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The fucking Pussy Cat Club. Steve glares up at the sign, as he does every night as he walks through its doors. He hates that life has led him here of all fucking places. But times were fucking hard, and it was the only job he could get and well…a guy needed to eat. An honorable discharge from the Army, PTSD, no skills off the battlefield, and no desire to work in security had led him right here.

He walks into the locker room and tosses his bag up into his locker. Leaves his phone, everything in there. No phones in the club.

“Hey gorgeous.” The bane of his existence comes out of the showers, still drying off his hair, unashamedly semi-naked.

“Hey Bucky,” Steve says on automatic pilot, staring at his locker and not at the devastatingly hot Omega, whose level of devastation definitely increases when he’s dripping wet with steam still coming off him.

Steve changes into his work clothes methodically and tries desperately to ignore the Omega as he leans back, still topless, with tight black leather pants on, against the lockers next to Steve’s.

“Had a few good days off?” Bucky asks. He imagines Bucky is smiling pleasantly at him.

“Sure. How was yours?”

Bucky smirks at him. Pulls on a black fishnet vest.

“You ever gonna relax, Stevie?” he teases him, flicking his eyes up and down Steve deliberately.

“Nope,” Steve says, finishes tying his laces and walks past Bucky without looking back.

Bucky’s laughter follows him out into the club.

*

The reality of the place was somehow worse than Steve imagined.

He was hired as a handler for an Omega. His main job was to be behind the bar, but in every bar there would be Omegas being fucked for money about a meter away from him, and it was his job to keep an eye on them and make sure they didn’t get hurt, and the second they said their safe words or their scent gave off the slightest hint of distress, he’d escort the offending Alpha out, and make sure the Omega was okay. He’d also take the money and take bookings when people wanted to fuck the Omega and read the Alphas their rights (as Pierce liked to call it) and tell them everything they were not allowed to do. Usually, they used Betas as the handlers, but Pierce said with his prize Omega, it wasn’t enough. Pierce said he needed an Alpha that was strong, looked intimidating, but didn’t lose his shit at the scent of Omegas getting fucked or get too aroused by the whole thing. Someone honest and trustworthy. That was the problem – apparently several Alphas had come before him that weren’t up to the task.

He imagined Pierce would be a creepy, possessive, lecherous Alpha who’d be fucking all the Omegas in the back whenever he got the chance. The only thing creepy about Pierce was how detached and emotionless he was about the whole thing. He was a Beta. He was a businessman who Steve guessed was about 50. He always dressed in a tailored grey suit with a cornflower blue shirt, and the only thing he got excited about was profits.

Steve imagined he’d be protecting poor shrinking violet Omegas, that had been dealt a poor hand by life, had nowhere else to go but this job, and needed protection. It had left him completely unfucking prepared when he met absolute knot slut Bucky Barnes, who seemed to love his job more than anything else in the world.

When Pierce first showed Steve around the club, he’d imagined the place would be a cesspit, never cleaned, with bodily fluids dripping off the walls. Pierce kept the club cleaner than some diners Steve had eaten in.

“So, you’ll be working the public bar today. This is the one where everyone pays to get in, but they have to pay extra to fuck the Omegas; there’ll be a few on tonight, but you’ll be looking after my prize pony.” Pierce gave him a grin that made Steve’s stomach turn. “I’m hoping you’ll be a good match.”

In the public bar there were three tables for the Omegas to be strapped to, for the Alpha’s to take their fill. They were each strategically close to a bar, where their handler would be working.

“So, like we discussed, you take the money, you keep an eye on the Omega, everyone goes home happy.” He slapped a hand on Steve’s shoulder and winced. “Jesus Christ is there any part of you that isn’t muscle? Jesus. Anyway. Yeah. I’ll introduce you to Bucky. I’m hoping you’ll be a good fit; you look intimidating and that’s what I need to look after our favorite Omega. Some Alphas just lose their shit with him. You remember my two rules, son?”

“Don’t drink on the job, don’t fuck the Omegas,” Steve said.

Pierce grinned.

“Perfect. Okay. Well. Let’s introduce you to my money maker.”

He was expecting a poor, slip of a thing, usually what Alphas liked. Nervous, scared, helpless.

Jesus. How wrong he had been.

They’d walked into the locker room and Bucky had been dressing, topless and wearing sinfully tight jeans.

“Oh hey,” Bucky had smiled at him, confident and definitely flirting. He flicked his eyes up and down Steve. “You must be the new guy. Shit, he is big, boss.” The Omega had grinned at Steve and Steve had tried not to fall over backwards.

“Steve, Bucky, Bucky, Steve. It’s probably best to ignore him outside of work; he’s the thirstiest Omega I’ve ever met, and he’ll do literally anything for a knot. He’s got a lot of guys fired.”

“He’s not lying.” Bucky grinned, pulling on a black tank top.

Bucky looked around 20 years old, average size for a male Omega, toned, long beautiful brown hair, big grey eyes, lips that were made probably entirely of sin and a tiny cleft in his chin. He had dark eye make up on, but the rest of his face was au natural.

“Bucky, tell Steve your safe word,” Pierce said.

“Never needed it yet, but it’s Winter,” Bucky said.

Steve nodded.

“Some clients like to gag him, I mean.” Pierce looked at Bucky. “He does run his mouth, and they can, if they’ve paid to, but obviously he then can’t use his safe word, so you have to be extra attentive. The scent of distressed Omega is pretty obvious, I agree, but there can be a lot going on down there…scent wise.” Pierce pulled a face. “You’ll need to scent him - see how he smells when he’s happy.”

Pierce gestured to Steve and Bucky. Bucky tilted his head to the side. Steve forced himself forward and Bucky pulled Steve’s face in his neck, his hands running through Steve’s short hair.

Steve tried not to moan at the delicious heady and obviously aroused scent of cherry and oak. At the feel of the Omega’s fingers on the back of his head.

Steve staggered back a step and Bucky winked at him.

“Yeah, that’s why we charge so much for him,” Pierce said. “Okay. I think that’s everything. Questions?”

Steve shook his head. Was he allowed a safe word? Cos he just nearly died inside.

“Great. You can get him strapped onto the table and we’ll be ready to go.”

Steve had walked confidently behind Bucky down the maze of corridors down to the public bar, because after his somewhat colorful life Steve had learnt to bullshit his way through things and feign easy confidence pretty well.

The tables were the things that made Steve balk the most about the club. They reminded Steve of medical couches, except the Omega lay face forward on them. The Omegas were strapped down by their neck, wrists, and ankles, and there was hole in the table for their dick, if the Alphas wanted to play with that too. The tables angled and tilted, to allow the Omega to be placed ass up or head up with maximum support, with additional adjusters to spread their legs.

“It’s not that they need to be strapped down you understand,” Pierce had said at the look on Steve’s face the first time he’d shown them to him. “It’s all consensual, but the Alphas like it, the control ‘help, help, I’m at your mercy thing’,” Pierce had wrinkled his nose “but it also stops them throwing the Omegas around and hurting them. It works well. And it means they’re on full display too so you know if the Alphas trying something, and they can’t just take them off into a dark corner and piss on them or whatever it is Alphas like to do.” Pierce had rolled his eyes then looked at Steve. “No offence.”

“None taken.”

On the first night they worked together, Bucky had stripped as if Steve had seen it all before and handed Steve his pile of clothes to take back to the bar whilst he laid down and got comfortable. Steve tried to be casual as he strapped Bucky down. He could tell the Omega was already aroused, could smell the slick, see the flush starting at his neck. This was not what he had prepared for.

He smelled beyond incredible. Steve had desperately tried to get control of himself.

“Don’t worry honey, you’ll get used to it,” Bucky said as Steve fastened the buckle at Bucky’s right wrist.

Steve nodded. Checking the strap on Bucky’s neck wasn’t too tight.

“Its fine. Give it a pull,” Bucky said.

Steve did without thinking and Bucky moaned low in his throat. Steve jumped back like he’d been burned.

Bucky chuckled at him.

“You need to spread my legs a bit. Give them a better view. Give the spreader a few twists. That’s it.”

Steve made the mistake of standing behind Bucky as he did it and saw Bucky’s legs wide open, exposing his hole. Jesus. The Omega was stunning.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. Mmm,” Bucky sighed happily. “I hope Stark comes tonight.”

“Tony Stark?” Steve had asked before he could stop himself.

“Mhmm, he’s one of my regulars. Could you just give me a quick check, hun, make sure I’m ready? I wanna smell good when the clients come in.”

“Uh, what?” Steve had been getting fuzzy headed already.

“Two fingers honey, check I’m ready.” Bucky had smirked at him.

Jesus.

“Is that allowed I…?” Steve stumbled.

“Sure, long as you don’t put your dick in me.”

Steve closed his eyes and tried to breathe.

“Come on, I wanna make good money tonight, don’t you?” Bucky asked.

Steve gulped as he ran his fingers down the part in the Omega’s cheeks and slid two fingers inside. They went easy, and he knew full well Bucky must have known he was ready. Didn’t need Steve to tell him that.

“Uh!” Bucky huffed out. “Shit is that just two? How big are your hands?!”

“Shit sorry I…”

“No honey it’s nice. Yeah, stroke me honey just like that, take some of the slick and put it down my thighs a bit. Yeah, like that, they love that. You gotta make it, oh shit!” he gasped as Steve pushed his fingers back in. “Oh shit, yes, please baby, I…fuck…”

Steve pushed down on the Omegas prostate on instinct and slick pooled.

“Oh fucking hell, baby yes,” the Omega gasped. “Know what you’re doing down there don’t ya, darlin? God, I bet that dick’s big. God honey just do it, take your dick out and stuff me full I bet it’s so fucking big.”

“Jesus Christ.” Don’t fuck the Omegas. He’ll do anything for a knot.

Steve had stepped back, pulled his hand back like he’d been burned, and Bucky had laughed.

“Oh, well, I’m disappointed but you’re smarter than most,” Bucky sighed.

Steve had rolled his eyes, walked back to the bar, and been taunted by the Omega’s amused smile as he turned back to face him.

The other Omegas came in with their bartender bodyguards following right after and greeted each other casually as they got strapped in.

“This is the new guy, Steve,” Bucky told them.

There was an unenthusiastic murmur of ‘hey’ before they got to work.

“Honestly Bucky,” one of the blonde Omega girls said with a dramatic sigh. “If I knew you were here, I maybe wouldn’t have bothered.”

“Don’t be silly, you know there’s plenty to go around.”

“Yeah, seems like you already got a head start,” she said.

“Oh well, he’s new,” Bucky winked at her from the table. “I can still talk him into that shit.”

The music started then, the lights dropped, and the members started to enter.

At first Steve was just serving drinks, guys were sitting around, not comfortable, or desperate enough yet to pay attention to the Omegas. But when it got started it was like a wall of dominos. Alpha after Alpha paying for a ride on Bucky. And that’s when Steve has his last assumption destroyed. This was no arduous chore for Bucky. He learnt that Bucky…Bucky just loved being fucked.

The first guy, Steve barely wrote down his name the man was so eager, got to his knees behind Bucky and spent his entire allotted time eating out the Omega’s ass till Bucky nearly cried. Never even stuck his dick in him, despite the Omega repeatedly begging to be fucked. Steve could smell the overwhelming scent of Bucky’s slick that he was about to get way too familiar with. The next guy happily fucked into the previous guy’s slick sloppy mess. He made Bucky’s head drop forward with satisfaction as he pounded into him, Bucky yelled out and stared at Steve as he came. The next guy was none other than Tony Stark, the billionaire philanthropist Alpha himself.

“Oh hey,” Tony said as he came to the bar. “Bucky got a new handler, huh? I’m Tony.”

“Yes, he did, I uh, know who you are Mr. Stark.” Steve looked down at the paperwork. “Do I need to ask you all these questions? Bucky said you’re a regular.”

“I mean you can, but you should probably ask instead what happened to the last handler.” Tony winked at him.

Tony was surprisingly charming and handsome up close. On TV, Steve always got the urge to punch him in the face.

“I can imagine,” Steve said.

“You can’t. Trust me. What’s your name?” Tony slid his black Amex across the counter.

Steve swiped it and handed it back.

“Steve.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve. Hopefully you don’t end up in Pierce’s meat grinder.”

Steve didn’t have time to contemplate what that meant before Tony was walking over to the Omega. What surprised him with all the paid johns was how gentle they were with Bucky. It wasn’t what he expected at all.

Tony knelt in front of the Omega.

“Tony!” Bucky grinned at him in delight.

“Hey Sugar,” Tony said to him, kissing him long on the lips. Tony was allowed to do that. Tony had added all the extras onto the basic package. Because of course he had. “How you been?”

“Good honey, missed your dick.”

Tony walked behind him.

“Yeah, sure looks like you’ve been getting no action at all,” Tony said.

Bucky laughed.

“You gonna sing for me tonight honey?”

“Yes, Alpha,” Bucky purred.

So, Steve had to watch as Tony fucking Stark fingered Bucky, because that was his job now. To watch the Omega carefully to make sure he was okay. Even when said Omega looked like he was on cloud fucking nine getting his prostate and his dick stroked. Maybe it would have been okay if Bucky didn’t keep making eye contact with him and grinning like the happiest man on earth.

“Tony, fuck,” Bucky moaned. “Come on, want your dick, want your knot, fuck me come on.”

“Mmm come on, come for me first Sugar, get my dick all nice and wet.”

Tony fucked him fast with his hand and Bucky yelled as he came, staring right at fucking Steve. Jesus Christ. Did this job come with health insurance? Cos Steve was going to drop down dead.

Then Stark fucked him to his heart’s content. He stroked Bucky’s hair, his back, down his sides, and muttered to Bucky about what a beautiful filthy little slut he was. Bucky started really yelling and screaming and Steve got what that singing comment was about now. Bucky screamed out another orgasm and Tony came inside him.

Tony kissed Bucky’s neck before he pulled out and glanced up at Steve. Steve was sure it was to make sure Steve was doing his job properly and watching out for any Alpha’s about to bite Bucky’s neck.  

It’d be difficult with the collar, but it could probably still be done. Tony ruffled Bucky’s hair when he was finished. Gave Steve a salute as he left.

A couple of Alphas came in after that to use Bucky together, one taking his ass and the other his mouth and obviously Steve had to pay special attention then cos Bucky couldn’t talk. Cos that was really what he needed, with his dick so hard it was either about to drop off or carve a hole through his slacks.

Those two were a little rougher, and Bucky’s file says that’s fine. Steve would be worried if Bucky’s aroused scent wasn’t so fucking thick in the air every time one of the Alpha’s went deep down his throat and fucked his mouth. When the pair left Bucky had tear tracks on his cheeks but looked so blissed out. Steve still popped around from the bar to check on him.

“You okay, Bucky?”

“God yes. Keep ‘em coming Steve. I’m still thirsty.”

Steve wondered if Bucky had some kind of mental condition.

“Want me to wipe your face?”

“Oh no, the Alphas love that.”

Steve nodded, despairing at his designation, and headed back behind the bar.

They kept coming, ten more, Steve’s ledger said, before their shift was up. Through every fucking one Bucky grinned at him. And then the lights came on.

He went to pick up the puddle of Omega, which was his second to last job for the night, before he tidied up the bar and cashed out.

Bucky was boneless. There was a mess under him that might need a mop. That, thankfully, was not Steve’s job. Steve just had to try not to step in it.

He wiped the Omega over with the disinfectant wipes and undid the straps. He picked Bucky up, cos there was no way anyone could stand after that. Bucky was the most content purring Omega Steve had ever seen. It broke his brain, and all assumptions he’d ever held about the Omega sex worker industry.

“You okay, Bucky?”

“So good, Steve. God. I wish you were an Omega, so you got to feel like this. Everyone should feel like this. It’s so much better than drugs.”

Steve decided not to pry into any of that.

“Okay, nest room, or locker room?”

“Nest room. Pillows.”

“You got it.” Steve carried the boneless Omega bridal style to the nest room and plonked him down on the blankets. He got him a bottle of water and made him drink it. Tucked him up with blankets and pillows.  

This was all part of the job as Pierce explained it.

“Cuddles?” Bucky asked.

“Uh no, that’s how I end up in the meat grinder, right?” Steve gave Bucky an extra pillow instead.

“That’s a myth,” Bucky laughed, dazed. “He doesn’t really have a meat grinder. I swear Scott’s just fine, I think he’s gone to work in accounting… after he accidentally fucked me senseless, and Pierce fired him.”

“Yeah, not taking my chances. I’m gonna go close up.”

Steve stared at the amount of money they’d made as he cashed out. He tidied and cleaned the bar, checked everything was where it should be, then went back to Bucky.

He'd thankfully managed to ditch the erection by that time as Pierce was leaning on the door frame waiting for him.

Bucky had come back to down earth and was sitting up, eating a packet of crisps, wearing a dark red baggy T-shirt.

‘”Acceptable?” Pierce asked Bucky, gesturing to Steve.

“Yes sir, exemplary behavior.” He ate another crisp and winked at Steve. “Deeply disappointing really.”

“Wonderful. Well done,” Pierce said to Steve. “Welcome to the team.”

Steve smiled and nodded.

“Thank you, sir.”

Steve went home and tried not to have a nervous breakdown on the subway over the way the Omega smirked at him. How could you eat crisps sexily? It just. Shouldn’t be allowed.

He got home and nearly wanked himself raw at the memory of exactly how the Omega felt as he pushed his fingers inside him - tight, wet, hot, silky, and perfect. How he’d looked getting fucked by every single one of those Alphas. After he’d done and held his knot imagining the Omega squealing around it, he’d tried to find a silver lining in that he’d at least never have to pay for high quality porn ever again. The price might be that he was driven to madness, or that he ended up in a meat grinder, but at least there was that.

*

“I wanna turn him over.”

“Uh huh,” Steve nods, and indicates the pricelist to the Alpha.

The Alpha nods. Hands over the cash.

They’re having a private party tonight, a smaller room, one Omega, six Alphas, but it’s a work party. They take their turn.

They are allowed to have Bucky on his back. For a price. And they’re not allowed to touch the straps.

They all know the rules so well at this place. Steve steps from behind the bar and all the Alphas step back a good two meters from Bucky. It’s been six weeks and he’s never had to lift a finger for an unruly Alpha. Pierce says it’s cos he’s intimidating. Steve’s not that sure.

He crouches next to Bucky to undo the collar first.

“They want you on your back, that okay?”

“Oh, huh, yeah, fun.” Bucky grins at him. He’s too fucking sexy for his own good.

It’s not often Bucky gets a change in position, Steve supposes. Most Alphas don’t seem to care. The stereotype rings true. Not for Steve though. If Steve ever had Bucky, he’d take him in every position known to fucking man. He’d take him from every angle he could. He’s pretty aware of the noises Bucky makes to different things already, but he’d fuck Bucky up so much he’d know how to compose a symphony with the Omega’s wails.

He undoes the rest of the straps. Bucky turns on his back. Steve re-straps him. Resisting the urge to run his mouth down the Omega’s neck, his chest, suck his dick till his cries. He checks the position with the Alphas, they request for Bucky’s legs to be higher, wider. Steve positions him just right.

“Uh, that’s perfect, man, thank you,” the Alpha says as he pushes back into Bucky. ‘Perfect.”

Steve nods. He stands just next to Bucky’s head. When they want the Omega on their back the handler has to stay right next to them. They’re too vulnerable like that, Pierce says.

“Oh fuck,” Bucky gasps at the change in angle.

Steve looks straight ahead.

“Mmm honey you like that? Like my dick just there?” The Alpha says.

Apparently, Bucky fucking does cos he’s coming within minutes, whole body jerking as he does. Steve makes the mistake of flicking his eyes down to check Bucky’s okay and sees Bucky right up close, all of his beautiful face this time now he’s been turned over, shocked and contorted in pleasure as he comes, mouth wide open.

“Oh shit, oh shit.” The Alpha seems to think the same. “Sweetheart, look at that. Yeah. You like that huh? Yeah, honey give it to me. Come for me sugar. Squirting all over my shoes Doll face? Fuck, look at that.”

Bucky squeals, writhing in his straps.

“Mmm, shame I can’t knot you, huh Sugar?”

Bucky whines.

That’s the thing. They’re not allowed to knot the Omegas till the end of the night. No one is. Not even Tony Fucking Stark.

And it’s not the end of the night. And this guy definitely isn’t Stark.

“Poor baby, want my fist instead?”

“Oh God, yes, yes,” Bucky barely looks at the Alpha, just looks straight at Steve as he says it, and nods.

The Alpha’s friend comes and puts more money in Steve’s hand before Steve can even read out the price.

“I wanna fuck his mouth at the same time,” the second Alpha says.

“Yes, fuck, Alpha, please.” It’s Steve that Bucky’s begging for. Always is.

More money in Steve’s hands.

Steve carefully tilts Bucky’s head down and back. The right position for the Alpha to fuck into his mouth.

“Hold my hand,” Bucky says to Steve.

It could be a safety thing, with his mouth being used, though Steve knows that’s probably not what this is. But he goes along with it cos you can’t cause a fuss in front of the parties.

He stands at Bucky’s side, facing him, holding his hand, watching him get his face stuffed with Alpha cock, listens to the one behind him groaning as he adds another finger. Bucky just looks way too good being fucked.

Bucky squeals around the dick in his mouth as he’s stretched further. The Alpha opening Bucky up with his fingers leans down to suck Bucky’s dick and Bucky’s muffled yells and whimpers fill the room.

“Yeah fuck, look at that, look at him open for me, four fingers fuck, he’s so wet.”

The Alphas are quickly Omega drunk, crowding around him and taking turns fucking Bucky’s mouth, putting notes in Steve’s free hand.

“Can he take two dicks in his mouth at the same time?” One of the Alpha’s asks.

“Pull back and I’ll ask him.”

They do.

“Why don’t you find out,” Bucky grins at the two Alpha’s wanting to fuck his mouth.

And obviously, Bucky can, and the sight is so fucking obscene. Steve’s poor work trousers. Steve’s often surprised they don’t split open with the strain they have to endure on a daily basis.

Bucky’s hand clenches around Steve’s as the Alpha slides in his fist.

“Mpfff!”

Steve smells carefully, gets nothing but the scent of bliss off Bucky. Does not interrupt. Tries not to have an internal meltdown. The Alpha starts slowly fucking Bucky with his fist and Bucky goes boneless, head dropping back slack and barely gagging on the dicks that are taking turns fucking his throat. His grip on Steve’s hand loosens.

“Just a sec,” Steve says to the Alphas fucking his throat.

The Alphas obediently pull back.

Steve wonders if he’s ever gonna get the chance to punch someone. They pull out and Steve checks in with him.

“I’m good,” Bucky says immediately.

Steve nods and gestures for them to continue.

They keep going for another hour, during which time Bucky seems to have one continuous fucking orgasm, not that Steve’s at all jealous, and then ask if they can knot him.

Bucky agrees so Steve agrees. Bucky squeals on the knot, his hand still gripping Steve’s, trying desperately to grind himself down against it even though he knows he can’t move much on the table.

“Yes, yes, baby he’s so hungry for that huh, look at him.”

“So fucking hot.”

“Baby girl you’re so perfect for your Daddy, aren’t you?”

Steve keeps his face blank. Do not judge the Alphas. At least, not externally.

“Yes, Alpha,” Bucky says immediately. “Fuck daddy, yes fuck me, wanna be your good little girl.”

Bucky knows how to work a crowd. Steve keeps his face blank, wonders if he can ever erase that phrase from his head.

The Alpha blows his load, his friends either come on Bucky or in his mouth, then they thank them both, clean themselves up and leave.

“Oh my God,” Bucky sighs happily, slack against the table. “That was good.”

“One of these days I’m gonna get Pierce to get a hose installed down here,” Steve says, grabbing the wipes.

“Was that…a joke?” Bucky mumbles through his orgasm happy daze.

“No,” Steve said flatly. “You’re disgusting. I’m putting you in the shower.”

“Wanna nest.”

“Shower,” Steve insists, his hygiene standards too high to throw a sticky Omega in the nest with all that upholstery.

Steve wipes the worst of it off Bucky and scoops him up. Puts him in the shower and hoses him down. He does at least make sure the water is nice and warm and uses Bucky’s favorite soap.

Bucky sits in the shower with his head back on the tiles and submits to being washed.

“Steve. You’re getting your clothes wet.”

“Well, I sure as hell ain’t getting in there with you naked, you fucking minx.”

Bucky huffs a laugh.

“Be so easy baby, just get those clothes off, lock the door, slide that big fucking dick in me, no one would have to know. Whoops, you slipped.”

“Yeah, ‘cept Pierce, I’m sure. Why you always trying to get me fired?”

Bucky sighs as Steve slides his soapy hands over Bucky’s skin. He’s so gorgeous. So perfect.

“Mmm, Steve,” Bucky sighs. “That’s lovely.” For once it’s not laced with lust. “Not trying to get you fired, promise. You could just slide a couple of wet fingers in me. Tell em you slipped whilst you were washing me. Whoops. I won’t tell them. Won’t tell them you fucked me with your fingers till I cried.”

“Uh huh, and why should I trust an honest daddy’s girl like you?”

That gets a proper laugh from Bucky.

Pierce knocks on the door as Steve’s drying Bucky off.

“Everything okay? Bucky’s not in the nest?” Pierce calls through.

Steve opens the door, he knows Bucky doesn’t care.

“All good sir. Just needed…extensive decontamination.”

“God, I wish I never asked. Thank you, Rogers.”

“Sir?”

“For keeping your clothes on. You’re a credit to your designation.”

Pierce leaves them.

Bucky snorts. Steve picks him up in the towel and takes him back to the nest. He sits next to him, dries him off and pours three bottles of water down Bucky’s neck.

Bucky tries to snuggle up to him. Steve gives him a look.

“Omegas need affection after multiple orgasms and being knotted you know, or they can drop. It’s in the book.”

It is in the book.

Steve lets Bucky crawl into his lap and tucks his head in Steve’s neck and Steve wonders if he died on the battlefield and this is hell’s newest form of torture. It’s innovative and effective if it is. He strokes Bucky’s hair. He shouldn’t, it’s just as soft as it looks. Bucky purrs against his chest, it starts as a low rumble in Bucky’s chest then resonates out loud into the room. It might be the most wonderful sound Steve’s ever heard. The happiest scent comes off Bucky that Steve’s ever smelled.

Piece comes back again. Steve gives him a helpless shrug at the Omega in his lap.

“He said he was dropping.”

“It’s fine. They need that sometimes, it’s good for them. Though I imagine he wasn’t actually dropping and is still trying his best to impale himself on your dick. Can you pick up an extra shift on Wednesday night? Bucky said he can work it.”

“Yeah sure.”

“Fantastic, thanks Rogers. I appreciate it.”

“No problem, sir.”

“Steeeeve,” Bucky purrs happily and Steve idly wonders whether they put you in the meat grinder headfirst, or feet first.

*

On Wednesday, an Alpha says something lecherous and goes for Bucky’s straps. The Alpha’s flat on his back before Steve registers even moving. There’s a collective gasp and Thor soon comes striding in from the front. Thor looks down at the unconscious Alpha, then to Steve and laughs.

“You putting me out of a job, Steve?”

“Sorry, I uh, overcompensated,” Steve says to the bouncer, looking at his still clenched fist.

“What’s going on?” Bucky’s trying to crane his head back, still strapped to the table.

“Steve knocked out your client,” Thor laughs.

“Oh my God,” Bucky laughs.

“Crime?” Thor asks Steve, getting a notebook out of his pocket.

“Went for the straps. Was also being creepy and gross.”

“So gross,” Bucky confirms.

Thor nods. Snaps a picture of the guy’s passed out face.

“Great, lifetime ban for you sir.” Thor grabs the Alpha by the back of his shirt and unceremoniously drags him across the floor towards the door, making sure to drag him through all the bodily fluids.

“Good job, son.”

Steve jumps, he didn’t even hear Pierce come up behind him.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Thor!” Pierce calls to him. “Leave him out on the pavement for a bit. Let people know what happens when you overstep at the Pussy Cat Club.”

He says the name with full seriousness and Steve tries to keep a straight face.

“Not taking him to the meat grinder?” Thor asks.

“Not today.”

 Thor gives a disappointed grunt and carries on dragging the guy out.

“You okay, honey?” Pierce asks Bucky, putting a hand on his head.

“I’m fine, I’m annoyed I didn’t get to see it,” Bucky laughs.

“I’ll show you the CCTV later,” Pierce says.

“There’s CCTV?” Steve’s head jerks to Pierce.

“Oh yes. It’s in the fine print,” he gestures to the paperwork everyone has to sign on the bar.

(Steve checks later, it is, it’s all deleted at the end of the night.)

“What did you do? I just heard a thud,” Bucky says.

“…I punched him.”

“That’s so hot. Oh my God,” Bucky says.

Steve and Pierce roll their eyes in unison.

“You good to carry on?” Pierce asks Bucky. “You know you can tap out any time, especially after assault.”

“Assault? He didn’t even touch me,” Bucky laughs. “Fucker never had a chance.”

And so, they carry on. All the clients are extra polite to them for the rest of the night.

Bucky’s sitting in Steve’s lap in the den of pillows and quilts later at the end of the night with his head resting back on Steve’s shoulder.

“Steve?” the Omega tilts his head up.

“Yeah?” he’s getting ready to tell the Omega absolutely not.

“Thanks.”

Steve smiles, surprised.

“You’re welcome.” Steve kisses him on the head. “You know I’d never let anyone hurt you, honey.”

The purr the Omega lets out makes Steve think he may have completely said the wrong thing.

*

They come in on Thursday for a private party at 9, but when he gets there, Pierce tells him they’ve amended the booking to 10. Steve shrugs and goes to sit in the coffee room, figuring he’ll read his book on his Kindle.

Bucky’s in there already of course.

“Coffee darling?” Bucky asks him with a grin.

There’s a Beta in there Steve doesn’t know.

“Yeah, please.”

Bucky nods. Puts coffee in front of Steve where he’s sits down with his Kindle. Bucky then sits next to him and cuddles up and Steve can’t be bothered to argue. It feels too nice. He throws his arm around Bucky and Bucky grins in triumph, snuggling up against him and throwing one leg over Steve’s.

“How was your day?” Bucky asks him, blowing on his coffee like they’re on the sofa and Steve just got in from work.

“Fine darlin’,” Steve drawls, playing along for a change. “How was yours?”

“Well, I got up three hours ago and no one’s tried to fuck me yet so pretty disappointing so far.”

Steve huffs a laugh.

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“Oh wait no there was a guy on the subway,” Bucky says.

“Of course.”

“Whatever, like you don’t have Omegas falling at your feet.”

“Haven’t tripped over any so far,” Steve quips.

Bucky laughs.

“I don’t believe you either.”

“I mean they might be but my friend Nat says I wouldn’t notice if someone was hitting on me even if they were shoving their crotch in my face,” Steve’s not sure what makes him share that detail.

“Oh God, are you saying I need to try harder?” Bucky asks.

Steve laughs, he can’t help it. Bucky is just awful. But he’s also funny.

“Honey if you tried any harder, I’d put in a HR complaint.”

“My whole career is a HR complaint,” Bucky says.

“That I can believe.”

Bucky drinks his coffee quietly and lets Steve read his book.

Eventually he runs out of coffee.

“Gonna go take a shower.” Bucky says.

That’s when he leans over and kisses Steve full on the lips, lingering for a second, then leaves before Steve can work out what just happened.

“For fucks sake,” Steve groans.

Now he’s gonna be thinking about that for weeks.

“He’d a handful, huh?” the Beta across from him smiles at him.

“I think God has sent him to punish me for all my sins. Except I don’t think I committed that many.”

The Beta laughs and leans over the coffee table to offer Steve his hand.

“Sam Wilson.”

“Steve Rogers.” Steve takes it.

Sam squints at him.

“Ex-Army?”

“Yeah guilty. You?”

“Yep. Honorable discharge with a case of the crazies.”

“Yep, same.”

“How long you been back?” Sam asks.

“Two years, you?”

“Four. Spent three of them here. For my sins.”

Steve smiles and nods.

“You like it here?” Steve asks.

Sam laughs.

“Likes not the word. Tolerate it here. Like the money.”

“Money’s real good.”

It was the reason he hadn’t just fucked Bucky to his heart’s content and sacked off the job. They made an obscene amount of money. Especially with the parties. The Alphas, when they got wound up, they just kept slapping dollar bills in his hand. For more, more, more. More of that gorgeous Omega. Maybe he was a prize fucking pony. And it’s all commission based, the more money Bucky makes, the more Steve gets. He’s never been so comfortable, being able to afford rent, bills, food, and actually having some money left over for himself. He thinks he might be able to afford a decent haircut this month.

“I don’t know how you stand it. Pierce burnt through God knows how many Alphas before he got to you, you know, cos they couldn’t stand watching him being fucked and not having him for themselves. Isn’t this killing you?”

“I was trained to withstand high levels of torture,” Steve drawls and Sam laughs.

Bucky comes back with a blonde Omega who Bucky thinks might be named Sharon. He thinks she’s the one Sam’s assigned too. She seems much easier to handle, a million times less of a headfuck. Steve’s stupid brain still prefers Bucky.

“Come on boys,” Sharon says to them. “Let’s go earn a living.”

*

The party is fairly straightforward, as much as these things ever are. It’s a bachelor party, so the guys are pretty young and don’t ask for anything weird. They don’t ask to move Bucky. They seem a little nervous, actually, and Steve thinks this is probably their first time in a place like this.

Steve takes their money, and still watches carefully how they are with Bucky, even though they don’t seem that sure what to do with him, let alone overstep. Bucky still writhes and moans, staring Steve right in the eyes, but Steve’s not quite buying it 100% tonight. Bucky’s cries aren’t quite as loud, the scent of arousal not quite as strong, and he doesn’t think these boys are hitting the spot.

They pay well though and they finish up pretty quickly. Bucky looks a little disappointed when they’re done. Doesn’t even need Steve to help him back to the nesting room. He still pretends he does though so Steve scoops him up.

“You’re a little shit you know that?” Steve asks him as he pretends to stumble into Steve’s arms so Steve will hold him close and carry him to the nest room.

“Obviously.” Bucky looks cranky as Steve lays him down on the pillows.

“What’s up with you?” Steve asks as he sits down next to him, he really doesn’t mean to ruffle Bucky’s hair when he pulls him in close. The affectionate gestures come way too easy these days.

“They weren’t that good,” Bucky grumbles eventually. “Feel like I still need a good fucking and to get my hair pulled a bit more.”

Steve can’t help but laugh.

“Oh honey, only got a couple of orgasms out of work today not six? You poor little thing.”

“Fucking pups,” Bucky sighs. “Should have got you to show them how it’s done. They’d have loved a demonstration.”

Steve smirks. God he shouldn’t. He always takes Bucky’s bait way too easy.

“Yeah, what makes you so sure I know what I’m doing? How do you know I’m not a virgin too?”

Bucky gives him a sarcastic look.

“No one that looks like you got this far in life without getting their dick wet a few times.”

“Mm, no one that looks like me, huh?” Steve sighs.

He doesn’t mean to get cranky. Bucky doesn’t even know. But it still feels like a slap across the face.

Bucky frowns at him, detecting Steve’s mood change instantly. Fucking Omegas.

“What’s wrong? What did I say?” Buck asks, looking up at Steve like a kicked puppy.

“Nothing darling, you all good, right? I gotta go.”

He doesn’t wait for Bucky to reply before he leaves. He knows Bucky’s fine, there’s no way he’s gonna drop after that, but Steve doesn’t want to be an asshole. Still is though, apparently as he walks out, ignoring Bucky calling after him.

He dresses quickly, so the Omega can’t catch him before he leaves, and slips out of the club.

They have a couple of days off after that, which Steve hopes will calm him down, but only results in him wanking himself senseless over the idea that Bucky was unsatisfied by the young alphas, that he’ll walk in after, give him a proper fucking railing, and watch him go slack and happy after. His perfect little Omega.

He knows theoretically that Bucky isn’t his. Steve literally watches him get fucked by other men. But God it’s easy to forget Bucky isn’t his Omega. When Steve’s the one taking the money (physically at least), he’s the one Bucky says yes to when the Alphas ask to do something different, he’s the only one that touches his straps, he’s the one that washes him, tucks him into the nest. And that’s even before the cuddles.

His Alpha brain growls that Bucky is all fucking his, despite never having had his dick in him.

*

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He has gotten around to feeling like a jerk about how he spoke to Bucky by the next time he comes in. He’s going to apologize when he gets in the locker room, because they usually get in at around the same time, but Pierce is waiting for him in front of the door to the locker room.

“I didn’t fuck him!” Steve blurts, suddenly envisioning a scenario where Bucky’s been pissed enough at Steve being rude to him that he’s lied to Pierce.

Pierce barks a laugh.

“You’re not in trouble. I just want to discuss a client’s requests with you and Bucky. Bucky’s already in my office.”

Steve frowns as he follows Pierce down the corridor to his office. Requests usually went through Bucky only, for obvious reasons.

Pierce’s office is small, with only room for Pierce’s desk, his chair, and two chairs on the other side.

Bucky’s already in there, sitting in god damn leather trousers and a black off the shoulder top. He looks devastatingly hot and is obviously aware of this. 

“Did you come from a Grease rehearsal?” Steve had no idea why he says it, they snipe at each other all the time, but Pierce is right behind him.

“Why, you gonna start treating me right Danny Zuko?” Bucky bats back in a second, his accent worryingly on point.

Steve laughs despite his best efforts and sits down next to him.

Pierce ignores them and sits down behind the desk, pulls out a few pieces of paper from the printer and puts them on the desk. Bucky leans forward to look and Pierce pulls them out of eye shot.

“Wait,” he tuts at Bucky. Bucky pouts. “We have a specific client request. You are inclined to say no, as always, both of you.”

Bucky quirks at eyebrow and looks at Steve.

“How much is it?” Bucky asks.

“It’s gonna be three grand.” They take about two between them on a good night, before they all take their cut so it’s already sounding pretty good, before Pierce says: “Each, take home.”

“Oh,” Bucky says. “No watersports. You know that.”

“No, that’s one of the few things that isn’t in here.” Pierce looks down at the piece of paper with distaste.

Now Steve’s the one leaning forward.

“I would read it out but…I’d really rather not, you can read it for yourselves.”

He turns the paper round and lets Bucky read it first. 

“Oh hell fucking yes, absolutely. It’ll be a good change from those fucking kids the other night,” Bucky says. He’s practically licking his lips.

Pierce frowns at Steve.

“You didn’t tell me there was something wrong?”

Steve laughs.

“There was nothing wrong. They were just young and didn’t know how to fuck,” Steve says. “They were very well behaved.”

“Oh.” Pierce rolls his eyes at Bucky. “For godsake. Okay.”

Bucky smirks at Steve and hands him the piece of paper.

“If you’re up for it darling.”

Steve frowns, wondering what the hell this is supposed to have to do with him.

Private room, specifically requesting Bucky, just the one client, for two hours, all sounding very normal, if pricey, for one person to pay all that themselves. Then they get to the BDSM and the sex toys. He raises an eyebrow. The guy wants to have Bucky in a cock cage, tied with his hands behind his back instead of to the table, but still ankles and collar to the table. He wants him in nipple clamps, with plug in. He wants to spank him, wants to edge him, wants to fuck him, wants to use toys, wants to knot him, pull his hair, rough him up a little, scratches, slaps.

Oh. It’s the final line where Steve comes in. He wants Bucky to spend the entire time with Steve’s dick in his mouth. Wants Steve to fuck Bucky’s mouth when he tells him to. Steve raises his eyebrows. Bucky is grinning at him like a shark.

“But that’s not allowed,” Steve tries to keep his voice even.

“Not usually, no. But, it’s a specific client request, and you’ve proved yourself extremely trust worthy, so I’m considering allowing it. If you think you can handle it. You seen what he said? He’s said he wants you to either stay hard the whole time, or be able to get it up again pretty damn fast.”

“I…that won’t be a problem,” Steve says.

Pierce waits.

Steve rolls his eyes.

“I have a very short refractory period,” he clarifies.

“How short?” Bucky asks.

“Near instant, sometimes,” Steve sighs.

“Could you be any more fucking perfect, would you please just let him fuck me it’ll be the best day of my life!” Bucky begs Pierce.

Pierce ignores him.

“Okay. Well. If you’re both up for it, that’s Wednesday night.”

It’s Tuesday tonight and they’ve got one of Stark’s parties in. They both agree.

They make their way back to the changing rooms.

“I’m…” Steve starts when they close the door behind them. It feels weird to say it now, when Steve’s been ambushed by the other conversation, when he had his words all rehearsed. He wants to apologize to the Omega, and not just because he needs this working relationship to continue for the money. He’s just not okay with Alpha’s being assholes to Omegas. Even if Bucky is often absolutely awful. He may be the world’s worst cocktease, but he’s never rude or horrible to Steve. “I’m sorry if I was rude the other day.”

Bucky turns, clearly surprised.

“Oh, uh, that’s okay. I…said something wrong, didn’t I? I kept thinking about what I said over the weekend, but I couldn’t work it out. Not that that’s surprising, I have a good track record of putting my foot in my mouth.”

Well now Steve feels like an utter asshole.

“I’m sorry. You, touched a nerve, something personal you couldn’t know about I…I’m sorry.”

Steve looks at the clock and starts to get changed or they’re gonna be late out on the floor.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” Bucky looks like he’s been punched in the gut. Bucky is usually such a flirt that this is a painful change to see in him.

“It’s not your fault, baby, I…” Fuck. How did that baby sneak in. “It’s me. I’m a mess. It’s why I’m working in this fine establishment.”

The hurt expression on the Omega’s face is fast turning into curiosity.

“You’re the most together Alpha I’ve ever met, Steve,” Bucky says. “You’re not a mess.”

They’re standing face each other, Bucky looking up at him, looking like he’s trying really hard not to reach up and put his hand on his face.

Steve gives him a twisted smile.

“That’s the thing, honey. I’m not a proper Alpha. Never was.”

Bucky looks up and down Steve in his currently topless state and is clearly about to tell him he begs to differ before Steve carries on talking.

“Are you sure you’re alright with all that shit in that file for tomorrow night?” Steve says, pulling on his shirt, cos he definitely needs to check that too, and later Bucky will be out for the count. “Like, I know it’s a lot of money but…don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with on my behalf. Please.”

“Don’t worry.” Bucky’s flirtatious smile is back on his face, and he winks at Steve. “I do that for fun. Are you sure you’re okay with having your dick down my throat for a couple of hours?”

“Yeah somehow I don’t think that’s gonna be the worst time of my life, Buck.”

Bucky grins at him. Except. Except maybe it might be. Because it’ll be a onetime allowance from Pierce that he can do it, unless this guy becomes a regular, and he’ll never be able to do it again. That’s bittersweet.

“Come on, Honey, gonna be late,” Steve says.

Steve isn’t stupid and he has noticed how those pet names keep slipping into their conversations. He’s sure Bucky started it, but he can’t be certain. He can be certain that it’s all him that’s accidentally leaning a bit too close to Bucky when he puts him on the table minutes later, ‘absentmindedly’ running his hands up Bucky’s sides, up his back. God. He’d love to sink his teeth into him.

The thought makes him jerk back from Bucky who’s been humming happily under his ministrations. Bucky gives a small laugh.

“You okay, Stevie?”

“I’m fine. You good?”

“Uhuh.”

Bucky is good. He’s always excited to see Tony Stark. His celebrity regular. Some of the other staff roll their eyes when they see he’s got his name down, but Steve really doesn’t mind him. He’s polite, even if there’s sarcasm behind it, he’s well behaved, and Bucky likes him. That’s about all Steve has in requirements.

“Hey Steve,” Tony says pleasantly as comes in with his work colleagues.

“Hi Mr Stark. How’s it going?”

“All good now I’m back in your fine establishment.” He crouches down to say hi to Bucky. “Hey sweetheart.”

The Omega practically purrs and Stark kisses him on the lips. Steve realizes he likes watching Bucky with Stark more than he does anyone else. Huh. A red head girl is among their crowd today, a Beta, which is unusual.

“Hey, you’re bar tender right? I got dragged along to this party and I’m going to need a substantial amount of vodka to endure it.”

Steve smiles at her.

“Yes mam. Any preference?”

“If you make me a white Russian I’ll be your best friend.”

“Yes mam.” He reaches behind the bar.

It’s been a long time since someone asked him for something that wasn’t beer or whiskey.

He slides it over to her.

“I love you. Where’s the best place to stand to not get covered in bodily fluids?”

“Aside from behind here?” he grins at her, then points to a sofa at the side of the room. “There.”

“Perfect.”

Tony moves behind Bucky and smirks at Steve and it makes Steve feel a little weak at the knees. It’s not a total surprise. He’s liked other Alphas before. Tony drops to his knees and shoves his face in Bucky’s ass and Steve stifles a groan, clearly Stark doesn’t care if his whole company watches him eating out an Omega. Really, he’s probably showing off, knowing how much it makes Bucky squeal.

Bucky looks up at Steve, looking wrecked already. Bless him.

“Can we turn him over?” Tony asks.

“Of course.” Steve undoes Bucky. Smirks at the undone look on his face as he turns him on his back. At how hard his dick springs up. “Hey. Look. It’s your favorite customer.’ Steve drawls as Bucky’s eyes focus on Tony and he grins.

“I bet you say that to all the Alphas,” Tony quips.

Steve laughs, straps Bucky back down.

“Okay honey?” Steve runs his hand under Bucky’s collar to check.

“Yes Steve.”

“Uh Steve, look at that dick, that hole, that face, how do you not just…” Tony gestures to Bucky, shakes his head then sinks to his knees and swallows down Bucky’s dick.

“Oh shit,” Bucky moans.

Another one of the guys comes and decides he wants to fuck Bucky’s mouth, and Steve hovers near, always does when Bucky can’t yell out for him if he needs him. Not that he ever does. But God, if anything ever happened to him…keeping Bucky safe and staying out of the meat grinder are probably his top two priorities in life now. He wonders when his life got so weird.

Bucky can sense him near and grabs for his hand. Steve takes it. He’s sure it’s nothing more than enhanced voyeurism on Bucky’s part, but he likes to be sure Bucky’s safe.

It does mean he’s very close to Stark though as he starts finger fucking Bucky and Bucky starts squealing around the dick in his mouth.

“He’s so sweet, isn’t he?” Tony sighs when he pulls his mouth back from Bucky’s dick.

Steve’s not sure that’s the word he’d use but he agrees anyway. Trying not to go crazy at the intoxicating scent of Bucky’s slick this close up.

“He sure is,” Steve agrees.

“You ever tasted him?”

“No Mr Stark.”

“Uh you should. You ever fucked him?”

“No, you know it’s against the rules.”

“He’s just so fucking tight and wet, every god damn time. How’s he stay so tight when he gets railed this much?”

“You’d have to ask him. Maybe he made a deal with the devil.”

Tony laughs, runs his hands through the slick on Bucky’s thighs and coats his dick. Bucky trembles. Knows what’s coming next. Tony strokes his cock head up and down Bucky’s crack and Bucky squeals round the dick in his mouth.

“Fuck. That’s so good on my dick,” the guy fucking Bucky’s mouth moans.

“Yeah?” Tony says. “Hang on then.”

Steve watches, making no attempt to hide it, as the head of Tony’s long thin dick pushes into Bucky’s hole. God. He watches as Tony’s dick stretches the muscle, slides inside.

“Mpfh!” Bucky groans.

“Yeah, honey, so sweet. Need that don’t you,” Tony says.

Then they’re both fucking him, and Bucky’s hand is tight round Steve’s as he gets railed into the table. Well. Steve thinks, trying not to get too hard in his slacks, at least Bucky won’t be grumbling he didn’t get what he needed tonight.

Tony runs his fingers through Bucky’s slick, holds it up to Steve.

“Want a taste?”

The Alpha on Bucky’s mouth pulls back for a second and Steve decides to give Bucky a taste of his own medicine for a change. Let’s Bucky watch as his leans forward and licks a stripe up Tony Stark’s finger.

Bucky whines. Loud. Steve smirks at him. God, what he wouldn’t give to bury his face in the Omegas ass.

“Yeah, he tastes real sweet.”

Bucky’s grip is bruising on his hand. The Alpha starts fucking his mouth again.

“So you’re not allowed to fuck him, but what if…what if I wanted to pay to watch you to fuck him?”

“Well you’d have to ask Mr Pierce.” Steve wonders what’s getting into these Alphas lately that they wanna watch him with Bucky. Maybe it’s just another taboo, another rule they want to break.

“Poor thing, he’s desperate for you to rail him. Look at him clinging to your hand.’

“I’m pretty sure he’s just desperate for you to rail him, Mr Stark.” Steve says.

Tony laughs. He’s currently fucking Bucky with slow indulgent strokes whilst Bucky thrashes in his straps, moaning something that sounds like ‘more’ around the Alpha’s dick.

Tony indulges him, fucking him hard and fast, jolting Bucky’s body on the table. Bucky squeals as he comes, a death grip on Steve’s hand. The next Alpha comes and just plays with Bucky’s ass with his long fingers, content enough to watch him squeal as he strokes the Omega’s over sensitized glands.

He makes Bucky come again spilling fluid all over the floor. The next Alpha wants Bucky back on his front, and the party want more drinks, so Steve puts Bucky back. He feels a bit too much satisfaction holding him down for it, pressing down on the back of his neck harder than he needs to just to hear Bucky whine.

He makes more drinks, they take their turns, Bucky’s squeals and whines become constant, and then Tony takes the last go, groaning as he pops his knot inside Bucky, grinding it in deep and smirking at Steve.

“What would your price be, Steve?” Tony asks him before he leaves, the last one of the party left in the room.

“I’m sorry?”

“If I wanted both of you, together, with you fucking him, with you sucking me, me sucking you, whatever, what would that cost?” Steve gulps.

“Y…ou’d have to ask Director Pierce.”

Stark grins when he doesn’t get a no or a slap round the face.

“Maybe I will.”

Stark winks and leaves him off footed in the private room.

“God imagine that,” Bucky groans.

Steve curses, he’d hoped Bucky hadn’t heard that.

“Uh, I try not to. You’re bad enough in your own,” Steve says.

“You like other Alpha’s too?” Bucky asks.

Steve can’t see the point in lying.

“Yeah, the right ones, anyhow.”

“You…like Omegas too right?”

“Yes, Bucky.” Steve shakes his head and laughs as he wipes Bucky down. “You even need to ask me that? You can scent my arousal around you, I know you can.”

“Yeah but there’s got to be a reason you haven’t stuck it in me yet.” Bucky grins up at him from the table, orgasm high and happy.

Steve laughs, shakes his head at him, and carries him into the nesting room.

Steve goes to sit next to him like normal when Bucky throws himself at him, over balances him, and pushes Steve onto his back. Steve groans as Bucky lays on top of him, on leg in-between Steve’s, small warm spent cock sitting innocently on Steve’s slacks.

“Don’t get slick on my work clothes.”

Bucky laughs, cuddles up closer, and Steve holds him back.

“Mmm, Alpha,” Bucky sighs. He rocks against Steve, thigh against Steve’s erection, head in Steve’s neck, scenting and humming happily.

Steve slaps his ass and tries not to whimper.

“Stop it. Keep still.”

Bucky shudders head to toe and moans in Steve’s ear.  Steve realizes that was the exact wrong thing to do, if Bucky does like getting spanked for fun like he said he did earlier.

“But Alpha you’re so hard, that’s gotta hurt, come on, let me suck it.”

Bucky rocks his hips again and it feels fucking sinful against his aching hard dick.

“Baby…baby stop.”

Bucky does and the scent of agonized sexually frustrated Alpha leaks into the room.

“God let me suck it Steve, be so good. So good for you.”

“Bucky,” Steve nearly sobs. “I can’t.”

“This isn’t fucking baby, is it? It’s just cuddling, with a little movement. And Pierce says cuddling is okay. That it’s good for me.”

Steve doesn’t know how he ended up on his back, with his hands on the Omegas bare ass, grinding up into him, nearly sobbing with how good the Omega’s thigh is against his dick. He buries his face in the Omegas neck, drowning in his scent. This is not allowed. This is such a bad idea. But the Omega is just so gorgeous, so perfect, so naked, so delicious.

Bucky slides his hand down and rubs the bulge in Steve’s slacks.

“God I can’t wait to have it in my mouth on Wednesday night Steve,” he whispers in Steve’s ear and Steve is fucking gone, coming in his pants like a fucking teenager, nearly whiting out from just fucking up into Bucky’s thigh and hand, fist stuffed in his mouth to stop his yells reaching the club.

“Yes, oh fuck, give it to me Steve. Fuck” Bucky sighs, staring down at Steve as he comes. “Mrmm. Shit that was hot. God I’ve wanted to watch you come for so long.”

Bucky flops happily down on top of Steve and Steve groans.

“Bucky,” Steve sighs, looking down at his ruined slacks. “You’re a fucking demon.”

“Didn’t get any slick on them,” Bucky grins at him. “Just like you said.”

Steve shakes his head.

“You’re unbearable.”

“Yeah? You seem to be bearing me pretty well, Sweetheart.”

Then Bucky’s mouth is on his and it’s the end of the fucking world. His tongue licks into Steve’s mouth and it is game over. He grabs the back of Bucky’s head and kisses him long and slow and the Omega shudders in his grip.

“Mmm Steve.”

“I gotta clean up. You stay here, hydrate, and I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?”

“Mmm okay Steve.”

Bucky rolls off him, boneless, smiling up at him dopily. Steve manages to dash into the changing room before anyone sees him and quickly cleans up and stashes his stained slacks in his bag. He breathes out a long breath. Waits for Pierce or Thor to descend and tell him he’s fired. When they don’t, he slings his bag on his back and escapes into the night.

*

Steve holds the sheet of instructions up in front of him. Bucky stands naked in front of him, grinning. Steve is wearing black dress pants, as requested by the Alpha that’s hired them, and nothing else.

Bucky has seen Steve shirtless before, briefly, but Steve tries to change quickly in the locker room before Bucky can start making eyes at him. Now Bucky’s eyes are roaming all over his chest with indulgent glee.

Steve clears his throat.

“Okay. What shall we start with?” Steve tries to keep his voice even.

Bucky shrugs.

“Whatever.”

Steve takes the cock cage of the side.

“Starting strong huh?”

Steve ignores him. He’s never actually touched Bucky’s dick before, and Bucky’s breath hitches as he gets close. It’s small, smooth, like all Omega dicks, and sensitive as hell. God how Steve would love to suck it.

“Shit, your hands look so big next to my dick.”

Steve gulps. Allows himself a slow stroke of his thumb up and down Bucky’s length before sliding the cage over and Bucky shudders.

“Steve,” he gasps.

“Shit, Buck,” he sighs as he clicks it shut, slides the ring attachment over Bucky’s balls.

Bucky squeals. Grabs onto Steve’s shoulder. It doesn’t exactly stop Bucky from cumming, as obviously he’s Omega and can still come from his ass and gush all he likes, but it does stop him ejaculating, or getting his cock sucks.

Steve takes a deep breath and looks back down to the sheet. Next is nipple clamps ‘but make sure they’re played with first.’

For godsake. Steve looks at Bucky, takes a nipple in one hand and starts to tweak it between his fingers.

Bucky smirks at Steve, cocky and aroused, probably knowing that every day Steve is getting closer to breaking. To fucking him senseless over the nearest available furniture. Aroused Omega scent threatens to choke him, to make him stupid. He leans forward and takes a nipple in his mouth cos fuck it, if he’s allowed, he’s allowed. He licks and sucks at it. Just following the instructions. It’s lovely and soft in between his lips.

“Ah!” Bucky yelps as Steve nips him with his teeth.

Bucky grabs Steve’s other shoulder to steady himself. Steve can smell Bucky’s sweet slick already.

“Yeah you like that sweet thing?” It falls out of Steve’s mouth without his permission and Bucky nearly squeals.

Steve tries to get a hold of himself and puts on the clamps, connected by a delicate silver chain. They look sinfully good on Bucky. Silver chrome against his pink nipples. Against perfect pale skin.

Bucky squirms. Steve leans forward, pulls on the chain, and whispers so quiet in Bucky’s that anyone lurking near the door won’t hear.

“We’re gonna fuck you up so badly baby, you know that?” Because Steve is going mad with lust, losing control of his voice, and maybe bit of flirting payback wouldn’t go amiss.

“Fuck, Steve.”

Steve traces his thumb over the bottom of Bucky’s lip. Tells himself it’s more or less what’s on the sheet. Bucky looks at him with big eyes.

“Lie down.”

Bucky is so quick to get on the table that Steve laughs.

“Uhuh, looking forward to this one yeah?” Steve tries to bring himself back to professionalism, calm Steve. Calm. Ignore the throbbing dick in your pants and how easy it would be to slam it into the Omega’s perfect hole.

“Yeah cos you’re not?” Bucky teases, his voice only slightly shaking.

Steve doesn’t reply, tries to lose himself in the routine of strapping the Omega down. He attaches the ankle straps, the wrist cuffs that join behind Bucky’s back. Groans at the site of Bucky tied up like this. The client had delivered all this stuff for Bucky, the cuffs are black leather and faux fur lined and they look beautiful against the Omega’s pale slim wrists.

“What’s next?” Steve tries to ground himself, picking the sheet back up where it fell to the floor. Steve doesn’t remember dropping it.

“Plug.”  Bucky says.

“Oh yes. You’re right.”

He breathes out slow as he picks up the plug the client also provided, it’s medium size, heavy, and pretty thick at the base, silver, with a purple jewel in the bottom. He pushes two fingers in Bucky without warning, thinking of the first time this happened, when Bucky tricked him into it. When he first felt that tight wet heat and never managed to forget it.

“Oh God,” Bucky sighs out. “Steveeee.”

Steve bites his lip, tries desperately to control himself as he fucks his fingers into that beautiful wet heat. He has reason this time, gotta get him ready for the plug. Though really, Bucky could probably already take it, skilled professional that he is. Steve pushes down on Bucky’s prostate, massages and strokes, till the Omega’s a whimpering wet mess underneath him.

“Oh my God, Steve. You’re so good with your hands. So good. So good. You’re gonna make me come.”

The instructions didn’t specifically say not to. They gave the instructions of bondage and kit, and there was a note at that bottom of the request that said “and if he’s begging already when I get there even better.”

He probably shouldn’t get Bucky off then.

“No, he said he wanted you desperate.” Steve takes away his fingers and Bucky whines.

“Yeah, that sounds suitably desperate.”

Bucky groans.

Steve picks up the plug.

“Cold or warm?”

“Cold.”

Steve picks it up and tries not to moan at the sight as he pushes it at Bucky’s entrance. The tip goes in easy, then needs a push for the wider part.

“Oh!” Bucky gasps as the wider part holds him open and Steve rocks it into him. “Oh shit.”

Steve slides the rest of the way in and Bucky moans.

“Yes, Jesus that’s good. Uh. Come on. Fuck me with it.”

“That definitely wasn’t the instructions, Buck,” he says, letting go of the plug, admiring how it looks holding the Omega open.

Bucky whines in frustration, clearly painfully close to the edge. Well join the fucking club pal, Steve thinks as he smirks down at the Omegas back.

“Oh no honey, held wide open but not being fucked huh?” Steve teases him.

“Uh fuck you,” Bucky groans. Wiggles his hips even though he knows it’ll do nothing.

“What, with that little thing?” Steve says, looking at Bucky’s dick.

Bucky growls.

Steve holds him down by the back of his neck.

“Shh, honey, let me check we got everything right.”

Bucky shudders under his grip.

Steve checks down the list.

“Oh, shit, collar and gag.” Steve kneels next to Bucky’s head.

Bucky’s eyes are wide and hazy already, cheeks flushed, lower lip red from where he’s been biting it. He’s so gorgeous. The most gorgeous man Steve’s ever seen. He knows it’s true, though God knows he’d never tell him. Enough Alphas tell him that about ten times a night.

The air is heavy between them as Steve leans close, wrapping the collar round Bucky’s neck and doing up the catch.

“Steve,” Bucky whimpers.

Steve’s close enough that the cameras won’t catch it as he brushes his lips against Bucky’s. Then he slips the black plastic gag in between his lips and fastens it.

“’s okay honey. He’ll be here soon.” He kisses Bucky on the head, checks the time, and walks behind the bar to take out the bottle of red The Alpha specifically requested.

He takes the bottle, uncorks it, and pours a glass. He doesn’t know shit about wine, but he knows it’s most expensive bottle in the club.

He checks over the room, over Bucky, because although his Alpha brain is about to dissolve into nothing but hormones, his normal brain realizes this is a lot of fucking money, neither of them want to fuck this up, they both want this to be exactly what the Alpha asked for. He checks the name of the Alpha coming in.

‘Doctor Lecter’ is what it says. Steve wonders if he’s a real doctor or a doctor of paleontology or something. He’d not recognized the name at the meeting with Pierce, but when he’d checked back through his records the guy had been to Bucky a few times in the last month. Maybe he’d recognize him when he came in. There were just so many of them, the only three Alphas that he remembers since he started are Tony Stark, the guy he’d punched in the face for touching Bucky’s straps, and the guy who’d jokingly asked for a cosmopolitan and been pleasantly surprised when Steve had grinned at him and mixed him one up and slid it across the bar to him with a wink. He’d been cute.

They both jump when the door opens, but it’s just Pierce.

“Everything ready?” he says, looking around, not properly looking at Bucky.

Make that three of them that want this to go perfectly.

“Yes, sir, I think so.” Steve scans the list again and nods.

“Great I’ll send him in. You wait here to greet him at the door.”

“Yes, sir.” Steve nods.

The second he walks in Steve realizes he does remember this Alpha. He’s the one with the immaculate tastes in suits. Tailored to utter perfection, with the clipped posh accent. And hot. If you were into doms in suits. Which, uh, yeah, Steve was.

Steve ducks his head.

“Doctor Lecter, welcome, I’m Steve.”

“Yes,” he says in that honey smooth voice. “I remember you. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”

Steve scrambles for what to say to that.

“You’re welcome. I have your drink ready here Sir, and your Omega, when you are ready.” He gestures to Bucky, like the mewling Omega strapped to the table wouldn’t be obvious on his own.

Steve’s not sure that he’s smashing this. It’s so much easier to stay behind the bar.

The Alpha doesn’t seem put off though and nods.

“Thank you.” Doctor Lecter sips on the wine and makes uncomfortably long eye contact with Steve.  “Perfect.”

Steve gulps. He feels about a foot shorter, how he used to, before the experiments.

“I trust you have read and are both happy with my terms?” Doctor Lecter says.

“Yes, sir.”

“You can call me Doctor, rather than sir. You are his handler, is that correct?”

Steve nods.

“Does he have a safe word?”

“Yes, it’s ‘winter’.”

Doctor Lecter nods.

“Do you have one?” he asks Steve.

Steve blinks.

“Will I need one?”

Doctor Lecter takes another sip of his wine and gives Steve a small smile.

“That’s really up to you.”

Jesus Christ. This Alpha makes him want to fall on his face. Uh. Great. Like he wasn’t already a mess after getting Bucky ready.                                                                                                                 

“Brooklyn.” Steve offers.

Doctor Lecter smiles and it’s terrifying.

“Thank you.”

“You’ve met Bucky before?” Steve says, he knows he has, but feels like he should say it out of politeness. Like this is a social gathering and Bucky isn’t strapped to a damn table.

“I have, yes. Though not quite like this.”

Doctor Lecter walks round the bench, circling the Omega like prey. He nods and finishes his glass of wine.

“Thank you for following my directions so perfectly.”

Steve doesn’t know what else to do but nod.

“You’re fine-tuned to each other by now, I imagine, so do let me know if he’s in any distress and wants to stop. It won’t deduct from the payment.”

“Yes, Doctor. Understood.”

Really, it’s a lot like being in the army, Steve supposes. Obey orders. Yes sir. No sir. But you get off at the end of it and hopefully nobody dies.

Steve worries about his thoughts sometimes.

Doctor Lecter crouches down beside Bucky’s head.

“Hello beautiful.” He strokes his fingers through Bucky’s long hair.

Bucky makes a noise round his gag.

“You heard that too, yes? Understand?”

Bucky attempts to nod.

“Good.” He turns to Steve. “Take the gag out. Keep him gagged on your dick.”

“Yes, Doctor.” Steve unzips his pants and pulls out his hard dick. 

Bucky whines round the gag and stares at it. Steve will mock him for it later if this doesn’t actually kill him.

“Has he ever had your dick in his mouth, or his ass?” Doctor Lecter asks.

Doctor Lecter is standing at the side of them, sipping his drink, looking between the two of them with interest, completely controlled.

“No, Doctor.”

Steve takes out the gag. Spit drips onto his fingers. Bucky’s lips are red and swollen from it.

“Omega, how badly do you want this dick in your mouth?” Doctor Lecter asks.

Bucky whines, looking at the Doctor with desperate eyes that would break a lesser man.

“Use words.”

“So…badly. Doctor.”

The Doctor gives him a twisted smile.

“Tell Steve what you want.”

“Please, Steve, please, want you to fuck my mouth so bad, give it to me.”

Steve’s going to die. His dick is so purple he thinks he’s gonna cum the second he touches it to the Omega’s forbidden lips.

“Go ahead,” Doctor Lecter says to Steve.

Steve takes a deep breath and pushes his dick between Bucky’s lips.

He groans as Bucky sucks him, takes him so perfectly, the hot perfect heat of his mouth surrounding him and disorientating him for a second.

“Buck, oh fuck,” Steve moans before his eyes open and he remembers where he is. Realizes he’s got a handful of Bucky’s hair.

“It’s okay, I want you to enjoy it.” Doctor Lecter smiles. “With my request, by the way, are you planning to hold off, or can you get it back up?”

“I can get it back up, sometimes…it doesn’t even um, go down.” Steve is blushing hard. He really doesn’t blush.

Doctor Lecter looks impressed.

“Interesting. Very good.”

Bucky swallows and licks round the head of his dick and Steve nearly cries out in pleasure.

“Jesus,” he gasps.

“Push all the way in.”

Steve knows he doesn’t have to be careful. Has seen multiple times a night that Bucky can take two dicks at a time, loves choking on dick, lives off it, he’s sure. But Steve also knows he’s big, and thick, and so he pushes in, careful and slow.

Doctor Lecter steps forward to hold the back of Bucky’s hair, holding him still as Steve pushes in.

“Ohhh,” Steve groans as the back of Bucky’s throat clenches and works around him, the Omega moaning, gagging, and gulping around his dick.

Spiked Omega arousal floods the room and Doctor Lecter hums approvingly.

“Good. Good Omega,” Doctor Lecter purrs and Bucky shudders underneath him.

Doctor Lecter lets go of Bucky’s hair and moves around the Omega, coming to stop in between his legs.

“Oh, you took that well, didn’t you,” Doctor Lecter says, looking at the plug. He traces a finger through the slick on Bucky’s thighs and licks. Bucky jerks at the contact of his finger.

“Mmm. So sweet.” He kneels down in-between the Omegas legs, and with apparently no concern for his suit he leans forward and starts licking up the slick from Bucky’s thighs and ass cheeks.

Bucky squeals around Steve’s dick and Steve gasps, the noise vibrating through his dick and knowing its muffled by his dick…well…Fuck. His dick jumps in Bucky’s mouth.

He's sure he hears Bucky give the smallest laugh.

Doctor Lecter continues lapping up Bucky’s slick, teasing Bucky with his mouth, licking and sucking around the plug, then stands back up. He runs a hand down the Omega’s back and the Omega shudders underneath him. Whimpers round Steve’s dick. Wiggles his hips.

“Hm,” Doctor Lecter huffs a laugh. “Someone is desperate. Fuck his mouth,” he instructs Steve. “I want to watch you come.” He takes hold of Bucky’s head from behind him and holds it still.

Steve nods and starts to move, groaning loud as he does. He has one hand on Bucky’s face, it’s unnecessary as Doctor Lecter’s holding his head still by his hair, but he wants to touch him. It’s not going to take long. Bucky’s mouth is the sweetest, wettest thing on earth. And as instructed he’s just fucking into the Omega’s mouth as he pleases, watching Bucky gulp and gag and gasp for breath whenever he pulls back out. It’s heaven.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Good. Come down his throat.”

“Fuck, fuck Bucky!”

Steve groans as it washes over him. He throws his head back, pleasure unparalleled coursing through him as he comes endlessly down the Omega’s hot clenching throat. His chest heaves as he gasps back his breath and he blinks dumbly. His head feels clearer than it has in weeks.

“Good boy,” Doctor Lecter purrs as Bucky gulps it down. “Such a good Omega aren’t you?”

Bucky moans round Steve’s dick that’s still hard and sitting in his mouth. Steve strokes his hands through Bucky’s hair and Bucky purrs around his dick.

Doctor Lecter smiles, runs his hands again over Bucky’s thighs and then pulls at the plug, pulling it back a few inches before pushing it back in.

“Mpfh!”

God this was torture. Blissful torture. Watching the doctor playing with Bucky like he desperately wanted to whilst feeling the Omegas hot mouth gulping round his dick. Steve keeps his dick in Bucky’s mouth as instructed, just enough to act as a gag. He shudders as Bucky carries on licking and sucking at him, moaning as Dr Lecter fucks him with the plug.

The squelching sound is doing Steve in. He can’t quite see properly, would love to see Bucky’s ass clenching and trying to draw in the toy, leaking everywhere.

Bucky whines as the doctor takes it out completely and puts it down in the box of toys in the corner. Bucky squirms in his bonds, desperate for something to fill him back up.

“Now sweet thing don’t whine, you have to be patient. Be good for me.”

Doctor Lecter comes back with a leather paddle and Steve pushes instinctively into Bucky’s throat without warning.

Bucky gags. Looks up at Steve with those big eyes. Bucky jumps as Doctor Lecter strokes the leather paddle over his ass. Shudders. The black leather looks so beautiful against the Omega’s pale skin. Doctor Lecter brings it down with a sharp slap on Bucky’s right cheek and Bucky jumps, jerking himself forward onto Steve’s cock.

“Uh!” He gulps round Steve’s dick.

Steve is so jealous. God what he wouldn’t give to spank Bucky’s bratty ass silly. It’s gonna look so beautiful, pink and perfect.

Doctor Lecter pushes three fingers inside Bucky and Bucky groans round Steve’s dick. Steve holds his hair, starts slowly rocking into Bucky’s mouth again. Cock throbbing again already and desperate to come.

“Think we’ll start with ten, hmm?”

Steve pulls out enough to let Bucky answer but Bucky just moans, straining forward to get Steve’s dick back in his mouth.

“He asked you a question, Buck.” Steve tugs at Bucky’s hair.

Bucky looks up at him, the most beautiful disheveled blissed out mess Steve’s ever seen.

“Yes. Yes, Doctor.” He manages.

“Good boy.” The Doctor gives Steve an amused look. “Steve, keep fucking his mouth. Don’t be gentle.”

“Yes Doctor.”

Steve runs a finger over Bucky’s bottom lip and pushes back into his mouth. Doctor Lecter brings the paddle down, again and again and Steve is enraptured. Watching the leather hit the Omegas skin, watching how he jerks and squeals round Steve’s dick that’s pounding into his mouth. Watching the precision of Doctor Lecter’s strokes. The beautiful way Bucky’s ass turns pink. Doctor Lecter has four fingers of his other hand buried in Bucky’s ass, stretching him open and the smell of his slick is so good. On the seventh stroke Bucky squeals and comes without warning, body shaking and moaning round Steve’s dick. Spilling slick all over the table.

Steve groans, eyes rolling back, so close to following Bucky over the edge. Doctor Lecter fucks him through it with his fingers, then when he’s finished pushes on Bucky’s prostate hard.

Bucky squeals, way too sensitive. The Doctor gives a little laugh, does it over and over again till Bucky is whimpering and drooling round Steve’s dick that he keeps fucking into his mouth with.

“Get him to take you deep.”

Steve grabs Bucky’s hair and pushes in hard, till he’s all the way in his throat. Bucky moans, makes some muffled noises Steve can’t quite translate.

“Uh fuck, Baby that’s so good. So good”

He holds Bucky’s hair there tight, rocking into his throat.

“Fuck, fuck, yeah.” Steve groans. “Take it so good don’t you, Sugar?”

He pulls back to let Bucky gasp a breath then slams back in.

Doctor Lecter delivers his last three slaps with the paddle. Pushing his four fingertips into Bucky’s sweet spot as he does.

Bucky’s already got tears running down his cheeks.

“Come on his face this time. Get him messy.” Doctor Lecter instructs.

Steve pulls back, stroking his dick fast and staring into Bucky’s glazed over eyes. He comes all over those pretty lips, groaning and shuddering. Bucky moans, licking up what he can. Steve smears the rest over his face and Bucky shudders.

“Steve,” he whispers.

“He’s got quite the crush on you.”

“Yeah, sorry, I – “

“Don’t apologize. It’s part of why I picked you both. It’s fun to play with a pair.”

Doctor Lecter undoes his trousers and pushes into the Omega without warning. He’s not as big as Steve but is a decent enough size to make Bucky yelp.

“Fuck, yes!” Bucky groans before Steve pushes his dick back in Bucky’s mouth.

“Is that better?” Doctor Lecter coos. “Poor little thing. A crush on your handler, desperate for Alpha cock.”

Doctor Lecter takes holds of Bucky’s ass, deliberately grabbing the pink sore skin and starts fucking the Omega hard and fast.

Bucky yells and moans round Steve’s dick and Steve groans, lips parted and panting breaths as he watches Bucky get fucked good and hard.

Doctor Lecter sighs happily as he fucks him, completely in control, not at all like the usual Alphas that come and fuck Bucky.

“Such a lovely ass, Omega. Such a sweet hole.”

God Steve’s so jealous he could die on the spot. What he wouldn’t give to push into that tight pink muscle. Doctor Lecter is giving him what would be an uncomfortable amount of eye contact if Steve wasn’t melting under it. Dick getting harder in Bucky’s mouth every time Doctor Lecter smirks at him.

“Ah god,” Doctor Lecter moans as he comes inside Bucky with a few final brutal thrusts and Bucky moans loud.

He pulls out and Bucky whines.

“Shh, honey,” Steve soothes automatically.

Doctor Lecter pushes the plug back inside the Bucky and Bucky yelps. Doctor Lecter smiles at Steve and looks at the clock hanging above the bar.

“Would you like to play a game?” He asks Steve with a smile.

Steve gulps. Bucky looks up at him.

“You can let him talk.” Doctor Lecter says.

Steve pulls back.

“I doubt you’ll get any sense out of him,” Steve says.

“Fuck you, Steve,” Bucky rasps.

Steve laughs.

“I stand corrected. What’s your game?”

“Well, it wasn’t in the paperwork, so I’ll understand if you don’t want to.”

Steve absentmindedly pets Bucky’s hair and waits for Doctor Lecter to continue. Bucky nuzzles at Steve’s dick with his cheeks, trying to get it back in his mouth.

“It’s really up to him. Or it usually is anyway.” Steve adds when he clocks the hungry look that Doctor Lecter’s giving him.

Doctor Lecter smiles that ambiguous smile.

“Well, I like watching couples play games, so it’s a game for you two, really.”

“What is it?” Bucky asks curiously. His voice is so wrecked it makes Steve a little bit too proud.

“So,” Doctor Lecter says to Bucky. “I give Steve five minutes to do whatever he want to you, if he can make you squirt, Steve wins, and I fuck him here on the floor in front of you, and you don’t get to come again before I leave. If he loses, I fuck you till you come again, and make Steve keep his dick in your mouth, and he doesn’t get to come again before I leave.”

Steve blinks.

“Either way you win,” Bucky says.

“Of course I do, Angel, I’m paying. Another £1000?”

Steve tries to keep a straight face. Looks down at Bucky. Bucky smirks at him. Okay then.

“How do you know I like being fucked?” Steve quirks an eyebrow.

“It’s the way you drop your eyes when I make prolonged eye contact with me,” Doctor Lecter says smoothly as he pours himself another glass of wine.

“What?” Steve stares.

“I’m teasing you.” Doctor Lecter’s eyes sparkle as he meets Steve’s eyes over his wine glass. “Stark told me.”

“For godsake.” Steve closes his eyes and Bucky laughs. Bucky’s clients were gossiping about him. Amazing.

“I’m game if you are,” Bucky says.

Steve purses his lips and considers. If he loses it’ll be absolute agony, but what other night at the Pussy Cat Club wasn’t, he’s used to going home with blue balls, and god, he’d love a chance to properly play with Bucky’s ass, even if he can’t fuck him. Besides, he isn’t going to lose. Steve doesn’t lose.

“Yeah alright.”

“Wonderful.” Doctor Lecter leans back against the wall with his glass of wine and looks at the clock. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Steve squats down in front of Bucky, till he’s face to face with him. He runs a thumb down his jaw. Bucky licks his lips.

“I gotta warn you, Buck, I’m an Alpha, you know what we’re like when we get competitive.”

Bucky smirks at him.

“Do your worst honey.”

Okay. Well. Steve tried.

He walks behind Bucky and deliberately drags the box of toys across the floor with a scrapping sound.

“Ready?” Doctor Lecter asks him.

“Yep.”

“Go.”

Steve slides out the plug and Bucky huffs out a breath. Steve waists no time in indulging himself, burying his face in the Omegas ass and licking and sucking for all he’s worth. Bucky’s cry makes him realizes Doctor Lecter has not bothered to gag the Omega again. God he’s glad. The whimpers and moans the Omega makes as he gets started are the sweetest music to his ears.

“Steve,” Bucky yells as Steve pushes his fingers inside him, knows by now exactly where to reach and coax with his fingers.

Steve can hear himself growling, doesn’t bother trying to stop it. God, it’s hard to resist the urge to just shove in his dick, Lecter and Pierce be damned. Thankfully the competitive part of his brain wins out and he reaches between the Omega’s legs, stroking his neglected balls and dick in it’s tiny like cage.

“Oh fuck!” The Omega starts to shake.

Steve pushes another finger carefully inside him, and Bucky whimpers.

“Fuck, Steve.”

He knows he’s never heard Bucky says any other Alpha’s name before, not even Tony Stark’s, and that’s probably what urges him onward to slide his thumb inside.

Bucky sobs as Steve slowly rolls his first inside him.

“Yes, fuck, oh fuck Steve please Steve baby.” It’s muttered incoherence, and Bucky probably has no idea what he’s saying, but got it’s sweet on his ears. Sweet to have the Omega trembling and sobbing from no one else but him.

He glances at the clock. One minute to go.

Bucky’s definitely on the verge of an orgasm. He takes out his first carefully, groaning at how the muscle stretches to releases him and quivers, desperate to be filled. Bucky wails and curses him to high heaven. Steve takes out the curved vibrator and pushes it inside Bucky, turns it up to its full setting, and fucks it on Bucky’s prostate as fast as he can. Steve slides his mouth around the cock cage, there’s enough holes in it that Bucky can still feel the sensation on his dick, by the sounds of it anyway. Steve slides his tongue through the gasps, licks, sucks, fucks him with the vibrator, and grins when the Omega screams louder than Steve’s ever heard him scream before. Slick squirts round the toy out onto Steve’s wrist, the floor, the chair, and the Omega shakes violently on the table as he comes.

“Fuck! Fuck! Steve!”

Nothing ever sounded so good. He waits for the Omega to stop shaking before he stops. Takes the toy out.

Steve crawls on his knees to the front of the table, strokes his hands through Bucky’s now utterly sweaty hair and kisses him slow and sloppy.

“Competitive huh,” Bucky says. His voice is slurred, eyes glazes.

“I warned you.”

He looks at Steve with those gorgeous big eyes.

“That didn’t feel like losing.”

Steve grins at him. Kisses him on the lips again. Sits back on his ankles and looks up to Doctor Lecter.

“You gonna be okay there?” Steve asks. “Not gonna drop?”

“I’m good,” Bucky says quietly.

“Good.” Doctor Lecter strokes through Bucky’s hair. “Congratulations.” He says to Steve and Bucky sucks in a breath, looking between the two Alpha’s that are now in front of him.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

Steve stands, kicks off his trousers and awaits further instruction.

“On your back.” He points to the floor under where Bucky’s head is suspended.

Steve lies on his back, too busy looking up at Bucky to notice Dr Lecter moving in between his legs. He gasps at Doctor’s mouth on his dick. He definitely wasn’t expecting that. Bucky’s lips twitch up at him.

“How long since you did this?” Doctor Lecter asks him.

“Bout six months,” Steve manages as a cold finger slides inside him. “Ah!”

Doctor Lecter is good with his hands, and Steve is soon moaning underneath him, eyes rolling back at the pleasure drawn from places inside him he forgets exists sometimes. Bucky is watching him with big eyes and his mouth open, looking like he’s about to god damn drool. Which is. Interesting.

Doctor Lecter moves over Steve, pinning him with that firm stare and pushes inside him.

“Oh god,” he moans, caught in that stare, melting, entire body relaxing, as the Alpha fucks him.

Doctor Lecter mutter praises in his ear as he fucks him, and Steve lets him hold him as still as he would an Omega, takes his dick just as good as an Omega would and he wonders if that’s why Bucky starts whimpering above him.

Doctor Lecter looks up at him and smirks, then carries on fucking Steve into the floor.

“Oh god, fuck, yeah, I’m…god fuck you’re gonna make me come,” Steve moans.

“You…whuh…” Bucky says unintelligibly from above them.

Doctor Lecter laughs.

“Are you more sheltered than I thought, Omega?”

Bucky just blinks down at him so Doctor Lecter carries on talking.

“Alphas can come just by being fucked you know. Can you take a knot?” he asks Steve.

“Uhuh,” Steve says, cock drunk and half on his way to coming.

Bucky actually gasps above them like some god damn virgin. Steve laughs, well, why would Bucky be educated in how Alphas fuck each other.

“Mmm, good,” Doctor Lecter sighs.

Steve yells out as it pops inside him, slams his hand down on the floor and whips his head back, coming all over his stomach as Doctor Lecter rolls his knot inside him and grunts his own orgasm in Steve’s ear.

When Steve comes back to reality he looks up and sees Bucky staring at him with his mouth open.

“What? Never seen two Alphas fuck before huh?” Steve says.

Bucky tries to talk and fails.

Doctor Lecter laughs.

“Well.” Doctor Lecter pulls back from Steve and Steve scrunches his nose at the sensation of the knot and come coming out of him. “I believe that brings us to the end of our session.”

Doctor Lecter stands, puts himself back in his trousers, washes his hands in the sink behind the bar, and finishes his glass of wine.  Steve cleans himself up quickly and puts his pants back on. It’s only then Steve realizes Doctor Lecter never even took off his jacket.

Steve manages to drag himself to his feet. God he’s going to be sore in the morning.

“Thank you, Gentleman,” Doctor Lecter says. “I’ll transfer the money directly.”

He offers his hand to Steve and Steve shakes it. Doctor Lecter strokes the back of Bucky’s head.

“Goodbye, sweet thing,” he says to Bucky.

Bucky makes an agreeable noise.

“Well,” Steve says in the silence that descends on their client’s exit. “I can definitely get a good hair cut this month.”

“Uh.”

It’s then he realizes something isn’t quite right with his Omega and moves straight back over to him.

“Bucky?”

Bucky looks up at him dumbly.

“Mmm.”

Yeah. He’s gone non-verbal, and whilst that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s gonna have a dropped distressed Bucky on his hands its definitely a warning sign.

“Ah god. Okay honey.”

He quickly takes off the straps, the collar, all of it, gives Bucky a very quick wipe and bundles him up tight in his arms. Bucky nestles right into his neck.

“Mmm.”

“Good Omega, you were so good Bucky, so good baby.”

Bucky shudders.

“Okay, come on.”

He carries Bucky back to the nest. He tries to wrap him up in blankets but Bucky paws out for him.

“Okay, okay honey sure.”

Steve climbs in the blankets with him, tucks Bucky up in his lap and grabs a bottle of water.

He pushes it to his lips and Bucky gulps it down.

“That’s it. Well done baby. Well done.”

Bucky purrs and Steve sighs in relief, holding him tight and stroking his back. The Omega fits so perfectly in his arms. He sighs happily. God he’s so fucked. He keeps that thought away. All Bucky needs to scent right now is happy satisfied Alpha. He starts plaiting Bucky’s hair.

There’s a knock on the door. Pierce comes in and Bucky whimpers, tries to move behind Steve.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay baby.” Steve strokes his head.

“What the hell, is he okay?” Pierce whispers, knowledgeable enough about Omegas not to raise his voice.

“He’s fine, I think he dropped a little, he was fine through it. He’s coming around, he’ll be fine in a minute I think. Won’t you sweetheart? It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Steve strokes Bucky’s hair and he relaxes again.

Pierce nods.

“Okay. Good. The client, did everything go okay?”

“Yes, all good I think. He uh, requested some extra, so they’ll be extra money.”

“Extra?” Pierce quirks an eyebrow. “What extra?”

Steve winces. God he hopes he’s not in trouble.

“Sorry, I should have discussed it with you, Sir. It was an extra grand, to uh fuck me.” Steve couldn’t get anymore red.

Pierce’s eyes look they’re about to fall out his head. He looks like he wants to ask and very much doesn’t want to ask at the same time.

“Well. If you all agreed and he pays, then whatever.”

Bucky decides then of all times to rejoin the land of the living.

“I didn’t even know Alphas could come from being fucked,” Bucky says.

Steve closes his eyes. Pierce blinks.

“Well. Very good. I’ll be in my office.”

He closes the door.

Steve groans.

“Did you have to?” he tuts.

Bucky smiles dopily up at him.

“What?”

“Never mind, sweetheart.” Steve sighs.

“Mmm I feel happy,” Bucky says.

Steve laughs.

“Good.”

“I really didn’t even know Alphas could take a knot.”

“Well…you have to practice. It’s obviously not exactly meant to go up there so…” Steve trails off, blushing.

“I’ve never…even watched two Alpha’s kiss. Never really thought about it. But that was. Steve when you came on his knot that was fucking hot. Like. One of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I think I need to open a new tab on my porn hub and start investigating.”

Steve splutters. They’re quiet for a moment, content and slotted together in the pillows.

“Steve.”

“Yeah?”

“Imagine if you were fucking me and Stark fucked you from behind and popped his knot in you whilst you were still fucking me. Imagine how hard you’d fuck me then. Or I could get on top and ride you through it, god I bet you’d really fucking scream.”

“Bucky!”

“What?” Bucky looked up at him innocently.

“You literally just got fucked so hard and came so many times you nearly dropped, how are you still thinking about sex?!”

Bucky shrugged and grinned at Steve. That million-watt grin that made Steve want to fall in love with him.

“I’m a professional.”

*

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The next few days they have off, and Steve initially thinks it’s for the best. God knows he needs a breather from Bucky, to process what happened with Doctor Lecter.

He realizes by the second day that it is not for the best after all. His mind likes to replay the events from Doctor Lecter’s visit at random intervals. It would maybe be easier if it was all the time, but it’s not. His mind springs the flashbacks on him when he’s innocently standing at the subway station or waiting in line for a coffee. He ends up smothering himself in scent blockers before he goes out to try and hide the sudden jolts of arousal. 

At least Friday is payday, and the amount that lands in his bank account makes him grin ear to ear, despite the circumstances in which that money was acquired. He gets a nice haircut, goes shopping, gets some nice clothes. Not stupid nice, but nice enough that it didn’t come from a discount store and feels soft on his skin. He buys the good cheese. It’s hard with how much he needs to eat to keep up his protein intake and make it good quality and not just disgusting protein shakes.

He has a few invasive thoughts as he shops, one of Bucky moaning into his mouth, the second of him moaning around his dick, the third of shoving his tongue in Bucky’s ass. All these thoughts seem determined to occur in public spaces, and he’s thankful he had the sense to put his blockers on.

He’s on the subway home with arms full of shopping bags when his phone buzzes.

Unknown number: Hey Stevie, you wanna go out for a drink tonight?

Steve nearly drops his phone. There’s only one person in the world that calls him that, and he should not have his number.

Steve: How did you get my number, Buck?

Forbidden Temptress: I slipped into Pierce’s office when he wasn’t looking and went through the HR files.

Steve: Of course you did

Forbidden Temptress: You know, it’s normal for work colleagues to have each other’s numbers.

Steve: Is that right?

Forbidden Temptress: So, about that drink?

God. Absolutely not.

Steve: I don’t think that would be a good idea

Forbidden Temptress: Oh come on, it’s my birthday and I’ve got no plans, all my friends are away and I’m sad.

Steve: I don’t believe you

Forbidden Temptress: pic attached

To Steve’s great surprise it’s a not a picture of the Omega’s dick or something and is in fact a picture of Bucky’s driving license, complete with birthday, which is in fact today. He’s not prepared for the rest of the information he learns and cannot unlearn as his brain memorizes it instantly. Bucky’s full name is James Buchanan Barnes, he’s 22 years old (oh Jesus; five years younger than Steve and, God he can only just fucking drink), and he lives five blocks down from Steve. And the picture on the ID is insanely cute.

Forbidden Temptress: Well? Was the pic that bad jeez.

Steve rolls his eyes. Realizes he’s been staring at the pic too long.

Steve: Yeah, just awful Buck. Happy birthday pretty boy.

Forbidden Temptress: So, you’ll meet me at The Telegraph at 8?

Steve: Bucky, this is a bad idea

Bucky: It’s my birthday and I’m lonely!

Steve: I don’t believe you. I bet you have a thousand friends wanting to go out with you.

Bucky: Well, why don’t you come down here and see if I’m all alone.

Steve is 80% sure Bucky is making it up…but what if he isn’t and he is all on his own on his birthday his poor little beautiful Omega. Steve hates his Alpha brain and all its stupid thoughts that try and convince him Bucky is just a sweet little lamb when Steve has clearly seen otherwise.

Steve: Alright, one birthday drink Bucky.

Bucky: Thank you, Alpha xxx

Steve: DON’T

Forbidden Temptress: 😍

For God’s sake. Steve sighs.

*

Steve’s glad he did go shopping that afternoon, as the reflection he catches of himself as he enters the bar isn’t half bad. Decent fitted jeans, nice shirt, good haircut. At least he doesn’t look like shit for what is probably the worst idea he’s ever had.

He gets several interested looks as he moves across the bar from Omegas. They slide over him like cold water. He knows the Omegas looking at him wouldn’t have given him the time of day before the experiments. His brain kindly reminds him being so bitter is probably what has made dating so difficult. Why there’s been no one serious since the experiments either. Since he got back.

He sees Bucky immediately, sitting at a booth in the back corner. He’s wearing black skinny jeans, black leather jacket and what Steve thinks is a band tee. His hair’s down and he’s wearing eyeliner and just…God damn could this Omega dial it down a notch. Was he trying to give Steve a heart attack?

His sensible brain reminds him that no, Bucky is trying to give him an erection.

Another male Alpha is standing next to Bucky, leaning on the wall, obviously trying to chat him up, and Steve can hardly blame him for trying. Bucky is a gorgeous unmated Omega after all. He blames him more when Steve gets closer and can hear the conversation enough to know that Bucky is trying to end it and the guy isn’t getting the picture. He looks relieved to see Steve.

“Hey baby,” Steve grins at Bucky, almost laughing at the look on the other Alpha’s face as he backs up. “You okay? This guy bothering you?” He says, raising his eyebrows at the Alpha. It’s so cheesy, but Steve says it just to make Bucky laugh. It probably doesn’t help that Steve is clearly concealing flowers behind his back. Steve tries not to laugh at the look on the Alpha’s face.

“Oh, man, sorry, dude. Uh. No. God. Sorry. Leaving.”

“No problem, pal.”

The Alpha scuttles off not just to another table but out of the bar entirely and Steve laughs, leans in to kiss Bucky on the lips, a hand on Bucky’s cheek, just to ensure the message gets across to anyone thinking of bothering Bucky that evening.

The possessive gesture makes Bucky shudder, and he kisses Steve back.

“Hey Alpha.”

Only now Steve’s chivalry is going to bite him in the ass since he can’t contradict Bucky when he calls him his Alpha. God damn it. Steve hands the flowers to Bucky.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Steve says as he sits down.

His brain decides now would be a great time to flash back to Bucky yelling out the other night as he got his ass spanked.

“Aw, Steve!” Bucky actually blushes at the pink and purple flowers.

“Sorry it’s corny, but I only found out it was your birthday three hours ago and most of the stores were already closed so this was the best I could do.” Steve shrugs and Bucky laughs.

“You’re so sweet, Steve.” Bucky leans over the table to give him another sweet peck on the lips. “You look fucking hot,” he says quietly in his ear, quickly reverting to the Omega Steve knows and – no. Not finishing that sentence. “I mean, you usually do, but really fucking hot.”

Steve laughs.

“Yeah, good pay day. Got a haircut. Bought some new clothes.”

Bucky looks like he’s waiting for something.

“You look delicious, is that what you want to hear?” Steve asks.

Bucky grins.

“Yes. And then you ask if I would like…” Bucky makes a motion for Steve to continue with his hands.

“Would you like a drink, sweet thing?” Steve asks obediently, if sarcastically, and Bucky grins, delighted that Steve’s playing along for a change.

Well. It is his birthday.  

“Yes please, Alpha,” he simpers.

God. The pained expression must show on Steve’s face cos Bucky laughs.

“I’ll have a whiskey sour,” Bucky says.

Steve nods and walks over to the bar. He looks at the bottles of champagne behind the bar. His Alpha brain overrides his sensibilities. Before he can control it, his Alpha brain is whispering in his ear. My Omega. Pretty Omega. Omega’s birthday. Spoil Omega and before he knows what’s happening he’s bringing a bucket of champagne and two glasses over to the table.

“Steve!” Bucky grins clearly delighted.

“Yeah well, it’s your birthday. And you have no friends at all so,” Steve drawls.  

The way Bucky laughs confirms Steve’s suspicions that it was all bullshit.

“You’re a dirty liar,” he tells Bucky as he pours the champagne. “You don’t deserve this.”

“Well, you’re dirty and gullible so, here’s to us!” Bucky raises his glass.

“To you, my sweet, it’s your birthday.”

Bucky laughs.

“Thank you.”

It’s strange, seeing Bucky here, out with normal people around them, no one having a clue of the nefarious things the two of them get up to at night to earn money for the fizz that’s sitting on their table. He thought it might feel awkward, but so far it feels okay. Even if another compartment of Steve’s brain is screaming at Steve that Bucky is so young.

“Are you having a good birthday?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, been nice. Met up with my mom, my sis. Had lecture but you know, can’t get out of everything for your birthday, and my friends were there so.”

The sudden divulge of information makes Steve feel like the chair has been yanked from under him. They’ve never shared any details of their personal lives before and now Steve feels like Bucky is throwing them at him like grenades and he needs to catch them and throw them back, cover his ears, before he explodes.

“Oh, nice. What are you studying?” Steve knows he shouldn’t ask. Stop it. Stop it. Don’t get to know him. But it’s too easy; its polite conversation, and he’s been raised too well not to keep up his end of it.

Bucky grins at him, like he knows the answer is going to blindside Steve.

“Astrophysics.”

Steve nearly chokes on his champagne.

Bucky gives him a knowing smile.

Steve tries desperately to recover and reminds himself this isn’t a date, and he doesn’t need to perform.

“Not just a pretty face huh sweetheart?” he says.

Bucky rolls his eyes at the line but smirks.

“No, I’m really smart.”

“You must be, I don’t even know what astrophysics is.”

Bucky grins at him like he was counting on that. Steve desperately wants to ask more questions, now that he’s had a sliver of information about Bucky; he wants every single tiny detail to make up the puzzle that is Bucky. Which uni does he attend? Which year? What’s his average? Is this why he’s working at the club, to pay tuition? Where did he grow up? Is he a mama’s boy and…?

What’s worse is he’s sure that’s exactly what Bucky wants and is why he gave him those little bits of information. The Omega is fucking clever; he’s pulling Steve in, and Steve knows he’s well on the way to wrapping Steve around his little finger.

Bucky’s eyeing him across the booth like he wants to jump into his lap and start riding his dick in the middle of the bar. And honestly, Steve would not put it past him.

“You got any family around here?” Bucky asks him.

Steve sighs and shakes his head. He shouldn’t do this; it’s going to be lethal. To let Bucky know more than if he’s available for shifts is not sensible.

“Nah, no family left,” Steve says.

This causes the first non-calculated expression he’s seen on Bucky’s face for a while.

“Oh, shit, sorry.”

Steve shrugs.

“It was only ever me and my ma so.”

Bucky grabs Steve’s hand across the table and the comfort it gives Steve is terrifying.

Then something changes on Bucky’s face. It’s the color Steve notices first, his usual aroused Omega blush goes to white then yellow. Steve’s worked with him so closely he notices it instantly.

“Bucky, you okay?”

“Steve, I don’t…I don’t feel good.” He goes a shade of green Steve really doesn’t like.

He grabs Bucky up, who’s now gone boneless, and Steve carries him to the bathroom. Bucky pukes as soon as he sees the toilet, collapsing on his knees and heaving into the bowl. Steve scrambles to pull Bucky’s long dark strands away from his face. Bucky’s sweating buckets.

“Shit. What the fuck?” Steve desperately tries to work out what’s going on. “Bucky, Bucky?”

Bucky was almost completely sober a second ago, otherwise Steve would just assume too much alcohol, but he’d had a few sips of the champagne at best.

“Bucky, can you hear me?”

“Fu…whu…uh…” Bucky’s eyes are rolling in his head.

Steve tries to wipe off some of the sweat with his shirt.

There’s a knock on the door.

“Everything okay in there?”

Steve opens the door a crack. It’s one of the bar staff, looking concerned.

“It’s my…” he can’t be bothered to explain. He looks like Bucky’s boyfriend so he might as well be for now. “…my boyfriend, he was fine, he wasn’t even drunk, he’s barely had anything, I don’t…”

Steve hopes she believes him and isn’t going to boot them out. Bucky carries on puking in the toilet and Steve tries to keep scooping back his hair.

“He’s been spiked?” she suggests.

“Spiked? Oh shit. But -” Steve frowns.

“He was here about twenty minutes before you got here, you know, with that guy creeping around him. I was keeping an eye on them in case that the Alpha started getting grabby.”

Steve remembers the Alpha leaning on the wall next to Bucky when he arrived. Steve’s stupid photographic memory presents a perfect picture of the 5 ft 7, slim build, chestnut haired man. Pale, freckles, kind of grey eyes.

“Oh God that guy! Fuck!” Steve winces. “I didn’t realize getting spiked was a thing – not really, I mean I saw it on the news before, but I didn’t think it happened like…here,” Steve babbles to the poor woman, stroking his hands down Bucky’s back.

“Most Alphas don’t realize how bad it is.” She shrugs, and Steve feels like the biggest jerk for assuming this kind of thing didn’t happen in his neighborhood. “Unfortunately, for pretty unbonded Omegas like him, it’s common.”

It makes Steve’s blood boil that it clearly happens so much that the woman says it so flippantly. She doesn’t even sound surprised.

“God uh I don’t…should I take him to the hospital? God, if I hadn’t fucking got here and he’d have been on his own.” Steve closes his eyes, trying to push that thought from his head.

“St – st- ,“ Bucky stutters, nearly passing out in the toilet.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay I got you.” He turns back to the bar lady. “You said you’ve seen this happen before, what do I do?”

“You don’t need to take him to the hospital, just take him home and keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn’t choke on his own sick. If he can tolerate it, give him plenty of fluids. Don’t expect him to remember much of it the morning.”

“Jesus Christ. Baby,” Steve sighs. Bucky seems to have finished puking, so Steve pulls him back into his lap. “Hey, hey Buck, can you hear me?”

Bucky groans.

“Yeah. Okay. We’ll get an Uber.”

He picks up Bucky easily.

The woman smiles.

“He’s lucky he’s got an Alpha like you.”

Steve’s stomach twists. He grabs Bucky’s bag and on an afterthought the flowers. He stares at the empty glass that Bucky must have been drinking from before Steve got there. His blood boils.

“Did you know that Alpha, ma’am, the one he was talking to before I got here?”

Steve can’t shake the fact that he looked strangely familiar.

She shakes her head.

“Sorry. No. If I see him again, I’ll call the police.”

Steve nods. Thanks her. Tries to take Bucky out to the cab without causing too much fuss. He decides to puke again in the gutter before they get in though and the Uber drives off without them. Steve sighs, slings Bucky’s arm over his shoulder and drags him the few blocks back to Steve’s apartment instead. It kind of worries him how no one stops an Alpha walking through the streets with a clearly half-conscious unbonded Omega. Would anyone have stopped that other guy, if he’d had done the same thing and dragged Bucky back to his flat? Steve shudders.

“Okay baby here we go.” As soon as he gets Bucky past the front door, Steve stops, wondering if he should have taken Bucky back to his own place. Shit. Well. He can’t be dragging him back out there, and he has no idea the type of place Bucky lives. This will have to do.

He takes Bucky to the sofa, takes off his jacket, cos that can’t be comfy, and lies him on his side. Maybe something useful he’s retained from his army training. He puts Bucky carefully into the recovery position and then goes to get a bowl in case Bucky’s sick again. He covers Bucky in a blanket and gets a wet cloth to wipe off his face and the back of his neck, he’s so fucking sweaty still. Steve frowns, maybe he should have taken him to the hospital? What did a bar girl know about caring for someone that had been spiked?

He sighs dragging a chair from the small dining table to sit next to Bucky and puts on the TV. He tries really, really hard to concentrate on the soccer game that’s being replayed, but it’s not working. He’s seething with anger that anyone would dare do this to an Omega. To his fucking Omega, his Alpha brain adds. He chooses to ignore that part.

Thanks to his photographic memory he can see the guy’s face clearly, leering over Bucky where he clearly wasn’t wanted. Fuck. How had he done it? Had he crept over when Bucky was in the restroom, or had he done it subtly when leaning over Bucky? Bile rises in Steve’s throat again and he moves closer, stroking the Omega’s hair to soothe himself more than anything else as Bucky is still out flat.

He sits there most of the evening and early morning. Bucky wakes up around 5 am.

“Uherm what,” he mumbles to himself as he snuggles down into the sofa.

“Bucky, baby, you awake?”

“Uh yeah, fuck! I feel rough. What the fuck? How much did I drink?” Bucky’s eyes open and dart around the unfamiliar room before landing on Steve. “Did you take me back to your apartment?” He grins then laughs. “Aw no, I’m dressed. What happened?” He stops laughing when he sees the look on Steve’s face. “I don’t remember anything; did I do something awful?”

“No, you didn’t we…” Steve sighs, puts his hand in Bucky’s hair and tries to ignore how the Omega instinctively pushes towards him with a happy noise. “We were in the bar, and I just got you the champagne, but you’d barely drank any and you suddenly got really sick. I think…I think your drink was spiked.”

Bucky’s face drops and he shudders.

“Oh my God! Oh my God that creep! That Alpha creep with the brown hair!” Bucky looks horrified.

Bucky suddenly retches and Steve brings the bucket up, but Bucky just dry heaves into it and Steve passes him the tissues to wipe his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s who I thought it might have been too. Thank God you’re okay,” Steve sighs. “I was worried that I should have maybe taken you to the hospital.”

“Nah, I’m alright.” Bucky shivers and Steve is on the sofa and scooping Bucky into his lap before he realizes what he’s going.

Oh well. Cuddling was nothing new. God knows he spends way too much time wrapped around Bucky in the nest at work. And he was genuinely unwell this time.

Bucky nuzzles into his shoulder and climbs into his lap.

“You sure you’re okay? How are you feeling?” Steve asks, resisting the urge to hold the Omega uncomfortably tight for his own reassurance.

“Sweaty, and I stink.”

“Same as when you’re usually in my lap huh?” Steve kisses him fondly on the head.

“Yeah, fuck you too,” Bucky mutters.

Steve holds him closer.

“I can’t believe someone would do that,” Steve says.

“I can,” Bucky says with a bitter laugh. “Welcome to being an unbonded Omega in New York, Steve.”

“Seriously?”

“I mean. I would never go to any bar on my own like that normally, it was my fault. I should have timed it better so we got there the same time or got you to pick me up or something.”

“What the fuck? This is not your fault, baby. Don’t ever say that, Jesus Christ.”

Bucky ducks his head into Steve’s chest and doesn’t reply.

“Are people really that lecherous?” Steve asks.

“Some of them. That’s the problem though, you don’t know which ones are by just looking at them.”

Steve can’t help the growl he lets out.

“You’re so sweet, Steve.”

“You remember anything about him that we could take to the police?”

Bucky laughs.

“Are you kidding? Like they’re gonna believe an unbonded Omega that lies on their back for a living.”

“I mean mostly you do it on your front but...” He yelps as Bucky smacks him on the leg.

“Alright fine, you remember anything about him, that I could use?”

“You’re not thinking of going after him, are you? Don’t get yourself in trouble for me. It’s not worth it. As uh, kind of sexy as that is.”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“I don’t like the idea that he’s going around doing that to other kids every night.”

“I’m not a kid! Though now I gotta guess your age huh? You’ve got me at a disadvantage.”

“Yeah, be careful with that, don’t wound my pride.”

Bucky scoffs.

“Yeah, you’re real hard on the eyes, Steve; look old enough to be my old man.”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“You sure you don’t remember anything else about him?”

Bucky sighs.

“I think. He said his name was Adam. Adam Turner.”

 The name doesn’t register anything with Steve but he frowns, committing the name to memory anyway.

“Could of swore I recognized him from somewhere. Maybe the club; you didn’t recognize him?”

Bucky gives him a sarcastic look.

“Like you put so eloquently Steve, I’m usually on my front. Only bits I tend to see of people are their shoes, thighs, and dicks.”

“Hmm.”

“Could I use your shower, Steve?” Bucky asks. “I’m all cold and sweaty.”

“Oh, I only got a bath, with one of those attachment thingies. I’ll run you one.” He lifts Bucky up and puts him on the sofa.

“Thanks.” Bucky flops on his side and Steve goes to turn on the bath.

God. He wishes he had a nicer place to bring an Omega back to.

He reminds himself the Omega literally works in a sex club, and probably doesn’t give a shit. Steve does wish he had bubble bath instead of the shower gel he throws in there when he uses it though. Or nice fluffy towels an Omega might like. Candles? God, when did he last change his sheets?

Stop. It. Steve.

When he gets back to the living room, Bucky is face down in his sofa cushions.

“Bucky?” Steve darts forward, thinking he might have passed out again, when Bucky looks up guiltily and Steve realizes that he was inhaling Steve’s scent off his cushions.

Steve opens his mouth and closes it again. Bucky laughs.

“Of everything you’ve seen me do, that’s what shocks you?”

“You’re just something else Buck. That’s all.”

Bucky grins at him.

“Well, you’ve been my handler a while now, you must know your scent makes me feel safe, as well as other things.”

Steve smirks at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty fucking…overwhelming being in your apartment. Your scent. It’s. Everywhere.” Bucky shudders.

“I can open a window?” Steve suggests. “Fairly sure I’ve got some scent neutralizers around here somewhere.”

Bucky looks him directly in the eye.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Steve laughs.

“You feeling okay?” Steve asks again. He knows he’s fussing. He doesn’t care.

“I’m fine, just a little freaked out. God. If you hadn’t been there.”

Steve sits back down on the sofa and wraps his arms around him.

“Gonna snap his fucking neck.”

“Steve!”

“Sorry. Alpha. Bad Alpha.”

Bucky laughs, a little bit too much glee in his eyes.

“That bath will be ready,” Steve says.

He lifts Bucky up out of habit and Bucky doesn’t stop him. He takes Bucky into the bathroom.

“Oh, did you get my jacket?” Bucky’s face falls as Steve puts him down.

“Oh yeah, it’s back in the living room.”

“Oh thank God, I love that jacket.”

“I’ve never seen you in it before,” Steve says.

Bucky laughs.

“You don’t wear prized items of clothing to a sex club, hun.”

Steve supposes that makes sense. Bucky pulls off his shirt and Steve goes to turn and Bucky laughs.

“Really? You’re not gonna look?” Bucky asks.

“I…” Steve tries to explain his thoughts and fails, gives up and turns back around, leans against the door frame and watches Bucky undress, and get into the bath. “It’s just, we’re not at work, and you just had a shitty thing happen.”

“It’s fine, Steve. I’d rather you got in this bath with me, but you’re not gonna are you?”

“Buck, I barely fit in that bath by myself,” Steve laughs.

“Yeah alright, I’ll believe that one,” Bucky says.

Bucky wriggles out of his skinny jeans and grimaces.

“God, they stink, I was really sweating huh?”

“Yeah, why I was so worried about you. I’ll chuck ‘em in the laundry. I got some sweats you can borrow or something.”

“Thanks Steve.” Bucky smiles at him, pushes off his boxer briefs and Steve keeps his eyes determinedly on Bucky’s face.

Bucky smirks at him and gets in the bath. He sighs out loudly and dips his hair back in the water. He looks so fucking gorgeous wet. Steve’s mind grinds to a halt. He desperately tries not to stand there and gawk.

“Sorry, I don’t have any nice bath stuff,” he blurts out.

Bucky laughs.

“Its fine. I didn’t expect you to have a spa in here.”

“Maybe next pay day. Could do with some nice towels.”

“A man can dream,” Bucky says, “don’t worry, I’m not a rich kid, not judging you.”

“Didn’t imagine you were.”

“Steve…” Bucky gives him that look like he’s about to ask for something Steve has to say no to.

“Yes Bucky?” Steve sighs.

“Would you wash my hair? It was so nice when you did it at the club that one time, so nice.” Bucky’s smile gets a little dopey.

“Sure.” He worries at this point what he wouldn’t deny the Omega, apart from his dick. Steve takes off his shirt and Bucky grins.

“Jesus, you have the most beautiful fucking tits Steve. I kept staring at them the whole time we were with Doctor Lecter.”

Steve blushes bright red.

“They’re not tits!”

Bucky laughs and Steve kneels down by the bath and gets his shampoo.

He soaps up his hands and starts massaging it into the Omega’s hair. Bucky moans low and quiet and Steve’s dick is no longer under his control. He curses himself for taking off his blockers before he went to meet Bucky.

“So good Steve,” Bucky sighs. “You’re so nice to me.”

That seems like an odd thing to say but Steve is reluctant to probe further.

“You deserve someone to be nice to you, Buck.”

Bucky leans back into Steve’s hands and smiles indulgently.

“Yeah, you gonna be real nice to me Steve?” He purrs out Steve’s name at the end.

“Dunno, have you been a good boy Bucky?” Steve says back before he can get a hold of himself. “Oh shit. I didn’t meant to…” he gives up and trails off.

Bucky laughs. It’s too late now.

“Yeah Alpha, I been so good,” he tilts his head back even further and opens his eyes, widening them at Steve and Steve groans. “And it’s my birthday.”

“Not any more it ain’t,” Steve says, using the shower head attachment to rinse Bucky’s hair before getting the conditioner.

Bucky pouts. Steve rolls his eyes and massages it into his hair. Bucky moans again.

“So good, with your scent everywhere Steve. Steve, it’s like…” he shudders in the bath.

Steve knows just what it is, his Alpha scent everywhere and an Alpha looking after and caring for a compatible Omega equals one whimpering aroused Omega. He doesn’t miss the fact that Bucky’s hand starts moving under the water.

“Would you care for me Steve, if we were together?” Bucky asks.

Steve sighs.

“Of course I would, but Bucky, we can’t. I need this job, I’m sorry, I can’t give it up. Look at this place. I need the money.”

Bucky frowns.

“I’ll quit, then you can stay,” Bucky offers.

“God, don’t you dare.”

“Thank God,” Bucky barks a laugh. “I don’t know what I would have done if you’d said yes.”

Steve laughs, rolls his eyes.

“You’re a punk you know that?”

Bucky’s grin says obviously he does. He looks at the shower attachment Steve’s using and smirks.

“You know I used to have one of those attachments, at my parents’ place when I was a teenager,” Bucky says. “I still remember the first time I realized it felt real good if I pointed it at my dick, at my ass.”

“Oh my God, Bucky.” He finishes washing Bucky’s hair but can’t stand to stop touching him so starts massaging his shoulders instead.

“Oh,” Bucky sighs, head still tilted back, lips parted.

“Fuck baby, you’re so pretty,” Steve sighs. “Prettiest Omega I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Steve,” Bucky shivers, “can’t say that shit to me and tell me no.”

Steve growls low in his throat and Bucky groans.

“Steve, get me out of this bath and fuck me.”

“Uh baby I can’t. But. Uh. Maybe something.”

Bucky grins.

“Something huh?”

Steve curses himself. Runs his thumbs up the back of the Omega’s neck.

“Oh, was I naughty again?” Bucky purrs. “Gonna scruff me Alpha?”

“Stop it. Get out of that damn bath.”

Bucky near enough jumps out of the bath and Steve wraps him in the towel. He makes Bucky wait as he dries him off and Bucky whines.

“Shh baby, I’m gonna make you feel real good, baby,” he murmurs in Bucky’s ear. “I promise.”

“Mmm,” Bucky smiles, he leans up and kisses Steve and Steve tries to stop himself from throwing Bucky against a wall. He’s distracted by Bucky undoing his fly.

“Get this fucking gorgeous cock out Steve. I need it.”

Steve kicks off his pants and grabs Bucky before he can drop to his knees and start sucking it.

“Bedroom. More comfy. Come on.”

It’s so bad that they’re doing it here. In Steve’s flat. In his bedroom. He’s gonna be able to smell Bucky everywhere. Well, their combined scents together everywhere, and that’s so much worse.  He pushes Bucky into his bedroom, shuts the door behind him, and Bucky drops to his knees.

“Uh, fuck, yes,” Bucky groans, sliding his lips down Steve’s dick.

“Oh fuck,” Steve moans, his head smacking off the wall as it falls back. He grabs hold of Bucky’s wet hair. “Oh baby, shit that’s so good. Your mouth’s so good, so sweet, Jesus, baby.”

God, it’s so weird to do this, so freely in Steve’s apartment, no cameras, no Pierce, just them.

“Oh God Bucky,” he groans, getting stupidly close already. “Baby you take it so good. Love watching your lips stretch around my dick.”

Bucky moans, pushing himself forward to take it back in his throat.

“Oh Jesus, Buck! Baby gonna make me come.”

Bucky moans again, pulling Steve closer by his thighs. Oh fuck, that’s it. Steve realizes it now. Bucky’s never been able to be in control before, never been able to touch Steve back save for grabbing his hand when he’s being fucked. The thought sends Steve over and he groans out loud.

“Bucky!”

Bucky swallows it down greedily and licks his lips.

“Uh fuck,” Bucky groans, not standing immediately, taking his time to grab Steve’s ass, his thighs, where he normally can’t. He rubs his face all over Steve, his dick, his balls, his thighs, like he's been dying to do it for weeks.

“Come on, bed, Buck.” He pulls Bucky up by his underarms and all but flings him back on the bed.

Bucky groans.

“Fuck Steve. God, you’re still so fucking hard. Fuck. Oh my God. You’re so perfect. Bet you’re the only Alpha that could satisfy a guy like me.”

“Not sure about that,” Steve says, stalking Bucky across the bed till Bucky’s back hits the headboard. “You’re a hard man to satisfy.”

Bucky’s eyes are dark, tongue flicking out over his lips as he watches Steve, trying to catch his breath.

“You could. You don’t get tired. And you don’t care about other guys fucking me. That makes you the perfect Alpha. I mean, plus all this,” he gestures vaguely at Steve. “And how good you fuck.”

Steve groans as he can’t begin to process any of that, so he doesn’t try. He leans in and kisses Bucky, long, indulgent, and deep. The Omega is quick to remind Steve he hasn’t come yet with a whine.

“Spread your legs then, honey,” Steve purrs in his ear.

Bucky does and watching him move for himself instead of being moved around in the restraints makes Steve groan.

“Uh fuck,” he sighs, sliding a hand in-between Bucky’s legs as he kisses him harder.

“Mfph!” Bucky moans into Steve’s mouth as Steve slides two fingers into that beautiful heat.

“Yeah, honey, you feel so good. God I couldn’t stop thinking of how fucking beautiful you feel inside, perfect soft wet heat I swear.”

Bucky grabs Steve closer, like he’s never been able to do before and Bucky’s gasping and panting way quicker than he normally would.

“Urgh Alpha, so good, love your fingers so God damn thick Steve. Fuck. There, there fuck!”

Steve chuckles in the beautiful Omega’s ear.

“Uh yeah, honey, I know. I worked out where that spot is by now.”

Bucky whimpers and slick spills over Steve’s fingers every time he pushes on that spot.

“Jesus fuck you’re getting me close so fast, what the fuck,” Bucky shudders.

“Mmm, easy for me, aren’t you? Never had me like this I guess, up against my chest and begging and moaning in my ear, it’s real sweet Buck.”

“Steve, oh God, more, more,” Bucky pants into his shoulder.

Steve slides another finger in, moves them faster, breathes in deep from Bucky’s neck and groans.

“Smell so fucking good baby. Swear to God.”

Bucky’s writhing in Steve’s lap, fucking himself down on Steve’s hand desperately and Steve groans low.

“Fuck, yeah,” he sighs as Bucky gets closer, he can tell instantly by now, the way he whines, moans, the slight shift in his scent. Now he can feel him inside, so slick, feel him start to clench, flutter as he starts to come.

“Oh yeah honey, that’s it, come on sweetheart, come on, give it to me, give it to your Alpha. I wanna watch you come.”

“Uh fuck,” Bucky moans. “Um, can you, hold me down?”

So far, Steve has had him in his lap, but Bucky had been doing half the work, shoving himself back on Steve’s hand. The request makes Steve growl at the back of his throat, and he slams Bucky down on his back.

“Yes!” Bucky yells.

Steve holds him down by his throat, fucks him with his other hand, and pins the rest of Bucky’s weight down with his body.

“Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Steve, oh my God.”

Bucky comes instantly then, pliant in his grip and trembling underneath him.

Steve growls happily as he watches Bucky come. Can’t help it. Here in his own home, it’s so hard to hold everything back.

It makes Bucky shudder all over again and he looks up at Steve with big eyes.

“Fuck me, Steve. Please.”

“Baby,” Steve sighs. And God, how he wants to. He could so easily. Could just move in between Bucky’s already parted, dripping thighs and bury himself in that heat. “We can’t Buck.”

Bucky whines so unhappily it breaks Steve’s heart. Steve loosens his grip and Bucky moves underneath him, parting his legs, drawing up his thighs.

Steve groans. Thinks he feels like whimpering and whining along with the Omega.

“Come on. I’m right here. Just put it in me.”

“God,” Steve groans, choked out.

Instead of what he wants, he leans down and eats Bucky out instead.

“N- fuck. Oh shit. Oh, oh fuck Steve,” Bucky squeaks as Steve jabs his tongue inside him. It goes in easy after his fingers and Bucky’s orgasm. He’s so sweet. “Steve that’s so good.”

Steve gives an agreeing moan as Bucky’s delicious slick gets all over his face. He licks it up so gratefully, but soon the Omega is yanking at his hair, his shoulders.

“Up, up here,” Bucky demands.

Steve moves up, smirking at the idea that the Omega thinks he could actually move his weight.

“Come on, please, God, you gotta put it in me. Please Steve. I need your dick. Your knot. Need it so bad.”

Bucky’s desperation is flooding the room, clogging it up along with the arousal from them both that Steve’s starting to fail to differentiate.

“Don’t you want it?” Bucky gives him that hurt Omega look that Steve would believe if he didn’t know Bucky like he did.

Steve rolls his eyes.

“Course I want it, idiot. I think about pushing my dick inside you every other second of the day,” he confesses and instantly regrets it.

Bucky’s hands wrap around Steve’s cock.

“Uh,” the Omega moans, grinding his crotch up into Steve’s upper thigh, only failing to impale himself on Steve’s dick cos Steve’s got such a strong grip on his hips and is keeping him still. “Fuck. God. I think about your dick all the time. Think about you just taking your turn along with all those Alphas, but not telling me you’re gonna do it, but I’d suddenly know it was you, and you’d rail me into that bench so hard I couldn’t walk straight the next day,” he says breathily in Steve’s ear. “And you’d just ignore me when I came the first time, wouldn’t let me have a break, would just keep fucking me. I’d scream, beg you to stop, and you’d just hold me down and use me, make me take it, tell me to take it for you, you’d fuck me so hard, so rough so good,” Bucky’s eyes are going hazy and Steve groans, kissing him, and working his fingers back inside him. “Fuck me Steve, come on.”

“Urgh, Bucky.” He indulges himself and thrusts against Bucky’s thigh. “Can’t baby, can’t.”

Bucky groans at the sensation on his thigh.

“Why the fuck not?”

“I can’t. If Pierce finds out I just…I just can’t.”

Bucky rolls his eyes underneath him.

“Steve we’re in your fucking apartment, not the club, how the hell you think he’s gonna find out?”

Steve’s lack of an answer is his undoing.

Bucky freezes underneath him, and he stares at Steve with eyes that have suddenly gone cold.

“You…you still think I’d tell him? You think I’d do that?” The hurt in Bucky’s voice is like a bucket of ice water over Steve’s whole body.

Shit.

“You don’t trust me?” Bucky asks.

“I…I…it’s not that I – ,“ Steve’s brain is shutting down.

Bucky shoves him off and Steve backs off immediately to the other end of the bed. He almost holds his hands up, to show he’s not a threat, like he’s been taught with feral alphas, cos Bucky looks so fucking furious.

Steve may. He may have misread this situation. Maybe Bucky isn’t everything Steve assumed, at least not anymore.

“You don’t fucking trust me,” Bucky repeats.

“I do with…”

“With some things?” Bucky finishes for him bitterly. “Steve, I trust you every God damn night we work together. I trust you to look after me, protect me, my wellbeing. I can only let go like I do because I know you’re there. Know you’ll knock any idiot flat on their back that so much as looks at me the wrong way. Steve, I’d trust you with my life! You’re so fucking protective of me; I mean you looked after me after that horrible alpha spiked my drink, you bring me back to your home but you…you don’t fucking trust me to not tell Pierce we fucked?”

Steve stutters ineffectively.

“Fuck. Steve. I thought we – ,“ Bucky tears up.

Oh shit. Steve has fucked up.

“Buck,” he moves forward to touch Bucky’s face and Bucky winces away from him and Steve feels like he’s had a knife stuck in his gut.

“Bucky, I’m sorry, I just – “

“You’re the only person that still treats me with respect, you know, after knowing what I do? You still hold me and kiss me, and I thought maybe that meant that we…” he looks at Steve and shakes his head. “Fuck.”

Bucky gets up and stalks off in search of his clothes before he remembers the state they’re in on the floor and glares at them.

Steve chases after him.

“Bucky, baby, please. I’m sorry, just, please, listen to me.”

Bucky turns his glare on Steve and folds his arms.

“Okay. Sure. Talk.”

“Look, Bucky. You’re young. I’m just some guy you work with. I…we’ve been together so much I think you’re just getting attached and…” He stops talking at the look Bucky’s giving him.

 Probably also at the horror of the lies that are spilling out of Steve’s mouth.

“Don’t you dare fucking tell me how I feel. I’m not a fucking child Steve. I know you want me. Guess I just thought it might be more than that.”

“It…” Steve is torn. It is more than that. “Bucky, you know I care about you.”

“Eurgh fuck, that’s just hurtful. Give me some clothes.”

When Steve doesn’t move to do it, Bucky barges past him out through the bathroom and into Steve’s room and starts helping himself. He picks up some sweats that Steve threw on the floor earlier and climbs into them spitefully, pulling the draw string as tight as it’ll go and turning up the bottoms, so they’ll fit him.

“Baby it’s late please don’t go.”

“It’s actually 7 am,” Bucky points out and pulls out a small t-shirt that might actually fit him out of Steve’s top drawer.

“Bucky, wait, fuck.” Steve lurches forward and tries to close the drawer before Bucky can look in there further.

Bucky looks at the small t-shirt and then back up at Steve.

“Oh…you’re…” he looks down at the drawer that Steve’s now holding closed.

Steve knows all the clothes in that drawer are small.

“You’re seeing someone,” Bucky says.

“What?” Steve blinks.

Bucky drops the top like it’s burnt him.

“It doesn’t smell like you. It’s obviously not yours, it’s too small. Fuck. Jesus, what do they think, you come home smelling of me and horny Alphas every night? You’re allowed to fool around with me but not fuck me is that it?”

“Buck no! For God’s sake. I’m not seeing anyone.”

“Then explain that! Open the fucking drawer!”

Steve’s knuckles are white with the effort to hold it shut. Even though Bucky’s not trying to open it anymore.

He can’t. Can he? Would there be any point? The Omega was already furious at him before this started. But.

Bucky’s scenting so upset it’s killing him.

Bucky snarls at him and yanks open another drawer and takes out a top that’s definitely Steve’s. Pulls it over his head.

“Bucky please,” Steve stammers.

“You’re a fucking cheating scumbag.”

“I…I’m not I swear, look, fine!” Steve takes his hand off the drawer and stumbles back onto his bed.

He gears the throb of his heart racing in his ears. He realizes he’s flushed and has tears in his eyes. Bucky doesn’t notice, too busy yanking the drawer open in a fit of jealousy, tearing through the contents of the drawer, old clothes, packets of medication.

“Man, he’s really moved in here, hasn’t he? Inhalers and everything?”

Steve puts his hands over his face, waits for Bucky’s furious hands to find the photos.

“Oh. Man. Look at this picture. Guess I’m not even your type at all. Not blonde enough, not skinny enough, was that the problem? I’m slight but you like them skinny enough to snap? He actually looks a little sickly looking, you sure you can’t do better?”

“Stop.” Steve’s Alpha voice echoes through the room. “Quiet.”

Bucky gasps. It takes a second for it to wear off.

“How dare you?” Bucky hisses.

Bucky turns and stops what looks to be another tirade of jealous anger when he sees the look on Steve’s face. It deflates Bucky instantly.

“St…Steve, what’s wrong?”

“It’s not just you. Everyone thought they could do better than a sickly little Alpha runt that never presented properly,” Steve spits it out.

Bucky looks back at the photo, finds another, a close up, looks back at Steve.

“Wh…what. That…but…”

“The only thing special about me, Buck, everything you love about me, came out of a fucking vial. I’m a science experiment. Military grade. The perfect soldier, till they broke my brain. Then they kindly shipped me back home without shit to show for it. Well. ‘Cept everything in that drawer.”

“Steve…” Bucky walks closer to Steve, put’s out his hand to touch Steve’s shoulder. Steve moves back.

“Don’t. I don’t want your fucking pity.”

“I…Steve. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I was just so mad at the thought of your seeing someone else and thinking you didn’t trust me and -“

“Yeah, sure, not disgusted at all. Got it.”

The Omega plants himself in Steve’s lap straddling his thighs.

“Alpha,” Bucky says, giving Steve his neck. To scent. To feel better.

Steve pushes him off. Probably a bit too rough.

“I’m not your Alpha, Bucky. Get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving you like this.” He looks over Steve. “Did you even sleep last night?”

Obviously, he didn’t; he’d spent it all watching over Bucky.

“Get out of my apartment.”

Bucky gasps again and looks appalled at Steve. He should. It’s an appalling thing to do.

He turns, walks out of the room, picks up his things, and the door slams. Steve turns onto his side and howls into his pillow.

*

Steve’s not sure how much time passes, lying shaking on the bed before he realizes his phone is buzzing. Right. Bucky has his number.

He reluctantly picks it up, planning to turn off the vibration setting when he sees five missed calls from Bucky.

He accidentally clicks answer.

“Steve,” Bucky sounds tired.

“Uh what?” Steve groans.

“Let me back in.”

“What?”

“I’m outside your door. You told me to leave so I had to. But I’m still outside.”

“Eugh Bucky, come on.”

“Let me back in. You’re distressed. I can smell it. You’re anxious. I won’t leave you like this. I’m worried…Steve, I’m worried you’ll hurt yourself.”

Steve presses his face into the pillow.

“I refuse to leave,” Bucky says. “I won’t leave you like this. Not when it’s my fault.”

Steve sighs.

“Plus, I left my jacket in there and it’s cold out here.”

“Fucks sake.” Steve rolls his eyes. Fucking Bucky. He can’t let the Omega walk home without a jacket.

He pulls himself up off the bed. Wipes a hand over his face and stumbles to the door.

He opens it. Bucky’s there. And he’s already wearing his jacket.

“For God’s sake.”

“You’re distressed.” Bucky pushes him back so he can get into the apartment. “You’re tired. You need to lie down. You need me.”

Steve growls.

“Look, I’m sorry for what I said. I’m sorry for what happened to you. I’m also still pissed at you, but I’m worried about you. Please. Let me stay. Please don’t use the Alpha voice to make me leave.”

Bucky gets out his big eyes and Steve groans, steps back.

Bucky pushes him down on the sofa. He chucks his leather jacket over the dining chair, picks up the blanket and climbs onto the sofa. Steve lies tense and disconnected, as Bucky cuddles up to him, chest to chest and pulls the blanket up over them both.

Steve remains tense until Bucky shoves his neck in Steve’s face.

“Come on Steve. I fucked up. Let me help you.”

Steve’s too far gone on Bucky. Too exhausted to fight anymore. He breathes in and his whole body relaxes.

“Yeah, Uh huh, that’s better.” Bucky winds his limbs around Steve and Steve buries his head in his neck.

“Get some sleep, Steve. Please.”

Steve sighs. He is exhausted. And lying on the sofa like this with Bucky is bliss if he forgets about everything else. He’s falling asleep when he nuzzles into Bucky’s neck. Flicks his tongue out at Bucky’s scent gland on instinct and Bucky gasps. The taste is so sweet, so comforting.

Steve moans quietly. He’s greedy. He sucks at it.

Bucky bites back a squeal and Steve holds him tight, one hand on the back of his neck, possessive. Steve’s half asleep now, drifting, but needing to cling to the Omega. Needs to keep him safe. Close.

“Oh fuck,” Bucky mutters.

“My Omega,” Steve mumbles as he drifts off. “Mine.”

*

They wake up around noon, with Steve flat on his back and Bucky sprawled on top of him. Steve wishes he didn’t remember what he did right before they fell asleep. He cringes. Hopes they can maybe just not talk about that.

Bucky pushes himself up on an arm. He looks adorable, his dark hair a complete mess and half his face red where it’s been pushed into Steve’s chest.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Steve replies.

Steve knows they need to talk about what happened. Probably. He just doesn’t know how the hell to approach the subject apart from not talk about it and making some coffee. He’s considering exploring that option when Bucky speaks first.

“Steve.”

“Yeah Buck?”

“I gotta go.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m meant to be at my mums for dinner.”

“Oh. Okay.”

It’s awkward, and Steve doesn’t know what the hell to say.

“I’m sorry about last night.”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighs, “me too.”

“It’d probably be better if we didn’t see each other outside of work again,” Steve says, thinking this is the logical conclusion that Bucky would also be coming to, until Bucky’s face contorts.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bucky stares at him. “Have you always been this dense, or did those stupid steroids the Army gave you remove your emotional intelligence?”

Steve’s mouth drops open.

“Steve, you fell asleep muttering about how I was your Omega whilst sucking on my mating glands. You threatened to break someone’s neck that spiked my drink. You stayed up all night to make sure I was safe. The last idiot that tried to try anything weird with me at work probably has brain damage from how hard you punched him. You told me I’m the most beautiful Omega you’ve ever seen in your life.”

“Well, you are,” Steve says, frowning, not sure what any of this has to do with them seeing each other outside work. “And I want to keep you safe.”

“Oh my God. Okay,” Bucky sighs and closes his eyes. He sits up on the sofa and grabs his phone. “Steve. The logical conclusion to this is not that we shouldn’t see each other outside work. It’s that we should probably at least be dating because we’re compatible. You want me to be your Omega.”

“I mean…yeah, I do, but what…what about last night?”

“Last night we had a fight. Couples have fights, they move past them.”

“But you looked like you never wanted to see me again.”

“Yes. I was upset because I care about you.”

“But I used my Alpha voice on you.”

“Because you were upset. I said something awful, and you care about me. I don’t. God,” Bucky sighs. “I really have to go. I’m gonna text you. You’re probably not going to reply. I’ll see you at work on Monday. Go read a blog on dating or relationships or something, Jesus Christ.”

Steve can only stare as Bucky gets up, in his ridiculous outfit of Steve’s clothes, and slings his leather jacket over his shoulder.

“Bucky wait” Steve sits up on the sofa.

“What?” Bucky turns with an exasperated expression.

“Can I call you an Uber? I don’t want you walking around on your own after last night.”

Bucky closes his eyes and smiles.

“I called myself an Uber.” He shows Steve his phone that shows the Uber is one minute away.

“Share your journey with me, I wanna make sure you get home safe.”

Bucky gives him a triumphant grin, and Steve can’t work out why.

“Yes Alpha,” Bucky says sweetly, taps the sharing button on his phone, and leaves the apartment.

Steve stares at the shut door. Frowns. Wonders why he feels like he’s lost an argument. Then he stares at his phone, tracking Bucky’s journey all the way home, until he’s satisfied that the Omega is home safely.

Then he turns his attention to his raging hard on. He thinks about not doing it. He really does. Then he gives up on himself and marches into the bedroom, shoves his face in the side of the bed that’s covered in Bucky’s sweet fucking sent, his dried slick, and jacks himself off into oblivion.

*

Steve tries to think about what Bucky says all day Sunday. About them dating. About them being a couple. About Steve not trusting him. He does manage to unpick that problem quite quickly. The problem is that Steve doesn’t trust anyone. Not after what happened in the Army. Not after what they told him was vitamin shots turned him into…this. Maybe he could learn to trust Bucky, but…that wouldn’t be easy. After a lot of consideration, and a lot of laps around the park where he sweats so much he thinks he should have shrank back to his past self, he decides Bucky does care about him. He believes that. The hurt in his eyes, how upset he got, the way he waited in the hall after Steve told him to get out. Yeah. Bucky cares about him. Bucky doesn’t just want his dick anymore. And it would be in his best interests not to tell Pierce if they were fucking. But that doesn’t mean it always will be.

Bucky’s a God damn kid. He’s still studying for God’s sake. He isn’t about to go sink his teeth into him. And dating, in their line of work? Jesus. He already knew how much he cared about Bucky. That isn’t news.

Bucky texts him. Steve doesn’t reply.

Instead of educating himself or making any sensible decisions about relationships, Steve instead allows the rage he felt at the Alpha that had dared to harm his Omega burn through his body as he starts thinking about how he might go about seeking revenge. He’s aggressively stabbing the potatoes that’s he’s made for dinner when he realizes the obvious solution. The meat grinder. Pierce has a lot of control. He doesn’t just run the Pussy Cat Club, that became pretty clear to Steve within the first week. It’s his base of operations, and a huge source of income, but that’s not where his sphere of influence ends. No. Alexander Pierce is a gangster. Steve has a feeling that if he tells Alexander Pierce about an Alpha trying to spike and rape his ‘prize pony’ that said Alpha would not last very long on the streets of New York.

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Steve gets to work half an hour early to go and check the books and talk to Pierce. That’s the plan anyway. He walks into the main bar, feeling the hair on the back of his neck standing up. He doesn’t know why as he’s allowed to be in here. He goes over to the bar on the left where he’d stand when he’s in the public area with Bucky. Bucky always has the table on the left. He takes the ledger from its shelf under the bar, runs his fingers over the worn red cardboard, opens it, and flicks back through the last few weeks. He nearly drops it when he sees the name ‘Adam Turner’ on the list a week back. He really hoped he was just being paranoid. He nearly leaves it there and goes straight to tell Pierce, but something makes him keep turning back the pages.

He feels progressively sicker the more he turns the page. Adam Turner has been to see Bucky every week for the past three months. And that only goes back to the start of this book. He swallows down the acid creeping up his throat.

The Alpha must be following Bucky. That’s the only way he could have been in that bar. Right? Steve wracks his brain for a more pleasant alternative explanation and doesn’t get one. God. The Alpha wasn’t that big, wouldn’t be that much of a threat to Bucky, right? Is that why he panicked so much when he saw Steve. He wasn’t just seeing some big Alpha boyfriend; the Alpha would have known that Steve was Bucky’s handler at the club.

He gets his phone out and brings up his chat with Bucky.

2030 Steve: You’re on your way, right?

2031 Bucky: Oh shit your phone is working? Fucking asshole. Yes, I’m on my way. *eyeroll emoji*

2032 Steve: You getting an uber? Can you share your location with me?

2033 Bucky: Yes, Jesus Christ. What is the matter with you?

Bucky has shared his Uber journey with you. Estimated arrival time: 2045.

Steve scans the details, the driver is a beta, and definitely not this creepy Adam Turner.

He puts his phone away and goes to Pierce. He knocks on the door.

“Come in!” Pierce calls.

Steve goes in. Pierce raises his eyebrows at Steve from where he’s sitting behind his desk. Steve has never knocked on Pierce’s door.

“Don’t tell me you’re quitting, cos I literally will not accept your resignation.”

“Um, no,” Steve says, thinking that’s…a bit concerning? “It’s Bucky. I think he’s got a stalker.”

“What?” Pierce narrows his eyes.

Steve’s already rehearsed his story.

“He called me to come get him on Saturday night. He had his drink spiked in a bar and needed someone to take him home and look after him. I thought it might be random, but Bucky was sure he knew the guy that spiked him, and he’d told Bucky his name, and...” He hands Pierce the open ledger and points to the name. “that name is down on Bucky’s list. A lot. Like weekly. So. Yeah. I think stalker, potential rapist?”

“Oh fuck. Where’s Bucky?”

“He’s in an Uber, he’s okay. I got him to share his trip with me; it’s not that Alpha driving.”

“Fucking hell. Fucking Alphas,” Pierce groans and runs a hand across his face. “No offence.”

“It’s okay. Feeling pretty disgusted with my designation at the moment to be honest.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll deal with it. Hang on.”

Pierce picks up his phone and makes a call.

“Thor? Get in here.” He hangs up and turns back to Steve. “Don’t leave tonight without checking in with me. I may need you to escort Bucky home tonight.”

“Yes, sir. I was thinking maybe we need to be more careful with the Omegas when they leave, make sure they’re safe, not followed?”

“Yes. You’re right. I’ll look into it.”

Steve nods. He gets up to leave but turns back at the door.

“Um, sir, what are you going to do with Adam Turner?”

Pierce smirks at him.

“You’re protective of Bucky, aren’t you?” Pierce says.

“Well, you do pay me to be protective of Bucky,” Steve says, rubbing the back of his neck, trying not to look too guilty.

“I do. What would you like me to do with this rape-y, likely stalker Alpha?” Pierce is watching him carefully.

Steve doesn’t have to think about it.

“I’d like you to put him in the Meat Grinder,” Steve says.

Pierce grins.

“Then I will.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Are you getting attached to Bucky?”

Steve tries not to panic.

“I…a bit.” Steve’s a bad liar.

“Do you have any problem being his handler and watching him get fucked by multiple Alphas?”

“No, sir. No problem.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

Steve flushes.

“Well then that’s fine,” Pierce says. “In fact, it’s probably even better. Check in with me before you leave.”

“Yes, sir.”

Steve walks out slowly, turning the conversation over in his head. He isn’t in trouble with Pierce. But did…did Steve just basically sentence someone to death? He’s sure the rape-y Alpha bastard deserves it but…is this, okay?

Steve walks through the locker room door and gasps as the scent of Bucky in heat hits him so hard in the face he nearly slides down the door.

“Bucky? Shit!”

Wait no. Steve has actually slid down the door. He becomes aware of this when he feels the cool tiles through his thin trousers.

The sweet, intoxicating scent of Bucky’s heat threatens to drown Steve and he bites back a moan. Bucky is sitting holding his knees on the floor of the locker room. Completely fucking naked.

“Shit.” Steve is on the floor next to him in a second. “Baby, are you okay?” He wraps his arms around him.

“M fine I…m fine.” Bucky is panting, sweat on his forehead, burning hot. “No thanks to you. Never text me back you bastard! Who do you think you are fucking ghosting, me? Ow. Fuck.”

Bucky groans as his stomach tenses up and a fevered shiver runs through his body.

“I’m taking you home. Get up. Come on, I’ll carry you if I have to.”

“What? No, don’t be…ridiculous, ‘m fine. Pierce knows. I can work through my heats.”

“Buck, no. That’s fucked up. You’re sick baby, look at you.”

“Honey,” Bucky says in a pained but somehow still condescending voice. “I’m only sick cos I’ve not got a dick in me. Half hour out there and I’ll be right as rain.”

“No but you need, you need all the other stuff too to make sure you’re okay, I…”

Bucky laughs.

“Steve. I’m desperate enough not in heat, you…know…that,” he pants. “I just need to get fucked. Like a lot. Jesus. Then if you’re so keen on caring for me and not being a shit head, you can put me in the nest and stroke my hair,” he groans and leans forward. “Shit, Steve, fuck.”

“What were you thinking getting an Uber in this state?!”

“Made sure it was a beta. No…no problem. Big tip.”

Steve shakes his head.

“Fuck you should have called me,” Steve says. “I’d have come picked you up and made sure you were okay.”

Bucky laughs.

“Oh yeah, you don’t answer my texts, I’m sure you would have answered my calls.”

“I read your texts! I just didn’t reply.”

“I know! That’s worse, you do…fuck,” Bucky groans and grabs onto Steve’s arm. “You do get that that’s worse right?”

“I’d have replied if it was something important like this!”

“Wow, chatting to me isn’t important. Cool.”

“That’s not what I…fuck, Bucky you just gotta be more careful, like after that guy – “

“Steve that was a one-time thing, it didn’t-”

“He was a regular. Here. One of yours.”

Bucky goes dead still. Steve realizes he probably shouldn’t have told him that the second it’s out of his mouth.

“What?”

“Yeah. I…sorry. This wasn’t a good time to tell you. I told Pierce. He’s gonna take care of it. But I’m taking you home tonight.”

“Fuck. Well, that’s scary. Great. Cool.”

Bucky yelps and leans forward, clutching his stomach.

“Ah fuck, it’s bad today.” Bucky scrunches up his face. “How long we got till shift?”

“Twenty minutes and I am not taking you out there like this.”

“To get what I need? Why not you fucking sadist; you gonna send me home to my bed and see how satisfied I get there?”

Steve groans.

“You must have someone, Buck, to help you?”

“Well, I don’t, Steve,” Bucky spits back at him. “I only have you that fits the criteria…you and the Alphas that I hope are forming a nice orderly queue out there.”

Steve holds him tight and Bucky groans. Steve can smell the slick as it spills.

“You’re not helping, Steve. Jesus. Fuck. Ow.”

Steve can’t bear it. Can’t see Bucky like this. Can’t smell the sweet heat mixed in with pained distress and do nothing about it.

“Please Steve, please.” Bucky scrambles at Steve, opening Steve’s fly and getting his hard dick out before Steve manages to grab hold of his frantic hands.

“Stop. No. We can’t, you know that. Especially not here, Jesus. But let me help you; you got toys around here, right?  You must.”

“Don’t want fucking toys, I want you!”

Bucky grabs Steve’s hair, hard, and shoves his face in Steve’s neck, breathing in deep. His whole body shudders in Steve’s grip, the smell of slick intensifies. Then he shoves Steve back.

“Oh shit, no, that’s worse, that’s worse. Get off me.”

Steve scrambles away like Bucky has maimed him.

“Uh, don’t look at me like that, with your stupid hurt puppy face. You know exactly what you can do to make this better, you fucking piece of shit,” Bucky hisses at him as he rolls onto his side, clutching his stomach. “But you won’t, will you, cos you don’t fucking trust me.”

Steve closes his eyes. He restrains himself for exactly three seconds before he pounces on the Omega, slamming him onto his back, spreading his legs and pushing his dick into Bucky’s slick heat without sparing a thought for his job.

He slides in with barely any resistance. Bucky’s body sucks him in and fucking squeezes. Like it never wants to let him go.

“Ah-!” Bucky starts to yell but Steve clamps a hand over his mouth. He grabs Bucky’s wrists with his other hand, easily pinning him down to the floor with his body weight. He dares to look at Bucky’s face. It’s beyond ecstasy. Uh.

So beautiful.

Bucky lets out a choked out moan into Steve’s hand. His feet scrabble at Steve’s back, pulling him in deeper. Steve pushes the rest of the way into him, and Bucky goes completely slack underneath him and the scent of the happiest Omega smell on earth fills the room.

Steve is sheathed in the most sinful, perfect heat he’s ever felt. He groans loudly in Bucky’s ear. God. This is heaven. He’s found it.

“Alpha,” Bucky sighs out happily against Steve’s now slack hand, his head lolling back against the floor.

“Oh shit,” Steve swears as the reality of what he’d done crashes down on him and he realizes he’s balls deep in the Omega.

Bucky looks up at him with hearts in his eyes.

“You have the biggest, most perfect dick in the whole world.”

Steve shakes his head at him.

“And you honey, are probably quite literally, gonna be the death of me.”

“Make it worth it then? You’ve got 18 minutes.”

“You’re a little shit you know that?”

Steve clamps his hand back over Bucky’s mouth, his other secures Bucky’s thigh down on his chest and he starts fucking him, hard and slow.

Bucky whines against his hand, eyes wide and body trembling as Steve fucks him. Steve knows he’s big, all of Steve got big after…what happened, and he’s seen the Omega take a lot, but he doesn’t want to snap him in two.

Steve’s eyes roll back in his head as he fucks him; it’s impossible, that the Omega somehow feels better than all his wanking fantasies. Slick, wet, perfect heat. He’s never not going to be able to do this again.

“Bucky, Bucky fuck.”

The Omega’s whimpering underneath him, huffing out muffled moans and shouts with every thrust.

He loosens his hand a little, wanting to hear those moans. He’s heard them most nights, and on Saturday night all to himself but this time they’re from his dick in his ass. It’s his stupid Alpha brain taking over his common sense.

“Steve,” the Omega squeals as Steve hits a certain spot and Steve raises his eyebrows at him.

“Oh yeah, right there is it, pretty thing?”

“Yes, I know you know where it is you fucking…oh fuck Steve, so good, so good. Yes, yes, harder. Please fuck you know I can take it. Yeah. Yeah. Just like that oh my God.”

Bucky looks about as wrecked as he usually does at the end of the night, and Steve’s barely been fucking him for a few minutes. It makes him grin. Makes him crazy enough to forget himself.

He keeps slamming in at that angle, putting more of his strength behind it, and the Omega squeals with every thrust. They’re staring at each other, way too intense, he knows, staring into each other’s eyes and watching for every reaction on the other’s face.

“Yeah, that’s it sweet thing, my sweet little Omega, aren’t you? You mine, honey? You gonna come on my big Alpha dick? Finally got something that might satisfy you?”

He needs to stop talking. Desperately. But the words just keep coming.

“Yes, fuck, Steve, fuck, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, Alpha I…” Steve muffles Bucky’s moans with his hand but stares in his eyes as he comes hard around his dick, squealing. The sensation is insane, that hot white heat clenching around his dick. He groans and lets his eyes roll back.

“Oh fuck, Steve,” Bucky pants.

“How you feeling honey?” Steve purrs in his ear, fucking him long and slow.

“Steve,” Bucky moans. “Fuck, so good. I knew you’d be this good.” He laughs, a little more lucid and grabs Steve’s face. “Kiss me you fucking idiot.”

Steve slams his lips onto Bucky’s, quickly parting his lips and licking into Bucky’s mouth. Bucky groans against his lips as Steve keeps fucking him into the floor deep and slow.

He flips Bucky onto his front without warning and pushes back in hard. This time when the Omega squeals Steve can’t be bothered to cover his mouth. It’s criminal anyway, to deny those perfect sounds. Instead, he just pounds Bucky’s ass like he’s been dying to, an iron unforgiving grip on his hips as he jackhammers into Bucky’s prostate.

“Shit! Fuck…oh..ng..uh…I…ah!”

“Yeah, that’s it honey. What you need isn’t it?”

Steve grins, fucking another orgasm out of the Omega in minutes. When Bucky stops shaking, he picks him up off the floor and slams him forward against the wall.

“Get those legs open, sweet thing. Nice and wide for your Alpha.”

He’s sure if he wasn’t holding him there that Bucky would have slid down onto the floor. He only just manages to stumble his feet apart.

“Good boy,” Steve whispers in his ear and Bucky whines high.

“Yeah, honey, one more yeah? Then I can take you out there to the lions. I’m gonna love watching you squeal and scream on that table taking all those dicks. Gonna drown on how sweet you smell like this, baby.”

“Yes, fuck, Steve, please.”

“Mmm, let me feel you first huh?”

Steve pushes in three fingers and Bucky gasps.

“N…no Steve want your dick, your dick, please.”

“Mmm, hang on just wanna feel you for a sec, mmm,” he bites Bucky’s neck and pushes down on his prostate hard with his fingertips.

“Fuck!”

Steve chuckles in his ear, low and dark and he feels the Omega tremble in his arms.

“Mmm feel real good honey.”

He takes his fingers away and pushes his dick back in on one thrust.

“Steve,” Bucky chokes out.

His head falls back on Steve’s shoulder and Steve drags his teeth up his neck. Bucky is so beautiful like this. His hair a mess, sweaty, red cheeks, so perfect.

He fucks him hard and slow, one hand coming up to grip Bucky’s neck, the other plays with a nipple.

The Omega’s eyes roll back in bliss and slick runs down between their bodies.

“Oh baby, look how messy you are.”

“Steve. Steve. Oh fuck. So good. Please.”

“Mmm, ready to come again sweet thing? My beautiful Omega. You’re so fucking pretty Bucky, ass so fucking sweet I swear to God. If we didn’t have to work, I’d fuck you through every second of your heat. Keep my hard dick inside you even whilst you slept. You could wake up to ride it, fuck yourself on me, get off, fall right back asleep…I’d keep you stretched wide open on my knot whilst I fed you, breakfast, lunch, and fucking dinner spread wide on my knot. Watch you come screaming in the middle of breakfast. Fuck, I could eat you out whilst you were eating, suck and lick at that perfect fucking pussy.”

Bucky yells out loud as he comes, Steve’s cock driving away inside him, and Steve lets himself go. Comes thinking about having the Omega sit on his face, ride his face till the slick dripped down his neck. He yells, thankfully resisting the urge to sink his teeth into Bucky’s mating glands.

It goes on endlessly, though thank God he manages to keep his knot down. Bucky is not happy about that.

“Uh fuck Steve! Want your knot.”

“Its not all about what you want, brat.”

Steve slaps Bucky’s ass cheek and Steve laughs as Bucky yelps and his dick twitches.

“Fuck. Oh shit Bucky. Get in the fucking shower. Get my scent off you before we both get busted.”

He pushes the protesting Omega into the shower and hoses him down. Unfortunately, then Bucky catches him unawares and literally jumps him, his legs locking around Steve’s waist and pushing his ass down on Steve’s still hard dick.

“Uh, fuck! Bucky! For God's sake.”

“Oh fuck yes, yes,” Bucky squeals, pushing himself down. “Keep dreaming of you bouncing me on that fucking big dick. Come on. Come on. Please. Bounce me on it.”

Steve groans but with that tight heat around him, Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes begging him, Steve gives in, easily bouncing him on his dick.

Bucky grins so wide.

“Yes, yes, oh my God, you’re so fucking strong, yeah right there, just like that. Fuck. Oh…oh…oh…”

Steve groans watching Bucky bounce, his hair bouncing along with him, and does it till he comes again with a huge open mouthed grin. Steve could weep with frustration as he feels him contract around his cock and knows he can’t knot him. Urgh.

“Fuck yes. Oh. God. That’s. Okay. That’s better.” Bucky sags against Steve in relief, laughing quietly.

“Mrmm,” Steve growls, can’t help the approving Alpha noise as the Omega’s desperation has been removed and replaced by purely blissfully happy Omega scent.

“Thank you, Steve,” Bucky whispers in Steve’s ear, a sweet innocent voice that’s ruined by him flicking a tongue out against Steve’s skin.

Steve huffs a laugh.

“Jesus, Steve. You’re still fucking hard.”

“Yep,” Steve sighs. “Come on honey. Your public awaits.”

“Don’t you want me to get you off?”

“Why bother? I’ll just get hard again out there watching you get ruined.”

Bucky smirks.

“You feeling okay? The pain and the fever gone?” Steve says, putting a hand to Bucky’s head.

“Yeah, for now. I told you, I knew what I needed.”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“Don’t get snippy with me, Mr. I just gave you how many orgasms? Hush up and wash up and let’s get out there.”

Bucky washes himself down again.

“That was some filthy shit you said just then Steve,” Bucky says.

Steve can’t really recall what he said exactly.

“Not my fault, you go leaking those hormones everywhere.”

He makes the mistake of really looking at Bucky again as he washes himself. He grabs Bucky’s hair and pulls his head back, kissing him deeply and leisurely, shoving him back into the wall before he makes himself pull back.

“You’re fucking incredible, Bucky,” he murmurs in his ear against his better judgment. Still blaming the hormones. “You’re so gorgeous, smell so good, feel so good.”

Bucky purrs so loud it makes Steve vibrate. Steve tries to leave to get towels and Bucky whines so loud Steve runs right back with them. The sounds of distressed Omega were like nails on a chalk board.

He wraps Bucky back in his arms and Bucky pants.

“Really touch desperate in your heats huh?”

“It’s you.”

“What?”

“I’m never touch desperate in my heats usually. It’s. You,” Bucky repeats.

Steve doesn’t have time to process before someone knocks at the door.

Steve pulls his clothes back on quickly. Makes himself presentable.

“Ah, there you are. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” Pierce chokes on the strong Omega scent that hits him square in the face, putting his hand over his nose. “Well. They’ll be getting their money’s worth tonight. Come on. They’re waiting.”

If Pierce knows they’ve fucked, if he can smell it, he doesn’t let on at all. He leaves.

Steve takes a deep breath and turns back to Bucky who’s putting on some clothes to walk across the corridor to the private bar.

He pulls Bucky back into his arms, cups a hand around his jaw and tilts his chin up

“Bucky, baby, look at me, are you sure you wanna go out there like this?”

Bucky grins at him.

“Fuck yes. I’ve done this before. Steve, I’m gonna come so many times I’m gonna probably break a record. I know you’re gonna get off watching me get railed, and then we’re both gonna be rich. I don’t know why you think there’s a downside. I know you’ll keep me safe.”

Uh. That feels like a gut punch reminder of their argument the other night. But Steve nods.

Bucky stumbles as he tries to walk out and Steve catches him, helping him out to the private room. Bucky flops face down on the table and Steve pets his hair, strokes him all over, till Bucky goes past happy satisfaction and starts squirming again.

“There we go. You’re already for your public now.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah baby?”

“Gag me.”

“What, why?”

“Cos I’m gonna get all heat delirious, I’ll lose control, and if you don’t gag me, all I’m going to scream is your name, and the Alpha’s probably won’t be into that.”

Steve groans. Gets the gag and does as he’s told. It looks so perfect in between the Omega’s pretty lips. He allows himself one run of his thumb over Bucky’s swollen bottom lip.

Pierce comes in before Steve opens the doors.

“Just be extra careful tonight, Steve. I want you to stay out here with him at all times. Make sure his neck’s covered. You know what Alpha’s are like around an Omega in heat.”

“Yes, sir.” Steve sure fucking does.

He gets out the really deep collar that will cover the entirety of Bucky’s neck and mating glands and clicks it into place.

Steve thought Bucky was joking, but for this the Alphas are literally lined up outside. As he takes their names and payment, Bucky starts to squeal impatiently on the table.

“Shh,” Steve coos automatically, stroking Bucky’s hair whilst he takes the money. “Look, all these Alphas are here for you honey; gonna take good care you, all of ‘em.”

Steve lets them come forward a few at a time, stays close to Bucky, keeps a very close eye. Bucky’s hand clamps down on Steve’s the second he comes near.

Steve knows he’s not unaffected, obviously, but seeing the Alphas and how aroused they are by Bucky’s heat is fucking hot. He watches them all as they pull on their jeans, squirm in their line, waiting to fuck the Omega in heat.

The scent gets even more intoxicating. Ultra aroused Alpha, desperate and then satisfied Omega swirls around in the air, and Steve has to fight not to get drunk on it. Is it weird that he enjoys this so much, watching what his Alpha brain thinks is his Omega get absolutely railed? That’s not normal. He definitely shouldn’t like it, he should be jealous, protective, and growling. Instead, he’s got an erection so hard it might actually rip open his slacks this time.

Bucky’s so loud. He’s always loud, but tonight, God. The sounds he makes getting fucked, the faces he makes and the way his body reacts when he comes…it’s almost violent.

They Alphas talk amongst themselves whilst they’re waiting, some whilst they’re fucking, and Steve struggles not to join in.

“God, fuck, look at how well he takes it.”

“He’s so fucking wet, God, look at how slick he is, he’s fucking dripping on the floor.”

“Is someone counting these orgasms we’re ringing out of him, cos I feel like someone should be?”

“Fuck, little cum machine, God. Even in heat I’ve never seen an Omega go like this.”

That Alpha’s right. Bucky is so gone. His whole body is slack, only tensing when he comes, he’s got the world’s most blissed out look on his face, somehow grinning around the gag as he has orgasm number 10. Yes. Steve is counting. Steve always counts.

Another Alpha comes up that just wants to lick Bucky out. Pays to lick and swallow down that intoxicating heat slick.

Bucky squeals for that one, squirming, trying to wiggle his hips, desperate for a dick inside him.

“Oh, look, poor thing, been empty five minutes, better get on that Matt.”

Bucky groans as the next Alpha slams his dick inside him and goes to town, his body relaxing in relief again.

“Good boy, Buck,” Steve says as he leans down to check on him before an Alpha wants to come and fuck his mouth. “Doing so good baby.”

“Can I suck his dick?” One of the Alpha’s ask.

Bucky nods as much as he can in the thick collar that’s strapped to the table.

“Yep,” Steve says, writing down on the ledger, taking the money, then flipping Bucky over.

“Oh,” the Alpha sighs. “Look at that beautiful little dick.”

He sucks it whilst his friend fucks Bucky, and another friend fucks his face. Bucky really starts to yell then, the three Alphas all working him at once.

“Oh yeah, fuck he likes that don’t he?”

“Course he fucking does!”

‘Little cum slut!”

Bucky comes so hard from that Steve has to check he’s still conscious. He is. Just.

It’s then of course, that bloody Tony Stark walks in. In a full suit with laptop bag in hand, looking like he just ran here from his last business meeting of the day.

“Oh Buck,” Steve says quietly in Bucky’s ear under the guise of checking on him again whilst he gets his throat fucked. “Guess who’s here. It’s your favorite customer.”

Bucky groans.

“I’m not too late, am I?” Tony asks with a grin that says he has enough money that he is never ‘too late’ for anything.

 He is, however, just at the end of the cut off time, so he’ll be last.

“Not at all, Mr. Stark,” Steve says with a smile.

Steve is very much going to enjoy watching this. He doesn’t miss how Tony’s eyes linger on Steve’s body almost as long as they linger on Bucky.

“Oh thank goodness, I missed it last time. Pierce texted me a couple of hours ago.”

Steve signs him up and Tony gets in line.

The next few Alphas pass in a haze of Bucky’s muffled screams.

“Could you take out his gag?” Tony asks as his turn comes up.

The other Alphas have all been shown out by Thor so Stark can have some private time. Steve dreads to think what that must have cost him. Fluffy towels, his brain supplies inappropriately.  He’s gonna buy so many fluffy towels.

Bucky nods. Steve takes out the gag.

“Hi honey,” Tony says, as he always does, leaning down to kiss him on the lips.

 Bucky is still on his back.

“Uh…huh” Bucky says, moving his mouth around after having the gag in for so long.

“Oh, wow, non-verbal huh?”

“He’s still been making some pretty amazing noises,” Steve reassures him.

Tony laughs.

“Oh I’m sure he has. Can I knot him?”

“If you pay,” Steve says.

“Can I untie his legs?”

Steve looks to Bucky, Bucky nods.

“Same answer,” Steve says with a smile.

Steve takes off the ankle cuffs and Stark groans, lifting Bucky’s legs up and spreading them wide - legs wide, completely undeterred by the amount of Alpha spunk.

“Fucking hell, look at you, you’re gaping honey.”

Steve moves around to look. Bucky’s beautiful tight little hole is wrecked even more than usual. He bites back a groan.

Tony slides a couple of fingers in and Bucky whimpers.

“Steve.”

“Yes Mr. Stark?”

“Is double penetration on that price list?”

Bucky’s head snaps up in interest.

“Watch your neck honey,” Steve teases him. “I mean yes, it is, but you only have one dick. Unless you’re hiding another one in your pants.”

Bucky splutters.

“Oh, Pierce didn’t tell you?” Tony says, smiling at Steve like he’s well aware Pierce hasn’t told him anything. “Pierce agreed with my request to pay to watch you fuck Bucky. And I figure this counts.”

“What?” Steve blinks.

Stark pulls a God damn Pussy Cat Club contract out of his laptop bag, complete with a perfect signature from Alexander Pierce.

“Oh God, yes, fuck,” Bucky says, looking between Steve and Tony.

“Found your voice again, beautiful?” Tony grins at Bucky.

Steve checks the form over a few times, he’s familiar with them, with Pierce’s signature, but he wants to double check. He’s also pissed Pierce didn’t tell him about this. He frowns.

“I gotta check this.” He walks over to the phone. Calls Pierce.

Because God, when you’re dealing with men like Tony Stark and Alexander Pierce, you have to double check this shit.

“Hello?” Pierce answers.

“It’s Steve, this contract with Tony Stark legit? You’re happy for me to fuck Bucky?”

Pierce’s voice is clearly amused when he replies.

“Yes. I can’t believe you called me to check.”

“He’s a tech billionaire, pretty sure he could forge a signature in five minutes if he wanted to,” Steve says, not caring that Tony can hear him.

Tony smirks at him from across the room.

“You are never leaving. Enjoy.” Pierce hangs up.

Steve really isn’t sure why Pierce always seems so impressed by him. He puts down the phone and walks back over to Bucky. He runs a hand through Bucky’s sweaty hair.

“Baby, you sure about this?” Steve asks, not bothering to hide anything in front of Tony.

Bucky nods so hard Steve thinks his head might fall off.

“Okay, how do you want it?” Steve asks Tony.

“Blow me, first,” he says to Steve.

Steve nods, that was also in the contract. Along with letting Tony fuck him. He’ll probably tell Bucky about that later when he’s less of a mess, so he doesn’t spontaneously combust.

Bucky groans.

Steve takes Tony’s hand and leads him to a part of the floor where he won’t be kneeling in bodily fluids, thank you very much. They end up kneeling to the right of Bucky’s head and Bucky cranes his neck to see.  

Tony bites his lip as Steve drops to his knees.

“Oh shit.” He stares at Steve with just as much desire as he had while staring at Bucky and it makes Steve’s dick twitch.

Steve undoes Stark’s expensive slacks and wonders if he’s getting a suit kink.

It’s been a while since Steve sucked Alpha dick, but from the sounds Tony makes above him when he gets started, he isn’t doing a bad job. He sucks him down, moaning around Tony’s dick. He’s missed the taste, missed the weight of it in his mouth.

Bucky is repeating “oh my God” under his breath over and over as he watches them.

“Oh yeah, you’re really good at that huh?” Tony says. “Bucky, you like watching your Alpha suck dick?”

“Yeahhh,” Bucky moans. “So hot.”

“Uh. Love you two. You’re so great. I should invite you over for din-oh fuck!” he groans as Steve gets confident enough to try and deep throat him. “Oh fuck you give some Omegas a run for their money there Steve…not you obviously honey,” he says to Bucky. “Oh God. Yeah. Okay. Stop.”

Steve pulls back and Tony pulls him to his feet.

Tony looks around the room.

“Can we untie him completely. Cos I really don’t wanna lie down on that bench without bleaching it first.”

Steve considers.

“Yeah, okay. But I’m not lying on the floor either.”

Tony laughs.

“Sofa?”

“Yeah okay.”

Steve unties Bucky and carries his jelly legged body off the table.

“I’m gonna lay down on my back,” Tony says. “Bucky you get on top of me, get on my dick, and Steve’s gonna fuck you from behind.”

Steve did not expect Tony to want it this way around.

Tony kicks off his suit trousers and lays down. Bucky lowers himself down on him with Steve’s help and groans loudly.

“Oh, Mr. Stark!”

“Good Omega,” Tony purrs, stroking Bucky’s back.

Steve bites his lip, moves behind Bucky.

“You ever done this before?” Steve asks Tony.

“No, just seen it in porn,” Tony admits.

“Yeah…same…okay…” He spreads Bucky’s legs wide and Bucky groans.

“Filling me with fucking confidence both of you,” Bucky mutters with a laugh into Tony’s shoulder.

“Hey, you want this or not brat?” Steve slaps Bucky’s ass and Bucky jerks against Tony.

“Yes, Alpha, sorry,” Bucky says quickly.

Tony groans.

“Gonna use my fingers first honey yeah, and you know your word,” Steve says.

“Yes Steve,” Bucky sighs, collapsing forward onto Tony’s chest.

Tony stokes his fingers through Bucky’s hair. He whimpers as Steve pushes a finger alongside Tony’s cock. It goes in easily, so Steve adds a second finger.

Bucky moans and grabs onto Tony’s arms. Steve thinks he understands why Tony picked that position now, as Bucky clutches at him as he’s being stretched.

“You okay honey?”  Steve asks.

“Yeah, good, good, mmm,” he moans as Steve moves his fingers inside him.

The third is more of a stretch and makes Bucky arch up.

“Fuck!”

Tony groans.

“You okay baby?” Steve runs a hand down his back.

Tony does the same and Bucky shudders.

“Mmm yes.” He flops back down onto Tony’s chest.

“Doing good, Buck,” Tony mutters in Bucky’s ear.

Steve slicks up his dick with all the slick on Bucky’s thighs. Thank God the sofa is wiped clean.

He gulps, knows this is going to feel all kinds of incredible if he manages to do it.

He runs the head of his dick up Bucky’s thigh in warning and Bucky squeals.

“Ready?”

“Fuck, yes, please, Steve. Get it in me.”

Steve pushes slowly, Tony groans at the sensation of Steve’s hot dick against his. He pushes the head against Bucky’s hole and thinks it’s not gonna work, not gonna fit, but keeps pushing, back and forth, and then it goes, the muscle relaxing to let him push right in alongside Tony.

“Fuck!” Bucky yells. “Oh…oh fuck.”

“You okay?” Tony checks before Steve can, stroking a hand down Bucky’s face.

“Ye…yeah. Oh. Shit.”

It’s so tight it’s almost painful as Steve pushes further, but on the right side of painful, and he pushes another inch.

“Ah! Ah, oh fuck!” Bucky starts to shake.

“Fuck, baby, you coming just from being stretched out like this? Steve’s not even moving…” Tony groans.  

“Yeah! Oh, oh, oh my God, oh my God, gonna come, gonna come, Alpha!” Bucky shakes, yells as he comes and clenches down on them both so hard Steve nearly loses his grip on the sofa.

“Oh yes baby,” Tony sighs. “Good Omega. So good, aren’t you?”

Bucky collapses onto Tony’s chest again and Steve takes advantage of Bucky’s complete relaxation to push the rest of the way in.

“Fuck!” Bucky squeals.

Steve groans at the insanely tight heat he’s encased in.

“Oh God,” Bucky groans.

“Fuck that’s…insane,” Tony groans.

“You okay baby?” Steve leans forward now he’s fully inside, not worried about accidentally slipping forward anymore. He nuzzles Bucky’s ear and flicks out his tongue over the shell of his ear.

“Uh,” Tony groans, watching him carefully.

“Uh huh, yeah, so…fucking big,” Bucky groans.

“Tell me when you’re ready for me to move,” Steve says; he wants to get to Bucky’s neck. Wants to get to that gland.

“Can I take the collar off?” Steve asks.

“Yeah,” Bucky says, his voice hoarse from yelling so much.

Steve takes it off and chucks it to the side.

“Can I trust you?” Steve says to Tony.

“Oh yeah, I already got a mated Omega honey, don’t need another.”

That’s all the warning they give Bucky before they start attacking his scent glands on either side of his neck, licking and sucking at them for all their worth.

Bucky yells out so loud his voice nearly gives out.

“Oh fuck, Jesus fucking Christ. Are you…fucking…oh God. You’re gonna make me come again, I…I…oh shit, oh shit, I can’t I…so much oh fuck!” Bucky moans, shaking in between them at the onslaught.

“Yeah, come on,” Tony says in Bucky’s ear. “You’re gonna take it from your Alphas aren’t you, gonna take everything we give you and beg for more?”

“Yeah, Buck, gonna give it to us, gonna be real sweet and come on our dicks? Feels so good baby, the way you get all tight and fluttery and…” Steve goes back to sucking his neck.

Tony grabs Bucky’s ass and pulls his cheeks apart wide.

“Mmm, yeah, get all the way in there Steve, make sure our slut’s nice and full.”

Steve pushes in hard and Bucky squeals as he starts to come again, trapped between the two Alphas, shaking, and squeezing down on them tight. Steve and Tony groan, hands flying all over the Omega, Steve’s hand settles on Bucky’s right nipple, pinching and squeezing, Tony grabs Bucky’s dick, stroking and pinching at the head until the Omega’s nearly sobbing in between them.

“Fuck, fuck, oh my God, oh my God.”

He yells out loud and collapses in a heap again.

“Mmm, you’re such a good boy Bucky, wearing you out aren’t we, love pushing you like this,” Steve mutters in Bucky’s ear as he comes down from his orgasm and Bucky shakes. “You want us to move?”

“Y…yeah…slow. Please.”

Steve starts slow, hands holding Bucky still and firm as he moves.

“Oh my God,” he hisses.

“You, okay?”

“Uh huh yeah, so fucking good, I’m so…fucking sensitive. So stretched.”

“Mhmm,” Tony groans. “And your Alpha feels real good sliding up and down my dick you know honey?”

Bucky whimpers.

“Fuck.”

Steve starts to move faster and groans.

“Oh fuck, that’s good,” Steve stops for a second to catch himself from popping his knot in the Omega like this. “Fuck.”

Tony’s eyes are hazy with lust as he looks between the two of them.

“You two are so fucking hot I swear to God.”

Steve groans, moves faster.

“Yeah, Steve, want you to come inside him, then pull out, then I’m gonna knot him. You good with that?” Tony asks both of them.

“Uh huh,” Bucky groans.

Steve groans, moves faster, chasing his orgasm inside this ridiculous heat.

“Oh fuck Bucky, yeah, you feel so good baby, so good, take it so good don’t you honey, all stretched out for us yeah? You gonna take a good fucking from me before Tony gives you his knot?”

Bucky is moaning incoherently into Tony’s neck, grabbing at his sides, and heaving in breaths.

Steve starts fucking Bucky how he wants it, fast and hard, getting himself close. He trusts them both to tell him if it’s too much.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Bucky’s groaning into Tony’s shoulder.

Tony groans.

“Oh sweetheart, are you sobbing?”

Steve stutters to a halt.

“Don’t, don’t fucking stop, Steve! Fuck!” Bucky yells at him so Steve continues, groaning at the sound of the Omega now sobbing in pleasure into Tony’s neck.

“Fucking hell,” Tony groans. “God baby, it feel that good?”

Bucky nods, gasping for air.

“Uh, fuck, Buck, gonna come, gonna come in your sweet little cunt, yeah? Fuck, fuck…” Steve’s getting close when Bucky yelps.

“Fuck! Steve, Steve, harder!”

Steve groans, giving the Omega what he wants, fucking him hard and trying to fuck him through his orgasm before he spills.

“Yes! Yes!” Bucky screams. Steve’s hips are jerking uncontrollably as he starts to come hard inside in the Omega.

“Oh fuck!” Steve groans as he comes, his vision going a little fuzzy. He loses a couple of seconds and comes back around collapsed on the both of them.

“Oh, God, sorry.” Steve shoves himself up on his hands.

“No problem. That was fucking hot.” Steve pulls out and Bucky yelps, Steve all but falls off the sofa onto his ass on the floor.

“Okay honey,” Tony coos in Bucky’s ear. “Ready for my knot?”

“Oh my God.” Bucky shudders.

Steve wonders if they’ve finally found Bucky’s limit when he says:

 “Y…yeah. Give it to me.”

Tony flips them so Bucky’s face down on the sofa. Steve sits on the floor and catches his breath, happy to forget how filthy the floor might be. Bucky grabs his hand, turns to face him.

Steve groans. Bucky’s face is red and wet, utterly wrecked.

“Oh honey.” Steve strokes his thumb across Bucky’s tear-stained cheek.

Tony pushes back into Bucky, holding his hips and starts to fuck him. Bucky whimpers, holds Steve’s hand tight.

“Jesus, baby, you’re so easy now, so loose, fuck,” Tony mutters.

Bucky must have clenched at Tony’s comment cos Tony suddenly yelps.

Steve laughs.

“Sorry. He’s a little shit.”

“He’s fucking incredible. Yes, oh God…gonna come in this sweet little hole honey, yeah, yeah, you ready?”

“Yes, fuck,” Bucky groans, “Give me your knot, need it, need it.”

Tony must have done so, because Bucky moans out loud, clutching at Steve, and the scent of slick washes over Steve once again.

“Mmm, feel good baby?” Steve asks him.

“So good, so good Steve. Oh fuck, Tony.”

“Oh yeah,” Tony’s eyes roll back as he grinds into Bucky. “Like that don’t you gorgeous, mm, just here?”

Bucky yelps, eyes going hazy and Steve figures Tony must be rolling his knot over Bucky’s prostate.

“Mm, one more honey? What do you think?”

“Jesus,” Bucky mutters and thinks about it. “Yes.”

Tony laughs.

“Okay honey, you got it.”

He grinds his hips slowly, and Bucky’s mouth is suddenly on Steve’s.

“Uh,” Steve goes to pull back.

“Don’t stop, ‘s hot,” Tony says.

Steve glances up at him, he’s flushed, he’s undone his shirt buttons at some point and it’s hanging open, and Steve watches the flush run all the way down to his chest.

Steve accepts Bucky’s sloppy kisses, winds one hand into Bucky’s hair, opens his mouth and lets him lick in, lets him moan into his mouth as he gets closer.

Bucky’s letting out one low steady moan then tenses up, whole body jerking as he starts to come. Tony still moves slow, that slow grind of his knot against the Omega dragging out his orgasm and making him shake.

“Ohhhhh,” Bucky moans, his eyes rolling back.

“Yeah, fuck that’s it, baby. That’s it,” Tony says then yells out as he comes, pushing in deep one last time and making Bucky gasp.

“Uh, fucking hell,” Tony says, blinking his eyes back open, pushing himself up on the couch.

“You okay sweetie?” He touches the back of Bucky’s hair.

“Uh huh.”

Bucky is face down on the sofa.

Steve kisses him on the top of the head.

“He’s fine.”

“And so are you my friend,” Tony winks at Steve, snapping back to his usual swagger with alarming speed as he carefully pulls out of the Omega.

He does his shirt back up as Steve pets Bucky’s hair.

“Can I have that card machine back, I would like to leave a tip,” Tony says politely.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

Steve pushes himself up off the floor and grabs the machine off the bar. He hands it to Tony.

“You just enter the amount.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

He enters the amount.

“Uh, would you like to check that amount?” Steve frowns, thinking Tony might have added an extra zero.

Tony smirks at him, checks, and nods.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

Steve blinks.

“Thank you. You can swipe.”

Tony does. The machine chirps as it goes through, and the receipt prints out. Tony takes it. Straightens out his suit.

“Thank you, gentlemen. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon.”

He walks out and Steve does his best not to collapse back on his ass on the floor. But first, he needs to look after his Omega.

“Baby, you good?” he sprawls over the sofa.

“Uh,” Bucky replies.

Steve nods.

“Yeah, agreed. Let’s go take a shower.”

“How…much?” Bucky gets out.

“How much did he tip us?” Steve asks.

Bucky nods.

“A grand.”

Bucky starts to laugh. Steve frowns as he scoops him up.

“What are you laughing at?”

“I…” Bucky rolls his eyes and huffs at his inability to speak. He takes a few long deep breaths and gets control of himself. “I just got paid a grand to have the best sex of my life. Tell me that’s not fucking hilarious.”

“I…yeah. I mean. It was more than that, that was just the tip. But. Yeah.”

Bucky continues to hysterically giggle to himself as Steve carries him to the shower, when Bucky crashes again, and goes completely limp.

“You okay?”

Bucky nods silently, resting his head back against the wall as Steve washes him.

“Sometimes I think there’s something wrong with me that I like watching you get fucked so much,” Steve muses.

Bucky smiles but doesn’t reply, just sits there with that serene smile on his face, occasionally making happy noises as Steve washes him.

“Let’s get married,” Bucky says out of the blue and Steve nearly drops the conditioner.

“What?”

Bucky laughs again.

“Worth a try.”

Steve shakes his head.

“So now that I’ve fucked you, is this the next thing you’re gonna keep asking me for? My hand in marriage?”

“Maybe,” Bucky laughs.

“You don’t even know me, Buck.”

“I know enough, and I’d like to learn the extra details.”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“Okay. I’m gonna put you in the nest, Pierce wants to talk.”

“No!” Bucky’s eyes fly open, and he grabs Steve’s arm.

“What’s wrong?”

“Stay.”

Right. Bucky’s in heat. He needs to stay with his Alpha. Needs touch.

“Okay, well, why don’t you get dressed and we’ll both go talk to Pierce?”

Bucky thinks about it.

“Yeah. Okay.”

He gets Bucky back in his jeans, t-shirt (Steve doesn’t fail to notice that this is in fact his t-shirt), and oversized hoodie. Steve likes the hoodie. It makes him want to snuggle the Omega and… focus Steve. He comes back to himself sitting on the floor of the locker room with the Omega snuggled up in his lap and he has no idea how it happened.

“Uh. Right. Pierce.”

“Mhm.”

He looks down at Bucky who’s clinging to him like a koala with a death grip. Or, possibly more like a sloth in his current state.

“Bucky, did you mean what you said about not having anyone to help you through your heat?”

“Yeah.” Bucky holds tighter.

“How long do they usually last?”

“Coupla days.”

“Okay. Do you usually go through them on your own?”

“Yeah. Well. I come here.” Bucky shrugs.

Steve doesn’t feel like he has any option here.

“And without anyone to go through them with you? When you get home?”

“Sucks. Hurts.”

“So, are we going back to my place, or back to yours?”

Bucky purrs into his chest.

“Not mine. I share with a couple other Omegas. And Peter would probably faint if I brought you home. Then move out if we started fucking the whole time.”

Steve laughs.

“Okay. Mine it is. I…might take some blankets from the nesting room though. I…am short on nesting materials.”

“And bath products?”

“And bath products. Come on, let’s go talk to Pierce.”

Pierce is waiting for them in his office, with Thor at his side.

Steve sits down and gestures at Pierce helplessly as Bucky sits in his lap.

“So. Adam Turner,” Pierce says.

Bucky winces.

“We’re going to have him taken care of,” Pierce says.

Bucky looks up at Steve questioningly.

“But I need a couple of days,” Pierce continues. “So can you keep an eye on Bucky in the meantime?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve says.

Pierce smiles at him, like he knows this won’t exactly be a struggle, and is exactly what Steve was planning on doing anyway.

Bucky curls up in Steve’s lap like he’s forgotten where he is, nuzzling in Steve’s neck.

“You got quite the tip today,” Pierce says, looking between the two of them.

“Yes, Sir. Mr. Stark is very generous,” Steve says.

Pierce scoffs.

“Mr. Stark is very rich. Okay. You can go. Get your things. Thor will drive you both home. But don’t get slick on the seats and don’t come back with teeth marks in your neck.”

“Yes, sir.”

Steve has to pick Bucky up again and goes to get all their things together. He does go into the nesting room and steals a few blankets and cushions, cos he is woefully unprepared. Bucky points out a desired blanket.

“I’m gonna need to get some food, too,” Steve sighs. “God Buck, you gotta warn me next time.”

Bucky mutters something darkly under his breath about blue ticks that Steve doesn’t understand. Steve stares as he realizes Pierce is letting Thor drive them home in Pierce’s Bentley.

“Holy shit,” Steve says.

Bucky doesn’t seem to register it.

“I wanna burger.”

“What?” Steve asks as he carries the blankets out with the Omega at his side and puts them in the boot.

“I wanna burger. ‘m hungry.” Bucky points at the takeout place next to The Pussy Cat Club.

It’s a cheap looking, greasy take out spot that Steve’s often seen the Alpha’s falling into on their way out of the club. The neon sign above the restaurant is broken, so only the ‘eat’ is lit up out of the ‘Meateor’ sign.

“Oh Jesus. Don’t eat there. I’ll take you some place else,” Thor says wrinkling his nose.

“Why not? I ate there before,” Bucky says, frowning at the front of the shop.

“Uh…” Thor pauses, looking back at Bucky. “I heard it’s got rats in the kitchen. Yeah. We’ll stop at McDonalds instead, yeah?”

Bucky shrugs.

“Sure.”

Steve looks at the takeout place for a second too long and then looks back at Thor. Wait.

Thor smirks. Steve genuinely can’t tell if he’s fucking with him or not.

*

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Steve lets the Omega crawl into his lap on the ride back to Steve’s apartment. Bucky nuzzles into his neck until they get to McDonald’s. Thor is very insistent they are careful not to get any grease on the seats. It’s very much a negotiation with Bucky who seems determined to inhale the burger, fries, and milkshake simultaneously.

Once Bucky’s finished, he nearly passes out in Steve’s arms, leaving Steve to try and eat his own food around Bucky. Thor watches the whole thing in his rear-view mirror laughing at Steve. Steve is daring enough to flip him off and Thor laughs harder.

Steve insists Bucky get into Steve’s flat on his own two legs as Steve has bedding to carry and Bucky mutters darkly the whole way up the stairs. It doesn’t help that Bucky’s heat scent is spiking again, making Steve want to let Bucky make a nest in the God damn stair well.

They don’t. The stair well does not smell good. He negotiates Bucky and the bedding into his apartment and before Steve can ask if he wants anything Bucky is dragging the blankets and cushions into Steve’s bedroom and arranging them on the bed.

“Okay,” Steve says to himself.

This feels a little scary. A little different. Fucking Bucky at the club had been incredible and intense, but here. Here it feels intimate. Like they’re a real couple. They’re in Steve’s apartment and Bucky is literally making himself at home within it.

“Urghh!” Steve’s snapped out of his thoughts by a groan from the Omega, sounding like he’s been punched.

Steve walks quickly into the bedroom and finds Bucky face down and naked on the bed. Steve has his hand on Bucky’s back, waiting to ask what’s wrong, when he realizes Bucky’s naked and is shoving his face into Steve’s pillows, inhaling his scent, and grinding his hips down into Steve’s mattress and groaning.

“Alpha,” he groans, shoving his ass in the air and breaking through the thoughts in Steve’s head.

Steve strokes his hand up Bucky’s back, trying not to let Bucky’s scent overtake him and force him to shove back into the Omega.

“What do you need, baby?”

“What do you think, moron?” Bucky says, shifting his position into presenting.

Steve slaps Bucky’s ass and Bucky moans.

“You’re such a brat. ‘Take me out for a drink, fuck me, cuddle me, marry me, buy me a burger, fuck me again’...do you ever stop whining?”

Bucky shudders.

“Uh, I might if you choked me a bit?”

Steve tries not to choke on his own breath.

“Gonna add that onto your list of bratty demands. Fuck. Look at you, honey.”

Steve groans and runs his hands down Bucky’s back and over his perfect pert ass. It still feels forbidden, even though Steve knows it’s not.

“Haven’t you looked at me enough these past few weeks?” Bucky gripes.

Steve rolls his eyes, spreading Bucky’s cheeks and running his thumbs over Bucky’s slick rim.

“Steve,” Bucky moans. “I need your knot!”

Yeah, Steve’s body is reminding him that he hasn’t had the pleasure of burying his knot in that perfect heat yet. Hasn’t had the pleasure of burying his knot in any heat in a long time.

“Mmm, so beautiful honey. Look at this beautiful hole. How did it get so tight again already honey?” Steve hums thoughtfully and taps on Bucky’s hole with two fingers. “What are we gonna do about that?”

“Steve!” Bucky squeals.

Steve holds him still by his hips. It’s starting to occur to Steve, now that he’s had a bit of time to calm down from the drama of the day, that Bucky has spent the last few weeks tormenting Steve out of his mind trying to get him to fuck him. And well...now he has Pierce’s permission, he can do whatever he likes to him.

Steve smirks.

“Stay there.”

He steps back and strips off his clothes, pleasantly surprised when Bucky does as he’s told and stays exactly there on the bed.

Steve gets back on the bed, his dick already heavy and hard, and kneels between Bucky’s legs. Bucky whines.

“Oh honey, don’t pout, I’m gonna give it to you.” Steve keeps Bucky still with one hand, keeps tapping on his asshole with the other, progressively harder.

“Nugh” Bucky squirms, earning himself a slap on the ass from Steve.

“Steve, Alpha, please,” Bucky whines.

“Were all those cocks you got today not enough for you?”

“No!” Bucky says petulantly and Steve kind of loves his complete lack of shame. “You didn’t knot me!”

Steve laughs and slides two fingers inside Bucky easily.

“Ah!”

“Mmm, poor baby. You got fucked by two Alpha dicks together and it still not enough? Tony knotted you, unless you’ve forgotten.”

Bucky groans.

“No, please, please Steve. I need your knot. Need it inside me. Please Alpha.”

Steve traces the tip of his dick around Bucky’s hole.

“This?”

Bucky whines loud and tries to push back. Fails, miserably, against Steve’s strong grip.

“Please,” Bucky sobs. “I need it, then your knot.”

Steve takes pity on Bucky, and his own hard dick, and pushes it in.

He groans and Bucky sags forward in relief, even when he’s just given him a few inches.

“That’s it honey. You just settle down.”

“Oh Steve,” Bucky sighs sweetly and Steve holds back a laugh. He sounds so innocent, like a swooning virgin and not like the whore he is.

“Uh,” Steve grunts as he pushes all the way in, his eyes rolling back for a second. “I swear, I was gonna tease you or punish you or something and make you wait for it, but I just can’t remember why now...”

Bucky groans.

Steve can’t stop thinking about how mind blowing it’s gonna be to get his knot in there.

“No, please, please I’m sorry, please just fuck me hard Steve, give it to me.”

Steve laughs, managing to keep a tiny bit of control over himself as he runs his hands over Bucky’s body. Ugh. He’s wanted. For so long.

“What are you apologizing for?”

“Dunno,” Bucky says, his voice almost slurring already. “Just sounded like you wanted me to.”

Steve laughs. Starts snapping his hips back and up against Bucky’s ass hard and Bucky gasps.

“Oh fuck yes! Just like that, just like that.”

“Uh huh, know just how you like it honey,” Steve says, leaning down over Bucky to kiss his neck. “God knows I’ve watched you long enough to know what makes you squeal.” He pointedly grabs Bucky’s hair tight and runs his teeth down Bucky’s neck and over his gland and Bucky squeals.

“Yeah, honey, I know. I know.” He keeps one hand on Bucky’s hip and the other in his hair and fucks him hard and fast, revelling in having Bucky’s delicate body beneath his own to do whatever the hell he wants to. Bucky would let him do whatever he wanted right then, he’s sure, as long as he kept fucking him.

“Sweet boy. Sweetest pussy in the entire world. You know that?”

Bucky’s beyond replying, moaning and making incomprehensible sounds beneath Steve as he holds him still and fucks him hard.

“Look at you. Drooling all over my pillow, drooling all over my dick, my sheets. Crying all over them too. You’re a real messy slut, aren’t you?”

He has no idea if it’s his words, or it’s a coincidence combined with the number of times he’s assaulted Bucky’s prostate, but Bucky groans and arches up, coming untouched on the sheets and squeezing hard on Steve’s dick.

“Oh! Oh fuck! Steve! Steve!”

Steve groans, feels his knot swelling in response. He pulls out before it can lock, much to Bucky’s protests.

“No! No! Need your knot, Steve!” Bucky whines pained and desperate.

Steve flips Bucky on his back, yanks up his legs and pushes back in.

“Fuck!” Bucky yells.

Yeah, this was the best idea. Cos now he can see Bucky’s gray eyes going wide as Steve pushes in his knot. Bucky’s pretty lips hanging open. That perfect flushed skin.

“Oh shit, shit that feels so good,” Steve groans, moving his knot inside the Omega.

Bucky moans loudly, squeezing and arching his body up to Steve.

“You’re the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Steve says, resting his forehead against Bucky’s. “You know that?”

Bucky blinks up at him dumbly like he hasn’t heard a word Steve’s said and Steve thinks that’s probably for the best. He pulls Bucky’s thighs wider apart, getting the knot in deeper.

Uh fuck. It’s so good. If he’d have known it was gonna be this good, he’d have probably given in and fucked Bucky on that first night.

“Oh God, yes, Steve, please, yes! Just...just...”

“Shh, baby, I got you.”

Bucky sobs again at that, only this time Steve has the pleasure of leaning down and licking the tear off his cheek with his tongue.

“There we go,” he says in Bucky’s ear. “All full up, better, sweetie?”

“Steve, Steve,” Bucky sobs, his body trembling under Steve’s.

Steve groans, staring at the beautiful Omega losing his shit underneath him. Steve kisses him and Bucky whimpers, way too fucked to kiss back, but he opens his lips and Steve licks into Bucky ‘s mouth, grinding his knot into him and pulling on his hair.

“Uh! Oh! Please!”

“You got my knot, honey, what more could you be begging for?”

“Come, come, come inside me. Please. Fill me up.”

“Oh, you come hungry too, huh?” Steve teases but knows he won’t be able to hold off much longer. Bucky’s hot wet heat around his dick and his knot, Bucky’s beautiful face, the way those perfect full lips part...

“Yes, please, Steve! I need it.”

“Oh honey I know. I know. Gonna give it to you, I promise.”

He keeps rutting his knot into that sweet heat, tries to drag it out, kissing and nipping at Bucky’s neck and making the Omega squeal but it’s no use. He’s so close.

“Mmm, I’m gonna come inside you honey, you ready?”

“Yes, Steve, Steve, please!” Bucky squeals as Steve’s thrusts become pounding, erratic, and maybe too hard but Bucky just yells for more, shaking underneath him as Steve jerks Bucky’s cock, wanting him to come with him.

“Oh! Oh God, Steve! Steve! Gonna come. Gonna...”

It’s almost simultaneous, but not quite, and Steve’s glad, because that means he gets to watch Bucky orgasm and give that perfect expression his full attention before he nearly whites out, groaning in Bucky’s ear, gripping his hip and hair tight as he comes inside the Omega. Harder than he thinks he ever has.

“Uh, fuck yes,” Bucky groans as he watches Steve come. “Oh fuck Steve.”

Steve flops down on top of Bucky, only just managing to land most of it on his arms so he doesn’t crush Bucky.

“Uhmm,” Steve sighs into the pillows.

“Fuck,” Bucky sighs back.

Steve doesn’t know how long they lie there, panting, their chests pushed together, heart beats hammering in their chests. The come on his stomach is cold by the time one of them finally says something.

“Steve,” Bucky says.

“Mm?” Steve grunts in his ear.

“I love you.”

Steve snorts a laugh.

“Shut up.”

Bucky hits him weakly on his arm.

“Fuck you,” Bucky grumbles.

“Uh huh.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“You’re a tease.”

“No, idiot. It’s only a tease if I’m not gonna let you fuck me. I would have let you fuck me from the start.”

“It’s teasing when you know you’re forbidden fruit, darling.”

Bucky huffs.

“What fruit am I?”

“What?”

“Do you think I’d be a plum? Or a peach? Or a watermelon?”

It’s only then that Steve pushes himself up on one arm and looks down at Bucky properly.

“Are you okay, baby?”

Bucky laughs.

“You care about me,” Bucky says with a triumphant grin.

Steve rolls his eyes and pulls out.

“We need to wash.”

“Eurgh.”

“Exactly, you’re disgusting, come on, pretty thing.”

Steve gets up and scoops Bucky up in a motion that’s been practiced to perfection.

“You just like washing me.”

“That’s cos it makes you less disgusting.”

Bucky grins up at him, his long sweaty hair sticking to his face.

“It’s cos you care about me.”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“Of course I care about you, you little shit,” Steve sighs and lays Bucky in the bath.

“You went proper nuts about that Alpha that spiked my drink.”

Steve notices Bucky’s slurring a bit. Heat drunk, or maybe still out of it from sex.

“Course I did, Buck. Hang on, let me get you some water.”

Bucky grumbles but lets Steve go. Steve comes back quickly, watches Bucky drink it, then leans over the bath to hold Bucky close, suddenly worried that Bucky’s not just being an asshole and is actually feeling vulnerable.

“You even went to Pierce about him.” Bucky grins and Steve narrows his eyes. Trying and failing to get a read on Bucky’s mood/state of mind.

Steve’s also being reminded at the worst time that he may have essentially ordered a man to be killed. Ice runs down his spine for a split second before he looks into Bucky’s eyes that are vulnerable again.

“Pierce said he’d take care of it...will he really? Or is that guy still gonna be...” Bucky trails off and looks down into the water.

Any misgivings Steve has vanishes in an instant, replaced with a little disappointment that he’s not going to be the one to do it. Steve holds Bucky close.

“I have a feeling the only thing that guy’s gonna be giving anyone soon is a tummy ache.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it honey. Pierce was serious. He’s getting rid of him.”

“He’s gonna kill him?” Bucky’s eyes go wide.

“Yeah, the guy was gonna hurt you baby. Pierce asked me what I wanted to do with him.”

Steve start to soap up Bucky’s hair and Bucky groans but then refocuses on Steve.

“What did you say?”

“I told him to put him in the meat grinder.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“That’s not real Steve. I’m not even sure Pierce is that much of a gangster. I really don’t know if he’d have someone killed. But…a warning would be fine, I guess? It’s not like the police are gonna do anything.”

“Well...I don’t think he’s gonna bother you again anyhow, Buck.”

Bucky nods.

“Mmm, good.”

Steve washes Bucky all over and Bucky sighs happily. His heat scent is so fucking intoxicating, so sweet, even when he’s literally just washed, that Steve can’t help himself. He slides his fingers back inside Bucky under the water.

“Oh Steve, yesss,” Bucky sighs, his eyes rolling back and head resting on the edge of the bath. “Yes Steve; you’re so good to me, God, I love you. Can you look after me for all my heats? I’ll cook you pancakes?”

Steve laughs, not expecting that at all.

“What?”

“Pancakes, you have had pancakes before haven’t you Steve? I’m good at making - Oh! God! Yessss,” Bucky hisses as Steve fucks him faster with his fingers.

Steve smiles. God. He could never get bored of getting this Omega off. The novelty of watching Bucky moan and orgasm really should have worn off by now, and yet...

He heaves Bucky out of the bath and makes him stand up on the floor, pushes Bucky’s hands down to hold onto the far side of the bath to steady him then yanks up Bucky’s right leg and puts it on the edge of the bath.

Bucky yelps.

“Uh, what I...?”

“How’s your balance, honey?” Steve purrs in his ear before pushing his dick inside him without warning.

“Oh fuck! Steve!” Bucky scrabbles at the rim of the bath with his hands. “You hard again already? You in rut or something?”

Steve laughs and bites down on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Honey, you’d know if I was in rut. I’d have never let you off my dick.”

He thrusts up deep inside Bucky and Bucky moans loud.

“Ohhh yeah. God!”

“This is just a little side effect of those ‘vitamins’ they gave me.”

“Can I... write them...a ...personal letter of thanks?” Bucky gasps.

Steve slaps him on the ass.

“Whore.”

“Yeah...literally...oh fuck!” Bucky yells as Steve fucks up into him in a punishing rhythm. Most sexual partners he’s had after the serum couldn’t take him like this but Bucky…Bucky just moans like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt.

Bucky’s shivering a little, and Steve stops, quickly towels him off, then carries on fucking him. God it’s sweet. So sweet. He runs his hands all over Bucky’s body, follows them with his mouth, his teeth.

“Oh God! Oh shit, yes Steve I…Steve, I love you, oh! Oh!”

Steve holds Bucky tight through his orgasm.

“Uh,” Bucky sighs.

Steve pulls him back from the bath.

“On your knees, honey.”

Bucky drops so fast Steve has to try not to laugh. He needs no prompting at all to swallow down Steve’s dick and Steve groans, grabbing onto the side of the bath with one hand and the back of Bucky’s hair with the other.

Bucky moans around his dick, sucking him off with skill Steve always forgets somehow until he gets his mouth on him again. Steve grabs the back of Bucky’s hair tight and starts fucking his mouth. He feels bad about it for the first few seconds, his previous assumptions that no Omega could possibly like this prevailing, despite Bucky frequently displaying evidence to the contrary, until Bucky groans louder and grabs onto Steve’s thighs tightly. Then he just enjoys the ridiculous tight heat of Bucky’s throat and shudders at those little gulping noises he makes, the occasional gag that Steve ignores.

He pulls back and Bucky gasps for air, looking up at Steve like he’s a god.

Steve runs his thumb over Bucky’s bottom lip.

“So fucking pretty, baby.”

“I love your dick, Steve,” Bucky says and Steve laughs, then moans as Bucky dives right back down on it.

“Oh fuck, Bucky. So good. Gonna come in your mouth sweetheart, yeah?”

Bucky moans in response and Steve lets himself go, letting the pleasure wash over him as he comes down Bucky’s throat.

“Mmm, honey, fuck. So good, sweetheart.”

Bucky gulps it and grins at Steve when he pulls back.

“I love you, Steve.”

Steve closes his eyes.

“Stop saying that, Buck. Come on, think you need some sleep.”

Bucky nods enthusiastically and lets Steve pick him up and carry him to bed. Steve lays a towel on the pillow and brushes through Bucky’s hair. Bucky sighs happily and Steve tries to stop the warm swooping feeling in his stomach. He fails.

Steve goes to lie down but Bucky stops him.

“Hang on I...”

Steve gulps as he watches Bucky arrange the pillows and blankets to his liking, that warm swooping feeling intensifying.

“There. Okay. You lie down first…no like...”

Steve laughs as Bucky arranges Steve like he has the pillows. He puts Steve on his side, then slides himself in between Steve’s arms, Bucky’s back to Steve’s chest.

Steve sighs happily but Bucky squirms and huffs.

“What’s wrong, honey? Can’t get comfy?”

He does know enough about Omegas to know that comfort is everything during their heats. Well, sex is everything, comfort is probably second.

“I um...oh wait.” Bucky scrambles out of the nest, leaves the room and then comes back in and slides back into Steve’s arms.

He sighs contentedly and Steve can’t work out what’s changed until he feels the cool brush of metal against his hip and realizes Bucky’s put in a plug.

Ugh. That’s hot.

“That better honey?” Steve coos in his ear.

“Uh huh. Didn’t think you’d actually let me sleep with your dick inside me.”

“You’ll just start fucking yourself on it and wake yourself up.”

“Probably...Steve?” Bucky says quietly.

“Yeah honey?” Steve nuzzles his head into Bucky’s neck.

“I am really sorry about the other night. Thanks for bringing me here for my heat and spending it with me.”

Steve’s heart flips.

“It’s really no hardship, baby. And don’t apologize. It was my fault. I do trust you, you know. It’s just...difficult for me.”

Bucky hums.

“We’ll keep practicing then.”

Steve huffs a laugh, not expecting that. He’s never expecting half of what Bucky says, he thinks that’s part of his charm.

“Yeah, we will. Get some sleep sweetheart. You need your rest.”

“Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.” Steve kisses him on the shoulder.

It’s doesn’t take long for Bucky to fall asleep, and Steve holds him tight. He realizes as he holds him that there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do to protect this Omega.

Shit.

*

Steve doesn’t need to sleep a great deal these days and wakes up a few hours later. Bucky’s still out cold and he thinks he’ll take advantage and go and take a break from the intoxicating scent of the nest. He rolls his eyes fondly when Bucky whines as he tries to move away.

“No, Steve...stay...”

“I’ll be two seconds honey I promise.”

Bucky grumbles but releases the death grip on his forearm.

Steve dashes out to the living room to grab his battered old iPad and brings it back to the nest. He was gone seconds, and yet Bucky is half awake and confused by the time he gets back.

“Go back to sleep,” Steve says.

He gets back into bed, sits up against the headboard and can’t help a smile as Bucky face plants into Steve’s thighs and passes out again.

Steve absentmindedly strokes through the Omega’s hair with one hand and unlocks his iPad with the other. His fingers catch on a crack that runs through the middle of the screen and thinks maybe that generous tip they earned from Mr. Stark could buy him a new iPad.

He pauses before opening the book he’s reading and hovers his finger over the browser icon instead.

He clicks it and goes on a little spending spree cos fuck, after yesterday he can definitely afford it now. He buys a new iPad, luxury Egyptian cotton towels, soft blankets, and fancy bath shit that he thinks Bucky will like. He accidentally stumbles on an Omega sex toy website and gets hard again looking at vibrators for Bucky. They do next day delivery, and Steve fills his cart up with things he knows his Omega will love. Wait. Not his Omega. Bucky. Shit.

He closes that page down and hovers over the search bar. He knows he shouldn’t look into this. And yet.

Search: Meateor New York.

There’s no website but Steve didn’t think there would be. There is a maps location and a Facebook page. He searches for the record of the business being registered.

He doesn’t know why he’s doing it. Satisfying his own stupid curiosity, but he gasps and involuntarily grabs the sleeping Omega’s hair when he sees who the business is registered to.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

Bucky makes an unimpressed noise and Steve relaxes his hand, petting Bucky’s head again as he stares at the screen and wonders what the fuck is going on. 

Dr. Lecter is impeccable. Wears immaculate suits, is clearly educated. What use would he have for a greasy takeout place that looks like it had seen better days?

“Mrm,” Bucky nuzzles his head into Steve’s thigh. “Screens bright, Steve, turn it off. Cuddle me. Sleep.”

Steve rolls his eyes but puts the iPad down on the side, slides down and pulls Bucky to lie on his chest. The happy noise the Omega makes almost makes Steve forget what he was looking at in the first place.

Almost.

“Buck?”

“Mm?” the Omega asks sleepily.

God he’s so cute. Smells so damn good. God, he wants to bond him. The cutest Omega he’s ever met. The content noises he makes as he snuggles up against Steve makes him feel like his heart’s gonna explode. That little purr.

“You know Dr. Lecter; did you ever see him around before he became a client?”

Bucky laughs into Steve’s neck, licking a lazy stripe over Steve’s gland. Steve’s dick gets hard again.

“You mean before he fucked us both? Yeah. Pierce does business with him, I think. I see him in his office sometimes.”

“Oh.”

“Steve it’s 3 am.” Bucky yawns. “Go back to sleep. I need you to have the energy to fuck me in the morning.”

Steve laughs.

“Honey, I will, don’t you worry.”

Bucky shifts and realizes Steve’s hard. His eyes snap open and he grins at Steve. Steve realizes that in the morning has suddenly turned into right now.

“What’s got you so hard?” Bucky asks.

“Uh I dunno, maybe the gorgeous Omega in my bed? You have any idea how good you smell Buck?”

Bucky preens under the praise that Steve’s now willing to give him, now that he’s no longer holding back. Steve grins right back at Bucky, relishing being able to fuck the Omega now, whenever he wants, that gorgeous wet heat that was previously forbidden.

Bucky moves over him, sliding easily down on Steve’s cock.

Steve gasps, not expecting it. Bucky’s never expressed any desire to get on top before. He’s so fucking wet, so stretched from Steve fucking him so much already that Steve’s dick goes in easy, but Bucky still groans out loud.

“Uhh Steve. Love your dick.”

Bucky rides him, lazy and indulgent. Steve imagines he’s still enjoying the novelty of not being tied down and being able to take it however he wants it.

It’s blissful, perfect, and soothing, sating something deep inside Steve that he didn’t realize was screaming out for relief.

“Ohhh, Steve, so good,” Bucky sighs above him.

“Mmm, you feel amazing baby, so amazing.”

Bucky grins. Then he starts kissing him long and slow and it’s so lovely. So nice. Sexy, yeah, but nice too, comforting and warm and, oh shit. The swooping feeling is back in Steve’s chest.

Steve’s wondering how long it’s gonna be before he admits to himself how he feels about Bucky. Maybe another day.

Bucky moans louder into his mouth and Steve starts wanting more than Bucky’s easy rhythm. He hooks Bucky’s feet under his thighs and starts fucking up into him hard and fast, grabbing Bucky’s ass and holding him tight.

“Steveee.”

Steve grins and goes for Bucky’s neck, kissing and sucking and letting himself fall into the pleasure of Bucky’s wet heat, his gorgeous scent, his completely pliant body and sweet moans.

“Ah! Ah!” Bucky moans, clenching around his dick and Steve groans, feeling his knot blow and  pulls Bucky down on it hard. “Fuck! Yes!”

Steve grabs the back of Bucky’s head and pulls him in closer into his neck, groaning into Bucky’s neck as he comes inside him and Bucky moans in his ear as he comes around his dick.

“Uh, fuck,” Steve sighs once his brain comes back online.

Bucky sighs happily and flops down on top of him. By the time he’s reached over to grab the tissues  to clean them both up, Bucky’s already asleep.

Steve laughs quietly and cleans him up, trying not to admit how soothing, how sweet, Bucky’s heavy breathing is in his ear.

God. Bucky’s just a kid. He tries to tell himself that this is a bad idea. He’s becoming less and less convincing.

He decides to stop thinking about it for now and just enjoy it, it isn’t like he’s about to mate him or something and be with him for life. Maybe he can just ignore it for now.

*

He startles awake on Tuesday morning at a loud banging noise and immediately moves his body in front of Bucky’s. Protect Omega. Thankfully he wakes up quickly enough to realizes it’s someone at the door before the person loses interest and leaves. Bucky makes some incomprehensible sleepy noises at him as Steve puts him back on the bed, pulls on his dressing gown and goes to answer the door.

He blinks at the amount of parcels the man is holding.

“Delivery for Steve Rogers?”

“Oh…yeah. Thanks.” Steve takes the things from the impatient looking delivery man and closes the door.

He looks at the sheer number of things he ordered last night and blinks. Bucky stumbles into the living room, bare foot, hair sticking up everywhere, and in one of Steve’s shirts that almost comes to his knees. He looks so adorable Steve doesn’t even try to fight the rush of affection this time.

“Coffee?” Bucky asks before stumbling into the bathroom.

Steve smiles and goes to put on the coffee machine that the last people in the apartment had left.

Bucky comes back into the kitchen, only looking slightly more awake, and looks around at all the parcels.

“When did you go shopping?”

Steve almost forgets to answer, he’s trying so hard not to think about how good Bucky looks like that, smelling like that, in his apartment. He wants him to stay here forever.

No. Steve. Slow down.

“Steve?” Bucky asks, looking amused.

“Last night,” Steve says eventually. “Sorry. Think I also need coffee.”

Bucky pads across the floor around the packages towards him and Steve wraps his arms around him.

Bucky sighs happily.

Yeah. Steve’s fucked.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good uh…really good. I…never spent my whole heat with an Alpha before its…a lot nicer.”

“Good,” Steve says and holds Bucky close.

“What did you buy?” Bucky asks.

“I uh…can’t actually remember what all of it is,” Steve admits and Bucky laughs. “Why don’t you find out whilst I make the coffee?”

“Sure.”

Bucky makes his way through the parcels.

“Oh, Steve…” Bucky says when he discovers the pillows, the blankets, the candles, the bath salts, the towels.

Steve watches him and blushes hard. If he didn’t want Bucky to think they were getting serious this might have been the wrong move.

“Well, I…uh…” he rubs the back of his neck and looks down at his feet. “I just wanted you to be comfortable. And…I hate the scratchy towels I’ve got now.”

“Thank you.” Bucky flings his arms around him and Steve holds him tight and kisses him on the head.

“I dunno if it’s your heat or what but I have an uncontrollable urge to look after you and spoil you,” Steve admits, because, if they are trying this trust thing that Bucky was talking about, maybe he doesn’t have to keep this to himself.

Bucky grins up at him.

“Just don’t get carried away…I like being spoiled. I’m not one of those people that’s gonna tell you to stop.”

Steve laughs at Bucky’s honesty.

“Noted. Thanks. Besides, I’m pretty sure there’s something for me in there somewhere.”

Steve pours out the coffee and Bucky goes back to unwrapping.

“Ah, here is it. Unless you bought me an iPad?” Bucky asks him with a smirk.

“No, sorry Buck, that one’s for me.”

Bucky grins and puts the iPad box on the side then moves onto the final box.

“What’s in here?”

“Why don’t you find out?” Steve leans back against the counter with his coffee and watches as Bucky opens the box, wanting to see his reaction.

“Oh!” Bucky looks up at Steve. “This looks fun.”

Steve gestures for him to continue and watches Bucky get increasingly flustered as he goes through the box.

“Oh Steve…fuck.”

Bucky runs his fingers over the buttery soft black leather of the handcuffs and collar. Steve scents Bucky getting slick as he picks up the nipple clamps and Bucky grins as he opens the vibrator.

“Oh! I’ve always wanted one of these!”

Steve laughs. Of course, Bucky would be familiar with high end Omega sex toys.

“Well, you’re welcome.”

He goes to open it, and Steve clicks his tongue.

“Oh, no, we’re not playing with those yet honey.”

Bucky shivers at the tone in his voice and Steve smirks.

“No? Why not?” Bucky looks up at him with big eyes.

“Because I made coffee, and you said you were gonna make me pancakes.”

Bucky groans.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’m hungry.” Steve grins. “And anyway, you need to keep your calorie intake up during your heat.”

Bucky grumbles but reluctantly puts the sex toys back in the box. He picks up one of the blankets Steve’s brought and smells it. He carries it over to Steve and starts rubbing it all over him.

“What are you – ,“ Steve starts before he realizes Bucky’s getting Steve’s scent all over the blanket and gulps.

Apparently satisfied, Bucky then wraps it around his shoulders and goes over to Steve’s fridge to see what he’s working with.

“Go sit down. I can’t stand other people in the kitchen whilst I cook,” Bucky says, shooing him away.

“Yes, sir,” Steve smirks at him, grabs his iPad box, and takes it over to the sofa.

The pancakes are incredible. Steve sits across from Bucky at his tiny table and wolfs them down.

“These are amazing,” Steve says.

“Yeah, told you.” Bucky grins, licking syrup from his bottom lip and making Steve’s dick perk up.

It doesn’t take much when Bucky’s heat scent is getting stronger again, and Bucky’s sitting there engulfed in Steve’s huge shirt and a blanket smelling of him. Steve is ready to admit he’s a basic creature, and any Alpha would be getting hard presented with that.

Bucky finishes his pancakes, drinks the rest of his coffee and the large glass of water Steve had told him to, and sits back in his seat. He relaxes with an easy smile and Steve realizes Bucky’s just patiently waiting for him to finish eating so he’ll fuck him.

He smirks at Bucky and eats a little slower. Bucky kicks him under the table and Steve laughs, nearly spitting out his mouthful of pancakes.

“Dickhead,” Bucky mutters.

Steve laughs.

“Alright, baby boy. Why don’t you go sort out our nest and I’ll bring in your new toys.”

“I want you to fuck me in here. Over the table.”

Steve blinks.

“Why?”

Bucky grins at him.

“Because then you’ll have fucked me in nearly every room of your apartment, and when I leave, I want you to think about fucking me, whichever room your in.”

Steve blinks.

“Of course you do.”

“Also, it sounds fun.”

Steve laughs.

“Okay, angel, you’d better clear the table then, and I’ll get everything ready for you.”

Bucky’s eyes light up and he quickly collects all the plates and cutlery and takes them into the kitchen.

Steve takes off his dressing gown and hangs it off the side of the chair. He takes the toys out from their packets and lays them carefully out on the table.

He feels a little like that time they were hired by Hannibal Lecter except this time...this time Bucky is all his. And he’s in heat.

Bucky comes back in and raises his eyebrows at Steve, awaiting instructions. Steve groans.

“Take off the shirt. Fold it up and put it on the side.”

Bucky grins and does as he’s told then comes back to stand in front of Steve. Steve walks behind him slowly and Bucky gasps in a breath. Steve smirks. He walks in close behind him and leans forward to lick his neck.

“Hmm, you taste real desperate, honey.”

Bucky shivers.

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Bet you’d let me do anything to you like this, wouldn’t you, you poor desperate little thing.”

Bucky groans and lets his head drop back against Steve’s chest.

Steve runs his hands across Bucky’s chest and down Bucky’s sides slowly and Bucky whimpers.

“Please, Steve.”

“Mmm.” Steve reaches for the nipple clamps and clips them on.

Bucky squeaks.

Steve smiles, runs his thumbs from the top of Bucky’s hip bones down slowly towards his crotch.

Bucky shivers.

Steve abruptly shoves Bucky forward towards the table and pushes him down over it.

“Fuck! Fuck yes,” Bucky groans.

He goes to grab at the edge of the table but Steve grabs his wrists, pulling them back behind him and putting on the leather cuffs.

“Fuck,” Bucky gasps.

“This okay?” Steve asks in a simpering voice, even though he can see the Omega’s slick, see his hard dick and smell his near intoxicating aroused scent.

“Yes! Please!”

“Hmm,” Steve says.

He kicks Bucky’s legs apart and Bucky quickly spreads them. Steve steps in close, his hips up against Bucky’s ass, letting him feel Steve’s heavy hard dick against his thigh.

“Fuck,” Bucky moans, but he’s too well behaved to try and wiggle himself back.

Steve leans forward, puts two flat hands on Bucky’s shoulders then slowly runs them down his back, over his tied wrists, then down to his perfect ass cheeks. He slides his thumbs down the crease of Bucky’s cheeks and Bucky moans.

“Mmm, you want this real bad huh?” He traces his thumb over Bucky’s wet, twitching hole that’s still plugged up from last night.

“Yes, Steve. Fuck, please. Please!”

“Well, you’ve been stretched with this all night,” Steve says, pulling out the plug. Bucky shrieks and slick spills over his thighs.

“Bet I could just push my dick in huh, don’t need to finger your open do I? You like a little stretch anyway don’t you?”

Steve strokes his dick and runs the head of it over Bucky’s asshole.

“Yes! Fuck, Steve, yes, just put it in!”

Steve chuckles.

“My little slut, you are. Okay honey.”

He pushes, and despite what he said, there is a bit of resistance, the plug wasn’t that big, and Steve’s thick.

“Harder, keep, push, just,” Bucky stutters and Steve hums.

“Yeah? You sure? Don’t wanna hurt you honey if it’s not gonna fit,” he smirks at the groan Bucky lets out.

“Steve!”

Steve chuckles, pulls Bucky’s cheeks open a little wider and really pushes.

“Fuck! Yes! Steve!” Bucky yells as the head of Steve’s dick pushes inside him.

“Mm, fuck baby, feels real good.” He keeps pushing, leaning over Bucky and tugging at the chain that came attached to the clamps.

“Oh! Fuck!” Bucky yelps.

Steve chuckles.

“Mmm, you’re fun sweetheart. Love playing with you all by myself.”

Bucky whimpers.

“Fuck, Steve. You can have me like this whenever you want. Just take me and do whatever you want, I – “

Steve groans at the thought and he bottoms out.

“Mmm, yeah? You’d be my little plaything? Ready whenever I wanted?”

Bucky moans and nods his head.

“Good.” Steve fucks him hard and fast, holding him still against the table as he tries to writhe.

Bucky’s moaning and crying out within minutes and Steve hums approvingly into his ear.

“Yeah, ready for your first one honey?”

Bucky groans and shudders underneath Steve.

“Yes, yes Alpha.”

Steve grazes his teeth over Bucky’s gland and keeps tugging on the clamp chain with sharp short pulls and Bucky falls apart in his arms almost immediately.

“Steeeeve, oh fuck, fuck, harder, fuck I…ah!”

Steve smiles, stroking his hand down Bucky’s side. Bucky shivers.

“Good boy. Might have a play with this toy now huh?”

“But I…”

“Want my knot, yeah, I know. You’ll get it, honey, promise it’ll feel good.”

He pulls out of Bucky’s heat reluctantly but knows the noises the Omega’s about to make will be worth it. He steps back for a second and tilts his head at Bucky, still sprawled obediently over the table.

“Hmm.”

Steve picks Bucky up carries him bridal style into the living room, grabbing the vibrator at the same time. Bucky blinks up at him and smiles, not protesting in the slightest. Steve sits Bucky on the floor and unhooks the cuffs, brings Bucky’s hands up over his head and rehooks the cuffs around the leg of the couch. It’s not the sturdiest, but Bucky’s only little, and he’s sure he won’t try and get out of it anyway.

The way Bucky just lets him position him without any protesting, just looks up at him trustingly, curiously, makes his heart flip and his dick throb all the same time. It sinks in even more when Bucky says that he trusts Steve implicitly, he has to, for their working relationship to work.

“Now it’s every room of my apartment now, huh?” Steve grins at him and Bucky laughs, despite his obvious arousal.

He pulls Bucky’s legs up over his shoulders and moves the vibrator in between Bucky’s legs.

“You comfy?” he teases.

“Completely, ah!” Bucky gasps as Steve slides the toy inside.

Steve carefully moves it inside, trying to position it just right.

“Oh! Yeah there.”

Steve nods, kissing down Bucky’s neck, fucking him slowly with the vibrator and enjoying Bucky’s soft whimpers in his ear.

He turns it on without warning and Bucky yells out, his back arching up and his head smacking against the floor.

“Hey, easy honey,” Steve tuts softly, like Bucky’s not spasming underneath him like he’s being electrocuted.

“Fuck! Oh my…fuck. Oh. St…St…Steve…”

“Mmm,” Steve nods, “that nice?”

“Uhhh,” Bucky groans, his eyes rolling back; his hands wrapping around the leg of the couch.

“Good.” Steve smiles, rocking the toy inside him and peppering kisses over Bucky’s face.

Bucky relaxes a little as he gets used to the sensation and he lifts his head up to kiss Steve. Steve happily indulges him, kissing him slow and filthy as he fucks the toy inside him, revelling in the way Bucky moans into his mouth, stops to take little gasps of air, or when Steve pushes it particularly hard into his prostate.

“Oh God, Steve, Steve I’m gonna…”

“Mmm, good honey, you come for me.”

Bucky sobs a moan against Steve’s lips as he comes, his eyes widening and eyelashes fluttering, and Steve groans.

“God, you’re so beautiful honey.”

Bucky’s lips twitch up and Steve kisses him again.

“Okay, you want my dick again sweetheart?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky nods.

Steve lines himself up and Bucky’s eyes widen as he realizes Steve isn’t going to pull out the toy first.

“Steve,” he gasps.

“No? You want me to take it out?”

Bucky takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

“Well, you tell me if you change your mind,” Steve mutters in his ear. “Got it?”

“Yes Steve,” Bucky says. “Maybe…fingers…first?”

“You got it.”

Steve slides a finger alongside the vibrator and Bucky gasps.

“Oh…God yeah.”

“Mmm, good job, baby,” Steve coos in his ear and Bucky shudders.

He lets Bucky adjust, kissing him slow and lazy, a contrast to Bucky’s overwhelmed moans and whimpers. He slides in another.

“Oh shit!” he gasps.

“Alright?”

“Um…yeah. Yeah. Fuck. God. That’s good.”

“Mm, good baby.” He idly plays with the clamps around Bucky’s nipples and Bucky yelps.

“Fuck!”

“Ready for me to stuff you full, baby boy?”

Bucky lets out a broken sob.

“Yeah, yes fuck! Please. Fill me.”

Steve takes out his fingers, pushes Bucky’s legs right up by his ears, and experimentally pushes the head of his dick up against the vibrator. He gasps, not realizing how good it was gonna feel against his dick.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Steve says, shaking his head. “Just…feels good.”

Bucky groans.

“Fuck. That’s hot. Come on.”

“Yeah? You ready?”

“Yes! Fuck, Steve, put it in!”

Steve goes slow, pushing gently and spreading Bucky’s legs wider.

Bucky whimpers.

“Okay?”

“Yeah just, I’m fine just push!”

Steve pushes, pulling Bucky’s cheeks apart and Bucky yelps as the head of Steve’s dick pushes in. Steve groans as Bucky clenches tight around his dick, along with the vibrations against his cock it’s enough to make him doubt his stamina. He takes a deep breath, keeps pushing, keeping a close eye on Bucky’s facial expressions to ensure he’s not hurting him. So far though Bucky is just staring up at Steve with big eyes, flushed cheeks, and his lips parted.

“Fuck, baby, you okay?”

“Uhh huh,” Bucky manages and Steve grins, pushing an inch at a time, his breath stuttering as he tries to hold it together.

Bucky’s watching his face just as intently as Steve’s watching Bucky’s and Bucky grins at Steve for a second before Steve pushes in the rest of the way and he groans.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah,” Steve says breathlessly, trying to keep the persona, trying not to act like he’s seconds away from losing all control with the delicious vibrations running through him and the insane warmth of Bucky’s ass. “That good? You nice and full honey?”

Bucky moans and nods.

“So…big. But…” he takes a deep breath, trying to talk. “You can, you can move.”

“You sure?” Steve’s fairly sure if he moves an inch, he’s gonna come.

“Yeah, please!”

Steve nods, moving cautiously back and forth.

“Ah! Ah fuck!” he gasps. “Steve, fuck, more, harder.”

“You sure honey I – “

“Please!”

Steve groans but does as Bucky wants, moving faster, harder, trying not to lose it in seconds. Bucky groans, yanks on his cuffs, and Steve grabs a handful of that beautiful long dark hair and tugs.

“Fuck! Ah!” he starts to yell and Steve wonders just how much it’s gonna take before he gets a noise complaint.

Bucky’s eyes widen in surprise as the next orgasm washes over him, then yells louder and Steve groans as Bucky clamps down on him.

“Fuck! Buck…fuck that’s…ugh!” he groans and bites down hard on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Steveee,” Bucky whines, squirming and arching up into him and Steve moves up to suck on his glands. “Fuck! Oh…shit…shit…”

Bucky shakes underneath him, still fucking coming if the ripples against Steve’s dick are anything to go by.

“God, I need to knot you honey.”

“Yes! Fuck yes!”

Steve grunts his agreement and reaches in between Bucky’s legs to take out the toy. Bucky gasps as it comes out then tosses his head back again and groans as he feels Steve’s knot pushing up against him. It goes in easy, and Steve growls in Bucky’s ear as he pushes it all the way inside.

“Steve! Fuck!”

“That the only two words you know, honey?” Steve somehow manages to tease, despite being on the edge of what’s promising to be a perfect orgasm.

Bucky manages to laugh before he moans again. Steve grinds his knot inside him, holding Bucky’s legs down and drowning in the feeling of Bucky’s perfect body clamping down hot and wet on his knot.

“Jesus, sweetheart, that feels so damn good.”

Bucky whines underneath him.

“Gonna come again already, sugar?”

“Not…sure…I…stopped,” Bucky pants and Steve laughs low in his ear.

“Good.”

God, he wants to sink his teeth in Bucky’s neck. He makes do with licking and nibbling.

“Steeevve…Stevie! I…Ah!”

Steve starts tugging on the chains to Bucky’s nipples again and Bucky loses it, babbling and moaning absolute nonsense as he starts coming again around Steve’s knot. Steve growls low in his chest, letting Bucky take him over the edge with him, pulling hard on the chains with one hand and sinking his nails into Bucky’s ankle with the other.

“AH!” Bucky shouts, shaking underneath Steve as Steve bites down on Bucky’s shoulder as he comes, completely blindsided by the strength of the orgasm that wracks through him. He pushes his knot hard into Bucky and groans and hears Bucky squeal, but it feels so far away. His ears are ringing, his chest heaving, pleasure flooding through him and he gives into it, letting it take him, and pumps his come inside his Omega.

He thinks he might have blacked out for a second and blinks rapidly, looking up at Bucky. Bucky’s smirking down at him, though he looks equally fucked out.

“You okay, Steve?”

Steve swears, pushing back up on his forearms so he’s no longer crushing Bucky with his weight.
“Fuck, you okay baby?”

Bucky grins.

“I am so good. I’d be better if you improved your aim though.”

Steve frowns at him, his brain refusing to speed back up and catch up with Bucky.

“Huh?”

“You’re meant to bite my neck, not my shoulder.”

Steve rolls his eyes and shakes his head at Bucky.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Really, you seem to be suffering me pretty well.”

He realizes Bucky’s a lot more awake than him.

“Did I like…”

“Come so hard you passed out?” Bucky says and laughs at him. “I think you did yeah.”

“Fuck. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. I take it as a huge compliment.”

Steve shakes his head again and undoes Bucky’s cuffs, then takes off the clamps. Bucky squeaks.

“You okay?”

“You asked me that already, Steve,” Bucky drawls.

Steve refuses to apologize. He kisses Bucky briefly on the lips and lets his legs down. Then Bucky does wince and Steve frowns, sitting back on his heels and running his hands down Bucky’s legs.

“You still feel them?”

“It’s fine, just pins and needles.”

Steve hums and rubs Bucky’s feet. Bucky groans.

“Alright, now you’re spoiling me.”

“It’s your heat. I gotta spoil you.” Steve grins, admiring the way Bucky’s spawled naked and completely boneless against his living room floor.

“Wait, stop, tickles!” Bucky gasps and Steve smirks, doing it a minute longer, till Bucky looks about ready to kick him in the face, then stops and picks Bucky up again, taking him into the bathroom and washing them both down.

“How do you feel about spending the morning on the sofa in our pyjamas watching Netflix?” Steve asks.

“I think I love you, that’s what I think.”

Steve rolls his eyes but smiles at Bucky, taking his face in both hands and kissing him on the lips. Bucky looks about ready to swoon and Steve smirks at him.

“Come on. You need to go make us a nest on the couch.”

Chapter Text

Bucky’s heat apparently leaves much faster when he’s regularly knotted because by Wednesday morning Bucky’s scent only features his usual level of arousal when they wake up wrapped around each other.

“Oh God, I’m sore,” Bucky groans as they wake up.

Steve’s about to apologize when he sees the happy grin on Bucky’s face.

“Poor baby.” Steve holds him close instead.

“Where the hell’s my phone?” Bucky frowns, and Steve realizes just how out of it Bucky’s been.

“Oh, I dunno. I haven’t seen it.”

Bucky crawls out of bed and over to the pile of his stuff on Steve’s chair.

“Ah shit. I always do this during my heat. Hang on. I gotta call my mom to tell her I’m not dead.”

“Sure. I’ll put the coffee on.” Steve gives Bucky some privacy, though given the size of his apartment and the thickness of the walls he’ll still hear everything Bucky’s saying as he pleads with his mom for forgiveness.

It still tugs at Steve’s conscience, the reminder of Bucky’s young age, but not as hard as it has done before. Bucky’s smart, he’s of legal age, and very much enthusiastically consenting. Maybe he can give himself a break for a while and enjoy connecting with someone, regardless of the age gap and the ridiculous circumstances of their meeting.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I forgot to tell Peter too I... I’m sorry. I was...at an Alpha’s place.”

Steve can hear the female voice exclaiming.

“Yeah, his name’s Steve.”

Steve nearly drops the coffee that Bucky’s sharing that much information with his mother.

“He’s lovely, no uh...might be a bit soon for that. He’s...I met him at work. He’s a bar tender, like me.”

Oh. I mean, of course. Bucky wouldn’t actually have told his mother what he did for living.

“Well, maybe next month if it’s still a thing? Yeah...I know, I know. I promise, he’s very responsible. He’s a bit older. He used to be in the Army.”

Steve’s eyebrows are getting higher and higher the more information Bucky divulges.

“Oh mom...stop worrying. He’s feeding me and treating me well and I actually feel better than I ever have during my heats...well you asked!” Bucky laughs. “Seriously though, it’s over way faster and no cramps. Yes, I’m on birth control; that implant that doesn’t just miraculously disappear.”

Steve can hear Bucky rolling his eyes.

“Yes mom. Yes. Look, if I come over for lunch will you stop going on and on and let me go get some coffee? Great. Okay. Yeah, I’m sure it’s gone. I think I know my own body mom, Jesus. Okay. Okay. I’ll see you later, bye, love you.”

Bucky’s shaking his head in exasperation when he comes into the kitchen.

“Jesus. That woman.”

“Aw Bucky, she’s just worried about you shacking up with some older Army guy.”

Bucky laughs and looks down, a little embarrassed.

“Oh, you heard that huh?”

“Yeah, sorry. Really good hearing. You going over to your mom’s then?”

“Yeah, but...oh...you said about that guy...” Bucky frowns. “But he’d never find me here, right?”

Steve frowns.

“I dunno, Buck. I don’t want you in danger walking around on your own.”

Bucky frowns.

“How would he even know I was here though?”

“I dunno, Buck, but he knew you were gonna be at that bar.”

Bucky frowns and he gulps.

“Baby, I’m sorry; I’m not trying to scare you. I just want you to be safe. Pierce said he was gonna let me know when he’d taken care of it, but he hasn’t yet. Just let me walk you there, yeah?”

Bucky grins.

“Oh, you’ll walk me there?”

“Of course, what would the other option be?” Steve frowns.

“I dunno, that I should just stay here and not go out.”

“Oh no, honey, I’m not trying to trap you here or something.” The idea that Bucky might have thought that makes Steve’s stomach turn.

“I didn’t think that, I just – “ Bucky shrugs, looking down at his feet.

“Hey, it’s cool, I’ll take you to your mom’s house, and if you wanna go back to yours we can do that too. I just wanna make sure you’re safe.”

Bucky smiles, genuine and happy but maybe a little smug too.

“Okay, Alpha.”

Steve smirks back at him.

“Come on then, Omega. Get your things and I’ll walk you around to your parents.”

“You wanna meet my ma?” Bucky asks as he puts together a bag of his stuff.

Steve’s eyes go wide and Bucky bursts out laughing.

“I’m kidding. I’m kidding.”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“Come on.”

*

It’s a nice day, and Steve indulges himself, putting his arm around Bucky’s shoulder as they walk and Bucky grins at him, looking about ready to vibrate out of his skin with happiness. Steve leaves his arm there, realizing there’s little he’d not do to make the Omega happy now. They walk in comfortable silence and Steve tries not to think about how nice it is just walking around with Bucky, like they’re dating. Boyfriends. Thinking about how it might be to wander down to the mall with him. To go grocery shopping. He thinks it’d be really nice to do all those normal boring things with Bucky by his side, with his playful smile and his smaller body tucked against his.

You’re fucked, Steve Rogers, he tells himself. Utterly fucked.

“It’s just here,” Bucky says.

They stop outside a small house.

“Let me know when you’re done, and I can come walk you back to your place.”

“My place?” Bucky says teasingly. “What if I wanna go back to your place with you?”

“Don’t you have college, Buck? Won’t you have already missed two days?”

Bucky pouts.

“Well, I’d normally miss even longer than that with my normal heats.”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“Why don’t we negotiate on this later?” Steve suggests.

Bucky laughs.

“Yeah, alright.”

He puts his arms around Steve’s waist and leans up for a kiss. Steve indulges him because really, he’s so far in now, he thinks there’s little point trying to resist. He puts his hand to the back of Bucky’s hair, the other to Bucky’s waist, pulls him up against him, and gives him a proper kiss, sliding his tongue inside his mouth briefly before letting him go, dropping him the inch Steve had pulled him off the ground.

“Uh.” Bucky blinks at him for a second. “Is this what you’re like when you’re not holding back anymore cos…holy fuck.”

Steve laughs and winks at him.

“Call me when you want me to come and pick you up, Buck. Have a good time.”

“Thank you, Stevie,” Bucky says sweetly. “I love you.”

“Uh huh.” Steve smirks at him and turns to walk away.

The front door opens.

“Bucky!”

Oh. And that would be Bucky’s mother. Steve makes a very swift exit around the corner, trying not to listen to Bucky’s mother’s exclamations and Bucky telling her to be quiet and stop being ‘so embarrassing!’

He smiles to himself as he walks back up the street. Until his phone starts to ring. His phone never rings.

He pulls it out of his jeans pocket.

Pierce calling

Pierce never calls him, never texts him.

“Hello?”

“Steve!” Pierce sounds happy and excited and that’s…disturbing. “I’ve got good news.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve says, walking back towards his apartment.

“We have located your…friend, Mr Turner.”

“Oh, good!”

“Well, maybe not for him,” Pierce chuckles. “I was just wondering whether you’d be interested in coming by the club and seeing that the job’s done, for your own reassurance of Bucky’s safety.”

Steve’s quiet for a moment, wondering if that means what Steve thinks it means. And if it does…does Steve want that?

“There’s no obligation, certainly not contractual, I just thought you might be interested.”

“Uh…yeah. That sounds good. I can come by now actually, I just walked Bucky around to his parents, so I’m out anyway.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you soon.”

Steve hangs up the phone and gulps. There’s no question really. He’s known, all the time he’s thought about that Alpha, about what he nearly did to Bucky, what he’s probably done to countless other Omegas. He knows he wants his hands around that Alpha’s neck for even thinking about touching his Omega. Not that Bucky is his and... Steve sighs heavily.

He knows it’s not a side of himself he should indulge. He knows that’s how he ended up getting thrown out of the Army. Anger issues. Difficulty controlling his aggression and prone to violence, it had said in his medical notes ‘likely a side effect of the serum shots’.

What they didn’t know was that Steve Rogers had had an aggression problem since he was a kid. It’s just no one cared then, since he was a runt that could do very little damage with his tiny fists. Suddenly his angry fists had power behind them, and everyone started getting worried.

Steve wasn’t a bully. He’d never been like that. He was the opposite, he hated bullies. He wouldn’t stand by like everyone else when that kind of shit happened.

The Army didn’t like it very much when he took matters into his own hands. When he didn’t follow ‘proper procedure’ and didn’t bow to the casual corruption he saw out there.

He’s so lost in thought he blinks when he realizes he’s outside the club already.

He goes in, using the digilock on the outside and his swipe card since the club’s closed during the day on weekdays.

He walks down to Pierce’s office. It’s oddly quiet. Creepy, almost, and Steve tries not to shiver.

He knocks on Pierce’s door but there’s no answer. He calls Pierce’s phone.

“Steve, are you here?”

“Yeah, I’m outside your office.”

“We’re down in the basement, come on down.”

Steve gulps again but walks over to the stairs. He’s not stupid. He’s aware that when you start getting mixed up with gangsters you stay mixed up with gangsters. The only way of getting out is generally by getting a bullet in your head and a swift trip to the bottom of the river.

He keeps walking, opens the door to the basement and walks down the steps. Contrary to his horror movie expectations the lights are on and bright, leaving him in doubts about what he sees when he gets to the bottom.

He gulps.

“Steve!” Pierce smiles widely at him, “Glad to have you here. You know my associates, I believe.”

The basement is huge. He thinks it’s because it’s the basement of the Pussy Cat Club, plus the basement of the establishment next door. It’s like a warehouse down there, multiple huge crates, metal conveyor belts, leading to the far end of the basement.

Then there’s the meat grinder. Then there’s Dr Hannibal Lecter, Thor, Tony Stark, and Alexander Pierce.

There is also Adam Turner, lying on the floor in front of the semicircle the other men have formed. The guy is hog tied with rope, battered and bruised but still conscious, with a silver piece of tape slapped over his mouth.

Steve looks back up to Pierce and the others.

“Mr Pierce,” he says eventually, “Gentlemen. Thank you for inviting me.”

Dr Lecter and Stark grin widely at him.

“We are very thrilled to have you here,” Dr. Lecter’s smooth tone derails Steve’s brain, reminding him of just how it felt to have Dr. Lecter’s knot buried inside his ass.

Not quite as disconcerting as the fact that Dr Lecter is wearing some kind of plastic suit that covers his entire body apart from his face.

“We really are,” Tony says. “It’s good to know Bucky has so many people willing to protect him.”

“It is,” Pierce says. “You might also be interested to know, that on investigation of our friend here, we found some interesting information, didn’t we Tony.”

“We certainly did. It seems our predatory Alpha here wasn’t just looking to take Bucky for a one-off rape. It turns out he’s running an Omega sex trafficking ring.”

Steve’s mouth drops open.

“Mmm,” Pierce says. “And whilst we do dabble with other lines of business to support the club, we do draw the line at actual humans. You piece of shit,” Pierce says, and kicks the Alpha in the groin. “I... just can’t believe the idiocy, to be honest. Even if you were going to rape, kidnap, and traffic Omegas, you thought here would be a good place to start looking?” He leans down and grabs the man by the back of his hair. “From under my roof?”

The man whimpers and tries to talk but it’s hopeless through the tape. Steve thinks Bucky was dead wrong about Pierce not being a proper gangster.

“Turn it on,” Pierce says.

Thor smirks at Steve and walks over to the big red button next to the meat grinder machine. Turns it on. It whirrs and judders noisily.

The man tries harder to yell.

“You see, we have a bit of a business arrangement here at the Pussy Cat Club. Mr Stark had always been an investor, and Dr. Lecter has kindly worked in partnership with us over the years. I think of it as a community program, you know? We keep things under control, in our little area of town. We give back to the community through Mr Stark’s philanthropy programs, we keep the crime rates down. Its just keeping things in order at the end of the day. You’re welcome to be as involved as you want, but you’ve certainly proved yourself to be a loyal member of the Pussy Cat Club so. We wondered if you’d like to do the honours.”

Pierce gestures towards the meat grinder.

Steve rubs the back of his neck with his hand and stares down at the Alpha lying on the floor, whimpering pathetically. He’s not a fan of torture or gruesome deaths, he’s really not; he tried to avoid that kind of shit in the Army. But this guy. This guy tried to hurt his baby. Not only did he try to hurt him, but he was also going to sell Bucky into a sex trafficking ring.

No. This guy is gonna die. And who fucking cared if they dragged it out a bit.

He goes to lean down but Dr Lecter stops him, though Steve realizes he’s got a big proud smile on his face.

“Wait. Don’t touch him without gloves on.”

“Aren’t you about to put him through there?” Steve frowns.

“Yes, but you can’t be too careful. Besides, he’s disgusting. Do you really want to touch him with your hands?”

“Oh, okay.”

Dr Lecter gestures towards a spare plastic all in one hanging up on the side. Next to it is a face visor and some gloves. Steve puts them on carefully.

Stark and Pierce step back.

“Okay, first we need to cut off his clothes. You don’t want clothes in your meat.”

Steve’s eyes go wide and he looks from the conveyer belt that goes from the grinder to the other end of the warehouse.

“It tastes better than you’d think, you know.”

Stark laughs.

“It’s ruined on all the drunk people that buy those burgers, really. They’re delicious.”

Steve methodically helps Dr Lecter cut off Adam’s clothes as he squirms and squeals on the floor. Steve stares at the guy and feels absolutely nothing but the satisfaction of justice being done.

“Make sure the visors covering your eyes. Don’t want bone flying into them.”

Steve does as he’s told. 

“Steve, I’m curious. Why did you get discharged from the Army?” Dr Lecter asks as they pick the guy up off the floor.

Steve quirks an eyebrow at Pierce for obviously sharing this information with Dr Lecter.

Pierce shrugs unapologetically.

“We have to thoroughly discuss people before they join the Pussycat Club,” Pierce says.

Steve sighs.

“It was…a number of things. I think the last straw was when I snapped a guys neck.”

“What did he do?”

“He called my friend something racist and unrepeatable and tried to get my friend fired for ratting him out about sexually harassing all the women in the camp.”

Dr Lecter nods understandingly.

“I hate it when people are rude.”

“How are we doing this are we uh…going headfirst or feet first?” Steve asks.

It worries Steve how quickly he’s tuned out Adam’s squealing.

“Headfirst,” Pierce says. “Takes all the fun out of it if you go feet first.”

They pick him up and carry him over to the grinder. Pierce and Tony take another step back. Steve feels a grim sense of justice and satisfaction as they lower him down, till the squealing stops, and then they let go, and there isn’t anything left of him at all. No one should be allowed to exploit and traumatise Omegas like that. And no one hurts his baby.

They step back. The machine judders and shakes and eventually stops as it finishes its job. Thor hits the red button again and the silence is jarring. Steve looks down at the blood he’s covered in. He’s very grateful for the plastic suit.

He carefully takes off the plastic suit under Dr Lecter’s guidance and puts it to the side. Follows Dr Lecter to wash his hands.

“Are you feeling okay?” Dr Lecter asks him. “It can make some people feel a little unwell. It’s okay if you do, they won’t think any less of you. Mr Pierce isn’t too fond of putting people in there himself, he prefers others to do it for him.”

Steve does a mental check over himself. All he feels right now is relief that Adam’s gone, and he’s never going to be able to try and hurt Bucky again.

“I think I’m okay.”

Dr Lecter nods, there’s a proud respect in his eyes, and Steve has no idea what to make of that.

They walk back to the others.

“Shall we go and get a drink upstairs?” Pierce asks.

The others agree and Steve finds himself sitting in a room he’s never been in before. It has a bar in the corner and a large round table in the middle with ten seats around it.

They help themselves to the bar and sit around it.

Tony opens his briefcase.

“This isn’t pretty,” he says to Steve in warning. “This is what we found at his house.”

Steve feels sick as Tony spreads the pictures of Omegas over the table.

“So Steve, how would you like to have some additional roles added to your job? We need a little muscle for these things sometimes and well, I like to keep Thor as my bodyguard. Maybe some extra shifts whilst Bucky’s at college?” he smiles knowingly at Steve.

Steve thinks about it. He doesn’t really need the money, not anymore. But…it would be nice. Maybe he could get a nicer place. Maybe it’d be nice beating the shit out of some sex traffickers.

“Don’t…the police deal with stuff like this?” Steve asks, he knows he’s being naïve, but he feels like he needs to ask the question.

Pierce, Tony, and Dr Lecter make identical scoffing noises. Steve hears Bucky in his head ‘you think they’re gonna believe an unmated Omega who lies on his back for a living’.

“Right,” Steve says. They don’t need to explain. The pictures of the terrified Omegas look up at him from the table. “Uh. Yeah. Okay. Can I try it out and see how it goes?”

“Of course,” Pierce says.

It does sound dangerous and part of him worries about something happening to him and him not being there for Bucky but the thing is...and Steve’s never told anyone this, let anyone know this, but he isn’t all that sure he can be killed. He got shot in the head once and...it didn’t have the desired effect. Got thrown from a bike going over a hundred miles an hour and just walked it off.

He has a feeling if the Army knew exactly what the serum had really done for him they probably wouldn’t have let him go.

“Okay, I’m in.”

“Wonderful.”

“Mr Pierce...can I ask you a question? Privately?”

Pierce frowns but nods, taking Steve into a small room behind the bar with a table and two chairs. Steve leans back on the table.

“If Bucky ever wanted to leave... would you let him?”

Pierce frowns.

“Does he want to leave?”

“No, not at all. He loves it here. I was just wondering.”

“Of course he could, he’s not contractually obliged to me at all, and we wouldn’t ever keep an Omega working here against his will. Sort of ruins the experience for the Alphas anyway. Unless they’re into weepy Omegas they can play out their rape fantasies with and that’s really not the vibe I’m going for here.” Pierce shrugs.

Steve blinks.

“Uh, good.”

“Are you planning on mating him?”

“What? No! Jesus. He’s just a kid. He’s still at college.”

Pierce nods slowly.

“He wants you to, though,” Pierce says.

“Yeah but Bucky wants a lot of things.” Steve rolls his eyes. “He doesn’t know what he’s asking for.”

“He’s a smart kid, though he happily lets people assume otherwise.”

“Yes...” Steve says and cringes at how easily he believed Bucky was just a ditzy cock hungry Omega with nothing more than a pretty face and a delicious scent. “The astrophysics major was a bit of a surprise.”

Pierce laughs.

“Yes. Well, if that becomes something you want to consider, let me know. I don’t think it would entirely ruin your business prospects. It’s quite the taboo, fucking another Alpha’s Omega,” Pierce says thoughtfully. “People might be into it.”

Steve’s phone starts to ring.

“Oh, that’ll be Bucky, I said I’d go pick him up.”

Pierce gives him an amused smile.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just think our smart boy might have you wrapped around his little finger.”

Steve sighs.

“I think he’s had me wrapped around his little finger from the second I scented him, to be honest.”

Pierce smiles.

“I’ll let you answer that.”

Pierce leaves.

“Hey, baby,” Steve says.

“Hey, Stevie. I’m ready for you to pick me up now.”

Steve hears a female voice giggling in the background.

“Oh, shut up, Becks.”

“Okay, gorgeous, I’ll be there in fifteen. I’m just at work.”

“What are you at work for?”

Shit.

“Oh, Pierce just wanted to discuss something with me. I’ll tell you when I get there.”

“Oh...is everything okay?”

Steve can hear Bucky frowning.

“Yeah, it’s fine, honestly. I’ll be right there.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

Pierce nods to Steve when he steps out.

“We can discuss your extra shifts next time you’re in.”

“Thank you, sir. And thank you for taking care of Mr Turner.”

“You’re most welcome.”

“Steve,” Dr Lecter says. “Now that you’re part of this business venture, both you and Bucky would be very welcome for dinner with me and my husband sometime.”

“Oh uh…” Steve falters, trying to think about what on earth that would entail, who someone like Dr Lecter would be married to, and whether his husband even knows he goes to places like this when Dr Lecter interrupts his thoughts.

“It’s okay, I promise it’ll just be animal meat.”

Yeah, Steve definitely should have thought about that, as well.

“Oh, well, I’ll ask him.”

“Wonderful,” Dr Lecter smiles.

*

Steve waits for any feelings of guilt to appear over the murder as he walks to Bucky’s mother’s house, but they don’t present themselves. He’s sure that’s what a normal person would feel, but all he feels is relief.

And then there’s Pierce being weird and suggesting Steve would mate Bucky and that would be something that could be negotiated. Jesus. He felt like he’d only just met the kid.

They were clearly compatible, he’d moved past that level of denial and was almost unable to keep avoiding what that warm emotion was in his chest every time he thought of Bucky. But. Mating. That shit was permanent. That was dedicating your entire life to someone.

And yeah, Bucky was amazing, but he’d only stayed at his place a few nights. He hadn’t seen Steve at his worst. Or...well, maybe the other night he’d glimpsed it but...Bucky hadn’t even finished college. No. Mating would wait a while, if at all.

He realizes with dread as he arrives outside Bucky’s mum’s house that he’s gonna have to knock on the door or stand outside and call him and he’s not sure which is worse.

Thankfully Bucky sees him and comes to the door before Steve can embarrass himself.

“No!” Bucky yells to his family who are desperately trying to force the door open and meet Steve.

Steve laughs despite his nerves as Bucky shuts the door on his laughing family.

“It’s okay, Buck if they wanna...”

“No,” Bucky says with a vigorous shake of his head. “No thank you. They’re so embarrassing,” he whispers, and he grabs Steve’s arm and pulls him away down the street.

“So…where to?” Steve says, stopping at the end of the street. “It is getting kind of late. And you do have classes tomorrow.”

“Fine,” Bucky pouts. “Walk me back to my place then.”

“Okay.”

Bucky leads the way to his apartment.

“The guy’s been…taken care of, by the way. You don’t have to worry about him anymore,” Steve says.

“Oh,” Bucky says, “are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” He smiles.

“How sure?”

“100%.”

“Oh. Well. That’s good,” Bucky says. “Oh yeah, what were you doing at work?”

“Pierce was talking about giving me some extra shifts whilst you’re at college.”

Bucky nearly trips on the sidewalk.

“Woah, you okay?” Steve catches Bucky and sets him back upright.  

“I…I’m fine; you didn’t say yes, did you?” Bucky looks up at him, horrified. Stops walking.

“Well, I thought I might consider it, you know some more money and it’s not like I’m doing anything during the day.”

Bucky looks like he’s going to be sick, his scent so negative Steve can’t even put a label on it, just that it’s bad.

Steve stops walking and pulls him over to the side of the sidewalk.

“What’s wrong?” Steve can’t think of why Bucky would react so badly to the news of Steve picking up a bit of extra work on the side.

Bucky looks like he’s about to burst into tears.

“With someone…with someone else?” his voice is shaking.

Steve frowns.

“I’m not sure who it would be with but...” Steve finally works out what Bucky’s thinking. “Oh, fuck, no, honey, that’s not what I meant. Not that kind of shift. Not with another Omega.”

Bucky nearly collapses in relief onto Steve’s chest.

“Oh.”

Steve holds him tight. Bucky takes a few measured breaths.

“Fuck,” Steve says. “I’m so sorry, God. I phrased that badly. It’s stuff with Thor, helping Pierce with stuff around the club, some more muscle, I think.”

“Oh, right.” Bucky nods. “Come on,” he starts walking again. “Sorry I just…not that I would…mind…that…it’s just…the end of my heat probably I…’s not really fair is it when you watch me get fucked by other Alphas and…”

Bucky blushes bright red as he realizes he can’t take back his reaction to Steve fucking other Omegas.

Steve smiles, running his hand through Bucky’s hair.

“Don’t apologize, it’s my fault. I phrased that badly. And I don’t mind, I wouldn’t wanna be with any other Omega other than you anyway.” It’s out of Steve’s mouth before he can think about it. Once he’s said it though, he realizes how true it is.

“Do you mean it?” Bucky stops walking again and grins up at him.

Steve pauses for a second.

“Yeah, I do,” he says eventually, and Bucky looks about happy enough to explode.

Bucky jumps up into Steve’s arms, wraps his arms around his waist and kisses him on the lips.

“Buck!” Steve breaks off eventually, laughing. “Come on. We’re in the middle of the street.”

“I don’t care. You wanna be with me.”

“I am with you,” Steve points out.

“So you’re my boyfriend, you’re my Alpha?” Bucky grins at him like the cat that got the cream.

“Yeah, I’ll be your boyfriend. Alpha sounds a bit permanent.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, completely undeterred.

“Whatever, we’ll work on it. Now come on, Alpha, it’s just down this street here, but you can walk me back to my room.” He smirks at Steve.

“I’m not falling for that, honey, I’ll walk you to the door. I’m sure you have class work to catch up on, lying on your back all weekend.”

Bucky huffs but leads Steve up the stairs to his apartment.

Bucky opens the door.

“Okay well…”

“Bucky?! Dude you alive? Your mom called here like five thousand times I’m not even exaggerating I…oh!”

Another male Omega, who Steve assumes is Peter, appears behind Bucky in his pyjamas.

“You must be Steve.” Peter grins at Steve, flicking his eyes up and down him.

“He is, and he is taken,” Bucky says, fake glaring at Peter and shooing him away.

“Oh I see, congratulations. How was your heat?” Peter smirks at him.

“Peter!” Bucky rolls his eyes. “Go away!”

Peter laughs and walks back into the apartment.

“Well darling,” Steve says, smiling widely at Bucky. “I have had a lovely few days.”

Bucky laughs and looks up at Steve with hearts in his eyes.

“I had a lovely time too, Stevie.”

“I guess I’ll see you at work on Friday night?”

“Unless you want to take me out for dinner tomorrow night? There’s nothing in my fridge and our first date kind of sucked.”

Steve laughs.

“Yeah, it kinda did huh? Okay, I’ll take you out for dinner. Any place you like to go?”

Bucky shrugs.

“I don’t really go out for fancy dinners...”

“Oh, you want a fancy dinner, huh?” Steve teases him.

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Obviously. What about that restaurant Dr Lecter owns? That’s meant to be Michelin star or something?”

Steve pulls a face but manages to disguise his discomfort.

“Uh...that might be a little out of my price range, and a little weird given...you know.” Steve laughs. “I’ll find us somewhere nice, don’t worry. Pick you up at 6?”

“Perfect.” Bucky grins.

“Bye, honey.”

Bucky’s grin couldn’t get any wider.

“Bye, Alpha.”

Steve puts his hand to the back of Bucky’s hair and holds his head still as he leans in and kisses him.

Bucky whimpers against his lips and Steve opens his lips, licking his tongue against Bucky’s and feels the Omega shiver all the down way to his toes.

He pulls back and smiles at Bucky. Bucky looks so dazed. He’s so cute. Steve winks at him and turns and walks back down the hall. He’s at the bottom of the stairs when he hears Bucky mutter ‘fuck’ under his breath.

Yeah. Maybe this is all a terrible idea, but Steve feels settled for the first time in his life. Money, no longer a problem. And funny, intelligent, gorgeous, making his heart swoop Bucky...maybe he doesn’t have to be a problem either.

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