Fic: To Make a Nest (part 5/7)
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majestic_duxkKinks and warnings are in part 1
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Now that the attention was on Dean, Sam tried to get his head straight, because fuck! He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had all of them devoting their entire beings to pleasuring him. Maybe it was never? The sex was always great, but he couldn’t recall ever shorting out due to pleasure like that. Sam snorted with laughter. Well, it’s not like he’d remember it if he shorted out.
Taking a deep breath, Sam steadied himself before turning to face Dean. The laughter which had been bubbling under the surface found its way out Dean’s heartbroken expression. Hearing Sam, it quickly turned into an angry pout. As Dean’s expression was much more damn I got caught, why are you stopping me you heartless bastards as opposed to why has the cruel alpha bound me hand and cock, Sam felt concerns he didn’t know he harboured melt away. Dean was obviously aware of what being the nest omega meant.
Not that his shock was completely unexpected. Sam had been taken by surprised the first time Cas had turned dominant on him. Barely stopped himself from biting Sam while they’d been fucking on day. It had been weirdly hot.
Sam’s body flushed. Cas wouldn’t be stopping himself today… None of them would… Bringing his hands up to his throat, Sam allowed his palms to press down. This is where he would be permanently marked.
Shaking his head, Sam returned his attention to Dean. Who was still looking at Cas as though he could somehow get him to change his mind and unbind him. Foolish, foolish Dean. Cas was the gentlest of alphas. Until you got him in bed. Then he turned into a damn toppy bastard! Despite the pecking order, he managed to pin Gabriel and Lucifer on occasion (sometimes it wasn’t even because they let him!). And it was incredibly hot seeing him try and dominate Michael…
But with Dean? Hah… Dean was completely outclassed. He was going to have to try very hard to get anything past Cas. And looking at Dean’s hard and leaking cock, he was totally ok with that.
Letting his eyes wander over his alphas, Sam realised this was all new for Dean. The only alpha Dean had spent any time with was Sam. Sam was incredibly unusual as an unmated alpha spending time with an unmated omega. Further complicated by the fact that Dean was living as a beta. Most alphas, even when unmated, were constantly in the company of others, the biological drive to find their flock hard to ignore. Once they’d found their flocks they stayed together, searching until they found their omega.
Most alphas were dominant. It was one of the reasons courting traditionally took so long. It was important that the mix was right. Too many highly dominant alphas in the nest, and the whole thing fell apart – even with an omega in the mix.
Omegas were precious. To be handled with the utmost care. There were so few, and flocks desperately wanted to complete their nests. This nest was no different. The underlying compulsion was to get their omega and love them for the rest of eternity.
Probably not every nest fucked up the way they did. But not every nest was going after a Dean.
So Dean hadn’t really been treated like an omega before. Hadn’t been treated as a precious jewel. Someone to be loved and cherished, coddled and spoilt. And certainly hadn’t been pinned down, and had his bodily control take from him. Not that anyone here was going to turn around and chain him to the bed. At least not permanently. And if the way Dean flushed deep red with arousal was any indication, he was more likely to ask them to do it than run away from it. Sam let his mind drift to images of Dean tied up, presenting that glorious ass to his alphas. Of mounting and… Sam shifted uncomfortably, palming himself, just to relieve the tension. That earned him a growl from Cas, but really was that fair? It was his turn.
“Wait your turn, Sam.”
Huffing a laugh, Sam obediently dropped his hands. Since when were they mind readers? However, he knew when he was beaten. Unlike Dean. Who was possibly the most stubborn angel in all of creation? Couple that with at least two of the second most stubborn angels, and this could only be exciting.
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“Can we trust you to not touch yourself, Dean?”
Fuuuuuck. Castiel’s gravelly voice seemed to reverberate through him. And of course he couldn’t be trusted! He had a live fantasy in front of him and he was supposed to control himself?
He sent them his most innocent and trust worthy expression. “Of course you can, Cas.”
Beside him Gabriel snorted.
“That’s what I thought.”
--
After ensuring Dean was comfortably and securely bound, Gabriel turned back to the bed. And couldn’t help pouting.
Sam was on his knees kissing Michael’s cock, while Luci and Cas were on either side, rutting gently into Sam’s blue-grey wings. If that wasn’t pretty enough, Sam – the damn tease – was fluttering his feathers over his brother’s blood-flushed cocks, eliciting the most delicious groans. Dean obviously thought so too, going by the panting and muttered complaints.
Watching as Sam took Michael in his mouth, Gabriel’s eyes darted to his alpha’s face. Michael, the stoic bastard, just stood there, muscles corded with the effort of staying still for Sam to lavish his attentions in any way he wished. Shaking his head in disgust, Gabriel fluttered up behind his brother.
Although not as big as Michael’s, Gabriel’s wings were still an impressive size. Laying them Gently against Michael’s, he could feel the tiny twitches as his brother fought to stay still. Licking along his spine, Gabriel lazily rested his bronze wings against the gold.
“Surely the point is to let go, Mikey,” Gabriel whispered in Michael’s ear. “Sam’s giving you a beautiful gift. Doesn’t it feel good, that pretty mouth, wrapped around your cock? It sure looks good. I think so… and Dean thinks so… And just listen to him – he loves it! Of course he does. I know from experience how tasty you are. And I also know,” Gabriel thrust lightly against Michael, feeling his precome smear along the crease of Michael’s ass cheeks, “just how good Sam’s mouth feels.”
Plastered as he was to the alpha, Gabriel could feel when the tension released, small shakes wracking the angel from head to toe. Gabriel licked up the side of Michael’s neck, before grabbing his hair, pulling forcefully so the taller angel dropped down. As soon as it was within reach, Gabriel’s mouth found his mating mark, sucking hard. With a strangled cry, Michael wrenched his hips back, cock popping free of Sam’s mouth. With Gabriel’s wings steadying him, Michael took himself in hand, a few quick strokes and he was coming all over Sam’s face.
--
Sam’s eyes were closed, lips parted as he felt the hot splash hit his face. While nice it was nothing unusual, what was unusual was the way Michael grabbed his shoulders, pulling Sam up for a kiss. His wings fluttered as he tried to keep balance, knocking against the angels at his side. Michael licked at Sam’s come coated lips, before kissing a trail down his jaw, his throat, until he hit Sam’s collarbone. With a possessive growl that Sam felt throughout his whole body, Michael bit.
Oh fuck.
Fuck.
It felt good. So good. Sam’s body was tight, his cock brushing against his stomach, balls drawn up tight and ready. If someone would just touch him…
Instead he felt Lucifer's hand in his hair, dragging him round. Lucifer’s cock bobbed in front of his mouth, Sam automatically opening his mouth.
--
Dean whined. He couldn’t help it. Sammy was so pretty, with Michael’s come covering his face, and then the way he so obediently opened for Lucifer. Shifting uncomfortably, he couldn’t decide if he wanted to be on his knees like Sammy – or maybe for him - or fucking his brother’s face. Both options were so appealing…
Whining again, he caught Gabriel’s attention. The bastard just smirked at him, as if he knew exactly what Dean was thinking. But now that he had his attention, maybe Dean could use it his advantage...
Cocking his head, Dean slowly bared his neck, hoping for… hoping for what? A reaction of some sort? Maybe if he could entice Gabriel over to him, he could get Gabriel to do something? Like maybe remove the cock ring?
Gabriel paused, staring at Dean’s exposed throat. Dean quivered with anticipation, making sure his eyes were downcast, his throat exposed.
Seconds ticked by, and Gabriel didn’t move. It was a cheap move, but Dean was a desperate angel. Subtly, he flattened his wings, presented the iridescent inner feathers to the alphas eyes.
Dean wanted Gabriel with him.
Sure Gabriel could remove the grace bonds with only a thought, but perhaps, hopefully, he was a more hands on type. And Dean desperately wanted those hands. Even if it was but a touch… Gabriel’s soft hand on his dick would be Heaven…
Gabriel’s flickered. His hands paused in mid caress on Sam’s wings.
Dean was positive he’d hooked in Gabriel.
Dean was a good judge of character. He scoped people out for a living, and knew how to play the game. He had to size people up quickly, and he rarely made the wrong decision, after all, that was how he’d stayed hidden as an omega, even though he lived closely with his alpha brother. So Dean was fairly confident he’d gotten these alphas figured out. And he’d spent much less time with his marks in the past…
Out of the five alphas, Gabriel was the most likely to do what he wanted - he was a soft alpha, who liked those around him to be happy. Dean liked to be happy, so this was going to work well. Sam was a good option too (and he was still feeling guilty. Dean would be milking that for all he was worth!), but Sam was currently busy doing extremely sexy things, which was kinda the sexy problem.
Michael, although he was still fuzzy (and on his knees behind Sam, running his hands through Sam’s feathers, telling him how pretty, how obedient, how wonderful he was), was the stern type. He wouldn’t let Dean get away with much. Because he loved him. Dean made a note to watch Michael: it would be good to figure the nest alpha out a little more. Lucifer’s response would depend on his mood. He liked to cause trouble, and that could definitely work in Dean’s favour. But he was a wild card. A wildcard currently very busy being pleasured by Sam. Sam was obviously incredibly talented. The way Lucifer was panting, fingers clutching Sam’s hair… Dean shook his head. He couldn’t be seduced by Sam’s pretty mouth on Lucifer’s gorgeous cock. Scowling, Dean wished he could wipe the drool from his mouth.
So Gabriel was his best bet.
And now Dean watched as Gabriel’s hands dropped from Sam’s wings. Dean waited as Gabriel slowly made his way towards Dean, pausing just as he reached Dean’s side. Dropping his head, Dean attempted to hide his flush of triumph as shyness.
The triumph came too soon. Dean cursed when he realised he hadn’t factored in Castiel.
Castiel who physically carried the shorter alpha from Dean’s side, placing him beside Sam. Gabriel still had his eyes on Dean, so Castiel laid his hands over Gabriel’s, moving their entwined fingers to Sam’s feathers. Dean bit back a growl as he watched Castiel lean into the smaller alpha, using his body to press Gabriel into Sam’s wing, telling him to make love to their new nest mate. Gabriel obeyed, the two carding Gabriel’s fingers through Sam’s primary feathers. The gentle reverence in Gabriel’s movement was breathtaking.
For a moment Dean forgot his discomfort. The picture of the five was stunning. It was beautiful and fucking pornographic. And they were his. While Gabriel and Michael were gentle in their ministrations, the way Lucifer thrust his hips…
Dean licked his lips. He could get behind that. Or under that. Whatever.
Dean wiggled again. He just wanted part of it!
He wanted hands in his wings. Firm, strong fingers pulling his feathers, pushing him into place, ready to be fucked.
He whined again, this time drawing Castiel’s attention.
“Wait your turn, Dean.”
But that wasn’t fair! He felt his eyes shift into a squinty eyed glare, ignoring the one he got in return. He didn’t want to wait his turn, and opened his mouth to tell Castiel exactly what he thought of that idea, but before the words were out of his mouth, Castiel was there, firm hand covering his mouth, trapping the words before they could escape.
Dean petulantly flipped his feathers and attempted to bite Castiel’s finger.
Castiel dragged him up for a kiss, tongue filling his mouth wings pressing on his until Dean relaxed and submitted with a sigh. Withdrawing, Castiel shot him a hard look.
“If you can’t behave, Dean, I am more than happy to gag you.”
Dean didn’t know whether to be offended or turned on. Castiel sent a knowing look to Dean’s twitching cock, before fluttering back to the live sex show on the bed.
Whining quietly to himself, Dean wished he was there too.
--
Sam hadn’t even noticed the by-play with Dean. Instead he looked up at Lucifer with adoring eyes. He fucking loved his alphas – all of them. And right now his only aim in life was to bring pleasure to Lucifer, even as he felt the fingers in his feathers sending little jolts of pleasure to his very centre. He relaxed further, feeling the tickle of Lucifer’s pubic hair at his nose, before the alpha withdrew, only to snap forward again.
However, as he caught Sam’s eye, Lucifer’s hips stilled. He pulled back, until just the tip rested in Sam’s mouth. Nodding his permission to Sam’s questioning gaze, Sam shifted his weight forward, sucking at the tip, tonguing the pulsing vein until Lucifer’s hands in his hair forced him forward, away from the sensitive tip.
“Fuck, Sam! You’re so good… make me feel so good…” Lucifer stared down at Sam’s lidded eyes, his face flushed most becomingly. “But next time… next time you must allow me to return the favour.”
Lucifer slowly pushed forward again, sighing as Sam swallowed around his cock. Closing his eyes he moved forward, delicate little movements that had Sam convulsively swallowing. It felt so damn good he could stay all day.
A sharp tug on his wing interrupted his reverie. Castiel, looking flushed and unhappy, growled at him to hurry up. It was surprising, really. It had been different when Lucifer joined. It had only been Michael. But Michael had spent hours licking and biting and touching until Lucifer was a quivering mess. Lucifer really wanted to gift that to Sam. But Castiel was… flicking his wings towards a wriggling, bound omega.
Oh.
Lucifer pulled out suddenly, Sam’s mouth still parted around nothing. Too close to stop himself, Lucifer barely had time to grasp his cock, directing it at Sam’s face. Sam was lucid enough to close his eyes, as his face was striped with come.
Lucifer dropped to his knees, pulling Sam’s face to his, tongue taking in both his and Michael’s essence. “You taste so good, Sammy. But next time… next time it will be me on my knees bringing you to yours.”
He licked his way down Sam’s throat, til he nuzzled Michael’s mark, before skirting across to the other collar bone. He wasted no more time before adding his claim and licking it clean. It happened so fast Sam couldn’t tell whether his pleasure came from the mark or the hands that never stilled in his wings.
“Sam.”
Sam’s head wobbled a bit, as he attempted to look at his alpha.
“Sam.”
Lucifer demanded his attention. Their eyes met, and Lucifer’s glowed, his wings so strong and dominant behind him. Sam licked his lips, and Lucifer flashed a feral grin, before wrapping his arms around Sam and drawing him close.
“Mark me, my alpha.”
Instincts were a wonderful thing.
--
Although he would have liked to have enjoyed the glow, the feel of his mate in his arms, his mark on his chest, he was removed with alacrity. He would have grumbled, but Michael replaced Sam, wrapping his arms around him and lapping at the new mark.
“Four marks, Luci. For alpha marks…” Michael paused in his ministrations, looking up at his brother. A satisfied smiled crossed Michael's face, and he kissed his way up Lucifer’s chest, dropping a kiss on his lips before informing him, “We’re almost complete.”
Lucifer felt the words move through his body. After searching for so long…
A whimper drew his attention. His head flicked round so fast he knocked Michael in the nose. Ignoring his mates grumbles, he focused on Dean. Pretty, horny, annoyed Dean, whose cock was so flushed it was almost purple.
“Our little omega wants to play.”
Michael growled, dragging Lucifer back over to Sam.
“Sam first. Then Dean.”
Lucifer sent Dean a wicked grin, before shaking out his feathers and turning back to Sam, only to be greeted with the sight of Sam messily licking both Gabriel and Castiel.
No wonder Dean was uncomfortable…
--
Sam didn’t know who to suck. Decision making was beyond him, so he just sucked and licked at whatever his mouth could reach. Satisfied moans and harshly whispered encouragement egged him on, although when he reached up to take a cock (Cas’s… it was Cas’s... it had to be, with the taste of Gabriel filling his mouth...), his hand was forcibly grabbed and held to the small of his back.
“No, no, no, Sam.” Lucifer's lips grazed one ear, while Michael gently bit the other. “That’s not how this goes. Show your brother the way to behave. If I let you go, can you be a good example for Dean? Will you leave your hand there like a Good. Boy.”
Both Lucifer and Michael thrust against his soft, inner feathers on the last two words. Sam could have come – would have come – but for Michael’s tight grip on his rock hard cock. He couldn’t hold back the little whine at having his pleasure restrained.
“Do we need to bind you too, Sam?” “I thought you were going to be a good example for your brother?”
Sam couldn’t think enough to respond, but an unexpected thrust from Gabriel caused him to choke – and Gabriel to groan. As he blinked away tears, it was enough to bring him back to himself. He couldn’t really nod – having a cock lodged in your throat did that – but he pressed his hand firmly into his back, garnering whispers of “good boy” “so good” from all around him. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and enjoy the little thrill of pride.
He was rewarded with Gabriel’s harsh sob, as he pulled out, before coming over Sam’s face. His chin was grabbed and turned, Castiel rubbing himself through the slick covering Sam’s face before Gabriel had even finished.
“Open,” Castiel growled, pushing at his lips before Sam had time to obey.
Castiel was hot and hard and throbbing in his mouth and Sam didn’t have time to taste Castiel before he pulled back, covering Sam’s face with thick ropes of come.
Sam wanted to wipe his face, and clear his eyes, but he held his position, face tilted upwards. His patience was rewarded with tongues licking and cleaning and teasing, until he was gently ordered to open his eyes.
Blinking rapidly, Castiel and Gabriel swam into soft focus.
“Love you,” Sam managed to choke out.
Twin grins greeted this, before they exchanged looks, grins deepening into something more possessive.
“Ready, Sam?”
Without waiting for a response, mouths latched onto his chest, forming mirrored claim marks on his bruised chest.
He may have screamed. It may have all been in his head. Everything was focused on those two mouths, the feel of teeth followed by tongue… the connection…
It was too much, and at the same time, not enough.
“Nearly there, Sammitch,” Gabriel cradled his head, dropping down to Sam’s level. “You look beautiful with our marks, Sam. So beautiful. You ready to claim me too? I want you to. Want to be your mate…”
Needing to further encouragement, Sam latched onto Gabe’s chest, at a point that seemed made for him. Gabriel’s groan was perfect. Gabriel’s taste was perfect. It was all perfect. He bit hard, feeling blood well under his lips. He wanted to lap at the blood, but wasn’t ready to let go.
Soft hands on his hair, caressing his face. Soft words telling him how perfect, how wonderful, what an amazing alpha.
Relinquishing his hold, Sam looked up into golden eyes. Gabriel leant down, kissing him gently on the lips, tasting his blood, tasting himself and Castiel and Michael and Lucifer. And though he wanted more, he pulled back, pulling Castiel down until all Sam could was focus on that one spot on Castiel’s chest that called to him.
“Do it, Sam.”
--
Sam was floating.
He lay lax and warm. He’d come harder than he’d ever come before, just from biting Castiel. The moment he tasted Cas’s blood, it was like he was bound on a deep and profound level to the alphas in his flock. Now, he could feel each of his alphas. He could feel how loved, how admired, how lusted after he was. And he knew they could feel him in return. As Sam lay there, supported with hands and feathers and thoughts, he could feel himself settle, his bond with his flock, his mates cementing.
Sam felt complete.
Almost complete.
And it wasn’t just him. He could feel the lack, that for each of them there was still something missing. Eyes closed, Sam felt around that empty space. He wanted to fill it. He didn’t want any of his alphas to be missing anything. It didn’t take long for Sam’s eyes to snap open, as realisation stronger than ever before flooded his body.
It was a Dean shaped hole. They each had a Dean shaped hole to be filled. And until it was filled they could not be a nest.
Sam turned his head, eyeing the bound omega. Dean was flushed – with anger, with arousal it didn’t matter. It was the most wonderful sight he had ever seen.
Sam felt as much as heard the flutter of feathers around him, as wings puffed up in displays of strength of dominance. Now that Sam was one of them, all attention was on Dean. Dean, in turn, sneered, face a mask of disdain. His wings told a different story, fluttering shyly and dropping submissively before rallying into a more dominant form.
Sam was pulled back against the firm body of Lucifer, into an alpha huddle with Castiel and Gabriel. They all watched, quivering with anticipation, as Michael stalked towards Dean, cock and wings high, the very image of alpha dominance.
Sam sent a quick look to Dean – Dean who had been unsure and skittish and he’d said yes, but that was before he’d seen them in action. This Dean, this perfect Dean mirrored Michael – wings and cock proud. But even as he watched, Dean’s wings flirted, like a peacock attracting mates. Sam’s breath caught. It was working on him. He was fucking attracted to his brother. He always had been. And now he got to see Dean as he was meant to be seen – bright and beautiful and all omega.
Like always, Dean seemed to feel Sam’s eyes on him, and he turned, and smiled gently, nodding that he was ok. Sam glared. Always the older brother, always looking out for him, reassuring him that things were fine. Well, that was changing. Starting now, Sam was going to take some of that burden. It was his turn to reassure Dean.
Straightening his shoulders, Dean turned his glare on Michael, who simply raised an imperious eyebrow, ready to out wait the stubborn omega. It took time, but Dean’s discomfort – his hard cock, his slick ass, his need… Dean couldn’t help the soft shift of his wings, the way they flattened, enticing the alpha to press them down, to press Dean down to…
“Are you ready, Dean? Are you ready to become part of our nest?”
--
Dean wanted to flip his wings and turn his back on the alpha. He really, really wanted to. After all, it wasn’t fair to tie him up and leave him like this – hard, needy, wanting - and then just expect him to get down on his hands and knees and present his ass.
But.
But now they were finished with Sammy (and he’d been right. That was a fucking hot show… sometime in the future he would make them do it again when he could touch himself as much as he wanted), that meant is was his turn. His turn meant he’d finally get lips on him, tasting him, just as he would get to taste them. There would be hands pulling his feathers, oiling him up nice and good, a nice fat cock in his ass, stretching him, filling. And fuck. He wanted all that. He wanted it so much his ass was dripping just thinking about it.
The question was, did he want that more than he wanted to prove a point?
Dean’s wings fluttered with indecision. His blues and greens reflected off Michael’s gold, and without his permission, Dean’s wings started to preen, showing off their best side, sparkling in the reflected glory. (Dean didn't see the admiration his wings got, that they were glorious in their own right. Dean didn't see a lot). Vain fuckers, Dean thought viciously, blushing at the smile that spread across Michael’s face, watching the play of colour as his wings did their job, attracting his alpha.
And then, when his traitorous appendages slipped forward, wing tips stroking wing tips, Dean knew his body had his head beat, the rest of him joining his slutty wings. We’ve gotta work on playing hard to get, he scolded them silently.
Michael growled a throaty growl before his strong, beautiful wings were pushing Dean backwards until he fell on the bed, scattering alphas to the side. Dean went willingly, his wings stroking themselves against Michael’s as they submitted. Michael moved in, close but not touching, his breath tickling Dean’s cheek. Dean couldn’t help but bare his neck and lick his lips with anticipation.
“Are you ready, Dean?” Michael dropped his voice, the words meant for Dean alone, but given the way the alpha pack on the bed vibrated with excited tension, they all heard. “Look at Sam and Cas.” Michael pulled Dean up, turning him until he could see the two alphas still at the head of the bed. Cas was holding his feather – no, not just holding, cradling it with care and love and worshipful look in his eye.
Dean bit his lip. He knew Michael felt his wings quiver with uncertainty, strong hands sliding down his wings, in an attempt to soothe a skittish mate. It felt soothing, but it didn’t help. It didn't explain Cas and Sam looking as they did. Dean didn’t understand. He knew he was an attractive enough angel – he never had trouble finding a willing bedmate – but he was nothing special, he wasn’t worth all this.
Castiel’s gesture was filled with a deep and all encompassing love. And that was for him?
“Of course for you!” Lucifer was in front of him, hand stroking his cheek. Huh. He must have said that out loud… “You are the missing piece of puzzle… our…” Lucifer seemed to side eye the other angels, before dropping his voice, “precious…”
Dean snorted. He couldn’t help it. He was never very good at tense situations and, anyway, “Did you seriously just call me the one ring? The one ring to… Oh!” Dean’s eyes widened, and his wings fluttered. “Fuck, yeah! I can live with that.”
Dean’s grin was pure sunshine, doubts pushed to the side as he puffed up. Lucifer didn’t bother stopping himself from leaning forward and tasting the smile. Dean eagerly met him, mouth opening under the slightest pressure, allowing Lucifer to touch and taste and take. Lucifer leisurely explored Dean’s mouth, tongue teasing until a movement behind him drew both their attention.
Sam and Castiel were assessing the bed again, finding the perfect spot for Dean’s first feather. The two alphas were locked in silent conversation, until Castiel gently placed Dean’s feather on their chosen spot. Sam immediately had his fingers just above it, concentrating, until he felt Dean’s eyes on him. Turning, he made eye contact, then with the happiest look Dean had ever seen on him, Dean felt Castiel and Sam draw on their grace, weaving the feather into the bed. The room was silent, all eyes glued to that one green feather that seemed to glow amidst the gold and bronze and black and white and blue-grey.
--
That seemed to be the sign. Between one breath and the next Dean found himself flat on his back, strong hands grasping his wrists, pressing his hands to the bed beside his shoulders. Dean pushed up, and promptly melted into the mattress, feeling the strength in the alpha above him. Michael’s grin filled his vision before he felt the hard lines of the alphas muscular body press into his softer one. For a moment, again, Dean felt nervous and unsure – he’d never done it like this, always been in the one in control. But the alpha seemed to sense his nervousness. While his hands continued to restrain Dean, he raised his body til he was seated on Dean’s thighs, and although his hard cock rubbed against Dean’s as he leant over, Michael’s body was a distant cage, shadowing him rather than pressing against him. Dean missed the warmth of Michael's body, and his Dean’s eyelashes fluttered, not really sure where to look. Would it be rude to stare at Michael's cock, jutting proudly across Dean's belly? Or at the golden wings behind him. Or what if he looked away, looked at the other alphas, the rest of his nest? What was ok?
Instead of filling the tense silence, Michael just looked at the omega beneath him.
Dean was beautiful. Dean was beautiful and his. Head dropping, Michael nuzzled against Dean’s unmarked throat, sucking gentle kisses down to the middle of his chest, pausing at the place Michael’s mark would eventually go.
Michael could feel Dean’s nervousness. Father, they could all feel Dean’s nervousness. Michael was unsure what brought it on. Dean had been cocky up until a few moments ago. And it wasn’t being overpowered – Michael couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that crossed his lips. Dean melted beautifully, his body opening beautifully, his wings spread, asking for his touch…
Pressing down on Dean’s wrists – a silent order to keep them in place, Michael let his hands drift to the top of Dean’s wings. It was a beautiful arch, full of the greens that so matched Dean’s eyes. Shifting his body, he noted the way Dean’s wings looked stretched on their bed – their mating bed – the way his wing tips seemed to caress the bed, the feathers of him and his fellow alphas.
Theirs. Dean was theirs, and lying submissive and ready for Michael to claim.
Ready and nervous.
“Have you ever done this before, Dean?”
Dean looked slightly trapped. Michael arched a questioning brow at him, but from behind him he heard Sam’s quietly gasped breath.
Sam understood. Alphas were very… territorial... over their omega. And Dean had been an absolute slut. His heart went out to his brother, who wasn’t feeling cocksure and confident now. Just a few hours ago he’d rubbed his escapades in their face, a beta who intimately knew the body of other betas and omegas. But Dean wasn’t an omega in hiding now, he was part of something much bigger. He was the omega that completed their nest. Part of Sam – the unbridled alpha part – was angry that Dean has played around. Another part of Sam – the part that loved his brother unconditionally – soothed the alpha in him: Dean was now theirs. He wouldn’t lay with an angel outside the nest ever again.
Sam’s hand drifted to his chest, fingers dancing across his new scars. His flock. A muffled squeak on the bed, and Sam’s eyes were once more on Dean, on the way he panted, waiting for Michael to do something. Sam loved seeing Dean like this: an omega waiting, gasping for their alphas touch. And still so unsure. Sam looked around him. He felt more than saw the intense joy in the room, the feeling that this was right, that Dean was right.
Dean’s past didn’t matter. Not when his future was their future.
And right now their future was tense and distressed.
So Sam crawled onto the bed, shaking off hands which went to keep him back. Sure, traditionally no alpha other than the flock alpha took to the bed until the first bite was made. But theirs was not a traditional flock. Dean was not a traditional omega. And Dean was his brother who needed Sam’s reassurance.
Ignoring Michael’s growl, Sam pushed himself beneath Dean, lifting his body until he could lay Dean against his chest. Michael’s lips were twisted in a growl, but Sam just leaned forward and kissed his alpha over Dean's shoulder, angling his head to a submissive tilt, kissing and licking at his lips until Michael relaxed with a huff of laughter.
Caught between the two alphas Dean felt trapped by more than their bodies. He knew how alphas felt about omegas fucking other angels. Especially their omega. Virginity was valued (although in Dean’s mind virginity was overrated commodity, because Dean didn't care who his partner had been with when they were in his bed, focused on him The double standard was especially frustrating, as alphas fucked around with each other like there was no tomorrow). But even though he’d told them he’d played around, and he was in no way ashamed of his past, that was before they’d even started to bond. Now he was uncertain.
He started to struggle. He just wanted to get free now. This was the point where they realised he wasn’t right for them. But to his surprise Sam – Sam! – held him firm, nibbling at his ear.
“He’s never been with his nest, Alpha.”
Sam stroked his hands down Dean’s tense arms, willing him to hear the truth of his statement. Dean’s past didn’t matter. His future – their future – was the important thing. Michael seemed to agree. With one swoop of his wings he was off Dean, sitting upright against his heels. He struck a majestic pose, teasing a giggle from the omega before he pulled Dean up, cradling him in his arms.
“Ours, Dean. Forever.”
Michael stroked his head, brought his wings round to embrace him, pulling him in close and safe. Dean sighed at the warmth, letting his eyes close at the feelings of warm and safe and loved.
“We love you Dean. Now and always.”
Dean nuzzled into Michaels neck, following the same path Michael had on him. Kissing down until he reached a point he wanted to nibble. As his teeth scraped Michael’s skin, he felt the alpha’s breath catch, wings trembling against his back.
And with that, Dean’s confidence was back. He kitten licked a long line across Michael’s collar bone, stopping to explore the pits and crests of the alpha marks collaring him. Behind him, Michael’s wings fell away. Dean felt his own rise, sure and strong and his lips and tongue pulled appreciative moans and hisses from his alpha.
But Dean didn't know the rules, and one bite too hard found him flipped around and on his back, Michael’s body pressing into his. Finally that strong body covered him, golden wings flaring high in a magnificent display of strength and dominance. Dean’s wings flared daringly in response, but Michael growled again before finally - finally! – pressing Dean’s wings to mattress. Dean shivered at the sheer strength, the display causing his cock to jump between them, his ass to start leak even more slick. Biting his lip, Dean felt the smooth glide of Michael’s feathers mingling with his own. He couldn’t help preening as he heard the admiring noises around him, taken with the mix of peacock and gold.
Michael ignored the sounds around him, too busy feeling all that was Dean. Dean was under him – right where he belonged.
“Dean…” Breathing deeply, Michael could smell Dean. Apple pie and vanilla and cinnamon. And at this moment: sex. Dean was sex personified. His primary feathers were fluffed, his wings were spread wide, just begging for Michael to press into them more, to prove he was a strong alpha, worthy of mating such a fine omega… And he smelt of slick. The heady scent of an omega welcoming his alpha.
“Oh Dean. So ready. So ready for me. Such a good omega you are. I didn’t even need to touch you.”
Transferring both Dean’s wrists to one hand, Michael pressed them above his head. As Dean stretched he arched his back, pebbled nipples dusky pink against his freckled skin. Growling, Michael bit one nipple, increasing the pressure until Dean cried at. He then lathed it was his tongue, until Dean was wriggling beneath him.
And those freckles… Michael longed to kiss each one, to taste each one. Were they all the same? How would Dean react? Which ones would make him squirm and beg for more. Michael was tempted for a moment, until he felt someone’s feathers trail down his spine.
Right.
Claiming.
Nest mate.
Nest omega.
Michael and Dean would have time in the future for a thorough exploration. Now was about something different. With a soft sigh, Michael kissed the freckles in front of him before letting his had drift down Dean’s body, along his ribs and waist, before following the flare of his hips.
“So beautiful Dean.”
He let his fingers drift along, lifting himself up, licking his lips at the way Dean’s hard cock followed his movements, batting against Michael's stomach.
“Enjoying this, I see.”
Dean didn’t answer, just wriggled slightly. Michael frowned, but didn’t demand an answer – he hadn’t phrased it as a question, and maybe Dean was overwhelmed. But by all that was holy, he was looking forward to training his feisty omega.
As if reading his mind, Dean opened his eyes, flashing a challenging look in his direction. Michael grinned toothily. Dean was perfect.
--
Michael’s mouth was Heaven, Dean decided. And he wanted more of it. All over him. He’d never wanted it before, to have someone taste him in such a way, but the way he teased a trail down Dean’s chest, stopping at his hardened nipples, biting them into greater relief… it felt so good. Michael’s tongue soothed away the sting too soon, and Dean was hard pressed to keep his whimper of disappointment back.
But soon enough Michael’s hand was drifting down his body, following the curves he’d fought so hard to hide. Soon enough it was drifting between his legs – avoiding his cock, which was still rock hard and leaking despite the cock ring – brushing his balls before teasing at the edge of his leaking hole. Michael gently ran two fingers around the rim.
“Do you need me to prepare you, Dean?”
Dean blinked? Why the fuck was Michael asking questions now? He just wanted something in him… the fingers teasing at his sensitive rim would be a fucking good start.
Dean’s look must have been good, because Michael grinned, before trailing his fingers back up Dean’s body, this time nudging the Father forsaken cock ring. This time he did whimper. This only had the effect of deepening Michael’s dimples. A good look, to be sure, but not the response he wanted.
Michael made his way up Dean’s body, resting on him once more. Slick soaked fingers pressed at his mouth (and wasn’t that embarrassing. Michael hadn’t even pushed into him, just teasing), pushing until with a sigh Dean opened his mouth, allowing entrance. Michael played with his tongue, chasing it around Dean’s mouth until he caught it pulling and pushing thoughtfully.
“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, Dean.”
Removing his fingers, Michael instead filled Dean’s mouth with his tongue, pushing deep licking the slick from Dean’s mouth. Pulling back, he placed a kiss at the side of Dean’s mouth.
“Delicious. When we have time, the things I am going to do to you… I think I could lick you for hours.” He added thoughtfully. “If you taste this good here," and Michael ran his tongue gently over Dean's lips, "Imagine what it will taste like from the source... But that isn’t for now." Michael shook his head, before pinning Dean with his stare once more. "Now I want to fuck you hard and deep, Dean. I want to be so deep inside you I can’t tell you from me. Do you want that Dean?”
Dean felt a gush between his thighs. He tried to squeeze them together, but Michael was a solid and immovable. All alpha. A frown crossed the alphas face, and he tugged Dean’s head back, exposing his throat, and growling into it. Dean gulped. He hadn’t meant to displease his alpha.
“I said, Dean, do you want that.”
Dean swallowed again, but answered steadily enough. “Yes… yes, Michael.”
Growls turned to purrs, and Michael nipped gently at the skin. He paused there a moment, breathing in the scent of omega, before releasing Dean’s hands, bringing both his hands to Dean’s face, cupping it gently.
“I’m going to claim you, Dean. Do you need me to prepare you. You feel wet and loose,” Michael’s breath caught. Dean had felt soft and warm against his fingertips. “So loose I could take you now with no prep. And I want that. I want to fuck you knowing that my cock is the first thing that’s been in that glorious ass. But…” And Michael took a deep breath. “But if you need my fingers, if you need to stretch you so that…”
Dean interrupted. “No! I don’t need that. Michael – alpha! – I just… want… need…” Dean took a deep breath. “Please alpha, fuck me. Claim me. Make me yours!”
Michael needed no further invitation. Rearing up, he grabbed Dean’s thighs, pushing them high until his ass rolled off the bed. Dean flailed a little, wings flapping, before being pinned by Michael’s wings. Taking a deep breath, Dean forced himself to relax: he was completely exposed to his alpha, ass high in the air, wings spread out, all for Michael. This was where he wanted to be.
Michael took his time. His blood thundered through his body, pooling in his rock hard cock, which throbbed along to his beating heart. Without realising it, Dean’s head had shifted, his throat exposed to his alpha. Everything about Dean was his for the taking.
“You’re beautiful, Dean.” Michael shifted forward, rubbing the tip of his cock against Dean’s wet hole. The smooth slide was almost too much. “You feel so perfect. Do you know how perfect you are?” Dean whimpered, but like the good omega he was didn’t move. “Made for me, Dean. Made for us.” Michael felt his self-waver, as his cock caught on Dean’s rim, the tip just sliding in. So hot and smooth and welcoming. Before he lost all thought, Michael willed away the cock ring. “And now your mine.”
Michael slammed his hips forward, filling Dean in one easy movement.
Beneath him, Dean came, untouched, covering both Dean's and Michael's bellies.
Yes, Michael thought desperately trying to hold back. Dean was perfect.
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Now that the attention was on Dean, Sam tried to get his head straight, because fuck! He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had all of them devoting their entire beings to pleasuring him. Maybe it was never? The sex was always great, but he couldn’t recall ever shorting out due to pleasure like that. Sam snorted with laughter. Well, it’s not like he’d remember it if he shorted out.
Taking a deep breath, Sam steadied himself before turning to face Dean. The laughter which had been bubbling under the surface found its way out Dean’s heartbroken expression. Hearing Sam, it quickly turned into an angry pout. As Dean’s expression was much more damn I got caught, why are you stopping me you heartless bastards as opposed to why has the cruel alpha bound me hand and cock, Sam felt concerns he didn’t know he harboured melt away. Dean was obviously aware of what being the nest omega meant.
Not that his shock was completely unexpected. Sam had been taken by surprised the first time Cas had turned dominant on him. Barely stopped himself from biting Sam while they’d been fucking on day. It had been weirdly hot.
Sam’s body flushed. Cas wouldn’t be stopping himself today… None of them would… Bringing his hands up to his throat, Sam allowed his palms to press down. This is where he would be permanently marked.
Shaking his head, Sam returned his attention to Dean. Who was still looking at Cas as though he could somehow get him to change his mind and unbind him. Foolish, foolish Dean. Cas was the gentlest of alphas. Until you got him in bed. Then he turned into a damn toppy bastard! Despite the pecking order, he managed to pin Gabriel and Lucifer on occasion (sometimes it wasn’t even because they let him!). And it was incredibly hot seeing him try and dominate Michael…
But with Dean? Hah… Dean was completely outclassed. He was going to have to try very hard to get anything past Cas. And looking at Dean’s hard and leaking cock, he was totally ok with that.
Letting his eyes wander over his alphas, Sam realised this was all new for Dean. The only alpha Dean had spent any time with was Sam. Sam was incredibly unusual as an unmated alpha spending time with an unmated omega. Further complicated by the fact that Dean was living as a beta. Most alphas, even when unmated, were constantly in the company of others, the biological drive to find their flock hard to ignore. Once they’d found their flocks they stayed together, searching until they found their omega.
Most alphas were dominant. It was one of the reasons courting traditionally took so long. It was important that the mix was right. Too many highly dominant alphas in the nest, and the whole thing fell apart – even with an omega in the mix.
Omegas were precious. To be handled with the utmost care. There were so few, and flocks desperately wanted to complete their nests. This nest was no different. The underlying compulsion was to get their omega and love them for the rest of eternity.
Probably not every nest fucked up the way they did. But not every nest was going after a Dean.
So Dean hadn’t really been treated like an omega before. Hadn’t been treated as a precious jewel. Someone to be loved and cherished, coddled and spoilt. And certainly hadn’t been pinned down, and had his bodily control take from him. Not that anyone here was going to turn around and chain him to the bed. At least not permanently. And if the way Dean flushed deep red with arousal was any indication, he was more likely to ask them to do it than run away from it. Sam let his mind drift to images of Dean tied up, presenting that glorious ass to his alphas. Of mounting and… Sam shifted uncomfortably, palming himself, just to relieve the tension. That earned him a growl from Cas, but really was that fair? It was his turn.
“Wait your turn, Sam.”
Huffing a laugh, Sam obediently dropped his hands. Since when were they mind readers? However, he knew when he was beaten. Unlike Dean. Who was possibly the most stubborn angel in all of creation? Couple that with at least two of the second most stubborn angels, and this could only be exciting.
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“Can we trust you to not touch yourself, Dean?”
Fuuuuuck. Castiel’s gravelly voice seemed to reverberate through him. And of course he couldn’t be trusted! He had a live fantasy in front of him and he was supposed to control himself?
He sent them his most innocent and trust worthy expression. “Of course you can, Cas.”
Beside him Gabriel snorted.
“That’s what I thought.”
--
After ensuring Dean was comfortably and securely bound, Gabriel turned back to the bed. And couldn’t help pouting.
Sam was on his knees kissing Michael’s cock, while Luci and Cas were on either side, rutting gently into Sam’s blue-grey wings. If that wasn’t pretty enough, Sam – the damn tease – was fluttering his feathers over his brother’s blood-flushed cocks, eliciting the most delicious groans. Dean obviously thought so too, going by the panting and muttered complaints.
Watching as Sam took Michael in his mouth, Gabriel’s eyes darted to his alpha’s face. Michael, the stoic bastard, just stood there, muscles corded with the effort of staying still for Sam to lavish his attentions in any way he wished. Shaking his head in disgust, Gabriel fluttered up behind his brother.
Although not as big as Michael’s, Gabriel’s wings were still an impressive size. Laying them Gently against Michael’s, he could feel the tiny twitches as his brother fought to stay still. Licking along his spine, Gabriel lazily rested his bronze wings against the gold.
“Surely the point is to let go, Mikey,” Gabriel whispered in Michael’s ear. “Sam’s giving you a beautiful gift. Doesn’t it feel good, that pretty mouth, wrapped around your cock? It sure looks good. I think so… and Dean thinks so… And just listen to him – he loves it! Of course he does. I know from experience how tasty you are. And I also know,” Gabriel thrust lightly against Michael, feeling his precome smear along the crease of Michael’s ass cheeks, “just how good Sam’s mouth feels.”
Plastered as he was to the alpha, Gabriel could feel when the tension released, small shakes wracking the angel from head to toe. Gabriel licked up the side of Michael’s neck, before grabbing his hair, pulling forcefully so the taller angel dropped down. As soon as it was within reach, Gabriel’s mouth found his mating mark, sucking hard. With a strangled cry, Michael wrenched his hips back, cock popping free of Sam’s mouth. With Gabriel’s wings steadying him, Michael took himself in hand, a few quick strokes and he was coming all over Sam’s face.
--
Sam’s eyes were closed, lips parted as he felt the hot splash hit his face. While nice it was nothing unusual, what was unusual was the way Michael grabbed his shoulders, pulling Sam up for a kiss. His wings fluttered as he tried to keep balance, knocking against the angels at his side. Michael licked at Sam’s come coated lips, before kissing a trail down his jaw, his throat, until he hit Sam’s collarbone. With a possessive growl that Sam felt throughout his whole body, Michael bit.
Oh fuck.
Fuck.
It felt good. So good. Sam’s body was tight, his cock brushing against his stomach, balls drawn up tight and ready. If someone would just touch him…
Instead he felt Lucifer's hand in his hair, dragging him round. Lucifer’s cock bobbed in front of his mouth, Sam automatically opening his mouth.
--
Dean whined. He couldn’t help it. Sammy was so pretty, with Michael’s come covering his face, and then the way he so obediently opened for Lucifer. Shifting uncomfortably, he couldn’t decide if he wanted to be on his knees like Sammy – or maybe for him - or fucking his brother’s face. Both options were so appealing…
Whining again, he caught Gabriel’s attention. The bastard just smirked at him, as if he knew exactly what Dean was thinking. But now that he had his attention, maybe Dean could use it his advantage...
Cocking his head, Dean slowly bared his neck, hoping for… hoping for what? A reaction of some sort? Maybe if he could entice Gabriel over to him, he could get Gabriel to do something? Like maybe remove the cock ring?
Gabriel paused, staring at Dean’s exposed throat. Dean quivered with anticipation, making sure his eyes were downcast, his throat exposed.
Seconds ticked by, and Gabriel didn’t move. It was a cheap move, but Dean was a desperate angel. Subtly, he flattened his wings, presented the iridescent inner feathers to the alphas eyes.
Dean wanted Gabriel with him.
Sure Gabriel could remove the grace bonds with only a thought, but perhaps, hopefully, he was a more hands on type. And Dean desperately wanted those hands. Even if it was but a touch… Gabriel’s soft hand on his dick would be Heaven…
Gabriel’s flickered. His hands paused in mid caress on Sam’s wings.
Dean was positive he’d hooked in Gabriel.
Dean was a good judge of character. He scoped people out for a living, and knew how to play the game. He had to size people up quickly, and he rarely made the wrong decision, after all, that was how he’d stayed hidden as an omega, even though he lived closely with his alpha brother. So Dean was fairly confident he’d gotten these alphas figured out. And he’d spent much less time with his marks in the past…
Out of the five alphas, Gabriel was the most likely to do what he wanted - he was a soft alpha, who liked those around him to be happy. Dean liked to be happy, so this was going to work well. Sam was a good option too (and he was still feeling guilty. Dean would be milking that for all he was worth!), but Sam was currently busy doing extremely sexy things, which was kinda the sexy problem.
Michael, although he was still fuzzy (and on his knees behind Sam, running his hands through Sam’s feathers, telling him how pretty, how obedient, how wonderful he was), was the stern type. He wouldn’t let Dean get away with much. Because he loved him. Dean made a note to watch Michael: it would be good to figure the nest alpha out a little more. Lucifer’s response would depend on his mood. He liked to cause trouble, and that could definitely work in Dean’s favour. But he was a wild card. A wildcard currently very busy being pleasured by Sam. Sam was obviously incredibly talented. The way Lucifer was panting, fingers clutching Sam’s hair… Dean shook his head. He couldn’t be seduced by Sam’s pretty mouth on Lucifer’s gorgeous cock. Scowling, Dean wished he could wipe the drool from his mouth.
So Gabriel was his best bet.
And now Dean watched as Gabriel’s hands dropped from Sam’s wings. Dean waited as Gabriel slowly made his way towards Dean, pausing just as he reached Dean’s side. Dropping his head, Dean attempted to hide his flush of triumph as shyness.
The triumph came too soon. Dean cursed when he realised he hadn’t factored in Castiel.
Castiel who physically carried the shorter alpha from Dean’s side, placing him beside Sam. Gabriel still had his eyes on Dean, so Castiel laid his hands over Gabriel’s, moving their entwined fingers to Sam’s feathers. Dean bit back a growl as he watched Castiel lean into the smaller alpha, using his body to press Gabriel into Sam’s wing, telling him to make love to their new nest mate. Gabriel obeyed, the two carding Gabriel’s fingers through Sam’s primary feathers. The gentle reverence in Gabriel’s movement was breathtaking.
For a moment Dean forgot his discomfort. The picture of the five was stunning. It was beautiful and fucking pornographic. And they were his. While Gabriel and Michael were gentle in their ministrations, the way Lucifer thrust his hips…
Dean licked his lips. He could get behind that. Or under that. Whatever.
Dean wiggled again. He just wanted part of it!
He wanted hands in his wings. Firm, strong fingers pulling his feathers, pushing him into place, ready to be fucked.
He whined again, this time drawing Castiel’s attention.
“Wait your turn, Dean.”
But that wasn’t fair! He felt his eyes shift into a squinty eyed glare, ignoring the one he got in return. He didn’t want to wait his turn, and opened his mouth to tell Castiel exactly what he thought of that idea, but before the words were out of his mouth, Castiel was there, firm hand covering his mouth, trapping the words before they could escape.
Dean petulantly flipped his feathers and attempted to bite Castiel’s finger.
Castiel dragged him up for a kiss, tongue filling his mouth wings pressing on his until Dean relaxed and submitted with a sigh. Withdrawing, Castiel shot him a hard look.
“If you can’t behave, Dean, I am more than happy to gag you.”
Dean didn’t know whether to be offended or turned on. Castiel sent a knowing look to Dean’s twitching cock, before fluttering back to the live sex show on the bed.
Whining quietly to himself, Dean wished he was there too.
--
Sam hadn’t even noticed the by-play with Dean. Instead he looked up at Lucifer with adoring eyes. He fucking loved his alphas – all of them. And right now his only aim in life was to bring pleasure to Lucifer, even as he felt the fingers in his feathers sending little jolts of pleasure to his very centre. He relaxed further, feeling the tickle of Lucifer’s pubic hair at his nose, before the alpha withdrew, only to snap forward again.
However, as he caught Sam’s eye, Lucifer’s hips stilled. He pulled back, until just the tip rested in Sam’s mouth. Nodding his permission to Sam’s questioning gaze, Sam shifted his weight forward, sucking at the tip, tonguing the pulsing vein until Lucifer’s hands in his hair forced him forward, away from the sensitive tip.
“Fuck, Sam! You’re so good… make me feel so good…” Lucifer stared down at Sam’s lidded eyes, his face flushed most becomingly. “But next time… next time you must allow me to return the favour.”
Lucifer slowly pushed forward again, sighing as Sam swallowed around his cock. Closing his eyes he moved forward, delicate little movements that had Sam convulsively swallowing. It felt so damn good he could stay all day.
A sharp tug on his wing interrupted his reverie. Castiel, looking flushed and unhappy, growled at him to hurry up. It was surprising, really. It had been different when Lucifer joined. It had only been Michael. But Michael had spent hours licking and biting and touching until Lucifer was a quivering mess. Lucifer really wanted to gift that to Sam. But Castiel was… flicking his wings towards a wriggling, bound omega.
Oh.
Lucifer pulled out suddenly, Sam’s mouth still parted around nothing. Too close to stop himself, Lucifer barely had time to grasp his cock, directing it at Sam’s face. Sam was lucid enough to close his eyes, as his face was striped with come.
Lucifer dropped to his knees, pulling Sam’s face to his, tongue taking in both his and Michael’s essence. “You taste so good, Sammy. But next time… next time it will be me on my knees bringing you to yours.”
He licked his way down Sam’s throat, til he nuzzled Michael’s mark, before skirting across to the other collar bone. He wasted no more time before adding his claim and licking it clean. It happened so fast Sam couldn’t tell whether his pleasure came from the mark or the hands that never stilled in his wings.
“Sam.”
Sam’s head wobbled a bit, as he attempted to look at his alpha.
“Sam.”
Lucifer demanded his attention. Their eyes met, and Lucifer’s glowed, his wings so strong and dominant behind him. Sam licked his lips, and Lucifer flashed a feral grin, before wrapping his arms around Sam and drawing him close.
“Mark me, my alpha.”
Instincts were a wonderful thing.
--
Although he would have liked to have enjoyed the glow, the feel of his mate in his arms, his mark on his chest, he was removed with alacrity. He would have grumbled, but Michael replaced Sam, wrapping his arms around him and lapping at the new mark.
“Four marks, Luci. For alpha marks…” Michael paused in his ministrations, looking up at his brother. A satisfied smiled crossed Michael's face, and he kissed his way up Lucifer’s chest, dropping a kiss on his lips before informing him, “We’re almost complete.”
Lucifer felt the words move through his body. After searching for so long…
A whimper drew his attention. His head flicked round so fast he knocked Michael in the nose. Ignoring his mates grumbles, he focused on Dean. Pretty, horny, annoyed Dean, whose cock was so flushed it was almost purple.
“Our little omega wants to play.”
Michael growled, dragging Lucifer back over to Sam.
“Sam first. Then Dean.”
Lucifer sent Dean a wicked grin, before shaking out his feathers and turning back to Sam, only to be greeted with the sight of Sam messily licking both Gabriel and Castiel.
No wonder Dean was uncomfortable…
--
Sam didn’t know who to suck. Decision making was beyond him, so he just sucked and licked at whatever his mouth could reach. Satisfied moans and harshly whispered encouragement egged him on, although when he reached up to take a cock (Cas’s… it was Cas’s... it had to be, with the taste of Gabriel filling his mouth...), his hand was forcibly grabbed and held to the small of his back.
“No, no, no, Sam.” Lucifer's lips grazed one ear, while Michael gently bit the other. “That’s not how this goes. Show your brother the way to behave. If I let you go, can you be a good example for Dean? Will you leave your hand there like a Good. Boy.”
Both Lucifer and Michael thrust against his soft, inner feathers on the last two words. Sam could have come – would have come – but for Michael’s tight grip on his rock hard cock. He couldn’t hold back the little whine at having his pleasure restrained.
“Do we need to bind you too, Sam?” “I thought you were going to be a good example for your brother?”
Sam couldn’t think enough to respond, but an unexpected thrust from Gabriel caused him to choke – and Gabriel to groan. As he blinked away tears, it was enough to bring him back to himself. He couldn’t really nod – having a cock lodged in your throat did that – but he pressed his hand firmly into his back, garnering whispers of “good boy” “so good” from all around him. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and enjoy the little thrill of pride.
He was rewarded with Gabriel’s harsh sob, as he pulled out, before coming over Sam’s face. His chin was grabbed and turned, Castiel rubbing himself through the slick covering Sam’s face before Gabriel had even finished.
“Open,” Castiel growled, pushing at his lips before Sam had time to obey.
Castiel was hot and hard and throbbing in his mouth and Sam didn’t have time to taste Castiel before he pulled back, covering Sam’s face with thick ropes of come.
Sam wanted to wipe his face, and clear his eyes, but he held his position, face tilted upwards. His patience was rewarded with tongues licking and cleaning and teasing, until he was gently ordered to open his eyes.
Blinking rapidly, Castiel and Gabriel swam into soft focus.
“Love you,” Sam managed to choke out.
Twin grins greeted this, before they exchanged looks, grins deepening into something more possessive.
“Ready, Sam?”
Without waiting for a response, mouths latched onto his chest, forming mirrored claim marks on his bruised chest.
He may have screamed. It may have all been in his head. Everything was focused on those two mouths, the feel of teeth followed by tongue… the connection…
It was too much, and at the same time, not enough.
“Nearly there, Sammitch,” Gabriel cradled his head, dropping down to Sam’s level. “You look beautiful with our marks, Sam. So beautiful. You ready to claim me too? I want you to. Want to be your mate…”
Needing to further encouragement, Sam latched onto Gabe’s chest, at a point that seemed made for him. Gabriel’s groan was perfect. Gabriel’s taste was perfect. It was all perfect. He bit hard, feeling blood well under his lips. He wanted to lap at the blood, but wasn’t ready to let go.
Soft hands on his hair, caressing his face. Soft words telling him how perfect, how wonderful, what an amazing alpha.
Relinquishing his hold, Sam looked up into golden eyes. Gabriel leant down, kissing him gently on the lips, tasting his blood, tasting himself and Castiel and Michael and Lucifer. And though he wanted more, he pulled back, pulling Castiel down until all Sam could was focus on that one spot on Castiel’s chest that called to him.
“Do it, Sam.”
--
Sam was floating.
He lay lax and warm. He’d come harder than he’d ever come before, just from biting Castiel. The moment he tasted Cas’s blood, it was like he was bound on a deep and profound level to the alphas in his flock. Now, he could feel each of his alphas. He could feel how loved, how admired, how lusted after he was. And he knew they could feel him in return. As Sam lay there, supported with hands and feathers and thoughts, he could feel himself settle, his bond with his flock, his mates cementing.
Sam felt complete.
Almost complete.
And it wasn’t just him. He could feel the lack, that for each of them there was still something missing. Eyes closed, Sam felt around that empty space. He wanted to fill it. He didn’t want any of his alphas to be missing anything. It didn’t take long for Sam’s eyes to snap open, as realisation stronger than ever before flooded his body.
It was a Dean shaped hole. They each had a Dean shaped hole to be filled. And until it was filled they could not be a nest.
Sam turned his head, eyeing the bound omega. Dean was flushed – with anger, with arousal it didn’t matter. It was the most wonderful sight he had ever seen.
Sam felt as much as heard the flutter of feathers around him, as wings puffed up in displays of strength of dominance. Now that Sam was one of them, all attention was on Dean. Dean, in turn, sneered, face a mask of disdain. His wings told a different story, fluttering shyly and dropping submissively before rallying into a more dominant form.
Sam was pulled back against the firm body of Lucifer, into an alpha huddle with Castiel and Gabriel. They all watched, quivering with anticipation, as Michael stalked towards Dean, cock and wings high, the very image of alpha dominance.
Sam sent a quick look to Dean – Dean who had been unsure and skittish and he’d said yes, but that was before he’d seen them in action. This Dean, this perfect Dean mirrored Michael – wings and cock proud. But even as he watched, Dean’s wings flirted, like a peacock attracting mates. Sam’s breath caught. It was working on him. He was fucking attracted to his brother. He always had been. And now he got to see Dean as he was meant to be seen – bright and beautiful and all omega.
Like always, Dean seemed to feel Sam’s eyes on him, and he turned, and smiled gently, nodding that he was ok. Sam glared. Always the older brother, always looking out for him, reassuring him that things were fine. Well, that was changing. Starting now, Sam was going to take some of that burden. It was his turn to reassure Dean.
Straightening his shoulders, Dean turned his glare on Michael, who simply raised an imperious eyebrow, ready to out wait the stubborn omega. It took time, but Dean’s discomfort – his hard cock, his slick ass, his need… Dean couldn’t help the soft shift of his wings, the way they flattened, enticing the alpha to press them down, to press Dean down to…
“Are you ready, Dean? Are you ready to become part of our nest?”
--
Dean wanted to flip his wings and turn his back on the alpha. He really, really wanted to. After all, it wasn’t fair to tie him up and leave him like this – hard, needy, wanting - and then just expect him to get down on his hands and knees and present his ass.
But.
But now they were finished with Sammy (and he’d been right. That was a fucking hot show… sometime in the future he would make them do it again when he could touch himself as much as he wanted), that meant is was his turn. His turn meant he’d finally get lips on him, tasting him, just as he would get to taste them. There would be hands pulling his feathers, oiling him up nice and good, a nice fat cock in his ass, stretching him, filling. And fuck. He wanted all that. He wanted it so much his ass was dripping just thinking about it.
The question was, did he want that more than he wanted to prove a point?
Dean’s wings fluttered with indecision. His blues and greens reflected off Michael’s gold, and without his permission, Dean’s wings started to preen, showing off their best side, sparkling in the reflected glory. (Dean didn't see the admiration his wings got, that they were glorious in their own right. Dean didn't see a lot). Vain fuckers, Dean thought viciously, blushing at the smile that spread across Michael’s face, watching the play of colour as his wings did their job, attracting his alpha.
And then, when his traitorous appendages slipped forward, wing tips stroking wing tips, Dean knew his body had his head beat, the rest of him joining his slutty wings. We’ve gotta work on playing hard to get, he scolded them silently.
Michael growled a throaty growl before his strong, beautiful wings were pushing Dean backwards until he fell on the bed, scattering alphas to the side. Dean went willingly, his wings stroking themselves against Michael’s as they submitted. Michael moved in, close but not touching, his breath tickling Dean’s cheek. Dean couldn’t help but bare his neck and lick his lips with anticipation.
“Are you ready, Dean?” Michael dropped his voice, the words meant for Dean alone, but given the way the alpha pack on the bed vibrated with excited tension, they all heard. “Look at Sam and Cas.” Michael pulled Dean up, turning him until he could see the two alphas still at the head of the bed. Cas was holding his feather – no, not just holding, cradling it with care and love and worshipful look in his eye.
Dean bit his lip. He knew Michael felt his wings quiver with uncertainty, strong hands sliding down his wings, in an attempt to soothe a skittish mate. It felt soothing, but it didn’t help. It didn't explain Cas and Sam looking as they did. Dean didn’t understand. He knew he was an attractive enough angel – he never had trouble finding a willing bedmate – but he was nothing special, he wasn’t worth all this.
Castiel’s gesture was filled with a deep and all encompassing love. And that was for him?
“Of course for you!” Lucifer was in front of him, hand stroking his cheek. Huh. He must have said that out loud… “You are the missing piece of puzzle… our…” Lucifer seemed to side eye the other angels, before dropping his voice, “precious…”
Dean snorted. He couldn’t help it. He was never very good at tense situations and, anyway, “Did you seriously just call me the one ring? The one ring to… Oh!” Dean’s eyes widened, and his wings fluttered. “Fuck, yeah! I can live with that.”
Dean’s grin was pure sunshine, doubts pushed to the side as he puffed up. Lucifer didn’t bother stopping himself from leaning forward and tasting the smile. Dean eagerly met him, mouth opening under the slightest pressure, allowing Lucifer to touch and taste and take. Lucifer leisurely explored Dean’s mouth, tongue teasing until a movement behind him drew both their attention.
Sam and Castiel were assessing the bed again, finding the perfect spot for Dean’s first feather. The two alphas were locked in silent conversation, until Castiel gently placed Dean’s feather on their chosen spot. Sam immediately had his fingers just above it, concentrating, until he felt Dean’s eyes on him. Turning, he made eye contact, then with the happiest look Dean had ever seen on him, Dean felt Castiel and Sam draw on their grace, weaving the feather into the bed. The room was silent, all eyes glued to that one green feather that seemed to glow amidst the gold and bronze and black and white and blue-grey.
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That seemed to be the sign. Between one breath and the next Dean found himself flat on his back, strong hands grasping his wrists, pressing his hands to the bed beside his shoulders. Dean pushed up, and promptly melted into the mattress, feeling the strength in the alpha above him. Michael’s grin filled his vision before he felt the hard lines of the alphas muscular body press into his softer one. For a moment, again, Dean felt nervous and unsure – he’d never done it like this, always been in the one in control. But the alpha seemed to sense his nervousness. While his hands continued to restrain Dean, he raised his body til he was seated on Dean’s thighs, and although his hard cock rubbed against Dean’s as he leant over, Michael’s body was a distant cage, shadowing him rather than pressing against him. Dean missed the warmth of Michael's body, and his Dean’s eyelashes fluttered, not really sure where to look. Would it be rude to stare at Michael's cock, jutting proudly across Dean's belly? Or at the golden wings behind him. Or what if he looked away, looked at the other alphas, the rest of his nest? What was ok?
Instead of filling the tense silence, Michael just looked at the omega beneath him.
Dean was beautiful. Dean was beautiful and his. Head dropping, Michael nuzzled against Dean’s unmarked throat, sucking gentle kisses down to the middle of his chest, pausing at the place Michael’s mark would eventually go.
Michael could feel Dean’s nervousness. Father, they could all feel Dean’s nervousness. Michael was unsure what brought it on. Dean had been cocky up until a few moments ago. And it wasn’t being overpowered – Michael couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that crossed his lips. Dean melted beautifully, his body opening beautifully, his wings spread, asking for his touch…
Pressing down on Dean’s wrists – a silent order to keep them in place, Michael let his hands drift to the top of Dean’s wings. It was a beautiful arch, full of the greens that so matched Dean’s eyes. Shifting his body, he noted the way Dean’s wings looked stretched on their bed – their mating bed – the way his wing tips seemed to caress the bed, the feathers of him and his fellow alphas.
Theirs. Dean was theirs, and lying submissive and ready for Michael to claim.
Ready and nervous.
“Have you ever done this before, Dean?”
Dean looked slightly trapped. Michael arched a questioning brow at him, but from behind him he heard Sam’s quietly gasped breath.
Sam understood. Alphas were very… territorial... over their omega. And Dean had been an absolute slut. His heart went out to his brother, who wasn’t feeling cocksure and confident now. Just a few hours ago he’d rubbed his escapades in their face, a beta who intimately knew the body of other betas and omegas. But Dean wasn’t an omega in hiding now, he was part of something much bigger. He was the omega that completed their nest. Part of Sam – the unbridled alpha part – was angry that Dean has played around. Another part of Sam – the part that loved his brother unconditionally – soothed the alpha in him: Dean was now theirs. He wouldn’t lay with an angel outside the nest ever again.
Sam’s hand drifted to his chest, fingers dancing across his new scars. His flock. A muffled squeak on the bed, and Sam’s eyes were once more on Dean, on the way he panted, waiting for Michael to do something. Sam loved seeing Dean like this: an omega waiting, gasping for their alphas touch. And still so unsure. Sam looked around him. He felt more than saw the intense joy in the room, the feeling that this was right, that Dean was right.
Dean’s past didn’t matter. Not when his future was their future.
And right now their future was tense and distressed.
So Sam crawled onto the bed, shaking off hands which went to keep him back. Sure, traditionally no alpha other than the flock alpha took to the bed until the first bite was made. But theirs was not a traditional flock. Dean was not a traditional omega. And Dean was his brother who needed Sam’s reassurance.
Ignoring Michael’s growl, Sam pushed himself beneath Dean, lifting his body until he could lay Dean against his chest. Michael’s lips were twisted in a growl, but Sam just leaned forward and kissed his alpha over Dean's shoulder, angling his head to a submissive tilt, kissing and licking at his lips until Michael relaxed with a huff of laughter.
Caught between the two alphas Dean felt trapped by more than their bodies. He knew how alphas felt about omegas fucking other angels. Especially their omega. Virginity was valued (although in Dean’s mind virginity was overrated commodity, because Dean didn't care who his partner had been with when they were in his bed, focused on him The double standard was especially frustrating, as alphas fucked around with each other like there was no tomorrow). But even though he’d told them he’d played around, and he was in no way ashamed of his past, that was before they’d even started to bond. Now he was uncertain.
He started to struggle. He just wanted to get free now. This was the point where they realised he wasn’t right for them. But to his surprise Sam – Sam! – held him firm, nibbling at his ear.
“He’s never been with his nest, Alpha.”
Sam stroked his hands down Dean’s tense arms, willing him to hear the truth of his statement. Dean’s past didn’t matter. His future – their future – was the important thing. Michael seemed to agree. With one swoop of his wings he was off Dean, sitting upright against his heels. He struck a majestic pose, teasing a giggle from the omega before he pulled Dean up, cradling him in his arms.
“Ours, Dean. Forever.”
Michael stroked his head, brought his wings round to embrace him, pulling him in close and safe. Dean sighed at the warmth, letting his eyes close at the feelings of warm and safe and loved.
“We love you Dean. Now and always.”
Dean nuzzled into Michaels neck, following the same path Michael had on him. Kissing down until he reached a point he wanted to nibble. As his teeth scraped Michael’s skin, he felt the alpha’s breath catch, wings trembling against his back.
And with that, Dean’s confidence was back. He kitten licked a long line across Michael’s collar bone, stopping to explore the pits and crests of the alpha marks collaring him. Behind him, Michael’s wings fell away. Dean felt his own rise, sure and strong and his lips and tongue pulled appreciative moans and hisses from his alpha.
But Dean didn't know the rules, and one bite too hard found him flipped around and on his back, Michael’s body pressing into his. Finally that strong body covered him, golden wings flaring high in a magnificent display of strength and dominance. Dean’s wings flared daringly in response, but Michael growled again before finally - finally! – pressing Dean’s wings to mattress. Dean shivered at the sheer strength, the display causing his cock to jump between them, his ass to start leak even more slick. Biting his lip, Dean felt the smooth glide of Michael’s feathers mingling with his own. He couldn’t help preening as he heard the admiring noises around him, taken with the mix of peacock and gold.
Michael ignored the sounds around him, too busy feeling all that was Dean. Dean was under him – right where he belonged.
“Dean…” Breathing deeply, Michael could smell Dean. Apple pie and vanilla and cinnamon. And at this moment: sex. Dean was sex personified. His primary feathers were fluffed, his wings were spread wide, just begging for Michael to press into them more, to prove he was a strong alpha, worthy of mating such a fine omega… And he smelt of slick. The heady scent of an omega welcoming his alpha.
“Oh Dean. So ready. So ready for me. Such a good omega you are. I didn’t even need to touch you.”
Transferring both Dean’s wrists to one hand, Michael pressed them above his head. As Dean stretched he arched his back, pebbled nipples dusky pink against his freckled skin. Growling, Michael bit one nipple, increasing the pressure until Dean cried at. He then lathed it was his tongue, until Dean was wriggling beneath him.
And those freckles… Michael longed to kiss each one, to taste each one. Were they all the same? How would Dean react? Which ones would make him squirm and beg for more. Michael was tempted for a moment, until he felt someone’s feathers trail down his spine.
Right.
Claiming.
Nest mate.
Nest omega.
Michael and Dean would have time in the future for a thorough exploration. Now was about something different. With a soft sigh, Michael kissed the freckles in front of him before letting his had drift down Dean’s body, along his ribs and waist, before following the flare of his hips.
“So beautiful Dean.”
He let his fingers drift along, lifting himself up, licking his lips at the way Dean’s hard cock followed his movements, batting against Michael's stomach.
“Enjoying this, I see.”
Dean didn’t answer, just wriggled slightly. Michael frowned, but didn’t demand an answer – he hadn’t phrased it as a question, and maybe Dean was overwhelmed. But by all that was holy, he was looking forward to training his feisty omega.
As if reading his mind, Dean opened his eyes, flashing a challenging look in his direction. Michael grinned toothily. Dean was perfect.
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Michael’s mouth was Heaven, Dean decided. And he wanted more of it. All over him. He’d never wanted it before, to have someone taste him in such a way, but the way he teased a trail down Dean’s chest, stopping at his hardened nipples, biting them into greater relief… it felt so good. Michael’s tongue soothed away the sting too soon, and Dean was hard pressed to keep his whimper of disappointment back.
But soon enough Michael’s hand was drifting down his body, following the curves he’d fought so hard to hide. Soon enough it was drifting between his legs – avoiding his cock, which was still rock hard and leaking despite the cock ring – brushing his balls before teasing at the edge of his leaking hole. Michael gently ran two fingers around the rim.
“Do you need me to prepare you, Dean?”
Dean blinked? Why the fuck was Michael asking questions now? He just wanted something in him… the fingers teasing at his sensitive rim would be a fucking good start.
Dean’s look must have been good, because Michael grinned, before trailing his fingers back up Dean’s body, this time nudging the Father forsaken cock ring. This time he did whimper. This only had the effect of deepening Michael’s dimples. A good look, to be sure, but not the response he wanted.
Michael made his way up Dean’s body, resting on him once more. Slick soaked fingers pressed at his mouth (and wasn’t that embarrassing. Michael hadn’t even pushed into him, just teasing), pushing until with a sigh Dean opened his mouth, allowing entrance. Michael played with his tongue, chasing it around Dean’s mouth until he caught it pulling and pushing thoughtfully.
“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, Dean.”
Removing his fingers, Michael instead filled Dean’s mouth with his tongue, pushing deep licking the slick from Dean’s mouth. Pulling back, he placed a kiss at the side of Dean’s mouth.
“Delicious. When we have time, the things I am going to do to you… I think I could lick you for hours.” He added thoughtfully. “If you taste this good here," and Michael ran his tongue gently over Dean's lips, "Imagine what it will taste like from the source... But that isn’t for now." Michael shook his head, before pinning Dean with his stare once more. "Now I want to fuck you hard and deep, Dean. I want to be so deep inside you I can’t tell you from me. Do you want that Dean?”
Dean felt a gush between his thighs. He tried to squeeze them together, but Michael was a solid and immovable. All alpha. A frown crossed the alphas face, and he tugged Dean’s head back, exposing his throat, and growling into it. Dean gulped. He hadn’t meant to displease his alpha.
“I said, Dean, do you want that.”
Dean swallowed again, but answered steadily enough. “Yes… yes, Michael.”
Growls turned to purrs, and Michael nipped gently at the skin. He paused there a moment, breathing in the scent of omega, before releasing Dean’s hands, bringing both his hands to Dean’s face, cupping it gently.
“I’m going to claim you, Dean. Do you need me to prepare you. You feel wet and loose,” Michael’s breath caught. Dean had felt soft and warm against his fingertips. “So loose I could take you now with no prep. And I want that. I want to fuck you knowing that my cock is the first thing that’s been in that glorious ass. But…” And Michael took a deep breath. “But if you need my fingers, if you need to stretch you so that…”
Dean interrupted. “No! I don’t need that. Michael – alpha! – I just… want… need…” Dean took a deep breath. “Please alpha, fuck me. Claim me. Make me yours!”
Michael needed no further invitation. Rearing up, he grabbed Dean’s thighs, pushing them high until his ass rolled off the bed. Dean flailed a little, wings flapping, before being pinned by Michael’s wings. Taking a deep breath, Dean forced himself to relax: he was completely exposed to his alpha, ass high in the air, wings spread out, all for Michael. This was where he wanted to be.
Michael took his time. His blood thundered through his body, pooling in his rock hard cock, which throbbed along to his beating heart. Without realising it, Dean’s head had shifted, his throat exposed to his alpha. Everything about Dean was his for the taking.
“You’re beautiful, Dean.” Michael shifted forward, rubbing the tip of his cock against Dean’s wet hole. The smooth slide was almost too much. “You feel so perfect. Do you know how perfect you are?” Dean whimpered, but like the good omega he was didn’t move. “Made for me, Dean. Made for us.” Michael felt his self-waver, as his cock caught on Dean’s rim, the tip just sliding in. So hot and smooth and welcoming. Before he lost all thought, Michael willed away the cock ring. “And now your mine.”
Michael slammed his hips forward, filling Dean in one easy movement.
Beneath him, Dean came, untouched, covering both Dean's and Michael's bellies.
Yes, Michael thought desperately trying to hold back. Dean was perfect.
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