SPN: Who's the Alpha Here?
Title: Who's The Alpha Here?
Author: chef_geekier
Pairing(s): Alpha!Chuck/omega!Lucifer
Rating: R
Word count: ~2,100
Genre: Alpha/omega pwp
Warnings/Kinks: Heat-sex, topping from the bottom, a bit of violence near the start.
Summary: Chuck really should have been mated years ago, but he's not your typical Alpha. Luckily for him, Lucifer's not exactly a typical omega.
A/N: nicole_sill challenged me to write a fic where the omega was topping from the bottom. The Box of Random Names gave me this pairing. And I'm using this for my homebrewbingo card, prompt Topping From the Bottom.
Chuck slowly made his way through the hall, wishing that he could be anywhere else. He hated these meetings, where unattached Alphas, betas and omegas went trying to find a mate. The sad fact, though, was that he was nearly forty and still unmated. No one was ever going to take him seriously if he couldn't keep a mate interested. It wasn't his fault that he found his imagined worlds more interesting than this one. Hell, he'd recently stumbled upon the idea of a world without Alphas or any of the others, simply men and women who had sex to create children.
Strange, he knew, but his publisher thought that the idea had a lot of potential.
With difficulty, he dragged his attention back to the room around him. The omegas were all so shy, so subservient, so desperate for attention, that Chuck found himself automatically backing away whenever one tried baring their throat. While he knew that if he wanted a child he should probably try to win over an omega, he just couldn't see their personalities meshing.
Which left a beta. He watched as the betas moved through the crowd easily, all charming and flirty, all such capable beings. There were a few he liked the look of, and even one he approached.
“Wotcha,” the golden-eyed man grinned easily, calming Chuck's nerves with a mere glance. “Damn you're tense. You gotta unwind a bit. Find yourself a quick fuck, then get back to the business of life-long mates.”
“I, uh,” Chuck stumbled, back to being nervous. He just couldn't get the hang of this small talk thing. “Sorry.”
“Dude,” the guy laughed, “don't apologise to me! You sure you're an Alpha?” Before Chuck could formulate a response, a rough-looking Alpha stepped up behind the beta and wrapped his arms around him.
“Gabriel, are you teasing again?”
“Of course I am, oh Alpha of mine!” The beta - Gabriel, apparently - wasn't even slightly put out by the way his Alpha was nearly growling. “Take me home and punish me?”
“Smart-ass,” the Alpha did growl that time, and swatted Gabriel on the backside before dragging him away, paying no attention to Chuck.
“Well, that went well,” Chuck muttered to himself. He turned and wandered again, growing more and more hopeless by the minute.
Until, that is, he reached the back of the hall where there were several alcoves and rooms for couples to get to know each other a little better with some privacy. There was the usual scent of arousal and release here, but underneath he could smell just the faintest bit of... anger, and pain. Someone was being hurt.
He didn't stop to think, just followed the scent, knowing he needed to help. Once he rounded one pillar, he saw what was going on, and couldn't help the instinctive growl that rose up.
There was an omega against the wall, half-collapsed, and the slight tang in the air meant that he was injured. The Alpha next to him was only a little bigger than Chuck, but had his fist raised to strike another blow to the omega.
With little other option, Chuck stepped forward and grabbed the Alpha's upraised arm, drawing attention to himself.
“Hey, cut that out,” he spoke softly but firmly. “There's no call for that.”
“Butt out,” the Alpha glared, but Chuck shook his head. He was definitely afraid - he wasn't a fighter by any stretch - but he wasn't backing down.
“No. Omegas are to be valued, not mistreated. Now, you're going to step back and take a breath. Calm yourself.”
“Like Hell I am!” The Alpha turned on Chuck, who reluctantly raised his hands in a defensive manoeuvre, only to end up blinking in surprise.
The omega had unfolded gracefully and punched the Alpha in the side of the head, sending him sprawling backwards. Now that Chuck could get a look at him, the omega was enormous - taller than many Alphas - and broad across the shoulders, with a few days worth of stubble, dirty blonde hair, and light blue eyes. He was attractive in a rough sort of way, and if it weren't for the faint scent that said otherwise, Chuck would have pinned him for an Alpha, possibly even a pack leader.
Then those eyes turned on him, as the other Alpha grumbled and retreated, and Chuck immediately felt wary.
“You didn't have to do that. I would have fought him off.”
The voice wasn't as deep or rough as Chuck had expected. It was actually rather pleasant to listen to, and it took a moment for him to realise that he was being lightly reprimanded.
“I, ah, that is... I didn't know that,” Chuck managed to get the words out eventually. “You smelled hurt, and he was angry, and I just... I didn't want you to be hurt.”
“You could smell that?” The omega's stance changed slightly, and it was only now that Chuck realised they'd both been tense before. “Most can't smell emotions that well.”
“Yeah, I've always been weird,” Chuck shrugged, letting out a self-deprecating laugh. “My sense of smell is stronger than most. Hearing and sight, too. But as you can see... I'm not much of a fighter. Hardly Alpha material.”
“Hmm,” the omega hummed, though in agreement or not he wasn't sure. “My name is Lucifer.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah! I-I'm Chuck.” He shook the outstretched hand, and gasped at the spark that ran through him. Lucifer's eyes widened as well, seeming disturbed. “Shit. You really shouldn't be here like this!”
“Like what?”
“You're about to go into heat,” Chuck started glancing around, seeing if any other Alphas were headed their way. “You can't go into heat here, you'll set off a riot! Everyone'll be clamouring to get a piece of you!”
“I'm not due yet,” Lucifer withdrew his hand, wrapping both arms around his middle. “I came here to find... well, to find an Alpha to get me through the heat. It's not meant to hit until Sunday.”
“Maybe not, but it's about to hit hard,” Chuck trembled, forcing himself to ignore the fact that he was getting steadily more turned on as Lucifer's pheromones changed, calling out to him. “You gotta leave.”
Lucifer nodded once and took a step back. He then paused and tilted his head to one side, looking like he was weighing up Chuck.
“Come with me?”
A million reasons why he shouldn't flew through Chuck's head. He couldn't be a strong Alpha, he didn't have a proper income to take care of an omega, he wasn't ready for the child that would surely result from mating while Lucifer was in heat.
When Lucifer held out his hand though, Chuck took it. He was already powerless before the omega's wishes.
~*~
Despite Chuck's offer to go to Lucifer's home, they were headed back to Chuck's house. The closer they got, the more he could smell the hormones coming off of the omega, and it grew more and more difficult to walk with the way his body reacted. He wasn't sure if he'd ever been this hard in his life.
Finally they were on the doorstep, Chuck fumbling with his keys as he tried to get the blasted door open. It didn't help that Lucifer was pressed up against his back, rubbing against him until their scent was unmistakeably intertwined.
“Lucifer, that's... really...” Chuck ground out as he finally managed to get the right key into the lock.
“Distracting?” Lucifer asked, right in his ear. “Good. Because I'm so desperate for your knot right now that I can barely think of anything else.”
“Fuck.” Chuck shoved the door open, ripping the key back out as he did so. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground with Lucifer straddling his hips, kissing him as though their lives depended on it.
Well, if his heat had struck properly, that was probably what it felt like for Lucifer.
Chuck had just enough presence of mind to kick the door shut and pull away for a few seconds. Lucifer's eyes were wide, pupils dilated, sweat forming all over him. Yep, definitely in heat.
“C'mon,” he gently coaxed with what remained of his sanity. “Let's get to bed. That'll be much more comfortable for when we're knotted.”
His only answer was a low growl as Lucifer started pawing at his clothes.
“Okay, maybe not,” Chuck admitted when he got another whiff of Lucifer's scent. He reached up and started actively helping to get undressed, sighing in relief when his hard cock was finally free from its confines. Alpha side starting to come forward, Chuck tried to flip Lucifer onto his back - but the omega was having none of it.
Before Chuck realised what was happening, he was on his back again, Lucifer straddling his hips as they kissed almost frantically. Realising that even though he was omega, Lucifer wasn't going to let himself be dominated, Chuck gave up trying to move and instead reached down to the man's wet hole, easily sliding a finger inside of him.
Lucifer tore his lips away and threw his head back, gasping as he humped back against the intrusion. It was a simple matter for Chuck to insert a second finger, the omega was in heat, aroused, and clearly no virgin. Things were a little tighter for the third finger, so Chuck held still while Lucifer continued to fuck himself on the Alpha's fingers.
That probably shouldn't have been quite as hot as Chuck found it.
Nevertheless, Chuck was panting in time with Lucifer, imagining this strong, proud omega riding him and taking his knot. While he'd always been more open-minded than many of his fellow Alphas, Chuck was particularly honoured that he'd been chosen for this. He refused to let himself consider that few other Alphas would allow themselves to be dominated like this.
“Enough,” Lucifer growled, shoving himself forward and away from Chuck's fingers. “Knot. Now.”
Unable and unwilling to deny such a demand, Chuck grabbed the base of his cock with one hand while the other caressed Lucifer's hip. The omega pushed himself back, body opening up as he sank steadily down until Chuck was fully sheathed in him.
Every other time Chuck had hooked up with someone, however briefly, there had always been a pause between the initial slide and the actual fucking. Lucifer, however, just kept moving. His hips rose up and down, slowly at first but with increasing tempo, until the previously reserved omega was snarling out his pleasure. Not about to complain, Chuck planted his feet on the floor and took hold of Lucifer's waist, fucking up into the welcoming body above him. When Lucifer's rhythm started to falter, Chuck wrapped a hand around his neglected cock and pumped it a few times, watching with wide eyes as the omega threw his head back and howled as he came, clenching hard around the cock still moving inside of him.
With the final release of pheromones into the air, Chuck lost his final shreds of control and fucked up hard into Lucifer. The omega was clearly happy with this idea, doing his best to thrust down even as he came back from the high of his orgasm. Within a few thrusts, Chuck felt as his knot started to swell and it became harder to pull out of the warm channel. Instead he tightened his hold on Lucifer's hips and pulled him down, grinding his hips against the omega's ass.
To his surprise, Lucifer dropped forward and started sucking marks into his neck, making happy little noises as he ground back down against Chuck. Before long, and at the feel of a particularly sharp bite, Chuck's own orgasm came crashing over him, his seed spurting up and marking Lucifer as his own. He couldn't hear anything over the roar of his pulse in his ears, until it calmed enough for him to hear what Lucifer was whispering in his ear.
“That's it, fill me up with your come, make me your little omega bitch. Gonna claim me good and proper, give me cubs, give me a pack, be mine.”
Chuck's pretty sure he can't be blamed for passing out, just a little.
~*~
When Chuck opened his eyes, it was to the feeling of Lucifer riding him again, the scent of his heat still strong. Clearly he wasn't pregnant yet, wasn't officially Chuck's mate.
“Should we...” Chuck stopped to cough a little, surprised at how dry his voice was. “Maybe we should head upstairs? My bed would be comfier.”
Lucifer paused and looked down at him, then shook his head.
“Next round.”
Chuck just shrugged and let the omega manhandle him into whatever position he wanted. It was already clear who wore the pants in this mating, and Chuck was insanely pleased that it wasn't him.
Author: chef_geekier
Pairing(s): Alpha!Chuck/omega!Lucifer
Rating: R
Word count: ~2,100
Genre: Alpha/omega pwp
Warnings/Kinks: Heat-sex, topping from the bottom, a bit of violence near the start.
Summary: Chuck really should have been mated years ago, but he's not your typical Alpha. Luckily for him, Lucifer's not exactly a typical omega.
A/N: nicole_sill challenged me to write a fic where the omega was topping from the bottom. The Box of Random Names gave me this pairing. And I'm using this for my homebrewbingo card, prompt Topping From the Bottom.
Chuck slowly made his way through the hall, wishing that he could be anywhere else. He hated these meetings, where unattached Alphas, betas and omegas went trying to find a mate. The sad fact, though, was that he was nearly forty and still unmated. No one was ever going to take him seriously if he couldn't keep a mate interested. It wasn't his fault that he found his imagined worlds more interesting than this one. Hell, he'd recently stumbled upon the idea of a world without Alphas or any of the others, simply men and women who had sex to create children.
Strange, he knew, but his publisher thought that the idea had a lot of potential.
With difficulty, he dragged his attention back to the room around him. The omegas were all so shy, so subservient, so desperate for attention, that Chuck found himself automatically backing away whenever one tried baring their throat. While he knew that if he wanted a child he should probably try to win over an omega, he just couldn't see their personalities meshing.
Which left a beta. He watched as the betas moved through the crowd easily, all charming and flirty, all such capable beings. There were a few he liked the look of, and even one he approached.
“Wotcha,” the golden-eyed man grinned easily, calming Chuck's nerves with a mere glance. “Damn you're tense. You gotta unwind a bit. Find yourself a quick fuck, then get back to the business of life-long mates.”
“I, uh,” Chuck stumbled, back to being nervous. He just couldn't get the hang of this small talk thing. “Sorry.”
“Dude,” the guy laughed, “don't apologise to me! You sure you're an Alpha?” Before Chuck could formulate a response, a rough-looking Alpha stepped up behind the beta and wrapped his arms around him.
“Gabriel, are you teasing again?”
“Of course I am, oh Alpha of mine!” The beta - Gabriel, apparently - wasn't even slightly put out by the way his Alpha was nearly growling. “Take me home and punish me?”
“Smart-ass,” the Alpha did growl that time, and swatted Gabriel on the backside before dragging him away, paying no attention to Chuck.
“Well, that went well,” Chuck muttered to himself. He turned and wandered again, growing more and more hopeless by the minute.
Until, that is, he reached the back of the hall where there were several alcoves and rooms for couples to get to know each other a little better with some privacy. There was the usual scent of arousal and release here, but underneath he could smell just the faintest bit of... anger, and pain. Someone was being hurt.
He didn't stop to think, just followed the scent, knowing he needed to help. Once he rounded one pillar, he saw what was going on, and couldn't help the instinctive growl that rose up.
There was an omega against the wall, half-collapsed, and the slight tang in the air meant that he was injured. The Alpha next to him was only a little bigger than Chuck, but had his fist raised to strike another blow to the omega.
With little other option, Chuck stepped forward and grabbed the Alpha's upraised arm, drawing attention to himself.
“Hey, cut that out,” he spoke softly but firmly. “There's no call for that.”
“Butt out,” the Alpha glared, but Chuck shook his head. He was definitely afraid - he wasn't a fighter by any stretch - but he wasn't backing down.
“No. Omegas are to be valued, not mistreated. Now, you're going to step back and take a breath. Calm yourself.”
“Like Hell I am!” The Alpha turned on Chuck, who reluctantly raised his hands in a defensive manoeuvre, only to end up blinking in surprise.
The omega had unfolded gracefully and punched the Alpha in the side of the head, sending him sprawling backwards. Now that Chuck could get a look at him, the omega was enormous - taller than many Alphas - and broad across the shoulders, with a few days worth of stubble, dirty blonde hair, and light blue eyes. He was attractive in a rough sort of way, and if it weren't for the faint scent that said otherwise, Chuck would have pinned him for an Alpha, possibly even a pack leader.
Then those eyes turned on him, as the other Alpha grumbled and retreated, and Chuck immediately felt wary.
“You didn't have to do that. I would have fought him off.”
The voice wasn't as deep or rough as Chuck had expected. It was actually rather pleasant to listen to, and it took a moment for him to realise that he was being lightly reprimanded.
“I, ah, that is... I didn't know that,” Chuck managed to get the words out eventually. “You smelled hurt, and he was angry, and I just... I didn't want you to be hurt.”
“You could smell that?” The omega's stance changed slightly, and it was only now that Chuck realised they'd both been tense before. “Most can't smell emotions that well.”
“Yeah, I've always been weird,” Chuck shrugged, letting out a self-deprecating laugh. “My sense of smell is stronger than most. Hearing and sight, too. But as you can see... I'm not much of a fighter. Hardly Alpha material.”
“Hmm,” the omega hummed, though in agreement or not he wasn't sure. “My name is Lucifer.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah! I-I'm Chuck.” He shook the outstretched hand, and gasped at the spark that ran through him. Lucifer's eyes widened as well, seeming disturbed. “Shit. You really shouldn't be here like this!”
“Like what?”
“You're about to go into heat,” Chuck started glancing around, seeing if any other Alphas were headed their way. “You can't go into heat here, you'll set off a riot! Everyone'll be clamouring to get a piece of you!”
“I'm not due yet,” Lucifer withdrew his hand, wrapping both arms around his middle. “I came here to find... well, to find an Alpha to get me through the heat. It's not meant to hit until Sunday.”
“Maybe not, but it's about to hit hard,” Chuck trembled, forcing himself to ignore the fact that he was getting steadily more turned on as Lucifer's pheromones changed, calling out to him. “You gotta leave.”
Lucifer nodded once and took a step back. He then paused and tilted his head to one side, looking like he was weighing up Chuck.
“Come with me?”
A million reasons why he shouldn't flew through Chuck's head. He couldn't be a strong Alpha, he didn't have a proper income to take care of an omega, he wasn't ready for the child that would surely result from mating while Lucifer was in heat.
When Lucifer held out his hand though, Chuck took it. He was already powerless before the omega's wishes.
~*~
Despite Chuck's offer to go to Lucifer's home, they were headed back to Chuck's house. The closer they got, the more he could smell the hormones coming off of the omega, and it grew more and more difficult to walk with the way his body reacted. He wasn't sure if he'd ever been this hard in his life.
Finally they were on the doorstep, Chuck fumbling with his keys as he tried to get the blasted door open. It didn't help that Lucifer was pressed up against his back, rubbing against him until their scent was unmistakeably intertwined.
“Lucifer, that's... really...” Chuck ground out as he finally managed to get the right key into the lock.
“Distracting?” Lucifer asked, right in his ear. “Good. Because I'm so desperate for your knot right now that I can barely think of anything else.”
“Fuck.” Chuck shoved the door open, ripping the key back out as he did so. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground with Lucifer straddling his hips, kissing him as though their lives depended on it.
Well, if his heat had struck properly, that was probably what it felt like for Lucifer.
Chuck had just enough presence of mind to kick the door shut and pull away for a few seconds. Lucifer's eyes were wide, pupils dilated, sweat forming all over him. Yep, definitely in heat.
“C'mon,” he gently coaxed with what remained of his sanity. “Let's get to bed. That'll be much more comfortable for when we're knotted.”
His only answer was a low growl as Lucifer started pawing at his clothes.
“Okay, maybe not,” Chuck admitted when he got another whiff of Lucifer's scent. He reached up and started actively helping to get undressed, sighing in relief when his hard cock was finally free from its confines. Alpha side starting to come forward, Chuck tried to flip Lucifer onto his back - but the omega was having none of it.
Before Chuck realised what was happening, he was on his back again, Lucifer straddling his hips as they kissed almost frantically. Realising that even though he was omega, Lucifer wasn't going to let himself be dominated, Chuck gave up trying to move and instead reached down to the man's wet hole, easily sliding a finger inside of him.
Lucifer tore his lips away and threw his head back, gasping as he humped back against the intrusion. It was a simple matter for Chuck to insert a second finger, the omega was in heat, aroused, and clearly no virgin. Things were a little tighter for the third finger, so Chuck held still while Lucifer continued to fuck himself on the Alpha's fingers.
That probably shouldn't have been quite as hot as Chuck found it.
Nevertheless, Chuck was panting in time with Lucifer, imagining this strong, proud omega riding him and taking his knot. While he'd always been more open-minded than many of his fellow Alphas, Chuck was particularly honoured that he'd been chosen for this. He refused to let himself consider that few other Alphas would allow themselves to be dominated like this.
“Enough,” Lucifer growled, shoving himself forward and away from Chuck's fingers. “Knot. Now.”
Unable and unwilling to deny such a demand, Chuck grabbed the base of his cock with one hand while the other caressed Lucifer's hip. The omega pushed himself back, body opening up as he sank steadily down until Chuck was fully sheathed in him.
Every other time Chuck had hooked up with someone, however briefly, there had always been a pause between the initial slide and the actual fucking. Lucifer, however, just kept moving. His hips rose up and down, slowly at first but with increasing tempo, until the previously reserved omega was snarling out his pleasure. Not about to complain, Chuck planted his feet on the floor and took hold of Lucifer's waist, fucking up into the welcoming body above him. When Lucifer's rhythm started to falter, Chuck wrapped a hand around his neglected cock and pumped it a few times, watching with wide eyes as the omega threw his head back and howled as he came, clenching hard around the cock still moving inside of him.
With the final release of pheromones into the air, Chuck lost his final shreds of control and fucked up hard into Lucifer. The omega was clearly happy with this idea, doing his best to thrust down even as he came back from the high of his orgasm. Within a few thrusts, Chuck felt as his knot started to swell and it became harder to pull out of the warm channel. Instead he tightened his hold on Lucifer's hips and pulled him down, grinding his hips against the omega's ass.
To his surprise, Lucifer dropped forward and started sucking marks into his neck, making happy little noises as he ground back down against Chuck. Before long, and at the feel of a particularly sharp bite, Chuck's own orgasm came crashing over him, his seed spurting up and marking Lucifer as his own. He couldn't hear anything over the roar of his pulse in his ears, until it calmed enough for him to hear what Lucifer was whispering in his ear.
“That's it, fill me up with your come, make me your little omega bitch. Gonna claim me good and proper, give me cubs, give me a pack, be mine.”
Chuck's pretty sure he can't be blamed for passing out, just a little.
~*~
When Chuck opened his eyes, it was to the feeling of Lucifer riding him again, the scent of his heat still strong. Clearly he wasn't pregnant yet, wasn't officially Chuck's mate.
“Should we...” Chuck stopped to cough a little, surprised at how dry his voice was. “Maybe we should head upstairs? My bed would be comfier.”
Lucifer paused and looked down at him, then shook his head.
“Next round.”
Chuck just shrugged and let the omega manhandle him into whatever position he wanted. It was already clear who wore the pants in this mating, and Chuck was insanely pleased that it wasn't him.