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Who: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers
When: Spring Gatherings
What: Werewolf ABO AU - Because we said so.
Warnings: Really cute stuff, sex, mpreg

Hundreds of them came from all over the continent, some at great distances to be with their own kind despite the risk of such a vast movement of so many. Humans weren't included, and half the game was outsmarting their technology to travel the fields, through the trees, over rivers, around lakes and up and down mountain paths to get to the Gathering Grounds. They only came together to discuss the greatest politics of their culture, to renew bonds and brotherhood, for some to show off their recent litters of growing pups (some just old enough to make the journey), others to barter their great nephews, nieces, or grandchildren into bonds stronger than scent and pack, a bond of blood.

His entire pack was joined by many members of the other packs that lived in the surrounding territory of hills and fields, an agreeable traveling arrangement where his grandfather conferred only with another aged wolf around the same age on their path. Pierce was an alpha's alpha, a man of greatness to have brought about success of the group through negotiation, trade and fighting when necessary.

His brothers, both alphas, were the fighters of Pierce's particular eye. He was the carrot where his brothers were all brutal stick, and he knew his grandfather intended to find him a match this year, though who and where and when he wasn't privy too. He was simply to do as he always did, mingle, meet with friends, fight to prove his skill and strength and for goodness sake, don't let too many noses under his tail. It was the same old story since he had been shown to be omega. Tail clamped until mated his grandfather told him.

James was less intent on being a bargaining chip and more intent on reuniting with old friends that he hadn't seen in five years. His oldest and best friend had gone away two years ago, a feisty little alpha of the richest of gold, but Steve had no come back and he had been forced to know his childhood friend in memory only. That was the way of the world; not all of them made it to adulthood or lived to their potential. The encroachment of humans were discussions of the pack leaders; he wasn't old enough to care much about it, and humans had never particularly bothered him save for their occasional strange antics and smells in their cities. He knew enough of them to behave normally if he assumed that shape.

Once settled in their usual spot in one of the many big caves that looked down into the massive glade which acted as the gathering spot, he had headed out (tail tucked, yes grandfather) to explore and meet other werewolves. There were old friends, a few with pups of their own to show off, fine strong creatures. One of his old friends had an omega who was far enough along to be humorously round in the belly, and they had teased the pair for being too frisky and making too many. It was a great time as more wolves flooded into the area, making all manner of racket.

He only headed off to find a rabbit to eat on his own and to get away from the noise when all the celebrations were starting. He found and closer to the camp than he would have thought, ignoring the pleasantness that had nothing to do with chewing down fresh meat. If his grandfather suspected, he'd be confined to their cave or sent him. He wasn't missing out on this for some silly old potential for heat; it was just excitement being around so many of his own kind, nothing more.

Cracking open a bone that he held in his forepaws, he licked and sucked on the marrow and sighed contently. He had to lick blood from his black coat, taking special care with grooming just in case his grandfather had someone potentially lined up already to introduce him to. It was better out here in the night. The crickets were loud tonight and the air was warm, contenting him to stay away from the camp for longer.

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[He couldn't help but smirk at the embarrassment, and this was all play, wasn't it? The banter, the nudging, the slow burning rise of something instinctual. He loved playing the puppy while an adult, but it happened only with the new litters or Steve, expectations taking him strongly into adulthood otherwise.

When Steve fell over, he jumped up and down in the same spot and barked before pouncing on his friend's back, draping himself all over Steve and grasping an ear in his teeth gently as he pretended to worry to flesh back and forth.

The comment had him pausing and peering around the side of Steve's face.]

...my heat is in one, maybe two days, you know. If your family negotiations with mine go well, you might just get your wish.

You said he wouldn't approve.

[ Because Steve was smart enough to know that Pierce wouldn't agree based on sentimentality, not when he saw the value in his grandson -- and it made him sick to know that Bucky was little more than an asset to him, born for a singular purpose.

He gently nipped at him, tail thumping on the ground in appreciation at the way his Bucky seemed to play with his ear, as if the years between them hadn't passed at all.

He licked Bucky's face, his snout. ] Is that what you want?

He won't. Just maybe you and Erskine together could convince him. He's about business, so maybe negotiation tactics?

[He swallowed the threatening disappointment that it would never happen, that his grandfather was set on Schmidt or some other far away alpha in need of a trophy. Pierce had taken extreme personal interest in him as soon as he showed himself an omega, prizing him and even trying to coddle him at times. He knew why.

He tucked his legs in against Steve's large body, still draped all over the other wolf and growling softly as he was licked, nipping back and worrying Steve's lip when he caught it.]

I told you. I don't make plans for myself, not when I know how the game works.

Or we can forgo negotiation entirely and I can take you here.

[ The idea of negotiation made him sick -- it was trade in the worst ways, and Steve had never liked the upper echelons of their culture for it. The other wolves mated for love, had joined with each other not so much for political reasons as it was for emotional ones.

He let him, before he simply moved, pinning Bucky underneath him with his paws as he stared down at him. It would be his right as an alpha to claim a mate, to take one as his own -- but at the same time, Steve wanted to give him a choice, wanted to know if this could be what Bucky wanted from him. ] What if I want you to make plans? What if I told you I could make them come true?

You realize the extreme risk to both of us doing that. You could be attacked or worse.

[Not killed though. It was strict pack policy that mates were for life unless that mate died of natural caused or killed on a hunt. Accidents happened in the lives they led, but wolves never turned on other wolves over a mate. Their long lives and strength meant that most busied themselves with verbal negotiations to avoid any chance of violence.

He rolled with a yip until Steve was over top of him, leaning up to lick the underside of his friend's jaw. His tail beat on the ground, wafting a little of his scent as he growled and groaned and wiggled on the ground in a playful showing, almost teasing.] I would tell you I would only make any plans if I was not a political piece in a game.

I know.

[ And Steve was willing to take that risk anyway -- to free Bucky from whatever destiny Pierce had for him, sure to be an unhappy one, because no matter how much Pierce loved Bucky, it was always because he was a piece he could use and maneuver for something, and never for Bucky's own sake.

He felt the smaller werewolf under him, and he feels those licks, the way the warmth of them burns him up inside, sets a fire inside him he knows he can't quench. This is it; Bucky's the one he wants, and he can't ignore the way he shows, the scent that catches his nostrils, his libido. ]

And if I say you're not, starting from now? We can run away together. Live and start a family.

[He was amazed but not surprised that Steve was willing to throw everything - pack, potential, and rank - aside to run off with him into the night. They would both lose everything, forever outcasts in their own society and they could be harmed and everything taken away that they had gathered for themselves thereafter. It was a risk few would pledge to take. It warmed him to the seriousness of Steve's want to be close to him.

But he wouldn't do it. It was not a life he would ever lead. He leaned up, burying his nose into Steve's golden ruff of fur and breathing deep the other wolf's scent, letting it fill his head and lure him.]

No, we will stay and we will live and start a family just the same. Neither of us are cowards, and I won't run away from this. That is my first want and decision. Do you agree?

[ For Bucky, he was -- but the stakes were too high, and when Bucky wanted to stay, there Steve would be, too. He would fight tooth and nail for Bucky, to be by his side no matter what he wanted. See, Steve had been with Bucky all his life, and to be without him again would be unthinkable. Unbearable.

He rubbed his nose against his throat, hopelessly drawn as he rutted blindly against him, not quite sure what he was going to do -- he was driven by instinct, wanting comfort, and he licked at his face, his fur, tail wagging. ]

Yes. Yes, of course. I will fight for the right to have you as a partner. My partner.

[The stakes were high for staying, and the result just might be the same as if they had run away. He had a feeling that it wouldn't be, but that whatever payment required would be uncomfortable and high. He would take it to be with Steve, that growling wobbly golden haired pup who was all teeth and grit and adorable little ears.

His hips rocked up in reply, nuzzling Steve's ruff before he shifted on the ground where the golden wolf was standing over him. He rolled over onto his stomach and crawled far enough forward to be able to stand and then purposefully whamped Steve's face with his bushy black tail, teasing.]

I know, and think of all the trouble we can get into together, hmm? You never knew how to be good, did you?

No, I never did.

[ Steve's answer was cheeky as he allowed Bucky to squirm out from under him, admiring his best friend's sleek form. He nipped at that bushy tail but meant no ill for it, inhaling that familiar musk as he decided to pounce on him again, roughhousing the way they did when they were pups. ]

I'm gonna raise hell for you, Buck. Your grandfather's going to accept me.

[He yelped at the sudden weight on his back knocking him over, and it was like fighting his brothers! He growled and twisted, squirming under Steve's heavy handsome weight with delight at such antics. The bear den was just big enough to make this possible but small enough where they couldn't throw each other around too much.

And he had no doubt about Steve's declaration.]

I hope you learned good negotiating skills while you were away. Or is your brain a big muscle now too?

That's rude.

[ Steve teased him right back, happy to wiggle on Bucky for a moment before he licked at his face again, deciding to be the one to groom Bucky this time, although he wasn't doing as good a job as Bucky usually did for him. ]

I'll be a good negotiator. You'll see. Where are your brothers, anyway?

[He paused in their wrestling match to be groomed, humming in pleasure and lifting his chin so Steve could groom as much his neck as his face. His tail wagged and his body settled closely as at ease with his best friend now as when they had been together years ago before Erskine had taken his friend away to train. It was like old times with the added thrill of perhaps, maybe getting a bit of freedom.

He finally lifted a paw to push Steve's head to the side and return the grooming favour with fervor.

Oh you know them, pushing around their old friends. I'm sure Rumlow will come looking for me soon. Grandfather has assigned him my 'guardian' when we're in big groups.

[The gathering was nice, the friends were fun, and the contests were worth every bit of energy that he had to spend in them. There was all the usual political maneuvering that had nothing to do with him or the younger wolves, and that left him plenty of time to spend with Steve. He was very taken with his golden friend, and they spent long hours catching up, playing around and grooming. He didn't care how it came across either, especially when watching Steve compete against other alphas on some of fighting challenges; he only had one wolf to cheer for. There was only one real choice. It was always Steve.

The only problem was his family, mostly his grandfather who had not been convinced by any negotiating or arguing that he or Steve had made to allow them to be together. If anything, his grandfather made it insufferable to be at the family camp, and when he wasn't, one of his brothers was usually following him around keeping an eye on him. They didn't, however, stop him from interacting with Steve, just a presence here and there to let him know that his wayward antics would be reported and grandfather would make his life very difficult.

It was the last full day of the celebration and debates, and he finally couldn't take it anymore. An argument about his future had turned into snarling and actual fighting, which had driven him from his family encampment. He left with little more than the clothes that he had and sprinted off into the woods, aware that the fight would eventually get back to Steve. He was done; he believed too strongly that the golden wolf was his and for him that it was insufferable to stay as it was. He'd take being disowned over this.

James ran until his legs were tired and his heat picking at his skin. He found himself back and spot on the rocks where he could look down into the small sloping valley and see anyone coming to his position. He'd wait. Steve would come; they had talked about eloping already though he had always been the one to refuse. Now he was ready if Steve was still willing. They'd go away and have a pack of their own; the world was theirs to find a territory in.]

[ And Steve comes, sure as he's promised. He's been chomping at the bit, frustrated that Pierce continues to deny them both even when it's obvious that they've got eyes for no one else. Even throughout the gathering, all Steve cared about was Bucky, the way he looked at him, the way he cheered him on, bright eyed and beloved.

There is no one else Steve will take for a mate; not when his heart so wholly, so completely belongs to Bucky himself. But he cannot bring himself to urge his best friend and soulmate to cut off all ties just like that, no matter how much he wants to. Erskine had said that he ought to let things play out, to be there when Bucky inevitably needs him, and here they are in this moment, at this time.

He comes to him immediately when he realizes what's happened, more than eager to do the unthinkable with him, to steal him away from the rest of the others and have him for himself. The world is theirs, and despite the terror of it all the exhilaration is genuine. They can forge their own paths together, they can start a family with each other the way they always wanted.

He tracks Bucky's scent easily, and he lopes up to him, heart pounding. Erskine could catch hell for this, but the older wolf had always been shrewd and quick enough to maneuver -- and he was the one who had encouraged Steve to come for this. ]

You came. [ Steve says with no small amount of joy, nosing his flank and wagging furiously. ] Are you all right?

[There the big golden alpha came, moving from the trees easily and certainly not being followed as he half-expected. In the week that he had been at the gathering, he had run off a few times for short bursts just to settle his anger, and Pierce had let him go as if making a point of some kind. Even his brothers left him alone, but Steve always came no matter the short or long distance away from the camp. Normally, they hunt rabbits which were few and far between but now he decided, if Steve willing, they would leave the festivities and head out alone.

He felt an immense relief to see the golden alpha, and long before Steve ever climbed to the rock he was curled up on, his tail was wagging a welcome. He lifted his head from where it rested on his forepaws and whined softly as he nosed at the fur of Steve's shoulder. God the alpha smelled so amazing, bigger and better than ever before, and there was an itch to his skin that made him want to rebel against everything his grandfather stood for.]

I could say the same thing to you. [He rolled onto his side, uncurling and lifting his hind leg to allow for Steve to investigate him fully and completely.] I'm not going back this time. I know you said that you'd leave everything behind before, but I'm checking now: will you run away with me? Will you be my alpha?

[ Bucky rolled onto his side, and Steve knew exactly what he was trying to do, so in tune with his best friend that he explored all of him in a heartbeat, wet nose pressing against his fur, sniffing and breathing him in, catching his scent and remembering it with a hunger that curled in his gut.

He remembered the flare of desire, the slow burn of want that pressed against his consciousness, and he growled, soft and low when he heard his Bucky's words, the question he asked of him again. How could Steve say no, when this was everything he had ever wanted ever since they met each other again? His heart was Bucky's, and so was his mind and his soul -- and as he pressed his nose against his furry chest, even the sheath where he knew his cock would slip out, reveling in the show of submission and acceptance. ]

Of course. Of course. I've always wanted to be yours, Bucky. You make me feel so wild and so at peace all at once. I can never dream of not being by your side.

[ He made a soft noise, licking at the skin of his stomach, teasing and playing with him. ] Be mine. Let me have you.

[He shivered in his fur when Steve's nose dipped under his raised leg, smelling and sending little bursts of thrill through him. His tail wagged very specifically, sweeping his scent at the alpha as a welcome and perhaps to convince Steve - who needed no convincing - to follow him away from family, land, title and rank. They would both be giving up a lot, but he saw no problem with that anymore.

Not after he had spent the last week with Steve, coming to realize that this particular scrappy alpha was the one for him.

He whined softly, rolling more to his back, his forelegs pressing on Steve's shoulders even as he tipped his head back to bear his throat.]

Then it's settled. I want the same thing. [He squirmed at the licking, heat flaring throughout him.] Yes, I will. We shouldn't... not so obvious here unless you're that kind of potential voyeur?

Are you calling me a pervert?

[ Steve nipped at him playfully, nosing along his hind leg as Bucky's scent became more intense, his desire and his lust making itself known. Bucky was always the one for him, the one who played with him and liked him when he was half the size that he was now.

For Bucky, Steve would abandon family, title, land, everything that his pack had earned, and Bucky, he realised, would have to make the same sacrifice. But it would be worth it, wouldn't it? Because the alternative was something he didn't want to think about. The alternative was a life without Bucky, and he wasn't sure he could power on through that.

He licked at him, lifting his head to nuzzle his nose before pressing his pelvis down against Bucky's, more than shameless when it came to showing Bucky how he was wanted, how Steve wanted to mark him and leave his scent all over him. Bucky was his, and his heart was soaring, ecstatic at having his own feelings returned at last.

He nipped at Bucky's throat, staking his claim, making sure that his omega remembered who he belonged to. ] No one will see us here, Buck.

[God, Steve was making him so hot under his fur with nosing alone, and he was so ready after the last few days to just get claimed anywhere that Steve wanted to. Even the alpha's scent was potent and alluring, making his head swim pleasantly as his tail continued to wag despite the nosing and nudging between his thighs.

He squirmed under the pressure of Steve's pelvis, whining in desperation and pawing at his golden friend and soon to be mate. He shuddered at the nip and the commanding tone, letting it relax him even more.]

Should we be as we are or... in our human form? I don't care, but soon, I'm going to want you any which way and not be able to control myself. I want your pups, Steven Rogers.

[ Steve had to think about that for a moment. They were most comfortable with their wolf forms -- but Bucky was a very handsome human, too; with the most beautiful green eyes and that adorable dip on his chin. His excitement fluttered, warming up as he felt his mate-to-be's arousal under him. He knew what this meant, he knew that they would be bound together once Steve claimed him, and he huffed softly.

He wanted everything that Bucky promised, he wanted to drive him out of his mind, to fuck him again and again -- and he shifted into his human form without warning, naked and strong, his cock hanging thick between muscled thighs. His fingers tangled in his Bucky's fur, rubbing over his fuzzy shaft. ]

You'll have my pups. [ He spoke in his human voice, looking down at his wolf in adoration. ] You're aching for me now, aren't you? You want me to slide inside you so deep, you could taste me in the back of your throat.

[Steve was different from childhood, so much more alpha physically but always the same in every other way. It was those other ways that drove him a little mad for the golden wolf, but he admitted freely that watching Steve compete had made his arousal rise easily as the alpha took out opponents.

And there was Steve human with that tanned skin, and his eyes unwittingly dropped to sight the thick inviting length that hung between Steve's legs. It made his mouth water and he squirmed on the rock because he wanted the alpha pretty damn bad about this point now that everything about this situation was a firm reality. His hips moved with the touch and he suddenly shifted to his own human form, his thighs curling tight against Steve's, his own erection curving back to rest on his belly.]

I've been aching for you for the passed two days. If you don't knot me soon, I'm going to ride you until you bleed into this rock.

[ Steve knew how Bucky felt; had always sensed the way Bucky sat a little straighter, those eyes fixated just on him. He loved those moments, reveled in the fact that he had all of Bucky's attention -- and right now, there was no better moment than this. He was the centre of his Bucky's world, and he damn well was going to make this good for him.

He had loved Bucky, adored him for as long as he could remember, and he gasped when he felt the other man shapeshift into a form like his own, so stunningly dark and beautiful that it make him keen quietly for him, longing making his cock twitch against Bucky's thigh.

There they were, two souls entwined, and Steve had never loved him more. He had fantasized about this moment for so long, thinking of a hundred different ways to ravish him, to make him his own.

He reached down to touch Bucky's cock, shivering in pleasure before he gave him a wicked smile. ] Do it. I want us to leave our mark. I want them to know I mated you here. [ He murmured, before hungrily leaning in to finally, finally kiss his mouth. ]

[His heat suddenly felt like it hadn't come fast enough as the little loose rocks dug into his bare ass, which was slick with his interest. He slowly set his elbows on the stone and pushed himself up until he could feel the heat from Steve's chest against his own, and he had never wanted a single wolf so badly in his entire life.

His heels slid down until he could hook them around the back of Steve's knees, holding on as he arched his chest so that his nipples brushed against the alpha's as pleasured heat spread higher in his body at the touch to his erection. He shuddered at the comment, especially how it contrasted with the kiss.

He drove his mouth forward more, plying at Steve's lips with his tongue as he snapped his hands up to grasp his mate-to-be's shoulders and moved to roll them so that he could straddle Steve's hips and grind himself down on the larger man.] We do it here and then that abandoned bear den. I always wanted to have you there since we found it.

[ Oh.

Steve exhaled in pleasant surprise when his plucky lover reverses their positions so that his ass was on those loose rocks. He could smell it, the thick, intoxicating scent of Bucky's heat, as if he was begging to be rutted and filled so deeply and thoroughly that the entire forest could hear them fucking like the wild animals like they were.

He liked that idea, and he grinned up at him as he rolled their hips together, in tune with the other man's movements and eager for more. He laughed softly and leaned up to kiss him again, fingers coming to press between those tight, pert cheeks, toying with his slick hole. ]

Yes. I'll mate you there too, and we'll leave our scent there. [ He growled, low and soft and approving. ] Look at you, you're already so wet. Are you going to be good for me? [ He pushes a finger in, stretching that little puckered rim. ]

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