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 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.

[163]

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?

[163]

[ 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.

[163]

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.

[163]

[ 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.

[163]

[ 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.]

[163]

[ 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.

[163]

[ 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?

[163]

No, you haven't.

[ Steve admitted softly, because his Bucky was a proud creature, loving and loyal, and he loved him for all of it. Bucky's movements were fascinatingly hypnotic, drawing him on so many primal levels that he couldn't help but press closer to him, feeling the smear of cum against his skin.

He loved those hands on him, and his gaze was just as open and hungry, yearning for more that only Bucky could give. Rocking together, sticky and filthy but entirely happy to be enjoying this with him, he smiled, gentle but cheeky. ]

But there's always a first time for everything.

[disassembling]

[He nodded his head, pleased with himself for not having ever been reduce to such antics before, and he was willing to bet that he wouldn't have to reduce himself to it now either. His pride would not allow for such a thing, not after all he had done, all he had been through if his scars were any sign of the previous times.

One hand went up, exploring Steve's chest and the other moved in to wrap around his mate's length, stroking even as he rolled his body temptingly.]

I won't be the one begging, Steven Rogers. I'll see you trilling with pleasure though.

[163]

Mmm, I'd like that. On your stomach. I'm going to make you feel good.

[ Steve would never make him do something he doesn't want to, and he kissed him in quiet apology, soothing him as he gently drew his hand away after a few thrusts into the pleasurable hold.

He wanted to be inside him again, to make love to him over and over so that all he remembered was tenderness. Love. ]

[disassembling]

Third time already? Mmm, you may yet make eight.

[He smirked and released the hold that he had on Steve, turning over onto his stomach and lounging on the sheets even as he rolled his body again. He pressed his shoulder blades together and raised his hips.]

Steve...

[163]

Yes, baby?

[ Steve hums softly, playfully, constantly on the alert when Bucky makes those noises and arches up, tempting and entirely irresistible. His hands roam, moving up his spine, before he moves over him and kisses his way down his spine, intimate and loving. ]

Do you want me?

[disassembling]

[He shifted his legs apart, pressing his knees into the mattress to shove his hips up off the bed toward Steve's mouth. His clawed fingers dug in carefully, head bowing into the sheets at the hot wet line of Steve's kisses.]

Yes, only you. I don't remember feeling this hot internally before. [He turned his head enough to cast a stormy blue eye towards Steve.] Fuck me.

[163]

[ Steve decided that he never could resist that particular command, not when Bucky asked him that way. He moved against him without pause, before he captured his chin and kissed the side of his mouth, once, twice. Steve pushed into him again in one smooth slide, aching at the familiar pleasure of it, and glad that his enhanced constitution allowed him to have a refractory period that was a fragment of what it should be.

He thrust into him and bottomed out, so deep inside that he couldn't breathe, for a moment. ]

[disassembling]

[He curled a lip as if to indicate that his demand was as much a threat, but he needn't have worried that he wouldn't be getting what he wanted as Steve leaned over him. His eyes fluttered at the kiss, turning his head as much as he could to try to return the favour, but the angle was too awkward to do more than catch a little flesh of Steve's cheek.

And then he was filled again, and it tore a trilling keen from him, far more natural than any of his other attempts at such noises came. He gripped the sheets with his clawed fingers and still managed to undulate his body, and the heat inside of him strengthened.] Mine... you're all mine.

[163]

All yours.

[ Steve promised breathlessly, and look, there it was, the beautiful rise of that trill, the melody of it, and Steve shuddered in pleasure, delighted and encouraged by it.

He started to fuck him in earnest, long, hard thrusts just the way he liked it, wanting to please him, to hear the way he sang for him again. ] Trill for me, baby. [ He said quietly in his ear, nuzzling against him as he continued, one thrust after another, unable to help the pleasure that blazed in his veins. ]

[disassembling]

[The promise meant more than it should have, since he knew he had long ago been assured of Steve's loyalty. It was reflected in him, but for so long, he had been alone in that loyalty. HYDRA had used him, used his natural built-in loyalty to twist him. Now he wasn't alone because Steve was back, safe and big and warm.

He stretched his neck out, rubbing his cheek on the blanket as his body was forcibly rocked forward with each hard thrust that filled him deeply. His muscled clenched tightly on each one, and he shuddered and peered through lengths of dark hair which had fallen over his face, and it moved slightly with each puff of air.]

Make me. [He squirmed slightly, pressing back into each thrust and a little teasing trill escaped his lips.]