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 body rolled with the strong motions of Steve's hips, wanting more of that heat and how the thickness of his mate inside of him, filling the corners of emptiness. His hands slid away from Steve's neck as he curled his legs around the other man's hips, using them to force Steve harder and deeper inside of him with each thrust that they shared together.

His fingers played down the broad expanse of Steve's chest, memorizing it by feel. He wanted to know every single centimeter of flesh there, and he took his time sliding his palms and fingers as Steve marked him. It was hot against his skin, a little shock of pain that made his blood sing in his veins.

Yet, he bared his teeth at the outrageous notion that he would blush. How humiliating.] Me blush? Hardly, you are far more the innocent than I. [His metal hand left off its exploration to slip between their rocking bodies, stroking himself leisurely and making a show of it as he wriggled and writhed on the blankets.]

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[ Steve's gaze was drawn downwards, unable to help the way he was attracted to Bucky's own sense of pleasing himself. Bucky's shift in angle made him slide in deeper, press up against his prostate time and time again.

He didn't stop moving, fucking him thoroughly, with a strength and force that rocked their solid bed every single time. Bucky would come away with bruises for awhile after this, but he knew that both of them didn't care. When he bared his teeth, Steve recklessly kissed him, his hand joining his to help jerk him off as well. ]

Tell me how innocent I am.

[disassembling]

[It was only because Steve had told him to that he did this, only then remembering that he could and it felt good to do so. Touch was something that was neutral in all capacity before that he remembered, but this... it brought the heat in his belly to an all new level as the metal warmed around his flesh.

He undulated his body, rolling himself under the thrusting of his mate inside of him, groaning sounds that slowly attempted to turn musical in nature but never quite made it. The kiss earned his mate two nips on each lip, though he was careful not to break skin, just enough to cause a little swelling which made Steve's lips even more kissable.]

I... I don't know, but you are. You get to wear clothes when people looked at you.

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That's because I only get naked for you.

[ Like now. Steve rolled his hips to grind inside of him, his pleasure making his breath catch as pleasure builds, growing in the pit of his stomach. He was so hard inside of him that it made him hurt, sinking into the sweetly welcoming sheath of Bucky's body. It was easy to believe, like this, that he was made just for him, and he made a soft, needy noise, kissing him back.

He was drawing closer, he knows, pre-cum slicking up Bucky inside, and he gripped him a little tighter. ] Mmn-- love you.

[disassembling]

[He couldn't help but flush in pleasure at the sheer notion that all of this was just for him, that no one else saw Steve as he did. His index finger circled Steve's left nipple teasingly as he hummed in approval even as they continued to make this night something to remember well.]

...keep it that way. This is all mine.

[That tide was rising again, flowing through corners of himself and filling him up in a similar way to how Steve was. He groaned, speeding up his stroking of himself as his legs tightened, responding to Steve's own tight grip.] Gods Steve...!

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Yours.

[ He promised, feeling Bucky's own answering reaction, the way he surged against him, the way he responded to the pleasure he gave him. Steve urged him on, need twisting in his gut as he leaned into that touch, rubbing up against him.

Bucky's legs wrapped so tightly around him that it was impossible not to pull too far away, and he cried out similarly with him, coming first in a burst of sticky, hot slickness, filling his lover up with his seed, flooding through him with every slick, obscene thrust.

He didn't stop, even if his knees threatened to buckle, and he found his mouth again, his moan pressed against Bucky's mouth. ]

[disassembling]

[That possessiveness was so easy to grasp onto, since he couldn't remember having anything of his own before Steve. Everything felt right when they promised such things to each other, an ownership that had nothing to do with weapons or missions or kills.

The tide washed over him at the same time it seemed to do so for Steve, as he felt warmth flood inside of him at the same time that his erection spattered warm seed across his belly and Steve's. The intensity of the warmth and emotion was no different than last time, but it seemed somehow easier to cope with. He could keep his eyes open and gasp in pleasure, feel each glide of Steve's thrusts pushing that seed deeper.

That too felt right and warm and good.

He kissed with far less vicious intentions, working his lips lazily over Steve's but allowing his mate more control over the gesture as his metal hand released his fading erection to stroke up the semen covering Steve's belly.]

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[ Steve groaned, soft and happy as he felt himself empty into his mate's body, the both of them bound so close together that it was impossible to know where one ended and the other began. And he was happy for that -- for drawing Bucky back into himself, to show him that there was much more here for him to have.

He smiled and kept himself buried inside him, resting atop Bucky carefully as he draw his fingers up, those semen-slick fingers before he took them in his mouth and licked them clean, tasting his lover on his tongue and enjoying every moment. ]

Mmm.

[disassembling]

[He slowly relaxed into the mattress with Steve's weight over him, relenting with the grip of his legs as he had previously with his tail. He lay quiet and sated, his eyes closed and his expression softened with pleasure as he played it all over in his mind, grasping at the last of it to savour all the warmth longer. It dissipated in the same way that low tide happened, pulling back and leaving him as he had been before. Just... lighter.

He removed his hand to allow Steve to lay on him, humming a human sound at the sight of Steve licking his semen away when he pried one eye open.]

The night is young... don't eat too much, or you'll have to wait an hour to enter the water again.

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[ Steve laughed a little at that joke -- Bucky was joking, and the idea of it was so heartening, so special that he brightened and pulled him close to him, rolling over onto his back so that Bucky could snuggle up.

His cock slid out of him then, and he kissed his forehead warmly, lovingly. ] What if I can't get enough of you?

[disassembling]

[His jokes, when they spontaneously happened, were lame he knew. He had never been that good at joking, though he had learned allure better than anything else. He could attract a male or female of the human race within twenty-five yards with just a look, something he had mastered young. Now, he only had looks for Steve, and the allure was mostly gone but slowly reawakening.

He made a soft noise of displeasure at Steve being free of him, but aside from a grumble, he didn't fight for it back.] We both know you can't get enough of me. Mating twice already? You're full of yourself.

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And you were full of me. Twice.

[ Steve tells him -- he doesn't care that Bucky is bad at jokes, only that he makes them, and he enjoys them even as he teases him. He knows how Bucky looks at him, too, remembers the time when the were together -- and he wraps an arm around his waist, tangling their limbs together. ]

I could go all night, you know. Make up for lost time.

[disassembling]

That score can be evened, you know.

[He sighed and closed his eyes as Steve settled on top of him, curling his legs and arms around his mate without an ounce of shame about it. Right now, tonight and perhaps forever, Steve was once again his.

Yet, he moaned soft and throaty at the sheer suggestion.]

All night, hmm? Have we ever done that before?

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[ Steve had to pause to think about that one. ] No, not really. I was very small when we first -- well. And you were gentle with me.

[ When he was little, he couldn't last altogether that well, and was usually did in after they did it twice. Bucky had always been thoughtful and sweet; and Steve had been so frustrated with himself for it. ]

You were good to me. [ He kissed his mouth softly, happily enjoying the way Bucky snuggled in. His hand strayed, and absently stroked Bucky's soft, slick cock, as if that, too, belonged to him. ] And all I want to do is to make you happy.

[disassembling]

So not when you were small and skinny like in the Smithsonian pictures. What about after the serum when we were... when the war was on?

[He didn't remember the war, though there was a part of him that shuddered at the fact he had gone there on human legs, held human weapons, did untold human damage. Was that the start of when he had become this? He didn't know, but he knew without a doubt that he had gone to be with Steve.

His nose lifted to butt and settle against Steve's jaw, a low moan leaving him at the stroking of his limp length, parting his legs slightly in response. It felt good, exhilarating despite the fact he had just released himself only minutes before.]

It seems to me that we made each other happy, especially if it is like what is happening now. It would be stronger back then.

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We did. We do.

[ Steve thought back on it wistfully, remembering their time together -- Bucky hadn't been entirely happy then; he'd been saved, but he'd been haunted by his time in captivity, too, and Steve had been enraged that Bucky had been taken away from him.

He could pretty much pet his penis forever, moving over that familiar length, the dark curls that he trailed his fingers through even now, and he rubbed his thumb against his balls, taking his time with him He smiled briefly, remembering the nights they'd spent in each other's bed, trying to keep their secrets confined to each other. ]

Our record was four times. We had to rest for the next day. [ His fingers slipped behind, gently pushing into Bucky's soft, warm hole, where Steve's cum was still leaking. ] I'd fuck you everywhere I could.

[disassembling]

[He was comforted by the knowledge that they had been together in the war, aware that times like that had been different. Loving a man was not allowed for another man, but he had never particularly cared for many of the human rules. Steve was his; there was nothing more to concern himself over it.

His hips shifted with the stroking hand, his eyes closing as he turned his head to rest it against Steve's chin. He moaned softly at the rubbing, parting his legs further and finally giving up and hooking the right over Steve's ass.]

Four times, hmm? That seems paltry compared to what we can accomplish now. [He growled at the crudeness, curling a lip to show a hint of teeth.] We will break that record tonight if it kills you.

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[ The crudeness was deliberate -- Bucky had always loved it when Steve sounded that way, and he smiled, kissing him but careful not to bear the brunt of those sharp teeth. He adored him like nothing else, and when he felt Bucky drape his leg around him again, he knew that he was more than open to it.

He kissed his shoulder, his throat, any patch of skin he could reach as he continued to stroke him, in no real hurry to take it anywhere else, and perfectly happy to reach a perfect slow burn with his mate. ] If you kill me, we can't do this anymore.

[ He teased gently, grinding his half-hard cock against his. ] What do you think? Six?

[disassembling]

[Listening to Steve being crude stirred something in him, though he couldn't yet put a word on what that might be. Something... playful, maybe? He kept his teeth to himself as they kissed, hissing in approval as he basked in his mate's attentions as they lay naked on the bed like there was nothing beyond this room to care about now or ever. Like nothing could disturb the moment.

He lounged as he never had before, humming bits and pieces of a long forgotten tune with each kiss that landed on his skin. His hips only subtly moved with the slow lazy strokes of Steve's hand, in no hurry to do anything more or less. This made his body thrum with pleasure and heat but didn't stir his passions high again just yet.]

Hmpt, go big or go home, Rogers. Eight at least. And if you die, I'll still eat your warm corpse so you will forever live in me.

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[ If it had been anyone else, perhaps they would have been mortified by that statement -- but Steve had loved Bucky all his life, and with that came acceptance of him, and all that he brought with him from the world underwater. The circumstances, traditions and habits.

He didn't bat an eyelid at that, and he only pressed his mouth to his throat, lazily enjoying his mate's body against him. Nothing can hurt them here; nothing will get to Bucky, and Steve would kill to make sure that he stayed safe. Bucky had done so much for him, had gone to war with him, destroyed lives he hadn't believed needed destroying -- all because Steve had felt a compelling desire to go to war, to protect everything he loved, to do his duty.

He owed him, and he pressed intimately, warmly against him, his middle finger sliding back into his slick hole. ] And we'll be together until the end of your days, too. I would always be inside you.

[disassembling]

[Despite not remembering or being aware of it, he knew and had used that tradition more than any other. It was in his blood to know it, and it was the highest honour that he could bestow anyone. Now it was simply reserved for Steve because there was no one else he would want inside of him forever than this man right here.

He tipped his head back slightly, savouring the warm lips against his throat, his ankle and calf stroking up and down over Steve's ass as they continued to lounge without any sense of hurry with each other. He moaned at the invasion, his muscles clenching with it even if he was slick and warm and gave no actual resistance.]

Yes, but I don't expect that to happen. You're hardy. Eight should not kill you, if you even make it to that number. Maybe you'll just tire and go to sleep. A shame really... [He injected an undertone of boredom that was every bit a challenge.]

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[ Steve's free hand found the back of Bucky's head, curling his fingers into it -- Bucky responded well to dominance, and he tugged on his hear making his mate bare his throat for him. ]

I'll make it to that number. [ He promised, because he was definitely not going to let the man out of his bed, whatever it was. His finger continued to penetrate him, keeping him nice and loosened for his cock. Feeling those muscles clench around him, he bit Bucky's throat, answering the challenge. There was something arousing about his mate egging him on, pushing him further than he thought he'd do -- there was always something about Bucky that made Steve more than he was on his own, and he would always love him for it. ]

Big talk from someone who might be too tired to reach even six. Touch yourself for me.

[disassembling]

[His head tilted back, even as he bared his teeth in vague threat that would never come to pass. The mingle of pain and pleasure was what he expected from Steve and it was what he wanted, the kind of interaction only his mate could give him in the correct proportions.]

Will you? [He sounded slightly doubtful because the challenge had to made even as he felt excitement at the prospect stirring inside of him. Even if they dozed or lazed about as they were, the night would be one of the best that he could remember having. He had returned to his true form once and then this... he didn't want the night to end.

He arched his lower back slightly with the finger inside of him, keeping him loose and hedging on eager again. His hands ran down his own chest, mismatched and different temperatures, thumbs stroking his own nipples as he made a show of undulating on the bed under Steve's weight.]

Hardly. I've always had more energy than you. You flag far too easily.

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[ Steve was not afraid of him -- he never could be; he'd long decided that if he were to die, it would be at Bucky's hands, for better or worse. He took the challenge willingly, watching with admiration when his hands trailed down his own body again, sleekly undulating before him. Bucky was a ridiculously compelling, beautiful creature, seducing him all over again in a mating call that went deep into their bones.

He recognized the way he twisted, arched like he was made of water, sleek and elegantly beautiful, weaving his spell on him. He leans down to kiss him, and he buried his finger deep inside his mate, pushing another one in to keep him nice and spread. ]

Now you're just being cruel. [ He kissed the side of his mouth playfully, then his throat, letting his own heavy cock brush up against his. ] I'm going to make sure you beg me to stop.

[disassembling]

[His hands continued their slow slide down his own skin, rising and falling slightly with his muscles as he continued to undulate naturally on the bed. His fingers passed through the drying mess of his previous pleasure, catching some against his digits. He went so far as smoothing his palms over the swell of his hips then transferred his hands to Steve's own hips and mirroring his touch on his mate.

There was something gratifying about the allure he could expose to Steve. He wanted the blond's eyes on him, watching and lusty if he could get it. He was no longer a danger to Steve, but he was still dangerous.

He sighed at the brush of their renewed erections, bumping his nose against Steve's in reply.] I do not beg. I haven't before, have I?