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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[ 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...

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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.

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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.]

[163]

[ Bucky's squirming only tempted him all the more - especially so when that soft little trill were issued from his lips. He'd missed the sounds that Bucky made, their reckless enjoyment of each other, the pleasure they took whenever they made love.

He grasped his hips tight as he pounded into him, knowing that Bucky was tightening his hole around his cock with every thrust. This was rough, this was heady and passionate and he didn't hold back. No, this was what Bucky would've liked. His balls, heavy with unspent seed, slapped obscenely against his ass, and he grunted quietly, leaning over to sink his teeth into his shoulder in open possessiveness. ]

Better?

[disassembling]

[There was a bruising pressure around his hips, and he didn't fight it. If anything, it encouraged his own pleasure as he clenched his clawed fingers into the blanket as Steve let him experience the full measure of what his mate could do. His body rocked forward hard, sliding his cheek each time on the blanket and forcing him to adjust his legs to keep from being shoved right forward towards the head of the bed.

His muscles clenched on each one, and he groaned and clenched his teeth to resist the need to simply voice his pleasure. It didn't last long with the brutal loving pace that Steve unleashed on him, and within minutes he was trilling breathless sounds, some broken from lack of use and some managing to come full scale from his throat.

He pressed his shoulder to Steve's teeth eagerly.] More. I need to feel!

[163]

[ If he wanted to feel it, Steve would give it to him. He bit and sucked a vivid red-purple bruise on his skin as he pinned his lover down to rut into him, hard and brutal and unforgiving, just the way he knew he liked it.

He heard it, the trills that issued from his throat, the arousal that delighted him and made him keep going. Steve had thought that he wouldn't be able to hear it again, the sounds that he made, and by this time he was pounding him into the mattress, reaching around to grasp his cock and jerk him off. ]

[disassembling]

[His world was once again reduced to a haze of pleasure that bridged on painful, and he thrashed slightly as Steve had him pinned. There was complete trust in his lover to do so, even if the mattress seemed to protest their violent thrusting against each other, and he was as brutal shoving back as Steve was in shoving into him.

His metal fingers reached back to catch at the back of Steve's neck, trilling sounds of pleasure that were reduced to grunting of pleasure as he shifted to fight Steve for the sake of making their new coupling difficult and all the more worthwhile. He hissed threats in his native tongue, bearing his sharp teeth at the bed.]

[163]

[ Oh, he knew this game -- they've done this before many times together, when Bucky put up a good fight for the sake of it, to spice up their lovemaking, and he gripped him tighter, dominating and showing his lover that he was a worthy mate, that he could take care of him where he was needed.

Their bodies met, again and again in a violently sensuous rhythm, and he loved when he pushed Bucky beyond the instinctive trilling, right down to where they were most primitive, rutting like animals as he leaked into him, the pleasure pushing Steve further and further towards the edge. ]

[disassembling]

[He doubted that they had played like this when they had first mated, doubted that Steve had the strength to pin him down back then. He couldn't remember it, but he knew that this was something that had come during the war time. Now he couldn't get enough of it, the feel of their bodies moving with wet slaps against each other and the grind of their limbs trying to get the better of each other.

He hissed and growled back at Steve, still holding his mate tightly with a hand as he drove himself back, aware that if Steve couldn't hold him, their positions would be reversed. Yet, his eyes clenched shut as pleasure built faster and faster, filling him in a similar way that Steve was, and he issued a deep gutteral trill as he came, his muscles clenching around Steve's erection tightly. He stilled his motions aside from his hips which continued to thrust back at Steve.] Fill me up, Rogers. Come on.

[163]

[ Steve would always hold him -- keep him down just the way he liked it as he claimed him again and again, and when he felt him come, he wasn't far behind. His limbs ached from the intense lovemaking sessions that they'd had, but it was nothing compared to the wash of pleasure that flooded his senses moments later at Bucky's urging.

He came inside of him in thick, sticky ropes, hot spurts filling him up all over again as he ground against him, so deeply that his arms almost buckled.

It was an incredible moment, the closeness and the bond between them an overwhelming, wonderful thing. ] Bucky...

[disassembling]

[And just like that he was complete again, his world and everything currently in it sliding into its appropriate place. He pulled at the blankets caught under him as Steve came, and a new flow of warmth filled him. He pressed his hips back insistently, welcoming that heat and the wonderful fullness that came with the union of their bodies when it was a complete circle of euphoria.

He shuddered at the sound of his name, lifting his head from the bed to peer back at Steve. An attempt at a smile occurred, even if it was more of a exposure of his sharp teeth. He hummed a soft sound to make up for it.]

Mmmm, you'll break the record yet. [He was pleased with his own attempt at a joke when it was so hard to come by them naturally.]

[163]

Like I promised.

[ Steve hummed, pulling out of him to drape beside Bucky, drawing him to his chest as he settled against the pillows, kissing his mouth briefly and carefully avoiding his sharp teeth. He smiled at the little joke, an arm draped around his waist, looking over the mess he'd left on Bucky. ]

I like that I made a mess out of you.

[disassembling]

[He moaned at the loss of contact with Steve at his back, but his arms were already reaching out to gather up his mate as soon as Steve settled down. He shifted in and draped a leg over his mate and kissed more aggressively than necessary given how pleasant his body felt after all of this wonderful attention.

He glanced down and noted that he was very much a mess, both internally and externally.]

We are going to need to go back to the bath when we are finished. It is very messy business land-love.

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I know.

[ Steve said quietly as he kissed him back, breathless and happy and entirely sated for the moment. There was no doubt that they'd go again, but for now he was pleased to simply enjoy his lover's body against his. ]

Do you like messy land-love business?