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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[He had no idea how long his magic would last in the other boy, but he was confident in his own swimming ability to get them to the surface before it was a struggle for Steve to breathe. He took them beyond the many harbours of Brooklyn into clearer waters, twirling and sliding his hands along Steve's body as he went.

Being at sea was important to him, pointing out which fish were good to eat, which to avoid for various reasons. He even had them brush the keel of a boat heading out, heavy in the water and pinned Steve there so he could kiss his friend deeply.]

Live with you? Know what a bed is like?

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Pretty much.

[ The spell, whatever it was, seemed to be holding strong so far, and Steve swam together with him, slower, but Bucky was always patient with him. He was getting tired, but Bucky's kisses made things better, especially when he got pinned against the boat.

It was dangerous, it was wonderful, and Steve had kissed him up, opening up as he wrapped his legs shamelessly around his waist. ]

Mmm. We could kiss there, too. But in secret.

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[His tail moved to keep them in line with the boat, so there was little to no risk of Steve's back scraping. It also allowed him to take the other boy's weight so there was less effort for Steve to have to maintain swimming. This was a lot to ask of someone who lived only topside. The sea required all muscles to be working well.

He kissed Steve harder, practicing and lavishing attention on his friend as they swam in time with the shadow of the boat above them. One hand dropped down to stroke along Steve's thigh, his hips bumping against his friend's as he moved them.]

Because I'm not human like you or because I'm a boy too?

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[ Steve's smile faltered -- he'd loved Bucky's world, no matter how brutal and cruel it was. At least it made some sort of sense. This one, not so much. He twined with him, a little clumsily at first, and never as graceful as his beautiful companion could be, moving so easily through the water.

His gaze was drawn to his scales, and he felt Bucky bump up against him, sleek and cool. He groaned softly at the way his hand felt, and he gently moved his hand, urged it between his legs. ] Because you're a boy, too. I know the rules are unfair, and I hate it. I'm going to change it one day.

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[He twisted them, taking them away from the boat and letting it go about its way as he took them a little deeper below the surface. The water above them was light and glimmered with the rays of the sun, and he wasn't worried about any manner of attack because Steve was so pale as were his under scales. They were practically invisible.

He hummed in the water, moving with Steve and keeping his friend plastered against his chest and hips, savouring those skinny legs around his waist. He shifted his hand too, palming over Steve's testicles.] You're going to make it so that anyone can love anyone else then? Is that the goal?

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Yes.

[ Steve decided, because he couldn't imagine the many other couples, shamed and afraid, hiding what they were and who they loved -- not being able to be with each other the way normal couples were. What more himself and his beloved Bucky? He groans softly, eyes lidding in pleasure when he felt him stroke him so sweetly, like he'd always belonged in his arms.

His fingers stray, too, curiously pressing over the front, rubbing over his scales to figure out just where his sex was to try to return the favor. He was lazy, playing with him as he gently nipped at his jaw. ] I don't want other people to keep the people they love a secret, too.

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You are a strange boy. Why do no other humans strive to change the world like you do?

[His own race was content to live within the confines of well worked tradition, though a few strayed from the general opinion. They were not looked down upon because their knowledge and experience was important to pass on, to retain for learning and impression. Humans seemed to fear everything, even themselves, which was such an odd and destructive way to live. Humans didn't even eat their dead, just put it in the ground or threw it in the sea. Very strange.

His fingers cupped the silken package before sliding up to caress Steve's length carefully, mindful of his claws. His tail lazily undulated to take them further from the safety of shore where the currents were stronger, the pollution less, the water clearer. He held Steve more protectively, unwilling to lose his friend and curious of the exploring fingers.

They slide over the topmost slit, caressing the sensitive small scaling until it bulged with renewed excitement. Below that slit was a second opening, and he stilled his tail at any exploration over it, watching Steve closely.] I will horde you like the treasure you are.

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They're afraid. [ Steve shrugged a little -- the question hadn't actually occurred to him, and between squirming happily at Bucky touching him and curling up against him, exploring that interesting little slit that had caught his attention, he exhaled a soft, keening little moan.

His voice wasn't as beautiful as Bucky's, but he tried anyway; made his pleasure known as he continued to explore his best friend's sensitive spots, attention caught on the bulging slit, wondered what it was, exactly. ]

Not if I do it with you first. [ He challenged, rubbing up against Bucky's hand. He noticed when Bucky stilled when his small fingers eased over the second opening, and he looked back at him, playfully wicked. Steve gently rubbed over the second opening, the scales that seemed softer around it. ]

What's this, Buck? Do you like it?

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[He contemplated that answer as his hand stroked up Steve's penis and then back down again, tracing over the other boy's testicles before groping his friend's ass. He had to lift that hand away though, unwilling to damage Steve because of curious exploration with his claws.

Instead, he raised his hand to his mouth and chewed off his own claws to the start of his flesh, removing part of his natural defenses without a care in the world. As he was doing so, he was keenly aware of Steve's fingers exploring the second slit, the muscles behind it clenching even as the small smooth scales remained the same.]

It feels strange. That's... I don't know the human word. [He dropped his hand and inserted his smooth fingers between Steve's cheeks to stroke his friend's ass.] There, yes? Above is my sheathe so I don't go all withered in salt water.

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[ Steve watched with amazement as Bucky bit his claws off, easy as you please, as if he didn't care if he'd just removed a part of his own natural defenses. It was oddly, powerfully moving, and he felt his own cock twitch, his shaft filling out with more blood, arousal that tingled in the base of his spine.

His Bucky was beautiful, curious, and Steve's mouth parted, startled at the way the other's fingers pressed against him; not quite yet breaching his hole. But Steve would not be deterred or distracted from learning his friend's secrets. ]

Is this... where you could let boys mate you? [ He continued rubbing little circles around it, before he dipped his fingertip into the the little slit, delighted when the muscles tightened as he pressed in a little deeper. ]

Does it hurt?

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[He hardly considered himself defenseless, and the most important thing in his current world was right there in his arms, touching and exploring him. They had never done this before, not to the extent anyway, though he was reminded that Steve tasted like bitter salt water on his tongue.

His finger stroked over Steve's ass, adding a little pressure here and there on each pass to see what the muscles did. Their resistance was curious but not unexpected for him, and he stopped moving them forward. Instead, he let the currents carry them lazily, completely aware of their location.]

I haven't let other boys mate me. [He inhaled in surprise as the finger dipped inside, the muscles clenching at first and then he relaxed them on purpose.] No, it feels... strange. It makes me warm though. [He returned the favour to Steve, pressing a careful finger into the other boy.]

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[ Steve blinked, surprised -- he hadn't thought that Bucky was inexperienced at this, especially with other males; but there was something in him that fluttered at the confession. This was going to be their first time with each other in all the ways that counted, and Steve didn't have the slightest idea what to do.

So he decided to explore, to make it up as they went along because it felt right. Eyebrows raised, Steve made a soft noise and pressed against his fingers, clenching and closing around blunted fingertips just the same, squirming. He nuzzled against him, arching just a little, his own cock pressing against Bucky's smooth scales in open yearning.

Oh, that did feel good. ] Warm? Is that good?

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[He wondered if he and Steve were going to mate way out in the ocean tangled together with only the magic of his race allowing Steve to breathe. It seemed fitting after what they had done on the shore. Somehow he and Steve managed to share both their worlds with each other, and he wanted it no other way.

His finger carefully pressed deeper, twisting like a corkscrew in an attempt to get Steve to loosen up around him and his excitement was by now confusing and painful in the sheathe where he was safest. He forced himself to relax, and his own erection emerged from the topmost slit, brushing against Steve's even as he kept their hips protectively close.]

I like being warm. Like when I used to lay on the beach in the afternoon sun. Have you done that before?

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[ Steve was relaxing, feeling the way the water turned all around them, when Bucky was keeping him safe and close to him. Tides tended to be dangerous things, but he knew his best friend was savvy enough to keep them out of it.

For now, he was much more interested in exploring the slit, eyes widening at the way he saw his cock ease out from it, swollen and gorgeous -- and if they were to mate here, why not, right?

He kissed him softly, trying to get Bucky to relax as he continued exploring, rubbing his cock, cupping his balls before stroking over the scales that parted around it. It was fascinating, captivating, and he smiled at that comment. ] You're like a cat. A cat in the sea. [ He rubbed their erections together, velvety friction in the cool water. ] Never had the time to. Do you do that naked?

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[He tilted his head down, watching Steve's fingers explore as his own pushed deeper into his friend's ass. Did it feel as good for Steve as it did for him? He undulated to keep them at the same level in the water, scales catching the fading light.

He kissed Steve more aggressively, excited and pleased to be close to the other boy. He issued a throaty trill at the groping, his hips pressing into Steve's hand when their erections rubbed together, and he dropped a hand around both of them and stroking together. It felt amazing.]

Do I ever wear clothes? It's best naked so the sun can kiss your skin.

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[ Steve loved the thrill, grinning as he moaned softly, squirming against him. He was tight, tighter than anything else, and he shifted, the discomfort twinging in the back of his mind as he felt the other's explorations. ]

Gentler.

[ He said quietly, because it ached, and he arched against the way Bucky's hand closed around them both, shuddering. ]

Where do you do your sunning?

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[The shift was different and he relented slightly at the word, noting that Steve was not able to produce any manner of slick naturally? That was strange, but then again, humans were very strange creatures. His own body was willing to produce slick, mostly due to the need to protect the scales around those slits.]

Where is your slick, Steve? Do you need some of mine?

[His hips rocked with the grip of his hand, thrusting himself into the fist and rubbing their erections together. It felt almost as good as when Steve's mouth had been on him.]

In the South. The beaches are best when they are sandy. You can use logs and rock beaches, but it isn't as easy or comfortable.

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I -- [ Steve gasped, thrilling under the way Bucky was so attentive, easing up and giving him the reprieve that he needed to recover. ] I don't have slick.

[ Not the boys, anyway, and he looked a little uncomfortable, before he decides that he liked pleasing him better, his own hand wrapped around Bucky's so that they could rock into it. But he stopped him reluctantly, because his curiosity over Bucky's swollen little slit had captured him. ]

Mn -- we should go there someday. Sun ourselves on sandy beaches. [ He nudged his fingers gently against his best friend's slit again, surprised at how slick it was. ] Can I -- can I push inside you, Buck? I want to see what it's like.

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[Humans didn't have slick? He frowned as he considered that and then shrugged his shoulders as he withdrew his finger entirely.] Humans are very dry creatures. Your evolution is very strange.

[He rocked his hips even as he continued to move them through the water, not one to stay in place long. That was a good way to become prey, and he could and never would do that, least of all with his precious relatively defenseless friend. It felt good, but Steve's mouth felt better he decided. He slipped a hand between them long enough to collect some of his slick and rub it on his fingers before returning to Steve's entrance and slowly pressing a finger back inside, not caring for permission. They were exploring after all. The process was far easier this time.]

I will take you there someday soon. You'll like it. [He rolled his hips, the slit loosening as he nipped at Steve's jaw and nuzzling up his friend's temple with his nose.] Yes, we are exploring. I will tell you if I feel good or not.

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[ Steve nuzzled him back happily, before he gasped softly, squirming at the way his finger pressed inside of him. He allowed him to, of course, but his breath caught all the same when he felt that finger, so large inside of him.

He pushed back onto that finger, and did the same to Bucky, echoing the movement as he pushes two of his own inside his best friend's slick little hole, marveling at how he gripped him, how good it felt. ]

W-we don't need slick to survive. [ He made another soft sound of pleasure. ] Mmm, Bucky...

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[It was much easier to ease his finger inside of Steve with slick, even if it was some of his own. He was still pleased as he thrust it gently inside of the other boy, remembering well what it had been like to have Steve's mouth on him. This was similar and yet completely different, and it took his entire attention.

He groaned a surprisingly human noise when Steve's two fingers pressed inside of him, filling him as no one else had dared to before. He squirmed slightly, his tail wrapping around Steve's legs to hold the other boy close as he took them deeper in the water.]

Steve, that feels very good. Are we going to mate? [Because it suddenly seemed like a strong possibility in his mind. He wanted it even, to be that close to someone else.]

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[ Steve blinked at him, surprised. To be honest, he hadn't even thought about that; the idea of mating him was an alluring one, and to watch Bucky squirm against him so sweetly, lost to his own pleasure made him earn for more, too.

He gasped, arching and inadvertently rubbing his cock against the smooth scales. He was held close, safe in Bucky's arms, and he clung tighter, pressing his face against his neck as he took a breath. The spell still held strong, but Steve's heart fluttered against his ribs, whether in anticipation or apprehension he didn't know.

All he knew was that he liked this, and he wanted to continue this. ] Do you want to? [ Steve couldn't help a jolt of nervousness, and it didn't help that Bucky's finger was up his ass, tempting and tantalizing. ]

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[He rolled his scaled hips up into Steve's erection, finding that gasp such a strange but alluring sound. It was not the kind of sound that one expected underwater after all, and he knew that he had it all to himself. No one else was going to share in this like he did, and that made it all very special, like finding a treasure no one else knew about.

He took them deeper into the water, to the darkness further below the waves, closer to the bottom where all manner of debris was but little safe nooks and crannies as well. His finger was still very much inside of Steve, thrusting in and out slowly as if to get used to the sensation.]

Yes. You are someone I want close. [He hummed a soft trilling warning, scattering and sending off a school of fish.] We don't mate for life like humans seem to, but... I think I could to you. You're very special.

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[ No, no one else was going to share in this, and Steve was going to make sure that he didn't share Bucky with anyone, too. He delighted in his best friend, wanted to keep the sweet little trilling noises to himself. They shared something special, something wonderful that took Steve's breath away, and he simply ground against him, rolling back against him without hesitating.

This was what he'd wanted all along, he knew, and he was safe, snuggled in the harbor of Bucky's arms. He played with Bucky's sheath, tempted beyond anything else to simply grasp himself and slide inside, to feel the warmth of him pulse against his own aching cock, and he did, rubbing the tip of his cock around it, teasing him playfully.

But his heart skipped a beat when he heard those words, and he was surprised, just for a moment; surprised and happy. ] You're very special to me, too, Buck. I want to only do this with you. [ He took a breath, nervous but determined. ] This -- we don't do this for fun. At least, most of us humans don't. It means something very special.

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[Steve was safe with him, safe way down at the bottom of the cool waters that never bothered him much. The pressure was not something he minded either, though he was very careful with Steve not to go too far out or too far down. Here, safe in his arms, he didn't think anything bad would happen. This was their time like under the bridge with oranges and careful mouths.

He rolled his hips despite finding and comfortable place near the bottom, feeling the glide of Steve's erection against his slippery scales. It was teasing, he knew, but it felt good even as he slowly withdrew his finger from his friend's ass to carefully grasp Steve's erection to move it against the slick slit, purposefully rubbing it up and down the soft scales.

He leaned in and nipped carefully at Steve's jaw.] What kind of special thing does it mean for humans? It can't be fun too?