#walker hate

The first time Bucky smells him, he thinks he’s lost his mind. Steve had been working for them for several months. The man had a smaller build, with blonde hair and intense blue eyes. Typical beta build, which is what was his marker on his applications.  So there was no reason to suspect anything. Then he and Steve were having a meeting with executives. Steve sat down right next to him, and Bucky smelled it. The gentle, sweet smell of an Omega washed over him. Hints of dark chocolate, espresso, and him. Bucky’s spine had gone stiff, and the hair on his arms stood up. Omegas always had blockers, so did Alphas. It kept society civil and stopped Alphas from being jumpy dickheads. 

He shifted in his chair, trying to keep his now flushing cheeks in check. This was ridiculous, yes, Bucky was an Alpha, but he took his own blockers. There was no reason for him to act like he'd never smelled an Omega before.

Yet it was so hard to ignore Steve, like his smell had been injected up his nose. He’d heard of fated or bonded mates. Pairs who, even with blockers, couldn’t ignore each other, meant to be or whatever bullshit people spun. It was just a cliche to sell fairytales. That was not what was happening right now, no, this was just his hindbrain getting in the way of the day.

“Mr. Barnes, what do you think of the new proposal?” His name being said snapped him out of his daydreams. 

“I think it will need some work, but overall it’s got the right structure.” Good, deflect you, dumbass, pay attention. Bucky scolds himself. 

The meeting continued for another thirty minutes, Bucky forcing himself to pay attention by finishing off his scalding hot coffee. Completely ignoring any looks Steve was giving him. He could practically feel the Omega worry washing over him. He needed to get it together. 

“Steve, can I talk to you for a moment?” Bucky asks, as the meeting finishes up, people slowly filter out of the room. 

Steve turns from his notes, collecting them up and shuffling them into his notebook. “Yeah, sure thing, Boss.”

Bucky has to stop himself from crushing the desk with his hand. Instead, he just gets up, grabs his own notes and laptop, and walks towards his office. He leaves the door open and loosens his tie. Keep it together, Barnes. This isn’t your first rodeo.

Steve came in the door, looking at it for a moment. “Do you want me to leave it open? Or closed?”

“Closed, please,” Bucky grits out, taking his suit jacket off and throwing it over his chair. The room was suddenly very small and hot. He sits down and waits for Steve to do the same. 

Steve does, still holding onto his notebook. Bucky can see a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Umm, what is it you wanted to talk about?”

Bucky blinks, and can feel the apprehension leaking out of Steve. “Why didn’t you tell us you are an Omega?”

The words leave his mouth, and Bucky wants to take them back immediately. The normally confident man immediately goes rigid, his face going completely pink, as he looks anywhere but at Bucky.

“I am not angry, Steve.” Bucky swallows, like that is going to make things better. This is why he was not matted. “Let me start over.”

Steve shakes his head, worry creasing his brow. “No, you’re right. I should have said something.” Bucky stops himself from saying anything more regrettable. “It’s hard to find work as an Omega, even though there are laws in place. I need this job, and I will be back on my stronger blockers next month.”

“Why aren’t you on your normal blockers?” Bucky asks, yes, he was painfully tactless. Though Steve seemed to take it in stride.

The smaller man fiddles with the rings on his notebook. “I couldn’t afford them.”

Bucky nods. That made sense; the hormone blockers he had to be on would be hundreds of dollars a month. This job paid well, but living in New York was expensive.

“How much are they?” Bucky asks, already pulling out his wallet. He wasn’t going to let this man be outed to the rest of the floor; HR would have a fit.

“No, no, I could not ask that of you.’ Steve says, going to stand up, his hand out as if to stop Bucky.

Bucky gives him a pointed look, which has Steve seated. “There are four other Alphas on your team. You are going to get noticed. Tell me the amount and take the rest of the day off. I’ll pen you down as running earns for me.” 

Steve squirms in his seat, clearly uncomfortable, but also not in a position to argue. 

“That or I have you work from home until you can get them. I’ll say you had something personal come up. It’s not a problem.” Bucky is trying desperately to give him a way out. Mostly because the longer Bucky is in the room with him, the more his control starts to splinter. The man smells like he'd taste like sunshine and warmth. 

“It’s two hundred and thirty dollars,” Steve stutters out, clutching at the book tightly. Looking like he might combust under Bucky's gaze. “But if it’s easier for me-”

Bucky takes out three hundred dollars and hands it to Steve. “You’re the best guy I’ve hired in years. Go get your meds and something to eat. If you need anything, text or call me.”

Steve looks at the money, his face still flushed. “I’ll pay you back. Thank you, Al-”

Stopping himself, Steve shakes his head and leaves the room.

***

Three months go by, and there is no sign of anything abnormal. Steve is back to his usual self, and Bucky hasn’t had a whiff of pheromones since that day. Not that it stopped him from walking by his desk more often than necessary. Steve had paid him back the next month, thanking him several times over. The only noticeable change had been him bringing Bucky coffee every day and occasionally dropping off lunch.

Steve was promoted to lead several projects and was doing a fantastic job. Anyone who said Omegas weren’t good at their jobs was lying. Steve cared about what he did and wasn't looking to throw anyone under the bus to complete his tasks. It made him stand out. He was a natural at this.

Part of Bucky wanted to talk with Steve more about that day. Ask him if he had felt the same draw that Bucky had felt. Even though that would be highly inappropriate. Bucky couldn’t help but think about him, especially when he was worked up. The man was always on his mind.

Instead, he had pushed it off, remained professional. Kept himself at a distance. Let him take on bigger and bigger roles. He was quickly becoming an asset to the company and someone who would quickly work their way up the ranks. Bucky couldn’t help but feel pride at that.

Then one day, Bucky saw a few people around one particular computer, Walker’s. He knew the Alpha and did not particularly like the man, but he was good at what he did, so he stayed on the team. The fact that it was lunch and there were other Alphas there made his hair stand on end. They were up to something, and not something good.

He strolls over, trying to keep himself in check; he didn’t even know what it was yet. But he had an idea, Alphas tend to be shit stirrers. 

“Can you believe this?” Walker gestures at the desktop in front of him. Completely unaware of Bucky walking up to him. “Been taking orders from an Omega.”

Bucky already knows what he is going to find, as he takes a few steps closer and sees it. There is a picture of Steve on a dating profile with the Omega symbol beside his name. Goddammit.

“Walker,” Bucky says, firm and sharp. Half of the goonsquad is gone with just those words. Bucky mentally remembering each of them. “See, you’re using your lunch wisely.” Bucky grabs a chair and slides in beside the man. The rest of the group quickly scrambled away from the scene.

Walker's face sours, like he licked a lemon, his hands moving to try and close out the screen. He is unsuccessful, and instead it remains in front of him. 

“I am sure Olivia would love to know about you looking at dating sites,” Bucky states, crossing his arms and watching the man get more flustered. 

“That wasn’t how I found it,” Walker deflects, his jaw clenching, as he places his hands firmly onto the desk.

“Yeah, just innocently landed on a dating site. Particularly for male Omegas. Should I phone her? Ask how the kids are doing.” Bucky keeps going, knowing that he has the upper hand.

“He lied on his resume.” Walker spits out, loud enough that others have taken notice. 

“My office, now,” Bucky says, keeping his tone even and quiet.

Walker all but stomps over to Bucky’s office. Bucky closes the door behind them and takes a moment to ground himself. A fist fight was not an appropriate response to this.

“I do not want to catch you talking about one of our own team members like that again,” Bucky says, his voice close to growling. The need to make his point clear about Steve emanating from him. 

Walker turns and gets into his face, a mistake. “What, is he your little Omega? That how he got this job?”

Bucky nearly puts the man through the wall. The idea of watching him go through drywall is more appealing than he wants to admit. Choosing to walk closer so that he is inches from Walker

“Don’t get jealous, Walker,” Bucky says, not backing down, voice low and controlled. “Steve came to me in confidence, and you decided to blast it all over the office. Like the brainless Alpha you are.”

The man winces at that, taking a step back, not submitting but no longer challenging him. 

“I’ll be transferring you next Monday. Steve deserves people who respect his privacy.” Bucky looks away for a moment. His heart thudded in his ears. “If I hear one word about any of this. I will make sure you no longer have a job.” Bucky grits through his teeth. 

“Well, fuck you, Barnes, I quit.” Walker barks out and goes to leave. Bucky doesn’t stop him, knowing better than to touch the enraged Alpha. 

“Just remember the contract you signed,” Bucky states before the man can open the door. “Can’t take any of our clients, can’t work for competing firms for a year. Lose all those benefits you've gained. Think about it before you quit. I’ll sign you out for the day.”

Walker leaves and door slamming shut hard enough to rattle the walls. 

***

Bucky is sitting in a small bar that’s far enough off the main roads that most people don’t know about. It’s quiet, with minimal music, and one tv that always has some sports game on. Usually, he’d go there on a Friday, but after today's shit storm, he’s decided he deserves it. There had been way too many questions that he had to answer when he asked for Walker and one of his lackeys to be moved a floor. Several team members had given him questioning looks, but he had managed to smooth it over. Steve hadn’t been doxed, besides HR making a note that Walker and he were not to interact. A shit storm, at least it had ended mostly well.

Someone sits down beside him, Bucky doesn’t look; just takes another sip of his drink. Watching the ice cubes melt. What he’d do to go home to someone, to bring them close to his chest, and have them tell him it would be okay. 

“I’ll take a martini, one of those espresso ones.” Steve’s voice has Bucky’s head turning. The smaller man sits beside him, looking at him with a small smile, blue eyes twinkling. “I heard what you did for me today.”

Bucky swallows, his glass clinking against the bar. “I was hoping that would stay underwraps.” Someone always had to talk. “They shouldn’t have been digging into your life. Not like that.”

Steve shrugs, “I probably shouldn’t have put myself on a dating app.”

“Well, not to rain on your parade, but they kind of suck.” Bucky chuckles, his tone gruff but teasing. 

“Oh man, they are awful.” Steve groans, rubbing his face. “If I have to get one more dick pic, I am gonna throw my phone out.”

Bucky grimaces at the thought, a streak of jealousy running through him. “That’s why I stopped. It just felt so unnatural.”

Steve thanks the bartender and takes a sip of his drink. “Call me curious, but how would you like to meet someone?”

Ordering another drink, Bucky takes a moment to think. He hadn’t really thought about dating someone in a long time. Having just given up on the whole idea.

“I haven’t thought about it in a long time. Work keeps me busy, and it’s not like I can just know who is a Beta, and who is an Omega.” Bucky sighs, swirling his drink like it might have answers. 

“Does that matter to you?’ Steve asks, it’s a fair question. Things weren’t as traditional as they used to be. Any coupling was fine, as long as everyone was happy. He'd even heard of Alpha’s dating each other.

“No, suppose not. I just always imagined myself with an Omega I could care for.” Bucky confesses, hating how easy it was to talk with Steve. “Maybe a few kids. Though that is probably not in the cards.’

“Why not?” Steve asks, continuing to finish his drink. His eyes are a little glassy as he looks at Bucky. 

Bucky turns to him, nose flaring without his permission, smelling how relaxed and at ease Steve is with him. The man was oozing comforting pheromones, blocker or not.

“Why did you come here, Steve?” Bucky finally asks, really taking him in for the first time. The man was not trying to hide his attraction to him at all. It made a purr want to ooze out of him, and he had to fight it. 

“Just wanted to thank my boss for not having me outed to the entire office.” Steve beams, his scent slowly wafting off of him in waves. “Also, you never answered my question.” 

Bucky licks his lips, trying not to breathe him in too deeply, and failing miserably. “Hmm, that’s all?” The word Omega almost slips in, but Bucky holds that back. 

Worrying at his lips, Steve’s fingers run along the stem of the glass. “Maybe, I was hoping that I could get to know my mysterious boss some more.”

Looking around the bar, he doesn’t spot anyone from work, but that doesn’t mean someone won’t come by. 

“Steve, I am your boss.” Bucky tries to keep himself professional, but the way Steve keeps looking at him is eroding his barriers. That didn’t cover how good he was smelling. 

Steve rolls his eyes, “No, really?” He lets out a soft chuckle and finishes his drink. “My place is about ten minutes away.”

Bucky’s eyebrows go up. Did he really just say that? Steve is putting money on the bar before he gets up and leaves. Leaving Bucky to scramble after him, giving the bartender a good tip. Going out the door, he spots Steve, who is leaning against the brick wall, cool as a cucumber. 

“So, are you interested?” Steve grins, little shit was playing him like a fiddle. 

Groaning Bucky shakes his head, “You do know this is gonna change things?”

“I would hope so,” Steve replies, grabbing Bucky’s hand and walking him back to his apartment. 

Bucky doesn’t see much of the apartment. Steve jumps him at the door, the man’s hands find Bucky’s face as the door is locked behind them. Standing on tiptoes, his lips hit Bucky’s like he thinks he will never get a chance to kiss again. 

There is nothing holding Bucky back now; everything around him smells so much like Steve. His instincts kick in, and he is picking Steve up and walking him to where he can scent his room is. The door opens, and Bucky moans as he is fully encompassed by Steve. 

“Clothes. Off,” Steve pants, as Bucky gently places him onto the soft mattress. The bed is covered in various blankets and plush pillows. 

Bucky doesn’t need to be told twice; his clothes are off in record time, Steve is in a similar state of undress. His knees tucked up under him, body trembling as he looks up at Bucky with big blue eyes.

“You did it on purpose,” Bucky hushes as he crawls towards him, cock already leaking against his stomach. “Let your blockers lapse, just to see what I would do.”

Steve shakes his head, “No, I swear.” He swallows, reaching to drag Bucky closer to him. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about how you looked at me. The way you smelled. It’s been stuck inside my head. Can’t stop it, Bucky.” 

Bucky groans as Steve’s legs part; he’s already hard and soaking the mattress underneath him. 

“You sure, Omega?” Bucky growls, pressing closer to Steve, his nose nuzzling against the side of the smaller man’s throat. Breathing him in and sliding deeper into the fog.

Steve whines and tips his neck back so that Bucky can lick along the mark there. “Please, Alpha. I need you.”

Bucky groans and lets himself stop overthinking this. He kisses and licks at the mark, not biting, not claiming, not yet. Before kissing Steve hard, and slotting his body against Steve’s. His hands run over the soft plains of the man's body. How he shuddered against the feeling. Keening and whining with need. 

Rocking his hips down, Bucky slots his cock beside Steve's. Despite being an Omega, he's impressive in size. Not nearly as thick as Bucky but long. The tip is red and oozing. Steve reaches down his hand and rubs over both of them as they rut against each other. 

“I couldn’t help it,” Steve stutters, “Every time I was near you, I remembered how you looked at me. How you didn't push me, took care of me.”

Bucky growls, feeling himself swell at the words. His large fingers dip below Steve's cock and stroke over his opening. The man shudders above him, knees falling open. His entrance is slick with need, and Bucky easily slides a finger in. 

Steve whines and presses down on Bucky's finger. “Please, I am ready. I need you.”

Bucky chuckles, more of a deep purr sound, and kisses Steve gently. As he keeps working the man open, adding another finger so he can scissor him. Feeling Steve drip down onto his own ass. 

“So needy, Omega,” Bucky hushes, adding a third finger and pushing it up, making Steve gasp. “This what you've been thinking about? Me fucking you in your nest. Stuffing you full of my cum, until you can't take it anymore.”

Steve bites his lips, his hand on both their dicks stroking faster as he nods his head. 

“Come on, baby.” Bucky teases, as he pushes deep in again. Feeling the man's wall clench around him. “Tell me what you want, Stevie.”

He withers some more, body covered in a sheen of sweat. Lips swollen, in both places, from being used. 

“Yes. Nngh. Please Alpha. Please, want you inside me. Want your knot to stretch me, like no else. Pleaseplease.” Steve whines, his hips stuttering as he tries to keep up with Bucky’s fingers.

Bucky can't say no to the pleas, removing his fingers with a slick squelch. He holds them up and then licks them. Fuck. Steve tastes so good, sweet, deep, with a musk that has Bucky’s hips stuttering. Without thinking, he grabs a pillow and shoves it under Steve. Opening him up, Bucky tapes his swollen cock against Steve's entrance.

“Last chance, Omega,” Bucky growls, just barely holding back. 

Steve answers by grabbing Bucky's hand and guiding him inside. The tight wet heat sucks at Bucky’s cock, has him straining to keep control of himself. It had been a long time since he had anything remotely like this, and he wanted to make it last. To make Steve feel good. 

Bucky lets himself slowly sink, gritting his teeth as his knot rests against the man’s hole. “Fuck, you feel so good, Stevie.”

The Omega’s hands are gripping onto Bucky’s forearms, his face scrunched in pleasure, mouth open, lips pink. Bucky watches him, lets him get used to the large intrusion.

“That’s it,” The urge to call Steve his makes his stomach tight and his dick twitch. “Just relax, Omega, I got you.”

He lets out a whine, chest heaving, his dick twitching and leaking heavily onto his stomach. Legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist. It’s too soon, but Steve isn’t waiting; his hips rock back and then forward, fucking himself onto Bucky.

“Slow, easy,” Bucky soothes, leaning to kiss Steve as gently as possible. Even as his body trembles to hold back. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

Moving so that one of his hands can find Steve’s cock, he strokes him as he starts to fuck into him. The two find a rhythm easily, Steve wrapping himself closer as more whines and whimpers leave him. Bucky watches him get lost in it, watches his eyes roll into the back of Steve’s head as his body lets go of any control. Bucky leans back so that he can use one hand to guide Steve and the other to stroke him. His own release speeding forward, his knot swelling at the base.

He wants to push further, to let his knot sink inside Steve’s hot and very willing body. Gritting his teeth he tries to make the words come out, to ask him. 

“You gonna let me,” Bucky pants, feeling himself swell, “Let me- knot you?”

Steve is nodding his head, hands digging into Bucky's back. “Yes, please, Alpha. Don’t stop.”

Bucky’s eyes roll as he lifts Steve up onto his lap and lets him slide all the way down, his knot slipping past the tight ring. Steve’s cock twitches several times as his body trembles, and he cums with a loud cry. Feeling him cum has Bucky’s body reacts on instinct, thick ropes of cum pulse out of him, as his knot swells and locks them both in place. 

“Fuck, yes, mine,” Bucky growls, the words slipping out as he holds Steve close to him. The two kiss softly and slowly as they ride the waves of pleasure washing over them.

“Yours,” Steve replies, fingers tracing over Bucky’s face. 

Turning carefully, Bucky moves some pillows so that they can rest carefully on the bed. Blankets coming up and over both of them. Steve purrs gently, his head resting against Bucky’s shoulder.  Bucky rubbed his hands up and down Steve’s back, holding him close. Letting the man relax against him. The haze of the act slowly becomes clear. He doesn’t want to break the moment, even as his cock twitches and pulses locked inside Steve. Knowing that soon they’d have to face the reality of the situation. 

“I can hear you thinking,” Steve sighs, fingers tracing patterns over Bucky’s skin.

Bucky swallows, not really knowing what to say. “I-uh-did that feel different to you?”

Steve chuckles, placing little kisses on Bucky’s collarbone. “Yes, like nothing I’ve experienced before.”

For a moment, Bucky isn’t sure if he is relieved or terrified. “I shouldn’t have said you were mine.”

Sitting up a little, Steve’s fingers make Bucky look at him. “What if I want to be yours?”

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