Slash is life

He did make Bucky sleep in the same bed as him, but that wasn't strange. Bucky was his omega, and his new, possessive alpha would of course want him close. That strong arm of his didn't even leave Bucky's waist when they went into the communal rooms downstairs in the Avengers' Tower.

Not that they did that a lot. It made Bucky nervous. Being around those strange people...especially the ones that were always staring at him like he might start to throw knives at any second...it made the omega tremble.

And, to be completely honest, Bucky was just happy that he didn't have to sleep on the floor any longer. The bed they shared was big, warm and soft, better than anything Bucky could remember. Not even the very fleeting memories he had of a rickety cot in an apartment where some old, omega version of Steve flickered through in his memories like a shadow could compare to this king sized thing.

With a bed like that, Bucky could endure being held throughout the night by the alpha that had stolen him.

Because that was what Steve had done. He'd found him, bitten him and claimed him, and then Bucky had had no choice but to follow him away from Hydra. His home. It was his home, right?

Bucky had started to doubt that when he realized that everytime he thought of Hydra, he felt afraid that they would find him, and every time he thought of Steve, he thought of....well, that bed.

The first few nights, Bucky had been on high alert. Every muscle had been taut as a bowstring, and while Steve had snored content into his neck, the omega had noticed every single shift under the sheets. The alpha had grown hard three times during the night, and his dick had pushed up firmly against Bucky's ass, but he'd never tried to fuck him. A few times, Steve rutted slowly in his sleep, softly moaning as he got some friction against Bucky's borrowed boxers.

Those times, the omega had to bite his lip not to whimper. It had been fear at first - Bucky thought that surely this is the time when Steve would growl, pull down his underwear and shove his cock inside without waiting for Bucky to get wet.

But after a few nights, it had become something else. Those slow, firm, sleepy grindings into his ass had made his body...respond. Grow softer, needier...slicker.

After a week, Bucky was starting to grow impatient.

He also knew that as an omega - as a bitch - he had no right to be impatient. Why would his alpha want him anyway? He was a monster of an omega, an overgrown, muscled joke of a mate.

So, Bucky had started growing ansty. Even if he hadn't chosen this alpha, it still made him worried when it seemed that his alpha didn't want him.

Would Steve send him back to Hydra? Would he want this to be sexless relationship?

Did Bucky want it to be a relationship with sex?

The way his stomach grew tight and his hole grew slick whenever Steve grunted into his neck in his sleep and used him as something to rut against, Bucky figured he might actually want that. His body hadn't gotten what it needed in...a lifetime. He was overdue.

At least that's what he told himself when he finally lost it one night as Steve was giving him a bath.

It was one of those things his alpha insisted on doing for him. It was always gentle and slow, with lots of bubbles and a soapy, soft washcloth rubbing over Bucky's skin. It wasn't as if his tiny omega cock could harden into any kind of proper erection, but it still grew swollen and sensitive.

Very sensitive.

When Steve rubbed the washcloth over Bucky's tingling cock - very swift and matter-of-factly - the omega's hand shot out on instinct and curled around his wrist as he was moving to retract it.

"Buck?"

The question was kind; curious. Steve, who was sitting by the edge of the bathtub and could've easily traded his gentle touch to something rough and possessive whenever he wanted to, looked down at the hand and then back up at him with the hint of an amused smile.

Bucky blushed. A whimper escaped his throat, courtesy of his omega nature.

"I..." he started but trailed off. Words were always hard, and especially when he was embarassed.

But Bucky still couldn't let go of Steve's hand. His sex was throbbing and he needed to be touched, needed it so bad. There was no way he could find the words to ask, so he just let his body find the right little helpless noises to express it to the alpha.

After having repressed his natural sounds and behaviours for so long with Hydra, Bucky had no idea how many ways his body could non-verbally communicate on a level that an alpha just naturally understand. The fact that Steve had allowed him the space to actually act as an omega had caused those instincts to slowly return.

"Yeah? You like that?" Steve teased him softly, keeping his voice calm and low.

The washcloth slipped from his hand and sank to the bottom of the warm bathwater. Steve's hand was now cupping his little cock, making Bucky whimper even more needily with big eyes fixed on the alpha. The sensitive little thing felt hot, almost burning in Steve's grip.

Those white teeth showed when Steve smiled.

"Hmm? How about that, love?" he husked, softly squeezing over Bucky's genitals and making his breath hitch. Steve's blue eyes darkened just a bit. "Is that better? Right there?" Those long fingers slowly wandered over Bucky's swollen taint and found the slippery rim of his hole.

Bucky could've cried when two of them slipped inside.

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He did make Bucky sleep in the same bed as him, but that wasn't strange. Bucky was his omega, and his new, possessive alpha would of course want him close. That strong arm of his didn't even leave Bucky's waist when they went into the communal rooms downstairs in the Avengers' Tower.

Not that they did that a lot. It made Bucky nervous. Being around those strange people...especially the ones that were always staring at him like he might start to throw knives at any second...it made the omega tremble.

And, to be completely honest, Bucky was just happy that he didn't have to sleep on the floor any longer. The bed they shared was big, warm and soft, better than anything Bucky could remember. Not even the very fleeting memories he had of a rickety cot in an apartment where some old, omega version of Steve flickered through in his memories like a shadow could compare to this king sized thing.

With a bed like that, Bucky could endure being held throughout the night by the alpha that had stolen him.

Because that was what Steve had done. He'd found him, bitten him and claimed him, and then Bucky had had no choice but to follow him away from Hydra. His home. It was his home, right?

Bucky had started to doubt that when he realized that everytime he thought of Hydra, he felt afraid that they would find him, and every time he thought of Steve, he thought of....well, that bed.

The first few nights, Bucky had been on high alert. Every muscle had been taut as a bowstring, and while Steve had snored content into his neck, the omega had noticed every single shift under the sheets. The alpha had grown hard three times during the night, and his dick had pushed up firmly against Bucky's ass, but he'd never tried to fuck him. A few times, Steve rutted slowly in his sleep, softly moaning as he got some friction against Bucky's borrowed boxers.

Those times, the omega had to bite his lip not to whimper. It had been fear at first - Bucky thought that surely this is the time when Steve would growl, pull down his underwear and shove his cock inside without waiting for Bucky to get wet.

But after a few nights, it had become something else. Those slow, firm, sleepy grindings into his ass had made his body...respond. Grow softer, needier...slicker.

After a week, Bucky was starting to grow impatient.

He also knew that as an omega - as a bitch - he had no right to be impatient. Why would his alpha want him anyway? He was a monster of an omega, an overgrown, muscled joke of a mate.

So, Bucky had started growing ansty. Even if he hadn't chosen this alpha, it still made him worried when it seemed that his alpha didn't want him.

Would Steve send him back to Hydra? Would he want this to be sexless relationship?

Did Bucky want it to be a relationship with sex?

The way his stomach grew tight and his hole grew slick whenever Steve grunted into his neck in his sleep and used him as something to rut against, Bucky figured he might actually want that. His body hadn't gotten what it needed in...a lifetime. He was overdue.

At least that's what he told himself when he finally lost it one night as Steve was giving him a bath.

It was one of those things his alpha insisted on doing for him. It was always gentle and slow, with lots of bubbles and a soapy, soft washcloth rubbing over Bucky's skin. It wasn't as if his tiny omega cock could harden into any kind of proper erection, but it still grew swollen and sensitive.

Very sensitive.

When Steve rubbed the washcloth over Bucky's tingling cock - very swift and matter-of-factly - the omega's hand shot out on instinct and curled around his wrist as he was moving to retract it.

"Buck?"

The question was kind; curious. Steve, who was sitting by the edge of the bathtub and could've easily traded his gentle touch to something rough and possessive whenever he wanted to, looked down at the hand and then back up at him with the hint of an amused smile.

Bucky blushed. A whimper escaped his throat, courtesy of his omega nature.

"I..." he started but trailed off. Words were always hard, and especially when he was embarassed.

But Bucky still couldn't let go of Steve's hand. His sex was throbbing and he needed to be touched, needed it so bad. There was no way he could find the words to ask, so he just let his body find the right little helpless noises to express it to the alpha.

After having repressed his natural sounds and behaviours for so long with Hydra, Bucky had no idea how many ways his body could non-verbally communicate on a level that an alpha just naturally understand. The fact that Steve had allowed him the space to actually act as an omega had caused those instincts to slowly return.

"Yeah? You like that?" Steve teased him softly, keeping his voice calm and low.

The washcloth slipped from his hand and sank to the bottom of the warm bathwater. Steve's hand was now cupping his little cock, making Bucky whimper even more needily with big eyes fixed on the alpha. The sensitive little thing felt hot, almost burning in Steve's grip.

Those white teeth showed when Steve smiled.

"Hmm? How about that, love?" he husked, softly squeezing over Bucky's genitals and making his breath hitch. Steve's blue eyes darkened just a bit. "Is that better? Right there?" Those long fingers slowly wandered over Bucky's swollen taint and found the slippery rim of his hole.

Bucky could've cried when two of them slipped inside.

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