A different sort of hunt

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel was used to being odd man out, the only Omega born to his small, powerful pack. But with two older brothers who were both Alphas, they were usually more concerned with their own power plays than Gabriel and his search for a mate.

Because heat when you were unmated? Sucked.

Michael would probably prefer to chain him up once a year and let him sweat it out, which is probably why he left home as his heat started to near.

If he was going to find a mate, it was going to be on his terms.

What he didn't expect was to catch a tantalizing scent at the local bookstore. Something that called up images of sunlight and pine trees and cool shade.

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[low_key_angel]

"You already have, Sam. I believe you." Gabriel pressed close, melting against the larger wolf. "I'm going to be part of what a pack should be and what mine never was. Believe me, I'm more than happy to leave that behind."

Lucifer would object, violently so, but Gabriel can't bring himself to care. He has Sam, nothing else matters. "My future is here, with you."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam bent, kissing Gabriel solidly. Because he had every intention of keeping that promise. "How long do the pies have to go?" he asked. "Because I haven't exactly had a tour of the place yet and I don't want to go poking my nose places where I haven't been invited yet."

And he grinned, because there were some who would have taken the impending bonding as a sign that they could do whatever they wanted. But this was still Gabriel's space and Sam wouldn't invade further than he was asked.

[low_key_angel]

"Should be about twenty minutes until they're ready to come out." Smiling, Gabriel laced their fingers together. "Plenty of time to give you the nickel tour." It meant the world that Sam asked, that he was considerate. The only other Alphas he'd known had been his brothers, strong, possessive and demanding. They never asked, they only took.

Sam was showing him just how good a true Alpha should be.

His apartment was small, but bright and comfortable. Warm colors and bright glass dishes, battered but loved cooking utensils in the kitchen. "This is our place now. Same as the bakery. Yours as much as it is mine, you know."

"Well. If you cook, anyway."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam looked chagrined for a moment, though he was still smiling a bit. "I think it's probably best if I leave the cooking to you," he replied with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "I'll just look pretty and do any of the heavy lifting you want me to. Or fixing anything that breaks. I'm good at that sort of thing. Not so much with the cooking, though."

He kept close to Gabriel, often touching but keeping it light, brushes of the hand or arm, while they were walking. "I'm never just going to assume things, Gabriel. While legally it may be ours, this is someplace you built yourself. So always better to ask."

[low_key_angel]

"Good. I tend to look at computers and they break, so if you're handy with them, we're in business."

The touches were perfect, just small brushes here and there to keep them grounded. Wolves were naturally the physical sort, nudges, scruffs and touches to keep bonds strong among the pack. Contact that Gabriel soaked in like a sponge, little signs of affection he'd missed over the years as his brothers drifted apart.

"Okay, Sam. It's just.. going to take some getting used to, you know?"

[fromfryingpantofire]

"I'm very good with computers. Nothing to worry about there."

Sam smiled, bending down to kiss the shell of Gabriel's ear as he pulled him close again. "Oh, don't worry. There are times I know when to take. If you're into it, there may well be nights you find yourself pinned to the bed while I fuck you."

Which probably wouldn't be for a while, simply because of school work, but Sam couldn't say that the idea didn't appeal to him. The fact that he was half hard probably showed that much.

[low_key_angel]

The promise, as well as his body's response is enough to start his skin warming all over again. Gabriel whimpered into the kiss, pulling back with an impish smile. "Into it? Hell, I'll even let you tie me up if you want. I'm fairly flexible."

It's a slower burn this time, but one he won't be able to ignore for too long. Gabriel nodded back towards the kitchen. Better to pull the pies before they get distracted again. "Think they're about done."

[fromfryingpantofire]

That brought a growl from Sam again, one he did his best to tamp down on. Because that slow burn in Gabriel was one he had to. It hadn't been the couple of hours that they probably should have had, but he didn't entirely want to wait, either. "How much longer do the pies have?" Because the last thing they needed was the fire alarm going off and the fire fighters finding them knotted.

[low_key_angel]

That growl. It's threatening to set him off again and Gabriel toe himself away from Sam long enough to pull the two pies out of the oven. "Thinner crusts. Don't have to bake as long." An extra advantage when he wasn't sure how much longer he'd have before they were overwhelmed with hormones.

Not that he minded. But once things cooled, Gabriel was looking forward to taking his time with Sam.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam growled again, stalking forward a bit. His body changed a bit, subtly as his wolf came forward more. Getting ready for the bonding that would happen very, very soon. "In that case," he said, voice having dropped a few notes. "I think maybe we should get back to the bedroom, huh?"

[low_key_angel]

The way Sam stalked forward had the room flooding with pheromones, his body responding to the power of the Alpha and the promise of being bonded. A low whine slipped free, eager and hungry. "Bed. Yeah, that sounds good."

It's a bold move, but Gabriel doesn't back away as Sam stalks forward, instead he steps into his arms, nosing at his jaw.

[fromfryingpantofire]

The nuzzle to the jaw is still an admission of submission. It works just fine for Sam's wolf as he picks Gabriel up again, dick full and heavy once more as he takes the smaller man through to the bedroom.

"Gonna make sure nobody ever touches you again," he murmured, voice lower as he dropped Gabriel to the bed. "Turn over, baby. Wanna see the back of your neck."

[low_key_angel]

Being manhandled by Sam, his mate, is quite possibly the hottest thing Gabriel had ever experienced. He twined his arms around Sam's shoulders, nuzzling at his jaw as he was carried back into the bedroom.

He whined, eyes flashing bright and golden as he rolled over, offering himself up to his mate, to his Sam. Gabriel tipped his head back, exposing his neck. "Please Sam. Make me yours. Forever." His willing Omega, his mate.

[fromfryingpantofire]

This time, Sam didn't really pause to check that Gabriel was ready. It hadn't been that long since they'd last fucked and Gabriel had been ready enough, then. So he simply lined himself up and pushed forward, spreading Gabriel open with his dick. "Completely mine," he murmured, hands on Gabriel's hips to hold him steady, to pull him back onto Sam's dick as he kept pushing in slowly.

[low_key_angel]

One advantage of heat? He was pretty much always ready. Warm and receptive and slick enough for Sam to mount him without any sort of prep. The muscles in his back went taut as he slowly pushed back against Sam, panting out his name until their bodies met. "Yours, Sam. Always."

Gabriel angled his head invitingly, presenting the full line of his neck for Sam, waiting for the claiming bite, the one that would seal them together for the rest of their lives.

[fromfryingpantofire]

There was definitely a difference in Sam's scent now. He wasn't holding back his wolf or his Alpha-ness. His teeth had elongated before this round, already ready as he laid himself over Gabriel's back again, pressing his lips to the spot where he would claim him.

"Mmm. When we get settled, I wanna watch you ride me," he murmured, hips snapping forward. "Wanna watch you work to take my knot, wanna see your face when you're doing it." He licked over the spot, then lightly scraped his teeth over it. Not enough to break skin, but soon. Very soon.

[low_key_angel]

It was more wolf this time, all strength and power and Gabriel's wolf can't help but rise up in response, keening out his pleasure as Sam mouthed along his neck, rocking into him. "Sam.. ahfuck.. yes." One hand drifted lower, stroking himself as Sam moved faster behind him. Into him.

"Gonna suck you first though. Then I'll ride you. Take that perfect knot of yours."

[fromfryingpantofire]

There's strength and power in Gabriel as well. Sam can feel it thrumming through his Omega's body. He kept thrusting, pushing into Gabriel's body, making him work to accept his knot. Somehow, this coupling seemed faster, harder than the first. Maybe because Sam wasn't holding back as much.

As soon as he felt his knot push all the way in, felt Gabriel's body accepting it and closing around it, he bit, teeth breaking skin as he growled deep in his chest.

[low_key_angel]

Omegas have a different sort of strength to them, a different power. Not one built for combat or even protection, but there's power there. To raise a family, care for an Alpha and bear them up when needed. Bobby had always said that Alphas may rule a pack, but a good Omega is what keeps the Alpha together to do so. Not something to be easily dismissed.

Gabriel is also strong enough to take Sam when he's not holding back, when his fingers are bruise-tight in his hips, working his knot into him hard and fast. The moment Sam's fangs sank into his skin and he felt the blood well, Gabriel came. A combination of pain and pleasure and his wolf knowing that he's truly bound now, part of a better pack with an Alpha he loved.

[fromfryingpantofire]

It was one reason why John had made his boys read the old stories. While Mary herself had been a Beta, Kate had been an Omega and John would never have stood for any of his boys talking back to her or disrespecting her for her status. Not that any of them ever would have, but it was better to know for certain.

What Gabriel's orgasm started, Sam's sealed completely. He wasn't very far behind his mate at all, pheromones and the rhythmic squeezing of his knot sending him over the edge with a bitten off whine against the back of Gabriel's neck. He slid his arm under Gabriel, holding him up as his other arm dropped to the bed, keeping them both upright for the moment as Sam disengaged his teeth, licking lightly over the four spots along the top of his spine.

[low_key_angel]

They were stories they'd one day share with their own children. Old legends that his own pack seemed to have forgotten, or in their arrogance, chosen to ignore.

Gabriel sagged into Sam's arms, his wolf sated, body pleasantly exhausted. The bites would scar over and be visible even when shifted, the mark of a mated and bound wolf. He hummed happily at the attention lavished on those fresh marks. "Mmh. Think we've got a few hours now." Plenty of time after his knot went down to shower, call Anna and get back to the heat cottage the Winchesters had.

Not just the Winchesters. His pack now.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam couldn't help but laugh softly at Gabriel, kissing the back of his neck again. "That's what you said last time," he reminded his mate. He carefully maneuvered them onto their sides again, a much more comfortable position for the time being.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel chuckled, pressing back against his mate as Sam shifted them to rest on their sides again, arms and legs tangled comfortably together. "Hey, this is new for me too." The wolf was content, happy and finally Gabriel wasn't dreading the rest of his heat.

"But I think it'll be better next time. A little calmer. Always starts out frantic before things even out a little."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"It also won't matter as much next time if it doesn't take long in between," he noted, stroking Gabriel's stomach again. "So, it's always been like that for you?"

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel chewed at his lower lip for a moment, breathing in the reassuring scent of his mate. Heat was difficult for unmated Omegas, and being forced to deal with it alone was worse, craving contact when none was to be had. It was more than the mating, it was needing touch, needing to be near another wolf and he’d always been isolated. He reminded himself firmly that was his past before answering. “For the most part. I was usually locked downstairs to deal with it on my own. Michael had the bright idea of bringing chains into play when he caught me escaping one year. It was bad enough I was an Omega, but one who wound up knocked up and unmated?” He snorted derisively.

“The first few hours were always a blur, clawing at the door before I had to take care of things myself. Usually by the second day things were easier. I could eat, grab a few hours of sleep here and there."