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Learning to trust

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Crowley was sold to an omega training center at an early age. He refuses to submit and no one wants to rent him anymore. Lucifer wants to sell him as a slave, because he only costs money. But then he is bought by a wealthy costumer with white blond hair. Crowley does not intend to submit to his new master, but learns that submission is something else than he has been taught his whole life.

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He knelt on the hard, cold floor, his collar tight around his throat. His back was a mess of red welts. But he refused to look down like the alpha ordered. He stared right back into his red eyes, challenging him to do something about it. It earned him a punch to his nose, laughter bubbling up inside of him. "Is that all you got? You hit like a girl." he growled.

"It is hopeless, this omega is broken. He won't submit to anyone. Only costs money... Get rid of him, let him rot somewhere, I don't care..." his current master spit on him and kicked his ribs. Crowley yelped. But he would not cry, he wouldn't.

Lucifer left the room, just leaving him on the floor. The door closed and the light went out. Crowley felt fear growing in his chest. What if they just left him here and forgot him?

 

Some time later, Crowley did not know how long he had knelt there exactly, his favorite trainer, Eric, opened the door, carrying a bucket, a clean cloth and a blanket. He gently washed the dried blood away, unlocked the chain that fixed him to the iron ring on the floor. He was wrapped into the blanket and Eric lifted him up, carrying him out of the room.

"You just could not give in, right? You stubborn boy... You make life hard for yourself, you know...You have nearly done it now. Lucifer wanted to sell you on a slave market. But lucky you, a gentleman has caught an eye on you. Wealthy guy, owns a whole street in London more or less. His family is here looking for pets and he decided on you. Make me proud, I know you can behave and be good, I think he is a good alpha. Not one of the creepy sort.... I would be so happy for you to finally get out of here."

"I don't want an alpha..." Crowley grumbled and Eric sat him down and slapped his ass.
"Like it or not, you are an omega. That's how it is. And you don't have family to look after you. I can't afford to buy you out or I would have done it ages ago... Promise me not to forget me?"

"I could never.... thank you, Eric..."

"And you won't run away? I think you could be happy with him, Crowley...."

"We'll see about that..." the young red haired omega muttered, earning himself another swat.

"You have one hour to pack your things. He wants to take you home imediately. Here, I have something for you..."

Knowing that Crowley liked soft, cuddly things, he handed him a plushie snake. It was green with yellow eyes, the same colour like Crowley's eyes. Yellow eyes in omegas were rare, but not unheard of. Crowley shyly took it and pressed it to his chest.

"Thank you, Eric... for everything..." he hugged him and sighed when Eric hugged back.

"Hurry, sweet boy. You deserve better than being here..."

 

Crowley had been at the omega training center "Hell's mouth" most of his childhood. When his father had died he had been three years old. His mother could not afford to feed him and his baby brother and he came into a foster family. His foster parents were cruel. They did not really care for him, nearly starving him, punishing him with beatings, denial of meals, locking him into the dark cellar, while their own children always had the best. Crowley had to watch them eat pancakes while he could be lucky if he got one or two raw left over eggs for example... his birthdays were never something special. His "brother" always got his favorite cake and lots of presents. Crowley got the beating of his life when he dared to ask if he could try one of the toys... He bit his brother in his frustration and was sold to the center not long afterwards.

He had been too young for training. Eric had taken him in and cared for him, teaching him how to behave when addressing an alpha, how to great them, how to apologise, how to show respect. He had not mind to behave in Eric's presence, he was more family than he ever had before. But he refused to submit to anyone just because.

Now that he had turned 18 some month ago the center expected him to be hired by alphas looking for a submissive, to serve them, please them. Crowley was a hard case though. He simply refused. Why should he? What had they done to earn his respect? Why should he trust anyone? Those few who had scened with him he had liked had not decided for him. They all had bought omegas who were more submissive or more obedient than him. He was tired of being rejected so he just stopped playing nice. He was a brat, snarky and not easily impressed by pain. He would not be the first to break. No, thank you.

And this new alpha? He would be no difference... Sure, it was better than being sold as a slave, working in mines or at the whore house or as a housebitch. But if that wealthy fucker thought he would be grateful and submit easily, he was wrong.

Crowley thought about his baby brother Anthony. He did not have much, a picture from his third birthday party and his brother's baby blankett. Perhaps he could try and find him, when he got out of here?

Crowley looked at the clock. One hour Eric had said. He should get going. He did not have many possessions, but he would not want to part from the blankett, the picture of his family and Eric's snake. He also packed his favorite jeans and boots. Not knowing if he would be allowed to wear them. Many alphas preferred to dictate the clothes of their omegas or wouldn't allow clothes at all... but he packed them nevertheless.

For his latest birthday Eric had gifted him a set of legos.He hid it in his trunk at the bottom. Was not his new master's business that he liked to play sometimes.

He checked his wardrobe and decided that nothing else was really that important. So he sat on his bed and waited. Soon Eric knocked on his door again.

"Everything ready? Good. Your new master is waiting. His name is Aziraphale. He belongs to the Eastgate family. I know, I know, very influential family. He seems alright... just so you know... I had to hand him your folder. That is part of the contract."

"What? No..." Crowley protested. His folder contained his whole past, his family history, every entry of punishments and rewards he had received over the years here. Crowley felt betrayed. He knew nothing about this Aziraphale, but nothing would be private to him.

"Don't be mad with me, poppy. I think it's good, actually. He should know what you have been through... You deserve some kindness for a change. I could not hinder your other trainer Hastur to mistreat you. But I did my best to give you at least some good memories... And I made sure, Aziraphale knows what you like and need..."

Crowley growled. But the damage was done. He did not want to be mad at Eric, perhaps he would not see him again. "Thanks... I guess..."

"I wish you a better life, Crowley. He is waiting in the main hall. Tall, white blond hair, cream coloured suit, tartan bow tie, you won't miss him."

Crowley took his trunk and went. He did not look back into his room. It was nothing special. He spotted the described man right away. He stood out. Like an angel in hell. Then the alpha turned and smiled at him and Crowley took a whiff of his scent. This guy smelled great. Warm. Cozy. And he was damn attractive. Crowley swallowed. He felt drawn to that man, but set his jaw and tried to look unapproachable. He would not make life that easy for his master, handsome or not.