The Chase

New 'Friends'

"I'm going to circle around. Do some face time so that Michael doesn't bitch." Gabriel said, shaking out his wings, all three pairs of them reddish gold and glittering like captured, compressed galaxies. Castiel admired but felt no envy toward them. All archangel's wings were a thing of true beauty, and Gabriel's own were no exception to this. Feathers of spun golden dust and heated light looked liquid as they were stretched out to their full capacity.

"Be gentle with them. Michael will be displeased if you make any more alphas cry." Castiel reprimanded lightly, more involved with his reading that actually caring. In his opinion, the alphas got what they deserved if they chose to tempt fate and court disaster, i.e. a bored Gabriel.

"I'll try to keep that in mind but they make it so damn easy." Gabriel teased, laughing his farewell as he took off with speeds that were blinding even to other angels.

Castiel was thinking about switching to another book, not feeling in the mood for a romantic comedy anymore not matter how engaging it was, when a ruffle of feathers announced the presence of an angel landing near him. It surprised Castiel that Gabriel was done with his antics already but not enough to make him look up. The cool nose pressed up to the arch of his neck did though as another angel was suddenly very much intruding upon his personal space, one that was not his brother if the scents of tart apples, pines, and baking spices beginning to overwhelm Castiel were any indication.

Startled and confused, Castiel shuffled back, his back soon hitting a marble wall, his wings and eyes going wide. Green eyes stared back at him with barely contained amusement, the other angel grinning at his awkward response. His own wings were up and out at his sides as well, to better show off his plumage of black wings with gold streaked into the wide array. It took a moment but Castiel soon realized not only was he being flirted with, but he was also being propositioned as well, the other angel definitely an alpha and definitely interested in him, his sweet. The spicy musk wafted off of his feathers, trying to entice the omega closer, close enough to be caught and mounted.

As tantalizing an offer as that was, Castiel made himself not react, growing still. This happened from time to time, an alpha catching wind of him, following his pheromone scent here. Castiel knew what to do to end this farce between them as he turned his back to the alpha and showed him his wings, the pure dark repelling shade of them. It would be enough to send the alpha running and stop wasting both of their time.

So Castiel was astounded and thrown off entirely from current events when hands sunk themselves deep into his downy plumes where feathered wing melded into smooth flesh. He was abruptly pulled back against a solid muscular body, the alpha pressing his nose back to Castiel's throat, breathing him in deeply.

"Awesome." the alpha angel purred in deep warm tones thick enough with want and lust that it made Castiel shiver in immediate response. Even more so when a wet stripe was licked up his neck to his jaw with a hot tongue. Castiel was drowning in the smells of hot apple pie and deep woods, feeling an unfamiliar wetness begin forming between his legs to drip down his thighs. The alpha must have noticed it too, his roughened hands slinking down lower to grip at Castiel's hips, holding the seraph firmly against a hardening length of impressive size.

Despite the near overwhelming urge to just let himself be taken, just once be bent over and positioned on his hands and knees, Castiel dug into the last reserve of his control and responded by beating his wings, hard, hitting the other angel in the sides and face with the blunt of his wings. An angel's wings were some of their finest weapons with abilities to bludgeon with width or slice finely with feathers that could turn from soft to steel with a flicker of Grace and will.

Castiel didn't really want to fight the alpha, would rather surrender to him, but had enough sense to know that both of them would regret it later. Though it was rare, some matings were ill fated and unfit to maintain for either angel. Angels from broken bonds seldom found mates again, their Graces marred or warped beyond repair for some reason, and as cursed as Castiel felt sometimes, he did not want to be among those broken angels. To his surprise though, the alpha backed off, raising his hands up in defense and pacification as he guarded himself with his own wings, the feathers fanned wide to shield him.

"What the hell is your problem?" the other angel asked with a sparking glare, his Grace making his beautiful eyes a distinct shade of glittering emerald.

"What do you think you are doing?" Castiel shot back, hiding himself once again in shadow, his wings curled about him protectively, flight feather sharp and pointed outward.

"Damn, I thought that was obvious." the angel went from angered to embarrassed quickly, rubbing the back of his neck with a fairly human gesture as his wings grew slack with it, folding back neatly on themselves. "Claiming you, or at least trying to. It's my first Chase and...."

"Obviously." Castiel interrupted bluntly, waving all that off as he deemed it unimportant as he let his own wings relax and drop. "Why?"

AN

I really like this concept, what do you think?