This isn't the Little Mermaid

[nonfrangible]

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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[disassembling]

[His mismatched hands reached back and caught on the back of Steve's head, stroking his fingers there awkwardly, as if he had forgotten how to show such affection. Yet, something about the simple act of touch settled him more, the ability to be this close to Steve, who impressed him as his most important person.

Yet, he turned his head to regard the blond at the request. He looked at the black rough hide that made up his scarred legs and slowly moved them together. Within seconds, the change completed and his hide rose completely in hard scaling, pale underside and dark scales on the back and sides. They lost their dullness, though scars marred his hide. The dark scaling was streaked with hints of colour in the light, mostly red.

His fins were full but frayed at the edges. The fullness of his tail pushed out of the tub and rested against the tiles above. He let out a soft sound as his eyes closed, an instinctive note that he used only for Steve in this form, a musical note of inquiry, of call for his soulmate.]

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I'm here, I'm here.

[ He knew that sound, that heartbreaking, aching sound, and he answered with a soft hum that would be so crude to Bucky's ears, but he gripped him tighter when he saw his tail, his face buried in the curve of his throat. And if Bucky felt hot drops on his skin right there, well.

Steve had seen everything now, the things that HYDRA had done to his soulmate, the way they had hurt him. The red streaks hadn't been there before, they were never there, and his hands came to smooth over his torso in comfort as he shuddered under him.

Bucky, his Bucky... ]

I'm sorry. [ He said quietly. ] I'm sorry I couldn't save you. [ His tail had been so very beautiful, but now... his hand smoothed over those scales, as if he could massage the color and vibrancy back into it. ]

[disassembling]

Ah. I missed you. I think.

[The hum was the note that struck with him in a manner that he hadn't entirely knew he longed for until it had come. Found. He was found, and they were together, even if it was just in a small cramped bathtub in the middle of a giant city. Here, in the wet and the cold bathtub, he was at peace for the first time in so long.

His fingers smoothed up the back of Steve's head, caressing and searching, exploring with increasing desperation. He touched everything from Steve's ears and forehead to the back of his mate's neck, needing to feel and memorize it all over again. And he knew he had never, ever given up their secret, the depth of their bond.

He rolled his scales into Steve's hand.] There is nothing to apologize for. You're here with me now; I found you again.

[And suddenly he knew.] Steve... I want to see the sea.

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I missed you too. I love you.

[ He hummed again, the way they'd discovered the note a long time ago and had both decided belonged to Bucky. He'd hummed it to himself even when he woke from the ice, and he pressed against him, kissing his fingers, leaning close, determined to be pressed into him.

He would never give up their secret, never betray Bucky, and he kissed his shoulder, his jaw, nuzzling against him until he realized what he was saying. ]

We will, soon. [ He sighed softly. ] Do you miss that, too? It was your home.

[disassembling]

Is this what love is?

[Yet, he was plainly assured at the note that Steve sounded, and his back flexed against the rumble of Steve's chest in response. His tail, though scarred, shifted easily in the limited space, vibrancy gradual to return to the scales that hadn't been scarred up. He hummed his own sound to Steve.

Slowly he shifted, flipping himself over so that they lay chest to chest, his arms curling around Steve's shoulders. Everything of his own sex was internalized for the time being, but he was aware of the maleness of Steve against his pelvis.]

I might. Being here in the salt water makes me think I should be at the sea. With you.

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What is?

[ Steve blinked, but his attention was drawn to the color that was slowly filling his tail, the fins that were starting to look more vibrant. But nothing could clearly be done for the ones that were discolored and scarred, and he bit his lip.

And when Bucky shifted so that he rested on his chest, Steve was momentarily embarrassed by the way he was pressed, his cock half-hard against those smooth scales. He knew Bucky knew it, too, but he hadn't said a word, and Steve wouldn't, too, not when he was too busy wrapping his own arms around him, hands stroking over his torso, his shoulders, over the smooth scales, as if to remind himself that his Bucky was home, right there in his true form. ]

Let's go soon. [ He said quietly, after a moment. Fury was still watching them closely, and Steve had their secret to keep. Steve nuzzled him, fingers tangled in his hair. ] We'll go to where the waters are warm.

[disassembling]

This. Being together in the bath, rubbing skin and scales.

[He was keenly aware of Steve in this form more than any other. The fins along his spine rose on their spines, looking almost translucent in the clear water, a simmer of a rainbow of colour to them that came with adulthood for his race. He was able to shiver them along alluringly.

His hips shifted, the scales on his underside smaller and far more smooth than the armour along his back. He slowly rubbed them against the sign of his mate's interest, the corner of his lip twitching in a faint but failed attempt at a smile. He was secure here in the bath, here with Steve's arms around him.]

Yes, just the two of us. I want to swim with you again, to feel what it's like. [He began to lip at Steve's chin affectionately.]

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Yes. Skin and scales in the water.

[ Steve said quietly, gently moving his head so that he could catch his mouth in a slow, loving kiss -- he was not immune to Bucky's allure, not really, drawn to him when he saw the shimmer, his cock jumping, filling in response to his beloved's display.

He felt Bucky shift, and it was almost playful, the way he encouraged it, and he groaned, his hand stroking along Bucky's spine. ] And more than that, too. Love is much more than that. It's you and me, together all the time. [ He nudged against him. ] How about next Wednesday? I'll get a flight out for us.

[disassembling]

Just like now. As it should be, as I haven't been allowed in a very, very long time.]

[Time was relative for him, and he tended to live for the here and the now. Steve made time stand still, especially with that slow kiss that drew him out of himself to respond as his eyes slid shut and a soft throaty - almost human - noise emerged from his chest. His hips undulated subtly as his scales felt like they were tightening and new colour rose in the dark ones, advertising to Steve his own rising arousal.

His tail flipped and splashed into the water, spilling some over the side as he stroked a hand down Steve's shoulder, then ribs, then side and hip until he pushed it between their hips to grasp his mate's arousal and carefully stroked.]

I need to be together with you now. And time doesn't matter when I'm with you.

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[ It hurt for him to know that Bucky was still alive, kept from being with him for so many years, and he hated every moment of it. ] No one's going to separate us again.

[ He promised, his hips grinding up into his mate's talented fingers, trusting in the wicked claws and knowing that he wouldn't hurt him. He was thick and long, flushed deep with need, reveling in the growl that he heard from Bucky. He hadn't heard that one in so long, keenly aware of how his Bucky was ready to be mated, penetrated.

For them, it was comfort, for them, it was coming together again, and when Bucky spoke his intentions Steve didn't hesitate -- he knew what it meant to him, his beloved. He knew the comfort he took from it. With a soft sigh, he shuddered, a hand coming between them to rub at Bucky's scales, to rub against where his cock was hidden, wanting to seek him out, to give him pleasure and comfort. ]

Open up for me, Buck. Let me inside you.

[disassembling]

[No, he agreed that no one would separate them again, not now that they had found each other again after so long. He might not remember most of their time together, but Steve could tell him, a reservoir of their memories together, a treasure trove of experiences that he needed to have again.

His hand stroked as his hips shifted with a strange impatience that he couldn't remember having before. Parts of him swelled, uncomfortable in their hidden compartments, and Steve's hand sliding over his scales earned a near violent gasp in pleasure that rippled down his scales and flooding them with vibrancy and colouration.

He bowed his head against Steve's neck, working his hips upwards as his hand guided his mate up against the slit on his underside. He abandoned Steve there and rocked his hips in welcome, relaxing muscles and pressing down on his mate's impressive erection.]

Ah...!

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[ And Bucky, so impossibly warm, so tight and slippery around him that Steve was filled with a ferocious possessiveness, a love that made him grip Bucky tighter, claiming him when his mouth sought his, to swallow the sound of pleasure that he made. The water splashed out all around them, but Steve didn't care -- all he cared was that his mate was displaying his colors for him again, the pleasure bringing him back.

They would work it all out, he knew it, and he grasped his own cock to push it up into him, feeling the way his mate sheathed him so tightly. He took his time with him, inviting Bucky to curl his tail under him while he took him, made him his all over again. ]

Mine. [ He promised against his mouth, lip scraping against teeth, allowing them to draw droplets of his own blood. He drew out, plunged into him sharply again, rutting into his welcoming heat, acknowledging the way he sheathed him so lovingly. ] Bucky, you're all mine.

[disassembling]

[It was an invasion to private yet so deeply lodged into his mind that he stilled his hips when perhaps a younger male might have thrashed and sent water everywhere. He let Steve inside of him, filling his tightness so completely and slowly that it was so easy to accept the arrangement as perfectly natural.

They had done this many times before, he knew based on how his muscled gripped Steve possessively in return. His tail shifted, struggling in the confines of the tub to curl around Steve's legs and hold his mate to him, aligning their hips so that he could roll and undulate his body in the most pleasurable motions.

He exploded musical sound as Steve thrust into him again, and his arms curled desperately tight around his mate. If they had been in open water, he would have rolled and twisted them together, playful and excited, relishing their freedom of motion. Instead, they were trapped in a small bathtub making the most of the situation.]

And you're mine. No one claims you as I do, as I allow you to do me.

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[ He wanted so badly to be in open water again, he wanted to be so deep inside his mate with nothing but sea all around them, when they were free and Bucky danced and sang and trilled with joy that would fill his ears, his heart even as Steve filled him.

But they would make do for now, re-establishing the age-old connection that leapt to life between them, the closeness that they had together, the love that burned so strongly. He kissed him, again and again, safe in the curl of Bucky's tail and the song of his passion.

He ached for him, desperate to bury himself inside the welcoming sweetness of Bucky's sheath, and he mated him like a male would his female, thrusting with an animalistic passion, firm and not gentle -- they didn't need gentle, not this time, and his hands stroked over where he was parted around him, rubbing the sensitive scales, the slit that held him inside. ] Always.

[disassembling]

[Everything that he was, the tattered remains of himself that still existed and were starting to heal slowly, clung to Steve. His left hand banged hard on the tiles behind his mate's head, cracking them as his tail thrashed back and forth with both passion and frustration.

So much had been stolen from him. Even now, so little of what he had been had been compressed down to this, unable to give Steve what he felt his mate deserved. His voice refused to rise in the playful passionate trilling or huffing breaths as he twisted them together. He had a vague sense that that was what was supposed to happen as they both fought and engaged one another.

Now his hips rocked and roughly slammed down on Steve's as he tried to take his mate deeper, to fill the void left behind from so much being pulled out slowly. It felt good, the motions of Steve's hand gripping him, the power of his tail constricting, and he attempted to roll them, but he hit his back on the side of the tub and snarled in frustration and heightened his passion.

His mouth sought Steve's desperately as his metal arm shifted away, gripped the edge of the tub as he rolled them back to their original positions of him on top of Steve. His hips responded to the probing stroking fingers, shuddering along his body as he thrust and rubbed harder, desperate and needy.]

Hold onto me. Tight and hard, don't let go. Do it.

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[ He won't. He won't ever let go of him again, and Steve grasped him bruisingly tight, feeling the way his mate's powerful tail coiled around him, binding them together like they'd always been ebfore they were separated for more than a lifetime.

He could taste Bucky's frustration because it was his own, because this was not enough and Steve tasted the bittersweetness, the pain that Bucky felt -- there was no trilling, not now, and he could feel his own heart breaking as they joined, again and again. So much of his Bucky was lost to them both, and Steve knew that tonight was all about comfort, coming together to try to mend what was broken.

He moved with him, kissing him hard, ignoring the crack in the wall and the noise and all the water spilling out of the tub. He didn't care for anything but Bucky's yielding heat, the shudder that he inspired and he worked to sate him like he'd always had. His hips jerked against his violently, forcefully, breaking the kiss only to track lovebites down his throat, to mark him as his all over again.

Steve's fingers still explored, stroked, spread him open a little more so he could slam up inside of him just a little harder. ] Never gonna let you go again.

[disassembling]

[He thrashed in Steve's grip, testing that it was as unyielding as he wanted it to be, as he needed it to be for this. It had been so long; he didn't remember more than an illusion of this pleasure ground out of him, but now it flared along his scales and how he tightened his tail so his scales scraped Steve's ankles and legs.

Mating was a rough affair. It could be no other way for the sea was rough and unfair. It required of them the same that they required of it. Here in the bathtub it was a pathetic attempt to recreate what they should be doing.

So he stopped trying to pretend, a husky noise of pleasure leaving him as his flesh arm snaked up Steve's back and held their chests firm together, and only the words confirmed to him what he wanted to hear. His metal arm gripped the tub edge, and he suddenly moved with a particularly harsh thrust from his mate, flipping them literally out of the tub onto the bathroom floor.

The tiles were cold but wet as he landed on his back, cushioning Steve's fall with his body and using the new freedom to move his tail around Steve's legs more tightly in a more appropriate tightness. His hands grasped Steve's face so that he could kiss his mate brutally and with enough teeth to taste blood. And then the struggle began anew now that he could twist and turn them with more freedom.]

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[ And mating like this was everything Steve had dreamed of and wanted -- they were no strangers to ferocious lovemaking, to becoming joined with each other, hunting and catching and dominating, surrendering, sharing the pleasure they had with each other.

He felt the surge when Bucky flipped them out of the tub, but he got his bearings on the slippery floor quickly enough, bracing himself against it, legs on either side of his tail, thrust deep inside of him still.

Steve panted, hungry for more as he kissed him back, sharing blood and burning desire. He was fucking him harder now, faster, heavy balls slapping up against those scales; and Steve hurt with how much he wanted to come inside of him, to fill him up and ravish him, leave his lover sated and aching.

Their bodies twisted, molded together, with Steve pinning Bucky to the tile, a hand coming to cup the back of his head as he growled softly. ]

Are you hurt--?

[disassembling]

[The pleasure was building to the point of being painful, and he growled and thrashed as Steve pinned him to the tiles. It was perfect, the weight of his mate on him, the deep, hard and demanding thrusting that had his hips rolling and following naturally each shove forward inside of him.

His arms tightened like bruising vices across Steve's back and shoulders, his tail flipping side to side as his body undulated against his mate's, all muscle and colour and proud display. He was getting close to that ultimate pleasure, wanting it and being curious of it as he no longer had any particular notion of what it would feel like aside from a crashing wave.

He rolled his shoulders first and then his head in Steve's grip, baring his sharp rows of teeth in a feral challenge. They certainly weren't finish.]

More!

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[ Steve took up that challenge, fierce delight and realization when he saw more of him back again, when the intense pleasure brought pieces of him back, and this, he was familiar with this one. Bucky was gentle with him when he was smaller, but no more, when he became big and strong and he could rut into Bucky fiercely, dominant and submissive all at once.

He gripped him tighter, wanting to push him right over that edge; wanting him to crest that -- and he pushed another finger inside of him, too. They were in real danger of cracking the tiles, as he straightened and slammed up into him, free hand gripping his tail tightly. ] Tighter, Buck. Like you want to milk every drop out of me.

[disassembling]

[He blew air violently from his lungs, a fierce challenge that if Steve couldn't hold him down, couldn't give him what he demanded, couldn't fight him, then he would simply flip their position and do an exchange. He felt wild and free, thrashing and displaying himself as his mate delve deeply, stirring old instincts long repressed.

He groaned at the new finger, his muscles responding by tightly grasping both erection and finger like they might never escape him. He rolled his tail slightly, his fins shivering with a rainbow of colour, slapping in the water on the tile with a alluring motion that was all for Steve but no less predatory.

He couldn't remember how many fish he had drawn in fluttering his fins that way, but it had been many. He leaned up to snap his teeth at Steve's face, all threat and danger without any want to find flesh. He undulated harder still, a soft noise that was a broken attempt at a trill, like he had forgotten how. So close...]

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[ Steve's grip tightened on him, muscles bulging -- they were more than evenly matched now, and he knew that Bucky had grown to like being pinned down, provided for and fought against. He loved it, enjoyed the colours that came to life, the way he gripped him so tightly, so greedily that it took his breath away.

And there, right there -- right when his lover was squirming under him, far too beautiful and magnificently alluring for his own good, the start of a familiar, beloved half-trill, something broken, something thin, but it was better than nothing. ]

You're close, baby. [ Steve said quietly, when he pounded into him, drawn to the fluttering of those exquisite fins, drowning in the way Bucky was so captivating even now. He snapped his teeth right back, much blunter, but pleased.

He enjoyed the show, and ground his hips to reward him, pushing in a second finger as it rubbed up against his smooth insides. ] Look at you, you're so beautiful. You'd make everyone want to take you. Mate you.

[disassembling]

[He was, closer to the edge of sensation than he had ever been. It was all because of Steve, especially they way that they fought one another on such an even field that his ardor was beyond anything he could imagine at any other time. He was drowning, and he didn't even care, not with how he gasped and thrashed on the tiled floor.

He throat closed over the broken sound, ending it abruptly and his grip tightened around Steve with arms first and then his tail flexed and began to wind harder as his hips lost their balanced thrusting to be erratic and full of a desperation. The side of his tail slammed into the toilet and then off to the other side to hit the wall, knocking a towel to the floor.

He arched under the confines of Steve's grip and shuddered as he came, the wash of a wave so powerful, it felt like he couldn't hold on, cut adrift in a tumult sea. He gave a shout, human and full of shocked pleasure as his muscled gripped Steve's erection and fingers, his tail tightening so there could be little more thrusting and only their ultimate coming together.]

Yours... only...

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[ His. Steve sealed that promise as he was pinned to his lover's body, feeling the way Bucky's tail wrapped tightly around him, not allowing him to thrust. He was buried so deeply inside Bucky's pulsing, filling heat, hearing the incredible sound of his pleasure.

Bucky's orgasm pushed him over the edge, and he pushed him down, kept him pinned when he came, too, hot, sticky spurts of come filling him inside with every shallow thrust, tucked so snugly against him.

He loved the noises Bucky made, unapologetic even if he would have to fend off questions from interested neighbors the next morning. No, this was proof that he finally had his Bucky back, and there was hope for them yet.

His bathroom would most probably be wrecked but it didn't matter, he kissed him hard, tasted blood and swallowed it down with every liquid burst of seed spilled inside of Bucky. Eventually, Steve was still, resting, breathing hard above him. Then, because he'd always been full of sass, he mused: ]

There goes my security deposit.

[disassembling]

[His muscles contracted around Steve buried deeply inside of him, his hips rocking to keep those little thrusts coming as they were sealed together. He was keenly aware of the warmth spreading inside of him, and he sighed in both relief and a sense of emotional exhaustion as they rocked together.

His own seed coated his scales and some of Steve's belly, overflow from where he was still hidden but no longer uncomfortable. He smoothed a hand down his mate's back, careful with his claws though still using them with the utmost care of brushing them along Steve's wet skin.

He relaxed under the safe and familiar weight of Steve, letting his lover direct the kiss and tasted just as much blood, cutting his own lip on purpose for that. Just another way that they were sealed together. The colour from his tail slowly melted away to their usual adult hues.

At the sass, he looked around the bathroom. The toilet survived, but there was a dent in the wall.]

Hmpt, better than me breaking the bathtub open. At least now the water damage will be minimal. And there is still always the option that I eat your landlord.