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Who: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers
When: When Bucky is recruited
What: Giant werewolf is brow-beat by a fiesty little human best friend to bite on the full moon so that Steve can also join the war effort.
Warnings: TBA
[When he had been a puppy, he had been found cold, wet and abandoned by a pack on the run. The rain had been heavy the last few days, and he soft whining had attracted nothing in the way of help. Close to the orphanage and in a time when so many children were being left under government care, he had been found by a small blond boy. Inside that thread-bear jacket, against ribs that protruded too much and with a wheeze to he breath that was not his own, he had been made to feel welcome, to give up the crying whines of a pup and settle close to the new source of warmth.
Wolves of their specific kind learned to change early, usually be some mistake. He had learned with a particularly fierce sneeze, shifting from wolf pup to boy. He had no been rejected and instead had been taken to the orphanage where he learned to suppress some of his wolfish urges and take on the human ones. It was necessary for survival, but also it allowed him to be close to his best friend who needed constant minding or would be neck-deep in trouble at all hours of the day.
Steve Rogers was a fierce creature, all biting wit, knobby elbows and a cough that could bowl the other boy over. Years didn't put much in the way of weight or height on Steve, but that burning life could not be snuffed out despite many close calls. When Steve was confined to be alone, he had made certain to sneak into the room, pad over on four paws - immune to human disease - and settle in to keep his best friend warm. It was the wolf instinct, he supposed, as he needed to protect pack. Steve was as close as he thought to come.
There weren't many wolves in the big city, but their paths beyond it were clear. Once a month on the full moon, he was required to change and his dark coat gave him certain privileges when skirting the city streets and keen eyed strangers. A big dog they would say, and that was fine until he hit puberty and then big dog turned into a massive animal, long sleek black fur around his neck and the middle of his back. Always once a month he would run, and if Steve was well enough (and usually when the blond wasn't), he would take them from the city so that Steve could cling to his back as he loped through the lands beyond the press of the city. They had freedom there, a way to watch the stars, to hunt down rabbits in the bushes, to be nothing more or less than pack.
The years had been good to them. He learned to be a wolf. Steve learned to fight the limitations of body and society. It was good years filled with fighting in the streets, fighting in alleys and behind diners. Steve almost always started those fights, but he would never allow his friend to fight alone regardless of the odds.
The war came, and Steve wanted to join and it was the first fissure of their relationship. What was a human war to someone like him, one where the bullets of men couldn't hurt him, the political leans of people far beyond their station dictated who they would send overseas. It was the first time he had a distinct lack of interest in human affairs, but Steve was gamely and set on joining, on proving that all men had a right to serve. He couldn't help it; he was inspired. Steve always managed that in him.
He'd taught his best friend and human packmate how to punch, to box specifically. Teeth and claw were not fit for the trials of war, and Steve had none of those weapons. So they fought for a week, and while he said nothing of what the outcome would be, he followed Steve into the recruitment station. He, fit and able-bodied, James "Bucky" Barnes was taken for human war while Steve Rogers was rejected. It was survival of the fittest out there, and he expected to simply become a wolf and walk away from it all. Why should he fight when Steve was the one who had to go, to prove something to everyone and do right by the blond's own sense of justice?
Bucky hadn't thought about it much, thought about how he was much too big to be lounging on the narrow bed that Steve owned, how it creaked under his weight. He was on his back, all four paws in the air and rubbing his back on the blankets and listening to the springs protest with a simple sense of joy about it. His mouth hung open, tongue lapping at his lips as he wiggled and flicked his big tail. The bed was not made for him; he slept on the floor and Steve generally on top of him for warmth and comfort, but it was fun to mess the sheets.
The full moon was a few hours away, the dusk just coming about. He had no particular reason to be a wolf, but there was a simple pleasure in it within the confine space of Steve's apartment. Despite the rejection and their previous 'arguments' about him considering refusing to show up for base training, he had managed to badger Steve into agreeing to go for a long run beyond New York. It was easier to do with so many people focused on the war.
He growled playfully as he bit the pillow nearby and shook it as if killing a rabbit. His paws kicked in the air and he finally rolled off the bed, shaking out his massive body and settling the long hair around the back of his neck and down his spine. He yawned, wagging his tail and peered at the blond who was far too quiet and concentrating seriously. That usually meant trouble.
When did Steve Rogers NOT mean trouble?]
Hey pal, you've been awful quiet tonight. It's full moon! We always love the full moon, all that running! I plan on getting a fat coney tonight! Maybe it will put some meat on those ribs of yours.
[It literally took him two massive steps to come up behind Steve and rest his massive head on the back of the blond.]
Come on, cheer up! Rabbit stew!
When: When Bucky is recruited
What: Giant werewolf is brow-beat by a fiesty little human best friend to bite on the full moon so that Steve can also join the war effort.
Warnings: TBA
[When he had been a puppy, he had been found cold, wet and abandoned by a pack on the run. The rain had been heavy the last few days, and he soft whining had attracted nothing in the way of help. Close to the orphanage and in a time when so many children were being left under government care, he had been found by a small blond boy. Inside that thread-bear jacket, against ribs that protruded too much and with a wheeze to he breath that was not his own, he had been made to feel welcome, to give up the crying whines of a pup and settle close to the new source of warmth.
Wolves of their specific kind learned to change early, usually be some mistake. He had learned with a particularly fierce sneeze, shifting from wolf pup to boy. He had no been rejected and instead had been taken to the orphanage where he learned to suppress some of his wolfish urges and take on the human ones. It was necessary for survival, but also it allowed him to be close to his best friend who needed constant minding or would be neck-deep in trouble at all hours of the day.
Steve Rogers was a fierce creature, all biting wit, knobby elbows and a cough that could bowl the other boy over. Years didn't put much in the way of weight or height on Steve, but that burning life could not be snuffed out despite many close calls. When Steve was confined to be alone, he had made certain to sneak into the room, pad over on four paws - immune to human disease - and settle in to keep his best friend warm. It was the wolf instinct, he supposed, as he needed to protect pack. Steve was as close as he thought to come.
There weren't many wolves in the big city, but their paths beyond it were clear. Once a month on the full moon, he was required to change and his dark coat gave him certain privileges when skirting the city streets and keen eyed strangers. A big dog they would say, and that was fine until he hit puberty and then big dog turned into a massive animal, long sleek black fur around his neck and the middle of his back. Always once a month he would run, and if Steve was well enough (and usually when the blond wasn't), he would take them from the city so that Steve could cling to his back as he loped through the lands beyond the press of the city. They had freedom there, a way to watch the stars, to hunt down rabbits in the bushes, to be nothing more or less than pack.
The years had been good to them. He learned to be a wolf. Steve learned to fight the limitations of body and society. It was good years filled with fighting in the streets, fighting in alleys and behind diners. Steve almost always started those fights, but he would never allow his friend to fight alone regardless of the odds.
The war came, and Steve wanted to join and it was the first fissure of their relationship. What was a human war to someone like him, one where the bullets of men couldn't hurt him, the political leans of people far beyond their station dictated who they would send overseas. It was the first time he had a distinct lack of interest in human affairs, but Steve was gamely and set on joining, on proving that all men had a right to serve. He couldn't help it; he was inspired. Steve always managed that in him.
He'd taught his best friend and human packmate how to punch, to box specifically. Teeth and claw were not fit for the trials of war, and Steve had none of those weapons. So they fought for a week, and while he said nothing of what the outcome would be, he followed Steve into the recruitment station. He, fit and able-bodied, James "Bucky" Barnes was taken for human war while Steve Rogers was rejected. It was survival of the fittest out there, and he expected to simply become a wolf and walk away from it all. Why should he fight when Steve was the one who had to go, to prove something to everyone and do right by the blond's own sense of justice?
Bucky hadn't thought about it much, thought about how he was much too big to be lounging on the narrow bed that Steve owned, how it creaked under his weight. He was on his back, all four paws in the air and rubbing his back on the blankets and listening to the springs protest with a simple sense of joy about it. His mouth hung open, tongue lapping at his lips as he wiggled and flicked his big tail. The bed was not made for him; he slept on the floor and Steve generally on top of him for warmth and comfort, but it was fun to mess the sheets.
The full moon was a few hours away, the dusk just coming about. He had no particular reason to be a wolf, but there was a simple pleasure in it within the confine space of Steve's apartment. Despite the rejection and their previous 'arguments' about him considering refusing to show up for base training, he had managed to badger Steve into agreeing to go for a long run beyond New York. It was easier to do with so many people focused on the war.
He growled playfully as he bit the pillow nearby and shook it as if killing a rabbit. His paws kicked in the air and he finally rolled off the bed, shaking out his massive body and settling the long hair around the back of his neck and down his spine. He yawned, wagging his tail and peered at the blond who was far too quiet and concentrating seriously. That usually meant trouble.
When did Steve Rogers NOT mean trouble?]
Hey pal, you've been awful quiet tonight. It's full moon! We always love the full moon, all that running! I plan on getting a fat coney tonight! Maybe it will put some meat on those ribs of yours.
[It literally took him two massive steps to come up behind Steve and rest his massive head on the back of the blond.]
Come on, cheer up! Rabbit stew!
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The blush only had him rumbling, struggling to stay in his spot rather than prance and jig his way over to Steve, to bury his nose in that chest or neck or between those very obviously slick cheeks. He instead tossed his head so that bangs no longer covered his eye, but the moment that Steve's fatigues and shorts were done, his erection bobbed towards his belly at the new intensity of scent that practically ran him over, and his own scent fought to find a spot to display itself, mingling together with Steve's.
He growled a low sound as he advantaged as Steve backed off and sat, crowding in close and leaning down so that he could bury his nose into that slightly slick blond hair. He snorted, blowing some about between fierce inhales to draw in the scent that was entirely Steve. His guts seemed to clench and flutter in his abdomen, and he lifted his hands so that they could settle on the omega's big broad shoulders, rubbing his palms on that hot slick skin.]
You're touching yourself. [It was a statement, hitching with excitement. He wanted to shove Steve back and mount the blond hard and fast, to show the merit of his strength with action. He dragged his nails across Steve's shoulders, so close to shoving the blond backwards and grabbing those ankles to force his omega's legs apart and reveal Steve wholly to him.]
Lay back and show me how much you want me. Spread yourself out and I'll make you so mine you'll see no one else but me behind your eyelids.
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Steve shuddered, turning in towards the line of his alpha's shoulder as Bucky nosed into his hair -- each sucking inhale loud and greedy in his ear. The drag of his nails came with pain and cool relief against the way his skin his burning up. How they both were. All you'd need to do to light a match was touch it to the line of Bucky's spine -- he'd put five dollars down the certainty of it. And honestly, Bucky didn't have to work anymore if he just wanted him to show up every time Steve closed his eyes. He shut them at some point already and he saw him: bright, edged with the thin thread of self-control which was keeping him leashed back. They weren't moving like humans anymore. There was something too sharp and pushing in the way their skin moved over muscle. They didn't sound quite human anymore either.
Steve's cheeks may have warmed over a second time over at the right filth Bucky growled into his ear but he needed that as much as he needed all of him. He pulled his hand free, careless of the slick covering his fingers as he grabbed Bucky's face to turn it back to his own -- maybe, actually, a little gleeful in smearing the mess of it on Bucky's cheek. He wouldn't be able to see anyone else but everyone else would be able to scent it a mile away. Mine, promised just as viciously. He kissed him again, easing back onto the bed with his legs spreading to make room for Bucky between them.]
Sounds -- like a promise. You swear, Buck? [Steve broke away from the kiss to arch and squirm, trying to push up mattress more for room, gasping when his cock brushed up against Bucky in the process.] You're gonna stay the whole time?
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He let Steve lead the kiss this time, his hands reaching out to stroke up Steve's thighs, grabbing and massaging the thick muscles as he stepped up to position himself between the blond's parted knees. He moved no closer than that as he was too invested in the kiss that they shared, all lips and tongue and teeth inviting further attentions to one another.]
Nothing and no one is gonna take me away from you, punk. This is you an' me, so you bet your last buck I refuse to go any distance away from you. [It was a promise, deadly with its intent to remain close to Steve. Not even an active firing squad could rip him away, except perhaps to ruin them so that they were safe again. It was all the wolf part of his brain talking, completely engaged with the idea of protecting his mate no matter the cost.
His hands reached out, catching at the backs of Steve's knees so that he could tip the blond backwards harder on the mattress. He lifted and spread them further, baring Steve for his greedy eyes as he leaned down and nuzzled down one thigh and poked his nose into the crown of hair surrounding Steve's hard cock. He licked at the hot flesh as he moved down, kissing at the base of the omega's erection and then using his chin to nudge at Steve's balls. He smeared new slick there on his chin and rumbled his appreciation for the feel of it there.
He wasn't finished those and dipped his head further, sniffing and licking at the pungent slick between Steve's cheeks. He pushed harder on the blond's knees to force Steve's ass off of the mattress where he could begin to 'clean' his mate. The taste of it nearly drove him to his knees in its potency, and he was back to growling and whining as he sucked a rather rude hickey right on Steve's ass cheek. After that, he buried his mouth against the crack of the omega's wet ass, his tongue pushing and seeking the source of the slick so that he could lap at Steve's hole. His own arousal was to the point of being painful, his erection straining toward his belly, but he paid it no particular mind. Soon. They would both have what they wanted very soon, but right now the essence of Steve was filling him up, clouding any and all judgement.]
You're mine. You've always been mine.
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He did cry out at the first lap of Bucky's tongue over the sensitive ring,flashing pleasure impossibly bright up his nerves. Steve felt himself clench, trying to keep the dart of Bucky's tongue for more and he felt himself clutching the strength of Bucky's shoulders but only after he'd clawed lines into nape and back of his neck. His hips arched up even more, blantantly offering if not outright demanding.
Hearing his pack wouldn't leave soothed the strange anxiety that'd been wound up in all the heat. Days and days of this would be intolerable without him. He'd go crazy. More out of his mind than he already was, spreading himself as wide as he could and shoving himself right in Bucky's face like it was nothing. He'd be safe through all of this while Bucky was with him and he'd keep his alpha safe just the same while giving Bucky whatever he wanted. ]
Swear to God, then, Buck. I swear -- if you don't do it now, I'll figure out how to do it myself.
[He was positive Bucky knew him well enough to understand he meant every word of that.]
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He paused at the breathless, almost aggressive, words being thrown at him, lifting his head to peer down the length of the omega's flush body. He raised an eyebrow almost comically, grinning wolfishly despite the glistening slick on his lips and chin.]
You gonna stuff to fingers up there again or your whole hand this time? I might pay my military rations to see that...
[Of course, he was so aroused by this point that waiting wasn't exactly in his own range of patience at present. It was still entertaining to bug Steve even as he pushed himself up and sidled in close, his hands finally slipping away to smooth up Steve's body. He paused to tweak nipples to hardness and then lay over the blond, rubbing himself and his scent all over Steve, a low rumble of pleasure leaving him as his erection settled heavily nudging up against the blond's thigh.]
Fingers... or me?
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If that's what I gotta do while you're messing around--
[He was groping back, helping mix and mingle their scents with his hands sliding over Bucky's sides and his back. Steve ruffles through his alpha's hair, stealing a kiss from his wet lips and finding the new taste of himself as a surprise -- though, not unpleasant. The salt-sweat of Bucky's skin was better. Steve wrapped his hand around the heat of Bucky's length against his thigh, pulling over him with familiarity and a bit of left over slick to help the way. Just touching him destroyed what 'clean up' Bucky did. That gnawing empty feeling was back and louder than ever.]
I'll do it. I'll do it and you'll just have to watch me, you jerk. [The last bit was heated only because of his mounting frustration. Whatever bite there could have been was minimized by the way Steve was nuzzling against him, pressing his face to Bucky's neck and rubbing back. With a shove, Steve pushed Bucky onto his back and rolled on top of him, finding and grinding himself down over Bucky's erection with a groan and nipping bite pressed to his jaw.]
Doesn't it feel like I'm ready for you?
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He might have sat back to see if Steve actually would make a show of it, but there was no time to consider his escape from the slide of the blond's body because Steve was rolling them. The standard issue cot didn't make noise, but it was not particularly big enough to accommodate two horny wolves as much as Bucky would have liked it to. The fact that he ended up flat on his back and so close to the metal foot board was bothersome only in that he would have to roll them the exact same way they had come in order to turn the tables again.
God but why would he want to? He felt Steve's slick against his thighs, the heat of that body pressing down on him. The look of his omega was enough to cause a fresh wash of saliva into his mouth. His body rolled under Steve's, easily lifting that weight that was pressed down on his hips, and he slid his palms up Steve's thighs until he could grip those slim hips, pressing his thumbs into them so that he would leave behind bruised imprints. A mark of claim all its own. His erection ached, and it took him a few moments to gather enough of his brain back together to actually form words and not just roll them both right off the bed to land on the floor where he would definitely have his way with Steve.]
Christ, Stevie... you're killin' me! [He tried to sit up so that he could slide one of his hands around to press two fingers into Steve's slick hole, testing the blond's resolve among other things.]
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He rocked back once Bucky shifted to push up so he was sitting, adjusting his weight to allow for it since closer in any regard was better. ]
That makes two of us.
[His voice was threaded with the last groan pulled from the press and bruise of Bucky setting marks into his thighs. They pleased him as much as having his best friend's hands on over-warm skin and the firm insistence of his body under him. To keep his balance Steve slapped his hands on Bucky's shoulders, thumbs brushing over the column his neck. He couldn't exactly say that his resolve broke with the slide of Bucky's fingers inside of him but something gave way inside of him, making him moan out again, slicking further at the breach as if to welcome it. His own touch wasn't half as good as Bucky's, which he was already rocking down into. And if it was this good just with his fingers, his cock had to be five times more.]
C'mon. [Panted. Whining wordlessly he opened his eyes and ground down, feeling the pitch of his heat rise. He reached down between them and gripped the now-slippery length of Bucky's cock, pressing it possessively against his own. If not for Bucky's fingers already in him he would have tried to put it in him already instead of just looking at how flushed and hard they both were while his body clenched in wanting that exact thickness.] Please, Buck. Alpha. I'll give you a whole show after this. Whatever you want. I only-- I can't wait anymore.
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His fingers wormed as deep as they could go given the angle and being fingers, but he could feel the tension in Steve's body in response, could feel the stretch of those muscles around him and he knew that it would feel a hundred times better to be splitting open his omega on his cock. It was an issue of claim that he couldn't think of doing with anyone else, nor would he want to. Steve was his, would be his, and he didn't share.
And he was panting out a rough laugh at Steve's pleas. God that was like music to his ears right now! He growled and whined in return, hitching his hips beneath Steve and again was feeling the press to just roll them right off the bed and do the dirty on the floor like the desperate wolves that they were.
Instead, he thrust his fingers once, twice, three times more up his omega's slick ass and then pulled them free. He reached down to take himself from Steve's grip, encouraging with his other hand so that the blond rose just enough that he could rearrange himself to have a better angle to guide himself up to nudge his way inside of Steve's hole. He had to give a little hard thrust to force the head in, but by then, his grip on the blond was unyielding. They were doing this and nothing and no one would break them apart.]
Come on... ease down on me. Little-by-little. Let me watch you split yourself on me, Stevie!
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That proved to be the hardest part but it didn't make sinking down onto the rest of Bucky a quick process. He lowered in a slow eternity of increments and stretching, sharply possessive of each additional measure he took in and in until he was bottoming out onto Bucky's lap with a low keen. Split and with that show over it he found the freedom to curl forward, wrapping his arms around the breadth of Bucky's form with his fingers digging into his back, his mouth coming to his alpha's neck without thinking.
Rocking slow, he panted while nestling into the intimate nook of Bucky's neck where his scent ran hot, thick and blood-warm from the beating of his pulse which echoed loud in Steve's ears. The sharpness that kept itching his mouth found purposes as his sucking kisses worried past bruising Bucky's skin. He was full, but he wanted more. Steve sank his teeth into the meat just above Bucky's collarbones of his right shoulder, piercing the skin with iron and warmth coating his tongue a second later. The taste of it making him whine higher and clutch Bucky close to crushing if he'd been a normal man. He ground down, hanging on to satisfy what old and whispering wordlessly in the back of his mind. What crooned that was exactly the way to honor a proper mate.]
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However, in being wrapped up in those massive strong arm, Bucky found himself leaning his chest against the omega's one, his hands sliding around so that he could stroke up Steve's back and then rack his nails down with only the intention of leaving livid red marks of claim. His head tilted back to expose his neck, to show off the swelling glands in the crook of his neck. His hands continued to both support and encourage Steve, and he was lost in the heat and slick of that body. Everything was perfect. They were locked together, Steve settled easily in his lap, and there was no need to worry, but he did enjoy the sucking kisses and biting, none of which he minded in the least. If anything, he rumbled his pleasure.
His hips bucked up, testing Steve's resolve to remain stationary. He began to roll and force his hips upwards, bounding Steve in his lap and letting out lewd growling moans at the sensations as his hands smoothed up and down his mate's back. Pleasure drove him, the slick feel of Steve riding his cock, and he was no easier on himself as he was on his new mate either. He altered the angle of his hips to drive up against the blond's prostate, needing to hear Steve's cries reach his ears, needing those teeth biting at him, wanting those massive arms to threaten crushing him.
He did not entertain the idea of turning them over, not willing to take the 'dominant' position. God he loved Steve riding him like this, driving him and demanding. It was the hottest thing he had ever experienced, and he would continue to languish in how big and demanding Steve was.]