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[ No, no. Steve didn't want to accept them, tense as he bared his teeth in slow growing anger -- even when he was smaller, his own temper and recklessness had been his defining trait. Even now, too, on behalf of a soul he loved so much. He hated the way Bucky acceped what was to be his fate, he hated the idea that Schmidt would one day claim Bucky as his own. He'd heard the rumors, of course, of an omega that he'd had -- and to have such a ruthless creature claiming his Bucky made his blood boil.

He snarled quietly, but settled a little more to enjoy the kisses, soft and sweet and innocent, and he ducked his head to rub against his jaw, to lick his face openly, boldly. ] You're trying to change the subject. I want you to be happy, you deserve all of it.