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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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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?
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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?
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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.
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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?
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[ 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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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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He made a sound that was a pleasured sob at the teasing, pressing back as he scraped his blunt nails down Steve's exposed chest, leaning into the kiss like it might give him the relief that he was so in need of.]
No... I will never be good until you've taken me and forced me to acknowledge your claim on me. [He curled a lip in a snarl of challenge, though he also issued a whine as his hips rolled so that he could press himself harder on that finger.] God Steve...!
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Relishing the sob and the subsequent snarl, Steve thinks that it looks so very good on him. He smiles and pushes the second finger in, sleek strokes to loosen him up a little more. He's so tight it makes Steve ache, and he can only imagine what he would be like when he finally sinks inside him. He growls at that challenge, nipping at his bottom lip fiercely before he kisses him hard, swallowing that soft, sweet cry of his name.
If he could, he would mate him before his whole pack. He grips him tight to flip him over onto the grass, pinning him down and rutting against him, fingers fucking in and out of him with brutal deliberation. ] I'm going to fuck you so hard you howl my name. I'll be so deep inside you you'll feel me for weeks. You're mine.
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The kiss bruised his lips, swelling them so that they appeared fuller, and he groaned wantonly. It was all a trap, he realized as Steve waged that new alpha strength to flip them so fast and hard, he lay stunned and squirming under the blond, his legs clinging desperately to any part of Steve they could wrap around.
His right hand snapped down to wrap around his soon-to-be mate's erection, stroking at the same pace he was being loosened up with. He arched again, bearing the column of his throat to Steve, those words like music to his ears.] Yes, yes... yours! Now put your money where your mouth is before we end up in a chase! [Not that he currently had the capacity to run as he was.]
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[ Steve promises, his words low and rough as he leans down to bite down on his lover's throat, claiming him as he sucks a vivid lovebite on his skin, ferocious and aggressive. ] -- I'll hunt you down and force you to the ground. I'll mount you, over and over.
[ A vicious promise, even as he overpowers his smaller mate now, pulling out his fingers to grasp his own cock, fingers brushing over Bucky's -- he does love the way his lover handles him, how his hands feel over his aching, throbbing length. By now Bucky is so slick he's sure he can take him, and he doesn't hesitate, gently easing Bucky's fingers away so he can thrust into him in one swift, sharp stroke.
He seats himself inside him and the pleasure is almost too much for him to take, the burst of sensation, the heat that sheathes him like he's always belonged, and he arches his back, wide-eyed at the way it feels, his breath knocked out of him. ]
Ah --
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He cried out a howl at the bite though, feeling the sting and then the rise of heat to the surface of his damaged skin. He thrashed his legs around Steve's thighs, threatening to fight and upend his soon-to-be mate, but he arched as his fingers was convinced off of Steve, the single mode of control that he had. It had been hard and heavy and warm in his grip.
As Steve thrusts into him, his hands gripped the golden wolf's back, a sharp moan leaving his throat as his body stretched to accommodate Steve's thick girth. It set nerves he had no idea existed singing, and his walls contracted and molded around the invading erection, forming and memorizing it, bonding his body to Steve's. His mate even without a bite; his body would accept no other comfortably, would potentially bear no pups but those sired by Steve himself.]
G-gods, Steve... yours, I'm yours! [There was no turning back; he wanted to laugh with joy. He was no longer a negotiating piece for his grandfather.] Fuck me hard, alpha.
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He gasps, howling in turn when he feels the way his omega's body accepts him, opening up and clenching tight around him, as if he's made for Steve all along. He revels in the way Bucky thrills under him, when he reacts and sets all of Steve's senses on fire. It's intoxicating, overwhelming, when he ruts fiercely into him, marking Bucky as his own, demanding his submission. He's thick and hard inside of him, his cock leaking to lubricate the thrusts, filling him with himself.
His Bucky will bear no one else's pups except his own, and he reaches down to cup his cock, squeezing gently and jerking him off, mindful of Bucky's pleasure, wanting him to feel good, too. ]
No one will push you around again.
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His legs hiked higher in Steve's thighs, gripping for the sake of holding on as his arms curled around just behind his mates's arms to cling to the blond's broad muscled back. This demand for submission earned just that as he tipped his head back into the grass, bearing his throat and the fluttering throb of his pulse points as his jaw hung slightly open to allow him to emit low grateful moans with each slam of their hips together. The pleasure snaked up his spine, clenched his limbs even as he thrust down on Steve's erection just to feel how his muscles were forced to loosen around the thickness that filled him.
His hips jumped with the attention between his own legs, his erection leaking as much as his entrance was, long lines of fluid streaking his belly. He howled Steve's name for the sake of forcing the world to hear who his alpha was.]
Just you... you can push me around, and oh damn, Rogers, I'll see you loving every second of it.
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[ He tells him, thrilling at the way his new mate howls, how he's been waiting for this for years, dreamed of it even when he was still a pup -- that Bucky will be his, and he would protect and cherish and love him with all his heart.
He grips him tighter, admiring the way he looks under him, when Bucky's so wet and slippery inside that it's all he could do to hold on. He looks debauched and ravished and Steve hasn't even done anything yet, and his breath catches. Steve leans down to kiss him, adoring and in love, giving in to all of his needs, wanting to show him that he can provide for Bucky, to love him all the days of his life.
He trembles, leaking into him as passion builds. He's not quite there yet, no; they're enjoying the mating, the rutting as he pounds into his lover like a wild animal, and he pulls out, extricating Bucky's legs reluctantly from around him. ]
And damn right I will love every second of it. [ A gentle but firm slap on his rump, then: ] Hands and knees.
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He issued a playful growl at the sudden slap to his ass, tightening his legs on his mate even if the emptiness was hollowing. Like something left undone. He leaned up to kiss again at Steve's face before he was rolling up onto his hands and knees, bracing himself and tipping his head back.]
Hurry... I'm so warm. [And already his body craved the rough penetration of his mate. God he wanted to be knotted so badly.]
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Bucky is his soulmate, most beloved, and he can't help but bury his face in his hair and breathing him in before his lips trail back down to the alluring curve of his neck.
He thrusts into him again, and he doesn't go gentle, fucking him roughly in thorough, long strokes, breathing heavily with every time he sinks deep inside. ]
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He whined at the nuzzling, pressing his ass back in his own demand, and it was met without complaint by his mate. He howled again as Steve filled him, his fingers digging into the grass and dirt as he rocked forward with each hard thrust. He practically melted into the activity, but he also slammed his hips back and rolled them to make this a bit of a challenge.
He had to shift his knees further apart to better brace, but his erection bounced and slapped against his hips with their rough mating, feeling the hot slap of Steve's balls against his own flesh when his mate bottomed out inside of him.]
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It's erotic, sensuous, the way they mate like animals; and he could feel it coming, when he's swollen, thick and hard as he finally knots and pulls taut, unable to draw out of Bucky, unable to push further in. He's caught and locked tight in his lover's body, and he kisses his ear, his throat, blunt teeth against his shoulder before he feels himself shift back into the powerful wolf form, golden with sharp, sharp teeth that would not hurt his mate.
The change is rapid, even when he's locked in with his beloved, and he growls, paws keeping his Bucky down as he comes in hot, thick spurts, the first in an oncoming deluge. ]
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Everything was a hot, relentless rhythm, all instinctual and divine. For a time, he couldn't think of anything being better. Then Steve knotted him, and he howled, throwing his head back to letting the world hear how his defiance of his family had been so entirely worth it with the blond sealing them together.
The wolf on his back was not a surprise, even as he tipped his head to the right in order to bear his left shoulder to the blond powerful creature on his back. Hot wetness filled him, and he shuddered as he came, his muscles clenching around the knot until it was almost painful and his hips gave little stutters.]
Mark me... goddamn it, Steve, bite me!
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They're together in all the ways that matter now, and he releases Bucky's shoulder, trickles of blood swelling in his mouth. He swallows, tilting his snout back as he howls into the forest, a shameless mating cry. ]
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