This isn't the Little Mermaid

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Who: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers
When: Various
What: Mermaid AU - Bucky is a mermaid, an apex predator with a curiosity of humans and grows fond of Steve Rogers.
Warnings: Gore, killing for the purpose of feeding, Steve getting into trouble.

Starters inside.

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[ The music was hauntingly beautiful, exquisite, and Steve was wide-eyed, pausing only for a moment to listen to it, entranced by the way Bucky sang. His cock twitched inside of him in response, and he hadn't moved, not yet, even when he was cradled so intimately in his best friend's arms.

He swallowed, then nuzzled his neck, not wanting him to stop. The sleekness of that powerful tail wrapped around him only made Steve more passionate, more wanting, and he shivered, before he moved faintly, gently thrusting into him. He was overwhelmed by it, the sensation of actually being inside Bucky, the way he accepted him so readily, and he hummed. ]

You're so special to me too, Bucky.

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[It wasn't often that he sang at the outskirts of the harbour, mostly because the sound of the engines off-set the sound he would make. Still, he sang and fish schools swam around them, both to investigate the activity and drawn to his noise. Such simple creatures couldn't resist, but only Steve could understand and enjoy the nature of his song.

He twisted them around, his fins shimmering with colour to show his pleasure, and he tipped his head back as he rubbed his trapped erection against Steve's hips, needing that. His song tone changed with the initial thrusting, driving the fish away so that this moment was between himself and Steve alone.]

On the surface tonight, I want you to sing for me.

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[ Bucky's singing was incredible, overwhelming, drawing every possible emotion out of him as he listened, hypnotized and helpless under his best friend's song. He couldn't fault the fish for drawing near, not when he was just as entranced, understanding it as he watched the colors on his fins shimmer.

Bucky was so, so very beautiful, and he was giddy with love as he made love to him, thrusting inside of his lover as he changed his tune. It was something more intimate, theirs, and Steve shivered against him, smitten. ]

Mmm -- but your singing is much better.

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[There was something so empowering in finding Steve's gaze on him like that. It was like he was the only one on the land or sea that could attract his friend's attention in such a way. It made it so easy to fall into this pleasure that they were sharing together for the second time in so many hours. He felt so complete, no longer alone and searching for something. It had been found in Steve.

He followed the motions set by his friend, thrusting his hips against Steve's as he held the other boy close as he cut through the water. It felt so good, his body warm and flush with life as he nipped carefully at Steve's jawline.]

How do you know if you've never sung for me?

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I sing in the shower.

[ And that response is so unexpectedly mundane, and just a touch sullen that Steve can't help but be quite bemused at it. ] Neighbors start yelling -- and it's not because I sing well.

[ He grunts softly, bottoms out inside of him, impossibly intimate and loving, and he grips him tighter, legs wrapped around his bigger best friend, lover. ]

Don't stop singing, Bucky.

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[That answer was so unexpected that he laughed musically, twisting them in the water even as their hips continued with the rhythm of thrusting. His hands smoothed down the length of Steve's thin back, feeling each rib far too easily but still laughing. He knew what a shower was, and he found bathtubs fascinating places.] I will appreciate your singing even if you are not as good as I am.

[He trilled at the seal of their hips together, Steve so deeply inside of him that he almost stilled to let the other body do all the work so he can just savour it. He doesn't though, and his hips thrust back as his hands finally latch themselves onto Steve's ass cheeks, making his friend and mate thrust harder and continually bottom out inside of him.]

As you request. [His singing started again, filling the waters around them with two-tone musical notes, punctuated with his rising pleasure.]

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[ 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 --

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[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.]