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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.
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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[ 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?
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[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.
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[ 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?
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[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.
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[ 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.
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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?
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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.
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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?
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[ 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.
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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?
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[ 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?
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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.