Novae Vitae-1
Novae vitae
Summary:It was a split second’s error in judgement that changed Jared's life... (Written for a prompt on kink_meme)
Warnings: Humiliation, Turning of an Alpha into an Omega, Claiming, Scenting, Rimming,Knotting, Self-lubrication, Body modification, Crying, Spanking, Domestic discipline, H/C, Angst (like, TONS of it, okay?), Fluff.
But I'm hoping that there will be an eventual happy-ending, alright? So hang in there.
A/n- I have absolutely NO knowledge of Latin, so those with a better grasp of the language are welcome to leave a comment correcting me about the title. I wanted the Latin for ‘A new life’; if this is grammatically or otherwise wrong, please do tell what the correct form is so that I can learn!
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It was a split second’s error in judgement that changed his life, Jared thought as his mind once again played the events that had led to... to this.
It had started out as harmless fun, the way these things usually do... there had been a new bartender. A cute one.... and Jared had liked the thought of her spread out on his five-thousand thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets with a hazy contented smile to her lips. What he wants, he gets and so when he made the move, he wasn’t surprised to find her receptive of his overtures. However, as the evening drew on, he realised that she was treating his words as just harmless banter. Annoyed and eager to get to the pleasurable part of the evening, he put a little more aggression and alpha behind his words. To his absolute surprise though, instead of going pliant as was the norm, she just grew sterner. Firmly telling him off and asking him -ordering him - to leave her alone so that she could focus on her job. And while offended, he would have left. He would have! Because no matter how reckless he can be, he abhors rape and forcing someone to have sex is ‘rape’ in his book. And whatever else he might be, Jared Padalecki is no rapist.
(It’s a different issue if some ‘convincing’ can make his partner’s have a change of heart though...)
However, Jensen fucking Ackles had to take that moment to sidle up to him and ‘advice him’ to walk and cool off. Still, he was about to do just that. And obviously Jensen understood because the older man had shifted his attention away from him and was getting up to walk away.
But Stephen had to go and open his mouth. Of course he did.
They teased him (loud enough for the entire bar to hear) about how a beta had turned him down and exchanged the same tired jokes about blue-balls and ball-busting betas that they had since high school. It had not helped his mood, but Jared had managed to hold on to his temper. And then Chase had called him Jensen’s bitch.
That had ostensibly been the straw that broke the camel’s back because Jared’s reaction had been to grab at Ackles’ hand and challenge him. He doesn’t remember his (own) exact words, but he does remember the way Jensen’s eyes slowly tracked down his arm to see where Jared was gripping his wrist before rising to meet his again. The older man had warned him that ‘ people always make the mistake of under-estimating me, Jared. And they come to regret it. Always.’- and to not repeat this and jerked out of his grip. The words had sent a cold thrill of fear shoot through his spine, but humiliated at the ease with which the alpha had freed himself; Jared had risen to the challenge... made the mistake of calling him an ‘omega bitch’. Inwardly he’d cringed at the insult: it just wasn’t something you said to an alpha. And Jensen had stiffened momentarily. For an interminable moment Jared had thought he would get his throat ripped out right then; but then the older alpha had reigned himself in and started moving again. His inner alpha, affronted at having his challenge refused had jumped. Literally.
No one had anticipated his move, - except for Jensen, it appeared- the older man had simply feinted to the left and twisted around to grab at Jared; using his own momentum to flatten him against a stray table. He’d felt teeth at the base of his neck, not deep enough to reach blood but definitely a threat. Jensen had not said a word but the threat had been obvious.
The wise thing would have been to go pliant then. .. But then again, Jared had never claimed to enjoy doing the easier thing, had he? He’d kicked at Jensen’s heels in an effort to dislodge him, an error on his part. THE error, in-fact; as his action had made the alpha tighten his hold instinctively and Jared had felt the razor sharp fangs slice clean through his skin...
The change had been virtually instantaneous, he’d felt light headed and felt a sharp pain lance through what felt like every cell in his body. He’d collapsed on his knees the second he’d been released and whimpered at every touch until Jensen had helped him to his feet.
He could feel the eyes on them... the blood dripping from the still bleeding wound down to his collar... his friends’ horrified gasps and the low buzz as everyone stared at (-talked about-) the freshly turned omega. Still too dazed to even attempt getting away from there on his own power, he’d been grateful when Jensen had escorted him out to an ordinary looking Toyota hybrid and opened the doors for him.
He’d been stopped when he’d gone to sit though.
“I want you to kneel...”
Jared had raised horrified eyes at the inflectionless order and watched as Chris Kane (who’d accompanied them out) turned equally surprised eyes towards the green-eyed alpha.
“For Pete’s sake, Jensen; the kid hasn’t been turned for five minutes and you’re ordering him around-”
“Chris.” Jensen’s voice had cut through the long-haired alpha’s rambling like a knife, “I know what I’m doing. If you wanna help, why don’t you go and get the prescription from Hodge? I need a moment with Jared alone.”
“Jared?”
He blinked, blushing as he’d realised that he’d gotten lost in his own mind again. “I want to go home...”
He watched the alpha’s eyes go soft and cursed his weakness inwardly, but the agony of the turning was too great for him to really care about anything right then.
“I know you’re in pain and I know how to make it stop.”
He turned hopeful eyes at the man.
“You’re in pain because your body is rejecting your alpha side, Jared. You need to... ummm...” He made an awkward motion with his hands that had Jared letting out a disbelieving giggle despite the seriousness of the situation.
“Jerk off? I need to jerk off, seriously?”
Jensen bit his lip but nodded. “It’ll help with the pain.”
It took a minute for Jared to figure out that the older man was completely serious.
“I- I know this isn’t the best place, and I can’t even guarantee sufficient seclusion; but if you hunker down on the floor, I promise to try and keep Chris as distracted as I can to grant you the maximum privacy. It’s- it’s a forty minute ride. And I’ll not let anyone else open the doors.”
Jared nodded, hands already reaching for his belt: it’s not that he believed the other man, but at this point he was willing to try fairly anything. He didn’t know when Chris returned or when the car started, too lost in attaining the elusive climax that promised relief from this wretched pain. He was surprised to find it actually work... but the cramps started anew after a few seconds and he reached down again.
He was literally caught with his pants down when Jensen opened the door, and humiliation reddened his cheeks as he watched the green gaze take in his bared skin and the mess in the foot-wells. He wondered for a moment if the man was going to comment on it, but the man simply inclined his head and Jared scrabbled to make himself as decent as he could (under the circumstances) and followed him out.
Feeling slightly better, he took the moment of lucidity to take in the old colonial style mansion, vines trailing up the side walls and realised with a sinking feeling that it wasn’t his home.
“Why...” He licked his lips uncertainly, “Why’ve you brought me here?”
“It’s my house, Jared.” Jensen murmured, coming up beside him, “You’ll be staying here till the turning process is completed.”
“But you’ll let me go... after?”
“If you so desire,”
He nodded as he moved to follow Chris who was already up the scant steps to reach the door. He could feel himself trembling and hated that his body unconsciously relaxed when Jensen placed a proprietary hand at the small of his back.
Jared meekly allowed himself to be led to a sparsely furnished room and shuddered as he took in the empty white walls, the hard mattress on the bed and the single straight-back chair that the room boasted. The bathroom was an en-suite, though; and Jared was thankful for that small mercy.
“This is to be your room.” Jensen told him in no uncertain terms and Jared shivered at the prospect of being made to live here. His own room back in his own apartment was the very definition of opulence with thick drapes and warm, richly coloured walls. The wall mounted screen was the largest without being a stand-alone movie theatre and the sound-system was one that matched the television’s quality. His bed was king-size and covered in the best quality sheets that money could buy. The mattress was of course a memory-foam.
Jensen offered him a soft tee-shirt and worn-in sweat pants- his own, judging from the scent. “Why don’t you clean up?”
He nodded his thanks as he accepted the bundle. He hated how his first impulse was to bury his face in the warm scent of his alpha and forced himself to head to the bathroom (equally sparsely furnished, he could see now) and clean himself up.
Emerging from his shower he could hear voices from the living room and paused to listen.
“- proved your point; why can’t you let him go?”
He jumped as he recognised Chad’s voice.
“He never wanted this, Alpha...” A second voice piped up and Jared recognised it as Genevieve’s.
Were all his friends here?
He took a cautious peek, grateful that no-one noticed him- and was relieved to note that it was only Chad and Gen who’d come.
“Neither did I,” Jensen rumbled, “But what’s done is done and there can be no turning back for either of us, is there?”
“You could sign over his custody to us...” Chad offered.
Jared felt his breath catch; as much as he loved his friends, being their omega was a completely different ball-game.
“Beta’s should be forbidden from refusing alphas!”
“Really?! And why shouldn’t it be the reverse... alphas obeying betas... mmm... that’s going to be so much nicer!” One of the betas in their group had returned hotly.
The debate continued till someone commented, “Well, in my opinion, both alphas and betas should have equal rights. ... but those omegas... they are good for nothing but bending over and taking it.”
The comment was met with loud approvals and with no omega amongst them to defend the status, the derisions against the group increased till they all agreed how omegas should be forbidden from wearing pants at all and bend over at the word of every alpha and beta. After all, that was the only thing they were good for, wasn’t it?
Jared shuddered as he remembered how even he’d agreed that ‘omega’ should equal ‘sex-slave’. At the time, secure in his alpha-hood, he’d seen no cause to worry or sympathise the status of these fertile men . He knew that the vast majority didn’t look too kindly on omegas and couldn’t help but wonder if Jensen shared those opinions.
He tuned back in to the conversation going on, hoping that Jensen would not agree to Chad’s demands.
“-not signing him over. He’s under my custody and will remain so, unless... well, that’s something you don’t need to worry about.”
Jensen’s words had a ring of finality and he heard his friends leave shortly after.
There was a brief pause and then Jensen’s voice rang out, “You can come out of hiding now...”
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