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“Hey, Bucky? You in there?”

It’s Clint, and Bucky heaves a sigh of relief. He lays Peter back down in the sheets, swaddling him gently, before crawling out to meet Clint beyond the barriers.

It’s Clint, and Bucky heaves a sigh of relief. He lays Peter back down in the sheets, swaddling him gently, before crawling out to meet Clint beyond the barriers.

“Where’s Annie?” Bucky demands, positioning his body to make sure the Beta can’t see into the room.

Clint stumbles back, covering his nose, “O— on her way, Bucky. Fuck, is that Peter? What is that smell—”

A growl rips through his chest and Bucky slams Clint against the wall, using the full weight of his  five-foot-seven-hundred-fifty-pound body to pin the taller Beta with a snarl, “Get the fuck outta here, Barton.” He throws Clint down the hall, “And don’t even think of letting Tony or Steve down here. On your life, Barton, swear to me.”

“I swear, Omega, I swear. Holy shit.”

Bucky doesn’t stay long enough to hear the rest, content to retreat into his nest with the promise from his Beta. All he has to do now is wait for Annie.

Peter has barely stirred. Bucky watches as he squirms around, pained whimpers falling from his lips. When he pulls Peter back into his arms, Bucky notices that his clothes are soaked with sweat.

“Hush, darlin’ it’s okay. Gonna take such good care of you,” he whispers into Peter’s hair, holding him tight and pressing the Omega’s nose into his neck.

Five minutes later, there’s a light knock on the barrier. Bucky can’t help the growl he lets out before he hears Annie announce herself.

“It’s me, Bucky. Clint told me you were in here already— how bad is it?” she asks, approaching the nest slowly, and only entering when Bucky invites her in.

He leaves Peter with her, moving around the room to work on the final shut down procedures.

“He’s unconscious. I’m not sure why, and he seems uncomfortable.”

“Okay, uh. Take care of the room, I’ll try to get him up.”

He unlocks the den, checking the surrounding area for possible threats. The barrier gets closed next— completely blocking the hallway from the nesting room and sealing them inside. He checks each of the windows and the adjoining suite bathroom, content with the locks, and makes his way back to his packmates.

When he climbs back into the nest, Peter immediately reaches out for him with a trill. Both him and Annie are undressed, pressed skin to skin, and Bucky realizes it’s his first time seeing them like this, naked and vulnerable.

His breathing picks up, and he sits up straighter on his knees, pulling off his shirt and shimmying out of his pants. Seated in just his briefs, Bucky crawls closer and takes Peter’s waiting hand. He lets the small Omega pull him closer, but hesitates before falling into a kiss. He looks over at Annie, expectantly—

“‘m okay, Jamie. ‘t just took me by su’prise is’all,” Peter slurs, giving him a dopey smile.

“Okay, Pete. What do you need? You should probably drink some water—”

Peter lets out a shrill whine, triggering something primal in Bucky’s hindbrain, and he’s moving Peter to lay face down before he can stop himself. He helps the Omega— supporting his chest with a pillow and pulling his hips up until he’s presenting— and groans at the sight in front of him.

Annie isn’t any less affected, and she silently takes Bucky’s hand, guiding him to touch the silky skin on display in front of them. Peter arches his back further and makes a series of grunting noises followed by one cry of empty.

“Shit,” Bucky curses, feeling his own hole clench in sympathy, “grab one of the toys, please?” and Annie is quick to hand him one of the smaller dildos with an inflatable knot as he admires the trail of slick glistening on Peter’s taint.

“Perfect,” he praises, and slides a finger into Peter’s body without a warning. Annie kneels behind Bucky, kissing lightly at his neck and playing with his boxers as he works Peter open with his fingers.

After Annie undresses Bucky, she moves Peter and settles underneath him, humming encouragements into sweet kisses and reaches up, behind him, to pull his cheeks apart. And god do they make a pretty picture. Needy, desperate Omega in heat on top of the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, grinding together and exchanging wet kisses.

Bucky focuses back on his task, checking the slick from Peter’s hole, and using a large amount of it to coat the toy in his hand. He rests the blunt end against Peter’s rim, pressing lightly, and both of them groan when the cock is basically swallowed up to the hilt.

“Fuck. So greedy, Peter. So good. How’s it feel, pretty Omega?”

He doesn’t get a verbal response, just a loud keening noise, and takes that as permission— thankful that they negotiated this beforehand. The dildo fits easily in his hand, and each thrust is deep, slow, and brings his fingertips in contact with Peter’s dripping entrance, over and over.

Annie reaches underneath Peter’s body, pulling on his tiny cock and wringing desperate sobs from his lips. She uses her other hand to pull Peter in for a kiss, tangling their tongues and swallowing his moans as Bucky picks up the pace.

“Harder, Bucky, I think he’s close,” Annie begs, breathless, and Bucky obeys— meeting Peter’s hips with each thrust as the Omega tries to push back into them.

“Ah ah, Jay, please, ah,” Peter pants, curling his fingers into the sheets and burying his face in Annie’s shoulder, “Need’a, huh ah ah, knot please.”

Bucky keeps his pace, pushing deep into the Omega, and grabs the pump for the knot, pulsing the air pump once with each thrust until there’s a noticeable bulge at the base of the cock.

“M’gonna do it, baby, hold on. Come for me, Peter. Come on my knot, come for me,” he pleads with the Omega.

When the knot is inflated half-way, he slows the thrusts and focuses on grinding down, shallow, into Peter’s prostate. He earns a wail and a string of muffled curses from his mate, and shoves the full knot into his hole with an audible pop!

“Oh fuck, Bucky, keep going,” Annie breaths, both hands at work under Peter’s body to bring him over the edge.

Peter’s legs buckle. Annie grabs him on his way down, keeping his thighs spread as he comes apart in their hands, sighing and humming in pleasure. Bucky reaches underneath him to feel his cock, and has to close his eyes as the pulsing, clear cum pools in his hand.

He continues pumping the knot, inflating it until it no longer threatens to slip past Peter’s swollen rim. With his hand full of Omega cum, he begins to rub it into his own cock and balls— intimately scent marking himself to satisfy his overwhelming instinct to mate and claim his Omegas.

When he looks up, Annie is doing the same— rubbing Peter’s cum into her skin with her head thrown back— and Bucky can’t take it anymore.

With Peter’s heat satisfied for the time being, the two of them work to move him to the side, curling him around a pillow.

Bucky sees her eyes on him, dark and wanting, “Feelin’ horny, Omega?” he purrs, settling over her body and leaning down for a kiss.

She moans into his mouth, nibbling on his lower lip, “Mmm, yeah Bucky. What do you have in mind?”

“Well. I’ll be honest with you, baby, I’ve never been with a girl before.”

“Oh,” she pulls back, pushing him with one hand, “I mean— it’s not too different from a guy who’s an Omega, I don’t think.”

Now he’s definitely blushing, “Well, I— I’ve never really topped anyone either.”

Annie gives him a look, pushing her fingers through his hair, before leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, “Neither of us have to swing for this, Bucky. If you don’t feel comfortable topping, we can share one of those long, floppy dildos that Tony bought for us,” she smiles, then, and frames his face with both of her hands, “but honestly, I’d be honored to be your first.”

He smiles down at her, grinding his cock in between her legs, “What’re we doin’ talkin’ then, sugar?”

Her laugh is swallowed up by his mouth, and they both groan into the suddenly heady, desperate kiss. Annie spreads her legs, locking her ankles behind his back, and rolls her hips into his.

“Fuck, Annie,” he curses. Her core feels so different against his cock, so soft and wet, and he can’t help reaching down to feel, gasping, “tell me— tell me what feels good, baby.”

She mewls into his mouth, clutching hard onto his shoulders, “Like this, Bucky,” and one of her hands joins his between her legs, guiding his fingers through her folds, until he feels a small bump that causes her to cry out.

“That, oh shit, right there, Bucky— s’my clit, baby, feels good.”

He looks down in wonder, following her fingers as they move in small, firm circles. After a minute or so of discovering what makes her twitch and moan, she releases his hands and grasps his cock, stroking it slowly from root to tip. He knows he’s not big— damn his Omega biology— but he’s gotta be big enough to satisfy this girl. At least, that’s what Stevie told him the other night.

Annie must sense his hesitation, because she’s pulling him down into a deep kiss, grabbing his hair, and whispering, “Come on, Bucky. Fuck me. Please, come on, Bucky.”

“Okay, okay. Uh, hold on,” he pulls back, lifting her hips, and feels around for the source of wetness pouring out of her. Once he finds it— and what a fuckin’ marvel, having two holes, damn— he watches her face and pushes two fingers in, feeling around her inner walls as her eyes goes wide in pleasure.

He tries to stretch her out a bit, but after a minute she’s laughing, “Bucky, I don’t need that much work. Just fuck me already.”

Pulling his fingers out, he uses her slick to coat his cock, and lines up, searching her face for any discomfort. He pushes forward, inch by inch, until he’s buried deep inside. She looks so beautiful like this— eyes rolled back, skin flushed, and body open in submission.

As he pulls out and thrusts back in, he has to concentrate on not coming immediately inside of her. He leans down to suck on her nipples, biting and flicking each one until he eases back from the edge.

When she gives him an impatient groan, he sits back on his heels and picks up his pace, watching his cock disappear stroke by stroke, and lets himself get lost in the hot and wet of her body.

It’s not long— and almost embarrassingly so— that he’s back on the edge, feeling his orgasm build, and pounding harder into Annie, sighing, “So sweet, Omega, so pretty. Gonna come for me, darlin’? M’so close, Annie, m’so— god, fuck, I’m gonna come, Annie.”

“Yeah, Bucky, c’mon. Touch me, make me come on your cock, baby.”

The words almost send him over, and he reaches down, frantically, to thumb at her clit, desperate to have her come first.

When he starts feeling her clench around him, rhythmically milking his cock, he loses it— gasping into her skin and shaking as his orgasm rips through his body, thrusting deep and emptying himself inside of her.

“Hot damn, Jamie.”

Still breathing into each other’s mouths, trying to come down from their shared orgasms, both Annie and Bucky look over to see Peter watching them with hooded eyes, hand reaching back to absently fuck himself with the still inflated dildo.

Neither of them respond as Bucky pulls out, fascinated to watch his cum slowly leak out of her passage, and Peter continues to whine, “Why don’t I get that, Jamie? I wanna be fulla cum.”

Annie just laughs, rolling out from under him to snuggle with Peter. She reaches around his back and grabs the pump, releasing the knot, and he groans, shifting closer to her.

“Ready to go again, bunny?” she teases, running her fingers through his hair as he nods his head.

“Always, kitty.”

Bucky laughs, enamored by their nicknames, “Uh, small animals?”

Peter rolls over, pulling Bucky closer, “We use ‘em during scenes. They help us establish who’s in charge.”

“Oh god,” he sits up, and a thought occurs to him, “wait— what do you guys call Clint?”

Both Omegas give him a shit-eating grin, “Baby bird.”

“Holy shit.”

All three of them try to keep a straight face— and then fall apart laughing, holding onto each other as they giggle hysterically and try to breathe through it.

Bucky lays on his back, listening as his mates pull themselves together as laughter turns into labored breathing, the two Omegas succumbing again to Peter’s heat.

Well, Bucky thinks, can’t beat ‘em, might as well join ‘em.

---

Four days later, when all three of them are finally in heat together, all Bucky can feel is rolling waves of pain. There’s a distant memory of sharing this with his Ado-Pack in high school, but now he’s just thankful that neither of his packmates had tried to fuck him through it.

Because as sexy as it sounds— three Omegas, desperate for a knot, grinding on each other— Bucky curses their doctor again for forcing them to do this together. Without an Alpha.

It had taken until the end of the second day for Annie to enter her heat, and the beginning of the fourth for Bucky to start his. Peter is nearing the end, they think, but it’s hard to tell when the three of them are delirious for a knot, unable to think straight.

The last few days are torture. None of them are conscious enough to work the knotting dildo, so they pass most of the time tangled together, writhing around. Their few lucid moments are spent scrambling for water and food.

At one point someone tries to get through the barrier from the outside. Bucky doesn’t remember much after that, but knows that whoever it was got an earful of screaming profanities for their trouble.

Peter’s heat breaks on the fifth day, and Bucky barely notices him pulling them into the large, pack-sized bathtub, taking care to clean all three of them before returning to the nest. There’s another moment where Bucky feels himself being fucked and knotted. He comes so hard that he blacks out.

Their Omega feeds them and keeps them hydrated, and Annie’s heat thankfully ends the next afternoon.

For the last day, both Omegas hold Bucky close, keeping him filled and speaking sweet things into his ear. They read to him in the quiet moments, and Peter actually fucks him a few times, pumping a load of Omega cum deep inside him.

Five days after his heat started— nine days total in the nest— Bucky wakes up with a clear head, and the aching need for an Alpha knot has passed.

He looks around, sitting up fully in the nest, and groans at how sore his entire body is.

“Bucky? How are you feeling?”

Annie’s voice is raspy, and her and Peter are sitting towards the back of the nest, drinking applesauce packets. They are both naked, still, and Annie has her head on Peter’s chest. Bucky almost falls over— both of them are decorated, head to toe, in small bruises and bites. He looks down at himself and huffs, satisfied to see similar marks across his body.

“M’fine, Annie, fuck,” he voice sounds like gravel, and he smiles, thankful it’s over, “can we, shit,” he clears his throat, “are we done?”

Peter tosses him a bottle of water, and it feels like ice hitting his empty stomach when he drinks it.

“They know we’re done, just waiting on you, Jamie.” Peter explains, pulling out his phone, “Do you want me to—”

“Steve, please. I’m sorry, please, I need Steve.” He doesn’t care that he’s begging, the need to see his Alpha is suddenly overwhelming.

“Okay, here I’ll call him.”

Bucky jumps out of the nest, stumbling as his feet bear his weight for the first time in days, and unlocks the barriers, throwing open the locked steel doors, and running to throw open the windows. Damn, the fresh air is nice.

He hears Peter say something, but barely has time to register it when he hears footsteps running down the hallway, heading for the nest. He shuts the entrance, hiding Peter and Annie from sight, as Steve barrels into view.

“Alpha,” Bucky whimpers, opening his arms for his mate to hold him, and Steve doesn’t stop. He runs straight into Bucky’s arms, lifting the Omega, and hauling him back down the hallway towards their den.

Steve is growling, a prolonged rumble that immediately soothes Bucky’s anxious instincts.

Everything’s okay now. Alpha’s here.

The door is slammed shut. Bucky’s back hits the bed. He’s bracketed in by familiar arms— surrounded by fresh Coffee and cleansing Rain.

“What do you need, Buck.” it’s barely a question, and Bucky has no idea of the answer, so he just makes a confused noise.

At his whimper, Steve leans down to scent him, lightly ghosting his hands up and down Bucky’s trembling and bruised body. His Alpha licks down his chest, across his navel, and stops near his poorly chafed cock— and his growl deepens. Bucky’s breath picks up as Steve lifts his legs over his head and grunts, “Hold them.”

With a surge of strength, Bucky hooks his arms around his knees, holding himself open for the Alpha to inspect. In this position, he can only listen and feel as Steve starts to mouth at his opening, filling the room with obscene slurping noises as he coaxes every last drop out of Bucky’s abused hole.

“Alpha, what’re you, oh fuck, Alpha, please,”

After several torturous moments, Steve finally pulls off, face covered in a layer of combined Omega spend, and helps Bucky lower his legs back down.

“M’gonna clean you up, Buck. Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Bucky has to blink to keep himself awake as Steve picks him up again, this time moving into the bathroom and setting Bucky in the bathtub. The two of them settle together in the tub, and Steve pulls out his phone to make a few calls— first to Clint, making sure both of the other Omegas are safe and fed, and second to Tony, letting him know it’s fine for him to return to the house.

“You kicked ‘im out?” Bucky hums, wiggling closer to his Alpha in the warm bathwater.

Steve just holds him tight, “Didn’t want him reacting to Peter’s scent, s’all. He wanted to be here for you, Buck, but I didn’t want him around until Peter got to take a shower or something.”

“Damn, I bet it was agony for him not to be with Peter durin’ it. Did… was it him? Bangin’ on the barriers like that?”

“Uh,” Steve clears his throat, “no, that… that was me.”

“Shit, Stevie. You really wanted him that bad? I guess I wouldn’t know— you know Omegas aren’t really affected by that heat smell and stuff—”

“No, you jerk,” Steve interrupts, poking him in the side, “the barriers weren’t scent proof, ya know? It wasn’t bad until I smelled you— your fuckin’ perfect Chocolate and Orange scent. I went ballistic, Buck. My Alpha hasn’t been calm for days since you started your heat.”

“Stevie, fuck. All I wanted was your knot. Never been that desperate before— not even during my first one.”

“I know, Bucky, I know,” Steve soothes him, stroking up and down his legs and gently cupping his soft cock and balls, “wanna put you on my knot so bad, Omega.”

“M’so sore, Alpha,” he complains, still pushing back into his Alpha’s touch.

“Such a good Omega, Bucky. Perfect for me— just relax.”

The two of them rock gently together, exchanging slow kisses, until Steve slides into Bucky’s still stretched hole, filling him perfectly in one thrust. His Alpha is exceedingly tender— moving in a calming, rocking motion until Bucky can feel his knot swell in between them.

Bucky keens as Steve’s knot slips into him, stretching him even further and rubbing up against his over-sensitive prostate. Steve tries shushing him, but Bucky can’t help crying out as the Alpha’s knot blows wide, popping into place, and shooting deep into his belly.

It hurts— it hurts so bad— but Bucky relaxes into it, letting his head fall to the side to give Steve access to his bonding glands. He feels his body shake through a dry orgasm as his Alpha ruts up into his hole. His muscles clench to milk every drop from Steve’s cock and knot them together, one body.

They stay like that, locked and intimate, until the water runs cold. Steve is careful to pull out when the knot goes down, and rinses them off gently in the shower.

At some point he makes another call. When they leave the bathroom there’s a tray of sandwiches waiting next to the bed. His Alpha situates them on the bed before feeding Bucky by hand— alternating between sips of cold water and bites of the sandwich— until both of them are satisfied.

“How’re the other ‘megas?” Bucky asks, chugging the gatorade Steve handed him.

Steve shakes his head fondly, “You’re gonna choke, ya idiot. They’re fine; Clint helped get them showered and I think the four of them are taking a nap in the living room. Or up in their bedroom. Tony brought back food,” he waves at the sandwiches, “so they should be all taken care of.”

“Mmm, Stevie?”

“Yeah, Buck.”

“I can’t believe we have to do that again.”

The dumb Alpha laughs, pulling Bucky close, “Only one or two more, Buck, and then all of us spend it together.”

Bucky hums again, turning onto his side to let his mate snuggle up behind him. As they start to fall asleep together, warm and sated, Bucky whispers, “As long as I get you in the end, Stevie, it’ll all be worth it.”

---

Two weeks later, Annie and Clint are walking for graduation and Peter is finishing up the last of his exams. Their lease is over at the end of the week, so later this evening the whole pack will be driving into the city to help them move out of their apartment and into the pack-house permanently.

Bucky sits shotgun on the drive over— with Steve in the backseat and Tony behind the wheel, complaining the whole time about helicopters and professional moving services.

“It’s symbolic, Tony,” Steve says, for the fifth time.

“Then let’s buy them a fucking bottle of champagne. Why are we doing work that I could just hire someone else to do? You know I’m good for it.”

“Shut up, Tony,” Bucky groans, “We’ve already compromised— we take the smaller boxes, movers take the big stuff.”

Tony grumbles, “We shouldn’t have to move anything.”

At this, Steve grabs his shoulder, startling Tony into swerving the car and barely missing a nearby minivan, “What the hell, Steve—”

“You are going to shut it about this, Beta—”

“Or what?” Tony challenges, eyes glued on Steve in the rearview mirror.

Steve holds up his phone, Peter’s contact pulled up and thumb dangerously close to the call button, “You know I’ll do it.”

“Aw, Steve. Cap. Alpha— you know I’m just joking around,”

“Then stop it, Tony,” Bucky adds, “it’s been a rough semester for him already. He doesn’t need your bullshit on top of it.”

GuiltyBeta scent floods the car, and Bucky almost chokes on it. Steve puts a hand on both of their shoulders, giving them each a comforting squeeze, “Hey, everything’s okay. I know all of our emotions are runnin’ wild without suppressants, and it’s gonna be good for us to all move in together before the second heat hits, okay? Just chill out and enjoy the day.”

There’s a heavy silence after Steve sits back in his seat, and Bucky makes a point to roll his window down, clearing out the last of Tony’s scent and making sure neither of his packmates scent SadOmega from him. The last thing either of them need is a Bucky pity party today.

For all the complaining beforehand, moving day actually goes off without a hitch. Tony’s mood brightens significantly when he gets to see his sweet mate, and Bucky makes a point to hang out with Annie and Clint for the most part— avoiding Steve and Tony while they move boxes and blankets out to the waiting truck.

What he didn’t count on, though, was Clint ambushing him in the stairwell.

“Hey, man,” Bucky mutters, trying to squeeze past Clint on the way back up the stairs, but Clint just moves to stand in his way. He tries to laugh it off and move the other direction, but Clint blocks him there too. “What the hell, Barton.”

“You’ve been pissy all day. What’s going on?”

“Nothin’,” he growls, “just movin’ boxes.”

Clint grabs him by the shoulder, pushing him up against the wall and leaning into his space, “What, Barnes? Need someone to take you down? Put you in your place?”

The look in Clint’s eyes says he’s serious, and Bucky slumps in his hold, defeated, “No, I— I’m sorry Clint.”

“Don’t do that, Bucky.” Clint backs off, holding him by the shoulder, “you nervous about move-in? Jealous of the other Omegas?”

“Stop—”

“Don’t tell me— you hate me, don’t you?”

Bucky’s laughing now, pushing Clint away, “Stop it, Clint, it’s none of that,” he let’s the taller Beta pull him in for a hug, snuggling into his warmth and tucking securely under his chin. Clint holds him like this for a few minutes until he finally whispers, “I think I’ve been feelin’ kinda replaceable in our pack, especially since our heat together.”

Clint leans back, searching his eyes, “Why, though? I know Steve was crazy to get to you the whole time. He’s your soulmate.”

Feeling tears prick his eyes, Bucky tries to look away.

“Why, babe?” Clint turns his face back and wipes at a tear with his thumb.

“... I can’t, Clint. Not here.”

Maybe Clint can see the struggle in his eyes, or maybe he’s just a stubborn ass, but he doesn’t listen to Bucky’s plea. He pushes closer, holding Bucky’s face tenderly in his hands, and drops a kiss on his forehead.

“Okay, Bucky, I’ll drop it until later. But you gotta know— you’re not replaceable in this pack. Damn, I already love you a ton, babe. No one in this pack would wanna bond without you, I swear it.”

“Clint—” Bucky whines, trying to stop his tears.

“Hey, don’t cry, baby, come ‘ere.”

He feels safer in his mate’s arms. Clint doesn’t judge him as he shakes apart, as he soaks his shirt, as he probably bruises his lower back. The Beta just holds him tight and strokes through his hair, letting him cry.

As the sobs die down, Bucky wipes his face on Clint’s shirt sleeve and tries to compose himself. What the hell, he thinks to himself. He’s so fuckin’ weak for breaking down like this, no wonder he’s in this position. He can almost see the pity in Clint’s gaze, and hates it.

“Bucky?”

All he can do is make an inquisitive humming noise.

“I think… you should talk to Steve and Tony about this. I know we’ve all been dating each other, and... I can tell it’s hurting you that they’ve been seeing you less because of it. Promise me that? Promise you’ll talk to them?”

“Y— yeah, Clint. I’ll do it.”

The kiss takes him by surprise, and it tastes like saltwater. He chases Clint’s lips, pulling on his hair, drinking him in. Clint pulls away with a gasp, and Bucky leans back against the wall, smiling to himself. The two of them trade a few more kisses until they’re both breathless and giddy with laughter.

They hear the stairwell door open and quickly grab the forgotten boxes, making their way back downstairs together.

When they approach the truck, all of their pack is waiting for them, arms crossed and expectant. Tony and Annie both trade a salacious look, calling out suggestive things, but Steve and Peter just look concerned and disappointed— a strange combination that both of them pull off rather well.

Clint pushes Bucky towards where Steve and Peter are standing and goes to join the others, giving him a last encouraging nod.

Bucky sees the moment where Steve’s expression changes to just concern. Before he can say anything, Bucky grabs his arm and murmurs, “Could we ride together, Stevie?”

Peter shifts awkwardly, “I can… go?”

“No, no— can it be the three of us?” Bucky suggests, looking into his Alpha’s eyes, and trying to communicate with him through his stare. It doesn’t seem to be working, because Steve just tilts his head in confusion.

“Sure, Buck. We’re all done here— I’ll have Tony pick up some dinner and we can head back home.”

As Steve goes to talk to the other three, Peter and Bucky both pile into the truck. They take the backseat— Peter wordlessly holding him close and playing with his hair. God, he loves this pretty Omega. They watch Steve walk back to the truck, sparing them a protective look as he jumps in the front seat and starts the engine.

They drive in silence for a few minutes before Peter nudges him, looking up expectantly into Bucky’s eyes.

“Alright, pushy Omega,” he teases, speaking a little louder for Steve to hear, “I, uh. Clint cornered me in the stairwell. Told me I was being pissy. I guess I didn’t notice it until now, but I’ve been feeling left out of the bonding stuff, especially since our heat together. Just feels like I’m less important, or something.”

“Oh, Jamie,” Peter laces their fingers together, kissing his hand.

“Is it... is it something I did, Buck?” Steve asks.

Bucky shakes his head, “No— I don’t know, Stevie. Everything you’ve done has been for the pack. And you were really great after my heat. It’s been like five weeks since I’ve been down, it could be that. It’s also been like a month since I’ve even talked to Tony.”

“Bucky, sweetheart—”

“I know it’s gonna get better when we bond. I know that. Right now is just hard, is all.”

“Can I,” Peter hesitates and looks down at their hands, “can I hold you, Jamie? Just until we’re home?”

“Yeah, darlin’, whatever you’d like.”

Peter shifts them around so that they’re laying half across the backseat, and wraps all of his limbs around Bucky, effectively stopping all of his movement. It feels nice to be held. It’s been awhile since he’s been held like this.

Steve looks like he’s trying to solve the issue in his head. He’s making a really cute, distressed face.

“Stevie?” he says, hearing Peter giggle slightly beneath him.

“... yeah?”

“Stevie, what are you thinking?”

A snort, “I can’t believe… Bucky, I can’t believe how much I’ve failed you.”

“Alpha.”

Steve's grip tightens on the steering wheel, “You’ve needed me, and I haven’t been there for you, Buck.”

“Yeah, but Alpha—”

“I’m just so sorry Bucky, I love you so much. I had no idea, and that makes me feel like absolute shit—”

“Steve! Alpha! Holy shit, would you shut up for like one second?” Bucky bursts, jerking forward a little bit in Peter’s hold until he can rest a hand on Steve’s arm, “that’s your issue, Stevie. You always think it’s on you, that it’s all about you. Heads up— it’s not. It’s about us. And, I hate to say it, sometimes you can’t fix everything.”

Peter rubs his back as he continues, “Do I need a scene? To submit? Probably— it’s been a long fucking minute. Do I need to sit down with Tony? Yeah. A hundred percent. Is this all related to you and something you’ve done? No. Absolutely not. So get over it, Steve, and just… help me out.”

There’s a long silence as Steve stares out at the road— most likely fighting his urge to pick a fight— until Bucky starts to smell AmusedHornyOmega coming from his smaller mate.

When he faces Peter, the Omega has a deep red blush coloring his cheeks that makes Bucky laugh, “Really?”

“I’m so sorry, Jamie. I know you so don’t want to swing dominant, but your tone is really doing it for me right now. I’m sorry,” he whines, burying his face in his hands.

Thankfully, the distraction has loosened Steve’s death grip on the steering wheel, and he lets out a dramatic sigh, “Bucky. You’re right. I’m sorry, I really am.”

“I know. I love you, Stevie. Can we just… can we scene sometime after I talk to Tony?”

Peter lets out an embarrassed squeak as Steve responds,

“Yeah, Bucky. I love you, too— God, I wish I could touch you.”

“Ahem,” Peter clears his throat, pulling back Bucky’s hands from where they’re wandering towards his Alpha, “I’m glad you can’t.”

Both of them laugh at the flustered Omega, exchanging a heated glance in the mirror. Suddenly, Bucky has an idea—

“Steve. Fuck, Stevie? Oh my god, I have an idea.”

“What is it, baby?”

“Can Peter scene with us?”

At the question, Peter gasps, hitting Bucky on the arm.

“James Barnes!” he squawks, “I will not scene with Tony until that Beta has officially proposed—”

“No, no— wait, Tony hasn’t proposed? Damn. No, I meant just the three of us. And maybe Clint.”

“Oh.”

Bucky sits back, content, as he watches the idea go through both of their minds. The more he thinks about it, the more he likes it. Steve and Peter are going to need to learn each other in the bedroom, and who better to guide the process than Bucky? Or one of Peter’s packmates?

“Steve already proposed. You and I are committed. What about it?”

“I’ll… I’ll consider it,” Peter stammers.

Steve just looks awkward in the mirror. He clears his throat before responding, “Let’s wait until after your next heat, okay? We can try it then.”

Both Omegas agree. It sounds like a plan Bucky can get on board with.

---

As it turns out, they don’t have to wait long.

Four days later, Bucky gets a call at work on his emergency line. From Tony.

“Tony? What is it? Aren’t you at work?”

“Bucky?” Tony sounds panicked, “Bucky, where are you? Peter just collapsed at work. He smells like fucking heaven, holy fuck.”

“Tony. Where are you right now?”

“My fucking building, James. I’m in my fucking building holding my— holy shit— my mate who’s unconscious and smells— Bucky. I need you—”

“Dammit,” Bucky curses, jumping up and grabbing his wallet, running to the door, “I’m on my way, Beta. Keep him safe, understand? I’m six blocks away and running, okay?”

All he hears is growling before the line disconnects, and he’s sprinting out into the city, the Stark tower in sight. His heart is pounding in his ears as he runs, each step taking him closer to his mates in distress.

As he tears into the tower, he runs through security yelling, “I’m Tony Stark’s mate, James Barnes,” and somehow gets immediate clearance, jumping in an elevator.

“Jarv, take me to Tony,” he says, barely registering the confirmation as the elevator shoots up towards the R&D floors.

He stumbles out as the elevator opens, and hustles down the hallway, trying to scent his packmates. After a third turn, he spots a crowd looking into a glass-enclosed space. That’s them.

“Clear out!” he commands, “this floor is now on heat lockdown, all staff should proceed to the nearest floor until further notice.”

The crowd moves quickly away from the glass, most of them giving Bucky a clear space as he approaches the lab. Peering inside, he sees both of his packmates curled together on the lounge sofa— thank god they’re both clothed.

“Jarvis, open up for me.”

“I’m afraid I can’t—“

“Override code for James Buchanan Barnes, 32557038.”

Without a word, the doors slide open with an audible hiss. He can hear whimpers and hushed reassurances coming from his packmates and decides to call Steve for backup.

“Bucky, this is the emergency number,” Steve answers, sounding irritated.

Best to cut to the chase, “Peter went into heat at work. Tony put the whole floor on lockdown. I’m here with them now, situation normal.”

“Okay, I need you to keep them lucid until I arrive. When I call you next, bring Peter out to the car. I will leave it running for you and drive home in Tony’s car, separately. Understood? I will call Clint and Annie as well.”

“Understood, Alpha.”

Steve hangs up, and Bucky is immediately approaching the pair, doing his best to project his scent and warn Tony of his approach.

“C’mon Tony, let me in. Two of your Omegas are here now, please protect us?”

Tony turns on him, expression close to feral, and growls low. Bucky stops moving forward and bares his throat, dropping his gaze and submitting to the Beta.

“Kneel, Omega,”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Bucky can’t help it. The words vibrate through him and he slides to the floor with a high pitched whine, spreading his legs in an obvious display for his displeased Beta.

Dammit, Bucky.

Stay up, you gotta stay up for Peter.

He lets Tony grip his neck, forcing him to bend forward, resting his chest against the couch and giving Tony easy access.

Tony hums in pleasure— of course he does— because even though it’s highly inappropriate, Bucky is not unaffected by his Beta’s dominance and arousal. He can feel the slick starting to leak out of him.

“Please, Beta.” He begs, unsure what he’s asking for at this point.

Ring, ring, ring.

His phone. Steve. “Alpha,” he chokes out, grasping for the phone before Tony can stop him.

“Alpha, help. Need help, Stevie.”

He can hear Steve yelling through the phone, Tony snarling at the muffled voice, and then the connection is lost. He expects Tony’s touch on his body— craves it at this point— but hears a deep rumble instead.

Alpha.

Tony stands up, guarding them from Steve’s view as the Alpha stalks closer. Both of them stare, unblinkingly, and puff out their chests, asserting dominance.

It’s Tony’s growl that does it. One moment he’s crouching over the Omegas, growling in warning, and the next Steve has him by the scruff, snarling—

“Stand down, Beta.”

Bucky has never heard his Alpha voice before. It has all three of them melting into small, submissive puddles at his feet. And Bucky’s pretty sure he just came, untouched.

Steve hauls him up by the armpits, searching his eyes, and obviously seeing an uncomprehending, submissive Omega in his arms. Steve offers his neck. The simple act of submission, especially after such a bold display of dominance, has Bucky reeling and biting down, hard, into his Alpha’s throat, desperate to swing dominant.

“Buck. Shit, Bucky are you okay?” Steve is asking him, and Bucky pulls away, wiping his mouth.

“I— I think so. Damn, Alpha.”

“Save it. Remember the plan— get Peter back to the house. I’ll deal with Tony.”

“And Clint?”

Steve pauses, shaking his head, “He’s with Annie, back at the house. Bucky— she’s in heat too.”

Speaking of, Bucky is currently lounging across the opposite end of their couch, feet resting in Steve’s lap, and openly laughing at Tony’s attempt to sooth his worried mate.

“Hush, Buck,” Steve pinches one of his feet, and gets a kick in return, “Tony’s cute with his mate.”

“You’re a lyin’ punk, Stevie. I know it’s freakin’ you out, jus’ like him.”

Steve shakes his head, firmly in denial, “I’m fine. Excited,” Bucky laughs at him, as he tries to convince his dumb Omega, “c’mon, you know I’ve been anxious to meet ‘im. Tonight is gonna be great.”

Across the room, Tony is still sweet talking his mate over the phone, and Bucky withdraws his feet, standing to walk past Steve into the kitchen.

He leans down, pushing into Steve’s space, and brushes his lips, delicately, over his ear,

“After you finish worrying, Alpha, maybe I can help with that anxiety.”

Bucky goes to walk away, but Steve’s hands shoot out, grabbing the smaller man and reeling him back in to sit across his lap. His growl earns an amused laugh from the Omega, but that’s not what Steve wants.

His left hand moves, gripping tight in Bucky’s hair and pulling his head back. He buries his teeth in the meat of his mate’s neck, biting down slightly in a warning, and he enjoys how it makes Bucky shiver.

“St- eeeeve—”

“— hush, Omega,” Steve pulls him close, grinding up into his ass to let Bucky feel where he’s hardening up, “you feelin’ needy, sweetheart? Tell me what you need, Buck.”

“N—no, Stevie, I just—”

He grips tighter, pulling back to look at his mate.

“Tell me, Omega.”

“Alpha… need you, Alpha.”

“Good boy,” he praises, and Bucky shakes again, opening and closing his lips in a silent plea. Steve tsks, a teasing sound he knows drives Bucky crazy, and slips two fingers from his right hand into the open mouth, pulling slightly on the hair still gripped in his left hand.

As Bucky moans and sucks eagerly, Steve calls out to Tony,

“Beta, are you almost done on the phone?”

Tony sighs, pacing away from them, “yeah, hold up, Alpha.”

Bucky squirms in his lap, and his small hands cling on to Steve’s shoulders, almost painfully.

“Beta,” Steve warns, “tell him we’ll see them later tonight, and hang up.”

The direct command gets Tony’s attention, finally, and he freezes when he takes in the scene on the couch. He says something in the phone, and hangs up— slowly putting the phone on the counter and walking carefully to where they are seated.

“Was that a command, Alpha?” he asks, stopping next to Steve’s shoulder and looking to the Alpha for permission to touch.

Steve ignores his question, instead pulling Bucky’s head back further and withdrawing his fingers, eliciting a small please from the Omega. With this silent permission, Tony’s hands move— one cupping Bucky’s jaw, and the other resting on top of Steve’s shoulder.

Bucky’s breath is picking up, and Steve knows he needs to get control over this scene before his mate floats away.

“I think he needs us, Beta. Whaddaya think— blue room?”

They ignore Bucky as he tries to nod his head, eyes closed and mouth moving wordlessly.

“Sounds good to me, Alpha. Such a greedy boy— gonna be good for us, Bucky?”

“Yes, y—yes, Beta, so good…”

“Look at me, baby,” Steve releases his hold on Bucky’s hair, instead shifting so he can look into dark, desperate eyes, “we have just enough time for a scene together. I’ll ask a couple questions, and I want stoplight answers from both of you. Do you understand, Omega?”

Wide eyes blink back at him, “G—green, Alpha.”

Steve doesn’t take his eyes off Bucky as he asks, “Beta?”

“Green, Alpha.”

He relaxes more, comforted by his mates’ easy submission to these rules, and leans forward to press a gentle kiss to Bucky’s slightly parted lips.

“Thank you, baby. Once we get into the blue room, Tony and I are gonna tie you up. He’s gonna blindfold you and keep you on edge, and then you’re gonna listen as I fuck him. After he comes, Tony will be in charge until you end up on my knot. Color?”

“Damn, Steve,” Tony breathes out, as Bucky continues his stream of begging and whining, before both of them agree,

“Green, Alpha.”

“Good boys,” he squeezes Tony’s hand and gives Bucky another kiss, “how do you feel about Tony being in charge?”

“Green, Alpha,” his boys chorus.

“And do you want my knot, Omega?”

“Yes, please, so green, Alpha.”

Steve turns to look at Tony, “I will check in throughout the scene, and you will check in on us once you take charge, understood?”

He gets a cheeky grin from his Beta, “Green, Steve.”

It’s been a learning experience between the two of them to work out the exchange of dominance during a scene, but Steve thinks it’s been well worth it. He loves planning scenes with Tony, and watching how beautifully Bucky submits to both of them. He knows the Beta is on board with his plan— and the use of his familiar name confirms Tony’s consent for the exchange. As they work together to move Bucky into the blue room, Steve smiles fondly at the Beta, and Tony leans over to give him a peck on the cheek.

He whispers before Tony moves back, “You good bottoming for me, Tony?”

Tony walks away from them to close the door, pulls a cushion over for Bucky to kneel on, and opens the fridge before answering, “Green, Alpha,” with a sly wink.

Steve rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the Omega in his arms, surprised to see Bucky grinning at him and definitely more aware than he thought.

Well. There’s definitely time to change that.

“Whatcha smilin’ at, baby?” he teases, grabbing Bucky’s wrists around his back.

Bucky shakes his head in denial, but is still looking up at Steve with so much adoration that his heart aches.

“Just happy, Alpha.”

Tony returns at that moment, signaling that the room is set up for the scene and aftercare. Steve takes a moment to breathe and look into Bucky’s eyes, searching for any hesitation, and steps back, satisfied.

“Kneel for me, Omega.”

Since the first time Bucky kneeled for him in middle school, Steve has never felt more at peace than when his sub, his Omega, gracefully drops to his knees in perfect submission. He hears Tony swear under his breath, and he has to agree. Nothing is quite as beautiful as his submissive.

He addresses Tony next, “Strip him, Beta,” the Beta nods and begins with his shirt. Once the t-shirt is tossed away, Steve gestures to the ropes and mutters star harness to get Tony moving.

As the Beta begins binding Bucky’s arms behind his back and ropes around his chest, Steve focuses back on his Omega.

Bucky’s eyes are wide and clear, and his lips are red from where he’s bitten them to keep quiet. Steve traces a finger down his face, admiring his features and the pretty flush, and stops underneath his chin. His thumb rests on Bucky’s lower lip, and pulls down slightly.

“It’s all yours, baby.”

Bucky leans forward as far as he can in Tony’s hold and sucks his thumb in, letting his eyes flutter closed as he hums and smiles around Steve’s finger.

Tony looks up, taking in the view, and moans, “Oh, Alpha, he’s so pretty. Look at those lips.”

“Hear that, Omega? What do you tell your Beta?”

Bucky pulls off with a pop.

“Thank you, Beta, please—”

Steve shuts him up with two fingers this time, working them underneath his tongue and tracing the lines of his teeth, the roof of his mouth. He works them into a rhythm— aware that the shallow thrusts of his fingers are a promise for something larger later on.

Tony is about halfway finished with the ties, so Steve pushes Bucky off his fingers, laughing at how he collapses back into Tony’s arms. Bucky is panting, eyes blown wide and foggy. Damn, his sub has such an oral fixation. He knew that his fingers— plus the ropes— would put him in subspace fast.

He always enjoys a challenge.

As Bucky tries to reorient himself, Steve pulls his own shirt off, tossing it away, and undoes his fly. Tony pauses to watch, and Steve makes eye contact with his Beta as he pulls himself out.

“Like whatcha see, Beta?” he teases, grabbing the base of his cock, and slapping it once, twice against his left hand, “wanna get on your knees for me, too?”

It’s an offer that Tony usually laughs off— uninterested in submitting to Steve in that way— so he’s surprised when Tony finishes the final knot and drops to his knees next to Bucky. He drags the Omega closer to where Steve’s standing, and licks his lips obscenely.

“Only if you promise to share, Alpha.”

Steve groans, and steps closer. He meets Tony halfways as his Beta places a soft kiss to the tip, ducking down and licking a teasing strip up his length. Bucky whines— eager to taste, but always such a good boy— and wouldn’t dare to take any without permission.

Tony sinks down, slowly, over the head and suckles lightly, refusing to take more into his mouth. He pulls off and does it again— barely applying stimulation as he winks and grins around his mouthful.

Steve has to refrain from fucking his frustration into Tony’s face, and pulls out.

He reaches forward to tangle his fingers into Tony’s hair, and sees the challenge in his Beta’s eyes. Do it goes unsaid, so Steve turns Tony’s face to the side, patting his cheek gently with the underside of his cock. Tony growls, and Steve releases him.

“Get undressed, Tony, and don’t fuck with me. If you can’t be a good boy, you won’t get rewards.”

Tony groans and reaches down to grip himself through his jeans, “Dammit, Alpha.” but stands up to follow his command regardless.

Ignoring the bratty dom, Steve looks down into Bucky’s eyes.

And wow.

He’s gone.

Usually the Omega would laugh at their banter— but like this, all he has is sweet, pliant submissive at his feet.

Bucky looks so hungry, and Steve can tell that he’s only making eye contact as a courtesy to Steve, because he’s so good.

He reaches both hands out to pull Bucky in close, and coos at the pained whimper from his Omega.

“Hungry, baby? Want me to fuck that pretty face?”

It’s barely a question he needs an answer for, letting the pleas of yes, please Alpha, oh my god please, yes wash over him as he slides into Bucky’s mouth.

“Fuck, baby, this mouth,” he praises, holding Bucky’s hair back and using it as a handle to fuck deeper.

It’s so hot. So wet. His cock hits the back of Bucky’s throat and he holds it there, waiting for a gag before pulling away. He lets Bucky breath before picking up his pace— careful to alternate between hitting his throat and the inside of his cheek as Bucky relaxes his jaw, getting used to the rhythm.

Bucky tries hard to take Steve deeper and deeper, but the Alpha knows it’s in vain. He chokes as Steve holds him in place after a particularly strong thrust, and Steve can’t help groaning in pleasure as he feels Bucky’s spit drip down over his balls.

Tears gather around his eyes, and Steve shushes Bucky as he wipes them away.

“So good, Buck. So pretty for me. Take my cock so well.”

He releases Bucky, letting the Omega fall back on his heels and heave to catch his breath as he checks on Tony— only slightly irritated to find the Beta lounging across the bed, totally bare, and slowly stroking his cock.

“Just enjoying the show,” Tony quips, gesturing to where Bucky is still recovering, “should I leave you two to finish, or…?”

The question is purposely unfinished, and Steve growls.

“Your mouth is gonna get you in trouble, Beta. Get over here and finish prepping him, alright?”

Tony just laughs and moves across the room to help Bucky to his feet, dragging him over to their favorite part of the blue room— the wall length, floor to ceiling mirror that faces their “kinky sex couch,” as Tony likes to call it. He’s so gentle as he strips Bucky’s sweatpants and underwear, giving him a few kisses before coaxing the Omega back to his knees in front of the couch, keeping his back to the mirror.

Steve drops his own pants as Tony grabs the blindfold, and he decides now is a good time to check in.

“We’re going to blindfold you, Omega. Color?”

He waits as Bucky concentrates on giving him an answer, “Green, Alpha.”

“Good boy,” he praises, nodding for Tony to tie it around the back of Bucky’s head. When the blindfold is in place, Steve checks in again, “everything dark, Omega?”

“Mm yes, Alpha. Please—"

“Hush. Tony’s gonna get you on edge and plug you up, baby, but you’re not gonna come. Then I’m gonna fuck 'im, and you’re going to stay quiet— do you understand?”

“Oh my god, yes Alpha.”

Tony chuckles and Steve can’t help but smile at the eagerness behind Bucky’s words.

“Such a good boy, Buck,” Steve turns to Tony, “work him open and keep him on edge, Beta— I’ll get you ready.”

“Yeah, Alpha,”

Tony moves to kneel behind Bucky, tossing the container of lube over to Steve as all three men end up on the padded floor. Steve watches as Tony pushes on Bucky’s shoulders, guiding him to rest his chest on the ground, presenting him in his bondage.

Steve hooks his chin over Tony’s shoulder, watching the Beta’s fingers run across smooth skin, spreading Bucky’s cheeks and thumbing at his tight hole. One of his hands reaches lower— pulling Bucky’s smaller package behind his thighs, giving his cock a few strokes, before nudging his legs closed to trap everything behind him.

“Fuck, Tony that’s pretty. Look at how hard he is, poor baby.”

The Beta continues petting their Omega, earning sweet moans and cries, until he can gather enough slick to push a finger inside. He starts working open the dripping hole, and Steve decides to start on his own task.

It’s always a fun challenge to work on Tony’s hole— dry and tight as it always is. Coating a few of his fingers with the slick, he keeps his view of Bucky over Tony’s shoulder, and reaches down with both hands. His left hand grips Tony around the base of his cock, earning him a groan as the Beta’s hips flex forward into Steve’s hand. As he strokes Tony, letting his mate fuck into his fist, he slides his right hand down and circles around his rim.

“Shit, Steve. C’mon, gimme more, Alpha,” Tony begs, and Steve mouths at his neck.

“Not sure if you deserve more, sweetheart. Maybe I’ll tie you up too, make you watch as I knot our Omega, hm?”

Tony wriggles in his hold, burying his fingers deeper into Bucky’s ass as the Omega cries out, and the Beta pushes back into Steve’s lap, “You’re mean tonight, Alpha. Let’s get your dick in my ass and see how you feel after.”

Steve pushes two digits into Tony, knocking him forward into Bucky, and pushes down against his prostate.

“Fuck, Steve—“

He ignores the cry and works to get Tony prepared as fast as he can. He can feel Tony clenching and unclenching, shaking with the effort of staying still and submitting as Steve holds him down, fucking him open with two, then three fingers.

After another moment, he twists his hand around as he withdraws, and brings his palm down flat, sharp, before standing to his feet.

The slap resonates, as well as Tony’s howl, and Steve expects it when the Beta jumps to his feet, face red and fists clenched.

“You absolute—“

“— mind your place, Beta,” he growls, pushing Tony out of his face, “get our Omega ready and sit on my lap. If you’re angry, ride me like you mean it.”

Tony glares for a moment longer before turning, picking up the vibrating plug and pressing it firmly into Bucky’s dripping hole. Steve sits on the couch, angling to get a good view in the mirror, as Bucky is settled in between his legs.

While Tony gets him kneeling on a pillow, Steve gives his Omega a deep kiss, pleased when Bucky sighs into his mouth and lets Steve take. Bucky is always so responsive when his senses are limited, and Steve feels his vision narrowing— the need to take control and command overwhelming him.

There’s a hand on his shoulder, and Steve pulls back. He leans back on the couch, relaxing as he drinks in the sight and scent of his sinfully gorgeous mates surrounding him, and offers a hand to Tony.

It’s only a second before Tony is settled and wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck, but that’s not what Steve wants.

“No, Beta,” he growls, and Tony hums in question, “turn.”

Understanding flashes over Tony’s face and he smirks, flipping around to give Steve a perfect view from behind.

He strokes himself twice, coating his length with remaining slick, before lining up with Tony’s entrance.

“Oh— oh, Alpha, shit you’re so big, fuck Steve—“ Tony babbles as he sits, inch by inch, on Steve’s cock, squeezing it tight as Steve grips his hips.

Steve forces himself to sit up taller, and yes.

This is why they built the blue room.

The view in the mirror is dizzying. Over Tony’s shoulder, he can see the long length of Bucky’s back, all the way down to the plug nestled in between his cheeks. He can see the way Tony’s cock, hard and leaking, drags across Bucky’s face as he rocks back and forth on Steve’s lap. And he can see Tony’s face— screwed up tight in pleasure— as his beautiful body works Steve’s cock like it’s his job.

Oh, his mates are stunning.

“Yeah Tony, take what you want, sweetheart. Look at me… no, baby— in the mirror. Yes, oh yes, Beta, so deep and hot,” Tony groans at Steve’s talk, and the Alpha moves a hand to tip his chin down,

“Look at ‘im, Beta. Look at how hungry, fuckin’ desperate, he is for your cock. Bucky, baby, stick out your tongue— oh, fuck—”

Like a good boy, Bucky does as he’s told. Each time Tony slams back into Steve’s lap, his cock slaps down on Bucky’s lips, face, tongue. And the Omega— he chases it, whining each time he can’t catch a whole mouthful.

“Perfect Omega, oh look at your mouth, fuck,” Tony pants out, speeding up and throwing his head back onto Steve’s shoulder, “Steve, Alpha— please. I’m gonna, holy shit I’m gonna come—“

“C’mon, Tony— do it,” he growls out, pistoning his hips harder as his cock slams deeper into Tony’s hole, and slaps Tony’s hand away as he reaches for himself.

“No, Beta. Just like this— look at him, Tony. Come on his face,” he sees Bucky open his mouth further, “beg for it, Omega. Tell ‘im how much you want it, baby.”

The dam breaks, and their Omega chokes on a long string of high pitched begging, “Oh hhh Beta, please I need it so bad, please, oh god, Beta come on me, pleaa ase—"

Tony’s rhythm falters and he tightens around Steve, digging his fingernails into his thighs, and howls.

His come erupts in waves, hitting Bucky across the mouth, face, and even his hair, dripping down to land on his chest. Steve reaches forward to wring the last of Tony’s orgasm out of him, shaking the last few drops onto Bucky’s tongue as the Omega eagerly swallows them down and whispers thank you, Beta.

Tony drops, boneless, back onto Steve’s lap, and inadvertently impales himself on Steve’s cock. Both of them groan— Tony from overstimulation and Steve from denial— until Steve rolls Tony off of him to lay on the couch.

After a moment of recovery, where Steve slips Bucky’s blindfold off his eyes and whispers praises to his sweet submissive, Tony finally rolls over and blinks back into awareness.

“Damn, Alpha. One day you’re gonna kill me on your dick, I swear.”

Steve smiles, but makes an aborted move to remind the Beta of the rest of their plans.

Tony nods, “Steve, untie him while I move the couch.”

“Yes, Beta.”

Steve gets behind Bucky and starts to untie the restraints, edging Bucky firmly with one of his hands until the Omega is shaking in his arms, panting for his release. He works Bucky up two more times, denying him at the last moment, before the restraints are off and Tony has the couch moved.

Tony stands in front of them, pulling Bucky to his feet and carefully massaging his arms as the submissive sways in between them. Tony is always so sweet with Bucky, and today is no different— he presses long, chaste kisses to his lips until the Omega is giggling, squirming in their arms.

Steve lets himself be led over to the couch while keeping a steadying hand on Bucky, and is mildly impressed with how Tony situated them. He turned it about thirty degrees counterclockwise, changing the angle so that when Tony bends Bucky over the arm of the couch and Steve kneels behind him, both Alpha and Omega are in full sight of each other.

“Oh, Beta— this is perfect, damn—” Steve swears, pulling the still vibrating plug out of his mate and running the head of his cock through the slick pouring out of Bucky.

Tony smiles, lifting Bucky’s face to look into his eyes, “Alright sweet boy, Stevie’s gonna knot you and let you come, okay? And you’re gonna keep me warm in your mouth, watching Alpha the whole time in the mirror. Color?”

Both of them sigh out, “Green, Beta,” before Tony instructs,

“Gimme a taste, Steve.”

Confused, Steve looks back to his Beta, “... a taste, Beta?”

Tony laughs, leering, “He looks so sweet, Rogers— wanna give me a taste?”

Oh.

“Oh.”

Steve dips down and licks from head to hole, gathering as much of Bucky’s slick as possible on his tongue, before leaning forward and shoving all of it into Tony’s mouth. He gets a surprised grunt, and then a moan as their tongues tangle together, the Beta sucking eagerly to taste as much as possible.

Tony then leans down, holding Bucky in place as he trades a similar kiss with the Omega. Steve hears a curse from Bucky, likely in response to tasting himself in Tony’s mouth, before the Beta pulls away.

Steve is achingly hard, but waits for permission to fuck his perfect Omega.

Tony gives it, “Fuck him, Alpha,” and Steve slams into Bucky, sighing in satisfaction.

He starts at an unforgiving pace, gripping tight onto Bucky’s hips and pulling the Omega back to meet each thrust as he watches Tony slips his soft cock into Bucky’s waiting mouth.

“Watch, Alpha.” and Steve’s head shoots up— first to Tony, and then to the mirror— watching Bucky’s face as he holds Tony around the waist and takes him deep, keeps him warm. Steve feels his knot starting to expand as he drives deeper and deeper into his mate, and almost explodes on the spot when Bucky locks eyes with him.

Apparently this is too much for Bucky. His grip tightens on Tony’s waist, and the Beta looks down in alarm, and then in amusement as he sees the desperate look in Bucky’s eyes. He pulls out of Bucky’s mouth and shoves his shoulders, causing Bucky to sit up tall and then sink further onto Steve’s cock. Steve holds both of his arms back to keep him in place.

Bucky yelps, and cries out, “— Beta, please, ‘m gonna come— I can’t, please please, oh my god,”

Tony reaches out, grabs his nipples, and twists.

“Come for me, Omega.”

Steve focuses on pounding into Bucky’s prostate as he seizes up, sobbing loudly, and comes apart in one long tremor.

It’s too much. Steve thrusts in until he feels his knot catch, and sinks his teeth into Bucky’s shoulder as his orgasm sweeps through him. He’s distantly aware of the way his Omega’s hole spasms wildly, milking every drop, as he spills deep into his mate.

As they come down together, he realizes how much he adores holding his Omega close, kissing around his neck and breathing in their combined scents. His arms are wrapped around his Omega’s body, safe, and he feels Tony move them, laying horizontal across the couch. He takes care to feed them sips of water and cover them both with a blanket as they both drift off together.

For a few moments, Tony leaves the room, and Bucky snuggles closer instinctually. Both of them usually need a good amount of time to come up after a scene, so he enjoys the high he feels protecting and caring for his Omega.

Steve.

He’s so in love with his mates. He continues whispering sweet things to the perfect Omega in his arms—

“Steve.”

What?

“Hey, Steve, I’m so sorry but you have to come back up.”

“... Tony?”

“Yeah, Steve. Look at me, and eat this— we need to talk.”

Steve looks up and sees Tony kneeling, fully dressed, in front of them. He’s holding out a small plate that Steve knows contains their favorite post scene snacks.

He pulls Bucky up and into his lap, wrapping an arm around his waist to steady them as Tony helps him eat through the plate. Afterwards, he drinks a full bottle of water and Tony talks while they wait for Steve’s knot to go down.

“So, we’ve got a bit of a situation,” he starts, passing over another bottle of water, “Clint is here.”

Steve’s glad he has an Omega on his lap, or he would have fallen off the couch,

“What time is it?” he asks urgently.

“No, it’s… it’s only five, and they aren’t supposed to be here until seven, I know.”

“Okay, so what’s wrong?”

Tony looks sheepish, “He wants to talk to you—” a pause, “— alone.”

Steve looks down to where Bucky is still firmly seated in his lap and raises an eyebrow.

“I know,” Tony shakes his head, upset, “I told him you guys are knotted together—”

“— Tony, no—”

“— and he said he’s not in a rush. So bring Bucky up enough to get him settled with me, take a shower, and then go talk to him, okay? I’ll go sit with him until then— we get along, it should be fine.”

Steve nods along and watches as Tony runs from the room again. Shit. He is totally unprepared to see Clint right now.

One thing at a time.

“Bucky, baby. Sweetheart. Pretty Omega, it’s time to come up now,” he drawls, squeezing Bucky’s arms and hands to help him reorient himself.

“... S’eve? Wha’s happin’n?”

“Shh Buck, it’s okay. Just need you with me now. My knot's going down, and then you and Tony are gonna snuggle together. You hear me, baby?”

“Mmm, yes Alpha... love Tony s’much,” he’s still slurring, but when Steve looks into the mirror at their reflection, he’s met with clear blue eyes, blinking back into consciousness.

“Thank you, Bucky, love you so much.” he’s careful not to praise too heavily— Bucky needs to come back into his head, and too much praise will push him back into subspace.

Both of them gasp as Steve’s knot suddenly releases, his soft cock slipping from Bucky’s body along with a steady stream of their combined release.

He hears Bucky mumble something, and he turns the Omega to find him smiling.

“What was that, Buck?”

“Don’t I look sweet, Rogers? Wanna gimme a taste?” and Bucky loses it, throwing his head back and letting his body shake with laughter. Steve can’t help but chuckle along, leaning forward to press their lips together and swallow the sweet sounds coming out of his mate.

Bucky grabs his arms, and Steve murmurs, “I don’t think that’s really what you want, jerk,” as Bucky tries to kiss him again. Instead, Steve pulls away and grabs for the wipes, grinning at the disgusted face he gets in return.

He takes the utmost care in cleaning up the come on Bucky’s face, chest, stomach, around his groin and dripping out of his ass. There’s even some in between his toes. It always makes Bucky blush to be so intimately cared for, but for Steve, it’s his absolute favorite part of their aftercare.

As much as he loves getting his mate dirty, he’s obsessed with being the one to clean him up again.

He lifts Bucky from the couch and tucks him in the bed, pressing the call button on the side table to get Tony back in the room before he leaves Bucky’s side. With how often Bucky’s been dropping, he doesn’t want to take the risk of leaving him alone.

There’s a soft knock at the door, and Tony enters before Steve can say anything— coming right to the bed and removing layers, before climbing in to spoon Bucky from behind.

“Go on, Steve. I’ve got him.”

Steve leans forward, kissing both of his mates, before taking off for the ensuite shower.

He’s gonna need a clear head for this conversation.

---

Tony’s cleaning up their scene when he hears a knock on the door.

He looks down and swears. Neither of his mates are even close to up, and he feels horrible leaving them.

There’s a second knock, and Tony decides to see who it is before finishing with his Alpha and Omega. He pulls the blanket tight around the pair, and yanks on sweatpants and a nearby shirt before heading out of the room and to the front door.

He absently notes that he’s in Steve’s clothes. Perfect.

“Now’s not the time—” he starts, whipping open the front door, and goes still at the visitor in front of him.

“Wow, considering the horny-pack smell, I guess you’re right,” Clint Barton flashes a cocky smile, and holds out flowers and a six pack of beer, “I come in peace.”

Tony looks behind him, around the front yard, before staring at Clint in confusion,

“You’re early.”

Clint laughs, but Tony can see him fidget— nervous. Huh.

“Yeah, I know. I’m— can I come in? This shouldn’t take long.”

Tony shakes his head and crosses his arms, “I’ve got a pack to care for right now, Clint. If you’re just here to smooze my Omega—”

“I want to talk to Steve.”

Clint lowers his eyes, and Tony realizes he’s close to tears. He can relate. This younger Beta is almost as good at hiding his emotions as Tony is himself, and whatever he’s come here for is heavy enough to break through his carefully constructed walls.

He sighs, “Why? What do you need from my Alpha?”

“Nothing. I just— Peter was supposed to tell you, but I need to meet him before I let… before my pack—”

Ah, Tony understands, he’s scared.

Of course, with the conversation they had earlier and a break for their scene, Peter had not mentioned Clint’s visit. But Tony softens, regardless, and moves aside to let Clint come in. He takes the flowers and lets Clint carry the beer as they walk down the front hall and into the main living room.

Tony points for Clint to take a seat, and searches the kitchen for a vase. The flowers are purple, all purple. Delicate lavender roses, and two other, smaller blossoms that Tony doesn’t recognize. One of them looks like lavender, but the petals remind him more of lilies.

As he drops them in a vase and adds water, he asks, “What, uh, types are these?”

Clint jumps back up and walks around the counter, pushing slightly into Tony’s space.

He touches the smaller, violet flowers—

“Iris, for hope.”

Next, the taller clusters—

“Hyacinth, for regret and sorrow.”

Lastly, he strokes the roses and takes one out, handing it to Tony—

“Lavender roses, for love at first sight.”

Damn.

This Beta has game.

Tony takes the rose without hesitation, breathing it in deeply. He uses their height difference to peer up at the taller Beta through the petals and through his lashes, fluttering them a few times, and watches as Clint’s eyes widen in shock. Tony puts the flower back into the vase and steps in closer, using the counter as leverage to stand up on his toes.

He croons into Clint’s ear, “Get comfortable, hot shot. I’ll go get my Alpha for you.”

Without waiting for an answer, he swivels back and struts out of the room, residual hot spice lingering as he leaves.

Pushing back into the blue room, he almost swoons at the sight of his Alpha and Omega still sweetly intertwined on the couch. Bucky is completely out— mouthing lightly at Steve’s thumb, which, fuckin’ cute— and Steve has his eyes shut, whispering and kissing reassurances into the back of Bucky’s neck.

It pains him to wake them up, but he has to get his Alpha moving.

“Steve,” he calls, rounding the couch and crouching in front of them.

No movement, only a continued stream of unintelligible mush.

“Steve.” he tries raising his voice, hopeful when a hazy blue eye cracks open.

“Hey, Steve, I’m so sorry but you have to come back up.”

“... Tony?” his Alpha looks so adorably confused, and he tries to keep his voice calm and demanding. He reaches over to pick up a few of the snacks he had set out earlier, thankful that most of them are still cold, and chooses to try and feed him the cheese cubes first.

“Yeah, Steve. Look at me,” okay, a small reaction this time, “and eat this— we need to talk.”

He finally gets eye contact, probably due to his tone. Steve visibly reorients himself— shaking his head, squinting to focus on Tony, and then trying to sit up.

There’s a moment where Tony can tell he forgot about his dick firmly knotted into their Omega’s ass, and both men end up groaning when Steve moves too fast. Tony puts the cheese down and reaches to steady them, settling Bucky into Steve’s lap and rewrapping him in their blanket, before handing the plate to Steve as he makes grabby-hands at Tony.

Each piece Steve eats brings him into further awareness. After a half dozen are consumed, Tony wordlessly trades the cheese for Ritz crackers and carrots. His Alpha is such a dope— but, Tony has to admit, his one of the most gorgeous men on the planet.

He hands Steve a bottle of water which the Alpha drinks in one long pull, licking his lips and shifting Bucky so that the sleeping Omega is nestled into his shoulder, under his chin.

“So, we’ve got a bit of a situation,” Tony starts,

Steve’s head shoots up, staring into his eyes as Tony tries to pass him another bottle as a peace offering,

“Clint is here.”

He’s glad the bottle of water is unopened, or Bucky might have gotten a rude awakening as Steve flinches, whipping around to look at the door, grabbing wildly for his phone, and then steadying Bucky when the smaller man whimpers at his sudden movement.

“What time is it?”

Tony checks his phone quickly, “No, it’s… it’s only five,” he tries to grab Steve’s arm to calm him down, “they aren’t supposed to be here until seven, I know.”

“Okay, so what’s wrong?”

Tony definitely didn’t mean to freak his Alpha out, especially since Clint looked terrified to come over so early. Best to just give Steve the information and let him figure it out.

“He wants to talk to you—”

A confused and expectant look from Steve.

“— alone. I know— I told him you guys are knotted together—”

“— Tony, no—” Steve tries to interrupt him, but Tony has to take some control back,

“— and he said he’s not in a rush. So bring Bucky up enough to get him settled with me, take a shower, and then go talk to him, okay? I’ll go sit with him until then. We get along, it should be fine.”

Before Steve can protest his plan, he dumps the rest of the food onto the table and jogs back out of the room, hoping that Steve will use the buzzer when he needs Tony to come and take over.

Sliding into the kitchen, he sees Clint rifling through their bookcase and drinking a sparkling water. He doesn’t even seem ashamed to be caught, and continues his leisurely search.

“You guys have a ton of like, war memoirs and shit.”

“... yeah, both of my mates served. Hence—” he gestures generally at both the bookcase and the panel of medals hanging nearby.

Clint walks over to the display and looks vaguely impressed, “Damn.”

“I would say help yourself to a drink, but I see you’ve done that already.”

“Yeah, well, your spicy water is shit, Tony.”

A shocked laugh bursts out of him, “Good thing I don’t drink it then. I buy those for Bucky—”

“— really? I’m shocked he drinks something with so little sugar.”

Tony shrugs, making his way over to the coffee maker to start a pot for them later, “I think drinking them makes him feel fancy, or something,” he flips on the machine and turns back to Clint, “also— spicy water?”

Clint looks so smug as he walks away from the bookcase and back towards the kitchen, taking a seat at one of the bar stools.

“That’s what Peter calls it.”

Ohh, noo. A small pained noise comes from inside Tony’s soul as he grabs at his heart, swooning from the utter cuteness of his mate— his adorable, tiny, breathtakingly sweet Omega that calls bubbly water spicy—

Clint, the bastard, is laughing at him, still sipping the offending drink as Tony tries to keep himself from crying at the mention of his boyfriend, the cutest man to ever walk the earth.

He points an accusing finger at Clint, “You hush. I know you think it’s adorable, too. I can’t help it that I’m in lo—” woops, nope, wait, “—over my head with this perfection of a human being.”

Of course Clint heard his mistake, and scoots closer to Tony, a shit-eating grin blooming over his face, “You’re in what, Tony?”

“Nope, not yet. I didn’t say it, therefore, I will not admit to it, okay? And you— you didn’t hear anything, got it?”

The dumb Beta is laughing again and Tony decides to ignore him, grabbing a mug and filling it up with the freshly brewed coffee. He slides the cup over to Clint with a pleading look, and sees the Beta’s expression soften.

He grabs the coffee with a pat to Tony’s hand, “Hey, hey, don’t do that. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Tony stares at him for another moment, watching him for any trace of joking, before a sharp buzzer startles both of them.

“You expecting someone else?” Clint asks, looking towards the front door.

Tony’s already moving back to the blue room, “No, that’s Steve. He’ll be out in a second, okay? Just sit tight,” and runs back down the hall, leaving Clint in the kitchen.

He knocks on the door, giving Steve a warning, before walking in, gently closing the door behind himself.

His mates are separated, thank god, and have moved to the bed. Bucky is dozing underneath layers of blankets that Steve has piled on top of him, and Steve is sitting, still completely bare, on the bed and stroking his hair. He barely gives Tony a glance— so Tony strips out of the sweats and t-shirt, walking around the bed to slide in behind Bucky.

“Go on, Steve. I’ve got him.”

He wraps his arms around Bucky’s waist and holds him close, closing his eyes to the feeling of his Omega, naked and sated, warm in his arms as he barely registers Steve kissing his hair and leaving the room.

“... Tones, ‘s that you?” Bucky sounds so sleepy and soft, and Tony nuzzles in closer, inhaling his HappyContentSleepyOmega scent like the sweetest drug.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You comin’ up?” he trails his fingers down Bucky’s left side, reaching lower to cup him securely between his legs, holding the soft Omega cock and balls in one hand.

He gets a small noise in response and can’t help pulling him closer, tangling their legs together and humming into Bucky’s neck.

They stay like that for a few moments— Tony listening to their synchronized breathing and Bucky’s resting heartbeat— until a low rumbling starts beneath his hands, building in intensity, and causing Tony to close his eyes in satisfaction as he’s slowly surrounded by Bucky’s purr.

On instinct, he holds Bucky tighter, squeezing between his legs, and sinks his teeth into his Omega’s neck.

“So good for me, Bucky. Damn, I love you so much.”

Something about his praise and confession must resonate deeply with his Omega, because Bucky starts to tremble and arch back into Tony’s hold. Tony shifts, feeling Bucky firm up in his hand, but knows they shouldn’t do this so soon after a scene, while Bucky is fighting sleep and subspace.

Tony gives him one last squeeze before releasing his hold, turning Bucky on his back, and resting his head on his hand to peer down at his mate. Bucky’s face is still relaxed, eyes closed.

“Bucky, I’m gonna move you, okay?” Tony says, looking for any discomfort.

Finding none, Tony stands up, making his way to Bucky’s side of the bed. He throws the blankets off and scoops him up into a princess carry, letting Bucky curl into his chest before heading for the door.

He checks the hallway, just in case, and hurries them both to the master bedroom. Tony can hear muted voices from the living room, but knowing his Alpha, it may be another hour or so before they finish their conversation. Bucky is still purring into his chest as he makes his way across their den, and he grabs a fresh bottle of water.

Settling them into the den, Tony closes the curtains and sits up against the headboard. He pulls Bucky to rest in between his legs with their chests pressed together, content to take his weight as the Omega continues to purr.

Tony spends a while scent-marking his mate and checking for injuries. Especially around his shoulders— he makes sure to massage out any tightness remaining from the ropes earlier, scratching through his scalp and making a note to suggest Bucky grow his hair long. He loves the way the auburn curls tangle in his fingers. He knows that Steve loves tugging on them too.

For a moment, Tony thinks Bucky might be coming back up. The purring stops and he starts to wiggle, making small grunting noises. His face scrunches up and scent starts to fill with Confusion and Distress, so Tony shushes him quietly, rocking them back and forth while whispering mindless praises until he settles down again.

Sometime later— maybe a half hour, maybe longer— Tony’s jostled awake.

He immediately tightens his hold on his mate, turning them away from the threat. When he finds the source he relaxes. Steve is hovering next to them, grinning in amusement and laughing at Tony’s overreaction.

Bucky smiles up at him as well, “Strong Beta,” he teases, and Tony growls playfully, rolling them away from Steve so that he can sit on top of Bucky’s hips.

“Damn straight.”

He leans down, stealing a kiss as Steve groans and starts tugging on his arm,

“Not now, Tony. We’ve got thirty minutes to talk before our guests come over, and we need to be focused.”

He exchanges a look with Bucky before jumping off the bed, catching his briefs as Steve tosses them over. God, he smells. He checks the clock on the nightstand and hurries up.

“Steve, I don’t know if we even have time to talk, and I definitely need a shower. Are we gonna cook? What on earth should we be wearing—”

“Hush, Tony,” Steve stops his spiraling, sorting through their drawers to pick out clothes for the evening, “it’s not even six yet, and they’ll be here in an hour. I’m going to put dinner in the oven— it’s already preheated— and you two will shower. Separately,” he gives them both a stern look, “and then we’ll spend some time in Bucky’s nest until our guests get here.”

Tony nods, already walking over to grab the clothes Steve laid out for him.

“I’ll… I’ll use the shower in the blue room,” he drops a quick peck on Bucky’s cheek and accepts one from Steve before taking off down the hall.

---

Within twenty minutes they are all dressed, Steve’s mystery meal is cooking in the oven, and Bucky is crawling into his nest— inviting them inside with a bottle of wine and expensive truffles.

“I’m gonna set an alarm, Stevie, so get talkin’. What did Clint say?” Bucky reclines back, adjusting the blankets and cushions around them, and opens up the bottle of wine, drinking from the top until Steve gasps and takes it from him.

“You’re literally a child, Bucky. Grab a glass,” Steve helps pass out and pour glasses for all of them and starts to explain, “You both know that Clint has issues with Dominant Alphas, and that’s why he dropped during your first date, right?”

Both of them nod— Peter had explained it briefly to them on their second date together.

“Well… apparently he told Peter he wants to give me a chance. He explained some of his past to me, and gave me permission to tell you both.”

They recline back and open up the truffles— sipping on pink wine because, well, Bucky.

“He grew up in an intimate pack with a Dominant Alpha and Submissive Omega. His parents were both Betas in the pack, and there were four mates total. He thinks there was resentment against his parents because the pack Alpha and Omega couldn’t pup, but his mom and dad had two. His dad died when he was a kid, and he was bullied— hit and abused by his Alpha— all the way until he presented Versatile in sixth grade. At that point his Alpha tried to dominate and almost— damn, almost knotted him. He hadn’t even fully presented yet, and his fucking Alpha tried to mate him.”

Steve looks visibly sick, and Tony feels the same. Bucky makes a distressed noise and curls up closer to both of them, “Fuck, Stevie— what the hell.”

“I know, I know— I didn’t. I had no idea what to say. Apparently his mom and their pack Omega saved him just in time and brought him over to a family friend. None of his family is alive now, besides his brother, because his pack was bonded together and died when his Alpha did— drunk in a car accident.”

The silence is heavy, and Tony feels shocked. Not only did this dick-wad Alpha terrorize and hurt Clint, but he’s also the reason Clint lost his whole family. Damn. No wonder he was so hurt to find out about Steve so many weeks ago. It was probably a major slap in the face by his pack, who he thought he could trust.

“Stevie,” Bucky is wiping away tears, and looking devastated as he gets their Alpha’s attention, “is he— why did he tell you all of that?”

Steve pulls him closer, nosing through his hair, “He said he trusts Peter and wants to get to know me, because he knows Peter is going to end up with us… and he wants to end up with Peter.”

“Oh,”

“And you,” Steve cracks a smile, messing up Bucky’s hair and nudging Tony with a foot, “he said you’re a good kisser, Buck.”

“Hey!”

“You should have seen them, Alpha,” Tony says with a fake serious tone that has Bucky sputtering, “Peter had to scruff them, otherwise they would have turned the whole room into an orgy.”

Steve is laughing, and Bucky pushes him away, pouting, “You say that like you wouldn’t enjoy it.”

“Okay, okay,” their Alpha puts a stop to it before they have an opportunity to digress further, “come on, guys. Let’s figure out what to do about tonight.”

“Tonight?” Tony asks, “is he not coming now?”

“No, he— he is, I just don’t know if I should sit this one out.”

Bucky smacks him on the arm, “You’re such an idiot, Stevie.”

Tony nods in agreement, “Did he say he doesn’t want you there?”

“No, but—”

“Then what’s the issue?” Bucky sits up taller, giving Steve another push, “it sounds like Clint wants to give you a shot. The worst thing you could do is not show up for him tonight.”

“Bucky’s right,” Tony adds, “and we’re gonna be there to protect both of you, okay? Trust us?”

Steve looks down into his hands, picking at his nails and refusing to acknowledge them.

Bucky gives Tony a nudge.

Moving their wine to the side, Tony kicks his leg over Steve’s knees, settling firmly on his lap. His Alpha whips his head up, surprised, and grabs Tony’s hips. His arms come to rest around Steve’s neck, reminiscent of their position from earlier, and he scratches lightly at the short hair at the nape of his neck.

“Steve,” he starts, watching as Bucky shuffles closer and rests his head on Steve’s shoulder, “you are so strong, Alpha. You protect us and provide for us so well. But that’s not why we love you,” he jabs Steve’s chest, “we love you for your kindness, for your thoughtfulness. Steve— you are important to us because you are the best man we know. Just… give him a shot to love you too.”

There are tears in Steve’s eyes as he pulls Tony in for a hug, “Damn Tony, I love you so much, my Beta.”

“GROUP HUG,” Bucky hollers, and tackles them both to the ground, cackling wildly.

“Bucky, dammit!”

“Fuckin’ wild Omega—”

Riiiiiinng

The alarm chimes, just in time to break up their puppy pile. Tony smirks and pushes his mates off of him. He grabs the wine glasses and pops a truffle into his mouth, throwing back the rest of his drink, before crawling out of Bucky’s nest.

“Hey, Tony,” Steve’s voice calls, and Tony turns around to see his Alpha joining him on the walk to the kitchen.

“Yeah, Steve?”

Steve grabs his free hand and kisses his finger tips,

“Thank you, my Beta.”

“You deserve unconditional love, my Alpha. It’s never a hardship for us to give it to you.”

“I thought Stevie and I were bad— you guys are big ‘ol saps,” Bucky butts in, pushing past them and turning the lights out.

“C’mon idiots, I’m hungry.”

“Nothing, Tony. He’s safe in the nest with Bucky and Annie. I need you to calm down and tell me what happened.”

Safe, thank god. Tony releases a short breath, relaxing into his restraints.

“I’m not… I’m not sure what happened. I was eating lunch with Peter, and then he smelled anxious. I tried to clear the room, but then he needed protecting and I— damn, did I hurt someone? I went feral, didn’t I?”

Steve shifts, walking closer, “No, no one was hurt. Bucky thinks you did go feral. Tony— you tried to mate him in the R&D lab.”

“Peter?” Tony screeches, horrified.

“No, you idiot— Bucky.” Steve rolls his eyes and sits on the end of the bed, “you almost mounted Bucky at work. You called him, he came to help you, and you made him submit.”

“Shit. I don’t remember any of that.”

“I didn’t think you would. Now,” Steve stands back up, holding his hands up in a gesture of peace, “can I untie you? Or are you going to cause trouble?”

Tony grumbles a bit, resentful of Steve for assuming he’s going to do something stupid. He eventually nods, though— resigned to suffering through his Omega’s heat, unable to see that Peter is okay.

Steve works through the bonds, quickly loosening the intricate knots and freeing Tony. “This is the least sexy way you’ve ever tied me up, Rogers,” he grunts, jumping off the bed.

He just gets a scoff in return. Steve leads the way out of the red room and down the hall, back to the living room where Clint is pacing back and forth between the kitchen, barely acknowledging them as they enter. Tony pulls out a few glasses, pouring each of them a finger of scotch, before perching himself on a barstool.

All three of them down their drink in one swig.

It’s uncomfortably quiet as Tony pours another one. Each of them nervously moving around, lost in their thoughts. And, of course, there’s the residual tension with Clint.

Tony can’t stand it anymore.

“Steve?” he wonders out loud, sipping on his drink casually.

“What, Beta?”

“We should kneel for you.”

Both of the other men set their glasses down, hard, and stare at Tony as if he just grew another head.

Clint coughs, “What the hell did you just say—“

“No, I’m serious. We’re all anxious and upset. Out of control. I’m feeling jittery— I think we should kneel for our Alpha. Maybe you can restrain us, or feed us. We need to establish trust, anyways.” he finishes off, looking pointedly towards Clint.

Steve stares at him for a long moment, and Tony returns it. Challenging. Tony’s mouth slowly ticks up into a mischievous grin, chin tilting back to expose his throat in submission.

Clint looks terrified, caught in between his two dominant mates, and does the right thing by staying silent.

Finally, Steve cracks, “Okay fine. But—" he interjects before Tony can celebrate, “I need to set ground rules. Neither of you are going to go fully into headspace, and neither will I. Tony, I need you to watch for this, since there is less of a risk for you swinging submissive. Understood?”

Both Betas voice their consent.

“Good. Second, we will use stop lights. If I check in and you are unable to give me a color, we stop the scene. Is this clear?”

They both answer, “Green.”

“Perfect. Now— third. I want to guide an honest conversation between us. We need to work out our differences, and that will be easier to do within a constructed space. I will not bind either of you. I will feed you both. I will direct our conversation and choose the location. Color?”

Tony agrees automatically, smiling at his Alpha, but notices that Clint is hesitating. The taller Beta glances between the two of them, eyes landing on Steve. He wrestles for a moment, internally, before coming to a decision.

“Green, Alpha.”

“Good,” Steve praises, reaching out to clap Clint on the shoulder.

He moves them quickly down the hall and into the office. Their pack rarely plays in here— electing to reserve this space for Steve’s business, when he needs to conduct it from home or work long hours— but Tony had the floors padded, just in case.

He’s grateful for it now. Steve moves them inside and instructs them to take off their shoes and socks. He leaves the room for a few minutes to bring back dinner, and Tony takes this time to check in on Clint and find a few water bottles from a nearby fridge.

When Steve returns, he situates the furniture— turning the large desk chair away from the wooden desk and dropping two kneeling pillows onto the floor, underneath his knees.

“Kneel,” he instructs, guiding Tony first and then Clint to sink to their knees in front of him. Both of them get soft praises and gentle strokes through their hair for the effort. Steve takes a few moments to choose music to play over the speakers, before encouraging them to rest against his legs.

They all sigh, releasing the stress of the past hour.

Steve waits until all of them are breathing steadily before he starts the conversation. For a lot of it, he just lets Clint talk. He starts with his current feelings, reservations about bonding, but ends up walking them through a lot of his trauma with past packs. He talks about losing his family, and then being taken in by Annie’s pack, and how she was always his rock throughout high school and college.

Tony didn’t know a lot of this. Even after his dates with Clint, they quickly realized that neither of them want to talk about emotions unless prompted. Steve asks Tony for his thoughts— and Tony is honest with Clint, sharing his feelings as well as his own hesitations.

He soon learns how functional the three of them are together. Tony keeps a hand on Clint— his leg, his shoulder— for most of the conversation, and helps Steve to ensure they’re all fed. He sees Clint visibly relaxing as Steve and Tony share their own stories, spending long minutes just listening to each other.

At one point, when talking about Tony’s history with toxic packs, it’s too much for him, and he tries to give Steve a blowjob. Clint ends up being the one to pull him back, holding his arms against his side until Tony goes limp.

Steve feeds them chocolate truffles as a reward.

Functional.

Throughout the next few days, all three of them eat together, spend time talking together, and sleep in the den together— the faint scent of their Omegas helping to calm them down late at night when they can’t sleep. Steve is very strict about sexual contact, and insists that they should wait until after the heat to try anything. Tony and Clint reluctantly agree.

By the sixth day, the Omega heat scent starts to change, hopefully signaling the end of the long cycle. Clint and Tony spend most of the day curled together in the living room, working on their tablets and watching Lord of the Rings in the background. Steve spends the day cooking, insisting that their Omegas will be hungry when they emerge.

Clint likes to play with his hair, combing through Tony’s short waves and trying to stand them up taller— then giving up and brushing through them again.

“You have gorgeous hair, Tones.” Clint murmurs, tugging on a few wayward strands.

Tony just hums, scrolling through his work documents. After a few more minutes, he feels Clint stop and remove his fingers.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could—“ Tony looks up and stops, stunned.

Clint is looking at him with soft affection, his eyes sparkling with unspoken and burning adoration that Tony is breathless under. He reaches down to touch Tony’s face and leans forward, maintaining eye contact as he brushes their noses together— lips just a breath away.

“Can I kiss you, Tony?”

Tony tries to whisper please, but the word is lost between their mouths, meeting in a desperate kiss. Clint slides his fingers back into Tony’s hair, pulling them closer, and Tony deepens the kiss, closing his eyes and nipping on Clint’s lower lip. He inhales sharply when Clint yanks on his hair, submitting to Tony’s pace and letting his mouth fall open with a sigh. Tony takes this as an invitation to pepper kisses over his jaw, down his neck, and across his bonding spot. He sucks lightly, and then harder when he hears Clint beg him for more.

Just as Tony’s shifting to push Clint further into the couch, Steve clears his throat from the kitchen.

“That’s enough.”

The two of them break apart, breathing hard and turning to see Steve, hands on his hips, and wearing the disappointed look on his face.

“Steve, we’re bonding, though,” Clint complains, sneaking a hand down to adjust himself in his pants, and Tony laughs at the double meaning. Steve doesn’t.

“I swear, Peter’s the only other sane person in this house,” Steve grumbles as he returns to his cooking, griping under his breath about the woes of being the only Alpha and his horny mates being the death of him.

Clint turns back into Tony’s arms, kissing behind his ear and whispers, “He’s not wrong.”

They lay together like this for a few hours, so Tony is with Clint when he gets a message from Annie.

The second heat is over.

Similar to the first heat, Tony waits until Peter finishes his shower before carrying him away for the evening. He still smells heavenly, and Tony doesn’t move from his side the entire night— even when Steve asks them all to join in for pack dinner.

Peter ends up on Tony’s lap, sharing a plate of food because it’s cute, dammit, and Tony needs to take care of his boy right now. The six of them are tired, spent from a stressful few days of heat. Bucky and Annie get passed between Clint and Steve, but Tony refuses to let go of his sweet Omega.

Dinner is delicious. Steve really knows how to butter them up, because he insists on debriefing the heat before allowing them to go to sleep. Tony ends up apologizing to Bucky for going feral at work, and the Omega tells him that he was probably in preheat as well, since the three Omegas were only a few hours apart this time.

That means the next heat is the one.

Fuck, Tony curses to himself. He’s been looking at proposing to Peter, but thought he might have one more heat cycle before deciding on the perfect location for his Omega. Now, as Peter drifts off to sleep in his arms, he pulls out his phone, calling Pepper’s personal number.

“Hey Pep,” he whispers, careful not to wake his mate, “No, everything’s okay. I need you to arrange maid service for one of my houses.”

---

Tony can see Peter as he leaves the building, done with his last exam of the year. He stretches and pulls his jacket tightly around himself, ducking his head down as he treks towards the bus stop. As he sits on a bench underneath the awning, Tony pulls up in front of the stop, watching Peter look up in surprise as the passenger window lowers.

“Hop in, gorgeous,” Tony hollers, peaking over his sunglasses to give Peter a wink.

His mate jumps up— practically running to the car— and ducks into the passenger seat, throwing his backpack into the back seat before turning a brilliant smile towards Tony. The Beta practically melts, pulling Peter into a hug and nuzzling into his neck, enjoying the way the younger Omega shivers slightly and relaxes in his arms.

“Hi baby,” Tony smiles and pulls away, “How was your exam?”

Peter flushes and tilts his head in question, “It was fine. Long. What are you doing here, Tony?”

Tony pulls back into traffic before responding, “Clear your schedule for this weekend, I’m taking you away.”

“Oh. But, Tony, what about work—”

“Taken care of, baby,” Tony smirks and glances over in time to see Peter’s face shift from confused, to concerned, and back to confused, “Don’t worry, I’ve been missing you lately and thought it would be nice to get away for the weekend. Besides, Clint and Annie already packed you a bag.”

Peter grips Tony’s arm over the gear shift, “Are you serious? Where are we going?”

“A surprise, sweetheart, you’ll see.” Tony promises. He returns the grip on Peter’s hand all the way to the airport, and holds his mate close through the plane flight— even when Peter falls asleep in his arms.

The surprise ends up being a plane flight to his family’s villa in Valencia. It’s still dark outside when Tony’s jet lands, and he makes sure not to wake his Omega as he picks him up and ducks into the waiting car.

Tony enjoys the warmth of Peter’s body on top of his as he watches the beginning of the sunrise peaking over the horizon. When their car finally pulls up to the villa, Tony wakes his dozing Omega, gently herding him towards the rear patio, and tipping the driver extra for bringing their bags inside. He settles his sleepy mate in front of him on one of the ocean-facing lounge chairs to watch the sunrise.

“Tony,” Peter sighs in between a yawn, “I can’t believe you would do this for me.”

“Peter,” Tony shifts them around so he can look into Peter’s eyes when he answers, “I would move oceans, dismantle governments, and give you the moon if I thought it would make you happy,” Peter opens his mouth to interrupt, but Tony continues, “My beautiful Omega, I’m sorry I haven’t proposed, but you know you mean everything to me, right? I know you’re bonding with Steve first, and you have him at the center of our pack, but I swear— you are my true love,” Peter sucks in a breath as Tony asks, “Will you be mine, Peter?”

He watches Peter’s jaw drop as he pulls out a velvet black box. Tony opens the lid, slowly, to reveal both a silver ring and a delicate silver necklace. As Peter inspects further, he sees that the necklace has a small lock at the clasp, and the ring is an electronic key to—

Tony sees the moment it clicks for him.

“Y-yours?” Peter looks up and touches his own throat, question clear in his tone.

Tony reaches down and picks up the necklace— no, the collar— and turns it so Peter can see the inscription engraved.

Tony Stark.

Simple, yet clear possession. And Peter doesn’t even hesitate in lowering his neck, presenting the back for Tony to clasp the silver chain into place. Such a good boy. Tony lets out a rumble of approval, and Peter looks up through his eyelashes.

“Thank you, Da—”

His mate freezes as he realizes what name almost slipped from his lips, and Tony tightens his hold, “Shit, baby— what did you call me?”

Peter shakes his head in refusal, but Tony grips onto his chin, needing to hear it, “Peter, look at me,” and at the command his Omega lifts his eyes, tears forming at the edges, and whimpers quietly, shaking in Tony’s arms. Damn. “Baby? Do you want—”

“No, T-tony I’m sorry, I didn’t,” hiccup, “didn’t mean it, I’m so sorr—”

“Shh,” Tony brushes his thumb over Peter’s soft, pink lips— silencing his protests, “Don’t apologize, baby. Not for that.”

He leans down to dot a kiss onto Peter’s nose, taking in Peter’s DevestatedFearShame scent and deciding quickly how to put his sweet mate at ease.

“Peter,” he says quietly, “do you want to be my Submissive? To wear my collar?”

“... yes, Beta.”

Shit. He closes his eyes briefly to maintain some sense of control. “Peter, do you want me to be your Dominant?”

Peter’s eyes widen, “Yes, please, Beta.”

“Peter– do you want me to be your Daddy?”

Peter’s eyes flutter shut as he hiccups again, frantically nodding his head, “Yes, yes please, yes,”

“Open your eyes, baby. Yes, who?” Important, so important.

Peter’s eyes shoot open—

“Yes, Daddy. ”

Tony groans, forcing himself to maintain eye contact, and smiles down at his small, beautifully innocent mate.

“Such a good boy, Peter. I knew it, fuck, I knew you’d be mine.”

He doesn’t get a response, just a sweet whimper instead as Peter sways closer, licking his lips absently. Tony reaches down to hook a hand under Peter’s thigh. Violet clouds are reflecting off the surface of the water, lighting up Peter’s shimmering eyes with magnificent colors as they both wait for the sun to breach the surface.

Silence stretches, heavy, between them. Eyes locked together. Tony shifts his Omega, finding an easier angle to get access to his neck. The silver collar twinkles in the early morning light and Tony sucks lightly around the jewelry, humming into Peter’s skin. He feels his mate shiver, and pulls away to look back into his eyes, now half-lidded.

“You cold, baby?” he teases. He knows there’s a dumb smile on his face.

Peter just blinks lazily, “No, Daddy,” he whispers, letting his small lips part invitingly.

The temptation is too great. Tony leans forward and steals a wet kiss from his baby, swallowing the pleased moan he gets in response. Peter’s lips barely move in response, content to let Tony control the pace.

They spend a while after this trading lingering kisses and gazing far into the sunrise. Peter falls asleep as the sun heats his skin, stretching out and letting himself be warmed above by the morning rays and below by Tony’s secure hold.

As Tony’s eyes start to hang heavy, he makes the decision to move both of them up onto the sunbed outside of the master bedroom. It isn’t until late in the morning that they rouse again, and Peter is still floating in his head.

“There’s no rush, baby, we can spend some time in bed.” Tony teases, not expecting the embarrassed blush from Peter.

“M’kay, Daddy,” he whispers, ducking his face into Tony’s shoulder, “but I’m getting hungry.”

“Aww, sweet Omega,” Tony coos, “feeling soft for me? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you baby.”

The small Omega just snuggles closer, steady breaths turning into a gentle purr as his scent blossoms into HappyContentSatisfied. Tony’s sure his own scent matches.

---

Their weekend is short. Tony can’t remember the last time he was this happy, this relaxed, around another person. Of course, he’s always felt happy around his Alpha and Omega. This is different. This is his soulmate.

And Peter makes sure to tell him this all the time. Swimming out in Balearic, wrestling in the terrace pool, kissing under the moonlight— Peter is liberal with his affection and adoration, looking Tony in the eyes every time he whispers, “I love you, my Beta.”

Peter looks decadent with a tan. Absolutely delicious. Small freckles have overtaken his cheeks and shoulders, providing endless patterns for Tony’s fingers to trace across his skin. Both of them had tanned without their shorts this weekend. Tony’s proud that he convinced his modest Omega to go through with that. He has the absolute cutest little peach.

Sadly, Peter won’t let him touch.

They agreed months ago to save their first time for their bonding. This also means that Tony’s first time with Peter will come after Steve’s. Dammit. He’s just glad there’s a collar around Peter’s neck with his name on it.

On their plane flight back, his Omega seems distant. Their conversations are shorter, and Peter spends most of the time touching his necklace, staring silently out the window.

With a sigh, Tony makes his way over. Peter looks at him in question, but Tony picks him up, out of the chair, before the smaller man can object. Peter just makes a sad noise and burrows into Tony’s arms as he seats them back into the chair, facing the window.

“What’s wrong, Peter?” he asks, giving his jaw a chaste kiss.

Peter sniffles, “I feel weird, Tony. Sad and itchy.”

Uh oh. Tony turns his head, scenting along Peter’s bonding glands where the skin is slightly red and inflamed.

“Is this how you felt before your heats, baby? Could it be—”

Peter’s eyes go wide, “No, do you think? I didn’t even realize that… Yeah. Yeah, it’s exactly how I felt last time.”

Before he can panic, Tony shushes him and holds tighter.

“Fuck. It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you.”

While Peter trembles and tries to steady his breathing, Tony pulls out his phone to send off a few obscure messages. There are ten missed calls, and a dozen messages. All of them from Steve.

He curses under his breath, calling Steve back.

“Tony, what the hell—”

“Where’s the fucking emergency, Steve? I’m on a plane back to New York right now.”

“Don’t give me that tone, Beta,” Steve sounds irritated already, “get back as soon as you can. I think our Omegas are going into heat again.”

Oh. Oh, shit.

Tony looks down at Peter— the Omega breathing faster and whining deep in his throat, “Uh, I think you’re right, Steve. And I think it might be the one.”

There’s a silence on the other end before Steve curses, “Holy shit. Fuck, Tony. Goddamn.”

“— wow, please don’t bond our Omegas with that mouth,”

“Shut up, Tony. God. Okay. Okay. I’m going to make some calls and help them nest. Get home as soon as possible— we’ll be waiting.”

Tony growls at his Alpha’s command, reluctantly agreeing before hanging up.

“What’s— something wrong, Daddy?” Peter breaths into his neck, his sweet and natural submission throwing Tony further into his dominant hindbrain. Similar to the start of Peter’s last heat.

“Just sleep, Omega. You’re so good for me. We’ll be home soon.”

---

Tony carries Peter the rest of the way, never letting another person close enough to touch. The last of the flight and the drive home pass in a possessive blur— Peter sleeping restlessly as his scent deepens incrementally. Tony’s been hard for hours.

Clint meets him at the front door— good choice, Steve— and the taller Beta grabs their bags from the car as Tony brings Peter into their house, making a beeline for the nest.

Safe, safe, safe, safe, he keeps chanting to himself, sprinting down the last hallway.

After their second heat, the Omegas had insisted on expanding the downstairs nest. Now, instead of taking up the back half of the annex, the upper canopy extends to enclose the entire space, moving the opening up to where the security panels lower to close the nest off from their den. The security panels still function, when needed, but now there’s space to fit multiple mattresses and other amenities inside the room.

Tony knocks on one of the wood panels, waiting for a confirmation before entering. He learned the hard way never to enter an Omega’s nest without permission. Bucky has surprisingly good aim with a knife.

Gentle footsteps pad closer, and the canopy is pulled open. Bucky stands at the entrance, eyes half lidded, and he struggles to concentrate on the couple in front of him.

He points at Peter, “Need my ’mega,” he rumbles, making grabby hands at Peter’s limp body.

Tony growls, low, “Can I come in, Bucky.”

Bucky’s eyes widen, suddenly clear and focused. Good.

“Y-yes, Beta. Please.”

Tony pushes through, barely acknowledging Bucky’s response. Annie is cradled in Steve’s arms, the giant Alpha looking like a pile of mush staring down at the tiny Omega. God, what a sap.

He can hear Bucky moving things around and ignores him, instead choosing the best place to put Peter down. Near the window, but not too close. Not under the vent— too cold.

Unfortunately, it looks like the best place is right next to Steve and Annie. There’s a ton of blankets near them, and both of his mates are warm. Plus, Steve is good at protecting.

Tony grumbles to himself as he moves toward the Alpha, sizing up the threat. Large. Strong. He knows his Alpha can pin him to the ground in one move, so Tony keeps his eyes up, shoulders straight, and refuses to submit.

Steve’s eyes narrow, his growl intensifies. Tony matches the growl, moving his hands to hide Peter’s face from view. This makes the Alpha angrier. Tony knows. There needs to be an amicable exchange.

“Move.” Bucky demands from behind him, pushing Tony out of the way— earning him a warning snap— and jumping on the bed to snuggle up next to Steve and Annie, extending his arms. “Put ‘im down.”

Tony pouts, upset at his Omega’s insolence, but still gently lays Peter down in Bucky’s arms, trusting his mates to get him comfortable.

Bucky mumbles something, but it’s lost in the blankets and skin.

“What’s that?” Tony asks, digging around in the covers to find his mate’s face.

God, he’s adorable. He drops a kiss on Bucky’s forehead as the Omega responds, “Where’s Clint?”

“I’ll go get him. You just get comfortable.”

Bucky giggles— a beautifully innocent sound that has Tony struggling to leave the nest. So he runs, sprints, to find the other Beta as soon as possible.

Clint meets him at the bottom of the steps, carrying a pile of clothing and a really large duffle bag.

Duffle bag? Oh, fuck no.

Taking three long strides, Tony pins him up against the wall, growling, “Fuck if you’re running away, Barton.”

The Beta looks stunned. He glances down at the clothes strewn across the floor and the bag in his hands before laughing, “Aw, Tony no. It’s— smell them. Fuck, look inside the beg. I’m not running, I swear.”

Tony picks up some of the clothes, and realizes that it’s an assortment of scents— probably meant for the nest. Oh. He zips open the bag, and there are various lotions, toys, books, and other items inside. All personal things for the nest. Clint’s things.

“Damn, Clint,” Tony curses, holding the items reverently while peering up at the larger Beta, “you’re serious about this?”

Clint pulls him to his feet, staring into his eyes. He bends forward to kiss Tony, gentle and swift. Suddenly, Tony understands something about Clint he never did before: Clint knows the value of pack more than any of them ever will.

Before Tony can wax poetic, Clint has him by the elbow, pulling them back towards the nest.

“C’mon, don’t get emotional right now,” he teases, flashing a cocky smile, “let’s go get bonded, yeah?”

They both sprint back down the hallway, locking doors, turning off lights, and finally joining their future bondmates.

Once the six of them are in the nest together, it feels as though their instincts fall into alignment. The Omegas are sleeping, so the others spend time eating, preening, and rearranging the nest over and over again.

It takes five hours before they enter heat. Tony thought it might be a gradual shift, or that it might come with a verbal confirmation, but that’s definitely not what happens. Simultaneously, the Omega scent in the room shifts, dark and sweet, heady. Horny. A needy whine breaks out from… one of them, all of them.

Clint moans, “Oh, hot damn. Guys, what the— what the fuck,” and starts to crawl forward, already pulling at his clothes.

Tony understands. His pants are far too tight, and he’s starting to sweat through his shirt. He can smell Peter through the fog of heat scent, and his control is slipping.

God, he’s thankful for his Alpha. Steve holds Clint back with one hand, growling in a warning, “Remember what we decided, Beta.”

Clint whimpers and exposes his throat, submitting to the Alpha. Tony sits still, watching.

Alpha scoots up the bed, hovering over their Omegas, cuddled together and writhing around like kittens in a basket. He leans down and noses at each of them, nudging them awake, slowly. Tony hears one of them choke on a sob, probably surprised by the intensity of their heat. He reaches down to squeeze himself through his pants, abating his desire for a moment.

Steve shifts them, letting Bucky and Annie curl together as they blink awake, and laying Peter flat down on the bed. For the hundreds of times they’ve discussed this— working out hesitations and needs beforehand— Tony is still jealous of the way Steve gets to love his mate first.

Tony can only sit still for so long. Steve murmurs permission to the rest of them, and Tony immediately crawls to pull the other Omegas closer, settling the two of them over his and Clint’s laps.

He lets Clint do most of the work, stripping them and adding used clothing to the nest. Once they’re all naked and pressed together, Tony returns his attention back to the Alpha and Omega on the center of the bed.

God, they’re gorgeous together. Steve is easily twice the size of Peter, engulfing him as they kiss and claw at each other. Peter’s tiny mewls and gasps of please, Alpha are muted by Steve’s possessive growls. The Alpha eagerly strips them, pawing at Peter’s exposed skin, as they turn and roll together, a biological dance Tony is captivated by.

“Touch me, Beta,” Bucky begs. Tony tears his eyes away from the scene in front of them, and sees the smaller Omega staring up at him with dark eyes, tear tracks staining his flushed cheeks.

“Hush, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” Tony promises, and pulls Bucky further up into his lap. He groans in pleasure as the base of his cock slides up against Bucky’s slick, inviting hole, but refrains from filling the Omega. Not yet.

He lets Bucky rock in his lap, stimulating his entrance from the outside as the two of them watch Peter scramble to his knees and arch his back, presenting for the panting Alpha behind him. There’s a constant string of praise coming from Steve’s lips, but it’s lost in the atmosphere, similar to the blankets and scents surrounding them now.

“Touch me, Beta.” Bucky keens, wriggling on Tony’s thighs, smearing slick down his legs. Tony braces himself against a few pillows and wraps his arms around the sweet Omega in front of him, resting one hand over his chest to pull him closer, and letting the other trail down between Bucky’s legs.

He watches Steve line up with Peter’s hole, rubbing the tip of his cock through the dripping mess, before slowly pushing in. As he sinks into Peter’s body, Tony wraps his hand around Bucky’s cock, giving him a teasing stroke from tip to root.

Both Peter and Bucky cry out, gripping the sheets.

Steve starts a steady pace, mounting Peter with his legs bent on either side. His hands are planted on Peter’s shoulders, pushing the Omega further into the bed, and the wet slap of his balls hitting Peter’s taint is downright pornographic.

Tony speeds up his strokes on Bucky’s cock, matching Steve’s rhythm. Bucky grinds back into Tony’s lap, begging, “Please, Beta. P-please, I’m so. I’m so empty, Beta. I need you, please.”

He curses Steve for wanting to knot Bucky first. “Soon, Omega. So good for me, soon honey, I swear. I promise.”

Peter cries, spreading his legs wider, and Tony can hear Clint and Annie breathing hard nearby. He turns to look for them, unsurprised to see Clint pushing her legs back, muffling his grunts into her skin as he fucks her, matching their Alpha’s thrusts.

Annie’s crying. Bucky’s crying. Peter is downright sobbing, pleading Steve for his knot.

Steve drapes his body further over Peter’s back. Tony can see him nosing around Peter’s bonding spot, licking a promising stripe up the side of his neck.

Peter is so fucking hard— dripping precome across the sheets as he lets himself be fucked, sliding across the bed with each relentless thrust.

Tony speeds up his grip on Bucky, using his other hand to pull on the Omega’s swollen nipples.

“M’gonna come, Beta,” Bucky whines, almost simultaneous with Peter’s breathy, “M’close, Alpha.”

Tony’s determined now. He feels his own orgasm closing in, but knows he wants to save it. Save it for Peter. Instead, he strokes Bucky faster, tighter, and moves his other hand lower, pushing two fingers inside the already loose hole, moaning as Bucky clenches around him.

“Yeah, you gonna come for me, Omega? Gonna be sweet for me?”

“Yes, please— god, please.”

Steve pumps harder, clutching around Peter’s chest and burying his face in the small Omega’s neck. Tony watches as his knot grows, swelling quickly, and starts to disappear into Peter’s hole.

“Do it, Omega— come for me.”

The Alpha command does it. For all three Omegas.

All of them cry out in unison, and Tony feels Bucky clench down on his fingers as clear, Omega cum paints his chest, covering Tony’s hand. He’s so enraptured with Bucky’s orgasm that he almost misses Peter’s— the tiny Omega keening as Steve’s fist-sized knot pops inside. Tony swears it’s audible. His little cock dribbles out clear fluid that Tony wants to devour, and then Steve bites down.

He sees Peter’s body go stock-still. He hears the sound of Steve’s teeth breaking skin. There’s a deep rumble from the Alpha, still emptying himself into the Omega. And then Peter yelps— a quick, pained noise— before it’s replaced with a harmonizing purr.

“Sounds like the bond took,” Bucky sighs, leaning back to kiss underneath Tony’s chin.

Tony is speechless. He kisses the Omega back, absently, and then turns to look for his other mates.

He doesn’t have to look too far— Clint has Annie knotted on his lap, exchanging slow kisses as they watch Steve and Peter turn onto their sides, spooned together. Clint sends a wink Tony’s way. Tony just rolls his eyes.

Steve moves Peter’s head back so that the Omega can reach his neck, and coaxes Peter to return the bite while he’s still coming. His sweet Omega makes an adorable chirping noise before mouthing at the spot, biting gently and then sinking his teeth in, searching for the right depth. Steve gasps and thrusts forward, releasing another spurt of cum as the Omega bonds him.

“I guess I thought there would be fireworks.” Tony murmurs into the back of Bucky’s neck. He’s still achingly hard, but thankful that the Omega has stopped moving on top of him. Instead, Bucky turns in his arms, scooping up his spend, and starts to rub it into the short hair at the base of Tony’s cock.

Tony’s breath picks back up— he’s seen Bucky act possessive before, but this instinctual marking is doing something different to his hindbrain. It’s especially difficult to maintain control when Bucky ghosts a hot breath across the tip of his cock, teasing, and gently takes the first inch or so into his mouth.

“Fuck, honey. The hell—”

Bucky pulls off with a wet pop! and gives Tony a confused and injured look, “M’so hungry, Beta. Need it bad, please.”

Tony glances over at Steve and Peter, trying to judge how long Steve’s knot is going to last. The couple is still entangled together, exchanging sweet kisses and staring into each other’s eyes. He has to refrain from rolling his eyes again. He’s probably going to look the same when he bonds with Peter.

He turns back to Bucky. “Okay, here. Just hold it, okay? Gonna wait for Steve and Petey to unlock, and then he’ll fill you up.”

Turning them slightly, he lets Bucky lay comfortably with his head in Tony’s lap. From there, it’s easy to slide his cock into the Omega’s waiting mouth, shushing his moans with gentle fingers through his hair.

“Damn, you always look so good with a dick in your mouth,” Tony praises, stroking the outline of his cock pressing against Bucky’s cheek.

Next to them, Clint laughs, “You guys are gross.”

“You’re just jealous, Beta. Now hush— you’re disturbing my mate.”

Both Clint and Annie are laughing now, a happy noise that makes Bucky hum. Tony curses. The vibrations are torture, but he gives Bucky a soft smile anyways, enjoying how pretty his Omega looks wrapped around him like this.

It takes another ten minutes or so for Steve’s knot to go down. Clint’s only lasted a few minutes, so the Beta is up and bringing them water before the second round begins. Peter seems content to lay with the Alpha, but for Annie and Bucky, their heat is only satisfied for a moment before they start squirming, desperate.

“Shh,” Tony pets Bucky’s hair, pushing back his bangs, as the Omega starts to whimper around his cock, “only a few more minutes, I promise.”

There’s a slick sound, and Tony turns to watch as Clint slides back in, turning Annie so he can fuck her from behind as she starts to wail in need. Damn, Steve had better hurry up.

They only have to wait another minute. Peter gasps quietly, Steve swears, and Tony can hear the knot release. Steve gives one last kiss to his mark on Peter’s neck and then turns, searching for Bucky.

Bucky— the perfect, sweet, submissive Omega he is— actually looks to Tony for permission before pulling off, stealing a kiss, before throwing himself into Steve’s arms, sobbing as the Alpha whispers promises into his ear.

Tony crawls closer, watching Steve’s stance, and slowly drags Peter back down the bed. He doesn’t want to challenge Steve’s territory on the mattress, but he needs his mate. His soulmate.

Peter just giggles, happy to be drawn close, even as their packmates start fucking nearby.

“So pretty, Omega,” he whispers, turning Peter’s head to the side and inspecting the bite. Clean, deep, and perfect. To get his bond to join with theirs, Tony is going to have to fit his teeth into the marks left by Steve’s.

“You feeling okay, baby?” he asks, checking Peter’s body over for any bruises.

Peter just smiles, big and carefree, “Perfect, Daddy.”

Tony could care less if his mates overhear their dynamic— they’ll get used to it eventually. It seems like they’re preoccupied, so Tony doesn’t waste time worrying. Instead, he just returns Peter’s smile, “Good boy, are you feeling ready? Do you need a break Peter?”

Peter just shakes his head. He looks bashful all of a sudden, and Tony realizes it’s because he’s noticed Tony’s erection, still full and angry red between his legs. He chuckles, grinding lightly against Peter’s thigh. He watches as his Omega starts to shake from the stimulation, looking up at Tony with pleading eyes.

“N-need you, Beta. Need to be— to be yours.”

“Okay, okay— just. Uh,” Tony’s hands are shaking, overwhelmed by the sudden weight of the situation. Get a grip, Tony.

“Daddy, please,” Peter whines, bucking up into his hold and clutching tight on Tony’s shoulders, “bond me. Tony, bond me. Make me yours, please.”

Something snaps in Tony. He growls, low in his throat, and bends forward to press his teeth into the existing mark— careful not to break skin, but a promise for later. Peter chokes on his breath, sending a tremor down his body and through his legs until he’s shaking underneath Tony.

Tony settles gently over Peter, encouraging his smaller mate to wrap his legs securely around his waist. The urgency is building in both of them, and Tony’s vision is starting to blur, focusing in on his Omega. His soulmate.

The whimpers and moans are perfect as he touches for the first time, letting his hands explore skin that was forbidden mere hours ago. Peter arches into his touch, desperate for more, and Tony looks down to see a fresh wave of slick and Steve’s cum leak out of him.

His control breaks, and he’s on Peter— kissing and sucking and biting his way down the younger Omega’s body, encouraged by breathy whispers and returned affection.

They fit so perfectly together. If Steve and Peter were made to be Alpha and Omega, Tony and Peter were made to be dominant and submissive— cut from the same cloth, bending and molding to serve each other perfectly, with every touch, with every heartbeat.

Every please from Peter is answered with a resounding yes from Tony.

Not to mention Peter’s taste. His scent. Creamy and sweet, every bit he indulges from Peter’s lips and his body is absolutely sinful on his tongue.

He gets a smack on the arm, and lifts his head in shock from where he was busy tasting between Peter’s legs. The Omega— damn, he’s adorable— is looking at him with unbridled longing.

“Inside me, Daddy,” Peter demands, pouting and extending his arms for Tony to return to.

Tony huffs, taking one last taste of his baby, before crawling back up his body, “Didn’t know Daddy was getting a brat for a mate,” he teases, making Peter whine in disagreement.

“M’not a brat.” He insists, fighting a smile.

“Of course not,” Tony agrees, swooping down for a sloppy kiss, pushing the remaining mixture of slick and cum into his mate’s waiting mouth. When Peter hums in pleasure, Tony withdraws with a quick peck, “you’re my good boy, Peter.”

“Please,” is all he gets back. Peter is panting heavily in his arms, and spreading his legs wide, inviting.

Tony hangs his head, bracketing Peter’s body with his arms, and leans forward to line up with Peter’s entrance. He feels the head of his cock catch on Peter’s rim, and he presses forward, groaning at the sensation of Peter’s hot, tight hole pulling him in.

“Baby— feel so good, holy shit,” he watches Peter’s face, enraptured by his slack expression and the obvious wonder in his eyes as Tony slips deeper, deeper into him, inch by inch.

When he’s fully seated inside, both of them take a moment to breathe each other’s air, staring deep into the other’s eyes. This is it. This is forever. Tony closes the gap, taking Peter’s mouth and promising him the world with the sweetest kiss he can. Peter returns it eargery, prodding Tony in the back with his heels.

Tony obeys the silent command, pulling out to the tip and sinking back in, deeper. Peter sobs into his mouth as he does it again, filling his Omega completely before leaving him empty.

As he starts a rhythm, he leans down to suck on Peter’s bonding glands. The scent of Vanilla Cream and Honeysuckle have new undertones of Coffee and Thunderstorms— Steve. The combination is heady, and he growls as his arousal grows, forcing him to thrust harder into Peter’s eager body.

He barely notices the matching noises coming from his left and right as his mates chase their orgasm, clinging to each other and exchanging wet kisses. Tony just focuses in front of him, on his beautiful mate as he falls apart, piece by piece.

“D-daddy… M’gonna— I need your knot, p-please.” Peter begs, clenching down on Tony’s cock, milking him greedily.

“Fuck, yeah. Gonna— gonna make you mine, Peter. Mine.” Tony snarls, licking long stripes against Peter’s neck, even as his hips speed up, chasing his quickly approaching release.

Peter closes his eyes, crying out with each thrust into his body, and Tony’s knot starts to swell, pulling at his poor, abused rim. He lifts his hips, aiming towards Peter’s prostate as his orgasm crashes over him.

“I’m coming— I’m coming, baby. Fuck. I’m gonna—”

“Yes! Please, mate me. Yours, yours, yours—” Peter chants, his body accepting Tony’s swollen knot so beautifully, so naturally.

The knot catches, locking securely inside Peter’s hole, and Tony whimpers, releasing deep into his body. He pulls back just for a moment, and watches Peter shake apart in his arms as his orgasm rushes through him.

“Forever,” Tony promises, only half a mind left, and lunges forward. He lines his teeth up with the previous mark and bites down. Hard.

Peter screams. His muscles tighten, milking Tony through his orgasm, and his wet, sweet cum pumps in between their bodies. Tony rolls them, still riding out their orgasms, and guides Peter to the other side of his neck. Peter scents him for just a moment before biting down— carefully at first, and then breaking skin— piercing the bonding glands, when he finds the perfect spot.

Something pops, sweet and content, into Tony’s mind. It feels… it feels the same as Peter's scent. Warm and inviting in his head, and blossoming into joy as Peter feels his side of the bond awaken.

With his Omega settled firmly on his knot, Tony focuses on the sensation of Peter in his mind, swimming through his thoughts. Peter’s eyes are closing, but his presence is still strong in Tony’s mind.

“I can… feel you.” Tony says, full of awe as he stares up at his bondmate.

Peter reaches down and intertwines their fingers, squeezing gently. He smiles, cheeky, and clenches around Tony’s cock, still buried deep, “I feel you, Tony.”

“My bratty baby, huh?” he groans, grinding up to hit Peter’s over-sensitive sweet spot and make the Omega squeal. “M’trying to be cute with you.”

“You’re always cute with me, Daddy.”

They realize then, after a chorus of soft laughter, that everyone else has gone quiet in their shared orgasms.

“Holy shit. Daddy?” Clint cackles, lighting up the room with amused laughter and turning Peter’s face red. It seems like Annie and Clint are stuck together again, the large Beta wrapped around his Omega and spooning her from behind. He plays with her hair as she drifts off, smiling fondly.

Tony cranes his neck, eager to see the aftermath of Steve and Bucky’s bond. All he can see from his position is Steve’s back— the Alpha is cradling the smaller Omega in his lap, wrapped in his arms, and the two of them are both tearful as they share their intimate moment. Tony can’t count the amount of times he’s seen them knotted together, but this feels different— significant.

He gets it.

He looks up into Peter’s face, and he gets it.

---

It takes a few moments of hydrating and specific coordination before any of them are ready to go for their third round. Tony knows this is his time to bond with Bucky, as Steve will finally knot Annie and Clint will mate with Peter. The coordination comes when Bucky, Annie, and Peter share their bonding bites.

Tomorrow— when the Omegas are delirious with heat— Steve, Tony and Clint will exchange bonds. Until then, it’s their responsibility to help each Omega bond with all five other packmates.

Tony fucks Bucky on his back, lining him up opposite of Peter so the two Omegas can exchange sweet kisses while their Betas bring them to the edge. After they come apart, gasping into each other’s mouths, both Omegas sink their teeth in to seal the bond. It’s breathtaking. Tony looks up, making eye contact with Clint, and suddenly feels himself close, so close.

He wishes he could bond Clint right now, but knows they need to wait until Steve can claim them first. He settles for pulling Clint into a kiss, slamming hard into Bucky’s ass, and grunting as he comes deep into his Omega, filling him with a knot for the first time.

Bucky breaks off of Peter’s neck with a gasp, and looks desperately into Tony’s eyes, “B-bond me, Beta. Wanna be yours.”

Tony dips down, swiveling his hips to grind his knot deeper, and scents Bucky’s throat. Damn, the mix of Peter and Steve and Bucky makes him shiver, sending another wave of cum into Bucky’s body. He lines up and bites down, guiding Bucky to the other side of his neck.

He feels a wave of affection from Peter as the bond with Bucky snaps into place. Tony collapses, barely missing Bucky on the way down, and the two of them turn onto their sides, releasing their bites to press their foreheads together.

Panting into each other’s mouths, Tony laughs and leans in to kiss his Omega, whispering, “I love you so much, Bucky.”

Bucky hums, barely opening his eyes to respond, “Love you too, my Beta.”

The next day or so passes in a similar way. It turns out that watching Bucky and Clint fuck is one of the hottest things Tony has ever seen in his life, and it’s emotional when they bond, shaking in each other’s arms. Steve ends up knotting Peter again, and Peter and Annie bond at the same time Tony bonds with Annie, holding her tight in his arms and kissing promises into her delicate skin. When Clint breaks off Bucky's neck, and Tony breaks off Annie’s, the two Omegas pull each other close to seal the final bond.

They spend the evening eating, napping, and fucking— making sure their Omegas are satisfied on a knot more often than not. Tony spends a whole hour just rubbing different packmates down with lotion and helping the Omegas bathe. He’s thankful that they all fall asleep easily.

By the next afternoon, Tony is itching to bond with Steve and Clint. There’s a tension growing between them that Tony knows will be resolved with a good fuck— especially with Clint.

They take a few hours to wear the Omegas out and strengthen their existing bonds. After bundling them up in blankets and tucking their Omegas away, Clint gets up to pull a plate of carefully wrapped sandwiches out of the fridge with a chilled bottle of wine, passing Steve and Tony both a glass before opening it and pouring them a drink.

It’s silent as they eat, thankful for a break. After the sandwiches are gone, they retreat to the en-suite bathroom, keeping the door open in case of an emergency and washing each other gently.

Tony leans forward as he’s cleaning Clint’s shoulders and asks, low, “Would you let me fuck you, Clint?”

The taller Beta wheezes, almost slipping on the shower tiles, “The hell, Tony? Trying to kill me?”

Steve steps closer, taking an interest in their conversation, “Answer the question, Beta.”

“S-shit, Alpha. Yes. Yeah, please—"

Backed up against the wall, Clint’s plea breaks off into a moan as Tony pulls him down, claiming his lips in a desperate kiss. He’s rougher than he usually allows himself to be, slamming Clint’s back against the wall as he grabs a generous handful of hair, pulling Clint closer as he fucks the Beta’s mouth with his tongue. Clint yields, sliding further down the wall, until he collapses out of Tony’s grip and onto his knees.

Tony tries to catch him, but Clint is already reaching up, eager to get his hands, his mouth, on both of his dominant mates. Steve steps closer, and Tony can see that all three of them are hardening up, ready for the next round.

Ready to bond.

As Clint starts to stroke their lengths together, Tony turns, capturing Steve’s open mouth in a deep kiss, letting the Alpha set the pace and turn their kiss messy and hot and needy.

He groans, breaking their kiss, as Clint takes him in his mouth, sucking hard. He starts to bob up and down, taking Tony’s cock into his throat each time. His hands grip tighter, pulling Tony’s hips in closer as he strokes Steve, paying attention to the knot slowly swelling at the base, before switching— wrapping his lips around Steve’s monster cock. Clint looks gorgeous like this— eyes blinking rapidly to avoid the shower spray and clear away tears, choking on their Alpha’s cock, with his own length neglected and rock hard between his legs.

“Fuck, Clint... holy sh— I’m gonna come,” Tony moans, thrusting into the Beta’s tight hold. Steve grabs him around his waist, moving a finger down to press lightly against his hole, “No, shit— bed.”

“Yeah, c’mon,” Steve breathes as he pulls Clint off, “let’s go bond, Beta.”

Both of them groan at this, at the promise from their Alpha. Steve helps Clint to his feet and the two of them make out while Tony focuses on cleaning them off. They barely dry off as the three of them stumble, trading kisses, back into the nest.

Clint ends up in the middle with Steve and Tony hovering over him, covering his body in marks as they kiss down his chest, up his neck, around his thighs. Tony’s glad their Omegas are still sleeping, because he couldn’t imagine stopping for any reason.

Steve moves to spread Clint’s legs, humming in approval as the Beta submits easily to him, “Gonna let me inside ya, Clint?” he gets an eager nod in approval, “How ‘bout Tony— gonna let him at your little hole?”

“Shit, Alpha,” Clint curses, “please. Need you in me, god, I’m so fuckin’ empty—”

“Grab me the lube, Tony,” Steve orders from in between Clint’s legs, reaching down to thumb at his entrance, and Tony scrambles away, grabbing the clear bottle out of the night stand. He takes a look at his mates sleeping nearby, and briefly considers using their slick. He laughs, shaking his head and crawling back to Steve and Clint.

Tony kneels over Clint, offering the lube to Steve.

“No, you do it. I’m gonna take his mouth.”

“Oh. Shit, okay,” Tony agrees, opening the bottle with a small click. Steve kneels over Clint’s face, giving him a brief kiss, before feeding his cock upside down through Clint’s lips.

Steve looks up at Tony— the vision of a god with his hands on his hips, stark naked, dripping wet, and cock sliding in and out of his Beta’s throat— and he points, “Get to it, Tony. He’s not an Omega— his poor little hole needs help.”

Clint chokes, jerking his hips up at Steve’s words. “Fuck, I think he likes that,” Tony murmurs, starting to work a lubed up finger into Clint’s ass. “He looks so pretty hanging off your dick, Alpha. Like he was made for it.”

He works his fingers in, one at a time— enjoying the work and the stretch as he opens slowly, so slowly. Clint is squirming on his hand, and Steve holds his wrists together under his body, leaning forward to fuck his face relentlessly. He trades sloppy kisses with Steve, taking advantage of the position to nail Clint’s prostate at the same time.

Once he’s up to three fingers, Tony pulls back, smearing more lube onto his cock. Steve leans back and lets his cock fall out, leaving Clint gasping for breath, and gives his cheek a condescending pat.

He’s just about to push in when Steve moves behind him. Tony looks over his shoulder, “Wanna help?” he snarks, thrusting forward a bit to breach Clint’s rim with his tip.

“I wish,” Steve whispers, laving his tongue underneath Tony’s jaw. “No, Tony. I wanna fuck you. Give me the lube.”

“Holy shit, Alpha,” Tony falls back into Steve’s chest, gripping the base of his cock to stop himself from coming too soon. He passes the lube back and looks down at Clint, tracing over his nipples with his thumb and enjoying how Clint shivers and clenches around the head of his cock.

Tony sinks in, clutching Clint around his waist. The larger Beta cries out, reaching to grab Tony around the shoulders and pull him closer. Tony can’t help but fall forward, bottoming out and burying his face in Clint’s neck.

“So sweet, Clint.” Tony kisses into his neck, shallowly thrusting into his fucking hot passage, “feel so good, damn. So tight.”

Clint laughs, a little hysterically, “It’s— fuck, it’s been awhile.”

It’s been awhile for Tony, too. He’s been spoiled to have mostly Omega mates, and Steve very rarely wants to bottom for him. He forgot how tight a passage could get, how different it feels.

He feels Steve start to work him open, and picks up his pace, fucking himself back onto Steve’s fingers. Damn, he doesn’t know if he can take Steve’s knot, but he’s gonna try.

Within minutes, Steve’s lining up and sliding inside. It’s overwhelming— being in the middle like this. This is his favorite thing during sex, and he is an insatiable bottom when he chooses to be. And he knows Steve loves the rush, the dominance it symbolizes.

They move together, pushing and pulling, sucking at each other’s skin, breathing in unison. Tony feels Steve’s knot press up against his opening, and is surprised to feel his own swelling as he fucks into Clint.

Clint keens, “M’gonna come— shit, are you… can you knot me, Beta?”

Steve reaches around to take Clint’s cock in hand, matching their thrusts together, and grunts, “yeah, Clint. Tony’s gonna fill you up ‘n I’m gonna spread him wide, stuck on my knot, all fuckin’ mine.”

“Turn, turn!” Tony gasps, grabbing Clint’s hips to try to flip him. The Beta understands and gets to his knees, only faltering in their rhythm for a moment.

Tony wraps his arms around Clint’s chest, burying his face in his neck and scenting around the still healing bonding bite. He feels Steve do the same. Clint suddenly feezes up—

“T-tony! I’m coming—“ he yells, clenching down and stuttering his hips. Tony continues pounding into him as Clint comes long ropes across the bedsheets, and his own orgasm hits him like a train.

“Shit,” he whispers, holding Clint closer, and shoving his knot firmly into Clint’s tight passage. He fits his teeth over the bonding spot, hesitating for a moment, and Clint squeezes his hand.

“Do it, Beta,” and Tony bites down, claiming Clint as his own.

Almost simultaneously, Tony feels Steve’s knot pop, expanding inside of him, against his prostate, and the Alpha is biting down as well.

It’s a few moments later before Tony can move, realizing that the three of them have ended up spooned together on their sides. He turns his head to see Clint and Steve locked together, securing their bonds in a truly acrobatic feat with the three of them still knotted together.

Clint pulls off, looking at Tony desperately. Tony turns and buries his face in Steve’s neck, exposing his throat to Clint in the process.

Both of them bite down at the same time, and Tony feels the bond spark to life, vibrant from both sides, and full of throbbing emotion. Safe. Content. Joyful.

If Tony focuses, he can also feel the thrum of sleepy Omega coming from his mates. Precious and adorable— even when they’re unconscious.

The knots take a few more minutes to go down, and Tony’s secretly thankful he wasn’t stuck on Steve’s dick for much longer. It’s sexy all the way up until the orgasm fades. Then it’s just painful cramping.

He assumes it’s probably different for Omegas. God, he can’t imagine.

They clean up a bit and try to rest before the next round, content to hold each other and look after their smaller packmates. The heat ends up resurging an hour later, and reaches its peak late that night— all three Omegas insatiable without a knot inside of them constantly.

By the end of the third day, all six of them have fallen into a near-feral state. Probably for the best. Tony finds himself hip to hip with his Alpha and Beta, fucking their mates from behind over and over again. His head is constantly filled with need and satisfied and loved— a mixture that’s as intoxicating as it is dizzying. And he adds to it, losing himself in each of them.

On the fifth day, they all wake up sticky and sore. Tony is absolutely surrounded by warmth, to the point where he’s uncomfortably sweaty. His arms are wrapped around— he looks down, surprised— Bucky. And then it’s like inception, because Annie is wrapped up in Bucky’s arms, so Tony is technically holding both Omegas. He looks over his shoulder and sees Clint snoring into Steve’s hair. Peter is nowhere to be found.

It’s a bit of work to untangle himself from the pack, but he manages to shift Bucky over into Clint’s arms and slip free. The sound of a running shower leads him to the bathroom, and he follows in search of his wayward mate.

He realizes that it isn't the shower running, but instead the whirlpool bath that he bought last month. It fits ten people comfortably and has a full waterfall— easily his favorite purchase in the last month.

Peter is facing away from him, bending over to test the water temperature as the bath fills. If Tony wasn’t completely drained from the long heat, the view of his gorgeous mate— completely naked and covered in evidence of their love-making— would have him hard in seconds.

As it is, he approaches quietly, letting the sound of falling water hide his footsteps. He notices that Peter is absently playing with the collar around his neck and can feel the low thrumming joy from his end of the bond. Tony tries to project pride, so enamored by his soulmate, and Peter whips around to face him.

“I—” Peter croaks, clearing his throat, “I felt that, Tony. How did you—”

Tony just shakes his head, “I just… pushed it at you. I felt. I felt so proud of you, baby. I saw you in my collar and wearing my marks and I just—”

“I know, Daddy,” Peter interrupts, smiling and bouncing on the balls of his feet, “I felt it all. I could feel you, the things you felt, when watching me. How does that even happen?”

“I’m not sure, baby. I’ve never known someone with a bond like this. It could just be us— maybe Bucky and Steve as well— since we’re soul bonded. It could be due to the pack bond. I honestly don’t know.”

Peter just smiles, looping his arms around Tony’s neck and leaning in for a sweet kiss. He tastes minty, and something about that makes Tony laugh. He can’t believe Peter had time to brush his teeth already.

No doubt Peter feels the amusement, and he pulls away, “What is it, Daddy?”

Tony laughs again, pushing Peter towards the bath, “Just love how you taste, my sweet boy. Let’s get in the bath, okay? I’d love to help wash you up.”

Peter just nods, “Of course, Daddy,” he whispers, pulling Tony into the deeper water. He settles into Tony’s lap, resting his head against his shoulder as they share in the simple intimacy. There’s little conversation— but most of it is through their bond as they enjoy figuring out the lengths of their connection together.

Because they’re focused on it, it’s easy to notice when Annie and Bucky wake up. They also sense the residual disgustboth Omegas feel, and the curiosity when they hear the bath running.

As the two other Omegas wander into the bathroom, holding hands and sides pressed together, Tony just pulls Peter closer.

They’ll wait for Steve and Clint to join them later. Tony knows their Alpha is going to want to “debrief,” and things might get loud. Or emotional.

He knows that they’ll have a wonderful honeymoon period, that this summer will be new and exciting. Tony also can tell that things are going to get difficult— Steve will have to go back to work, putting his life on the line often, even if he can be transferred within his super secret military division.

Clint is still dealing with insecurities— as is Tony— and Peter will be going back to school in the fall. Annie and Bucky will be working in the city, but both of them have already been talking about starting a family.

He’s aware that the six of them haven’t had a scene altogether. Most of them haven’t met each other’s families.

It’s messy. It’s complicated.

There are guidelines, and help books, and pages and pages of kink negotiation lists— but, Tony realizes, that’s not what’s going to make this work. The emotion and the sex are not going to hold them together. Their bond is weak in the face of the strength of their relationship.

Love will waver, moods will vary— but commitment to serving one another is the foundation their relationship will grow out of.

And this morning, as he holds his mate and melts into the warmth of his newly bonded pack, Tony resolves to serve them selflessly.

Wait, what?  

“But, Tony, my work–”

“Taken care of, baby,” Tony smirks and glances over in time to see Peter’s face shift from confused, to concerned, and back to confused, “Don’t worry, I’ve been missing you lately and thought it would be nice to get away for the weekend. Besides, Clint and Annie already packed you a bag.”

Peter gasps and grips on to Tony’s arm, over the gear shift, “Are you serious? Where are we going?”

Tony gives his hand a squeeze in return, “A surprise, sweetheart, you’ll see.”

A surprise, as Tony puts it, ends up being a plane flight to his family’s villa in Valencia. When their car pulls out of the airport, heading towards the coast, the sun has just started peaking over the water. Tony wakes the dozing Omega, herding him towards the rear patio, and tipping the driver extra for bringing their bags inside. He settles his sleepy mate in front of him on one of the ocean-facing lounge chairs to watch the sunrise.

“Tony,” Peter sighs in between a yawn, “I can’t believe you would do this for me.”

Tony shifts them around so he can look into Peter’s eyes when he answers, “Peter, I would move oceans, dismantle governments, and give you the moon if I thought it would make you happy,” eyes glassy with prickling tears, Peter moves to interrupt, but Tony continues, “My beautiful Omega, I’m sorry I haven’t proposed, but you know you mean everything to me, right? I know you’ll have Steve at the center of his pack, but I swear: you are my true love.” Peter sucks in a breath as Tony asks, “Will you be mine, Peter?”

Mouth hanging open, Peter glances down to where Tony has pulled out a velvet black box, opening the lid to reveal both a silver ring and a delicate silver necklace. As Peter inspects further, he sees that the necklace has a small lock at the clasp, and the ring is some sort of electronic key to–

Oh. It’s a– oh.

“Y-yours?” Peter looks up and touches his own throat, question clear in his tone.

Tony reaches down and picks up the necklace– no, the collar,– and turns it so Peter can see the inscription engraved.

Tony Stark.

Simple, yet clear possession. And Peter doesn’t even hesitate in lowering his neck, presenting the back for Tony to clasp the silver chain into place. Tony lets out a rumble of approval, and Peter looks up through his eyelashes to see the Dominant Beta’s eyes darken .

“Da–”  

Peter freezes as he realizes what name almost slipped from his lips, and Tony tightens his grip on the Omega, “Shit, baby— what did you call me?”

Peter shakes his head in refusal, but Tony grips onto his chin, “Peter, look at me,” and at the command his Omega lifts his eyes, tears forming at the edges, and whimpers quietly, shaking in Tony’s arms. Damn. “Baby? Do you want–”

“No, T-tony I’m sorry, I didn’t,” hiccup , “didn’t mean it, I’m so sorr–”

“Shh,” Tony brushes his thumb over Peter’s soft, pink lips, silencing his protests, “Don’t apologize, baby. Not for that, never for that.” He leans down to dot a kiss onto Peter’s nose, taking in Peter’s  DevestatedFearShame scent and deciding quickly how to put his sweet mate at ease.

“Peter, do you want to be my Submissive? To wear my collar?”

“... yes, Sir.”

Shit. He closes his eyes briefly to maintain some sense of control. “Peter, do you want me to be your Dominant?”

Peter’s eyes widen, “Yes, please, Sir.”

“Peter– do you want me to be your Daddy?”

Peter’s eyes flutter shut, as he hiccups again and frantically nods his head, “yes, yes please, yes,”

“Open your eyes, baby. Yes, who?”

Peter’s eyes shoot open–

“To- neeeey,” he whines, turning fully to face the Beta, “thank god, I’m dying. I can’t go on.”

There are a few snickers from other scientists in the lab, but Peter could care less as he watches Tony’s face crumble, “Oh sweet baby, come here,” and he opens his arms, pulling Peter in for a hug.

It only lasts a few moments, but Peter absorbs as much of Tony’s scent as he can while the Beta rocks him back and forth, stroking down his back and kissing whispered reassurances into his hair. He holds onto Tony’s tie, using it as leverage to stand up and nose around his collarbone.

Tony laughs and murmurs, “That tickles, Pete,” but Peter ignores him, dotting small kisses up the side up his neck until he can smell HappyArousedCalm coming off of his Beta.

There’s a hitch in Tony’s breath after Peter nibbles on his pulse point, “Need something from me, Omega?”

Peter hums, even as Tony pulls away slightly, “Yes, Beta,” he pauses as Tony tilts his head expectantly, “I need you to take me home.”

Peter hums, even as Tony pulls away slightly, “Yes, Beta,” he pauses as Tony tilts his head expectantly, “I need you to take me home.”

He watches Tony laugh, stepping back and looping an arm over Peter’s shoulders, before calling out to the room, vaguely, “Whoever’s in charge here, I’m taking him home. Because I’m actually in charge here. Okay— have a good weekend, goodbye.”

He’s towed away, barely sparing a second to grab his phone and shut down his station. They practically run out of the building— holding hands and laughing wildly as they throw their jackets into the back of Tony’s car and jump in the front seats.

“So— what are we doing with the long weekend, Tony?”

Tony starts the car, pulling out into the city, “I thought we’d go out for dinner and spend the evening in with our pack— how does that sound?”

“ Ooo,” Peter claps his hands, “that sounds perfect, Tony, oh my goodness. What do you have in mind?”

“How does seafood sound? I have a place I’ve been dying to take you.”

Peter turns, grabbing his boyfriend’s arm, “Where? Tony, where are we going?”

“Nope, not this time,” Tony shakes his head, weak, “it’s gonna be a surprise, dammit.”

“I’ll get it out of you— no secret is safe around me, Tony Stark.”

He winks and blows a kiss when Tony looks over, and the man looks terrified. Peter laughs, pulling a pair of sunglasses out of the center console and reclining back in the seat. It’s a little chilly still in early April, but the change of season means more sun, and the Omega is happy to roll up his dress shirt sleeves and bask in it like a pampered cat.

The drive passes comfortably and Peter adores sitting next to his handsome Beta— the whole world seeing that Tony is spoken for and claimed by the young Omega on his arm. Peter never thought he’d want to be a trophy Omega— and, technically, he isn’t— but something about being pampered and loved by the most powerful man in New York City has him preening where he sits.

He’s thankful the windows are down, or Tony would be able to smell it on him.

They pull around 59th and up to the curb across from Central Park. Tony exits the driver’s side, throws his keys to a waiting driver, and rounds the car to open Peter’s door. He steps out and grabs their jackets from the back seat, handing over Tony’s as the two of them link arms and hop onto the sidewalk.

“Where to, Tony?” he blinks up at his date, smiling innocently.

Tony hums, distracted, “Marea, just through the—”

“— Aha! —”

“— dammit! No! That doesn’t count!”

“Yes it does! I win,” Peter skips forward, doing a little dance in victory.

He feels Tony catch him around the waist, nuzzling into his neck, and knows the Beta is enjoying his HappyOmega scent. The two of them joke and tease for the rest of the walk into the restaurant, but Peter notices something as they walk through the door to be seated.

“Uh, Tony?”

“Yeah, Pete?”

“Where is everyone?” he asks, gesturing around the empty room.

Tony looks around and gives him a suspiciously innocent face, “Well... they may not be open, officially, for another hour.”

He tries to pull them further into the room, but Peter is frozen— speechless.

“Don’t give me that look, baby, I made some calls today and everything’s set, I’m paying for the extra hour, the service and the meals—”

“Tony,”

“— and even extra for the inconvenience, okay? I just wanted to treat you—”

Peter grabs his shirt collar, shutting him up with a kiss. Tony inhales against Peter’s lips and immediately takes control, snaking his hands up into Peter’s hair and pulling gently, tipping his head back to deepen the kiss. Their lips move together, perfectly synchronized, and Peter opens his mouth in an invitation. Tony just chuckles— briefly licking underneath his upper lip before pulling away and looking at Peter with a mixture of awe and amusement.

“You never have to justify treating me, Tony. I feel so special when you do,” Peter reaches up to brush his fingers through Tony’s short hair, feeling safe and warm in his hold.

The older man just grins, eyes bright, and leads them to their seats. Right in the center of the Ravello Room, their table has been set and lit with candles— a bottle of wine is chilling in an ice bath, and the maître d' stands nearby, greeting them and explaining the menu for the afternoon.

When she walks away, Tony reaches over and grabs Peter’s hand. They sit like this through the first two courses, and Peter’s content to share each of them with Tony, even if that means being basically hand fed by his boyfriend.

And it’s pretty hard to hand feed someone oysters.

The food is incredible, though, and their conversation is even better. Peter tries not to complain about work and school, but even when he inevitably does, Tony is patient and listens. He asks questions when necessary, and they even work through a few solutions to tougher problems together.

“I guess... I wish a few of the things with our pack were more definite,” Peter picks at his meal, separating the shrimp from the pasta.

“What do you mean, baby?” Tony asks, reaching over to steal a piece of shrimp.

Peter tries to defend his plate, jabbing at Tony’s hand with his fork, but misses. His pout deepens, “I dunno. I wish it wasn’t still up in the air who’s going to bond. I wish I knew how synchronizing goes, with our heats. I wish there was more communication about sex, and scenes, and who’s comfortable with what. I wish I knew the timeline,” he shakes his head, finally putting his fork down, “I don’t know, Tony, it just feels so out of control most of the time, I don’t know how to handle it.”

“I don’t think you can control it, sweetheart. There are six different people in this pack, and fifteen different individual relationships. Plus, two unique pack dynamics that need to merge. It’s uncomfortable, Petey, and it’s gonna take time.”

“I know that, Tony, it’s just… I’m supposed to be the center of this pack, and some days I don’t even know if you want to bond with me, so how—”

“I do.”

“— am I… what?”

“I do want to bond with you. God, I want nothing more in the world,” Tony reaches up to cup his cheek, “I can’t believe you doubted that, Peter. You know I love you, right?”

“I… I don’t…”

Tony’s eyes start to tear up, and he looks absolutely devastated, “I’m so sorry, baby. Dammit— I love you. I am completely gone on you. Every day I have to stop myself from keeping you all to myself; running away and starting a familial pack, just the two of us. There are so many steps: mating and bonding and collaring and marrying, and Peter— I want them all with you.”

Peter’s vision is blurry, tears falling freely as he frantically tries to wipe them away, “Tony, I— I had no idea. You never… we didn’t… I just assumed that we were getting there, you know? I’ve never been in love before, Tony—”

“It’s okay, Peter, you don’t have to—”

“— but I am in love with you. God, we’re stupid, aren’t we?” both of them laugh, wet and joyful, “everything’s just so confusing right now.”

“I know, baby, I know,” Tony coos, pulling on Peter’s wrist until he’s up, out of his seat, and moving to sit across Tony’s lap. He loves that when he sits like this and curls up, his head fits perfectly under Tony’s chin, and his mate’s arms wrap soundly around his waist.

“Da— Tony,” Peter whines, barely catching the slip up— not time for that conversation yet, Pete— as Tony holds him tighter.

“Need me to help you, baby?” Tony murmurs right next to his ear, making him shiver, “you know, you don’t have to do it all alone.”

“I know— Steve is supposed to help—”

“Not just Steve,” Tony grips his arms, looking him in the eye, “all of us. Especially me. I want to help you. Will you let me?”

It’s a heavy question, Peter knows. He knows that he needs help— but trusting someone else to do the work and do it right… only Clint, Annie and May are close enough for that. And barely so. It takes a lot for Peter to trust, it’s uncomfortable. But if he claims to love Tony—

“Yes, Beta. I need— I need your help.”

The restaurant around them is forgotten as Tony whispers, “Good boy,” and Peter starts to float, only tethered down by the warmth of his mate’s arms, the scent of Cinnamon and smoky Bonfires holding him together.

“Eat this, baby,” and he opens his mouth, biting down obediently. It’s chocolatey and creamy and crunchy— he has to focus on chewing, and Tony’s fingers around his mouth and on his arms are helping to pull him back up. “Stay up for me, Peter. I’m gonna talk and then we’ll have a conversation, baby.”

Peter finds himself switching focus between eating the dessert and following Tony’s story about… his mom? And a secret hideout?

“— mom could never find me, but, I don’t know, I don’t think she ever tried, you know? It wasn’t that hard to find.”

“She probably knew and just wanted you to have a place to yourself,” Peter mumbles into Tony’s neck.

Tony pulls him away, holding him at arm’s length and looking into his eyes for a long moment.

“You up, Pete? Ready to talk?” he asks, and Peter nods, moving to get off Tony’s lap. The older Beta lets him, and Tony stands up to move their chairs closer together. When Peter sits down, Tony immediately takes his hand and continues eating like nothing happened.

“Okay— I’m gonna start. First, we need to talk about your pack Pete. I know Bucky’s gonna want to bond with everyone, he’s told me as much, but especially you and Annie need to decide who you’re bonding with. Have you talked to Steve at all about it?”

“Yes, we’ve been going on dates, and... everything is so natural with Steve, which I guess makes sense since we’re so compatible,” he pauses, thoughtful, “I think I want to bond with everyone, too. I can’t speak for Annie, but I think you and Steve are the only ones who she’s hesitant about.”

“I get that. Have the three of you talked about going to the O clinic?”

Peter gives an affirmative hum, “Yes, but Tony… I don’t think Bucky’s ever been. I mentioned going together, and he looked so confused.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.” Tony chuckles to himself, eating the last bit of his mousse and wiping his mouth with a napkin, “I’ve never seen him go to an Omega doctor… I think he’s had a semi-permanent suppressant implant since he presented.”

“Well, yes. I do, too, but hasn’t he been sexually active with multiple partners for like… years? You’re saying he’s never had a pregnancy scare? Never had an internal exam or pap—”

“Uh… I don’t—”

“What about an STD test, Tony? Have any of you guys ever been tested? I swear, what on earth were you doing before us—”

“Okay, okay— to be fair, it’s worked so far. And Steve makes us all go to our primary care and the dentist once a year. It’s like… hell week. When all of us have appointments.”

Peter buries his face in his arms, groaning at the utter idiocy of his future bondmates, “Thank god I met you, Tony. You guys are worse than Clint,” he laughs a little bit, picking up his head and glancing over at his properly chastised boyfriend.

Reaching out, he gives Tony a boop on the nose, startling him out of his sad expression, “I’ll talk to Bucky, okay? Annie and I are going to the O clinic next week, and we’ll help him make an appointment. They’re flexible about pack stuff, I think. And… I guess we’ll talk to the doctor about the steps we need to take to bond.”

Tony makes a flicking motion with his hand, and Peter sees the maître d' walk across the room and silently collect the black card Tony hands her.

“Sounds good. Let’s talk about the rest on the way back, okay? I’m gonna call Steve and see if he wants us to pick them up anything to eat.”

While Tony makes the call, Peter thinks through a few of the questions he has. He’s thankful for their overall dynamic and compatibility, but there are so many variables and unspoken limits—

“Tony?” Peter tries to interrupt, tapping on his arm, “hey, Tony? Can I talk to Steve?”

“Yeah, hold on,” Tony responds, turning back to the call, “yeah, Steve? Peter wants to talk to you… okay, okay here he is,” Tony hands over the phone with a brief, “here ya go, baby.”

“Hey, Steve?”

“Hi sweetheart! What’s going on?” Steve sounds like he’s in the car, probably heading home from work.

Peter glances at Tony’s questioning expression before answering Steve, “Nothing bad, Alpha, no worries,” he ducks his head, a little embarrassed at his small smile. The low rumbly voice hasn’t failed to affect him yet, “I’m wondering if we could have a talk tonight. You know, as a pack.”

“Of course, Peter. What do you want to talk about?”

“I think we need to discuss sex,” Peter says, bluntly, and has to keep himself from laughing as Tony’s eyes almost pop out of his head, “specifically, we need to talk about scenes and dynamics— especially before everyone bonds this summer.”

He hears Steve clear his throat before responding, “O— okay, sweetheart. We can do that. Do you feel comfortable leading this conversation tonight?”

“Yes, Alpha, I’d like that.”

“Okay, thank you for bringing this up, Peter. Bucky mentioned something similar this week, but I just haven’t thought too much about it. You’re stepping into this role so beautifully, Peter, and I’m constantly awed by you.”

“Oh— well...” Peter feels his face flame red, and he puts a hand up to hide from Tony, “th— thank you, Alpha.”

Steve laughs— a low, rumbling sound even over the phone, “You deserve it, sweet Omega. Let me talk to Tony, and I’ll see you tonight.”

Peter mumbles his goodbye and basically throws the phone back to Tony, who takes it with a curious look, “What did you say to him, Alpha? He smells so sweet… oh, really? Mhm… I know he is, he’s my soulmate, Steve…”

After that, Peter tunes out the conversation and hides his face in his hands. These doms are really trying to kill him with the constant praise. They haven’t even had a proper scene together— he hasn’t even kissed Steve, for goodness sake— and they are already onto the things that make him tick. Is he really that transparent?

On the way back home, Tony stops briefly to pick up a take-out order of Chinese food. They don’t talk about the pack again— but it’s okay. Peter feels like everything that needs to be said will be brought up tonight.

---

One of his favorite things about their combined pack is spending evenings together. All six packmates sit in the living room, eating take-out and sharing quiet conversation. Every so often, an innocent argument will break out— usually between Tony and Clint— and the volume level will raise. But for the most part, all of them are content to touch, and eat, and snuggle in close stillness.

“Did Bucky pick out these couches?” Annie asks, sitting on the loveseat with Steve while the other four packmates squish together on the larger couch. She keeps grabbing his muscles, and Peter can tell their Alpha loves showing off for the pretty Omega.

Bucky is sitting on the floor, leaning back in between Tony’s legs. Both Betas have an arm around Peter, and he sits in the middle of them on the couch, reaching over every so often to play with Bucky’s hair.

The question makes Bucky look up, jostling the couch behind him and almost overturning Clint’s bowl.

Tony answers first, “Kind of. We all picked out the furniture together, but Bucky did have the final say.”

“Damn right I did,” Bucky says around a mouthful of noodles, “gotta be comfy for the whole pack. Tony wanted these ugly leather things,”

“Hey! They were tasteful—”

“— I’d rather sit on a concrete slab, Tony, they were so bad—”

“Steve, you liked the leather couches, right?” Tony tries to get the Alpha’s support,

“Uh,” Steve looks between his packmates, “I liked them until Bucky vetoed.”

Bucky lets out a whoop! in victory, and both Clint and Annie dissolve into laughter as Tony sinks back into the couch, pulling Peter in close for comfort.

Tony turns to Peter, “You like my couches, don’t you, baby?”

Shifting to face the Beta, Peter makes a small cooing noise while reaching up to stroke his hair, “I love you, Tony— but I’m on Bucky’s side. I like these ones.”

With a gasp, Tony practically dumps Peter off the couch, “Betrayal! My own mate betrays me!”

Bucky finishes pulling him off the couch, hauling the smaller Omega into his lap with a greasy kiss on the cheek. Peter can’t help but giggle as his Beta pouts and lets Clint pull him in for a hug, whispering to Tony that no, leather couches actually sound fuckin’ awesome.

Peter turns sideways, looping his arms around Bucky’s waist and tangling their legs together as Bucky continues to eat. He feels a familiar hand in his hair and hums, happy to have Tony’s touch back, even if it’s reluctant.

After another half an hour, Annie and Steve get up to clear the dishes, talking softly and spending a few extra minutes in the kitchen cleaning up. Peter takes this as his cue to start their conversation. He moves to a large, chaise barrel chair, facing the couches, and waits for everyone to grab their drinks and settle down.

When Steve walks back in the room, Peter extends his hand— an invitation that the Alpha takes and gently rearranges them to sit together on the sofa. He watches as Clint opens his arms and Annie runs to join the rest of the pack on the long couch.

The room gradually quiets down, and Steve clears his throat, getting their attention. Peter gives him a quick peck on the cheek and addresses their pack, “So I realized today, while I was talking to Tony, that we should probably have a serious talk about sex before moving in together and bonding, uh... forever.”

A few of them chuckle, but the room feels uncomfortable. Peter looks to Steve for help,

“Yeah, so it’s gonna be important that we have open communication about this,” Steve continues, “especially ‘cause our separate packs already have established dynamics and such. Uh,” he looks at Peter, shrugging, “maybe it would be easiest to talk now about personal preferences for scenes, and later we can share official limits? I have paperwork!”

Both Bucky and Clint groan— causing Steve to roll his eyes— but Tony interjects, giving Peter a secret wink, “Should we update our existing papers, Steve, or just use the old ones?”

“Probably update them. I assume you guys have your own contracts, right?” he asks, turning to Peter.

“Yes, but it’s mostly non-intimate stuff. We only scene if I really need to go down, and we rarely do intimate scenes,” both Clint and Annie nod in agreement, “Oh! Plus we’ll need to talk about heats, too.”

“Have y’all hadda heat together yet?” Bucky asks, motioning toward Annie and Peter.

Annie answers, “No, we’ve both been on suppressants since before we met. I only had three heats before I went on them.”

“I only had one— I presented late,” Peter adds,

Bucky nods, “Okay, yeah I only had one in high school.”

“And none of you have shared a heat with someone before?” Tony asks, giving Bucky’s shoulders a squeeze.

There’s a resounding no from all the Omegas, and Steve lets out a long exhale, “Are you guys plannin’ on goin’ to the Omega clinic?”

“Yeah,” Annie confirms, “we have an appointment on Monday.”

Peter looks over at Bucky who’s looking back at him with wide, uncertain eyes, “Can you come with us, Bucky? That way we can talk to the doctor together.”

“Yeah, I’ve just… I’ve never—”

“It’s okay,” Peter stops him, “we’ll do it together.”

Tony reaches down and pulls Bucky up by the armpits, earning a squawk of surprise as he’s wrestled into Tony’s lap. Everyone laughs a bit as Bucky struggles and eventually submits to Tony’s hold on his waist, relaxing with a sigh.

The rest of the conversation is awkward, but easy. Each of them talk a little bit about their orientation and what they prefer in their current pack dynamics. For Peter, it’s interesting to hear from his Versatile packmates about their experiences swinging dominant and submissive. Bucky has spent almost six years being Steve’s submissive and three years submitting to both his Alpha and Beta, so it’s uncomfortable and different for him to be dominant in a relationship, since he’s never had to dominante a partner before.

In contrast, both Annie and Clint have experiences swinging both ways in their relationship with each other and with Peter. Clint has reservations about permanently swinging dominant, because of his past with abusive dominants, and similarly doesn’t want to swing permanently submissive. Annie feels comfortable both ways, which is something Peter already knew. She is very vocal about her preferences.

Peter shares about what it’s like to be a SubOmega, and his preferences during a scene— which, at this point, are very few. He lost his virginity to Clint and Annie, and has never taken a knot before. He smells SmugHornyAlpha coming off of Steve after this confession, and giggles slightly as Steve shamefully apologizes.

Steve and Tony both keep their time short. Peter knows a bit about Tony’s past, and knows he’s been in an intimate and unique familial pack before. Steve and Bucky have both been in other relationships, but only Steve was sexually active before they officially got together.

Possibly the most interesting part of the conversation is learning about how Steve and Tony balance being Dominant over the same Submissive.

“I think the most important part is to realize that Dominant, Submissive, or Versatile, the purpose of our orientation is all the same: service to others,” Steve explains, holding Peter tight around the waist, “so whether it’s five Doms and one Sub in a room, or a balanced pairing— Tony, Bucky, and I have all decided to love and serve each other. To put one another first. And because of this, our scenes are always fun and satisfying.”

“Ya soun’ like ‘n infomercial, Stevie,” Bucky mumbles, eyes blinking slowly— dangerously close to sleep.

“Shaddup, jerk— you know it’s true. Our scenes always build trust and support between us. And that’s what I want for our intimate pack.”

A few voices hum their agreement, but with a glance around the room, Peter realizes most of them are falling asleep. He yawns and pulls on Steve’s sleeve, getting his attention.

“Alpha, can we finish this later?”

Steve hums, distracted, and then suddenly focuses, his hum shifting— changing to a deep, rumbling growl. It startles Peter into looking up, and the Alpha’s eyes are half-lidded, dark and intense. Peter’s breath picks up. He watches as Steve moves closer, reeling him in, and leans to press his nose against the base of Peter’s throat.

Peter keens, and lets his body go limp in the strong, safe arms of his Alpha. He feels each of their breaths align, he feels their hearts beat together. He’s not sure what he smells like right now, but assumes it compliments Steve’s ProudContentStrongAlpha scent pretty well.

It doesn’t matter, though, because there’s a cloud at his back.

Gentle fingers run through his hair.

He feels the shuffle of clothes against his skin.

Floating, weightless.

---

It’s light when he wakes up again, surrounded by warmth and the sound of gentle snoring. He knows who he wishes were next to him, breathing into his neck. Drooling down his neck.

“Clint, my god,” Peter pushes at the big Beta, trying to get him to roll over, but only gets a loud snore in response.

He flops back down and tries to scoot the other way, happy to burrow into Annie’s soft curves, trailing his freezing fingertips up her hips and underneath her t-shirt—

She gasps awake, “Peter! Dammit!” and tries to squirm away from him as he cackles, waking Clint up with a snort.

“Wha— what,” Clint flails around, aimless, as Annie shoves Peter his way. One of his arms catches Peter across the back of the head, and the small Omega yelps in pain.

“Ouch, Clint. The hell?”

“Aw, poor baby,” Annie coos, pulling Peter into an octopus embrace and incidentally shoving his face right in between her breasts, “I’ll make it better.”

Mngh mmngh mngghh, Peter tries to beg Annie, and she finally releases him to heave a deep breath of relief, “You trying to kill me, woman?”

“No, Petey, just suffocate you a little bit.” Annie gives him a shark’s grin and starts to crawl towards him on her knees. He retreats, scrambling backwards until his back hits Clint’s chest and the Beta pulls his arms behind his back, holding him still.

Peter struggles, grunting, “Hey! What is this? Let me go, Clint,” but there’s no mercy as Annie finally reaches him, kneeling between his legs and leaning forward to kiss his nose.

“Wanna play, bunny?” she purrs, trailing a finger down his chest, clothed in a loose t-shirt, down to the waistband of his tight, black briefs. He can’t take his eyes off her face, and finds himself nodding in a daze, entranced by her wicked smile.

She looks over his shoulder and tilts her head at Clint, and he stutters, “P— please, Omega,” the desperation in his tone making Peter tremble.

“Good boy, birdy,” Annie mocks him, reaching around Peter to run a hand up Clint’s thigh and settling over his boxers, in between where he’s pressed up against Peter’s ass. She crawls a little closer, grabbing Peter’s chin and tipping his head up to look at her, “gimme a color, little bunny. Want me to make you both feel good— use his body to make you come?”

Peter struggles to blink, and his sight goes crossed for a second as he mewls, “Green, Omega.”

She keeps eye contact with Peter and asks Clint, “How about you, baby bird? Gonna keep you on edge, share your body with our sweet bunny, and control your pleasure. Color?”

Clint is physically shaking behind him, and he barely whispers, “Green, Omega, please,” before Annie is encouraging him to lean back against the headboard, shifting to hold Peter’s arms even further behind his back.

His Omega grabs him around the hips, and uses her knees to keep his legs spread.

“Strip him, birdy.”

The command is sharp and has Clint moving instantly, yanking Peter’s shirt up over his chest, and effortlessly moving his arms and legs to pull the shirt and his briefs off completely. Peter doesn’t have a moment to shy away from his Omega’s stare, because his arms are restrained again and she’s spreading his legs wide.

Clint’s breathing heavy on the back of his neck, and he can feel the Beta’s hardness pressed up against his back through the thin layer of boxer shorts, rutting against him lightly.

It seems that his Omega knows this, because she orders Clint’s clothes off next. Once they’re naked and rearranged to her liking, she runs a finger down Peter’s waist, scratching gently through the sparse hair above his cock, and feels underneath his balls, humming thoughtfully at the mess of slick she finds there.

He squirms as her small fingers trace around his rim, panting and throwing his head back at the tease. He hears her laugh and tries to hide his face in Clint’s neck, instead getting a whiff of HornyDesperateBeta scent from his mate.

His Omega dips the tip of one finger into his hole, up to the first knuckle.

“Play with his little titties, birdy,” she instructs, and immediately Clint readjusts his grip on Peter’s arms so that he can pinch and tug on the smaller man’s nipples.

“Oh, dammit, Omega more, please,” he begs, bucking into the torture across his sensitive chest and grinding down onto the finger inside of him.

“Patient, sweet bunny,” she shushes, pulling her finger out and swiping three of them through the slick leaking out of him. She lifts up her hand, acting surprised, “wow, feeling needy, little bunny rabbit? How about a taste?”

He nods his head yes, opening his mouth wide, but his Omega just shakes her head with a fake, sad pout, “Aw, baby— not for you,” and he watches as she reaches over, and—

— and feeds his slick, finger by finger, into Clint’s open mouth.

“That’s my good baby bird,” she coos, pushing her fingers in and slowly fucking his face with her hand. His eyes close in pleasure as he sucks desperately, eager to get all of Peter’s taste off of her fingers.

Peter whines as Clint pinches his nipple a little too hard, and his Omega turns her attention back to him.

“Hungry, baby bunny? Need something in your mouth?”

“Yes, Omega, please— anything, ‘m so empty—” he begs, and his Omega shushes him.

“Put your fingers in his mouth, birdy. I’m gonna put him on your cock.”

Both of them groan at her words, and he can feel Clint twitch against his back. The Beta reaches up and hooks two fingers into the side of his mouth, pulling slightly and forcing his head to tip backwards. He releases Peter’s arms and uses his left hand to flick across his nipples. Peter grabs at his thighs, desperate for control.

His Omega uses the distraction to work a second finger back into his hole, twisting and scissoring until Peter is grinding down, rhythmically, against her hand. His tiny, Omega cock is rock hard, and Clint has started alternating between flicking his nipples and his cockhead, making him cry out in torment.

She adds a third, and he begs around Clint’s fingers, “Oh— Omega, I can’t, please. Please, I need. I need—”

“Hush, baby bunny,” she shushes him, and Clint pushes his fingers deeper into Peter’s mouth, giving his cock a pinch with his other hand. Their Omega wipes away a few of his tears and pulls her fingers free, “why don’t you lift up, bunny?”

It’s torture. He can barely move, and his arms are trembling where they hold onto Clint’s thighs. After trying twice and failing to pick himself up, tears are flowing freely from his eyes and he looks to his Omega, blubbering, “I— I can’t,” sobs, “O— omega, please, I can’t!”

“Help him, birdy,” she instructs, leaning back to watch as Clint moves his hands down, cups under his ass, and effortlessly lifts him up. He cries harder, humiliated, as he feels Clint’s cock line up with his fluttering, empty hole.

There’s a soft hand on his cheek, and he realizes his Omega is waiting for something. He blinks through his tears, opening and closing his mouth— unsure of what she wants.

He must make a sad noise, because she’s quick to repeat, “It’s ok, Peter. Can you give me a color?”

Oh, okay. “Green, ‘mega,” he slurs, trying to give her a reassuring smile, and hears Clint whisper his agreement.

“Good boys, so good for me. Alright, birdy— you can lower him. Slowly.”

Peter lets his body go limp, helpless, as he’s worked slowly onto Clint’s cock. He feels every inch as his body is split in half for his Omega’s pleasure. For his pleasure.

Clint is shaking and panting, whimpering cries of please, Omega and holy fuck.

After a few long, agonizing moments, Peter is fully settled into Clint’s lap. The Beta is still cursing, and moves his hands from Peter’s hips to underneath his knees, pulling his legs back and exposing him wide.

“Fuck, Petey, how are you so fuckin’ tight, my god,” Clint breaths into his neck, and Peter rests his head back against the larger man’s shoulder, relaxing in his arms.

He feels a hand stroke up his tummy, and across his chest. His arms are moved again and settled onto the top of the headboard with a command of, “hold on tight, bunny.”

All of his focus is on obeying the command, so he almost misses his Omega’s next instructions—

“Baby bunny— you can come as many times as you’d like—”

— Peter whines in relief—

“— and baby bird, you can fuck him now,” Clint sighs, “but don’t you dare come, do you understand me?”

“Fuck, holy shit—” Clint curses, “green, Omega. Green, oh my god.”

The first thrust takes him by surprise. It’s almost like a levee breaks, something that was holding Clint’s hips back, and he pulls Peter up by his knees— like a fucking cocksleeve— and slams him back down on his cock with a howl.

All Peter can do is hold on as Clint begins an unforgiving pace, chasing his own pleasure. He feels the hands on his skin, the praises rolling over him, and he tries to say something but can’t, buried under pleasure and praise and—

— and he almost loses his grip on the headboard as his orgasm shakes through him. His lips open and close in a wordless plea as he clenches down on the thick cock still hammering into his hole, slapping wet against his ass.

His Omega moans her encouragement, “Fuck, baby, so good for me. Come for me baby bunny, so pretty, so good,” and he faintly feels her lips, her tongue, tracing around his cock and cleaning up the clear cum pouring out.

“Shit, Omega, I’m— I’m close, fuck,” Clint curses, still moving inside Peter even as he starts to shake from overstimulation.

“Absolutely not,” their Omega commands, standing up on the bed to move them. Clint drops Peter with a heave, both of them groaning as he bottoms out, and their Omega carefully moves his hands off the headboard, setting them back on Clint’s hips. She looks down into Peter’s eyes and then into Clint’s, “two more orgasms, birdy. Two more times— either me or him— and I’ll let you come.”

She kicks a leg over, stradling Clint’s face, and Peter realizes that at some point she took her panties off but left her shirt on. She’s beautiful, and he tries to say as much. Sadly, it just comes out as a choked gasp.

Clint’s pleas turn into moans as their Omega settles on his face, grinding down against his mouth with a firm grip in his hair. Using him. Clint flails, grabbing at Peter’s knees, and picks up where he left off, lifting him up and dropping him fully onto his cock, over and over.

Peter struggles to keep his eyes open, staring up at the vision of Clint licking, hungry into his Omega, but spiraling quickly, floating higher as he feels his orgasm build again.

Knock, knock.

“Fuck!” his Omega curses, and slaps Clint’s shoulder when he slows his pace, “keep going, they’ll go away.”

Clint hums and picks up his pace when—

Knock, knock, knock.

“Dammit,” their Omega jumps off of Clint’s face and looks into his eyes, “keep fucking him. There’s a reward in it for you if he comes before I get back,” and she jumps off the bed, grabbing a pair of their boxers on the way.

Clint resumes his pace, gathering both of Peter’s legs together in one of his long arms and using his free hand to turn Peter’s face, capturing his lips in a wet, sloppy kiss. Peter can taste their Omega on his lips, and suddenly his orgasm is right there.

“Clin’ oh, uh, uh, ‘m gonna,” he tries to warn, but it more or less comes out as a high pitched squeal.

“Yeah, pretty Omega, come on. Come for me. Come on Peter, give it to me, fuck, you feel so damn good, baby—”

His eyes roll back as the second orgasm overtakes him, shaking through his legs and bursting out of his chest in a desperate wail. Clint’s thrusts slow back down, but he barely feels them. He opens and closes his fingers, trying to hold on, and fails, floating high above his body. Below his body.

There’s a release of pressure.

Warmth shifts from his back to his side.

Small wet noises and low rumbles of begging.

His eyes blink open, soft and slow. He feels light. He feels empty.

As his vision starts to swim into focus, he realizes his Omega has moved him to the side. She’s now riding Clint into the mattress. Hard.

A flash of Clint’s face— it looks like he’s seeing heaven open— and Peter smiles, curling into the Beta’s side and clinging to one of his arms as he floats away again.

---

An hour later, Peter is up and cuddling with his pack. It took awhile to bring him back, but his pack let him float— content to relax in his submission and forget about the hundred other things going wrong outside their bedroom.

Turns out the interruption was Bucky, coming to check on them after hearing a “horrific dying animal noise.”

“Was it the noise I made or the noise Clint made?” Peter asks.

Clint rolls his eyes, and Annie answers, “Clint howled like a fucking Alpha when he dropped you on his cock.”

“Oh my— Annie!” Peter yelps, hiding his face in Clint’s arm as his mate cackles.

“You’re just too delicious, Petey. Couldn’t help myself.”

Peter rolls his eyes, but still nestles closer, “Did you float, Clint?”

“For a bit— definitely not like you did, Pete.”

“Hey,” Annie buts in, “drink this, Peter,” and she presses a bottle against his lips.

He takes a few moments to down the whole thing— he is exceedingly thirsty— before asking, “Did Bucky say anything?”

“No, he brought us water, though. And snacks. And then he ran away.”

Peter yawns and pulls Annie’s arm around him, “I wish he’d stayed to cuddle.”

His packmates snuggle in closer and pull up the blanket, cocooning themselves and drifting off for a nap before starting the day officially. When they wake up around noon, the first thing Annie does is call the Omega clinic to book Bucky an adjoining appointment with theirs.

Monday comes sooner than they expect, and all three Omegas pile into the small clinic for their appointments.

Peter keeps looking up at Bucky. The older Omega has been quiet since they left the house, and it’s starting to get concerning. Annie went into her appointment a few minutes ago, so the two of them are alone in the waiting room. He threads their fingers together, placing a small kiss on the back of his hand.

“Bucky?”

No response.

“Bucky? Buck? James? Jamie?”

At the last one, Bucky blinks a few times and shakes his head.

“Wha… what did you call me?”

“I— I don’t know, I was just trying to get your attention—”

“Only my parents ever called me Jamie,” Bucky says, looking down at Peter with wide eyes.

Peter tries to apologize, stuttering, “I’m so so sorry, Bucky, I swear, I wasn’t trying to—”

“Pete,” Bucky squeezes his hand, “it’s okay, darlin’. I… I enjoyed it, is all.”

“... what?”

Bucky sighs, “Stevie called me Bucky for the first time when we were in middle school, ya know? I’d always been James or Jamie, but hated it when I was little. After that day, I only went by Bucky— I guess that was his claim on me, even back then. But now, it sounds good to be called Jamie by someone I consider home, alright?”

Peter scrubs at the tears forming in his eyes, looking up at Bucky as he asks, “I feel like home?”

“Yeah, Pete, you do. You don’t have to, but I’d love for you to call me Jamie. Damn... okay maybe that’s actually a bad idea, you know what, forget—”

“No, no,” Peter interrupts, “I’d love to call you Jamie. Really. We should… we should spend some time together. Like, alone together.”

Jamie finally smiles at this, nodding along, “I’d love that, Pete. Wanna go away for a weekend, or just spend a few days in my nest and kick everyone else out?”

“Either, but I’d like to do it before… before we have sex together. Or share a heat. I’d like to know you a bit more.”

“So no sex on our weekend away?” Jamie asks, and Peter looks up in surprise— and he’s laughing. Oh.

Peter gives him a light push, “I swear, you’re no better than Clint.”

Both of them end up laughing, leaning against each other and getting dirty looks from a few other patients that they ignore.

Within a few minutes, the nurses call their names and they go back for their appointments. Separately. Everything goes normally for Peter, but he can’t stop worrying about Jamie the whole time. He knows his scent must reek, but the doctor, thankfully, doesn’t comment on it. Once he’s given a clean bill of health, plus a negative pregnancy test, the nurses usher him into a larger exam room where Annie and Jamie sit waiting for him.

They take a few moments to scent each other, holding on tight, before specifically checking in on Jamie. They’re relieved to hear that his STD and pregnancy tests are negative, and all of them share details about their own exams, ultrasounds, and other blood work they had to do.

After a minute, there’s a knock on the door, and an older, female doctor enters the room.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Michaels,” she says sitting in the chair across from where they’re piled on the large exam couch, “I’m told you would like to talk about pack bonding today, correct?”

All of them exchange a look, but stay relatively silent. Great. Perfect time for them to swing submissive.

Doctor Michaels is patient, and Jamie finally speaks up.

“Yeah, Doc. We need’ta know how to bond. We’ve got an Alpha and two Betas at home who we want to bond with, but none of us have any idea what to do.”

She laughs lightly, politely, and Peter gets a whiff of sweet Omega scent from her.

“Here, all three of you take these booklets,” she passes them out, and Peter almost scoffs at the title: How to Make Your Forever, Last.

She continues on, “I’m sure you’ve had conversations with your whole pack about bonding, so the only reminder I’ll give is that a bond, when formed correctly between two consenting parties, will last indefinitely. If any of your bonded pack members were to leave and start a separate, familial pack, the bond you share will still remain and that member would be unable to rebond with another person. Understand?”

All three of them nod their heads affirmative.

“Good, now— are you all living together yet?”

“Yeah,” Jamie answers again, “we have a home and by the summer we’ll be livin' together permanently.”

“Okay, that’s imperative for testing compatibility and establishing territory. You will also need to set rules and guidelines for sexual intimacy, especially regarding gender dynamics and orientations. Speaking of which, do you have designated spaces for nesting and scenes?”

“We do. Right now, we have two nests, two dens, and two separate scene rooms. I think Stevie— that’s our DomAlpha— is plannin’ to build out a main den and the Omegas will rebuild one nest together durin’ a heat or somethin’.”

She hums in acknowledgement and makes a note, “Let’s talk about heats. I see here on your charts that none of you have shared a heat with a partner, is this correct?” they all nod, yes, “The only way a pack can bond is when an Omega mate is in heat. If all six of you are to share a bond, it will be strongest if the Omegas are synched. Have you heard this term before?”

Annie speaks up, “Once or twice. My mom used to talk about it— where Omegas off their suppressants and intimate together will get on the same heat cycle.”

“Right,” the doctor agrees, “you’ll need to go off your suppressants and wait two or three cycles before your bodies officially synch together. I’m going to suggest that each of those heats you spend with each other and try to keep other packmates from interacting unless absolutely necessary. It’s best that your hormones aren’t affected by other mates during this time.”

Jamie makes a small displeased noise, but quickly clears his throat, motioning for her to continue.

The doctor smiles again, “I know, it’ll be hard spending a few heats without your full pack, but truly, it will be for the best if you want to form a strong bond.”

“So,” Peter asks, “what about during the heat that we all have together? When we’re ready to bond— what happens then?”

“Well, it depends. I have to ask— will your bonded pack have a Dominant Alpha and Submissive Omega present?”

Peter nods, “Yes, me and Steve.”

“Okay, that will help the process significantly. You’ve probably already talked about your role as the cornerstone of the pack, but during the bonding process, it is essential that the two of you bond and knot first. It’s going to be hard for the other pack members to refrain from mating during that time, but it will help to establish an order of bonding before the occasion to curb any confusion during the hormone-fueled heats.”

“So, we have to… Steve and I have to bond before anyone else can?” Peter asks, avoiding his packmates’ attention.

“Yes,” the doctor agrees, “the whole pack can be with you, if you desire, but he will have to knot you and both of you exchange a secure bite on the neck before other packmates can join the process.”

The three Omegas shift uncomfortably at the description, and Peter slips his hand into Jamie’s, holding on tight.

“After this, just make sure all of the desired bonds are completed before the end of your shared heat. I assume your Betas know of their ability to satisfy an Omega during heat?”

“Uh…” Peter pauses, looking to Annie and Jamie, but both of them seem confused, “probably not?”

“It’s okay, it’s all in the booklet, too. Betas have the ability to help Omegas in their heats and Alphas in their ruts by simulating biological responses necessary for satisfaction in their partners. For instance— when the three of you enter heat together, your Beta packmates will both be able to knot you temporarily. It’s a shorter duration than an Alpha’s knot and only happens for the heat, but their semen still has calming properties, and under the right circumstances, can help an Omega conceive.”

At this, Jamie makes a sad noise that has both of them turning to him.

“Doc,” he starts, head down and body language tense, “is it true that only the Dominant Alpha and Submissive Omega can pup?”

Peter spins to look at him in surprise. What?

“Yes, after bonding, the cornerstone pair in the pack will undergo a hormonal shift in their reproductive system, creating a symbiosis and making it so that only their systems are compatible. The Alpha’s semen only works on the Omega’s uterus, basically.”

“How… wait, so— my body… what about Steve and Jamie? What about Tony?”

“I can only assume those are your other mates. It will still be possible for the two of you, James and Annie, to be impregnated by either of your Betas should the desire arise. Because of this,” she transitions, ignoring the ShockedDevestatedUpsetOmega scent overtaking the room, “I will still keep all of you on contraceptives unless you are wanting to conceive during your first heat. Is this okay?”

They nod, wordless and still shocked.

“Perfect. And lastly, what is the general timeline for bonding? I need to know in order to schedule appointments to retract the semi-permanent suppressants.”

“It’s,” Jamie clears his throat, “it’s as soon as possible, I think. We wanna be bonded this summer.”

“Great, then we can remove the suppressants today before you leave. Are there any other questions you may have for me?”

They shake their heads, no, and she excuses herself from the room, promising to send a nurse to complete the procedures.

When the door shuts, the three of them crowd together, hooking their chins over shoulders and shifting into each other’s laps. Peter feels Jamie grip him tight, and looks into his eyes, which are glazed over and blown wide.

He’s dropping, Peter thinks to himself, and he’s dropping dominant.

Because of this, it isn’t surprising that Jamie growls when the nurse enters the room. Peter shushes him, lacing their fingers together, and the nurse waits for their permission before approaching the chair where they sit.

The nurse pulls out a few of the tools, and asks them, “Alright, who wants to go first?”

Jamie growls again, but answers, “I will,” before lifting his shirt, giving her access to his suppressant site.

They watch as she squeezes around his stomach, feeling for the insertion. His face is screwed up in discomfort, breathing heavily.

She finds the site, a small bump underneath his skin that feeds directly into his endocrine system, and squeezes it towards the surface of his skin. Grabbing the syringe, she warns him about the sharp pain and quickly inserts the needle, puncturing the suppressant site, and injecting a clear liquid. Jamie hisses through his teeth, clamping down hard on Peter’s arm, as the nurse changes out her tool and attaches a suction to his stomach, turning on the corresponding machine that starts to massage his skin.

“It’s going to break apart the remaining parts of the suppressant site, and it will be absorbed into your system with little side effects,” she says, turning off the machine and starting to sanitize it again.

“Alright,” she turns back with a new syringe, “who’s next?”

---

“I’m never goin’ back to that damn clinic ever again.”

After their procedures, Jamie had towed both Omegas out of the clinic and back to the car, throwing them in the backseat, buckling their seat belts, and taking off towards their house.

Annie tries to get his attention, “Bucky, we should probably call—”

A deep, feral growl cuts her off, and both Omegas remain silent for the rest of the ride. Peter pulls out his phone and sends a quick text to Steve, letting him know about Jamie’s drop. He also texts Tony and Clint, asking both of them to be ready to help when they get home.

Jamie isn’t driving fast— honestly, he’s probably going under the speed limit— but Peter and Annie are still holding on tight to each other, struggling to keep themselves from dropping submissive as Jamie pumps AggressiveUpsetDistressedOmega scent into the car.

When they pull up, Jamie is immediately around the side of the car, hauling both of them out of the back seat and stalking towards the front door with a low, persistent growl.

Before they even reach the door, Steve steps out with Tony and Clint not too far behind him. Jamie lets out a louder growl, straightening up, shoving both Omegas behind him— facing the Alpha head on. Steve steps closer, meeting his challenge,

“Stand down, Bucky.”

The command washes over all of them, and Peter feels his knees give in, crumpling to the ground. He can’t tear his eyes away from his Alpha— standing in front of Jamie with an expectant look on his face and ordering him to his knees in submission.

He sees Jamie finally collapse, sinking to his knees in front of their Alpha, and then there’s suddenly a set of hands on his shoulders.

“Peter, come with me, baby,” Tony croons into his ear, and he nods his head, letting his Beta scoop him up and carry him away, far away, into the house. They settle onto the nesting couch, and Tony starts to wrap him in blankets, whispering sweet encouragements into his ear that make Peter feel safe and warm.

Distantly, he hears sniffling and crying. Tony takes a moment to help him drink water, and he hums his appreciation.

“Tony?” he whispers, cursing himself quietly for how weak he sounds,

It surprises his boyfriend, though, and he’s immediately shifted to stare deep into his Beta’s eyes, “Yes, baby? Are you okay? What happened?”

He ignores the question for now, “Where’s Annie? And Jamie? Are they okay?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, they’re fine. Steve’s got Bucky in the den and Clint has Annie up in your nest.”

“Oh, okay,” he closes his eyes, “I’m fine, Beta. We had a rough time at the clinic— they gave us a lot of information and then we had a painful procedure to get our suppressants removed— and I think that caused all of us to drop.”

“I can tell, Pete. I’ve never seen Bucky challenge Steve like that before— it was quite a sight.”

Peter sighs, “I think he felt like we were in trouble. I should be with him.”

“No, not right now,” Tony’s tone is firm, “we can talk tonight, but right now he needs to spend time with our Alpha.”

“Beta, I need to talk to you about something,” he whispers, ducking his head to avoid eye contact. Tony grabs his chin, not letting him get away, while motioning for him to continue, “the doctor said… she said I can’t have your pups, Tony.”

His tears start to gather in his eyes, and Tony wipes them away tenderly,

“I know.”

“... you know?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but we figured it out a few years ago when the boys were courting me.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t— no, I’m really sorry, I really am Peter. I would have told you before we bonded if the doctor hadn’t mentioned it today. Bucky is devastated that he can’t have Steve’s pups—”

“I know—”

“And— oh, okay. So I can assume that’s one of the things that set him off?”

Peter rolls his eyes, “You think, Tony?”

“Damn, okay, I’m really fucking this up,” Tony scrubs his face, “Peter. I’m… you gotta know, baby, that I love you regardless. So does Steve. None of us expect pups from you, and you know that you don’t have to bond with Steve, right?”

“Stop it, Tony. I heard the news and then got my suppressant removed. I made this choice. I’m just pissed that we got so far without anyone bringing it up. I mean— we’re already living here! Dammit Tony, you asked me to trust you and I’m trying.”

“And I know that, sweetheart,” Tony says, caressing a thumb across Peter’s cheek, “I didn’t mean to keep anything from you, Peter. I respect you— you know that, right?”

Peter mirrors his touch, putting his smaller hand on Tony’s cheek, “I know, Tony.”

Tony looks relieved and leans closer. Peter closes his eyes, ready for the kiss—

“Hey— oh, sorry—”

They whip around to see Steve waiting next to their chair, shifting awkwardly where he stands and holding one of his hands behind his back. Peter scans the room, and sees Bucky curled up with Annie and Clint on a nearby couch, watching them intently.

“It’s okay, Alpha, what’s going on?” Peter untangles from Tony’s arms, sitting up straighter to look Steve in the face. Tony rubs his back encouragingly.

Steve looks to Tony, looks behind him towards their pack— all of whom give him a thumbs up— and then slowly gets to both knees, pulling a red, velvet box from behind his back, and opening it to reveal a sparkling, diamond ring.

“I— what?”

“Peter, I realized that I shouldn’t wait to ask you this. You’ve stepped so gracefully into the role we’ve required of you, and it happens to come with a lifelong bond to an Alpha you barely know. I want you to know— I’m falling in love with you. I don’t want our bond to be built out of necessity, I want it to be built out of affection and commitment to each other. I don’t just want forever with this pack— I want forever with you,”

At this, Steve bares his neck in submission and holds out the ring, “Peter Parker: will you be mine? In love, in bond, and in marriage?”

Peter feels Tony’s thumb on his cheek and realizes he’s crying again.

“Y— yes, Steve. I’ll be yours. I’m—” he takes a deep breath, “— I’m falling in love with you, too, Alpha.”

He slides off the couch, joining his Alpha on the floor, and melts into his arms as the room erupts in excited cheers.

Peter jerks in his seat, mouth ajar, as The Tony Stark lists benefits of working in his research lab for Stark Industries, a dream Peter has nursed since high school. He barely hears the rest of the presentation, focusing on closing his mouth and blinking, keeping hot Arousal out of his scent, adjusting himself in his pants—

“—and I’ll take questions up front if you have them, thanks."

There’s a round of lazy applause, as students start to pack up and file out, and Peter shakes himself, You have to talk to him. He scribbles a few questions on his notebook and throws everything into his backpack, floating across the classroom and to the back of the line.

When he finally steps up, both of them freeze. Peter restrains himself from scenting the older man right there in the classroom because hot damn .

Peter lets out a short gasp of “hellomynameisPeterParker,” thrusting his hand forward, and is pulled in for a firm handshake, Tony Stark looking into his eyes with a vaguely amused expression.

Peter lets go, reluctantly, and stutters out, “M-mr. Stark? I think I’d be interested in the semester research opportunity.”

“Of course, Peter Parker,” Tony turns and grabs a StarkPad, scrolling briefly before handing it over to Peter, “if you want to fill it out today, feel free. It’s an equal opportunity research grant, and provides a weekly stipend for the duration of the program.”

Mr. Stark continued with details, as Peter quickly puts his information in the application and presses “submit.” He peers up at the older man, Beta? Probably? Most of what he can scent is spice and fire– maybe cinnamon, or chai like Clint? It’s hard to tell without throwing his face into the man’s neck, and inhaling deep–

“Mr. Parker? Pete?”

Peter’s head shoots up, and he realizes he’s been still for too long without responding, and immediately goes to apologize, “Oh, I-i’m so sorry, Mr. Stark, I just… I finished the application? Shouldn’t I submit– or, sorry– send in a resume? Sorry.”

Mr. Stark keeps his expression schooled, but Peter can tell that he’s holding back a smile. Dammit Parker, way to nail the first impression. He shifts on his feet, biting his lip as Mr. Stark shakes his head slowly.

“No, it’s okay Peter. Our admin team will review the first round of applications by department, and send out an email link for further information, alright?” he gives into his smile, reaching out as if to... what, comfort Peter? But aborts the motion and crosses his arms, flexing slightly under his navy suit.

“Do you have any other questions, Peter?”

“No, n-no not right now, sorry, thank you Mr. Stark, sir. Um. Okay? I’ll see you later?” and Peter beats a hasty retreat out of the classroom, feeling his scent shift Embarrassed and hot tears prick his eyes.

Why does he always give a terrible first impression?

—

Tony stands, shocked in the empty classroom, schooling his scent and his breathing.

Thank you Mr. Stark, sir.

He collects his things in a haze, heading back to his pack and thinking about the gorgeous omega who just called his name.

Damn. His Alpha and Omega are gonna want to hear about this.

2 Weeks Later

Tony is straightening up the last few items in the R&D lab, hearing Pepper’s complaints of You need to care about your work space, Tony and You need to prepare a safe space for interns to work, Tony. And Pepper is right, of course, so Tony keeps cleaning.

He hears the doors swish open, and sighs, schooling his expression to neutral. He whirls around, raising his hands to defend himself against what he assumes is a new portion of nagging from Pepper, and instead–

The pretty omega from NYU.

What? “What are you–” Tony starts, watching as– Parker? Pete, Peter?– clutches a bag close to his chest, large doe eyes widening in shock and fear and… yup, there it is, FearShockEmbarassed Omega scent floods the lab as Peter takes a step backwards, lips opening and closing in shock.

“Hey, are you–”

“I’m so sorry, I–”

Tony shakes his head, stepping a little closer, “No, it’s okay, Peter? Right? From NYU?” with a nod in confirmation, Tony barrels ahead, “I thought you were– no, it doesn’t matter. Are you, are you here for the internship?”

“Y-yes, I’m sorry, they said to come at noon, but I thought I’d get here early and, god I can’t believe it, I’m so sorry, I’ll just wait– uh, wait outside?” Peter stutters through the explanation, lowering his eyes and backing towards the door to retreat into the hallway.

“No, like I said Peter, it’s okay, honestly,” Tony looks around quickly, trying to find a seat for the started young man, and yanks out the stool to his workbench, “here, sit down, please?”

There’s a moment of stillness as Peter looks between the stool and Tony, muttering something under his breath and setting his jaw in determination. Damn this boy is adorable, and Tony forces himself to keep a neutral expression as the om– the intern – walks across the room and sets down his backpack. Tony turns to the other side of the desk to give Peter some space, and clears the last of the notebooks into a nearby drawer.

He wants to start a conversation with Peter, fingers twitching in the unbearable silence, but is saved by the lab doors opening again, revealing Pepper leading five lost looking interns into the room. She leads so gracefully, he thinks, and feels his scent turn Fond and Proud for the Beta. Pepper sits each intern down, greeting Peter as well, and before he knows it, orientation and introduction are underway. The interns have their own work benches, and Pepper lets another supervisor take over the first day paperwork.

While the interns work in silence, Tony refuses to fixate on Peter, even though he takes to the research environment so beautifully. He's smart, he makes the funniest sarcastic quips when he thinks no one is listening, and he's kind of quiet, but always speaks up when he has a strong opinion.

Tony keeps his interactions unbiased among the other interns, mostly betas and one alpha, and is so relieved when the day ends and the students finally shuffle out of the lab. Peter ends up last to leave, staring at Tony and nervously licking his lips as he shoulders his bag. He seems to hesitate.

“Yeah, what’s up Pete?”

“Oh… no, right, see you tomorrow?” Peter shifts back and forth on his feet.

Tony smiles, “Of course, early bird,” and honestly can’t help his eye twitching, helplessly, in a wink.

Peter stutters out some type of goodbye, and flutters back through the door.

Tony blows out a breath, “JARVIS, call Bucky.”

—

“So what you’re tellin’ me is, you’ve somehow managed to find a smokin’ hot–”

“Beautiful,” Tony interrupts, “and compatible–”

“Right, smokin’ hot, compatible omega, and you… hire him?”

“I mean, technically I didn’t hire him personally–”

“Tony–”

“No, you know what, I get it. It’s my fault I can’t have him. But Bucky, I swear he’s so damn smart, and I can’t even let myself hope about his orientation,”

Bucky groans audibly over the line, but Tony protests again, “–because I swear he would submit so beautifully, Bucky, I can just see it. And remember how I said he called me sir?”

“How could I forg–”

“It’s all I can think about. I don’t wanna be overbearing, but I’m completely helpless around him and have no idea what to do. Bucky, I winked at him. Winked. And he ran away so fast.”

He can hear Bucky laughing at him over the line, that idiot, and Tony drops his head in his hands.

“Want my advice, sweetheart?” Bucky doesn’t wait for an answer before continuing, “I think you should take it slow and court ‘im. Sounds like it could be awhile before you can make anything official, and what is he, like eighteen?”

“... Twenty.”

“Okay, twenty. He probably isn’t looking for a permanent pack anyways, alright? Get to know ‘im at work, and as soon as you can, you should also put a stop to him seeing you as his boss,”

“Wait, but–”

“No, Tony. As much as it feels great for this little omega to call you ‘Mr. Stark’ and ‘Sir,’ if you want anything more with this guy, you have to work to even out the relationship a bit.”

Tony slumps down into a seat, sighing dramatically. Bucky goes silent as Tony processes what he’s saying. A thought occurs to him,

“Wait, is that how Steve got you?”

Bucky snorts, “Yeah, you know our Alpha’s ‘bout as subtle as a dump truck. His advice is gonna be, ‘sit the omega down, state your intentions to court him, communicate clearly,’ all that shit,” another laugh, this time fonder, “I’m just sayin’ to save that for later, okay? Take it slow.”

Heading towards the door, Tony signals for JARVIS to move the conversation to his phone as he heads home. He pops in an earpiece for the call, and makes sure Bucky is still on the line.

“Yeah, I’ll take your advice Bucky-bear. Hey, are you home?” Tony taps his foot as the elevator descends to the parking garage, feeling a familiar itch starting under his skin.

“Yeah I am, Steve’s out until later... why, what’s up?”

He gets out of the elevator, heading for his car, “I think all this talk of the perfect omega has me missing you. Wanna do something soft and dirty when I get home?”

Bucky hums, the sound sweet and tempting, even over the phone line, “Whaddya have in mind, my Beta?”

“Oh you know I love when you call me that,” Tony peels out onto the main road, heading towards their coastal property, their home, “I want you to contact Steve and ask him to pick up dinner, your choice. I’ll tell him what my plan is for you tonight, so he won’t be surprised. I’ll be there in thirty-five minutes and want you in the red room, ready to play, understood?”

Tony can hear Bucky breathing quicker over the phone as he responds, “Yes, Beta.”

“My good omega. And for now, let’s not tell our Alpha about Peter. Not unless it gets serious, okay?”

“Mmm okay, Tony. Hurry home,” and Bucky ends the call.

Tony smiles, remembering his dad’s words: Your mistakes are outweighed by your effort to correct them; the damage done is outweighed by your success.

From that day until his dad’s death two years later, his dad was one of his best friends.

Wow, that’s sad.

He’s thankful that his dad followed his own mantra, making up for decades of indifference with calculated companionship and counsel in the last years he had with his family.

Tony guesses that if he had cancer, he would do something similar.

Tony guesses that if he had cancer, he would do something similar.

Tony guesses that if he had cancer, he would do something similar.

Tony used to tell his dad everything: all of his ideas, dreams and hopes for the company. Everything, that is, except his desire for a pack. And his dad, in turn, made sure he was prepared to take over Stark Industries, and had transferred his personal assistant, Pepper Potts, to Tony once he could no longer work in the office.

After his dad’s death, things took a while to get better. He eventually reconnected with Rhodey, his college roommate from MIT. The Air Force Colonel hadn’t been in his Ado-pack out of college, thank merciful god, but they were roommates for a few years and Rhodey had always treated him like a younger brother.

He understands now why his friend was out of touch for so long— his military career took precedence until he accepted a position in New York, working in intelligence. He’s proud of Rhodey, honestly, but had always felt abandoned by his friend. And Tony was also a little bit disappointed when the older man refused to form a pack with him.

“Tony, be realistic,” Rhodey had planted his hands on his hips, giving a twenty-three year old Tony his best disappointed Colonel look, “we aren’t compatible. It would never work.”

It was a repeat argument between them, and had only escalated since Rhodey started dating Pepper a few months earlier.

It wasn’t a secret that Tony was jealous.

“I am being realistic! We’re together all the time, and it would be so easy for you guys to move into my place,” he was desperate, hoping for something he could never have.

Rhodey had sighed, “Dammit Tones. You know I don’t think this is a good idea…” but Tony had jumped on his friend’s hesitation, and eventually convinced the young mates to move in with him.

Two years later, they’re still living with him in his penthouse.

Tony feels alone, sure, but living platonically with a young familial pack is better than living by himself. Or, god forbid it, with a toxic intimate pack.

He shudders as he tightens his tie, taking a long look in the mirror, shaking off the last of his thoughts. Tonight’s a good night.

His suit is tailored perfectly— accentuating his waist and shoulders, lengthening his legs in expensive slacks, and completed with his favorite burgundy tie and gold cufflinks. Damn he looks good. With a wink he’s through the door, heading to the garage and grabbing his wallet off the counter.

He takes the Lambo, because why not and shows up only fifteen minutes late, tossing his keys to the valet and skipping up the stairs to the Met.

A few people try to talk to him on the way in, and he gives away a couple smiles, weaving through the crowd to find his friends and making his way up to the Great Hall and Balcony.

“Tony!” a familiar voice calls across the Hall, and Tony spins to find the happy couple heading his way.

“Rhodey! Pep! What a crazy party, congratulations,” he pulls both of them into a hug, giving Pepper a brief kiss on the cheek, and then, at Rhodey’s pouty-face, swooping in and giving him one too.

Pepper giggles, squeezing her fiancée’s cheek when he recoils in disgust, “Thank you, Tony. And thank you, again, for pulling the strings necessary to get this place— it’s absolutely breathtaking.”

“Hey, it was no problem,” Tony deflects, forcing his smile a little wider, “they set up the sculpture court, right? Pep, I know you’re gonna love that—”

Rhodey’s smile is back, and he laughs, clapping Tony on the shoulder, “Yeah, Tones, they gave us the tour when we got here, it’s great.”

“Good, good, that’s… good.” Tony awkwardly pauses, and his friends exchange a look, Pepper winking — which is terrifying— before smiling secretly.

Both of them turn, and Rhodey motions behind him, “Hey, I’ve gotta find someone. You’ll stay put?” he gives a pointed look to Tony, disappearing before he can respond.

Pepper shakes her head affectionately, grabbing Tony’s hand as he tries to escape. He whines a bit, turning his best innocent eyes on her, “But Pep, I haven’t even had a drink yet. And he wants me to meet people.”

“Hush. You trust us, right?”

Unfortunately, yes.

“Ah, great,” Rhodey comes up to them, towing someone else. Okay, understatement. Towing a large, hunk of a man behind him, filling out his Army blues like they were designed with his body in mind. He’s young— baby faced and adorable— completely out of his depth, probably. His smile actually looks genuine, because Tony can easily see the confusion breaking through his perfectly clear complexion.

Damn, Tony wants a bite.

“Tony, I’d like you to meet my friend, Captain Steve Rogers,” Steve puts forward his hand, and Tony grasps it as Rhodey continues, “... and Steve, this is Tony Stark, my best man.”

Steve looks appropriately stunned. He places his left hand right over top of where they are still joined, and meets Tony’s gaze with a small nod, “Mr. Stark, it’s a pleasure.”

If Tony wasn’t so sure this man was the most dominant piece of military Alpha in the room, he’d ask the good Captain to get on his knees. And beg. Fuck. As it stands, he’s never felt this enamored and respected in an initial meeting— damn, this man knows how to make a first impression.

“Tony, please,” he corrects, smirking into Steve’s beautiful face, “and the pleasure’s all mine, Captain.”

He waits for Steve to release their hands, but all he gets is a similar smirk in return. The larger man squeezes where their hands are joined, brushing his thumb over Tony’s knuckles, and leans in to murmur, “You can call me Captain all night long.”

He releases Tony from the magnetic hold on his hand, and Tony is slightly embarrassed to feel his face heat up, and clears his throat. It’s been years since someone could fluster him like this, and this man has been able to do it in seconds. Before Tony can respond, Steve adds, a little louder for the public ear, “—but just stick with Steve for now.”

“Alright, Steve— how do you know…” and as Tony goes to bring Rhodey and Pepper back into the conversation, he realizes that the couple has left without a word. Tricky bastards.

Steve doesn’t seem phased, though, and answers the question as if Tony had even bothered to finish it,

“I met Jim a year ago during my summer post in Taiwan— both of us were stationed there, doing a few months of consulting for specialized ops, and were fast friends. I swear, Jim was my only buddy over there, and he’s one of the most honorable men I’ve ever met,” the smile that follows his words is soft and remembering, “how about you, Tony?”

“Rhodey and I were roommates at MIT— he’s always been my big brother, and both him and Pep live with me now—”

“Oh,” Steve interrupts, “I didn’t realize you were pack, I just assumed—”

“No, definitely not,” Tony stops him, laughing to help lighten the sensitive subject, “I don’t have a pack. But if we were compatible, I think the two of them would be it for me. It just… it doesn’t work for us,”

Steve shakes his head, a serious expression falling over his features, “No, I get it, that’s personal— I shouldn’t have brought it up. Please, can I— can I grab you a drink?”

Tony resists the urge to reach out and grab his arm, to reassure Steve that there’s no harm done, but instead agrees, “Sure, yes— uh… why don’t you surprise me?”

The flirty, light smile is back, and Steve easily agrees, leaving Tony to find the open bar. He’s thankful for the time to process, easily dismissing a few guests who try to start a conversation with him.

How could Rhodey have kept this guy hidden for so long? Tony barely got a whiff of him, almost getting enough scent to determine compatibility, but not quite. How old is this guy, anyway? And Army? What is Rhodey thinking?

“Here ya go,” Steve’s voice breaks through his thoughts, and he jumps a bit, turning to see the Captain holding two glasses and wearing an unsure smile,

“Damn, Steve— warn a guy?” and he grins playfully, thankful to see Steve laugh along. Tony makes a grab for the glasses, and Steve pulls them out of his reach, laughing even harder, before handing Tony the low tumbler with dark amber liquid and a single orange peel garnishing the top.

Tony peers back up at Steve, “Old Fashioned? With—” he takes a sip.

“Bourbon,” Steve answers before Tony can, and sweet lord, this man has good taste.

Swirling the drink gently, Tony hums and closes his eyes at the taste. Just like his dad used to make.

“I’m glad you like it,” the low voice adds to the moment, and for just one second, Tony allows himself to get lost in the fantasy of drinking sweet Bourbon in his den, with a strong, blonde man by his side.

He opens his eyes to reality, “It’s perfect, Steve,” earning him a satisfied hum in return, “now tell me, what are you drinking this evening?”

“Oh, well—” Steve looks a little hesitant, holding up his larger glass for inspection, “it’s called a Tom Collins.”

“A craving for something sour, Captain?” Tony takes a step closer, sipping his drink slowly.

Steve licks his lips, “I like a good balance,” he takes a long drink of his gin, “and the orange is my favorite part.”

Tony watches his mouth move, admiring his full bottom lip as it’s tugged back by his teeth, breathing in the faint scent of Coffee and Thunderstorms, “You know what,” Tony dips his head forward, peering up at Steve through his lashes, “the orange is my favorite part as well.”

There’s a sharp clink clink clink sound, and the moment is broken between them as attention is called back to the engagement. Tony realizes, regrettably, that he’s supposed to be up front, and gives Steve one last desperate look before leaving to address the crowd.

After the party, he searches for Steve. He asks Pepper, and then Rhodey— both of whom haven’t seen Steve since their introduction earlier.

“Sorry, Tones, but if you want to see him—”

“No, no,” Tony dismisses the suggestion, “it doesn’t— don’t worry about it, it’s— I’m okay, I’m fine, alright? All good.”

Rhodey tries to protest, but Tony just ignores him, kissing Pepper goodbye as he makes a hasty retreat out of the museum. If he can get home first, maybe they won’t ask him to talk about his feelings.

---

Tony doesn’t miss having a pack.

It’s been exactly a year since Pepper and Rhodey moved out, and Stark Industries has never been stronger.

Probably because every spare moment he has is poured right back into his company.

Every. Spare. Moment.

Which is probably why Tony’s late for his best friend’s wedding.

It had been a rough night— Rhodey had insisted on staying up late to bar hop, and their small bachelor party had torn up the most cutting edge and expensive bars all throughout New York City. The downside, unfortunately, is that coming back home at 4 AM— drunk and somehow already hungover— leads to the absolute worst morning a twenty-seven year old could ask for.

So honestly, it’s not Tony’s fault that he shows up a half hour late, barely dressed in his tux, and sunglasses practically taped to his face.

His saving grace ends up being Rhodey. Again.

An assistant meets him at the door, ushering him into the dressing rooms, and tugging off his tux as he moves. He’s handed a cup with a vague order to drink, and the sunglasses are unceremoniously tugged from his face. He struggles a bit under the attention, but after a few minutes of the world’s worst smoothie, blinding light, pressing, steaming, ironing, shaving, and makeup application that will not be mentioned again— Tony is shoved into a larger room with the rest of the bridal party.

Before he can even begin to apologize, Rhodey is stepping forward,

“Tony, this is the least I owe you, brother.”

The statement alone almost has Tony in tears, and he closes the distance to pull Rhodey into a tight hug, whispering, “My body will never forgive you, Rhodey-bear.”

And the wedding goes on without a hitch from there. Pepper, as it turns out, had told Tony to arrive an hour before he even needed to be there— fully expecting him to arrive late. Because of this, he’s sober and aware when his best friends walk down the aisle. It’s a moment to remember.

Pepper looks like a queen— the Beta wears a perfectly tailored trumpet gown, trimmed with delicate lace and a scalloped neckline. Her mate cries— hell, Tony cries.

And a few hours later, he’s sitting alone at the open bar, swishing his drink and thoughtfully picking at the orange slice at the bottom of the glass. He knows he’s one of the only people avoiding the dance floor, but can’t find it in himself to join the party. Instead, he nurses his glass and silently watches his friends dance and laugh together.

“Tom Collins?”

Tony turns to the voice coming from his left, and is greeted with ice-blue eyes, the sharpest jaw known to man, and a filthy pair of lips.

“Tony, but close.”

“Tony—” his name sounds like sin coming from this man’s mouth, “wanna dance, sugar?”

“I really shouldn’t—”

“— c’mon, sweetheart. You’ve spent enough time with this drink, don’tcha think?”

His glass is stolen by this tempting man, who sets it down with a sweet smile and stands to his feet. He extends a hand, and Tony hesitates. He really shouldn’t— it’s been a long day, and he’s not exactly sober. Plus, Pepper might kill him if he makes a scene.

He takes the man’s hand, “Just one song, got it?” and all he gets is a wicked grin in response before he’s pulled off towards the dance floor.

The song playing is low— thrumming and hot. Most of the younger packs have already checked in for the night, saving their pups from the close grind of desperate bodies, scents mingling in Desire and Arousal. It takes only one sweep of the crowd to notice Pepper and Rhodey in the center, leading their guests in a sinful dance— magnetic and dangerous.

The man from the bar stops at the outer rim of the circle, pausing for a moment to strip off his tie and suit jacket. His eyes sweep over Tony’s appearance, and he steps closer, breath tickling the nape of his neck as he asks, “May I?”

Speechless, Tony nods. He’s surrounded with sweet Oranges and creamy Milk Chocolate as the Omega gently loosens his tie, pulling it over his head and folding it onto the table before slipping his hands up Tony’s shoulders, pushing underneath his jacket, and tracing his arms until the jacket falls, forgotten.

Chest to chest, the Omega looks up through his eyelashes, “Dance with me, Beta.”

Pulled closer to the center of the crowd of moving bodies, Tony keeps the man pressed against his side, then shifts to face him. He’s only an inch taller than this Omega, but the similar height works to their advantage as Tony grabs his hips, starting a slow grind that has the man in front of him clutching at his neck, his hair, and breathing out a sigh.

“Like that, baby?” Tony growls, digging his fingers into the Omega’s hips as they move together, foreheads touching, enjoying the friction and small sounds coming from his partner.

“Don’t stop, please,” Oh, begging sounds divine coming from this younger man’s lips. Tony wants to do absolutely wicked things to this guy.

They move together, the Omega shifting to follow his rhythm and relaxing under Tony’s hold as he moves his right hand higher, scratching his nails along the gentle arch of the man's back, as his left hand moves lower to firmly grip his ass. He squeezes, and the sweet Omega moans Tony into his neck.

“I’ll give you what you need, baby.”

“B— bucky,”

“Bucky?”

He gets a smile in return, along with a particularly dirty move of his hips, “My name is—”

“Bucky?”

A third voice breaks the spell, and Bucky sighs, stopping their dance and putting a bit of space between their bodies— which does absolutely nothing to hide their shared arousal.

“Whaddaya want, Stevie?”

Tony looks over his shoulder to see a hulking, blonde and horrifyingly familiar Alpha standing behind them— arms crossed and a face that screams unamused.

“I wanna know why my mate is putting on a show with—” he finally looks at Tony, and his expression blooms with shock and recognition, “— Mr. Stark. Of fucking course.”

“Language.”

“— shut up Bucky, of course you’d happen to find him of all people…”

“Well,” Bucky starts to defend, “you wouldn’t make a move, so I thought I’d get things started.”

Now Tony’s confused, “Wait, hold up,” he looks between the two men as they glare at each other, “did you… are you trying to get with me?”

The couple turns and looks at Tony like he’s an idiot, Steve gesturing at where he’s still hard in his pants, “You didn’t get that from the reenactment of Dirty Dancing a few minutes ago?”

Bucky lets out a sharp laugh, cutting through the tension, and Steve’s face practically melts at the sight and scent of HappyAmusedOmega. Tony bets his face is doing something similar as he shakes his head in protest, “You guys are really serious? Can we— can we talk somewhere… more private?”

Definitely the wrong thing to say, because Bucky practically cackles in glee, “Darlin’ you can do anything to me in private,” and Steve reaches over to smack him on the shoulder,

“Slow, Bucky,” and he earns an eye roll from his mate, “Tony, let me see your phone.”

Right now, Tony feels like putty in his hands, which is probably why he gives over his unlocked phone without a word. Bucky slings his arm around Tony’s waist, and he notices that the crowd has thinned out, music slower and without the charge from before. Steve types a few things before handing the phone back,

“I put in our numbers— Tony, if you want to see us again, for dinner or even just coffee, please text us,” Steve squeezes his shoulder, and then moves his hand to cup Tony’s elbow, pulling him— and Bucky, by consequence— in closer,

“Tony, I need you to know: you are not obliged to see us again, even though we come on a little strong. You are— we are—”

“You’re all he could talk about tonight, Tony,” Bucky cuts in, turning Tony to look into his eyes, “and maybe you’ve never given him a second thought, but he met ya last year and has been dyin’ to see ya again—”

“— Bucky—” Steve warns,

“No, sorry Alpha, but it needs to be said. Tony, I have a feelin’ the three of us are damn compatible, and it would be a waste not to try. Give us a chance, yeah?” and the silence that follows is paired with twin expressions, eager and hopeful.

“Guys, I…” Tony is tired of being alone. He’s tired of denying what he really wants.

“... I’ll text you soon, okay?”

At the startled look from Steve and whispered oh, okay Tony from Bucky, he flees. He’s a perfect Cinderella alright— too afraid of honest confessions to stick around long.

But maybe he’ll keep his promise.

---

It takes a week for Tony to text them, and he does it as a group message. Both mates seem relieved to hear from him, and set up a date for that weekend, insisting that they pick him up and pay.

It takes two weeks after that, and three more dates, for Tony to realize that they want to formally court him.

A month after they start courting Tony, he asks about their intentions.

“I’ve gotta wonder, guys— are you really that serious about building a permanent pack? Or is this just a seasonal pack for you guys while you’re getting out of the Army?”

Bucky looks hurt by this, but it’s Steve who spells it out.

“I know we’re young, Tony. I mean— you’re not even thirty, Buck is twenty-one and I’m just twenty-two. Look, I know I’m really young to be a pack Alpha. Neither of us have experience leading a pack, but… it’s been something we’ve wanted for a while. It’s the reason Buck and I haven’t bonded yet, and it’s a dream of ours to have an intimate pack to start a family with.”

He’s stunned by Steve’s words. His pack growing up definitely wasn’t intimate, and after his horrible Ado-pack, he had completely dismissed the idea of ever having something like that again. But now.

“Tony, darlin’,” Bucky reaches forward to take Tony’s hands, “I think we have something really special, here. It could take years to build our pack, but Steve is pretty sure six is our magic number. Don’t ask me why. And also,” he hesitates, looking down at his hands, "I’ve gotta tell ya somethin’ important. Two things, actually.”

“What is it, sweetheart?” Tony asks, concerned, as Steve gives Bucky a nod of encouragement.

“Well, first of all,” Bucky looks back into Tony’s eyes as he continues, "Steve and I are compatible by memory. Like— when we first scented each other, a few years ago, we had a scent memory. We— we haven’t bonded because of the pack, but we will. And second,” he pauses a moment, “I’m not pack omega.”

“You’re… not?”

“No, I— I’m not a submissive, Tony. I’m Vers and swing submissive for Steve most days. But I can’t fully submit for a pack, and this means there will be a fully submissive Omega who mates with us. And gets— gets to—”

Steve cups his mate’s cheek, “Baby,”

“No, it’s. It’s fine, Stevie, I—” Bucky tries to pull out of Steve’s hold, but the tears are already falling as he rubs them away, “— I just can’t. I can’t give you pups.”

Oh. Oh. Tony did not know that.

Bucky is tucked under Steve’s arm as the Alpha continues to explain, “When we bond as a pack, if we decide to bond, it’s very likely that only the submissive pack Omega will pup for the pack Alpha. It was— hard, you know? Realizing that Buck and I can’t have a family—”

At this, Bucky buries his face in his hands and lets out a single sob,

“— but we’re willing to give that up if it means having the perfect pack, okay?”

Tony is shocked. He guesses it makes sense that the pack Alpha and Omega would be biologically directed to mate together. It seems unfair, though, that a scent compatible, soulmate pair wouldn’t be able to start a family. But—

“What about other bonded members?”

Both men look up at Tony in confusion, “What do you mean?” Steve asks.

“I mean, what if two other packmates decided to mate. Is there a chance they would pup?”

Bucky still looks confused, but Steve’s face lights up in understanding,

“You mean, what if we all bonded— would you and Bucky be able to get pregnant?”

“Wait, is it possible?” the hope in Bucky’s eyes is devastating as he looks between Alpha and Beta, gripping onto Steve’s arm with fresh tears shining on his cheeks, “could I still have pups?”

“It’s possible, Buck, but I have no idea.”

Bucky ignores Steve’s response and stands from his seat, moving quickly to Tony and straddling his lap, throwing his arms around the Beta’s neck. Tony steadies him with arms around his waist, and rocks them gently as Bucky starts to cry into his neck.

After a few minutes, Steve looking at them with overwhelming affection, Bucky’s tears run out and he sniffles into Tony’s neck, “Thank you, my Beta.”

“For what?”

The Omega pulls away, pushing Tony’s hair out of his face as his smile widens,

“Giving me hope.”

---

In May, Bucky finally graduates from West Point, and decides to work in engineering in the city. Steve has been working with Rhodey in “intelligence” for a year, and Tony finally feels happy.

They spend most of their time at Steve and Bucky’s apartment in Red Hook. Tony doesn’t mind the drive, and absolutely hates being alone in his penthouse— plus, he’s come to actually like Brooklyn. And if he spends his free time searching for the perfect spot to build a house, no one has to know.

And it works fine for now, because Steve still insists on taking it slow— although if Bucky and Tony had it their way, the three of them would already be mated. It sometimes feels like just the two of them are dating and Steve’s their chaperone, drawing boundary lines of, “Hey, clothes stay on, boys,” and, “Bucky, get off Tony’s lap, I swear to god.”

So Tony corners Steve.

Or more accurately, Steve is fixing them dinner and Tony pins him to the counter from behind, grinding up into his ass and growling.

He feels Steve stiffen beneath him, and Tony laces their fingers together where Steve’s are resting on the counter, nibbling on the back of his neck inches from his bonding spot.

“What’re you doin’ Tony.” it’s barely a question, and Tony just tightens his grip and bucks his hips forward, letting Steve feel his arousal.

Steve growls in response and turns in his arms, breaking Tony’s hold. He looks into the Alpha’s eyes, blazing red, and Steve slowly prowls forward, backing Tony into the fridge. His arms come up to frame Tony’s face as his back hits, forcing eye contact and baring his teeth in a predatory smile.

One of his hands reaches lower, gripping Tony and causing the Beta to groan at the friction, “Is there something you want, baby?” Tony shakes his head, losing the confidence from earlier, but Steve continues, “you need to use your words, Tony. I can’t help ya if you don’t tell me what you need.”

Ooo, Tony’s blood burns with the challenge, and he rocks forward into Steve’s grip, his own hands reaching forward to hold onto the Alpha’s shoulders. Steve presses in closer, and Tony licks a small stripe up his throat, stopping centimeters from his ear, “I need you, Alpha. Why can’t I have you?”

“Oh, Tony,” Steve chuckles, releasing his grip and sliding both hands around to cup Tony’s ass, pulling them closer until their fronts are pressed together, betraying Steve’s obvious interest, “you can have me all you want, baby. I just need something from you first.”

“Yes, Steve. Fucking anything.”

He’s pushed away, back hitting the fridge as Steve steps back, “Be ours. Promise it. Move in with us, and then we’ll mate.”

“Alpha,”

“Those are my terms, Beta,” Steve puts a hand on Tony’s shoulder, pushing him out of the kitchen and into the living room, “and until then, let me finish cooking and go keep Buck company, okay?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, and turns back to his meal while Tony stands frozen in the doorway. He can see Bucky lounging on the couch, wrapped in soft blankets and pretending he hadn’t just heard their whole conversation. He sees the way Steve moves around the kitchen, natural and dominant in his home— caring and providing for his pack.

For my pack, Tony thinks to himself.

“I’m yours.”

Both sets of eyes are on him, and Steve drops everything in his hands. He sees Bucky stand up from the couch.

Steve takes a step towards him, “W— what did you say?”

“I said— I’m yours. And you’re… you’re mine. My pack,” he looks into Steve’s eyes as the taller man steps into his space, “My Alpha.”

He hears a soft exhale, and feels Bucky grab his arm. Tony turns, “and My Omega.”

“My Beta,” Bucky breathes,

Steve kisses the Omega’s cheek, smiling wide, and pulls Tony into his arms,

“Ours.”