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]

[He snuggled close to Steve, enjoying the rise and fall of the water as each wave washed onto the shore. There was a distinct comfort of being home after a long time away, and it was made better with their kisses as his left arm curled around Steve's shoulders to hold himself to his mate. His tail kept a good grip as well, and he doubted he would lose either mate or baby to the rocking water.

Despite the exhaustion of birth combined with the uncomfortable nights previous with little sleep, he nuzzled Steve and would change nothing about any of this.] At least a few weeks and see how he develops. He may have confidence for land early given his father will be going up and down on it. [He glanced down at the slumbering baby, feeling the caress of tiny fins and sighed.] It was your fault. You got me pregnant; I just carried the child around for some months.

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[ Steve was wildly protective with him, arms wrapped around his Bucky and their baby to keep them safe, settled in the surf and away from the rest of the world. James slumbered on in his parents' arms, so very tiny and peaceful, and Steve smiled down at him before snuggling closer, keeping James between them. ]

And you nourished him and loved him. [ He said quietly. Bucky had made so many sacrifices for him, had gone through so many changes to keep him safe, and it's a story to tell James when he came of age. He settles to snooze.

It stays largely the same for the next few weeks and months, when Steve extends his break once he realizes that James stubbornly doesn't want to come out of the water. He'd become a precocious little infant at six months, clinging on to Bucky most times, but becoming quite the adventurer as he started exploring the sea around him, chasing fish with little giggles. Steve had to stay out of the water from time to time so that he didn't get sick, but he always stayed close, trusting Bucky with him.

Today, six months on, Steve sat on an empty outcropping of rocks and watched Bucky and James play in the water beneath, fond and loving. ] We should really try to coax him out of the water.

[ And get used to the angry wailing. ]

[disassembling]

[The month had turned into many with Steve slipping off with whatever excuse was necessary to be close to them. For his part, he disappeared from the world like the ghost he was said to be, kept to the ocean waters and even the fresh water of the inlets or rivers where he could meet Steve. He never shied from taking James around the waters, though their little one often just clung to him peering around the waters and making fussing sounds at too much travel.

Life in the sea was hard, and he urged James between the need to suckle to chase fish, to develop hunting skills. It was all fun and games for now, learning to swim and be agile, to giggle at situations where the fish slipped away or issuing wailing sing-song cries when smacking into a rock or tangle in sea grass when a fish got away. He was pleased with the progress.

And yet, James was showing his Steven stubborn side when it came to leaving the safety of the water. Aside from poking a head out to watch daddy on the beach or a rock, James remained clinging to him when it came time to try to encourage leaving. He was a tough love kind of force, and after six months, it was time to get James out of the water and realize a change wasn't so bad. Water was safety but land could be exciting.

Bucky huffed and disentangled himself from James, watching their little one flit after a tadpole, and he simply hauled himself out of the water to lay on the beach. He rubbed himself on the sand, drying off as quickly as he could much to the wide-eyed sudden frantic calls of their infant. He ignored James, even going so far as to turn his back on the child in the water and letting Steve be the 'good' parent.]

Come up on the beach or be alone. [His scales shimmered with colouration, the scarring still present but faded with his time in the water all the time. Still, he didn't go even when the wailing started. He was immune to the natural magic of song after all.]

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[ And obviously, even the stubbornness of a thousand Steve Rogerses could not override their little guppy's overwhelming instinct to be close to his mother, having been at Bucky's side for so long that to be alone so suddenly was as traumatizing as it was defining. James wailed much louder, in distress and panicking, and in his panic Steve leapt off the rock to go to their baby, realizing just what his mate was doing.

It was tough love, evident of their species, but before Steve could reach his little one, James flailed in the surf and struggled to reach Bucky, crawling out of his with his tiny fins splashing wildly, clawing for him. Bucky was resplendent, beautiful with his fins, and it was obvious that James was going to take after him, scales already starting to fill in with a hint of color.

James was still wailing, angry and upset at being left alone, and he was clumsy on land, not understanding how Bucky could have legs, demanding the attention of both parents. Steve stepped beside Bucky and moved forward to pick their crying child up in his arms, James' tail flopping wetly over his arm, not entirely dried yet. He was inconsolable, and Steve hurriedly whispered to him, soothing words, kissing his forehead and it took awhile for the loud, sing-song wailing to become muted little sniffles, and it was only then that Steve sat next to his mate, lightly running fingers through Bucky's hair. ]

Buck, that was traumatizing for him.

[disassembling]

[The tugging of his heart strings was minimal as he based this on a matter of survival and thus a requirement. They had been very patient with James, encouraging when it came to peering up above the waves and waving at daddy. It had been six months; it was time to either come to the shore or wallow in the waves and endure separation. He knew instinctively what choice little James would make despite all the fussing.

He watched Steve though, his golden mate even as he rubbed the water off of himself on the sand and rocks. The sooner he was dry, the sooner he would be able to assume his human form. He hadn't been able to do it since James had been born, and it was odd to think that he missed his legs for all the good things it could bring him when it came to Steve. His fins were drying and his scales softening.

He still lay on his belly, turning enough to regard the angry wailing baby and sire with a fond expression. Steve was such a sucker for those antics, so doting and in love with their son. He was pleased that the pair got on so well, and he reached out when Steve sat next to him to curl arm around his golden mate's waist and pulled himself closer to Steve.]

It got him out of the water, and he will learn that fussing about will not get him what he wants. He has to take charge of his life and that involves having legs. [He leaned in to nuzzle Steve's arm, peering up at their sniffling son.] He's going to be a going concern when he realizes he can walk and swim.

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[ Steve laughed softly and leaned down to kiss Bucky the moment he could reach him, cuddling their son close as he calmed, chubby little fingers grabbing a hold of Bucky's hair with a giggle. Evidently, their baby had forgotten about being abandoned, only knowing that both parents are with him now, and that was enough for him. His tail kicked around, drying in the warm breeze. ]

We'll worry about that when we get there. [ James was an energetic, healthy baby, with Bucky's green eyes and Steve's blond hair, complete with Bucky's lovely, pouty lips and that little dimple on his chin. James gurgled and tugged on Bucky's hair while Steve admired the way Bucky's beautiful scales softened to turn back into legs. ] You know, we need to think about maybe enrolling him into preschool.

[disassembling]

[He sidled in against Steve, still rubbing his tail against the said to speed up his transition. It was breezy enough in their choice spot where the water was quicker than usual to dry off, even if he was leaning in towards their baby's eager little fingers and nipping at Steve wherever possible.]

We should wait until he's passed the biting stage, since his teeth are sharp. [Long ago Steve had just accepted his oddness in appearance, but children could be vicious and James would no doubt reply by biting and perhaps eating the bully. He hummed as his legs formed, still speckled with scaling but parted and able to wrap around one of Steve's legs. He drew a finger down James' tail, feeling how it softened and little chubby legs were starting to be obvious.]

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[ Steve's hand came to rub gently over Bucky's scales, his leg, intimate as a lover and a partner would, affectionate and loving. He was studying his mate while their baby made little gurgling noises, rubbing happily against Bucky's forehead as his tail dissipated into chubby legs. James giggled when he felt Bucky's finger run down them, instinctively kicking out before he paused, staring down at it.

Steve pulled Bucky near, pressing against his pelvis as he looked down in wonder at their baby's legs, and James involuntarily kicked, learning how to control them, fumbling and trying. ]

Or maybe we should consider homeschooling. Where the syllabus does not involve eating the neighbor.

[disassembling]

[His scales were gradually absorbing into his skin, and that just made him cuddle even closer to Steve, rubbing his smooth skin against his mate's. He glanced down at the little chubby legs as they appeared, making a soft pleased cooing noise at their sweet but dangerous little baby.

He cuddled closer, moving his lower half as much onto Steve as he could feasibly get away with. Ah, it had been a long while since they had skin to skin contact.]

If they pick on him, they deserve to be eaten. It's a learning lesson, important to those of our kind.

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Mmm.

[ Steve doesn't deny it, doesn't want to dissolve Bucky's proud heritage because he loves all of him, sharp teeth and beautifully deadly nature and all. He's proud of their little son, a product of the both of them; Steve is reminded of it when Bucky sidles close and slides his smooth thigh against him. His hand moves down to splay over the curve of his ass, welcoming his mate's affections.

James giggles again when Bucky coos, shrieking sweetly before kissing his parent's nose, wiggling about and enjoying the feeling of having legs. Steve presses snugly against him, a tingle of desire flickering up his spine. Ever since they had James, they barely had a moment of alone time together, and he's missed him.

He sighs softly. ] And people would take him away from us if he ate them. I won't let that happen.

[disassembling]

[Since James, their affection had been limited given how much time a baby took up. Besides, when they were sometimes attempting to be intimate, James often wedged in between them overjoyed at their closeness and wanting to be apart of it. It made having Steve difficult and only now perhaps if their little baby slept on land could they sneak off to have some time to themselves.

Slowly - sneakily - he slid ever closer to his mate and settled his weight straddling Steve's hip. His flesh had smoothed up James' back, smiling fondly at the pair as he tucked in his legs against Steve's and leaned over to kiss the blond.]

As if you or I would allow anyone to take James away. I will kill anyone who stands in the way of our family. And you will help me, won't you? Ah you covered in the blood of our enemies... I would lick it off of you....

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Is it turning you on? [ Steve asked him when it sounded like Bucky was working himself up into a whirlwind of passion. He loved those moments -- well, not so much the brutality of it -- but he loved when Bucky was excited, when he regained more and more of himself as the day passed. Underneath the ferocity and viciousness was a particular brand of kindness, too; a loyalty that Steve adored.

As James slowly began to slow and snooze, Steve shrugged off his shirt to bundle it under their baby, wrapping him up nicely. He was sure James didn't catch colds, but it didn't stop him from caring for him anyway. He kissed James' forehead fondly before he felt Bucky press up against him.

He shifted their baby into a comfortable position on the cool sand; James only stirred, but was lapsing into a familiar sleepiness that usually overtook him during the daytime. He smiled and leaned to kiss Bucky back, a hand coming to trail through his dark hair. ]

I'll always be on your side, Buck. You and me. [ He smiled and kissed him again, tugging his mate atop him. ] I've missed you.

[disassembling]

You covered in blood will always turn me on. [With their time occupied with a baby, there had been far too little for the two of them. Normally he was perfectly content with James sticking close to him, but now he had Steve here on dry land and it was far too much of a situation to not take advantage of.

He cooed a soft tune to their baby, luring James into a deeper sleep even as his fingers crawled and caressed their way up the entire length of Steve's chest until he was gripping his mate's shoulders as they kissed, and he applied more tongue than teeth after maintaining it for more than a few seconds, testing and teasing for Steve's interest.

He rested his forehead against Steve's when the kiss broke, grinning to show all of his sharp teeth.] We haven't been parted long enough to miss me. However... I have missed being physically close to you without a baby wedging in between us...

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[ James is happy to be lulled into deeper sleep, curling into his swaddle and enjoying Bucky's soft cooing, safe and sleepy from the day's stresses. He yawns and settles down, while Steve watches their baby for a moment, distracted from Bucky before his mate captures his attention in a heartbeat, with lazy kisses, tongue sliding against his own to tease and play.

He has Steve's full attention, and he kisses him back with a soft groan, smiling back at him and leaning up to run his fingers through Bucky's hair, appreciating the fact that despite Bucky's sharp teeth, he's never hurt him with it before.

He reaches down Bucky's naked form, sliding his hand possessively over his chest, his stomach, to the way his cock hangs between those powerful legs. He strokes him briefly once, twice, sighing softly at how much he's missed this, how deprived he had been of his Bucky's affections, his favor and his touch. ]

Mmm, so have I. I was going mad not being able to touch you. Or to hold you.

[disassembling]

[His head rolled back on his neck with Steve's hands in his hair, bearing his throat to only his mate. Steve might have blunt cow-teeth, but he knew they could cause damage. Never to him though as he never seriously applied his own teeth to that smooth tanned skin. He still blew a kiss at Steve, the corner of his lips forming a predatory smirk.

He tucked his thighs and knees tight against Steve's, allowing him to roll his hips against those of his mate's. His eyes flutter at the stroking, a low tune escaping his throat in response. His fingers played circles around Steve's nipples.]

I saw we have a few hours... I want to feel you inside of me again.

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Then come make me hard.

[ Steve invites quietly, playfully, a spark of mischief in his eyes. It's as if they're young again, enjoying each other with hardly a care in the world, as if their most precious creation isn't asleep in a bundle away from them.

But this, too, is joy. Steve is half-hard, snugly tucked against Bucky's thigh, rubbing up against him with a soft sigh, and he leans up to scrape his teeth over his mate's throat, possessive and claiming the way he submits to him, enjoying every moment.

His hand comes to rest on Bucky's belly, taut and firm now that it isn't swollen with child, and he rubs against it lightly, lovingly. ] I want to be inside you again and again. Fill you up, make you squirm above me.

[disassembling]

That won't be difficult. It will be quite the opposite... you'll be so hard you come.

[A part of him was always amused by changing up words of human language and letting them fall from his tongue, like he was still new at all of this when he certainly wasn't. Like they were children again, even though they were plainly adults. Like this care-free life would be theirs forever and he could try to get Steve to roll those beautiful blue eyes at him.

He released a sighing note of a tune at those teeth so close to vital areas, his fingers curling around the back of Steve's head to hold his mate there. His hips rocked and then sidled slowly backwards so that he could get his metal fingers on Steve's length. He stroked his mate leisurely as if they were in no hurry, but his blue eyes had already darkened with obvious lust.]

Fill me up with another squirming child of yours? [He made certain to do a slow impression of squirming, but it was an undulation of his body that was too fluid for such motions.] I will pound you into the sand and listen to your own version of music as you cry out my name.

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[ Steve laughs softly, breathily against his lover's mouth -- he knows Bucky's mixing things up again, throwing out lovely words and sinful promises that make him tingle right to his toes. It's almost as if they were young again, when all they had were each other and nothing else mattered.

He listens to that soft, sweet tune, charmed by Bucky's nature as he gasps and groans softly, growing so hard that he would probably do as Bucky's predicted before long. He's so beautiful like this, when he's taken by lust and it's all Steve can do not to be overwhelmed by him.

He presses up against his beloved, meeting him halfway, strength for strength and thrust for thrust, so turned on that he shifts himself, gently pushing Bucky's fingers away, angling so that he can, in one swift, almost-vicious move, thrust fully up inside his Bucky's waiting heat, sheathing himself in his lover's body as if he's always belonged.

He growls softly, admiring the way he undulates and squirms against him. He grips him harder, leaning up to kiss him fiercely, possessively, smiling against his lips. His free hand slips down to squeeze his ass, making it clear just who Bucky belongs to. ] Do you want another, Buck? I think I'm addicted to you.

[disassembling]

[Ah, there was the feisty hard lover that he knew, perhaps more so given the lack of time together for the passed few months. He was feeling the pinch, and his hips moved with a touch of desperate urgency as he worked them both up to a hard frenzy of motions, enjoying the freedom that was allotted to them in this window of time.

He smoothed his fingers up Steve's belly, caressing between strong abs even as he issued a near surprised trill at the sudden invasion of his body. He sank down on Steve, feeling his walls stretching to accommodate his mate, and his rocking began again in earnest just to feel the rise and fall of his body on that hard length, letting it fill and stimulate all his nerve endings.

He set his knees and despite and perhaps because of the strong grip on him, he waged his strength to bounced hard and fast on Steve's hips.] So soon? I've just gotten my figure back... so selfish. [He smirked all the same; he had never believed in 'protection'. What would be was what would be.]

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I don't see you complaining, Buck.

[ Steve teases him with a wicked little smile, rolling his hips and thrusting up harder, enjoying the endearing little trill issued from his lips. He does love the way Bucky sounds when they're making love; and on this beach under the sun there is nothing stopping them from being together, no one to witness the proof of their bond with each other.

He makes soft, appreciative noises when Bucky grinds down on him again and again, the movement so sensual that he cannot help but watch him, enraptured. Look at the way he fucks himself on him, how Bucky seems to enjoy every moment of it. He leans up to press his lips over a nipple, lapping against one while pinching the other lightly. ]

I loved your pregnant figure, too. Carrying my child inside you, giving it life...

[disassembling]

Why would I ever complain when I have my family surrounding me on this secluded little island where we can do whatever we want? There is nothing to complain about, especially with you inside of me like this...

[The harder that Steve thrust up into him, the harder he drove his hips down to get as much of his mate inside of him as possible. His slick walls contracted, gripping Steve's erection as he panted and made musical moans and sighs as he rode his mate into the sand without a single care in the world.

He arched his chest towards Steve's mouth, his arms curling around his mate's head protectively as he leaned his nose down to bury into those soft blond locks and breathing in the wonderful scent of Steve. All his.]

I did enjoy your hands all over my belly so often. And your staunch disapproval for my singing... nothing heated my blood like your disapproval for that.

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You were a bad boy.

[ Steve chastises him breathlessly, in awe at how magnificent Bucky is when he sinks down on his cock again and again. He adores how he is, so very sweet and wanting, and he smiles, hands rubbing over his flat belly now, remembering how it was before. His naughty merman, predatory and playful and dangerous; but he loved every moment of it.

He sighs softly and rolls his hips, rolling them over so that he's pinning him in the sand, lifting both his legs to hitch them over his shoulders, changing up the angle so he can go deeper, harder, slamming up inside him with more force. ]

Does this heat your blood now, too?

[disassembling]

I haven't changed... just aren't any humans to show James how to attract yet.

[He sung a note of pleasure as he rode Steve harder, curling a lip again to expose his sharp teeth, similar kinds mirrored in their baby's mouth. Steve's smile was always so warming, and he tilted his head back at those big hands smoothing over his belly. He rammed himself down on Steve harder in reply to it, as if demanding something akin to their rough matings that had probably resulted in James in the first place.

He hissed when they rolled, his head turning to keep an eye on their sleeping infant, who seemed not at all aware by their actions. He found himself rolled to his shoulders as his legs were curled over Steve's shoulders and his fingers locked around Steve's wrists in reply as pleasure blinded him at being pounded into the sand.]

Gods yes...! You aren't allowed to stop! [He rolled his hips as much as was possible with his position, made difficult by the fact that his shoulders were basically pinned to the sand. He loved every moment of this, the way that Steve felt stretching him out and filling him on each thrust.]

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[ He loves it when Bucky sings, when he coos at him and makes his pleasure known. He feels warm and loved and adored, and he shares this intimacy with his lover, pressing close to hold him tight, to keep him trapped against him. Bucky tends to get wild when he's in the throes of passion, and it's up to Steve to rein him in, to soothe that animalistic drive to rut and to fuck.

He rolls his hips and leans down to kiss him, thrusting up tight -- it only takes minutes before he comes inside of him with a low, aching groan, emptying his heavy balls into his lover's body, filling him with his seed. He keeps thrusting through spurt after spurt, shivering and gripping him bruisingly tight. ]

Nngh -- Bucky.

[disassembling]

[His legs tightened on Steve, restraining his mate as much as it was clear that Steve was restraining him. He drove himself down on his mate's erection in the same rough way that Steve plunged into his body, and his chest heaved as he strained and struggled playfully in their fight for pleasure with each other.

Yet, the kiss takes the bite from his motions, slows him slightly as his hands cup around the back of his mate's head as they fell into the kind of unite rhythm that always lead to that one thing. He cooed soft and sweet into Steve's mouth as he came a thrust before his mate did, dirtying their stomachs even as his walls milked every drop that Steve had to offer up.]

Ah, ah... the things you do to me, Steven. [He panted, his hips giving little bucks as he rode through the intense pleasure and then relaxed as much as he could in Steve's crushing grip.] I think... I'm going to have to insist we do that more often.