fromfryingpantofire | Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life? (ABO)

Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life? (ABO)

Sam had always known that his life would never properly be his own. As a prince of the Winchester kingdom, his life belonged to the people. Every bit of his strength, every ounce of intelligence, everything that he was needed to be bent toward the best for those that he would lead.

Just because Sam was the second son didn't mean for a moment that his service would be less called upon. Something that became more clear as he grew up and it became clear that Sam would always be the most diplomatic of King John's three sons, someone that Dean would need very much as they both grew older.

As such, Sam had also always known that he would never marry for love. He was a highly eligible Alpha and he would be matched with a suitable Omega from a nearby kingdom. All for the good of the kingdom.

The news that it had already been decided, however, still takes Sam by surprise. It came only a few months after John's death, when the Celestial kingdom sent a new ambassador to take up the recently vacated post, along with the news that the wedding preparations were to start as soon as possible.

It still took nearly a year to set up and now Sam stands at the altar, nervous and waiting to set eyes on the Omega he's to marry for the first time in either of their lives.

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To be quite honest, Gadreel hadn't expected a proper mating gift and he looks up, surprised. "I am.. sure it will be wonderful." Never mind that Sam has already given him a gift, allowing him to express himself freely.

Gabriel might already have a couple of extra horses added to the Winchester stables, but he's never going to just own up to it. Where's the fun in that? He also bribes the stable hands well enough to hold their tongues on where such a fine pair of matching horses came from aside from 'a benefactor who wishes to remain anonymous'.

"If it is permitted, I could help? I can serve as interpreter, or perhaps your eyes and ears." Omegas can be easily disregarded, seen as invisible, a skill that has served Gadreel well over the years.

Which would be a lovely mating gift from Gabriel (and Sam would probably figure out where the horses had come from). But it would make things difficult for Sam, trying to figure out a different gift for Gadreel.

"There is still some time, though. Mating gifts in Winchester aren't given until after the first heat, when mating properly happens and is considered the consummation of the marriage." Which is another reason why he hadn't bitten Gadreel in the ceremony. The bite wouldn't have taken and would only have caused Gadreel unnecessary pain.

He smiles again, raising Gadreel's hand to his lips a second time. "I would appreciate it, honestly. Most countries bring their own interpreters, but it would be good to have somebody else there who knows the language and can be certain that's what's being said." And also, yes, many countries dismissed Omegas out of hand. "Never anything that would put you in danger, but another pair of eyes and ears would never go amiss."

It wouldn't be a gift from Gabriel if it didn't come without some manner of complication to make Sam's life interesting. While he considered it a compliment, it simply made most people believe the Prince to be a pain in the ass.

First heat. Gadreel swallows. They had timed the ceremony to give him only a few short weeks before it would come and he would have to submit to the Alpha completely. But perhaps with Sam it wouldn't be quite as bad as he'd initially feared?

A small smile. "Gabriel made certain I was trained in riding, hunting and in combat. I would be able to defend myself." It would help, to be of some use to Sam and his people rather than simply an Omega to be bred and then shut away when his duty was done.

Though he hasn't known the ambassador from the Celestial Kingdom for long, Sam likes him. He's become a good friend and Sam enjoys his company. But he can certainly be a pain in the ass and this would only be proof of it.

"All very good things to be trained in," Sam agrees, rubbing his thumb over Gadreel's knuckles. "Though I can hope that you will never have occasion to use your combat training. Riding and hunting, of course, will happen. Probably sooner rather than later. I believe Dean has a hunt planned for this coming weekend, as part of the wedding celebrations." His brother enjoyed hunting more than Sam did, maybe, but it would be a good way to get out of the castle.

He finishes his wine, setting the glass on the table once more. "Shall we adjourn to our wing, then? A little more quiet before the storm."

A chance to ride and hunt outside the walls. It would be heaven to be able to ride freely rather than having to hide what he loved to do from prying eyes.

A small smile, a flicker of humor as he stands with Sam. "You make the celebration sound almost as ominous as the ceremony itself." In time there would be more glimpses of humor as Gadreel dares to show more of himself to his mate.

There is real delight in Sam's eyes at that flicker of humor, along with a wide smile. "At least at the ceremony, they tell you the right things to say." He lifts they're joined hands, pressing another kiss to his husband's hand before leading him to the door.

As he expected, Dean has sent a page to wait for him. So he lets the girl know that he and Gadreel will be adjourning to their rooms for the night and will join the celebrants for lunch the next day. Then he tucks Gadreel's hand into his arm and leads him to the wing of the castle that was Sam's alone. Adam had his own wing and Dean had his rooms as well. So they would have their space, at least while they resided in the castle. Technically, Sam had lands and a home of his own on them, but they were something he didn't currently take advantage of. Something that might change.

He opens the door to his suite, ushering Gadreel in. The room is spartanly decorated, mostly filled with bookshelves and tapestries to keep in the heat from the large fireplace. A set of doors lead out onto a balcony with a large, plush chair nearby. Something Sam could drag out with him if he was in the mood to work outside. The room is dominated on one side by a large desk, currently clear of paperwork as it's meant to be his wedding night. On the other side, in front of the fireplace, are two more large, comfortable looking chairs with ottomans. A nice place to put one's feet up at the end of the day. Beyond that, an open door leads into the bedroom, filled with dark wood furniture, including a massive four poster bed, much longer than most that would be found in the kingdom. But, given the prince's height, that probably isn't that surprising. Another balcony can be found on the other side of the bedroom.

He smiles, letting go of Gadreel's hand so that he can explore. "You have your own rooms that are connected, but I hope that you'll feel free to find comfort in here, if you so desire. After the celebrations, we'll find you an Omega-in-waiting and a designer to help you make any changes that you would like to them."

The delight in Sam's expression warms him in ways that he would not have anticipated and Gadreel keeps easy pace with his new husband as he's led into his chambers. The room is utilitarian, few signs of warmth or anything beyond an Alpha who was clearly dedicated to his work. He moves through the room freely, pausing to examine the spine of a book or gently run his hand along the back of a chair. Yes. He could find solace and contentment in rooms like this with Sam if things continue the way that they have.

"I am sure Gabriel could assist with that. My sense of style, according to him, can be a bit lacking." The small smile that follows seems to speak to the fact that his cousin favors far more colorful language. "But thank you."

Possibly the thing that will stand out in the room is that there aren't any floor pillows. No place where an Omega would be expected to kneel. Which is something they should talk about. Eventually.

For now, Sam can't help but laugh. "No, I'm not much better, I'm afraid. I think the only things I chose for my room are the books and the desk. Anything beyond that is the work of our chatelaine, Ellen. According to her, Dean and I are both completely hopeless."

The lack of kneelers, or even pillows hasn't escaped his notice as he moves in a slow circuit around the room. It's a curious thing and he's distracted from his confusion when Sam laughs. The sound of it is bright and warm and.. and he rather likes it. So few Alphas are given to laughter that wasn't tinged with cruelty in the presence of an Omega.

Ellen. He makes note of the name and what Sam had said. She must be another Alpha if she calls the King and his brother 'hopeless'.

"Of course." Another pause as he tries to carefully choose his words.

"Where will I be expected to kneel when there are others in the room?"

Gadreel is in for a shock, then, when he meets Ellen. Possibly a double shock when he meets her daughter, Jo. Both Omegas and more than willing to put people around them in their place. Up to and including all three of King John's Alpha sons.

The question makes Sam turn, leaning back against the desk. He keeps his hands to his side, doing his best to keep his body language open. "If that's something you wish to do, then I can have some kneelers ordered. I mean, I probably should have at least one because I know that many Omegas find themselves wanting to kneel during their heats, but I didn't want to presume."

He can't stop his reaction, which is open mouthed shock. He wouldn't be expected to kneel? He would have that choice? After a lifetime of having decisions made for him it's almost too much to comprehend.

Gadreel forces his jaw shut with a click. This is all almost too good to be true.

"I hate them," he admits quietly. "I always have."

"Then there won't be one in our rooms." And it really is as easy as that for Sam. "If it's something that must be used at some point in public, the court has kneelers that can be used. Here, though, we can use floor pillows, if necessary." He straightens, a wry smile on his face. "Mostly, though, I tend to use them when I'm reading in front of the fire. There's something nice about sitting before the hearth with a nice glass of wine and a good book." And now, perhaps, with Gadreel sitting beside him.

He steps forward, offering Gadreel his hand. "There's one last thing to show you before we can sit and have a bit more wine, if you would like."

It was that easy. That simple.

Gadreel is quietly glad for his own chambers - he is going to need time alone to process his new life with Sam and the freedoms he was suddenly being presented with. They were wonderful, they were new, they were everything he had ever dreamed of growing up. Gabriel had given him what he could, small tastes of freedom when possible, but this? This was so much more.

"Of course." His hand slides easily into Sam's, already trusting the Alpha to lead.

"Well, you'll have to go first." Sam brings Gadreel's hand up, pressing a kiss to his knuckles again before leading his husband to a doorway hidden between two sets of bookshelves. It's perfectly out in the open, but it blends in well with the wood so that most wouldn't notice it. Sam reaches out, pulling the door open before relinquishing Gadreel's hand and making a gesture. "This passage goes to your own rooms, so that you may pass from there to here without having to go around. The doors on both ends lock from your side."

And the passageway does lead to a very similar set of rooms, though only the bedroom has a balcony of its own. The rooms are set out much the same way that Sam's are, though even more sparse at the moment. Gadreel's trunks and baggage are in the rooms, but nothing has been removed. And his bed, while large enough for a tall man such as himself to sleep on, is obviously only meant for a single person.

Sam stays back at the doorway to the passage, watching Gadreel. "These are your rooms and I am not to intrude unless specifically asked, as is proper."

Rooms of his own. Rooms close to Sam but on terms that he can set. Company that he can determine and the level of freedom is almost dizzying. Gadreel moves through them, struggling to process.

Indeed Gabriel had given him a gift in Sam Winchester. A kind Alpha and more freedoms than he had ever dared to hope for and he is sure that all of this shines through in his expression as he turns to his Alpha. His husband. "Thank you, Sam."

"I.. I do not seem to have words beyond those to express what this means to me."

"Gadreel." The soft censure in Sam's voice is mitigated by his fond smile. He may only have known his husband a handful of hours by now, but he finds the Omega to be utterly charming. He holds out his hand, asking for Gadreel to come to him rather than enter the room. Because he is serious when he says that this is Gadreel's area. "Those words are more than enough for me. I may not believe, really, that I deserve thanks for what is your due, but I will accept it and be grateful for it as well."

"Please Sam. Come inside." His hand gently in Sam's he tugs the Alpha further into his rooms, wanting to be closer to his new husband. The Alpha he had greatly underestimated.

"You do deserve them Sam, them and so many more. I feared that coming here meant a life of servitude, of being used to breed and satisfy a rut and little else. That I would have little agency and little in the way of freedom."

"I was wrong. I was so very wrong." A small smile. "And I have never been happier to be so wrong."

Sam frees his hand from Gadreel's, but only so that he can reach up and cup both of his husband's cheeks. He brushes his thumbs over Gadreel's face, just drinking in that small smile and the words that he was saying.

Finally, he smiles himself. "May I kiss you, Gadreel?"

The touch is soft and sweet, gentle and Gadreel can't help but lean into it. "Yes Sam. Please." A hand drifts up to touch is wrist, as if he could keep Sam's hands there a little longer, to have him continue to touch him.

"I would like that very much."

That touch is certain to keep his hand there, then, as Sam leans in and presses his lips gently to Gadreel's. In a lot of ways, kissing is far more intimate than what they'd done before the crowd at their wedding. Scenting was done as a matter of course between Alphas and Omegas, after all. Kissing is far less commonplace and Sam is glad that they have some privacy for that first kiss.

He keeps it chaste, a press of lips and a sharing of breath, hands cupping Gadreel's face as gently as he can.

The touch is soft and intimate and Gadreel can't help the way that his breath shudders at the press of Sam's lips to his. He can taste the wine on his lips and the simple warm heat of him and it makes Gadreel want, chasing his lips even after the kiss has ended. This isn't want brought on by heat or hormones. No. This is want brought on by Sam's kindness by his care and his consideration.

In time, he could grow to love him.

The way that Gadreel chases him is what makes Sam finally drop his hands, but only so that he can place them on the other man's hips. He doesn't pull Gadreel to him, as much as he very much would like to. Instead, he lets his lips part, flicking his tongue just gently against Gadreel's lips. Asking permission to enter once again.

Gadreel makes a soft sound at the way Sam shifts against him, hands moving to his hips and tongue soft and warm as he kisses him again. Permission is requested and given as his lips part, moving in closer to press himself against his mate. Sam has proven that he will be a caring and good husband, that he will respect and care for him and for the first time Gadreel wants to give what is ordinarily simply taken from Omegas.

"Please Sam."

His mate presses against him and Sam growls softly, a sound of desire and want. The Alpha in him has wanted to do this practically since he first scented Gadreel, tongue now pressing past the other man's lips in a way that turns the kiss ever so slightly possessive.

The "please" nearly undoes him, but Sam pulls back, eyes bled dark from the kiss before he gives Gadreel another kiss, almost chaste again except for a quick lick along the other man's lips. "My room," he finally says, reaching up to stroke his fingers along Gadreel's cheek. "We'll return to my room. And whatever you desire, my mate, I shall be happy to provide."

He can't help the way his head tips into his touch, seeking more of it even as he directs them back to his own rooms. Gadreel follows easily enough, taking the moment to catch his breath.

He doesn't know what he wants - only that he wants more of what Sam has already given him. Tenderness. Respect. Genuine affection.

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Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life? (ABO)

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WOW. Now that's a misfire.

Just a little bit. :)

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