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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[ 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.

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No eating, I like my landlord.

[ Steve said gently; happy and contented at being one with Bucky again, like they were always meant to be. He tracked his fingers down his scales and swiped up some of Bucky's come, licking it off and tasting him again.

He'd missed him so, and he laughed softly, tasting Bucky's salty, tangy blood in his mouth and deciding to enjoy it, knowing that he meant to share. He nuzzled against him, gently coaxing Bucky's cock from where he'd been hidden, drawing it out to stroke him fondly, lovingly, watching milky-white seed leak out from it. ]

Missed this too. Never thought being inside you would feel this good again.

[disassembling]

Hmpt, you and your human attachments.

[He relented, mostly because he wasn't hungry at the moment anyway. No, he was sated in a manner that he hadn't realized had been missing until he found himself laying on the floor of a wet bathroom with Steve over top of him. He hissed in quiet approval to Steve tasting more than his blood, relaxing against the floor even as his scales between their bodies began to dry out.

He buried his fingers into Steve's hair, nuzzling back far more roughly before he inhaled sharply and squirmed as he was teased out in the open, half-erect despite orgasm. He released his tail from around Steve and arched his hips towards that stroking hand.]

Again? You say it always feels good. The ice addled your brain, since I'm the forgetful one.

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You addle me.

[ He laughed softly, before he started to get off of the floor, arms coming to help tuck Bucky against him so that they didn't have to separate from each other. He could fall asleep inside Bucky if that came to pass, seriously, and he enjoyed the nuzzling, the squirming, enjoying how reactive, how beautiful he was.

He missed the rainbow colors Bucky displayed, but it was okay. He was carrying them both to their bed now; snagging two towels along the way and helping Bucky dry off half-heartedly with one. ]

I'm not done with you yet.

[disassembling]

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?

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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.

[disassembling]

[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.

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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.

[disassembling]

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.]

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[ 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.