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James is the heir to a fortune, Logan just needs to make a living. When Bucky comes into Logan's cafe for the first time he's instantly smitten with the Cafe owner.

Soon to be cross-posted on AO3, a Loganbucky (Wolverine/Winter Soldier) fanfiction for the LoganBucky Fest 2018 prompt: Established Relationship.

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Synopsis: Bucky has a night terror, and Logan doesn’t respond fast enough, but he manages the aftermath with obvious practice. 

Contains canon-typical but not overly graphic violence.

    Logan didn’t sleep anymore.  Not very much, anyway; his healing factor took care of restoring everything that sleep did, so he didn’t really need it except to clear and reset his mind.  He tended to put it off as long as possible, since he … really hated how he usually woke up. His bed at the X-Mansion had gone unused for years now; usually every few months when he wanted to sleep, he left, to stay here, at Avengers Mansion, where there were trained adults who knew how to handle him and who he could blame for stupidity and not simple ignorance if and when he harmed them.

    He wasn’t sleeping tonight.  He’d planned to, but he just couldn’t seem to drift off, even curled up to Bucky’s back, holding the man close with his sharp nose pressed into his neck where his scent was concentrated. Bucky was cuddling his hands and using his arm as a pillow, and he wouldn’t have moved for the world.

    That was, until Bucky’s heart rate started to rise.  It took him a minute to recognize the noise; he didn’t usually take notice of heartbeats, but in the nearly silent room, that and his love’s quickening breath was all he could hear.  Muscles slowly tensed under him and his scent began to shift as adrenaline started pumping from a building night terror.

    Logan pressed his nose harder into his love’s neck and murmured, “Shh.  Bucky. I’m here.  It’s okay, darlin’.  It’s not real.” Sometimes, when he caught the dreams early enough, that was enough.

    Bucky flexed in his arms and the metal of his left hand suddenly clenched hard enough to tear the tendons and cartilage in Logan’s wrist, making him snarl with pain, trying and failing to pull his hand away. “Bucky! James, kid, love, darlin’, I’m here,” He ran through as many names as he could think of, trying to find one that could penetrate the haze. “Bucky, it’s me, it’s Logan, fuck.” He grimaced.

     Bucky threw him out of the bed and was pinning him to the floor the next second, eyes wide and blank and face pulled into a wide grimace of a snarl.  He didn’t speak- he never spoke during terrors like this, just reached for his hunting knife.

    Logan grimaced.  His wrist had already healed, so he had two choices.  Throw Bucky off him and continue the fight until he got in an impact that stunned him until he woke up, or let him ‘kill’ him and snap Bucky out of it by the sight of his not-death.  He wryly thought he was getting too old for this shit as he just went limp and let the knife slash his throat, making a gargled shriek that never quite cut off.  His healing was too quick for a throat wound to kill him.  Well then.  He sort of preferred it when he actually died- it was less painful.  But the spurt of blood was enough to get through to Bucky.

    By the time Logan’s throat had knitted itself back together and he was sitting up, coughing up the remaining blood and spitting it out into the mess, Bucky was back against the bed, head in his hands and knees pulled up. “I’m so sorry.”

    Logan grunted softly and pulled a black towel out of their nightstand nearby to wipe the worst of the blood off him.  Well, there went that shirt . . . he was never gonna get the smell out.  He pulled it off and left it balled up on the towel when he made his way over to Bucky’s side and put a firm hand on his knee. “I’m fine, kid.”

    “Don’t call me that.” Bucky didn’t look up but his grimace was audible. “I hate it when you call me that.”

    “Because it’s what Steve calls you.” Logan guessed, mostly to get him talking.

    “No, because-“ Bucky dropped his hands with a frustrated groan. “Because it reminds me how fucking old you are.”

    Logan rolled his eyes. “Hey.  We’ve been through that.” He bumped his shoulder against Bucky’s and sighed when his lover pulled away. “Bucky.”

    “How did it end up like this?” Bucky whispered, staring at the blood soaked towel. “All I ever really wanted was to live a calm, normal life. Maybe get a job at Stark Industries.  Have a lover to hold me when the nights got cold and the heating was out.  Someone to care for, who’d do the same for me.” He dropped his head again. “How did I end up a hundred years old, still looking thirty, slitting my fiance’s throat in the middle of the night?”

    Logan sighed and gripped him, pulling him closer to cuddle. Bucky fought halfheartedly, but he was a cuddler under all his conditioning and he ended up relaxing when he realized Logan wasn’t letting go.  Despite being a supersoldier, he still wasn’t quite as strong as his mutant lover when it came down to sheer brute strength in close quarters.

    “Bucky.” Logan said after a minute, and Bucky twitched. “I want you to listen close to me, darlin’.  I love you.  It’s okay that you’re not who you thought you’d be.  It’s okay that things didn’t turn out the way you planned.” He ducked his head to nuzzle Bucky’s hair, sighing softly. “Can you honestly tell me you’d have been happier hiding away in Brooklyn, taking stolen moments with someone you can’t tell anyone about, if that, than you are here, with a group of friends and partners who would defend you with every ounce of strength they have if someone threatened you for who you love?”

    Bucky shifted to get more comfortable against him and his flesh hand unclenched to come to rest on one of Logan’s. “And with you.  If that hadn’t happened … I never could’ve stayed with you.” Then he grimaced again. “But god, I don’t deserve to.  I tried to kill you.  I might have killed your wife.”

    “No.” Logan dragged him up to look him in the eye harshly. “Don’t you ever say that again.  Don’t you ever insult my ability to recognize the scent of the man I loved, even masked in blood. I know that man wasn’t you.  He may have trained you, but he was not you.  Never, ever you.” He rested his head on Bucky’s forehead, holding him there as Bucky struggled slightly. “What can I say to help you tonight?” He asked after a moment, letting him go somewhat but keeping him from leaving with a firm hand on his wrist.

    Bucky looked down at their hands and then up at Logan’s face, eyes trailing down his neck. “I don’t know.” He said softly. “I just …” He looked down at his left shoulder and his face twisted.  He reached up and started to unlatch the metal arm.

    Logan let him, until he began to struggle, unable to reach all the locking mechanisms by himself.  Even then, he waited until Bucky was nearly in tears with frustration to quietly lean forward and get the last few catches himself.  The arm was left harmless on the floor and he helped Bucky up by the other hand, pulling him back to the bed.

    There, Logan shifted over him and tilted his head up to bare his throat. “See?  I’m okay.” He bent again to kiss Bucky softly, which Bucky shakily returned after a moment when it sank in. “I’m okay.  You will be, and it’s okay that you aren’t.  I’m gonna be here.”

For @hellyeahbottombucky​, for the Bottom Bucky Fest 2019.

Prompt: Number 2, Getting It On During An Avengers Party.

Relationship: Logan/James “Bucky” Barnes.

Fandom: The Avengers; X-Men.

Tags: Mentions of other Avengers; Mentions of Other X-Men; Background Steve Rogers/Tony Stark; Sex would happen if people weren't so nosy; Implied Bottom Bucky Barnes