spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

[ If it had been anyone else, perhaps they would have been mortified by that statement -- but Steve had loved Bucky all his life, and with that came acceptance of him, and all that he brought with him from the world underwater. The circumstances, traditions and habits.

He didn't bat an eyelid at that, and he only pressed his mouth to his throat, lazily enjoying his mate's body against him. Nothing can hurt them here; nothing will get to Bucky, and Steve would kill to make sure that he stayed safe. Bucky had done so much for him, had gone to war with him, destroyed lives he hadn't believed needed destroying -- all because Steve had felt a compelling desire to go to war, to protect everything he loved, to do his duty.

He owed him, and he pressed intimately, warmly against him, his middle finger sliding back into his slick hole. ] And we'll be together until the end of your days, too. I would always be inside you.

[Despite not remembering or being aware of it, he knew and had used that tradition more than any other. It was in his blood to know it, and it was the highest honour that he could bestow anyone. Now it was simply reserved for Steve because there was no one else he would want inside of him forever than this man right here.

He tipped his head back slightly, savouring the warm lips against his throat, his ankle and calf stroking up and down over Steve's ass as they continued to lounge without any sense of hurry with each other. He moaned at the invasion, his muscles clenching with it even if he was slick and warm and gave no actual resistance.]

Yes, but I don't expect that to happen. You're hardy. Eight should not kill you, if you even make it to that number. Maybe you'll just tire and go to sleep. A shame really... [He injected an undertone of boredom that was every bit a challenge.]

They're afraid. [ Steve shrugged a little -- the question hadn't actually occurred to him, and between squirming happily at Bucky touching him and curling up against him, exploring that interesting little slit that had caught his attention, he exhaled a soft, keening little moan.

His voice wasn't as beautiful as Bucky's, but he tried anyway; made his pleasure known as he continued to explore his best friend's sensitive spots, attention caught on the bulging slit, wondered what it was, exactly. ]

Not if I do it with you first. [ He challenged, rubbing up against Bucky's hand. He noticed when Bucky stilled when his small fingers eased over the second opening, and he looked back at him, playfully wicked. Steve gently rubbed over the second opening, the scales that seemed softer around it. ]

What's this, Buck? Do you like it?

[He contemplated that answer as his hand stroked up Steve's penis and then back down again, tracing over the other boy's testicles before groping his friend's ass. He had to lift that hand away though, unwilling to damage Steve because of curious exploration with his claws.

Instead, he raised his hand to his mouth and chewed off his own claws to the start of his flesh, removing part of his natural defenses without a care in the world. As he was doing so, he was keenly aware of Steve's fingers exploring the second slit, the muscles behind it clenching even as the small smooth scales remained the same.]

It feels strange. That's... I don't know the human word. [He dropped his hand and inserted his smooth fingers between Steve's cheeks to stroke his friend's ass.] There, yes? Above is my sheathe so I don't go all withered in salt water.

[ Steve's free hand found the back of Bucky's head, curling his fingers into it -- Bucky responded well to dominance, and he tugged on his hear making his mate bare his throat for him. ]

I'll make it to that number. [ He promised, because he was definitely not going to let the man out of his bed, whatever it was. His finger continued to penetrate him, keeping him nice and loosened for his cock. Feeling those muscles clench around him, he bit Bucky's throat, answering the challenge. There was something arousing about his mate egging him on, pushing him further than he thought he'd do -- there was always something about Bucky that made Steve more than he was on his own, and he would always love him for it. ]

Big talk from someone who might be too tired to reach even six. Touch yourself for me.

[ Steve watched with amazement as Bucky bit his claws off, easy as you please, as if he didn't care if he'd just removed a part of his own natural defenses. It was oddly, powerfully moving, and he felt his own cock twitch, his shaft filling out with more blood, arousal that tingled in the base of his spine.

His Bucky was beautiful, curious, and Steve's mouth parted, startled at the way the other's fingers pressed against him; not quite yet breaching his hole. But Steve would not be deterred or distracted from learning his friend's secrets. ]

Is this... where you could let boys mate you? [ He continued rubbing little circles around it, before he dipped his fingertip into the the little slit, delighted when the muscles tightened as he pressed in a little deeper. ]

Does it hurt?

[His head tilted back, even as he bared his teeth in vague threat that would never come to pass. The mingle of pain and pleasure was what he expected from Steve and it was what he wanted, the kind of interaction only his mate could give him in the correct proportions.]

Will you? [He sounded slightly doubtful because the challenge had to made even as he felt excitement at the prospect stirring inside of him. Even if they dozed or lazed about as they were, the night would be one of the best that he could remember having. He had returned to his true form once and then this... he didn't want the night to end.

He arched his lower back slightly with the finger inside of him, keeping him loose and hedging on eager again. His hands ran down his own chest, mismatched and different temperatures, thumbs stroking his own nipples as he made a show of undulating on the bed under Steve's weight.]

Hardly. I've always had more energy than you. You flag far too easily.

[He hardly considered himself defenseless, and the most important thing in his current world was right there in his arms, touching and exploring him. They had never done this before, not to the extent anyway, though he was reminded that Steve tasted like bitter salt water on his tongue.

His finger stroked over Steve's ass, adding a little pressure here and there on each pass to see what the muscles did. Their resistance was curious but not unexpected for him, and he stopped moving them forward. Instead, he let the currents carry them lazily, completely aware of their location.]

I haven't let other boys mate me. [He inhaled in surprise as the finger dipped inside, the muscles clenching at first and then he relaxed them on purpose.] No, it feels... strange. It makes me warm though. [He returned the favour to Steve, pressing a careful finger into the other boy.]

[ Steve was not afraid of him -- he never could be; he'd long decided that if he were to die, it would be at Bucky's hands, for better or worse. He took the challenge willingly, watching with admiration when his hands trailed down his own body again, sleekly undulating before him. Bucky was a ridiculously compelling, beautiful creature, seducing him all over again in a mating call that went deep into their bones.

He recognized the way he twisted, arched like he was made of water, sleek and elegantly beautiful, weaving his spell on him. He leans down to kiss him, and he buried his finger deep inside his mate, pushing another one in to keep him nice and spread. ]

Now you're just being cruel. [ He kissed the side of his mouth playfully, then his throat, letting his own heavy cock brush up against his. ] I'm going to make sure you beg me to stop.

[ Steve blinked, surprised -- he hadn't thought that Bucky was inexperienced at this, especially with other males; but there was something in him that fluttered at the confession. This was going to be their first time with each other in all the ways that counted, and Steve didn't have the slightest idea what to do.

So he decided to explore, to make it up as they went along because it felt right. Eyebrows raised, Steve made a soft noise and pressed against his fingers, clenching and closing around blunted fingertips just the same, squirming. He nuzzled against him, arching just a little, his own cock pressing against Bucky's smooth scales in open yearning.

Oh, that did feel good. ] Warm? Is that good?

[His hands continued their slow slide down his own skin, rising and falling slightly with his muscles as he continued to undulate naturally on the bed. His fingers passed through the drying mess of his previous pleasure, catching some against his digits. He went so far as smoothing his palms over the swell of his hips then transferred his hands to Steve's own hips and mirroring his touch on his mate.

There was something gratifying about the allure he could expose to Steve. He wanted the blond's eyes on him, watching and lusty if he could get it. He was no longer a danger to Steve, but he was still dangerous.

He sighed at the brush of their renewed erections, bumping his nose against Steve's in reply.] I do not beg. I haven't before, have I?

[He wondered if he and Steve were going to mate way out in the ocean tangled together with only the magic of his race allowing Steve to breathe. It seemed fitting after what they had done on the shore. Somehow he and Steve managed to share both their worlds with each other, and he wanted it no other way.

His finger carefully pressed deeper, twisting like a corkscrew in an attempt to get Steve to loosen up around him and his excitement was by now confusing and painful in the sheathe where he was safest. He forced himself to relax, and his own erection emerged from the topmost slit, brushing against Steve's even as he kept their hips protectively close.]

I like being warm. Like when I used to lay on the beach in the afternoon sun. Have you done that before?

[ Steve was relaxing, feeling the way the water turned all around them, when Bucky was keeping him safe and close to him. Tides tended to be dangerous things, but he knew his best friend was savvy enough to keep them out of it.

For now, he was much more interested in exploring the slit, eyes widening at the way he saw his cock ease out from it, swollen and gorgeous -- and if they were to mate here, why not, right?

He kissed him softly, trying to get Bucky to relax as he continued exploring, rubbing his cock, cupping his balls before stroking over the scales that parted around it. It was fascinating, captivating, and he smiled at that comment. ] You're like a cat. A cat in the sea. [ He rubbed their erections together, velvety friction in the cool water. ] Never had the time to. Do you do that naked?

[He tilted his head down, watching Steve's fingers explore as his own pushed deeper into his friend's ass. Did it feel as good for Steve as it did for him? He undulated to keep them at the same level in the water, scales catching the fading light.

He kissed Steve more aggressively, excited and pleased to be close to the other boy. He issued a throaty trill at the groping, his hips pressing into Steve's hand when their erections rubbed together, and he dropped a hand around both of them and stroking together. It felt amazing.]

Do I ever wear clothes? It's best naked so the sun can kiss your skin.

[He was lounging in the bathtub again. He had been doing so more and more lately, content with the current small confines even if there was the pressing need to go back to his home. Steve could not follow him permanently, so he was resisting the urge to head back to the waters that he had once been so used to in case there was no want or will to leave them again. For now, he was satisfied crammed into the small confines of the bathtub, water dangerously close to overflowing.

His tail flicked gently in the water, arms folded on the edge of the tub as he rested his cheek on his bare stacked arms. This was as close to resting when Steve wasn't around, his ears perked to any sound and his body ready and willing to haul itself out and crawl dangerously at anything that might be a threat to him or this place that Steve called him.

Possessiveness of space was not something that he generally found himself being; he coveted objects, people and food sources (the fridge was the rare item he might guard). Lately, he was territorial of the apartment, which made SHIELD's job of keeping an eye on him and Steve far more difficult. It also made his secret more tedious when he was ready and willing to fling himself, scales still formed and all out a window at an agent perceived too close.

He sighed and shifted in the tub, fins flickering with a now constant healthy shimmer. He was putting on weight. He was remembering more slowly, helped along by Steve talking him through things. The only problems in his current world was a lack of the ocean, the continued presence of HYDRA around, and the slow swell of his belly. His hips were aching almost constantly as well.

It wasn't until he became aware of a distinct flutter as he lounged in the tub that, at first, confused him. He took the time to study this oddity, like the flutter of thin seaweed in the current or more like the caress of butterfly wings. He rumbled a sound and the fluttering stopped again, and he passed it off as indigestion; he had eaten very well the day before. Then it returned again. And again.

And he was up and out of the tub, setting his hands down on the tiles so as not to drop on his belly. It was the natural order of things, he supposed, not that upset to realize the true meaning of everything. He slid like a snake along the bathroom floor to the edge, peering at the hardwood and remembering the house rule not to get it too wet.

Instead, he pushed himself up on his arms and craned his head out of the doorway. Then he worked his throat and issued a soft inquisitive trill in the hallways. It was his 'come and pick me up so I don't mess the floor' trill. It was followed with a general human inquiry.]

Steve? Steve, we have a pressing matter to discuss.

[ Things had settled down relatively well, of a sort -- they were still tricky, but Steve had been accustomed to what to expect when it came to Bucky and his instincts, and keeping his secret had been more crucial than ever, especially when SHIELD agents were still keeping an eye on them both.

With Bucky's recovery came a fiercer, more pointed protectiveness, both from himself and Steve; his mate was territorial, instinctively aggression when intruded upon, and Steve had taken every precaution not to have Bucky exposed, including setting some ground rules that required some getting used to. He'd noticed Bucky protecting their fridge even more, and it had been amusing, endearing; and he'd always noted how particularly protective he was when the fridge was stocked especially full.

But things were better between them -- things were good. Steve could never forget or forgive the way Bucky was treated, but Bucky's returning health had made him more relaxed, happier. He had found his meaning in life again, and he wasn't about to give it up.

He was reading in the living room tonight, enjoying the quiet evening when his ears pricked at the sweetly soft trilling Bucky issued from the doorway of the bathroom. By now, he knew all of those trills intimately enough to differentiate them. Some signified idle pleasure, others were a happy contentedness -- there was even a couple of indignant and confused ones; but no. This was fuller, and he was already halfway down the hallway before the words were even issued.

He tutted softly when he saw his lover in the doorway, and simply leaned down to pick him up bridal style in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before he took the man down the corridor. He was getting heavier, bigger, but he wisely made no comment. ]

What is it?

No, you haven't.

[ Steve admitted softly, because his Bucky was a proud creature, loving and loyal, and he loved him for all of it. Bucky's movements were fascinatingly hypnotic, drawing him on so many primal levels that he couldn't help but press closer to him, feeling the smear of cum against his skin.

He loved those hands on him, and his gaze was just as open and hungry, yearning for more that only Bucky could give. Rocking together, sticky and filthy but entirely happy to be enjoying this with him, he smiled, gentle but cheeky. ]

But there's always a first time for everything.

[ Steve loved the thrill, grinning as he moaned softly, squirming against him. He was tight, tighter than anything else, and he shifted, the discomfort twinging in the back of his mind as he felt the other's explorations. ]

Gentler.

[ He said quietly, because it ached, and he arched against the way Bucky's hand closed around them both, shuddering. ]

Where do you do your sunning?

[The shift was different and he relented slightly at the word, noting that Steve was not able to produce any manner of slick naturally? That was strange, but then again, humans were very strange creatures. His own body was willing to produce slick, mostly due to the need to protect the scales around those slits.]

Where is your slick, Steve? Do you need some of mine?

[His hips rocked with the grip of his hand, thrusting himself into the fist and rubbing their erections together. It felt almost as good as when Steve's mouth had been on him.]

In the South. The beaches are best when they are sandy. You can use logs and rock beaches, but it isn't as easy or comfortable.

[His eyes found his mate as soon as Steve entered his field of vision, though he had been aware of Steve's movements before then. His expression brightened and he obediently rolled over to accommodate being picked up, smoothing his fins so that there was how hazard from them as Steve's strong arm slid under his tail and picked him up.

He curled an arm around his mate's neck, both possessive and helpful, as he hummed at the kiss. He nestled his face into Steve's neck and playfully bit there. That was another problem (a good one) was that with health, happiness, and apparently pregnancy, his libido was high. Now he was all teasing, unwilling to get distracted now that he knew what the apparent problem was.]

I remembered something, and it's important. [He peered up at Steve, tilting his head.] First, why didn't you mate that woman when I was gone? Is it because you had no want to procreate?

[He nodded his head, pleased with himself for not having ever been reduce to such antics before, and he was willing to bet that he wouldn't have to reduce himself to it now either. His pride would not allow for such a thing, not after all he had done, all he had been through if his scars were any sign of the previous times.

One hand went up, exploring Steve's chest and the other moved in to wrap around his mate's length, stroking even as he rolled his body temptingly.]

I won't be the one begging, Steven Rogers. I'll see you trilling with pleasure though.

I -- [ Steve gasped, thrilling under the way Bucky was so attentive, easing up and giving him the reprieve that he needed to recover. ] I don't have slick.

[ Not the boys, anyway, and he looked a little uncomfortable, before he decides that he liked pleasing him better, his own hand wrapped around Bucky's so that they could rock into it. But he stopped him reluctantly, because his curiosity over Bucky's swollen little slit had captured him. ]

Mn -- we should go there someday. Sun ourselves on sandy beaches. [ He nudged his fingers gently against his best friend's slit again, surprised at how slick it was. ] Can I -- can I push inside you, Buck? I want to see what it's like.

[ Steve was definitely noticing the changes in his mood, the way Bucky seemed so agreeable now, spoiling for affection and love, protective of babies, of all things, when he usually wouldn't have bothered about them. But it mattered little when Bucky became happier, healthier, recovering more and more of himself and taking himself back after what had been done to him before.

He cuddled Bucky close, even if the wetness was soaking through his shirt and sweatpants. It didn't matter, especially when Bucky was humming, the bite gentle and affectionate. He kissed him again, found his mouth to give him a proper one, but Bucky's sudden question threw him for a loop. ]

I wasn't interested in anyone when you were gone. [ He admitted quietly. ] It just -- didn't matter to me. Why?

Mmm, I'd like that. On your stomach. I'm going to make you feel good.

[ Steve would never make him do something he doesn't want to, and he kissed him in quiet apology, soothing him as he gently drew his hand away after a few thrusts into the pleasurable hold.

He wanted to be inside him again, to make love to him over and over so that all he remembered was tenderness. Love. ]

[After so long in the cold brutal environment of HYDRA, all of this could be overwhelming but wonderful. There were things that he remembered liking because Steve had re-introduced him to it, and it was easier to accept that he had once had a life with his mate before he had lost an arm, went to war, and became nothing more than a killer for political reasons rather than his usual natural ones. It was different, but now life with Steve was good. Now if only HYDRA and SHIELD would leave them alone permanently.

He was drying rapidly, the water absorbing into his scales as they began to soften with the water and be retracted into his skin. He leaned up and nuzzled Steve's face with his nose, nipping at the side of his friend's jaw before their lips met, and his arms tightened in response, protective.]

There is something... maybe someone... inside of me that isn't me. [He peered at Steve to judge his mate's reaction.] There were... experiments at HYDRA. There was a 'she' once, but she... died.

This isn't the Little Mermaid

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