The Devil Don't Live Here
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, and the characters portrayed within (while bearing familiar names and likenesses) are also completely fictional. This is not real and none of it ever happened. Read at your own risk (and only if you are of an age to view explicit material).
Rating: Very Much NC-17
Pairing: J2
Word Count: 7,134
Warnings: Attemped Non-Con (OMC/Jensen), Underage sex (sort of, Jensen is 16 which is the age of consent where I live, however there's an age difference in play which makes it kind of a grey area. The original prompt had him 15, but I bumped it up a year for posting here because of the age of consent issue). Religious angst. Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics with the possibility of mpreg.
The Prompt: When Jensen turns fifteen he discovers he is an omega. He is part of an uber-religious, very anti-omega (strictly alpha/beta) cult and is kicked out. He's homeless, scared and has no one to turn to. He somehow wanders into Jared's life.
“I renounce you. I renounce you. I command you to leave my body and leave me clean. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost, leave me, Devil. Leave me.”
Sunlight filtered in through dirty glass windows, casting long shadows on the rough-hewn wooden floor and illuminating the dust motes that hovered in the air. The young man, barely more than a boy, really, knelt in the shadows and repeated his prayer, his voice fervent, his fingers clenched around a crudely carved wooden cross as if it were a lifeline. Perhaps it was.
He’d been there for hours now, on his knees praying for salvation and redemption. Despite this, his symptoms still lingered. Small droplets of sweat beaded on his brow, his skin still prickled and the heaviness between his legs hadn’t let up. It was insistent, aching and demanding to be filled, and so the youth knew that salvation and redemption had yet to be granted. His fingers tightened around the wooden cross and his legs had moved beyond pain to numbness from kneeling, but Jensen was determined not to move until the Heat left him. This couldn’t be happening to him. He hadn’t chosen this. He hadn’t allowed it. He’d thought he was a good kid, one who’d grow up to be an alpha and take his rightful place in society, fathering children and raising a family.
The scientific community called it Spontaneous Evolution, but The Church of the One True Way had seen it for what it was - a sign of the End Times and harbinger of the Great Persecution. A deal had been made between the homosexuals and the devil to further validate their agenda and make it so that two males could reproduce - if reproduction was what one could call the abominations that were produced from such unions.
The scientific community explained it as nature’s answer to falling birth rates, essentially creating a new gender that could both sire and carry children to term. The Church of the One True Way knew better, though, and chose to remove themselves from society as much as possible, retreating into the wilds of one of the northwestern states, forming their own remote community to hide from the world and renouncing most technology.
“Lord bless the Alphas, the tall and strong. They protect your family on Earth, Oh Lord. Lord bless the Betas, the women who nurture and raise the children in your divine law and light, and curse the Omegas, those wretched few who have fallen from your favor and further the will of the Devil, Oh L-“
Jensen’s voice cracked on the familiar prayer and he broke down in sobs. Omega - the lowest of the low, and now he was one. It wasn’t fair - Jensen had always tried to be good, volunteering at the local clinic and at the church and tutoring the younger children and - well, he was a good person of faith. He shouldn’t - couldn’t - be an omega.
“Jensen?” The voice was familiar and soft, and when Jensen turned he recognized the face of Pastor Jones. His eyes widened - Jensen hadn’t expected anyone to be at the church until vespers. Pastor Jones was, like every other man in the commune, an Alpha. He’d always been kind to Jensen and grateful of Jensen’s volunteer work. Maybe Pastor Jones could help him. He tried to stand to greet the pastor, but he’d been kneeling too long and his legs refused to let him up without a struggle, and so he stayed where he was, staring at the pastor with terrified eyes and hoping, vainly, that the Man of God wouldn’t be able to tell what Jensen had done.
“My child, why are you here? Is something troubling - Oh, Jensen, no.”
Pastor Jones had come close enough to him now that the tell-tale scent of an omega in Heat must have hit him. His nostrils flared and he inhaled. Jensen felt his face flame red and he looked down at the wooden floor.
“Can - can you help me, Pastor Jones?” Jensen asked, holding onto hope with all his faith. After all, Jesus said that a man of faith could move a mountain with just a word, and Pastor Jones was nothing if not a man of faith. Perhaps Pastor Jones could turn him into an Alpha with a prayer. He was the pastor; perhaps God would be keener to hear his prayers than those of a sinful Omega.
“You let the demon Omega possess you?” The pastor looked down at Jensen with a combination of horror and disgust. “Why would you do that? Jensen, I always thought you were faithful. I had such hopes for you.”
“I am faithful,” Jensen said, his voice cracking and fresh tears spilling from his eyes. “I don’t understand. I didn’t say yes to this. I didn’t.”
“You must have, son. The demon Omega can’t possess you without permission. But I can see that you regret your decision. Come up front with me, let us pray. Perhaps we can yet set you on the correct path.” As he spoke, the pastor carded his fingers through Jensen’s hair in a comforting caress. Jensen leaned into the touch, craving that comfort.
This had to work. He forced himself to pull away from the pastor’s touch and stood despite the discomfort in his legs. Pastor Jones rested his hand on the small of Jensen’s back and together they walked to the front of the church, kneeling in front of the larger cross that was mounted on the wall. The pastor ran his hand up Jensen’s spine and left it resting on his shoulder. Jensen bowed his head and folded his hands together.
“Say the prayer,” Pastor Jones said, his voice close enough that his breath warmed Jensen’s ear.
“Lord bless the Alph-“ Jensen began, surprised to a stop when he felt the strong hand of the pastor grip him firmly by the back of the neck and force his head lower to the floor. His face hit the wooden floorboards; they were cold, scratchy. The aggressive touch of the Alpha caused his Heat to flare; a whimper escaped his lips.
“Say the prayer, Jensen,” the pastor repeated, turning so he could run his free hand down Jensen’s back, rucking the fabric of Jensen’s shirt up so he could trail his fingertips along the flesh that was now exposed.
“No!” Jensen tried to twist out from the pastor’s grip but the pastor held him fast, moving now so that he blanketed Jensen’s body with his own larger one. His face started to hurt where it pressed against the floor and he felt panic start to set in when the pastor rolled his hips against Jensen’s ass and - oh God! - Pastor Jones was definitely aroused.
“Say the prayer! I will hold you here until you say the prayer.” The pastor rolled his hips again, and again, and Jensen heard his breath grow ragged.
“Lord bless the - the Alphas, the t-tall and strong,” Jensen managed to stammer out. Behind him the pastor’s hips kept undulating. Jensen was ashamed, but there was a small part of him that was liking what the pastor was doing, wanted him to tear off his trousers and claim him like a proper Alpha should. No! “Lord, bless the betas, the women who - the women who -“
Jensen felt the pastor reach around and unbutton his trousers, and that was when he knew he had to stop this despite the Heat, despite the desperate aching want that had settled deep and violated his bones.
“No! Pastor Jones, what are you doing?” Jensen knew that pushing against the pastor wouldn’t work, so he went boneless, allowing his body to fall to the floor. It allowed him to roll out from under the Alpha, putting space between himself and the other man. The pastor looked wrecked. His own soft cotton trousers were undone, and while he hadn’t exposed himself completely, there was definitely a tell-tale bulge there.
“Why did you make me do that, Jensen?” The pastor’s voice was rough and accusatory. He stood up in a hurry, adjusting his clothes. “You - you can’t stay here. You’ve succumbed to the demon and nearly dragged me into Hell with you. Get out of here! Go! You are lucky I let you leave with the clothes you have on your back.”
“Where should I go?” Jensen breathed out the question quietly as he stumbled to his feet, his arms crossed over his chest as if to protect himself from whatever the answer might turn out to be.
“I don’t care. You are too far gone in Sin. I will let your parents know that you have been possessed by the Demon Omega and that you have left the community.”
Jensen left then, stumbling out of the church in a daze. His face still hurt and when he lifted a hand to the skin there it felt hot - well, hotter than the rest of him. The Heat was coursing through him furiously now and he felt lightheaded and unfocused. His hearing seemed dimmed and it seemed like there were bright lights sparking at the peripherals of his vision.
He felt like he was dreaming as he walked along the hard-packed dirt roads that led away from the commune. He passed the homes and buildings that were so familiar in a daze, knowing he’d never see them again. Perhaps he should wander off into the forest, get lost and just let himself starve to death. If nothing else, an Omega would probably make good food for the predators who lived there. He wondered if his family would miss him, or if they’d praise God that their demon-possessed son had left quietly, without the fuss that the other Omegas were wont to do.
Jensen walked and walked, and soon enough he knew he’d left the Church’s Community grounds when the compact dirt roads gave way to gravel, and then further still when the gravel became dull, gray asphalt. When the sun set Jensen kept walking, the full moon being a bit of a godsend (and wasn’t that kind of a funny word right about now). Finally his Heat-ravaged body couldn’t take another step, and he lay down next to the road, back by the trees on a bed of pine needles, and let sleep overtake him.
Jensen woke up the next morning absolutely parched. He tried to listen for the sound of running water - perhaps a stream or a river - but couldn’t hear anything over the sound of all the birds in the trees chirping out glory to God. Jensen scowled and kicked at the pine needles that had dug into his back and sides while he’d slept. He hadn’t eaten or drank any water the day before and he was hungry and thirsty and angrier than he felt he had any right to be.
The sun had just risen over the pine trees. Back home it would be time for morning prayers - a time to thank God for his blessing of a new day and eat breakfast with his family. Jensen sat up and drew his knees up under his chin, warding off the chill of the night that seemed to have settled into his bones despite how warm his skin felt. He blinked away the threat of tears and decided not to say his morning prayers. He felt rebellious and defiant and at the same time like a horrible person. He didn’t know what to do next and no answer was forthcoming.
He had nowhere to go. All of his friends and family were back in the community, and he couldn’t go back there. Jensen’s stomach rumbled out its displeasure at being unfed. Overhead, the sky was cloudy and the early morning was cool enough still to make him shiver.
The Heat was worse today. There was a constant buzzing in his head and he felt wet, down there and that was just uncomfortable. His skin was too tight. There was nothing for it though, so Jensen just started walking. Of course it only took an hour for it to start sprinkling, and an hour after that it was as if the skies themselves had opened up to rain their disapproval down on Jensen. He was shivering non-stop now. How far was it to a town, anyway? All Jensen could see on all sides were pine trees, followed by more pine trees. He didn’t even think he’d seen a speed limit sign. He knew the commune was remote, but hadn’t realized just how far out in the middle of nowhere they were. He lifted a hand to eyes - the rain was making them burn - and realized it wasn’t the just rain stinging his eyes.
It made sense. In just over twenty-four hours he’d gone from being an upstanding youth of the Church of the One True Way to being a lowly Omega. He’d lost his home and his family and his status. In the distance, he heard the roar of a truck and watched it as it grew bigger as it approached him. Jensen waited, watching it as it cruised down the road, and at the last minute he stepped out in front of it. God, he prayed, let it be quick.
It wasn’t. Time seemed to slow to a crawl and Jensen actually saw the eyes of the driver widen as he wrenched the wheel of the F-150 to the side to avoid hitting Jensen. Tires squealed on the wet pavement as the truck fishtailed around him, leaving him unharmed. He slumped, defeated, and unsure whether or not he was relieved.
“What the hell was that?” The driver of the truck had climbed out of his vehicle, and was obviously very angry at Jensen’s little stunt. Jensen turned to face his accuser. Words bubbled up in his chest, but none made it to his mouth much less to his lips. “Are you trying to get killed?”
Jensen opened his mouth and a sob escaped. He didn’t know whether to answer yes or no, because while he didn’t want to die but he didn’t want to go on, either.
“Oh my God, you were trying to get killed. How old are you? What’s your name? What are you doing out in the middle of nowhere? Are you hurt?”
All of the questions rolled over Jensen like a tidal wave and he didn’t know which one to answer first. The driver of the truck, a tall man with thick, dark hair, came closer and that was when the smell hit Jensen. Alpha. In that moment, Jensen wanted to sink to his knees and present himself. Jensen steeled himself as the alpha put his hands on Jensen’s shoulders. The man’s eyes met Jensen’s, and they gentled as they took in Jensen’s ragged appearance.
“Geez, you’re soaked to the bone. You look like a drowned rat. Come on, get in my truck and I’ll give you a ride to town. You have somewhere to go?”
“N-no,” Jensen managed to answer. “Nowhere to go.”
The man guided Jensen to his truck and helped him put on his seatbelt before closing the door. It was nice and warm in the cab of the truck, and Jensen was relieved to be out of the rain. The man circled around and climbed in behind the wheel.
“So, do you have a name? I’m Jared,” the man said.
“J-Jensen,” Jensen answered, shivering. Jared reached over and laid a palm across Jensen’s forehead.
“How old are you, Jensen? I might be wrong, but I think you’re in Heat. Are you an Omega?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Jensen snapped. “I just turned sixteen last month.”
“Where’s your family?”
“Don’t have one. Not anymore.”
Jared reached into the backseat and started rummaging around, finally pulling a blanket out and tossing it at Jensen. Jensen draped it around himself gratefully.
“Where are you going?” he asked as Jared finally put the truck into gear and started driving.
“Back to the city,” Jared answered. “I have classes on Monday. I was out here visiting my mother. I can drop you off at the hospital if you’d like. I’m pretty sure they have Social Services there, they can find you a place to stay.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Jensen said, letting his head rest against the window. He stared out at the rain as it ran in rivulets down the glass. He felt drowsy and warm, and strangely safe. The next thing he knew, he was asleep.
When Jensen next woke, the first thing he noticed was they were still driving and had left the forests of the Eastern side of the state behind. The rain had left off, although it had obviously passed here as well, judging from the dampness of the road. His clothes were still wet, but the blanket Jared had let him use cloaked him in warmth, and Jared also had the heater in the truck on, and so Jensen wasn’t shivering now. In fact he was almost cozy. He rolled his head over to look at Jared.
He was focused on his driving, his mouth moving slightly as he hummed quietly along with the radio. Jensen couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was. And an alpha, his mind unhelpfully supplied. A wave of pure want rolled over Jensen and his mind took a backseat to his desires. His cock hardened in his jeans and his eyes rolled back a little at the sensation of it straining against the damp fabric, and at this point Jensen didn’t really care if he fucked or got fucked, he just needed a little relief. Well, Jared was driving and Jensen was covered by a blanket. Using the cover to his advantage, Jensen reached down and pressed a palm against his erection, willing it to go down.
The pressure caused a chain reaction that Jensen hadn’t been expecting. His hips rolled and he groaned, desperate for friction, for anything, really.
“Hey, are you okay over there?” Jared’s head turned to look at his passenger.
“I-it’s the H-Heat,” Jensen stuttered. “I need - I need - I don’t know what I need. Please make it stop?”
“Oh, Jensen, are - are you touching yourself under that blanket? I know it’s gotta suck. I mean, I’ve never been in Heat before but my friend Chad is an Omega and he uses suppressants-“
Jared must have noticed how red Jensen’s face was turning because he stopped talking and pulled the truck over to the side of the highway.
This is it, Jensen thought. He’s gonna kick me out for being a pervert, for touching myself in front of him. God, I’m so stupid!
“Hey, it’s okay,” Jared said, almost as if he could read Jensen’s mind. “I know the Heat is bad. Actually, I’m a pre-med student and we were studying about Heats in bio. You’re covered by the blanket, why don’t you take care of it? It will make you feel better.”
Jensen shot Jared a suspicious glare, and Jared held both of his hands up in mock surrender. “No funny business, I swear. I’ll just drive and you can pretend I’m not even here. Look.” Here he reached into the back of the truck again (how much stuff did he have back there, anyway?) and retrieved an empty Burger King bag. He dug around inside of it and handed Jensen a bunch of clean, if rumpled, napkins. “If you need to take the edge off. No judging - no perving on my part. I just want to help, I swear.”
Jensen just nodded and accepted the napkins with wide eyes. The craziest thing about all this was that he was actually considering it - considering opening up his pants, taking his cock out and jacking it under the blanket while Jared drove them across the state to the city. And God, it felt good - wait, when had Jensen gone from just thinking about it to actually doing it? His hand fisted his cock furiously and right now the only thing that could possibly make it better would be if Jared were to reach over and take over instead. Jensen’s hips thrust up and he groaned as he spilled into his hand and the napkins that he’d used to catch his release.
Jared was speeding, now that Jensen was paying attention. His lower lip was pulled between his teeth and Jensen could tell he was aroused by the way his hips were canted forward in the seat, as if seeking their own release.
“There’s a rest stop just ahead,” Jared said with what sounded like relief. “I’m just going to pull in there and use the bathroom, ok? Hey, maybe they’ll have donuts and coffee? Do you drink coffee? I’ll bring you back something, you’re probably starving.”
As if on cue, Jensen‘s stomach growled loudly. He tucked himself back into his pants, ashamed. What would his parents think if they knew he’d masturbated in front of a complete stranger? What must God think of him? Jensen just nodded and let himself flop against the door, unsure of how he was expected to act now. Maybe he should just stay at the rest stop until he could find another ride? Worst case scenarios flitted through Jensen’s mind. As far as Alphas went, Jared was the pinnacle of self-control. Jensen knew that the Demon Omega knew how to seduce Alphas - it was why the pastor had done what he’d done yesterday, after all. It hadn’t been the pastor’s fault. No, that blame lay entirely with Jensen.
At the rest stop Jared took quite a long time in the restroom and when he came back, he handed Jensen a hand sanitizing wipe along with a paper cup full of orange juice and a chocolate donut. Jensen dove into both with gusto, and soon enough he was licking chocolate icing from his fingers
.
“Thanks,” Jensen said after he’d eaten. He was feeling better; the Heat had receded just a little thanks to his self-ministrations and his stomach was now full thanks to Jared’s generosity. “I can’t pay you back, you know. I will someday, though.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jared said with a smile, and for the first time Jensen noticed his dimples. He shouldn’t have noticed that because apparently dimples were enough to make the want come back with nearly full force. He groaned and forced himself to shut his eyes. The next thing he knew, he was asleep.
Sleep came and went for the rest of the drive, and every time he awoke Jared was there with fresh napkins for him to use. He wasn’t sure how many times he’d brought himself off but now he knew that it was affecting Jared and he felt kind of like a jerk for it. Each time he found himself fantasizing a little more about asking Jared to pull the truck over and take him in hand - or asking him to outright mount him on the side of the highway. He moaned low in his throat at that thought, coming yet again.
“J-Jared,” Jensen moaned as his cock pulsed out his release. Oh, no, Jensen thought. He hadn’t meant to moan Jared’s name.
“Yeah, Jensen?” Jared’s voice sounded a little strangled but to his credit, he sounded as if Jensen had just remarked upon the weather.
“I can’t go to Social Services like this,” he said finally. “Is - is there any way I could stay with you until my Heat is over? I promise I won’t get in your way, and - and you can f-fuck me, if you want.” Jensen flushed in embarrassment as the crude term left his lips - cursing was frowned upon in the commune, but Jensen was sure that if Jared did take him that it would be nothing like making love. They didn’t even know each other, and Jensen figured he was going to hell anyway. At this point, a curse word or two was not going to change his fate. If God was going to save him, He’d have stopped his Heat when Jensen had prayed for it.
Jared’s eyes widened and he glanced at Jensen, who felt small and scared in the passenger seat.
“Jensen, you’re sixteen. Even if I wanted to, I can’t fuck you. It’s against the law.”
“But I - I can’t go to-“
“No, I know you can’t. Look, I’ll take you back to my place, okay? We have maybe a half hour, unless traffic sucks.”
Traffic was bad, but before Jensen knew it he was being escorted into an average looking apartment on the outskirts of the city. He was feeling very overwhelmed; never in his life had he been surrounded by so much hustle and bustle and it was a relief to be inside after four hours in the cab of the truck with Jared.
“Do you want to take a shower?” Jared asked, and Jensen nodded. Jared led him to the bathroom, leaving him to shower, which felt amazing. When he was done he saw that Jared had left him some sweats and a sweatshirt to change into. They swamped him, but they were warm and dry and really, Jensen didn’t know how he was ever going to repay Jared back for his kindness. When Jensen came out of the bathroom, Jared was in the kitchen, making lunch. Was it really only a little after noon? Jensen felt like it had been the longest day ever. He pulled out a chair and sat down at Jared’s tiny dining room table, resting his head in his hand.
“How are you feeling?” Jared wanted to know, causing something to sizzle on the stove. It smelled delicious, and Jensen was hungry, but he couldn’t really think about food. He let his eyes settle on Jared, on the long stretch of his legs in the too-loose jeans and the equally loose v-neck T-shirt that hung to his hips. Jensen whimpered a little and felt himself grow slick again as he looked. He really, really didn’t mind if Jared wanted to fuck him through his Heat. Jared was gorgeous, and Jensen had the sudden mental image of himself on his back, his legs wrapped around those narrow hips as Jared drove himself deep inside Jensen.
“Hey, are you okay? You didn’t answer me?” Jared was in Jensen’s face then, his wide eyes concerned.
“What - what was the question?” Jensen wanted to know, because he couldn’t for the life of him remember what it was.
“I asked how you were feeling,” Jared answered, a small smile on his lips. “Hey, my older brother is a doctor, so I called him up and asked if you could take suppressants. Bad news is that it’s too late for this go-round, but I can definitely hook you up for next time if you wa-“
Jensen’s mind was buzzing and it felt like there were fire ants under his skin. Jared being that close with his Alpha scent was like a drug, and every nerve in his body was sending shockwaves of want to his crotch, to his cock which was rapidly hardening in the confines of the sweatpants and tenting them obscenely, and further back, to his hole that clenched even as it readied itself to be knotted. He stood up quickly enough to tip over the wooden chair and it clattered noisily to the ground. Jensen pressed himself up to Jared’s chest, and Jared’s arms immediately held him close even as Jensen could see the protest in his eyes.
“Kiss me,” he said, feeling a little silly. He couldn’t care about that though - he needed Jared’s lips on his, Jared’s tongue in his mouth. He needed to taste Jared, how else could he tell if Jared was a proper mate?
Jared growled and covered Jensen’s mouth with his own, his tongue snaking out and invading Jensen’s. Jensen moaned and tried to press closer still, and Jared’s hands were on his ass and then, oh, Jared was lifting Jensen up and setting him on the counter as if he were as light as a child. Jensen spread his legs and allowed Jared to press close between them, bringing them groin to groin even as Jared devoured Jensen’s mouth.
“Please,” Jensen found himself chanting in between fevered kisses. “Please.”
After what felt like forever, Jared pulled away with a groan. He lifted a hand and ran it through that thick, dark hair, and Jensen lifted his own hand, wanting to touch.
“Jensen, I - I can’t. I’m so sorry baby, I wish I could. I can help you out though.” Jared pulled away fully, leaving Jensen hard and wet and aching and not completely sensate.
“Wait,” Jensen panted as the room spun around him. The overhead light was spitting rainbows and they danced in his vision. “Please, don’t go.”
“I’ll be back in ten, maybe fifteen minutes. Maybe it would help if you lay down?”
Lying down sounded like an excellent idea, and so Jensen nodded. Lying down would make it easier for Jared to claim him when he got back. He knew being claimed by Jared would be a good thing - Jared didn’t seem to think anything less of Jensen because of his possession - if it was indeed possession. Jensen wasn’t so sure anymore. All he knew was that he needed Jared, claiming him, inside him. Jared would take care of him. Jared was kind and generous and beautiful. Jensen pushed himself off of the counter, having a little difficulty walking due to the state of his arousal, but he made it to the bedroom and immediately began removing his clothes. He climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over himself. The bed smelled like Jared, and Jensen sighed and waited for Jared to come back.
He didn’t have to wait too long. Jensen heard the front door open and close and then Jared was standing in the bedroom door with a black plastic bag in his hand. His eyes swept over Jensen hungrily and he held out the bag as if it contained the answers of the universe.
“I bought you something to help. Here.” Jared dropped the bag on the bed and practically ran out of the bedroom; it was only then that Jensen realized that he’d been stroking himself. Oh well, it wasn’t like Jared hadn’t seen him doing that already. He sat up and grabbed the bag, dumping the contents onto the comforter. Jensen immediately flushed red.
It was shaped like a cock, and made of silicone, packaged nicely in a sealed plastic container. At the base of it there was attached a small rubber hose and what looked like some kind of pump, not unlike the blood pressure cuff the nurse at the clinic used. Suddenly, it became clear by the bright yellow lettering.
Perfect for omegas in Heat! Natural looking penis with balls and an inflatable knot. Get knotted without getting knocked up!
Gods above and below, Jared expected him to use this? Jensen didn’t have the first clue where to even start, even if it did look enticing. He’d heard rumors - dirty little stories the kids told each other when their parents weren’t listening - about toys like this but he always thought they sounded ridiculous and could never see himself using them. Now, though, it didn’t seem so ridiculous and if Jared wouldn’t knot him…
He pulled at the plastic, finally using his teeth to tear open the package and hoping he didn’t damage them. The toy fell out and landed on the bed with an absurd little wiggle that had Jensen blushing yet again. He looked at it and looked down at himself. Where to even start? Frustrated, he grabbed the toy and stood up, stalking back to the living room and not caring that he was completely naked. His brain was swimming in hormones and the thought of modesty hadn’t even crossed his mind.
Jared was back in the kitchen, finishing up what he’d been cooking earlier when Jensen had distracted him. He turned when he heard Jensen walk into the room, a smile on his face that froze when he saw the state of Jensen’s undress.
“I- I don’t know how to use this,” Jensen admitted, staring at the floor and holding out the toy as if it were some sort of talisman. “I was hoping you could - hoping you would - could you help me? I’ve never-“
“Oh Jesus,” Jared breathed. “The prettiest Goddamn Omega literally stumbles in front of me and he’s a virgin? I’m going to hell, but yeah, I’ll help you, Jensen.”
Guilt flared low in Jensen’s belly, warring with the deliriousness of his Heat. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you do this. You don’t have to. The pastor - I made him, too. I’m sorry.”
Jensen turned on his heel and hurried back to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him and throwing himself on the bed. He was equal parts furious at himself and embarrassed. He should have known Jared would really want him - it was just his Omega curse after all.
Jensen didn’t lift his head when he heard the door open gently.
“Hey, Jensen, did your pastor do anything to you against your will? Is that why you left?”
Jensen turned to face Jared, who left the door open when he came in and sat down on the bed.
“No, nothing like that,” Jensen said, but a small voice in his mind shouted that it had almost been exactly like that. Jared reached out a hand and ran it gently down Jensen’s back, and the touch was so electric that Jensen squeezed his eyes shut and moaned, long and deep. Jared jerked his hand away, apologizing.
“No, don’t be sorry,” Jensen said. He blinked slowly as whatever it was Jared had just done to his back coursed through his body. He rolled over onto his back. “Felt good. More, please. You make it better.”
Jared exhaled a great, deep breath that he must have been holding and leaned over Jensen, who suddenly felt very small and naked next to Jared’s bulk. He had to be, what, twenty-two? Twenty-three? No wonder he was hesitant to touch Jensen. Jensen probably looked like a scrawny kid to him.
“You’re so damn pretty, Jensen,” Jared murmured as his lips touched Jensen’s, and then kissed him. It was a slow, lazy kiss that did nothing but make Jensen impatient for more - and then Jared gave it to him when his long fingers wrapped around his dick, tugging gently. Jensen gasped and thrust his hips up, completely undone. He felt his entire body shudder and he spilled, come dribbling out of the end of his cock onto his stomach.
The orgasm did nothing but ratchet the Heat up even higher. Yes, his cock was only half-hard now, but he needed more, needed to be filled.
“P-please,” he whimpered. Jared gave a small chuckle and let his fingers slide back behind his balls, finding his hole and the wetness there.
“Don’t even need to get you wet for me, do I, Jensen? You’re just begging to be filled. Want to take a knot, don’t you? I bet you’re desperate for it. Bet you’d let any alpha fuck you right about now, wouldn’t you? God, I can just picture you, ass up and face down on the sidewalk outside, taking all comers. Would you do that?”
Jensen’s body convulsed at the words spilling from Jared’s mouth. It was dirty, it was wrong, but the thought of it had Jensen moaning. Despite the fantasy, Jensen knew he would never actually do that, not in real life, and he wanted to tell Jared that.
“No, no,” he groaned. “Only - only you; I’d only let you knot me, Jared. Please. Please do it.” Jensen felt like he was close to tears, so badly did he want Jared to just take him, use him - fill him up with come and plug him with his knot.
Jared slipped one finger into the tight muscle of Jensen’s ass, inching it in slowly. Jensen’s mouth fell open and he opened his legs further. Yes. That was what he needed.
“More,” he demanded. “More, Jared, please.”
There was something sinful about lying next to Jared while he was fully clothed and Jensen was completely naked, with Jared’s fingers - two now - digging deep inside him, thrusting and wrigging and hitting a spot that built pressure with each pass, a little spark of pleasure that only added to the overall experience. Jared added a third finger, and now it burned a little, but only a little. Jensen was surprised (well, as much as he could be around the fogginess of his brain). He’d heard that homosexual sex was supposed to hurt more, just one more sign of its sinful nature - but then Alpha and Omega wasn’t technically homosexual if the scientists were to be believed, since Omegas were a sex unto themselves.
“You’re taking this so easy,” Jared murmured against the flushed skin of Jensen’s neck. “You sure you’re a virgin?”
Jensen was offended. He turned his head and bit Jared’s arm - hard.
“Ow!” Jared cried out in surprise and pain, but then laughed. “Okay, okay, I believe you.”
“Jared, please, if you’re not going to knot me, will you please - will you please use the t-toy?”
“Yes, of course I will, baby,” Jared said, and Jensen wasn’t sure if he resented being called baby or not. Jared slowly pulled his fingers out of Jensen and, although he definitely resented that, he kept his protests to a whimper. Jared took the toy and looked from it to Jensen and back again.
“Hold on,” he said. “I know you’re wet, but I want to make sure this doesn’t hurt you. You’re kind of, well, small.”
“Hurry,” Jensen managed, squirming on the bed, trying to resist the urge to plunge his own fingers into the emptiness between his legs. Jared reached over to his nightstand and retrieved a bottle of some sort of liquid, applying it liberally to the toy until it glistened with it. Then he lay down next to Jensen again, nudging his legs apart, as if Jensen needed any encouragement. Jared carefully positioned the toy at Jensen’s entrance before sliding it easily, yet slowly, in.
Jensen howled and his hips came up off the bed, hardening fully again in an instant. Jared moved to kneel between Jensen’s spread legs and plunged the toy in and out, and Jensen swore it moved deeper inside him with each plunge. Jensen wasn’t sure if he was speaking or sobbing - all he knew was that with each plunge in and drag out it literally tore the vocalizations from his body. Jared moved the toy skillfully, rubbing it over that one spot that built the pressure, increased the pleasure with each stroke inward, until Jensen was sure he was about to explode. And then, he did, his balls tightening and shooting his release far enough up his body that he felt it land on his lips and run into his mouth. He heard Jared quickly inflate the knot on the toy so that it pressed snugly against that spot, which fueled another spurt of release to struggle its way out of his spent cock.
And then, Jensen’s world went still. The chaos that had been circling in his mind like leaves in an autumn gale subsided and he blinked, once, twice, three times and sucked in a deep breath. This - this wasn’t him. This wanton slut lying fucked out on a near-stranger’s bed with a toy stuffed up his ass. This wasn’t him! No wonder they called it the demon Omega - he was most certainly possessed!
He grabbed for the comforter, using it to hide his shameful nakedness and he rolled his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut so he wouldn’t have to look at Jared and two tears squeezed out from under his eyelids.
“Hey, Jensen, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Oh God, are you okay?” Jared sounded near-panicked, but Jensen couldn’t bring himself to respond.
“Lord bless the Alphas,” he prayed. “They protect your family on Earth, Oh Lord. Lord bless the Betas, the women who nurture and raise the children in your divine law and light, and curse the Omegas, those wretched few who have fallen from your favor and further the will of the Devil, Oh L-“
“Hey, Jensen, no,” Jared breathed, his voice close and his breath warming Jensen’s ear. “You’re from that Alpha/Beta cult, aren’t you? The Church of the One Way Street or something like that.”
Jensen opened one eye and stopped praying.
“Church of the One Way Street?” He couldn’t help the small smile that curled up one side of his mouth. “Really? No, you dolt, it’s The Church of the One True Way, and yes - I am, actually. They kicked me out when they realized I was Omega and - and maybe they were right to do so. I’m so sorry, Jared.” Jensen pushed himself into a sitting position, gasping as it jostled the toy inside of him. A tendril of heat coiled in his belly, threatening to rise up again and Jensen scooted backwards until his back was resting against the headboard.
“What on Earth are you sorry for, Jensen?” Jared wanted to know.
“For making you do this; for making you help me.”
“Jensen,” Jared sighed. “You didn’t make me do anything. Believe it or not, I’m still in control of my actions. If I weren’t, I’d have pulled my truck over when you started touching yourself and put my mouth on your cock until you gave me something to swallow.”
Jensen’s eyes widened. “You’d- you’d want to do that?”
“Jensen,” Jared said, looking serious. “I’ll do whatever you want me do except knot you - I can’t - I can’t claim a sixteen year old as my mate. Do you know what the state would do to me? I’d end up in jail and you end up in Social Services.”
“I- I don’t want to go to Social Services,” Jensen admitted, surprised when Jared pulled him close into the circle of his arms.
“You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to, Jen,” Jared said, and Jensen felt a flare of affection at the nickname.
“I want to stay with you,” Jensen said, burying his face in Jared’s neck. “Can I? Can I stay with you?”
“Of course you can,” Jared said, tightening his grip as if he’d already claimed Jensen as his own. “We’ll make it work, I promise.”
And for the first time since this thing had started, Jensen felt safe.
Part II can be found here: The Devil Don't Live Here: Redux (aka Jared's POV)