spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

[Steve's hot little mouth was unrelenting and welcoming. His hips jigged forward with each contraction of his muscles, and it was a reaction he had definitely never felt before. For his race, he was still considered young, too young to have a mate, but here he was, taking one anyway.

He stepped back, his knees feeling weak and blinked down at Steve. He slowly sank to his knees in front of the other boy and leaned forward, licking the line of semen from Steve's mouth.] I... yes. It felt... how do you say... amazing?

[He suddenly kissed Steve hard, his hands grasping the other boy's head and not allowing Steve to get away from him. He sidled up, grinding one side of his hip into Steve's groin to see what sounds the other boy would make.]

[ Steve would guard Bucky for as long as he lived. He would love him without qualm, like he already was, and he would keep all of his secrets and hold him. He knew that Bucky was indulging in human habits, taking human pleasures despite the way HYDRA treated him, and he smiled, taking comfort in it.

His fingers traced up and down his spine, gently cupping his ass as their limbs tangled together. He breathed him in, nose pressed against his clavicle. ]

No, they aren't. They're not worthy enough of you. I'm going to hunt them all down one day.

[ Evidently, Bucky didn't allow Steve the time to be smug and pleased and happy at being the first, at inspiring this in him -- he hadn't thought that he'd get such incredible results, especially when the other boy wiggled his hips at him, as if uncertain about his own orgasm.

Steve understood that, too -- he'd never done this with anyone else before; had only heard about it in hushed tones, jokes, had read about it in the privacy of his room, his curiosity inspiring him to search such things out discreetly.

He kissed him back, startled at the sudden surge in passion, and he groaned, whimpering softly against his mouth when he felt the jut of Bucky's hip rubbing against his painfully hard cock. ]

Bucky.

[The sheer notion of Steve on the hunt, covered in blood, dirt and the fear of their enemies aroused him all over again. He shivered and pressed close before he was hooking a leg over his mate's hip and flipping them so that he lay on top of Steve this time. The fingers up his back soothed him.

He sat up on Steve's hips, smoothing his hands up the polished and strong muscles on his mate's stomach and then chest. He paused to tweak Steve's nipples.]

I'm going to help you. We can bathe in blood and then... I will take you to the sea to be clean again.

[There was no allowance for smugness when they hadn't finished, when he hadn't experienced what it was like to be on the other side of that pleasure. He wanted to, now more than ever because it involved something that was suddenly and absolutely his.

Songs and giggling pregnant females of his family group were his only experiences. Then he'd been shuffled off and that was that. Then bachelor groups guffawed about it but with no experience.

His hip rubbed into Steve's erection before he was pushing the smaller body back against the rock base and suddenly kissing and nipping little red welts down the length of Steve's body, lower and lower and with an eagerness he didn't bother to hide. He was very mindful of his teeth as he kissed up the impressive length that Steve had.]

Mine. Say it.

Mmm. [ Steve didn't possess the instinctive viciousness that Bucky had, and the idea of bathing in blood is -- well. It's something Bucky would do. Steve didn't flinch at it, having already accepted his mate's brutal, bloodthirsty nature.

And he felt Bucky's cock stir, knew that it was all the talk about violence, and he was happy to be pinned on the bed this time, continuing to soothe Bucky, stroking down his spine. His fingers trailed up, up, cupping the back of his head gently. With a low hum of pleasure (his nipples are sensitive), he squirmed. ]

We'll go to the sea soon. We'll swim in it for hours, like the way we did before.

[ Steve felt the rock against his back, but he wasn't afraid, no -- he was here with Bucky, and when he felt those kisses, he shuddered, his cock twitching with arousal, leaking further because he'd never learned how to exclusively hold it in.

He'd been thinking about this for a long time, had always wondered what it would be like because he had nothing to compare it to, and when it was Bucky's turn to kiss his shaft, lips soft against his hard length, he squirmed -- he was sharing this with him, too. They were doing this with each other, and that was what mattered.

His fingers came to curl in Bucky's thick, dark hair. ]

Yours. Yours, Bucky.

[Though he didn't remember most of what had been taken from him or even what he had been through, the fact that he couldn't was enough to stoke his more bloodthirsty aspects. HYDRA had put those to work with relish, and he intended to take back what was his and see that HYDRA paid for what it had done to him. Not just him, but the slights to Steve as well. Those perhaps earned as much of his ire.

His head bowed in the grip of his mate's hands, his the claws of his right hand digging into Steve's flesh around the nipple before he bent his head to lick up the droplets of blood that his antics produced. He rocked his hips in a paltry imitation of the undulation that he was capable of in his other form.]

But tonight... is all about us? Just us, yes?

[His belly brushed against Steve's erection, smearing his own skin with the pre-cum and not caring as he lowered himself after taking his time to explore each one of those ribs that protruded too much, the flat of the other boy's belly and even running his lips over each swell of hips that should have by now been covered with muscle. No, not Steve. His friend fit the norm on nothing, and it drew him like a moth to flame.

He paused at the top of Steve's length and tilted his head quickly to one side and then the other. He rumbled a low sound, uncertain how to proceed with his sharp teeth certain to do damage if he lost even the smallest amount of control.]

Tell me if I hurt you at all... okay?

[He opened his mouth and experimentally took the head of Steve's erection into his mouth, sucking softly at first until the first taste found his tongue and then he was far more eager as he imitated his friend with some slow bobbing at first and then picking up speed as curiosity gave way to eagerness to please.]

[ Bucky's eagerness to please is addicting -- it's new and overwhelming and Steve is taken aback by it, especially when he takes to it so easily, sinfully delectable mouth closing around him.

For a moment, he's worried about Bucky's sharp teeth, a part of him wanting to tell Bucky to take care -- but he trusts him, knows keenly that the other boy would never hurt him. See, between the two of them, Steve was still the more reckless one.

He groans softly, voice thick with pleasure. He doesn't sing the way Bucky does, but his pleasure is obvious all the same, eyes lidding with delight and joy as his fingers tangle in his hair.

His mouth feels so good wrapped around him, and Steve gasps, hips thrusting into his mouth with an insistence he can't keep in check; Bucky had better be extra careful with his teeth. ] Mmm -- you can't hurt me. More, please.

Just us. Promise.

[ And the thing was that it would always be about them -- Bucky was the center of his world, and he hissed softly, the pain making him press against Bucky, eager for more. It would be appropriate punishment, for ruining his mate's innocence, for not being able to save him.

He shuddered, leaning up to capture his mouth with his without hesitation, and when he ground down against him, he huffed a soft, shaky sort of laughter that had everything to do with pleasure and need. ]

You want more already, Buck? Need me to be inside you again?

[He was fascinated with how Steve showed his pleasure, the expression on the other boy's face especially. He had never seen that one before, so often Steve giving him small smiles or little glances or that stubborn cast which meant that some of the boy's strong values were being put to the test. He liked those expressions, but they were nothing like this.

He didn't dare move his head into the hands in his hair, putting all of his concentration on sucking and sliding his mouth up and down Steve's flesh. He dropped all the way, feeling it at the back of his throat, but his kind didn't have a gag reflex given how quickly they stuffed food in their mouths. He sank until the curls that surrounded Steve tickled his noise... earning a soft trill from him.

As he gained confidence, he picked up his speed, bobbing faster but still very mindful of his teeth. His fingers began to eagerly explore the slope and feel of Steve's thighs and ass, touching everything with wandering hands, his eyes fastened on the other boy's face.]

[He accepted the promise with a nod, aware that Steve was far too honest to ever break something like that. His hips rolled harder and with a rising desperation to just feel that good again. It had been so long; he knew that Steve of all people understood him and everything about him better than anyone. Even his own kind.

He licked at the wounds his teeth created until the blood stopped, Steve's impressive healing no doubt. He hummed into the kiss, his eyes fluttering, and the corner of his lip tried for another attempt at a smile.]

You said I wouldn't be sleeping tonight. However, if you want the right to be in me again, you'll have to fight me for it. Otherwise... [It had been long time since he had possessively bit the back of Steve's neck to hold his mate in place while he made Steve sing a song before he was pounding the other man.]

[ Where Bucky was careful, Steve was much more reckless, very quickly overwhelmed by pleasure, his trust in Bucky's ability to keep him safe knowing no boundaries. His expression was open, blue eyes darkening with passion and incredible need.

He squirmed under him, gasping and keening with incredible passion; he'd never felt something like this before, pushing so deep inside of Bucky's throat -- there's something so very sinfully delightful about being buried inside him, when he saw his lover's pretty little nose buried in dusky blond curls.

Steve gripped his hair but was careful not to hurt him, wiggling his ass into his touch and hissing softly. He couldn't look away, pinned under his gaze and thrilling under that sweet soft noise. ]

Do that again. [ He said breathlessly. ] Trill for me again.

[ Steve found that he loved it when Bucky looked at him that way, predatory and ferocious, his nature coming to the fore and breaking through that artificially enforced obedience that HYDRA tortured into him. This one -- this was his, and Steve would fight for the right to be inside him over and over again.

He growled, soft and low in return, and he felt more than he saw the smile. He smiled in return; they were soulmates, bound to each other before they even met, and he gripped the back of his neck harder, flipping him over onto his back in one swift move. See, Steve was stronger now, hardier, faster, not the scrappy little thing that defied all possible norms there were.

He grinned, pushing Bucky's thighs wide open as his other hand slid down to cup his balls, pressing the heel of his palm against them. ]

I always have the right to be inside you, and you know that.

[The growl sent a shiver down his spine and would have raised his back fins had he been in his other form. Instead, he flexed his back and rolled his hips in an imitation of shivering his fins and flicked his tongue against the mark on Steve's chest again. He hadn't felt his alive in who knew how long.

He growled a low dangerous sound at how neatly Steve flipped their positions again, but the force and roughness heated his belly to a previously unheard of degree. He twisted his legs but was unable to break the suddenly exposing position, and he reached up to grip Steve's shoulders with bruising strength.

He bucked at the pleasure that still some of his struggles as his testicles were victim of his mate's next play. He tilted his hips and swayed them invitingly as he shifted his legs in preparation to attack Steve with them and flip them again at a moment's opportunity.]

Yes, I deny you nothing.

[There was something that made him want to devour Steve in a manner that had nothing to do with predatory intent. Those blue eyes, the squirming and the noises generated for him (because of him) made him want to horde this treasure like he had never anything else. Anyone could hear them, anyone walking the bridge, and yet Steve was risking it all to be so open and pure with him.

His throat worked over the head of Steve's erection as his cheeks sucked in to caress the rest in his mouth. His blue eyes remained intent, uncaring of the slight thrilling discomfort of fingers in his hair. He bobbed his head again, dipping deep on Steve again until he had the urge to sneeze from blond curls threatening his nose.

He bobbed up and down fast and had to suck harder to keep his teeth out of the mix, but he issued a different kind of trill, a deeper one full of challenge for any other that might think of even coming close to this boy who was his prize treasure. His fingers slipped up and rolled Steve's testicles in his palm, the trill carrying on long and threatening for all but Steve.]

You have my love.

[ Steve said quietly, fingers grasping his chin because he could never let him go without him knowing it right down to his bones. Bucky had been used for so long, manipulated like a doll, and Steve wanted to remind him of what they had, that they were nothing like that.

He could feel the way Bucky was tense, fiercely aroused as he squirmed under him, and he continued stroking, fondling, revering his mate's body and grateful for every inch. His hand left Bucky's chin, slid down to pin one of Bucky's thighs to the mattress, grinding his half-hard cock against his own in raw sensuality, making his want for him known. He reveled in Bucky's strength, the bruises he knew would be left on his shoulder, and his lips made their way down to kiss his forehead, groaning softly when he felt Bucky's tongue against his nipple. ]

Even if you denied me anything, I would accept it. Remember it, Buck.

[ He could feel it right down to his soul, the way Bucky trilled, the tune that changed and he knew that it meant something else entirely, something far more primal and territorial, and he gasped, clutching tight when he sucked harder.

He was leaking down his throat, swollen and thick and so very, very close, because he was so young and he'd never felt this way before, had never had Bucky's head between his thighs sucking like he could draw out every drop of him.

And before he could warn him, before he could push him away, Steve cried out, thin but loud in the quiet before he clamped down hard on his cry -- he came, thick, sticky ropes of come spurting down Bucky's willing throat, hot and erratic as he emptied his balls into his young lover. He threw his head back, the elegant line of his white, white throat exposed in wordless submission. ]

Bucky, Bucky --

[Those words stilled him as he lay flat on his back waiting for things to turn into a flurry of activity again. Something quieted inside of him at such a simple statement, and his expression softened slightly in response to it. Yes, he had Steve's love, even if it confused him because emotion was all muddled up. It was easier to just be a predator than to try to be anything else.]

You... make me feel alive again. Like I've finally come out of the cold.

[It seemed so out of place to say such a thing given how close they were to their violence again. He hissed and arched his head back, exposing his neck in a rare submissive gesture as his claws dug into Steve's shoulder before he dug his claws into his own palm and laid it against the welling blood on Steve's shoulder, mixing them without care or fear.]

I can deny you nothing. I just want you, all of you. Don't let me forget again Steve.

[The trill continued as his throat worked on Steve's length, demanding what he had previously given. He wanted to taste it because the pre-cum was delicious enough, and he was greedy when it came to anything that he considered worth eating. Still, he wanted to warn anyone else off of even come close to Steve, despite the fact there was no one in the area to contest his rights here.

His fingers gently pushed at Steve's thighs to separate them more before there was suddenly hot liquid going down his working throat. The trill cut off and he withdrew enough that he could have that hot musky liquid against his tongue so he could taste it. He moaned at the surprising bitterness of it, but it was so unique and so Steve he memorized the taste and scent of it as he drank it down greedily.

His pupils constricted at the sudden submission, and his left hand snapped up from thigh to the pale arch of throat to grasp it. He would not waste the gift in his mouth until it was over, but one it was, he immediately rose and licked and sucked on the column of Steve's throat, gently - oh so gently- scraping his teeth against the vulnerable pulse point. He ground their hips together despite them both being spent as he lavished so much attention on this sign of trust.]

You're mine, and I will always be at your side.

[ It would be easier, even understandable to lapse back into being just a predator -- but Bucky was more than that. Even as a merman he was so much more than that. He was different from the creatures who were indifferent to humans, even deadly; he'd approached Steve with curiosity and not malice or cruelty, and to see the change in Bucky's eyes at Steve's statement made his heart ache all over again.

He would remind him of this with every breath, and he pressed into Bucky's hand, their blood mingling as he savored the pain, knew that it was Bucky that was causing it. Accepting all of it, because what kind of love didn't come with pain.

Bucky was submitting, and Steve knew it, even when he leaned forward to take it for what it was, mouth kissing over his pulse, worshipful and loving. His heart jumped, fiercely delighted and possessive, and his hand between them slid up over Bucky's stomach, his chest, mapping every inch of the man's body for himself again. ]

Never. [ He promised. ] I will never let you forget. [ He smiled, briefly. ] And you never completely did, right? A part of you still remembered me.

[ Bucky's promise was intoxicating, incredible, and Steve felt warm inside when he heard those words, and the way those claws gripped his throat. There had been a flicker of apprehension, but it was gone just as quickly when he realized that somehow his gesture had roused a ferocious possessiveness that he was happy being the subject of.

It made things more equal, especially since Bucky belonged to Steve -- and he would fight anyone to protect him, no matter what the odds were. Bucky was his gift, the one thing that made everything worth fighting for, the one person who had never doubted him; had seen him for who he was and loved him anyway.

Bucky was important, loved, and he had barely recovered from the delightfully wonderful sight of him swallowing his cum, moaning and drinking every sinful little drop when he whimpered, low and soft, overstimulated and trembling with pleasure. ]

And so will I. You're mine, too. And no one's taking you away from me. Not even the sea.

[His clawed fingers worked their way around to the back of Steve's neck as he lipped and kissed and sucked on the flesh, oh so aware how he could tear out the other boy's throat with ease. He had never wanted to, and the fact that Steve didn't pull away or stiffen up meant that this human friend of his trusted him implicitly. That was not something that he could give up to anyone or have in return.

Just Steve. This boy who was so small and ineffective in a fight but fought anyway. This boy who had befriended him in the same way that he had befriended Steve. Two odd peas in a pod.

His arms curled around Steve with the utmost care as he picked the other boy up and walked them to the edge of the cement to the water's edge.] I will show you the sea, and you will come to love it as I do. And we can share the sea as we share this air-based land.

[He tipped them into the water without a single hesitation, his hands holding Steve close. He splashed into the water with his prize, abandoning orange and clothing and death to the cement, and his scales and tail emerged quickly, allowing him great mobility. He took them to the surface first, grinning childishly at Steve.]

[He doubted that when Steve was small that he would have dared to mingle their blood like this, but his mate had enhanced with the serum and could even contest him in a predatory fashion when in combat. Like so many things, he wanted them to blend together in ways that he could and would give to no other. This life together was just starting again, and he only disliked that he was fumbling into it probably in the same way he did as a young merman.

The Soldier had no idea if he had ever submitted to Steve before, bared his neck to anyone. It felt like a huge step for him to do so, a sign of utmost trust despite the fact that he didn't want to do that to anyone. Just Steve. Always his mate was the exception to any of his self-proclaimed rules.

He sighed and relaxed under the warmth of Steve's mouth, and he remained with his head tilted back even as his palm still mingled their blood. He felt so warm, and it was truly exhilarating to feel such things.]

I... yes. Something went wrong when I saw you, though I didn't know what that was until much later. I need to either make more memories with you or get those back that were taken from me.

This isn't the Little Mermaid

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