Many Faced Muses

Reminder of who’s here:

Steve Rogers [x] John Sheppard [x] Emmett Cullen [x] Erik Lehnsherr [x] Remus Lupin [x] Eric Northman [x] And my OCs Tom Smith [x] Belial [x]

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     Alcide starred at the vampire with his brows furrowed in confusion. He’d met a lot of vampires in his day but not one as—- playful as this one felt. ❝Friendly gets you killed around these parts.❞ The wolf growled in reply, he didn’t move from the spot where he’d shifted back to greet the stranger. ❝What will it take to make you go away?❞

     He was a wolf, Alcide could smell that much. He couldn’t turn down a wolf in trouble, especially vampire trouble. ❝I’ve got a pack nearby, c’mon. Don’t worry about intruding, I’m the Alpha— they have to listen to me.❞ Not that his family didn’t trust him, they were different than the packs he’d been in before. Even if he’d been abjured once. ❝You’ll be safe from the fangs until daylight but buddy— this ain’t a place you wanna be after dark. Not with what’s skulking around lately.❞

Remus looked at him, still confused, still scared. Pack. Alpha. He’d read about it, heard about it, but... “I’m not like you. I mean... I am, but I’m not.“

It was stupid smiles like his that got her in trouble, any time someone got close enough to let her down they had a charming smile like his. Maybe he didn’t mean it that way, truthfully he seemed happier to be out and about than with her. It still set off her alarm bells either way, even if her rational brain was telling her she was getting paranoid again.

“Oh, you know, stealing things, buying expensive clothes, making the unworthy grovel at my feet… Mostly things you wouldn’t approve of, Captain.” Aileen smiled at him slowly, almost in a cold way as she flagged down the waiter.

“Care to join me for dinner then? I guess while you’re here I can try to enjoy the company before you drag me off to my own personal hell.” Perhaps giving Steve Rogers a hard time wasn’t the smartest idea, but if she couldn’t joke around with him then she didn’t see a point in going with him to Stark’s little playground.

"Hm" He just made a noise at that, because yeah, he didn't necessarily approve of how she chose to use her powers. But technically it was freedom he was fighting for, and that was freedom. Doing something you liked.

     There were so many emotions racing through Tony he kind of felt breathless with it all. For once he was thankful that he had only been drinking to enjoy the taste, he wasn’t even supposed to have that much since it messed with the medication his doctor had him on. ❝I like it.❞ He admitted while letting himself be pulled in for a kiss. He still had his mind set on talking, but if Steve wanted to manhandle him first who was he to argue? His hand had been getting old anyway.

     ❝Bedroom, now.❞ Tony demanded as he all but climbed the man’s body and wrapped around him like a koala. ❝You can tell me how sorry you are once your dick’s in my ass. Then I’ll tell you how I’m an asshole and I don’t deserve you.❞ Which really was the gist of things, but he had a lot more to say than that. Tony wasn’t going to let another person get away because he couldn’t sort out his feelings in time. ❝The keywords being ‘dick in my ass’ since I’m a sex addict who hasn’t been laid since he started fighting with his boyfriend.❞ People were always surprised to learn that, but when Tony was in a relationship, no matter how estranged, he didn’t cheat on that person.

It wasn't like Steve minded much. He'd come here knowing fully well he'd land in Tony's bed. Having the man in his arms was calming, Steve liked how easily he could lift Tony, though he felt like the other had lost weight. Not surprising, but worrying. Steve made a mental note of that as he moved into the bedroom, carefully placing down Tony onto the bed, towering over his boyfriend. "God, the mouth on you", he said, pulling his jacket off and his shirt over his head. "You waste no time, do you?" Not that Steve minded, he was pulling off his shoes and opening his belt as he spoke. Nope, no time wasted.

     A smile crossed those lips when he felt Steve touch them, he knew what that tone meant. Steve was ahead of the game tonight, he must have really needed to let go. Bucky made a mental note to attempt to fill his partner’s needs more often, he didn’t like that Steve wouldn’t usually ask for this but he knew he could never get the man to change that. ❝Anything for you, baby doll.❞ Bucky replied as he caught Steve’s hand and placed a gentle kiss on the knuckles

     With a roll of his hips, Bucky had them flipped over with Steve under him, like he weighed nothing at all. He wasn’t forceful about it, but gentle and soft as he crowded against Steve’s body and hovered his upper half over the man with his metal arm as support. ❝I’m gonna tell you what we’re going to do first, okay?❞ Bucky didn’t wait for confirmation but instead paused to stroke the fingers of his free hand through Steve’s hair. ❝I want to hear a color, especially a yellow if there’s something you need. Understand. You don’t have to explain why, you never do. Just tell me what it is and I’ll give it to you.❞

     Bucky waited for a moment for those words to sink in before continuing, all the while combing through Steve’s golden colored hair. ❝We’re going to get that first one out of the way with some prostate stimulation. I love watching you writhe on my fingers Stevie. Then I’m going to take you just like this, how we are now, at whatever pace I think you need at any given time until you’re so spent you have tears in your eyes and all you know is my name.❞ Again Bucky paused and waited a moment before he spoke again. ❝Now, baby doll, I need you to give me a color. Loud and clear, it’s just me and you here. No one to hide from.❞

Steve let out a soft breath as he was flipped, coming to rest underneath Bucky, staring up at him. His eyes were big and trusting, he knew that he was safe. That Bucky would do anything for him. Knowing that and seeing it shine in Bucky's eyes, feeling the love and adoration has made him cry at times. Not tonight though. Tonight he was focused on Bucky, focused on not losing sight of himself, so he could actually tell what he needed. That wasn't always possible.

     Bucky wasn’t sure if he’d be staying here, he couldn’t afford to put down roots for too long but at the same time he was tired of constantly being on the road. More than once he’d woken up with a renewed memory and almost ran back to Steve, he missed his best friend more than anything else. HYDRA wanted Cap dead though, and they’d use him to do it given the chance.

     He weighted Tom’s offer carefully, as he did with most offers thrown his way. Bucky hardly ever took them because he liked to avoid people, but he really needed a hand this time. Give a little to get a little, that’s what he’d grown up learning way back in the forties when jobs were rare and people were just looking for a little help to get by. “Yeah, I can do that.” He finally answered with a nod. “I just left a mechanic gig in the last town, I probably won’t be here long but I don’t mind engine work. That’s what I wanted to do growing up.”

     It was the truth, even back then Bucky had been fascinated by how engines worked, he’d never taken any classes but a local man took him under his wing. Now a days everything was ten times more complicated, but it hadn’t taken long for him to catch up. Thank god for public libraries. “It’s not gonna do nothin’, but I won’t throw away a drink when it’s offered. If you don’t mind.”