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[He knew just how deep to set his teeth to draw just enough blood to be able to suck on, and he growled in pleasure as the warmth coppery liquid tickled his tongue. His eyes half-closed at the fingers in his hair as he sucked and lapped the small pricks on Steve's thigh. He was exactly where he needed to be.

Slowly, he withdrew from his sucking, lips reddened with hints of blood as he crawled gracefully up the length of Steve's body, the corner of his lip rising to expose a hint of sharp teeth before he leaned down and kissed his mate hard and passionate, sharing the taste of his mate's blood like it was a great gift.]

[ It was an incredible gift, and Steve greedily sucked the blood from his mouth, the bittersalty tang of blood and the semen he'd swallowed earlier. He didn't hesitate, moving to flip his mate over, pinning him before he slid his cock right inside him again.

He was already more than halfway hard, and he sighed, shuddering against him as the embers of desire made him ache. ]

Always love to be inside you.

I'll do that whenever you like.

[ Steve promised, basking under Bucky's admiration, happy to have pleased him. He helped, of course, his heavily pregnant mate was on the occasion unwieldy, but it was nothing that Steve did not adore, happy to have him and their child growing inside of him.

He could feel it, the slickness and how ready he was, but Steve was careful, hands smoothing up strong, powerful thighs before he guided himself right into his willing sheath, sliding inside of him with a soft groan of pleasure. ]

--can't be in it all the time, Bucky.

[His hand shot up to grip Steve's arm as their positions were flipped, and he hissed in delight in their kiss as the solid weight and girth of Steve's length invaded him again. He arched and tangled his legs around the back of his mate's thighs as they kissed readily until he knew they had partaken in the taste of blood and seed.

His hands then stroked the length of Steve's back, feeling ridges of muscles and the clammy skin glide under his fingertips.]

It has been too long since we could do this. I don't remember... [He trailed off because it wasn't for him to remember the last time they had before tonight. It was a welcome back to what they had once known though.]

[His hips rocked and the idea of Steve wearing that cap was tantalizing. It was probably a good thing that he was already pregnant because their activities were never benign with each other anymore and all interactions somehow ended the same way. He huffed a noise of pleasure as they worked together with shifting thighs and hands until he sunk down onto top of his mate.

He groaned a throaty sound of pleasure, tucking his knees tight up against Steve's sides.]

Yes you can. You just have other obligations that require you to leave, but you can ignore those and stay with me. I'll sing us both supper.

Mmm, I'll stay with you. No supper.

[ Steve negotiated, because he knew very well how Bucky would take this as truth if he allowed him to, and the next thing he knew he would have another devoured person on his hands. No, his Bucky knew to keep to the rules, and Steve eased that by grinding inside of him, seeking to make him feel good.

He loved the way Bucky showed his pleasure, and he smiled all the same into the kiss, careful to adjust to his lover's weight and size, and even more careful not to hurt him. A hand slid down to cup his cock, thumbing over it with warm affection. ]

You're so beautiful to me, Buck.

It's all right.

[ Sometimes Bucky forgot and it was okay, Steve believed that it would come back to him again, it just took time. They kissed again and again, and Steve's hands roamed everywhere, eager and exploring before they rest on his ass, kneading it possessively.

He shifted his head to nip at his bottom lip, marking each other as theirs before he started to move, to fuck him in earnest. ]

But if you get hungry, I'm more than willing to provide. It could be something delicious we share together.

[He was more than well-aware that Steve would not deny his nature and respected it, but right now, secrecy required that he not give into it. The rules were in place to keep them both safe, but it was so tempting to provide especially settled as they were in his nest. It was perfect and Steve was perfect, and he wanted little else from the situation save perhaps to lick blood from Steve's handsome flesh.

He used his legs to rise and fall on Steve's length, impaling himself with a rocking motion of his body which looked greatly exaggerated because of his girth. His head fell back on his neck as he trilled a sound of pleasure as he pressed himself into Steve's hand.]

You are mine, Steven Rogers. Never forget that. Especially in my nest where you belong.

Sashimi?

[ Steve asks, because that's about the only thing they can legitimately share together, and the idea of them dining with each other is an attractive one. He could never tether his lover down into something unnatural to him, but circumstances demand more care, more consideration.

He can't let Bucky draw more attention to himself that he already has, not when he means so much to him. Steve gasps, wide eyed with pleasure as Bucky sinks himself into him, and he shifts to hold him closer, this stunningly incredible bearer of his child.

Steve leans up to kiss him again, hands sliding down to squeeze his ass, thrilling at Bucky's song. ] I know. I know, Buck. Roll your hips a little, I'll make you feel good.

Only because your species abhors cannibalism.

[And Steve was also very good about bringing him choice and juicy salmon which he supposed was nice on rice if they wanted it that way. It was the kind of meal to have in apparent polite company, not that they had any guests over, not with his current condition as what it was. Besides, he was at the point where he only wanted Steve for himself.

He rotated his hips to one side, twisting his body around Steve's as he rolled with a swim-like undulation. His hands snap out to curl around Steve's shoulder as they kiss, and he immediately nibbled on his mate's lower lip. He rolled at the request, being as aggressive as well as needy in the process.]

You always do. Ah Steve, I want to see the sea.

[ Bucky's always managed to merge aggressive and needy into something that calls specifically to Steve, his lover's very own siren's song, and Steve always answers, more than eager to soothe, to sate and to give him whatever he needs, no matter how tenuous it is.

His embrace is ardent, passionate when he sinks into him, and his heart aches when he hears the obvious longing in his voice, the yearning to see the sea again, his home. Steve is guilty that he's keeping Bucky away from it, and he leans up to kiss him, again and again. ]

Soon, Bucky. I'll take you there soon. [ His home -- Bucky had agreed to stay with him this long because he loves him, simple as that, but Steve can't bring himself to separate Bucky from it any longer than he must. ] I'm sorry.

[There was no point returning to the sea and leaving Steve behind, not after all that they had been through together. He would see the waves again within a few months and that knowledge kept the urges at bay; it helped that Steve was always close to him as well. His reason for staying was paramount in his mind even as his girth expanded.]

I stay for you. I have no regrets. I won't leave you behind, Steven Rogers. [He gently dragged his finger nails down Steve's ribs as he rolled his hips and began to ride his mate in earnest, filling himself with pleasure even as the little one inside of him kicks and shifts with the sudden unexpected motions of his body.]

Soon we'll enjoy the sea together, and then maybe it will be you convincing me to let you settle on the sand, hmm?

[ Steve gasps, shuddering as his beloved mate takes his pleasure from him, when he shifts and twists as gracefully as he does in the water, so very beautiful. He sits up with him, leans up to kiss him as he thrusts up in equal enthusiasm, thinking about what it would be like to be in the sea with him. ]

I would drown. [ Steve says quietly, wrapping his arms around his pregnant mate and pressing his mouth over his. He could almost feel it, their little one shifting and curling, and he leans closer, wildly protective, spiralling towards his own pleasure and intent to drag Bucky along with him. ] How do I -- aaah -- stay with you in the sea, Buck?

[ It starts when Bucky nudges him awake and murmurs that the baby is coming -- their child is a week or two early, but it doesn't matter; Steve's been practicing this for days, his paranoia over the safe birth of their child necessitating borrowing the SUV from Natasha for the last three weeks of Bucky's pregnancy, and from then on it's pretty much just as he'd practiced.

He picks his pregnant mate up, and they're out like a shot, into the indoor garage where Bucky is placed into the backseat with the blanket over him, windows tinted to prevent anyone from seeing just who it is that's driving. It has to be done in the sea, this birth, and before long Steve is speeding down a largely empty, quiet road to the nearest beach. ]

Hang on, Buck. We'll be there soon.

[It's a different kind of pressure in his pelvis, not just a settling of weight or a generalized discomfort of being unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in. His nesting need had picked up considerably in the last few days, destroying any semblance of order to the apartment. When he woke from a light uncomfortable sleep, he knew with a grunt and shift that the low longing for the sea had spiked to a desperate necessity.

It hadn't taken Steve much to be convinced that this was the real thing, not a questionable false alarm. The SUV was better than trying to straddle the motorcycle, though he had been prepared to do so and cling at Steve's back with hissing threats of encouragement. Instead, he was settled down in the back seat breathing hard and feeling the pressure building to a painful degree. He had been practicing with muscles that would be used in this process, but it seemed so much more difficult when he had legs to spread.

He gripped the seat with his mismatched hands, arching with a groan in the back.]

Hurry. It's coming. [And yes, he knew it would take time, but it all felt like it had to happen 'now' rather than 'later'. His body was ready and clearly the baby was ready, so there was no choice but to sit and be in pain while Steve drove.]

[His hands snap up to grasp at Steve's shoulders, gripping them so that he didn't have to stop the motions of his body as he rode his mate in his seemingly precious nest. He had long ago decided that the sea would be much better with Steve in it, as his mate had been when they were much younger and care-free. It had been a long time.]

I wouldn't let you. [He kissed Steve hard, issued a soft breath that contained just a tingle of his power, grown with him into adulthood. He moved his hips faster, driving himself down on Steve and his breathing came faster than usual given the bulk he was carrying and the difficulty expanding his lungs all the way.]

I could breathe into you, fill your lungs with the ability to process water, like when we were younger. Do you remember that feeling? I can have it last much longer now, I think.

[ Steve's fingers close around his lover's turgid cock, rubbing against the heavy swell of his belly, intent to bring him as much pleasure as Bucky deigns to bring him, moving up and down on him that way, riding him like he's the most important person in the world.

He kisses him back with a soft groan, aware of Bucky's condition, careful not to let him overexert himself as he thrusts back up, meeting him halfway and taking over what he's doing. ] Mmm. I'd love that.

[ His kiss is still warm on his lips when Steve murmurs, lightly slapping his rump. ] Buck. On your hands and knees now, come on.

[ Steve drives at top speed, jaw tense when he can practically smell the baby coming, the curious mix of seawater and blood and something else muskier, older. He makes sure Bucky's comfortable when the contractions start; they still have quite a way to go, and as much as he wishes he could be back there holding his mate and helping him work through it, he knows that this, too, is something that his mate needs to do on his own. ]

I know. I know, baby. You need to hold it in for me for awhile longer. Breathe. In and out. Slowly.

[ But he reaches the sea in half an hour, and he doesn't hesitate when he kills the engine and practically throws open the car door, reaching in to carry his mate out. ] You still okay?

[His breathing was deep and even, only hitching during a particular contraction which were getting stronger and heavier. His fingers clenched in the seat as he shifted in an attempt to find a comfortable position, but there was none. Every instinct was confused over the fact he had a full pelvis and no tail.

They made it though, the smell of the sea coming on stronger, and the moment that Steve stopped, he was twisting to shove open the truck door and dragging himself to his mate to be helped out.] I can walk. I need to walk.

[He breathed deep the sea air, the cry of the gulls even at this early hour and the feel of sand on his bare toes, and he took steps towards the dark waters. His home. He was going home to have a baby. He made a sing-song sound as he just began to pull out of his clothing and leave it behind, his eyes fixed on the sea. He tottered awkwardly and groaning with contractions for about half away and then any idea that he could do this under his own power was lost when his water broke and he was left staring at the wet sand.]

Okay, carry me! Hurry, hurry!

[The length of his body shuddered as he pressed his erection into Steve's fingers, wanting more stimulation but his belly was in the way of full stroking. Their position didn't allow for it easily either, and he was very intent on keeping his rhythm because it was getting more difficult to start again after a stoppage.

He hissed at the slap but more the suggestion of a change of position. He had just got a good rhythm, but the feel of Steve pounding into him was far too easy to consider. He still grumbled like he was put out the entire way as he hobbled from Steve's lap to his hands and knees, his back bowing a little with the weight of his belly.]

I'm only doing this because you brought me fish. [He handed Steve his old uniform cap.] Wear that and you can do whatever you want to me.

[ He was going home, and a part of Steve was mortally afraid that Bucky would leave him and never come back -- he had heard tales of selkies who slipped back into the sea and never returned, and even though a lot of them had dealt with selkies being cheated into coming onto land (which Steve had never done for Bucky), the fear still stood.

Still, he hadn't thought twice. His mate was giving birth and this was the only thing to do. He picked him up, gripping him tightly and pressing a kiss to his forehead before he practically sprinted to the shore with his very pregnant mate in his arms, waded into the cold sea water with him until it reached just above his chest before he released Bucky.

He would let him go anyway, because he trusted him, he trusted in the promises; Bucky would come back to him. ] Go.

[Swept up in those strong arms earned a rumble of appreciation as Steve sprinted them to the water's edge. He expected to be set to his feet to totter in the rest of the way, but no, his mate was ever thoughtful and took him right into the water. His tail emerged faster than usual, the physiological changes of his lower half a relief as he twisted and dove under the rolling waves.

The water made carrying the child's weight easier, and even though the contracts were still painful, every bit of the experience switched to a sensation of rightness. He swam slow, his muscles stronger and pushing as he circled back to where his mate was still waded chest-deep in the water.

Birth happened in the shallows, and he returned to set his hands on Steve's shoulders so that he could lean in to kiss the blond. And then he breathed into his mate and used his tail to sweep Steve's feet out so that they could both enjoy being under the waves and the safety of the depths in which he would bring their child into the world.]

[ The kiss was still a jolt to his system after all this time, bringing back memories of days gone by, the nostalgia of them both in the sea again. There was a glorious lightness that filled him, the joy of being in the sea that he was sure was inspired by his beautiful mate.

He could see in the darkness now, and he shifting to swim towards him, unwilling to let him be alone as he birthed. It was a moving few moments as he watched the little hint of a fin poking out, and he touched his hand, his arm, reassuring him that he was loved, that this was a good thing.

God, Bucky was so magnificent here. ]

[He twisted in the water, letting Steve get acquainted to the newness of being free to swim and breathe. For his part, he moved his tail slowly, feeling the pressure building, stretching muscles and straining scarred scales. It felt right though, this coming home to the sea after so long gone.

His hips undulated, his upper half stilling and concentrating on what was happening internally. He issued a soft musical trill, and he turned into Steve's touch, sliding his metal arm around so that he could press his mate to his back where he could wrap the end of his tail around one leg.

A few contractions later, the finned tail had emerged, trailing as he moved slowly in the water, the pain and joy escalating at the same time. He rode through them, more tail emerging.]

Steve...!

[ Oh, look at him -- the sweet trills and the swirling, the struggle to bring new life into this world. Steve watched him, swam with him and pressed close, kissing his neck, his shoulder to soothe the pain somehow. ]

You're doing well, Buck. Slowly, easy. [ He soothed, shifting instinctively as he watched more of the tail wriggling out, their baby, their new little life. He was excited, and he held Bucky tight. There was nothing else in his life that compared to this, the primal, rawness of birth, the fact that he and his lover both made something that was coming into this world, borne of the both of them. ] Push, just a little more.

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