spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

I was aware of you going for that. I was hungry while you were gone.

[And it had felt so right to do so with a nest completed. Steve took very good care of him, especially now that even some of Steve's baggy hooded sweatshirts no longer completely hid the bulge of his belly from someone who was really looking for some discrepancy in his appearance. They had agreed to keep things hidden, but he still had to eat. He ate when he was hungry, especially now that he was returning strongly to his base natures rather than allowing HYDRA to control them.

He did step over the intricate wall of the nest to press himself up against Steve. Well, to press his belly against Steve and curl his arms as much as he could from the distance that was now between them with his belly. His stroked his hands down Steve's sides to soothe his mate, smiling like old times as the baby shifted and pressed out towards Steve.]

They enjoy the song until I bite them, and then there is no choice but to die. [He sighed heavily and then smirked.] Then I will eat well the first base we enter after all of this.

It doesn't mean you can lure people in and eat them.

[ He chided him, but drew him close and kissed him anyway, a hand rubbing over Bucky's stomach, soothing their baby with his presence. He was here now, neither of them needed to worry. It was getting tricky, keeping Bucky in line, but Steve was okay with that -- he loved taking care of him, and this was just another one of those things.

As much as he didn't like suppressing Bucky's true nature, he knew that they had to have some restraint, too. He nuzzled against him, arms trying to wrap around his mate's girth, allowing himself to be soothed. Bucky always had a way of getting to him, and he simply adjusted the cap on Bucky's head before he kissed him again and again, leaning forward now that his belly was in the way. ]

There's fish in the dining room. You should eat something. [ That usually prompted less bloodthirsty thoughts, and Steve wanted to inspect Bucky's neatly made little nest while he was distracted. ]

Oh, I can, but you mean I shouldn't.

[He smirked cheekily and kissed Steve with a mix of lips and nips, and he was more amused than offended by his growing gravid girth. It made cuddling and snuggling very difficult, but both of them were up for a challenge of making it work regardless of everything else going on around them. And besides, the worst part was trying to get out of bed without Steve pushing or helping him up.

Yet, he perked at the mention of fish, and his attention snapped towards the dining room. He smiled brightly as the cap was adjusted, but he was already disentangling himself from his mate to go in search of food.] Yes, I'm hungry.

[He slipped off and easily found the fish, hauling it off of the table and already biting into it as he began to carry it back to the nest in order to settle in there to feast.] This is pretty fresh.

[ Steve smiled, before he shifted to take his cock in his mouth, gently, delicately suckling at him. He adored him, loved the way he felt so heavy on his tongue, and he murmured quietly between his alternate sucking and licking. ]

I'm happy you're with me. [ Bucky was a blessing in every way that counted -- what would his life have been like without him? ]

The guy killed it for me on the spot.

[ Steve did not harbor any illusions as to where his food came from, but still. He loved the child-like, innocent way Bucky brightened; the man was the light of his life, the apple of his eye despite the challenges, and he watched him go and return before he frowned. ]

No, not here. No feasting in the nest, or you'll get it dirty.

[He let out a soft 'ah' when the welcomed warmth of Steve's mouth enveloped him, and his fingers clutched at his mate's hair as he squirmed slightly on the bed. His hips rose slightly towards the sucking, eyes half-closing in the process.]

You make me happy. I had forgotten what that was like, but you brought it back to me. [He had stopped living until Steve had freed him from HYDRA.]

[He wished that he had been there at the market when the fish had moved its gills one last time. Those were the best times to eat, but this was still very fresh and filled his mouth and his belly in all the right ways as he padded back to where Steve was still in the bedroom near his nest. Right where he wanted his mate.

He paused from taking another bite of scales and muscles at the frown and looked at his nest.]

That's where feasting is supposed to take place. It'd the ideal place where I'm safest and least likely to be disturbed while I feed. You are welcome to join me in it. [In fact, he might insist on it.]

Bucky, you know the house rules.

[ Steve said patiently. House rule #5: no eating of raw, bloody food in the bedroom. And #6, no getting blood over washed clothes. He could deal with the nesting, he really could (he just had to buy more new clothes for himself and keep it out of his mate's reach). ]

And you know you're safest in this house.

[ Steve smiled at that, heartened by those words before he sucked harder, drawing him out and fondling his balls, so heavy with unspent seed. He was glad they were going to be parents, and the thought of Bucky carrying his child inside of him filled him with a fierce, possessive joy, and he spread his legs further, hands pinning him down. ]

[ Oh, listen to him, the beauty of his song. Steve was enraptured, and he loved the way he laughed, everything about Bucky that drew him in and made him perfectly happy to drown with him if he so asked.

He curled close to Bucky's hands, seeking his touch, wanting so badly to be soothed and cuddled by him. He thrust into him again and again, sighing quietly and shivering with pleasure, aching for more. He loved the way Bucky felt so welcoming, so tight around him, and he leaned forward to kiss him, again and again, delighted by the song. He was moving faster now, fiercer, his breath catching and he feared he'd have an asthma attack right there, but whatever spell it was gave good, clean oxygen to his lungs, and he gripped Bucky only tighter. ]

Mmmph --

I wanted to join you.

[ He admitted quietly, because sometimes the grief and longing for a lost beloved ran deeper than any desire for vengeance. He had finished what he wanted to do, he had saved his city, stopped HYDRA's agenda, and he had sunk into the cold, cold sea that was Bucky's home, and had hoped to be able to see him again.

He exhaled quietly, a sadness in his eyes as he arched against him, stroking his fingers in his hair to encourage him. More. He wanted more. ]

We're gonna take them down together, Buck. Brick by brick, we're gonna destroy all of them.

You went into the sea, a very cold sea.

[He wondered silently if some of his kind had been up there. Cold did not compromise them, but then again, no one had eaten Steve. His mate had awakened again, come back to him and here they were now. A part of him was pleased that Steve had gone to the sea rather than tried to return to the land.

He took Steve into his mouth carefully, bobbing his head down lower and lower each time as his blue eyes studied his mate. He hummed a pleased noise at the declaration but could do no more than that. No, he wanted to pleasure his mate now and not stop until he had Steve thrashing against the bed.]

[His hips thrust towards Steve's mouth but his legs parted wider to present himself more for the fondling. It felt good, and his chest rumbled with pleasured sound as his fingers cupped the back of his mate's head. The pin was unnecessary but thrilling as his blue eyes stared down at Steve between his legs.]

They should be nixed while I'm pregnant.

[He wanted very much to settle into his nest, to curl up with the fish and eat it down. He frowned unhappily when it seemed that Steve was going to hold him to the house rules even now when he was starting to get heavier. He stared longingly at the nest, chewing the fish flesh and taking another bite immediately after he had swallowed.]

I'm safest in my nest with you. Are you sure I can't eat in there?

[His nails dug in to prick at flesh, and their bodies moved together in the water, a perfect dance against one another to the tune of his song. He breathed harder, his song dropping in octaves as he moved them through the water and felt the heat of his flesh rising as he was filled over and over again by his new chosen mate.

He clung back, and his ardor had risen to a point so similar to when it had been Steve's mouth on him. This was different, but it was oh so good, especially the way that his erection was trapped between their bodies. His song ended with a final long trill as he came, filling the spot between them but that was washed away almost instantly as he held Steve hard against him.

This was what it felt like to belong.]

How about I cuddle with you while you eat out here?

[ See? A compromise. Steve saw his frown and his unhappiness, and the last thing he wanted to do was to upset his ~~guppy~~ mate. He stepped closer and took his other hand, kissing his cheek briefly and carefully avoiding the blood. ]

You can sit in my lap while you eat.

Or we could cuddle and eat in the bathtub?

[Though, with his girth, the bathtub was dangerously cramped with the two of them, which was displeasing. He still allowed himself to be placated and drawn away from his nest with the touch and the kiss. He swallowed the last bite of meat in his mouth and swayed after Steve.]

Your lap is acceptable.

There's another fish on the table. [ Steve smiled at him -- he was going to make Bucky brush his teeth before kissing him, but it was okay, he liked it when Bucky chose to cuddle. Taking his other hand, he made his way to the couch, settling on it.

His mate was already very heavy with their baby, and if Bucky stepped closer towards him, his hands would come to smooth over that belly, and he would be pressing kisses over it, warm with pride and happiness. ]

Does she still kick?

[ Steve continued to suck his cock like he was born for it, and he opened his mouth a little wider, letting Bucky slide down his throat completely, his thick, heavy cock filling him up as his head bobbed up and down. It was sinfully erotic in so many ways, and he ached for him, quietly worshiping. ]

[Steve was very, very diligent about keeping him so well fed, and he hummed as he was drawn to the living room and over to the couch. He stepped up and his eyes fluttered as those warm hands spread over the stretched skin of his belly, and he sighed contently.

Slowly and a little awkwardly, he maneuvered onto the couch to straddle Steve's lap. He sat far enough away that his mate wouldn't have to endure fish in the face, which he was back to taking bites out of and chewing quickly.]

She was kicking my kidney when you were out, but she may be asleep. [There was a new kick at Steve's hand, and he huffed noisily.] You're her favourite, it seems.

But I'm back now.

[ Steve gasped, a noise of appreciation issuing from his lips as Bucky took him in, thrilling him when he hummed and the vibration practically made his balls ache. His hands came to tangle in his hair, cradling his head but not pushing, wanting his mate to move at his own pace.

He shivered, pressing up against him, insistent and demanding. ]

[ A well-fed Bucky was a relatively harmless Bucky, and that works out for innocent neighbors, really. Bucky was slower now, heavier, but that was to be expected when his body was nurturing a small life inside of him -- something always has to give. But he adored him all the same, endeared by his thoughtfulness. He kissed where their little girl kicked, laughing softly. ]

Nonsense. She loves you as much, too. [ He hummed softly to their baby. ] Isn't that right? Be nice to your daddy's kidney, he's the one feeding you right now.

[Between feedings, they were spending more and more time together, and it triggered old memories and instincts inside of him. Now that he was at the point of nest building, he would no doubt be now spending considerable amounts of time and energy convincing Steve to come and settle into the full formed nest with him.

Of course, he had to stop eating first. He set into the salmon with a renewed vigor as Steve's hands and mouth lavished attention on him.]

She loves me when I feed her, but she comes awake for you. [He hummed a deep trill in his throat as little kicks were aimed towards Steve.] She doesn't need my kidney to get a meal. Mmmm, and papa brings you food, doesn't he?

[His metal fingers, appropriately warmed, slipped between Steve's legs, cupping his mate's balls and using his thumb to stroke over them. His mouth continued and his eyes remained fixed on Steve's face, and he went slow to get used to doing this again. His teeth were a very real danger that he couldn't forget about, and he wondered how often they had done this as young foolish children.

He opened his jaws more but clamped his lips more, sucking through his cheeks as he bobbed faster and faster on Steve's length. It tasted wonderful, good enough to eat, but his mate was best whole and writhing on the bed before him.]

[ There was something distinctly attractive about his mate tearing into the fish. Most others would look away, of course, but Steve has been around him long enough to be accustomed to it, to see the beauty in the way Bucky consumed his food.

He rubbed gentle, soothing circles over Bucky's belly, humming to the baby inside to calm her down -- Papa was here, see? ] She just likes the stories I tell her about us.

This isn't the Little Mermaid

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