#stucky.

Bucky always calls Steve 'Steve' so when bucky actually says ['Steven'] that's when Steve knows he's literally screwed. A cold shiver runs down his back. HE KNOWS.

Natasha: "at least you didn't die from jumping out of that quinjet without your parachute again"

Bucky: looking at steve "Steven Rogers..."

Steve glancing up seeing the strange look on bucky's face: "you..alright there?"

Bucky breaking out into a smile leaning backwards onto the bed, opening his arms out to steve: "mhm come here"

Steve not hesitating to come over to bucky and crawl into his lap: "you feeling alright buddy?"

Mentions of blood.

Kissing

Cuddling.

MaleXmale

Ship: stucky

Fandom: marvel

Rating 18+

Cursing. Drinking. Yelling. Smut. Anger. Forgiveness.

Don't like it. Don't read it.

(Miss spelled shit. I'm to ADD to go back over this.) Enjoy

Bucky had tried to calm down. But boy did that fucking fail. It had been two days since Steve left. And bucky was getting more and more pissed-(worried) hours ticked by. Without a single word from steve. Bucky was literally about to lose it.

It wasn't until that night. The front door to their shared home, opened, then quietly closed.

Bucky POV: 'i waited and waited for that stupid little punk to let me know that he wasn't dead. But no. Steve was fucking avoiding me!. I knew that for sure. I felt myself getting to that breaking point. It was 3:42.am. I had already had a few drinks. To 'calm' my nerves. Suddenly I heard the door squeaking open. Before squeaking closed once more. I felt relief. But that was masked with pure anger for the blonde little bastard who was no-doubtbly waiting to be jumped at any minute. "I'm let him sweat" I said quietly to myself. Standing up. Stalking towards the livingroom. The hallway was dark. And the only light that filled the living room was the light from the t.v. that I had left on. Hearing quiet shuffling from the other side of the room. I crossed my arms. And waited. I knew it was steve. But I couldn't really see him. 'Fucking asshole' I said yo myself.

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Steve POV: it was late. God it was late. 3:30-40. Something in the morning. My phone flooded with missed-calls. And 'unread' texts from bucky. I felt bad for avoiding those calls. But I refused to allow bucky to yell at me again. Not until I was home again. I quietly unlocked the door. Creeping inside. It felt strange. I expected to see bucky in the living room. Waiting. B it instead I was greeted with silence. "Huh.." I said to myself. I should have been relieved that bucky wasn't waiting. But I wasn't. I was fucking terrified. A calm quiet bucky was almost as terrifying ad the cold gaze from the winter soldier.

I took a deep breath tossing my things quietly into the corner by the door. Glancing around again. I knew bucky was pissed. And I knew I didn't make it better by just walking out of here, and then avoided him. "He's going to kill me. I just know it" I knew bucky always got his payback when he was angry. "Maybe I should be calmed him first before I left...." I sigh nervously before leaning against the back of the couch. Every Mucle on my body hurt. My hair fucking hurt 'was that even possible?' I thought. Then shook my head. I stood there for a long while trying to ease my pain. I knew I looked like shit. This mission had kicked all of our asses.

Bucky POV: . I stood there. Glaring. Watching steve. I wanted to go over there and beat his ass that's what I wanted to do. 'I just fuckin might' I thought to myself. Unfolding my arms creeping towards him. He didn't even notice me when I stood right behind him. Sometimes I could get the drop on him. I loved when I managed to.. "where.....the.....fuck.....were..you" i said in more of a statement instead of a question. My larger hands came up. Grabbing him by the shoulders. Holding him in place. I could feel him tense up. And lightly jerk. Steve wasn't stupid. If given the chance, he'd fucking run. Hints why I had him so tightly. I could feel his body lightly shifting as he stood quietly.. "buck....." I heard him mumbled. His voice came out quieter than expected. "Answer the fucking question." I said in a more demanding tone. A tone id often use back in the day with the snaller dimwitted punk. A demanding tone that would always make Steve talk.. "the....mission went south......" I heard the regret in his voice. That's when I started to regret my own harsh tone. I stayed quiet wanting him to keep going. "Hydra knew we were coming....it was a trap..they closed in on us.....if it wasn't for natasha id probably be dead right now....me and clint both" he lowered his head.. "they wanted you....they thought...you ...would honestly be with us. We were caught. But like I said. Thanks to natasha we're Alive..."

Bucky groaned loudly. Annoyance in his voice. It was obvious.. "your little punk ass just had to go. You just had to walk out of here and possibly get yourself killed....."

"Bucky.....i...should've listened....i shouldn't have done the mission....you were right.. I'm sorry" bucky could hear the regret and pain in Steve's voice. "Come on." Bucky moved his hands from Steve's shoulders. Placing his metal hand around Steve's wrist. Leading him to their fairly large kitchen.. pushing Steve into a chair. Flipping the light switch to get a look at his moron.. "Goddammit..." Bucky glared. A nice bruised cheek. A still bloody busted lip. A cut above Steve's left eye. Lightly red knuckles. Scratches along Steve's arms. Bucky was about to have a fucking heartbreak just from seeing that. "If you think this is bad. You should see the other guys...heh." Bucky however didn't laugh. He grabbed his things from their bathroom. And returned. Beginning to clean his moronic, always had something to prove. Boyfriend up. Not even a full hour later. Steve was patched up. And changed into something less bloody and dirty..

"Bucky...im so-" ..... "shut the hell up steve" bucky cut in. Not wanting to hear it. Steve knew bucky was beyond mad tonight. So he sat there with his head lowered..

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It was 5:00am. Steve was in the bedroom. Sitting on the bed. As bucky paced back and forth. Giving him a good stern talking to. "You never learn!. You never think!. You just.....do what you want!. No more! Not again." ..bucky pointed to steve. Before he stopped pacing. He'd scare steve.

"Punishment..." Bucky said. Seeing the strange look in Steve's eye.. Bucky moved his hands down. To begin fidgeting with his belt. Unhooking it. Before removing it.. "stand up..And turn around. Place your hands on the bed. And brace yourself" bucky didn't miss that look. That honest to got terrified. Scared look in Steve's eye when he realized what bucky was going to do. "Bucky.....bucky you....you don't have to do that. I'm sor-" .... "I won't tell you again" bucky said once more cutting Steve off. Before stepping closer.. .Seeing Steve stand up and scurry around. Before Steve was lightly bent over the bed..

Bucky stood behind Steve watching him. Letting him be afraid. Before he raised the belt. And cracked it hard against the bedpost. Right beside of where Steve was bent over. That earned a harsh flinch from steve. Steve looked over his shoulder to see the belt discarded against the floors. Two arms lace around Steve. Pulling him back into buckys warm chest.. "I would never use that on you....no matter how mad i am." Bucky whispered against Steve's hair.. "that fear you just felt... waiting for something bad to happen. That...that ......is the same fear I had waiting for you to come home tonight.....stevie....im not losing you.....i won't lose the one thing that makes me feel human again" ..bucky choked out. His own emotions betraying him. He felt Steve jerk. Then turn around facing bucky.

..Steve pushed himself closer to the other. Holding onto him tightly..

"Buck...you will never loose me...im so sorry I hurt you by causing you this fear.....im so sorry" Steve's hands held bucky's face. Before he leaned in all the way. Giving bucky a long waited kiss. Buckys arms around Steve's waist. Lips locked together. The moment felt never-ending.

That was until Steve began getting to touchy. A simple kiss soon turned into a makeout session. That also turned. Into bucky's head between Steve's legs. One hand slowly pumping Steve's cock. His metal hand at Steve's mouth with steve sucking on one of Bucky's fingers. Before bucky pulled it back. Pushing two large fingers into Steve's hole. Thrusting them softly. While his lips kissed every once of Steve's inner thigh.

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That sweet moment soon turned to Steve being bent over. Hands tied to the headboard. With bucky behind him. Fucking him like America depended on it.

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That ended up leading to a huge mess. And by huge mess. They'd broken the bed. Headboard cracked. [Steves fault] the legs that held their bed up broke beneath them. [Bucky's fault!] The beautiful black satin sheets were now cum covered and ripped. [They both ruined the sheets]

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But it was needless to say. After that night

All was fully forgiven. Bucky and Steve laid side by side. Holding one another. Silently thanking the gods that they had one another.

(Fin?. (Probably) )