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

[fromfryingpantofire]

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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[fromfryingpantofire]

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."

[redeemedhimself]

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?"

[fromfryingpantofire]

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."

[redeemedhimself]

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."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"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."

[redeemedhimself]

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.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"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."

[redeemedhimself]

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."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"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."

[havingprecision]

"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."

[fromfryingpantofire]

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?"

[redeemedhimself]

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."

[fromfryingpantofire]

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.

WOW. Now that's a misfire.

[redeemedhimself]

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.

Just a little bit. :)

[fromfryingpantofire]

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.

[redeemedhimself]

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."

[fromfryingpantofire]

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."

[redeemedhimself]

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.

[fromfryingpantofire]

All of which are definitely at the top of Sam's list of things he wants to give Gadreel.

It's only once they return to Sam's suite and Sam turns back to his husband that he realizes that they're both still dressed for the wedding. Though the clothing is somewhat plainly decorated, it's still much nicer than what he'd like to make out with his husband in. He reaches up, fiddling with Gadreel's collar, then reaching down to undo the top button. "I can give you something to change into, if you'd like," he says, voice rough with desire.