Finally, Home
Finally, Home.
Summary- (reverse of the omega-servitude trope) Jared finally takes the plunge and buys himself an alpha... its just, he wasn't ready for Jensen.
Trigger warning - Descriptions of abuse (off-screen, past), implied rape, rape-aftermath, (non-consensual) bondage, descriptions of physical injury, hurt!Jensen, caring! Jared.
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Jared sighed as he went through the section of ‘trained’ alphas without prior owners: this group was older than the ‘untrained’ group who were mostly boys fresh out of their teens and a few who were still teenaged. Though he was not ‘old’ by any standards, owning a teenaged alpha was still too much like paedophilia for his comfort, especially considering he was making this purchase to primarily have someone to help him though his heats (which, sadly; had gotten increasingly rough over the years). The ‘trained’ alphas were more acceptable age-wise but none caught his eyes. The only section left to check was the ‘used’ section, which housed the alphas that had had a previous owner but been returned in exchange for a younger one or because they were defective. His luck with the ‘fresh stock’ made him think he would have to make the trek to the next county where the other nearest ‘Alpha Store’ was, but he decided to walk through the ‘used’ section just in case someone caught his eye.
Later he would always thank whatever angel had perched on his shoulder that day and whispered for him to check the ‘used’ section.
Because that was where he first saw Jensen.
It wasn’t a happy meeting by any stretch. And since he didn’t actually know the alpha at that point, what he actually saw was a man crouched down in the furthest corner of the cell. The employee accompanying him on the rounds banged at the cage door and Jared was momentarily faced with vibrant green eyes fanned by thick lashes that any omega would sell their soul for.
“Display position, Alpha!” The omega next to him barked and struck the bars of the cage again with his baton and Jared watched, dismayed; as the alpha flinched visibly. Despite his obvious fear, the alpha crawled out of his chosen corner and slowly straightened. He was dressed in the regulation white drawstring pants and physically, he was stunning: tall with miles of golden skin on a lightly muscled body. The alpha stopped a good three feet from the bars of the cage and stood rigidly in the ‘parade rest’ position, but never raised his head.
Jared sighed and moved on.
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“Not one of our alphas caught your eye?” A senior employee enquired as he made his way to the front of the shop empty handed.
Jared hesitated but ultimately smiled wryly and shook his head.
“So, which one was he?” The employee persisted, not missing Jared’s second of hesitation.
He sighed, noticing the unusual choice of pronoun instead of the generic ‘it’ that the employee who had initially shown him around had used and decided to take a chance, confessing, “It would never work,”
“Why?”
“Apparently I didn’t impress him. ... and these things never work unless it’s mutual.”
The employee nodded understandingly, then: “Just out of curiosity, would you tell me who it was? Maybe I could help...?”
“Third cell in the used section,”
“Oh, you mean Jensen...” The employee breathed, “I must compliment you on your excellent taste, Mr. Padalecki.”
Jared managed a tight smile, “Well, it doesn’t count for much now, does it?”
“If you’re serious about this alpha, then you should give Jensen a chance. I promise you won’t regret it.”
Jared’s eyes narrowed, “You seem very familiar with this alpha,”
The employee turned slightly pink and gestured, “Maybe we should take this into my office,”
Jared agreed since he had nothing better lined up in his schedule, having taken the day off work in anticipation of finding himself an alpha; and followed the omega to a small cluttered office towards the back of the building, curious despite himself.
“I’ve known Jensen since he was first accepted into the system. He was a teenager then, fresh from coming into his knot and... Well, I was his trainer.” The omega explained as he shifted some thick binder files off a chair and to an already crowded table before offering it to Jared.
Jared nodded his thanks as he accepted the creaky seat and perched carefully on its edge, eager to hear more.
“He was always sweet-natured. A perfect gentlemen...one of those rare alphas that make you question the validity of the system, you know? His training passed off without a hitch... And, to be honest, I was rather proud of what I’d accomplished with him, expected him to make a lovely companion for whoever picked him. His size might be intimidating to a few omegas, but Jensen is- was -a virtual teddy-bear. Almost everybody who came in here loved him and we were reluctant to part with him. He was young still, and so we kept him with us for awhile; used him for demonstrations and such. Eventually though, like all alphas; he was put on the block as well. Unsurprisingly, he was claimed within days of being made available; a gorgeous blue-eyed man with dark hair and vibrant personality. He seemed like the perfect match for our Jensen. ...”
“What happened?” Jared asked, almost afraid of the answer to his question.
“We have periodic checks on all of our alphas, and I checked up on Jensen myself that first weekend. ... He- he was sick, running a low-grade fever; but he still greeted me as warmly as ever. There was something different about him but I couldn’t pinpoint what. ... I still didn’t suspect anything and I left him there.”
The omega paused and Jared noticed the sheen of tears in the older man’s eyes.
“Then he missed his annual check-up. We called in case it was just a simple case of mis-information and Collins answered the phone. He claimed Jensen was ‘otherwise occupied’ and wouldn’t be able to answer but that he could pass on whatever message we had. It made us suspicious and so we paid a second visit to the house. ... And, and Jensen ... oh, Jensen!”
“What? What did you find?” Jared questioned, curious but dreading the reply.
“Jensen was still sick.” The omega responded, visibly distancing himself from his memories in an attempt to control his emotions, “He had lost weight because he couldn’t keep anything down and his eyes were so... haunted. He didn’t make any accusations, but there is only one thing that makes alphas sick like that. Mr. Collins claimed he had no idea why Jensen was not healing, but we took our boy into protective custody nevertheless. The medical check-up confirmed what we all suspected by then: he’d been raped by an alpha. His anal opening was torn from having a knot repeatedly forced into it and both his buccal-cavity and colon revealed traces of alpha semen. Finger-shaped bruises littered his torso and hips from where he’d been held down; his neck, wrists and ankles showed abrasions from wearing restraints of some sort. The worst part was that the once vibrant eyes were now dimmed.”
Jared felt bile rise in his throat at the vivid description of the abuse his chosen alpha had lived through. And Jensen was his chosen alpha, he realized.
“So Collins’ was an alpha?” He asked.
The older omega nodded sadly, “He was just so tiny, you know? Barely reached Jensen’s chest. And he had these huge blue eyes... who’d have guessed that underneath all that he was another knothead?”
“Did they catch him?”
The man nodded tiredly.
“ Good, ” Jared said reflexively, then blushed. They sat like that for a minute before he broke the silence again, “I would like to see him again,”
“Jensen?” The omega asked, brightening visibly.
Jared nodded.
“Sure, c’mon.” He strode to the door but then paused abruptly enough that Jared bumped into his back, “Fair warning, he’s become slightly anti-social after his ordeal. He may snarl at you but I promise that he will never really hurt you.”
Now that he knew his story, Jared found himself appreciating the elegant lines of the alpha’s body even more.
“Jensen?” The omega called the lightly dosing alpha. Jared hid a wince when he noticed that Jensen was still curled into a tight ball at the far corner of the cage and even asleep, was attempting to make himself appear smaller than he was.
He watched as the alpha jerked awake and then brightened visibly at seeing who his visitor was. He even came to the bars voluntarily this time to greet his former trainer before freezing as he noticed Jared.
“Hey there, big guy,” Jared whispered, reaching out a tentative hand through the cage’s bars. He didn’t know where his sudden bravery was coming from, but some instinct in him wanted to touch the golden-skinned alpha.
Jensen snarled and took a hurried step backwards.
If he had not been warned beforehand, Jared was pretty sure that he would have run on the spot; after all, an alpha’s rage was impressive and no sane omega would want to take on an alpha who was so obviously ill-tempered.
“Jensen!” The trainer snapped and the alpha whined once before cautiously approaching the hand still thrust through the bars and sniffing once.
Jared held very still as the alpha crouched down and hesitantly lowered his head so that Jared could touch his face. Careful not to make any sudden movements, he gently cupped the lightly stubbled face, stroking over the high cheekbones with his thumb. He moved his hands to wind his fingers through the reddish-gold hair, intending to massage the alpha’s scalp when the man flinched and jumped back; a high keen escaping his lips.
“I... Did- did I hurt him?” Jared wondered aloud.
The other omega shook his head, “Nah, Jensen doesn’t like anyone touching his hair.”
“Oh,”
“So, still want to inspect him?”
“I-” Jared stuttered.
The older omega smiled indulgently, “C’mon, we all know the reason for your purchase. ... You should make sure he’s not too big for you before you take him home.”
Jared blushed but nodded.
“C’mon, Jensen; let’s show him what you’re packing, alright?” The trainer murmured as he opened the cage.
The alpha hesitated briefly but wordlessly climbed out of his cage, docilely allowing Ethan -Jared noticed his nametag for the first time - to slip on the collar and clip a lead. They all walked in amiable silence to the small ‘inspection room’. He watched as the alpha voluntarily undid the drawstring of his pants the moment Ethan dropped the lead, only to go over to the provided bench and bend over with his feet shoulder-width apart.
Jared felt his face flare crimson at the blatant nudity and judging from the way Jensen was hiding his face between the folds of his hands; he was not the only one embarrassed.
“You’re free to touch him,” Ethan told him, gesturing at the bared alpha but Jared shook his head.
He watched as the trainer snapped on a pair of latex gloves and proceeded to stroke Jensen’s flank and then work the alpha into hardness. Jensen barely made a sound and had it not been for the tense set to his shoulders, Jared would have thought the alpha enjoyed being played with.
“Jensen?” Ethan called. The alpha made a low hurt sound but obediently straightened and turned to face Jared.
Face a vivid crimson, he found himself unable to meet Jensen’s eyes. Still, he was expected to ‘know’ his purchase and Jared bit his lip as he took in the delectable hardness on display. Too weak-kneed to approach the alpha himself, Jared just managed a curt nod; watching as Ethan went to a side table and returned with a bowl of ice-cold water judging from the liberal amount of cubes still floating in the bowl. Jensen grimaced but lowered his privates into the bowl without protest till they shrivelled again.
“Yeah?” Ethan enquired.
Jared could only nod, throat still dry from the alpha on display.
Ethan smiled widely as he fetched the syringe with the mild anaesthetic that was mandatorily administered to alphas prior to transport.
For the first time, Jensen shrank back away from the trainer; a barely audible ‘ please’ escaping his lips.
“Now Jensen,” Ethan chided, “You cannot expect to hide away for the rest of your life, can you? You have to try again sometime and Mr. Padalecki seems so nice!”
The alpha subsided but Jared noticed that the panic never left the wide green eyes even as the needle sank into his bicep.
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Chapter- 2