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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We can't touch here?

[They had been touching before, and this was all very curious and exciting for him! It was similar to smelling blood in the water, a reaction that he fought to control here as Steve was pressing in on him, and he tightened his grip until he could pick Steve up and twirl them in a circle like he had seen in the sea sometimes when...

...oh, were they doing that?]

Yes, yes, you're right. We have to be in the sea for that.

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[ Yes. Yes, they were doing that.

Steve smiled, embarrassed, before he took his hand, taking in the sight of Bucky's cock, so lovely and proud, jutting from between his thighs. ]

It's what we do in private on land. We can only do that in secret; if anyone sees, we'll be punished. They'll take you away from me.

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[James frowned at the sheer notion that they would be separated for rubbing skin together. That was such a backwards, absurd concept that he bared his teeth and shook his head as if he had the power to deny such logic.

He slipped his free hand between them, taking their erections in hand and stroking them both, surprised by how good it felt. How could anyone deny them this?]

No, nothing can take me away from you. I will eat them and take you back.

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[ Steve gasped, so hopelessly turned on that it almost hurt, and it was all he could do to thrust into his hand, already leaking sticky pre-cum, smeared all over Bucky's claws.

He pressed closer, shuddering as another little pulse of pre-cum spurted. ] Promise. Bucky, I -- want to do something with you.

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[Steve's reaction was both curious and arousing in a way he hadn't experienced before. He watched, standing close and protective as his hand moved over them both, the warm spreading in his body and causing his eyes to flutter.

Warmth that was not water came from Steve, and it was all he could do not to lift his hand away to taste it.] What is it? This is very nice...

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[ Steve paused for a moment, carefully looking around. No one came in here, not at this time -- they were all afraid, and not even the bravest boys would take the risk of getting hurt.

So he gently extricated himself from him, watching the way Bucky stared down at the fluids in his claws. He had better planned, and before long Steve was awkwardly on his knees before him, his mouth gently pressed against the head of Bucky's cock. ]

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[He growled a low warning sound when Steve stepped away from him, not pleased by it but letting the other boy go reluctantly. He blinked when Steve knelt, a clearly submissive position for humans as far as he could tell.

Curiosity overrode sense, and he inhaled sharply at the strangely wonderful sensation of Steve's lips on him. His hips bucked forward automatically, a little confused musical sound leaving his throat.]

Is this... is this how human's mate?

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Not really. It's for... pleasure.

[ Steve wasn't much of an expert on it, but this wasn't mating in the conventional sense of the word, right? Steve smiled when he heard that sweetly alluring little musical note, and decided that he wanted more, because he was parting soft red lips around it, taking the head of Bucky's cock into his mouth.

He was very careful, very aware of Bucky's reaction -- he didn't want him to panic or be overwhelmed, and he wanted to know just how much he was loved. ]

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For pleasure?

[Ah, so like how it felt when he sunned himself on a rock? Or he licked hot clotting blood off of his fingers? Or...

Oh!

He shuddered and made a shocked sound when Steve's hot little mouth around him, and his caused his hips to thrust forward in response. He was warm all over, concentrated where he was in wet heat, and he goggled down at Steve, blinking his eyes rapidly.]

Ah...! I'm mating your mouth!

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I want you to.

[ The words were almost inaudible, especially when Steve started to suck him gently and talk at the same time. He liked this, he liked that he was doing this to Bucky; he fought not to choke when he took his magnificently thick cock deeper into him, trying to accommodate, and he was only halfway when his small fingers came up to play with his balls, rubbing tentatively at the heavy sacs. ]

Do you like it?

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[His world, which was so wide open and full of freedom, narrowed to this single space, this boy on his knees, the smell of blood and death and the sea heavy in his nose, the cold cement under his feet. This... this was his world, and this boy was doing things to him that he had never imagined.

His fingers lifted and found purchase in Steve's hair, clinging to the other boy's head as musical trills were drawn from his throat when he could found no coherent words. His blue eyes were impossibly wide, and his hips rolled forward gently, slightly confused but eager to help, and his mouth hung open to let out those sounds.]

...more. [Ah, manners were important, Steve told him.] ...please more...

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[ And Bucky was so stunningly beautiful like this when he took his pleasure, when Steve gave it to him -- right there where the world came down to just them both.

He pressed into Bucky's grip boldly, because Steve was nothing if not aggressive, and he made a soft, choking noise -- not too quickly, Buck. Slowly. Slowly. His tongue laved at his shaft, traced over the underside of it, the rounded head pressed, now, against the back of his throat, lips red when stretched around the base of his cock. ]

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[He responded to Steve, to the other boy's touches and noises. He slowed, biting back his eagerness to feel more of this hot pleasure on his body, reigning himself in and finding that there was so much pleasure looking down at Steve knelt at his feet. Young and reckless they were, and it suddenly didn't matter.

He tilted his head back on his neck, mindful that there were humans that could hear, but he issued a soft song of pleasure for Steve's ears alone. His hips rolled forward gently, fingers exploring and smoothing on Steve's hair as his pleasure rose fast like the tide on a full moon.

He shifted on his feet, uncertain but unwilling to break away. It felt so good!]

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[ And with that sweet melody, Steve was more than taken in. He was captivated, decided that he would never get tired of having him sing his pleasure sweetly, just for his ears.

In fact, it only encouraged him, because when Bucky hesitated, Steve whined and pressed forward, letting his cock slip down his thin throat, tightening hard all around him, hot and soft and firm -- he wanted all of Bucky's pleasure, he wanted to taste him, and when his deft, mischievous fingers moved to press between the cheeks of his ass, what Steve wanted was obvious enough.

He wanted Bucky's first ejaculate to be his, every hot, sticky drop down his throat. ]

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[His throat worked on the soft tune, paltry and plain compared to what he could make in the sea. It was enough to express his pleasure better than attempts at human grunting and moaning. He was a creature of the sea, and he would make the appropriate noises for it despite being on land.

Yet, the song rose in octaves when Steve was suddenly swallowing him, and there was a moment of panic that the other boy was going to consume him! Then the tide struck him so fast, he hadn't the chance to pull away. Instead, he was orgasming with a shocked little high-pitched trill.

His hips pressed forward, his fingers tightening and his vision saw only bright lights as he gasped for air.] ...Steve...

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[ Steve didn't hesitate, and held him tight when he felt the first few spurts of come flood him, musky and bitter-salty and delicious, he swallowed around his cock over and over -- reveling in the crescendo of Bucky's song.

It would be seared in his memory, the way his lover sang, so sweet and so pure, the notes lilting in the cool evening where Steve was on his knees, swallowing every drop of thick, hot seed.

He nuzzled against him before he pulled away slowly, a trickle of come leaking from the side of his mouth. He coughed, and smiled up at him, breath catching at the sight of Bucky's face. ] Was that your first time?

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[Steve's hot little mouth was unrelenting and welcoming. His hips jigged forward with each contraction of his muscles, and it was a reaction he had definitely never felt before. For his race, he was still considered young, too young to have a mate, but here he was, taking one anyway.

He stepped back, his knees feeling weak and blinked down at Steve. He slowly sank to his knees in front of the other boy and leaned forward, licking the line of semen from Steve's mouth.] I... yes. It felt... how do you say... amazing?

[He suddenly kissed Steve hard, his hands grasping the other boy's head and not allowing Steve to get away from him. He sidled up, grinding one side of his hip into Steve's groin to see what sounds the other boy would make.]

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[ Evidently, Bucky didn't allow Steve the time to be smug and pleased and happy at being the first, at inspiring this in him -- he hadn't thought that he'd get such incredible results, especially when the other boy wiggled his hips at him, as if uncertain about his own orgasm.

Steve understood that, too -- he'd never done this with anyone else before; had only heard about it in hushed tones, jokes, had read about it in the privacy of his room, his curiosity inspiring him to search such things out discreetly.

He kissed him back, startled at the sudden surge in passion, and he groaned, whimpering softly against his mouth when he felt the jut of Bucky's hip rubbing against his painfully hard cock. ]

Bucky.

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[There was no allowance for smugness when they hadn't finished, when he hadn't experienced what it was like to be on the other side of that pleasure. He wanted to, now more than ever because it involved something that was suddenly and absolutely his.

Songs and giggling pregnant females of his family group were his only experiences. Then he'd been shuffled off and that was that. Then bachelor groups guffawed about it but with no experience.

His hip rubbed into Steve's erection before he was pushing the smaller body back against the rock base and suddenly kissing and nipping little red welts down the length of Steve's body, lower and lower and with an eagerness he didn't bother to hide. He was very mindful of his teeth as he kissed up the impressive length that Steve had.]

Mine. Say it.

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[ Steve felt the rock against his back, but he wasn't afraid, no -- he was here with Bucky, and when he felt those kisses, he shuddered, his cock twitching with arousal, leaking further because he'd never learned how to exclusively hold it in.

He'd been thinking about this for a long time, had always wondered what it would be like because he had nothing to compare it to, and when it was Bucky's turn to kiss his shaft, lips soft against his hard length, he squirmed -- he was sharing this with him, too. They were doing this with each other, and that was what mattered.

His fingers came to curl in Bucky's thick, dark hair. ]

Yours. Yours, Bucky.

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[His belly brushed against Steve's erection, smearing his own skin with the pre-cum and not caring as he lowered himself after taking his time to explore each one of those ribs that protruded too much, the flat of the other boy's belly and even running his lips over each swell of hips that should have by now been covered with muscle. No, not Steve. His friend fit the norm on nothing, and it drew him like a moth to flame.

He paused at the top of Steve's length and tilted his head quickly to one side and then the other. He rumbled a low sound, uncertain how to proceed with his sharp teeth certain to do damage if he lost even the smallest amount of control.]

Tell me if I hurt you at all... okay?

[He opened his mouth and experimentally took the head of Steve's erection into his mouth, sucking softly at first until the first taste found his tongue and then he was far more eager as he imitated his friend with some slow bobbing at first and then picking up speed as curiosity gave way to eagerness to please.]

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[ Bucky's eagerness to please is addicting -- it's new and overwhelming and Steve is taken aback by it, especially when he takes to it so easily, sinfully delectable mouth closing around him.

For a moment, he's worried about Bucky's sharp teeth, a part of him wanting to tell Bucky to take care -- but he trusts him, knows keenly that the other boy would never hurt him. See, between the two of them, Steve was still the more reckless one.

He groans softly, voice thick with pleasure. He doesn't sing the way Bucky does, but his pleasure is obvious all the same, eyes lidding with delight and joy as his fingers tangle in his hair.

His mouth feels so good wrapped around him, and Steve gasps, hips thrusting into his mouth with an insistence he can't keep in check; Bucky had better be extra careful with his teeth. ] Mmm -- you can't hurt me. More, please.

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[He was fascinated with how Steve showed his pleasure, the expression on the other boy's face especially. He had never seen that one before, so often Steve giving him small smiles or little glances or that stubborn cast which meant that some of the boy's strong values were being put to the test. He liked those expressions, but they were nothing like this.

He didn't dare move his head into the hands in his hair, putting all of his concentration on sucking and sliding his mouth up and down Steve's flesh. He dropped all the way, feeling it at the back of his throat, but his kind didn't have a gag reflex given how quickly they stuffed food in their mouths. He sank until the curls that surrounded Steve tickled his noise... earning a soft trill from him.

As he gained confidence, he picked up his speed, bobbing faster but still very mindful of his teeth. His fingers began to eagerly explore the slope and feel of Steve's thighs and ass, touching everything with wandering hands, his eyes fastened on the other boy's face.]

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[ Where Bucky was careful, Steve was much more reckless, very quickly overwhelmed by pleasure, his trust in Bucky's ability to keep him safe knowing no boundaries. His expression was open, blue eyes darkening with passion and incredible need.

He squirmed under him, gasping and keening with incredible passion; he'd never felt something like this before, pushing so deep inside of Bucky's throat -- there's something so very sinfully delightful about being buried inside him, when he saw his lover's pretty little nose buried in dusky blond curls.

Steve gripped his hair but was careful not to hurt him, wiggling his ass into his touch and hissing softly. He couldn't look away, pinned under his gaze and thrilling under that sweet soft noise. ]

Do that again. [ He said breathlessly. ] Trill for me again.

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[There was something that made him want to devour Steve in a manner that had nothing to do with predatory intent. Those blue eyes, the squirming and the noises generated for him (because of him) made him want to horde this treasure like he had never anything else. Anyone could hear them, anyone walking the bridge, and yet Steve was risking it all to be so open and pure with him.

His throat worked over the head of Steve's erection as his cheeks sucked in to caress the rest in his mouth. His blue eyes remained intent, uncaring of the slight thrilling discomfort of fingers in his hair. He bobbed his head again, dipping deep on Steve again until he had the urge to sneeze from blond curls threatening his nose.

He bobbed up and down fast and had to suck harder to keep his teeth out of the mix, but he issued a different kind of trill, a deeper one full of challenge for any other that might think of even coming close to this boy who was his prize treasure. His fingers slipped up and rolled Steve's testicles in his palm, the trill carrying on long and threatening for all but Steve.]