Blood Bonds

by JackWhisperer1011

Summary:

Not a typical ABO.

Bucky returns to you after decades gone by, but he’s a vampire.
He remembers you, and starts remembering his past.

When his first rut in nearly a century occurs, how will you two bond? Is there any hope for pups? Or will Steve have to step in…

(Very hot, smutty, but also extremely cute)

Chapter 1: War or Play

That’s her. The woman he fell in love with before the war.

She was so young and innocent, then. Now, she’s more mature. She’s laughing with people he doesn’t know. She’s you.

You wander down the streets of New York, where he has been sent to kill three people. They’re nowhere around you. Watching you is a waste of time, and yet it tugs at memories he didn’t know he had.

He’s distracted. He’s not allowed to be distracted.

Yet he follows you in to a small shop, quietly observing. He’s intimidating enough that with his arm covered and his silent glower, he doesn’t expect anyone to approach him. You, however, seem acutely aware of his presence.

The scent of you draws him close, and feels familiar. Those images of lights and loud voices flash by again, and an aroma of cotton candy is absent from your scent. But he knew it should be there. Perhaps you have outgrown it.

The smell of your blood is sweet, enticing, and earthy. It reminds him of candied apple, fresh mown grass, and baked blueberry pie. It pulls on a million threads he severed years ago and thought no longer laid loose in his mind.

You turn a little too quickly while looking at a book, a leather bound. It’s blank, when he sees the pages.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I just wasn’t looking and— Bucky?” You say that name like a prayer. It flashes more memories of bright lights and loud fanfare.

He cringes at the flashes of memory, afraid to look too close at them. It could be memories of war, of battles, of bombs and gunfire and screams. He doesn’t want to think on those, he had wanted to think of you, and why you are so familiar.

“Bucky?” You gasp as you reach out and he flinches away. But nobody has those eyes. Nobody.

He watches you like a predator. Yet, when you look at him longer, and move to pay, he follows. You glance at him again, before walking a few blocks with him tailing behind.

You stop at the door to your building, but he doesn’t come closer. He surveys the area, searching for traps or reasons you would lure him. He doesn’t approach and you sigh before buzzing yourself in.

He climbs the fire escape, silently monitoring every detail and sound. He can hear you in the stairwell, and he can hear your keys in the door when he hides on the floor you choose.

You stand by your door, looking around. He steps out, but doesn’t approach. It’s not even certain how he knows you. The Soldier won’t surrender to his curiosity too quickly.

You nod, seeming to understand. But he knows where you live. He assumes he can return, since you seem to recognize him as well.

—

He kills wolves. The human ones. The Alphas, usually, though once, an Omega he was told had power in the ranks.

His job is always to murder. To disappear before he is seen. They’ve changed everything about him, making him a creature of the shadows. They love that he yearns for blood, he stalks the night, and he can overpower even an Alpha.

As he searches his memory for you, he realizes the loud sound he hears is someone calling his name. It’s not a scream, like in a war zone or a murder spree. It’s light, crisp, and full of laughter. It’s you. It’s someone else.

He stays in New York, fuelled by these memories and the way everyone is alive in the dark. The transformation robs those like him. The vampires. It makes memories fade from the human life before it. All of which has benefited his handlers.

Bucky. James. His name… he knows it from the memories. The flashing lights and neon aren’t from bombs and bullets, they’re from Coney Island and fireworks.

It’s been so long since he’s seen you, he wonders how you haven’t aged much. You were so sparky and kind, young and beautiful. Omega. You should have been matched decades ago.

You and Steve… he remembers your designations. He remembers you two responding when he matured into an Alpha. An Alpha?

Bucky was one of them?

He thinks of Steve becoming an Alpha, too. The memories stop going away and he makes sure not to ask about them. Hydra has just started giving him a bit of leash again, he can’t destroy that and have his memories taken.

They made him a vampire so he wouldn’t stray back to his pack. His family. Has he forgotten their scents? He can’t remember the way his instincts used to guide him home to his forged pack members. There’s too much vampire blood in him, now. It urges him to be independent and feral.

He is more cat, than dog, now. The ancient dynamics that tied humans to their groups no longer aids him. If he once found home in bites or smells or purrs, he can’t feel it any more.

It hurts to know he had a life surrounded by pack mates. Maybe he would have had a bond, and a pup. He could scent up a pup from his friends, greet new members… really grow with people he loved. Instead, he’s here. Hydra has made his gut churn at the thought of a pack.

He has his coven, but Hydra is no true coven. It just means they’ve been turned and trained together, not that they’re family. They simply control him.

As the change has worn off, his memories come back faster and with more definition. They say it takes about one hundred years, so that you can’t remember your place until most of the ones you know are dead and gone. But he doesn’t actually know much about the change.

They say it doesn’t work on Alphas… but here he is. They say you lose all sense of self, of pack, and that you must be killed to become one. Your original life only returns to you after that century or so, and that’s why you can’t try to stay around a vampire after they are turned.

He doesn’t remember enough to be sure.

New York seems to be where his memories remain. It is also easy to feed, especially without killing. His fangs, once used for marking, bonding, and breeding a family, now only kill and feed. They’re longer, meaner, and he imagines his healing saliva in no way would be enough for them, if it’s still in his glands.

He goes on many missions, but instead of cryostasis, his home base becomes the Hydra base of New York. They find he is efficient with his kills, he is easier to send on missions, and they save resources when he is easy to keep. If he wants to be here, they cautiously allow it.

The Soldier has many kills, many accomplishments, and organizes escapes for numerous key prisoners. He can track witnesses, and feeds freely on whoever they direct him toward. When he does slip into guilt or full consciousness, they assure him it is for the greater good.

It’s all somehow easier for Hydra to do when he is allowed his return to this city.

Bucky thinks his innate sense of finding his way home to a pack is forever dismantled by the blood that keeps him alive after death. Until he smells that fresh, crisp pie. It smells warmer than before, like more spices have been added. That delicious scent fills his lungs, his heart, his head.

He’s been assigned to monitor a tower in the middle of Manhattan, yet he follows the mouth watering sense in the air. All thought strays from him, senses demanding he do nothing but follow, follow, follow.

It’s you again. Rushing through a building door, bolting up the stairs. His instincts flare, a scared woman running and alone usually cue him to hunt. He avoids such instincts, only feeding when ordered, but they’re there.

Beneath those instincts is the pure heat of being alive, and wanting more from being alive. Wanting a pack… wanting a mate… wanting…

Before he knows it, he’s on your floor. The scent calls to him harshly, and he can’t tell if it’s for blood or for warmth. You didn’t alert him like this last time.

Bucky swallows, his fangs down and saliva flowing.

“Bucky?” You ask from within your apartment. You sound so small and soft. “Bucky, are you here?”

Hearing you whine for him, in that Omega cadence of sweetness and desire, he knows he’s found trouble. Big trouble. Still, he opens your door after swiftly picking the lock, and steps inside.

Chapter 2: Warmth

Summary:

You are hitting your Heat, and there’s only one scent you want.

The scent nearly knocks him out.

You panic at the scent of an Alpha at your door, only to panic twice as much at the sight of him when you look up from your nest. He’s dark, handsome, and has an aura of venom.

“Please.” You mean ‘please, don’t hurt me’ but it comes out more like ‘please, help me through this Heat’. It’s not mandatory that you have aid, and you’ve found it embarrassing even to ask.

All you want is your own Alpha. A mate who will show you what being taken care of means. Not one who will make your heat amazing, then abandon you. That would hurt so bad.

None of the Omegas could get through heats alone after having help, or at least it was extremely hard. You’re not sure how much willpower you have left. It’s been decades of surviving your heats alone.

You don’t even have pack mates to help. Sometimes the familiarity of those around you, or dousing things in the scent of friendly Omegas, could ease the pain of a Heat. For you, you’d drifted from your pack long ago.

Why doesn’t he say anything? He just watches you intently, every part of him tense. If you were thinking clearly, you’d be afraid he came to kill you.

“If you’re not here to help, I’m gonna call an Alpha. So… please leave.” You know a number you could call. One you trust. And if Bucky isn’t going to help, his scent might make you too needy to go it alone, soon.

His face grows stonier, clearly not about to leave. His scent permeates the area, and it is just the way you recall. It’s the water on the ferry, the steam of an engine, the morning of a cool football practice with frost on the field.

You release a pathetic sound you hate, because of that smell. The one thing that has kept you alive this long.

Instinct makes you stretch and claw at your nest, stirring your Heat scent and making you whimper because no one is here to sooth you, even platonically.

Until there is. There is a soft brush of fingertips on your spine, before he drops in.

When he pulls you into his front, from behind, you groan a long, deep sigh. The vicious tension through your body and core release you, replaced by a warmth in your belly.

The blur takes over, consumed by the knowledge there’s an Alpha in your nest. He sweetly strokes your skin on your arms, shoulder, collar, and jaw. It isn’t enough, you need your scents to mix.

You lift your chin, as his digits skate past your glands. He smoothly dodges it, pulling a pained cry from you as you sense rejection.

“Just the glands, please. Please.” It won’t be just the glands. If he appeases you now, your Omega will yearn for everything with him.

He speaks Russian, which should make you stop everything, but it doesn’t. These were fever dreams you had, when you were a brand new, blooming, Omega. You’d yearned for Becca’s older brother to stop chasing skirts and see you.

There’s a small touch at your jawline, near the gland you ache to scent him with. You tip your head, exposing your mating gland out of sheer instinct. He recoils, which makes you turn away from him in confusion and hurt.

A hand wraps over your hip, which restarts the lava that slowly moulds through your body. He lowers his gloved hand to your thigh, guiding it upward and out. You curve your back, pressing your backside closer to his body.

The distance he puts between you, there, feels like ice. But it’s soothed by his breath down your neck and hand tracing your underwear. The heavy clothing he wears is too much between you, and you hate the scratch of it against your body when it should only be skin and nesting fabric.

As if reading your mind, he withdraws his hand and removes his gloves and jacket. Seeing a man so icy and so threatening in just a black long sleeve feels strange. Stranger, yet, when he moves down to a muscle shirt.

He has a metal arm. For some reason, that doesn’t matter whatsoever in your brain.

“Will you stay?” You need to know before you go any further. He’s been brought back to you for a reason. You tuck yourself under his chin, facing him, purring a moment as his scent pours over you.

When you nuzzle at his mating gland, he pulls away as if burnt. It makes your head swim as he searches your drawers next to your nest, pulling out a thick gland cover. The sight of it makes you whine, but logically you understand you should wear it, in case he gets carried away.

It surprises you when he wears one, as well. It’s flesh coloured, and he places it over only one gland. It hurts your heart, thinking he wants to lessen the scent exchange by covering both of yours and one of his. That seems almost cruel.

Bucky guides you to nuzzle beneath his chin again, breathing hard. Your centre aligns with his thigh, and the friction is too delicious to ignore. He pulls your hip with his uncovered hand, and you realize he’s asking you to ride him this way.

The Bucky you knew would never have denied any Omega assistance. You’d watched him wink to Steve many times, running off after the prettiest girls you’d ever seen if he even caught a whiff of preheat. Why aren’t you enough for him to want this?

“No more than this?” You ask as you start to lose all sense to the drive for release.

“No,” he replies. God, you miss his voice. It’s the same one that comforted you when you had your first breakup, and told you silly stories about he and Steve when you were scared about the war.

“Scent me… please, Bucky, I need it. Need you.” You rock your hips against his thigh, whining pitifully. The warmth becomes boiling between your thighs, and you feel like your glands are burning up waiting for him.

A high moan is all you hear as his thigh starts to return your pressure in a rhythm. Just as you approach your crest, he pulls your body closer and harder. His free hand cups your neck, thumb on your pulse point. Maybe he can’t scent you, but it does feel like he’s interested.

“Don’t be so quiet,” he whispers like someone will hear. It makes you cry loudly in his ear, feeling wanted by him for the first time. Maybe that’s crazy, but during your heats you had never felt like someone could resist you the way he has.

Maybe you should be embarrassed to be in this state, grinding your body on your childhood crush and man who disappeared at war. There’s no time for the questions or shame. You bury your face against him, desperately trying to hide the cries of sweet relief.

Your heats have always been short, and relatively easy. You’ve been told that’s normal if you’ve never been aided, or bonded. It’s just what people say when they mean you likely have no bond mate after too many heats.

Maybe he will stay another day, and let you finish this. Or maybe you will trigger a rut… Bucky can come back to you and be all yours.

There’s empty time after your first brief and underwhelming climax. Bucky looks around your room, and almost seems like he might speak. His rough pants are still on, and you realize you’re likely going ti make a mess of them. Couldn’t he take them off… just for comfort and more skin contact?

As you thumb the line of his belt, his steely eyes snap back to you. As if you had ever done this with an Alpha, you nudge his free gland with your nose and flatten your tongue against it. Maybe if you submit nicely, he won’t mind your pushiness as an Omega.

He growls when you tuck your thumb under his pants again. It makes you nearly cry, feeling like you’re in trouble and not doing any of this right. You’d like some verbal reassurance, but he seems to be struggling with that part. The Bucky you knew could hardly shut up.

Steve had changed after the war, too. You couldn’t deny your own changes. But the perfect memories you had of a cocky, goofy boy, must have changed, too.

Bucky’s hand finds it’s way to your jugular again. He feels your heart rate calm. His eyes flutter shut, and you stretch your neck so his hand nudges your gland beneath the bandage. His eyes squeeze just a little, and you reach up to push his hair away from his face.

A low grumble sounds from his chest, gently correcting you but also fanning the flame in your gut. You squeeze as close as you can, sighing happily when he accepts your affections and wraps you tight to him in the plush bedding.

-

It’s light in the windows, and you know it’s been much longer than you were aware of, just touching and nuzzling him. Your stomach is twisting, urging you for another release. It’s unclear how long you’ve been whimpering and rocking your hips.

Bucky takes your plush nest blanket, wrapping it over the two of you. His fingers remove your ruined underwear, and you flood with embarrassment with how strong your scent is under the blanket. You flush when you realize you haven’t triggered his rut, and he seems passive in your presence.

All you’ve ever heard about is how unbound Alphas are unhinged in the presence of an unbound Omega heat. Is he bound? Are you broken? Why is he still steady and unbothered as your heat reaches a boil?

His lips move suddenly to your neck. A long, deep, inhale fills his lungs, and his lips meet your sticky skin. You swear you feel a fang… you whine for a fang in your skin. It sends your desire rampaging through your body, tangling your hands in his clothing and making you wrap your thighs around his hips.

There is a hardness you can’t mistake, and your sensibilities disappear. You’ve been ages with no hope of finding Bucky, and having your hopes of pups or bonds dashed time after time. Your brain doesn’t care about a single thing except the possibility of a knot and a pup…

“Alpha, please. Alpha… need a knot. Need your pups.” You feel him twitch against your core, but then his body goes rigid and he pushes away. His eyes seem black when you look at him, and you feel like a bucket of ice has been dropped on you at the veins surrounding his eyes.

He’s clenching his jaw so hard you can see the muscles in his neck.

“Alpha, please?” You pull him back close to you, hurt by his denial.

His flesh fingers find your core, distracting you from asking anything else. They waste no time slipping inside of you, and you feel hopeful and adored again. Your Alpha grumbles, a low vibration against your whole body as he feels your walls flutter and hips roll.

You miss the Russian he whispers in your ear. It sounds pained, but you don’t care. The next wave of heat and pleasure and a whooshing in your tummy blind and deafen you.

It takes the edge off, though you crave reassurance from him. You lap at his gland, submissively, and wind yourself further into his chest as he wraps you in his arms. It makes him relax and soften, allowing you to feel his acceptance and approval.

The high of having help staves off only an hour before you seek him again. The curtains are all drawn, the lights off, and Bucky has found your bins of sweets to present at the side of your nest. You smile when he peeks down at you, noticing you wake, and offers some chocolate dipped pineapple.

Every time he assists you, he feeds you, and you rest. It feels like far too long since he arrived, yet the desire for him has yet to fade.

“How long has it been?” You search the nest for your phone. It’s dead, though you haven’t used it, so you frown and wonder how long it must have been. The world is spinning as you try to turn around to see Bucky properly.

“3 days. I… I’m hungry.” Finally, he speaks. Two sentences, at that.

“There’s food in the fridge. Sorry, I only prepared for myself… I didn’t realize Alphas needed much more than I do.” You thought you’d learned that both parties mainly thrived on small snacks and sweets.

He seems fatigued. As he nuzzles you softly, you pick up a scent of distress. Still no rut? Why is he distressed?

When you move to look up, he locks you under his chin like a scolded pup. The flash of frustrated scent makes you sober, unsure what is causing this sudden change. He hasn’t bitten you once, he isn’t mixing your scents much, and he appears to be flagging even after minimal help with your heat.

“Are you bound? Or… is there another Omega?” You fret as the embers of your heat still catch you. There is still a yearning for praise, pups, and endless affection.

Bucky strokes your hair, scenting you gently, and shakes his head. He’s so quiet, distant, and on edge. At least he isn’t meant for another. Not yet.

“Please don’t disappear.” You know it’s the hormones and the possible end of your half-assed Heat that are making you feel so intensely. If he abandons you, you’ll miss him forever.

“Can I visit you?” He asks in a timbre you’ve only heard from pairs. There’s a specific tone and scent that go with courting rituals, making your tummy swoop.

“Yes. Yeah, and you can see Steve. We can help with whatever happened. He’s part of this team… they can help you.” The prospect of having Bucky back, the way you remember him, is too much.

His scent sours again, but he doesn’t leave. You wonder how he hasn’t at least been struggling. Even Steve has sent you away in pre-heat before, having natural responses to the pheromones. Why was Bucky only affected on the first day?

“There’s nothing to help.” His voice is rough with disuse. It makes your chest light up, and your body cling closer to his. The words, however, keep you sobered.

“We can do anything. Can you not rut? Where have you been? What happened to your arm? Bruce studies Omegas and Alphas when he’s bored— Steve can give us a pack.” You don’t know what’s scaring him off, but you want to fix it. You’ve been without a pack for a long time, feeling out of place and lonely for ages.

It’s clear you’re too awake, now. Your major parts of your heat are through, being helped moderately by nuzzles and thigh riding and fingers. Now, you can ask all the questions he wants to avoid most.

“What’s wrong with your scent?” You notice it has a completely different undertone than it did as young adults.

“Are you home? Are you alright?” Steve’s voice comes from your door and you see Bucky glower. He passes you your clothes with lightening speed.

“Uh, yeah?” You have no idea how to respond as your body demands to be back against Bucky’s.

“I’m coming in!” Steve sounds alarmed. You cling to your plush nesting material, confused and frightened. Maybe it’s because your phone died.

“I’m fine!” You call unconvincingly when Bucky hisses at the door.

Suddenly, instinctively, you roll away from Bucky and observe him carefully. Your heart pounds, and he seems acutely aware. Just then, Steve gets in through your door, and Bucky’s eyes have the dark veins around them again.

He grabs you, hissing again. It’s a vicious sound that makes all embers of your heat disappear.

“I need to make sure you’re alright. Are you decent? I came to check on you, because you weren’t replying. Scented your cycling, but also tracked a… vampire.” Steve stops dead in the entry to your living room.

Notes:

Pretty please kudos/comment to fuel the beast. Next chapter is very long but then they will be shorter and probably once a week.

Chapter 3: Adventure

Summary:

Bucky figured out what he wants to do next.

Bucky feels fear for the first time in decades. An Alpha is here, but you’re in a sensitive state. You’re tapering a light heat, he thinks maybe even a phantom heat. What if this Alpha harms you?

When the Alpha bursts in, Bucky knows the scent and can’t think of where. He’s afraid that means this man was once a threat, and is here to take you from him. He hisses, teeth bared and eyes black.

You tear away from him, and Bucky feels a confused twinge in his gut. If you know he’s a vampire, will you run? He feels like a cornered beast, unsure if he should fight or fly.

Whoever this Alpha is, you seem unafraid of him. The angry and scared stench of a threatened Alpha invades his nostrils, but those same distant memories of lights and screams echo in his brain. These ones are of war… at least he thinks so as he thinks of uniforms and gunpowder.

This Alpha has something to do with how he died. It crunches like brittle bone in his brain as he tries to unearth the memories, hissing again, viciously, as he feels overwhelmed in such a situation. If he is too distracted, he could attack.

When you look at him in fear, he feels a painful sense of rejection. The Alpha just said it for her, before he could come clean. He’d even covered his ruined gland so she couldn’t see the scarring from his bite that turned him. It wasn’t enough to keep his secret.

Why is he feeling this pull as a vampire? Why does he feel like your pheromones are his humanity? The Alpha steps forward, angrily, and the Soldier holds you tighter, hissing so gutturally he’s sure it’s torn his throat.

The instant you pull away from his grasp, he flinches and releases you. He doesn’t want to harm you, he never wants that. But you’ve sent him into a hunger he has no understanding of, as far as he recalls.

It’s not just for blood, though he is famished. He yearns for large amounts of sustenance… but he also craves sex for the first time in his memory. Every move you made had him spiralling, barely holding on because he couldn’t tell what was hunger and what was… something else.

If you’re afraid of him, he needs to leave.

 

—

 

A mission lasts for a week, yet the Soldier doesn’t want to go on another afterward. He wants to return to something…

They give him more Vampire blood when they think he is starting to have moral qualms with his tasks. None of the other Soldiers seem to be afflicted the way he is. Thus, none are hyper dosed to keep them malleable.

Back in New York, he catches a scent just days later. It sends small amounts rushing back. A woman… an Omega. You have bright fireworks and screaming laughs.

An Alpha. Gunpowder, explosions, shouts. Anger, fear. Maybe he stole you from this Alpha.

It doesn’t take long before Bucky sees you, and follows his instincts. Third floor…. Second apartment in. So he does know you. And he knows the Alpha.

As he watches you, he feels his fangs descend without his say-so. Fanging out. That’s a thing young Alphas do when they’re ridiculously horny or dominant. Bucky doesn’t even rut.

“Bucky?” Your sweet Omega voice drifts through your door. You must scent him.

Your heat… he suddenly remembers you and your heat. You must have been so hurt by his inability to help much. It scared him how deeply he felt for you, and how many memories you’d triggered.

The fear of being caught here pushes him to disappear. It doesn’t take him long to return, when you’re asleep. He can get just about anywhere unnoticed, so he does. After you cry yourself to sleep, he feels for you.

It sounds like you are lonely. The music you play as you curl up makes his heart ache.

So he slips into your bed while you sleep. He holds you, scenting you only enough to soothe you and help you sleep. He remembers sunny afternoons, games, and the docks. He even remembers the Alpha who interrupted the end of your Heat. Steve.

Being around you is intoxicating. For decades, he has learned to curb his thirst, but he feels a different pull. He’s still an Alpha underneath it all.

When you let out a soft sigh, he fangs out. But he’s absolutely terrified that if he were to bite… to even nibble… he might not feel the same restraint. Even if he is still an Alpha, he worries he can never bond. He’s dead, after all. No pups or bonds for the dead. Only thirst.

Around the third time he lets you snuggle into him, he growls just deeply and lowly enough to make sure you stay asleep. He thinks of Steve, of their childhood. It’s hard to look too closely at, like the sun. It’s too much to consider that he had that life, before all this.

The Alpha will hate him, now. Bucky has been murdering in cold blood for decades. He has toppled empires, broken down family crime dynasties, and done things he will never forget. Mostly, he remembers their friend Howard. And he remembers the last time he saw the man.

Steve would never forgive that. Not when Bucky’s undead body still thirsts, and still threatens. There’s no escaping his coven, no one has ever done so, and even he doesn’t think he ever could. They have ways to trigger him.

“I missed you.” You speak in your sleep, and he wants to kiss you right then. He wants to feel your skin under his, lips pressed on his own. Then the thirst slips in.

When he thinks of loving you, he thinks he could escape Hydra. But then he knows he would want to claim you, and you would want pups.

“I missed you, too.” The words fall so gently, he wonders how he is the same man who kills so cruelly. You could be his escape.

Just then, you wrap your legs around him. Your arms link around his neck, and your nose buries at his gland. His body responds, yearning for this little Omega before him. Hips roll toward you, surprising him but prompting a little cry from you.

Bucky clenches his teeth hard, sure that if he opens his mouth he will drink from you. You lap at his gland, and he decides he doesn’t care if your scents mix. The other vampires will wonder, they’ll know. But he tightens his hand at the small of your back and on your pulse, moving with your body.

The grinding and touching doesn’t feel like enough. He needs fangs in your gland, a knot in your body. Mostly, he hates feeling so out of control. For ages, he has been acutely controlling each urge, each thought, and each action. When he is with you, he is in a haze.

“Please, Alpha.” He feels drunk like if he drinks from anyone on substances.

You stretch your neck, tugging at his clothes, and he clenches his jaw again, desperate to protect you. Then your hand moves to his aching cock, and he realizes you are hardly awake. He can’t mark you or knot you, he feels guilt for this.

Bucky kisses your forehead, grumbling to soothe you, and he leaves.

The same thing happens again, a week later, and he feels more obsessed with you than ever. He is sure he is going to mess with your hormones and heats, but he struggles to stay away. You scent him, nuzzle him, and ask for him to speak. He hasn’t felt such comfort or connection since his change.

When he has another mission, he hopes desperately no one will question the distinct scent of an Omega wolf. He’s careful not to get caught, or they may keep him away.

He finally gets to go back to New York, determined to see you again and try to explain. If he has to tell you goodbye, for your safety, he should say that. You are where he feels safe to speak, and to breathe. But he doesn’t want you found by his coven.

You’re not there, when he looks in your window. It’s still your things, so he knows you haven’t moved. But your scent is faded, and he wonders where you’ve gone.

When you return, it’s with an Alpha. The Soldier watches as you as you say goodbye, his hackles raised at the thought of this man in your apartment.

Losing his nerve, he decides not to do this. Not yet. It’s becoming harder and harder not to thirst for you. He may have remnants of Alpha in him that make your crave your body, but he isn’t an Alpha any more. He doesn’t have ruts, he’s hardly considered alive.

It’s best to watch you from afar. You can find a bond mate, have pups, and stay safe from his coven.

The Alpha seems to pick up his scent in the breeze, and Bucky disappears.

Notes:

I hope you all like it! It’s gonna get hot in here quick !

Chapter 4: Ties

Summary:

My lore!

Purring is usually a behaviour of complete peace and love, unique to bonded pairs and families. When two people purr, it is called a Love Song.

Growling makes Omegas calm down, and is used to placate them when they are stressed. Can be abused by overly dominating Alphas, but can’t generally alter consent.

Scent glands under the chin are for greeting pups or cuddling. Glands on the neck on either side are for mating/romantic scenting.

Alphas typically get bite-y but there are gland guards that are like “safe sex” for glands if people don’t want to bond. There are scent enhancers, which enhance or alter a natural scent and make it extra alluring, and scent washes, which dull or eliminate a scent.

Alpha saliva has a healing salve, for healing bites they give. It delivers a light analgesic, and a warm, pleasurable sensation.

A LOT of breeding/courting lore will be reviewed. But a lot originates in my other fic.

More lore and a similar fun ABO (my fic that has done best) under my What You Want story!

“You’re forbidden from seeing him.” Steve barks an order like you’re an insubordinate whelp.

“I’m not your Omega. I’m not even in that pack! Don’t tell me what to do.” You weren’t even sure you would want to find Bucky. When you saw his eyes and heard that guttural hiss, the spell of your heat was broken. All you felt was fear.

“You have no idea what vampires can do! Do you remember the war at all?” Steve watches you as you stay buried in the bedding of your nest. The very slight blend of scents is ruined with the stench of your distress and heartache.

“Really? You, of all people, are just gonna leave Bucky like that, knowing he’s out there?” A wobble in your voice makes you embarrassed. If you want to cry over Bucky, you’ll do it in private.

“I… look, I’m gonna look into this. Okay? I love Bucky just as much as you do. But I promised I would keep you safe.” Steve averts his gaze, politely allowing you the opportunity to scramble for clothes.

“Promised who? My mom died from the Spanish Flu and my father died in the war. All I had was Becca, and you two, and Howard. And she was sent off to boarding school. So who, exactly, gave a shit where I ended up once I was a nurse at war?” You hate that he emotionally appeals to you any time you fight. He’s so soft and empathetic and understanding and you wish he could treat you equally.

“Bucky did. When I found the Howling Commandos, he was delirious. They’d all been given a dose of the vampire blood. But they were all alive, and the first thing he asked when he was clearer was if I would make sure you were alright if anything happened to him.” Steve peeks back at you when you don’t reply.

You’d tended to the Commandos. Though you had sort of been dating Howard, you’d never expected much from him. He was just as much a player as Bucky. But Bucky never let you get any ideas, and Howard did. And you had panicked badly when Bucky’s squadron went missing.

“Well, then he will want me safe. He didn’t do anything to me!” You can’t find any bite for your words.

“How did you miss that he was a vampire? What did you think would happen when he got hungry?” Steve scolds you again.

“I was in Heat, and he smelled nice. What else do you want to hear? I’ve had no help, and no friends, and no interest in ages. Even when I dated men in this time, they hate that I still feel like I will be shamed for spending Heats with someone unbound. And they act like it’s such a crime to want pups and a bind. It’s been since Howard that anyone has treated me like I really matter.” You cry and squirm when Steve hugs you.

He huffs through his nose playfully. It’s a remark about your scent and it does make you laugh a little.

“You matter. And I wish I could tell you there’s a way. But if I find one, we will get Bucky back. Just promise you won’t get yourself killed in the meantime.” Steve asks as if he has seen the future. It’s hard to ignore, but you miss Bucky.

“I won’t do anything stupid. But he found me, Steve. I was in a bookstore. He had to have recognized me because then he ended up here way later. And he didn’t harm me at all.” You huff and try to accept all of this. Where there should be nuzzles and candy and scenting, you find only judgement and loneliness.

“Are you still having heats through suppressants?” Steve lowers his voice, knowing it’s not proper if he’s not your pack leader. But he’s all you have, and he picks up your prescription from the Tower so you can afford it each month.

“Yeah. They’re really light, I guess it happens. They’re not real breakthrough heats, so the doctor isn’t worried. Probably why I didn’t jump Bucky’s bones.” You try to find humour, through the awkwardness.

Steve snorts a laugh, knowing you hate this topic but not wanting to deny you support.

“Alright, as long as you’re okay. You could always come to the Tower… they’ll adjust your dose.” There it is, he always tries to get you to come back.

“I don’t belong in that pack, Steve. You know it, too. Everyone’s all super-powered. Even the Betas and Omegas.” You sigh and drop all playfulness from your tone. This half-assed heat exhausted you.

“Okay. Okay. But check in regularly, and stay off the dating apps. Alphas are all the same.” Steve mimics the way your head nurse used to scold the soldiers.

“Yeah, yeah. I can do what I want, you know!” You smile as he opens your door. This place is a mess, and you’ll need to handle it once your hormones and embarrassment die down.

Steve hugs you, and you wish you could hug him back the same way. But you felt weird being in Tony’s pack after your history with Howard. You still can’t stand being there, so many people finding their home and idolizing Steve, while you remained on the outskirts. Being surrounded by people who didn’t really accept you had made you more lonely than being in your tiny apartment.

 

In the weeks following your heat, you yearn for Bucky. You swear you can smell him, or maybe it’s the bedding you kept that held his scent.

After a particularly bad day at work, you find yourself a little wine drunk and thinking about how it would feel to have friends. Anyone to talk to would be a nice change. All you want is to connect, and not feel like you’re weird or too much.

That train of thought just makes you cry and order pizza. You listen to sad songs and allow yourself to just feel the sense of confusion and loneliness you usually try to hide. If you just had some friends to see, or talk to…

You dream of being in someone’s arms in your bed. You must have eaten too late and drank too much, because you swear he’s right there when you turn around.

“I miss you,” you whisper into your pillow and the moonlight.

“I miss you, too.” Bucky’s here. You don’t open your eyes, willing this to be real and not wanting to lose this chance at pretend. When you turn over,

Wasting no time, you kiss him. You want him close and touching you and bossing you around… it takes a lot of trust. For a long time, you’ve been unsure if you will ever trust an Alpha.

He feels real. He kisses you back, then withdraws with a locked jaw. You try to nudge his chin with your nose, lapping at his gland and asking for his scent and affection.

Nervously, you squeak as his hard length grinds against your core. It makes you want him badly. Maybe if you do just the right thing, he will give in and sleep with you, mark you, court you.

“Please, Alpha,” you whine.

When your hand finds his length, you hear his breath hitch. He lets you move to pump him underneath his pants, and you almost suffocate in his scent as it pours into you.

Just when you think he might break, he clenches his jaw and kisses your forehead. A low rumble soothes you, making you sleepy and pleased. Maybe he didn’t ravage you, but he makes you feel soothed and loved.

When you wake in the morning, he’s gone. If he was ever there.

His visits seem to be over, and you feel lonelier and lonelier as you travel to familiar places just to leave your scent. Bucky never shows for weeks, not even in your half-dazed sleep.

Steve tells you, again, to stay off the Alpha apps when you complain of your loneliness. He invites you to the Tower, but you don’t want to go back. His insistence that you can’t handle going on dates without telling him pissed you off.

Bucky came back as a whole vampire, and he’s still clearly found somewhere better to spend his time. Steve is ordering you about. And damn it, you haven’t had anyone satisfy you since Howard Stark.

You download the app and post photos you don’t cringe at. You select that you are NOT looking for Heat assistance, and feel a pang that you might never get to have that type of Alpha. It doesn’t stop you from submitting, and praying you can at least enjoy a date and maybe make a friend.

The first date you go on, you feel very determined to prove everyone wrong. You dress nice, hoping to feel confident instead of just tell yourself you should be. Videos help you style your hair and makeup.

The Alpha picks you up, taking you for dinner where you wonder if it’s alright to eat a pasta or if you should order a salad. He seems so wound up in his own self, you wonder if he will notice, anyway. You order a salad, just in case, and self consciously wonder if thinks you’re attractive.

“And then I got real tired of always dating these models and wannabe actresses, yknow? So obsessed with their looks and how stunning and beautiful they are. And that’s why I swiped on your profile.” He shrugs and digs in to his meal.

You are stunned, unable to respond. Did he just say he was on a date with you because you’re not very attractive? Every carefully stitched, microscopic, sense of confidence shreds away.

All you focus on for a minute or two is blowing off what he said. Eventually, you excuse yourself to the bathroom and cry, desperately wiping the tears to preserve your makeup. Even if he hadn’t meant it that way, you couldn’t believe this was how your first date was going.

Once you are satisfied, you go out to the table again. He starts speaking immediately, not noticing your red rimmed eyes or sad look. You ask to go home, saying you feel unwell.

The Alpha escorts you to your door, once he gets you home. He tells you he had fun, and wants to go out again. You smile half-heartedly, and agree to see him next week. If you want, you’ll just cancel.

When you notice him going for a good night kiss, you pause as you catch a scent. A really delicious one, and your heart lurches. The Alpha stiffens and looks around, suspicious at the smell of a vampire.

“Don’t go upstairs. Tell me you have somewhere safe to be?” He seems genuinely concerned.

“It’s alright. We get that trail, but never have any problems. I’ll be safe.” You don’t even care any more, you just want to get away from this Alpha and go to your room. Hopefully, Bucky doesn’t take offence.

He continues to look around as you pull your key out and hastily wave goodbye.

Racing to your apartment, you are disappointed not to find Bucky in the shadows of your room. His scent isn’t around, and you feel the events of your date hit you like a truck. It wasn’t fun… it didn’t make you feel good, and you had been nauseated by his scent.

“Bucky, if you can hear me, you better come in here. Because I’m tired, and I’m sad, and I’m lonely.” You feel throat choking up as you admit all of this. It’s not necessarily for him, but just something you need to admit about yourself to the open air.

The snap of the air makes you aware that he’s in the room. He stays just in the corner, surveying you.

“Are you here to hurt me? Can I trust you?” You ask as your resolve starts to crumble. It’s been such a long time begging to feel accepted and like you belong. The next Heat you have, you want to be with someone. Even if it’s not someone who can serve your desire for pups.

Bucky watches you, tilting his chin just aside as his gaze softens. His muzzle is still on, and you wonder if it plays a role to the vampire or if it’s just to keep him quiet. It doesn’t even matter, because he lets you pull it off and sucks a ragged breath.

“Don’t stand here if you don’t want me.” You feel an emotional pull. If he’s just toying with your mind, you can’t handle it. Especially not when you have no idea what it means that he’s a vampire.

He shouldn’t be an Alpha. He shouldn’t remember you, and he shouldn’t be giving you time to run. The scent of him doesn’t remotely worry you, it doesn’t even cue you he’s a vampire. In your heart, you know it’s because he is always just Bucky.

Soft steps come toward you, and you swoon as Bucky pulls you in and scents you. He doesn’t hesitate as his wrist drags over your gland, and his chin rubs your opposite one. Thoughts seem to flee from your mind as you inhale all the sweetness and gunpowder.

You sigh and feel your body go limp in his, overcome with butterflies. Strong arms hold you steady. Bucky breathes hotly over your gland, before breaking away.

“Don’t. Don’t scent me and then leave. Can you just… we don’t have to do anything. But just stay with me.” You catch his metal wrist as he moves it away.

“I need to feed.” Bucky stands so still you swear he’s a shadow.

“What? You came here to feed or something?” Shock hits you, wondering what you got yourself into.

“No.” His stony expression seems insulted.

Bucky passes you a backpack. It’s not heavy, but it’s got a few items inside. You find a notepad, several gland covers, and several bottles of something… scent washes. This must be how he keeps his scent off of things when he needs.

“Does this mean you’re coming back? Because I really don’t feel like letting you go again. I really cared about you when we were kids, and I don’t wanna be some blood bag. I just want to have you back and—”

“Yes.” Bucky finds his voice, if only to interrupt you.

“Can’t you just… stay?” You rub your wrists on his neck, but his shirt covers his mating glands. It makes him soften and stretch his chin over your hands, affectionately.

“Stop going on dates.” His voice is low, like a scolding Alpha.

“That was just one. I have like, twelve matches. Meant to see that guy next week, too.” You tease him and move to your toes to nip his jawline. It’s a bold move, which makes him growl, but his hands are tight on your hips. He swears in another language, you’re sure.

“The competition… it makes me hungry. Makes this… harder.” He explains through grit teeth as he holds you.

You pull a ribbon from your hair, rubbing it along your neck and chin. It should smell perfectly of you.

Bucky waits as you awkwardly offer it to him. The metal hand reaches, then moves back. He extends his right hand, taking the ribbon and tucking it inside his jacket.

Are you courting with Bucky? People don’t even do that any more… does he remember its significance? It stops mattering when he ducks down and drags his tongue over your gland, and you gasp.

Both of you might be in for it.

Notes:

Pretty please comment if you enjoy or want more.
There’s a lot to come, if it’s wanted. But if I don’t really know if people like it I get all self conscious! Sorry!

Chapter 5: Chapter 5 (newly added)

Summary:

Ooooo FORGIVE ME
I forgot to give you this filler chapter of sweetness and fluff.
This should have been chapter 5, and then Cologne was chapter 6! Dang it!

“Bucky!? Bucky! Wake up!” You sit up slowly, hoping it will rouse him. “Hey, Buck, you’re okay. You’re in my room.”

He heaves a breath, the heartbreak evident in the stuttering exhale. You rub his back, running your nose along his jawline and trying to scent him up. The Soldier feels queasy, like his last feed was bad.

“That’s the second time you’ve had nightmares. Is that why Vamps don’t sleep?” Your tone is sweet and playful, but he can’t bring himself to respond.

Nightmares are nothing. Not compared to the memories. Every time he wants to sleep here, he remembers why you and Steve will hate him. Vampirism aside, he will never escape his coven and all he has done for them.

“Can I?” Your fingers stretch toward his hair and hand. When he nods, you guide his head to your shoulder, allowing his arm to wrap around you as your hands rake his hair. Gentle massages rub at his scalp.

“I know I still talk a lot. I stress about it any time I finally get to see people. Does it bother you?” He feels you pause with your nails against your scalp.

“No,” he rasps and nudges his head against your collar, encouraging you to continue.

“You can talk, here. No one will punish you. I’d like to know more about where you go, where you’ve been, or how… this… happened.” You start to braid his hair, and he appreciates the gesture.

It takes a few minutes before he can really cough up some words. He’s not sure where to start, or what you want to hear. The memory he keeps revisiting when he sleeps next to you, his first sleeps since his earliest days after the change, are of what he did to Howard.

“Haven’t done anything good in a long time. If I try to leave, or hesitate to comply, I don’t think anyone will be safe.” That’s the terrifying truth of it all. “I’m not even sure if I’ll always remember you or Steve.”

That’s all he can really muster. It’s probably more words than he has strung together for anyone outside of his handler. The handler he will return to, in a day.

“So… you’ll just come when you remember me? And you’ll… sleep in my bed and scent me, then disappear?” You drag your touch up and down his neck, beneath his turtleneck.

It’s hard to admit, but he knows he can’t go further. He has wanted you physically, but he cares too much to waste this by making it something casual. If you two really love each others scents, he wants to continue courtship, even if that is outdated.

But to what end? Courtship usually leads to mating, bonding, and pups.

“Bruce studies Omegas, you know. He knows all kinds of unique pairs, histories, the whole deal. I used to listen to him ramble about it when I was at the Tower. Maybe he knows something about Vamps and Omegas… or about you being an Alpha Vampire.” You move to hold him, like he’s a whelp, and he shakes the embarrassment in the action.

He lets his eyes close, absorbing the kindness and care from an Omega. Every stroke of your touch, rise and fall of your chest, and steady beat of your heart, brings him a sense of calm. Should he let you ask such sensitive questions?

“We can wait. Yeah… let’s wait a bit. See how you feel…” you seem to be anxiously monologuing. The domesticity of this scenario strikes a cord, pulling him back to the 40’s. This would never have been something he did with Omegas back then. They get too attached, and he wasn’t ready.

It’s only been 3 more visits, where he mostly checks on you, and lets you sleep. Neither of you have had actual conversations until now, too afraid to burst this strange bubble.

The Soldier straightens up, his turn to pull you to his chest for comfort. Though he appreciated your very affectionate contact earlier, he hadn’t been treated like a pup in all his adult memory, and didn’t want to overstay.

“Will you… if you come earlier, we could eat. Do you still eat? Maybe we could just spend time together. Watch TV… do you get to watch TV? I don’t know where you go. But you smell like blood, and you have a metal arm… you’re a vampire and sometimes you talk about ‘they’ and how ‘they’ control you. I just miss you. And I dunno what your life has been and I don’t know how you ended up a vampire. Steve said you fell off a train. I cried so hard…” you start to tear up as he listens to your endless external thought process.

“I had vampire blood in me when I fell. From when my squadron was taken.” Bucky speaks his memory as it flashes by.

“But I thought… everyone else it wore off. Some didn’t even get side effects.” You remember checking out the soldiers, making sure they were all safe and sound.

The memories are still fuzzy. There are ones of falling, falling, falling. Falling for so long, he had time to remember the snow, the mountains, the sound of the train growing distant. He’s not sure if he died, then, or later. Perhaps he was injected again.

Every part of this conversation and the headache it causes, are uncomfortable. He wants your scent, your touch, and something pleasing to aid the pain. The Alpha urges are getting stronger, and when he has freshly fed, it’s easier to focus on the natural pulls.

Bucky lowers himself, until his face is level with yours. He stares into your eyes, searching for fear or distaste. You seem so welcoming, safe, and fragrant. The hunger has been strong when he is with you, yet not curbed by a fresh feed.

He wants something other than blood. It’s his Alpha that wants you. There’s an ache for your scent, all over him. So far, no one has found your hair ribbon, and Bucky has wondered if he can safely leave you something tonight.

Extending his chin, he nudges your nose with his. His breath escapes as his mouth falls open, drinking your fragrance from the air. Forehead on yours, his eyes flutter shut and he nudges you a few more times.

“Bucky…” he feels your lips brush just past his.

He sucks a lungful of your pheromones, tasting the warmth as your scent grows yearning. Of course he wants more. His fangs come down, confusing his hunger for you with his hunger for blood. It’s as close to his Alpha fangs as he will get.

Your hands tug at the bottom of his shirt, and he is so blurred by the crisp apple scent, he obliges. The stretch of his hand rests on your shoulder, his forearm beneath your sleep shirt. Feeling your bare back, he is aware you don’t wear a bra.

As you wrap your leg around him, he slowly migrates his palm to your chest.

“Wanna breed you,” he groans and you shudder a breath. “Wanna mark you… my Omega.”

The timbre of his voice is like an Alpha command, but more throaty. The words seem to make you dizzy, and he worsens in his desire. This amount of need and raw craving make him drag another breath at your gland, despite the cover you wear.

You return the gesture and Bucky seeks relief in your skin. His hips scoot closer, now rocking right between your legs with the prowess of a seasoned Alpha. You yipe when he sucks your skin just above your gland.

“Mine…” he grumbles and flicks his thumb back and forth over your nipple. His tongue laps at the corner of your jaw. “My Omega. My Doll.”

This ferocious siren of your pheromones calls to him, drowning him in the current. He dives his lips to yours, basking in the beautiful tide of florals, apples, and desserts. And you lave at his bare gland, before his focus snaps back.

You are kissing his left mating gland, the mangled one he keeps hidden. It’s different than the scars from when he has tried to take his arm off. It gives him extreme self hate, knowing one of his mating glands won’t be good enough for her, and forever shows the scar of his turning.

“Stop!”

Your eyes instantly water, body recoiling from his. The beautiful smell of you is gone, replaced with a sharp, stinging aroma of rejection and fear. At first, he can’t do anything. He wants to apologize, to move back to you and make it up.

After suffocating on his own words, he pulls his hands away. But you seem to shatter.

“What did I do?” You weakly ask as you watch his expression flicker a thousand times.

“Nothing. You’re perfect, you’re beautiful. Everything about you is right. I just… we should court more.” He’s also unsure if he has a healing salve in his saliva. If he bites you, will you bleed out? Will you be uncomfortable if he feeds?

He doesn’t remember how he ruined his one gland, but he knows it’s shameful for it to look this way. It embarrasses him to find you, knowing there is much more beneath the surface, only to disappoint. He’s already a vamp, he isn’t ready to show all of his flaws before courting.

“C’mere, Omega. Sweet girl…” he pulls you in, nuzzling you again, in the dark. You smell just a little of him, and he’s certain he can remove it all in the morning.

You cuddle in, nudging gently into him appeasingly.

“Pretty girl,” he scents you softly, “such a good Omega. Need ya close, okay? Need your scent.”

As you melt into him, lured by his Alpha voice, you feel a little rumble. It’s a mystery how he knows just what to say to make your veins bubble with happiness. All of your rejection sensitivity fades.

“Thank you, my Alpha. Please… stay.” You feel the rumble deepen, like every sense of sadness or worry in your bones or muscles or mind is vanquished. Everything is peace, affection, and comfort.

“Purr, my little Omega. Yes.” Bucky whispers as you fall asleep to a Love Song.

Notes:

Thank you all so much. Chapter 8 is when things catch fire.

Chapter 6: Cologne

Summary:

Some sweet moments of courting and affection in my little universe.
Thank you all for the support thus far.

****I have added a Chapter before this!!! I forgot it in all my excitement to share Chapter 6!!*****

A few nights later, Bucky shows up before you’re asleep. He stinks of blood, and you can’t find it in you to ask why.

There’s a basket of sweets and dark chocolate, on your counter. That’s something typically reserved for more serious courting, as it is a more mature sweet. At least it was when you two were young.

He listens to you talk about work, but when you look at him, he seems pensive. Those electric eyes take your breath away.

“Why are you courting me?” You feel a spark in your chest as you ask. It surprises you that you got the question out at all.

“Feels… right.” His eyes burn holes in your existence. They’re serious and unwavering.

“Courting… kissing… all this. It’s not silly, to me. I always wanted the romantic stuff, Buck. I wanted to bond and… have pups. It’s why you didn’t even look at me, back then. You just wanted Heat sex, and ruts. Has that changed? I don’t want to be stupid.” You are far too invested.

He pulls your knees across the couch, tugging you close. You hold your breath as he leans in, inhaling your scent. His chin tips, skimming his lips across yours. You’ve never really taken the time to feel this, it’s always just been a fleeting thing you’ve panicked through.

His lips are soft, plush, and mold to yours slowly. You’re not sure how he is so powerful, just beneath the surface, and so gentle when he touches you. Bucky is warm, and you can’t help but feel like he is alive and well, a simple Alpha finally resting his lips on yours.

“So… I don’t know what that means.” You huff a quiet laugh and even see him smile just a little. It gives you butterflies when that faint glow of happiness touches his eyes.

Bucky lifts your wrist, flattening his tongue on the surface of that gland. As the scent stirs, he nips it with regular teeth. A warm sensation spreads up your forearm, a swooping in your tummy.

When you still wonder, he raises his face to yours. Strong arms bring your hips into his lap, and you blush at the smell of arousal as your legs part to make room for him. You swallow hard as he leans slowly into your glands beneath your jaw.

He lightly nips around the area, hands on your spine to support you as you lean back and let your head fall. It’s so loving. This isn’t typically something sexual, it’s familial and adoring. When his mouth is over your mating gland, he swallows and stops.

“It’s okay, if you can’t. I understand.” The ritual is usually finished by pulling the scent from your mating glands without breaking skin, but using light nips of teeth. It shows the love of the person, and the restraint.

He’s trying to say this isn’t just physical. But he swallows several times, breathing over the gland hotly. You lean into him, letting his mouth skate over the gland.

You hold his head gently, fingers tangled in his hair. Bucky slowly, painfully cobs at your gland. It makes you feel so many emotions at once, with how sweet it is and how much scent it pulls, as well as how close he is to biting your mating gland.

This is an act of love and trust. A major step in courting. It fills you with pleasure. You try to return the gesture, but you are awkward and clunky, and he starts to purr.

Purring, on its own, is mesmerizing enough. The two of you cuddle up, pleased with your events of the night.

-

 

It’s been another few weeks, and you sigh heavily as the train pulls away. Another morning of being alone. Another evening to look forward to, possibly disappointed and lonely.

He shows up so sporadically, you know he’s got a lot going on. You kind of wish it were more like a regular relationship… you’d got used to texting through the days, and planning dates and weekends, when you’ve dated other Alphas.

Bucky doesn’t text. He still only speaks quietly in the dead of night, after much reassurance. There are none of the regular perks of dating.

In the 40s, most of your time would have been spent together. It was also getting weirder to pretend to Steve that you hadn’t seen Bucky. He sometimes gave you updates on what he was looking into, and you would find your limbs wound in Bucky’s by morning.

The fact you still hadn’t had sex makes you wonder if maybe you’re his side piece. What’s to stop an extremely attractive man from having some sexy vampire woman he’d be an ass to? Maybe that’s where he normally is, when he can’t come visit you.

Your phone buzzes and you sigh, seeing Steve’s name.

“Hi.” You leave zero inflection in the word, no energy left after a long day.

“Hey. Still doing alright?” He no longer sounds like your best friend you grew up with. He sounds like an Alpha, looking after you.

“I’m fine, just tired. Thought about going to the movies this weekend. Truly not that exciting.” You yawn, more for theatrics than need. All you want is your friend back, caring because you matter and not out of duty.

“Look, I found some records for the Winter Soldier. Natasha heard a lot about him in the 80s.” He waits for you to reply. You don’t know how, because you don’t really know what he’s on about.

“Is this like, a mission update or something?” You wonder if maybe he has to leave, and won’t be able to check in.

“It was something we were looking into… but he just tried to kill us on the streets. He… we were fighting and I tried to ignore that he seemed familiar. But his mask came off. The Winter Soldier is Bucky.” Steve’s voice turns into a high pitched blur in your ear. The whole world disappears from around and beneath you for several seconds.

When reality rolls back in, it’s been mere moments, but it feels like hours. Bucky tried to kill Steve and Natasha? He’s been close by, and hurting people you love? You hardly stomach the possibility.

“Natasha is recovering from a gunshot wound from him. He’s strong, and he didn’t seem to remember me until I said his name. This is a huge vampire organization, and he’s been part of it since about ten years after we watched him fall.” Steve sounds like he has found resolve. How dare he accept this and not question it!

You stand on the sidewalk, about a block from your apartment. Nausea creeps up as you listen to all of this. The man you’ve accepted into your home and held at night after his nightmares, just tried to kill your friends.

“Hang up.” A low, smooth voice interrupts your existential crisis.

“You okay? I can swing by once I get Natasha settled. I really don’t feel safe with you being alone at your apartment. Tony can come faster, if you need.” He knows you’ll be reluctant.

The steel blue eyes that lock to yours scream that you definitely can’t have Steve coming around. Or maybe they should flag you to ask for help right away. Somehow, you trust your gut and decide you don’t need help.

“I’m just getting home. I’m tired, and I’m sure he isn’t gonna come here.” You know you are a little unconvincing.

“What? Im sending Tony. You’re not listening!” He sounds far more distressed at your lack of response.

Bucky continues to stare, reaching for your phone.

“She is safe.” The words send a chill through me as I hear Steve start shouting before my phone is turned off.

“Bucky? Bucky, did you try to kill them today?” You flinch when he reaches for your hand. It wounds him, and he pulls away.

It’s been a few more weeks of courting. He brought a dessert, where he fed you the first bite. You scent him as soon as he shows up at your home, and re-scent the ribbon. Flowers decorate your little bedside table, thanks to his generous offering.

All he has done is sweet things. He sometimes panics when you’re physical, but you always assume it’s because of his arm, or because one of you is too keen on scents. Even when you got a cut, he didn’t seem to react to your blood.

“Yes.” He sounds guilty, and a little lost.

“Why? They’re my friends! They are your friends! And they’re gonna take me away, now. Steve will never let me see you, and he will keep me at the Tower.” You see his resolve, he knew that would be the result. He wants you safe, and he wants you away from him.

“What the fuck? Bucky, I want to stay with you. I want to keep courting, don’t you?” You watch him nod, slowly.

Bucky passes you a cologne bottle. It’s a major marker in courting. If bonding had an engagement ring, this would be it. It takes work and time to create these colognes. They make it so even when apart, you can scent of your Alpha.

When you take the glass, he seems to exhale for the first time. His eyes seem torn, sad, and hopeful.

“Step away from the Omega, Twilight.” Tony lands behind you, and he has some contraption pointed at Bucky.

It physically hurts when you watch Bucky step away, not fighting back.

“You’re lucky I have orders not to harm you. But I’m taking her to the Tower.” Tony turns to you, a town car pulling up quickly. “Time to go, Omega.”

Bucky retreats, stiffly. You know he shouldn’t cross them, if only to preserve the good graces. But you ache at his absence, scared for your friend and what he’s involved in. Could he ever escape a vampire coven?

—

 

After nearly two weeks of being at the Tower, you start to lose faith that Bucky will find you.

“If he forgot me, long enough to try to kill me and to shoot Natasha, he could forget you!” Steve tries to make you come to your senses.

“He needs our help to get out! What if remembering me and being with me helped? What happens when we are both not around to bring his memories back?” You argue for the thousandth time in the last week at Stark Tower.

Steve scoffs, tired of repeating himself.

You slam your door, pissed at the same fight repeating endlessly while your hope wanes. Being denied your courting Alpha is also making you crazy. Everything sets you off, and you feel like your skin fits wrong.

When you shower, you hate that the air feels suffocating without Bucky’s scent anywhere in the building. The spray bottle is beautiful and delicate, and you immediately spritz your gland. It’s the only way you can sleep, pretending he’s next to you.

In the morning, you decide to go for a wander. Friday watches everything you do, and you hate knowing you can’t even go to work. None of these people are your pack members, and you feel lonely all over again.

You see the board rooms, the break rooms, and the shared living spaces. There’s a floor that’s silent, no one allowed to speak or use cell phones or anything else. The only sound is the babbling of water, and the soft brush of plants as people walk by.

There are constant Omegas and Alphas outside of this building. They’re all feral for the Avengers. People leave scented objects all over, and make videos for the internet regularly. Steve hardly seems to mind, which has always irked you.

You like to imagine that Bucky wouldn’t even notice any scents if he joined this little group of heroes. He would come home straight to you, unphased by the beautiful, floral, fresh Omegas outside and all over this city. The shameless flirting and scent flashing would be unnoticed because he would love you.

Maybe you should give up that delusion. He’s a vampire, he probably just found your scent familiar. If he ever gets to join the pack somehow, you’ll not be the most exciting option. Natasha alone is stunning and kickass.

The garden floor becomes your favourite for several days. The only reason you get out of bed is to go there. It brings you peace and quiet, and you can convince yourself the loneliness is intentional.

Steve gets concerned when you withdraw socially. It shouldn’t ever happen with a solo omega, when you could be surrounded by a pack. But you miss your Alpha and you worry for him.

“You have a visitor.” The AI notifies you as soon as you exit the garden floor.

“What?” You ask the security system. Perhaps a coworker had been contacted by Steve?

“A James Buchanan Barnes, in the living quarter lobby.”

Notes:

It’s gonna get spicy and adorable in here 👀

Chapter 7: Scoville Scale

Summary:

Bucky’s ready for the next step

The Soldier knows he is meant to follow an order. A swab of his saliva to test, while craving you and your touch and to mate. He hates the idea of interrupting this moment, an acceptance of his courting. But he grumbles and listens to the AI remind him.

“Doctor Helen Cho has requested a swab be sent to the lab. The swab is encouraged at present, and required within twenty minutes. If this order is not met, Steven Rogers has orders to evict James Buchanan Barnes.” The detached instructional voice makes him feel closer to Hydra than a pack member.

You solve the issue, kissing him deeply. When he is growing more insistent with his kisses, your fingers open his jaw wide by holding his chin as you meet his tongue with yours. As he grows fuzzy with desire, you hold his mouth and do the swab as you were shown. He growls, anxious at all of these requirements and changes, but is easily silenced by your lips quickly after.

The Soldier has a better idea. He wants you to be drenched in his scent, combined and all his. This tower wreaks of Alpha, and he is determined to keep you pure of his own. He wants everyone to scent him long before they catch a whiff of your pretty aroma.

He dives in for more fervent kisses, shoving your clothes away. The fabrics threaten to tear, but your hasty assistance saves them. It was your acceptance of his courtship. It’s you who asked him for this, and he fully intends to give it.

It’s just sex, his head pounds with the thought. Sex, he hasn’t had in a lifetime. Sex with you, an Omega, when he is unsure what everything will be like for your futures. It doesn’t stop him as he tries to decipher what is his Alpha, and what is hunger.

“Are you okay?” You check in and he wants to rip himself apart. It’s been consuming, and he realizes he has been too much.

“No. Have I hurt you?” He surveys your form and finds it flush and wanton. You don’t seem disturbed.

“Bucky,” that name you call him still feels like it doesn’t fit. “I’m excited for this. I want you. Alphas break skin all the time, it’s not that different if you do.”

That stirs his more visceral response. Yes, he wants to break skin. He wants what Alphas have- to bite you anywhere and heal you with his mouth, finally enjoying the mix of your scents. The salve from his saliva should heal you, with a warm, pleasant sensation in its place and his scent mixed with yours.

But he doesn’t know that he still has that property, hence the swabs. He also knows he has to fight himself, when he smells your blood or hears it race. Yes, he is disciplined, but he has never had his Omega joined to him while trying to find restraint.

The Winter Soldier’s fangs fall, and the ache of them surprises him. His throat is tight as his glands kick in, and he hopes that means he has the healing property. You mewl at him softly, as he kisses at your neck. The gentleness is fading, and his head feels like it’s full of concrete as he dives into your skin.

Teeth just catch your throat, like a paper cut, and you gasp. That sound is delicious, and he yearns to hear it again. He swipes his tongue over the little mark and delights in the thick taste. It’s just like your scent, and he groans deeply.

You squirm as he travels down your body, growling when you try to hide yourself. He enjoys every inch of you, and he experiments with his lust and his healing salve, as he makes little paper cuts with his teeth. A fang drags over the peak of your breast, and he laps at it while he cry out.

His mouth moves just beneath your navel, nosing at your belly button before piercing your skin about two inches below. The little cut is small, shallow, and just enough to hear your gasp again. He realizes, as he licks at it, that it’s bordering on mating traditions and not just sex.

Your hands clawing at his neck as your hips move does nothing to discourage him from marking you up and investigating the healing. Teeth slice your hips, breasts, nipples, and shoulders, followed by the wine of your body and only little red welts left behind.

Feeling bold because he can stop your wounds if he makes them, and drunk because of your flavour, he returns to your mouth. You are panting, and hum as he moves to hover above you. There is a moment of frozen time where your eyes flick open and he can’t tear his away.

“Lemme make you mine.” He kisses you hotly and feels your hand reach for his raging hard-on. You gently pump him, and he lets his face fall to yours when you swipe the tip and feel his fluid.

“Keep talking, Alpha. I like your voice.” You urge him on and he rallies enough focus and determination to decide he’s taking this.

He growls at being told what to do, while in such a vulnerable state. His body presses down to yours, heavy and strong. When he lets your fingers come up, he watches as you lick your thumb. Again, he growls as you tease him, and he rubs his aching tip against your folds. You’re soaked, thighs slick with your own liquid.

Studying you, he finally pushes to enter. Have you been active since you were with Howard? You suck a breath through your teeth and your core chokes his length. He needs to slow it down, so he withdraws a little and slowly moves, feeling your corded muscles in your body soften.

“Good Omega. Bossy little one, I like it. Yes, relax for me.” His body is singing. Every inch of him begs for you, and preens at your arms around him. You adjust your hip angle and he slides deeper into you, eliciting a beautiful high-pitched sound.

“Good girl. Loved you for so long.” Loved you? He knew he did, but he hadn’t said it. Not even internally. Memories of a younger version of you two skitter by, wondering why he never realized back then.

Those words seem to make you happy, a plume of your scent filling his lungs as he finally buries himself to the hilt. His lips meet yours, and he wonders if the flavour of your blood has changed because of his saliva, or if he simply enjoys it because he’s a vampire. He bites your lip, piercing it through.

When you gasp, he tangles his tongue to yours, thrusting impossibly deep in your body, without withdrawing. Ah, instinct. He is absolutely smashed by this Alpha instinct to see how deep he could bury a knot. It collides with the delicious mouthfuls of your flavour, making both sides of himself unhinged.

Nails trace the edges of his shoulder blades, forcing a deep growl out as he feels your walls tighten around him. He noses at your gland, hungry like never before. The warmth, the pulse, the pull to feed, the desire to bond.

“Deeper… yes, ah! Yes!” You beg for more while his mind is spinning. It reduces the hunger, but he loves the sound of your requests while he fucks you. He allows himself to be a little rougher.

It’s very overwhelming, but he won’t bond outside of a rut. His mouth feels dry, his throat scratches, he feels the sweat-sticky skin of your throat catch his lips. Hot breaths blow over your flesh and your thighs tighten around him harder.

“Yes, lemme in. Give me my little Omega, fuck.” His palm guides your hips up, changing his angle and hitting deeper. The sound of your surprise and pleasure makes his chest rumble with pride.

When you kiss him and cry loudly, he feels your fingers swirling at your clit. Latching his mouth above your gland, he sucks powerfully as he thrusts harder into you.

“Yeah, Darlin’, that’s a good girl. Gimme your tightness, make those pretty noises for me. Show me you need your Alpha.” He finds himself quite inspired, verbalizing every thought in his brain. His eyes flicker in the way he knows means they are black, surrounded by maps of veins and greed.

Darlin’. He definitely used to say that. The more you moan and twist and dig your nails in, the more he feels like speaking is safe and even appreciated. You are changing so much about his world.

“Cum, Omega. Lemme make you all mine. Lemme be your Alpha and give you pups and bite your little gland.” Whatever he just said fell from his lips entirely from the depths of his instinct and his desire. He wants you, and he wants all of it.

“Fuck!” You sob as you squeeze around his cock harshly. The world goes white as your walls construct and pulse, and he wishes he could just bond and knot you up. Soon, he is certain, he will.

His fang catches your skin harshly, but it must not cause you pain. You cling to him harder with your hands, but your thighs are tired from your climax. The sensation of your flesh giving way is unmistakeable, as is the slow mouthful of wine he accepts from the punctured spot above your gland. It makes his peak ten times more powerful.

The Soldier fills you, blinded by every pump of his body and press of his hips, as he swallows your flavour down. All of the hunger is sated, and his eyes stop throbbing as you mewl beneath him, coming down. It’s intense, and he wonders if he was too much.

The blood doesn’t clot. His heart stutters as he sees the rivulets, and watches your hand press to your neck. It was only a small puncture, he made sure it wasn’t bad. But why won’t his mouth provide you that warm, bubbly relief?

“Buck,” you crow. “Powder, please.”

He looks to where you point, and sees a wound seal powder in a delivery. They must have known this was possible. It works quickly, as he applies ample to the infinitesimal wound. It still makes him feel guilty, but your scent remains unbothered and sweet and warm.

“Good Omega,” he soothes. “My best girl, taste of Heaven, Omega. Such a beautiful woman, and good for me. Did you enjoy having your Alpha?”

You immediately erupt in a pure at all his praise. That relieves some of his stress, but is also meant to help you heal. Recovery times are always better, but he also loves to think of having a Love Song. It might be even better than sex.

“Sweet, strong Omega. So tight and so needy for fangs. A prize, for sure.” The fact she didn’t mind his nibbles all over does please him. They can study his healing glands later. For now, he is obsessed with you and how you are doing.

The Winter Soldier kisses you on the temple, nuzzling your forehead under his chin to burst more of your combined scent into the air. It makes his chest swell with pride. You are truly his, in his arms, purring. Why isn’t he purring so you have a Love Song?

“Alpha, I’m yours.” You seem startled but impossibly proud. “We can bond if I have a heat? Or we can ask Bruce if it’s possible. Would you claim me?”

That does it. The soft, submissive question from a strong, independent Omega. He is your safe place, where you can beg a little, whine a bit, and trust him enough to submit. This is amazing for both of you learning to love right.

“I’d love to bond.” He checks your neck, trying not to colour his scent with his shame. It should be simple, after courting. Instead, he knows there is a mountain to move, ahead.

“Me, too.” You doze in his arms, completely calmed and pleased by the Love Song. His chest rumbles, echoed by yours. It lifts the burden of all of his history and the secrets beneath the surface of it all. With you, beautiful and smelling of him, his heart is at peace for once.

Every plan of offerings, sweet moments, and adoration, manifest in his dreams as he follows you into dreamland. Purring is a hell of a drug, and so is sex like that. His body is warm and alight with just a tinge of your blood and a bucketload of your mixed scent.

Notes:

Aahhhh
Will they be able to bond?
Will being a vampire affect them?
Did you like the spice 😭
Do people want him to be more blood-hungry or is this fine? I’m still finding my footing in this fic!

Chapter 8: Reveal

Summary:

Desperate for your thoughts on this one!!
Smut is in two chapters!

“You talked.” You whisper into Bucky’s bare chest and hope he’s not offended. “I’m glad you felt safe. Are you having any regrets?”

He takes a deep breath, nuzzling and scenting you. It takes a moment for him to accept your observation, and realize how different he was than he had expected. Would he be able to bond to you? You’re certain he would like to. Maybe you’ll find some way to have a donor pup.

Because of pack structures, adoption was nearly unheard of. Pups had large families and support networks, and parents were rarely short on needs nor guidance nor funds. Because of heat and rut cycles, and bonding, unexpected pregnancies were few and far between. But donor situations were inherently complicated due to the same structures.

If he couldn’t do it, you’re sure you’d be alright. The two of you don’t have a pack, anyway. Raising pups in such a small pack is an immense amount of time, money, and energy. Maybe you were getting carried away.

“No regrets, I am proud to have you. You were so good, are you hurt at all? I… I feel like a different person, with you. Or, maybe, I feel like myself.” You smile the whole time he’s explaining, and excitedly kiss him as soon as he finishes. He sounds like your Bucky, at least a little bit.

“Do you remember much? Will you forget?” You wonder what, exactly, happens, when he returns to his coven. It sounds like he does something awful, and you try not to think of that part, right now.

Bucky pulls you closer, nosing at your glands and laving at them. You dream of when your scents mix permanently, and take a drag of the way they blend after he healed and marked you.

“I remember Steve’s mom. I remember l kissed Dot on your birthday and you didn’t speak to me for a month.” Ouch. You’d forgotten that event, long buried under the trauma of war and waking in another century. It still hurts, however.

The scent in the air turns bitter, your heart hurting.

“I remember wanting you as my girl. I wanted to make you my Omega, but you were with… you were in bed with Howard when I went to see you. And still, when I returned from our squadron being prisoners of war.” He grooms your gland, trying to reassure you.

What does that mean? Bucky could have been your Alpha before any of this? But he had Dot, and a string of other women. He never reciprocated any of the early offerings you gave him, and actively hurt your feelings upon return from his capture.

“That’s not true. You don’t have to lie, it’s okay that you weren’t interested. I’m glad I have you, now. We can work through all the complicated parts.” It’s something you long accepted, that Bucky was just a friend. He had been distressed when he returned, agitated and confused.

When you had tried to talk to him, telling him to be safe, before the train, he had shouted at you. He’d told you to stay with Howard, and let him make his own decisions. It had been a very sharp and angry reaction, which he’d never given you before.

“I’m so sorry, little one. I… I avoided it for a long time. And then I was so afraid to bond with you, then die in the war. Vacant bond ends… having a bond and one person dies sounded worse than death.” He nuzzles you, trying to soothe the pain. You could have been together, before all of this. But he’s right, a passed on partner is infamously painful.

“I felt rejected by you! You chose so many pretty girls over me, and things like kissing them on my birthday!” The touch of his teeth nipping you stops you from continuing to shout.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I’m not that person. It was a foolish way to handle it, and I wanted to put distance between us. You were our friend, and I craved your scent and even thought I’d say so, once you let Howard all over ya. But then I got caught, got tortured, they… they used your scent, even. I didn’t wanna leave ya behind, Doll.” He sounds more like Bucky every sentence. That familiar nickname, accent, and demeanour.

You bury your face in his right gland, saddened by his admission. He really liked you, but worried about leaving you as so many women had been after the war? That was only slightly less upsetting. He did fall from a train… they ripped out one of his mating glands. It’s not like he has had it easy, at all.

Bucky distracts you from your scent of sadness. He laps at your glands, stroking the metal hand up and down your ribcage. His mouth paints spots on your flesh, and deep, ragged breaths inhale your pheromones. You adore his gentleness and strokes that give you gooseflesh.

“Can you stay, tonight? Or— stay here, in the Tower. We can find a way for you to stay fed, and they can keep your coven thing from coming to get you. Please, Bucky, I don’t want you to have to keep doing things.” You trace the edge of his muscling down his chest, to his side, as you plead.

“Tonight.” He kisses your hair. “But I will face consequences for staying longer. And I will face them for scenting of you.”

Consequences. They harm him. Will they take his other gland! You panic and look up at him, thinking of the ways you two could be separated. He has dark lines around his eyes, but is still watching you.

“Will they take your other gland, to prevent our bonding?” You fidget with the edge of his pillow.

“I’m not sure. They did that because I was fighting too hard to get free. I was talking back, threatening them, sayin’ Steve would come. Alphas are hard to control, harder when they figure out how to make them vampires. But I didn’t want to hurt others. They starved me, then showed me scents and read me names, trying to see why I was resisting so much more than others. I was desperate, but wouldn’t give in. So… they decided I’d be more compliant with a little less Alpha. At least, they thought it was worth it to try.” He twists a finger into your hair, twirling it as he avoids your gaze.

“They’ll do that again! You can’t leave, I won’t let them hurt you. There has to be a way.” You think about the Hulk room, the lab, Steve, anything you can that could help. Would his coven really try to get him back? Is he that much of an asset?

“I care about you. I’ll be back, it might just take me a while to get back to… this. I forget, when they want me to. But I remember a little more each time I’m away.” He doesn’t fully convince you, but you want to believe him.

But he doesn’t just forget. He loses all semblance of himself. If able, he would have killed Natasha and Steve, just recently. If he can’t stop himself from hurting them, would he also be able to harm you?

The two of you snuggle, and he allows you to nap when you want to after breakfast. He grooms your glands when you wake, tracing the muscles of your back as he tries to get you to curve into him. Bucky is sweet and loves your scent filling his lungs.

By dinner, you know that Steve will want to see you. Nobody is prepared to let you be alone with Bucky for a whole day, not right away. So you watch him dress, which is oddly just as satisfying as watching him undress. He nips at your neck, distracting you from your endless worry.

The door is some magical threshold, turning Bucky back into his Winter Soldier from the instant he crosses. You twist your pinky into his, a little hurt that he doesn’t perk up. But his pinky squeezes, and you know it’s alright.

Natasha and Steve are at the table, Sam serving up. Nobody else is really around, which you expect is purposeful.

“Buck,” Steve tries to act normal, “are you doing alright?”

Bucky observes the three of them closely, watching with interest as you fill your plate.

“How often do you feed?” Natasha inserts herself with a little more authority. “Or can you eat something, here? There’s plenty, if you need.”

“I can eat, however it does not sustain me well. And I apologize to both of you for my previous actions.” Robotic. That’s how the response feels, after so much warmth and friendliness.

“Bucky, we want to help you. I’m your friend, and we know you aren’t in control. Is there a way to get you out of Hydra?” Steve drops the facade and gets to the point. Of course, he would make rescuing Bucky a priority.

Bucky seems a little less distant, but still guarded. He is so unsure, you watch his brain calculate everything he says and does as he tries to trust them. It almost makes you want to hug him, just so he’s not tense.

“I’m one of the only successful Alpha Vampires. They won’t lose me easily, and it would put everyone at risk.” Bucky gently tugs at your pinky, still interlocked beneath the table. It reminds you of when he was just a kid, and would pass you something with sugar when there was a ration.

“So why court?” Sam interrupts, a little less sentimental because he’s seen what Bucky can do. “Why come here, court, sleep with some Omega, and not be able to bond? Or is she just a blood bag?”

You flush at the fact everyone knows you accepted the courting. Would Steve see you differently? Would Sam and Natasha just think you were some slutty, helpless Omega? None of this makes you feel particularly good about yourself.

Bucky snarls, and you feel his hand wrap your wrist to brush your gland there. It soothes you both just a little at the comforting gesture.

“I’d like to bond. Bruce may be able to assist. My memories come back, when I haven’t been put through their system in a while. I’m not certain if any of this is possible, but I am trying. If she doesn’t wish to bond, she is free to take someone else.” He quietly cedes as you chew your lip anxiously.

This feels foolish, now. He’s undead. He’s a fucking vampire. He could maybe bond, but he can’t have pups. Bucky is part of a coven, he’s mind controlled and thirsts for blood. That should have told you, there’s no future for you.

“Rogers!” Tony’s voice echoes down the corridor. “You better find me your friend, and tell him he’s done. Done!”

There’s a hiss to your side, defensive and scared. Bucky stays in his spot, but Steve quickly takes you to the side. He moves to stand protectively in front of his friend, but you worry it’s not enough.

“Barnes!” The shout is feral and sounds like it will hurt Tony’s throat. “How dare you come into my Tower trying to claim an Omega, knowing what you did!”

You reach for Bucky’s hand, but he doesn’t move as his eyes darken.

“I was looking at what would be needed to expunge your records and get you out. But then guess what I come across? Proof that no matter what we do, you’ll forget any person you’ve ever known. Even your Omega, I’m sure.” Tony shoves at Bucky, who remains determined only to emit a throaty growl.

“Tell everyone where you were December 16th, 1991. Say it!” He aims a palm of his Iron Man suit at Bucky, making you reach for him anxiously, but Sam holds you back. “WHERE WERE YOU?”

Bucky hisses darkly, eyes black as he moves to your side. You haven’t seen Tony this outwardly upset and angry, and it doesn’t look like anyone else is familiar, either. His hand shakes just a little as he fires a warning shot into Steve’s shield, startling you.

“Mission Summary! December 16, 1991!” Tony growls quietly. Bucky starts to speak, but Friday begins playing a video.

It’s the Winter Soldier. You don’t really know who the others are, but he kills them coldly and easily. It doesn’t matter who they are, it’s unnerving how detached he is, but you know the victims meant something to Tony. His parents?

The screen flickers to him shooting Natasha, and fully engaging in combat with Steve, not pulling any punches. He’s completely unaware of who anyone is, when he’s the Soldier. The violence makes your stomach turn, and your scent sours.

“You are not welcome in my tower. Get out, or I’ll find every way to kill a vampire and find you.” Tony shoots Bucky’s left hand as it reaches for you. Steve seems completely torn, knowing he can’t help if he gets kicked out.

“Leave your Omega here. And don’t come back.” Tony glowers, and you start to cry. Bucky locks eyes with you, eyes apologetic but dark. He’ll do whatever keeps you safe, you know that.

With a snap of the air, Bucky is down the hall, and you watch him descend in the elevator. You don’t know if he will be safe, out there. He scents of you, he may even scent of all the Avengers, if vampires can smell it.

“Please! Tony, I know he did bad things. But they’re okay! Steve and Natasha are fine, and he is remembering. Please, Tony, he was our friend, he would never do this—”

“He killed my parents.” Tony interrupts with an eerie calm. “That video- that is Howard and Maria Stark. And correct me if I’m wrong, Omega, but that means he did kill someone he was supposed to remember. Someone who was your Alpha once, and your friend. So to me, he could do it to anyone. And I don’t give a shit about his excuses.”

Bucky murdered Howard. Steve stands next to you, trying to assess your reaction. You stand, paralyzed as you try to understand if you’re appropriately upset. It doesn’t feel real, it feels like you’ll wake up from a nightmare back in Bucky’s arms.

You just accepted courtship from Howard’s murderer. From someone who tried to kill your friends and could easily kill you if ordered.

“I need a minute,” you murmur before leaving to your room.

Notes:

Aaahhhhhh please feed me with comments and kudos ;)

Chapter 9: Precursor

Summary:

How will Bucky handle what’s to come?

The Soldier feels it, before he smells it or anything else. His coven calls.

He won’t go back. If there’s any way to prove himself to you, he will escape Hydra. Even if it isn’t enough, and he can never atone, he refuses to forget again. You’re his Omega, and he doesn’t want to forget.

None of the vampires should be here. He sets elaborate diversions and traps, using everything he knows to eliminate any trace of his scent. All of his contacts are paid off, to say he simply disappeared.

The Soldier goes into hiding. He has stored a few weeks of blood bags, and knows how to source a little more. Hopefully he can find more bags, or he won’t know what to do for the rest of his time evading them. If they know he remembers, they may not even pursue him because he could pose a risk to them all.

There’s a vault he secures, on the crook of Brooklyn and Queens. The sun will affect him more as he goes hungry, and he will have a harder time controlling his scent. So he focuses on making a nest. He imagines you in it, but accepts that you may never want that. Perhaps if he makes just the softest, most comfortable materials for you, you’ll give in and make him a nest.

Some nights, he reinforces safety systems and scopes the area for anyone tracking him down. Others, he hunts. But some, he simply misses you. It had felt like he was human for one more day. He had talked, laughed, and felt like a whole person outside of instinct of vamp and Alpha.

“Steve.” He calls into the crisp air of a fall evening. After weeks apart, he is desperate for you. If no one forgives him, at least he will know he has apologized. “Can you tell her I’m sorry? And can you understand, I didn’t know what I was doing?”

Steve looks at him tiredly, but with all the love of a brother. Their paths have long differed, but he will understand the best. Steve can look after you, and maybe you’ll eventually make your pack, there,

“Bruce said to warn you that your rut season will be soon, based on pheromones she’s giving off. She will go to an isolation room in our tower, but he thinks if you can cycle, it’s likely already been set in motion.” Steve takes time to share, carefully.

“Oh.” He has chanced speaking first, but doesn’t feel this was the response he expected.

“I know you wouldn’t have hurt Howard.” Steve seems distracted by someone in his ear, a moment. “Buck, I knew. I knew after Natasha found all the records. And yeah, it freaked me out to let you alone with her. She’s my friend, too, and I don’t want either of you hurt. But I won’t keep her away, if you can promise you won’t go back to Hydra.”

Bucky. He doesn’t feel like his name is so unusual on his body. Of course he won’t go back to Hydra. Not willingly.

“Will you let her join me? I— it’s alright, if not. Feels silly, but she’s my girl, now. I don’t wanna hurt her, I wouldn’t. I’ve been runnin’ from Hydra, so I can see her some day.” Bucky tries to get Steve to understand his side. He really is doing all he can.

“He’s not gonna let you back, Buck. I’m sorry.” Steve looks broken, and Bucky knows he’s receiving orders, they’re doing something. “If she wants you… where do I send her?”

Bucky’s heart feels alive again. Would you want you see him? Would you believe he repents, he isn’t that man, and things could work? Even if he can’t have pups, he can find a way to let you have them, if you want.

“If she wants me, and she’s in Heat, it won’t be safe for her to travel to me. Tell her to contact me, and I’ll get her.” There’s doubt in his heart that you’ll seek him out. But you may have no other option, if it’s too bad.

“Are you okay? Are you safe?” Steve asks hurriedly. “Natasha saw you took down the Siberia base. Nick Fury is dead… I think we’ve been infiltrated. I want to make all the records public, so we can get them out of power.”

“No! You can’t make them public. It’ll result in a vampire cleanse, and I can’t do that to her. I can’t…” Bucky feels his heart race. He couldn’t put you through courting just to be hunted, leaving you behind with only the memory that he murdered Howard. “People aren’t as opposed to fascism, as you think they are, these days.”

“Buck— look, I gotta go. We’re running from Shield, right now. They had double agents everywhere.” Steve winces at someone shouting into his earpiece. He has one last glance Bucky’s way, before he takes off.

 

—

 

Bucky hunts Hydra agents, the human ones. He feeds on them, and hopes his systematic hunt aids Steve. It should also keep you safer. He tries to target agents who have contacts at Shield or work there.

As the daylight creeps in, he feels tired and checks his surroundings before retreating to his home. His skin burns, and he wonders why the daylight is affecting him if he is fed. He is, perhaps, better fed than ever, for now, and hasn’t touched his stock.

So why does his head ache? Why does his heart race when he scents the fabric you gifted him? His mouth waters, but he has eaten already. His skin feels aflame, and there’s a low grumble he doesn’t mean to emit when he thinks of you.

Sleep. He will sleep it off, perhaps overdoing it or ingesting blood that disagreed with him. Some agents take drugs or supplements that don’t agree with him, and he hopes it’s as simple as that. But he can’t sleep, he’s restless and aching and it vaguely reminds him of the change.

There are toxins some agents ingest, specifically to ward off any feeding from vampires within Hydra. But they are all decades old, by now, well tamed and never too hungry. The poisons are less frequent, and he always keeps note of who is reaching out to the people who can sell it.

“Steve,” he barks into the phone. His skin feels sunburnt, and he feels heatsick, like when he worked the docks long ago in the summer and didn’t hydrate. “Somethin’s wrong.”

His mouth is dry, and he tries to open a blood bag in his fridge but the flavour makes him sick.

“Bucky, can you hear me?” Steve repeats again, and he finally focuses long enough to listen. “Tell me where you are, I’m bringing her. Okay?”

Bucky feels a surge of excitement to hear that you will be here. But then the fire under his skin doubles, making him turn on the shower and get under the icy water, despite his cell phone at his ear. He gives the address, hoping he will make it to when she’s here.

“Okay- Bruce is gonna drive her, do you have anyone running surveillance? Hello? Bucky, I think you’re in rut.” Steve tries to interrupt. He can hear the shower and Bucky’s hiss when he starts to panic.

“It’s never felt like this. Never. I think… I swear I’ve been poisoned.” Bucky grunts the words out as he watches his reflection and his eyes blacken.

“It’s an Alpha cycle, your Vampire side is probably freaking out. This is one of many reasons it was said to be impossible— and we don’t know much, but we are gonna do our best. She’ll be there in twenty minutes.” Steve tries to catch his attention long enough to explain and calm him down.

The line goes dead, and Bucky realizes he damaged his phone. Damn it.

Rut. Body temperature skyrocketing, sweating, fangs, overstimulation, healing salve. That would make his vampire properties boil, and panic. That’s probably why he catches himself panic hissing at his own body as it commits to the Alpha traits.

The only thing keeping his body functional is vampire blood. But his body is that of an Alpha… would a full rut with Alpha property damage the blood properties? He feels like his body is at war with itself, the natural Alpha foe of Vampires breaking him in half.

He hopes that your scent and presence can heal him. Otherwise, he needs to say goodbye. This is surely going to kill him.

Notes:

Ok the last chapter seemed to underwhelm people and I’m sorry.
This chapter will be the last one for a week. But the spice is on, next chapter!
Thanks to anyone for reading this. I might put things on pause until Thunderbolts comes out.

Chapter 10: Heatstroke

Summary:

Smut ahoy!

Bucky just starts his rut.

You feel your cheeks warm as you stretch in bed. It’s mid-morning, and your first day off after working extra shifts and trying to stay out of the Compound. Happy escorts you to and from work, and flirts with your coworkers. You laugh, but a day off is nice.

The little bottle of suppressants Bruce gave you is one away from empty. You sigh and feel almost sick at the thought of taking them. It’s exhausting to always worry about forgetting, especially when you have semi-breakthroughs. Bruce was concerned about trying different drug options, or doses.

This one hasn’t been very useful. Natasha said she used it, before. She doesn’t need it, now, as she doesn’t want pups and is bonded, so she just knows her cycle. It makes you feel groggy and moody, but maybe that’s more due to the absence of your Alpha. Is he really yours?

Howard had lived his life after you and Steve had crashed in the plane. Did they know you had snuck on to help Steve? Or did Howard just assume you’d been one of many casualties in the fights with Hydra? It sounds like he had become greedy, no longer driven by innovation but wealth.

Sure, you’d never been soulmates. He had been there when you missed Bucky, and when you thought he didn’t want you, and when you thought he died. You’d been a warm, friendly body, eager to explore sex with someone safe. But you’d cared about each other, no matter the fact you both knew it wasn’t serious.

“Bruce Banner has requested your immediate presence in the lab. Steven Rogers is sending you out in the 15 minutes. Please proceed urgently.”

What? You look a mess, your hair is all over. You don’t want to drag your unshowered self through Stark Tower and multiple packs, disheveled. But maybe Bruce found something about your designation? Steve is sending you out, maybe they have something going on.

Are you going home? Maybe Bucky could find you, there.

“Barnes is experiencing a rut. If you want to Heat with him, just don’t take your pill today and you should be fine.” You blush at the hurried yet clinical tone of Bruce Banner discussing your cycles. “But we are sending you emergency options for if he changes or someone triggers him.”

You see the objects Bruce passes over from Cho’s desk. She passes you items you’ve seen Steve take on missions, and get nervous. Bucky killed Howard and Maria. You know he really could forget everything and hurt you, even if he is in Rut. That truth makes you feel sick.

“Let me do some vitals on you, to make sure you’re ready. Is that alright?” Cho steps closer, guiding you to sit in a chair. “Just your temperature, blood pressure, and a blood typing in case you need a transfusion.”

A transfusion? Holy shit, they really don’t know how they’ll find you. The little emergency gadget will tell them if your blood pressure drops too low. There’s a button you can press on your key chain if you get spooked, too.

“Ready?” Steve calls as Cho scribbles down your stats, and you’re handed a bag of things you recognize. Heat inhibitors, to prevent pups. Scent washes, gland covers, clotting powder, and a burner phone all, and a vial you don’t recognize.

“Yeah… I… I hope so. Steve, are you gonna hate me?” You fidget with the zipper as you follow him swiftly and wonder what’s about to happen to you.

“Never. No, if anything, I wish you could be part of our pack. And I’m trying to find a way for Bucky to join, even if it’s hard. But right now, I don’t want him to get caught by Hydra, and he needs you. If you feel safe and still want to do this, it has to be now.” Steve stops as Bruce pulls a car around, and you know it’s serious if it’s not Happy escorting you. He’s a beta, but one who can help you even against an Alpha vampire.

“Okay. But what’s the vial for?” You look to him as he opens the door for you.

“It’s Alpha blood and silver. If he gets out of hand, inject him anywhere. It won’t kill him, but it could buy you time.” Steve hugs you, ignoring the worried scent he will leave behind. You’ve been on the rocks for a long time, but you’ve always known each other and been friends. He’s worried for you and Bucky.

—

 

Bruce leaves you, a bit out of sorts and feeling warm. You’re a little nervous of what you’ll find when you open the door to Bucky’s den. It’s the lower level of a building, all concrete and bars. That’s not all unfamiliar, considering Manhattan, but it doesn’t make you feel better out near Queens.

The buttons beep and you hear a ragged breath on the buzzer before it cuts out. When you step in, you can smell it like the hour before a feast. It scents of Thanksgiving, of Christmas baking, of leather, of spice, and of the carnival, all at once. Your whole body is flush and pink in an instant, sensing a Rut from your very own courted Alpha.

“Bucky!” You see him on the floor, fingers tangled painfully in a fur, blood on the floor nearby.

Black eyes meet yours, and the tautness of his muscles seems to melt incrementally. The veins are dark and angry around his lids, but he seems relieved. It shocks you when he takes your hand, guiding you to the floor, and kisses you warmly, over and over, while running his wrist over every gland he can reach.

At first, you allow him to kiss you, but you’re too stunned to kiss back. His lips press firmly against yours, but find little reciprocation and quickly move to your glands. There, he open mouth vents for a long moment, ingesting every single piece of you and your pheromones.

“Bed, please.” You pet his face softly, trying to relax him and make it clear you won’t run. He hasn’t scared you, yet, but perhaps, is scaring himself.

“Thought I was dyin’,” he groans as he lifts you, rolling you on top of him on the bed. It’s sort of a nest, but incomplete by a few touches. “Called Steve, told him I was dyin’. But you… I feel better with you, pretty Omega. Love you.”

Those last words make you warm and fuzzy inside. They make you smile, unintentionally, and you kiss him like you mean it. He wraps his arms around you, locking you down to his body, and groaning again when you press yourself deeper into him.

“There’s my chatty Alpha. No dying, please. Need my Alpha so bad. Need him to give me my first knot.” You feel your own temperature spike at your admission. Howard was your safe friend when you didn’t want to be a virgin and wanted to own your sex. You’ve had two casual dates since then, when you felt inclined, but you’ve never had a knot, nor Heat assistance. Those felt like something you wanted to save.

Bucky rumbles from his belly to his throat. He grooms your glands, and rocks his hips into yours. There’s a prominent bulge, nestled just between your bodies. All he has on is a pair of black briefs, and his body is damp in a way you can’t be sure is from sweat or water.

“This feels like Rut. Didn’t, before. Felt like Vamp was bein’ attacked. God, lemme see ya. Too many clothes,” he whines. Bucky scents your upset when you realize he has had women for his ruts, before you. Of course he has, and you’ve always known, but it crushes the Omega part of you.

“Sweet, pretty ‘Mega. I’m yours. I’m all yours, your Alpha. Think I ever courted anyone else? Think I’d start comin’ back after a near century, for anyone but you?” He swipes his thumb across your cheek, and kisses you with his tongue on yours.

The praise does heal your tender heart. His skin is hot, but you feel yours catching up. The air blends your scents perfectly, and you blossom with joy that he doesn’t seem like he will forget nor hurt you. He’s growing dominant again, however, and catches your attention with a bite to your lip.

“Mmmm, pretty little one. First knot? Ready t’be full o’ me?” He rumbles as he nips at your shoulder and upper arm before grooming your glands again. The warm, spicy scents mix and you purr, strong and loud. It’s the best feeling, melting all the confusion and stress away.

“Still early? My Alpha, so calm even in his rut.” You kiss him, stroking his in tact mating gland. He acts like it’s euphoric, stretching into your touch and nudging your face so you repeat the action.

“Not for long.” His voice is impossibly deep and gravelly as his hands cup your bum, flattening your body further down to his. You feel his dick twitch, and moan a little.

“Will you be alright?” Your head starts to get fuzzy. It’s hitting you hard, being locked with these hormones and scents. He was laying in a pool of blood when you got here, you’re not certain he will be completely normal when things take off.

“Yeah, Doll. I’m gonna take care o’ ya. But might get a little bite-y. That alright?” His inebriated promises come littered with kisses on your body. Lips move across your shoulders and dip beneath your collar.

Fangs pierce the softly curving flesh at the swell of your breast, and he enjoys your little gasp of pleasure. His hands free you from your bra, stroking down your spine as the contraption falls away. It stimulates your desire to feel him there, behind you, perhaps biting your neck.

When his salve enters your bloodstream over little bites, you shudder. The warm, bubbly sensation seems to intoxicate you and lull you further into your Alpha’s hold. He punctures you again, in tiny crescents around your nipple, and your whole chest lights up.

“Alpha,” you murmur as the world spins. His fingers dig into your skin a little too harshly, and you squeeze his wrists.

He is losing his restraint, and you are excited by it but also nervous. It’s sweet that he’s trying to keep it together, but he hisses loudly when you move away to remove your underwear and retrieve your bag of heat assistants. Apparently his Rut symptoms conflict with his vampire state, and cause him pain.

“It’s okay.” You return to him, covering his heated body with yours. His chest heaves with frightened, or pained, breaths, as the veins slowly fade from his eyes. Your lips soothe the expression from his face, his rut taking over again.

As he grumbles, you welcome the way your muscles melt and become pliant. Your weight is soft above him, and he rolls over top of you. You reach down, pumping his length and feeling pleased at how silky and hard he is. The matte skin at the base, where his knot will inflate, is sensitive and makes him inhale through his teeth.

With his body trapping yours, he hovers his teeth above your gland, skimming you without breaking through. That must take considerable control, and you keen at the sensation. You gasp when he covers your hand, showing the pressure and spots he enjoys. It’s rougher than you expected.

His jaw falls open, pleased by your touch, and he drinks in your scent. Everything goes white as he lifts your hips just a smidge, roughly entering you. It’s definitely too far gone; he needs you, now, and you are on the precipice of your Heat.

“Bucky!” You sob as he uses your slick to bury himself deeper and deeper, not relenting. You’ve been with Alphas, so you’ve experienced their instinct to move deeply and feel like they could bury a knot. But never someone so… sizeable. And never an Alpha in rut, overcome by their desire.

He growls, helping you relax and let your head swim with pleasure. Your thighs become wetter and wetter as he pushes harder and deeper against your cervix, bruising it and making your insides ache a little. When you’re more warmed up, you think this might kill you it’s so hot.

Sharp fangs break your skin on your neck beneath your ear, and you moan loudly at the tearing sensation fixed with healing salve that you enjoy. Bucky locks his jaw there, swirling his tongue to capture the rivulets of blood. Both of your scents puff into the air, drowning your thoughts.

Bucky buries himself deeper, still. It makes your toes curl and your tummy squeeze, as you try to ease up the pressure. You feel his hands clasp your wrists, grumbling to calm you. He pants into your neck, still squeezing the skin between his fangs and shoulders heaving.

“Sorry,” he exhales as he releases you, grooming the spot until it heals. You curl your right hand into his scalp and your left flexes until he lets go, so you can gently wrap it around his bicep. Marble muscling ripples beneath your hand as you trace over them, and you can tell you’re taking his brain away all over.

He moves against you, enjoying how your breasts bounce as he jars your body and laps at your gland. You arch into him, and he grumbles at your rush. It makes him smile in a dirty way, nipping your bottom lip. He chokes and makes a throaty moan when your fingertips move down his abs to the base of his cock, squeezing around where his knot will be.

Bucky brings your wrist up, nipping the gland there, before flattening his tongue upon it several times. His teeth break skin, and mixes your scents powerfully.

“Feels t’good. Don’t wanna get carried away, yet. Needa keep you safe.” He nibbles up your neck, snapping his hips harder and digging his fingers in to your flesh. There’s one shred of sense left in him, and you’re sure it’ll snap soon enough. He’s trying to be sure he doesn’t come unhinged too early.

You erupt in a purr for one second as your instincts appreciate your Alpha caring so much. He is only further wound up by your momentary behaviour. It’s unusual, during sex, and is more of a loving behaviour.

“My Omega, so happy bein’ stuffed full that you purr. Fuck, always wanted ya. Feel so tight, and wet.” Bucky kisses you before you can reply. It steals your oxygen, adding to the dizziness that the start of your heat offers. “I’ll make ya mine.”

A nervous, excited rush pulls through your middle. Does he mean to bond you? It’s possible to spend a cycle together and not bond, and there’s a lot left to work out. He murdered Howard, whether he was in control or not. That scares you, a little.

“Sweet ‘Mega, wanna be mine? Take my bite, my knot…. My pups.” The last words make you whine and groom his mating gland, desperately. You feel a gush of wetness between your thighs, and a groan from Bucky as he thrusts easier into you. That very thought seems to have made you hotter than ever.

“Mmmph,” he grunts as he grinds deeper and harder, and dips his fingers to your seam. “Stretched so far, Doll. Dunno if you can take my knot.”

You keen loudly, throwing your head back. Bucky dives immediately to your gland, nipping the skin there. It makes your eyes tear up, a soulful need rising. Fuck all the reasons not to, you want to bond. You need a bond, a love, a partner. The loneliness will kill you, if you ever feel it again.

“Patience, Omega,” he husks as he pinches your nipple between thumb and forefinger. His other hand spreads your thigh up and away further, before inserting a finger into you alongside his cock. It’s so tight it burns, then sings.

The little spot that’s meant to tie with him is stimulated, fluttering around his finger, as he stretches you in preparation. You’ve never even used a toy, and had no idea it would sting like this to have prepared. It leaves a thrilling sparkle in its wake, and you’re happy Bucky is being gentle to assist you.

“All mine, girlie. Pussy so full, stretched on my knot, lemme fill you.” His voice is deep and gravelly. It’s dominating and a little scary, but somehow the most comforting sense of love you’ve ever felt.

“Please, Alpha. Need your knot. My first knot. Gimme a knot, Bucky.” You lose all sensibility and the words just flow through you, his hands move all over your sweaty body. They bring pleasure, pain, and distraction from more bites.

“Good Omega,” he growls when you feel achingly close. It’s a feather touch away… you can taste the high and your body feels a million degrees as it arches and rocks. “Best Omega, good girl.”

And then he catches, before ramming in again. It feels like ecstasy. It feels like you’re being set on fire but with euphoria. When he drives deeper, without pulling out, you feel where he is stretching you strongly and you are tightening around the base.

Both of you release strangled, almost shocked, sounds. The world is white around you, gravity doesn’t exist, and you can feel nothing but his body in and around yours. It’s ethereal, and it changes the way your eyes see and ears hear. It breathes life into you like never before.

Bucky’s fangs sink deep, deep, into your shoulder. He swallows as you scent the coppery fresh blood, which quickly is replaced by your scent and his, from the healing salve. His eyes go black after a minute, just before he pulls his mouth away from the healed wound and laps at the little droplets left behind on your warm skin.

He didn’t bond you. Your gland is unscathed, though thoroughly scented. Why wouldn’t he want to bond you?

When you start to feel your lip tremble, you become hyper aware of the fact you are joined. You love him so much, and he didn’t break your mating gland. How dare he? This was always a moment of euphoria in your dreams, followed by gentle and hungry affection, pleased to be each others’ mates.

“‘M sorry, I didn’t bond you.” Bucky catches his breath, kissing you and holding you close. He rubs your skin affectionately, and places his wrist on your gland. The shadows leave from his eyes, and you bite your lip to stop from crying.

“Will you? I thought you wanted me to be your Omega.” You return the sweet gestures, scenting him and burying yourself in his chest.

“More than anything. But you were mad at me for a reason. We were apart because I hurt people, people who are important to you. My rut is gonna get a lot worse in the next day, I think. Didn’t wanna rush you into this.” Bucky grooms the familial glands beneath your chin, apologetically.

“I wanna be yours, please.” You mumble the proclamation, a bit shy as your Heat has emboldened you but his denial has toned it down.

“Needa see about those pups,” he nuzzles your cheek. You whine, and squeeze around his knot, which makes him chuckle. “Can’t say you don’t want ‘em. Need a pack, for that.”

“Noooo,” you cry.

Bucky immediately soothes you with little kisses everywhere. He grooms your mating gland, again, and smiles against your skin when you melt into the sheets. A flesh thumb rubs your collar bone, and you relax when he growls lowly.

“We can do it. We can look. But I’m… I’m dead, babydoll. Not sure how all this works.” Bucky explains just as your body starts to warm up again. Fuck, Heat is gonna slap you hard as his Rut really sets in tonight. You can’t find it in yourself to dislike that.

Bucky, however, is about to have a complete shitshow internally.

Notes:

Another filth chapter ahead, with both a little deeper in Heat/Rut.
What will happen? What do YOU want to see?
What if they need donor pups 🤔 or a pack!?

Thank you all for reading this.

Chapter 11: War

Summary:

Bucky struggles with the two ways his body pulls him, and the way he knows is right.

Bucky wakes to a sharp, twisting feeling in his gut. The whole room spins as he pulls his body away from yours, desperately trying to cool himself from the sweltering warmth surrounding him.

He growls like a street cat, clawing at his own skin as his mind fades. Hunger. His Vampire instincts scream like mad for blood to save the vamp properties. It’s intense, excruciating, and he reaches blindly for his safe, where blood packs are.

Bucky sees the open bottle from when he tried to eat before you arrived. It’s revolting, making him feel sick for the first time in decades. There’s something else in the air that pulls him back to his senses as he desperately tries to quell this pain and panic.

“Alpha?” His attention snaps to the Omega in his nest. Everything is red, in his vision, distorted by whatever is warring with the vampire blood that keeps him animated.

You move slowly from the nest, reaching with your wrists for his glands. The scent makes his mouth water, the air in his lungs seeming to clear again. He pulls you, too strongly, toward him, and bites the gland harshly. Rivulets pour onto his tongue, and he feels a surge of something that isn’t hunger.

It’s still need. A primal, deep-seated craving like when he is starved for blood. As his senses clear, and your taste hits his tongue, and your scents mix in his lungs, he feels the tension roll from his shoulders. He instead chases your body back to the nest, caging your naked form to the soft materials.

“Alpha,” your timid but sultry voice breaks. “Please, need you. Need you here.”

He stops your begging with a fervent kiss, and you whine at the aggressiveness. His fangs burn as they pull down, feeling slightly different than usual. Nothing is in his brain except your scent, his hunger for it, and the pangs of the Alpha warring with his vampire blood.

“I’m here.” He kisses your neck, over and over. Your little mewls and gasps drive his rut, making him more desperate for your skin and your voice.

There’s no space for foreplay, as you squirm beneath him and dig your fingers into his skin. Your heat is fully fledged, making you soaking wet. Every inch of your skin is tacky, potent, and delicious. Your glands practically magnetize him.

Teeth sink into your skin, whether he is even aware of it or not. The only air he can breathe is the scent of you, and he only barely avoids your mating gland. Everything is a blur, his body craving yours more than he ever yearned for blood. It’s disorienting.

Bucky feels your hand squeeze softly around his length, and he almost can’t stand it. He moans greedily as you guide him to your centre and your fingers touch the matte spot where his knot will pop. You drop your head back and cry out as he roughly ruts up into your centre.

He drives impossibly deep, pulling your fingers to feel him through your belly. Fuck, he dreams of rearranging every part of you around his cock while you remain locked on his knot. The Rut symptoms from his youth knock the wind from him again.

Bucky presses against your cervix, desperate to be sated. The craving for your gland makes his mouth water. His mouth averts and instead bites at your skin, making it scent of him.

He wants you to take his knot. Yesterday he was sound of mind enough to prepare you, stretch you, and make sure it wouldn’t hurt. Today, he’s pretty sure he is about to ram himself straight to your womb, knot your centre, and keep you there.

“Alpha,” you gasp as your walls start to quiver. “Alpha, more. Please.”

Bite you. You’re whining, crying, desperate. But he won’t bond you. It wouldn’t be right. You grow senseless as he fucks you roughly, and deeply.

“Body’s s’soft. So ready f’me.” Bucky praises, and your scent deepens with a floral blush. You love his praise and promises, and he feels his belly tighten at the thought.

His mouth waters at the sweet scent in the air. Between hunger and a desire to bond, he’s absolutely frothing at the mouth. You’re so pink and warm, accepting every nip and pinch and drive of his hips.

“Petals all stretched out,” he murmurs. “Y’want my cum? Your Alpha fillin’ you up? I could make your tummy swell with my seed.”

You keen loudly, nails dragging down his lower back in need. The vampire side of him seems entirely pushed aside as a pleasurable tightening happens in his abdomen again. Those instincts warp his brain, tasting your submissive scent in the air.

When your legs lock around him, one hand locks in his hair, making him hiss and lean to bite your throat. A burst of flavour, full of florals and fruits, pours into his mouth. It’s not over your gland, and he realizes he is hungry.

Bucky tears his teeth away, trying not to alarm you. His scent sours sharply, ending your orgasm and his early. What a terrible Alpha, sick at the idea of bonding, screaming against his vampire lifeline, and feeding when you’d asked to be marked.

His saliva changes, overtaken by the vampire desires, and he laps at you but doesn’t heal anything. These vampire fangs have hit your artery, and he knows he’s releasing plumes of anxiety as he snatches your bag of clotting powers.

There’s a crescent at your throat, which you press on with a little disoriented distress. The area is bruising because he didn’t release correctly, either. It’ll be extremely colourful and vile even if this powder works… he wonders if it will scar.

The vampire side of him yearns for a scar of his fang on a jugular. The Alpha in him whines brokenly at leaving his Omega harmed, and unbound. His gut turns as he watches the sealant help.

Bucky gently pulls the soft blanket of the nest to you, sharing your blended scent and trying to quell you. He kisses your forehead lovingly, wrapping you to him. It breaks him to see you nuzzle into him, like he should be trusted.

“Don’t go.” You mumble and sigh, scent calming a little as he does.

He realizes he didn’t knot you. He’d been too distracted, but this means you’ll be needy again, soon. There’s blood nearby, so he can take the edge off the hunger. There’s still an internal coup from his Alpha over the vampire cells that keep him functioning, but he ignores the burning pain.

“Never leavin’. You’re all mine.” He smiles at the purr you release, as he cuddles you into his chest and surrounds you with pleasant aroma. Your eyes fall shut, chest expanding with each deep breath of pheromones. All he wants is you to heal, which should be aided by purring, but the powder is clumped in grotesque black clumps where it is working.

“Beautiful, thoughtful Omega.” Bucky whispers into your skin as you recover from this bout of heat. You’ll wake to another rough round, shortly. For now, he wants to encourage a purr and a bit of rest.

“I remember you. You snuck me sugar, and fed Steve. You played tricks on the kids who were mean to Stevie, but you hid behind me whenever you got caught. And the day I got told I was going to war, you signed up to be a nurse. Always takin’ care…” that realization burns him. You’re meant for so much.

Can he truly keep you locked in his den? Can he mate you, knowing you should be loving on sweet pups and spending time with a pack? When you were young, he’d always felt your loneliness. He’d ached to fill it, to heal you, but war happened and he was petrified to leave you without him.

He’s a vampire. It’s too late for him.

—

 

Your purr fades, and Bucky grooms your glands in an effort to stave off the pain of his vampire blood warring again. It seems to work, as his length springs to life and he enjoys the taste and touch of your skin. His tongue laps at each drop of fruit, flowers, pie, and Omega.

When you clasp your hand around his, he feels its grip on his undead heart. Your slick is on his thigh as you start to moan and hum at his ministrations. The room heats up a few degrees and your spiced, sweet scent pours into his mouth like a liquid. Bucky loses his own sense and gently nips your gland, a thrill of want and fear singing through him.

You grow impatient, moving to roll on top of him. That triggers a series of Alpha instincts at once, and he growls as he spins you beneath him. A little corrective snap at your chin makes you smile like a naughty pup.

Quickly, Bucky slips inside of you. He moves gently, searching for a purr during sex. It’s possible, but rare. With you in his nest, in his arms, he believes it could happen. You’ve courted, he’s loved you forever, and you have somehow, through decades and wars and vampirism, ended up back here.

Bucky gently grooms each gland, paying attention to when your fingers tug at him, your lips part for a needy mewl, or your hips roll with desire. He whispers sweet nothings about knowing you, missing you, and loving you.

“Buck…” you stop just as he thinks you may purr.

“Mmm, Omega,” he groans darkly. It makes him want to correct you for not saying Alpha, but he sort of melts at the use of his nickname.

You slowly remove yourself from him, and he whines at the loss. The cool air on his soaked, raging hard-on feels like torture.

You present, and his mouth goes dry. Everything in him demands to mount you, but he knows damn well he can’t. He would never be able to stop from bonding, not in that traditional position. Instincts would be too strong for both of you, like your instinct now is telling you this is the prime part of your heat for bonding and breeding.

He feels himself twitch, endlessly turned on at the thought.

Bucky covers your body with his, nosing against your mating gland and allowing both of you to shift and moan at the feel. It takes everything he has not to accept the presentation, knowing it will trickle down to a failure to bond. You also feel so fucking good beneath him, slick, warm, and tilting your neck so he can nuzzle your gland.

“Fuck,” he cries as his erection becomes painful and his abdomen twists. His entire being is screaming to do it. Just do it.

But he doesn’t. He flips you on your back, hauling you up by your legs. He moves pillows from the nest beneath you, and holds your hips as he enters you with a hiss. Metal touches your breast as he cups and rolls. It feels so fucking good, but he’s not close enough.

Bucky licks up your body as he presses the planes of his front to yours. You tangle your hand in his hair as he gives a particularly deep thrust and tangles his tongue with yours.

“Pretty Omega, perfect Omega. Cum for me, atta girl, yeah, yes.” Bucky praises and chases your release with his own. The harder you tug at his scalp and allow him to fold your legs up, the more incensed he becomes. The picture of you, trapped beneath him, presenting, and allowing his teeth to mark you forever, blinds him out of nowhere and he fills you up, splitting you on his knot.

You cry out, cringing to him and twisting your hips to push everything to its limit. Your walls hug his knot, and he feels your centre pull every drop of seed it can from him. This should be heaven, but he swaddles you close to him knowing you’ll be crushed he hasn’t marked you.

—

 

“Bucky?” You crow as the fifth day of your Heat starts, practically over with. He tucks you beneath his chin, scenting your hairline.

Your fingers trace a few places he has needed to clot with powder, bruised and a little discoloured from the powder. When your fingers brush your gland, he feels his heart break. It’s clear he has hurt you, deeply.

“Why? No! Alpha, why wouldn’t you bond with me?” You cry and pull away from him, but he catches your hand as you push at his shoulders.

“C’mere,” he coos. “Omega, please. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, sorry.”

Your shoulders shake as your hands stroke both of your unbroken glands. The silvery skin still looks ever-enticing, but not nearly the same as when he was in Rut. He imagines, just for one moment, his bite there, and holding you like this in a nesting egg. It only breaks him further.

“Why? Why court and put us both through all of this just to deny me?” You sob but welcome his embrace as he tries to comfort you. The way your voice shakes makes him feel guilty, but he had been protecting you.

He never got to make you purr during sex, and he never marked you. But it was so hard to keep you through your heat without bonding. All he felt was love, need, and that alien desire to be connected in a way unlike any other. Of course, he wanted to bond, but he saw how much life you have and how much care you can offer. He has none.

“I’m not leavin’. I’m not. But I need you to think, for a while, about what bondin’ really means, with me. If you want, we can do it, if Bruce thinks you can have donor pups. Or surrogate.” His mouth feels numb as the words pass his lips. He wants pups. Pups with you, who always took care of he and Steve, and fed the little mice by the docks, and healed a birds leg with a stilt.

His inner Alpha riots to think your pups could ever be someone else’s, but is soothed at the idea of raising them with you. With a puff of air, he dismisses all of the images and flattens his tongue to your neck from just above you, trying to calm your distress.

The next week or two, as you come off the pain of your denied courtship, will be awful. But maybe, then, you two will speak seriously about what your bond will look like.

Notes:

I feel like I’m flipping this one but I am SO grateful for Musje5’s support and pre reads.
Think every single one of you for being here!

Chapter 12: Marking

Summary:

This one is fluffy and angsty but ends adorably.
Wonder how this will go!

You don’t feel any better as your heat fades.

Bucky spends the entire day grooming your glands, holding you close, and apologizing. He gives you a dessert and fruits, and that somewhat eases the pain as he looks after you with affection. It hurts your heart when he sees to your bruised and healing bites, but your scents are not mixed and your bond is left incomplete.

“Steve is picking you up in the morning.” It feels like ice water poured over you. You’re not staying? Bucky doesn’t want you here, that’s why he didn’t bond you. He used you for his knot and now he will disappear forever. Again.

Your face crumples as you cover it with your hands. Surely, your scent is distraught and broken. Bucky growls lowly, trying to ease the sadness, but even that doesn’t work. You continue sobbing, knowing he has been lost to you too many times.

“I’ll come back. I swore I wouldn’t leave. But you need to get checked, and to talk to Bruce about what can be done for us. I… I’m afraid that your bite won’t change my scent and that because I am dead, I won’t bond.” It would create a vacant bond end. A painful, empty feeling permanently binding you to the void of a lost partner, even if he is physically present as a vampire.

“Let me come back!” You argue with him. Surviving losing him again would be too much. The two of you have courted, but you haven’t honestly discussed what happened with him, or how it affects you.

“I have to find a proper den. If… if you want to bond, or have surrogate pups, I need a den. But, Doll, we need a pack. Having pups alone is hard and tiring and we need to feel safe, to do it. If we are stressed or hiding, you won’t be able to carry.” He gently plays with your hair, something he used to do when you were young kids, because he liked the styles you chose.

“Let me stay. You can’t send me away straight off my Heat, it’ll hurt. I can call Bruce, or go for testing. I can’t go, Bucky!” You murmur the last part, but it’s sharp.

“Okay, but we can’t risk being found. I don’t want to hurt you, any more than I have. But I can’t protect you, if Hydra finds me.” Bucky traces your gland with his thumb, but you fall silent and frown.

Your scent is completely awry. It’s bitter, hurt, and stinks. It would be embarrassing, but it’s his own fault. Your heart is aching.

 

—

 

“I made you your favourite. And I… I got you chocolates from England, like the ones you snuck us in the war.” Bucky tries desperately to have you eat or drink after three days.

You can’t. Everything feels wrong, itchy, achy, and repulsive. But after days, your hormones are evening out and the hurt is outweighed by general hunger. Maybe just a taste…

“How can you cook this well? Can you still taste regular food?” You try to distract his prying eyes as you eat quickly and passionately.

“I can taste everything. The receptors, or something, must just be different for blood. But I strangely don’t crave solid food, at all.” Bucky swallows when you look at him with curiosity. He doesn’t like to remember you’re so different.

There is a painfully loud knock, startling you from the first conversation you’ve had together in days. Bucky doesn’t seem panicked, which makes you painfully aware that Steve or Bruce are at the door.

You hear Bucky ask Steve inside, and you burst into tears. He said he wouldn’t force you home! He promised he wouldn’t make you go back to the tower for pitiful glances and the public knowledge that your Alpha denied you after courtship.

“Hey, Sweetheart. No cryin’. He’s just checkin’ on ya. Your bites…. Some of ‘em don’t look so good. I wanna make sure my Omega is alright.” Bucky crouches beside you, letting you lean and sob on his shoulder, as your heart races.

“These are bad, Buck. You alright if I show Cho?” Steve catches your eye and almost looks pale.

Right. Distress makes you heal slower, and negates healing salve. Given that Bucky had been hungry once or twice, he hardly had any healing properties for a few bites.

You survey yourself, finally able to really notice anything other than the fact your gland is in tact. Bucky had even insisted on you not presenting, because his fangs are too strong for a gland cover. That pang of rejection pierces you again.

Your neck is colourful on both sides, and there’s a bit just below the edge of your top, over your breast, that spread a purple spiderweb up toward your collar. It is the most painful, and most embarrassing to show Steve.

Steve was a painfully shy boy, and it was very hard to see him as a man. It was even harder to imagine him thinking about you in heat with his best friend, turned vampire, being badly bitten and not properly healed. That knowledge likely wounds your Alpha, too.

Bucky nods, head bowed submissively. Wow. He must feel painfully guilty if he’s ready to show that behaviour to Steve.

“Hi, Stevie.” You smile submissively when he inspects you, lightly touching your neck and collar.

“Hey, you. We were all worried when you didn’t come home.” He checks your other little marks, and looks you over for non-heat related injuries.

Your pack leader would be doing this, if there were concerns. But you don’t have one. Every day since Bucky ‘died’ you had a black hole inside, but having Steve look you over for injuries, makes you sad, too.

“You’d make a good pack leader,” Bucky says quietly, as he watches Steve check a variety of glands with tenderness. He wants to be close to Steve, again. Any time they’re close, you see him trying.

“Soon enough.” Steve leaves it at that, but you assume it has to do with Tony. They’re at odds, a lot, for people who share a pack. Sometimes it’s a sign one needs to move on, but sometimes it culminates in a lot of disagreements and fights.

The air in the room vacates, as you feel Steve very tentatively move his fingers up your neck, toward a sensitive gland at the nape. It’s one that if bitten, would make it nearly impossible for you to move, shout, or decline an Alpha. It removes your ability to consent, express yourself, or anything else.

Some people enjoy it. It can be a forbidden “kink” but it leaves large marks, as it bruises in places not accessible to the healing salve. It’s extremely taboo, and Steve’s slow approach to checking on it put Bucky on edge, seeing it as an accusation. He growls lowly, but allows Steve to look and feel.

There’s no damage, and Steve sighs relief. You shake your head when Steve double checks with you. Bucky then returns to your side, sitting carefully and stroking his thumb over your wrist gland apologetically.

Steve’s comm goes, and he opens the door to allow Cho in. You can’t even recall what it looks like outside, you’d been so anxious over Bucky and just starting your heat. But it looks like a warm, bright, day.

“Hi.” She waves, politely, and Bucky’s scent turns a little off at the edges. He’s worried about the news she brings. You know she will have more information on whether he can bond, and whether pups are an option.

“Hi, Cho. Any news?” You rip off the bandaid. Neither of the Alphas were going to ask, and you couldn’t stand the apprehension. It might also keep her from giving that look of concern when she sees the marks on you.

“Some. Would you like a privacy screen for your exam?” She kindly asks. You nod, shyly, knowing you have another bite on your hip that is swollen, and she needs access to the one over your breast.

Steve immediately steps into the bathroom, but doesn’t close the door. He wants Bucky to go, too. Though it’s considered normal for an Alpha to attend, with their Omega’s consent, he understands that you may have things to tell or ask Cho, that may be easier with privacy.

Honestly, none of them hurt. Sometimes they sting, if you touch them too much, but Bucky was doing all he could to soothe the wounds, and treat you softly. He tried to groom them, when he had some healing salve back, but it didn’t work since the bruising was apparent.

“He didn’t bond me,” you whimper when she starts to look at your mating glands.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. He was probably trying to take care of you. No rut in 80 years, and a vampire gene, it must have been a lot. The good news is, things should relax, and if you two do bond, he should turn into a warm, snuggly Alpha.” Cho smiles when you do. You didn’t mind a rough, passionate first Heat. It made you feel wanted.

But you know Alphas can be extremely soft and loving during Heats, too. And you can’t help but wonder if Bucky would be like that.

“Really?”

“Well, he might get hungry or need a few extra tools to help you two. But I have no reason to think you two won’t bond, after some experiments I did.” Cho relaxes as you start to giggle hopefully.

“What about… pups?” You tell yourself to prepare for the worst case scenario.

“There are multiple factors to consider, so I’m still not certain. You’d probably have to be entered into a pack, and your stress levels have to be low, just like any Omega. But my main concern is Bucky… he’s not alive, himself. I’m not sure how a vampire gene would affect a fetus, and there are very few records. In all the live births, the female was a vampire who was turned after impregnation, and all were Betas.” She keeps her face and tone even, as she looks over your final marks.

So, no. That’s all you hear.

“Could we use a donor?” You know it’s complicated, but lots of people have done it.

“You’d have to have a pack mate donate. Usually, a pack leader or someone close to the Alpha, so the scent doesn’t deter him or set him off. Then, you would both have an isolation period where pack member scents are in the room, but you stay fully scented by your Alpha.” Cho recites everything like she knew you’d ask.

“So… we would need a pack?”

“Yes, and not external stressors. A very sturdy bond, a great pack, lots of space, and an Alpha who will take very good care of you when you nest down.” She smiles, knowing that despite your current state, Bucky does love you and care.

She puts away her kit and helps you stand up. You feel fine, just despondent at the way Bucky refused you.

“Why do you think Bucky and I can bond, if he’s not properly alive?” You don’t see how that works. He needs to have his chemistry changed by your bite, just like you need his.

Bucky and Steve emerge from the smaller space, and you welcome his embrace. He almost seems jovial, in comparison to his regular demeanour. Likely due to the fact you aren’t icing him out any longer.

“Did you talk to him?” Cho quirks the corner of her mouth upright as Steve observes him being soft.

“Yeah. You?” He tips his head toward you. Both you and Bucky stop and look at each other.

“Buck, I think you should tell her. Cho has what she needs and what Bruce requested, and your blockers are here. If you run short on feed, you have to come to the tower.” Steve seems a little surprised when Bucky hugs him. They make you think of when you were all younger, and you feel so sore inside.

You hug Steve, too, and tell him you miss him. Through all your temperamental fits, he has always been kind and true to you. And he helped a lot with the grief of losing Bucky.

When they leave, you feel the twist of your gut. Does he have bad news?

“Sit, Love. Remember when we were in the hospital tent?” He holds your hands, stroking your glands and watching your curious look.

“I had a few injuries from the capture. You nursed me up, got me runnin’. There was a… a moment.” Bucky tries to explain, awkwardly.

A moment. You thought only you experienced it, but he must have, too. His bare chest had been beneath your fingers. His left hand cupped your face, and you stared at his icy blue eyes like you could live in them.

It was the moment your heart beat only for his scent, and your lungs filled only for his presence. You always considered it the moment you changed from a girlhood longing to a woman in love, even if he didn’t feel the same.

“I’d thought you were just this Omega who made me feel better every time I was in pain, or lonely, or sad. Of course, I had feelings for you, but I always remembered the way the young girls were when their men didn’t come home. How Steve’s parents were, when their bond broke ‘cause he died.” Bucky gets close to you, a little jittery. You fall mute, entranced by his perspective.

“I fell in love,” he continues. “Just… fell right then. It changed to… this consuming, soft feeling, even after the scariest days of my life. I just felt like we would be safe and together.”

You nod, certain you felt the same.

“Why?” The experience was unique, and you remember suddenly having a deeper connection.

“My gland was wounded, when they restrained me and gave me the vampire blood. They gave it in my left gland, which damaged it and I guess was supposed to start making me less of an Alpha. But my response to your scent somehow bound us. It was scarred, and I just thought the damage made me sensitive and distorted. But I bound to you… you healed me, and took care of me, and loved me. Maybe it was somethin’ they did, but I was bound to you, before I died.” Bucky blinks rapidly as tears build.

He was yours.

That’s why you could hardly bare to function without him. That’s why you rejected a pack, and felt sick after being touched. You hadn’t finished binding, and he was gone. An unfinished bond was very disorienting and often sent people into isolation or to find their partner.

“I loved you, too. What does this mean?” You hold his face, like he holds every answer in the world.

“Cho and Banner think it means we could mate, if I mark you next Heat. Still need a donor, for pups. But we could bond.” He eyes you hopefully.

“Yes! Oh, Bucky, yes!” You rejoice and hug him, absolutely astounded at the news.

There’s so much more to wonder, to know, and to get lost in. But you’ll take this win as a win.

Notes:

I really do live for comments.

Thank you to anyone who is still here as the real fun begins. Thank you Musje5 for pre reading and hyping me up.

Have a wonderful weekend everyone! And I’m so glad you’re here.

Chapter 13: Sweet Heat

Summary:

Ok this one is less feral. VERY exciting things are coming!

Bucky knows you’re still upset he declined you. That’s fair… but he hurts when you don’t accept his offerings.

Though he promised you two should be able to bond, you can’t help your natural response to rejection. He should have said something, but he had been worried about ruining your first accompanied Heat.

You hadn’t gone on your suppressants, and he knows it’s because you hope to Heat again and bond properly. He takes a half dose of blockers, hopeful they will take his edge off any future Rut. With any luck, stuck together in a tight space and emotions running high, an additional Heat could come quickly.

It was long recommended for any Alpha or Omega struggling to cycle to remain isolated and constantly around the other’s scent. You spritz everything with his cologne whenever he went to get food for either of you. He continues to try encouraging you gently to accept him back.

Sometimes, he wakes with you snuggled right in, nose buried at his gland, leg hooked around his, and he feels the happiest he ever has. But he will say or do something that seems to remind you, he rejected you, and you grow sullen again. He really wants to do better, he’s just not sure how. All the promises in the world can’t heal that, to you.

Bucky nuzzles gently, at your gland. He inhales your increasingly sweet scent, wondering how it will feel to do such a thing without the worry of Hydra or vampires.

“Mmmmmm.” You stretch and crane your neck, giving him a lungful of early Heat scent. It’s only been a month, but your scent and pheromones have been absolutely everywhere and all you breathe is your Alpha’s.

God, he loves you. His fingers stroke your side, enjoying the ripple of your muscle as it responds. You’re warm. He grooms your gland, enjoying your little sighs and the stretch of your neck.

“Little Omega… do you still wish to bond?” Bucky feels his heart leap to his throat. You mewl, overcome by the suggestion. “Wanna belong to your Alpha? And I’ll belong to you?”

You cry out, as his tongue drags over your sensitive gland. He feels his mouth water, filled with your delicious scent. When you twist to return the favour, your lips find the marred, ugly flesh where his gland once was. The one that had been injected, experimented on, and eventually bound to you.

It had always screamed like static. It had burned until he tore it open, and made his heart ache. They’d ripped it out when it became his tether to himself, his heart, his love, his joy. His humanity.

No bonded Alpha made it through the vampirism. Bucky doesn’t know if it was because Hydra didn’t want them, too hard to brainwash, or if it was part of why there were no natural alpha vampires.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. You nuzzle beneath his jaw, apologetically.

“Make me yours.” You hardly finish before Bucky is kissing you hungrily. His teeth mark your lips, his throat rumbles with a possessive sound. Both of you feel five degrees warmer at the suggestion.

Bucky used to use toys, when he was young and insatiable and the world was falling apart. Everyone was on blockers and suppressants, but with emotions running high and shortages at times, breakthrough cycles were common. He hasn’t knotted anyone but you, since.

He doesn’t want to hurt you, again. If he has a Rut to match, he wants to mark you. Seeing you so despondent in his nest has been painful.

“How, Love? How would you like to be mine?” Bucky kisses you harshly as a thrill goes through his body. He can feel every cell in his body start to dance.

“Fangs. Need your bite.” You shiver as he skims his fangs all down your neck, stopping just short of your gland. “Knot. Want that, too.”

Bucky feels dizzy as he grooms your gland, soothing the overwhelmingly sensitive tissue. He feels the tug in his belly, as his cock hardens, and knows he’s not far behind for rut. It’s much less terrifying and painful, when he has you, so his vampire side becomes muted rather than feeling attacked.

“My Omega. Like the sounda that.” Bucky drinks down your sweet scent, and the runaway droplets.

You erupt in a purr, and suddenly his world feels whole. He nibbles softly, up and down your skin, before kissing you as he rolls you back. When your purr is louder, he feels the overwhelming bliss and love that pushes him to purr, too.

“Baby, I love you.” The words feel like he’s never experienced the last several decades. Everything flickers to that moment in the tent, and he wishes he said it then. Maybe he could have stayed with you and Steve. It wouldn’t take eighty years to regain his memory.

Slipping the head of his erection between your folds, he hears your breath catch as he splits you open. Everything is incredible, and sharp, but everything outside of you two is blurry. Love fills his lungs and yours, warm skin alight and hopeful.

“I love you, Bucky.” Your hand cups his face as you stretch for a kiss as he presses inside. There’s a knit in your brow, as you accept his size, and feel yourself gush around him. The slick helps with the stretch and fullness, and you moan as he sinks as deep as he can.

It’s not raw and powerful and dominating, like last Rut. Now, he thinks of the angry marks he left and the explosive taste of your blood when he was hungry. He doesn’t want that- you deserve to be cherished while he bonds you. To be purring, and filled with affection.

Bucky slowly rolls his hips, enjoying the way your breathe catches in your throat as he presses deeper, feeling how far your depths are for him, and sensing just when your body covers the space where his knot will pop.

Head falling to yours, he almost passes out. If he weren’t dead long before this, he would assume he found Heaven. The feeling of you tight, around him, makes his Alpha overwhelmed.

Your scent is desperate and he feels you unearth yourself from beneath him. This has to be it. Everything feels right, safe, and perfect.

Bucky watches as you shift over, and he covers your body with his. Both arms are around your middle, so he rests on his shoulder to keep his weight off you.

“My Omega wants to be mounted?” He grumbles lowly. You both feel the urge, the pull. You whine and lift your hips up, eager for more of his weight and touch.

“Bite, Alpha. Bucky. Please.” You sigh when he rests his chest against your shoulder blades, nuzzling sweetly at your inflamed and oversensitive gland.

“Be my mate?” Bucky teases by cupping your breasts, grooming your gland, and shifting his core to be just — just! — brushing against yours. You purr louder, plumes of fresh baking and spice filling his lungs.

This angle, as he pushes in, is beyond bliss. Every instinct sings in his brain and belly. You wrap your hand around his, clenching around every part of him. The purr fades until he is as deep as he can go, and he ruts so his tip kisses your cervix.

Bucky growls when you whine, and plucks your nipple with just enough force it borders between pain and pleasure. The impossible pleasure and teasing makes you weak in his arms. He’s oddly pleased to think he’s taking care of his omega.

“Give ya pups…”

There it is. You purr like a new mother or bride. Bucky feels his knot swell just knowing it’s you, here. It feels like you were always meant to be.

“Oh, gods, Alpha, need it all. Dreamed of your pups.” You flush everywhere as you admit that to him, which only spurs him to be tender, but rut deeper, deeper, deeper.

You’re purring, the ultimate sign of comfort and love. Bucky has a low rumble in his chest as he feels himself beg to bite you, fill you, and hold you. He finds himself lapping at your gland as you stretch your neck for him.

When this was talked about in his childhood, he expected so much different. He thought he would be feral and wild, sinking teeth into a gland in some intense high, figuring out the rest much later. But it’s you.

Your body becomes his, your pleasure ignites his, your purr matches the vibrations of his chest and throat, and he nips your gland gently, before feeling his fangs come down. Burying himself inside you, at an angle nature begged him to, he listens to your weeps of pleasure.

Bucky’s knot swell and catch, and he shortens his thrusts, until he fills you with ropes of hot cum. You stretch further against his nose and tongue, practically singing and writhing when he gently parts your skin with his teeth.

He drinks the warm, fragrant blood that tastes like childhood memory and baked goods. There’s not much, and his throat is tight as it fills with a healing salve. It’s enough to make sure he seals your wound.

Bucky sucks at the spot, feeling you quivering beneath him as he locks deep within you. You don’t complain as his weight squishes you into the mattress, you’re too dizzy with desire from him grooming your gland.

More spurts enter your womb, and you roll your hips back to him harder and harder.

He chokes on overwhelmed groans. A purr and a bond… it’s all making his vision go white. It’s more than most can ever imagine.

“Beautiful. Stunning, Omega. My Omega.” He feels himself filling you more, as praise falls softly from his lips.

His Omega. You are his, to love and praise and fuck and breed and cherish and hold. He stretches all down the length of your body, feeling every heartbeat, breath, and purr vibration beneath him as you both finally settle.

The start of a synced cycle… bonded, already. No angry bruises and marks.

He’s never felt so at home. It almost feels like he is human. His skin is warm, his heart beats. Little puffs of air move across your skin from his own lungs. It happens anyway, with the vampire blood that keeps him undead, but still.

This feels as though he could set an alarm, kiss you goodbye in the morning, plan Cycle getaways, and have pups. Your aroma cascades through him, mouth watering deliciousness pumping him up. He never wants to Rut without you, again.

This is far more pleasurable than when he had nothing to soothe his Alpha, so his conflicting designations went to war.

He finds himself, for the first time, wishing for a pack. You need one. If he can escape his coven, which is looking increasingly promising, with Hydra being disassembled, he wants to give you a pup.

Just one.

For now.

“I can feel you.” You intervene the dirty, Alpha, knot-head thoughts of how many times he could breed you. Definitely more, in a pack….

“Hmm?” He replies but feels himself soften, and fluids belonging to both of you spill to your thighs, and he feels the tingle of another cycle coming.

“I feel… everything you are. Your smell is even better, and I feel safe.” You grin and turn toward him.

The tender moment heats up quickly, as your temperature spikes and you cup his face to kiss him. The connection feeds you, and you try to follow every touch or kiss or movement that makes your bond light up.

Bucky knows you can sense everything he loves and thinks is grows excited over. The thought of your teeth marking his clean gland make him feel ablaze.

“Thank you, Alpha. I love my mark.” You say traditional words, and it makes him smile like an idiot even through the wave of need for sex.

“Precious Omega, it would be a gift to receive yours.” He can’t help but feel moved. It’s beyond a dream.

You pull him, with your thigh, and kiss him with passion. Bucky feels himself enter you, again, pleased by the little suck of air through your teeth.

The world is a haze, once more. Your hips meet his, his cock nudges your depths over and over. He doesn’t have headspace to miss the instinctive wonderful angle from the previous position.

You let him dip down to lick at your breasts, daydreaming of them being swollen. You cry out, when he feels a thrill of passion at the idea, and he nips your bud. This bonding is so completing.

Bucky teases you, kissing just near your gland, before nipping below it. Once you are begging for him, hands pinching his skin and collar red from his stubble, he nibbles at your fresh mark, again.

But your thighs tighten, and your fingers move to the slick all around your clit. When you bite his lips, and pull him close, and stroke his cock as it moves in and out, he is near death, for sure.

The hazy world around him makes him sink his fangs back into you, as you just break skin over his right side. The world splits into a thousand shards, each a version of a life with you. He feels hope, love, peace, and swear he hears children laugh.

The voice of his mother when you were kids, Steve finding him, winning a prize in boxing, singing drunkenly in the barracks. Wedding bells. It’s a mere heartbeat, as it all flashes by, but it feels like you. You. Just you.

And then, similar to when he used to have his gland. This calling, this unbreakable string that hooks through his heart, only now he knows it’s straight to yours.

Now it is connected.

His ears ring, his heart races, and a pleasure beyond all sense rocks through him as he curls your body tight around him. This is it. Decades apart, and still meant to be.

—

Between cycles, he just kisses you. It feels like he may never offer enough appreciation to the world for bringing you back to him.

The two of you laugh at childhood stories, and tell long-kept secrets of your admiration for each other. It’s sweet, and silly, and he wishes he could tell his past self.

When you’re too incoherent with Heat, he teases you with fresh fruit and candies. You do need an Alpha coaxing to eat, or rest.

At one point, he spills chocolate syrup over himself so you will lap at it as he fucks you. He feeds you as you both lay on your sides, knotted. And when you cuddle close to him, listening to when he thought you were pretty in school, or how he was at fault when your ex got roughed up, you seem so beautiful.

Eventually, you simmer down and even catch a nap, but he rubs your back, and braids your hair, and helps you.

You build off each other, sensing everything even in your sleep.

The two of you purr and nuzzle, simply scenting each other over and over. Bucky watches you curl in front of him, and preens at the opportunity to protectively wrap you in his arms and body. It makes him the happiest has been for a long time.

He plucks at the bond between you, sending little sensations of love and romance. Your purr rumbles louder as he tightens his arms and grooms your gland. When you’re all tuckered out, he closes his eyes and breathes in your mixed scent.

He imagines what your pup could have smelled like, had there been no war, no vampirism, and no hesitation on his part. Instead of regret, he pictures the scene and allows emotion to flow freely to you.

“I would have loved you, no matter what. In every universe.” He kisses your hair, and lets the post-Rut slumber claim him.

Notes:

Thank you all ❤️ thank you Musje5 for pre reading and encouraging me.

I do survive off comments and kudos and bookmarks 😊

Chapter 14: Constant

Summary:

What happens in the few months after bonding?

But when the cycle ends, Bucky watches the flicker of sadness as you probe the bond. No baby.

He knows it won’t happen. It’s been discussed and tested, but also unlikely in a stressed state or without a pack. So he takes a deep breath…

“I’m taking you to the tower.”

 

—

 

Steve welcomes you both, but you notice a very tense response from Tony.

It’s not unfair. You haven’t, honestly, let go of Howard’s death, either. Bucky has tried to bring it up, but you remain unwilling to discuss it.

“Thank you for letting us be part of your pack.” You speak softly and warmly to Tony, who used to be quite close with you. He’d liked that you were close with his father, but weren’t competition.

Howard had been fun, charming, and a good friend. Bucky never would have hurt him, barring Howard didn’t cheat on you or betray you in some way. It feels impossible, when you replay the sound and the video in your head.

“You’re not. You are here as guests until Steve decides to start his own pack. Then, I’m splitting off.” Tony dryly responds, before giving you the cold shoulder.

Bucky must sense the devastation inside of you. Tony had been the only one who really tried to keep you in the pack, when Steve arrived. They’d butted heads, but Tony liked you and wanted you around.

You’d always known you were just some strange reminder, but you’d hoped to be real friends. Apparently, that was out the door.

“I’m sorry about Howard, I am. He was wonderful, and so—”

“This has nothing to do with him!” Tony snaps harshly, and you feel like it is a punch to the gut.

If it’s not about him… it must be about his mother. An innocent third party to it all. Tony’s only protector, who never judged him nor rejected him, especially in Steve’s name.

Bucky brushes his chin over your head, trying to calm you. Steve watches you softly, likely knowing from experience how you feel right now.

“Don’t!” Tony snaps again, when you open your mouth. “Neither of you.”

You focus on your breathing as your eyes sting and your throat closes up. You feel Bucky’s sorrow and regret. He must be reliving the moment in his mind.

“He’s not here, normally. He’s been away with Pepper and their pup.” Steve tries to help you both relax. “They came back because he needed to do a mission debrief and then fly out.”

You nod, still choked up.

But little feet scramble into the kitchen, a nearly silent mischievous giggle coming with. A kit. She’s maybe two, brown locks tangled and awry.

You feel a surge of every emotion, frayed to twine with Bucky’s. He feels the Alpha insistence to greet the pup, and you feel a sad fracture that you can’t have one.

“Morgan, where’s Daddy? You shouldn’t run from your Sire.” Steve stands to collect the child, who bolts around the table to evade him.

She squeals, dodging Steve before climbing into your lap for protection. When you smile at her, she grins back. Just as Steve’s hand swoops toward her, she shrieks gleefully again, squirming into Bucky’s lap.

Everyone stops, watching the pup pick up a new Alpha scent. She responds instinctively, trying to appease the Alpha and be accepted, which stems from requiring protection and inclusion if ever alone.

Morgan hooks her tiny arms over his neck, settling to sit leaning into his chest.

He very hesitantly stretches to nuzzle her beneath his chin. He puffs short, anxious breaths. You wonder if he has welcomed any pups since the 40s.

Morgan giggles, watching him like a glowing Angel. Bucky is so soft, so human. He half smiles, poking her nose so she scrunches her nose.

It’s a big deal when an Alpha can interact with a pup so well so quickly. It’s tradition to make all pups aware of who is in their pack, or who is safe, or who will protect them, any time they’re in a space.

Steve moves to pick her up, but it’s too late.

“BARNES!” The pack leader roars. “Unhand my pup, or I’ll dismember you!”

You jump out of your skin, the peaceful moment over. Tony is practically aflame, eyes like a shark.

Bucky lets Steve take Morgan. He raises both hands, but exhibits no submissive behaviour beyond it. A threat is a threat, and Bucky doesn’t want to let Tony think he could win that fight.

You stand between them, hoping Tony isn’t willing to go through both you and Steve to take out his anger and anguish.

“We were friends,” he snarls. “And you abandoned that, only to return sniffing after some murderous vampire like a pathetic mutt.”

You’re wounded by his words. Was that how he saw you? All of it?

“Tony, you’re gonna cause a brawl. Take Morgan, go to your cabin, and we can sort this out when there’s less tension.” Steve knows it’s the wrong move when Tony’s pointed gaze turns to him.

“This is my pack. My tower. Maybe you three should leave, and form your own pack. Traitors.” Tony bites each word, but does take his pups hand and guide her away.

Steve works his jaw, trying to keep things under control.

“If we aren’t welcome, we will go. But she needs a pack, so I’m trying my best.” Bucky squeezes your hand, and your heart aches.

He really wants you to be able to have a pup. It surprised you when he brought up the memories of you as a younger girl, fawning over babies. You’d even tried to adopt a baby girl after her father passed away at war, and the woman passed in childbirth. She had been your friend, in school.

Thankfully, she had family of her own to step in. But that event never left his mind, seeing you hold a pup, wondering if you could have her.

You remember a teenaged Bucky, racing around with the Boyscouts. He was so carefree, and tried to inspire the children to be children, because the world was frightening. You loved him so much.

When he called all the boys from your neighbourhood and donated them his own toys from boyhood, it was as if he saved the world. You had wanted him to ask you to court, that night. He’d even almost kissed you. But then he withdrew entirely.

“You could start your own pack, and meet people. Or we can keep working on this one. Tony may split off, but at least, he doesn’t want to lead now that they’re trying for another pup. It’s too much stress for Pepper.” Steve tries to remain detached, but you know he wants you here.

“If… if we want a pup, she needs a donor.” Bucky boldly admits. It’s not unexpected, with your circumstances, but you know it’s a big ask.

“We need to sort out pack dynamics. If I’m a pack leader, and things go well, I will help any way I can. As long as you are both comfortable.” Steve avoids your eyes. That’s a big promise.

“So, can we stay here?” You change the subject before you get sucked back in to the black hole.

“Yes. The pack has events on Fridays if there are no missions, and you’ll have to attend so they can see if they’ll accept you.” Steve shows a tablet full of events, mission dates, and more.

You’d rejected Steve at every turn, when you were around the pack. It had taken a long time for you to come to terms with the fact you blamed him for losing Bucky.

Tony liked you because you were the only one who didn’t idolize Steve for being Cap, and saw him as a human. You loved your friend, but you didn’t instantly agree with him, and fawn over him.

It wasn’t because you didn’t love him, or remember every time he got in some fight because of what was right. It was because he let the Alpha you’d always loved in your heart, fall from the train.

Of course, that wasn’t Steve’s fault. You’ve had long heart to hearts over this. He felt doubly guilty because you went down in the plane with him, shortly after.

But you’re not very certain his pack will let you back in. Especially when you are now attached to a vampire, who killed Tony’s parents.

 

—

 

Cho and Bruce think you’ll need a few months to settle in. It leaves Bucky uncomfortable, but determined.

Every Friday, you try to look presentable and attend pack activities. The first time Bucky meets pups, everyone’s a little edgy. Clint frowns deeply as he observes his children greeting the exciting new pack member.

Bucky slowly, gently, swipes his thumbs over their wrists. When they nod their comfort, he waves them goodbye. The whelp Nathaniel us too small for simple greetings, and Bucky is meant to tuck him under his chin.

Clint grumbles when Bucky takes too long to greet, taking it as a rejection. But Nathaniel reaches with his tiny palm and touches Bucky’s face where his stubble is overgrown. Bucky rubs his chin over the pup, then playfully dips him until the boy smiles.

You know, when everyone looks at you, that your scent is pleading and a little envious. But until you have the support you need, you aren’t seriously aiming for a pup. You need a new job, since locking yourself away with Bucky has resulted in a severe lack of employment.

—

 

Your first Heat at the Compound, you groan as you wake. Bucky has been sticking to a strict, strong, blocker regimen. The pack isn’t ready for a vampire rut.

The tight band in your middle makes you feel a little sick, and painful. Bucky laves at your gland, hands cupping your sore breasts. You whine as he massages the flesh, gently pebbling your peaks before curling over to suck there.

“Please don’t drag me to ISO,” you beg. It’s so lonely, and the nests don’t smell natural.

When you last had to be in isolation, for a heat space, there were spray bottles of different scents and pheromones. They’d made you gag, smelling so artificial. The blankets and pillows and fabrics were sterile and cold.

All you want, is the warmth of your Alpha. Of course… you also want an incredible amount of sex. But mostly, a true nest.

Bucky smiles, tucking your sweat-sticked hair back.

“No ISO. But I have a surprise.” He takes you to the spare room you’d been neglecting. It made you think of pups, and you had far too much anxiety about the pack, your new job, Bucky’s vampire tendencies, and cycles. So you ignored it.

Instead of boxes and bags strewn about, the walls had been painted a soft pink and blue. A brightly coloured, beautifully textured, nesting cove is in the middle. A real nest.

It’s enclosed, meant to help you feel safe and protected, and fill the space with scent. It’s lowered into the floor, making it beautiful to think of ways to use. This is a serious offering from your Alpha.

“Bucky…” you seem to pause your Heat as your mind races.

“Our room is fully prepped, and away from general quarters since I’m a vamp. I’ll take care of you, here.” He kisses you, tongue wrestling with yours as you warm against him.

 

—

 

Your job makes you feel independent again. It’s nice to have a routine, and think about something other than pups, acceptance, and vampire blood.

Natasha has accepted you both into the pack, while trying to maintain her place with Tony. Many are torn between Tony and Steve, with a rift that makes everyone curious if the pack will split off. It’s a large enough pack, that naturally, it would be bound to split soon, but maybe with less contention.

“Barnes.”

You turn to see Stark, himself, standing by your office.

“I’m not married.”

“You are more than married. But I didn’t come here to argue, I came here to tell you the packs are sub splitting.” Tony tries to remain cool and distant, but when you stare at him with heartbreak, he takes a breath.

You don’t want him to feel like you have to be separate. Maybe… maybe your bond was a mistake. It’s pushing everyone else away.

The crashes of upset, loneliness, and abandonment pull you under. You are rendered breathless, hurt, and angry. Tony is holding you, gently, as you watch him through vacant eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t have a panic attack. I’m staying in the building, and our packs will still support each other. Hey—” Tony gently tips your chin to him. “It’s a sub split. I knew I couldn’t formally accept Barnes, and I’m the pack lead. We decided to sub split, so the tension would end, and you could have a pack with your mate.”

You shake your head, disbelieving. That was a truly selfless thing for him to do- he could have run Bucky off at any time. He was doing it because he cares for you.

“Besides, there’s some Vampire Activism group who has got staff donating a small amount each, to keep Barnes fed. He is in good grace, right now, and I don’t want you to run off.” Tony tries to put a little bit of pep back into his voice.

It startles you when the door to your office slams open, and a worry stricken Vampire storms in.

A loud hiss makes coworkers stand, and spin, to see what is happening. Bucky’s eyes are black, but he mostly seems scared. You can’t speak, too startled by the rapid fire of everything.

“Barnes, she’s fine. I came to tell her you two can stay—”

Bucky crashes Tony into the wall, left hand around his neck. Tony rolls his eyes, stifling any cringe or groan at the pain. You fumble to try pushing waves of calm toward Bucky, but you’re not very attuned to how this works, yet.

“I’m okay! He said he’s splitting off. It scared me and made me think the pack would hate us. Bucky, it’s alright.” You are frightened by his rigid stance and dark eyes. The plethora of emotions rolling off of him make you sick.

“Splitting or sub splitting?” Bucky knows it’ll break your heart if Tony and some of the pack entirely break off. Stressing you out will only hurt your chances further.

“You two,” Tony shoves Bucky away, “need a pack leader who can be a donor. I’m not willing to do that. I’m sorry, kid, I want the best for you, but my history with Barnes…”

You nod, a thread of hope and sadness tugging through your heart. It would never work. Tony knew that, but wants you to be able to have pups when you’re ready.

“As much as I hold a grudge about my parents, I won’t be the reason you two can’t have pups. I love my daughter, and you shouldn’t be punished for your mate.” Tony adjusts his shirt, and glowers at Bucky.

That’s as selfless as you could really expect Tony to be. Maybe even more than you’d expect.

“Steve will be our pack leader?” Bucky quietly asks.

Your chest is glowing, you swear it. Steve being your pack leader would be the best case scenario for a donor… if he is willing. He’s close with Bucky and with you.

“Yes. And the rest of us will still be in the same quarters, just a separate pack order. So there’s minimal stress, just a shift. Now, I’ve got work to do, no need for all the thanks.” Tony starts to walk away.

“Tony!” You call before crashing into him. It’s been so, so, long since he has been your friend. You hug him tight, anyway. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. But he owes me one.” Tony points to Bucky, and you laugh through a few tears.

Notes:

Who can guess what happens regarding pack acceptance now?
Will Reader need to use Steve as a donor so she can give Bucky pups?

I’m very very excited to reveal.

Chapter 15: Will they or

Summary:

Lemme know what you wanna see

“You’re so beautiful,” Bucky whispers in the pale light of morning.

“You can’t see me.” You smile as his arm wraps you closer to him, tracing patterns on your skin.

“You’re gorgeous all the time. Your energy… your laugh. The way you breathe when you’re trying not to be awake but are.” Bucky noses at your mating gland, practically suffocating on anything that doesn’t scent of you.

“I’m nervous,” you murmur as he flattens his tongue to your neck and shoulder.

“It’s alright. I’m here, however this shakes out. Just wish I weren’t a Vamp.” Bucky sighs, and you feel his sadness in the bond which has brought you closer.

“Bucky, I know you wanted pups of your own. And I know you have missed out on so much.” You fiddle with the metal ridges on his arm, still wondering a few things about him.

He wants to share more, but it is locked away. His mind was messed with via the blood, the torture, the brainwashing, and his own transformation.

“I remember dying,” he finally admits.

You control your breathing and don’t move, as if it would spook him if you do. He doesn’t want you to feel that way. The two of you should be able to share freely.

“I remember how fast I hit the ground. It felt like forever, and it felt like no time at all. I… I begged for death, it all hurt so much.” Bucky swallows, then licks his lips like maybe the dryness is why he can’t get the words out.

“I was delirious, but I wished I could have said goodbye. I should have thought about Steve, but I didn’t. Couldn’t think of anything, ‘cept, leavin’ you behind. Wishin’ I didn’t hurt ya by leavin’.” Bucky chews the inside of his cheek, steadying his breath and trying to wipe the memory away.

“I never felt like you abandoned me. We were at war. But of course, I was shattered to hear you fell. I had no idea what happened, or I would have killed them all myself.” You are kidding, he knows that.

But he simply observes you, no laughter in the air.

“What made them decide it was your gland? Or your Alpha-hood, or whatever? Why did they risk everything they’d ‘created’ to remove your gland?”

Bucky has been debating what to tell you, when you inevitably asked. The pack joining is today, and though it’s nothing like decades ago, he has been expecting more curiosity from you as the tradition approaches. Steve wants to officially accept both of you, as you would have back then.

“I remembered people and things, while being changed. Nobody else did, they immediately fell to the vampirism. That’s why I needed the program… and they didn’t. But they did it over and over, and I would ask for you.” Bucky sighs, eyes lost to space.

“I cried for you, when they told me I died. I didn’t want you to be alone, and I knew I was changed. Steve would be okay, but you would have a hard time.”

You sniff, wrapping your arms around him and imagining his acceptance of his own death. He senses the numerous emotions you run through, settling on bittersweet love. If only he could have stayed on the train… come back to you… told you the truth.

Then, this pack wouldn’t be so unsure of him. He’s not even certain they will accept him, as they still eye him when there is tension or blood. The blood bank he has is stashed well, but they can tell when he has been off for a while.

“Buck?” You ask when he stops talking and feels his brain spinning on the wheel.

“Yeah, Doll?”

“Don’t leave the bed. I wanna scent of you, and I want to stay here and talk.” You rake your fingers through his hair, into his scalp.

“I… want that, too. But the stress means I have to feed more. If I start to stink of Vamp, they are never gonna accept me today.” He groans as he considers how far his bank is, and if it’s worth it to part from you on such a special morning.

“Would you… I… I’m not sure how to suggest this—”

“No.”

“You don’t know what I’m gonna say.” You frown.

“I’m not feeding from you. You’re my mate, not my blood bag.” He grimaces.

“You have done it, a little, in Rut. Couldn’t we make it… intimate? I don’t know! You’re a vampire, Bucky. I want to make that something special.” You seem a little hurt by his rejection.

Bucky gives you a glower you haven’t seen in ages. He hates that he’s so distorted by the fact he is dead, and knows just how to feed without leaving a mark. This act makes his conscience sick, like he is a parasite.

“It’s special already. I can hear your pulse,” he drags a nail up your jugular. “I can sense every motion of your heart… and how it picks up when I touch you. The way it stops when I say just the right thing,” his hand covers your breast. “I can tell when blood rushes south,” he strokes your centre, “or when it rises to meet me at the surface of a hickey.”

He smirks when his fangs come down, but he manages to suck a little purple mark into your skin anyway. He’s starving, but he is not a prisoner of his needs. This toying is pleasurable, and proves he has a more intimate connection to you than you think.

“Mmmm.” Your little whimper elates him.

“Little Omega, do you just want to be all mine?” He knows you are nervous about the pack acceptance.

It’s not a sure thing. But you grew impatient and scared that if they were never going to accept you, that you needed to find out sooner than later. He is even more uncertain, given his designation and history.

Many of the pack have observed you two closely, noticing the small ways you both express love. Bucky hasn’t left you marked badly, since your first heat. He finds it much easier while on Blockers and while next to you, instead of battling his Alpha and Vampire sides.

Every morning, he curls into the loveseat next to you. Every evening, he serves you your dinner plate and fondly ensures your comfort in the dining area. And every Friday, at the group events, he pours over how gorgeous you are and scents you everywhere before even heading out.

They have to know he loves you. They have to know he would never risk that.

“All yours.” You sigh and squirm to be close.

He loves that. He loves the way you immediately draw to him, any time you get tired or sore or sad or uncomfortable. Being your safety makes him feel less like a monster.

.:~Pack Ritual~:.

Bucky fumbles with his tie when he thinks of you in your traditional dress. If all goes well, you will both be scented by the pack, and you welcomed with food and gifts. If it doesn’t, he will feel guilty for the rest of his impossibly long life.

“Hey.” Sam Wilson calls to him and Bucky grumbles. He is so anxious, and this doesn’t help.

“If you’re gonna try scarin’ me off, you can go. I’ll give her a pack, somewhere. I will.” He ends speaking more to himself than to Sam.

“I’m not someone you gotta worry about. But Natasha is on the fence. She’s protective, because she can’t have pups and doesn’t want your Omega to regret it. And… we all have some questions about the vampire stuff.” Sam smirks.

“Yeah, get in line. I don’t have answers. And maybe I should have set her free, but I didn’t even know we had this. If I forget, I dunno what’ll happen.” Bucky rolls his tight shoulders, knowing his anxiety can be scented down the hall.

“You’re bonded, now. So I really hope this pack is what you want. You really gonna let Steve be the Sire for your pup?” Sam sits in the chair, watching Bucky fiddle further with his shirt collar and buttons.

“I… I’ve gotta try. They did it back in our day, but I think it’s easier, now.”

“You’ll manage, if that’s what you want. But you gotta relax, or the pack won’t wanna scent you. Just think of your bond, and your history. Think of Steve as your pack leader.” The man is clearly an army counsellor. He has been desperately trying to provide Bucky with counselling the entire time he has been here.

He huffs at the unsolicited, yet useful, advice.

The sting of his own blood stops bothering him when he considers providing for you. Building a family den… watching you be with your very own pack. Taking care of pups and of each other.

“There ya go.” Sam claps him on the shoulder. It makes him grumble again, but not so badly.

“Anyone planning on declining her?”

“No. But yknow, part of this ritual is that you want to be part of the pack. So even if everyone accepts you two, you have to accept them.” Sam eyes him.

Bucky feels that. He is a vampire, it’s in his cells. He’s not certain he will belong to a pack. The blood may not even allow him to present the correct pheromones for this ritual.

Steve knows. There are ways, if his mate is accepted by the pack and he isn’t. But it’ll hurt him deeply, anyway.

He wants to belong. A pack would be so wonderful. But a pack for you works, as long as the two of you foster your connection.

You’ll need a donor sire, called a Founder, so this won’t affect much of your relationship.

However, his hopes are up. Whether the stakes are high or not, Bucky misses being an Alpha. He finally has people around, who seem to genuinely care, even if it’s by arguing.

“Let’s go,” Sam smiles.

Chapter 16: Pack Acceptance

Summary:

Vampire and werewolf lore is popular but just gone over some finer details here

Then… will Bucky join a pack??

Flashback

—

Bucky feels famished.
His fangs are down, but he doesn’t understand why. The world is blurry and dark.

There are words surrounding him, seeming to hang in the air. Russian words. Blurs of lab coats… enemy soldiers.

“English?” Someone asks roughly as he tries to keep his heavy lids open. The person scruffs his collar and he nods loosely. “You are dead. Undead. You are our Soldat.”

No.

No, he remembers being dragged from where he fell off the train. He shouldn’t have made it- and he was in shock- but he was alive. No way did he die of shock after all that.

“Nuuuuh.” He groans, then turns aside to be sick. Nothing feels right.

“Yes.” The man voices icily.

No.

Steve.

Steve would stop them, right? Or… no. He has to save the world, the war, and you. If he knows Bucky died, he should keep going and do what’s right.

But you.

Bucky wonders if his tears are red. He doesn’t swipe at them, realizing he can never ever return to his life. He’s fucking hungry. His memories of what happened start to fade.

 

On and off, he thinks of you. Once he pulls that thread, he always starts to realize what he is doing. If there was you, there is now, this. If he was human, now he hunts.

It takes decades to put it together, since they destroy every sense of memory they can find. It’s not until he catches a whiff of rut, that he considers if you may take an Alpha. Whoever ruts, doesn’t make it, and Bucky tries to ignore the implication.

The more he sits on the thought of you moving on, the more shattered he becomes. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He should be courting you, like his Ma always told him. He should be bringing you for dinner, playfully scolding his beloved mother as she asks if he has made a cologne.

One day, you should be his bond mate and his sister should be making you bouquets to compliment your scent and mark your day. His mother should pester him for pups, and Steve should tease him about his crush when you were young.

Instead, they must figure it out. He loves you. And that won’t do, not when he should be more vampire than Alpha.

The sun should burn, teaching him to be careful and stealthy in the night. Hunger should drive him, making him precise with how he wounds and hunts, so he never spills a drop. He certainly shouldn’t remember. Vampires never remember…

He was told, as a child, that vampires were made by a virus. Like rabies, or something. To take out Alphas, it attacks their memory, their connection, and their instincts. It makes them cold, so rut brings excruciating pain when body temperature rises.

They’d been hunted, very rare and often weak. Things were more advanced now. But the vampire virus would kill an Alpha, dead, eventually, but turn a Beta.

Some people made the change for power, but got lost to it. Some made the change because they were dying and didn’t want to. He doesn’t know about any vampires creating new ones, but he’s been a bit busy with the ones Hydra has made.

Only, they hadn’t seen a bite mark over either gland when he changed. They’d clearly been experimenting with Alpha vampires, finding ways to keep Rut away and weaponize the pain. They knew bonded Alphas would rut anyway, and remember too much to brainwash. But Bucky hadn’t had any visible bond.

Vampires were made to kill Alphas. A bio weapon of some kind, he is fairly sure. The blood reacts any time Alpha levels increase. It’s like a venom, to Alphas, and not to others.

From what he has heard, or what Bruce has loosely explained, it acts just like a venom when Alpha hormones and responses occur. It can clot blood, or cause organ failure. He feels pain, but Bruce says it could be a chemical reaction he would study.

If he ruts away from you, he’s not sure what will happen. Being with you seems to soothe it, so Bruce wants to study that, too, with Cho.

He did die, though. The vampirism just keeps everything going on auto-pilot. There’s a sweet sting to certain things, like knotting or his rut. But they aren’t blistering pain.

He knows he’s dead because of how many times he has been shot, stabbed, tortured, and everything else, but never killed. Never even come close. People rarely prepare for a vampire, these days.

If he stays fed, the sun doesn’t kill him. When he’s a bit hungry, it burns. If he is fed, he’s closest to human. Closest to alive. So close he sometimes forgets, when he’s next to your warmth and drinking your scent, that he’s not.

—

Present

—

Damn the flashbacks to the coven at Hydra. They’re not the same as here. It’s not like entering a pack.

Yet when Bucky steps in for the tradition he has ached for, for years, he’s afraid. He can’t just disappear. There are rules, especially for him, and that scares him. Everything scares him, thinking what it means.

He could disappoint you. He could hurt someone. Or, he could never have to be concerned because the pack could reject him this moment, or later on. It could be over before it begins.

Everyone waits patiently, except Sam who perhaps feels too comfortable. Bucky feels a near-feline growl start as his eyes change, and Sam frowns. You have already scented everyone, and await him, but he’s scared.

There’s also the fact he’s a vampire asking to join. While he has been focused on you, his vampire instincts have been ramping, aware there are a lot of Alphas in one room. And they are not obligated to welcome him.

What if they use this to control him? You’re part of their group, now. Their pack, their order, and you will crave their support and presence. What if he can’t be free, because they’re in control?

That’s a terrifying thought, and he starts to feel his breaths come short and fast.

Then, he thinks of how happy you are in your nest. It’s safe, and he hasn’t freaked out since shortly after arrival. Your stress level is minimal, and it’s easy to provide for both of you.

When his scent relaxes just a tad, he blows a breath and looks around one more time. No one seems afraid, just patient.

“Please, Buck,” Steve whispers after everyone has accepted you as part of their pack.

Bucky feels the sensation like heartburn, but through his whole body. He wants this, he yearns for it. But it’s eating him alive.

You stand next to Steve, and every member has hugged and scented you. You are waiting for them to accept Bucky, before finally allowing Steve to make the group final. But Bucky is frozen, unable to start the ritual as his veins burn.

“Hey, we don’t need a ritual. They’re outdated, you can focus on your Omega and join our pack.” Steve tries to spare him the stilted ceremony.

His breath is stuck. He flexes his arm, thinking back on when they destroyed that entire gland in hopes that he could cope with the vampirism. But he still loved you.

“I don’t belong here.” Bucky looks around at everyone, and scents your distress and sadness. Sadness because of him.

“Yes, you do. I don’t care if you’re an Avenger, a runaway, a vampire, an Alpha, or some punk from Brooklyn. You have always been my pack, and that’s no different, now.” Steve steps forward, hugging Bucky close.

He’s scenting him, just a little. Not intimately, but he is. He’s welcome.

Bucky hugs Steve back, harder. This can be home. They’ll stand by him, even if things go wrong. Steve will be a Founder.

You burst into happy tears, when Steve hugs you just like he used to. Like a little sister, and best friend. Even when he was smaller than you, he hugged you just the same on rides at Coney Island, or he won a prize at school.

Bucky kisses you soundly, as soon as Steve lets go. His mother would have been so proud. She had watched him pine after you, but never say a word.

She had shaken her head, every time he came home grumpy that you weren’t with him. Especially because it was his own fault, never telling you how he felt, and spending all his time wooing other girls. She’d seen through his effort to assert independence or avoid entering a real courtship.

His old man would probably even spring a tear. Bucky has a pack, has a mate, and may even have pups. His parents hadn’t judged folks who needed Founders back in the day, so they’d just be happy to squish the cheeks of his pups if he has them.

“Okay, okay.” Sam smiles and claps Bucky on the back before he takes it too far. “Time to do the fun part of this tradition. The partying!”

Everyone cheers’ their glasses and starts to move to the food. Bucky and you are served by the pack, an offering that they will provide and care for you both. You two present them with flowers, and dessert, reciprocating the gesture.

Home.

Is it possible he is home?

Chapter 17: Spring

Summary:

Reader is starting to feel fresh and ready, and Spring cycling is right around the corner.
Will Bucky be ready to prepare for a pup? What about if Steve needs to be the donor?

You grin all day at work.

It’s just code, papers, computers. But you have been smiling all week. Everything has rolled off your shoulders, and you’ve been more social. Even if your Alpha scares most of the office workers silly.

“Stop smiling! You’re gonna give me baby fever!” Your coworker playfully elbows you. It’s spring, and your hormones are insane.

Your scent has been extra sweet, and warm, and your skin is always just a little warm and sensitive. Bucky has been a big fan. All the Omegas you are friends with know what it means, for an omega who hasn’t had any pups yet but wants them.

When you arrive home to a tented den, and an absolute feast, you smile like crazy. Bucky must have noticed the fresh nest you made last night. And the soft sigh you let out any time you see a pup.

There are no fresh pups to watch, but you’ve been helping with the bigger ones. Mostly, you take them on rides, or show them around the zoo, or help them practice for their hobbies. Bucky has been a bit shy to help with pups, despite the dynamics.

People still worry a bit about how he will respond to a scraped knee, or blood of any sort. You know he will be alright, but he doesn’t want anything to happen that would put people in tough positions.

When he does greet pups, you melt. They are fascinated by the new Alpha around, and the littler ones like to climb on him or hang from his arm. When pups need a cuddle, Bucky is around most often when others are on missions, that could basically send you into Heat.

“Buck? Are you trying to make me go into spontaneous Heat?” You laugh when he swoops you up and kisses you.

“Mmmm, my Omega… been thinkin’ about you with pups since we were sixteen.” His chest rumbles as he nuzzles beneath your ear. You feel a flood of sparkles as you consider what he has said.

Bucky seems a little drunk on your pheromones. He’s running his fingers under your shirt hem, and sucking at your neck. Your skin is so sensitive and lit up, everything feels all blurry and bubbly.

“When you lead that group o’ Girl Guides, I couldn’t hear your name for a week. My Ma asked about you on day three an’ I gagged because I was so desperate.” He nips your skin, and you swoon.

“The little one cried because she didn’t get a button, and you looked after her until she was laughing. Wanted to put a pup in ya, right then.” He traps your body against the wall, and you feel an arousal poking at your middle.

“Woulda been too young!” Even Omegas and Alphas at the time were extremely shamed for teen pregnancies. Usually the Omegas.

“I’d give ya three more, just to prove ‘em wrong.” He smooths his hands up your waist, grumbling lowly and dragging a vampire fang over your throat.

It doesn’t matter if he’s just drunk on you. The words he is saying are absolutely drowning you in desire. Your core is squeezing around nothing as you picture his cock in your mind.

“Mister Barnes, you two have a visitor.”

Fucking FRIDAY. You let out a pitiful whine bug remember you’re not even in pre-Heat, so you need all the info you can get before you cycle.

Bucky growls loudly, and it almost startles you. He laps at your neck, then grooms your gland so you’re fully scented. The scent in the air isn’t of Rut, but he’s acting a little possessive.

You kiss his lips, humming as he stretches to extend by a moment.

“You better have clothes on!” The voice at the door makes you immediately realize why Bucky is grumpy.

“Tony!” You squeal as you open the door.

He lets you hug him, acting like it’s an inconvenience. But he smiles when you pull back and grin at him.

“You smell like spring.” It’s not a classy thing to acknowledge, but he has never much cared for class. Bucky frowns and sets his jaw, but ignores it.

“You here just to comment on my mate’s first breeding cycle? Or could we do anything else at all?” Bucky is sour about the first spring since bonding, knowing if you want a pup you need a donor.

“No, just for that. I was sent to deliver this little box of trinkets, for you two to use for the next week. Steve will be by a week from today to do the next steps. I just… I wanted to wish you both luck… in case a blessing from the original pack leader matters at all.” Tony nods at Bucky, in acknowledgement.

Bucky’s expression lifts, a little surprised at the gesture. Tony wasn’t obligated to do this at all. He opens his mouth to say something, but Tony cuts him off with a wave.

“Don’t thank me. You two having a spring cycle with another Alpha’s scent all over and donor rituals occurring? That won’t be easy. But good luck.” Tony hugs you again, then departs.

Bucky growls, and it seems never ending. It’s not the placating, or possessive growl of an Alpha. It’s throaty sound, like a jungle cat.

“I love you, Bucky. If you don’t want to do this, that’s alright. I’ve wanted your pup for just as long as you’ve wanted to give me one.” You smooth your hands up over his chest, memorizing the plateaus and curves of the muscling.

Bucky purrs, as soon as you lave at his gland and draw circles on his skin. That bit of information seems to make him thrilled. You’d long adored him.

“Tell me more.” His tongue explores your mouth for a minute, robbing you of movement and air for stories. When he moves away, he is groping your one breast and attaching his lips to the other.

“Well, I had a crush on Steve when we were seven.” That’s an intimidating growl, against your skin. “But I still always told my mom you were my soulmate. My dad used to tease me about you. But then you started dating and I thought you didn’t think I was pretty.”

Bucky massages the soft globes through your shirt, before reaching beneath your shirt. Damn you for wearing a bra… he grumbles at that., too.

“I felt it… wanted your pup when I watched you fight Bobby Davis and nurse Stevie all in one afternoon.” You wish it had all been so easy. That day, you’d pictured peace and love and an epic romantic unveiling and a life with Bucky and pups. It seemed simple.

“We were fourteen.” He whines like he’s wounded.

“But I thought you’d be a perfect Sire, some day.” You smile and tangle your fingers in his hair as wet, messy kisses trail everywhere over you.

“When did ya want me to give ya a pup? Right then’n’there?” He’d admitted to the first time he wanted to give you one. It seems he’s a little uncomfortable being the only one with cards on the table.

Or, he finds it incredible hot. Which you do, too…

“Becca’s friend had that baby… she was real young. Freshly bonded. War was just starting. Her Alpha got hurt in training, and Becca helped because she wanted to join their pack. But you fell asleep with the whelp tucked under your chin.”

You feel that sparkle in your chest again, as you picture an early-twenties Bucky with a little pup, curled on the couch. He’d protectively wrapped around the child who slept nose-first in a scent gland.

Yeah, that had made your ovaries go wild, back then.

“Or earlier… when they gave us those bags of flour at school so nobody would get pregnant. You got paired with Nancy. I thought about you biting her or knotting her or nesting down while holding her belly and I almost went feral.” You’d nearly forgotten that memory.

Bucky groans, thrusting his hips into your centre, stimulating your clit in just the right way even through your clothes. When you kiss him, you nip his lower lip. That makes him kiss you harder.

“You’d’a been such a good mama to my pups. Even then.” He keeps up the friction at your core, likely aware of the heat and wetness building there.

This conversation has made him so hungry for you, and so loving. You wonder if he is beating himself up for keeping you apart, back then.

“Woulda showed everyone my mark from you. Taken ya to all the dances, shown ya how to be taken care of in your first Heats. My ma woulda scolded us for bondin’ so early, but she woulda known I’d have you carry my pups. Fuck, want ya to carry my pups.” He bites, so gently, at your neck.

You throw your head back as he moves against you quickly with short thrusts. This is definitely getting you off. It’s for you, he seems to know you need it. He will ravage you after.

“I love you. Even then.” He whispers like warm chocolate. “Cum for me, just knowing I wanna fuck a pup into you. Just thinkin’ about my cock fillin’ ya, and your tummy swellin’ with my seed. Cum for your Sire.”

And you do.

It’s blinding. The friction of his dry humping and the dirty promises spilling from him make you gasp for air over tiny high pitched cries. It seems to last forever, a warm liquid filling your body with ecstasy.

Bucky kisses you, and kisses you, endlessly. He gently coaxes every squeak and shudder from your body. The tangle of your tongues guides your descent from such a high.

You feel his lips move millimetres away, and stretch to chase them. Instead, he withdraws more, and that breathtaking scent of broody Alpha dissipates to something sour.

When your eyes open, you see what he is looking at. The box of Steve’s scented items.

Bucky swallows, hard, his eyes black and veins showing. And he disappears with a snap of the air.

—

 

You know Bucky hates that he’s a vampire. He probably got so caught up in building you this beautiful den, and getting ready, and knowing it’s your Spring heat.

Talking about all of the would-bes and wishes probably got him so excited, only to remember how hard the next few months would be. The nest he spent all day on now had to scent of Steve, too. And he had to face that this may not biologically be his pup.

Bucky had always been so good with others’ pups. Just like you said, he always volunteered to watch them, and they were drawn to him easily. He’d never seemed like someone who couldn’t be a great Sire.

It was hard not to see Bucky in your future pup, or not to say he is just like Bucky. But you would love a pup from a Founder, still. Bucky would still be the one to nest down, and support you through your pregnancy, and feel your pup growing in your bond.

As far as you’d been concerned, this would still very much be your pup together. The excitement hadn’t really been dampened, but now you wonder if it will be too much for Bucky.

Maybe there’s another way. You sigh, opening the box to see Steve’s sweater, his cologne, his bed sheets, and a few scent cloths. The air around you fills with your friend’s scent, and you smile at the familiarity.

Little, sweet, Stevie. Brave, ridiculous, Stevie. You love him so much for helping you and Bucky figure out why you felt so disoriented and lonely, apart, and welcoming you both in.

Closing the box, you know this will be hard.

“I do want this.” Bucky reappears in the shadow of your living room. He likely hadn’t gone far.

“It’s alright, if you don’t. Or if we need time. Buck, I’m just happy I have you.” You stretch your arm and fingers toward him, wiggling them in hopes he will come close.

“I just miss my family. They have no idea what really happened. My sister and my mom must have lived their whole lives hoping I’d come back.” His voice is rough, like he has been crying or yelling. Maybe both.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” You reach to him with both arms, now. He falls to his knees next to your chair, burying his face in your chest.

“I feel… guilty. To you, to them, for not having pups when I should or could. For dying. For forgetting.” His shoulders heave as he cries into you.

You rub circles on his back, and feel so grateful that your Alpha isn’t an emotionless, stoic, grump, like in the 40s. You want to support each other. He’s your best friend, too.

“I wish I could create a new family. And I know I’ll love you and all our pups. It’ll be amazing. But it’s different.” He adds the last part with a layer of guilt coating his voice.

“I love you. It’s normal to feel like it’s different, and it’s normal to be sad. Even Betas feel a little weird about not being able to have biological babies, if it’s a problem, sometimes. But Buck, I’ve seen you practically adopt every pup you met your whole life. Even when you tried to be cool and say you didn’t want them for a year after the older boys poked fun.”

He slows his breathing, trying to believe in all of this. Your lives have been thrown off track numerous times before, only to guide you here. This could be the same.

“I love you. But you smell like Stevie and I’ll vomit if you bring that into the den tonight.” He tries to joke as you swipe a tear from his cheek and he blinks slowly at the comfort.

“I love you, too, Bucky. We can start with scent stuff tomorrow… tonight, let’s just be us in this beautiful den you made.” You smile when he leans his cheek and ear against your chest.

He listens to your heart, and holds one finger over your pulse and wrist gland.

Yeah. Your big scary Vampire Alpha, is a big soft pup-obsessed boy at heart.

You’re excited to give him a family.

Notes:

Would anyone like next chapter to be from Steve’s POV? Or part of it?

What do you think will have to happen before Steve and Reader will be matched enough to make a pup that she and Bucky can raise?
It’s gonna get emotionalllllll in here.

Chapter 18: Scent Cycle

Summary:

Reader and Steve have each others scents for a cycle, to prepare for if she needs a donor. Will it affect their friendships?

What the fuck is that smell?

It’s not your Alpha. It’s wrong! It scents of something else.

Steve.

“Bleh!” You gag as you find more and more of the scent as you try to bury your nose elsewhere. It’s your damned bedsheets. “Bucky! Bucky… I need you.”

He’s there in a flash. But you turn your nose up at his scent when he tries to hug you. It makes you physically sick. There’s a twisted horror inside of you that maybe the universe is finally taking him away for real, making your scents intolerable to each other.

“I’m sorry, Love. I’m sorry. I probably overdid it, because I thought since it was Steve it’d be okay.” Bucky stirs his own scent to blend into the cologne he has on. The urge to boil alive slowly seeps out of you.

You’re starting to question whether this Heat will be enjoyable whatsoever. Bucky cuddles you close, stroking your glands.

“How can you stand it? Aren’t you suffocating?” You try desperately to bury your nose somewhere else, to get Bucky’s scent. Bucky even chuckles when you end up with your face in his armpit.

“We gotta do it. Breathe with me.” He cups your neck, so you feel the rise and fall of his chest. “Catching enough of this scent could mean we have a pup this year.”

You whimper. He’s right.

“I’ve accepted the scent. So if you do carry it, as you grow, I won’t reject you or panic. You have to make your hormones think this Alpha scent is safe, so if you need to, you can have a Founder pup.”

Your hand falls over your womb as it feels like cramps everywhere.

“You’re really gonna do this for me?” You peek at him through bleary eyes. When you try to find relief in the scent, it stops feeling so obnoxious.

“Yeah, Love. I’m still gonna Rut so bad they sterilize our entire floor.” He grins and nibbles down your neck and collar.

“Maybe you’ll give me a pup first,” you hope. Bucky’s face breaks into a smile, and he kisses you as your belly swoops with warmth.

 

—

Steve’s POV

—

Of course he had agreed.

They’re his best friends. They’ve always been meant-to-be. Steve knows he has someone out there, like that, too. So, how hard would it really be to help?

Receiving your scented items from Bucky had been weird. He was actively trying to act grateful, but Steve could see it was killing him. The two should have had beautiful, cheerful pups.

Steve wants pups, but not until all this is over. He used to watch Peggy the way Bucky has watched you since childhood. But he knows it was nowhere as deep. He’s worried it never will be— who else would he have a hundred years of memories and growth beside?

It feels intimate and dirty to sleep on your sheets, and scent your bath towel. You were always a tad shy, even when Howard made you the most boisterous you’d ever been. Holding your robe while sleeping doesn’t sound right.

But it should be ensuring that you don’t reject an embryo he gave you. He’s not sure how much is science and how much is Alpha/Omega nonsense. Bruce seems certain that no precaution should go untouched.

When he was young, this process was so, so different. A Founder had to court the couple for pups in all the soft, romantic old rituals. Then he had to cycle with the Omega, once he was accepted.

Bucky would kill him.

Now, they have labs and better ways of doing all this. You just need to make sure your body knows to accept the pup who isn’t Bucky’s. Then, you two will be sweet and loving together.

Bucky will be the one to nest down with you, where he will accept the pup and feel it in your bond. Steve wonders what that will feel like for you two. Maybe he will know, some day.

If you feel too unwell while apart from Steve in the early days, you’ll need more scented items. Some Omegas still preferred to have the Founder there, and he wonders if because you are friends, you’d like that.

There’s a warmth in his skin, as he inhales your pre-heat scent. As morally strange as it feels, his instincts pick up exactly what they need. He has to rut with your scent, and you have to Heat with his.

Better than before all this science. He thinks you would have never had pups, then, and he would feel awful. But right now, his mind is hazy as he drinks down the smell of Omega ready for Heat.

The first Heat of the year is supposed to be the most fertile. Probably a wives tale… but he does pick up on your scent more now than ever. Regardless of when it falls, it’s called a Spring Heat.

His body reacts, and he’s aware he also took some medication that would help him be sensitive to your hormones. Your next Heat, he needs to rut at the same time, and his fresh ‘sample’ should be used to get you pregnant. The most complex part of it will be the insemination while you are in Heat.

He doesn’t have to worry about that part… just the sample. And right now, he’s pretty sure he could do that.

Steve wants to overthink, and evaluate every moral complexity of being a Founder, but his head is spinning. Fuck, he wants to bite you. To find you and fight Bucky for you. It’s all hormones, it’s all in his head, but that’s how he feels.

You still have a gland… surely, he could take it. Steve groans loudly as his hips roll into to bed and he tries to stop his natural urges from infiltrating his good, sane, thoughts. Likely impossible.

The next few weeks are going to be so complicated. He hopes his Rut brain goes away and he can see you as his best friend again. He hopes you and Bucky have a beautiful pup, that he can help take care of like a good Pack Leader.

Long, long ago, some cultures had smaller, tight knit packs. To diversify, bond mates could become close enough with other bond mates that they had each others pups. Since pups were largely raised communally, it didn’t seem to damage any bonds.

Steve’s brain short circuits at the idea. A mate, for him, a pair bond… he chokes on a moan. Then, he shakes his head clear. This is for you two, not for him.

He will find his own bond mate, though. Soon. Someone to stare at when they do little things, just admiring the way they move and think. Someone who makes him feel safe, and free, and loved.

One day, he will be a proper Sire, and a proper Alpha to someone special. Maybe all of this is happening so he can be ready to seek it out, and ready to move on from a short lived romance that lived mostly in his own head.

His best friend is a fucking Vampire about to raise his pup. Anything could happen.

 

When his rut ends, he blushes to himself about his dirty thoughts. You and he have never had any romantic tension. He knows it’s all hormones and instinct, and that you three will all be fine.

He does want to start actively looking for his own Omega, though. It would be nice to have what you and Bucky have.

When he sees you next, he can barely speak. You shyly hold onto Bucky.

“Hi— good morning. I, uh, I got muffins for you guys. If that’s not— is it too much?” He’s a pack leader, for goodness sake.

Bucky gives him a look like he’s being weird.

He is being weird!

“Steve, it’s fine. Everyone’s fine.” Bucky knows. They both must sort of feel the way he does, like after a drunk one night stand. Not that Steve has had that experience, either.

“I’m sorry.” Steve scratches the back of his neck, still blushing and warm.

“Don’t be. You’re helping us get a pup. I’m grateful you’re willing to step outside of your comfort zone and help.” Bucky is being very understanding, so you must have already talked.

Steve nods, relieved.

“You two will be great parents. Besides, it’s been a long while since we have had any fresh faced whelps around.” Steve actually smiles.

“Thanks, man. I know it’s hard, but I appreciate it.” Bucky continues eating as you blush furiously and still avoid eye contact for the most part.

 

Steve still feels a little flustered any time you two are alone together. Or if, god forbid, anyone brings it up.

Stark brings it up a lot, and even Bucky turns pink when he mentions the fact you both had to cycle with Steve’s scent everywhere.

He’s pretty sure he hasn’t felt this awkward and boyish since the first time that girl kissed him in the library. Maybe even before then, before the serum.

Soon enough, he doesn’t feel so bad. It’s just awkward and playful.

When he sees you in the hall, he still gets a little flustered. You seem to look at your hands a lot, and fidget. But you both try not to make a deal of it, and talk about other things, and it settles down. It gets easier.

“So, my best friends are gonna have a pup. If you name him after Sam instead of me, I’ll be pretty offended.” Steve smiles and nudges you.

“Never,” you elbow him. “But I’m not thinking of any of that until I know there is a pup coming.”

“You can do it. However this all pans out, I always thought you two would be great pack members and parents. Even if one is a vampire.” Steve tries to laugh.

“Thanks for all this. I… it was confusing, after all that happened. Bucky could hear our hearts racing and had to talk me down. Has this messed with our dynamic?” You stare up at him, the way you did when you wanted to make sure his bullies hadn’t done him in too roughly.

“No, I think we will be fine.” He swallows thickly, relieved to know he wasn’t alone. It is embarrassing that Bucky has been able to tell exactly how anxious and out of sorts he has been.

Every time he saw you for a week after cycling, his heart was in his throat and his temperature skyrocketed. It was involuntary, but his instincts were screaming you were right there, and he always took off.

Steve realizes he simply wishes he had what you two have. Strong enough to withstand all the changes, all the horrors, all of time. Even strong enough to let the challenge of Founder rituals take place and emerge only closer than ever.

These instincts will fade, it’s just been a long time since he Rutted with the scent of a cycling Omega. It’ll be fine, again, soon. Steve will find someone for himself, and he will make sure this pack is the best it can be.

—

Bucky makes good on his promise to Rut hard. He’s finally off his blockers, just so he can try one more time to make his own pup. Just in case. But also because you love it.

You are used to the blended scent of your Alpha and Steve. It doesn’t seem to disturb your nest, especially ever several rounds of knot-deep fucking from the man you’ve always loved. Bucky is your favourite love.

It feels like euphoria to be in his arms, under his body, deciphering a metal finger from a flesh one. Your Alpha. Your friend. The man who made you have your first beat as teenagers, because he almost kissed you in a school play. You’d been recast because you were off school for the next week of rehearsal.

As the Heat fades, Bucky holds you tight and kisses you often. He drinks the dregs of his blood bag, as you kiss up his spine and map the planes of his body. You feel a little excited to know you are more ready for a pup.

You have to wonder how Steve is feeling. It’s a little weird, but you’re grateful.

“I love you,” he murmurs as he feeds you some pineapple. Your hair fans against the pillow. And you feel like a goddess under his gaze.

“I love you, too. I think I’m ready, Bucky. Really ready. Like, it used to be a fantasy and a thing I said. But I feel ready for your pup.” You kiss his nose, and he kisses your mouth soundly.

“I know. Look…” he gestures to your nest.

You knew you rearranged things, during your Heat. It was usually what you did to perfect scents, positions, cuddles, or comfort. But when you see what he’s showing you, you see that you made a family nest. Not a couple one.

It’s built higher at the edges, with a little cove at the side for a whelp. This is the nest of a family. Someone waiting in a little pup to complete them.

You feel your nose tingle as your eyes stream. You made a pup nest!

Bucky laughs as he peppers you with kisses. You cling to him like a lifeline. Everything seems to be lined up. All of your instincts. The pack. The scents.

“I’m happy you found me,” you whisper.

“I’ve never been happier in my life,” he replies.

Notes:

What do you guys vote? How do yall feel about this development?

Chapter 19: Starting to Cook

Summary:

This is the Heat where Steve will be used as a Founder (IUI, to see if Reader can have a pup for Bucky).
It’ll be 3 chapters.
One, this- Bucky being a bit overwhelmed by it all.
Two, next chapter where they are adorable and she is due for the IUI
Three… Bucky’s response after the procedure as his Rut peaks and Heat is at top level.

Lemme know what you wanna seee……

Bucky is starving. The stress of everything is making him hunger faster than he can restore his blood bank.

One hunt. He needs a good hunt, to restore himself, and let some donations of blood come back in.

You’ll never let him go, not with your upcoming Heat and all the danger of being caught if he leaves. But he’s never been caught, before, and doesn’t think there are any Hydra agents left to wander. He will be safe.

Bucky opens the doors to the crisp fall air, and inhales the scent of every warm body for ten blocks. His mouth waters, but the sun starts to burn his skin like it’s 100 degrees outside. Stepping back in, he hisses at the entryway and earns a few glances from staff.

Fuck. He’s not even fed enough to last long in the sun. If he pushes it, he could die. But Steve’s on a mission and he doesn’t feel great about asking Tony.

Would he feed from you? No. No, you need to be in perfect condition for your Heat, and he needs to not use you in such a way.

Bucky grumbles as he stalks through the main floor, closing blinds and aching for more food. The more hunger he feels, the more stressed he grows. The stress does nothing to quell him, doubling the way his body screams for blood.

Heartbeats of everyone around him seem to echo in his ears. Every pulse is like a crack of thunder.

As soon as the sun is low, he crashes through the doors along the shadows, doing his best to cover himself with a long coat. He knows where people used to be. Bad people.

But they’ve all abandoned the closest posts. Probably ousted by the fall of Hydra, the contacts would have shifted locations. He growls and pulls shades off a street vendor, covering his black eyes as he strides around briskly.

There’s a smell he hasn’t caught in ages, somewhere around here. He lurks in a shadow, surveying the area. It’s a toxin. They were heavily warned about it in his coven, and he knows the scent well.

Someone knew vampires met here. They expect one like him to show. He knows he can’t drink from anyone nearby, and decides he will have to give in. He’ll need to feed from you at least once, or he’s going to be in a lot of trouble.

“You look hungry.” An observant voice comes from nearby. “The homeless people know about your kind. We’re not as easy to target, no more.”

Except Bucky feeds on people who supported Hydra. He doesn’t target the homeless or poor, because he doesn’t want to. They haven’t done anything wrong.

“I’m not here for you.” Bucky stands tall, taking in his surroundings and planning his escape. There’s barbed wire atop the nearest fence, but he can handle that.

“Well, we’re here for you. Guess how many people care ‘bout vampires pickin’ us off, for months? Years?” The man and several others encroach. He has to get home to you.

He has a pack, and he has a mate. Bucky needs to stay safe for you. In his weakened state, he’s not certain how to react.

“Look, I’ve been hunting people from that organization. It wasn’t me, who hurt you.” He doesn’t owe any explanation. If he were vicious, he could knock down this entire group in moments. It would be easy.

“You’re thinking what the last one thought. That you can escape. Or hurt us. But we’re all full of poison, and this areas all locked up with it.” He sneers as if Bucky should be afraid.

Maybe he should be afraid.

They all stink of the antivenom used decades ago for vampires. That alone won’t kill him, but it’ll weaken him until he’s easily killed without any Agarwood stake through the heart. He’s seen it done.

It would hurt him, but he could maybe still get home. As long as he doesn’t feed from them.

“I can still kill people without feeding. But I was looking for Hydra members. Let me out, I’ll tell you where other vampires are.” Bucky wants to negotiate, maybe he can build a trust with this group.

“No negotiations.” The man tries to stab Bucky with a stick.

An Agarwood stick. Where would a group of homeless people come upon the most rare wood in the world?

It’s made when a fungus infects a tree from Africa. That and the anti venom, he would be dead. The resin from the tree is toxic to vampires, and is why they smell the way they do when they’ve got it on them or in their bloodstream.

He’s far too fast for a stab to the heart, it’s almost laughable. But if he gets weak enough, they could do it. If he starves for much longer, he could be in trouble.

Bucky doesn’t stay another moment, knowing he can’t chance it and needs to get home. He leaps the fence, hissing loudly at the anti-venom on the barbs at the top as they slash at his skin.

He bleeds. Fuck, he’s bleeding, for real. As fast as he can, he takes off for the tower.

—

“Bucky!” Wanda shouts a little loudly as Bucky bashes through the common area entry.

“No! Don’t come over here.” He raises a hand but feels unwell.

“Bucky— she’s in Heat and we have been looking for you all day! Are you- is that blood? Did you hurt someone?” She doesn’t a good job of staying sympathetic and not judgemental.

“No… nobody got hurt. It’s mine. But I need to feed.” He storms toward his room, desperate to see if there has been a delivery.

Upon clambering through the entrance, he is hit with a wall of Heat.

“Buck? Bucky, oh my god, what’s wrong?” You sit up from the nest and knock over one of the fertility items he had carved.

Food leaves his brain. His mouth is on yours, when you run to him to check on him. He’s boiling hot, and rock hard, in just moments.

Bucky pins you beneath him, which pulls a breathless smile from you. He feasts on your neck, nipping and lapping at it. But instead of biting you there, like he’d intended, he travels down your navel. That’s where he will bite when he knows he can heal you.

For now, he is starving. He needs a short feed, with a high payoff. Bucky’s tongue trails from your knee, upward, and your breath hitches when he bites. His fangs come down, down, down…

Fuck, yes. Your inner thigh quivers with the sensation of his fangs sinking deep, and finding your artery. He takes long, deep, drinks from you, while his metal hand splays over your middle.

You moan when he tries to heal you, the healing salve deep within your leg and rushing through your limb with your blood. It’s intimate and hot, but he can tell you’re a little overwhelmed. He’s too much a vampire, the salve diluted and not useful against the vigorous flow from this artery.

Bucky grabs a recovery powder quickly and tries to use it before any concern arises. You don’t seem overly injured and he knows he drank a minimal amount, but quickly.

Offering you candy, he hopes you will recover fine. He laps at the wound, before your fingers tug at his hair and guide him to your centre. It gives him another rush, and he licks between your folds.

When you start to beg, he swirls his tongue around your clit and buries his metal fingers inside your body. They bump against your G spot in tandem with his tongue caressing the swollen bud. Your hips grind against him, and he groans into your core. It’s too good.

Bucky’s free hand moves to pump his length beneath his pants, awkward and desperate. His rut is drowning him, as your Heat has heightened. You’re on so many drugs to help with the Founder conception.

Each one makes your scent more potent and your hormones stronger. He feels like your body is aching for his own. He needs to fill you, and to give you a pup.

You cry loudly as your orgasm slams into you, and Bucky carefully works you down while extending the pleasure as long as he can. When your walls stop quivering, he catches his breath.

He wants to give you a breeding mark. It’s something he has always imagined with you beneath his teeth. The intimacy and specificity of the bite is unlike any other.

You smile into the sky as he kisses up over your womb with wet, open mouth fervour. There’s a pull like a magnet, and he sinks his fangs gently into your lower tummy. His mouth absolutely waters as he laps at the little wounds.

You sigh as your whole tummy lights up, a flood of your cycling scent in the air. It’s a romantic breeding courtship, that spreads a warm, thick sensation through where his pups will be. A long moan releases from your lips as he makes sure the healing sends pleasure through your middle.

“Please,” you whine. “Bucky, please knot me. I want your pup.”

Bucky feels a thousand degrees warmer. The air crackles around him as he kisses up your body. You cup his face as he kisses deep into your mouth.

“My little Omega. You taste exquisite. And I can’t wait to smell ya and taste ya when you’re full of pups.” Bucky purrs as he feels your fingers wrap around his base.

You stroke the matte skin where his knot will expand, and he is knocked breathless. Bucky feels this more than he has felt ever before. It’s different but too good to question.

“Alpha, I want your pup. Yours.” You grow upset, which breaks his heart. Of course, he wants a pup that you’ve made together. But the hormones are boosted for you to carry a Founder pup, and you are more emotional.

“Omega.” He drags his tongue over your gland, grooming it and hoping to relax you. “You’re gonna make me a pup. A beautiful pup that I’ll scent and hold for a whole week, after birth. And that pup will have a pack that loves it like crazy.”

You start to purr at his words. Thankfully, your moods are soft and easily changed.

“Need you.” You settle deeper into the nest. “Need this.” You grasp his length, then gently fondle his sac.

“I’m here.” Bucky lays across your body, knowing that if things work, you will have a bump between you by next Heat. A pregnancy Heat…. That makes him groan.

Waiting no longer, he glides the tip of himself through your soaking centre. You whine as he enters, everything sensitive and ablaze. The Heat completely engulfs you, and his Rut isn’t far behind.

Bucky crushes your lips, nipping everywhere he can. He feels you tug his face to your neck, and he feeds one more time there, at your request. All of his reservations are buried beneath the intense hunger, and your delicious Heat hormones. He can regret this later.

Tomorrow, you’ll need the insemination. Tonight, he’s gonna breed you as best he possibly can.

Notes:

I have a Death/Life fic that I’ve written for Bucky and Reader, it’s my typical absolute angst with happy ending. It’s 4 chapters. I’ll post that later.
Then a cute 2/3 chapter shot of Veterinary Reception Reader and Bucky brings Alpine in off the streets.

Love you all and thank you immensely to Musje5!

Chapter 20: IUI

Summary:

How will Bucky react to the inseminationnnnnn

“Bucky, I don’t want to go. I can’t.” You feel an array of instincts and know that if you are stressed, you’ll never catch. It’ll all be for naught.

“Hey, you don’t have to do anything, Omega. And trust me, I’d rather give you a tummy full of pups right this second, than let them take you for an hour. But you’ll be the most wonderful Ma, okay?”

His encouragement does soothe you. Your Heat is very complicated, with the differing scents and preparation. Having Bucky’s support makes you feel better.

“Would be a disservice not to get you pregnant.” His lips curve into a smile as he nibbles your neck.

That sweltering warmth at your skin is surged on by his sultry words. Of course, you want a pup. Badly. If this is the only way, you want it.

“Alpha, will you take care of me? Nest down? Or will you be more like the men of our time?” You know the answer, you think. But it’s good for you to hear it.

“I’ll be insufferable. I’ll keep you in that nesting egg, and kiss you ‘til ya can barely breathe. And my hand will never stop being in ya. I’ll be there when you birth my pups, and every step of your recovery.” Bucky punctuates each sentence with a pinch, pull, or nip.

When Omegas get pregnant, they nest down with their Alpha. It helps both connect to the pup in their bond, blend scents, and take care. The Omega goes through a lot of changes as their pup settles within them, forging a new tendril of the bond. You don’t look forward to the ache of every single joint or part of you.

But Bucky will soothe every ache or pain or stretch. As your body adjusts to the immense changes, he will keep you lulled and soft and comfortable. It’s excellent bonding time.

“Wont your vampire side freak out if you’re in rut and I leave? I could… I could do this myself, with you here?” You wonder if he will be alright. The vampire part has added a lot of confusion.

“If that works. I don’t know— knowing you… he… it might trigger me, more.” Bucky winces and tugs your body tight. Picturing you full of anyone else’s spend makes his Alpha roar a tirade within.

But it’s part of what needs to happen.

“Today is the best day, my sweetheart. You’re primed in your Heat, I’ll make do, you see them after our next knot.” Bucky feels a rush return as his hormones take back over.

His Omega is ready for a pup. You are warm, fuzzy, hopeful, and cloudy-minded as you feel him nudge against your entrance. All you wish was that it could be his.

You purr for a moment, his scent filling your lungs. He grooms your gland, and you feel your eyes flutter shut. Everywhere is sensitive, as his tongue and fingers work different parts of you.

One hand wanders to your tender breast, while his mouth pulls at your opposite. The swirls and twirls and pressure make your hips rock upward into nothing. Bucky groans as you move your hand down toward his raging hard-on.

“Omega, I’m sorry I was rough.” His apology is dazed, before he sucks back at your peak. “Was it too much?”

You mewl at his ministration as he twirls his tongue around the peak, poking a fang into your flesh. He drinks from the little spot, as if to nurse, which floods your centre. Bucky knows your body is aching for a pup.

“Never too much.” You crow as he grooms your gland, leaving his metal fingers to pinch and pull at your breast.

He gently bites your gland, but not with his fangs, just enough to tease. You groan at the near-bliss. He is being gentle, because you’re anxious about what today will bring and how he will handle it. This is just as good as when he is overly strong.

The scrape of his human teeth make you shiver. Your bond is sparkling, his arousal moving through your own. The mixture of your scents in the room and nest are like a beautiful garden.

“Coulda done this when we were young. When I first knew I loved ya.” Bucky pinches the back of your thigh, making you yipe and pull your leg up. He grins and massages the spot as he holds your knee high and starts to enter you, just the tip.

“Tease.” You growl at him as he stays just outside of your depths. The stretch of him is there, but only enough to make you crazy.

“I’m the Alpha.” He grins and makes sure you willingly submit just a little. He wants to make sure you’re ready, and happy, and taken care of.

“My Alpha.” He kisses you roughly when you take his bait.

You stop absently wondering if there’s time to go again before your procedure.

“You can’t be on my knot while they give you what ya need.” Bucky grooms your gland and holds your hips. You let out a pathetic whimper of complaint.

“Only want you. Your knot. Your pup…” You suck on his neck, riding him but letting his length slide between your lower lips. The way he falls apart for you makes you smirk.

“You gotta go, ‘Mega.” He nips your lips and pinches your bum again. It makes your head spin with the desire to stay with your Alpha as your Heat just starts to spike. But this could be it… your belly cramps when you think of a pup.

—

You watch video of Bucky suffering in the isolation room, while you are out of your skin at the distance. It’s supposed to be mere minutes, but the hormones and sterility make it feel like forever. The doctor and assistant adjust you in a clean, scentless room, and you cringe when you feel them down below.

You’ve had no shortage of sessions with Bucky, and blush at the way you know it’s evident. You expect the insemination to make you feel some sort of way, but you just want to be back with Bucky. The second they set you free, you rush, barefoot, back to the isolation room.

Before the secondary doors open to let you into the room, you’re stripping out of the gown you’d worn. This Heat has you all over the map, and you smile a little as your mind flits back to him feeding from you just a tad.

Bucky has a blood bag in his mouth, evidently an order just arrived after the concern. He clamps it in his teeth as he scents you and sees you at the open door. His arms wrap around you the instant you crash into the nest with him.

The bag is empty quickly, and you grin as his mouth is on yours. Bucky growls, possessively. It sends a shiver up your spine, because you’ve never heard the tone before.

“‘Nother Alpha’s cum inside ya?” Bucky grumbles with no humour. You feel your stomach drop, unsure how your mated Alpha in peak Rut will feel.

“No.” The word falls dumbly from your lips.

Bucky snaps teeth next to your ear, and pulls you beneath him. You try not to panic. You trust your Alpha. He’d never hurt you.

“‘M gonna make sure that seed doesn’t take. Any pup you have is mine.” He snarls, pawing at your breast and shifting your legs apart.

“Bucky,” you soothe. His scent is spiked, drowning you.

“Are you… can I please…” Bucky groans and struggles as his fangs come down. Your aroma fills his lungs and your own, and you know this is a possible reaction.

They’ve reviewed the probable responses he would have. Rejection seemed the worst— you couldn’t survive if he had. He could have been excited by the possibility of a pup. Or he could be possessive.

“I’m okay.” You nod as he gently sinks teeth into your gland. The glow of his teeth and affection fill you.

He is restraining himself. You feel your middle, begging for more and to be filled. If your Alpha wants to get carried away, your inner Omega is thrilled.

“Present.”

Bucky guides you to your hands and knees, pushing pillows and plush to support you. He lays over your back, your hips raised and steady on the mass he created.

“Made such a perfect nest.” You purr at his praise. “So soft… so good for your Alpha. I’m so proud of your breeding instinct.”

Submitting to him, he purrs above you. His body covers yours. Both of his palms move between you and the nest, massaging your Heat-sore breasts. His cock is nestled between your thighs.

“Omega, you’re gonna be full o’ my pup.” Bucky lays his full weight on you, squishing a soft moan from your lungs.

“Please.”

“Not some other Alpha. I’m gonna make your tummy swell, your joints ache, and your scent double. Gonna bruise your insides.” His voice is deep and aggravated.

“Please.” You nod and feel his fingers gently pinch your breasts. His breath is warm and sticky on your neck.

The notch of his cock to your entrance is a little sensitive, as you were just stretched by him for a day and then a speculum. He hisses, actually hisses, when you feel liquids leaking from your centre.

“Gonna fill ya with hot, sticky cum. Like I shoulda, the minute you presented as Omega. Shoulda put ya just like this.” He slides into you, one arm slinking around your waist while the other continues to bruise your tit.

His skin is tacky. His body hair tickles your back. The idea of him, being your Alpha, when you were so young with your head full of love, makes you smile.

“Woulda had ten pups. Still could, ya know.” He starts to pump, jarring your body beneath his. It pleases you as he can stay in such intimate contact, while moving behind you.

“Fuck,” you cry as you feel Bucky groom your gland, and work your insides. You leak your juices, his, and… Steve’s. When you realize that, you clench around Bucky harder.

“Gonna make sure these aren’t too sore.” He squeezes your tit again, and you whimper needily.

“Gonna make sure they’re all mine, and for my pups.” Bucky nips your neck, at the hairline, and it gives you goosebumps. “Don’t ya want every drop o’ me? Every stretch mark to be for your Alpha?”

You release a strangled sound into the cushions. He gently bites over your shoulder blade, and you drink up the scent of you both in the air.

“Cum on my knot. Take my seed, give me pups. C’mon, Omega.” Bucky growls as his body moves deep against your womb. This position, this use of the nest, is heavenly.

His body is warm and encasing yours against the plush fabrics. Of course you crave him, and your body is cramping all over in desperation for pups. Between the shots, the hormones, the Heat, the injection, and Bucky’s dominating demands, you’re falling apart.

“Fill these breasts with milk for my pup. Lemme cum on your swollen belly that’s full of me. I’ll fuck you in the common room in your pregnancy Heat. You’ll beg me for a fresh pup, as soon as we held ours.” Bucky fastens his lips to your neck, until you catch your breath and meet his mouth with yours.

You are screaming with the overwhelming build. If it weren’t for Bucky swallowing every breath, you’d alert the whole isolation wing. You feel his knot catch, and he whimpers back to you. It’s oddly endearing.

“Alpha,” you plead as he pumps you full.

“Your Alpha.” He corrects you, nipping your lip.

Bucky keeps cumming, twisting his hips to continue to please you as you feel him twitch. It nearly makes you cum blindingly again.

“So good.” He whispers praise and love to you, between ragged breaths. You stretch into him, adoring his gentle but rough affections.

With just a shred of your mind in tact, you purr harder at his weight upon you. Bucky was feeling a little threatened by your insemination, which was to be expected. But you smile anyway, feeling loved.

“So… you really think little innocent teenaged me would allow such debauchery?” You find your words husky as you recover from his incredible chase of orgasms.

“I’d have had to teach you all my naughty ways. My ma always said you were too pure for me, but I think you’re just my type. You hadn’t met the right Alpha.” Bucky playfully nibbles your skin, squeezing his arms around you.

“I’d met him. He was just so busy with every Omega he could find. I was so lonely…” you try to keep a playful tone. Bucky had ignored you and hurt you.

“I was an idiot. Still am… but not about you. Just didn’t know how to handle bein’ in love. Thought about you when I shouldn’t have… at night. In the mornings. Took everything that smelled like you.” Bucky grooms your gland, stirring more of your perfume into his lungs.

“Bucky Barnes, did you use my things to scent yourself with?” You grin like a cat. It used to be considered very naughty.

“Just things that scented like yours. When you would go away to your aunt’s for a week, I was broke hearted. My ma would make blueberry pie, ‘cause it smelled like you and made me happy. I’d bring home cotton candy, and steal Mister Riley’s flowers. My room smelled like you any time you went away.” He murmurs into your skin.

You revel in his admission. It’s so sweet and makes the little girl you used to be, gleeful.

“I stole your wristband, after the wedding one summer. And I wasn’t kissin’ Nancy, the day you decided to kiss Howard. She found the cuff, and knew it was yours. Even years later, I had it in my nightstand. She was mad, and said she was leavin’, because I’d lead her on.” His voice is softer.

You swallow thickly.

He was always kissing girls.

That wedding was before America went to war. You’d wondered where it had gone, but never would have suspected him. It was just a cute decorative cuff, meant ceremonially to mask bridesmaids scents at Beta weddings.

You kiss him, feeling your skin start to itch and warm again.

“Our pup is gonna have the best Sire.” You whisper to Bucky as his body starts to move again.

“The best Doe,” he returns sweetly. You haven’t heard that term in eighty years. It might just be your favourite.

By tomorrow, you could possibly feel whether it’s true. You could be pregnant.

Notes:

WHAT do you guys think will HAPPENNNN?

Taking votes ✍🏻✍🏻✍🏻

Chapter 21: Knock Knock

Summary:

the show you’ve all been waiting for
(I think the beginning is cute and sexy and funny please tell me I’m not wrong)

Waking, you feel Bucky stir behind you. His hand is on your middle. His nose is in your hair.

“Morning.” You greet him but don’t dare shift, still stuck from your ‘midnight snack’, as Bucky had called it. He moans lowly, at great length, and the embers of your heat glow red.

“Mornin’,” he slurs against your shoulder. He sounds absolutely wrecked, but it’s a nice mix of sleepy and hot for you. He has been overboard this entire cycle.

“My Alpha, how can you give me pups if you’re so exhausted?” You barely finish teasing him when fangs meet your skin, and his knot pushes deeper inside you.

Bucky releases a loud growl, which seems like a lame attempt to calm himself. You can’t help but whine in pleasure and stinging pain, as his knot catches your entrance and tugs in both of you.

“It’s been 4 hours and… my, uh… it hasn’t…” Bucky rolls your hips and tries to get you to finish the sentences yourself.

You moan once more, distracted by your Heat and the movements in your body. He is hitting all your favourite spots, and the added sense of sleepiness helps. It’s a pleasure to be able to trust him, so fully. Though… oh… four hours is a lot.

“Uh,” you drag yourself back into consciousness without grace. “Has this ever happened?”

“No. No, I think my mind has been carried away, I haven’t been able to—” he groans loudly, as you clench down on him out of your heightening Heat “— fuck, Love, not helping.”

You feel thoroughly scolded but still very turned on.

“What ya been thinking about?” It comes off more slurred than it should. You are admittedly, a little selfish in what’s going on. Bucky has started rocking his hips, and tugging on yours. His breath is fast and disjointed.

“If we have to go to Medical like this, I’ll be so grumpy for a week.” Bucky starts to fuck you deeper and deeper, testing your depths like a true Alpha. It’s normally done to see how deep a knot can go… but he knows.

“Please, you’ll be grumpy— ah!— anyway.” You place your arms around his, which move you at just the right angle and rate. You have no control at all, but it feels incredible.

Bucky growls again, and you feel close already. The unique sensation of being this full and still having all of your internal buttons pushed, is explicit. You’ll surely both be sore. It doesn’t matter right now.

There’s a flood of something from Bucky’s end of the bond. A complete tsunami of love and excitement and fear and hope and sentiment. Oh. You’ve felt this before. It’s what you feel when you picture a pup…

Both of you feel the torrent of desire and devotion, and finish together. The tightness of you around him after hours of overstimulation sends him into a spiral. You feel his fangs on your gland and a bright spark inside of your chest, full of wonder.

“Are you stuck like this… because you wanna be a Sire?” You pant heavily as you feel sleep tugging at you again.

“Yes.” Bucky grooms your gland and holds you close. He groans with the final few pumps of his hips. This seems to go on forever.

He really wants to be a Sire. Bucky’s constant excitement and thoughts of giving you pups have driven him to this state, which makes you smile like a lightbulb.

“Sire James Buchanan Barnes.” You whisper the title, like a birth announcement back in your day.

“Please. Please, not now.” Bucky begs into your shoulder as you feel even more spend pumping into you, and you whine. “Say something less hot.”

You smile even wider.

—

 

“Lucky you calmed down.” You smile and lick into Bucky’s mouth in the shower.

“Didn’t. Rut just ended. Could be hard for you the rest of my life.” Bucky returns your grin and kisses you deeply, as he scrubs you down in your favourite scent wash.

“Do you feel… anything? In our bond?” You breathe raggedly, afraid to check for yourself.

“You know I can’t tell, before you. Our pup is in your womb, Doll. I’m sure. But don’t get discouraged hours after your Heat.” Bucky cups your neck with both hands. He kisses you, as warm tears join the droplets of water on your face.

There’s so much anticipation, in reaching out to your bond. You sniff, and grin again at Bucky, though too anxious to confirm just yet. Some Omegas are so sensitive, they’d know by now. Others wait.

If you check too soon, you’ll be crushed. But if you wait, and never feel it, you’ll be heartbroken after all the buildup. So you turn off the water, and dry off. Bucky wraps you in the largest, fluffiest towels.

“Get in the clean nest.” Bucky nods toward the bed, where you’d previously had your thoroughly used nest. It needed changing, when you’d first got into the shower.

“You made a nest? You!?” You look at him in awe. An Alpha making a pup nest…

“I really want this. With you. Whatever makes you the most comfortable and happy, I will do.” He holds you and scrubs you dry with the fluffy towels before watching you slip into a pair of pyjamas and into the fresh nest.

It’s a good one. It’s soft, comfy, and has all of his scents in the right spaces. Bucky has put a lot of thought into where each soft item goes, and where support is. There are scent sweet, said to make an Omega more comfortable.

His side has a distinctly wood-y scent. It’s similar to him, but more natural and strong. More like him, before the vampirism. Before even the war. That’s meant to make you ‘take’ better.

When he gets in, he immediately starts to purr. The joy has never felt so pure. You swear there is glitter in your veins, as you purr back and sit in between his legs in the nest, not ready to return to lying down. You want to scan your bond.

All you have to go on is everything you were told as a young woman. This would only have been spoken about openly once you were mated, back then. Your mother told you to make sure you ‘listen for a knock’ if you ever laid with an Alpha.

It’s eerily silent, all around you. The air is still, the sound of electricity is silenced. Your bond is strong, melodic, and tied tight to Bucky.

His fingers drum on your low belly, and you imagine what they will feel like if you ever have a pup who kicks back. You allow your mind to drift to what it would be like, nervously sitting this way, on your bed, after school, before your parents came home. Maybe you’d be grinning like mad, with a nervous but proud Alpha Bucky behind you.

Or if you had to tell your girl guides you could start a count down to when your pup arrived.

Or if you’d had to beg your Pops to let Bucky move in while you finished school, because his mother would tell him to be there for you and make sure you graduated.

Or Bucky would be smiling like a fool, seeing you with Steve just after you two told him that you finally bonded and have a pup coming.

… or Bucky would be terrified, inconsolable as he holds you tight and knows he ships out in the morning for war.

That sobering thought brings you back to his fingers, moving on your tummy.

“There…” you gasp. “Do that again!”

Bucky taps his fingers once more, and you feel almost an echo inside of you, then in your bond. Both of you stop breathing. It’s still so small- not quite a tendril. Like smoke in a vacuum.

“Bucky! Is that a pup?” You start to cry and kiss him rapidly. He is nodding, grinning, and holding you like you’re priceless.

“It worked!” He encourages your joy. “It worked!”

You can’t wait to tell your pack. And Steve. And then nest down.

Notes:

PLEASE
Guess what happens next!!!

Will there be a happy healthy little pup?
Will it be a boy or a girl?
Will it be Steve’s?

Eeeeeeke I’m so excited I really hope you guys are too.
Thank you AGAIN as always Musje5!

Chapter 22: Fresh

Summary:

Im just doing what the words on the pages tell me to do. Please be advised that this story is now taking me in a direction I didn’t plan lol.
I hope yall like it.

You cuddle with Bucky, constantly. It’s like a drug, being close to him. He’s addictive and comforting and you feel amazing.

“When do we tell the pack?” You know it’s only been a few days, but you also know the urge to nest down will hit soon. Bucky even found a beautiful egg-shaped nester, where he can hold you and cuddle you and take care of you while your bond solidifies.

It’s normal, once the pup is ‘sticking’, for an Omega to have zero energy. The process zaps all of your energy, and makes your joints and muscles ache. All the symptoms of a Beta pregnancy are shoved into a few days, not that you don’t still suffer some later. It’s Bucky’s task to soothe you.

“I think today. You already scent a bit different, and there’s a chance you’ll react to Steve’s scent.” Bucky kisses your forehead.

The fact you have a pup is incredible. You know it’s about a week before you nest down, so you intend on celebrating a little before going for nesting. The look on Steve’s face will be priceless.

“Are you alright? With this…” you gesture to yourself. Bucky doesn’t seem like the type of Alpha to share. Even with Steve.

“They’re our pup. You’re my Omega.” He flattens his tongue on your gland, making you swoon. Oh, that extra dose of hormones and sensitivity is nice. “I’ll adjust.”

“Might be kinda hot if you start a brawl. I liked watching you box, when we were young. Liked when you defended Steve…” you feel flushed. What is going on?

“Mmmm, I like what these hormones are doing to you.” Bucky presses you into the corner of the kitchen area, and you pretend nobody could walk in. It’s an intense longing, not even sexual. You just… need Bucky to be part of you.

“I wanna see you spar. Please. And… and maybe cook? This is weird!” You try not to complain, but both thoughts are suddenly plaguing your brain.

Oh, god. You want him in glasses, reading a book to a pup. Or absolutely filthy after a mission, covered in debris and blood with his hair in knots.

“Jesus— can you get yourselves together before coming to the common area? You’re gonna make everyone break out in cycles!” Sam scolds as he walks into the common space.

“You can watch me spar, maybe. But only if you can keep it together.” Bucky smirks and kisses you, before pulling you out of the space by the hand.

“No— no way. Uh-uh. I’m not sparring with you if it’s so your Omega gets all worked up. She will be so disappointed when I kick your ass.” Sam half-argues, probably at least a little entertained. He has been kind to you, even if he and Bucky have a strange relationship.

“She wants to see a fight last more than two hits, Sam. And she is my best girl, who’s gonna give me a pup. So she gets anything she wants.” Bucky continues searching for the mug you know he prefers.

His head is in a cupboard, as you freeze and feel Sam’s gaze turn to you. You keep your wide eyes fixed to Bucky’s back, unsure if he meant to break the news in such a casual way, to Sam before anyone else. You’d definitely thought Steve was top of that list.

“It worked? Y’all are having a pup? Does anyone know?” Sam throws his fist in the air. He bear hugs Bucky before your Alpha even knows what is happening.

Bucky looks to you, slowly joining Sam’s enthusiastic hug. It’s apologetic but also joyful.

“No, we were just gonna go to Steve. And then, I think when we get the urge to nest down and things are more guaranteed, we will share.” You smile, the utter excitement blooming inside.

“Oh, man. This is so great, I’m happy for you two. I’m gonna spoil that pup.” Sam hugs you, much to Bucky’s disgust. He grimaces until he can scent you again.

“Do you think Steve will be happy?” You chance the question while you have someone else around. Bucky has been a little edgy, and you haven’t sought comfort from him, yet.

“Ah! Good ole Steve. He would be happy for you two, no matter what. But… uh, between us, he has been a mess since your Heat. He gets all awkward whenever folks ask about you two.” Sam elbows Bucky, like they have some inside relationship on Rut cycles.

Bucky scowls, but doesn’t stop Sam. You smirk at the fact he might actually be making a friend. He used to be effortlessly social, popular, flirty, charming, and out of your reach. But today, he is in a huff because someone is growing on him.

Sam nudges him in the chest, and Bucky gives a pained look.

“What’s wrong?” You fret over him.

“Nothing, now. Just… I got hurt, for the first time in a long time. Just before your Heat.” He smooths his fingers over the space, but you hadn’t seen a wound recently.

There had been blood when he arrived, but you had assumed he’d got someone else’s on him. He was edgy and starving when he found you, and you can’t recall his chest.

“It went away after I drank…” Bucky tries to leave it at that.

“What makes you wounded? Could it undo the vampirism? Or will you just… age rapidly or something?” Sam asks questions you haven’t found words for, yet.

“I’m pretty sure it would kill me. Makes me weak enough and human enough to be hurt pretty easily.” Bucky grits his teeth when his palm slides over your middle.

You frown at the idea. He has always felt invincible to you, even in your youth. Knowing something could make him human enough to harm makes you nervous, especially when there is a pup on the way.

“Well, you made it. And you two have a pup on the way! Go tell Steve and when you’re ready, I’ll take you out to celebrate becoming a Sire, Buck.” Sam smiles again and claps Bucky on the shoulder as you wave goodbye.

Bucky kisses your neck, gently pressing his lips to your gland as you smile. The tiniest fade of smoke is still coming together from your bond. Once you nest down, Bucky should be able to feel them even better.

“Steve!” Bucky calls out when you see Steve turning down a hallway.

“Oh— hi. Hi.” Steve waves and you remember him doing similar when he was a shy boy.

“Steve, thank you so much. I know this isn’t easy, but we couldn’t be more grateful. We wanted to tell you… that we’re pupped up. I’m pregnant.” You smile but don’t see the surprise and awe on his face you expect.

His cheeks flush a bright pink, and Bucky’s chest rumbles behind you. You smile just a little at his attitude, even to his pack leader and best friend. This rumble would have sent you straight into his bed, when you were younger.

“I… I could tell.” Steve awkwardly looks away. “Your scent is different, to me.”

You understand his awkwardness, now. He may be attracted to your scent, if you are having his pup. They’d discussed, at length, how Founders and Omegas could be affected. You hadn’t noticed anything, too heavily excited and wrapped in Bucky.

“We can give you space,” Bucky offers.

“I should scent both of you. Pack Leader— I want you both to feel welcomed and it should help get you to your nesting period.” Steve is still a little flustered.

You peek up at Bucky, whose chest is still rumbling. He nuzzles his jaw over your neck and gland. When you purr at him, he kisses your cheek and holds his hands over your middle for a moment.

Bucky approaches Steve, hugging him and murmuring a thanks for his assistance. He’s smiling, practically beaming. His scent has been flourishing with sweet and earthy tones since your discovery.

But when Steve hugs you, you expect a hug and basic pack scenting that way. But you breathe in, and feel your mouth water. It’s like a high, instantly. The familiar scent of one of your oldest friends is gone, replaced by every essence of home, the water, and something else…

The two of you let go quickly, like you stuck a finger in a socket. Steve looks as off guard as you must. But you get distracted by a dry heave.

No! Your instincts beg for that scent back. There’s a building nausea at its absence.

“Here…” Steve offers a cologne. It’s kind of him, and probably took some work, but this was also an expected side effect.

“Thank you.” Bucky takes it, pulling you back to him where you open mouth gasp for his scent.

You nod to Steve, nose still buried at Bucky’s gland. He turns and leaves, and you feel immensely guilty. Things should settle, after you nest down with Bucky, but you wonder if this situation will harm their friendship.

Bucky nips at your neck, bringing your focus back. He purrs anew when you mewl and your scent fills the air, just a little sweeter and softer. It seems he’s just pleased to know you’ll have a pup with him.

You walk back to your room, a little tired from everything as well as feeling this new little thing growing you. A real pup. It’ll all be worth it.

Bucky is quiet, as he helps you change into something comfortable, and tucks you both in. He sprays your pillow with the cologne, so you have Steve’s scent. It makes your stomach relax.

When you turn so you can peek up at him from beneath your blanket, you see him staring at the ceiling. An unmistakeable teardrop falls from the corner of his eye, as he blinks. It breaks your heart.

“Alpha,” you crow. “This is our pup. I love you.”

He smiles wetly, kissing your forehead.

“I love you, too. I’m sorry, I just… I was pretending our pup was mine, somehow.” Bucky’s voice trembles as he tries to play cool.

“But he is yours. They will be. Bucky, I’ve watched you fawn over pups since we were pups, ourselves. And maybe that’s been harder, because all the pups are in Tony’s pack, but you are still that same Alpha. Look how much you want this, and are here for me. You’ll be a great sire.” You reach out and wipe his tear track.

Bucky has taken care of you, so many times. But he usually faces his problems on his own. Even getting wounded, apparently.

“I love you. And I accept that this pup is a Founder pup, I’ll love them exactly the same. But I felt your scent change, and the bond echo, and I guess I got carried away. I really thought…” he blinks again, swallowing hard.

You tuck in against him, stroking your thumb over his cheek and stubble. The two of you sit in silence, knowing this is a difficult hurdle. If you had just waited to run into Steve…

Honestly, you’d thought it was Bucky’s, too, for a minute. There hadn’t been a delay in him sensing the pup, nor rejection of your scent. He has been very attuned, and he scents…

Wait.

Bucky scents of Sire.

That’s exactly the scent Steve had mixed with his own.

You frown, as you hear Bucky’s breath even out and he falls asleep. It’s been a bit of an emotional terror on him. But you have some questions for Bruce and Cho, in the morning.

Notes:

Oh boy, what do YOU think is about to happen???

Chapter 23: Soothing

Summary:

Omg okay here ya are
I have 2 days left off of work… if you guys comment enough maybe I’ll squeeze out two more chapters hahaha. I’m excited to share with you!

Thank you again Musje5 for beta reading

The nausea plagues you like a Beta with morning sickness. Bucky holds your hair, offers you ginger candy, and kisses your sweaty cheek. He tries to find safe foods and even starts a journal.

You adore Bucky’s scent, practically drinking it from the air. Your face is buried in his chest at the smaller scent glands there. But if he parts from you, even for a minute, your stomach churns.

The cologne helps, but you feel guilty when you use it. It doesn’t last the night, making you sick each morning. Bucky tries his best to help.

“If she keeps getting sick like this, it may delay your nesting down.” Cho tries not to scare you. It doesn’t work— you go pale at her words.

That means a longer period of a chance of losing your pup. Bucky’s scent immediately sours, and you know he won’t allow it. You probably also smell of worry and fright. No, Bucky can’t lose anything else, and neither can you.

“What medicine is there? We can’t lose this pup.” His voice is firm and fearless, but his scent betrays him.

Bucky holds your hand in his, trying to reassure you.

“Well, these are typically symptoms of an Omega who has lost the Sire or started unbonding while pregnant. In Founder pups, it usually helps just to keep the scent of the donor Alpha around.” She tries to answer helpfully, but Bucky stiffens beside you.

“He made a cologne of his scent. Shouldn’t that be enough? It’s on everything, even in our nest.” Bucky’s scent burns your lungs, the more anxious he grows. What if there’s something wrong, and it’s not about Steve’s scent at all?

“Everything looks fine as far as we can tell. But unless we can do a scan, we can’t check those elements.” Cho gestures to the Omega specialist doctor, who is on call for any of the pack members or workers in the building.

“That’s not traditional.” Bucky rumbles behind you. It’s said to interfere with the nesting down. Some view it as inauthentic for a Sire to nest down and solidify the bond after seeing a scan, because they shouldn’t need assistance in locating their pup in their bond.

“We aren’t able to look into more, Barnes. You are all three in perfect health, your bond is good, and we can recommend spending more time with your pack leader as it may calm both of you.” She gently reminds him that you cannot be stressed during this period.

Right.

This wasn’t what he wanted, and you know it. But Bucky takes a long breath, and kisses your cheek before allowing Cho and the specialist to leave. You sigh, feeling like this is all your fault.

“I’m sorry.”

“What? Why? I’m not upset with you, you’re carrying our pup.” Bucky sits and pulls you to stand between his knees. His eyes are soft, and his scent is mottled.

“But it’s hard. And complicated. And I don’t want you to feel like this is Steve’s.” You try to keep your voice even.

Bucky smiles, though there is a shine to his eyes. He looks genuinely happy.

“Hey, sweet girl. Steve has been my best friend my whole life. And yours. Spending time with him won’t make me feel any differently about our pup.” His hands settle on each of your hips. Thumbs gently move over your middle.

“Fuck, I love you.” You bend down and kiss him, grateful the world finally brought him back to you.

-

 

“Stevie?” You gently call out to your friend.

Steve looks up from his sketchbook, a smidge of worry in his features. He looks you over, and sees you hesitate to step into the pack area.

“Hey. You okay? Your pup?” You are almost dizzied at his soft scent wafting over. When your tummy swirls at the smell, Steve clears his throat.

Pregnancy is a journey and a half. You hope nesting down will calm things.

“We’re okay. Umm, how are you feeling about things?” You awkwardly sit with him, and Steve smiles. He seems so much more like the scrawny kid you remember, when he gets flustered.

“I’m happy you two will have a pup. Buck was such an ass about liking you, back then. And I saw how starry eyed he made you. And… you weren’t yourself, when we were found.” Steve speaks gently, like you could spook.

“Makes sense we were somewhat bonded. I felt like I was in a black hole.” You mumble and check your nails, avoiding his eye.

You’d had a pretty spectacular falling out. He’d begged you to stay, to talk to him, to figure out pack integration. But you’d been a void. Everything was hollow, and the loneliness was immense.

“Why couldn’t you stay? What made you say all those things?” Steve finally pushes you for an answer.

You’d seen the pack celebrating a mission. Steve hadn’t asked you, and everyone was so happy. Women from other packs were crowding Steve, ‘accidentally’ leaving scent cards, and he seemed fine with it. The other pack members were so pleased.

It wasn’t fair. You felt more and more estranged from the only things that made you feel at home. The technology, the education, the social norms, were all completely out of your wheelhouse.

Not one Alpha expressed interest in you. Even passively. Even drunken playboys didn’t say a word. You collected scentwear, soaps, cuffs, and tried more modern fashions that accentuated scents and looks. Still, you couldn’t make friends or find an Alpha to even date.

And you didn’t want any. As much as you felt lonely, the complicated social dance of meeting new people was worse. You recognized nothing, you had no super serum, no powers, no accolades, no pack, no purpose.

“I’m sorry I told you I hated you. And that I wish I died when you crashed the plane.” You haven’t had to discuss what happened, or what you said when he tried to accept you into the pack.

“Hey, I’m not guilting you. I just don’t want to make you feel that way again.” Steve envelopes you in his arms.

“You were all I had left of my life. And you… had all these Omegas, and a pack, and a job, and a life.”

“You told me you’d rather live on the streets. And you told me you were gonna get your glands removed, and wait for a Vampire to get you. Do you remember that?” Steve strokes your cheek as tears fall.

“No,” you reply quietly. “No. But that makes sense after how you responded to Bucky being at my apartment.”

Steve nods, tucking you under his chin. You hug him just as you did when he would go in to war. Just as you want to before each mission.

“You’re gonna be the sweetest mother. You took care of both of us. Bucky picked fights for me, and you patched us both up. And you loved your friend Myrtle like crazy. I know you’ll do that for your pup.” Steve rubs your back, and you melt into him.

Your attention changes, as you fill your lungs with his concerned and dominant scent.

“Why do both of you scent like Sire? Is my nose broken?” You straighten up and look at your friend. He tilts his head in a puzzled fashion.

“Bucky smells like a new Sire. They said he may not have a scent change, or it would be late in the pregnancy once the bond was solid. But you also smell like Sire. Do you think his hormones are weird? I… I feel sick whenever I’m apart from either of your scents.” You feel the knot in your throat that makes you aware you’re about to be sick.

“I don’t have any more experience than you do. Maybe it’ll make sense when you two nest down.”

You nod into his chest. It’s a little hard to focus on the relief of Steve’s scent when you are suffering the loss of Bucky’s. You groan when another damn wave of illness hits you.

Steve pulls away, calling Bucky and asking him to pick you up. You hum when you can hear Bucky’s voice on the phone, and scent Steve at your nose. It’s a nice blend.

When Bucky does arrive, you cling to him and he checks your temperature. Your nesting down is taking a long while. It usually happens around 8 weeks, but you’re at ten weeks now. Bucky has worried about what it could mean.

“Steve,” Bucky calls in anxiety. “What if something is wrong? What if that’s why we haven’t nested, and she feels so unwell?”

Steve watches you with a concerned face.

You know you’re afraid of the same. The constant tiredness and malaise has worn you down. A few times, you’ve even called in to work.

“Need both your scents.” You mumble into Bucky’s chest, just as he starts to scent you in an effort to help. You feel him stop a moment and look at Steve.

Steve scents one of your glands with his wrist, at an awkward angle. Bucky grooms the opposite gland, and you find all of the anxiety and nausea leaving you. Suddenly you are sleepy, but not exhausted or distressed.

“Let’s take ya to bed, Omega. Get some sleep, we can all talk in the morning.” Bucky takes your hand and guides you down the hall. Steve follows, and you flush a little at the way you are behaving in front of your best friends.

Bucky lays you down in the middle of the bed. You sigh loudly, with audible pleasure and relaxation. He climbs in on one side, and the weight of Steve is behind you.

“Is this alright? Do you feel better?” Bucky pulls you close, letting your leg hook between his as you love. Steve’s fresh scent is in your nest, in your Den, and mixes with Bucky’s.

Nodding, you can’t help but smile against his skin. It’s like a sleepover. A very complicated sleepover.

—

All night, you turn to breathe in whoever you need to. Bucky only growls once, when Steve absently tugs you toward him for a cuddle and it means you’re pulled away from your Alpha. He seems to be unbothered, however, and solves it by sandwiching you securely between them.

In the middle of the night, you feel someone groom your mating gland. You keen, naturally, feeling adored and relieved. Your eyes flick open, when you are a little more awake.

Bucky is watching you, but he’s not the one at your gland. His eyes are black, the veins around them inky as well. But he allows it.

Steve noses at your opposite gland, the one unmarked by Bucky. That makes your eyes fall back closed. Steve growls, lowly, which cures you of the anxiety that leaps into your throat.

You mewl, allowing your head to fall aside as his tongue flattens at your intimate gland. It’s hard to deny that this is making you feel better, dizzy in the best way, and… purring.

It’s involuntary, as all purring is. But you blush at yourself as if you’ve moaned in a crowded room. Being between Steve and Bucky in this way is making you purr like a machine.

“Sorry,” Steve murmurs.

“It’s alright. If this’ll help her and the pup stay safe, I’ll do it. And… I’m happy it’s with you. You’re a good pack leader, Steve.” Bucky smiles.

“You’re a good Alpha, Buck. I’ll be here however you need me.”

Your purr is deeper, stronger, when Bucky nuzzles you under his chin, and his hand grasps your thigh to swing over him. The weight of sleep reaches you, as the two Alphas see to your utter inundation of love and comfort.

 

“She’s still sleeping?” You hear Steve whisper early.

“Mostly,” Bucky chuckles. You’re still making a solid attempt to remain asleep.

“Should I… I can go. Maybe the specialist will have some medicine to help, or I can change the cologne.”

“It’s alright, Steve. It’s alright. I… I’m accepting that things will look a little different than expected. But I’m still happy, as long as she is.” Bucky’s voice lulls you as you rest.

You are happy. You’re pretty sure the pup is, too, if that’s possible. The nausea and irritation and soreness have disappeared and you feel connected to your own body again.

“I don’t want to upset your balance.”

“I actually feel better. It’s different, but not as strange as I thought. Just promise you won’t cut her off if she needs you.”

You swell with love for your Alpha. He just wants you to be okay. Bucky will be an excellent sire.

“I’ll be whatever you need. But if it’s my genetic pup, I don’t want to complicate you being their sire.” Steve shifts, stroking your arm in a comforting way.

“If she is stressed, she won’t carry. Rules of Omega. So, if this is what works for everyone, I’m alright. We can ask her when she’s more awake.” Bucky squeezes his arm that is wrapped around you.

“Maybe that’s why you haven’t nested down. Once you do, I can give you some space again.”

“If she needs you… during the nesting, Steve, if she needs both of us, will you be there?”

Your breathing stops and you wonder how they miss it.

Nesting down is strictly for a sire. Even Founder pups are always with your mated Alpha. It’s for bonding with your pup, and has a permanent effect on who the pup will scent of or bond to.

If Steve and Bucky are both nesting down with you, they will both be the sire of your pup.

Notes:

Okay…
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Where is this heading?
Still lots to explore about our incoming pup! What are our guesses now!?

Chapter 24: Nesting Down

Summary:

A little Bucky smut of course
Then nesting down!!!
Thank you again Musje5 for feedback

Steve takes to sleeping in your room at night. You try to keep it private, not sharing the events or the reasons.

Suddenly, you feel lighter and stronger and happier. The nausea vanishes, you finally sleep at night without boiling over. And you see a remarkable improvement in Bucky’s mood, when he stops stressing.

Steve is still all business outside of the room. He acts like nothing at all has changed, and you try to do the same.

“Wow. My friend at the army had a Founder pup, and she never scented of the Alpha like you scent of Steve,” Sam catches you at breakfast.

“Oh. Is that… bad?” You try to keep collected, immediately wondering if you should take off or go find one of them.

“No. It just hit me, when I walked in.” Sam laughs and pours himself coffee. You miss coffee.

Bucky arrives after his run, and you practically burst into a purr at the sight. He is sweaty, his hair is sticky and in disarray. The way his eyes light up when he sees you pouring syrup and sneakily keeping a palm on your belly, makes your heart leap.

“Hey, man, come with me. I miss seeing you guys, now you always turn in early.” Sam waves to you both.

“We can see you for lunch,” Bucky offers. “I gotta shower and I need to take care of my omega.”

He quickly kisses you, and you smile but keep your mouth firmly closed as you were eating your breakfast. You giggle at the way he is feeling this morning, picking up many high notes in his scent. Perhaps his sweaty scent is giving you a bit of a high, too.

Back in your room, your plates of food are set aside as his mouth moves hastily to yours. You moan, still highly sensitive. Right— you two haven’t had much alone time since you started feeling better.

“Alpha,” you crow.

“Need you.” Bucky unbuttons the clothes you only just sorted and dawned an hour ago. “Need your tight pussy, and your swollen tits.”

You are caught off guard by his desperation.
It’s hot a hell, when his fingers find their places.

“Alpha, I’m all yours. All yours.” You wrap your legs around him.

Bucky doesn’t even wait, pulling his cock out and giving himself a few pumps. His scent is musky, deep, and sultry.

“Again. Say it again.”

“All yours,” you say breathlessly as you reach for his length. The tip is soaked in his own precum, and you feel your core flutter around nothing.

Bucky presses into you, kissing you and nipping your lip. The sensation is incredible, because you are so much more sensitive inside. He bottoms out even faster than normal, and you whimper into his mouth as he adjusts your hips and legs.

“Good girl. Good Omega, full of my pup. Ya even realize you scented of both of us like crazy? Or the change in your scent as you swell with my pup?” Bucky thrusts slowly, testing your depths but making sure you’re comfortable.

Another pitiful whine falls from you, but your wetness paints your thighs and his base.

“Fuck, you’re showin’. Just a little. Just enough that I can tell. And these,” Bucky ducks to give a vicious suck to your peaks, “are dark. Soft.”

That action brings you close to climax all on its own.

You know you are looking like you’re bloated or had a big meal. But your breasts have definitely outgrown their home, and have been overly sensitive. Bucky loves the changes.

“Fuck, you’re wet. Slick, even outside of Heat.”

“Bucky, I’m close. Please.”

“So needy. Maybe you’ll need two Alphas.”

You both freeze after a moment, as the words sink in. Bucky grins shyly, kissing you when neither of you say anything. Is that really what he’d want?

“I love you. Don’t say anythin’ just yet. Just lemme fill ya up. You’re my Omega. Just lemme make you feel good.” He nibbles at your gland, hoisting your hips at a deeper angle and slowly building up again.

“Bucky…”

“Mmmm, could pop a knot you feel so good.” He shoves pillows under your hips, lifting you up and throwing a thigh over his shoulder. His one hand goes to tweak your nipple as his hips begin to drive into you.

His opposite hand drops to your tummy, then to your clit. The depth and wet sounds combine with his touches, and the changes in your body. You slam your eyes shut and sob through a powerful climax.

His perfect thrusts, insanely deep at this angle, drag your climax longer than you’ve ever had. Bucky folds back over you, holding you and biting your gland as he works toward his own release. The slick from you makes every drag of his cock euphoric.

“Yes, ‘Mega. Cum for me, pretty thing. Gimme our pup, lemme bite you all over. Lemme make sure you’re full, everywhere, even if it takes two Alphas. My pregnant fucktoy.”

You cry out at his words, admittedly excited that he has such filthy ideas.

“Gimme your pups like you would’ve back when we were young. Lemme be part of you.” Bucky pleads as he loses rhythm. You clench your centre around him, and he groans into your ear.

Both of you are blinded, sent into another world of love and pleasure. Lips lock over and over.

The door to your room is opened, while you are still both together, panting, and kissing.

“Sam thought maybe you two were nesting down— oh!” Steve freezes as he sees you both beneath the covers, you beneath Bucky’s body.

“Uh, no. Not nesting down…” Bucky makes sure you’re covered, and keeps a predatory eye on your friend.

Steve fumbles for the coat he just set down, and exits. Bucky returns to kissing you, as you nervously giggle away.

—

 

“That is the most happy you’ve ever seen that guy?” Sam elbows you over a late lunch.

You smile at Bucky, who took a lot of convincing to let you out of the nest. He’s speaking with Steve and Natasha, and you have been eating with Sam and Yelena.

“I mean, I knew him before everything went to total shit. So he has looked happy before, you know.”

“Nah, he’s got stars in his eyes. I’m happy for you two. And… it’s nice to see you feeling better.” Sam slings an arm over you, genuinely caring about your progress.

Emotional already, you feel tears spring to your eyes. What if you could tell the you from five years ago that you found Bucky and you are starting a family?

“Hey,” Bucky comes over as he feels your emotions change. “Everything alright?”

“I’m good. Happy. But, I sort of feel like I weigh 1000 pounds. Think I’m tired.” You feel like nothing would be better than a massage and a nap.

“Really?” Bucky whispers.

“Yeah, I think I ate too much for lunch. Pup growing makes me tired.”

“Heavy. Tired. How do you feel when I ask you to nest?” Bucky asks lowly and straight into your ear.

You feel like an invisible tether is being yanked from you to your nesting egg. Sam smirks when you smile.

“You’re killin’ me. The pack has some scent items for you both, if it will help you nest down.” Sam ushers you both off.

But you can’t go. It feels like a force field keeps you from your nesting egg. Your pup seems to spin in your bond, you can tell even Bucky can feel it.

“It’s alright,” he coos to you. You know your scent has turned anxious. “I’ll get Steve. If you’re okay.”

You feel instant relief at the thought of both of them being with you. The tension falls from your middle. The pup seems to calm a bit.

Both of you slowly re-enter the dining area. Bucky doesn’t want to stray from you. Before he can quietly gather Steve, you find yourself calling to him. He turns, a bit wide eyed, and you feel all eyes on you.

“The pup… might be best if you nest down.” Bucky awkwardly words it.

Steve nods, as Natasha raises a brow. He leans down and hugs you tight, like this is the most exciting news. Nobody says a word, but you enjoy his embrace, while holding Bucky’s hand.

Nesting down is intimate, but not normally sexual. It is odd to have Steve involved. Nobody says that, however.

Bucky pulls you tight, kissing you soundly as he walks you back to the room.

Steve trails dutifully behind. He closes the door as the three of you enter. The nesting egg will be a tight fit for three, especially because Steve is no longer small. It’s only meant for two.

Surprisingly, Bucky sits straight away. He’s only in his boxers, and you feel a blush over your body. You feel him remove your bottoms, easily. The top slides from your shoulders easily, and you fold into his lap.

Your nose immediately dives to his gland, like a magnet. Steve squeezing in behind you hardly registers, as Bucky grooms your gland and your eyes flutter closed. His fingers splay over your middle, as the scents mix in the small space.

Steve’s touch is electric on the opposite side. His tongue flattens and drags over your matte skin. You sit up properly, Bucky’s hands still on your middle, and nuzzle at Steve’s glands.

The mix of scents makes you feel high. You feel yourself half-dazedly start to snuggle into both of them. The area around you is so soft you feel like you’re on a cloud.

“Let us find our little pup.” Bucky murmurs into your ear before you fade too far.

When you feel his palm warm below your navel. You feel Steve’s hand awkwardly angle itself to the same space. Between them both, you feel so close.

You swoon when you feel Bucky kiss your cheek reassuringly. The world seems to echo around you, just a black galaxy and your bond to your Alpha. For hours, it seems the three of you groom each others glands, hold each other tight, and wait for your pup to show.

There is a string of stars between you and Bucky.

One burns bright. Impossibly, so. But then you see a similar strand, next to it, in your heart. It leads to Steve.

The same location on each strand glows with a great fire. Your pup. Connected to Bucky and to Steve. It brings a smile to your features.

“Two?” Bucky whispers.

“Two!” Steve returns.

You realize it’s not one pup, intersecting both Alphas. It’s two unique sparks in the galaxy you envision. Two life forces, attaching to your bond.

“Bucky,” you weep. “Bucky, one is your pup!”

He is sobbing, pulling you straight into his body. Your thighs are on either side of his, and he hugs you with the full length of his arms. His tears run with yours, like liquid love overflowing.

“We made a pup. We all did.” Bucky kisses you a thousand times, on your lips and eyes and forehead, between hugs.

You nod, gladly. Two brand new life forces are inside your body. Somehow, with all of the fertility medications, and the IUI, you’ve made two pups. One of each.

“It’s not too… complicated?” You ask Bucky as Steve holds you easier around your middle, still exploring his bond.

“I… I can be whatever we need. Pups are raised so communally anyway. If you both don’t mind, I’d like to be here. This feels amazing.” Steve prods his pups tether, growing.

It’s all exciting. Bucky presses his lips to yours, hands cupping your face. He lets you turn back, resting your spine against his chest. Everyone’s hands are on your middle, focused on deepening their bonds.

You fall into an off-meditative state together, fully scented and wrapped into a little nesting ball. Nothing seems to change in your room for ages. The warmth of both Alphas simply melts their bodies as one into yours.

Soon enough, your joints start to ache. Even your head aches. But out of the darkness is a soft, tender kneading. Sweet, healing movements ease the increasing pain.

“Calm, Omega. We’ll take care of you. Let us help.” Bucky lays his lips down your neck, letting his warm breath make you feel better.

“Hurts,” you whimper.

The Alpha sides are activated by your emotional complaint. Bucky immediately rubs your neck and shoulders. Steve tucks your face in to his gland, then takes your hands and massages them.

“Cramps.” You feel your body adjusting to the new little pups growing inside of you. It’s something you’d had time to google, but not really ask about.

Bucky twists you again, leaning you back against Steve. His mouth moves down your body, before he gently bites your tummy. The soft glow from his healing salve helps.

“Such a pretty Doe. Beautiful mother. Growin’ my pup.” Bucky groans into your skin.

“Two. Couldn’t imagine our families finding out back then.” Steve smiles, running fingers over your joints.

Twins. You love the two little sparks inside. Starlights.

Before you can get all of the pains, you know there’ll be more help needed. Bucky skates his hands up your thighs, and Steve rubs your scalp. It helps you not feel like crash and burning.

The next day, you wake to more complaining muscles and bones. Bucky doesn’t even give you a chance to say much, he must feel it from your bond. The pups scream loudly for their respective sires.

Bucky licks into your mouth, growling when you start feeling anxious due to the adjustments. Your hips and ligaments are also changing.

Steve takes care of your snacking whenever things get more intense. Bucky bites your gland, and snarls briefly when you scent of slick and desire. It doesn’t last long, as Bucky changes the way he’s assisting your nesting, but it’s endearing.

The two take care of every ache, every whimper, and every sadness. You preen, and smile, and sigh. Bucky whispers constant promises about your pups. Steve holds you in every way he can, and you hardly notice the intimacy of it.

Steve’s touch is always gentle. He coaxes you where to be, and mouths at whatever gland he can. Your chest is marked with little pink spots, where he spends just a fraction too much attention at different places.

Bucky massages your breasts, hand wedged beneath the cups. They’re aching and needy, and you blush bright red because you’re facing Steve as Bucky does so. Steve’s ears turn red around his army cut hair, and he closes his eyes as he kisses your wrists.

“Pretty girl. Comfortable?” Bucky chuckles against your neck as he removes his hands from your bra. The touch of the fabric and wire almost burns you.

Skin sensitivity. Great. Everything feels like it’s made of sandpaper and peroxide. Bucky must be able to tell that this is the stage you’ve hit.

There’s slightly less throbbing in your bones, but now you whimper at the feel of a tag, or some of the fabrics that are in here. You rapidly search for each piece of fabric and rip it out, reaching to test each item Bucky tries to replace it with.

But what really rubs you raw is your own clothing. You’d chosen a matching and flattering set of essentially lingerie. It had been what you wanted to share with Bucky, before Steve had been required.

The lace and wires and hooks and straps are unbearable. Your overly sensitive flesh would feel less assaulted by knives.

“Bucky,” you cry.

“It’s alright. Here, here, lemme help. Keep ya covered in this— this soft enough?” Bucky draws an impossibly soft blanket around your lower body.

“Yes.” It sounds orgasmic as you say it, and Bucky smiles childishly again.

“Face me. Good girl. Chest to chest.” Bucky softly praises and draws you to him. His fingers remove your bra, and he pulls your body to squish to his.

Once wrapped in your blanket from your midsection down, he deftly tears your panties and removes them. You’re meant to nest down naked, for maximum scent and contact.

Most pairs don’t end up having sex, but the intimacy of this is still required. You bury close to Bucky, even if Steve can’t see anything, you know your scent is much thicker in the air.

There’s a sensation of fingers drawing on your back. It gives you gooseflesh and makes you groan. The art feels aimless, but knowing Steve, he’s painting some picture on your skin.

It feels amazing.

Any time you finally rest, you lean fully into your Alpha. But when you wake, you can always feel Steve making patterns on your body wherever is safe to reach.

His wrist gland slides over your skin. His arm wraps around your waist. His chest presses to your back. Which squishes you to Bucky, who loves it.

They both take care of every square inch of you.

By the day your nesting down is over, you realize you scent entirely of both of your longest friends. Steve grooms your gland again, and you keen loudly at the sensitive affection.

Involuntarily, you stretch your neck and feel your body stretch and rock between his and Bucky’s. Bucky gathers your hair, behind you, gently tugging. He nibbles at your glands as you moan.

This mixed scent is the only way you feel you’ll ever breathe again. And now, your pups will have markers from both sires. Maybe you’re a surrogate for Steve’s first pup, moreso than he is a Founder.

“Twin pups,” Bucky repeats. “Let’s get you a scan, now that everything is over.”

You nod emphatically, excited to see your twin pups on a scan at last. But both Sires are now glued to you, so it might be exciting.

Notes:

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Chapter 25: Hot Hot

Summary:

I had zero intention of this happening.
I actually had more accidental Steve reader chem in my What You Want fic but this round I’m giving in, idk.

I really hope you enjoy! Next chapter is from Bucky’s POV.
Musje5 got me to add this Steve part ;)

There are two pups on the scan. Bucky holds your hand, kissing the back. He asks a dozen questions about his vampiric genes, and is relieved to hear that they wouldn’t be a factor.

He functioned similarly to humans just long enough to be a viable Sire. You’re unsure if it would ever be safe to try again.

Steve seems unable to look away. He watches the screen raptly, and you find it impossibly sweet. Before helping with conception, they’d made certain none of Steve’s original ailments would be passed on.

“Look at that. They’re so small.” Bucky helps you clean off your tummy, as the image loops.

“I’m gonna be the size of a house.”

“Omegas can carry multiples easier than Betas. And we will make sure you are very comfortable,” Bucky promises.

The term ‘we’ still feels a little strange. But your pups stars grow brighter and warmer at the words.

“I feel them. It’s so different than I thought, when we were young.” Steve glides his thumb over your wrist gland, and you get butterflies.

The pups absolutely fill you with joy every time either of them scent you.

—

No.
No no no no no.

You have been feeling amazing for the last several weeks. Finally, you’ve been able to spend time alone and be at work without trouble. Bucky and Steve have been taking missions opposite each other.

But Bucky left yesterday for an assignment in Asia. And you clearly hadn’t been graced with the few days worth of warning you usually get for your Heats. It’s just… happening.

Picking up your phone, you dial Bucky. He must sense your urgency through your bond, because he answers before it rings.

“Bucky, what do I do?” You anxiously beg him to have a magic answer.

“Breathe. Breathe. Find Steve, he’s Pack Leader so even without the pup, his scent should help you relax. I’ll get on the jet right now.” He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself just as much as you.

“I’m scared this heat will cause me to stress out. I… I have panic attacks, sometimes, when I Heat alone. It won’t be good for the pups.” Your voice trembles.

Bucky knows this isn’t good. You know it, too, but you couldn’t imagine losing two pups you’ve waited this long for.

“We will be okay, Doll. Steve will help. Can you call him?” He’s so soft, so wonderful.

You groan as you ask Friday to call. Relief floods you, as Friday confirms Steve will come up. Bucky is speaking to you, but your body clenches as another wave hits you.

One hand scruffs the shirt you’re wearing over your tummy. The uncomfortable tug of your belly makes you gasp, scared it will cost you your pups. Bucky says a dozen gentle words of comfort.

“Please. Bucky I need help.”

Steve practically busts down your door, collecting you to his gland quickly. You almost cry, hopeful that nothing will go wrong in such a short time. He hugs you like he always did when you got hurt defending him, or chasing after Bucky.

“I’m here,” Steve calls into the phone. He slowly drags his wrist glands over your neck, which elicits a little moan.

“Steve… Steve, check the pups. Keep her scented, there is a bin of my clothing under the bed.” Bucky’s voice kills you, and the scent of Steve’s throat at your nose helps.

“What if…”

“Yeah, Stevie. If she needs it— if she agrees. I’ll be home in 15 hours.” Your gut twists, hearing all of this.

Bucky is quiet. Or gone. You don’t know, but you hope not to make him uncomfortable. The scents… cuddles… it should all be enough.

Steve wraps you into the nest, before you suffer a cramp. Fuck. It makes you whimper against his flawless matte skin.

“Omega.” Oh, fuck, he’s never ever called you that. Especially not in that tone. “Easy. Easy, for the pups. Is it worse than usual?”

If it gets too severe, you’ll need medical assistance. Right? What else can be done? You’ll be embarrassed enough with Steve holding you as you whine and wiggle and drip with Heat.

“It’s just less warning. So hard. And… Buck is gone.” You slot your body deep against his. It feels safe.

Everything becomes muddled. The only air you can breathe scents of Steve. His careful but intimate hold of you will need to be more, soon, because your thighs absolutely roar.

“Omega, relax as long as you can.” That’s his Pack Leader tone. It urges you to do as told.

Steve huffs against your gland, mixing your scents without intimate contact. You stretch against him, a hum resonating at the touch of your skin. But you think of Bucky, and your middle clamps again.

“Omega…” Steve repeats it in your ear.

You can’t help but nuzzle him sweetly. Begging his approval. Steve slowly hovers with his warm exhales over your gland.

Both pups have his scent markers… they should be appeased by Steve’s presence. But pheromones are swirling chaotically.

“It’s okay, ‘Mega. It’s alright. Want me to talk to ya?” Bucky’s voice finally comes back from speakerphone. It helps with the stress.

“Mmmmm,” you whine at your Alpha’s voice.

“Good girl. Good Omega, doin’ what’s needed for our pups. I’m 12 hours from home.”

How had that much time passed? You must have been so swept up in scenting and Heat, you had no idea what was happening.

“I love you. Ya need to let Steve help. Okay?” Bucky nudges you to wind down.

“But it’s not you,” you whine. It feels wrong to allow someone else into this role. You know what Bucky wants, but you don’t want to pressure Steve or for your Alpha to have regrets.

“Our pups need an Alpha. You need an Alpha, alright? If you feel uncomfortable, I don’t know what to do, but you’re going to be unwell shortly. I don’t want you to lose our precious pups.” Bucky’s words float in and out of your mind.

“Steve?” You nuzzle close to him, lapping at his chin glands. Pack Leader… his scent quells you. The pups start to shine bright again.

“Hey, Kid. It’s alright. I’ll take care of you, if you’re alright. Promise.” Steve strokes the sticky strands of hair off your forehead.

The heady, musky scent of Alpha permeates your brain. It makes your mouth water and your core clench, even if it’s not Bucky. The scents have blurred in your bond.

Your fingers shake, but become bold as they reach Steve’s shirt. It needs to come off. Now.

Steve moves slowly, combing his fingers into your hair. It’s then, you realize Bucky is on a video call. He looks worried, but can see that you’re being helped.

As Steve lifts your hips, he watches you strip your top off. He pulls you to be seated in his lap, with only his briefs in the way. Strong arms wrap your mid spine, and you blush at Steve kissing the valley between your breasts.

All sensibility is gone from your mind. Bucky is whispering encouragement and Steve slowly tries to cool you off. But your hands find the elastic of his underwear, and suddenly you’re on top of him and both bare.

Bucky snarls into the mic, eagerly. He is probably feeling his own desperation and wants to be with you. Steve… he could be starting a rut, right now.

“It’s alright. I can use my fingers. I can go to isolation when Buck gets home. We can go slow.”

That won’t work. Even his caring offers are making your body double its drive. Seeing his hard cock slap his belly makes you wild.

“No knotting.” The slur takes just a moment to make sense to Steve. His cock twitches as you shift above him.

Bucky silently watches you as you lay your cheek on Steve’s chest. You listen to the speedy rhythm, frowning as it makes your own blood rush. There’s no doubt you’re connected, right now.

“Ok. No knotting, but you gotta be sure. If I start a cycle with you, we may not be safe to stop.” Steve strokes your chin to try to keep you focused. His hand falls to your slightly swollen tummy, and you’re a goner.

Your lips meet Steve’s and he groans. The nauseating sweat of your body remains, and you mewl knowing what has to happen. He guides your hips to his, and lets you stay in control.

Bucky would never. He would make sure every inch of you was seen to, and that you didn’t have to do more than think of it. Steve is trying to let you have a thread of autonomy.

Kissing Steve… never something you thought you’d do. He’s giving you comfort, support, and affection. He knows you need it, and that you’re stressed.

“Alpha, please. Tell me what to do.” You need him to tell you to submit. You need reassurance. He gently grooms your gland, thumbing at the other one, before stretching back up to kiss you, slowly, like he really needs you to know he’s here to help.

“You can submit, Omega. Submit, for me.” It’s too soft to be a command, but it is enough to help.

You reach down to tug at his length, and his whole body quivers. There is precum at the tip, and you wonder what it would have been like to conceive your pups with him this way.

Steve’s head falls as you feel another cramp and realizes you need to pull the trigger.

“Good girl, such a good Omega. Take care of your Alphas and their pups, okay?” Bucky sounds just as much a wreck as you are.

Your eyes flick to the phone, and you see his face slack with pleasure. The sound of him pleasing himself is enough to make you needier. He’s not likely getting off on sharing, but his rut is probably hitting him.

With that, you notch Steve at your entrance and sink down. Your slick helps him glide in, and you involuntarily clench around him. He gasps at the feel, and you let your head fall back.

“Fuck!” You curse when Steve juts his hips upward and you feel him bottom out.

“Y’okay? We can stop…” Steve clenches his hands in the sheets.

You fall to his chest, breathless and needing more. It’s sizzling through your body. Every hair on your body stands on end as you feel the smooth plateaus of Steve’s chest and abs against you.

At a loss for words, you lift and sit back down. Just like with Bucky, everything feels swollen. It’s a bit uncomfortable, masked by the intense pleasure of a pregnancy Heat.

Steve’s hands move to your ass, cupping and squeezing and feeling the flesh. You absently wonder if he has ever considered this. Admittedly, you’d like to think he has found you attractive. It’s nice to think such a wanted, handsome, man you were so close with considers you beautiful.

Your hips move, instinctively. Steve’s jaw falls slack at the rotation.

“Fuck, Omega… can see why Bucky does this every day.” Steve huffs a chuckle and squeezes your backside again.

Bucky growls into the mic, but seems distracted by his approaching rut and the flight home.

“Don’t cum in her. And no knot.” His voice is gravelly and low.

“C’mon, Buck. She’s already full o’ me.” Steve grins as he tips your jaw up, so you finally look into his eyes.

Again, Bucky growls more like a lion than wolf and it even makes his eyes turn black. You look back to Steve, and he turns you to be beneath him. The little fire in your belly starts to blaze. Yes. Alpha should be in control.

“Be good, Omega. I’ll be home soon.” Bucky turns away from the camera, trying to focus back on flying. “Submit.”

That word from your Alpha makes you melt and whine. Slick coats Steve thoroughly as your body calls to him to move. It helps you not stress or concern yourself with Bucky.

Steve captures your lips again, and you cry into it. Hips move to crush yours, his body smooth against your front. It’s languid, a rhythm unlike Bucky’s but extremely deep and natural.

Your knees lift, one leg hooking around him. His cock drags against your walls, and it makes you turn to liquid. The instant he starts testing your depths, you want to scream.

No one has ever done it but Bucky. It’s regular in rut, but feels a million times more intimate. This is Steve. You’re fucking Steve…

Steve is instinctively checking how deep he can bury his knot. His mouth sucks at your skin as you moan loudly at the realization. Every move he makes is sweet, sultry, and caring. Very Steve.

“Tell me when you’re ready to cum. I’ll help you.” He sounds like the wind was knocked out of him pretty hard.

“Now,” you eke out. It’s stealing your breath as the edges of your vision go black.

His thumb moves to your clit, opposite hand resting on the side of your newly swollen belly. That movement strikes you, urging so much from inside of your body.

“Yes, please. Yes… yes… fuck, yes.” The words fall as a litany.

“So pretty when you’re like this. Fall apart for me. Show me how you cum for Bucky.”

Your eyes slam shut, a ringing in your ears comes. An unreal high starts to make you keen. This feels so different, the way his hips roll and the words he says. He also hasn’t bitten you once, not even a nip.

Rapidly, Steve disappears from your space. As you blink back to cognizance, you hear Steve groan into the pillows beside you. His head is turned, as you watch the motion he uses on himself.

Sticky ropes spread vigorously over his stomach and chest. His head tips back, and he bites the pillowcase. That’s hot.

“Uh, you alright? I have fruit.” He shyly reaches for his underwear and places them back on.

“It’s early. I’m tired, growing two pups,” you nuzzle at him for the scent. He wipes his body down with a cloth, before checking over you.

“Alright.” Steve sweeps your hair back and tucks you under the covers. “But I gotta take care of you until Buck gets here.”

You feel your eyelids grow heavy. This feels much more like early Heat.

When you wake up next, it’s to the drowning scent of worried Alpha. Bucky’s home.

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STEVE POV
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You smell amazing. You’ve always smelled nice, so breezy and sweet. But he’s drinking down your Heat pheromones, knowing you accepted his Founder pup. And Bucky isn’t here…

He calls Bucky just to make sure he has tried. If anything has to escalate, he needs to make sure he has tried his hardest.

“Omega…” the second time he says it, he feels a surge of pride. Like you’re his.

He knows you’re not. And he knows when all of this is over, you’ll be with Bucky as your bonded pair. But right now, you’re in the fetal position in his arms and doused with Heat hormones.

Steve tries to scent you as much as he can, and hears Bucky trying to talk you down. His hand rests on your side, thumb making circles in hopes you quell you. Then, he realizes there’s a small swell right where his thumb traces.

His heart squeezes. He has a pup in there.

Growing up, he’d always known you were meant for Bucky. The two of you were tortured over each other. But you were his best friends, and you always made it work.

As an Alpha, after the serum, he had wondered if you’d ever come to him. Bucky toyed with almost every Omega but you, trying to pretend the distance between your hearts was unproblematic. It felt inevitable that you would need help with your Heats eventually.

But you never did. Even Howard hadn’t been asked. And then no one cycled in the war, the stress too high for pups to be a thought while in battle zones.

Steve lets out a shaky breath after everyone is consenting. You’re his friend. Friends can do this. Alphas and Omegas have been mutual, without pairing.

Fuck. But your bare body does something to him. The way you tug his underwear from him makes him shiver. Maybe if you were a stranger, or a one night stand, this would be different.

You’re Bucky’s. The world seems to have breathed life into every particle of your being, just for Bucky. The two of you always matched. But feeling you against him, scenting your nurturing smell with his pup inside, maybe a part was made for him, too.

When Steve lowers you onto his length, he feels like he is spearing you open. Your walls hug him tight, and they feel like velvet. It steals his breath and chokes him.

“Submit.”

The word echoes in his ears for much longer than it should. It’s such a powerful word, and you just do. You fall to pieces, welcoming Steve into your very depths at the word.

His hips rut into you, driven by pent up Rut instincts. As he sinks deeper and deeper, his head spins with the sound of you. His vision is white as his body begs to knot you, to fill you, and to praise you for carrying his pup.

Those instincts are engrained, even if he knows you are Bucky’s.

The base of his cock starts to flare, and he knows he needs to keep a handle on this. Your entrance is tight, massaging every ridge of him. The pinch of your brow and gasp of your pleading words makes him aware that you’re ready.

There’s so much slick, he has to hold one hand around his knot to keep from entering you as he thrusts deeper and faster. It makes him grit his teeth with a cracking pressure.

“Show me how you cum for Bucky.” Those are the only words he hears himself say through the train roaring sound that fills his Rut-filled senses.

And you do. Everything trembles, your hands clutching his skin and muscles. Steve kisses you again, filling himself with all of your exhalation.

When you stop wriggling beneath him in the throes of your orgasm, he has to roll over. His fist pumps his knot a few more times, listening to the lulling keens. Your silken walls, your pregnant belly, your body receiving every push and pull.

His hand and body are dirtied as he turns his head into a pillow, biting the case viciously and roaring his release. Fuck, his knot needed a home. The image of being locked to you overwhelms him.

He’s unsure how Bucky will feel about all this when he finally returns.

Notes:

Thoughts!? I’m very eager!

Chapter 26: Double Trouble

Summary:

Omg!!! Thank you all for your patience. It is a super long super smutty chapter so I really hope it is worth the wait.
Thanks again to Musje5 who made sure I wasn’t totally flunking this intimate scene.

Bucky POV
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Nobody even attempts to stop him as he runs down from the landing pad. He feels you growing needy and worried again. He knows this has all become very complex very quickly.

He’s eager to be with you. Aside from your Heat, he hates being apart and not being the one taking care of you. But if the world ends, he can’t spend his life with you, either.

Storming into the room, he sees Steve and freezes. Right, another Alpha. One who also gave you a pup.

Steve backs off, trying not to ignite any baser responses. But he’s in rut, and Bucky is, too. Bucky can tell he has been trying desperately not to seek you out again, but it doesn’t change that you’d been with him once.

“Is she alright?”

“Yeah, I’ve kept her sleeping since… but she should wake with you here.” Steve tucks a sheet around himself from the nest.

Bucky kneels to groom your gland, and you seem to perk up. His hand smooths over your belly, peeking out from all the fabrics. You moan and stretch, so he can access your neck more.

“Alpha.” Your whine spills into his ears.

“Omega. I’m here. Good girl, our pups are strong. I feel them.” He kisses your lips. You keen again, suddenly a thousand degrees and swallowed by fog.

Bucky can feel the sparkle of your bond, with two bold additions.

“Need you.”

He smiles wolfishly at that. It’s what he has yearned to hear since beginning. Even with Steve around, you still need him. It feels good.

“Lemme scent you,” he asks. He watches as you pull back the blankets, and pull into him. He nibbles up your neck, licking into your mouth when you kiss him.

“Hurts. Everything hurts.” You whine next to his ear. He knows your whole body must be aching, to go several hours without much. It’s wrong, but he does feel a swell of pride.

“I’m here, now. I’ll take care o’ ya.” He smoothly moves to be above you. Steve gasps at the behaviour when Bucky leans down and claims a nipple in his mouth, fingers dipping into your slick.

“So full o’ me. Makes your tummy swell…” he traces the curve of your abdomen, feeling your muscles twitch beneath his fingers. You know the scent of your desire is everywhere, and you haven’t taken a knot.

“Fuck, did ya miss me when you were full of Steve? Did you wish you could have your Alpha?” His chest is a sour mix of possessive rage and jealousy.

“Please,” you cry when he deftly avoids your centre.

“Beg for me, baby. Tell me how you need your real Alpha.” He circles your nipples, touching nowhere near where you need.

“Yes, Alpha. Alpha, knot me.”

Fuck, if his own instincts don’t destroy him right then. His rut has been tearing at him, and he helped himself just enough that he could get to you.

Steve is still here, and you will likely need him. Bucky snarls as he clicks his teeth in your ear, pulling your hips up. He sinks into you, grunting at the way your walls hug him.

There is no tenderness, no waiting. He needs you. His Omega is full with his pup, and you need him. Bucky buries as deep as he can, not withdrawing before renewing the force behind him. He feels how soaked the sensitive, matte, skin is, and knows you will welcome his knot like never before.

“Oh, good girl.” His abs cramp as he tries not to slam into you too hard. “Gotta make sure you get rounder for us.”

Steve lets out a choked moan at his words. Bucky smirks, knowing his friend is in Rut and listening to everything he says that makes you keen. He did fuck you, after all, and Bucky wants to make sure you’re still his.

Bucky rolls his hips, the muscles in his back pulling and adjusting as he moves against you, purposely pursuing every one of your favourite spots. His hands catch yours, keeping you from touching yourself.

His fangs throb, until he sinks them into your skin. There’s no way Steve did this, and he knows it. You bury your fingers in his hair, and he can scent the slick you offer at his bite.

Slick enough for a knot. His knot, because Steve didn’t knot you. He can tell, because you’re falling apart and needing him. The nest wreaks of Steve, but he knows you well enough to know you didn’t accept him that way.

“Bite me,” he requests. His fangs remain down, desiring to claim you over and over. But more, he wants you to break his one gland again. If he had a second gland, he would ask you to mark that, too. To double bond to him, no matter the risks.

“Bucky?” You clear from your thick haze.

Bucky clacks his teeth by your ear, encouraging you to stay relaxed beneath him. You moan softly at the gesture, and he knows you enjoy the dominance. It can be very soothing and comforting, but also in your Heat, it makes both of you feel warm.

He hears Steve pleasing himself, and growls at both of you. If he intended to send Steve away, he would definitely be pissed. But he is intrigued to have him here, given the situation.

You feverishly kiss at his left side, where the removed gland is. He grows desperate and arrhythmic as he feels your teeth gently scrape at the marred flesh. He considers marking your second gland, the image making him more feral.

Bucky flips, you in his lap as he thrusts from below. He thinks it’s less dominant, but not with you. The instincts still feel like he is dominating, as he controls your hips and thrusts even deeper than he previously was. His rough treatment of your cervix makes your brow pinch, but your slack jaw ensures him you are riding high.

He plunges you roughly and deeply onto his length, nearing pain every time he bottoms out too hard. But it’s perfect, and his hands brutally grip your hips and sides, adjusting depending on how he wants you. The movements and grabs viciously change, like he is trying to make you take him even deeper than possible.

You tug his hair and he nips the peak of your breast, before leading a sharp path to your gland. He listens to the catch of your breath when the line of pain and pleasure is crossed a number of times. You keep pulling for more, so he moves his hands to soften a touch and stroke the sides of your small belly.

Teeth sink deep into your neck, he can feel the way your muscles tense and twitch. His knot is swollen, he feels the drip of you down it, and he rolls his hips upward as he pulls you down. The pressure of your core wrapping his knot is blinding and sucks the wind from his lungs. He feels you accept his entire knot inside, locking with him there, and he finally breathes again as he pours his essence within you.

“Fuck,” he grunts indelicately. You collapse into him, letting him lick your skin and lap at your neck. Your gorgeous hormones taste like wine on your flesh. His hands swirl more over your tummy as your climax wears off and your abdominal muscles flutter into relaxation.

Steve’s own climax follows shortly, and Bucky pulls you close as if to cover you. He knows this Heat will be outside of his wildest dreams. Starting by making sure you’re all his, does make him feel less reactive to another Alpha being present.

“Wow.” You squish closer to Bucky and run your hands down his hair, neck, and back. He smiles like a fool, seeing you so blissed out and locked to him. Full of his pup… god, he loves thinking of that.

When his scent and hormones flair, you grow dizzy and needy. The same happens to him, when you get second winds. Right now, the air is full of all three of your scents, and Bucky feels white hot desire. It would appear that everyone does.

Steve hastily returns to the bed when Bucky pulls the nest cover back. The scent of him makes Bucky’s fangs ache again, and you whimper as you turn your nose to Steve. Jealousy washes over him, but he knows this is because you have Steve’s pup.

“Hey. Baby, do you need scenting?” He watches your eyes flutter shut at the suggestion.

“Yeah,” you smile shyly.

Bucky dives to groom your mating gland, and Steve slowly moves in to the opposite. You tighten around his knot, and Bucky purrs at the feel. Love permeates his body and flows into yours. Hands touch your swell, and you start to purr as well.

Steve is vibrating, stroking your body. Bucky runs fingers down your spine, and rocks his hips again.

“Mmmm, my perfect Omega. So tight around my knot. Did ya make Stevie here pull out? Torture him through early Rut with your perfect pussy?” Already, he’s dominating and thrilled.

To his surprise, your eyes grow wet and your lip trembles. Distracted from his heated teasing, Bucky stops to swipe his thumbs over your tears as Steve stops pumping himself and watches.

“Did I hurt you? Pretty girl, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rough, I should have checked—”

“Do you hate me?”

Shattered, he kisses you like the press of cotton in your lips. Never. Never, would he hate you.

“My Omega, no. We have enough love to give a little to our pack leader and best friend. Is that what scares you?” Bucky catches his breath, unaware how much it took from him to kiss you so deeply.

“I can just scent the nest, and leave?” Steve tries to give you an option.

This brings real tears to your eyes. Bucky slips from your heat, ignoring the wet spot and curling around you. It’s weird, it’s complicated, but it’s temporary. And it’s not as difficult as he feared.

“Would it help if you don’t need to be away from either of us? We could… work together on you. Take of ya. Would it help?” Bucky can tell you’re torn about needing all the scents and touches, but not wanting to leave his grasp.

Nodding, you blink as he sweeps his thumbs again. He dips to kiss your red cheeks, followed by peppering kisses to your middle.

Bucky moves lower; attracted by the heat. Your little shuffle of your hips makes him smile. Pregnancy heats are so different. Steve lets out a surprised sound as you pull him to kiss you, and that prompts Bucky to want to stake his claim again.

“This okay?” He can barely ask, but needs to. Nothing is hotter than when you want it.

As soon as you nod and hook your leg around Bucky’s shoulder, he feasts at your centre. His hands squeeze at your middle, reminding him of what your body is doing for him.

“Good girl,” he hears from Steve. It makes him flush with pride. His girl is being good for his pack leader… he can get behind that.

It doesn’t take long before you are squeezing his head with your thighs, and moaning into the room. If he can take the nerves and upset away, he will. His tongue swirls around your clit, and fingers work around you.

“Bucky?” You call to him to get him back up.

“Hey, Omega. I love you. Love you so much. Are you alright?” It is all he wants to hear.

You pull at him, but also at Steve.

“Need both? It’s alright, we can both help.” His ego flares inside, feeling threatened and a little insecure. Many years had gone by where you had Steve and not him.

“For someone so quiet, these days, your Alpha sure talks a lot in the bedroom.” Steve smirks and cups your breast. Bucky growls as he sees how soft and round you look under his friends touch.

“And Stevie says nothin’ at all. Maybe you gotta be real good for us, and we can get him to curse.” Bucky nips your lip before sliding his tongue along yours.

When you’re dazed, soft, and fingers woven into the pillow beneath Steve’s head, he lets you go. There is something he wants to do.

Immediately, you gravitate over to the other Alpha. Bucky watches your hand move beneath the fabrics, and Steve’s eyes slam shut. An Alpha who hasn’t made solid use of his rut…

He knows he has to share, at least for your Heat. There’ll be no removing Steve, now, and you could be distressed if he left.

“Try harder. I know my Omega is so sweet, so good for me, I never stop makin’ noise. Let him know why.” Bucky purrs each word into your ear, as he thinks of how he will show off his claim later.

You really are his world. If he gets to show you off a little, then make you all his, so be it.

Bucky smooths a gland guard over your free gland. He watches as you move slowly, but with determination, and Steve’s lip curls into a snarl. The blonde turns to face you, and kisses you like he needs to taste every part.

Still, he makes no sound. Bucky bites your shoulder as he feels your skin and muscle move to accept Steve’s kiss. His fingers slip down. They greet your wet, sensitive centre. A sharp gasp breaks the deep kisses, and Bucky smirks around his teeth.

Fingers bury inside you, as Bucky curls his arm around your body possessively. Steve moves his lips to your neck, opposite Bucky, and tries to encourage you to focus again. It all makes Bucky flush with pride. He knows you best.

When you hide your hand beneath the fabric again, Bucky watches with black eyes. Steve bites his lip, not making a peep. But Bucky knows you are too good, all his, and too perfect to deny.

If you’re full of Steve’s pup, he should show some love. Some affection and appreciation and make you feel sexy and perfect in your Heat. What if you don’t feel like you’re good enough? Bucky couldn’t stand for that.

Your little whines become desperate, and Bucky feels the sweltering heat from your damp skin. The beads of sweat taste like fresh baking and spring rain, on his tongue. Your Heat is blinding you.

His rut follows, urging him to press his hard length into your backside as he lifts your knee. The spread of your thighs fills the air with your scent so thickly both Alphas drink it from the air. Bucky grooms your gland, and the world is a kaleidoscope.

“This okay?” He checks in with the final tether to reality he can grasp.

You nod, and Steve moves his body closer to yours, pumping his length in anticipation. Bucky finds himself unoffended by the other Alpha’s scent, as he has started to love the mix of both pups in your blood. But he buries his nose at your gland as Steve cups your face.

Do you wish Bucky were a more tender Alpha? The way your eyes close as Steve kisses you makes him wonder.

“Ah- Fuuuuck…” Steve finally emits a groan and a curse, as he slides into your walls.

A sense of pride rolls through every cell of him. You clench your hand around Bucky’s arm that holds your thigh up. Steve, as far as his instincts are concerned, is primal pack leader, and definitely approving of you.

“Isn’t my Omega perfect? She’s such a good mama. Shit, I thought I ruined her for any other Alpha. Guess I’ll have to try harder.” Bucky grumbles his filthy words.

The way your body presses back to Bucky’s chest, he can tell how Steve is kissing and thrusting. The ripple of your muscles and gooseflesh on your shoulders makes him certain you’re in heaven. As you receive each thrust, he starts to growl.

“Y’wanna be good for me?” He knows this could be rough, even in Heat. Or addicting.

His friendship with Steve will likely always be a little different. Oddly, he considers the three of you closer than ever, now. You were his soulmate, his true love, and you carry his pups. But Steve has always been part of your dynamic in differing ways.

“Please, Alpha.” You barely get it out through gasping breaths as Steve squishes your body against Bucky’s.

“Hold real still,” he orders gently.

Bucky’s hands pull your hair back, so he can groom your gland. They wander lower, feeling them pressed to Steve’s chest as it rumbles. Lower, to your middle, where he caresses the taut skin and purrs a moment.

That makes you dizzy, the purring. It’s nothing but love in its purest form.

Bucky can’t tell if you notice what he does next, first, or if Steve does. The realization only causes a fraction of a moments hesitation. Steve’s eyes are dark when Bucky catches them, but when Steve looks back at you, they grow darker, not worried.

Bucky’s finger slides in next to Steve’s cock. It’s dripping slick down there. You clench around them both, in anticipation and curiosity.

“Need ya to tell me ya want it,” he murmurs in your ear. Steve has picked up his pace a little, adjusting his depth. Bucky wonders how much slick is yours and how much is Steve’s.

“Slow. Slow— yes.” You puff out little breaths each withdrawal.

Sinking fangs into your shoulder, he lines the angry red tip of his length up with your stretched entrance. He clenches his eyes shut as you mewl loudly. Steve is moaning loudly, maybe for the first time ever.

Your walls are like a vice, barely accepting him. He whines a little, as he slides back out and loses the pressure around his cockhead. Trying once more, his fingers are bruising on your thigh as he angles you differently.

He’s inside when you start sobbing into Steve’s kisses.

Bucky can feel your pulse, your euphoria, and your twinge of pain through the bond. It’s doubled by his own feral desires. Maybe this was too much, but his Rut-addled brain is boiling in his skull.

“‘Mega, present.”

Steve practically howls as you immediately part from him. Instinctively, you want this penultimate moment during a Heat more than nearly anything else. Bucky can feel that invisible string tug at you.

Once you are on all fours, he knocks one knee to be over Steve. The man quickly corrects his position below you. All three of you moan when Bucky finally slips inside thanks to all of the slick and precum.

“Ah! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” You respond to his arm around your middle, and his metal hand gathering your hair and tugging. “Alphas, please. Please. Need so much more.”

“Love this pregnancy Heat on you. Maybe we will have it again,” Bucky rumbles and pulls you so your back arches. The tightness mixed with the feel of Steve moving is incredible.

Your walls are dancing around them, even at the slightest words.

“Yknow he started dreaming of pupping you when we were teens? Wonder if he’d have still let me see you like this. I can picture you, in that uniform, begging us to do this to ya.” Steve finally unleashes his own fantasies.

Bucky feels your whole body trembling. Two bodies surround you, and he wonders if it’s all too much for a first time. You seem drunk on his words and their touch.

When Bucky twists your head so he can deeply lick into your mouth, dominating every millimetre of your body, inside and out, Steve seizes his opportunity. Your breasts are shoved upwards and near to him, and he latches on.

Bucky can feel earthquakes within you, thunder rolling and crashing in your body. He speeds up, hearing Steve suckle at you and feeling him move deep inside.

When you seem near blacking out, Bucky can sense an added element. Right. Both Alphas- both knots.

Expecting Steve to know not to knot you, Bucky thrusts deeper and harder. He doesn’t really care if Steve can’t knot this cycle. But the other man matches the deep, forceful strokes. They’re both testing depth.

Bucky clacks his teeth by your ear, panting harshly and fucking you harder. Surely, the pups are fine. An Omega wouldn’t have these crazy of hormones and have that threaten them.

Steve catches, and Bucky sees red. He feels the hot, thick seed painting your insides and pays no mind to how stretched your walls will have to be. Youre having two pups, this should hardly compare.

The sound of Steve sucking hard at your swollen tit as his knot pumps load after load urges Bucky instinctively to be rougher, and claim his Omega back. Prowess and his bond with you should save his ego.

Harder. Harder. Harder! He is consumed by the new lubrication and heat and silken glide against a foreign stretch and size. Bucky’s ears fill with your begging cries.

“Two knots. Two knots. Yes, please, Alphas. Need ‘em.” You stretch your chest for more access for Steve. When you do push back against Bucky, he feels everything crackle around you.

His knot is locked in you, and he lets out a feral, dominant, growl. It’s intimidating, and meant for Steve. The instant he catches his breath, and the sheer intensity of it all starts to become tolerable, Bucky grooms your gland.

Seeing Steve’s fangs, he’s unsure if his friend has ever got to use them.

“Mark my gland. You won’t bond, but you can taste her. Help her relax. Bond with the pups, a little.” The softness of his own voice surprises him.

Steve looks at you, utterly wrecked with your nose against his gland. You have a faint smile, and peek at both Alphas. Your head tilts, and Steve is swallowed whole by the rush of scent markers.

Watching you be bitten and healed has some effect he will never be able to explain.

“My perfect Omega. Feel better, two knots inside ya?”

“Mmmm.”

“Such a good girl. Get some rest. We can see
How you feel in an hour.” Except he can’t wait another hour. He’s not even sure if he and Steve won’t just start up again while locked. But only if you want.

Notes:

I can only survive if I know what people think of this chapter. Truly I poured everything into this (and did a lot of ‘research’🥵)

Thank you all. Can’t believe this story lead here 😅

Chapter 27: Wolves

Summary:

Bucky is torn about the recent developments.
Emotions run high.

Wolves.

You’re all wolves.

You barely blink awake, more comfortable in your Den than ever. There is soft, grey, fur in front of you. You can hardly see your dark, rich coat, you’re so thoroughly snuggled between the two Alphas.

Bucky has a different coat than in your youth. He always had a sleek, dark brown. It was a gorgeous, dimensional near-black. He was a black-phase wolf, lightening ever so slightly as time went.

There’d been a lot of time passed. You hadn’t had a single vision of his wolf, and had assumed the vampire blood had destroyed the entity. But now, seeing the white, lovely fur of your loving Alpha was enough to reassure you nothing would ever take him from you.

White Wolf.

His chin rests over your neck, protective and sweet. Steve’s chin nestles next to Bucky’s, and you are practically crushed between them.

Curled up, and surrounded by warm fur, you feel nothing but fulfilment and joy. Your Omega is so at peace, so in harmony, and so without fear. For a long time, she has been searching and wandering alone, aimless, restless, and hopeless.

You feel a vibration all around you, as your Alphas stir awake.

Bucky grooms you, like a pup, using the front of his teeth. Steve nuzzles his scent. You’re spoiled, thrilled, and in love.

Your belly peeks out from the fur that surrounds you, and you feel a rush of tears and elation. Two pups. They’re perfect, you can tell already.

 

“Omega,” Bucky husks in your ear. They must be sharing the vision of your wolf entities.

“Alphas,” you whimper as the vision fades. You are still in Heat, your sore and stinging centre cured with healing saliva in the middle of the night.

“The vision… that’s a good sign, right?” You know it is, but you need to hear it. Seeing your swollen wolf belly, and two loving Alphas, makes your heart race.

“Means our wolves are proud and safe. If we change, I think it’s good to know our bonds are strong.” Bucky kisses you, stealing your breath. He knows he likely can’t change, at all.

The changes only happen rarely, now. Once, they’d been fully controllable. People could live in whichever form. Then, the full moons. After wars, hunts, and vampire attacks, people lived more and more as their human forms, and hardly ever changed.

The instincts were intrinsic. The visions were common, showing what the wolves inside were doing. It connects you on a whole other plane, as if your souls were there. Seeing them always felt magical.

“Do you still see wolves? As a vampire?” Steve asks what is on your heart. That part actively battled his wolf, exhausting and wounding him in the background.

“This… this is the first I’ve seen my wolf, since the Commandos got taken.” Bucky barely admits his truth. Eighty years, fractured away from his soul. That’s the only way to see it.

“What? Bucky, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, sorry.” You pepper him with kisses, feeling his eyelids flutter as you kiss his lids.

Steve can remember how shaken Bucky had been. He’d never really seemed himself, lacking the cool prowess of his wolf. Removing that gland probably would have made his wolf howl every night.

Vacant bond ends happened when a bond broke, or a partner died. But the hollow, painful, phantom pain, was doubled by the wolf’s constant search for their mate. He always said it was like that, for him.

“It’s alright. I’m a white wolf. We have pups. No need to cry, now.” Bucky curls his body around yours. He tucks you into his chest, and scents you.

Steve looks at you sadly, tentative all over again. But he scents of rut, and Bucky is hurdling toward his peak. This Heat is different, creating a unique vibrance for your bond to accept the pups.

Bucky nibbles your neck, very gently tugging your hips to align to his. He’s already hard, his length twitching as your core lines against it. Steve wraps his hands around the front of you, kneading the incredibly sensitive mounds of flesh. It forces you to arch away from Bucky.

The angle your spine is at means you tip your head back a little, and see Steve just milimetres from your nose. He kisses you, upside down, and you eke a moan at the intriguing approach.

Bucky is able to run his fangs over your collar bones, and tug your hip. He makes love to you so sweetly, while Steve kisses you over and over. Eventually, you twist your head to face Steve, and he kisses you properly. Somehow, the kissing feels far more intimate than sex.

Bucky worships your body, murmuring his love of each curve and change. The way he moves within you is slow, strong, and resounding through your spirit. His hands wander, and study. His mouth carves you apart, and glues you together.

When you cum, it’s with Steve’s hand circling your clit, and Bucky’s fangs in your neck. Your insides all curl and unfurl with the aggression of your climax. Your Alpha moves quickly to clean you, when you finally unlock, and whispers to your belly as you doze off and recover.

Steve always has to heal Bucky’s fang marks. His healing salve is too dilute as the vampire side of him is more present.

You wake to Steve taking care of himself, pumping his knot with a tight fist. Bucky is gently waking you, his eyes black with lust and jealousy. But your Omega wails for the second Alpha, needing closeness and refresh of scent for your pup.

He keeps his fist tight around his knot, as you let him work his way inside. This time, you kiss Bucky in a heated, sharp, breathless sort of way. Steve softly grooms your gland, and doesn’t bite at all. He feels different, hips twisting more and bottoming out less harshly.

It’s instinct, that’s all… it’s just instinct, when you lock your legs around his hips, and try to push at the super soldier grip keeping him from knotting you.

Bucky hisses when Steve finally pulls his hand away, pressing his messy fingers into your mouth. It startles you, and stops Steve in his tracks. But Steve’s body leans just a little into your centre, where his knot is pressing.

If you just shift… if you just lift your hips up or he lets his weight fall…

Bucky sees you cry out at the very idea. You’ve been his, all his, and you’re full of pups. Would it be so bad?

When you feel your Alpha nose at the most controversial gland at the nape of your neck, you keen so loudly you should be embarrassed. If he bites that gland, you’ll be at his total mercy. It shuts down everything, and turns you to putty.

Steve rasps at you to say no, if you don’t want it. But you do. You do, more than anything.

The complete surrender, to your Alpha, while allowing another to knot you? You feel Bucky’s fingers twine with yours, as he waits.

“Please, Alphas. Knot me and pin me.”

Pinning. Bucky is going to let his vampire side do it, you can tell because the sharp and delicious scent of Rut is filled with the tangy, iron scent of Vamp.

Steve remains so gentle and caring, but his thrusts go sloppy as you nip his neck above his gland. You feel him tease you, partially stretching you open, only to withdraw.

Bucky’s teeth sink, and Steve finally allows himself to fall into your body. It’s hard to tell what garbled thanks you wanted to say, as you fall pliant between them.

—

They constantly groom you and fill you. The final two days are spent with kiss burns on your lips, and the warm tingle of the healing salve when they lick them better.

Each take turns sleeping next to your bump. There’s always a warm hand covering your skin, even as the room finally cools down.

“Wonder if they’ve called for us,” Steve wonders aloud. He leans to check his phone for the first time.

“Fuck ‘em. Had to care for this perfect Omega.” Bucky tickles you, smiling at the way you laugh and cuddle in closer.

“Buck! Did you hiss at staff members who tried to slow you down?” Steve is wide-eyed as he looks over.

“I don’t even recall anyone trying. My Alpha and Vampire traits go to full blown war. I had to temper those, and land a jet, man. And some other Alpha was holding my pregnant Omega!” Bucky easily defends his position.

It could have been far worse. It’s been a very long journey to integrate an Alpha Vamp into the area, and some still don’t like it. But it sounds like they knew better.

“Were you in pain? I’m sorry.” You cup Bucky’s stubbly cheek.

“I was the one fearing for my life. But, on a serious note, we did a good job? You’re alright?” Steve sits up to stroke your face.

“Mmmm, yeah,” you sigh as you feel both of their soft strokes on your skin. “Our mothers would have been aghast at me. Could you imagine the whispers? But thank you, Steve. We needed you. All four of us.”

Steve’s sparkle seems to dim, but he smiles.

You sit up, and look at your best friend. He suddenly scents of sadness and heartbreak. Bucky is alert, and sits up behind you. You’re tangled in his arms, and the sheets, but both looking at Steve.

“What’s wrong?”

“I… it’s fine. If I was just doing a favour, and it’s done, that’s okay.” He looks down, fiddling with the blanket.

“Oh. Stevie, I don’t really know what’s happening. You’ve always been family. You’re our pack leader, and you can be as involved with our pups as you want. But you deserve your own mate, someday.” You hold his hands.

Bucky stills, watching the exchange. You feel his insecurity and worry, mixed with hope and love. It’s a lot to take in.

“I love you two. I’m not really sure it’s the way you love each other. But I want to explore this, and I want to be here for you both.” Steve squeezes your fingers.

It’s unusual. But even if he leaves, he is your pack leader. And maybe, if you want more pups and there’s no safe way to get Bucky to have more, maybe this can be revisited for a heat.

Bucky feels the insecurity gnawing at him again. Steve would be a much better sire. He’s a leader, he’s renowned and famed and was so pure of heart he couldn’t be broken by the serum.

The soft, floating images of you in his arms, a pup in yours, as your younger selves, suddenly disappear. He swirls with feelings of rejection. He will always be a vampire, now. You won’t like that, you’ll choose Steve.

“Buck. This is your family. Yeah, things are mixed up because of the bonds and the pups, but you’re the Alpha.” Steve watches Bucky remain pensive.

“Hey, I love you. Hellooooo?” You stretch to kiss his nose, and drag his hand to your tummy.

That shatters his frozen state. He buries his nose at your gland, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

His breath isn’t steady enough to trust speaking. His throat feels tight, and his mind starts to race. This hasn’t happened to him in so long.

Somehow, both of you end up in Steve’s arms. You curl into both Alphas equally, but Bucky sticks to you like glue. Steve scents both of you, and you feel very much like that puppy pile.

“You’re right. I’ll probably want my own bond and mate, and pups. I’ll want what you two have always had. But until then… if you need me, I want to be close by.” Steve bravely tries to get his feelings out.

“We love you, Steve. I’m just… it ain’t what I pictured and I feel like I’m not good enough.”

You cry, and cling to Bucky. Emotions have been high, and things have been confusing. If you had any role in making him uncomfortable, you feel terrible.

“Every time I feel the pups, they reach for you, Buck. Maybe we should eat, and then cuddle for a while.” You smile up at him with watery eyes. He looks down at you with a sparkle in his gaze.

 

—

 

The three of you watch movies about the 50s and 60s, interested in the times you’d missed. You snuggle all together, and feed each other snacks. Bucky kisses you warmly after every sweet you swallow.

“So when Dot was goin’ round, hickey on her gland, you actually liked me? How’d that make sense?” You tease and watch the couple on screen kiss after admitting their feelings.

“I dunno. I was young’n’stupid.”

“Thought you always wanted to give me pups,” you theatrically sigh. “But really you just wanted sex.”

“Got scared if I admitted a single thing to ya, I’d pup you up that day.” Bucky lays across you, kissing and licking at you.

“Alright, alright, she’s already got twins in there! Calm down,” Steve laughs.

Bucky growls playfully, snapping his teeth before kissing again. His hands move to your belly, before Steve joins in kissing your cheek. The scents of both Alphas makes your skin prickle, and head feel light. It’s not sexual, but playful and happy.

“I love you guys. And our pups do, too. Feel them? Feel that?” You make sure both of them stop messing around and pay attention.

Steve is the first to nod, but Bucky kisses your abdomen all over. The bonds to the pups are so strong and vibrant.

“Code 1019. Emergency assembly of the Avengers.” FRIDAY echoes through the building.

Bucky has only just passed all the requirements Tony gave for him to join missions. Maybe… maybe they won’t make him go.

“All members required.”

You stare at both Alphas, a twister of all of your worries crashing around.

“Don’t piss off Tony, Buck. Hopefully we can make this quick.” Steve sighs and kisses your forehead. Bucky scents you, holding you close for a long while.

When they depart, you try to ignore how much you hate the missions. Bucky was lost twice already, in war. You can’t handle it again.

Notes:

I think I lost people with the Steve stuff but whatever… I dunno it felt natural here 😭

Thank you all for reading! A few more chapters.

Chapter 28: Soonest

Summary:

Light vulnerable conversations
Light smut
Gets the plot rolling
Cute lovey bucky

You can feel Bucky seethe as he gets dressed. He hadn’t wanted to be on missions, to begin with.

“Don’t go.” You stare at him as he watches you, hauntingly.

“Please, Bucky. I can’t be alone, I have two pups on the way. They need their Sire,” you plead.

His eyes are black, the veins spread. You can tell he is internally warring with himself over the instinct to stay home, and be with his pack, or protect you by fighting.

The stress must be bad.

“Buck, you can stay. It’s not good for us if you’re distracted, and it’s not good for her. Stay home.” Steve orders it with his Alpha timbre and you shutter.

“What about you?” You worry extra for him, without Bucky. It’s not necessary, but you’ve never been in this position before.

“I’ll be alright. I’m sure we will be back soon enough.” Steve hugs Bucky, who still looks distraught.

But Steve steps toward you, and you realize you don’t know how to say goodbye, now. He’s not your Alpha. He’s your best friend. There’s something in between.

You watch him make the decision for you. He kneels down, kissing each side of your belly for the pups. Then, he stands and so gently meets your lips with his. When you melt, he pushes a hair deeper and pulls your body against his.

—

 

Bucky tries his best to keep you distracted. For a few days, he takes you to exercise with him. He cooks, and nests into the den with you.

More days pass, and Steve is gone for two weeks. Your pups yearn for his scent, which you’ve kept in the den. If Bucky weren’t here, you’d certainly be in pieces. But it sounds like the mission is going alright.

The two of you try to connect with your wolves. It always feels bubbly and warm, watching your wolf nest and cuddle and grow. Your own belly is still decently small, but more evident that you are pregnant.

“How are you feeling?” Bucky notices you tracing the curve of your belly.

“I’m good. I feel strong, and full. The bond is bright. But I’m a little bit…” you shrug and look at him. Anyone with a nose can tell you are going through the best part of pregnancy.

“Yes,” he purrs and curls his body around yours, your thighs wrapped around his hips. “Anything I can help with?”

You nod, preening at his softness and sweetness. Bucky has looked after every single thing you’ve needed, and is trying to intercept your stress over the mission.

“I mean… if it’s not a trouble. We all know how you hate to touch me…” you tease.

Bucky very carefully strokes your skin, lifting your night shirt over your hip. He hovers near your lips, his eyes intense on yours. When you think he will take you, he freezes and moves his hand to your breast over the satin.

Cupping your swell, he feels the extra weight of it in his hand. The sensitivity makes you moan heartily. His finger twirls in circles, until you can clearly see your peak through the satin. He bends to take it in his teeth and mouth, leaving a wetness on the fabric.

He sheds his boxers, and you immediately reach for his cock. It’s so soft and smooth, the weight and hardness eliciting another filthy sound from you.

“Is anything uncomfortable?” Bucky asks as he slips two fingers between your thighs. Things have been changing, as your pregnancy goes, and you love that he cares.

“I’m alright. Just go slow,” you whisper as he curls his fingers and makes sure you’ll be ready.

Something about the silky fabric on your body makes you feel even better. The way it moves over your flesh as he adjusts it, feels intimate and unique. His hand from your hip moves to your middle, beneath the dress, and you can feel a charged glow in your bond that could bring you to your knees.

Bucky kisses your body, before gently letting his fangs settle into your breast. You suck air at the sting, then feel the intense warmth and pleasure of his healing salve. He’s trying to take the pain away from you.

It’s ridiculously kind, you feel. You could cry right then, if you weren’t ten times more desperate for his touch with the throbbing ache gone.

You nip his gland, which makes his eyes black and shadowy. He loves you, and he needs you like a madman. But he wants to offer gentleness.

As he allows you to pump his length, and explore his body, he flattens his tongue around your nipple. It feels like heaven, as he plays your body like an instrument.

You keen against him, feeling his love in the bond. Everything is soft, blurry, out of focus, but intense. Even your climax is all-encompassing and like a vignette.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you so much.” Bucky murmurs into your breast bone.

Suddenly, the heat is fading. The overwhelming love and yearning remains.

“Are you still mine?” He asks with such fear beneath the surface, that you could never imagine saying no.

“All yours. Entirely. Are you uncomfortable with Steve being part of this, for us?” You can’t go back and erase what has been done. If he is upset by it, you’re scared there’s no way around that.

“Not really. He makes our bond feel even closer. But I… I convinced myself, because you missed him, that you preferred him,” he admits.

“Never. Bucky, I volunteered to be a nurse at war, because I loved you. I snuck onto the plane with Steve because I felt so lost and empty without you. I wanted pups because I finally got you back.” You fret at him, pushing his hair back so you can meet his wide, sad, blue eyes.

You wonder if this will be how it feels when you comfort your future pup.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t do this when I should have. I really did think I’d give you a pup the instant you let me court you, back then. And that scared me, a little. It was stupid.”

You cup his face, smiling softly down.

You know it would have been too fast, and you both had lacked maturity. But knowing he still constantly thought of taking care of you, so young and vulnerable and naive, was endearing. He’d certainly be a good Sire.

“Would my Alpha have made sure to bond me? And provide for our pups?” This fantasy is adorable, and seems to make him feel better.

“Yes.” His eyes darken again, but he sounds broken. “Would you have let me? Come to live with me in my family’s house, til I could buy us one? Had a sweet pup for me, that I got ta cuddle and curl up with, then show to my family?”

The pup presentation. That must be killing Bucky. This isn’t just about you or Steve or missing out on your youth.

Any pups you have will never be presented to his family. They’ll never be scented by them, nor accepted by the pack, nor anything else.

“Yeah, Alpha. Our pups would have made your Ma and sister proud. They’d never set our pups down, and I can hear your Ma asking us for more.” You hold him, as he falls apart.

“I bet Becs would sing. It would be so bad, but she’d wanna help get the pups to sleep. She’d beg you to stay livin’ in that house. Your Ma would get lonely if we left. Steve would be there, helpin’ any way he could. Even before the serum, he would probably show up real early, and start cleanin’ up, with your family.” You whisper so your voice stays steady.

Bucky holds your naked form to him, like if he pulls any harder you’ll shatter but if he loosens his grip you’ll float away.

“Would you have wanted more than one? With my folks helpin’, Steve too, and no war? A real pack, maybe I could have been a pack leader.” His words are muffled by your skin.

“Bucky, I would have been happy to do anything with you. Ten, or zero, pack leader, or beta. I’m not with you because of anything. I love you.” You kiss him.

He kisses you, back, tenderly, slowly, and like you’ll disappear when his eyes open.

—

 

Nobody seems to think anything of your extra worry for Steve. It feels easier, now that you and Bucky can have more vulnerable conversations. You don’t have a wall between you.

“Good thing Buck didn’t come. There were the cutest pups at our base, woulda sent him straight into rut.” Steve’s voice comes from the common room and immediately makes you both smile.

You rush over, hugging him with all your might. Steve smiles, but the sparkle comes when he sees how big your middle is. After 6 weeks away, you are a very different shape.

Bucky places his hand over your midsection, grooming your gland, before hugging Steve. He’s sharing your scent, without being too overt. Steve seems cheerful as he winks your way.

You missed this. Knowing Steve and Bucky are safe helps.

“Finally!” Wanda excitedly enters, but looks beat up and exhausted. Her hands are black, and you stare at the cuts and bruises.

“Are you alright?” You check in, concerned after such a long mission.

“Now I am! We are gonna have an Omega day. No Alphas allowed!” She hugs you, which she has never really done, and grins when she pulls away.

“What?”

“Yeah. It’s a new thing they’ve found really helps with pups, packs, and fertility. Omegas need to spend a day minimum with a pregnant pack member. It’ll start bright and early tomorrow.” She seems thrilled.

Honestly, you’d love to spend time with them. Here and there, you have made efforts to get closer to the pack. The only thing has been that you are saddened by the split of the pack, and Tony.

A day with the Omegas may be exactly what you need after a heavy couple months.

Notes:

Who is excited for the omega daaayyyyy

Chapter 29

Summary:

Thank anyone who is still here.

I’m finishing this up because I’m sure to have new ideas post Thunderbolts (but live in fear of having it spoiled!)

You wake bright and early. Bucky is grooming your glands, lazily.

Moaning, you stretch and purr. As you open your eyes, you see Steve nosing at you. He smiles, dipping down for a gentle smooch.

“I’m gonna smell like you two.” You blush at the thought of all the Omegas scenting your throuple.

“Bucky will take great care of you in the shower. Right?” Steve moves so Bucky can slip his hand around your belly, then lower.

“Yes. I’m takin’ care o’ ya this morning, love.” Bucky nibbles at your neck and gland.

“Wanda will be here in a minute.” You don’t want to stop him. Not at all. But you know she meant early when she said it, and one look at the clock tells you all you need to know.

Bucky grumbles, untangling from you. Both of you stand, and he kisses you like you’re about to go away for weeks.

Steve hugs you, and you feel just as intimate about it. He’s so sweet.

“We have a maternity gown for you. Bucky liked it at the shop. Wanda will love it so much.” Bucky passes you a soft pink dress, made to shape and support around you as you need.

“I love you,” you say as you emotionally hug him.

Bucky guides you to the shower, obsessively grooming your glands. He shampoos your hair, and sponges a scent enhancing body wash all over you. The way he cares for you makes you dizzy in his hands.

Caressing your swollen belly, he lets his tears mix with hot water as he pauses to feel the bond. They’re bright and swirly and majestic, like a galaxy.

You can feel him probe the familial bond. It’s so paternal, and pure. The pups are strong and responsive. Soon, you’ll be able to feel them.

“We’re gonna have pups.” The reverence in his voice makes you start to cry, too. Everything does, nowadays.

Bucky kisses your womb again, then stands to kiss away your tears as you both smile. You hug, beneath the rainfall shower head. Nowhere feels safer than here.

—

 

“Come join me, Omega! Everyone is waiting.” Wanda sticks her hand out to you, mega watt smile.

You wave to Bucky, going with Wanda like it’s a full adventure. She happily comments on your hair, dress, and protective Alpha.

“Okay. Cuddles!” She shows you a large nest built into the ground, in a luxurious room you never knew about.

You awkwardly sit in the centre, and she strokes your hair. Natasha starts to comb your hair, and you blush at how they ask about you. They want to make sure things are going well, and that you’re taken care of.

“Bucky seems to really love you. He’s a vampire, do you ever let him…?” Hope asks quietly, earning an elbow from Yelena.

“He only fed once. Not even from my neck… from my… thigh.” You shyly admit that as Maria starts to rub your shoulders.

“The femoral artery. Interesting!” She kneads each knot and you start to purr.

“What’s it like to have a Sire and a Founder? Steve seems fine, how is Bucky taking it?” Yelena asks as she begins to braid your hair slowly.

“Bucky is so happy we are having pups. He doesn’t seem too worried about which one he sired.” You toy with Maria’s dogs ears. She is a beautiful shepherd, always around in the building.

“You never said he sired one!” Wanda gasps.

“What? Yeah. Something about a poison that makes him more human. I’m lucky it didn’t make him die. Guess it made everything function for just long enough. One is a Founder pup. The other is Bucky’s natural pup.”

You don’t want to say ‘Steve’s pup’ because it should still be Bucky’s. If the lines hadn’t blurred with Steve, they would both be Bucky’s, inarguably, regardless of Founder.

“That is amazing! Good for you two!” She excitedly congratulates.

You allow her to hug you, and feel so supported. They all fawn over this new information, hugging you and smiling. The support of Omegas is magical.

A knock interrupts, at the door. Natasha glances conspiratorially.

“What’s going on?” You sit up, adjusting your braids and dress.

“Hey.”

Your heart stops, when you see the man standing in the doorframe. Is he really here? Why?

“Hi,” you breathe.

“We’re still a split pack… so…” Tony shrugs, like he doesn’t have to be here. That’s as close to an olive branch as you’ve ever seen.

You swing your arms around him, hugging him like a life raft. Holy hell, Tony is here. You really thought he would never speak to you again.

“Thank you, Tony. Thank you.” You don’t know what else to say.

He always checked on you, and prioritized you when everyone else was obsessed with Steve acclimating. He had teams of people to ensure he would catch up to life. Tony had made it his focus to make sure you had support, as well.

He and Pepper had dinners with you, got you modern clothes, and made you medical appointments. As much as you were an adult, Tony took care of you.

You’d told Tony stories of Howard, before Howard went off the rails. He was never so bad, until all of his friends disappeared and died. You really think he would have loved Tony so much better, then.

“Pepper’s gonna join. I brought some flowers and oils. You guys have the room until tomorrow at 11am.” Tony holds you close, afraid to let go.

“I miss you,” you whimper.

“You mated the man who murdered my parents.” He doesn’t even seem angry, just matter-of-fact.

“He never would have hurt Howard, Tony. Please.”

“Not for today, kid. I’m proud of you, having a family. Some might even call you crazy for having Captain America’s pups with his best friend as your Alpha. But… not me.” He winks, like he knows what you’ve been doing with Bucky and Steve.

Blushing furiously, you smile at him as he passes you flowers and a bundle of oils. They’re all curated for fertility.

Pepper enters, joining Maria and Carol from the secondary pack. You couldn’t possibly be any happier. She gifts you small items for your pups, including very expensive scent nests.

After birth, an Alpha takes care of his Omega and pups. They shouldn’t be set down for at least a week, though other pack members can help. These nests will help the pups adjust to sleeping apart from you, but not far from their womb-mate.

At some point, you all share food from the centre of the nest. All kinds of delicious things are there, filling all of your cravings. You can tell Bucky informed them what you’ve recently been obsessed with, because it’s all here.

Just as they start up a film, another knock comes. All of the excitement and love today has made you gooey and warm inside. You love the platonic touches and cuddles. But you can’t wait to see Bucky again.

When you open the door, you see a very troublesome super soldier in front of you. But not your bond mate.

“Steve?” You whisper as he walks away to the alcove down the hall.

As soon as you reach him, he’s on you. His mouth is blazing on your lips, his hands holding your hips. You hop up instinctively, to wrap your legs around him as he presses you to the wall.

“Bucky?” Your brain alerts you that you don’t want to upset him. If he doesn’t want you to see Steve, you would never.

“He knows. He sent me. He’s coming late tonight, says he will ruin you for me.” Steve smiles and pecks your nose.

“Later?”

“He’ll come at night. But I hadn’t seen ya enough since I left for the mission. Sleeping next to you wasn’t enough. Need you, bad.” Steve kisses you, then down your collar to your aching breasts as he rolls against you.

He had been away for weeks, right after your heat. He probably wasn’t sure what he would return to, just like you’d been unsure how it would feel to have him back. With him here, you feel nothing but comfort and heat.

“Aren’t I supposed to just be with the Omegas?”

“That’s newfangled stuff. No harm in sneaking around with your Alphas.” He kisses you again, but softly and deeply.

His hips move against you, rocking to and fro. You mewl into his mouth, swaying your hips to meet his. It’s not as hungry or wanton as Bucky, but it’s sweet and sexy.

“Can I?” He pushes the dress up, letting you tug at his belt.

“Yes!” You husk at him and pull his mouth to your skin.

There’s not a lot of time to waste. You know Steve would want to be slower, and you would, too. But there is a charge to each movement, without being rough or demanding.

The way he slides inside is dazzling. You stifle your moan against his shoulder.

The slow drag of his cock within your walls makes you high. The demand to stay quiet is making you drunk.

Steve’s hand gently strokes the side of your belly. You feel electric, with the slow but powerful thrusts. He kisses you again, and you sigh into the patient lips.

It happens fast. Your fingers slip between your bodies, and you strum to the perfect rhythm. Your crest is fast approaching, half way there just from being here with Steve.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Lemme tell your Alpha how good you are. Lemme make your Alpha proud, you’re so responsive. Needa watch you fall apart.” Steve knows you love the dirty talk when you’re on the precipice.

It’s part of why Bucky is perfect for you. He always says just the right things. Thinking of him proudly showing you off to Steve makes you see stars.

You gasp ragged breaths as you bask in aftershocks, feeling Steve lose his pace and pull out. He cums in his own fist, and you whimper at the loss. He jerks himself a few more times, while kissing you as roughly as he ever has.

Bucky must not want him to. You’re fine with whatever Bucky asked, things are still blurry. But you seek out the wipes from Steve’s bag as he instructs you.

“Steve? What are you… oh…” Wanda and Natasha see the two of you, kissing once Steve has cleaned up.

You panic, a flustered and terrified feeling all over you. It’s very evident to anyone with eyes, what you’ve both just done. Both of you stand straighter, and exchange glances.

“This isn’t… Bucky, he…” you both start saying the same things.

The women seem only mildly surprised.

“We… we just need her for dessert. There’s a game about pup personalities and genders.” Wanda pipes up long before Natasha does.

She’s loyal to Steve. They’re best friends. But so are he and Bucky.

“Bucky’ll see you tonight. That’s part of this.” He smiles and kisses your forehead.

The bliss from being with him fades, as you watch him walk away. The pups call for he and Bucky through the bond, and you sigh. It’s a little sweet, but sad.

 

Back in the room, Wanda and Natasha seem to understand there is an arrangement of some kind. They act like nothing happened. Instead, they present you with several desserts and sweets.

“So, blindfolded, you’ll say which colour of each candy tastes best. And depending on the series of colours, there’s a trend where it tells us if you’re having a boy or a girl. If we do it twice we will pretend it’s once per pup.” MJ has joined, and seems to have the fun games.

She’s much trendier than you. To be fair, she’s eighty or ninety years younger. You’re touched Tony had all the omegas from his group join you.

They blindfold you, and scent you in a familial way. You feel cherished and a little embarrassed to be centre of attention. The candies taste good, but you pick out one from each type that you love most.

Smarties, skittles, dried fruit, chocolate fruit, dough, everything. It’s all delicious, as they hand feed you kindly.

“Alright, I’m gonna match everything from each round to the board. Then we will use Tony’s AI to create images of your perfect little pups!” Pepper grabs the tablet.

Yelena starts applying your skin care, putting topicals on your face and neck and under eyes. Someone else starts grooming your eyebrows, your head in their lap.

“Being pregnant is pretty damn great with a pack like this. I really appreciate you guys.” You are very moved by all of this.

“Yeah, there are some less fun parts later. But we will help, then, too.” Wanda nestles next to you, so many platonic yet intimate moments within the pack.

“Pup number one is supposedly blonde, a boy, blue eyes, shy, and creative. Pup number two is gonna be a brunette girl, grey eyes, boisterous, and intelligent. Who could imagine that!” Yelena laughs and passes you the AI results.

If that’s true, there will be one pup just like each Sire. You feel warm and bubbly at the idea.

Your wolf is surrounded by other soft, loving wolves. She squishes further into all of the others, and feels warmth and love.

“I’m sleepy,” you whisper when the lights lower, and a meditative sound fills the room. Your face is clean, your body relaxed, and your soul is resting.

“Then sleep. We are all gonna sleep here. And we have a gift, but you need to sleep to get it.” Natasha covers your eyes with a warm hand.

The next thing you know, you are surrounded by a scent that makes your heart skip a beat. The air is drinkable, your mouth waters with desire to taste it, smell it, breathe it. Bucky.

You don’t even get to open your eyes before his lips find yours. He moves like lava, with heat and unstoppable force, encompassing your body.

“Pretty Omega. So relaxed, dressed all up like my breeding doll.” Bucky’s voice is low, gravelly, and intimidating.

Those are the only words that escape either of you, because everyone else is sleeping right there. He bites your lip, and you feel his lips curl upward when you can’t make a peep.

Bucky’s metal hand pins your wrists above your body, stretching you out beneath him. You feel him settle between your thighs. His body curves enough to make room for your belly.

Your breath hitches when he kisses you, trailing down to your centre. A shyness overcomes you. The eager behaviour of your Alpha quashes it.

The way you hold your breath as he quickly works you up, leaves you light headed and a little concerned. His mouth sucks and rolls and swirls your button like an acrobat. The more you cling to his shoulders the more he dives into your core.

“Fuck,” you silently scream. Bucky laps at you as you quiver with thighs squeezing him.

No one seems to wake, but you urge him back up to you. Lips hunt yours, and you can taste yourself on them. Bucky erupts into a purr, as his hands guide you to curl into him sweetly.

“Bucky.” You smile at him and feel a flush of embarrassment but pride.

“Mmm, just nest.” He grooms your gland, hand resting on your bump.

He tangles your limbs together, wrapping himself around you protectively. It’s almost more intimate than sex.

You swear you sleep with a smile on your face.

Notes:

Which alpha interruption was your favourite?

That Bucky scene was gonna be WAY more outta line lol I trimmed it down.

Chapter 30: Heart to Heart

Summary:

Bucky struggles with his place in everything but makes sure you know you’re loved.

Bucky has you curled into him, completely. The scent around you is impeccable. It feels like heaven, and your pups are peaceful.

“Omega,” he whispers sleepily.

You feel his breath on your hair. His voice is sleepy and rough. His fingers travel up and down your spine.

Waking like this in front of everyone should be embarrassing or awkward. Instead, you feel closer than ever, and more enmeshed in your pack and your friends.

“Oh, good. You’re both awake.” Wanda smiles when you look at her drowsily. “We made a bunch of food that is good for pups. Steve is coming for breakfast.”

Steve will be here? You flush, knowing what Natasha and Wanda saw. Bucky kisses down your jaw and shoulder, from behind you when you sit up. He nips your neck, playfully, trying to catch your attention.

“He visited ya yesterday?” He whispers smoothly in your ear.

Nodding, you feel him hum and kiss your neck again. He normally abhors being too public with his affection, but he doesn’t seem to mind in this setting. Neither do you.

“Alright— we have seen plenty of the two of you. Time for you to eat.” Natasha claps and gestures to the table.

——————

 

Weeks later, Steve is becoming more brazen. Bucky encourages it, here and there. It’s not necessarily sexual, or even romantic. But Steve scents you, and cuddles up whenever you’re chatting away on the couch.

Bucky is still very dominantly your Alpha. He likes to take pride in you, and show you off, but you’re his. Nobody questions when Steve wraps you in his arms at a movie night, and rests his chin over your gland.

At very least, you know nobody thinks you’re cheating or hurting Bucky. In fact, your Alpha has been thrilled that you have extra affection and energy. He is more outgoing, trying to engage the pack more to ensure you have all you need.

Bucky lays behind you, when the pack takes communal rest.

“Our pups will be in that little cove, soon enough.” He nods toward the space that only Wanda’s pups have taken, recently. “Could fill it right up, if ya like.”

You purr at the idea. Being pregnant is actually a bit miserable, at this stage. But Bucky and Steve keep you comfortable and taken care of. The intimacy of your pack and your Alpha(s?) is extremely tempting.

“Keep it together, old ass Vampire.” Natasha laughs at you two, and Bucky hisses playfully.

They’ve started to become accustomed to when he is too vampire to fool around. Other times, they’ve enticed a sense of humour from him. His scent has become more Alpha as he grows deeper within the pack, and he remains fed.

“What will you name your pups?” Wanda asks the real question. Something you’ve been wrestling with, for a while.

Their surname will be Barnes. Despite the unusual relationship with Steve, Bucky hasn’t given up his position as Alpha enough to give one Steve’s name. They also don’t want to check which pup is whose, they want to blend both pups before they’re born, enough that they can’t tell.

“We will name them when they are here.” Bucky noses at your ear. He knows you’ve been nervous to name them, prior.

“I bet you’ll go with old fashioned names. They’re in, again, now. Did you find out the genders?” Yelena braids Natasha’s hair as everyone relaxes.

“No, I’m nervous to spoil anything. This is such a unique experience, I really want to take it all in as it comes.” You know everything about this is incredible.

Bucky hugs you tighter, knowing you are getting nervous these days. Your belly is larger and more stretched out, your back and hips hurt as they adjust. As you near five months, you wonder what nine might look like.

“I had twins, too, but it was a bit different. You feel big now, but we actually carry a little smaller than Betas. Plus, you are very well cared for. Don’t worry too much.” Wanda smiles and passes you a pillow when you wince.

Bucky’s hand swirls over the largest point of your belly, and he hums in agreement.

Steve comes in, seeing you and Bucky in the nest platform while everyone else settles into the other areas. Instinctively, you make room for him in the nest, and he smiles at you both.

Everyone watches their pack leader slide in next to you. Some humour is on their faces, but you watch them smile when Steve hugs you, and Bucky grooms your gland. The public displays aren’t exactly what you always wanted, but while pregnant, they seem to charge you with happiness.

“It’s natural to want to be cuddled in pack settings. Pups are raised by everyone, we want to be part of the journey. Bucky, however…” Natasha grins and shakes her head.

“Natasha…” Bucky grumbles as he buries his nose at your gland and glares over. He knows she is referencing the fact that he is not always PG, when he feels his place as your mate is questioned.

“It’s fine. You just keep triggering other people’s cycles, and I’m pretty sure you’ll all be the subject of some media obsession for a while.” She teases the information she knows Bucky will react to.

“What?”

“There are photos of you kissing the crap out of your Omega at a baby store, you know. That would be fine, maybe, if there weren’t suspiciously close photos of Steve with her…”

You suddenly realize none of your situation is disclosed publicly. They don’t know Steve is a Founder, and if Bucky’s scent has been appropriately modified like everyone has tried to do, they likely don’t know he’s a vampire.

“It’s not their business.” Bucky growls and you know he’s getting stressed.

As Bucky has been fed, and looked into curbing his vampire instincts, and integrated further into the pack, he has had fewer episodes. But when he is stressed, he becomes increasingly independent, and isolated, and lashes out.

“Hey, it’s alright. Bruce and Cho gave you the scent coverup, nobody will suspect that you are a vampire, they’ll just think I’m cheating. Or they’ll think we are a throuple. But we don’t have to say a word.” You sit up, helped by both Alphas.

“We will be more careful. We can’t afford anything going wrong, especially as we monitor the pups closer.” Bucky places both palms on your belly.

“You’re already off missions, Buck. We can send someone for the final pup items, and have private assistance for the birth. The media can’t come into the tower. Everything will be alright.” Sam tries to de-escalate what had started as teasing.

His scent sours, and his fingers anxiously curl into your dress fabric as he breathes slowly. You know his wolf and his vampire side have only one shared interest— your safety. That can make him explosive, which is why he has been allowed to live here without being part of the team yet.

You stand, and move toward your den. Steve catches your hand, gently guiding you to sit again. Everyone wants to help. You feel like a burden or a pain, and want to leave, but he reassures you the pack is here for you.

“What if they find out he’s a vampire? It’ll put us and the pups at risk.” You could always lie and say they’re both Steve’s, but eventually, people won’t believe, and it could push them to find out if the pups have any genes.

“We’re safe, here.” Steve promises, but you can’t believe him. You’ve lost Bucky too many times.

It’s been nice to live in a sweet little bubble, the last couple of months. But now, you’re so afraid of losing your Alpha. The Alpha you waited more than a lifetime for.

“Alright. I’m just nervous, I hadn’t been sure I would ever have these pups. And now, I’m just becoming a little pack bound and worried.” You know this is a normal phase.

Alphas become a little coddling and territorial outside of the pack. Omegas start to become overly cautious and emotional. But usually, it’s no more than a slight behavioural change.

“Why don’t you guys return to your den, and relax. We can plan how to handle any media, and make sure we don’t freak Bucky out or put anyone in danger.” Natasha ushers you toward your area.

It does help to be scented and snuggled in between your Alphas. They’re attentive, and make sure you have no physical tightness or stress.

It startles you when the three of you are feeling the pups move, and the mission alarm sounds. Steve sighs, knowing he still has to go. Bucky gets to stay, since cycling away from you or worrying over you triggers his vampire side.

“Please, stay safe,” you ask of Steve.

“Looks like this is a cleanup mission. Earthquake in Thailand, we’re being sent to save people and help search rubble. I’ll call you when I can.” Steve kisses your forehead.

That does bring you some relief. It’s not a fight, but you can’t help but worry these days.

——————

 

You wake up crying after a nightmare that Steve was trapped in rubble. Bucky calms you, stroking your glands, kissing you, and chatting to your pups to ease them, too.

“Steve would have painted their rooms all by himself, when we were young.” Bucky brings you back to the fantasy of your family starting in your youth. It somehow always calms you, like an alternate universe you find comfort in.

“I bet he’d paint a mural, and write their names in calligraphy.” You entertain his hypothetical.

“Oh, Stevie’s gonna do all that, when he’s home. Trust me, it’ll be adorable. Then, maybe, he will have a few pups of his own one day, and we can do something for him.” Bucky smoothly adds that last part.

It was discussed that things may change again once the pups arrived. Steve would likely crave his own bond and pups. Bucky may feel more territorial as they matured.

Right now, everyone is happy and unbothered by the arrangement. You’re feeling a little less sexual, the past couple weeks, as you’ve felt large and sore. But they still love you and make you happy.

 

The tower is quiet, no one but staff around and a handful of agents who were helping with tech remotely. Bucky finds the opportunity absolutely perfect. You can’t help but agree.

He makes a beautiful nest in the lounge, which you help with so it scents just right and looks beautiful. Bucky purrs warmly when you settle in next to him, and the fire is going. Your favourite music plays in the background.

Bucky smooths a cream against your taut skin, before his lips meet yours. The bond between you two flares, and the little galaxies of your pups seem to glow and swirl. So much love floods you, you almost forgot what it was like to have this alone time.

As you mewl at him, he settles you on your side, because he knows that’s where you’re comfortable. His chest is solid and warm against your shoulder blades.

The way he padded the nest, your bump is supported and your neck stretches for his bite. He nips your gland, and rumbles behind you. His hand strips you, and you feel a rush even though no one else is on the Avengers floor.

“I love you. I’ve loved you our whole lives.” Bucky murmurs into your ear, as he dips his fingers into your folds. It still always feels like you’re exploring each other, finding new ways to please.

You’ve been so tender and swollen, fingers have felt abrasive down there. As much as you love his mouth, you feel shy with all the changes. The amount of understanding and communication has warmed your heart.

Metal fingers are smooth, and he gently rolls and nudges at your clit. His mouth sucks love marks into your neck and shoulder. You gasp and move in just the right ways so he knows it’s all appreciated.

Bucky nips you harder, when you tug at his pants. He removes them swiftly, returning to you, skin to skin.

“Omega,” he growls. It makes you dizzy, and gives you flashbacks to your desperate heat, and a vampire in your bed.

“Alpha.” The name makes him hold you tighter, fingers moving just perfectly over your sensitive button. He wants you ready.

“Who would you have let pup you, back then? Howard? Steve?” He smirks when you whine.

“Just you. Only you. Used to picture it, all the time.” You remember salacious gossip, girls discussing who was sleeping with who and any young girls who got pregnant. You wished it would be you and Bucky, one day, so they’d stop drooling over him.

“Right. Only me. And I only wanted you.” He nudges your knees apart. His strong hands guide your pelvis so he can rock against you.

You reach down, to help him enter you. The raging, red tip is soaked in your slick. When you move so he slips inside, you feel the immense stretch and suck air through your teeth.

“My perfect Omega. Is this too much? My beautiful girl too tight and sore?” Bucky is barely reachable as he feels your walls clench around him. It’s been a little while since you’ve had sex.

“Yeah,” you whine. “But I really want it.”

Your libido has been a separate entity from your body, lately. As wet as you are, wishing for Bucky’s body to join yours, it still feels insanely tight. Omegas aren’t supposed to get so uncomfortable.

“I can try something… if you’ll let me.” He noses your gland.

“Yes, please.”

You feel him bite, fangs sinking in and piercing flesh. His mouth easily cures the pain with healing salve, warming your muscles and skin. It feels pleasant, but you notice him draw away.

Bucky fills his hand with healing salve from his mouth, you can hear it. His hand moves low, coating his length, before trying to enter you again. His hand on your hip is comforting, as he moves his hips.

Yes. Holy fuck, yes. The healing sensation is always so lovely. He and Steve had offered its benefits when you were stretched after being with both of them. This feels more raw, and it’s deeper, soothing all of the pressure and aches around it.

“Oh, my god.” You have not felt this good in ages. Maybe ever. Your pelvis and cervix and silky walls all glow with pleasure.

“Mmm, love feelin’ you feel good in our bond.” Bucky moves, making you see stars.

You moan loudly, in the nest, knowing nobody on the floor can hear you. Bucky tilts your hip a little more, so he is more at your side than behind you. His hands cup your heavy breast, and he kisses you deeply as he moves slow and deep.

“I’m not gonna last long. Y’feel too good.” Bucky sounds like he has seen Heaven. This is such a dominant and deep position, while still caring and soft.

Something about making a Supersoldier fall apart earlier than he intends makes you feel sexy. He always has stamina and never finishes too early, but he’s practically promising to right now.

Good thing your body is flooding with every wonderful sensation. Bucky cups your cheek, like you’re made of glass and all he dreams of. Your twisted chin almost quivers with emotion, as your bond pours with adoration.

Your mewls are muffled by his mouth, and you know you won’t cum, but you feel perfect. This may be better, just being connected.

Bucky groans loud, with his whole chest and throat, feeding each vowel to your lungs.

He melts into you. Both of you pant and whine, and his arm wraps around your middle.

Your heart pounds, still blissed out and a bit impressed with yourself. Bucky stays as long as he can, sweetly murmuring his love and affection.

“Thank you,” you whisper. He smiles like he used to as a young man.

“Noticed you were getting desperate. Wanted you to be comfortable.” He covers both of you back up with the thick, soft comforter. The fire is still glowing, and the lights are low. There is a stunning view of the skyline.

Bucky places soft kisses on both sides of your bump. You smile when you feel little movements. The first time he had sensed the pups moving, it had made him stop in the middle of the meeting to look at you. He held his palm firmly to where he felt it.

Surely, when the pups are bigger, his constant enticing for movement will be an issue. But right now, he whispers and kisses and touches. The pups give small kicks or pushes.

You know he sees himself with daughters, reminding him of his sister. He sees himself with girls, soft and kind. You love dreaming of him with a son who looks just like him. Either way, he will be thrilled, but you know one scares him more.

Firm hands rub your taut tummy. You love the way your body relaxes into his touch, and the pups glow bright in your bond. Bucky whispers to them how loved they are, and how bad he wanted them his whole life.

“Bucky?” You get his attention as he rests his forehead on your belly. The little galaxies that float in your bond are bright and alert, reaching for their Sire. This makes him squeeze your hand in acknowledgement without parting from the pups.

“Do you want to name both pups? Are you alright not knowing which is biologically yours?” You haven’t been able to ask him when it’s the two of you, alone.

He takes a beat, feeding happy ideas and dreams to the little ones growing in your belly.

“I’m not married to any one idea. I just want you not to worry, and this pregnancy to go well.” He peppers kisses until you smile like crazy.

“I have loved you since before I ever really understood, Bucky. If everything goes back, after the pups are here, I’m sure Steve will find a love like ours. We will still always have him closer than anyone. Do you not feel this pregnancy will go well?” You feel him stop breathing.

“Don’t you?” You ask again, when he doesn’t reply.

“I’m scared,” he admits quietly. “It’s like I feel they will choose Steve. Or something will go wrong. I’m scared to name them, or know their genders.”

You kiss him, reassuringly. You’ve had these same fears, but he always wipes them away so easily.

“I choose you. They will always know you as their Sire. And I will always know you as my mate. You keep us safe, and so does our pack. Alright?”

Bucky wraps you in his arms, tucking you under his chin. His breathing is unsteady. The nod he offers means he is trying to believe.

 

So when he wakes in the morning, and you’re not there, he thinks maybe you’re in the bathroom. Or the shower of your apartment. Or the nursery room. Or Steve’s room.

He calls, and it goes to voicemail.

And all those bad feelings seep back in. He should have trusted his instincts.

Notes:

I’m so sorry for the cliffieeee

Chapter 31: Dizzy

Summary:

Reader sees why Bucky has been so stressed, distant, scared to bond, scared to have pups, and scared to relax.
What role does she play?

You feel nauseated, and wake up in the night. Bucky looks so peaceful, for once, that you can’t bear to wake him. The pups are alight, stirring inside you.

Your teeth hurt. Everything hurts. There’s a ringing in your ears, and a burning on your face. What’s happening?

You look up from where you’re splashing water on your face, and see something else.

Bucky is watching you, when you welcome a pup on a field trip to a farm. The kit reaches for a sheep, and you smile brightly as she gurgles and pets the soft animal. He stops listening to Steve, little Steve, and his face is full of wonder.

He’s so young. His face is innocent, and he smiles more than scowls. You observe as he scratches at his gland, which would have been newly affecting him at this age.

The world spins, making you motion sick, before you open your eyes to catch fleeting images of Bucky and you. Kissing. Hugging. You on your knees, he on his.

These are Bucky’s memories, some of them. The rest seem to be… daydreams? You try to understand the images even he shakes from his head.

Before you, you watch Bucky kiss you the night you presented as an Omega. Instead of gritting his teeth and turning away, losing his virginity to a girl you despised (the real events), he broke from the crowd at just 16, and kissed you. That night had shattered your friendship in a way. This is what it would be if it hadn’t.

He’s right. You two bond only one week later. He is glued to you, picking you up from work and courting you quickly. And it happens fast— you are with pup right away.

You feel tears break free when you see him so happy and hopeful, at such a young age. He holds you so close, takes care of you so sweetly. It makes you want to go back and do everything over.

Until you see him get his letter for the army. He makes sure Steve is there for you, and kisses you goodbye at the train with a promise to come back. Back for your pup and your bond.

Then you watch yourself sob when they tell you he was captured. Harder, when Steve comes home and says Bucky died. You lose your pup, because Omegas can’t carry when distressed, and that sends you to a dark place. This was Bucky’s nightmare.

 

Images snap past, back to memories, you think. Bucky hears you laughing in the distance with Howard, and he storms off to find another girl. Your blood boils when you watch him kiss a girl, and your pups stir in response.

Again, the image falters to what his wish was. The idyllic vision of Bucky grabbing you from Howard and proclaiming his love makes your heart soar again. It ends in a similar fashion to before.

Bucky can’t imagine a happy ending for himself. He can’t imagine a story that doesn’t end with you, heartbroken and alone, losing pups and him. You relive his imagined pain every time he pictures happiness.

It’s like he’s trapped here. He remembers you, he remembers your bond. Every time he wakes from this pain, you see him think of you, dream of what could have been, and surrender to the terror of how it all would have ended up.

Hearing Bucky’s distorted howls of pain, you hold tight to whatever is near you, and wait. The world blasts by, and you see him changing into a vampire, still clinging to mortal memory with all he’s got.

Steve is in his memory. Bucky makes him promise to look after you. He asks that Steve take care of you, and make sure you can have the pups you always wanted. Steve nods, watching Bucky recover from the experimentation that happened while the Howling Commandos were hostage.

Bucky is trapped in this cycle. You realize that even now, he cannot escape the visions of the worst case scenarios, because he has lived so many.

The world whips by again.

He’s in a chair, strapped down, and you hug him. It’s not real, you don’t think. But you hug him and kiss him and whisper that he will be okay. You undo one strap, and free his hand to touch your pups.

The trembling pain of the man slows as you smooth his hand over your bump. His eyes that were slammed shut loosen slightly, looking at you and your middle.

“I love you, Alpha. You will come home to us, i promise.” You shush him, when he groans in pain. Your hands gently smooth his hair back from the burn marks on his face.

His body is larger than it is now. His pain is evident in the way his body moves and reacts. All you can see is that he works hard, and is offered no peace in return.

“Me, our pups, and Stevie. We all love you, and we’re waiting for you.” You kiss his face near the burns, before scenting him.

The perspective shifts, and Bucky is covered in blood. His mouth is stained, a medical shirt messy with sticky redness. You move to comfort him, but see that his gland is freshly removed. He is barely breathing. The blood is from a mix of that and whoever Bucky attacked.

“Hey, baby. It’s alright. I’m here. I love you, so much.” You feel a twinge in your middle, as stress sets in. You need to get back to Bucky.

The pups are reaching for him, and he seems to sense it. You can feel how weak his life force is, after having a gland torn from him. Bucky’s fingers stretch toward your swollen stomach and you sit on the side of his recovery mat.

“You can still feel us. Feel them.” You’re crying as he realizes he is still connected. “I promise, it’s not all the worst case scenario. I promise you have us, and a bond. Our little pups are in it… just feel.”

You try to push the little lights to the surface of your bond, and hear a breath leave Bucky in a rush. His expression is of wonder and hope. Fresh, hot, tears spill over your cheeks as you feel his relief and love. Every iteration of Bucky lives just for you, for these pups. Even before you were all real.

“Darlin’,” Bucky’s voice sounds broken, behind you. “Where are you?”

You see Bucky, backlit in a door. Where is he?

“I’m here. Bucky?” You call to him, but the light fades.

Your eardrums ring with bangs, and you know it’s gunfire. It’s familiar, you can even name the guns being used.

The Winter Soldier. Bucky stands before you, and you realize he sees your dress soak with red. His expression flickers with recognition. It’s the Bucky you saw just before your heat, when he barely knew anything around him.

“It’s okay,” you whisper but the words sound laboured. “It’s not real.”

He seems forlorn and confused, panicking to put pressure on your wound.

“No. No— you’re here. You’re real. I see you all the time, but you exist.” He gasps and looks around, trying to save you. This is how Steve said he was when he’d tried to kill him on that mission. “You… our pups. I shot you…”

The next thing you see is Bucky, in the nest. The communal nest which both of you made your own last night. He’s having a nightmare after you got out of bed without him.

The room turns and he is up, calling everyone he can. Something about you disappearing. He clutches his chest as he feels out the bond, and you feel your pups reach for him as well. His panic turns to fury as he thinks of anyone taking you.

This Bucky doesn’t see or hear you, and falls to pieces.

“No! Not her! Not them!” His voice is hoarse with passion and fear. “They haven’t done anything!”

You sob openly, unsure if this is real or what’s happening to you. Bucky’s tears from his tenth birthday when his dad didn’t come home from training still haunt you. His terror and rage from these episodes splits you apart.

“Please, let them be safe!” He whispers urgently as he answers a call from someone, you can’t tell who. The dream is too disfigured and rushed.

“No!” He falls to his knees, watching a video you have to look away from. It becomes far too much for you, and you feel a cramp through your middle that calls you away from this dream/hellscape.

And then, you’re back in the bathroom. Daylight seeps in, and you hear Bucky furiously calling for you.

“Omega,” he shouts in relief and emotional distress. “Why didn’t you answer!? I thought you’d disappeared!”

You turn and wrap around him, crying. No wonder he was pensive and quiet, always ready to snap at someone. You never knew what his world was like.

“I think… I think your pup just connected us differently.” You heave sobs and feel him hold you tight.

He scents you, and gently nips your gland as he grooms it. His touch relaxes you, if only a little.

“You have been here, every time I needed you. I can’t believe it.” The choked words fill your bond, as the images start to fizzle and take form. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. We’re gonna figure this out, and then we are gonna make sure you finally get to see a happy ending for yourself.” You kiss him, like it could save the universe. It might.

Bucky holds you so tight you think you may merge. His hand stays on your belly, and he quietly keeps you next to him all day. No complaints from you. This was where all of you belonged and where you fully intend to bring his pups along.

Notes:

Oh I watched the bookmarks FALL OFF with that last chapter sorry yall.

I love everyone who is reading and I hope this chapter was interesting. Will explain more in the next!!

Chapter 32: Visions

Summary:

I hope people are still here and that this chapter helps. Next one is suuuuuuper cute, then our pups arrive soon!

Please give a little hello if you’re still enjoying or wish to see anything!

Bucky swears the ringing in his ears will never end after Cho says the baby has vampire blood.

His pup, the only pup he may ever sire, already has a link to the vampires. They say something about Rh factors… blood barriers… things he truly just doesn’t understand. You had visions of his worst nightmares, because of the bonds, the blood entering your own, and Bucky’s anxiety.

“We don’t know how it’ll be, moving forward. We don’t think much different than being injected with vampire blood, which often triggers hallucinations and stress and pain, but we haven’t seen a pup gestate this way.” They have a thousand hypotheses.

You seem alright. There’s no pain, but the memories and nightmares he accidentally shared through the bond did stress you a little. After all of the crazy things he’s done to keep you from being stressed, he doesn’t want this to be what causes complications.

“I felt like I was in the nightmares. Like they were real.” You admit it carefully, prioritizing answers and research to keeping him calm.

Bucky remembers when he was injected with the blood. Days of visions of the vampires life and thoughts and crimes distorted his reality. But that, alone, is temporary and should affect her less and less as time goes.

“They are vivid. We have a few things that can counteract the effects, and we can monitor how vampiric this pup is. If they are growing well, and strong in the bond, we shouldn’t need to be too concerned.” She soothes you and you nod.

He’s nervous of what nightmares you saw. People forget how traumatized he was from being at war, alone. It started before he was ever captured.

“Am I stable enough to go home? I really just need time with Bucky, right now.” You seem shaken, and he thinks of finally finding you hidden in the storage room. You were crying and holding a sleeping bag, like a person.

“Medically, you seem perfectly fine. I’ll send you a contact for some therapy, in case. And I’ll find someone in the area who consults on vampire blood. Gotta be someone in New York.” She smiles gently as she passes Bucky a card.

Whatever will help you, he thinks, is whatever he will do.

 

-

 

“I’m alright, Bucky. Just let me take a nap.” You keep saying you’re okay.

“I just thought you were missing for hours. Then I found you in the damn storage closet, bawling your eyes out, completely disoriented.” Bucky had searched everywhere, only to finally hear you through a wall. He tore down the drywall to get to you, rather than going around searching for a door.

“You found me in the bathroom, Bucky.” You drum your fingers on your belly, and he feels the little galaxies stir.

Bucky stands before you, pressing your belly against his. He kisses your forehead, and sways a bit with you. The very possibility of some vampire hating cult or even Hydra getting their hands on you had been terrifying.

“You only just started being responsive to where you were. Can you think back for me, and see where you really were when I found you?” He cups your face.

You had laid next to him, while he tried to settle you down. But you were very dazed.

“I thought it was the bathroom. You were calling… that’s where I was when the dreams started.” You notice the drywall debris from where he had lost patience and tried to get you emergently.

“I was calling, but I heard you in the storage area. I was worried you locked it, and I didn’t recall the pin. I was scared you were in danger, so I took the wall down.” He only breaks from his intensity when you chuckle at him.

“I love you. I’m sorry, I am remembering things a little fuzzy. No wonder people get addicted to vampire blood.” You think of people who used it like a drug. It wasn’t a pleasant trip, for you, however.

“Did you really see all my worst memories? I’m so sorry.” Bucky tucks your hair behind your ear.

“The nightmares and the memories, I think. Yeah. But… I tried to be there for you. I tried to comfort you and show you the future that was waiting.” She starts to cry, again, and he remembers how that felt in the bond.

It somehow felt like she had undone ancient knots in his soul. Where he had been chronically tangled and torn the threads of life were now smooth and sparkling.

“I’m so grateful. I felt you trying, in the bond. And I know that in my darkest moments, if I saw you swollen with our pups, I would have known every minute was worth it.” He kisses your hair. If he dared to hope, at that time, he was always plagued with the worst outcomes in his mind. It kept him in line. Alive.

“I’m tired.” You finally seem to flag, after all the confusion. The medication that is meant to help with the blood interaction also could make you groggy.

“Let’s get you resting in the den. I’ll take good care of you, Omega.” He carefully guides you to the room, settling you into the nest.

As soon as you are asleep, Bucky kisses your cheek, then your belly. He leaves swiftly, grabbing his phone.

“Come home.” Bucky begs into the phone.

“What’s wrong? Are the pups okay? Is she okay?” Steve’s voice is utterly panicked.

“They’re alright. They’re okay. I… I need you, here. I need someone.” Bucky descends into a full panic attack. He doesn’t want to lean on you, when you’re unwell and disoriented. But it has been decades since he could ask anyone for help.

He is scared. Will the pup be alright? How vampiric could they be, if they are growing right next to Steve’s wolf pup without trouble? Every other thought spurs him to fall deeper into despair.

You promised you’d help him see that it won’t always be the worst case scenario. But he doesn’t know how to believe that.

“What happened? It’s gonna take me a day or two to get home, Buck.” He sounds a little torn.

“My pup has vampire blood. They don’t think too much, but it’s there. It had some side effects on our Omega.” He knows they’ve said everyone looks safe and healthy. It frightens him anyway.

“Alright. I’m gonna try to get home to help you both relax. But in the meantime, she needs you to be her pillar. Don’t let her fret, and just cuddle her and your pups, okay?” Steve tries to inflect a little of his pack leader status.

“Steve, I can’t give her any more nightmares or stress. What happens if I’m the reason something goes wrong for her or the pups?” Every time he had wanted something, he had denied himself because of the fear. Now, he could be living out every scenario he’d been most afraid of.

“The other pack members can help her, it’s good for her to have community. Sam will help you, Buck. And I’ll be home.” Steve sounds like he’s in the middle of something.

“Okay. Alright. I can do this.” Bucky tries to breathe, thinking of how he can help you.

“Buck, just think… if the worst happens, how would you have wanted to spend the time you had with your family? I think you’d want to be close, and be there, and let her know you love her. Let your pups know, too.”

He’s right. He wouldn’t want to waste a second with them.

“Thanks. We’ll see ya when you’re home.” Bucky sighs, wondering what to do.

The sour, sickly stench of despair permeates his clothing and the room. He knows better than to bring it back to you. You look peaceful, so he hurries to wash himself with scent soaps.

A knock interrupts him as he towels off. He thinks you maybe woke, but he sees no one when he opens the ensuite. You sleep, more, obviously tired.

“Anthony Stark has requested entrance.” FRIDAY only comes through the speaker next to Bucky.

Tony? Bucky feels his hackles raise as he approaches the door. Tony wasn’t on the mission, and never really came to this wing.

Both Alphas stare at each other in silence, when Bucky opens the door.

“Don’t worry, I’m here to help, Robocop. Your Omega has a little soft spot in my heart. If she’s all stressed out, I figured she needs friends.” Tony scans the apartment before following your scent to the nest.

“Everyone’s on a mission. Do you… you know what happened?” Bucky watches as a look of understanding takes over Tony’s features.

“When you’ve done bad things, sometimes you worry about the future. Pups make it worse.” He states everything matter-of-factly.

“Can you help?” Bucky looks at you, feeling the looming sense of dread he hasn’t been able to let go of.

“I can help both of you.”

You rouse at the conversation and notice Tony. He smiles at you like a parent.

“That little angry Omega is a sweet Doe?” Tony sits next to you on the nest. He lets you hug him, and rests a palm on your middle. “Two pups, you always overachieved.”

You smile and scent him. Bucky feels a little awed by the relationship between you. Your parents had passed when you were younger, and he thinks it’s good to see you have someone similar.

“Tony,” you stop and your eyes water. “How did you and Pepper not worry?”

“Comes with the territory. And it never stops.” He chuckles and scents you back.

“Do you think their lineage will cause problems?” Bucky just wants Tony to tell him not to freak out. But nobody has that answer.

“I think you will be good to your pups, no matter what. Ever seen Star Wars? Not a great time when you lose your cool and cause your own problems.” Tony references Anakin, and Bucky frowns.

“They feel happy and healthy. But I saw how afraid you’ve always been, Buck. I know you’re scared.” You reach to get him to sit on your opposite side.

“Tony… I never would have hurt Howard. I’m sorry. And I appreciate your support right now.” Bucky really needs someone so he can be there for you. He would never have pictured Tony as his surrogate pack leader, but here he is.

“Well, I’m past it.” Typical Tony. “At least until your pups come. Then, I’ll teach them to do all sorts of things to drive you crazy. Maybe one will grow up and like my pup and we can be resentful in-laws.”

Bucky can’t help but feel better, just seeing you laugh with Tony and show him your growing pups. He makes you smile, and makes you fully focused on everything but doom and gloom. He appreciates that.

 

—

 

Two days, Tony visits and helps you feel more positive. He even helps Bucky talk through all the fears and concerns.

“No more nightmares from me?” Bucky checks when you wake early one morning and nuzzle into him.

“Nada!” You seem much more yourself.

“Pups feel good.” He feels them move, and his heart skips. They’re so big, now. So real.

“Bucky, can I share something through our bond? Do you think it’ll make things better?” You hold his hand as he tries to feel for more movement.

Bucky takes a long breath. You’re going to share the happy endings you’ve always held onto when all he saw was doom. But will that only make him worse?

“Can we start with one?” He settles back, knowing it takes a large amount of energy for both to share such images.

You nod, scooting closer to him.

Your palm moves over his heart. The beating is ramping up, and you can probably sense the negative and scary thoughts swirling. Bucky places his hand over your heart, as well.

— The image he had trapped in his mind appears. The day you presented as an Omega, he isn’t sure how to react. Instead of running away, like he did, he moves toward you rapidly and scents you until your knees buckle.

Heats shouldn’t start until maturity, around 19-25. But yours starts the very next week. Bucky has his first Rut, at the same time. His parents say it’s because you two have been so inseparable.

Things are awkward, and a little scary. If teens are having sex around you, they are awkward and learning and shy. This is primal, carnal, and demanding. Being knotted is intimidating at just 16.

Not as intimidating as feeling a soft little glow in your bond, days after bonding. A new life. A pup, you’ll spend the rest of your life loving.

Bucky gets a job at the docks and moves you into his room. You’d been raised mostly by your cousin since your parents passed, and she couldn’t afford to help you. His mother fawns over you as you try to balance your own youth with being pregnant.

Bucky scents you every morning and night, and is fascinated by all the old wives tales his mother talks about. She gifts you so many things, and Bucky is overjoyed at every development. You feel so full of love you hardly notice how impossibly young you both are.

You and Bucky have years of wonder with your little pup. When his father passes, he takes Steve in, and becomes Pack Leader. The role of caring for everyone has always been his.

Two more pups enter the world, adored from their inception by their Sire and the entire pack. He has never smiled more, or bragged more. Bucky lets the eldest playfully wrestle him, as the middle pup eats and his youngest sleeps on Steve’s lap.

It’s beautiful. You feel so much love, after some years without family. The war only takes Bucky for a short time. Steve takes the serum, but the war ends within a year and both are hailed as heroes. You have one more pup and watch the world bloom around you.

Everyone gets older, and he celebrates his sister finding her own pack. You and her share the work of pups, and his mother passes of old age surrounded by her loved ones. Bucky welcomes Steve’s Omega, and you enjoy them as you finish training to become a doula.

 

“Fuck, I wish that were how it happened.” His eyes water as he kisses you over and over.

“We are gonna have the happiest ending, my love.” You wipe his eyes but your own water in response. An emotional eruption happens.

Bucky sends all of his love to you and the pups. You gasp, fingers clutching his shirt and brow pinching. It’s intense, but he can’t contain it. It’s been days of trying to push it away in case it doesn’t end well and hurts.

“What are you two doing?” Steve’s voice comes from the door. He appears visibly moved, letting the bond to the pups absorb all of Bucky’s love.

“Stevie!” You cry and reach for him like a child.

Steve quickly falls to the side of the nest, caught in your arms. Bucky smiles and watches the exchange.

“You two have made this room stink of stress. But all I feel is how much you love these pups. Everything okay?” Steve slides into the nest, feeling the pups and their little nudges.

“I love you so much. Both of you, and our pups. And I know that we are gonna have a happy pack. I know it.” You kiss Steve, then Bucky a bit deeper.

“I’m glad. Because you know what else it smells of?” Steve combs his fingertips through your hair, and Bucky finally takes note of the change that happened after your vision sharing.

“Dry heat?” You bite your lip nervously after you answer.

Nodding, Steve smiles and scents you like you’re porcelain.

“Dry heat,” he confirms.

Notes:

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Thank you Musje5 for emotional support and guidance.

Chapter 33: Dry Heat

Summary:

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Cho and Bruce had been searching for ways to get you to relax. They needed Bucky to calm down, and you not to have his nightmares. The best way they found? A Dry Heat.

It’s not a very common thing, rarely occurring naturally. Some drugs can bring it on, or hormonal changes, or specific pairings. But they kept researching and looking at the culture and science behind it all.

“How do you know what Dry Heat scents like?” Bucky asks as Steve unabashedly buries his nose at your gland.

“Come catch a whiff, you’ll just know.” Steve moves away a moment so Bucky can do so without disruption.

You feel like heaven as Bucky grooms your gland, drinking every pheromone from the air. The sensitivity of the skin is a little higher, but you have few symptoms just yet.

The stress is falling away. The ever-present threat of your twinge in your belly seems to fade. Steve sheds his scratchy pants and shirt, better able to scent and snuggle.

“Did you ever think I’d be here?” Steve sneaks in kisses and touches.

“No.” You fall back as Bucky shoves Steve away playfully. He scents you with his wrists and laps at your jawline and neck. It’s like he is fighting to urge on the Dry Heat.

“Ummm, I sort of thought if Bucky and I bonded you’d be part of it. A pack member. Never considered this.” You answer through little mewls.

Bucky sucks love bites into your skin, the pinch of it sending gooseflesh over the rest of your body. Steve scents you before grooming the glands on your chest and arms. Soft grazes of his mouth make your plume scent outward.

“I imagined you’d look like this, with Bucky’s pup. But that you’d both take care of me, too. For a long time, I was just afraid you’d both leave me behind if you were together.” Steve gently cups your cheeks. His thumbs trail back and forth.

Your eyes flutter shut, listening to the soothing voice of Steve. Bucky slides down, kissing your spine and smoothing his hands over the muscles and ligaments of your body. The purr that erupts turns into a group Love Song.

“We wouldn’t have left you.” The words fill your mouth like cotton. “We always loved you.”

“You both left when the war called. I was alone.” Steve thumbs your jawline where small glands are.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

Bucky combs your hair away from your neck, before kissing the sensitive space at the nape. He’s trying to soothe you without interrupting. Nothing can take away the hurt you both left Steve with.

“It’s alright. I signed up to try the serum because being a sickly beta unable to fight, hurt. I needed the push. And we’re all here.” Steve nuzzles you under his chin, nose against his neck.

Your belly is so swollen and heavy. The twins kick as Bucky kisses there. He chuckles and grooms the tight skin with his tongue.

“Our perfect pups. Can’t believe this is real.” Bucky studies the little movements of your taut tummy. His fingers trace your purple stretch marks, and Steve cobs at your glands gently to stir their full scent.

“Think this is an elbow?” Steve points at a little spot you can feel pressing out.

“Foot,” you cringe as the baby stretches into your organs.

Steve massages your middle, and Bucky nips the little bumps that emerge as the pups move. Thank goodness you didn’t have a larger brood, which sometimes happens in packs without pups.

You start to whine and gasp as your skin itches and warms, desperate for more affection and touch. They strip you to your underwear and continue focusing on all your glands and your pups. It changes the way you breathe and sound and feel.

Bucky growls gently when your heat starts hitting too rapidly. Sometimes, the hormones could be too fierce and create some anxiety. They ensure you stay calm and don’t fall over the edge.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks and you feel Bucky squirm behind you. He makes a dry retching sound, and you are pulled back into some consciousness.

“Just happens at the start of cycles.” Bucky chokes on each word and fights off the warring wolf and vampire within.

“Are you hungry?”

The flash of black eyes and veins spooks you, and Bucky swallows hard.

“I thought you fed? And you’re supposed to be relatively unbothered by blood?” Steve pulls you close, when you reach for Bucky and he balks.

“It’s getting harder not to change her.” That sends a chill through your Heat.

“It’s alright. Omega, it’s alright.” Steve squeezes you in his arms, sweetly kissing you and rubbing his wrists over you.

“Omega, I love you. Won’t hurt ya one bit. You just smell delicious, and you’re full of my pups. Wanna spend forever with ya.” Bucky whines when you turn away from Steve and kiss him harshly.

You need him to scent of you. If Steve and Bucky don’t absolutely stink of you from now until the pups are here, you might turn inside out.

Bucky is afraid of you dying. That’s where his heart has started to tear in half, recently. The pups are near viability, and they are so healthy and active. Now, he is terrified for you. He wants to change you, or prep you to change. You can sense it all the time.

“Omega,” he coos. “Gonna keep ya so full o’ pups.”

Steve means to drum his fingers on your tummy, but accidentally tickles you. Your small bout of laughter becomes almost unstoppable as you think of the way your body is shaking your pups. The harder you try to stop, the harder you laugh.

“They’re probably feeling like they’re in a wave pool.” You swipe at tears you’re laughing so hard.

“Almost as cute as when they both had hiccups.” Bucky marvels at the way the pups kick.

He kisses you, upside down, from his position above. Steve scoots low, to tickle you again and laugh at the way your belly squeezes the pups. They kick back. He kisses the stretched, angry skin.

You whine, when a fresh flood of hormones demand you be closer to both Alphas. Your pups are probably reaching for them, igniting the instincts. Bucky settles next to you and kisses you deeply, messily, and tauntingly while he playfully pushes Steve once more.

Steve growls, something you barely hear. It makes you feel a little lightheaded.

“Omega.” Bucky uses his Alpha voice and you feel like the moment before a rollercoaster goes into freefall. “What do you need?”

You whine and feel Steve kissing up the side of your swollen middle. Bucky is allowing his hand to wander, while he grooms your gland almost raw. They are just as consumed with the desire to be closer and intimate.

“Need snuggles. And scent.” You drink all the pheromones from the air. Bucky’s eyes are black, and the veins around his eyes are, too. But that just means he can’t heal his bites.

Thankfully, you have Steve.

Bucky pierces your mating gland, and you almost sing his praises. Steve watches Bucky swallow a mouthful, before he dives in to heal you back up. The mix of sensations makes you dizzy.

“Love you, ‘Mega. So much. Just a couple weeks and we will be seein’ feet and hands when they kick.” Bucky murmurs sweetly and you purr louder.

The Love Song vibrates the three of you nearly to a puddle. You make out like teenagers, or at least they take turns taking care of you. Bucky is still who you fall asleep in the arms of. His heartbeat echoes in the bond, and your pups finally fall asleep just before you.

Steve returns with so many sweets in the morning after briefly disappearing. You scrounge through your bedside drawer for nuts, jerky, and dark chocolate. The Alphas laugh when you take a nibble of your own offering for them.

“The pups want it!” You pout and then let out an ‘oof’ when a little foot kicks your insides. “See?”

“Naughty pups,” Bucky scolds and nips your belly, feeling the lively little ones move.

You yipe at the feeling of a warm liquid dripping above your breast. But Steve immediately smiles and kisses you as another hot drip hits all over your collar, breast, and down your belly. There is a fresh, sweet scent that mixes with yours and almost clarifies it.

Bucky quickly laps at the oil on your belly. He grins when a little foot shows perfectly beneath his lips, pressing with all its might. You see how quickly the black in his eyes flickers out, and a sparkle is there like when he was young.

Steve is sucking at your skin, focused on the edible scent oil there. You whine at his ministrations, trying to take in how free and excited Bucky looks. The extreme stress and haze of the last few weeks finally clears from his features.

Little hands and feet respond to Bucky’s movements, and you gasp at Steve’s nips at your collar and body. It’s all too perfect, you want to hold on for just one moment.

Just then, Bucky falls apart. Shambles. His shoulders shake and he peppers your pups with kisses, escorted by tears. You’ve not seen Bucky cry like this, not really.

A lot of emotions has been trapped behind the veil of nightmares and stress and Alpha possessiveness. As they fall away, he is left raw. Steve sits up, unsure what happened. You tentatively reach to touch Bucky’s hair and cheek.

“We’re having pups,” he whispers raggedly. You find your own tears flowing at how moved he is. “And they’re almost here. They’re safe.”

Steve kisses you, then moves aside. He grabs one of the snacks from the shelf, and carefully observes you and Bucky. Bucky moves up, claiming your lips and holding you like porcelain.

“Thank you. Thank you.” It’s like there are so many other words that could come out, they all just get stuck behind this umbrella.

“Bucky, it’s just a Dry Heat. Come cuddle. The scent oil might be too much, right now.” You rack your brain for what broke the dam like this.

“But they’re my pups.” Bucky seems so torn and frantic. “It’s been eighty goddamn years, Omega. I… I get to feel my pups move and have a dry heat with you. You’re my girl.”

He is still racked with sobs as he kisses you. You haven’t seen him look so ‘Bucky’ in half your life. It almost gives you flashbacks to the science fair, and Coney Island, and Bucky teaching Becca how to play games.

“Everything is perfect. They are playing soccer with my organs, but I’m fine.” You purr when he starts rubbing the scent oil into your glands near your collar, absently. “What’s going on?”

Steve squeezes your hand, but doesn’t disrupt your moment with Bucky.

Bucky just kisses you, gathering himself between small ragged breaths. You feel your lips quiver when his start to.

“I’ve been so afraid for so long. And angry. And… hungry.” The word carries an insidious blackness around it, which ripples through the room. “I… I think my Alpha is finally himself. I don’t feel my other side, not right now. And I haven’t felt…”

He starts to cry again, hand traveling over your bump as hot tears fall on your cheek. His forehead nuzzles into your temple, and you feel wave after wave of unencumbered joy. It’s unlike anything you’ve felt from him.

“I haven’t felt happy like this in so long. Without the lingerin’ doom and shit.” He wiped his eyes and smiles through the shaky voice. “My gland doesn’t hurt.”

The gland that was torn out of him. The one you know, from Bruce and Cho, must have been ripped out by teeth at the hive before it ever saw a surgeon.

“Everything has been trapped, like every good emotion is right there. But behind a glass wall. But somethin’ about that pup kickin’ me in the face, and being with you two, in a Dry Heat and a Love Song… I’m so fuckin’ happy.” He lets you swipe at his red rimmed eyes as he scents you gently and kisses you.

You couldn’t imagine being constantly torn apart inside like he has been. But you are so delighted to see Bucky, boyish and free, if only for a minute. Even if he can remember what it’s like, he will remember that it isn’t dangerous.

The three of you snuggle back up, on the bed. Bucky is renewed by this joy, peppering kisses and scenting every square inch of you.

Steve sneaks back to kiss you, when Bucky is laving at the valley between your swollen breasts. Dry Heats aren’t usually very sexual, just extremely intimate and snuggly. But you aren’t necessarily against his attention.

You have been uncomfortable in a few ways, though you are grateful multiples are so much easier for Omegas. Bucky has been attentive, especially on nights where Steve is away. Right now, this is Heaven.

Steve massages your scalp as you lean in his lap. You rub Bucky’s scalp in turn, and you know eventually you’ll all trade. The hot scent oil is played around with more, as well as fruit juices from your snack pile.

Eventually, you are lulled to peaceful exhaustion. Even the pups seem so loved and happy they rest.

“What you felt today, she feels every time she sees you. I saw you, and I saw the way she has looked at you ever since you came back to us.” Steve whispers to Bucky when you should be sleeping.

“I’ll never thank you enough for what you’ve done. For keeping her safe, and for letting me in.” Bucky swallows, dragging his lips over your neck and skin a moment. “She has a second gland… so do you.”

Steve shakes his head, you feel it next to you. Hopefully the stutter of your heart doesn’t alert Bucky through the bond.

“I love you both. I do, and I can’t wait to meet these pups. But I can tell you still feel threatened sometimes. I’m not here to steal her at all. I want what you two have, but I don’t wanna make these decisions until everyone’s heads are clear.” Steve skims his knuckles down your arm comfortingly.

“Alright. I’ll enjoy the rest of this dry heat, and we will talk when the pups are here.” You can hear the lightness in him.

Everything is right.

Chapter 34: Names

Summary:

Bucky struggles to connect

“Bucky,” you warble out.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Bucky sits up drowsily and looks to you.

“I think I’m having contractions.” You fist your fingers in the sheets as one giant cramp moves through you.

He’s suddenly very awake and alert. You feel his palm hold your swollen middle as if he can decipher what is going on. The pups have been happy and active since the dry heat.

“We can go to medical?” He had worriedly discussed this with you before. Times were extremely different, and none of you knew what to expect.

In your day, Omegas had large communities and gave birth with many others, but rarely an Alpha. The Alphas did bond for several days before presenting pups to a pack, but you wouldn’t have expected yours in the room.

Except Bucky. He had always fawned over every single pup so sweetly, you always pictured him staying by your side.

“I want you and Steve, and a birthing nest.” You start feeling anxious. This isn’t like a Beta birth, your pups will come quickly.

“Lemme call Steve back up.” Bucky had let Steve go to a meeting this morning, while he stayed to snuggle and let you sleep as much as you could. Soon, you would be tired even with all the help.

You cringe again, scared and a little painful. You’ve got two pups to bring into the world.

“He’ll be up shortly. We have scent blankets, colognes… anything you need.” Bucky knows all of these should help. He’s a little scared of being here alone, you know.

You can’t help but whine that you wish your mom were here. It’s been a long time since you thought of her, but it comes out of nowhere as you think of what’s to come.

—

The screaming was expected. Maybe not screaming but moaning and crying. You’re in a lot of pain.

But when you tell him you wish your mom were here, he fractures. He wishes his folks were here, too. His sister could be so damn cute with his pups, and his parents could be proud. His Ma would surely coach you through this, in place of yours.

“Here, they suggested this position.” Steve holds you gently as you try to sit up and move to a squatting pose. Your arms wrap his neck, as your head slings low by his chest.

Bucky feels almost like a third wheel. He’s been fighting off the panic and vampire side, which are both interfering with his instincts. Steve’s instincts have fully kicked in. It’s almost unreal how naturally he helps you breathe or position yourself.

Whatever this is, you suddenly change your posture and adjust your muscling, before saying the pups are coming. You’re on your heels, in a squat, but slowly maneuver to your knees as your body lets down.

Bucky feels a tug, as if string were tied to his heart, and moves toward you. He feels your bond catch fire, as he kisses your hand before it clamps on his shoulder. His hands reach down to catch his pup as it enters the world.

“A girl. This pup is a girl.” Bucky expects to feel sudden love and connection to the little baby, but his adrenaline is too high.

Steve moves the pup and placenta quickly to Steve’s chest. You sob with the renewed contractions and pain, rolling your hips at different angles like the right one will make the pup arrive faster.

Bucky can tell how mesmerized Steve is, and he is practically beaming the entire time. Bucky is overwhelmed by the bright bond he has with you in this moment, and stops focusing on his pack leader.

You stop the rocking and freeze. Bucky observes your body practically vibrating. The next thing he knows, his instinct is to get you settled on your back. You’re too tired and he can see you flagging.

As soon as you are on your back, Bucky feels lost at sea. The instincts vanish as quickly as they came, because panic crashes around him at the change of your scent. It’s probably just because of your pup, but he’s terrified.

Steve passes him his daughter, and you rouse enough to push a few more times. Bucky scents the whelp, over and over. He listens to her gentle breaths and tries to feel her in the bond.

Steve holds up a bright red little boy, and you sob with joy. The whole ordeal feels like it took days, but mere heartbeats at the same time.

They’re wrinkly and red, but you accept them both to your collar bones for scenting. The twins immediately curl into each other, as if still in the womb. Bucky feels his heart clench. Yours does the same in the bond.

 

When things are clean and tidied, you all rest in a family nest. Steve and Bucky have both scented the pups, and cobbed to reveal their scent glands for you three. That makes the glands receptive to those around them, and activated them to start building their own scents for later.

Even after all that, Bucky doesn’t feel the click. The solidification of his pups in his bond just… doesn’t come. Of course, he loves them. These two little strangers are now fully dependent on him for the rest of their lives. But they don’t feel like his.

There is a strange disconnect, when he tries to feel them the way he can tell you and Steve do. His soul feels shredded at the possibility he won’t ever have the bond an Alpha should with his pups. Maybe this is the vampire in him, again.

“A boy and a girl. That mean you’re all done?” Steve teases quietly as you try to arrange the pups to feed. He expertly supports the boy, as you adjust the girl.

Bucky doesn’t want to be done. He misses all the fantasies he never got to live out. These pups should be the first of a few. They should be trouble makers, spitfires, and excellent older siblings. He wishes this strange bubble around his heart wasn’t there, and he were a healthy Alpha who could make pups.

“I just had to push those out of me. I never want to do that again.” You say it with so much conviction, but the way you snuggle in to Bucky makes him wonder.

He has been in shocked silence for a long while. Not only has his entire existence just changed, with two healthy pups to hold until he presents them, but he is afraid. The chances of a rejected Sire are so low, but if there is a fate worse than death, it’s that.

“You did a good job, Omega. They’re perfect.” Steve strokes the cheek of the girl, while the pups start to slow their feed.

Bucky reaches tentatively for the cheek of his son. Even when enamoured by the tacky, newborn skin beneath his flesh, he feels like the bond has been locked away. How are they freely given two whelps, and trusted to care for them?

His Vampire side is screaming at him to do something, but he’s terrified to listen. His Alpha is even quiet, but Bucky doesn’t trust himself to do anything yet. All he wants is to memorize the breaths and gurgles and lip smacks of his two precious pups.

“Where’d you go?” You nuzzle him and peer up, as you wrap the boy pup to Steve and turn to pass the girl to Bucky. He gratefully accepts her, knowing she needs to be against the scent glands in his mid chest.

They’ve all been a little teary and crying. The pups have been so quiet and perfect. Even changing diapers hasn’t been that much of a chore (though that may change when it gets old). So why can’t he open his bond?

“Just lost in thought. I’m sorry our families aren’t here, but I hope this family we have created is enough.” Bucky grooms your gland, knowing you are exhausted and in pain.

Thankfully, the healing salve Alphas create also helps after birth. Not that you want their mouths anywhere near your centre. Instead, it’s mixed with numerous other Omega-recommended healing properties and you apply it or they can.

“Is that why you’re sad?” You move to cuddle closer to Bucky. Steve shuffles sideways so he is pressed against your back.

“Sad?” He snaps his eyes over.

“You’ve felt sort of sad and troubled, since after it was over. I thought maybe you were just missing how things would have been.” You fix your maternity dress, making sure you have the support you need as you cuddle up.

“Yeah… yeah, ‘s just different. You made us two perfect pups, though, Doll.” Bucky smiles when you blush and a wash of pride flows through you.

“They are perfect. I can’t get enough of just hearin’ ‘em eat and breathe and make noise.” Bucky grins at the perfectly timed little grunt and mouth sound from the girl on his chest. “So, what do you wanna name ‘em?”

Maybe giving them names will help. Maybe they’ll feel less like little strangers who he loves and hopes to resemble. You light back up at the thought.

“Do you guys want to know which pup is yours? Will that matter what we name them?” You turn and sit up, looking over both snoozing whelps.

“They’re both yours and Bucky’s. I’m just your Pack Leader, now.” Steve settles the second pup on Bucky’s chest, so they can be next to each other.

“Is that what you want?” You ask behind a vale of tears.

“I think my presence is stressing Bucky out. Have you bound to your pups yet?” Steve reads Bucky like a book.

You whip your head between the two Alphas, understanding what has happened. Bucky stares down at the little pups clad in diapers as they gently move and squirm together. They’re impossibly adorable.

“That’s true? Are you not bound, yet?” She scents the pups and then prods the bond, trying to ascertain what’s happening. There is still something missing.

“Not because of Steve. I think… there might be something wrong with me. But until I check it out, we shouldn’t make any big decisions.” He does love feeling their little breaths even out against his skin as they rest on his paternal chest gland.

“Should we wait, until everything is sorted out? Or would naming them help you?” You seem like you’re trying your best to hide how this is making you feel.

“I do love them.” Bucky insists it to them. “I’m just… I can’t get the bond to click.”

You move to groom his gland, then nuzzle your pups. He watches you wait to see if anything happens. When nothing does, everyone takes a sigh together.

“It’s alright. We have a few days before it is problematic. I’m still here and I love them. I love you, gorgeous Omega. And I want to name the pups all together.” Bucky is grateful for the sense of Sire instinct he does feel when saying it.

They even sleep loudly, unaware that all the things they did in the womb now make noise. But the stretch and fold of the tiny digits, and wrinkle of their faces, brings his soul peace. Even if the bond doesn’t click, they are undeniably astounding. He just wishes they felt like ‘his’.

“I think I’d like my sister’s name worked in. She was a huge part of how I met both of you. I miss her,” he chokes.

Becca had found Steve getting bullied when she was barely walking. She found you, a couple years later, when you were wandering home and got lost.

“Beckett Barnes?” Steve suggests the similar name for your son.

“Beckett Jasper Barnes?” You agree and add a name you like. Bucky remembers you mentioning it long ago.

“Rose Stevie Rogers Barnes?” Bucky picks a name from the long list of ones they’d been tossing around.

“We can wait, to share surnames. But I do like Rose Stevie and Beckett Jasper.” Steve warmly turns his gaze to the pups who are just about to wake for yet another feed.

You swipe hot tears away as you trace both sets of eyebrows and ask Bucky to help you get them settled. It’s not traditional to set the pups on any surfaces for a few days, but Bucky thinks he will likely snap teeth at anyone outside the three of you who offers to hold.

It’s nice to have a third set of hands, if needed. All three of you are excited and terrified to hold and share these pups until you’re ready to present them to the pack.

Notes:

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Chapter 35: Vampire Coven

Summary:

Bucky’s instincts take over…

“Have I ever told you how I survived?” Bucky startles you from your sleep.

You’d say something, but his eyes are serious and his mouth is in that sad pout you love. The pups have been sleeping fairly well at night, and Steve has both on his chest. If you two only have one chance to connect, you won’t squander it.

“Survived?” You wipe your bleary eyes.

“When I fell from the train… there was no hope. I was cold. Everything hurt. I had no idea I still had the blood in me, or that was how easily I could be changed. The snow was falling, and I just laid there.” Bucky swallows, tongue touching his teeth as he thinks a moment.

“I tried to hum, I don’t even know what song. Imagined you were next to me. I felt the snowflakes on my face and tried to focus on ‘em. My eyes were closed and I tried to picture you were there and we had just had a snowball fight. Made up this story that we were just out in the snow, and I told ya I loved ya. Think I whispered it a thousand times out loud.”

You are a whirlpool of hormonal emotions, and this story is stirring every single one.

“I just kept thinkin’, I was stupid for not havin’ ya while I could. Just one day, one breath. So I pretended, as I felt it all take over. The black started to come in, and I knew I was leavin’. But I kept sayin’ ‘She’s right here. I’ll always be alright, she takes care of me. I’ll be safe when I die, she’s right here’.” Bucky swallows again, but doesn’t continue.

You wait a moment, absorbing the story. He has died. You always forget that he died that day and the experience will never leave him.

“Heard footsteps and thought they were yours. Nothin’ made sense any more. I just thought you or Steve mighta found me, to hold me while I died. Then they dragged me away. I couldn’t understand how I was alive or what happened, but whenever my Alpha started to howl, I just stood and let the snow hit my face, like I could come back.”

Bucky holds you, as you cry. It hurts your whole body, after all it’s been through.

“You deserved so much more,” you cry. Why did he have to survive so much?

“Shhh, I’m sorry. I just know I don’t talk about it enough. You guys always say so. Shhh, sweet Omega.” Bucky rubs your quivering shoulders.

“The pups love you, Bucky. I know the bond hasnt clicked and we’re all tired and emotional, but I can feel them. They love you endlessly.” You kiss his cheeks as he curls up to you.

“It’ll be alright. I love them, they’re perfect. Can you believe they’re ours?” He rests his chin on your shoulder as you both eye your pups nestled into Steve.

“Do you also love them with your whole heart, and feel like they’re just little strange aliens someone dropped off?” You speak so quietly he’s sure he needs his vampire hearing.

“Yes,” he laughs with a breath of relief.

The two of you chuckle silently together, and Steve opens one eye to peek at you. Rose begins to stretch and yawn, obviously just about ready for her next meal.

—

You spot Bucky looking so sad, when you feel him drumming the bond. The feeling of longing is crushing. Whenever you reach out in the bond, he pulls the veil around his emotions.

“We love you, Bucky. We can figure out how to work around this.” You feel a flash of anger inside of him that burns you.

“Sorry,” he catches when your breath stops. “I’m not angry at you. I’m just… there are so many emotions attached to this. And right now I feel so pissed off that nothing comes easily.”

You nod, accepting his hug. He takes Beckett and sways with you, knowing you’re tired and sore. They’ve both taken such great care of you. But you’re almost ready to present the pups to your pack.

“Do you want to ask?” You know he feels insecure about it. You’re all a little nervous that you’ll hear he can’t bond with them, too.

“Tomorrow. I feel the vampire blood inside me screaming for something. I think today, I might try to listen. I’m just scared.” He kisses his son’s dusting of hair, like everything else will fall away.

“What if you want to leave? Vampires are independent, right?” You rack your brain for what you learned, but a lot of hate has been involved. Young vampires are apparently not how all vampires behave.

“I don’t have to do it… I can just listen. My Alpha is so calm, like it just doesn’t matter to him. I only feel guidance, and wolf instinct, but he’s not warring with the vampire blood.” Bucky sighs, like the world is weighing on him.

“Okay, then I think you should listen.” You shyly smile as Rose squawks and squirms in your arms. Steve is finally getting his own rest.

The pups have been colicky, and you three haven’t been getting much time to rest.

—

 

“Bucky what the hell are you doing?” Steve shouts and startles you and Beckett.

Bucky has blackened eyes, and the veins all over his body look inky. You’ve never seen the white lightning pattern across his skin, like this. Not in daylight. There is nearly nothing Alpha left, sheer vampirism before you.

He’s got his wrist gland punctured, dripping a little blood. Rose’s lips have a drop or two upon them. Vampire blood… it’s supposed to be horrific. Bucky was tortured with it, as a prisoner of war. Steve is terrified for Rose.

“Put her down!” Steve booms. Bucky hardly spares him a glance, eyes landing on Beckett who has started to cry.

The eyes you see are tortured and torn, but somehow paternal. All you see is his longing for his son… he compels you to bring Beckett to him.

Steve is petrified, watching as you assess Bucky and trade him his daughter for his son. You feel… safe. Bucky hisses at Steve when he tries to intervene, but it oddly feels protective instead of frightening.

Rose doesn’t seem in pain. She seems… fine and even happy. Her little newborn features seem content and she has finally stopped crying.

Bucky punctures his wrist gland again, before allowing several drops of blood to Beckett’s mouth. The pup frowns for a moment, this isn’t your warm milk, but smacks his lips and seems undisturbed. Then you feel it.

Your pups have clicked. You feel Bucky inside your family bond, and start to cry with relief.

His black eyes and vampire markings still cause some unease, but the pups are quiet and even make happy sounds. Steve practically snatches you and the pups away, but Bucky almost smirks.

Your Alpha places both pups in your arms, steps behind you, and you brace for anything possible.

Bucky licks his own wound, then kisses you slowly and deeply. The explosive taste of his scent, Sire and metal and earth, pours into your mouth like an elixir. Your world seems to shake and blur.

You hear an Alpha growl from Steve, just as a beautiful connection blossoms in your body. Bucky wastes no time, as Steve starts to object. He sinks fangs into your neck, earning a gasp from you.

You’ve never ever felt such white hot protective anger from Steve as you do in that moment. There is a euphoric needle sensation, before Bucky sucks your flesh and mouthfuls of your personal wine. He groans into you, and you can smell your scent thick in the air.

It feels like a hickey, but warm with venom. The scent in the air is a family blend, and possibly the only reason Steve hasn’t started an all out brawl with your Alpha.

The instant Bucky releases you, eyes still black but relaxing, Steve slams Bucky back. One arm locks against Bucky, the other making sure you don’t rush to save him. You try to find yourself as your thoughts come rushing back.

“He’s just following the Vampire instinct. They’ve clicked.” You try to calm Steve, the Pack Leader and best friend in charge of protecting you, even from your Alpha.

Bucky doesn’t resist Steve, breath slowing as he lets his fangs rescind.

“If you hurt any of them, I will challenge you for your brood and rip that other gland out myself.” Steve threatens him before watching as Bucky’s expression changes back and he sobers.

Steve turns and very quickly tends to your neck wound, lapping at the blood to heal you. Bucky purrs, watching the scene as he collects the pups. They’re finally asleep. They’re quiet and undisturbed.

“I can feel you.” You excitedly probe the unique and beautiful way he is threaded into your pups’ signatures.

“And, what else?” Bucky beams and smiles.

“Wait… I feel that, too. It feels different. Am I included?” Steve looks between you both. He seems in utter awe.

“So we… we needed your blood? But it won’t have negative effects?” You look between them.

“Yeah. Stevie here got some, too. You’re all my coven, and my pack. I finally listened and now my pups feel like mine.” Bucky grows emotional and scents both pups.

—

 

As Bucky sleeps, your fingers trace the space where you can still see a white lightning formation beneath the skin. It’s hardly noticeable, like a tan line.

The morning is so quiet, you wonder if the tower is empty. Your connections have all melted and changed as the levels and hormones adjust. Steve and Bucky take care of you despite the awkward smells and pains and bodily functions.

“I’m glad you two got to have this. These two beautiful pups, and everything else.” Steve speaks so softly you have to take a moment to listen for the words.

His thumb traces Beckett’s cheek, as he falls asleep feeding.

“You let us in, Steve. You let us into the tower and the pack, and you gave us these pups. Thank you.” You kiss his cheek, feeling oddly platonic as you do.

Everything feels so different with the pups.

“She’s his.” Steve nods toward Bucky, who is still recovering from his past week of restlessness because of the bond. Rose is brunette, an absolute mess of hair already present. Her mouth pouts just like a Sire you know.

Beckett is so fair and blonde. Honestly, all you want every day is to breathe them in, and watch their tiny faces. But it’s easy to see who is who.

Nobody has inquired why Steve has been part of your birth and the waiting period. There’s an evident mix of knowing, and pretending it’s normal in Steve’s role. You’re nervous and excited for him to partake in the intros.

“They’re both all of ours. No matter how our relationships work out in the next few months, Steve, you have always been important. We would never be who we are without you.” You nuzzle in and feel the weight and soreness of carrying your pups together constantly for a week.

“I’ve loved being here.” Steve nuzzles you back. You can’t wait for Bucky to jealously scent you when he wakes. It makes you feel like he loves you so dearly.

“Even when I peed a little when the baby kicked? Or when I cried every time Bucky left to shower for a week? Or when I was giving birth and practically mooing while all kinds of things happened?” You chuckle together.

“I loved it, even then. I love you both, as so much more than just pack members.” Steve sighs and wraps around you.

—

 

You open bleary eyes and wonder how it is so sunny out and not a peep can be heard. Have Bucky and Steve left the den without you? And taken your pups?

Turning quickly, you almost cry at the sight. Bucky and Steve are tucked close together. Their arms are extended along their sides, while their bodies face each other. It’s a natural nest position for pairs while the pups are still not being set down. There’s a nest shape created by their bodies and arms, where the two pups are sleeping.

Their body temperature can be monitored, along with their breaths, this way, but parents or carers can rest on their sides. It’s intimate and sweet. You have a mega watt grin as you observe how Bucky is tucked beneath Steve’s chin, nose at his gland.

It’s several minutes before Bucky peeks at you, aware of your eyes.

“Join,” he insists. But there’s no clear path to do so. They were probably trying to let you get some rest between the feeds.

You watch Steve hold both sleepy whelps, as Bucky rolls you over him. When you land softly in the middle, he starts very passionately grooming your glands. He doesn’t let up until you are light headed and blissful.

Steve starts to do the same, as Bucky enfolds Rose and Beckett to your collar glands. They seem they could roll right off the sides, but then Steve and Bucky bracket you. Both Alphas nuzzle your neck and jaw and ears.

Their arms sling over you, perfectly supporting both pups and warming your body.

“Tomorrow, I’d like to present our pups.” Your words chime in the room just before your family falls asleep.

Notes:

Thank you all!
Only two more chapters :(

Chapter 36: Decisions Are Hard

Summary:

We see Steve and Bucky and Reader handling nearly year old pups, and figuring out what their bonds will mean.

Bucky gets a little spicy 🥵

“Mama… Daddy… James Buchanan Barnes.”

That’s the third time Bucky hears the mantra in a row. He immediately enters the nursery space and sends a cutting glare to Steve.

“What exactly are you doing?” He huffs.

“Nothing. Just making sure he says Daddy soon.” Steve smirks and points again to the family photo. “Mama, Dada, James Buchanan Barnes.”

Bucky shakes his head, collecting his son.

“Of course you would. But he knows Papa is the first thing he should say.” He smooches Beckett on the cheek, adoring the fresh giggles he lets loose.

“Well, Rose already says Mama. So I gotta get something.” Steve pretends to eat Becketts fingers, eliciting further smiles and laughs.

“Wanda is taking the pups with Yelena this afternoon, so everyone can take breaks. Are you taking that dame out?” Bucky feels his heart jump to his throat when he questions Steve.

Steve has been trying to see someone, as the hormones shifted. Bucky wasn’t adjusting well to sharing his Omega, but the pups were still communal.

Immediately, the tone shifts. Steve rolls his shoulders, checking his phone absently. He takes a long breath before deciding how to answer.

“I think I’m in love with her.” He watches Bucky carefully.

“The Omega? Why’s that so bad? Need help courting?” He tries to razz Steve, but sees him stiffen and take another steadying sigh.

“Your Omega. Ours.”

Oh. Steve doesn’t want to see this girl again. Bucky clenches his fist as his Alpha growls inside. He loves you, and he has been less receptive the last two months to Steve’s presence in the den.

It had taken a lot of discussion, but instincts unfortunately were instincts.

You walk in as they stand, silently eyeing each other. The air is thick with Alpha scent and conflict. The pups seem unbothered, and you stay in the doorway.

“You were just meant to be a Founder, Steve.” He hates the hurt look, and you could almost cry at Steve’s expression. “I waited my whole life for her.”

“We have always been together. All three of us. She’s been an incredible mother, and she loves you like crazy. But Buck, you were happy when the three of us were together. Our pups were happy, too.” Steve tries his best to apply to Bucky’s Alpha.

“So you’ll challenge me for them?” His voice is dark and gravelly.

“Bucky!” You cry from the doorway when the scent sours. Steve remains calm, but alert. Bucky hisses aggressively, and you know this could escalate in an instant.

“I would never challenge you for them. I love our pups, and so do you. I’d sooner remain alone. But Buck, you let me be marked when you marked her and Beckett and Rose. You must have wanted me to be part of this.”

Everyone stands as Bucky tries to anchor himself and calm his pups. They’re only 8 months old, and full of personality. But they’re extremely sensitive to both Bucky and Steve’s moods.

“I did. I do. Steve, I said it before— my Alpha just wants our brood. My omega, and my pups.” Bucky sounds cornered.

“We’re trying to add Steve, not take a single thing away. These pups will be just as much yours as ever. I’ll be yours, too.” You take a hesitant step forward, and see Bucky’s fright.

He kisses Beckett many times, trying to ground himself. Bucky buries his nose atop the soft peach fuzz on his son’s head, and offers a finger to Rose, who was previously asleep. You watch him self-soothe, before noticing what he wants.

Steve rumbles when you walk straight to your Alpha, fearlessly. The scent of competing Alpha is almost nauseating, but you can see what Bucky needs. The bond lets you understand this strange tangle of emotions and instincts.

Wrapping your arms around him, you squeeze him tight. Beckett squirms, but is appeased by the scent of his mother. You nuzzle Bucky and trill, softly conferring with the Alpha within him. Rose chirps in response to the change of atmosphere.

“My wonderful Alpha. I love you. Do you love Steve? Don’t you want us to have Stevie there?” You gently flatten your tongue on his gland.

“Stevie’s gonna help us have a bunch more pups, okay?” You stretch up and kiss him soundly as he grumbles. “Why don’t you put our pups to sleep, and we can talk?”

Bucky’s jaw ticks, but he buries his face in your hair and inhales. His hand is tight on your bicep. You watch him kiss Beckett again, then place him down to nap.

Wanda and Yelena are in the door to the pack nursery, observing. Steve is their pack leader, and 4 pups are in the area, so he would have been ready to do what was needed. Wanda, however, could handle Bucky herself, easily.

“We’ve got the pups. You three, go see if you can sort things out.” Wanda smiles softly at you, and sends you on your way.

Steve tries to follow, but Bucky refuses him entry to the den. You hug Steve, whispering promises that you’ll figure things out tomorrow. Tonight, you have a plan to appeal to Bucky’s Alpha.

—

 

“Why do you need Steve? I gave you one of those pups!” Bucky growls.

“I know! Bucky, I love you more than anything. But I think you want Steve to be here more than I do. Every part of this has been your suggestion and idea, Buck. Even giving him your vampire wolf blood.” You feel your heart race as he pins you with a stare.

“He is their Founder. I wanted to ensure the pups could bond to him.”

“Buck, c’mon. You love him. Just like you love me, and our family. The two of you have been inseparable, even after Steve decided he would give us space. And as soon as he found an Omega to date, you took a mission.” You know they were given trouble for being so close as kids.

“Alpha, I’m all yours. Only yours, forever. And we can have Beckett and Rose, and see if we ever have more. Okay? I’m happy if you really want us to be without Stevie.” You watch as he frowns, his mouth drawing into a familiar pout. “But you don’t want that.”

Bucky’s chest rumbles, as he bends to nip at your throat. His hands are greedy on your body, like an eager teen.

It took several months before you were remotely happy with your body. Bucky let you keep the lights off, and you ignored when he traced the uneven and textured skin of your middle until it somewhat recovered. Now, he’s hungry and you finally feel like yourself.

You haven’t been with Steve since the pups came. Not sexually. He has been included in everything, but at 6 months, Bucky started gagging at his scent on you or near the den. By the time you were remotely ready for sex, a couple months prior, Bucky had expressed tension from his Alpha.

It started small, with some discomfort when Steve would scent you. Then, he started growling if he kissed your hair or forehead.

You’re due for a Heat soon. As the pups turn one, you should expect it. So you know Bucky will be all over the map.

“I love you,” you rasp.

“I love you.” Bucky towers darkly, and you feel a simmering in your bond. He moves like a predator, and you clench your thighs together.

Healing after pups isn’t nearly as bad for you. It’s unfair, because you’ve seen incredible Beta and Alpha mothers with horror stories of their recovery. But you hadn’t been very sexually active, too busy and enamoured with your two handfuls.

On days or nights where the pack helped, you’d been cleaning and sleeping. The three of you cuddled constantly, either with the pups or without. Then just the two of you.

“Are ya mine?” He traps your hips with his.

“Yes. Please.” You groom his gland and revel in the explosive flavour. His hands paw at your breasts, and you press against his grasp when he’s too gentle and hesitant.

Bucky nips your mating gland, and suddenly you feel your old self come online. Not just a mom, you’re still his Omega. Still you. And you ache to feel his desire.

As he tugs at your leggings, you bite at his gland. That makes him lose all sensibility. A loud, ripping growl echoes through your body and he tears the last scrap of clothing from you.

“You are my fucking Omega. My pretty girl, made for me. Our pups, our den. Don’t wanna share.” His teeth scrape your thighs as he moves to tug your pants from your ankles properly.

“You liked to share. To show me off. You liked when Steve snuggled you any chance you two got, pup or no between you.” You really push to remind his Alpha how much he enjoyed that.

The two had been impossibly close. Maybe it wasn’t sexual or romantic, but would they really draw the line at you? They want to be together in a different way, platonic soulmates. Bound by you…?

Teeth clack next to your ear, making your stomach flip. Testing him probably isn’t for your better interest if he won’t give in. But you know he wants this unusual pack.

Bucky moves to slide into you, and you forget about anything else for a moment. The pressure is far too perfect and you gasp. It’s been so long.

Long, deep, strokes make you take several breaths. His heavy thickness fills you and suddenly you have no idea how you’ve gone nearly a year with only a sparing sex session or two. Always hurried and awkward, you hadn’t really been able to feel like yourselves.

“Fuck, Alpha, I wanna cum already.” You love the feeling of him entering you after so long. That, alone, could have blinded you. But feeling the depth of him, at last, is electric.

“Do it. Cum on my cock, I wanna feel it after so long.” Bucky grumbles as you clamp around him. “Squeeze me and cream on me, Omega.”

You dig your nails into his skin, revelling in his response. The world goes white as you do as you’re told. His teeth sink viciously into your upper breast and you scream quietly.

Bucky pulls out just as your climax finishes, before turning you over and slamming back in. His body rests on your spine, and his hips crack into your backside.

The squeeze between his body weight and the counter makes you feel so raw. He hasn’t treated you like this since the pups, likely nervous. Now, he pounds into you and purrs when you claw at him. His Alpha growl reverbs in your body when you yipe at his depth.

“Need ya to Heat, Omega.” Bucky snarls as he moves his fingers between your thighs. “Need to keep you on my knot, and claim ya.”

Whatever plan you had is gone. His roughness and desire oozing out of every pore make your Omega brain woozy. You can’t catch your breath between sharp, deep thrusts.

“My pretty girl. Waited all my life for somethin’ just like this… to be inside ya.” He cups your breast with one hand, growling at the warm wetness he finds when he tugs a nipple. You whimper as his opposite hand swirls your clit.

“Tell me who ya belong to.” His gruff voice comes.

“You.”

“What about these?” He cups your breasts. “And this?” His hand covers your tummy.

“All yours, Alpha. I’ve even offered my blood.” You practically purr at the way his eyes darken and even his vampire side comes to play. The white lightning pattern has stayed, since he became a father.

“Whose bite marks your gland? Tell me.”

“Yours, Alpha. My Alpha. I love you.” You are drunk in the sound of your wetness and his hips snapping. This feels better than any memory of the act. How did you go without it even one day?

“Missed you,” you barely gasp as he keeps his pace.

As if unexpectedly, he slams into you and groans at length. Something about how vocal he is always makes you feel unbelievably sexy. The air is charged and delicious when you breathe it in.

“Mmmmm, I’m sorry, baby. Just so… needy.” Bucky grooms your gland, gently holding you. His panting breaths are warm and damp on your skin, and you’re grateful you had so much time before this sort of sex occurred.

“Felt nice for you to finally treat me without the kid gloves.” You smile and laugh in a huff as his chest sticks to your back. It’s so good to feel him be present and not worry about interruption.

“I do like showin’ you off. And I love Stevie. But… I’m scared you’ll love him more.” You both sit in silence as you toy with his metal hand. “I am grateful for Rose. But the other pups will be his. It’ll hurt him if we spend time apart from him regularly, and I might want that. Just you.”

It does feel difficult to keep Steve from feeling like a third wheel.

“If Steve isn’t part of our bond, I think we should see if there’s anything else we can do to try for pups. It won’t be good for us if we have one more and he is included for another two years before he can start his own family.” You sigh, knowing that could mean you two have no other pups.

You have two. They’re plenty, and you adore them. It’s not like you’ll complain two isn’t enough, you just feel like it went so fast. Other pack members will start having pups, soon enough.

“You’re right. And I do miss him. I miss us all falling asleep next to the pups in a big heap. And I miss showin’ him how I make ya moan.” Bucky hardens inside you again, turning you to face him.

His mouth is on your breast. The pain of your nipples keeps him gently just beside them, and you groan as he rocks slowly. You smile when he chokes on a sound and then speaks more.

“I love you. Our pups love Stevie. Do you want him here?” Bucky maintains his pace, calmly and sweetly flattening his tongue over your glands everywhere. Your head spins with all the affection and yummy scent.

Surely, Bucky can feel your ache for Steve. You’ve come to love him in an entirely unique way from how you love Bucky. But you can’t imagine life without him.

“Yes. Yes!” You aren’t listening, only feeling his movements and his fingers urging you on.

“Want those Alpha teeth in your free gland? To share Heats with us? And gimme another pup when we’re ready?” Bucky stretches his arms up, trapping yours and latching on to your breast. The letdown in this moment is exhilarating.

Greedy sucks make you dream of having both Alphas drink from you. You know you’re clenching around Bucky and it’s making him crazy. The squirm you offer is borne of shyness and overstimulation, but it’s half hearted.

“Guess that’s one way to keep you quiet.” You chuckle only for a second before he wrenches his jaw open and captures your opposite peak.

“Okay,” you break as he moves just the way you love over your clit. “Okay, yes, I want all three of us.”

Bucky kisses you, and you scent his pride and joy around the love and sex in the air. Maybe he’s still going to need work, but he feels happy. His body melts against yours as you both charge up and fall to pieces in each others arms.

“Kinda like that my Alpha is insatiable.” You whisper against the shell of his ear and press kisses to his hair. He nuzzles you, like you’re his favourite thing.

“I miss our lives. Miss bein’ home. Wish we could show these pups to all the Alphas who liked ya, or Omegas I should have denied because I loved you. Would rip you out of Howard’s hands and pup you up.” He smirks against your skin when you mewl.

It takes a moment before he nuzzles you again, and finally settles.

“I want Stevie, too. Want the three of us. Doesn’t mean I don’t expect to be a little competitive.” He kisses your cheeks, nose, and eyelids.

“You miss them.” His family. His friends and status and himself. Of course, he misses it. Most of the men from the war never recognized themselves again. He’s only superhuman physically.

“Makes me proud the world accepts so many kinds o’ folk, now. But I can’t convince myself, just for five minutes, that we’re back. In the mornings where it’s quiet and dark, I can’t tell myself my sister’s down the hall and my Ma is drinkin’ coffee. Not when Steve’s in the bed, and our scents fill the room. Not when I can feel all of us in our bond.”

You hug him, before he finally parts from you and cleans you up. He’s right. You’ve all been homesick and disconnected.

Oddly enough, you have one person who always felt like a connection to your past and future. Tony Stark. He and his father had always felt like the future. Maybe you’ll discuss with him how to feel more grounded.

“I do the same. But I love you. I love Steve. And though I don’t think we really understood it until that Heat, I do think we’re all meant to be together. I like that you get possessive, but I never want you to feel insecure. If we accept Steve in our bond, we need to view him as an equal.” You watch as Bucky seems to lighten before you.

“I can do that. We do have the rest of the day. Maybe we go find Stevie, and sneak a snuggle in without the pups?” Bucky finally seems to relax.

When Steve and Bucky first snuggled, it was because they would watch the pups or fall asleep while helping you feed. Their cuddles continued for the last year, usually including you or a pup. But they were always, always close. They’d both lost girls over it, historically.

Even when Steve was excluded from the den, you’d found him and Bucky curled up together with a pup or two in the common space. Even ones that weren’t yours. You wanted that. You wanted your pups to have that, too.

“Tell me how you feel when I tell your Alpha that we are kicking Steve out of our bond, and treating him only as a Pack Leader.” You watch as Bucky swallows thickly, and his face turns grey like he’s nauseated.

“You two were always more, Bucky. I think we all love each other in completely different ways, but also the same. Steve always loved you, and wanted some Omega as a filter. And we both always loved Stevie, in our own deep and wonderful ways.” You rake your fingers through his hair, enjoying his soft smile and closing eyes.

“Don’t forget about me. I am broken, and jaded, and I’m having a hard time fitting in. But this is all I have and I’m doing my best.”

“Bucky, you will only receive double the love and cuddles and affection. And Steve helps you with the vampire stuff. We won’t forget about you at all.” You kiss him like he’s about to fade away.

A moment flows by, where Bucky is grinding his teeth and you wonder how to help. He needs you just as much as you need him. Especially now, everything he has hinges entirely on Steve’s pack and your family.

“Remember you brought every girl you wooed straight to Steve? Why do you think that caused such a stir? Why’d you tell him all about how great they were, and how pretty? Even before the serum?”

Bucky shrugs, looking away.

“The girls would whisper that you were trying to make him jealous. That you two had something going on. I… part of me wonders if you always wanted to be with Stevie just as bad as you wanted to be with me…?”

Bucky suddenly swaddles you up against him with all he’s got. Neither of them have probably ever let themselves really think about all that.

Your bond glows with pain and confusion and the deepest, rawest love.

Bucky tucks you into the bed, before showing you that he has invited Steve to the den. You three will have all evening to yourselves to figure things out.

Notes:

What do you guys think!?
Will they accept Steve or will Bucky struggle?
More cute baby/toddler content to come.
Thank you to Musje5 who gave me so much help and feedback and told me where to flesh things out and how to build Bucky’s thoughts around bonding.

Maybe we will see a Heat next chapter ;)

Chapter 37: Vintage

Summary:

Bucky has a rollercoaster of emotions and decides whether he can handle the change to his relationship or if it’s all too much.

Bucky is fast asleep, after helping you get the pups back to bed. It’s still early, or late, depending who you ask. You’ll bicker about semantics in the morning.

Cho and Bruce have made sure the micro doses have been small enough not to stress Bucky. Not after they mistakenly gave you a high dose to start.

Steve’s scent.

Their first plan was a cologne, which made Bucky sick, and made you cry until it was sufficiently rubbed off. Not because of Steve, but because you felt rejected by Bucky. This attempt was ingesting a liquid that would turn your own scent to slowly resemble Steve’s.

It’s still scary, because it would take days to go away. If Bucky decides it’s too much, you’ll have to be by yourself for a little bit. Steve will help, but the rejection in your bond feels like a knife in the gut.

Bucky wanted to reintegrate Steve’s scent to your den, and to your bond. Then, hopefully, he would be alright with Steve being around for your Heat. He wants to bond, then. You’re a bit nervous it won’t come to fruition.

Seeing Bucky bury his face in your pillow, then your neck, makes you light up. Perhaps there is hope. He seems to be enjoying the new blend.

“We have an assignment tomorrow, or I would ravage you.” He smirks against your skin.

“My, my, Alpha. Wish you would stay home with your pups and make another.” You chuckle at the lengthy and soulful groan he releases. You’re not ready for more, the twins take all of your energy and focus.

Even with a pack who has minimal pups, you’re quite overwhelmed. They take them on days they’re off, especially if Bucky and Steve are away, and you couldn’t imagine doing it alone. Sam loves to help with naps (where they snuggle into him for sleep), and Wanda loves to take them out with her boys.

Tony buys you things you need, unasked. He must be asking FRIDAY. But they’re still two very energetic and intelligent pups, full of personality. It’s plenty, for a while. You’ll sort out Steve and Bucky before you worry about more.

“Time travel or somethin’.” Bucky murmurs his interest into you.

“Oh… can you really do that?” You hadn’t considered it possible since the blip.

“No. We ain’t travellin’, sort of an alien chemical just projects it. Meant to help with… PTSD. Like a hologram? Tony and Scott put it together.” He shrugs, kissing over your collar before rolling on his back. He pulls you in, so you’re the one nuzzling him.

“That’ll be hard.” You stroke his back, thinking of how you’d feel seeing home again, and seeing your family.

“Yeah, but I gotta work some shit out. For you, for the pups… for Steve.” He sighs deeply, tucking you under his chin to sleep.

—

“So, it’ll feel very real. You should think we have sent you back to the day after you shipped out. It helps people who get stuck in the cycle, and offers an end in the loop.” Tony explains while organizing the parts of the chemicals, his simulator he created for his own trauma, and whatever else.

Bucky has learned to trust the process.

“Ready?” Scott offers him a helmet, and Bucky swallows. The contraption he is in reminds him so much of Hydra. But he wants to be a better sire, and Alpha, and person. Dead or not.

“Ready.”

 

He hears the old radio from Steve, in the living room. He’d asked his ma not to listen to it, it worried her so much. Guess he gets his hard head from somewhere.

“James?” Winnifred’s voice startles him. “James, what on earth?”

He sees her, and realizes how different she has started to sound and look in his mind. She’s so young, likely hardly older than he looks now.

“Ma,” he barely gets out before she sweeps him into a hug. “Ma, I love you so much.”

She weeps, arms making noise as she grips at his leather coat. His beautiful mother is so confused, but her parental side only cares that he’s here. He sort of understands that, and couldn’t imagine being in her shoes with one of his pups.

“James Buchanan Barnes, what is this? Your hair is a mile long, and you look like you’ve seen the end of the world.” She scolds him like he is simply dressed up. Maybe she thinks this is a prank.

“I’m sorry, Ma.” He chuckles and hugs her tight. “I wanted to see ya.”

“This isn’t my James, is it? My sweet young man… you’re different.” She sadly observes his eyes with hers that match. How do mothers know so much?

“I’m… I’m from some other time. Farther away than you’d think.” She scents him, like he does his pups, and his heart splits in two. “But I think of you. My girl thinks of you.”

Winnifred perks up, if only a little. Her son has someone. She pushes back his collar and sees a bite on his gland, and laughs like all the world is a play. But her fingers touch his bare skin, and his scent plumes into the room, and she recoils.

“Vampire!” She gasps as her skin erupts in gooseflesh.

“No— I mean yeah, but Ma, I’m alright. It took a long time, but I’m alright.” He begs for her back in his space, back holding him.

“You smell like blood, Bucky… my James, my God, you smell like blood.” She lets him sit on the coffee table, something he always did and she always hated. She reels as she sits on the couch and nervously looks at him.

“What else?” His throat is tight. He knows the times, he knows his mother’s fear. Maybe she won’t get past it, even to give him closure before he goes back to his time.

“Well. You still smell like a fall morning, like those days you and Steve would go out. And… oh, is that her? Is that who you’re bound to?” She leans forward again, holding his gloved hands.

“Yeah, Ma. We did it. And… there’s more, just keep breathin’.” He squeezes her fingers gently.

“Pups,” she gasps. “You scent of sire! Oh, I have sweet grand pups?”

He nods, happiness sweeping through every cell. Winnifred is thrilled for him. There’s nothing he has yearned for more, in the last year.

“Stevie… how do you smell like Steve?” She touches his gland again, this time gently rubbing her wrist there. “Is he with you both? You two were so close… are you happy?”

Judgement is gone from her tone. Winnifred had never ever said a bad word about his friendship with Steve. When people teased, she encouraged them to have more to do at the house. When Bucky would try time apart, she’d invite Steve for snacks and the radio.

“He’s there. He… we share our pups, the three of us. She has one of each of ours.” This would have had them in big trouble. All of them. But all his mother does is smile.

“I don’t know how the three of you ended up together, in a time where you could. But I am so proud of you, my son. I love you.” She holds him, and years of heartache seem to sizzle away.

“I can’t stay,” he sobs into his mother’s arms. “I can’t stop any of it. I can’t come back or tell Becs I love her. I can’t show you my pups.”

She coos at him, again like he often does his whelps.

“I’ll always love you, and your pack. I love her and Steve and anyone you three bring into the world. I just wish you hadn’t had to suffer to find it. But ten years from now or a hundred, I love you.”

He feels her forehead on his. This was how she felt him when she needed him to feel her love the most. Like after his father died, after his sister was sent away, and after he got his letter.

The world around him fades, and he blinks back to reality, missing his mother.

—

“Tincan!” Tony calls as Bucky tries to collect himself and step away from his machine.

“I know, I know. You did it for my Omega.” He waves flippantly, feeling a little drunk as his brain processes what happened.

“No. I found some items for you, actually. Three photos, and a record. Record player is sent up to your suite, already.” He shrugs like it was all simple and boring.

Bucky isn’t sure if he really has the capacity for everything today. He wanders toward his suite, distracted and emotional.

A photo of he and Becca as kids, and a photo of his parents. Photos once on a mantel, now in a glass case like an artifact. He knows you and Steve experienced losses, and he feels guilty for having all he does, now.

“Hello, my love.” Rose mewls and reaches for him from her crib.

“Babababa,” she babbles. He squeezes her tight, awash with every emotion from the day but especially how close she is to saying papa. Of course he views Beckett as his son as much as Rose is his daughter. But the way he misses his sister right now makes him need his girl.

“I think Papa would love to see you, Buddy. Just wait your turn, and we can show him what we said today.” You walk in and Beckett is on your shoulder. He grins with all his fingers in his mouth as he spots his father.

“Hi.” Bucky’s voice is small and tender. He reaches for Beckett, trying to choke down his emotional state. “What did you do, today?”

Beckett smiles and doesn’t say a word. He seems shy, which happens any time he is asked to ‘perform’ for someone new. You smirk at his shy display.

“C’mon, Beck. Gotta beat Rose to it. She was pretty close!” You jeer as he hides his face and squeezes Bucky’s shirt in his fists.

“It’s alright. We love you, little guy. We can wait as long as you like.” Bucky just loves the weight of both pups in his arms.

“Bababa,” Rose chirps again. The bond strums from both pups, and Bucky realizes they want him. It’s the best part of every day.

“I think they love you, Bucky. Was today a hard day?” You cozy up to him.

“Yes.” He shuffles a pup into his arms, and a pup into yours. You two press temple to temple, swaying as the pups coo and grab your clothes or hair.

Music plays, and you both perk up and look at each other. The song is familiar, and he waits for the vocals to join. When they do, he is knocked breathless.

That’s Rebecca. Her voice is older, more mature. He can recognize that vibrato anywhere. She’s singing his favourite song.

Bucky buries his face at your gland, not without noticing the increased scent of Steve there, but not bothered. He absorbs every lyric, and the hauntingly beautiful lilt of her voice. They’d listen every time it was on the radio. She sang it to pups she watched. He sang it at a talent show for some girl.

“Damn, Tony. Why would he give me this?” Bucky speaks into your collar bone.

“They’re from me, Buck. Sort of a peace offering, or courtship. Wanted to prove I can be a good part of your pack.” Steve steps into the room, and Bucky feels so much at once it’s cruel.

Steve enters the Den, and Bucky pauses to make sure he feels alright. The microdosing you’ve been doing seems to have worked, and Bucky relaxes quickly and kisses your cheek. Steve reaches you both and enfolds Bucky.

“You know what happened in that session?” Bucky finally finds strength to shakily ask.

“We do. And we’re proud of you. Tony helped us gather whatever we could, but we wanted you to have it.” You blow a raspberry on Beckett as you settle him down in a crib, and Bucky slowly places Rose back in hers.

He doesn’t reply, he doesn’t think he can. But he hugs Steve like the long lost love that he is. Then, he kisses you for as long as your lungs can hold out.

Today has exhausted him. He walks slowly to the nest, and makes space for you in the middle. However, today it looks like everyone has other plans. You snuggle against his one side, and Steve lays against the other.

Maybe it doesn’t feel like he can pretend it’s 1942. But maybe he finally feels like home is now, in the present.

Notes:

Aaahhhh
Is there anything else you guys want to see
Otherwise, just a heat/bonding chapter left

Chapter 38: Finale

Summary:

I would adore your thoughts at the end!!

You nestle in with both of your pups.

Rose pulls your hair, and you quickly admonish her before peppering her with kisses. Beckett chirps happy noises and you give him the same affection. They’re both your shining stars.

“My bumble bee and my baby bear. How perfect you both are.” You watch as the two settle in.

They sleep so well, at nap time. Steve and Bucky are in a meeting, and you finally have a day off. It feels nice to watch their faces light up as they have you to themselves.

There are still dishes in the sink, but you feel sleepy after returning to work part time and managing things at home. As much as everyone pitches in, you’re the milk factory and Omega.

“I never thought I would have this.” You find a stinging in your eyes when you admit that. Maybe you’ve never come to terms with such heartache, or voiced it aloud. But in your quiet moments, after appearing in this time and noticing how different it was, you’d been sure your chances were gone.

“When I got a phone, Peter showed me TikTok. And I would spend hours watching people’s babies laugh, or dance, or swear, or sleep. Anything. And I just thought… man, I would love one of those so much.” Your lips wobble and you swipe at hot tears as you feel so much peace and warmth from your napping pups.

“I can’t imagine how anyone thinks pups should self-soothe.” You place a finger stroke on each pups face. “Even grown ups sleep with people. They ask people they love for comfort. Lucky you two have such loving pops.”

Both of your Alphas sires had spoken of the method. Maybe it works, for some. Your two pups are all too happy to snooze right where they can scent you and feel you.

“I begged the world for you two. Damn near made you at 16.” You chuckle and wipe your eyes.

“Nah, you’d have missed out in Beckett.” Steve’s whisper falls from the doorway. Somehow, his presence comforts you and makes you cry in earnest.

He joins you in the nest, scooping you into him as the pups snuggle each other. Bucky still grows tense if Steve is in the nest without him, so you wonder how far behind he must be.

“He sent me up. He’ll be here, shortly.” Steve knows exactly what you’re thinking.

Purring, you shuffle into him closer as you watch the twins nap. You close your eyes, and wake up to the pups being gone, and an Alpha in front of you. Your body feels a little sick, but also a little warm.

“Hi,” Bucky coos sweetly.

“Hi.” You groan at the headache you’ve got. You’re about to Heat. They must have known, and taken care of everything while you rested.

“Sorry, I had to feed a lot. Met with Bruce and Cho. Brushed my teeth and took a shower, but you still seem a little squeamish.” He sounds a little saddened.

“I don’t smell vampire or blood. I’m just getting some Heat symptoms and needed my handsome Alphas to solve it.” You feel Steve scoot closer behind you, as Bucky rumbles into your kiss.

Steve’s tongue flattens on your neck, and it feels warm and tingly.

“Scent oil. And Bucky is covered in scent soap. Think it’s too much, princess?” Steve runs the back of his fingers over your curves.

“Mmmm, I think I’ll be just fine.” You feel your head fall to the side as he grooms you again. Bucky pulls your limp thigh and moves to slot between your legs. They both make sure you’re very tightly squished between their bodies.

“Gonna be mine? Ready for that leap?” Steve sounds terrified and excited, like he’s about to jump out of a plane.

“Yeah,” you answer with a bit of a flush. “Are you both?”

Bucky growls against you, nipping your marked gland sharply. He seems the deepest into his cycle, already. His scent is musky and smoky.

Steve wraps his arms around your waist, flattening his tongue over your opposing gland. You mewl when Bucky’s hand bunches your hair, so he can tilt and stretch your head.

You love being squeezed between them. Steve holds your hips and grinds you back against him. Then Bucky tugs at you to roll along his length as well. It’s been a long, long, time since you were intimate with Steve, and longer since you’d had a heat.

Suddenly, you crave to gulp lungfuls of their scents straight into yourself. The need makes you claw at Bucky hard enough he hisses. It sends a thrill through you like an Alpha growl.

“Naughty.” Bucky rumbles as he nips again at your gland. “Mine.”

Your instincts and scent flare all at once, being demanded by your Alpha. Just as you lock lips with him, he turns you on your back. He snaps at Steve, only to descend and remove your bottoms. Bucky kisses your tummy, your hips, your thighs, and the crease, working you up.

Steve finally kisses you after a long time. You haven’t been with him since the pups. He grooms you, or scents you, when Bucky is away. But you haven’t felt his sweet and soft kisses in a while.

You’re moaning against Steve’s gentle mouth when Bucky teases your centre. Unable to stand it, you tug at his hair and rock your hips up. He rewards you with his tongue diving deep.

“Omega,” Steve growls. It makes your inner Omega howl. “Feel better?”

Nervously, you nod. Symptoms are better, but you suddenly and viciously need their touch. Bucky sucks over your clit and you whine into Steve’s mouth. It’s all you can think about and ache to feel.

Your thighs squeeze a little around Bucky and he groans, locking your hips down and doubling his efforts. Steve swallows your moans. His fingers slowly drift to your nipples and gently swirl around them, before taking one between his fingers.

The world goes white and there’s a ringing in your ears as Bucky makes you cum, with the additional affection of Steve for the first time since the pups. It lasts much longer than you expect, and you swear you could squish his head with your thighs. He chuckles and kisses over your skin, when you are too overstimulated.

“Mmmm, I’m a little jealous, Omega.” Steve lowly purrs each syllable into your ear. Your orgasm triggered a small amount of fluid to bead. “Buck has been seein’ to these, and I haven’t.”

You’d been extremely self conscious of how your breasts had changed after nursing twins. Steve hasn’t seen much of them, and you suddenly sober from your Heat symptoms to feel embarrassed. Bucky must sense it, because he grasps your hand as Steve ducks down.

“They’re perfect,” Steve promises. His tongue swipes over the peak, and you moan. It feels heavenly when he closes his mouth and adds suction.

You haven’t really been breastfeeding, the last few months. The new stimulation makes your body beg for more. Bucky kisses down your neck, leaving red marks, and mirrors Steve’s actions on the other side. Steve’s fingers wander to your core.

You’re soaked. From your Heat, from Bucky’s mouth, and from the feel of what they’re doing to you. His fingers curl and scissor, before his thumb swipes the sensitive bud in tandem. This Heat will certainly be a full body experience.

After you cum again from that, you know you need to hurry. Your heat makes you nip at Bucky’s gland if only to increase his scent. The nausea is overwhelming, making you seek every touch and smell that could make it better.

“Omega, relax.” Bucky coos at you as you tug at his underwear. Your movements are unrefined and stressed. “Let your Alphas take care of you.”

The small Alpha command soothes you down your spine. Steve reaches to beckon you over to him as Bucky removes his final clothing. Apparently you’d been distracted while Steve had done the same.

“All this slick like a good Omega.” Steve growls and takes your jaw. He’s gentle but needy, not like you know Bucky will be. Not during Rut.

The room is filled with thick, muggy air. It carries the scent of Bucky’s musk and Steve’s gym smell. You moan at the mix with your own perfume.

“Need to be filled up, my Omega?” Bucky returns and sees you twisting your body for more contact. A pathetic whimper escapes you until he pulls you beneath him.

The silky and sensual way his cock teases you makes you whine and roll your hips. Words have abandoned you, and Steve holds your one arm to help you calm. Bucky chuckles at the way you need him, and nips your lip before tangling his tongue with yours and finally entering.

“Ah, forgot how hot she sounds for you.” Steve whispers as Bucky holds you and kisses you again.

“Most beautiful Omega sounds.” Bucky agrees but sounds equally lost in his body. His hips move sharp, hitting exactly where he knows will make you desperate and high. The only sounds he makes are low, feral growls and Steve stops speaking to him.

You’re maneuvered a few times, as Bucky deciphers which ways to bring you maximum pleasure and suit his desires. The ache for Steve to join consumes you. Your mouth is around his length as Bucky pulls your hips up so he can move from behind.

They are filling your drunken ears with pleased groans. Your body feels euphoric and malleable.

“Please.” You beg without even thinking, as Bucky’s knot starts to bump your entrance. Steve’s is swelling, but he’s waiting for Bucky’s call. He wants to share a mark, and you all need to be ready.

Bucky wraps a hand around your tummy where he wants to give you more pups. You feel him thrusting against his own hand, through your body, and you both emit matching moans.

Steve awkwardly slides beneath you, healing the little cuts and marks Bucky has left without the ability to heal. His mouth is still gentle as he watches you get closer and closer to cumming at the warm bubbly sensation of his salve.

“Steve,” Bucky grunts roughly. You almost pass out when you feel Steve enter you, below, and start to lave heavily at your gland.

The two of them, deep inside of you, after all this time. Both are moving just right, just hard enough. Bucky’s rhythm changes just a little at the added sensation of a second member. The stretch is stinging but astounding.

Steve takes his tongue over your free gland several more times before you feel Bucky turn your head and press your nose to the other Alphas gland. Your head swims. The taste of his gland is sweet and familiar. Your mouth waters and you know what’s next.

The instant you feel your head stretch over, Steve pierces your gland. His fangs sink, and you realize you’re returning the favour in seconds. Your teeth break his gland and the taste is heavenly.

Bucky’s on the opposite side of your neck as he knots you. You can feel the bond like it’s catching fire. But even as you three come down, entangled and full of love, there’s a gaping hole starting to form. It feels like a black hole in the bond.

The suction from Bucky makes you sure he can feel it, and he’s trying to fight it off. He moves and bites Steve’s opposite gland, and you gasp. Of course, this was the plan. It just makes the black hole snap larger and smaller, like it’s waiting for something.

Bucky’s mouth is covered in crimson. He can’t be marked by Steve, not as an Alpha. He breaks the skin of his wrist gland, similarly to when the pups were born. The bond thrashes again, as Bucky laps at his scented blood.

Both men seem surprised when Bucky squishes you between them and kisses Steve. It’s the only time they’ve ever done it, and you can tell it won’t happen again. It’s part of this instinct and bond.

They kiss like it’s a conversation, back and forth. The bond glows and the stars double. Your body feels better than ever in your life, locked to both Alphas and charged with a double bond.

“We did it,” you smile and feel Bucky kiss your neck. The way his mouth hits, you can feel that he’s grinning with abandon. You three lay, locked together, just touching and kissing.

“That okay? Bein’ ours?” Bucky sounds hopeful but afraid.

“I love you both, Bucky. You’re mine, alright?” You adjust as both of them soften. A hiss leaves you as your entrance recovers from their knots.

“You sure no pups yet?” Steve groans as his scent floods the den again. Rut is taking him for a ride, with the bond in place.

“Fuck,” you curse as your whole body goes up ten degrees just at the suggestion. You’d received an injection to prevent pups, not ready for more quite yet. Usually, Heat would be naturally put off if the resources weren’t available, but you just simply wanted to wait.

“You’ll have a bunch of our pups. Litters.” Bucky grooms your gland and turns you to face him. “In time.”

Your cycles are making everyone’s hormones run at an all time high.

“Need your knot.” You purr against Bucky and stretch to kiss him. Steve runs the soaking, angry tip of himself against your backside, and you feel a rush of nerves. Could you do what they want now?

“Easy, Omega. You can do it.” Steve groans as he moves your thigh to hook over Bucky, and collects your slick on his length. Bucky moves inside you, sucking a breath through his teeth when he realizes your walls are still tight and gripping him.

His strong, thick, arms wrap around you and he nuzzles you with his jaw as Steve prods your back entrance. You squeak at the intrusion, but quickly moan and exhale softly. This all new sensation makes you squeeze around Bucky and take comfort in his hold.

It’s all overwhelming as you move as one. Their hands clasp you, bruise you, comfort you. Their mouths find your glands, your jaw, your shoulders.

Your scents blend to make a peaceful vision of home. Of the twins. Of your families and the docks and 1940s Brooklyn and Coney Island. Of sex and teenaged exploration, of first Heats and Ruts and the way you longed for Bucky.

Steve’s chest rumbles against you. Bucky echoes the innate response. You burst into a purr at the primal praise from both Alphas as you bring them ecstasy. The drag of Steve moving, the contrast of Bucky moving through your walls, it all makes you dizzy.

Bucky kisses you like the world is ending. His tongue greets yours, his lips move like part of you. Your fingers move to your entrance and swirl over your bud, covered in slick.

Feeling threatened, Bucky moves his hips to grind against your clit just as you start to whimper and whine. You’re almost there… almost… almost…

Fuck, the movement of him against you and inside you and Steve groping your breasts from behind you makes you bury your face against Bucky as your jaw falls open. Cumming this hard has to be bad for you. Your heart could give out.

The sounds from both Alphas make you aware they’re having a similar experience. There are feral, guttural groans.

“Good girl. Good, good girl.” Bucky praises you and grooms you like you are the most fantastic thing. You’ve never felt so much affection.

 

For three days, the three of you stay intertwined almost constantly. When you get sore, Steve offers ‘assistance’ with his healing salve. They mark you, soothe you, and use you. Every session makes you happier.

“No pup?” Bucky murmurs into your hair in the night. The cycle is over, your skin finally cooling in the moonlight as you snuggle both of them.

“No.” You know he’d been anxious about your drug working. Of course, he was eager as ever to see you pregnant again, but he was fully supportive of waiting.

Plus, he wanted to see if he could sire another. He’d had Bruce visit the anti-vampire group. They’d tried to figure out lethal doses and safety measures. Bruce had even secretly tried to make a cure. But no such luck, not without risking Bucky dying, like every other vampire.

“I love our family, Doll. So much.” He kisses your hair and you drift back asleep.

 

It’s three years later, when you grow broody at an unmanageable level. They’ve taken care of you, and you’ve taken care of them. The pack takes care of pups.

Peter and MJ have their first pup, and you have been drawn to it like a magnet. Tony doesn’t mind the pack crossover, and MJ loves the help. Wanda has one more, a boy named Pietr. She’s also helped you stay busy.

Steve has been proudly spending all his free time with the twins. At first, you’d adored it. He has been present, and teaching them everything. He draws every animal they can name, and tells them bedtime stories.

Bucky lets them climb him like a jungle gym. He has Rose reading already, and Beckett counting higher every day. Bucky lives for everything they make, the sports they try to play, and the friends they bring home. The Alphas greet new pups at social events and you swear your insides squirm at you.

Last heat, you had mentioned being ready for another pup. Bucky had quietly encouraged you, but then taken a mission right before your Heat came. You’d found blockers in his bag when he got home, and hadn’t felt comfortable addressing it since. Spending a Heat with only Steve had been fine— tender and romantic time with him was nice. You missed Bucky.

“Your wolf is gonna kill mine if she doesn’t have a pup soon.” Steve wraps his arms around you as you stare out the window at the city lights. The bridge is beautiful and you wonder about crossing it.

“I want one so bad.” You sob immediately, turning to face him. He cups your cheeks and kisses you.

“Hey, I know. But we have the twins.” He carefully scents you, sweeping your hair back and kissing your forehead.

“I know. I know it should be enough. Two, and they’re so perfect. But now, I’m scared that if we have one more Bucky will be sad.” You wipe your eyes. “I don’t want that.”

Steve chuckles and wraps you up tight. He knows exactly how you’re feeling, and had a similar breakdown when Bucky came home after your cycle. Bucky had to get out of his head.

“Bucky loves you so much. But as brave as he is, he’s stupid. He got himself all convinced that it would be easier for us if he weren’t there for the cycle. But deep down, I think he’s still insecure.” Steve rests his cheek atop your head.

“Hey, what’s all this?” Bucky steps into the bedroom.

“You’ve got our Omega thinking you don’t want another pup.” Steve gently scolds Bucky.

“Oh, no, my love. No. I want another pup so bad.” He peppers you with kisses until you offer a playful pout.

The two Alphas exchange a look. Bucky rubs your back and scents you, he smells of the pups he was setting to bed. You nuzzle into the aroma, taking comfort knowing he loves them.

“I would never reject you nor the pup. Ever. I just know you only wanted three pups, and I want Cho to come up with something so we could have another, too.” He sighs heavily. “Thought all my angst would just in the way of you makin’ a pup.”

“You’re an idiot.” You feel Steve wrap you both up in his hold. Both men laugh at your bluntness.

“One extra pup is not off the table, if we find a way to make it happen. You managed it once, it’s always possible to do again.”

“I could have died.”

“You two could die every time you go on a mission. I’ve never been so close with medical staff. We have two of the best pups I’ve ever met. They are smart and kind and love their Alphas. Let’s keep our fingers crossed.” You feel a trickle of hope in the bond from both sides.

“Alright. I do want those newborn snuggles, again. And to see my Omega all round and sensitive.” Bucky purrs each word at you, and you know the three of you will end up in the sheets. “As long as I still get to have you, when you’re full of our pup, I’ll be happy.”

“Let’s practice,” Steve agrees.

 

—

 

Your next heat, if you didn’t know Bucky was a vampire, you’d never know who the Sire was. Both Alphas used you and praised you. You spent days fully spent, knotted, doted on, and spoiled.

Bucky snapped his teeth when he would get jealous, but that only resulted in more snuggles and scents and pleasures for you. Steve was overwhelmed at the opportunity to pup you, and it seemed to fuel a new, feral side of him. Bucky’s filthy words and touches spurred you all on.

The arrival of your daughter was easier than the twins. The way Bucky and Steve traded her back and forth, and snuggled all together, makes you so happy.

The twins love her, immediately trying to help and play. It takes a long time for Hazel to be old enough to enjoy them, but she laughs at everything they do. You love having a single pup so much, finding the weight of it all a bit lighter.

Maybe just one more.

—

Bucky takes Hazel to Wanda’s, stopping by every single staff member or visitor who asks. He’s always happy to share the little blonde toddler, and his older twins. You love hearing the smile in his voice when he speaks of any of them.

Steve is waiting in the lab, knowing that is your next destination. There are only days until your next Heat, and you want to tell Bucky just as his Rut follows. You know that soon, younger members will start having enough pups that you’ll only have phantom Heats, so you’re running out of time.

“And this won’t kill my mate?” You triple check, as Bruce rolls his eyes. They’ve synthesized the wood, testing it many times to ensure the dose is just high enough to allow him to be human again. Alive. But not enough to attack him.

“You’ve got a spare Alpha,” Tony jests. “Though I hardly like him better.”

You hug Tony, grateful for all the work and money and research he has put toward helping you. He has always truly cared, and been in your corner. You have been obsessed with his pups, and enjoyed watching him become such a wonderful sire.

“We better get back before Buck does.” Steve takes the vial of extract, tucking it away.

 

When you offer him the vial, hormones raging and demanding a new pup, Bucky balks. He’d spoken a thousand times about breeding you, having ‘just one more, baby, please’, and making room for a new pup now that the twins were so grown up. You’d feigned indifference, if only to make him flirt harder to sway you.

Months, he’d been obsessed with you and all talk about how he would if he could. The vial makes it all feel real, and he freezes. Not because he doesn’t want this, but because he feels his teenage self inside. No trace of all the trauma and fear.

His teenage self would have worn each pup against his skin until they could walk. Sometimes, Bucky felt a flicker like his old self with Rose, but had started feeling happier in the present with their beautiful family. That young Alpha full of turmoil and charisma was nothing but a memory.

Sometimes, though, he had wondered if that part of him was truly at peace or simply locked away. He still dreamed of your family in the 40s, and the way he would have loved you then. It’s practically an alternate reality, to him. But he wrestled with it because he loves what he has.

Now, his old self feels like all he is, inside. He wants to kiss you senseless, and sneak you away for a Heat session. He wants to trigger you in public, with lusty words and naughty touches, until someone scolds you both.

He’s a Sire and a bondmate, and well over a century old. But that vial makes him feel like a knothead teenage Alpha simply enamoured with his best girl. Steve smiles because he must see it in Bucky’s expression and body language, he is exactly how he once was.

You smell of cotton candy and motherhood, but also of back rooms in the school where he wished he could kiss you. The scent enhancer is more obvious now that he scents your Heat coming, and understands the nerves you and Steve have exuded.

Bucky nods and allows Steve to administer the vial, a little anxious but trusting.

 

—

 

Your final pup is Alaric. He arrives in an emergency, with only Bucky by your side as Steve is delayed on a mission.

Because he is early and things go awry, he is born with hearing loss. But he’s bright, and wonderful, and perfect. You and Bucky fawn over him, avoiding NICU at all costs as Bucky keeps him monitored and warm whenever you can’t.

Steve lets the twins and Hazel meet Alaric, before Bucky is ready to introduce him to the pack. It’s well past the traditional timeframe, more than three weeks since his birth. Rose obsesses over whether she looked like that as a baby. Beckett pretends that he doesn’t really care until the pup can play sports (but reads him a whole bunch of books when you let Bucky and Steve sleep). Hazel snuggles Alaric where he sleeps on Bucky’s chest.

Steve has to tend to the other pups, after that, but Bucky keeps you and Alaric in your welcoming phase. You know it’s a bit concerning, but you like the extra time with your pup and your Alphas. He’s so protective of Alaric, you get flashbacks to childhood with Steve.

“He’s not an asthmatic wimpy kid in a world war,” you remind Bucky when he lays the extra small pup on your breast to sleep.

“You’re right. I just… I saw how people treated Stevie back then. His ma told mine how awful it was to introduce him to their pack as her perfect son and have folks reject him. I… I don’t want him rejected.” Bucky thinks of the people who, to this day, would never have given Steve attention if he hadn’t transformed.

“Bucky, our pack will love him. He doesn’t need any superpowers or gadgets. We have been active with disability communities who will surely give us the best advice. But I was so scared, and I needed you. You’ve always been there. For me, and for Stevie, and for our pups.” You nuzzle him as Alaric squirms in his sleep.

“Tomorrow?” He asks as he curls up with you so he can watch you and the teenie pup.

“Tomorrow.” You nod off, feeling when Steve comes back for the last night of your welcome phase.

Everything will be alright, when you’re in their arms.

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Chapter 39: AU

Summary:

AU to when they were 16.

You are just fifteen when Bucky kisses some girl you know, and you feel like you might die. It feels like someone is pulling out all your guts, slowly, as the very thought plagues you.

“He’s sixteen, he could be doing more than that,” your Ma reminds you gently. You bawl into her arms, certain the world is ending. There hasn’t been a day you didn’t have eyes for Bucky.

“What if he ruts? What if he claims someone else, and I am too heartbroken to ever bond to anyone ever?” You sob your grief, and your mother does a good job of not laughing. It’s quite theatrical, you know that, but you can’t help how it feels.

“Oh, it’ll always feel like there’s only one Alpha. But you’re just a baby, you have lots of time to bond. I assure you, many other girls are cryin’ these same tears over that boy.” Your mother has always tried to make sure you don’t get hurt loving him so much. But you also know no one on the planet would be happier to have him as part for their family.

Your father, not so much. He has seen you cry every time Bucky has had a crush or kiss. It makes him a little bothered by the boy, whether he and Steve are your best friends or not.

—

Wearing your traditional wrist and collar covers, you nervously. Your mother has encouraged you to officially step out as an available omega. It’s considered classy to do it this way, showing you’re ready for young courtship but keeping your intimate glands from being scented.

Most teenagers came out like this after finding their designations. Foolishly, you’d hoped Bucky would just know you wanted only him. Instead, he’d started acting weird and your mother said boys do, once they present as Alphas.

“What’re ya doin’?” Bucky’s voice stops you as you descend from the steps of your building. He and Steve and Dot were waiting for you. His eyes linger on the scent wear.

“I’m, yknow, stepping out.” Ears and cheeks pink, you avoid his eyes. He’s probably planning on courting that girl he went out with. A different one, apparently, last night, when you were having your birthday event.

“What?” His voice is prickly and frigid.

“It’s my birthday. I’m sixteen, and I wish to be courted. So I’m stepping out. Presenting.” The words feel foreign and fuzzy on your lips. Maybe you will meet someone… it’s time you stop holding out for Bucky.

As he marches away, you feel like he is ripping the hooks from your heart with him. Steve and Dot say nothing, knowing you’ve crushed on him forever. Bucky hasn’t given any indication since he presented as an Alpha, that he was interested in you.

Before entering the dance, Bucky shows back up. He catches your eye and weaves between the crowd with intensity that parts the sea. You move to check what he is moving toward, in case you need to shift, and he catches your chin in his hand.

Bucky kisses you, in public, in a way that will certainly be top gossip. Your mother will never let you hear the end of this one.

“Take ‘em off.” The order is breathy and distressed. Each of your cuffs comes off, and he scents your wrists. He leaves your mating gland unscented, as that would land you both in heaps of trouble.

This gets the point across. It’s his scent, and you’re all his to court. He dances with you all night, breaking rules about space between dancers twice. Steve hugs you for several minutes when he finally gets a chance to congratulate you both.

—

Bucky walks you to work each morning, and picks you up after. He brings flowers, sweets, and on the Friday, he makes you a cologne. Cologne makes your heart stop, and you know your Papa will lose his temper at such a serious gesture one week after you presented.

“Don’t you start thinking you can have my little girl for free just ‘cause she’s a good Omega girl. She deserves someone who will treat her like gold, and you’ve got her mother fooled but not me. I’ve seen you out around the city.” Your father scolds Bucky harshly when he smells him on you, and spots cologne

“Sir, i intend to be good to her. We’re young, but I know her. I tried to leave it so we could grow up, but I intend to finish courtship.” Bucky confidently defends against your father’s fears.

“It’s been one week! One week since she turned sixteen, cryin’ ‘cause of you. I think you two need to slow down. Slow it down, or I’ll make sure you don’t see her any more.”

Both of you reel at your father’s order.

Bucky sneaks you out of your room in the morning, knowing your papa goes to smoke and drink and play cards while your mama gardens. The two of you kiss so much your lips burn. He whispers things you’ve never even dreamed of.

“I’ve wanted you as my omega. I presented as an Alpha and thought I’d rip you right to shreds, got scared. You’re so pretty,” he kisses your neck.

“My papa won’t lemme bond until I’m older. But I’m real happy to be courting. Will you come help me with some Girl Scout assignments? Then, we can have a little free time together.” You grin and sigh at his touches. Nothing dirty, not compared to stories you’ve heard.

Bucky agrees. Only you have no idea you’re five days from a premature heat. Usually, certain things will keep Omegas from cycling until courtship and marriage.

 

Bucky picks you up to walk to the Girl Scouts, and you feel something in the air. It’s spring, you know sometimes that affects hormones. But when he watches you hold a welp, while chatting to the pups and kits about the history of Girl Scouts, you feel warm. And maybe sick.

Bucky catches you, when you are meant to meet your leads. He wastes no time bringing you to his house, only a few blocks away. The entire time, you feel like you’re running a fever and gasping for air.

Heat. And he’s in rut, after watching you with the young ones. Both of you are nervous, but excited. You hope his family truly can’t scent or hear through the Alpha doors.

It’s terrifying but beautiful, the way you two discover each other and whisper praise. Bucky takes generous care of you, and you find yourself wrapped around him. All the things you imagined being years away, are crashing around you.

“Tongues will wag,” you scold. Bucky has left a mark on you so bold and permanent, you know it will be the talk of the city. Or at least Brooklyn.

“We can get rings, that might help. We’re real young, but I love you. We’ll make it work.” Bucky grooms your gland, soothing the ache there from days of heat and his fresh bite. The feel of his fangs in your skin has been euphoria.

“Is there something we should do, so I’m not…?” You touch your tummy, realizing you’d hoped he might know more. He did spend 5 days knotting you senseless, but you realize he hadn’t had a rut, yet. But boys spoke about it all, right?

“Uh… I figured we were too young to…” Bucky turns a shade of pink.

“Well we cycled together. At the same time. That usually doesn’t happen, this young. So, if it did, we could be…”

“Do you feel anything?” His voice is tender and, dare you say, hopeful.

“I dunno how it feels to be finishing a Heat. How do I know what’s what?”

“I… I guess we wait. And we see if we nest down.” He grooms your glands again, sliding his palm to rest over your womb. It makes you feel like a fire burns inside.

—

 

“How DARE you!” Your papa slaps Bucky with an open hand. The silver scar over your gland after you went missing tells him everything he fears.

Bucky doesn’t falter, his gaze firm on your father’s. A strand of hair falls loose from its gel, but he fixes his jaw and stares up at the grown man.

“I’m gonna treat her right, Sir. I’ve loved her since we were kids. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Bucky challenges the older Alpha, something that only happens when one won’t give up. It’s marked by a squared posture and bearing fangs, so you gasp when you see it.

“Not at SIXTEEN! She’s a baby. You have a lot of growin’ to do, before you can bond my underage daughter.” He is angry, but it attracts your mamas attention. She steps out, aghast at the Alphas about to challenge.

When she sees you, crying and smelling of Bucky, with a bite mark, she moves quickly. Not to you, but to Bucky. Her favourite boy she watched growing up with heart eyes for you.

Your mamas arms swept around Bucky, welcoming your new Alpha. He practically falls into her, grateful for the acceptance and traditional pack welcoming. It shatters you that your papa hadn’t offered him the same.

“She’s too young!” Your papa barks.

“Bucky presented as an Alpha a year ago, and I thought the first thing he’d do is come court our baby girl. If you can’t see the reason—” she turns back and points at Bucky “— the stupid reason— he looked at anyone else was because he knew she was too young, you’re a fool. Now welcome your new son, or you’ll never meet their pup.”

Pup. Your head spins with the very thought, still fresh off your very first heat and bonding.

Your papa snarls, then relaxes. He always loved Bucky, until he made you cry. Bucky’s father was busy and travelled for the army, he passed away early. So most of his life, he had your papa to teach him and guide him.

“Papa, you hit him,” you cry. Yes, it was commonplace. But Bucky was probably crushed by the rejection from his father figure at a pack welcome.

“James Buchanan Barnes, I welcome you to our pack. Your ma and sister, too. I love you, you have always been my son. Though you are both still merely pups, this union was always meant to be.” He bear hugs Bucky the way he did when he got to high school, or won a boxing match.

Bucky doesn’t hold a grudge about the hit. Your papa doesn’t hold a grudge against him for bonding you two weeks after your sixteenth birthday.

Even when you pause in the middle of class two weeks later. You feel it. He feels it, too. A little tendril in your bond, like sweet background music.

Bucky’s at your class door as soon as you can breathe again. He calls your name, mid-class, and scandalized eyes fall to the two of you. Surely, your recent bonding and sudden departure will make waves.

Crying, you’re both gloriously happy and very afraid. Bucky is over the moon, smothering you in kisses all over your skin. As you walk home, he can’t stop smiling and at some point, stops in the middle of the road to kiss you like crazy.

Opening your door, your mama sees the two of you home far too early. She can tell from your pale and petrified expressions, there’s news.

“Your father knew. He left you both gifts for nesting down.” She smiles gently, wiping your tear tracks and adoring the way Bucky holds you.

Bundles of beautiful fabrics and blankets are next to a traditional nesting egg. Your papa left Bucky some scent creams, and neck support, as well, as you’d be sitting up for days. It’s the kindest gesture you could imagine.

“I love you,” you whisper as he holds you. Instinct guides you both to snuggle close, breathing each other in.

“I love you, too. I can’t wait,” Bucky laughs with watery eyes as you both interact with the new little life you’ve created.

Winnifred had known. When she accepted you, she had whispered that you were with pup. But you hadn’t been able to decipher this tiny little one from the Big Bang of your new bond.

“I gotta take ya to my ma, as soon as we can move again.”

“Of course. I love your family, I can’t wait to share a pup with them.” You gasp as his fingers drum over your tummy, and the bond sparkles.

It’s intense, when the aches and pains come. Bucky’s fingers dance over you, his scenting and grooming help. Soft words exchanged make the ache better.

Winnie is over, helping you, all the time. She and your mama help you prepare in every way. As you get big and round, they know Bucky grows more protective and lovelorn.

He’s insatiable. Everyone tries to pretend he isn’t constantly pumping out pheromones. All he wants is to love you and make love to you, claim you, and talk about your future pup.

But the day you go into labour, Bucky breaks the rules. Whatever the traditions are for only female Omegas to be present, no one can remove him from your side. He doesn’t flinch when you squeeze his hands to nearly breaking. He doesn’t notice any of the smells or sounds or bodily functions.

Bucky grooms your glands when you sweat profusely through pain. He rubs your back through contractions. He sits behind you, when you push and sob at your labour.

Most importantly, he breaks into the most beautiful smile when your pup arrives and starts to wail. He helps you hold the whelp to your chest, your arms tired and rubbery. It’s just the two of you and your pup.

“Rose,” you breathe.

Bucky kisses your sweaty temple as you fade in and out. He keeps you fed, clean, and cared for. You’re everything to him. A champion of love and family, at not quite seventeen.

Steve arrives five days in, the first pack member he wants his pup introduced to, breaking more rules, but too important to both of you to miss this.

“I love them, more than anything.” Bucky smoothes your hair as you sleep, and he holds Rose because he can tell it will be a long time before he sets her down.

“It’d take vampire venom to drag you away,” Steve agrees.

“Nah, even then. I’d still remember anyone I love this much.” Bucky swells with pride as he watches Rose grumble and wiggle in his arms, then settle back down.

You hope nothing of the sort will happen. This is the pack you want, the life you crave, and the love you’re certain would last a century. Your perfect little pup is only the beginning.

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