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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[ 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.

[disassembling]

[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.

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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.

[disassembling]

[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?

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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?

[disassembling]

[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.]

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[ 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.

[disassembling]

[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.

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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.