spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

That is pleasing.

[He wrapped his arms around Steve to help bear some of his own weight even as he was removed from the wet tiles and abandoning the bathtub full of cooling water. He shifted his tail to one side so that where his fins dragged, it wouldn't hinder his mate from carrying him.

Now that he was off the water, his scales began to absorb it rapidly, drinking it all in and sealing up the porous nature of his being, far more enhanced than it ever had been when he was younger. The towel helped, but his scales were already softening by the time they reached the bedroom and being drawn under his skin again. His legs were the last to separate, which made their current position hilariously awkward.]

And what do you have planned?

I'm showing you, not telling you.

[ Awkward, but Steve adjusted anyway, too used to Bucky's transformations to make a big deal out of it. He nuzzled his neck, watching him shift back anyway. He set him on the bed and inadvertently had to ease out of him, but he crawled onto the bed with him soon after, helping to towel them both off so the bed wasn't clammy and uncomfortable.

Settling in with him, he looked downwards, thumb stroking up and down the underside of Bucky's cock, casual as you please -- like Bucky's body had always belonged to him. ] But here's a clue: you won't be sleeping much tonight.

[He narrowed his eyes, but Steve so infrequently denied him anything since he had come back and found limited freedom that he knew better than to ask. He knew he would be shown, and that was enough for him. A part of him long buried rose with the curiosity of the situation.

He snatched one towel and rubbed Steve down like it was his right and duty to do so, leaving the semen stains on his mate's belly as his own personal advertisement on who Steve belonged to. He lay back on the bed, his legs lazily parted and wiggled himself deeper into the blankets, a shudder running through him at the casual certainty of that touch.]

Good, sleeping is when I'm vulnerable. I'd prefer to be awake with you.

You can be vulnerable with me.

[ It hurt him still, to know that Bucky was still skittish, unwilling to go to sleep when he needed it -- it angered him to know that HYDRA did this to him, and Steve would not be forgiving to them for it. He stroked the back of his thigh and pulled him close, happy to be rubbed down by him.

He liked the drying semen on his stomach; it meant that he was being marked, and he tugged the blankets over them just as easily, letting him snuggle down with him. ] I will kill them all for you, Bucky. [ His eyes darken. ] Take them apart and make sure none of them are alive to hurt you again.

I know.

[And he did. Steve was the one single salvation in his world right now, the one person who understood his true nature, the one who kept his ultimate secret safe. He could sleep and twitch and give away his pain with his mate, but he had seen the sadness and anger in Steve's eyes and didn't want to bring that about constantly.

He threw towel aside and curled his hands up the length of Steve's back as they settled down under the warm dryness of the blankets. This was a human pleasure, and he enjoyed it with Steve alone.]

I know. They aren't even worth eating. [Which said quite a bit as he could and generally would eat anything.]

[ 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.

[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.

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.

[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?

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 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.]

[ 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.

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.

[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.

[ 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.

[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.

[ Considering how reckless Steve was when he was small (he was actually a lot worse when he was smaller), he probably would have mingled their blood like this, too. After all, his myriad health conditions hadn't succeeded in killing him so far, so what was mixing some blood?

But now, now it was a brand new thing, it was perfect, as natural as life itself, and Steve rubbed against Bucky's palm, getting more of their blood on it. His hands roamed, moved over his body, fingers playing with the shaft of his cock, rubbing over the ridged underside of it.

He sighed quietly, his heart breaking at those words before he kissed him again, his throat, over his pulse, gently biting to claim, to soothe. ] Let's do both. We'll make more, and I'll help you to remember. [ He paused, then continued. ] I love you.

[His palm stroked Steve's shoulder even as his mate pressed into it, though he knew by now that it was pointless. They had mingled all the blood that they could, and at the rate that Steve healed, he knew that it was over. The deed was still done, a new bond between them that not even HYDRA could take away, not anymore at least.

He pressed his hips forward, offering himself even as he held his submissive posture longer than he thought he could have. The bite sent a shiver down his spine followed with a groan of need.] More please... let me feel...

[He shivered at those three meaningful words, ready to reply in kind before the words caught in his throat and choked him. How could he say such a thing when he didn't know for absolutely certain? His emotions had been beaten and torn apart, and those he had were often negative or confusing to deal with. He thrashed slightly on the bed, moving to roll away, hating himself for his failure. The Winter Soldier failed at nothing, yet here he was doing just that.] ...I can't... I don't know. Steve, I'm a shadow of who you knew...

[ Steve shook his head as he moved above him, shifting to comfort, to push himself inside of his lover's body again, mating him smoothly, slickly, filling him up as a hand moved to close gently over his throat. ]

No, you're not.

[ He said firmly, when he was seated inside of him again -- Bucky's body remembered him; his soul, the very battered fragments of it that was still left. They could regain it again, make something new, restore Bucky even if he wouldn't be what he was before. ] You've been through so much, Buck. You endured what most people couldn't.

[ His mouth found his, and he started to move, wanting Bucky to find solace in something this primitive and important, so very crucial to them both when they come together, two bodies as one, as they always were. ] I loved you when I first saw you. I still love you now, no matter what you become. [ He found his mouth, drew him into a slow, burning kiss. ]

[He inhaled sharply when, instead of letting him get away, Steve sealed them together again, his hips rolling invitingly with the new hard invasion to his body. It rekindled the fire that had threatened to go out a moment before, and he groaned and settled back against the mattress, tipped his knees towards his chest as he finally dipped his head out of the submissive posture.

He reached up, cupping his mismatched hands around Steve's neck and just holding his mate. This loyalty was something he needed so badly, something he wanted to give back and more.] You say things that humans only seem to know... I will never entirely understand the fierceness of your loyalty, but it's mine.

[He rolled his hips with each thrust, pulling Steve over him more, falling into the sensation that their mating bodies produced. He gave himself entirely to that kiss, aggressively attacking Steve's lips but relenting here and there, letting his mate's tongue in his mouth, careful of his teeth but needing this connection. He made a soft throaty sound, both demand and plea for more.]

Baby, it was always yours.

[ Steve breathed, low and quiet as he kept him still, his cock buried deep inside his mate keeping him pinned, unable to retreat from him. All that Bucky was belonged to him, wounds and strengths alike.

He took his lover's surrender and submission, lavished him with reverent affection and worship, mouth exploring his own, passionate and loving. He would lay his life at Bucky's feet, be his sword and shield, and he smiled against his mouth.

Reaching between their bodies, he grasped his mate's cock and stroked him, possessive and firm. ] You are promised to me, for better or worse. I'm claiming you again.

[The inactivity earned a growl of frustration, a desperation as his fingers tightened possessively on Steve's neck as they kissed away any doubts. He was filled with heat again, wanton and needy as he had never been while in HYDRA's hands. Only Steve understood what he had done long ago in befriending that little boy, and only Steve understood now how close they really were.

They were defenders of one another, husbands first, and prizes of humanity second.

His hips rocked forward into Steve's hand, a hard groan escaping into Steve's mouth.] Do it. I don't want to think of anything but you for the rest of the night.

[ Steve would be Bucky's husband, first and always -- before he was anyone else. Bucky had loved him, seen him for who he was and believed in him anyway. For that, Steve owed him everything.

He could feel that groan, could hear it against his mouth, and he moved then, long, fluid thrusts that sunk in deep and pulled out, over and over again. This was so much more than pleasure for them; this was a connection built and forged over a lifetime, a powerful reaffirmation of what they were to each other.

Steve's mouth found his pulse again, sucking a vivid kiss bruise onto his skin before he guided Bucky's legs to wrap around him. ] We'll make new memories. [ He smiled a little. ] Even if a lot of them is going to make you blush. Touch yourself for me.

[His body rolled with the strong motions of Steve's hips, wanting more of that heat and how the thickness of his mate inside of him, filling the corners of emptiness. His hands slid away from Steve's neck as he curled his legs around the other man's hips, using them to force Steve harder and deeper inside of him with each thrust that they shared together.

His fingers played down the broad expanse of Steve's chest, memorizing it by feel. He wanted to know every single centimeter of flesh there, and he took his time sliding his palms and fingers as Steve marked him. It was hot against his skin, a little shock of pain that made his blood sing in his veins.

Yet, he bared his teeth at the outrageous notion that he would blush. How humiliating.] Me blush? Hardly, you are far more the innocent than I. [His metal hand left off its exploration to slip between their rocking bodies, stroking himself leisurely and making a show of it as he wriggled and writhed on the blankets.]

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