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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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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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And with everything sealed and blood staining his shoulder and dripping to the grass, his own change rapidly occurred. His tail flagged around Steve's hips and his dark fur was bristled even as he remained crouched on his front end while his hips remained in the air with the knot still locking them together.
As soon as he had completely changed, he added his howl to Steve's.]
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He doesn't stop coming, buried deep inside him as that transformation earns Bucky another generous few spurts, filling him up all over again. He licks Bucky's ear, nipping gently as he rolls his hips, buried so deeply inside him that he's overwhelmed by the sensation of it. ]
I never want to be outside of you, Buck. Does that sound wrong?
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He would carry a litter if it killed him, by God. Golden little pups... he sighed and flicked his tongue against his nose.]
There is still so much time for mating. This is just the beginning. You better show me your stamina, Rogers.
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[ Steve teases, huffing softly as he nuzzles into his mate's fur, hips undulating as he feels Bucky continuing to milk his seed from him. He licks him lazily, spurting into him in erratic bursts, filling him up as he keeps him mated and bound to him.
Like this, they are one, and he feels his knot slowly, steadily going down. Before long, he can move inside him again, fucking him in growing thrusts, feeling the thick, sticky semen leak onto the ground. ]
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Suddenly, he moved out from under Steve, tottering on his paws until the fuzzy pleasant sensations clogging up his brain have receded enough for him to think. He wagged his tail and turned around to butt his forehead against his mate's shoulder.]
Come, to the bear den... catch me if you can.
[He walked slowly at first, getting a feel for the freedom that was now afforded to him before he picked up his pace and trotted off to the bear den where they had first clearly thought of mating. Now he would make that a reality.]
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He remembered this place; this was the first time he'd ever wanted to mate Bucky in earnest, and that thought had never gone away. He pinned Bucky onto the ground with his paws, licking his snout and nipping at his neck. ]
Got you. You're not running away from me again.
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This place was special, not just for the multitude of scents either. They had first dared to consider mating in this place. He now wanted the reality.
He squirmed under Steve, thrusting his hips up against his mate's heavy erection and his paws batting at Steve's shoulders as he whined at the assault of tongue and nips. He tried to roll but gave up half way through the attempt to playfully kick with his hind legs at Steve's thighs.]
Oh and how are you going to stop me, hmm?
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[ Steve growls playfully, pinning his entire weight down on his mischievous mate. He knows that Bucky doesn't really want to buck him off, and he licks at his face, his neck, before he pushes himself into that hot, wet sheath again, still so sticky when he'd come before.
His hips thrust against his in a slow rhythm -- he wants Bucky to feel all of this, the way his thick, long cock slides into his body, claiming him all over again. As promised, mating in the bear den when this had been a fantasy before. He bumps his snout against his, chuffing softly. ] I love you.
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His hind feet settled on Steve's hips, using it as a brace so that he could thrust back, welcoming his mate into his body on each rough glide of slick inches of flesh. He groaned and licked Steve's muzzle fondly.] And I you. I am forever yours.