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1: The trap, it is set, and waits for its prey…! (In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining, defenseless and silent.)

Steve is woken by a rough hand shaking his shoulder. He jolts, brings an arm back to defend himself, but it’s caught by a firm grip.

“Wake up!” his nurse hisses to him. “Quickly, we must get you ready and dressed for court!”

“Wha'?” Steve grumbles, though he sits up and rub the sleep from his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Come!” his nurse snaps. “Out of bed with you, hurry!”

Nobody answers him as Steve is ushered through a morning bath. They take extra care with him and never say why. All the hair on his body, what little there is, is either scrubbed away with pumice stones or ripped off with wax, each strip making him wince. He’s bathed a second time in milk, polished with oil and then lotion, his hair is beaded with gems and precious metals and apple blossoms as they put it back. Most Omegas keep their hair in simple braids, but Steve and his mother as royals keep their hair braided in extremely complicated ways. For Steve, as he’s unmarried, his braids begin with ten small, three-strand braids taken from his hairline, from ear to ear, that loop disconnected around to the back of his head, where his hair is gathered at first in three four-strand braids at his crown, which then are spun together in the shape of a flower, and then are brought together and woven into an eight-strand braid which looks like the weave of a basket, each row of which is defined on the sides with a loop of hair pulled out and loose. It takes over an hour for three of his Omegas-in-waiting to fully braid his hair.

They put him in his best chemise, silk with cap sleeves and a ruffled skirt, similarly his best petticoat, and his very finest woolen waistcoat, full-length but split in an upside down V from the bottom hem to the navel, gold and embroidered with red and green brocade. After all that, they dress him in silk, golden mantua robes he’s never seen before, all decorated with pearls, sapphires, diamonds, and silver thread. It is cut more like a woman’s gown than an Omega man’s robes, with a high-collared undergown with only silver embroidery to decorate it, and an outer gown with a deep V for the neckline that exposes the undergown, and an intricately embroidered stomacher done in ivory with gold, silver, white, red, and green thread depicting the apple tree Brooklyn is famous for, framed in sheer ruffles. All the embroidery on both layers of the gown has branches of an apple tree, with leaves and blossoms and fruit. The stomacher, also a V-shape, ends just above his navel where the bodice ends and the skirt begins, giving it a high waist. Starting at the lifted waist and stretching to his hips are ruffles, and beneath that, a wide skirt with a long train. It also has voluminous sleeves, split down the sides on the overgown, that end in little bell-shaped cuffs. The overall design of it makes him suspect it came from his mother’s wardrobe. Steve puts his bronze circlet with its large ruby centerpiece onto his head, then guards come along with his governess, Lady Carter. They take him away to the throne room.

Steve is worried now. He’s only brought here for certain, very important things.

“The Omega Prince, Steven, son of Sarah!” the announcer booms.

There’s short fanfare. Steve enters the throne room proper and realizes what is wrong.

His father, the King, is not in the high throne. His father is in the steward’s chair, just off to the left and down from the real throne. 

Instead, a large man has taken the King’s place. A large, unfamiliar man, draped in a heavy fur cloak, one fit with huge pauldrons fashioned with animal teeth the size of knives. He’s also adorned with jaw bones uncomfortably human-like in appearance mounted on his bracers and greaves, a heavyweight fur and leather tasset bearing strings of coins and bones, huge boots that the toes of which also have fang-like teeth mounted. His brigandine vest gleams, but is clearly well-used, much of it stitched back together with thick gold thread in intricate sutures. He sits sprawled on the throne, a cheek propped up on a fist, and looks bored. But he lifts his head when Steve enters.

A usurper. And Steve has been called to formally meet him.

It bodes ill.

“Welcome,” Joseph greets Steve stiffly. “My Liege, I introduce my only child, the Omega Prince Steven.”

Steve swallows nervously. He bows, like he would for a king.

The usurper is silent. Joseph clears his throat.

“Steven, my son,” he says in an embittered tone. “I introduce to you the Warlord King Barnes, god –” he said this word as if attempting to prevent himself from spitting it out “– of victory and fertility and blood, Conqueror of the North, High King of the Empire of the North, uniter of the lands from the Far East to the Far North. And now ruler of our land of Brooklyn.”

There is no inflection to Joseph’s voice, but even from a distance, Steve can see a vein in his temple pulsing.

“It is an honor to meet you, my Liege,” Steve forces himself to say as he bows to the usurper.

King Barnes, the warlord, beckons him with a finger. Steve flicks his gaze to Joseph, but his father won't look back at him. Steve moves closer, nearing the raised dais, then stops just a step away. King Barnes waves again, pointing to the stones in front of him. Steve swallows again, then mounts the dais and steps directly in front of Barnes.

Barnes, up close, smells strongly of smoke, fire, a tinge of something herbal, earthy. His eyes, cheeks, and mouth are painted black, false shadows accentuating his features. His ears are pierced, not just the lobes, but the cartilage, and fitted with gold beads and rings hanging with gems and pagan symbols. He wears no crown nor helm. His hair, a brown so dark it’s nearly black, shot with silver at the temples, and falls to his shoulders mostly in loose tresses, but like an Omega in Brooklyn, much of his hair is braided with carved beads and cuffs, all gold and many set with more gems. His beard, even, carries short, thin braids strung with beads and cuffs. Each of his fingers is adorned with a gold ring and several hold gems, some of them set with eternity rings of gemstones; one is molded like a skull, one is the figures of two snakes with emerald eyes attacking each other, one is a large, oval signet ring, one holds three inch-long spikes, as if it is a weapon more than jewelry. It isn’t just his ears and his hands that are set with gold jewelry; thick gold bands, all engraved or sculpted into figureheads of animals like wolves or snakes or ravens or boars, circle his arms from just below his bracers to high on his bicep, and there’s a gold incomplete ring piercing his lower lip, holding a ruby set in the upper bead resting on his lip. Around his throat is a thick chain of braided gold, set at his throat with a large pendant bearing pagan symbols and a raven with its wings spread. His cloak is held up by a gold chain connected to broaches with more pagan symbols. He purses his lips as he looks Steve up and down. Then he raises a hand and twirls a finger. Steve startles a little, confused.

“I beg your pardon?” he whispers.

“Turn,” Barnes tells him in a deep, velvety voice.

Steve takes a quick breath, his face and neck heating. He shuffles around on the spot, lifting his robes to allow himself to. 

“Slower,” Barnes says shortly.

Steve blushes but slows. When he comes back around, Barnes reaches out and takes his wrists without pause to ask and examines his nails. Then he abruptly stands up, grabs Steve’s jaw, and forces his mouth open. Steve pulls back on instinct and Barnes snatches his shoulder with a dark, warning look. Steve freezes. Barnes looks into his mouth, then puts a finger inside and feels his teeth. Steve shivers in humiliation. Barnes removes his finger and Steve starts to step back, but Barnes snatches up his arm again with another dark look, so Steve holds still. Barnes then takes his arm and lifts it; Steve gasps in shock as Barnes presses his nose to the gland in his wrist and inhales deeply. There’s a murmur of hushed outrage and disbelief at such a brazen, lustful act committed in public.

“Hmm,” Barnes exhales, voice low and near a growl. “Such expensive, exotic spices you emulate, dear Prince… Many a spice trader would sell their entire stock for your scent bottled as a perfume.”

Steve doesn’t know what he’s talking about. People tell him he smells like something burning usually, but Barnes seems to like how he smells. Steve isn’t sure if he should be frightened or not.

“Very well,” Barnes announces suddenly. “My council will review your contract and send revisions by tomorrow afternoon. The wedding will be at dusk in seven days.”

Steve jolts back, his eyes wide.

Wedding?

“You're dismissed,” Barnes adds in a nonchalant tone.

Joseph gets up and simply walks away. Steve looks at his back in horror and disgust for a moment, then forces himself to move and takes a step down.

Barnes grabs his arm. Steve freezes again.

“You'll stay here, little one,” he says softly. “I was speaking to your father.”

Steve can hear him smirking.

Joseph stops. He does turn back and Steve looks at him pleadingly, though Joseph has never once done anything to help him, and has clearly bargained him away for some unknown price. Joseph clears his throat.

“My good Liege, my people do not permit an Omega to be alone in the presence of his or her betrothed without a –”

“I am not your people,” Barnes interrupts. “You’re dismissed.”

Joseph bows his head. Steve inhales and can’t release it as Joseph leaves. Barnes pulls him back by his arm.

“Walk with me,” he says, throwing an arm around Steve’s shoulders.

Steve nearly stumbles over the hem of his robe, but snatches it up and moves quickly. Barnes takes them out of the throne room through a side entrance, then turns to the south and follows the corridors. He doesn't say anything, so Steve keeps his mouth shut. His mind is both racing and empty. He finds he’s short of breath.

They enter the gardens. Steve sees soldiers stationed on the walls, at the doors, but they aren’t his parents’ guards. Their armor is not plate, but leather and fur and chainmail. The flags have been changed, shifted to the emblem of the Barnes house and the Empire of the North; the dying heads of a spitting hydra, cut off by a single blade and encircled in a ring made by a snake eating its own tail.

“Your home is peaceful,” Barnes says abruptly. “We will visit frequently.”

Steve licks his lips, not sure if he’s meant to answer.

Barnes stops them at a bench by a fountain, then pushes Steve to sit. Steve drops onto it, trying not to be too heavy. Barnes does not sit beside him, but takes a knee in front of him. He again grabs Steve’s jaw, but this time, just looks at him.

“You are goddamn gorgeous,” Barnes murmurs. “And such a young thing. I thought perhaps I should decline your father’s offer of your hand because of that, but then I saw you, and I couldn't help myself, I had to have you. Fucking beautiful.”

Steve tries to show no emotion. He’s startled and concerned and a bit angry, even. He’s not a thing to be had, even with as little autonomy as he has.

“How many heats have you had?”" Barnes asks.

“I beg your pardon, my Liege,” Steve retorts hotly even as he colors. “That is hardly an appropriate question.”

Barnes snorts. “Do you think I fucking care, doll?” he counters. “Tell me. You're barely presented, you can't have had many.”

Steve looks away, trying to find an excuse to keep silent. Barnes grabs his face and forces him to look back.

“Tell me,” he growls, an Alpha’s command threatening the timber of his voice.

Steve shivers again. His body responds positively. Suddenly, he has to hope that he doesn’t slick up so much that Barnes can smell it.

“One,” Steve whispers, unable to stop himself. “Just the first one.”

“Fuck,” Barnes growls again, and that gives Steve another shiver. “Gods –”

Barnes jerks to his feet, but his grip stays on Steve’s jaw. He pushes Steve’s head back and recklessly presses his face into the high collar of his robe. Steve gasps, grabbing onto Barnes’s brigandine tunic to balance himself just out of reflex, and Barnes runs his nose from Steve’s clavicle to just below his ear. Then he lingers there and growls once more. Steve realizes he’s shaking.

“How old are you?” Barnes demands to know.

“Fifteen,” Steve murmurs. “How – How old are you?”

“Forty-nine,” Barnes says – Steve gasps a little, wide-eyed at the thought of being given in marriage to an Alpha so much older than him. “You're a virgin, obviously," Barnes continues casually. “Never fooled around with anyone at all? Touched over the clothes, maybe a hand job?”

“Never!” Steve hisses, offended that he was even asked that question.

“All-Father save me,” Barnes growls a fourth time. “You've never even seen an Alpha cock, then?”

“Of course not!” Steve snaps. “My Liege, this – This conversation is entirely outside propriety!”

Barnes chuckles. He straightens and lets go of Steve’s jaw, instead running a finger across his cheek. Steve swallows again, blinking a few times. Barnes’s finger is roughened by callouses, even the tips of them. Under his warpaint and thick stubble, his face is as impenetrable as dragonhide.

“We'll be wed in seven days, baby,” Barnes murmurs. “Besides, my culture is… Different, compared to yours. You'll need to learn to adapt. Best you start now.”

Steve doesn't know what that means, then abruptly Barnes is releasing his belt. Steve’s eyes widen, but he can't move. Barnes pulls off his tasset and casts it and his belt of coins aside, leaving him in thigh bracers and leather trousers. Barnes starts pulling the laces of his trousers free as the front of them bulge outward. A rich scent emanates from him, and suddenly Steve feels dizzy. Barnes gets the laces free, then pushes his trousers down.

His cock springs up. Steve gasps; they're standing in the middle of the royal gardens, where literally anyone could stumble upon them, and they aren't even wed yet.

“My Liege,” Steve exhales, “please, this is incredibly inappro–”

“Don't bother with etiquette, babydoll,” Barnes chuckles.

He runs his fingers down his shaft. Steve gulps. It looks nearly twice as long as Barnes’s hand, which is perhaps twice the size of his. And Steve doubts that he could close his fist around the beast, not even at its narrowest point just below the head, which is nearly as broad as the flat knot at the base of the shaft. It’s darker than the skin of his hands, but reddened and nearly purple. The foreskin had been cut away at some point, showing the glistening tip which is pierced through with a gold ring, which holds a gold bead bearing an emerald. Steve sees black lines inking Bucky’s skin, patterns and runes unfamiliar and certainly pagan. Even his dick is tattooed. Steve, absently, realizes that Bucky’s dick bigger than his whole forearm; five times bigger than his own prick, and that’s being generous.

“There now,” Barnes murmurs. “We'll just get to know each other a bit, Stevie-boy.”

Steve shivers again, but harder. He is slicking up now. Barnes is smiling. He continues brushing his fingers along his dick. He touches Steve’s face with a gentle hand.

“You masturbate?” Barnes asks.

Steve looks up, confused. He shrugs.

“Touch yourself,” Barnes adds. “The prick between your legs, your balls, your hole? Play around with those? Make them feel good?”

Steve colors. He hesitates, licking his lips. Barnes’s smile deepens.

“You’re not meant to,” he guesses. “But you’re a naughty boy, you do it anyway, don’t’chu?”

“I don't mean to,” Steve confesses in a fast whisper. “At night, sometimes, well, I – I end up rubbing against the bed, when I'm asleep or half-asleep. When I do, I sort of – I wet the bed, I think, but it –”

“Feels good?” Barnes asks gruffly. “And it’s not piss that comes out, it’s clear and smells sweet?”

“Yes,” Steve whispers, confused as to how Barnes knows.

“Fuck,” Barnes murmurs, abruptly gripping his cock in a firm fist. “Love to see you squirm around until you wet the bed, sweet thing. All in good time. Put your mouth on me.”

Steve inhales sharply. “My Liege –” he starts.

“None of that,” Barnes scolds. “My friends call me Bucky. You can call me whatever cute pet name you can think of, but my name’s Bucky, understand?”

Steve swallows. “Yes, Alpha,” he whispers.

Bucky grins. “Good boy,” he says softly and roughly.

Steve inhales again sharply. He feels like he does in the dreams that cause him to wet the bed. Tingly and hot and something like anxiety, but better. Bucky shifts closer and his cock accidentally bumps into Steve’s lips. Steve jerks back, but gasps at the weight behind it.

“Suck it,” Barnes encourages, as though he’s hopeful but not particularly expecting Steve to do it. “Be good for me, Stevie-boy.”

Steve lifts a shaking hand. He hesitates, imagining the sort of horror his parents would feel if they knew what he was doing, and then he does it anyway. He puts his hand on Bucky’s cock and touches his mouth to the tip, reverently, the way he'd kiss the King’s ring. The gold jewelry piercing it rolls against Steve’s lips; and technically, the piercing is one of the King’s rings. His cock is soft, the skin hot and smooth, and it smells and tastes strange; heady and earthy but wonderful, with a metallic hint to it from the gold in his slit. Like Bucky but stronger, with something potent to it that makes Steve feel dizzy and hungry. 

Bucky growls, sounding pleased, and Steve shivers all over again. He squeezes his thighs together without meaning to, just an instinctive response to the sound of a satisfied Alpha, and feels pleasure jolt through his body. Steve opens his mouth slowly, heat spreading through his belly as he lets his lips drag across the tip of Bucky’s cock until he finds the emerald bead set in the ring, then he slips his tongue out and brushes it against the slit, tasting the gold and flesh. There’s something bitter and salty coming out of the tip of Bucky’s cock.

“Good boy,” Bucky growls again.

Steve feels his prick throb between his legs and opens his mouth wider, in hopes of being praised like that again. He wraps both hands around Bucky and fills his mouth with the head, sucking and tonguing at it clumsily. He has no idea what he’s meant to do, but Bucky tangles his hands in his hair, messing up his braids, and thrusts a bit into his mouth. Steve chokes, but the second he does, Bucky snarls, snaps his hips, and his dick forces past the back of Steve’s mouth and into his throat.

Steve gags but Bucky doesn’t stop. He grabs his face and starts jabbing his cock in and out of his mouth, leaving Steve to scramble for something to hold onto, resulting in grabbing his trousers. Bucky growls loudly, grinds his dick into the back of Steve’s throat, then snatches one of his hands and moves it to his balls.

“Play with those,” he snaps.

Steve puts both shaking hands on them, not sure what to do. They're heavy, firm, and hot against his skin, covered in coarse, dense black hair. He squeezes them gently and Bucky snarls again. The thrusts of his hips pick up, and Steve feels weak for air. He feels like he’s going to buzz right out of his clothes.

“Fuck, you’re a natural,” Bucky spits out. “Like that, Stevie? Like your Alpha’s cock choking you?”

Steve can only make vague noises. His head is spinning, but he’s nearly certain he does like it. He feels so wet now, his ass must be dripping slick as he squeezes his thighs together, and he’s afraid he might wet the front of his robes from how hot and hard his dick is.

“Fuck, this is good,” Bucky pants, rocking his hips against Steve’s nose and chin. “Untouched fucking pup of an Omega, and you're gonna be mine. Fuck, I can't wait to split open your virgin cunt and breed a whole fucking litter into you; you're gonna be so fucking tight, Stevie-boy.”

Steve forces himself to look up, meeting Bucky’s gaze. He blinks away a few tears and tenderly squeezes Bucky’s balls. They get steadily heavier in his hands.

“Fuck!” Bucky abruptly roars, slamming into Steve’s throat.

His dick swells, then hot fluid shoots down Steve’s throat. He chokes again, shocked, but Bucky rapidly pulls out of his mouth. His cock isn't even done and he spurts a thick, salty liquid onto his tongue, then over his face. Steve hastily cups his chin, preventing the liquid from dripping down his front, and he instinctively makes a noise he’s never made before, a sort of mmrrp sound.

Bucky stands there for a second, panting. Steve wipes the fluid from his chin and looks at it, confused. It’s thick, white, and smells salty and bitter. He sucks on his tongue; it doesn't taste too bad. Steve puts some in his mouth, then looks up at Bucky.

“Lick it up,” Bucky orders softly.

Steve, feeling both shameful and excited, wipes his face clean of the thick white liquid, licking it from his hands and swallowing it.

“Gods,” Bucky murmurs.

He fixes up his trousers, putting away his cock. Steve doesn't know what to do now. He’s been defiled, he supposes. He’s a little scared now that it’s over.

Bucky sits next to him on the bench and without warning picks him up. Steve gasps as Bucky transfers him onto his lap. He blushes, heat spreading through him, and Bucky pulls him to sit across his thick thighs.

His armor is a bit disconcerting to be so near, all those teeth and bones and spikes, but Bucky cups Steve’s cheek and pulls him close. He shuts his eyes, so Steve does, too.

Bucky kisses him. Steve is surprised again. He thinks it’s a kiss, but he never realized kisses were so aggressive. He’s never been kissed before. Bucky bites his lips, pushes his tongue into his mouth, growls at him. The ring in his lower lip is warm and makes the kiss taste like metal. His beard and mustache tickle him a little. Steve lets out a low whimper.

Bucky’s hand touches his hip. Steve freezes again.

“Shh,” Bucky murmurs. “Don’t fret. I’ll leave your body untouched until our wedding night. Just to be nice.”

Steve isn't sure that really is nice. He’s starting to come out of the haze that touching and smelling Bucky’s dick had given him. He’s frightened now of what his family will think.

“Are – Are you going to tell?” Steve asks in a weak little voice.

“Tell what?” Bucky chuckles.

"That – That I –” Steve stammers.

Bucky smirks.

“That you acted like a little whore and sucked your Alpha’s cock before marriage?” he guesses.

Steve looks down in shame, trying to stop tears from falling.

“And what if I did?” Bucky asks. “What if I wanted to boast to your father what a pliant little slut you were, how you supped on my seed with pleasure, how you got slick and wet because of kissing my cock?”

“Please don't,” Steve whimpers, his voice and chin trembling. “They’ll – they’ll be angry.”

“Would they punish you?” Bucky asks.

“Yes!” Steve insists, though he isn't sure.

Bucky clicks his tongue. “Well,” he says. “Lucky I’m in control now. They can’t touch you.” 

Steve looks up, still close to tears. Bucky grins at him.

“You’re so pretty, Stevie-baby,” he murmurs. “I’m going to make you cry for my cock soon. Sob and beg for it.”

Steve jerks his gaze away, filled with shame as he thinks about crying for Bucky and gets wetter.

“Who knew such a young Omega could be so cockhungry?” Bucky asks rhetorically. “Fascinating.”

Steve doesn’t want to think about what that implies. He’s starting to shake. His body is moving without his mind’s input and he’s grinding his hips against Bucky’s, putting pressure on his genitals. It feels good.

Bucky clucks his tongue. “Here, pet.”

Bucky unhooks his cloak from the chain holding it on his shoulders, then removes his pauldrons and brigandine vest. He has on a plain shirt beneath it, black like his leather trousers. He then pulls Steve even closer, tucking him against his throat. Steve goes, because he’s warm and his arms are closing behind his back. 

Then Bucky presses a soft kiss to his forehead, interrupted by the hard press of his lip piercing. He smells even nicer up close, where Steve can pick up the salt of his skin, and the warmth of him is soothing. Being held by him feels nice, as well. And Steve wonders if perhaps he isn’t so frightening.

“You smell delicious,” Bucky says softly. “Gods, the way you smell now. Fucking fertile –” he pauses to growl and Steve shivers. “I'm tempted to say fuck the wedding and bite and breed you now.”

“My Liege,” Steve tries to protest weakly.

“None of that,” Bucky interrupts. “You are my equal as my Omega. None of that my liege shit, alright?”

“Oh,” Steve whispers, confused. “Alright…”

He’s never heard of an Omega being equal to their Alphas. The Omega is second to their Alpha, prized above all, but subservient, and a possession of their Alpha similar to a slave. He doesn't know what Bucky means then, by equal. He hopes that doesn't mean Bucky won't guard and possess him as Alphas do in his culture.

Bucky nuzzles his hair. “At least you have my scent on you,” he purrs.

Steve’s heart stops there. He reaches up and touches his face, where Bucky has splattered him with his – his seed. And it dawns on him that no matter what he or Bucky says, everyone will know.

“Oh,” Steve whispers. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes,” Bucky chuckles. “But don't fret, if your dear parents become upset, I will not permit them to express it. You are already mine.”

Steve sinks into that knowledge. He really is a whore. Not even ten minutes into being left alone with an Alpha, he’s allowed himself to be defiled. His parents will be disgusted by him, and right they should be. 

“Stop worrying,” Bucky fusses. “You’re too pretty to worry so much. Come.”

Bucky stands up, putting him on his feet. Steve shrinks back, hugging himself, as Bucky collects the discarded pieces of his armor and his cloak, which he puts back on. Bucky then tucks Steve back under his arm and begins walking them back through the garden to the castle. Not a minute later, Steve sees two of Bucky’s soldiers and hides his face behind his hands in shame; they had to have heard what Bucky did, what Steve allowed him to do. 

They know.

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2: Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? Touch me. Trust me. Let your heathen side give in. Only then can you belong to me.  (In my mind, I’ve already succumbed to you.)

Bucky walks Steve into the castle, then up to the 9th floor and the King’s Wing. Steve is confused, then realizes Bucky must have taken his father’s apartment. He’s not sure if he’s sad about that. More of Bucky’s soldiers are stationed outside, but the sitting room within is empty. Bucky pushes Steve into a large armchair, then removes his cloak and armor completely. He’s left in leather boots, trousers, and a linen shirt, as well as his jewelry. Steve feels odd next to him, in his fine robes and circlet. He fiddles with the family and purity rings on his left hand, nervous.

Bucky builds a fire. Steve is a bit fascinated, never having seen anyone other than servants or slaves do such things. 

“Now,” Bucky says, taking a seat opposite Steve. “I think it best you sleep here from now on. There’s no telling if your parents will try to smuggle you out or have you killed to keep you from me.”

Steve blinks, startled. “But –” he starts, not even comprehending the idea that his parents would murder him to stop King Barnes from marrying him. “There’s only one bedroom in this wing? Where will you sleep if I'm here?”

Bucky looks at him, then chuckles.

“Next to you, pet,” he says. “Better to keep an eye on you. Besides, that means I get to enjoy you as much as I want.”

Steve colors quickly. “But,” he murmurs. “But we aren’t wed yet. We can’t share a room let alone a bed until we’re married.”

“Sure we can,” Bucky says, abruptly standing. “Come.”

Steve is confused, but Bucky bends over him and then lifts him from the chair. Steve grabs onto him, startled, and Bucky carries them through the sitting room and into a grand bedroom. There are dressers and chests of drawers and a large wardrobe, then the bed is made of gilded bronze and shaped like a swan, red velvet blankets and gold sheets and sleek furs resting in the dip of the swan’s back, and the wings and tail curve up to form the headboard. It’s framed by posts sculpted to look like feathers and red velvet drapes hang around it, gold cords holding them back.

“Alpha,” Steve whispers, not sure what he wants.

Bucky tosses him onto the bed and then gets in with him. Steve sits up quickly as Bucky releases the drapes and covers the bed, leaving them in dim light. Steve swallows nervously.

“There we are,” Bucky says, laying down. “Sharing a bed. Easy as that.”

Steve clears his throat. “It’s not appropriate,” he whispers, though his hand slips around Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky just laughs. “Come here, darling,” he says. “Let me hold you.”

Steve doesn't fight as Bucky pulls him down. He allows himself to be tucked against Bucky’s side and, against his better judgment, rests his head on his broad chest. 

“Look how easy this is,” Bucky murmurs.

Steve can’t quite breathe, but the buzz of before, just moments ago, when he’d supped on Bucky’s cock and drank his seed, is quickly returning. He shivers. Bucky does smell so very nice. Bucky’s hand drifts up his side. Steve’s heart is beating so fast, he’s sure Bucky can hear it.

“What a sweet little boy,” Bucky murmurs. “And so easy to seduce, you are. I’ll have to be careful, anybody could sneak in and take advantage of you.”

“Easy –” Steve repeats in a whisper.

“Mhm,” Bucky purrs. “My darling, I’d expected you to fight me to remain chaste ‘til the wedding, then be a prude even after. Imagine my surprise when you so happily sucked my cock just moments after meeting me?”

Steve hides his face, now overwhelmed by shame again. Bucky’s hand slides to his hip, teasing to press back and grope him places inappropriate to touch.

“I think I might actually boast,” Bucky murmurs. “To see you get all red. It’s so cute.”

“Please don’t tell anyone!” Steve begs, quickly looking up. “My mother’ll be horrified, my father – I’m afraid of him at times, my Liege.”

“Don’t fuss,” Bucky scolds. “I’m your Alpha before I am the King. Your father, he’s a right asshole, isn’t he?”

Steve nods reluctantly. “How could you tell?”

Bucky laughs. “Oh, bunny,” he said, squeezing Steve’s hip. “I entered his throne room and he immediately offered you in marriage if I’d let him remain as steward. No one with a shred of morals would offer up a child your age for marriage to a stranger.”

Steve bites his lip. “But,” he murmurs, “you accepted?”

Bucky just grins, but it looks a bit like a leer. “Well,” he says in a slow drawl, “I’m afraid my morals are a bit loose.”

Steve pulls his lips past his teeth, worried. Bucky lifts his hand from his hip, then brushes his cheek.

“Besides, I told you,” he says, “you’re just too pretty to resist. I had to have you.”

Steve feels a shiver go down his spine. Bucky is, at forty-nine, much older than him. Steve had always been aware of the threat of the Conqueror of the North, as far back as he can remember. There’s touches of silver to Bucky’s hair at his temples and in his beard. Forty-nine is old enough to be his father. Steve doesn’t know what to think.

“You’re much too innocent,” Bucky continues, stroking Steve’s cheek. “I felt like bending you over your father’s throne and taking your virginity there. Perhaps I will, after the wedding.”

Steve gasps a bit. Bucky grins again, that feral smile that Steve is sure he should fear.

“Omegas your age, especially the ones who’ve only had one heat,” Bucky then says, his hand leaving Steve’s cheek, “you’re always so sweet. I hadn’t met one I’d wanted to bite yet, but you, oh, Stevie, sweetheart, your scent –”

Bucky cuts off in a growl, tucking into Steve’s neck.

“You’ve had other young Omegas?” Steve asks in a whisper.

“Once or twice,” Bucky says, smirking. “When I was much younger, I was given the privilege of fucking young Omegas through their second heat a few times. Girls, unfortunately, but, gods, it was glorious. I can’t wait until you have your heat, pet.”

Steve swallows, shaking. Bucky’s hand returns to his side, then slides down.

“I might have my doctors induce you,” Bucky confesses. “An Omega’s second heat is something special. The first, it’s just a pale shadow.”

Steve blanches, horrified. No one had ever told him that. His first heat was miserable as it was.

“You’re so beautiful,” Bucky adds, his voice soft. “You must be warm in all these robes, and they certainly can’t be comfortable. I’ll help you undress.”

Steve’s heart skipped several beats. “That’s not necessary,” he says, nearly stammering, “I’m fine, really –”

“No, don’t fuss,” Bucky says, sitting them both up. “You’ll feel better without all this fancy shit on, doll. I’m sure you’ve got a shift on underneath all that you’d rather be in.”

“I’m quite alright,” Steve tries again.

“I think you’d be more comfortable undressed,” Bucky tells him, a smirk on his lips. “Let’s get this all off you.”

Steve swallows. Bucky won’t accept his refusal, but he did say Steve could keep his chemise. Or implied that. There was that. Besides. Steve had already touched and sucked Bucky’s cock… Was it any worse to take his clothes off?

(It wasn’t, he knows already he’d gone too far, and any further would be window dressing.)

It’s just to his shift, he reasons.

Steve glances down, then lifts his hands to the collar of his robe. He slips the shoulders of the outer gown off and unfastens his stomacher, then starts on the buttons holding the skirt up and Bucky’s hands join him. While his hands shake, Bucky’s are quick and steady.

In ten or so minutes, Steve slips out of everything; the two outer robes, the stomacher, his woolen waistcoat, his petticoat, and his corset, leaving only his base chemise on. He hugs himself, shy and feeling shameful in his near nudity. He almost regrets caving to Bucky’s suggestion; Bucky is looking at him like he’s a meal and Steve is sure that he’s beginning to lust again. Bucky’s hands touch his shoulders, exposed with just little cap sleeves holding up his shift. Steve shivers at the weight of his hands.

“Fucking hell,” Bucky whispers. “Gods, you’re so soft.”

Bucky shifts in front of him, then pushes on his shoulders. Steve lays down, heart hammering with nerves and warmth, and Bucky hovers over him. He touches Steve’s bare neck, his hands warm and rough still making him shiver, then his shoulders, then down his arms. Bucky leans in and presses his nose against Steve’s scent gland. Directly on it. Steve gasps, his cock suddenly and fully hard; it pitches a small tent in his shift.

“Gods, you smell so goddamn fertile,” Bucky growls.

Steve lets out a shocked moan. He’d never thought being called fertile could be so pleasurable.

“Fucking divine,” Bucky continues. “You’re getting wet for me again, huh?”

Steve nods before he can think better of it. Bucky rumbles over him, then nuzzles his neck. Steve accidentally moans as his scent gland pulses with sensation, his cock twitching beneath his thin shift.

“I can’t decide,” Bucky mumbles against his neck, “if I want to finger you and lick you now or experience your cunt fully untouched at our wedding.”

“You can’t!” Steve gasps, eyes flying open. “I mean – Well, that’s a step too far, Buck.”

Bucky grins at him. “I rather like crossing borders,” he purrs, like his massive empire is a joke between them. “Would you like my fingers in your pretty cunt, darling? It smells so good, I might eat it, too.”

Steve shivers again, but is torn. He’s already done so many things wrong, what could be the harm? (He’s going to let Bucky do it, he knows.)

Bucky presses his nose against Steve’s scent gland and inhales. Steve shivers again, a whimper escaping his mouth.

“Fuck, can smell it on you,” Bucky growls. “Barely presented. Bet you don’t get wet too badly, your hole? Doesn’t quite drip yet?”

“No, not really,” Steve mumbles.

“Fuck,” Bucky hisses. “Fuck, you’re going to be so tight.”

Steve hadn’t really noticed before, but Bucky’s scent is thickening with arousal again. Bucky abruptly licks Steve’s neck up to his jaw, groans, and then shifts his weight onto one elbow and starts undoing his trousers again. Steve’s eyes widen, but quickly, Bucky has his cock out and in his hand.

“I’ve got to touch myself, little one,” Bucky says roughly, “you’re just so fucking pretty, smell so fucking good, I can’t help it. You don’t mind, do you?”

Steve whines, nose filled with the scent of Bucky’s pre-come. He did this, by agreeing to take his clothes off, he’s brought this on himself. He shakes his head. He doesn’t mind. Bucky abruptly sits up, lets go of his cock and grabs the hem of Steve’s shift.

“Let me see you, babydoll,” Bucky asks in a rough voice. “I promise, I won’t touch between your legs just yet. Just let me see you, Stevie-honey.”

Steve feels like he’s on fire, but he is filled with a sort of euphoria. It feels wrong, letting an Alpha do this, and he knows it’s wrong to encourage Bucky’s lust this way, but it feels so good. (They’ll be married soon enough. They’ll be bonded soon enough. What’s the harm?) Steve bites his lip, then shyly drags the hem of his shift up his legs. Bucky groans again, grasping his cock.

“That’s it,” Bucky growls, “slowly, sweetheart.”

Steve lingers with it just over his lap. His cock trembles while Bucky strokes himself, the tip growing wetter by the touch, the room filling itself with the smell of Alpha. 

“Pull it down from the top,” Bucky orders him. “Let me see your cute little tits.”

Steve bites his lip. He slips the caps off his shoulders, then slides it down. Slowly, he reveals his chest to Bucky. He doesn’t really have tits, but his chest isn’t exactly flat either; he has little mounds of flesh circling his nipples that hold their shape even though he’s laying down. Bucky groans loudly and he quickens his fist over his cock. The ring in the tip rotates again and again, the bead slipping into his slit and then rolling back, over and over.

“Now your legs,” Bucky demands, almost out of breath. “Show me that cute Omega cock; Gods, you and your sweet little self have me so close already, baby.”

Steve’s cute Omega cock jerks and throbs. Panting for breath, he pulls the shift up again, gradually exposing his cock. The air is cool on his flushed skin.

“Fuck,” Bucky snarls, “oh, fuck me, you’re so fucking small there, Stevie, what a fucking treat.”

“Alpha,” Steve whispers, belly and groin hot as Bucky’s fist flies over his dick.

“Take it off,” Bucky demands. “All the way off. Now.”

Steve sits up, just enough to pull the shift off. Bucky then slams him back down to the bed by a hand on his shoulder and he pins Steve there with a bruising kiss that still tastes like gold. He bends over him and his cock brushes the skin of Steve’s stomach; Steve gasps, unused to the sensation.

“I’m gonna come all over you,” Bucky growls, “mark you up again with my cum. It’s gonna be obvious to any fucking idiot with a nose that you asked for this, that you let me look at you and touch you and mark you up. Fuck!”

Steve is trembling all over; had he asked for this? Does it matter? (It doesn’t, he had wanted it.) He whines and nods, watching the tip of Bucky’s cock leak fluid.

“I am gonna fuckin’ boast,” Bucky snarls, “let this whole fucking kingdom know you let me do this, tell them what a fucking slut you are.”

“Alpha,” Steve whimpers, inexplicably thinking of how Joseph will rage.

“They’re just gonna have to smile and say good for him,” Bucky adds, panting. “You’re already mine. My fucking slut, my little whore. If they so much as sneer at you, I’ll kill them.”

“Yeah?” Steve responds, startled. “You’ll protect me, Alpha?”

“Fuckin’ ‘course,” Bucky growls. “Gods, you smell so damn good –”

Bucky presses into his neck, hot breath falling on his scent gland. Steve whines again. 

“My little Omega,” Bucky snarls, “my pretty boy, fuckin’ mine – ”

Bucky ends in a groan, then Steve feels – It’s different than it was when it was on his face, Steve gasps when he feels Bucky’s release splash him, because it splashes his stomach and his dick and he feels like he might wet the bed, but he doesn’t have to pee. He makes that mmrrp sound again, instinctively and reflexively, and doesn’t understand how or why he’s doing it. Steve looks down. Bucky’s seed covers his lower belly, his hard prick, his balls, and is dripping down between his thighs.

“Fucking –” Bucky whispers. “Fuck, that’s beautiful.”

Bucky pushes up, looking down at Steve, cock still hanging from his pants. Steve takes in his appearance, then lifts his gaze to Bucky’s. Bucky nods slowly, his chest rising and falling visibly.

"Gods, what you do to me," Bucky murmurs.

“What sound did I just make?” Steve whispers.

Bucky laughs. “You trilled, honey. Have you never done that before?”

Steve shakes his head.

“D’aw,” Bucky coos. “Omegas trill, or chirp or chirrup, same thing, when they’re really happy, pet.”

“Oh,” Steve mumbles. “Oh. Only Omegas do that?”

“Yep,” Bucky says. “Haven’t you heard other Omegas trilling before?”

Steve shakes his head again.

“Oh, darling,” Bucky murmurs, brushing a hand over Steve’s cheek. “I’ll make you trill every day. I promise.”

Bucky then folds over him and kisses him, hard and unyielding. Steve whimpers into his mouth, grabbing onto his shirt. Bucky’s cock rubs against his stomach; soft, yet still so heavy. Steve squeezes his thighs together.

“I’m going to show you off tonight,” Bucky says against his mouth. “You’ll wear clothes from my country. You’ll smell of me. I’ll hold you, make it clear you’re already mine.”

Steve just nods, not sure what else to say. Bucky kisses him one more time, a quick brush of lips, then he rolls to the side, lays down beside Steve, and puts his hand on his thigh.

Steve inhales sharply. Bucky grins, showing the points of his teeth.

“How would you like to feel a hand on this useless little prick?” Bucky asks him roughly.

Steve nods before he can stop himself. Bucky chuckles.

“Of course you do,” Bucky murmurs, his hand sliding up. “I can’t believe you’ve never properly touched it, but I suppose it’s a bit hard to miss, being so small.”

Steve inhales, not sure what to say. He just shrugs and nods.

“Shy now, darling?” Bucky asks. “You just want me to touch this little nubbin?”

Steve bites his lip and nods again, faster. Bucky chuckles.

His hand is so close. Steve is shaking all over. His cock is throbbing, wetted by fluid that is leaking from his own tip and Bucky’s spend. Bucky doesn’t touch him yet.

“Tell me,” Bucky says. “Tell me what you want.”

Steve opens his mouth but has no words. Tell him? What? What does he want? He whines and bites his lip, wriggling a bit under his Alpha. Bucky laughs.

“You’re cute,” he says, “fucking adorable, but I want to hear you speak now, kitten. Tell me what dreams you have.”

Steve bites his lip harder. A quick word flashes across his mind, reminding him that Bucky is older than Joseph, but he dismisses it. He’s not bringing that up, not now, not ever. He tries to remember anything else from his night-time emissions, but he doesn’t know. Kissing, maybe? He shakes his head.

“You don’t want to tell me?” Bucky asks. “Well, I guess you don’t really want this little nubbin touched, then.”

“I want it!” Steve blurts.

Bucky squeezes his thigh, grip hard, hard enough to hurt. Steve gasps, his cock – his nubbin – bobbing itself.

“Tell me then,” Bucky growls. “What gets you wetting your bed at night?”

Steve squirms, whining. He presses his thighs together, then just shrugs.

“I don’ remember,” he says quietly, shamefully. “Dreams, I guess.”

“You must remember something,” Bucky goads. “C’mon. Perhaps someone you know?”

Steve shakes his head; he’s not sure he’s ever seen faces in those dreams, just a vague impression of an Alpha with a large body, bearded and dark-haired.

“What happens in them?” Bucky asks. “Are you being petted, maybe like this?”

Bucky touches him. Steve gasps, his mouth dropping open, as sensation flies from the barest brush of Bucky’s fingers to the underside of his dick all the way up his spine and back down again into his belly, where it pools and threatens to burst out of him. Steve whimpers, but he shakes his head.

“Hm,” Bucky says, almost scientifically. “Perhaps it’s like this?”

Bucky then closes a thumb and finger around the base of Steve’s cock and absolutely strangles it. Steve shouts, bucking his hips off the bed, but Bucky just laughs and releases him.

“N–no,” Steve whimpers. “Not that.”

“I see,” Bucky muses. “I know. Someone’s touching you here. ”

Bucky’s hand slides down between his legs, rough and hot over his taint, then two fingers press flat against his hole. Steve gasps again, a tremor running through him until it makes his cock absolutely ache.

Steve nods his head weakly. Bucky grins.

“Whore,” he says softly, like he doesn’t really mean it and he finds it endearing whether it’s true or not. “You’re too young to be dreaming such naughty, dirty things.”

Steve whines, nodding again. “‘M sorry,” he whimpers.

“I forgive you,” Bucky says, his fingers swirling gently around Steve’s hole. “You can make it up to me. Open your legs a bit.”

Steve nods, opening his legs just enough for Bucky to touch him. Bucky had said a minute ago that he wouldn’t touch him there, but Steve doesn’t really care at this point. Bucky sits up, looking between Steve’s legs, and he licks his lips as he just looks at him.

“Gods, help me,” Bucky murmurs.

Steve is breathing fast, he feels like at any moment, his mother is going to come rushing through the door, shrieking about his behavior, but he loves it. He’s so warm, but everywhere Bucky touches, he gets hotter. Bucky bites his lip, then swirls his fingers around the rim of Steve’s hole. Steve whimpers.

“You want something in there, darling?” Bucky asks with a smirk, his fingers pressing lightly. “I know it’s not right, but it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Steve whispers.

“That’s alright,” Bucky murmurs, “we’ll be wed soon anyway, so it doesn’t matter. This is like a trial run, y’know?”

Steve nods quickly. 

“I’m just touching you, anyway,” Bucky adds, a devilish smirk curling his lip. “The only thing that really matters is that I not fuck you yet; we wouldn’t want you to have tasted an Alpha’s cock up your cunt before the wedding night, would we?”

Steve nods again, agreeing wordlessly. Bucky puts his other hand just below Steve’s balls, petting his taint for a moment, then gently cups his cock.

Steve lets out a keening whine, squirming in place to rub himself against Bucky’s hand. 

“Oh, that’s so pretty,” Bucky murmurs, “you keep doing that, angel, you’ll get me hard again.”

“‘S tha’ good or bad?” Steve asks in a small voice, though he’s positive it’s a sin. (But they’ll be married in only a few days, at which point it would no longer be a sin, and God sees time all happening all at once, so from God’s perspective, they had already married, they had always been married, even, so it doesn’t matter.)

Bucky grins. “Good,” he promises.

Bucky lifts his hand from Steve’s hole and swipes up some of his seed covering Steve’s stomach. He then presses that against Steve’s hole, using it to slick him up more than his natural fluids aren’t already doing. 

“Alpha,” Steve pants, his dick pulsing with pleasure against Bucky’s palm. “Are you – Are you going to put them – in – in –”

“In your cunt?” Bucky finishes for him, grinning again. “Yeah. I’ll let you have a few fingers before you come, pet.”

Come. That’s what it’s called. Steve moans, rolling his hips in place and just desperate to come. He wants to release like Bucky did, wants to have that feeling that he just gets in dreams before he wakes up and finds the bed soaking in sweet, sticky fluid. He doesn’t know how it’s supposed to happen, but he trusts Bucky. Bucky knows what he’s doing. Bucky will give it to him. Bucky will make him come.

“Breathe, darling,” Bucky murmurs, a finger pressing hard at Steve’s hole.

Steve takes deep breaths, and then forgets to do it altogether as Bucky’s finger pushes past his rim and then inside of him.

The feeling is – He doesn’t know. He makes that mmrrp sound Bucky said was called a trill again, and quickly tries to rub his dick up against Bucky’s palm as something in him just snaps. Bucky’s finger slides into him until Steve feels his first knuckle, just the tip probing him, but it feels – It feels –

“Fuck, you’re gonna be so goddamn tight on my dick,” Bucky whispers, looking down at him with a greedy haze in his eyes. “You dream about this, sweetheart? About things in your cunt?”

Steve nods quickly. He’s never been brave enough to actually do it, but for the longest time, he’s yearned to fill himself with something; anything. He’s looked at candles and his hole slicked up, he has looked at the pommels of the guards swords and had to excuse himself, he has looked at loaves of bread and even the fucking posts on his bed. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for Bucky to break him, to get him to jump headfirst beyond the boundaries of what was right and moral to do before marriage; he’s always been, like Bucky said, a whore.

“What things?” Bucky asks. “Fingers? Cocks? Tongues?”

“Tongues!” Steve repeats, startled. “That’s – That’s an option?”

“Honey, I can put anything in this pretty hole,” Bucky chuckled. “I can fit my entire fist in it, if I wanted.”

Steve licks his lips, then glances over at the bedside, at the fresh candles in their mountings. Bucky follows his gaze, then laughs.

“You want one of those, doll?” he asks. “Want me to fuck this pussy with a goddamn candle? ”

“Yes, D–Alpha,” Steve blurts, only barely correcting himself in time. “Please? Please, I – I’ve always wanted to try, the idea always felt so good, those dreams – Those are good dreams.”

Bucky lets go of his cock and reaches over, calmly plucking a tall, tapered candle from the ornate gold candelabra on the nightstand. Steve moans, his cock jumping as his belly twists at the idea of being filled with it. Bucky chuckles, smiling at the candle, then he puts it on the bed, nearby. He sets his palm over Steve’s cock again and Steve quickly rolls his hips to rub against it, whining as he does.

“Needy boy,” Bucky purrs. “It’s a good thing I found you when I did, then, isn’t it? Much older, you would’ve broken, would’ve offered your pussy to the first man with a pulse, wouldn’t you?”

Steve shakes his head quickly. Bucky raises an eyebrow, smiling still.

“Not an hour ago, you were begging me to think of etiquette,” he teases. “My liege!” he mocks, his voice a bit higher than Steve’s really is. “This is highly inappropriate, my liege! And then you whined to have me fuck your face.”

Steve whimpers, feeling shame overcome him again. Bucky grins, then his finger plunges deeper into his pussy. Steve wails, suddenly intense and overwhelming pleasure hitting him like a brick wall as Bucky’s finger presses something firm and spongey in him. Bucky laughs.

“That’s your sweet spot, darling,” he says. “Imagine how that’ll feel with two fingers, three. This candle.” He leans in closer, smirking. “My cock,” he murmurs.

Steve moans. He clenches around Bucky’s finger, pushing his dick into his hand. Bucky grins, then pushes a second finger into him. Steve’s eyes roll back, he presses his head back into the bedspread as he cries out, hot pleasurable feeling boiling in his stomach. 

“Pretty little boy,” Bucky murmurs, “you’re gonna feel so much better with my dick in you.”

Steve’s positive he’s right. He can’t wait until the wedding. He imagines it, Bucky laying him out on their marriage bed, kissing him, teasing him, his cock sinking inside him. A third of Bucky’s fingers enters him and Steve nearly sobs, shaking from the pleasure.

“You want that candle, babydoll?” Bucky asks. “You want to have this greedy little boy-hole stuffed by a fucking candle? ”

Steve nods hastily, biting his lips to keep himself from saying anything. Bucky grins, then takes his fingers free and picks up the candle. It’s length and girth make Steve whimper. Bucky flips it around, pressing the end without the wick along Steve’s thigh.

“If you’re this horny at this age, I can’t wait to see what you get like as you grow up,” Bucky says. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see you in heat; I can’t wait to see you pregnant. ”

Steve doesn’t have any clue about those things. He whines, he wants the candle in his hole.

Bucky pushes it against his rim. It’s thick and blunt and Steve whimpers as the pressure strains him. Bucky squeezes his cock and Steve gasps, jabs of pleasure rolling in his gut, then the candle breeches him and slides inside.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet,” Bucky mutters. “Look at that. That hole’s fucking gorgeous. ”

Steve moans helplessly. He clenches around the unyielding length of the candle, whimpers as Bucky rolls it in and out of him, and his whole body trembles as his belly gets hotter and hotter.

“You’re close, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Bucky says, gently sliding the candle in and out of him. “Do you want to come? Wanna wet the bed, feel even better?”

Steve nods, moaning high for Bucky.

Bucky shifts, settling between his legs. His cock presses against Steve’s thigh, bumping along his hip. Steve looks down, whimpering as he tenses his core and milks the candle.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Bucky says, his voice rough. “Look what you’ve done to me. My cock fucking aches, honey. You did this. You, wanting that fucking candle in your pussy, just for something to fill you up. Look at it.”

Bucky’s cock is weeping on Steve’s thigh, the flushed, dark skin standing out against Steve’s pale complexion. He bites his lip, shaking at the memory of it in his mouth.

“Gonna help me, bunny?” Bucky asks, squeezing Steve’s cock. “You wanna come, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Steve says quickly, nodding fast.

“I know you do,” Bucky says lowly. “And you want it to feel fucking fantastic. But, honey, ‘s not gonna happen with you like this.”

Steve frowns, whines an upset noise, and tries to rub his cock up into Bucky’s palm. But Bucky takes his hand away, instead holding Steve’s hip still, and Steve whines.

“I can’t just make you come like this, kitten,” Bucky says, his voice soft and sympathetic. “It’s not fair. You’re just so fucking sweet, and your pussy smells so good, it’s taking the candle so damn well, I can’t help it. It’s not fair if you get to have this candle in you, but I don’t have something on my cock.”

“I –” Steve starts, “I wanna come?”

“I know, I know you do, baby boy,” Bucky murmurs. “But it’s not fair.”

Steve whines, grabbing Bucky’s hip. “I could –” he starts again. “I could kiss it?”

Bucky shakes his head. He grips the candle, sliding it out slowly.

“‘S not enough,” he murmurs. “Still not fair.”

“But –” Steve starts, desperate now. “I don’t know how to come by myself! It’s only happened when I’m asleep! You have to –”

“I know, I know,” Bucky hushes him.

He pulls the candle out.

“No!” Steve whines, his hole now clenching on nothing. “Please, you said you’d help me!”

“I am, little boy, I am,” Bucky says quickly. “Put your legs up, like this, honey.”

Bucky helps him move his legs up, bending them and pulling them back. He folds over Steve and kisses him, his fingers slipping into his hole again. Steve whimpers, clenching on Bucky’s fingers, as Bucky bites his lip, pushes his tongue into his mouth. Bucky then growls, his fingers slip out of Steve’s hole. Steve whines again, his cock throbbing, as he wants so badly to come, to release, and Bucky isn’t letting him.

“I’ll make it fair,” Bucky whispers against his mouth, “it’s alright, nobody’ll know.”

His cock presses against Steve’s hole. Steve gasps, eyes flying open, but before he can say no for the sake of his eternal soul (before he can breathe out the word yes forming on his lips), Bucky thrusts his whole cock into him.

Steve shouts, his eyes snap wide open and roll back, Bucky snarls as his balls slap against his ass, and Steve feels –

“Yes, Daddy!” he gasps, belly coiling with such intense pleasure.

Then he feels – He doesn’t know what it is, but he loses touch of his senses, forgets everything, only feels the pulse of Bucky’s blood in his cock, his massive cock stretching him so wide it’s nearly painful, reaching into places no goddamn candle could ever touch. Steve’s cocklet shakes, the feeling centers in his cunt, in his dick, then he feels himself spilling wet onto his belly.

“There you go,” Bucky purrs, “that’s an orgasm, sweetheart.”

Steve is floating. He chirps, grabbing onto Bucky anywhere he can. Bucky kisses him again, somehow more intense than any time before, then he moves his hips. His cock moves inside him.

“Daddy, ‘s good!” Steve whines, completely forgetting himself. “I love it, please, please!”

It’s so different than when it was in his throat, he’d thought he had loved that, but that was barely acceptable compared to how amazing this feels, Bucky’s cock stuffing him, filling him so full it’s nearly touching his throat; he presses a hand to his belly and feels the outline of it under his stomach. He whimpers as he presses down on it, trembling with fresh but muted pleasure.

“Yeah, you fucking whore,” Bucky growls as his thrusts speed up, “knew you wanted it, knew you’d go fucking mad soon as you had it. That’s what an Alpha cock feels like, baby. Won’t matter if we fuck, honey, long as I don’t knot you or bite you, right?”

Steve nods quickly, completely agreeing with Bucky. All he can do is moan in approval and pleasure, rocking his hips to meet each of Bucky’s thrusts.

“Yeah,” Bucky says with a smug grin. “Don’t matter if it’s wrong, I can fuck you long as I pull out to come, as long as I don’t bite you ‘til after the wedding. You want me to come on you again, babydoll? You want me to dirty you up more?”

“Uh-huh!” Steve whines. “Please?”

“Yeah, baby,” Bucky says, snapping his hips such that his cock moves side-to-side inside him as well as in and out.

Oh, and that feels better. Steve moans, squirming to get friction on his dick as Bucky thrusts into him; each pass rubs against what Bucky said was his sweet spot, and he can tell why it’s called that, because he feels like he’s going to explode from how wonderful it is each time it’s rubbed. Bucky slows, panting, then straightens up for a brief second to yank his shirt off. His nipples, similar to his cock, are pierced with gold rings. He’s shirtless, cock pulled free of his smallclothes and trousers, and Steve is completely naked. Steve whimpers as he sees Bucky’s bare chest; muscled, hairy, littered with scars, skin several shades darker than his own, covered in pagan tattoos. He puts his hand against Bucky’s chest and nearly melts at the contrast, as his hand is smaller than one of Bucky’s pectoral muscles.

“Gods, little boy,” Bucky growls, pressing his hand over Steve’s. “Glad you did this? Glad you let me fuck you now?”

Steve nods quickly. He realizes he’s tearing up and blinks it away. Bucky bends over him, his heavy chest brushing against Steve’s thin body, and he licks the tears from Steve’s face. He groans, then presses Steve’s hands above his head, holding them down with just one of his. Then he uses the other, brushes it over Steve’s body as he rolls his hips, hard but slow.

“You called me Daddy, now, didn’t you?” Bucky murmurs.

Steve stiffens as he realizes. “I’m sorry!” he splutters. “I – I didn’t mean it! It slipped out! Please don’t –”

“Relax,” Bucky chuckles. “You like Daddy’s cock, princess?”

Steve melts into a puddle. He whimpers, lip trembling, then nods. Bucky smirks at him.

“Daddy’s gonna take good care of you,” he murmurs. “You’re gonna be flyin’ so fuckin’ high, you won’t give a shit about anything. You wanna come again, baby boy? Want Daddy to fuck another orgasm out of you?”

“Yes,” Steve answers at once. “Yeah, please.”

“Say it,” Bucky orders, grinning. “Say what you want to call me.”

Steve goes red, flushing with shame and embarrassment again. He bites his tongue, whimpering. Bucky rolls his hips and Steve melts with pleasure, moaning again.

“Say it,” Bucky demands again.

“D–Daddy,” Steve whimpers.

“Good boy,” Bucky purrs. “Again.”

“Daddy,” Steve forces out, mortified. 

“Again!” Bucky demands, quickening the pace of his hips.

Steve feels that jolt of pleasure, the rising wave of it, already better than what he’d been feeling before his first orgasm. “Daddy!” he cries out, pressing up to let his cock rub against Bucky’s firm but round stomach.

“Good boy,” Bucky coos, making Steve sob. “Daddy loves your pussy, sweet thing, it’s absolutely perfect. You’re the only one tha’s gonna get my cock from now on.”

Steve suddenly imagines Bucky giving his cock to someone else and lets out an angry snarl, glaring at up at him. Bucky just laughs.

“Really, princess,” he promises, “I’ll make sure you’re positive of it by the time we’re done, alright?”

Steve accepts that. Bucky presses a kiss under his jaw, then nuzzles his neck.

“Daddy so wants to knot you,” he purrs. “Your cunt’s so good now, but I can’t imagine how it’s gonna feel once I got my knot in you. You’re gonna be so damn good, precious, ‘s perfect. But I won't, okay? I'll wait for the wedding like you asked.”

Steve nods and arches his back, exposing his neck. Bucky just nuzzles him.

“Kiss me, Daddy?” Steve whispers.

Bucky grins against his throat, then kisses him. Steve shivers, rolling his hips back into Bucky’s. Bucky kisses his neck again, then parts his lips and nips at his skin. Steve whimpers, already wanting his teeth near his scent gland.

“Beautiful,” Bucky murmurs. “Don’t worry, pretty boy, I’ll make sure your neck is well loved.”

Bucky then closes his mouth on his throat, just above where his collar would hit, and begins licking and sucking and biting his skin. Steve sinks even further into the pleasure; he’s sure he’s gone stupid from it, but he’s stupid from it, so he doesn’t remember why he’d need to care. Bucky’s cock stabs into him while his balls thump him on the tailbone, steady and reassuring, and slowly, as he kisses and sucks and bites more places on Steve’s neck, he picks up speed.

Bucky is soon slamming into him, pounding him. Steve is crying out on every thrust, moaning, whining, babbling about More and Daddy and Please. Bucky is growling, animalistic sounds that make Steve’s cock ache even more. All Steve can think about is coming again.

“So fucking easy,” Bucky says, panting. “Gods, I love it. Gonna love showing you off later, well-fucked and bred-up, marked up, my bite on your neck. Gonna love your face when you realize. You’re such a fucking easy slut.”

“Daddy, please!” Steve sobs. “Wanna come!”

“I’m gonna make you come,” Bucky promises. “Gonna make you come as I knot you. You’re gonna fucking love getting knotted. You’re gonna be living on my knot from now on, princess!”

“Yes, please!” Steve groans. “Please, Daddy, harder, faster!”

Bucky laughs at him. “Slut,” he repeats, then speeds up. “God, I love how fast you changed your mind. Fucking inappropriate, my ass, sugar.”

Steve just whines, whimpers. He can’t quite tell, but he thinks he’s close. Bucky’s hips are speeding up again, slamming harder into him. His breath is getting heavier, faster, falling hot on Steve’s scent gland as his face is tucked into his neck.

“C’mon, baby,” Bucky pants, “good little slut, be a good pup, come on Daddy’s cock, there’s a good boy.”

Then – Then. Steve feels it, that same slamming wave of pleasure; his toes curl as he screams, his cock spurting between them. Bucky’s teeth graze his throat, then, quick as his thundering heartbeat, Bucky sinks his teeth into Steve’s scent gland.

Steve’s eyes roll back. A bond bursts into life between them and Steve can feel Bucky’s pleasure. Bucky snarls, jaws still clamped, and Steve jolts as he feels Bucky release inside him, then it’s like his orgasm starts all over as Bucky’s cock swells rapidly at the base, inflates into his knot, and then locks them together. Steve is dizzy with feeling. He can’t describe it. He squirms on Bucky’s knot and orgasms another time, then goes limp.

Bucky growls, still biting Steve’s scent gland. Steve slowly becomes aware of a distant sense of pride, of victory, and it makes him purr. Bucky releases his jaws, then licks Steve’s scent gland several times. Steve shivers. Bucky nuzzles into his neck, growling still, and Steve smiles dumbly.

“Mine,” Bucky murmurs. “My Omega.”

Steve trills. He feels incredible. Not like an orgasm, not like what they’d been doing with their cocks, but maybe it’s the same. Bucky releases his arms, then picks him up and scoots them farther up the bed. Steve nuzzles into Bucky’s chest, fingers pushing into the thatch of hair at his sternum. Bucky covers them with a blanket.

“Fucking mine,” Bucky murmurs, still oozing pride and victory. “See, sweetheart? You’re all mine now.”

“Mine,” Steve mumbles back, splaying his hand over Bucky’s heart. “Love you, Daddy.”

Bucky chuckles. He kisses the top of Steve’s head.

“Sure, princess,” he says. “I love you, too.”

Steve smiles, content, and nuzzles into Bucky. Bucky pets down his back. He’s still quite smug. Steve doesn’t mind. His knot feels incredible. Steve loves it.

“Sweet boy,” Bucky murmurs, stroking his back. “Naïve, you are. You’ll just let me do whatever I want, won’t you?”

“Mhm,” Steve hums, happy to agree to anything with Bucky’s knot in him.

Bucky chuckles. “Good boy,” he says. “You just let Daddy do whatever he wants to you. It’ll all feel good, I promise.”

Steve nods, believing him. He yawns and nuzzles closer.

“Wanna nap, pet?” Bucky asks him. “You can have a nap, Stevie, Daddy’s got you. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner, precious, you get your beauty sleep. You’re a growing boy, after all.”

Steve yawns again. “Mmkay, Daddy,” he says after. “‘M a growin’ boy.”

Bucky kisses the top of his head. “My growing boy,” he says as Steve drifts off.

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3: Sodom rising from the sea (Darling, you must have been dreaming, stories like that can’t come true.) Pity comes too late, you must look upon his fate: An eternity of dick! Before your eyes…

Steve is having a very wonderful dream. He’s being fucked, really well, by a ramrod hard cock that’s just assaulting his cunt. His cock is shaking, he’s so close to coming. He whines, wriggling on the cock inside him, until he feels that crest, the wave that means he’s having an orgasm. He whimpers as it washes over him, his cock releasing sweet fluid.

(He must have been dreaming. Dreams like that don’t come true for him.)

A hand runs down his back. Lips press to his forehead.

“Fucking hells,” Bucky murmurs, “you weren’t fucking kidding.”

Steve blinks open his eyes; he’s leaning on Bucky’s chest, their naked skin pressed together. Wet release drips down Bucky’s abdomen, Steve’s cock losing its stiffness slowly. Bucky’s cock is pressed against Steve’s ass, not in him, but hard. His hole is wet, but more wet than normal.

Steve sits upright, inhaling sharply. His head is (mostly) now clear. He’s naked. Bucky is naked. Steve’s hole is dripping thick fluid and he knows it’s not just his own. (Part of his head is still fuzzy, and it wants to just enjoy the feeling.)

“Oh –” Steve says, the fog of sleep clearing as he remembers. “Oh – Oh, no!”

Bucky grins at him, something a little evil. “Oh, no?” he teases. “Don’t fuss, sweetheart, I don’t mind you humping me in your sleep.”

Steve tries to look around, to get down, but Bucky wraps his arms around him and nuzzles into his neck. He nips at Steve’s scent gland, which is tender from the bite –

The bite.

“You bit me,” Steve whispers.

Bucky hums.

“You knotted me,” Steve gasps.

“Mhm,” Bucky says. “Told you, you’re easy.”

Steve begins to tremble, the realization of what he’s done crashing over him, and he lets out a pathetic whimper as he fills with shame. He’d let Bucky penetrate him, breed him, knot him, and worst of all, bond him.

“Shh,” Bucky murmurs, his hand rubbing down Steve’s back. “It was beautiful, what we did. It doesn’t matter, the wedding’s in a few days anyway.”

“But –” Steve whispers, tears coming to his eyes. “You’re supposed to wait! I’m supposed to be pure! You’re supposed to bite me in front of everyone at the wedding, for the first time!”

Bucky snorts. “I’ll still bite you in front of everybody,” he offers.

Steve whimpers. Bucky cups his cheek, then kisses him. Steve melts a little, easily swayed by Bucky’s touch.

“I know I was supposed to wait,” Bucky murmurs against his mouth. “But I couldn’t help myself. You seduced me, with your pretty eyes, your sweet blush. At any rate, a few days don’t make a difference.”

Steve wilts a bit. “‘M sorry,” he whispers. “I – I didn’t realize –”

“Didn’t realize how desperate you made Alphas?” Bucky asks, his eyes sparkling. “It’s alright. You’re young, you couldn’t have known yet. But you did the right thing, even if your culture told you it was wrong; that whole abstinence until marriage and only in the dark once a month with blindfolds on, that bullshit? That’s only around here. Sweetheart, when I have you in court, you’re going to be sitting on my cock in front of everyone.”

Steve’s eyes widen. He doesn’t even know what to say. Bucky gives him another slow kiss.

“You wanted it, anyway,” he murmurs. “You needed it, didn’t you? You’d lived so long without Daddy’s cock, you really needed it? Couldn’t wait, could you?”

Steve exhales roughly and looks down. He shakes his head. He could have stopped Bucky. He had not.

“No,” Bucky purrs. “But it’s alright, I loved it. You’re just precious, sweetheart.”

Steve tries to nod, wanting to believe him. Bucky cups the back of his neck and squeezes, making him shiver and relax.

“I’m looking forward to showing you off,” Bucky growls. “Seeing you blush as everyone sees what you let me do to you’s gonna be fucking perfect. I’ll prolly pull you off an’ mount you in the middle of the feast.”

“Feast?” Steve repeats, startled.

Bucky nods. “I’m throwing a feast tonight,” he says with a dark grin. “To celebrate the peaceful transition of power. And my claiming of my sweet mate.”

Steve blushes. Bucky gives him another long kiss.

“Don’t have time to knot you,” he murmurs. “Sit up a second.”

Steve pushes up, putting his weight on his knees. Bucky brings his cock up, standing it against Steve’s, then has Steve sit again. Bucky wipes up some of the slick from his stomach, then uses that to get his cock wet. Steve looks down at it, the flushed red and leaking tip, and groans.

“You can taste it later,” Bucky tells him roughly. “Just gotta get off quick. Wasn’t plannin’ this, then you had to hump me in your sleep, got me hard.”

“Sorry,” Steve mumbles.

“Don’t apologize,” Bucky tells him firmly. “I fucking love it. I love that you’re a needy, horny little slut. I want you crawling into my lap at all hours of the day to hump yourself silly on my stomach. It’s fucking hot. Don’t apologize for it.”

Steve blushes, avoiding Bucky’s gaze. Bucky grabs his jaw, forcing him to look up, then kisses him. Steve whines into the kiss, then reaches between them and touches Bucky’s dick. Bucky growls as Steve rubs the tip with his thumbs, inexpertly moving his hands up and down like Bucky is. Bucky’s fist flies much faster than Steve’s, and Steve has to look down, panting, to watch him touch himself.

“So fucking pretty,” Bucky growls, “mine, my little Omega.”

Steve moans, rolling his dick against Bucky’s balls. He’s not even big enough to rub against Bucky’s shaft, but he loves it. Bucky is touching himself to Steve. Bucky is succumbing to lust because of him. It’s an awful sin as far as he’d ever been taught, to bring lust to another person’s mind, to encourage them to act on it, but he loves it. He’d brought Bucky to such lust, he had to commit the most awful sin and bite Steve before marriage, and Bucky is still feeling lust for him. Bucky will not hurt him, he will protect him, and he’ll even let Steve enjoy their couplings. Lust is every bit as tempting as he’d been taught, but Bucky threatens none of the consequences.

To be fair, Bucky is a pagan, so was already lost. Steve has been led astray by him so easily, so perhaps Bucky is right; perhaps the teachings of his father’s God were wrong. 

Bucky comes onto Steve with a deep growl. Steve shivers as it hits his chest and belly. Bucky kisses him again, then wipes up his seed and rubs it into Steve’s skin like lotion. Steve trembles, cock throbbing against Bucky’s balls, as he’s marked in such a vulgar manner. Bucky rubs his own spend into Steve’s scent gland and the fresh mating scar, before nipping at it and kissing his mouth again. 

“Can I come?” Steve asks in a desperate whisper.

Bucky smiles. “Oh, the needs of young boys,” he chuckles. “You be quick, sweetheart.”

Steve puts his hand on his cock, like Bucky had done. Bucky guides him, murmuring soft praise as Steve strokes himself. He comes quickly, in just a few touches and with a shudder, soaking Bucky’s lap in his slick. Bucky gives him a long, hard kiss.

“Marking me up, too, huh, princess?” he murmurs.

“Mine,” Steve says savagely. “My Daddy.”

Bucky grins. “Yeah, baby boy,” he chuckles. “Just yours.”

Bucky lifts him up, getting off the bed. Steve is shaking still, and Bucky supports him. Steve doesn’t put on the layers of robes from earlier. Bucky has something else for him, new clothes that must have been brought in while Steve was asleep. Steve shivers at the thought that someone might have seen him, unwed but naked in the lap of an Alpha, reeking of lust and newly bonded, and the shame excites him.

“Alright, calm down, little boy,” Bucky tells him with a laugh as he pats Steve’s stiff prick using a loving hand; it draws a whine out of Steve and Bucky just smirks. “You only get so many orgasms without me in you before it starts to become unfair,” he warns, winking at him.

Steve nods quickly, understanding. His dick only goes to half-mast. Bucky smirks at it.

The new outfit is nothing like what Omegas from Brooklyn or their neighbors wear; Steve has to put on trousers and a tunic, both extremely soft wool, each a deep shade of brown with rich royal purple undertones, then a belted doublet made of quilted red silk embroidered in gold, like an Alpha but stopping midway up his thighs rather than at his knees. Then brown leather and gold-buckled ankle boots, plus a fur sleeveless coat, which reaches the ground. It would be very similar to what Alphas wear in Brooklyn, if it weren’t for the split in the back of the trousers held by buttons, which opened up all the way to the wearer’s rump. The tunic also exposes Steve’s neck, stopping below the collarbone in a scoop neckline, and the doublet’s square neckline, trimmed in more of the purple-brown with more gold embroidery, is even lower. All of the embroidery resembles corded, braided ropes woven into intricate knots. The belt Bucky gives him is adorned with a gold buckle and a golden end piece. Bucky loops the belt through the buckle, then ties it over itself just to the right side of the buckle. Bucky also gives him an open torc like the one he’s wearing, gold and set with rubies and emeralds, capped with the heads of cats, their jaws open and teeth bared. After he’s completely dressed, Bucky dons his linen shirt again.

“Your hair is a mess,” Bucky says, plucking a clasp from Steve’s braids.

Steve reaches up, realizing that his ceremonial braids had been disturbed by their intercourse. He blushes.

“Can you summon one of my chambermaids?” he asks instead of thinking about sin. “I can’t go out with them like this.”

Bucky nods. He sweeps Steve off his feet, then carries him into the next room. He deposits him in a chair, then kisses his cheek before going to ring the bell for service.

A servant comes and bows to Bucky, like they would for Joseph. Bucky is the new King, Steve is reminded. He smiles a bit.

“Send for one of the Omega Prince’s chambermaids to fix his hair,” Bucky orders. “Quickly.”

The servant hurries off. Steve covers his mouth with a hand. The entire staff will know within twenty minutes. Bucky then squeezes into the chair with him, pulling Steve into his lap. He nuzzles into Steve’s neck, marking him, which has Steve’s mind clearing of worries, so he smiles and bares his throat. 

While Bucky’s rubbing his face into Steve’s neck, he lifts his right hand and considers the two rings he wears, his family ring that he’s always had, and the ring representing his pledge of chastity that his parents had given him when the doctors first predicted he’d be an Omega. Then he lifts his other hand and plucks both rings off. Bucky switches to the other side of his neck and Steve just tosses the family and purity ring into the fire. They’re sterling silver, the fire probably won’t be hot enough to melt them, but they’ll get buried in the ashes and thrown away. Steve smiles to himself while Bucky presses a lingering kiss beneath his jaw near his ear.

A maid and Steve’s governess arrive promptly. They introduce themselves and Lady Carter glares daggers at Bucky, though her face is stony. Steve hides his gaze from her, pressing into Bucky’s neck.

“You’re not needed,” Bucky tells Lady Carter. “Off you go.”

She leaves with a stiff bow. The chambermaid is tense, but she removes Steve’s circlet and begins fixing his braids as he sits in Bucky’s lap, facing him. She goes to add a wedding braid and Steve stops her.

“It’s not proper yet,” he scolds her.

She bites her lip. Steve glares at her, daring her silently to challenge him. He doesn’t care if Bucky’s already bonded him, he’s not going to lie about their status.

“Yes, Your Highness,” she mumbles.

She weaves a betrothal braid into his hair instead.

“Finished?” Bucky asks.

“Yes, my King,” the maid answers quickly, bowing.

“You may go then,” Bucky says, waving a hand.

She leaves quickly, leaving a faint scent of fear. Steve picks up his circlet and puts it back on. Bucky brushes a gentle hand over Steve’s braided hair.

“I suppose I should have taken this down completely to really defile you,” he murmurs with a smirk. “Ah, well.”

Steve presses into him. “Don’t mess them up,” he mumbles.

Sometime later, one of Bucky’s servants arrives to tell them the feast is ready. Bucky stands, but puts Steve back in the chair. 

“Wait there,” he says.

Steve waits. Bucky crosses to where he’s left his armor and heavy fur cloak, then swings the cloak around his shoulders and fastens it. He turns back to Steve, crosses to him, and scoops him back out of the chair. Steve hides his face in Bucky’s neck, entirely too embarrassed to show it to anyone. Bucky carries him like that, cradled against his hip and holding him by a hand tucked between his legs, to the ground floor and the Great Hall, where the sound of music and cheering and the smack of flagons on wood can be heard. 

Steve peeks out from his hiding place as guards open the grand doors to the hall; Bucky strides in and the cheering increases tenfold as everyone stands, waving mugs of beer and applauding. Mostly everyone. A few of Steve’s people stand and clap, but they don't look happy. His parents, seated at the top table on either side of the throne, are some of them.

Bucky waves a hand and silence cuts in. Steve bites his lip.

“Today,” Bucky calls, his booming voice echoing through the hall, “we celebrate another land taken peacefully into the house of Barnes! Long live the Empire!”

“Long live the Empire!” hundreds of people cheer back.

“And we celebrate!” Bucky adds, cutting off the cheers again. “We celebrate my new mate! May he bear my children healthy, fierce, and strong!”

The cheers double again. Steve hides his face in shame as his people turn their heads away. Bucky cheers with his kind, carrying on to the top table. Servants pull the throne back and he sits. He keeps Steve in his lap. Steve feels the eyes of everyone, especially his parents, on him, and he refuses to look out.

“Let the feasting begin!” Bucky shouts.

Steve peeks. Servants appear carrying trays, serving first the top table, then as the table fills, they stream out to the guests below. Bucky reaches out for a goblet, filled with wine, and offers it to Steve. 

“Drink, princess,” he says in a smug tone.

Steve hears his father make a derisive sound. Steve, his face and ears red, accepts the cup pressed to his lips and drinks. Bucky holds it for him, doesn't let Steve take it.

“Your son is a delight,” Bucky says abruptly, not taking his eyes off Steve. “A sweet, albeit rather naïve boy. I thank you for him.”

“I'm sure you would have taken him regardless,” Joseph says in a barely concealed venomous tone.

Bucky smirks. “I had no need to take him, by force or otherwise,” he says, tapping the goblet against Steve’s lips. “He quite willingly threw himself on me; rather like you did with your country.”

Steve whines and hides his face, shame overwhelming him. His father scoffs and Bucky laughs. Steve can only imagine how his mother looks.

“And quite a sight it was,” Bucky continues, apparently sparing Steve no mercy. “Do you know, he begged for a candle to fuck his pretty cunt before he even thought to ask for my knot. How cruel your people must be that a young Omega can't even finger themselves before marriage.”

“We think of it as a responsibility to protect their souls more than indulging their earthly temptations,” Joseph says stiffly. “You’ve made him a sinful whore.”

Steve whimpers, hating that awful word coming from his father’s mouth when he'd loved it coming from Bucky. Bucky shushes him and cups his chin, prying his face from the crook of his neck.

“A beautiful, shining example of a whore,” Bucky says, then kisses Steve’s mouth. “I quite think I'm in love.”

Steve looks up at him, feeling terrible and small, but Bucky pinches his cheek gently and smiles at him. Steve makes a pathetic noise and presses closer to hide in his neck, seeking comfort in his Alpha’s scent and warmth.

“I am glad for you,” Joseph says, sounding anything but. “Since you’ve claimed him already, the wedding is canceled. It would be a disgrace, a farce.”

“Oh, but I do love a party,” Bucky counters. “Not to worry, this wedding shall go on in full pomp and circumstance.”

Joseph huffs. Bucky kisses Steve’s hair and nudges a spoon against his cheek. Steve lifts his head to see mushrooms and barley. He accepts it into his mouth, chews and swallows, and Bucky purrs.

“Good boy,” he says softly. “Look at that lovely mouth. So pretty, Stevie.”

Something clatters beside them. Steve can't tear his eyes away from Bucky to look.

“Careful, Sarah,” Bucky warns, “that wine is a hundred years old.”

“Of course, my Liege,” Sarah responds stiffly.

Bucky offers Steve a bite of roast game. Steve eats it, sucking the juices clean from Bucky’s fingers.

“Beautiful,” Bucky murmurs. “Good boy, princess.”

Steve hides his face again, sure everyone is watching and judging him. He was weak, he had given in to Bucky’s sinful desires, and he deserves this awful feeling. 

Well, it’s partially awful. And quite a bit exciting. (In fact, he has to keep reminding himself that this should feel terrible, as it is humiliating, but thinking over and over again that it should doesn’t erase the way he feels a thrum of heat just under his skin.)

Bucky sweeps his hand inside Steve’s thigh and squeezes. Steve gasps out a sudden groan; something between an eager purr and an embarrassed squeak. He quickly stifles it in Bucky’s shoulder, his cock now achingly hard once more. He can feel his cunt dripping Bucky’s seed more than his own slick; his hole is loose and won’t close as tight as it would’ve the night before. He whimpers and shifts, squeezing his thighs together. Fluid far too viscous to be his own smears over his taint and balls.

“Pretty darling,” Bucky says softly. “You mustn’t squirm too much, you'll tempt me to have you again, and I want to have us both fed before we expend much more energy.”

Steve winces and nods. “Sorry, Alpha,” he whispers bashfully.

“Not your fault, bunny,” Bucky says, tracing his fingers over Steve’s cheek, “I know you can't help it; Omegas like you, you're just always preoccupied with the next time you can get a knot in your wet cunts. I'll give you it just as soon as we finish eating.”

Steve goes red with another blush, but nods despite his embarrassment.

“Must you be so openly lewd?” Joseph interrupts. “Everyone can see you. It’s bad enough you claimed him before marriage, can you at least keep up appearances?”

“That would be a lie, then,” Bucky answers. “I'm sure your people find lies as morally repugnant as we do.”

“Not nearly as repugnant as his behavior,” Joseph snaps.

Steve has the decency to choke up with guilt. He makes himself as small as possible in Bucky’s lap.

“But his behavior is so beautiful,” Bucky says, sliding a finger across Steve’s jaw to make him look up again. “I'll be glad to encourage it.”

“Of course you will,” Joseph growls, “such heathens.”

“Remember, it was your son that fell to his knees at my feet within moments of meeting me,” Bucky says, pulling Steve’s face up to smirk at him.

Steve swallows, his face hot. Bucky taps his cheek with a finger.

“If I'm a heathen, what is he?” Bucky muses.

“An Omega,” Joseph snaps. “Weak-willed and stupid.”

“Perhaps,” Bucky says with a hum.

Steve ducks his gaze, close to tears. Bucky lifts his chin and kisses his forehead.

“I don’t think a cock-stupid Omega is anything to scoff at," he says, “Stevie especially. He’s such a good, stupid little whore. He knows exactly what his purpose is. Don’t you, baby boy?”

Steve glances up, swallowing nervously. Bucky smiles, giving him an encouraging nod.

“Yes, Alpha,” Steve whispers, too shameful to say anything else but too eager for more praise to disagree.

“Yes,” Bucky muses, his smile widening. “Good boy. My silly little boy. You are an eager slut, but that’s exactly what you're meant to be. All the Old Gods, the ones older and more powerful than your father’s god, they sculpted you to be this way.”

Steve clears his throat nervously. Joseph huffs. Bucky kisses Steve’s mouth, then grips his cock over his trousers and squeezes it. Steve moans as his belly jumps in pleasure, and he rocks his dick into Bucky’s grip. Bucky takes his hand away and Steve lets out a growl.

“All in good time, little one,” Bucky says, offering him another bite of meat. “Eat up. You need fat on you before your first proper heat, so you can conceive.”

Steve just eats. Bucky gives him more wine, then bread smeared with a soft cheese. Steve moans at the rich taste, swallows and chases Bucky’s fingers. Bucky chuckles and kisses his forehead.

“I would say your sex-negative culture turns out the perfect Omegas,” Bucky says, “I'm sure Steve won’t be the only boy denied of his needs to turn his back on your backwards concept of morals so quickly.”

Joseph doesn't say anything, just sighs. Bucky feeds Steve tart cherry tomatoes, sliced in half and dipped in sweet vinegar. 

“I rather think your little country will be a perfect addition to my empire,” Bucky continues, “quite precisely because of how mistreated your Omegas are. I think I shall rescue the poor souls from this place, those that wish to come, and the rest of you may stay here to rot. Worship your god of denial and misery until your children all flee to better lands.”

Steve is a little startled; that seems somewhat extreme, but Bucky just carries on feeding him.

Beside them, Joseph doesn’t answer. Steve doesn’t look at him again.

The hall is filled with music, bards playing songs Steve’s never heard with instruments he’s never seen. His people, for the most part, sit at their tables with distaste and often revulsion in their eyes, following the example of Joseph. The rest of the hall, more than two-thirds of the occupants, clang their flagons together and shout and throw food, though none of it falls on the floor. When the plates are empty, Bucky’s people rise from their seats and begin banging the tables with their fists and weapons and flagons, cheering as the music becomes faster and louder.

Bucky waves to them and they cheer at an even higher volume. Steve is startled when Bucky stands, but Bucky holds onto him. He carries Steve in a cradle away from the top table and onto the dancing area in front of the raised top table. The bards bring the music up again and the people bang their flagons louder; Steve can hardly hear himself think. Bucky tosses Steve up and onto his shoulder, surprising him again and he gasps, and holds a hand up.

Suddenly the hall is silent. Steve feels precarious perched on Bucky’s shoulder, and grabs fistfuls of his hair and cloak to steady himself.

“My friends!” Bucky calls. “My warriors, my soldiers, and my new subjects! Today we thank the Old Gods for this blessed victory, won through diplomacy and not bloodshed! Each of us who set sail will return home. For this, we rejoice!”

Cheers erupt again. Bucky waves a hand until it dies down.

“To thank the gods that our Empire has this new land, we shall water the ground with sweat and seed!” Bucky cries out; Steve jolts, looking at Bucky in shock. “My brethren, to mark the union of this land of Brooklyn and our Empire, I have taken a mate! May the Gods bless both him and our Empire with a bountiful harvest!”

The cheers sound again, people scream their hails, and the music starts, now with loud drums and trumpets and fast stringed instruments. Steve looks around in confusion, until he sees servants in Northern garb carrying in a sort of bench. He tries to get Bucky’s attention, but fails, as Bucky is focused on the crowd. The servants set the bench somewhere in front of Bucky, then Bucky tosses Steve off his shoulder and lays him on his back on the bench.

“Here we are, sweetheart,” Bucky says softly, nearly inaudible in the cries of the crowd and the music. “I suppose I forgot to mention this would be definitely happening tonight .”

“How convenient,” Steve exhales, his breath coming quickly. “But what – what exactly is happening?”

(Oh, but he knows. It’s obvious.)

Bucky puts his hands on Steve’s waist and then cups his hips, leaning in close. “It’s our tradition,” he says in a purr. “I know I did say something about taking you over the throne earlier, but this is close.”

Steve gasps, his eyes widening. “You can’t possibly –” he stammers. “That’s – This is –”

Bucky hushes him, cupping his cheek. “It’s alright, princess,” he says, “you belong to my house now, so the laws of your father’s house have no bearing on your actions now. Our coupling here, in front of all our guests, is a display to the Old Gods of our commitment to peace and prosperity; not just in our marriage, but between all states of my empire. Do you understand?”

Steve licks his lips, his heart pounding. Bucky presses even closer, his hips aligning with Steve’s rump, and presenting his arousal by rubbing against him. Bucky strokes his cheek and brushes back his hair.

“You’re so beautiful, Stevie,” Bucky murmurs, “especially embarrassed like this. Don’t worry, the thrill of being watched will make it even more enjoyable than this afternoon.”

“You promise?” Steve whispers, grabbing onto Bucky’s wrists.

Bucky smiles warmly down at him. “Of course,” he says. “Everyone here will be watching you, they’ll all wish that they were in my place, taking your body for their pleasure. They’ll all want to be your Alpha. Or they’ll wish to be you, sweet boy; they’ll be jealous of us, one way or another.”

Steve licks his lips again, his belly shivering.

“That’s one of the best feelings in the world,” Bucky tells him in a near-silent whisper. “Everyone will wish to have a taste of your sweet cunt, but only I will get it, won’t I?”

Steve quickly nods. Bucky’s other hand drifts down his chest, to his trousers, where he begins to loosen the ties.

“Good boy,” Bucky murmurs.

Steve blows his breath out and nods again as he feels his cunt clench on itself and leak slick. Bucky grins, bending over him to kiss him. Steve pulls his legs back and frames Bucky’s waist with them. Bucky gets his trousers undone, then tugs them down and off his body. 

Steve shivers, exposed to the air, but Bucky doesn’t stop there. He grabs the belt around his waist and tugs it open, then he grabs both Steve’s doublet and tunic and shoves them up to his armpits. Steve gasps as he’s exposed to the room, though he barely registers the thousands of eyes watching, the people cheering; he’s fixated on Bucky.

“So pretty, baby boy,” Bucky says, stroking his hands over Steve’s now bare waist. “You’re blushing beautifully. You’re doing so well for me. Lift up so I can get this off.”

Steve shivers again, purely from the praise. He pushes up to his elbows, then sits up and raises his arms. Bucky removes his tunic and doublet, the belt still hanging from loops in it. He tosses the clothes aside, then yanks open his belt and tasset to toss them out of the way. Steve lays down again and spreads his legs over the raised seat of the bench. Bucky tucks in closer, then pushes his fingers between Steve’s legs, immediately finding his hole and forcing them inside. Steve gasps, curling his toes, and Bucky grins as he nuzzles into Steve’s neck. He kisses their bonding bite and Steve bites his lip, squirming below him. 

“Your people’s strange customs are fascinating,” Bucky says, catching Steve’s face and making him look to the side. “I see many of your folk that look disquieted.”

Steve nods, registering faces with scowls or other looks of disgust. Different nobles from his father’s court, rich merchants, they all stare with wide eyes, clearly mortified to be seeing this act of depravity. 

“I do hope you don’t feel as uncomfortable as they look,” Bucky says, turning Steve’s head to face him again. “I want you to enjoy yourself, my love.”

“I am embarrassed,” Steve admits softly, “but not so much that it would prevent me from performing.”

Bucky smiles. He pinches Steve’s cheek and pecks his forehead.

“That little bit of embarrassment is enhancing your pleasure, is it not?” he asks.

Steve nods as he admits it to himself, as well as to Bucky. Bucky chuckles, spreading his fingers in Steve’s hole. Three fingers fit easily, and Bucky spends little time in fingering him; he pulls his hand free from between Steve’s legs after only a few moments, instead taking hold of his cock to press the tip of it against his hole.

“You’re so lovely, my sweet,” Bucky murmurs, his nose brushing Steve’s. “I’m so proud to have you as my own.”

Steve just nods, at a loss for words. Bucky kisses him, fierce and demanding, and Steve pulls his legs farther open as Bucky pushes his cock inside him. Steve grabs onto his shoulders and hair, clings to Bucky, lets out fluttering moans as his dick fills him. It’s better than that afternoon, their first time, and he loves every inch of it. He’s even gladder now that this afternoon happened, as he’d be a mess if he had to do this in front of everyone for his very first time. 

Once his cock is fully seated inside Steve’s hole, Bucky growls against his mouth. Steve pulls his head back, exposing his throat, and Bucky quickly ducks down to kiss and bite at his neck. Steve tips his head to the side, looking out into the crowd. He sees the High Priest, Father Alexander, and accidentally makes eye contact. 

Father Alexander curls his lip in disapproval and crosses himself, turning away. Bucky bites into Steve’s scent gland, enough to bruise it but not pierce it, just as Steve watches Father Alexander turn, and a jolt of pleasure has Steve moaning again, high and loud. 

The bards are playing quick music, heavy with drums. Steve’s heartbeat goes faster than the pace of the music, his blood roaring through his body as Bucky starts to thrust into him, smacking their hips together in time with the quick drumbeat. The music is too loud for the sounds of their bodies to be heard, for Steve’s breathless moans to carry to the audience, or Bucky whispering nonstop in his ear. There are still cheers, Bucky’s people clap and sing. Steve’s people look away. 

“You’re doing so well, darling,” Bucky says against Steve’s ear, breath hot and heavy. “Daddy’s so proud of you, so pleased with you, your lovely little hole feels so wonderful on my cock, darling boy.”

“I’m good, Daddy?” Steve begs, rolling his hips so his prick rubs against Bucky. “Tell me, Daddy, please?”

“You’re such a good boy,” Bucky purrs for him. “So good for me, pretty boy, a perfect little plaything for Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy, please,” Steve gasps, shutting his eyes tight. “I need you, I need you, Daddy, I’m a good Omega…?”

“The perfect Omega!” Bucky says, laughing and growling at the same time. “Such a tight squeeze on my cock, sweetheart, you are the perfect Omega.”

“Yes, yes,” Steve groans. “Daddy –”

Bucky growls in his ear again, hands gripping Steve’s waist hard. Steve shouts; sort of a yowl, sort of a moan, rocking his hips and prick against Bucky’s body, tensing his thighs and his core as Bucky’s cock assaults his hole. He opens his eyes again, glancing out at the crowd watching them, and moans again, letting his head fall back as his eyes shut once more.

“Daddy, ‘m so close,” Steve whines, “please, I wanna come, Daddy!”

“Then come, precious,” Bucky says in his ear, “go on, come for Daddy, show everyone how much you love your Alpha’s cock.”

Steve’s gut clenches; he cries out again, digging his fingers into Bucky’s shoulders, as his orgasm bursts from him. He sobs through it, his voice drowned out by the cheers of Bucky’s kinsfolk in the crowd while the drums crescendo. They know, they can tell he’s just orgasmed, so they play the music louder and the whole hall cheers harder. His orgasm swells in response to the noise and approval from the crowd. Steve squeezes his thighs tight around Bucky’s waist, Bucky snarls, quickens his hips, and moments later, as Steve’s orgasm is shifting into overstimulation, he comes, too. Steve whimpers as he feels warm seed flood his body, then jolts when Bucky’s knot locks them together and rubs into his prostate. Bucky nips at his scent gland, scraping his teeth across it, then kisses him again. He stills, just holding Steve as they kiss, and the music quickens to a crescendo and a stop as the cheers double.

“Good boy,” Bucky murmurs.

Steve nods, feeling exhausted. Bucky hauls Steve up from the bench, lifting him against his chest. Steve gasps as Bucky’s dick sinks a little deeper inside him, but Bucky cradles him with a hand at his back and one under his ass. Someone comes up behind Steve, in front of Bucky, and Bucky gets a cloak from them, which he spreads over Steve’s back. Steve shivers again, nuzzling into Bucky’s neck; his gaze is hooded by his low eyelids, his lips slightly parted as he exhales through them. Bucky also takes a goblet of wine, which he holds up for a toast.

“To the Gods!” he shouts.

“To the Gods!” echoes the crowd in another crescendo.

Steve bites his lip.

“To your Gods,” he whispers.

He’s not sure if Bucky hears.

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4: You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish which ‘til now has been silent… (I am now to be prey for his lust for flesh!)

Bucky drinks to the toast, then helps Steve drink before he hands off the wine. Steve clings to him as Bucky marches out of the hall, the cheers and applause never slowing as they exit. Steve, his body exhausted to the bone while his head is filled with an amorous sort of fog, peeks out and watches the great doors fall shut, then the bellows of the feasting crowd are cut to murmurs.

Bucky puts a hand to the back of Steve’s neck and squeezes. Steve feels sudden pleasure and calm flood his body again, a shiver goes down his spine. He moans, his voice deep and hardly audible even in the wide stone halls. His eyes flit shut and he presses his face into Bucky’s neck again.

“You did so well, Stevie,” Bucky says. “I’m so proud of you.”

Steve shivers again. He nuzzles Bucky and nips at his collarbone, but says nothing. Bucky chuckles and pats the back of his head before putting his hand at the small of his back again.

There are others walking with them, though Steve doesn’t dare look. Bucky says nothing and the others follow in silence, from the ground floor and the great hall up to the King’s Wing on the 9th floor. Once back in the grand sitting room, Bucky drops into an armchair, settling Steve, still stuck on his knot, in his lap. 

“Bank the fire,” Bucky tells someone.

A servant, probably, obeys the request. Steve looks out towards the fireplace and watches the servant add wood and stoke the flames. Once it rises to a blaze, the servant retreats.

“You may go,” someone else says.

The servant bows and leaves. Steve looks over his shoulder, watching one of the others put a bar over the exit.

He now sees that there are five people in the room with them. One dark-skinned and dark-haired man, he sits nearby and Steve catches his scent to be a Beta. Two are light-skinned blonde men, one with shoulder-length hair and one whose hair is cropped short. And the other two are pale women with red hair; both of them, though one’s hair is darker in hue. Another dark-skinned woman stands by the door, her hair a large cloud of black curls with a single white streak, dressed head to toe in brigandine armor, including a hood and a mask over her nose and mouth, while her eyes have a streak of black and an internal line of white from temple to temple. Each of the others wears armor akin to Bucky’s of earlier, and none of the women’s hair is braided up the way Omega women in Steve’s culture minimize theirs, but tied back in similar fashions to the men. One of them brought Steve’s clothes and Bucky’s armor with them and put them on the dining table across the room.

“My pet,” Bucky murmurs to Steve, resting a hand on the back of his neck. “These are my captains of the army; Natasha, Wanda, Samuel, Clint, and Thor. And over there is the captain of my personal guard, Domino.”

Each waves or nods. 

“‘Sup,” Domino says, saluting lazily with just two fingers.

Natasha, the woman that had barred the door, takes a seat. Domino remains standing, a hand on her sword at her hip. Clint then sits in Natasha’s lap, somehow managing to fit despite being much larger than her. Wanda sits next to them while Sam takes an armchair and Thor takes another couch. 

Steve just waves, unsure if Omegas in Bucky’s culture speak to Alphas other than their own or their fathers or brothers.

“My captains are very close to me,” Bucky goes on. “You may think of them as family.”

Steve just nods, still unsure. He is still naked beneath the cloak, still seated on Bucky’s cock, though his knot is softening. He turns his face away and presses into Bucky’s neck, embarrassed. Bucky cups the back of his head and holds him close.

“How were your in-laws?” one of the two light-skinned women asks; Steve peeks out again to see it was Natasha.

“Enchanting,” Bucky says with a laugh.

“Enchanting like they were awful or enchanting like they were boring?” Clint asks.

“Awful,” Bucky answers, stroking Steve’s hair.

“I’m very sorry for you,” Clint then says, looking directly at Steve.

Steve doesn’t know what to say to that, so he just smiles tightly and nods.

“He’s quite shy,” Natasha adds, clucking her tongue.

“It’s precious,” Bucky says, grinning down at him.

Steve smiles a little, then rubs his cheek against Bucky’s shoulder to mark himself.

“Wish this one was a little more reverent,” Natasha says, tugging on Clint’s ear, earning a yelp from him. “He’s just a brat.”

“Gods made him yours for that exact reason,” Sam throws in, laughing. “No one else would be able to handle him.”

“I don’t need handling,” Clint argues.

Natasha squeezes the back of Clint’s neck and he slumps against her shoulder, purring loudly. The others laugh. Steve looks at the two of them, now wondering if Clint is an Omega. He’s never met another male Omega. And if Clint is a male Omega, then Natasha must be a female Alpha, but he’s never met a female Alpha other than Lady Carter, either.

“Better not let your mate spend much time with Clint,” Sam tells Bucky, “you’ll end up with a brat of your own.”

Steve widens his eyes, mortified, and turns to press against Bucky hastily as he tries to hold back an upset whine. Bucky just laughs, patting Steve’s shoulder.

“I never found brattiness in an Omega unbecoming, and I shan’t if Steve choses to act that way,” Bucky says. “However, he’s far too eager to please to be like Clint.”

“Fuck you guys,” Clint grumbles.

Steve peeks out, fascinated with Clint’s behavior. If he is in fact an Omega, Steve would expect such language to be met with harsh punishment, let alone his apparent brattiness. Natasha only smiles and scruffs Clint, lacking the sort of anger an Alpha ought to have if their mate was acting disrespectfully as Clint is doing.

“Tell me what you learned today,” Bucky asks, seemingly of the group at large. “Wanda?”

Wanda clears her throat first, sitting upright. “They have little trust in herbs and medicine,” she says, “and very few doctors or physicians. They believe in faith-healing. They also believe many simple illnesses and disorders to be the cause of demonic possession or sinfulness.”

Steve frowns, unsure what she means by that. What illnesses, what disorders? And what medicine did his people not use that wasn’t based on witchcraft?

“Disheartening,” Bucky says heavily. “I care little for their religion as it is. What else?”

“Their hospital is filled mostly with patients we can easily treat,” Wanda continues. “Many have minor mental divergences or traumas that can be accommodated quite simply. The hospital is also tied to the church and staff are mostly priests and other clergy; few are actually medically trained, and those that are, lack more than just basic knowledge. There is an asylum that contains many patients who would be perfectly able to participate fully in society given the correct accommodations; epileptics, trauma patients, several autistic children and adults, the like. I recommend we encourage the mentally divergent and differently abled to expatriate, and in the meantime, replace the staff at all of their hospitals and the asylum with our own.”

Steve looks at her, quite confused. He doesn’t know what she means by mental divergence or differently able, nor what additional medical training their priests don’t already have.

“I have seen much of the same attitudes amongst their soldiers,” Thor then speaks. “Many soldiers hampered by shock, it seems, are said to be possessed by demons. Those accused of possession are put through a kind of torture called exorcism or held in the asylum.”

Steve just shakes his head, very confused. An exorcism is tantamount to torture according to the Northerners?

“That can be dealt with,” Bucky says, sighing, “though I’m sure they won’t like it. What is the state of their military?”

“Reasonably sized for the country,” Thor says. “Largely infantry.”

“They have no cavalry,” Sam cuts in. “They ride horses for hunting, but not for war.”

“What isn’t infantry is divided between machine-men and archers,” Clint then speaks. “Their archers all are trained in short and longbows, no crossbows.”

“Hm,” Bucky says, absently stroking Steve’s hair. “Carry on.”

“Their captains are no strategic geniuses,” Thor says. “Fairly average, I’d say.”

Steve isn’t sure if that’s true, but he supposes it must be coming from a captain of the House of Barnes. He ought to be somewhat offended, but it seems silly to take offense since they’ve already surrendered, without a fight no less.

“They have no espionage,” Natasha says. “Whatsoever, not even secretly.”

“None at all?” Bucky asks. “Odd.”

Steve has absolutely no clue what espionage is. He wants to ask, but holds his tongue.

“I suppose that’s why they were so frantic when we arrived,” Natasha adds. “I expect they had no early warning.”

“Perhaps,” Bucky muses. “I had expected at least some attempts to defend themselves. I thought Joseph simply incompetent.”

Steve accidentally snorts, failing to hold it in. He quickly covers his mouth and hides his face, heart hammering.

“Do you agree?” Bucky asks of him with mirth in his voice, settling his hand at the back of Steve’s neck.

Steve blusters for a second, still not sure if he should speak. He just nods instead.

“Perhaps that is the case then,” Bucky says, squeezing Steve’s neck absently. “What luck for us.”

“Indeed,” Thor says.

“What I gleaned of their religion from my afternoon with my new Omega is less than promising,” Bucky then says. “Confirmed by the ever so pleasant conversation with Joseph at the feast. The queen hardly said a word, so I’m not sure if she is aligned with her husband or secretly disapproves.”

Steve bites his lip, heartbeat picking up. He lifts a hand slightly, tuning out of the conversation as it continues as he instead contemplates speaking. Clint had spoken, and often, and it wasn’t met with punishment. So Steve tugs on Bucky’s tunic to catch his attention.

“Yes, my sweet?” Bucky says at once, cupping Steve’s cheek as he sits up. “What is it?”

“My mother is aligned with my father,” Steve whispers, quietly, just to Bucky. “She said nothing because it’s inappropriate for an Omega or Beta to speak in front of Alphas without invitation.”

Bucky lifts his eyebrows. There’s silence for a moment, just the sound of the fire crackling.

“Well, how’s about that,” Bucky murmurs, glancing beyond Steve. “It’s inappropriate for an Omega or a Beta to even speak in front an Alpha without invitation. ”

“Well, whoops,” Clint says, then laughs.

“How odd,” Thor comments, shaking his head. “What is considered invitation?”

Steve glances at Bucky, biting his lip. Bucky nods, gesturing him on.

“A direct question,” Steve says then, looking at Thor’s hands resting on his armrest. “Typically, an Alpha will say the Omega or the Beta’s name and that’s how you know you’re allowed to speak. But once you’ve said what you were asked and the Alpha begins talking again, you’re supposed to be silent.”

“That’s stupid,” Clint blurts.

“That’s the Consort’s culture,” Natasha snaps, tugging on Clint’s ear. “Be respectful.”

“Sorry,” Clint says to Steve. “I just – I can’t imagine not being allowed to participate in a conversation?”

Steve just shrugs, looking at him. He doesn’t know what to say. He can’t imagine speaking as freely as an Alpha would. He honestly has no clue what he would even say.

“So, your mother agrees with the King?” Bucky asks, bringing Steve to look at him again. “There’s no chance she might rebel?”

Steve hesitates, thinking it over. He sighs, shrugging his shoulders.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “She has no reason to. It’s not like she’s going to leave the King’s house like I’m leaving it. Your laws don’t apply to her the way they apply to me now.”

“That’s not quite true,” Bucky says with a frown.

“What do you mean?” Steve asks, now confused again.

“Well, I’ve taken over,” Bucky reminds him. “Any laws of the previous monarchy that contradict my laws are now void. We do have laws protecting the freedom and independence of Omegas and Betas.”

Steve opens his mouth, but doesn’t yet have words. He shakes his head, thinking for a moment. 

“What sort of laws?” he asks, as he can’t think of any in his kingdom that restrict an Omega or a Beta’s natural freedom.

“What sort of laws,” Bucky repeats, exhaling. “The right to work, the right to equal pay, the right to child care, the right to divorce and alimony, there are many. Such as the right to speak whenever one wants to.”

Steve shakes his head, unsure again. Bucky frowns, then thins his lips.

“And I suppose that as far as you’re aware, such rights seem inappropriate?” he asks.

Steve grimaces, then nods. “It’s not really natural, is it?” he whispers.

Bucky shakes his head. “I’m sure you’ve been taught many things about social structures and liberty that will disagree with what my empire mandates,” he says. “The legalities are of no concern of yours, your duty now as my Consort doesn’t include that.”

“You did promise Joseph could be the steward,” Natasha points out. “He could attempt to withhold Beta and Omega rights as your laws demand.”

“True,” Bucky muses. “Luckily, there is nothing preventing me from changing my mind. I’ll allow Joseph to believe he’ll remain in control of Brooklyn for the time being. When we’re prepared to leave, I’ll install my own governor and remove him from power.”

“But you promised,” Steve cuts in, sitting upright.

Bucky raises his eyebrows. Steve falters, realizing that he’s questioning his Alpha. Bucky just smiles at him and cups his cheek, petting him with a gentle thumb.

“I did,” he says, “but I do not owe it to your father to keep that promise if he will undermine my laws.”

“But a trade was made,” Steve whispers, hoping his words sound like a question and not a rebuke. “If you break your end, he –”

“He can what?” Bucky cuts in. “Take you from me?”

Steve hesitates, though that’s exactly what Joseph will do if Bucky breaks his word. He’s not sure what his father would do with him, since he’s now spoiled and very publicly so, but he knows that Joseph won’t give him away for free.

But Bucky just smiles. He cups the back of Steve’s neck again and pulls him into a soft, slow kiss. Steve whines softly, holding onto Bucky’s shoulders tightly. He doesn’t want to go back. He likes being Bucky’s mate. His chest tightens with anxiety at the thought of losing his Alpha, but Bucky just purrs to him softly, claiming his mouth with a firm touch.

Bucky breaks the kiss and then holds Steve close, their noses and foreheads still touching. Steve looks up, making eye contact. Bucky strokes his cheek again.

“Do you want to leave me?” he asks.

“Of course not,” Steve insists quickly. “I love you, Alpha. But my father –”

“If you don’t want to leave me, then you won’t,” Bucky says simply. “You are free to make your own choices.”

Steve shakes his head. “If you break the conditions of our engagement, my father will force me to leave,” he whispers. “Even if I want to stay…”

Bucky doesn’t seem concerned. He laughs, shaking his head.

“Would it make you feel better if I told you that I won’t let you obey your father?” he asks.

Steve shrinks, slipping his fingers into the neck of Bucky’s shirt collar so he feels skin.

“Think about it,” Bucky says gently, brushing the backs of his knuckles over Steve’s cheek. “If you can’t yet accept that you have the right to make your own choice yet, then you may still believe you must obey your Alpha. I am your Alpha, not Joseph. And regardless of the conditions of the engagement agreement I made with your father, I have claimed and mated you already. So you are now mine with no allegiance to your old house. My word is now your law.”

Steve nods slowly. He bites his lip, glancing down.

“Then you must obey me,” Bucky repeats. “Alright?”

Steve nods, relaxing. He mustn’t question his Alpha’s decisions. If Bucky decides to break the agreement he had with Joseph, so be it. Steve only has to obey his Alpha, whoever that is.

“Good boy,” Bucky murmurs, kissing Steve’s forehead. “Relax. You may speak whenever you have a comment if you so wish, but if you feel more comfortable staying silent, no one will judge you. I will review what literature there is about the etiquette and social rules you may have learned, and at a later date, we shall discuss how you may deconstruct harmful ideations.”

Steve nods again, a little overwhelmed by so much meaning in so few words. Bucky kisses his forehead again. Steve presses into his neck. All this touching, all this kissing, it’s so much outside what he’d ever conceived of for interactions between mates, in private even, let alone public interactions. 

It’s starting to sink in that he’d allowed Bucky to undress him and have sexual relations with him in front of the whole great hall. He shivers, staring unseeingly at the stitching of Bucky’s brigandine vest. Bucky pulls the cloak tighter around him, wrapping his arms around his back. 

Steve woke up this morning chaste and obedient. Last night, he’d said his prayers and begged to not be tempted by salacious dreams in the night, for the Lord to ward off incubi and protect his purity as he slept. This time last night, he was vowing to keep his mind free of lewd thoughts. This moment, he’s thinking of how nice Bucky’s knot feels inside him even though it’s nearly released.

Bucky’s hands, fingertips roughened by callouses yet warm and gentle, move up and down his bare spine beneath the heavy fur cloak, absently, as he talks with his captains. Steve doesn’t pay attention to the conversation.

He’s now thinking about his actions today. The lack of thought he put into everything. He had given in to temptation so easily; he hadn't even fought. Bucky had asked him to perform a sexual act and he’d done it without regard for consequences. Joseph, Father Alexander, the Holy Scriptures, all spoke of how easily Omegas could be led astray from the path of righteousness, always condemning them for doing so. 

At dinner, Bucky had said a cock-stupid whore Omega was good. Over and over, Bucky had praised him for being easily corrupted, easily tempted. He’d said that was Steve’s purpose. He was claimed by his Alpha and obeyed at once rather than protest, and even if they hadn't yet been wed in the eyes of the Lord, Bucky had wed them in flesh and Steve would belong to no other Alpha. Bucky said he was good. It was good.

Steve shivers, shifting his ass on Bucky’s cock. It’s so obvious that he, an Omega, has little will to strive for chastity; everything the Holy Scriptures said confirmed that. But there is no consequence for it, no guilt in his belly, and he feels no urge or even desire to return to his old ways. It feels so nice to have his innate behavior praised for once, rather than condemned.

Bucky grips the back of Steve’s neck and squeezes. Steve exhales a soft moan, rolling his hips against Bucky. Bucky’s cock begins to harden inside him and Steve clenches his ass intentionally, encouraging it.

“Are you ready to give another show, pet?” Bucky asks with a chuckle.

Steve flushes hard, realizing what he’d done with others still in the room. He goes very still and shakes his head, though his cock and hole still pulse with feeling.

“No?” Bucky asks. “Are you telling me then that it’s time to retire for the night?”

Steve hesitates. His first instinct is that he shouldn’t be telling Bucky to do anything, but he rethinks that, recognizing that Bucky’s been encouraging him to speak up even without invitation. So, licking his lips, he nods.

“That so, my sweet?” Bucky says. “Won’t you tell me with your words?”

Steve glances over his shoulder, briefly catching sight of Wanda, who’s nearest. When he hesitates, Bucky chuckles again and pats the back of his head.

“It’s alright, Stevie,” he says. “We shall say goodnight to my captains, then.”

The five captains rise at Bucky’s words. Domino is still standing. Bucky stands, as well, lifting Steve again into his arms. Bucky says goodnight to each of the captains, wishes them well, and bars the door again once they’ve left. Steve’s heartbeat quickens again as he thinks about what he’s doing. He and Bucky are still unwed. He is initiating this, not Bucky. Bucky’s knot had never fully released and now his cock is hardening again inside of him. He does not care what the Holy Scriptures taught.

Bucky carries him into the bedroom and puts him down on the bed, then separates their bodies, his knot just barely small enough for him to do so. Steve grimaces, feeling horribly empty after so long being filled. Bucky hushes him, bending over him and kissing him.

“I’ll take down those braids now,” Bucky murmurs.

Steve’s body flashes with arousal. He nods quickly, eagerly. Bucky smiles, rubbing their noses together. He straightens and Steve shifts to put his back to Bucky. 

Bucky removes Steve’s circlet and puts it on the nightstand. Then he works free the first clasp. Steve shivers in anticipation. He releases the clasps holding each braid tight and Steve hears a soft clatter; metal on wood, the clasps dropping onto the nightstand. Bucky selects a braid and his fingers tenderly free the weave. He removes beads and cuffs, setting them aside. He moves onto the next braid. Steve can feel Bucky’s cum dripping out of him again, and there’s a trembling in his lower belly, yet he manages to hold still, eyes shut and lips parted as Bucky removes each and every braid from his hair.

Then Bucky pushes his fingers over Steve’s scalp, lifting the roots of his hair. Steve moans, dropping his head back.

“That feels good, hm?” Bucky says softly.

Steve just nods. Bucky does it again and Steve’s cunt tightens up; he drips a little bit more. Bucky pulls Steve’s hair up, high, and Steve glances over his shoulder to see Bucky smelling it. Steve licks his lips. Bucky lets the tresses fall and drags his fingers through Steve’s hair again, starting at his hairline and going back. Steve had dreamed about an Alpha touching his hair ever since the royal doctors predicted he’d be an Omega when he was a child. It feels better than he had imagined it would.

“Why don’t you self-soothe while I undress, sweetheart,” Bucky says.

Steve tilts his head, confused. Bucky stands back, then stops, returning to give Steve another kiss.

“You don’t know what that means?” he asks.

“No,” Steve admits, shaking his head.

“Oh, my sweet boy,” Bucky says with a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry.”

Steve doesn’t understand. Bucky kisses him again, then pushes him into lying on his back. He then takes both of Steve’s hands and pulls them between his legs. Steve jolts as Bucky makes him touch his own hole and cock, but obeys, letting his fingers move as Bucky directs them.

“Fill yourself,” Bucky says, pushing Steve’s fingers alongside his own into his hole. “There you go, sweet thing. That’s self-soothing.”

Steve inhales sharply, plunging his fingers as deep into himself as he can manage at this angle. Bucky stands up again, nods down at him with a smile, then begins undressing. Steve bites his lip, then covers his dick and balls with his other hand, shivering at the feeling of unfamiliar comfort that washes over him. Bucky looks down at him approvingly and Steve feels another rush, this of giddiness. He grins back, pumping his fingers in and out of his hole. 

“That’s good, sweetheart, keep doing that,” Bucky encourages. “It feels nice, doesn’t it?”

Steve nods quickly. He understands now why masturbation is so tempting. 

Bucky casts the last of his clothes aside, leaving him finally naked before Steve. His legs have more tattoos, like his arms and torso. He also removes his torc and the rings on his thickly muscled arms. After, Bucky scoops Steve up again, moving him up to the middle of the bed before lying down beside him. Steve wraps his arms around Bucky’s neck, tangling a hand in his hair, which he hadn't unbraided or removed the beads from, and pulls him into a kiss. Bucky folds over him, putting a leg over his body, and as they kiss, he combs his hand through Steve’s hair. Steve eagerly presses into Bucky, rubbing his bare hips against him, their cocks sliding together. Bucky growls into Steve’s mouth and hooks his knee over his thigh, yanking him in tighter.

“My darling mate,” Bucky says against Steve’s lips. “You were so beautiful tonight, allowing me to take you in front of everyone. You were so brave. I’m so proud of you for rejecting your father’s teachings, Stevie.”

Steve inhales quickly, his heart quickening to a race in his chest. He touches Bucky’s face, searching his expression and eyes for – for signs of falsehood, perhaps, but all he sees is Bucky’s loving, lustful smirk.

“I’m so pleased with you, pet,” Bucky murmurs.

“Are you, Daddy?” Steve begs in a whisper. “Was I good?”

Bucky kisses his forehead softly. “You were wonderful for me, Omegamine,” he purrs.

Steve whines and nods, pulling his legs open and out for Bucky. Bucky kisses down his face, to his neck, as his body settles between Steve’s thighs, and rolls their lengths together. Steve shudders, reaching between them to grab Bucky’s cock and hold it against his. He jerks his hips frantically, boyishly, and in rubbing his smaller prick against Bucky’s length, he chases a hasty orgasm. He whines again, louder, as it looms in his belly. Bucky kisses his scent gland and Steve comes with a gasp, hips stuttering.

“Oh, baby boy,” Bucky murmurs, petting Steve’s thigh. “You needy little thing.”

Steve lets out a sob as his belly floods with weak pleasure. His orgasm fades rapidly, leaving him hungrier and more desperate. He shoves his hand down instead, plunging two fingers into his hole, but can’t quite reach deep enough to drive away the empty, wrong feeling in his gut.

“Daddy,” he whimpers, “please, Alpha, please, I need you.”

“I know, I know, Stevie,” Bucky says, petting over Steve’s flank and chest. “You need to be filled with my cock, don’t you? You need Daddy’s nice big cock inside you, or you’ll just fall to pieces.”

“Yes,” Steve agrees quickly, grabbing onto Bucky’s dick and tugging it towards his hole. “Please, please, Daddy, Alpha – put it in me?”

Bucky kisses his mouth. Steve whines into it, tugging weakly at Bucky’s cock. Bucky climbs on top of him, then grasps his wrists and pulls them up, pushing them over Steve’s head. He tucks his hands under Steve’s knees and pushes them back; Steve looks down, licking his lips, as Bucky stretches his lower half open. Bucky meets Steve’s gaze, smirking, as he rubs his cockhead around his rim.

“You’re such a good boy, Stevie,” Bucky says sweetly. “You’re doing just as you’re meant to, giving me just what you should.”

Bucky pushes in. Steve lets out a sigh, his eyes fluttering shut. His chest unclenches and he relaxes, accepting Bucky’s cock inside of him. 

“There you go, sweet boy,” Bucky says, lips brushing his cheek. “That’s it, that’s what you needed. Wasn’t good enough without me inside you, wasn’t it, honey?”

Steve nods, feeling dizzy and flushed. It’s almost like he’s downed a flagon of wine on an empty stomach. He smiles, giggling as Bucky’s hips settle against his ass.

“You like that, huh, little one?” Bucky says triumphantly.

“Uh-huh,” Steve exhales, blinking his eyes open to look at Bucky. “I love you, Daddy.”

“You’re so precious,” Bucky says. “From now on, kitten, I want you to ask me before you make yourself finish,” he tells him. “Can you do that? Can you wait for Daddy’s permission before you let that pretty nubbin squirt?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Steve agrees. “I can do that – I’ll do that.”

Bucky smiles down at him, his hair hanging around his face; the light from the fire just barely illuminates his back, putting a red ring like fire around his edges – Like he’s an incubus from Hell, a demon that the Devil sent just to lead Steve astray. 

Steve smiles back, his heart hammering in his chest. Bucky is so beautiful. He feels so happy to be pulled off the path of righteousness with this as his defining sin.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you, too, my sweet,” Bucky replies with a grin. “You’re just the perfect little hole for my cock, angel, you’re such a good boy.”

Bucky rolls his hips, kissing under Steve’s jaw. Steve tips his head back, tightens his inner thighs, and stretches his arms out over his head. Bucky shifts his hands, grabbing both of Steve’s wrists. Steve grins, looking up briefly. Bucky kisses and then bites at his ear, then growls, sending a shiver down Steve’s spine. Bucky’s cock hits deep in Steve’s hole, putting delicious friction on his prostate, and each time he bottoms out, his firm, heavy, rounded stomach presses against Steve’s prick and balls, giving him a toe-curling jolt of pleasure.

“Daddy,” Steve is gasping as his pleasure reaches the tipping point. “Please – Please, can – May I finish, may I come, Daddy?”

“Such a polite boy,” Bucky growls against his ear. “You can come now, princess.”

Steve obeys, coming with an open-mouthed moan. He shudders from his core to his fingertips and deep into his belly again. Bucky follows quickly, filling him with warmth and pressure and his perfect knot. Steve shudders one last time, his head empty and full of Bucky all at once.

“There you go, my sweet,” Bucky murmurs, kissing Steve’s cheeks. “Now, my darling boy, we sleep.”

Steve wraps his arms around Bucky’s neck and lets himself be moved; Bucky turns them over, so Steve is on his chest, then wraps them in soft, cool blankets that feel wonderful on Steve’s flushed skin. He settles his head against Bucky’s breast, right over his heart, and shuts his eyes to focus on the sound of Bucky’s heartbeat.

Bucky pets down his spine, then settles both hands on his waist. He kisses the top of Steve’s head and goes still.

“Love you, Daddy,” Steve murmurs to him.

Bucky reaches up and briefly squeezes Steve’s neck, making him shiver again. “I love you, too, precious,” he says.

Chapter Text

5: Turn your face away from the parish of yesterday. My power over you grows stronger yet (Poor fool, he makes me laugh; a-ha-ha-ha!)

Steve wakes slowly. He’s laying on his side, his hips twisted and pressed nearly flat to the bed; a thick pillow cushions his hips in the front. He’s wrapped in a warm weight – Heavy arms and a leg secure him, pin him to the bed with heavy limbs. Behind him, his Alpha is breathing slowly, warmly, against the back of his neck. Steve blinks his eyes open and looks around, laying still. 

He recalls where he is, in the King’s bed chambers, embraced by his mate, his Alpha. Light comes from a gap in the curtains on the south-facing wall, leaving a neat, golden yellow line trailing from the wall, across the wooden floor, to the bed and over Bucky’s hand, splayed flat on the mattress just in front of Steve’s face.

Steve lifts a hand and lays it over Bucky’s, lacing their fingers together. His fingers are nearly as long as Bucky’s are, but much thinner. His hand itself is smaller, his palm far narrower. Bucky’s skin is softly tanned, nearly brown, as if it would be that color regardless of how much exposure to sun his skin received. His nails are stubby, under the index finger is a little bit of dirt. Steve brushes his thumb over Bucky’s knuckles, admiring him quietly.

Bucky hums behind him, then shifts closer. His leg goes over Steve’s hip, pressing – suddenly – his erection into his bottom.

Steve trills, again without meaning to, then wriggles closer, feeling a shiver of pleasure at the feeling of their bare skin. Bucky’s body hair tickles him and he finds it fascinating.

“Mmm,” Bucky growls softly.

Steve tips his head back, closing his eyes just – Just to feel. His back pressing into Bucky’s chest, Bucky’s hip against the base of his spine, his cock just against his ass, the tip brushing the plush skin where his thigh meets his bottom. Bucky’s arms are over his shoulders, his thigh over his hip. 

Bucky pulls him in, shifting them onto their sides. He rolls his body, pushing his cock between Steve’s asscheeks. Steve picks up Bucky’s hand and presses it against his breast, against his heart. Bucky tucks his nose into Steve’s hair and inhales deeply. Steve shivers.

“Good morning, my boy,” Bucky says, a rough exhale. “You slept well?”

Steve nods. Bucky nods back, then yawns and pulls Steve in even tighter, squeezing him. Steve laughs a little, but it feels so wonderful to be squeezed. He begins squirming against Bucky and intentionally rubbing his ass against his cock. Bucky hums, squeezes Steve a moment longer, then rolls them back so Steve is nearly on his chest again.

“‘Tis a very good morning,” Bucky murmurs in Steve’s ear. 

Steve nods quickly, too unused to waking next to another person in the morning to speak. Bucky takes his hand, lifts it, and presses kisses to the inside of his wrist, his scent gland. Steve lets his body relax against Bucky’s, tipping his head back and closing his eyes again as Bucky trails kisses down his arm.

“We’ll have to wait to fuck again, m’boy,” Bucky murmurs between kisses to Steve’s wrist, then glances up at him. “Best to have a bath before we break our fast. I’ll call up some staff.”

He stands from the bed, and naked, he rings the bell and then goes to the fireplace in the sitting room. Steve sits up and draws the furs around his own nakedness. He watches Bucky adds more wood to the grate, pokes it to greater life, then straightens up and stretches. A knock sounds at the door.

“Enter,” Bucky answers casually. 

“Aren't you going to dress?” Steve asks in surprise.

Bucky just laughs. The door opens and it’s poor Peter who gets shocked by the full sight of Bucky’s nakedness.

“Oh!” he says, hastily turning away. “You – you called, Majesty?”

“Yes, bring up hot water for the bath,” Bucky answers. “You’re Peter, Peter Parker, right?”

“Yes sir,” Peter answers, still facing away.

“How old are you, boy?” Bucky asks, eyes narrowing, and Steve raises an eyebrow.

“Fourteen,” Peter says, face aflame.

“Tell your master to send you and your parents home with a week’s pay,” Bucky says, and Steve is even more confused. “You will need to pack – You’ll be coming to attend my husband in my court. Since you’re so young, your parents must come, as well.”

Steve’s jaw drops. Peter’s just a manservant in his parent’s house. Attending Steve at court, Peter will be promoted to an Omega-in-waiting, even though Peter hasn’t presented yet.

“To attend him at court?” Peter responds.

“Yes, I know the two of you are friends,” Bucky says. “Actually, a month’s pay. You'll need a new wardrobe. Tell your master to send for one of my tailors. Make sure the tailor gives you proper clothes befitting a man-in-waiting, silks and satins and such.”

“If you wish it, my Liege,” Peter answers softly and with a wide grin.

Steve is smiling, too, when Peter leaves. Bucky returns to the bed and climbs over Steve; he lays back, hands going above his head, and Bucky presses kisses to his throat.

“The rest of your friends shall be found and I will bring them with us,” Bucky promises. “And maybe an enemy or two, so you may have something to interest you.”

“I have no enemies,” Steve just says.

“Then your mother,” Bucky replies. “She'll do to interest you.”

“Oh, no!” Steve answers. Then stops, mortified at what he’s said.

But Bucky just laughs and kisses Steve’s mouth soundly and quickly. “Whatever you want, my pet, you shall have.”

“Then,” Steve continues shyly, “might we blend the fashions of our two peoples? I find I prefer to be covered more.”

“If that is your wish,” Bucky tells them.

While they wait, Bucky removes all the clasps and beads from his hair, then shakes out the braids. Another knock. Bucky bids them enter and three servants bow hastily and then rush into the ensuite washroom with buckets of hot water. Steve hears the tap flowing with cold water, then the splashes of the hot. Bucky rolls off the bed, then scoops Steve up. Steve covers his lap with his hands, embarrassed. The three servants are still waiting when they enter the washroom and they bow again.

“Leave us,” Bucky orders them. “I can bathe my mate well enough.”

They all bow a third time and leave, clearly glad to be away from the large, naked Alpha.

Bucky puts Steve into the bath and then joins him. Fortunately, the tub is big enough for both. Bucky at once pulls Steve into his lap and begins pouring palmfuls of water over his shoulders. 

“Duck your head,” Bucky tells him. 

Steve leans back and thinks of baptism. Bucky holds the back of his neck and cradles him as he goes into the water. Steve takes a breath and then his face is below the water. He holds his breath, lingers a second as he thinks of learning the names of his new gods, and then Bucky pulls him up again. He’s baptized a pagan.

“Now,” Bucky says with a smile. “Let’s get you washed, little boy.”

Bucky takes care in washing Steve’s hair and body, and then it is Steve’s turn to wash Bucky. His hair is far thicker than Steve thought it would be, thick and almost coarse. Bucky catches him in a kiss and Steve forgets about the bath, sliding his arms around Bucky’s neck. His knees part around Bucky’s hips and he presses in, now standing on his knees, tilting Bucky’s head up, and trails his kisses down his neck.

Bucky hums in pleasure and Steve rocks his ass against his cock. Bucky’s hands slip over Steve’s back and then wrap around his waist, bringing their chests closer together. 

“You'll have to survive without my knot for a little longer,” Bucky says. “We're expected at breakfast soon.”

“Alright,” Steve whispers – He really doesn't want to be greedy, or seem like he’s too eager, but he does want it now.

“After breakfast,” Bucky promises.

“After breakfast,” Steve agrees.

“You can have it in your mouth now,” Bucky then adds. 

Steve nods quickly. Bucky rises from the tub and his cock is already hard, sticking out a little to the left. Steve touches the ring in it first, then presses his mouth to it. Bucky curls his hands into Steve’s wet hair and fists it. He sighs as Steve slots his lips around his cock, then again louder as Steve gets it to the back of his throat. 

“Good boy,” Bucky murmurs. “You're taking me well.”

Steve does his best, inexperienced as he is. 

“Touch yourself,” Bucky adds.

Steve nods and reaches into the water. They make it quick, dirtying the bath more. 

“Now,” Bucky says, much satisfied, “I must taste you. Stand.”

Steve stands. Bucky then kneels and immediately fills his mouth with Steve’s prick. Steve gasps and grabs onto Bucky’s hair. Bucky just hollows his cheeks and has all of Steve’s cock in his mouth. Steve is quite quick to finish a second time. Bucky just seems pleased with himself, swallowing completely.

“Very good,” he purred. “But now we must hasten for breakfast.”

Out of the bath, Bucky sends for Steve’s attendants to do up his hair. Annabel and Elizabeth arrive. Steve puts his shift from yesterday on, but Bucky remains naked. He sprawls in one of the armchairs and neither Elizabeth or Annabel will look up from the floor.

“Bring up his wardrobe,” Bucky says to Annabel. “And call for Yankov the tailor after lunch.”

“Yes, Majesty,” Annabel says with a deep curtsy, then leaves.

“His hair,” Bucky says to Elizabeth, waving a hand. “Everything he was wearing yesterday is in there,” he adds with a jerk of his thumb over his shoulder to the bedroom.

Steve sits on a stool. Elizabeth first ducks into the bedroom and comes back holding Steve’s circlet, with all the decorations he’d been wearing yesterday settled in her basket. She sets it on the floor, the circlet on a side table, then begins by combing his wet hair. Her hands are hot and she pulls too hard, making him wince. Bucky braids sections of his own hair as she twists Steve’s hair into ceremonial braids.

“Use a betrothal braid,” Steve tells her when she gets to his left temple.

“My Prince,” Elizabeth murmurs disapprovingly.

“A betrothal braid,” Steve insists.

“You heard the boy,” Bucky throws in.

Elizabeth clucks her tongue, but weaves a betrothal braid.

Just as she’s finished, Annabel returns with six servants, each carrying three trunks between them. Annabel herself has a smaller trunk braced against her stomach. They set them down in the middle of the sitting room and hastily leave, faces red. 

“I’ll dress him,” Bucky then says to Annabel.

“My lord,” Annabel answers hesitantly, “our fashions –”

“I will not repeat myself,” Bucky growls at her. “Both of you, leave.”

Elizabeth looks relieved to be away from Bucky’s nakedness. Both of them curtsy before leaving. Steve twists around on the stool as Bucky opens the trunks. One of the large ones contains shifts, underwear, and sleep clothing, the second large trunk has his petticoats, corsets, and waistcoats, while the third holds all his fine robes. The small trunk contains all of his shoes.

“Did you like wearing trousers?” Bucky asks.

Steve shrugs, biting his lip. “Perhaps,” he mumbles. “They were… awkward.”

Bucky sighs. “Your own fashion will do for now, pet. After the tailor arrives, we’ll find a compromise between our two peoples. Come, stand.”

Steve stands. Bucky grabs the hem of his shift and pulls it off over his head, so Steve raises his arms. Bucky then takes a new shift from the first trunk, this one with thin straps and slits up to the knees. Bucky pulls it over Steve’s head and Steve pushes his arms through the openings for them. Bucky then rolls Steve’s stockings on for him and holds his slippers so Steve can step into them. Then he gets Steve a petticoat and a corset, but no waistcoat. Bucky then digs around in the trunk of robes, making a few grunts of displeasure.

“None of this shows your neck,” he mutters.

“I would prefer to keep my neck covered,” Steve admits without saying that no fashion in Brooklyn exposed the neck, for Alpha or Beta or Omega, man or woman.

“Fine,” Bucky answers. “Maybe one day.”

He puts Steve in a soft, pale green robe. It’s the least formal thing he owns, single breasted and embroidered in yellow with apple blossoms. Each of the buttons is hidden beneath the line of the single breast where it wraps over his chest, and there’s a sash on each side of his waist, one end much longer that he pulls around himself and tucks through a small hole in the other side of the robe, then ties behind him in a bow. It hangs to his ankles in a straight line and little volume, and the tight sleeves stop in Vs over his hands. The cuffs of the sleeves, the bottom hem, and the line of the single breast down to the bottom hem as well as the neckline are all trimmed in more yellow, which is embroidered in black, gold, white, red, and dark green, stitched to display robins sipping from apple blossoms. The collar covers his scent gland and high up on his neck to his jaw, the corners rounded under his chin. Bucky buttons him into it, then steps back to look at him.

“Turn,” he says, much like the day before.

Steve moves in a slow circle. Bucky huffs.

“I prefer you in trousers,” he says. “But your comfort is important, as well. After I dress, we’ll go to breakfast.”

But he doesn’t step away. Instead, he ducks into Steve’s neck and begins sucking on his jaw. Steve gasps a little but Bucky is absorbed in leaving a bruise where it will be visible. He pulls back, smiles, and gives a satisfied hum.

“Better,” he says.

“Thank you, Alpha,” Steve murmurs.

“Of course, my boy,” Bucky answers.

Steve sits again as Bucky goes into his own trunks. He puts on stockings, but no smallclothes under his leather trousers. He dons another black linen shirt and ties it at the collarbone, then he fetches his leather vest and puts it on, tying each buckle down to his hips. Other than his vest and his boots, he puts on nothing else.

Bucky straightens and offers Steve his arm. “Come,” he says. “I bet you’re hungry. Growing boy, an’ all.”

Steve tucks his hand through Bucky’s elbow. They leave Steve’s circlet in the sitting room, its importance forgotten. Bucky guides Steve out of the King’s chambers, past guards in fur and leather armor that flank the hallways, down to the first floor to the royal dining room. Six of the gathered ten guards follow them.

The table has been replaced; the previous one was a long rectangle, but the new one is shaped in an upside-down V. There are sixteen chairs, each but the head of the table already filled. Domino and five other Northern guards wait for them, stationed around the large room.

The seat just to the left of the head of the table has Steve’s father, and beside him is his mother. But on her right are Natasha, Clint, and Wanda, as well as two other women Steve hasn’t met yet. On the other side, the seat to the right of the king’s holds Sam, but in his lap is a fair-haired man. Beside Sam is Thor, and the rest Steve doesn’t know. A dark-haired but pale and haughty looking man with beaded braids pulled back from his face and feathers tattooed on one side of his face, then beside him, a woman with light brown skin and many thick, black braids, or something like braids, as her hair looks like ropes that have been gathered away from her face and some tied back with a gold clasp. Beside her is a light-skinned blonde woman with her hair loose, then another black man, but he, too, has someone in his lap; a dark-haired and pale young man who lounges in the other man’s lap with his throat exposed. The last seat is occupied by a brown-haired light-skinned man in monk’s robes. All but the monk, the haughty man, the two women by Wanda he doesn’t know, and Steve’s parents are dressed similarly to Bucky. The haughty man wears lots of gold jewelry, green gems and pearls, and an emerald green gown, a gossamer and delicate layer, trimmed in gold, over the darker green gown of silk or satin. It exposes his shoulders, as well as his throat. The two unknown women on the right wear gowns like his; low waists, poofy, pleated sleeves, V-shaped stomachers that reach the hips, voluminous skirts, and their shoulders and throats are bare, too. They have gold and pearl jewelry, a few gemstones included. One of them, the darker-haired woman by Wanda, wears a long cape hanging from her neckline. Wanda is the only wearing red, most of them wear blues or browns or greens, except for the second young man, the one with darker hair, who wears yellow.

Bucky raises a hand as he enters. “My friends!” he calls. “My in-laws,” he adds dryly to Joseph and Sarah. “Good morrow.”

“Good morrow!” calls Thor, raising a flagon. “I trust you slept well?”

“Like the dead,” Bucky answers with a sigh. “Darling, you’ll recognize my captains, but the rest –”

He points to the two women beside Wanda.

“These are the rest of Natasha’s Omegas,” he says. “Darcy and Jane. Darcy is my chief of agriculture and Jane is my chief of science.”

Steve is startled by the polygamy. Since Wanda sits between Clint and Darcy, he wonders if she also belongs to Natasha. Joseph and Sarah look sour.

“And in Sam’s lap is his Omega, Riley,” Bucky continues. “Beside Thor is his Omega, Loki, and their wife, Brunhilde, my chief of territories. Beside her is my chief of finances, Pepper, my chief of weaponry, James Rhodes, call him Rhodey, and their Omega, Tony, in his lap. And last but not least is our priest or monk, you would say, Bruce. Say hello, pet.”

“Hello,” Steve obeys softly.

Bucky walks him around to the head of the table. Like the night before, Bucky sits and settles Steve into his lap, pulling his legs across his thick thighs. He claps his hands and servants, dressed in the garb of Northerners, stride in with trays and dishes. They lay out the meal; steaming grilled fish, roasted boar, brown rice with herbs, grilled vegetables and potatoes, and a variety of cheeses and seasonal fruit. The servants then take each plate and serve the dish in front of them, before passing the plate to the left, until all the dishes have been served. The plates are set down and a few servants pour wine, though many of Bucky’s people already have mugs of beer.

Bucky raises his glass of wine. His people all follow suit, and after a second, so do Joseph and Sarah. Steve doesn’t have his own glass or plate. He assumes he will be sharing Bucky’s, as the plate in front of them is piled much higher than the rest, the same as Sam’s and Rhodey’s, who each also have an Omega in their laps.

“To a lovely day,” Bucky says simply, and they all drink.

The others at once begin to eat, though Rhodey and Sam feed the Omegas in their laps first. Bucky scoops up a forkful of fish and offers it to Steve. Steve eats and enjoys the flavor. Food in Brooklyn had always been so bland.

“Today, there shall be celebrating,” Bucky says to the room. “We shall have games of combat. Joseph, do your warriors participate in games?”

“No,” Joseph says stiffly.

“Pity,” Bucky answers. “Well, if one of your soldiers decides to join, they shall be allowed, no matter their gender.”

“All of my soldiers are men, Lord,” Joseph says through gritted teeth.

Bucky laughs. “All men, you say? How preposterous. There are women and non-binary persons plenty who enjoy the vigor of a fight.”

Joseph tipped his head to the side. “Non… binary?” he repeats.

“Non-binary,” Bucky says again calmly, forking up vegetables to again feed Steve. “Have you never heard of a person who is neither a man nor a woman?”

Joseph clenches his jaw while Sarah blinks. 

“There is no such thing,” Joseph spits out.

“Excuse you,” Loki drawled. “I myself am neither man nor woman.”

Steve is startled, but resolves to try to respect that. It seems strange to him, though he’s willing to embrace it. Then he wonders how Loki knows they are neither a man nor a woman, and how that works.

Joseph looks like he wants to spit something else, both at being spoken to out of turn by an Omega and the concept presented to him, but holds his tongue. He drinks his wine instead. 

Sarah takes a bite of both the fish and the boar, then pushes her plate away.

“Not to your liking?” Bucky asks.

Sarah just shakes her head.

“Come, that was a clear invitation,” Bucky cajoles. “My boy tells me you are not allowed to speak without such an invitation. I find the idea laughable.”

“It is a sign of respect,” Joseph snaps.

“It’s disrespectful to Omegas, is what it is,” Tony offers.

Joseph scowls again, but says nothing.

“Will you not speak?” Bucky says to Sarah. “I’ll tell you what, if you speak, I’ll have the cooks prepare you some of that unsalted slop you Brooklynites call food.”

Sarah just clenches her jaw. 

“I do not want you corrupting my wife, as well as my son,” Joseph tells Bucky. “She knows better than to speak with a heathen.”

Bucky laughs. “Then you will go hungry,” he says. “Pity.”

Bucky takes a bite himself, humming in appreciation. He feeds Steve some of the boar and Steve takes it gladly. Unlike his mother, he enjoys the food of the North.

“Joseph, shall you join the games?” asks Sam.

Joseph doesn’t answer. It seems he likes being spoken to out of turn by a Beta less so than by an Omega.

“Don’t be rude,” Bucky tells Joseph. “Answer the man.”

Joseph clenches his jaw. “No,” he says.

“Come, surely you wish to demonstrate your prowess to your wife?” Sam pushes. “I’m sure she’d enjoy such a display.”

“Such a display would be disgraceful,” Joseph counters. “Based in pride, sinful.”

“Do you even pleasure your wife?” Natasha asks.

Joseph and Sarah both turn red. Joseph splutters while Sarah takes a gulp of wine. Those around them, except for Steve, all burst into laughter.

“That’s a no, then!” Tony shouts. 

“Such behavior is grounds for divorce!” Thor laughs.

“Divorce is not permitted in Brooklyn,” Joseph snaps.

“Oh, but it is now,” Bucky says smoothly. “Sarah, dear woman, would you like to divorce your husband? Say so and just like that –” he snaps his fingers, “– it shall be done.”

Sarah continues to say nothing. Joseph glares at Bucky.

“Divorce is not permitted in Brooklyn,” he snarls.

“But it is now,” Bucky repeats calmly, as if to a child. “Brooklyn is now my country, and my laws permit divorce.”

Joseph tuts angrily and begins cutting his boar with aggressive motions. The others laugh at him again.

“I cannot imagine an Alpha who does not please their partner,” says Darcy.

“I would say it’s criminal,” Wanda agrees.

“That’s why it’s grounds for divorce,” Natasha says with a smile to Sarah. “Poor woman. You’ve probably never orgasmed once in your life.”

Steve hides his face at the thought while Sarah gasps. Joseph slams his knife flat onto the table but says nothing, merely eats.

Natasha then props an elbow onto the table and leans into Sarah. “Divorce your husband and I could show you what it’s like,” she offers in a low, growling purr.

“Excuse you!” Joseph snarls.

“No, please,” Sarah whispers.

“She speaks!” Bucky calls with a laugh. “A toast, to poor Sarah Rogers’s timid voice! May she one day come!”

The others laugh and drink. Bucky offers the wine to Steve. 

“Not to that toast,” Steve says, his face red. “That’s my mother.”

“Fair enough,” Bucky answers. “What do you think, pet? Does the food of your Alpha’s people turn your stomach?”

Steve shakes his head.

“Speak up!” Tony calls. “We cannot hear you! Or are you like your mother, respectful and demure?”

“I speak,” Steve grumbles. 

“Just not much,” Riley observes.

“He will, eventually,” Bucky assures the group. “He’ll learn.”

“To Steve Rogers’s timid voice!” Sam calls. “We all know he’s orgasmed.”

“Cheers to that!” Bucky answers, raising his glass again.

Steve is blushing beet red. Joseph’s grip on his utensils is shaking. He does not drink to the toast, as he had done for the toast to Sarah’s voice.

The conversation continues, the plates are slowly cleared. Steve’s belly is full far before the plate is even half empty and he declines more.

“One more bite, sweet,” Bucky coaxes. “You’re too skinny.”

Steve takes that one bite more. Bucky is pleased with him and purrs, ducking into his neck to scent-mark him.

At the end of the meal, servants come to clear the dishes. They still sit and drink.

“You will probably not enjoy the games,” Bucky says to Joseph.

“We shall not be attending,” Joseph growls.

“Oh, but you shall!” Bucky counters. “It’s bad luck for the bride’s parents to not participate in the pre-wedding festivities.”

“There is no such thing as luck,” Joseph spits. “There is only the will of God.”

“You shall attend,” Bucky says, his tone now dark. “Or do you not wish to ever see your son again?”

Sarah gasps and looks to Joseph. Joseph hardens his gaze.

“You would take him and never return?” he asks carefully.

“I would, gladly; I don’t like you,” Bucky answers. “Now, shall you cast bad luck upon my marriage or shall you obey?”

Joseph lets out a sharp breath. “We shall attend,” he says sourly.

Bucky claps a hand onto the table. “Good! Now –” He stands up, tossing Steve into a bridal carry and Steve quickly grabs onto the back of his neck. “The games begin at ten. Someone will show you, Mother and Father.”

Joseph looks like he’s been slapped to be called father by a heathen.

“You’re dismissed until then,” Bucky adds.

Joseph and Sarah both jerk to their feet. Joseph storms off and Sarah follows, tucking her hands into the sleeves of her gown.

“What time is it now?” Steve asks of Bucky.

“What time is it, Bruce?” Bucky calls.

Bruce stands and crosses to a window, lifting a sundial and aiming it north. He hums as he reads it, rocking back and forth onto his feet.

“Half-past eight,” he says.

“There,” Bucky says, nodding to Steve.

“You said –” Steve then adds, turning pink again. “After breakfast.”

“Indeed I did,” Bucky chuckles. “Would you care to have an audience again, baby boy?”

Steve flushes darker. He shakes his head.

“Ah, well,” Bucky answers. “Until the games, everyone!”

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6: Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. No more talk of darkness. Forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing can harm you.

Bucky walks around the table as the rest of his people are standing. Servants open the doors to the dining room and Bucky strides out with Steve. They return to the King’s quarters, where at once Bucky puts Steve on his feet and seizes him by the waist, immediately kissing him. Steve throws his arms around Bucky’s neck and stands on his toes. Bucky then starts slipping free the buttons of Steve’s robe, growling into the kiss. He starts backing him up, from the sitting room to the bedroom, and Steve’s legs hit the bed as Bucky shoves the robe off his shoulders. Bucky yanks it down, yanks open his corset, then rips Steve’s shift off of him. He shoves Steve by the shoulders and he falls, naked but for his stockings and slippers, onto the bed. Bucky unbuckles and yanks off his vest, strips off his shirt, and tugs open his trousers.

“What a pretty thing you are,” Bucky purrs. “Thank you for reminding me I owe you my knot, kitten; I hadn’t forgotten, of course, but I am glad you are voicing your wants.”

“Daddy, please,” Steve whispers, his cock aching between his legs.

“Legs up,” Bucky orders.

Steve pulls his legs back. Bucky shoves his trousers down and his cock springs up. Bucky doesn’t even bother fingering him open, he presses the pierced tip of his dick against his hole and then shoves. Steve throws his head back and gasps at the stretch, which burns deliciously. Bucky takes that as an invitation and begins sucking marks high on Steve’s neck. He snaps his hips and his cock drives fully into Steve’s body.

“Good boy,” Bucky coos. “I was tempted to take you over the breakfast table, you know.”

Steve flashes in heat and isn’t sure if he’s glad Bucky didn’t.

“The North will fuck anyplace they like,” Bucky adds. “As long as there are no children – anyone unpresented – in the area, it’s fair game. And it is tradition for the bride and groom to host an orgy the day before the wedding.”

“Or–orgy?” Steve repeats. “A what?”

“Sex with more than two people,” Bucky purrs. “The last orgy I joined was for the wedding of Tony to Pepper and Rhodey; it was some time ago. I’m looking forward to our orgy.”

“Oh,” Steve gasps, and orgasms hard.

Bucky laughs into Steve’s neck. He doesn’t stop fucking Steve, but begins driving his cock into him even harder.

“I’d like to see you in the Omega pile,” Bucky says darkly. “Tradition allows the bride to be sampled by everyone, but the groom may only fuck the bride. You’ll be so overwhelmed, kitten, but you’ll love it.”

Steve whines, digging his nails into Bucky’s back. He’s sure he’s left stripes.

“Are you going to come again for me, little boy?” Bucky asks. “It’s so pretty when you come – And your cunt tightens up on my cock so nicely. I want you to come again.”

Steve nods again, and indeed, his prick is getting hard once more. Bucky laves his scent gland with his tongue and then bites Steve’s ear. Steve jerks, arching his back. Bucky reaches up with a hand and starts tugging at one of Steve’s nipples, using the other to brace himself on the bed.

“Come on, Stevie-sugar,” Bucky coaxes. “Come for Daddy.”

Steve cries out, arching his back again. He’s so very close again. Bucky tugs viciously at his nipple and the pleasure peaks.

“Daddy!” Steve gasps.

He splatters both of their stomachs. Bucky gives a growl and plants both elbows on the bed, hanging over Steve, as he hammers his cock into Steve’s ass. Steve can feel through their bond that Bucky’s close, too.

“Spend yourself in me, Daddy,” he begs.

Bucky then snarls as he finishes, knot swelling and cock spurting. Bucky’s knot presses on Steve’s prostate and with the spill-over of pleasure through the bond, Steve comes a third time. Bucky sinks his teeth into Steve’s scent gland again and growls. Steve is out of breath, limp on the bed. He lets his legs fall, framing Bucky’s hips.

Bucky releases his jaw and instead sucks at the mark. He gathers Steve in his arms and picks him up, then climbs onto the bed with him. Bucky lays them down on their sides and starts petting his wrists over Steve’s bare skin, everywhere he can reach. Steve kicks his slippers off, then scowls at Bucky’s boots.

“Get those off our bed,” he fusses.

Bucky laughs, then leans to the side to unlace and remove his boots. He then wraps around Steve again.

“You’re such a good boy, doll,” Bucky murmurs. “You take my cock so well. Daddy’s very pleased with you.”

Steve purrs and nuzzles into Bucky’s neck, seeking out his scent gland. Bucky tips his chin up to let him. Post-coital, Steve is drowsy.

“Nap, darling,” Bucky encourages. “I’ll wake you up in about an hour for the games.”

Steve nods and yawns. He snuggles closer to Bucky’s neck, but shivers a little. Bucky grabs a fur blanket and pulls it up, covering them. Steve sighs happily.

“Thank you, Daddy,” he mumbles.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Steve dozes, content with the scent of his Alpha in his nose. Vaguely, he’s aware of Bucky slipping his cock from him at some point, some point after his knot releases. Steve just presses closer, hands tucked between their bodies. 

Then, sometime after Bucky pulled out, Steve wakes to Bucky’s soft, deep voice.

“Time to get up, little one. We have games to attend.”

Steve yawns and nuzzles into Bucky’s scent gland. Bucky kisses the top of his head.

“You’ll enjoy watching,” he promises. “I’ll be in each fight.”

“Won’t get hurt, will you?” Steve asks.

“If I do, it’s the will of the gods.”

Steve scowls at that. He pushes up and catches Bucky in a kiss.

“If you get hurt, I’ll beat you,” he whispers boldly.

Bucky laughs, throwing his head back. Steve takes the opportunity to bite none-too-gently at his scent gland. Bucky laughs again and rolls them over to put Steve on his back, then kisses him soundly.

“Feisty little one, aren’t you?” Bucky purrs. “I swear, darling, I won’t get hurt. It’s bad luck, after all.”

Steve is satisfied by that. Bucky pushes up and pulls him into a sitting position, then lifts him off the bed. He puts Steve back on his feet, then picks up the discarded shift.

“Arms up,” he says.

Steve lifts his arms and Bucky pulls the shift onto him. Bucky then picks up the robe, unbuttons it the rest of the way, and helps him into it. Steve steps back into his slippers and Bucky puts his shirt and boots back on. Bucky guides him into the sitting room, and then out. They return to the first floor, then go through the grand front doors outside.

An arena has been set up in the courtyard. Spectators are already gathered, but the arena is empty. Bucky walks with Steve over to a tent, then enters it with him, and they find Thor and Brunhilde waiting inside, both wearing armor. 

“How was it?” Brunhilde asks with a grin.

“Oh, he’s a dream,” Bucky answers, swinging his arm over Steve’s shoulders. “Better than anyone I’ve ever fucked, and he has zero experience, even.”

Steve blushes. Thor and Brunhilde laugh.

“It’s the virginity,” Steve mutters under his breath.

Bucky, Thor, and Brunhilde still hear him and they all laugh again. Bucky yanks Steve against his side and kisses his braids.

Natasha then enters, her face painted with red warpaint, and wearing armor, but with no sleeves. Her armor is also decorated with teeth, like Bucky’s. 

“Looking forward to trying to cut you,” she says to Bucky. “But I’ve heard even demi-gods don’t bleed.”

“We don’t,” Bucky says with a feral grin.

Natasha snorts. Bucky crosses to a trunk and opens it, then, strangely, rips his shirt off. He dons the same sort of armor as the day before though without his shirt, and with a different vest that has less coverage; straps connecting metal-reinforced leather over his heart, belly, and upper back but exposing skin elsewhere. Steve is once again disconcerted by the jawbones that look very human. Bucky paints his face with black stripes and ties back his hair with a leather cord. He then reaches out for Steve and Steve immediately goes to him. Bucky grabs him by the waist and kisses him thoroughly. Steve forgets anyone else is in the tent, and he whimpers, standing on his toes to press his clothed prick against Bucky’s tasset.

“He really is easy,” Natasha quips.

Steve jerks back and blushes, but Bucky laughs. He steps back and picks up a massive sword, made of black metal and sheathed in leather decorated with more animal teeth or claws, and gold. He straps it to his back, then picks up a helm made out of iron and a large, vicious looking skull, which he puts on. His eyes show through the empty sockets of the skull and the upper jaw frames his cheekbones. Bucky pauses, grabs Steve by the jaw, and roughly wipes his mouth with his thumb. It comes away black. Steve touches his lips, and feels tackiness on them.

“Good enough,” Bucky says. “Let’s go.”

They all exit the tent. The spectators see Bucky and cheer. Bucky raises a fist in triumph to them, then guides Steve to where his parents are standing, both of them looking sour again.

“Spend a little quality time with your son,” Bucky says. “But not too much. I don’t want him distracted from the ring.”

Neither Sarah nor Joseph say anything. Bucky catches Steve’s waist and kisses him sharply but briefly, leaving more black warpaint on his mouth. He then turns and strides up to the arena, hopping the fence marking it. The spectators cheer louder. Bucky throws up both fists and circles the arena predatorily. He stops in the center, then throws his head back and howls like a wolf. The spectators fall silent.

“Let any who wish to challenge me cross the fence!” Bucky shouts. “By our laws, it is tradition I be put to the test before my mate before I wed him! Make it a good one, folks!”

The cheering starts up again. Immediately, Natasha jumps into the ring, drawing two short swords.

Bucky draws his greatsword, then the two begin to circle each other. The cheering doesn’t stop. Natasha and Bucky seem to be exchanging words, but they are not audible.

Suddenly, Joseph grabs Steve by the arm and hauls him close. Steve yelps and is startled, but Joseph slaps a hand over his mouth.

“Silence!” he hisses in Steve’s ear. “There is one thing left you are good for –”

He shoves a sheathed scian at Steve. Steve fumbles with the knife, startled by it.

“Hide it,” Joseph growls in a command.

Steve finds himself obeying. He shoves it into his stockings under his robes and straightens up.

“Tonight,” Joseph continues to command, “you will rid us of this pagan usurper. Slit his throat and we will absolve your sins.”

Steve gasps.

“Silence!” Joseph commands. “You will not speak of this. You will do your duty by your people. When Barnes is dead, we can drive out his armies.”

Steve is distracted by Natasha charging on Bucky. Their swords collide and it rings in the air. 

“Do I make myself clear?” Joseph demands.

Steve just nods. He doesn’t know what to do.

Abruptly, he hears Bucky laughing. Natasha ducks under his sword and slashes at his legs, but Bucky jumps out of the way. Steve finds himself shaking. Joseph shoves him away again. Steve glances at his mother, but she won’t look at him.

“But…” Steve whispers. “Isn’t – isn’t murder a sin?”

“You are already a sinner!” Joseph snarls. “You may find forgiveness after you do this. I will bite you so you do not suffer bondsickness. Then you will be sent away. Your mother will have another child.”

Steve looks at his mother again. She makes no expression. She’d only ever had one litter because it had nearly killed her and out of the the three pups she’d born, two were stillborn. He was the only one to survive. He knows she’s refused to have another litter every time Joseph asked her to, which had only worked because their personal physician recommended she didn’t try again. He can’t believe she’s caved to this.

“Speak no more,” Joseph demands. “Watch your… your Alpha,” he spits out.

Steve turns, shuffling. Bucky brings his sword down on Natasha and she catches it with both of hers, forming an X. Bucky then kicks her between the legs, but she darts back. Bucky charges on her and she ducks, circling around so Bucky puts his back to Steve. Steve, even from a distance, can see sweat dripping between Bucky’s bare shoulder blades. The two cross blades once more, then Bucky throws Natasha off and she stumbles. Bucky swings his sword and the tip catches her on the cheek. Blood immediately forms along the cut. She draws back, at once sheathing her swords.

The crowd cheers tenfold.

“FIRST BLOOD HAS BEEN DRAWN!” Bucky calls above the din, raising his fist into the air.

Natasha exits the ring. She’s followed by Brunhilde.

Steve shakes the rest of the morning. Bucky fights Thor, then Loki in trousers instead of his – their dress, then Rhodey, then even Wanda, and after her, a handful of warriors Steve doesn’t know the names of. Bucky wins each and every match, though Steve can tell his opponents are truly attempting to draw blood with how viciously they attack. The dagger under his robes is a heavy weight. Steve doesn’t know what to do.

The sun is high in the sky as Bucky jumps the fence again. He walks in a straight line to him and Steve, still upset by the scian in his stocking, raises his hands for comfort. Bucky takes him by the waist, then lifts him and tucks him against his chest.

“To lunch,” Bucky says, a bit out of breath. “I’ve worked up an appetite.”

Steve nods. Bucky begins to walk again and Joseph and Sarah fall into step behind him. The captains including Domino, and the chiefs and their partners then follow, and after them, the crowd of spectators. Servants open the front doors and Bucky strides through them. They go to the great hall and many people are already waiting. Bucky walks up to the high table, crosses behind it, then takes the center seat. Joseph sits at his left and Sarah beside him. There are nine seats, and beside Sarah sit Bruce and a woman Steve doesn’t know. On Bucky’s right, Natasha sits with Clint in her lap and Wanda, Darcy, and Jane at their right. Bucky pulls Steve across his lap and waves a hand. Servants stride up with food, then they serve it, holding each dish and putting food on their plates before going to the right to serve the next plate.

Bucky puts his hand on Steve’s leg, and it lands right on the knife.

“What’s this?” Bucky says, flipping Steve’s robe up to discover the hidden weapon in his stocking. “Now, I didn’t give this to you, pet, where did you get it?”

Steve sucks in a breath. Joseph is staring straight ahead. Joseph had commanded him to tell no one, so he cannot speak. But Bucky’s word is his law. He feels compelled to answer. Steve lifts his hand and points to Joseph.

“I see,” Bucky muses, looking to Joseph. “And what, pray tell, made you decide to arm my Omega?”

“The boy is lying,” Joseph insists.

“I doubt it,” Bucky answers, then turns to Steve. “What did he give this to you for, darling?”

Steve lifts his hand again and draws a finger across Bucky’s throat.

Bucky throws his head back and laughs. “What gall!” he says. “And foolishness. Alas, dear Father, I’m afraid you will not get to be steward. You shall be too dead to do it.”

Steve gasps in shock. Joseph’s eyes widen.

“But it’s bad luck to host an execution before a wedding,” Bucky adds. “I’ll have you put to death the day after. Enjoy your last days. Maybe try to make your poor wife orgasm.”

Bucky then calmly begins to feed Steve. There is a beef steak cut into bite-sized pieces, more roasted vegetables and potatoes, a salad of greens dressed in lemon and oil with salt and something a little spicy, and cheesy polenta. Bucky has Steve take a bite of each before eating himself. 

“Did I hear right?” Natasha asks. “Your father-in-law attempted an assassination?”

“A weak attempt,” Bucky tells her. “He actually thought Steve might still be loyal to him.”

“How stupid,” Natasha comments.

“Indeed,” Bucky laughs. “Have some wine, pet.”

Steve drinks. He’s had more wine in the past two days than he’s ever had in his life. Bucky feeds Steve some of the steak, then a potato piece. He takes a bite of the salad, then feeds Steve some. 

“Since your mother will be a widow, she’ll have to come with us,” Bucky tells Steve. “‘Tis our law, when a spouse is executed – The remaining spouse is considered a co-conspirator and placed into custody.”

Steve pouts at that. Bucky laughs again.

“Come, identify the rest of your friends,” Bucky tells him before taking a bite of steak.

“Well,” Steve starts. “You met Peter. I only have one other friend; Wade Wilson. He’s one of my guards. People call him Deadpool because he’s nearly died so many times that people bet on whether or not he’ll live whenever he goes into combat.”

“You shall have many more friends come the future,” Bucky assures him.

“I’ll be your friend!” Clint pipes up. “I even know how to braid hair.”

“You’ll need to bring some of my maids,” Steve then realizes. “Our braids are very complicated.”

“Just the ones to braid your hair,” Bucky tells him. “Are they your friends at all?”

Steve shakes his head. “I only see them to attend me. Peter is usually with me during the day; he’s my assistant – Well, technically he’s my manservant, but he’s my friend so I don’t like calling him a servant.”

“You will make more friends,” Bucky insists. “Do you like the food?”

“Yes, Alpha,” Steve answers. “It’s delicious.”

“Good,” Bucky answers. “We shall meet with my tailor after this.”

Steve nods. Bucky feeds him more seasoned vegetables. Lunch continues and even when Steve is full, Bucky cajoles him into eating a bit more. He’s a bit bloated when the meal ends. Bucky has him finish the wine and Steve’s slightly tipsy by then.

Others are still eating, but Bucky rises with Steve in a bridal carry. He walks off to the side door and a servant opens it. Bucky takes Steve back up to the King’s Wing, and waiting for them in the sitting room is a white-haired boy and an old man.

“This is Yankov,” Bucky says of the old man as he puts Steve back on his feet. “And his senior assistant, Pietro; he’s Wanda’s twin.”

Both Yankov and Pietro bow. Bucky drops into an armchair and puts his feet up on the low table in front of it.

“Did you look at his existing clothing?” Bucky asks.

“We did,” Yankov answers, his voice heavily accented. “Very simple. Just funny dresses.”

“I want to find a way to combine Northern and Brooklyn fashion,” Bucky continues. “Go ahead.”

“Here, boy,” Yankov tells Steve, gesturing to a wooden stool in front of him. “Remove dress. Shift stay on.”

Steve blushes but as he steps onto the stool, he unbuttons his robe. Pietro takes it from him, then helps him take off his waistcoat and petticoat, and Yankov pulls out a leather tape measure. He starts measuring Steve, muttering under his breath in a foreign language. Occasionally, Bucky answers him in that same language. When Yankov finishes, he bows to Bucky.

“Shall begin at once,” he says. “Can put boy in trousers with long tunic. High collar?”

“Yes, please,” Steve says.

“Not as high as what he has,” Bucky adds. “Have it stop just above his scent gland. I also want you to make him lingerie.”

Steve blushes again but it sounds like an acceptable compromise. He doesn’t know what lingerie is. Yankov and Pietro bow and Steve steps off the stool. Pietro takes it and he and Yankov leave. Steve puts his robe back on, brushing it off nervously. Bucky then gestures Steve forward and when Steve steps up to him, Bucky pulls him into his lap.

“We have the rest of the day free,” Bucky tells him. “What do you normally do during the day?”

“Um,” Steve begins. “Well, usually I have lessons in scripture and etiquette.”

“Hmph,” Bucky replies. “What sort of etiquette? You no longer need lessons in scripture.”

“Everything,” Steve says. “Mostly, it’s an extension of my scripture lessons, how to behave like a proper Omega and such.”

“Then we shall ignore it,” Bucky answers. “What would you like to do?”

Steve glances down at his lap and thinks of the bath this morning. “Well, I’d like to learn about your gods.”

“Then I shall send for Bruce,” Bucky answers. “I called him a monk, but in our culture, he’s known as a witch.”

Steve glances up sharply. “You practice witchcraft?”

“It is how we connect with our gods,” Bucky says. “Stand.”

Steve gets up, suddenly a little nervous. Bucky crosses to the bell and rings it. A few minutes later, a servant, dressed in the fashion of Brooklyn, arrives.

“Send for Bruce Banner,” Bucky tells them. “Make it quick.”

“Yes, my Liege,” the servant answers before bowing and leaving.

Bucky sits again and waves Steve forward. Happily, Steve takes his seat in Bucky’s lap again. Bucky kisses his cheek, then nuzzles into his neck. He begins kissing Steve’s neck and Steve tips his head back to give him more room. Bucky unbuttons the first few fastenings of Steve’s robe and kisses his scent gland.

A knock sounds.

“Enter,” Bucky calls, but stays in Steve’s neck.

The door opens and in walks Bruce. He bows to Steve and Bucky and then takes a seat opposite them.

“Tell the boy about our gods,” Bucky says, then simply resumes kissing Steve’s neck.

“As you wish,” Bruce answers while Steve steels himself to ignore Bucky. “Our first god, the chief of the gods, is Odin, the All-Father. He is first and foremost the god of war and death, but he is also the god of wisdom, healing, royalty, knowledge, sorcery, and poetry. His wife is the goddess Frigg, the All-Mother, goddess of marriage, prophecy, clairvoyance, and motherhood.”

Over the hours before supper, Bruce explains the Northern pantheon, their most popular stories, and primary rituals for interacting with the gods. Steve listens intently, wishing he could take notes. Thor, Loki, and Brunhilde are all named after deities or heroes in the Northern religion. Bucky occasionally takes a break from his neck, typically just to look and admire his handiwork, it seems. As the sun sets, Bruce concludes the explanation of the Nine Worlds and Yggdrasil.

A servant in Northern garb then enters and bows. “Dinner is ready to serve, my Liege.”

“We shall go,” Bucky answers, standing with Steve in his arms. “With us, Bruce.”

“Of course,” Bruce answers. “I am quite hungry.”

They leave the King’s quarters, following the servant to the side door into the Great Hall. When Bucky enters, all the Northerners cheer. The Brooklynites are silent. The high table is already seated and Joseph is there. Steve would have thought he would have been imprisoned. Bucky takes his seat, tucking Steve into his lap, and claps his hands. Servants at once begin to serve the food and pour wine.

The meal is pork, vegetables and potatoes, and another salad. There is also bread, cheese, and fruit. Bucky again feeds Steve first. Steve notices his mother is eating despite the grimace on her face. She must have been too hungry to turn down the flavorful, rich food. Joseph eats morosely, probably preoccupied by his upcoming death. Bucky chats with Natasha as they eat, but Steve soon gets sleepy from the wine and doesn’t participate. Again, Bucky makes him continue to eat even after he wants to stop. He’s serious about Steve gaining weight, it seems. 

When their plate is clear, Bucky leaves with Steve in his arms. Steve wonders if he’ll ever walk again. They return to the King’s Wing and Bucky puts Steve on the bed before going to add wood to the fire and bank it.

“Now,” Bucky says as he straightens and removes his belt and tasset, “I want dessert.”

Steve is confused. Bucky folds over him and kisses him soundly. Steve lets his hands fall above his head while Bucky unbuttons his robe.

“Stand,” Bucky says.

Steve gets up. Bucky shoves the robe off him and then removes his waistcoat, petticoat, and shift impatiently. He roughly turns Steve around, then just as impatiently removes the clasps and jewelry from his hair. He immediately shoves his fingers into it; Steve moans and leans back into him. Bucky chuckles and shakes his hands in Steve’s hair. Steve moans again as he shivers from the delicious sensation on his scalp. Bucky pulls his hands back, then turns him back around and pushes. Steve kicks off his slippers as he falls onto the bed. Bucky doesn’t undress yet. Instead, he grabs Steve’s legs and throws them back. He then kneels. Steve’s cock gets completely hard in anticipation as Bucky grabs his inner thigh and bends his head.

Bucky does not take Steve’s cock in his mouth. He shoves his tongue into his ass.

Steve gasps and pushes back against Bucky’s face, immediately grinding his ass on his mouth. Bucky growls and licks up the slick Steve is starting to produce.

“Delicious,” Bucky purrs. “You taste as you smell – Like spice cake.”

Steve can only whine. Bucky stabs his tongue into Steve’s hole and his scruff scratches at Steve’s tender skin. He loves the feeling. Bucky squeezes his thighs and sucks on Steve’s rim, tongue rolling inside him. He licks up Steve’s hole to his balls, kisses them, then goes back to licking and sucking at his ass. Bucky growls again and his teeth scrape Steve’s rim. Steve yelps and Bucky chuckles. Bucky continues moving his tongue, alternatively squeezing and petting Steve’s thighs. Steve’s cock is trembling and then Bucky’s tongue hits his prostate. An orgasm starts quickly building in his belly.

“Daddy –” he gasps out. “Daddy, can I come? Please?”

Bucky pulls back to speak. “You may, precious.”

He shoves his tongue back into Steve’s hole and stabs at his prostate. Steve gasps and then he comes just from Bucky’s tongue. Bucky surges up at the last second and drinks down Steve’s orgasm from his cock, making him shout as his pleasure spikes. He growls once more and then stands up, grabbing his wrists to pin them, and kisses him. His tongue is sweet, Steve notices faintly.

Bucky releases one hand and then his cock is pressing into Steve’s pussy, with only his tongue to stretch him. Steve whimpers into Bucky’s mouth and Bucky growls again.

“Good boy,” Bucky murmurs against his lips, then starts kissing across his cheek. “You’re just perfect for me, honey. Daddy’s so pleased with you.”

Steve whines. Bucky starts fucking him like an animal, holding him by the hip with one hand and pinning his throat with the other, his mouth latched onto a sensitive spot just behind his ear, tongue rolling to create suction. Steve gasps and moans against his palm while Bucky growls right against his ear and soon, another orgasm is building in Steve’s gut.

“Can I come, Daddy?” he begs. “Please?”

“Do it,” Bucky snaps. “Wanna feel you all tight on my cock. Come for Daddy, princess.”

Steve arches his back and grabs his cock. In two strokes, he’s gasping and shooting off across his belly and chest. His eyes squeeze shut as his cunt pulses, getting tighter so Bucky’s cock feels larger. Bucky releases his throat and grabs his hips with both hands, yanking Steve down and up to meet his thrusts. Bucky gasps, then Steve feels through the bond how close he is, and instantly, his cock is hard again.

“Can I come when you knot me?” he begs. “Please, Daddy?”

“Yeah, pumpkin, you can come again,” Bucky pants. “Gods, you’re so goddamn good on my dick.”

A few thrusts later, Bucky is groaning and Steve jerks at the pleasure radiating from their bond, then he moans again, louder and longer. Bucky spills inside him and his knot presses on Steve’s prostate, but he keeps flexing his hips, knocking his fat knot into his sweet spot over and over. Steve squeezes himself around his cock and then he’s coming a third time, shouting once more with how good it feels. Bucky folds over him, grabbing his neck with a hand again, and kisses him hard.

“Good boy,” Bucky murmurs against Steve’s mouth. “Daddy’s pleased with you.”

“Daddy,” Steve whispers.

Bucky kisses his forehead. He then stands up and strips off his pauldrons and vest, then the rest of his armor, and he removes his boots and trousers. Still locked in Steve’s hole, Bucky picks him up and crawls up the bed with him. The two of them naked, Bucky wraps around Steve and kisses him softly.

“Sleep well, precious,” Bucky says gently.

Steve nods, the wine still in his head making him extra sleepy post-coitus. He tucks his face into Bucky’s neck and soon, he is asleep.

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7:  The Bible once spoke of a fallen angel… I used to dream he'd appear. (Let me be your freedom. Let daylight dry your tears. I'm here with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.)

Steve wakes to the early dawn, but Bucky is still snoring. Bucky’s cock, half hard, presses against his belly and Steve shifts so his dick presses against Bucky’s, then starts lazily grinding against him, barely moving his hips. They’re both quickly fully hard. He hopes there will be time before breakfast for Bucky to knot him.

He then dozes for a while. He comes out of it to Bucky snorting awake. Bucky hums and draws Steve closer, tossing a heavy leg over his hips. Steve gives him a trill and bares his throat reflexively.

“Good morning, my boy,” Bucky mumbles. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhm,” Steve answers, then presses their cocks together tighter. “Will you knot me?”

Bucky laughs softly. He rolls them over so Steve is on his back and Bucky hangs over him.

“There shall be a mid-morning feast instead of a typical breakfast, so yes,” Bucky tells him.

Steve shivers in delight. He grabs Bucky by the hair and kisses him. Bucky rumbles happily into the kiss, then his hand slips between Steve’s legs and touches his hole.

“You’re very wet for your age,” Bucky observes as he easily slips a finger into Steve. “It pleases me.”

“All for you,” Steve whispers.

“All for me,” Bucky says. “Just for Daddy, hm?”

Steve nods quickly. Bucky kisses him harder and shoves a second finger into Steve’s cunt. The stretch is almost too much, but Steve shudders in pleasure. He spreads his legs and Bucky shifts to kiss down his neck. He settles at Steve’s scent gland and sucks on it. He presses a third finger inside Steve, clearly impatient, and stretches him with quick movements.

“Daddy,” Steve gasps.

“Daddy’s here,” Bucky answers. “Don’t fret, darling, you’ll have my cock soon.”

Steve nods quickly. Bucky nips at his scent gland, then, as he’d promised, he withdraws his fingers and sits back, his knees shoving under Steve’s spread thighs, so he can push his cock inside him. Steve moans at the feeling of being filled and presses his hips against him, arching his back. Bucky grabs his throat and squeezes gently, shoving his cock fully into him. Steve whines and Bucky bends to kiss him sharply. His teeth catch on his lower lip and Steve throws his hands up to grab Bucky’s shoulder and hair. He digs his nails in, enjoying the thought of marking Bucky in return.

Bucky begins fucking him hard. Steve rocks up and down the bed, gasping each time Bucky hits his sweet spot. Bucky grabs Steve’s cock and strokes it quickly.

“Come, little boy,” he encouraged. “Squeeze up all nice on Daddy’s cock.”

Steve nods and Bucky strokes his dick hard. Steve then gasps, moans, and arches his back as he comes over their stomachs and his chest. Bucky gasps, squeezing Steve’s cock, and only a moment later, Bucky is coming into Steve’s cunt and his knot is swelling.

Steve pants for breath. Bucky kisses him, stealing his air, and Steve gets lightheaded. Bucky only releases his mouth when Steve is gasping against his lips. Bucky sits up then and just stares at him, breathing hard.

“Good boy,” Bucky then says. “You do so well for Daddy, sunshine.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Steve murmurs.

Bucky folds over him again and goes back to kissing him, this time slower. Steve slips both hands into Bucky’s hair and combs through it. It’s very thick and soft, coarse at the ends. Bucky bites at Steve’s lip and grasps his throat again. Steve feels owned and it feels very good.

When Bucky’s knot softens, he gets up from the bed. Steve just lays back, slipping two fingers into his hole to feel Bucky’s seed dripping out of him. 

Bucky rings the bell and then banks the fire, adding more wood. Steve pulls the blankets up to his chest as a knock comes to the bedroom door.

“Enter,” Bucky calls.

It’s Annabel. Her eyes bug out when she sees Bucky in all his nude glory and she hastily looks at the floor.

“You called, Your Majesty?” she says.

“Bring up hot water for a bath,” Bucky tells her, stretching. Steve can see red lines across his shoulders and upper back and he smiles. 

“Yes, Majesty.”

Annabel bows out. Steve gets up and puts on his shift from the day before, not wanting to be naked in front of others. Bucky stands at the fire, looking into it. Steve approaches. Bucky puts an arm around him and draws him close.

“Look into the flames,” he orders.

Steve looks, though he’s not sure what for.

“The gods sometimes send messages through fire,” Bucky says. “Look closely. Try to recognize shapes in the tongues and the sparks.”

Steve looks closer. A log splits and sends up a burst of sparks; Steve gasps as he sees the shape of a bird in it.

“Odin speaks with us,” Bucky says proudly. 

The flames dance. Steve watches intently. He doesn’t recognize anything else, but perhaps he is just unused to this. It feels like witchcraft and that frightens him.

“See, there?” Bucky says, pointing to the flames. “I see a goblet. Do you?”

Steve shakes his head. “What does that mean?”

“Bounty,” Bucky answers. “Odin is blessing my claiming of you and of Brooklyn. If this were a message from Frigg, I would assume that you were pregnant already.”

Steve blushes.

“I hope to experience your second heat soon, however,” Bucky adds. “As much as I wish you to bear my children, I wish to take you through your first proper heat before that.”

Steve turns into Bucky’s chest and hides his deepening blush. Bucky chuckles and kisses the top of his head.

“You will thoroughly enjoy it,” he assures Steve. “As will I.”

“I believe you,” Steve murmurs.

They wait. Bucky takes down his braids and hair jewelry, then a knock comes at the outer door. Bucky releases Steve and steps into the sitting room. Steve follows him.

“Enter,” Bucky calls.

The door opens and Annabel returns with two other servants. They don’t look at Bucky, as he’s still naked. They go into the washroom with buckets of steaming water and Bucky follows them, so Steve does, as well. Annabel pumps water into the bath and the servants pour their four buckets of hot water into the bath. When it is full, they step back and the two other servants bow before leaving. Annabel lingers.

“You’re dismissed,” Bucky tells her.

“Your Majesty, the Prince –” Annabel tries to say.

“I will take care of him,” Bucky insists. “I have told you once already that I do not like to repeat myself. A third infraction, and I shall have you dismissed from service.”

Annabel bows quickly and then leaves. Bucky turns to Steve.

“I dislike her,” he says, grabbing the hem of his shift. 

“She’s annoying,” Steve confesses. “She’s very strict with me.”

“She will not be coming to attend you,” Bucky then says. “Arms up.”

Steve lifts his arms and Bucky pulls the shift over his head. Bucky then picks him up and puts him into the bath. Steve shuffles forward and Bucky climbs in behind him. Bucky looks to the window, squints, and then nods.

“It’s around eight,” he says. “The feast is in an hour. We can take our time here.”

Steve twists around, sloshing water, and leans against Bucky’s chest. Bucky shifts forward so his body is more covered by the hot water, then wraps his arms around Steve and falls back against the sloped back of the tub. Bucky then begins bringing palmfuls of water over Steve’s shoulder.

“What do you like to read?” Bucky asks softly.

“I only read the scriptures and etiquette books,” Steve admits.

“At least you can read,” Bucky murmurs. “I shall have books brought for you. Today, there will be poetry readings. Many of them tell stories of my gods.”

Steve nods. Bucky kisses his hair.

“I am sure you will enjoy it,” Bucky adds.

“I am sure I will,” Steve answers.

“Lean back, boy,” Bucky then says. “Get under the water.”

Steve shuffles forward and then lays back into the water. Bucky’s fingers push through his hair, encouraging it to wet. Steve ducks under the water, holding his breath. Bucky’s nails scratch at his scalp gently. He adds his other hand and if Steve were above water, he would purr. He thinks of Bucky’s gods, of Odin and Frigg, and prays that he and Bucky will have a fruitful marriage. It is his first prayer to Bucky’s gods. He thinks of his father’s god and rebukes him. He thinks that the god he was raised with is weak, lesser than even Bucky. Bucky is a demi-god, after all, even if Steve doesn’t yet know if he believes that yet.

Bucky pulls him up. Steve sits up, taking a deep breath, and then scoots back to rest against Bucky’s chest again. Bucky reaches to the table next to them and picks up a bottle of sweet clove oil. This, he pours into Steve’s hair. He puts the bottle back and works the oil through Steve’s tresses. Bucky then picks up a bottle of liquid soap, scented with lemon and ginger, and pours this over Steve’s hair. Bucky lathers the soap and it tingles at Steve’s scalp. Steve tips his head back as Bucky works the soap down his head, then down the length of his hair. Bucky lathers the ends, then gently pushes Steve forward. Steve lays back into the water again, falling beneath the surface. Bucky’s hands comb through Steve’s hair, then he pulls him up again. He follows the oil and soap with a hair cream, this one unscented, and works it through Steve’s long hair.

This, he lets sit. Bucky tells Steve to back up in a murmur, and Steve does, then Bucky drops his head back into the water. He combs through his own hair with his hands, then sits back again. He picks up a bottle of unscented oil and hands it to Steve. Steve stands on his knees to better reach and pours the oil into Bucky’s hair. He works it through, then selects a bottle of clary sage-scented shampoo himself. He pours that, too, into Bucky’s hair, and lathers it. Bucky closes his eyes and tips his forehead against Steve’s. Steve scratches at Bucky’s scalp, knocking loose bits of dirt and built up dead skin. When he pulls his hands away, Bucky shuffles forward and lays back into the water. Steve runs his hands through Bucky’s hair, releasing the soap, and scratches at his scalp again gently.

Bucky sits up again and Steve grabs the same unscented softening cream that’s in his hair. He scoops some out of the jar and starts at the ends of Bucky’s hair, where it is coarser, working his way up to the roots.

“You’re such a good boy,” Bucky murmurs.

Steve smiles. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Bucky grabs the back of his neck and pulls him into a kiss. Steve parts his lips and Bucky licks into his mouth, tongue demanding and rough. Steve lets his hands fall to Bucky’s shoulders, then wraps his arms around his neck. Bucky grips Steve’s hair and pulls his head back, then starts kissing his neck. Bucky pauses to suck a mark into Steve’s skin, high up on his neck, and Steve exhales happily. Bucky’s teeth scrape his skin and Steve shivers despite the heat coming from the water.

“Lay back,” Bucky says softly.

Steve turns around and then lays into the water. He keeps his face above the surface this time, tilting his head back to let the water reach his hairline. Bucky picks up a comb and runs it through Steve’s hair, bringing it down into the water to reach the ends. Steve begins to purr. Bucky takes his other hand and cups Steve’s throat.

“Good boy,” Bucky says. “You do well for Daddy. I’m so proud of you.” 

Bucky squeezes Steve’s throat a little, making him whimper. Bucky folds over him and, upside down, kisses Steve slowly. He squeezes Steve’s throat again and Steve reaches up to tangle his hand in Bucky’s hair. Bucky prolongs the kiss, teeth scraping Steve’s lower lip. Steve does his best to kiss back, but he feels content and lazy. Sins, he knows, but he’s a pagan now. He doesn’t care.

Bucky then sits up. Steve does, too, chasing his mouth. Bucky chuckles against Steve’s lips and grips the back of his neck. He squeezes once more and Steve goes limp onto Bucky’s shoulder, sighing.

“Good boy,” Bucky says again. “Sit back.”

Steve sits up and scoots backwards in the bath. Bucky lays down and uses his hands to comb out the cream from his hair. He gives it a shake, then sits up again and rests against the back of the tub. Steve at once goes into his arms and Bucky kisses his hair, then stops and presses his nose into it, breathing deep.

“You’re precious,” Bucky murmurs. 

“I love you,” Steve answers.

Bucky kisses his hair again. “I love you, as well, pet.”

Steve turns into Bucky’s neck and rubs his cheek against his scent gland. Bucky hooks his chin over Steve’s head and resumes pouring palmfuls of water over his shoulders. They linger that way, long enough the water begins to lose its heat. Bucky then picks up a bar of soap and has Steve stand up on his knees first to wash under his arms and over his torso, then to his feet and washes between his legs and down them. At Bucky’s touch, Steve’s cock grows hard. Bucky smiles and Steve can smell him beginning to become aroused, as well.

Bucky has him get back into the water to wash off the soap, then pulls him into his lap. Bucky’s half-hard cock presses against Steve’s hip. Then Bucky takes Steve’s prick in his large hand and begins to stroke it slowly, softly. Steve is soon whimpering, his hole leaking slick and Bucky’s seed, and his dick leaking pre-cum into the water.

“Come, angelbaby,” Bucky whispers. “Show Daddy you like this.”

Steve comes with a shudder and a gasp. Bucky squeezes his dick and grabs Steve’s jaw with his other hand, reaching around his neck. Bucky pulls him into a kiss and Steve moans. Bucky leaves his hand on Steve’s prick, just petting it gently. Steve, his hands shaking, grabs Bucky’s cock.

“Good boy,” Bucky murmurs against Steve’s lips. “Make me come, little one.”

Steve nods and Bucky kisses him harder. Steve begins stroking Bucky’s cock, then abruptly Bucky stands up in the bath, his cock now fully hard and dripping water. Steve shifts to his knees and puts it in his mouth immediately. He moans, taking it as deep into his mouth as he can, and Bucky grabs his hair with both hands. Steve bobs his head, groaning at the salty and rich taste on his tongue. Bucky grips his hair harder and begins shifting his hips, thrusting back and forth into Steve’s mouth.

Steve gags a bit but not enough to stop. Bucky then shoves his cock into his throat, growling. He fucks into Steve’s mouth and throat, and Steve can feel him through their bond getting close, then after a minute he pulls out. Bucky strokes his cock, fist flying, and then grunts as he orgasms. Steve shuts his eyes quickly and seed splatters his face. He takes a deep breath, lightheaded, and reaches up to smear Bucky’s cum over his face and throat, and over his scent gland, too. 

“Good boy,” Bucky breathes out.

He sits down again. Steve scoops up water in his hands and splashes his face, washing Bucky’s cum into the bath. It will perfume the water and leave him scented by Bucky even further. Bucky pulls Steve against his chest again and kisses his forehead.

“Good boy,” he repeats. “Daddy’s proud of you. You’ve learned quick how to suck my cock.”

Steve nods, a bit drowsy after the sex. Bucky kisses his hair.

“Lean back against the other wall,” Bucky tells Steve softly.

Steve shifts away and leans against the forward wall of the tub. Bucky stands up again, this time picking up the soap. He washes himself quickly, then sits again to rinse it off. The water is lukewarm by then. Once the soap is washed off, Bucky stands up and climbs out of the tub. Steve gets up, too, but Bucky picks him up instead of letting him step out of the tub. Bucky puts him on his feet on a rug in front of the fire, which is down to coals, and picks up a towel to dry him. Steve sways on his feet, eyes half-shut, somehow sleepy again. Bucky dries himself, then sweeps Steve into his arms, one behind his back and the other under his knees. 

Bucky walks them into the sitting room, where their trunks of clothing wait. He sets Steve in a chair, then opens Steve’s trunk of shifts and sleep clothes. He selects a chemise and Steve stands again. Bucky pulls it over his head and Steve brushes down the fabric. Bucky opens the second large trunk and takes out a petticoat and corset, then after Steve’s wearing them, he opens the third trunk with Steve’s robes and takes out a silk gown dyed a deep, royal purple, embroidered with brocade in red and gold with beads of sapphires and diamonds as well as small pearls. This one buttons in the back, from the neckline to the rump, has a sash sewn to the high waist that could tie in the back, and the skirt has a little bit of volume but not much. The bottom hem, the bell sleeve cuffs, and the neckline are trimmed in black with more of the red and gold brocade. Bucky releases the buttons, then pulls it over Steve’s head, too. Bucky steps behind him and does up the buttons again. Steve smooths out the high collar, then Bucky, still behind him, grips his throat. Steve leans back against Bucky’s naked body and reaches back to gently wrap his hand around his soft cock, wanting the comfort of it.

Bucky chuckles. “I’m afraid it’ll take me a few minutes to get hard again, and we have a feast to attend.”

“Alright,” Steve grumbles.

“But if you’d like to give a show, I can fuck you after we eat,” Bucky offers. “The celebrations today will take place in the great hall. They’ll last all day, so we won’t have a chance to fuck otherwise.”

Steve shivers. “Maybe,” he mumbles.

Bucky chuckles again. He squeezes Steve’s throat, then takes his jaw in hand and tilts his head back. Steve drops it against Bucky’s shoulder and Bucky tucks into his neck, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just under his fingers, above Steve’s high collar. He starts sucking, rolling his tongue, and scrapes his teeth over the spot. Steve whimpers and Bucky squeezes his jaw.

Bucky releases him and goes to ring the bell. Annabel arrives again and Bucky tells her to send for someone to do Steve’s hair. Annabel bows and leaves, then while she’s gone, Bucky quickly does his braids with his pagan jewelry. Ten minutes later, there’s a knock. Bucky calls for them to enter. Priscilla comes in, carrying a basket, and Steve sits down on a footstool so she can comb and braid his hair. Bucky dismisses her when she’s done then orders Steve to sit on his lap, which he does, but only a moment later, a knock sounds at the door.

Bucky lifts his head to call: “Enter,” then goes back to forming a bruise on Steve’s neck.

The door opens and a servant, wearing Northern clothes, bows to them.

“The feast is ready to be served,” they say.

“Very well,” Bucky says, releasing Steve’s jaw and putting him on his feet. “You may go.”

The servant bows again and leaves. Bucky  stands, then crosses to his own trunk and opens it. He dresses in leather trousers again, with wool stockings, then another linen shirt. It seems all of his clothes are black. He sits down to put on his boots and Steve pulls stockings and a pair of silk purple slippers from his trunk. He sits and rolls the stockings onto his legs over his knee. He then pushes his feet into the slippers and waits as Bucky laces up his boots. Bucky stands and holds his hand out. Steve gets up, as well, and takes Bucky’s hand. Bucky tucks it into his elbow, then walks him to the door. He opens it and they leave.

Steve looks at the guards lining the halls as they walk. Bucky takes him to the great hall’s side door again and they enter the hall.

Like before, the Northerners all cheer when they enter. Bucky raises a hand, waving in a kingly manner, before pulling out the center seat at the high table. He sits, then lifts Steve into his lap. Joseph waits at Bucky’s left, Sarah beside him, and different people line the top table besides them this morning. Steve doesn’t know any of their names.

Bucky claps his hands and servants enter with the breakfast. There is bread, still steaming from the oven, soft wedges of brie, fresh fruit, poached eggs, grilled fish again, and roasted root vegetables. Steve recognizes carrots, onions, and parsnips, but there is also a cubed orange vegetable he doesn’t recognize. The servants pour wine and Bucky takes a sip once his goblet is filled. 

The servants fill the hall to serve the chattering people and Bucky scoops up some of the flakey fish. He offers it to Steve and he eats it gladly. When he’s done chewing, he picks up one of the orange cubes.

“What’s this?” he asks.

“Sweet potato,” Bucky answers.

Steve pops the cube into his mouth and chews. It is sweet, but also a bit slimy. He wrinkles his nose as he swallows with difficulty.

“I don’t like it,” he says.

“You don’t have to eat it,” Bucky answers, taking a bite of sweet potato himself.

He cuts into an egg and reveals the creamy yolk. Bucky lifts the bit he’d cut off and holds it for Steve. Steve leans forward and takes the bite, purring at the taste. 

“Today, we celebrate until supper,” Bucky then says to Joseph. “There shall be poetry readings and songs. I’m sure you won’t enjoy it, but as I said yesterday, it’s bad luck for the bride’s parents to not attend the celebrations.”

“As you wish, my Liege,” Joseph mumbles.

Bucky chuckles, glancing at him. “Preoccupied?” he asks.

Joseph says nothing, does nothing but eat. Bucky laughs.

“Looming death will do that to a man,” he says.

Steve doesn’t actually care that his father will be put to death. He doesn’t like him. Joseph is an awful man, especially compared to Bucky.

Bucky feeds Steve more fish, then takes a few bites for himself. Music plays, but no one is singing yet. Steve wonders what sort of poetry will be sung.

They finish eating and drinking, but a servant comes up and refills Bucky’s glass. Bards then move to the center of the hall, changing the tune. A woman and a man step forward and begin to sing.

They tell the story of the god Thor tricking a giant into nearly marrying him, then a story about the god Loki, then more stories. Steve finds himself drowsy from the wine and falls asleep on Bucky’s shoulder. When he’s woken by Bucky shaking him, lunch is being served and the bards have gone back to the sidelines, playing music without words now. They eat, then the bards resume singing stories from the North. The afternoon goes by that way. Steve manages to stay awake until supper. The bards finish and servants bring out food and wine and beer. They eat again, and once Bucky has cleared his plate feeding himself and Steve, he stands with Steve in his arms and walks out, taking him back to the 9th floor and the King’s Wing. After a moment, Natasha follows behind them.

A guard opens the door to the King’s quarters and Bucky enters with Steve. Natasha does, as well. Bucky puts Steve on a chaise lounge and goes to the fireplace, adding more wood and banking the coals. Natasha flops into a seat as well. Steve has since confirmed her to be an Alpha, and she looks like one as she props an ankle on her opposite knee and tosses her arms onto the arms of the chair. Bucky turns around, then picks Steve up again. He sits and sets Steve in his lap.

“I’ve gotten the official declaration of execution for Joseph,” Natasha says without preamble. “How do you want to kill him?”

“We’ll burn him,” Bucky answers, “like they do to pagans.”

“Burn him alive?” Steve gasps.

He doesn’t like his father, but that sounds excessive.

“Burn him,” Bucky confirms. “It’s better than he deserves.”

Steve bites his lip. Natasha nods and stands.

“I’ll have it prepared for the day after the wedding,” she says. “How long do you wish to remain in Brooklyn?”

“Darling, when’s your next heat due?” Bucky asks.

Steve blushes bright red and his jaw drops. Bucky chuckles.

“It’s alright,” he says, “Natasha won’t tell. When’s it due?”

“A month or two,” Steve mumbles. “Might sooner, might be later – It was around this time last year, anyway.”

“We shall stay until after your heat, then,” Bucky decides. “How long do they last?”

“The first one was five days,” Steve admits. “I don’t know how long this one will be.”

“Probably five or six,” Bucky mused. “We shall leave a week after your heat first ends. Prepare to leave after roughly four to eight weeks,” he adds to Natasha.

“Very well,” Natasha answers, then bows a little lazily. “Unless your boy wishes to show off, I’ll see you.”

Bucky chuckles as Steve blushes again and shakes his head. Natasha gives another lazy bow, then opens the door and leaves. Bucky cups the back of Steve’s neck and kisses him slowly, then stands with him. He takes Steve into the bedroom and drops him onto the bed. Bucky then crosses to the fireplace, adds wood to the fire, and banks the coals again. Steve sits up as Bucky returns. He bends at the waist and kisses him hard, then starts taking down his braids. When Steve’s hair is loose, Bucky undoes the buttons at his back one by one. Steve slips his arms free when he can, then lays back so Bucky can pull the gown off his hips. Steve stands for a second and Bucky tugs his shift off him. Bucky then shoves Steve back to the bed and strips off his shirt. Steve kicks off his slippers when Bucky bends to unlace and remove his boots. 

Steve stretches his arms above his head, then changes his mind and reaches for his cock and hole. Bucky smiles as Steve begins to self-soothe, then starts on the other boot. Steve trills happily. Bucky straightens again and tosses his boots towards the still open door, then yanks open the ties of his trousers. He folds over Steve and kisses him, long and sweet. His hand tucks between Steve’s legs and Steve pulls his fingers free of his hole to allow Bucky access. Bucky kisses Steve a while longer, then kneels.

Like last night, Bucky starts licking and sucking at his ass, shoving his tongue into Steve as deep as it can go. Steve gasps and Bucky pushes his legs back by a firm grip on his inner thighs. Steve spreads them and Bucky’s beard scratches roughly at his skin.

“Tha’s so good, Daddy,” Steve mumbles. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Bucky pauses to say: “You’re welcome, my boy.” 

He returns to licking into Steve. He gropes for the nightstand, opens a drawer, and takes out a bottle of oil. Bucky stands up again and pours a bit into his palm. He folds his fingers to smear oil over them, then shoves two into Steve’s ass. Steve shouts and arches his back as they immediately hit his prostate and Bucky starts hammering it. Steve is vibrating down his very core, like a string plucked on a lute.

Bucky is quick to add a third finger, stretching Steve out a bit too fast, but he likes it. Bucky pulls his fingers free after a moment, adds more oil to his palm, then slicks up his cock. Bucky holds it by his flat knot and pushes the tip against Steve’s entrance. He shoves in with a grunt, Steve gasps and then moans, then Bucky grabs Steve by the hips with both hands and begins fucking him without mercy. Steve shouts each time the pierced tip of Bucky’s cock knocks against his prostate.

“Good boy,” Bucky says a moment later, a bit out of breath. “Daddy’s happy with you, sugar.”

“Happy with Daddy,” Steve moans in answer. “Daddy, harder, please!”

Bucky laughs and begins rocking Steve back and forth in time with his thrusts, which he speeds up as well as deepening them. Steve is gasping for breath, rolling his hips, as well, and Bucky kisses him firmly. He rubs the insides of his wrists against Steve’s sides, over his shoulders, and takes one wrist to circle the scent gland against the gland in Steve’s neck. Bucky leans to the side and takes Steve’s earlobe into his mouth, sucking on it, then bites it a little too hard. 

Steve’s belly is twisting and tensing with an upcoming orgasm. “Please, may I come, Daddy?” he pants.

“Yes,” Bucky answers. “Come for Daddy, doll.”

Bucky bites at Steve’s ear again and then grabs his prick, stroking it rapidly. In less than a minute, Steve is coming and his cunt tightens on Bucky’s cock. Bucky keeps fucking him hard and fast. Steve grabs his shoulders and digs his nails in, scratching along Bucky’s upper back. Bucky kisses him and Steve whines into it. Through their bond, Steve can feel that Bucky is close to finishing.

“Can I – Can I come again when you knot me, Daddy?” Steve breathes out.

“Yes,” Bucky repeats, now kissing across Steve’s jaw. “I love it when you come on my knot.”

Steve moans, rocking his hips into Bucky’s cock. He digs his nails in again and that does it for Bucky; he gasps and shoves as deep as he can, and Steve feels the warm rush of his seed surging into him. A moment later, Bucky’s knot inflates and presses on his sweet spot. Bucky strokes Steve’s cock once and then Steve is orgasming again, throwing his head back as he shouts in pleasure. Bucky bites into his scent gland, breaking the skin, and growls, vibrating his throat. Steve moans again.

Bucky stops and licks at the gland he’d just bitten. Steve smells a bit of blood, but feels only pleasure. Bucky stands up on his knees and shoves his trousers down then off, then picks up Steve and crawls with him into the center of the bed. Steve tucks into Bucky’s neck and begins combing his fingers through his chest hair.

“Thank you, Daddy,” he murmurs.

Bucky kisses his hair, then reaches back for his own hair. He begins removing it from its braids, dropping the beads and clasps and pins onto the nightstand. When he’s finished, he combs his hair with a hand a bit.

“Sleep,” Bucky rumbles, a bit of an Alpha’s command slipping into it. “Tomorrow shall be a day of pampering with my captains and chiefs and your parents. My servants will prepare the swimming pool with hot water and we shall all bathe together.”

Steve blushes at the thought of being naked in front of anyone other than Bucky, especially his parents. But he just nods. Bucky kisses his hair again.

Steve soon falls asleep. It feels like only moments later that a knock comes at the outer door.

Bucky’s cock is still inside Steve and half-hard from the morning. But Bucky slips out of him, stands and stretches, then walks into the sitting room. Steve gets up and puts on his shift to follow.

“Come in,” Bucky calls.

The door opens and a Northern servant enters, bowing. “We have brought up your breakfast.”

Three more servants enter, one carrying dishes and utensils, the other two carrying trays of food. The Northerners seem little disconcerted by Bucky’s nudity, as if a huge hairy naked man is something they see everyday. They put it out on the table, setting two places, serve the food, then take the empty dishes and leave. Bucky drops into a chair and gestures to the opposite one. Steve takes it, but finds he’s already gotten used to being fed in Bucky’s lap. But he feeds himself. They eat in silence until the plates are cleared and their goblets of wine finished. 

The wine, as he’s had a full glass, has made him a bit tipsy. After they’ve finished, there is then another knock at the front door and Bucky bids them enter. Two servants take away the empty dishes and used utensils, while the third bows.

“The pool has been prepared, Your Majesty,” they say.

“Excellent,” Bucky says. “We shall attend at once.”

Bucky lets Steve keep on the same shift and dresses him in a lavender robe, without a petticoat or corset. Bucky puts on trousers and his boots, but no shirt. After, Bucky throws his arm around Steve’s shoulders and they leave. Steve feels nervous and exposed exiting the privacy of his Alpha’s apartment with his hair completely loose around his shoulders.

The swimming pool is in the dungeon, fueled by a natural spring, that then drains into a brook that goes underground and then into the moat. Where it is usually cold, the surface is now steaming. Steve sees several large kettles hanging over the fire, likely to keep the pool hot. The pool has also had soap added to it, as bubbles cover its surface. Waiting for them are servants, but also Thor, Brunhilde, Loki, then Natasha, Clint, Wanda, Darcy, Jane, and Bruce. Moments after Steve and Bucky arrive, Sam enters with Riley, followed by Rhodey, Pepper, and Tony.

“Where are my in-laws?” Bucky muses, then signals a servant. “Go and fetch Joseph and Sarah. Tell them no excuse may dismiss them.”

The servant bows. Bucky claps his hands together. “We won’t wait for my in-laws,” he says to the group.

At that, everyone but Steve begins to undress. There are benches and tables that they all put their clothes on. Bucky tugs off his boots, then releases his trousers and takes them off. Steve is staring in wonder at the increasing nudity in front of him. Thor’s musculature is chiseled like from marble and he is covered in thick, honey blonde body hair. Loki’s body is free of hair and they have a penis and testicles. Natasha’s cock looks almost as big as Bucky’s, though her testicles are internal, instead she has a vulva beneath her member. Brunhilde’s nipples are a dark, rosy brown. All of them have various tattoos and body piercings, nearly all of them have pierced nipples, and Natasha, Rhodey, and Tony all have gold rings in the tips of their cock. Tony also has barbell piercings going along the underside of his shaft. Riley is covered in bite marks. Clint’s back is striped in raised, red lines and his cock is contained in a golden cage, forcing it to be soft and small. Steve is curious about that.

“Undress, darling,” Bucky says while most of the group climb into the pool.

Steve blushes and removes his robe. He drapes it across the bench and tries not to feel self-conscious as he pulls his shift over his head. Bucky guides him by the small of the back towards the pool’s steps and Steve gets in, then gasps at how warm it is; warmer than he had expected.

Bucky pulls Steve to the side of the pool on the deep end, where Steve can barely stand but the water comes up to Bucky’s shoulders. Riley jumps in with a whoop, arms tucked around his knees so he makes his body into a ball, and causes a huge, soapy splash. Tony and Clint have started a water fight already, out in the center of the pool. Bucky sits on the bench and pulls Steve into his lap, nuzzling into his neck. Steve tips his head back, as bearing his throat is no more exposing than his nudity.

The door opens and a Northern servant enters, followed by Joseph and Sarah. They look shocked to see the group nudity and everyone in the pool. The servant bows to Bucky and leaves.

“Join us!” Bucky says to Joseph and Sarah.

“We will not remove our clothes,” Joseph snaps. “If we must be present, we will stay out of the pool, and with our backs turned.”

“Suit yourself,” Bucky answers, then glances down at Steve. “Your son is enjoying himself.”

Steve nods, because he is. He’s looking around, admiring the tits on everyone. Riley is more built than Tony is, whose chest is rather flat, though he has a small bit of pudge in his belly. Thor has pecs bigger and rounder than Bucky’s. All of the women have impressive, shapely breasts that make him blush. Joseph takes a seat at the side of the room and Sarah sits beside him, and true to their word, they keep their backs to the pool.

Darcy, Jane, and Wanda float over to where Bucky and Steve are. Darcy sits at Bucky’s right and the other two at his left. Darcy smiles at Steve.

“We hear you have only two friends,” she says.

“We’ll be your friends, as well,” Jane tells him. “What do you like to do?”

“Well,” Steve says, a little flustered by their close-by naked breasts. 

Darcy is one of the ones with pierced nipples, but her navel is pierced as well. All three of them are Omegas, he scents now that they are close to him. Darcy smells like gooseberries and sugar, Jane smells like a forest, and Wanda smells like fire and something spicy.

“I like to draw and paint,” Steve admits. “I don’t get to often, my parents think it’s a useless hobby.”

“You must paint something for me,” Bucky says at once.

Steve blushes but nods. Darcy reaches out and brushes through Steve’s hair with a hand.

“Your hair is so lovely,” she says. “All the other Omega men I know keep their hair mostly short. Yours is so long.”

Steve just nods, as it’s true; his hair reaches his lower back. Wanda adds her hand to Steve’s hair. They both pet him and Steve starts to go limp. When they withdraw their hands, Bucky replaces them with one of his own, and honestly, it feels better when Bucky’s the one petting his hair.

“What’s your favorite season?” Jane asks.

“Summer,” Steve tells her. 

“When’s your birthday?” Jane adds.

“July fourth,” Steve says. 

“And how old are you?” asks Wanda.

“Fifteen,” Steve admits.

“You’ll be sixteen in a few months,” Wanda says. “Are you looking forward to it?”

He hadn’t, but now that he has Bucky, he’s sure his birthday will be more enjoyable. Steve nods.

“What’s your favorite food?” Jane asks.

“Fruit tarts with lemon custard,” Steve says. “Or soft cheese.”

“Fruit tarts are wonderful,” Darcy says. “King, will you have the cooks make fruit tarts for tonight?”

“I will, now that I know they’re Steve’s favorite,” Bucky says.

“Wonderful!” Darcy says, clapping her hands. “We’re sitting at the top table with our Alpha tonight. You’ll have more than the King for conversation.”

“That’s nice,” Steve says.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join?” Natasha asks of Joseph and Sarah. “The water’s excellent.”

“We are sure,” Joseph says stiffly.

“What about you, Sarah?” Natasha adds. “I’m sure you’ve got a body as beautiful as your son’s is.”

Sarah blushes but shakes her head. Steve also blushes.

“Ah, well,” Natasha says, floating away.

Tony shrieks as Clint and Riley pick him up out of the water and toss him back in a few feet away. Thor is sitting opposite Bucky and Loki is in his lap, sucking on Thor’s scent gland in his neck. Brunhilde has gone underwater and has been there for at least three minutes.

Steve leans into Bucky. “What’s wrong with Clint’s back?” he asks.

Bucky chuckles. “Well, some people enjoy the feeling of pain. Clint is one of them. I think Natasha must have taken a cane to his back.”

Steve thinks about how it feels good when Bucky shoves into him with little prep, how it hurts but he enjoys it.

“Will you try that with me?” he asks.

“Oh, sunshine, absolutely,” Bucky growls, rubbing his nose into Steve’s temple.

“You know you have to come North with us, Sarah?” Sam asks.

“What?!” Sarah gasps, almost whipping around to look at Sam over her shoulder but stopping herself at the last second.

“You must!” Sam replies. “When a spouse is executed for treason, the living spouse must be taken into custody.”

Sarah glances at Joseph.

“You won’t be in my dungeons,” Bucky says to Sarah. “I believe being subjected to the North will be punishment enough for you.”

Sarah looks frightened. Steve feels sorry for her. He hopes she becomes disillusioned in Joseph’s god of denial and misery and will embrace Bucky’s gods instead. He even hopes she will agree to join Natasha’s harem.

“Poor woman,” Darcy says, clucking her tongue. “It’s good you don’t take after either of your parents,” she adds to Steve.

“It is very good,” Bucky agrees. 

Steve just nods.

“Will you miss your father?” Wanda asks him.

“No,” Steve confesses, not even caring if Joseph right across the room will hear him. “He’s been cruel to me since I was predicted to be an Omega. In fact, I haven’t been allowed to make art since I presented on his orders. He makes me sit around and do nothing all day. I hate it. Hated it,” he corrects himself, pressing closer to Bucky’s chest.

“That’s awful,” Darcy says. “Then I suppose it is good that Joseph will be put to death."

Steve nods again. He feels no pity for his father. A weak, sniveling old man, obsessed with controlling everyone around him. Perhaps it had always been his doom to be burned alive like all the so-called heathens he had named throughout his rule.

By now, the rest of the group have begun cleaning themselves and washing their hair. Rhodey holds Tony in his lap while Pepper lathers up his hair with soap. Thor is running a rag soap across Loki’s body, leaving trails of suds. Riley is washing Sam’s back. Natasha is washing Clint’s hair.

She finishes a moment later, then snaps her fingers.

“Alpha calls,” Darcy says, getting off the seat. “We’ll chat more in a bit, Prince.”

She swims away. Natasha begins washing her hair. Bruce swims over to take her place. Steve identifies his scent as that of an Alpha.

“Would you like to hear more about our gods?” Bruce asks of Steve’s.

“Yes, please,” Steve says. “Have you ever met one of the Jötunhiem?”

“I have not,” Bruce admits.

“I have,” Bucky tells Steve, then grins. “I killed it.”

Steve looks up in wonder. Bucky chuckles and knocks a finger under his chin.

“Tell him the tale of Sigurd and Gudrun and Brunhilde,” Bucky says to Bruce.

“Thor’s wife is named after Brunhilde,” Bruce says.

Bruce then begins the story. A prince named Sigurd was in love with the lovely Gudrun, and struck a bargain with her brother, Gunnar. Sigurd turned over the kingship he had inherited to Gunnar and his help with Gunnar wooed the princess of Odin, Brunhilde, living in an estate named Lymdale, surrounded by magical flames. Gunnar’s horse refused to cross the fire, so he tried Sigurd’s horse, Greyfell. Greyfell, however, would not move for Gunnar. Hogni cast a spell on Sigurd to transform him into the shape and look of Gunnar, then bade him take Greyfell through the fires. Brunhilde was expecting Sigurd, but when it seemed that Gunnar arrived, Brunhilde surmised Sigurd was dead and agreed to become Gunnar’s queen. She gave him a ring as her pledge to him.

Brunhilde would have preferred Sigurd as himself, but accepted him as Gunnar. She expected him to bearing the ring she had given Sigurd, but Sigurd had not turned it over to Gunnar. This displeased Brunhilde. The real Gunnar fetched her and they returned to Gunnar’s palace, where they hosted a wedding. There, Brunhilde recognized Sigurd. Sigurd realized he loved her in return. However, Brunhilde wed Gunnar.

Bruce continues the tale. Gudrun told Brunhilde that it was Sigurd, not Gunnar, that had ridden through the flames at Lymdale. Brunhilde demanded that Gunnar kill Sigurd to prove he was not a coward. However, Gunnar had sworn an oath to be Sigurd’s brother, so Guttorm went instead. Sigurd woke up at the last second as Guttorm impaled him with his sword. Sigurd, as he lay dying, took up his sword Wrath and threw it, striking Guttorm in the back and killing him. Then Sigurd died. Though she was at peace, Brunhilde killed herself so that she could join Sigurd in Valhalla. Her last words to Gunnar were that he should burn her alongside Sigurd.

Bruce then explains Valhalla in more detail. Natasha calls for Wanda, and then for Jane, and she washes their hair and bodies. By then, Bucky has washed Steve’s hair and body and himself. The others have also finished washing. Tony, Clint, and Riley are playing in the water again. Tony’s Alphas, Natasha, and Sam watch with smiles, smelling pleased. Bruce finishes the stories about Valhalla, then tells Steve about Ragnarok and then the Ouroborus, the snake eating its own tail that is on Bucky’s flag. 

It is all fascinating. Natasha’s three female Omegas swim back over and join Bruce, Bucky, and Steve on the bench.

“Hey, Steve!” Tony shouts. “Come over here, we need another player for Chicken!”

Steve glances at Bucky. Bucky just smiles, picks Steve up off his lap, and puts him down on his feet. Steve stands up on his toes to keep his jaw above the water

“Go play,” Bucky says. “It’ll be good for you, little one.”

So Steve swims over. Tony is sitting on Clint’s shoulders. Riley then crouches down.

“Up you get,” he tells Steve.

Steve climbs on Riley’s shoulders. He’s flustered again to have his dick press against Riley’s neck, but resolves to play the game.

“Now, we run at each other and whoever dodges first loses,” Riley explains. “If we collide, you try to knock Tony off Clint’s shoulders.”

“Pretty simple,” Clint adds.

Steve nods. Clint and Riley move apart, Riley into the shallows and Clint into the deep end almost, where the water stops at his chest. Steve braces himself.

Then they run at each other. Steve jerks and then grabs onto Riley’s shoulders. Riley doesn’t dodge, neither does Clint. At the last second, they stop. Tony at once grabs at Steve’s arms and, unsteady as he is on Riley’s shoulders, easily shoves him into the water.

Steve hits it on his back and hastily takes a breath before he goes under. Then he surges up and throws his hair back, sending a cascade of water behind him. The long ends of it hits the water with a loud smack and cause a splash.

“Whoa, watch the rainbow!” Brunhilde calls.

Steve flushes. “Sorry,” he says.

“Did you really see a rainbow?” Bucky asks, sounding intrigued.

“Yep,” Brunhilde replies. “And there’ll be a pot of gold at the end of it, I expect.”

Steve glances over his shoulder and Bucky has this look in his eye, like he’s a hungry carnivore and Steve’s on the menu.

“Again!” Riley says. “Come on, Your Highness, up again.”

Steve once again climbs onto Riley’s shoulders. Riley and Clint back away from each other, then run again. Neither of them stops and this time, Steve gets his hands on Tony’s shoulders and pushes him hard.

Tony topples with a yelp. Riley whoops.

They keep playing for a while. Steve begins to enjoy the rush of the games. He and Tony are roughly evenly matched so each wins every other time. Then Darcy swims up and they change their game to shark. One of them keeps their eyes shut and tries to find one of the rest without looking, by scent and sound alone. Steve is it first and he tags Riley.

They play that for another fifteen minutes. Then a servant enters, so they stop, then the servant bows to Bucky.

“Lunch is ready, Your Majesty,” they announce.

“Excellent,” Bucky says as he gets off the seat. “Let’s go, everyone.”

Sarah and Joseph hasten to leave before anyone gets out of the water to follow the servant. The rest of them climb out of the pool, pick up towels, and dry off. They all dress again and Bucky sweeps Steve off his feet into a bridal carry. Tony hopes onto Rhodey’s back. Steve stops Bucky with a hand on his arm before he can start to the door.

“What about my hair?” he asks quietly. “It can’t be seen like this outside of family.”

“Don’t fret, princess,” Bucky answers. “We’re eating in the private dining room. Do you still worry about your hair being seen?”

Steve bites his lip, but servants do see him with his hair unbound all the time. He nods. Bucky bends and kisses the top of his head.

“To lunch,” he says to the group.

They return to the private dining room where Joseph and Sarah are already waiting. Joseph glares at Steve, then at Bucky, probably about Steve’s hair not being confined in braids. They all take their seats. Bucky secures his arms around Steve’s middle and kisses his neck a few times.

The servants bring out food and wine and beer. The plates and goblets and tankards are filled. Joseph and Sarah take hands and bow their heads over their plates. Steve hears Joseph praying under his breath. The rest of them just tuck in. Bucky feeds Steve first.

“Your son tells me he paints,” Bucky says to Joseph and Sarah. “And that you have not allowed him to paint since he presented as an Omega. This displeases me.”

Joseph says nothing, and Sarah follows suit. Bucky shrugs and feeds Steve a bite of venison.

“I’ll have him given the finest of paints,” he adds.

Joseph says nothing, but his knife and fork tremble in his hands.

“What do we do the rest of the day?” Steve asks Bucky.

“We shall retire to our sitting room and partake in herbs,” Bucky says. “Have you ever gotten high?”

“No, I don’t know what that means,” Steve says.

“You’ll love it,” Bucky tells him. “It’s like getting drunk, but there is no hangover the next day.”

“How do you get high?” Steve asks.

“We burn herbs and inhale the smoke,” Bucky answers.

That sounds like witchcraft to Steve, but he’s willing to try.

“My wife and I will agree to be present, but we shall not smoke your herbs,” Joseph says then.

“No matter, the smoke in the air will likely get you high,” Bucky replies. “Or at least a little bit.”

Steve leans back on Bucky’s shoulder, wondering what being high will feel like. Bucky feeds him another forkful of food.

Darcy, Wanda, and Jane are sitting at Bucky’s left, Natasha with Clint in her lap at the end of the table. The three female Omegas engage Steve in conversation, mostly asking about him and offering similar stories from their lives a few times. Bucky feeds Steve the last bite from their plate, then offers him wine to wash it down. Steve takes a few sips and gives the goblet back. Bucky kisses his cheek and then rubs his face into Steve’s neck.

They don’t leave yet. Bucky waits until all his captains and chiefs finish eating to stand.

“You needn’t finish your plates,” Bucky tells Sarah and Joseph. “We go now.”

The nineteen of them walk up to the King’s Wing. Servants are there, waiting. Extra cushions have been brought up. Natasha, Thor, and Sam take the other three armchairs, Pepper and Rhodey sit on the sofa, and Loki drapes themself along the chaise lounge. Joseph and Sarah sit at the table. The rest of them sit on the cushions near their partners.

The servants give Bucky a long, glass pipe, then open a jar with a metal top and use a silver spoon to scoop a green herb from it, ground into small bits. It smells very strong, acrid and floral. One of them lights a thin, long stick from a candle and hands it to Bucky. Bucky puts the pipe in his mouth and touches the flame to the herb in the bowl. A moment later, he exhales smoke.

More pipes are given out; one each to Thor, Natasha, Sam, Brunhilde, Pepper, and Rhodey. Their pipes are packed and one by one, they burn the herb, inhale, and exhale the smoke. Bucky hands the pipe to Steve. Steve puts it to his lips and Bucky lights the bowl again.

Steve’s lungs fill with a slight burn. He coughs as he tries to exhale and that burns his throat, but immediately, he feels airy and lightheaded; he hadn't had that much wine, so it must be whatever herb Bucky has had him smoke.

“Like it?” Bucky asks with a grin.

Steve nods. He puts the pipe to his mouth and Bucky lights it again. Steve inhales slowly, the smoke tasting odd on his tongue, then exhales, managing not to cough.

The room becomes laden with smoke and a pungent smell, as well as the smell of charcoal. Bucky takes a hit from the pipe, and by then the stick has burned down to an inch, so he shakes it out.

“Let’s play a game,” Darcy says, handing her pipe to Jane. “Does anyone have cards?”

“What game shall we play, darling?” Natasha asks, combing through Darcy’s long, dark brown hair with her fingers.

“Poker, of course!” Darcy says.

“What kind?” Bucky asks.

“Five card draw,” Darcy decides.

“Then that is what we will play,” Bucky says. “Fetch us two decks of cards,” he tells one of the servants, “and bring us poker chips.” 

The servant bows and leaves. The remaining servant lights another stick for Bucky and hands it to him. Darcy claps happily, then she stands and climbs into Natasha’s lap. Natasha presses a kiss to her temple. Clint takes her spot and butts his head into Natasha’s hand. She begins petting his hair.

The smoke has made Steve’s body settle into itself. He feels wonderful and leans back against Bucky’s chest. Bucky puts the pipe down on the side table, grips Steve’s jaw, and begins kissing and sucking on his neck.

Joseph clears his throat, but Steve ignores him. He twists around, slides his hands behind Bucky’s neck, and kisses him on the mouth. Bucky grips the back of his neck, squeezes, and Steve trills a bit. Bucky then licks into his mouth before scraping his teeth over his lower lip. Steve is getting aroused. He can feel Bucky’s spend from the night before dripping out of him, making him more wet than his natural fluids. Steve presses a hand to Bucky’s bare chest, then down to cup his cock through his trousers. It quickly gets harder under his hand. Bucky seizes Steve by the hair and pulls his head back, going back to kissing his neck.

“You mind if I knot one of my girls?” Natasha calls.

“Go ahead,” Bucky answers, sliding his other hand under Steve’s skirt. “Think I might convince this one to give a show.”

Steve blushes. He hears a belt buckle clacking, then a moment later, Darcy moans.

Steve glances over his shoulder. Darcy’s dress has been pulled up her legs. Her feet are bare. Natasha is slowly rocking into her body, her mouth on Darcy’s neck.

Rhodey pulls Tony off his cushion and lays him across his and Pepper’s lap. Loki puts their head on Brunhilde’s knee and she begins finger-combing their hair. Riley sits on his cushion between Sam’s legs and they are watching Darcy. Bucky slides his hand up and cups Steve’s crotch. Steve whimpers.

“What do you say, angel?” Bucky murmurs. “Will you let me knot you now, in front of our guests?”

Steve nods quickly. The herb has erased his care that there are other people in the room, especially about his parents. Bucky growls, pleased, and bites at his ear. He then picks him up and turns him to straddle his lap. Steve begins rolling his hips, grinding his cock into Bucky’s. It quickly gets hard under him. Bucky reaches down and undoes the laces of his trousers. Steve stands up some and Bucky pulls out his cock. He shoves it under Steve’s robe and shift and grinds against his dick while his hand, the one not gripping his hair, reaches behind him and for his hole.

“Might we step out?” Joseph calls across the room.

“No,” Bucky growls. 

“That’s my son you’re touching,” Joseph spits out.

“And he’s my Omega now,” Bucky counters. “And a very good Omega, he is. Hmm, Stevie-boy? You wanna be good for Daddy?”

Joseph makes a noise of disgust but Steve nods anyway. Bucky pushes two fingers into him and begins scissoring them. He pulls his hand from Steve’s hair and cups the back of his neck, then pulls him into a firm kiss. He slips a third finger inside Steve’s cunt and starts pumping them in and out. Steve’s cock trembles as it touches Bucky’s. He gets out of breath and grinds his prick into Bucky’s cock harder.

Bucky then pulls his fingers free. Steve stands on his knees again and Bucky tucks his cock, hot and heavy, between his legs. He slides the tip against his hole, the ring in it biting into his sensitive skin. Steve hears Darcy whimper behind him and Natasha chuckles in response. Bucky licks across Steve’s scent gland, then nips at it. He presses his cockhead into his hole, then grabs his hips and pulls him down on it. Steve moans as Bucky’s delicious cock fills him to the brim. He begins bouncing on it.

“He’s very pretty,” Sam comments. “Isn’t the Prince pretty riding the King’s cock, Omega?”

“Very pretty,” Riley agrees.

Steve almost orgasms. He grabs his cock and strangles himself to stop it before he comes without permission. Bucky is pounding into Steve’s pussy and growling in his ear. Steve’s entire body is flushed and hot. He bounces in time with Bucky’s thrusts and whines.

“Good boy,” Bucky murmurs. “I can tell you’re close. You can come whenever you’d like, sweetling, as many times as you want. Daddy’s proud of you for showing off.”

Steve gasps and yanks his skirts up, off his cock. He grinds his prick into Bucky’s belly and shivers at the feeling of his body hair. A second later, he shouts as he orgasms. Joseph makes another nose of disgust but Bucky shushes Steve and brushes his hand over his cheek.

“Good boy,” Bucky says, grabbing Steve’s hips to help him bounce on his cock. “What a pretty boy.”

“He did a good job of not coming before you gave him permission, didn’t he?” Natasha asks.

“Yes, he did,” Bucky replies.

“This one came without permission,” Natasha adds. “I’ll have to punish her tonight.”

Steve glances over his shoulder to see Darcy leaning back against Natasha’s chest, her breasts exposed by her dress having been pulled down beneath them, bouncing heavily with her movements. Light bounces off the silver rings in her nipples. He sees out of the corner of his eye that Clint has his head hidden under Jane’s skirt. Steve is confused for a second, then realizes Clint must be licking between her legs. He then wonders what a female Omega’s slick tastes like. Then Bucky bites at Steve’s scent gland a little too hard and he jolts forward, moaning. His thighs and core are getting sore, but he doesn’t dare stop. His cock is hard again against Bucky’s belly. Steve braces his hands on his large pectoral muscles, squeezing them. He runs his thumbs over the rings in Bucky’s nipples and Bucky growls in pleasure.

Bucky picks up the pace and pressure of snapping his hips into Steve’s ass. Steve shoves his hands around Bucky’s shoulders and digs his nails in, bouncing quicker. 

“Good boy,” Bucky repeats. “Such a good boy for Daddy.”

Across the room, Joseph makes a third noise of disgust. Steve ignores him in favor of the building pleasure in his belly, threatening to burst.

“Daddy,” Steve moans. “Close, close, Daddy.”

“Then come, little one,” Bucky tells him. “Come,” he snaps in an Alpha’s commanding tone.

Steve gasps and then shouts when overwhelming pleasure hits him. He comes hard onto Bucky’s stomach and his shift, then tucks forward and buries his face in Bucky’s neck. He smells like sweat, smoke, rich herbs. Steve licks at his neck and whimpers again at the salt on his skin.

“He obeys well,” Pepper observes.

“Not like ours,” Rhodey adds.

“I behave!” Tony insists.

“Badly,” Pepper says with a musical laugh.

Steve grinds his cock into Bucky’s belly as he chases another orgasm. Sweat drips down his back beneath his clothes. Bucky moves and changes the angle of which he fucks into Steve, now hitting his prostate dead-on on each upward thrust. Steve shudders and grinds his hips down, rocking faster in his lap.

“Good boy, pretty thing,” Bucky exhales. “Daddy’s good boy, hmm?”

“Uh-huh,” Steve agrees. “‘M Daddy’s good boy.”

“And my precious boy,” Bucky adds, now kissing Steve’s scent gland. “I want you to come at least one more time before I knot you, alright?”

Steve just nods frantically. He shoves his hand between them and cups his balls, squeezing them. Bucky sucks a fresh mark into Steve’s neck and then shoves his hand under his robe and shift, too, grabbing his nipple. He pinches and twists it and Steve gasps, rapidly orgasming once again.

Bucky sinks his teeth into Steve’s scent gland and a second later, he’s coming, too. Steve jolts at the flood of hot seed and then moans as Bucky’s knot fills him.

Someone claps. Steve collapses against Bucky’s neck. Bucky slides his hand under Steve’s hair and squeezes the back of his neck. Steve’s head goes even more floaty and he makes that chirping mmrrp sound that Bucky said meant he felt especially happy.

“Anyone else need to fuck a partner, or shall we play cards now?” Bucky asks the room at large.

“Let’s play cards,” Brunhilde says.

Steve must have missed the servant returning with the cards. He looks over his shoulder. Natasha puts Darcy down and then moves to the low table in the center of the sitting area. She picks up two decks of cards, then begins shuffling them together.

“Jane, you’ll hand out the cards,” Natasha.

“Fine with me,” Jane murmurs, stroking Clint’s head now in her lap.

Natasha finishes shuffling and hands combined deck to Jane. Jane makes Clint move, then she goes around the room with a measure of little, round pieces of glass; half are white, two thirds of the remaining chips red, and the rest blue. She hands them over one at a time.

“Do you know how to play five card draw?” Bucky asks Steve.

Steve shakes his head. Gambling is considered a sin in Brooklyn. Or, it had been a sin, before the regime change.

“You can watch for now, then join in a few rounds if you want,” Bucky tells him.

So Jane only hands chips to Bucky. 

“I’ll bet ten,” Natasha says, as she had been given chips first.

Jane takes a red chip from Natasha. The betting continues, each person turning in a red chip, until Jane reaches Tony.

“Twenty,” he says, and gives her a blue chip.

Jane goes around the room again, taking another red chip from everyone, until Brunhilde increases it to thirty. Jane takes a blue chip and a red chip from the rest of them, then circles back to Natasha and takes a red chip, then takes one red chip from each remaining person, then just a red chip from those that had paid before Brunhilde increased the bet.

Jane goes around the room five more times, dealing five cards to everyone playing, one card at a time. Tony moves to sit on the floor between Pepper and Rhodey’s legs, shifting his cards around. Clint isn’t playing, neither is Riley. The rest of them get cards. Jane doesn’t sit down yet. 

“Ten,” Natasha says, handing a red chip to Jane.

Jane goes around collecting more bets. Tony raises it to twenty again and she has to circle around a second time. Then she goes around the room again and takes rejected cards, handing out the same number at one time. When she finishes, she stands and waits between the sofa and Natasha’s armchair.

They bet for a few rounds, then Brunhilde wins. She collects all the chips that Jane had taken from the group and sorts them into her piles of white, red, and blue glass pieces. Then they all bet again before Jane deals out cards, one at a time in five rounds. 

Steve waits for about twenty minutes before he’s ready to play, and by then Bucky’s knot has released. Jane gives him the last of the chips. Steve shifts off Bucky’s lap and sits between his boots so Bucky can’t see his cards. They play and Steve loses by fifty; Natasha wins. The next round, he folds after betting twenty. That round, Rhodey wins. As they play the game, servants refill the pipes a few times. Steve gets to smoke more and finds his lungs getting used to it.

They play until a servant informs them dinner is ready to be served. Steve goes to his trunks and takes out a light blue silk robe, embroidered with flowers in pink and white and green up the front panel of the skirt and down the panels of the bodice; the panels of the bodice and skirt are trimmed in white lace. It buttons in the front and has puffed slit sleeves lined in more white lace which are gathered below the shoulder and above the elbow. He also grabs a petticoat and a corset, then stockings and slippers. Once he’s got it all on, Bucky opens the door.

“Onward,” he says.

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8: No thoughts within his head but thoughts of joy, no dreams within his heart but dreams of love!

They all leave the sitting room, Joseph and Sarah trailing at the end of the group. Bucky doesn’t bother putting a shirt on, but leaves bare-chested. They go through the side door into the great hall. Bucky takes the center chair at the high table, settling Steve into his lap. Natasha and her Omegas take the four seats to Bucky’s right, with Darcy in Natasha’s lap instead of Clint that night. Riley and Sam stay behind while the rest go to another table, and Riley tugs on Bucky’s sleeve.

“Can I sit next to Steve?” he asks.

“Of course,” Bucky answers. “Sarah, Joseph, take the last two chairs.”

Joseph looks angry at being pushed out of his seat; the chair to the left of the King held importance, after all. Riley takes that seat and Sam sits next to him. Joseph sits next to Sam and Sarah sits at the end. Joseph looks even more grumpy now that he has to sit beside a Beta man.

Bucky claps his hands and servants come in with their supper. It’s beef again, grilled vegetables, mashed potatoes with gravy, and salad with goat cheese and pickled apples, taken from the orchards of Brooklyn; their pickled apples and apple cider are the most flavorful foods that Brooklyn produces. There is fresh fruit as well, and stewed, spiced apples, too. Bucky offers the first bite, a cube of sauced beef, to Steve. Steve takes it, then chews the soft, tender, flavorful meat happily.

“Do you have any paintings you could show us?” Riley asks Steve.

Steve swallows and nods. “They’re in my old room.”

“I’ll send for them,” Bucky says.

“I’m sure they’re wonderful,” Riley says.

Steve blushes. “I’m alright,” he replies.

“I’m sure you’re more than alright!” Riley laughs. “You’ve got an artist’s hands.”

Steve looks down at his hands, wondering what about them makes him look like an artist. Bucky offers him some mashed potato and Steve eats it.

Natasha’s Omegas and Riley chat with Steve during the meal. He enjoys the conversation. Bucky cajoles Steve into eating six extra bites after he feels full, then lets him drink the last of their wine. A servant comes up and refills the goblet. Bucky hands it to Steve again and he takes a few sips. He’s still floaty from the herb they’d smoked and the wine mixes with it wonderfully. His cunt starts leaking slick before long. 

Bucky smirks and tucks his hand under Steve’s robes, cupping his cock and squeezing it. Steve shivers. Bucky leans in close, his lips brushing Steve’s ear.

“Come,” he commands quietly.

Steve slaps a hand over his mouth to stay silent as his gut twists in pleasure and he spills onto Bucky’s palm. Bucky is smirking as Steve trembles head to toe with the aftershocks of the sudden orgasm.

“Excuse me,” Sarah says abruptly. “I must retire. I feel slightly ill.”

“Very well,” Bucky answers her. “Feel better, Mother.”

Sarah grimaces at that, but hastens through the side door. Steve suspects the smoke had gotten to her. He hopes she hadn’t smelled the rush of sweet Omega pheromones Steve let out when Bucky had made him orgasm. He’s embarrassed but just sits there, cunt shaking, leaking slick and Bucky’s seed all over his taint and even his shift. Joseph remains in his seat, gripping his utensils with white knuckles. Bucky squeezes Steve’s prick, then removes his hand from his robe and licks it clean. He calmly picks up the fork again and takes a bite of meat.

“What did you think of the cannabis?” Darcy asks Steve.

“Is that what it was called?” Steve says weakly. “Yes, it was rather enjoyable. I’d like to try it again.”

“We’ll have some more later this week, and often in the future,” Bucky tells him. “I’m glad you liked it, boy.”

Steve tucks into Bucky’s neck as Bucky finishes their plate. When it’s clear, Bucky takes a few gulps of wine, then gives the rest to Steve. He feels very out of time by then, like everything has slowed down, and his eyelids are heavy.

There are fruit tarts with lemon custard for dessert. Steve is delighted. When he finishes, he leans into Bucky’s neck.

“Tired, angel?” Bucky asks.

“Mhm,” Steve mumbles.

“Too tired to have my knot again before bed?” Bucky then says, a note of teasing in his voice.

“No,” Steve says. “Want it.”

“Good boy,” Bucky answers, then stands up with him. “We shall retire, then. Goodnight, all.”

Steve waves over Bucky’s shoulder as they leave. He rubs his face into Bucky’s cervical scent gland and trills happily. They arrive back in the King’s Wing, and it smells still of cannabis. Bucky takes Steve into the bedroom and puts him on his feet, then begins to kiss him. Steve starts undoing buttons, but Bucky waves his hands away and undoes them himself. He pushes the robe off Steve’s shoulders and Steve lets it fall. Bucky then pulls Steve’s corset, petticoat, and shift off him. He pushes him down to the bed and crawls over him. Steve lays his arms above his head and Bucky starts kissing his neck.

“Good boy,” he says again. “I want to you to come four times, one more than this afternoon. Will you orgasm four times for Daddy?”

“Uh-huh,” Steve breathes out.

“Good,” Bucky says. 

He pushes two fingers into Steve’s hole. Steve can feel Bucky’s seed dripping out of him. Bucky stands up and pushes Steve’s left leg back, looking down at his hole. Steve pulls his right leg back, as well.

“So pretty,” Bucky murmurs, scissoring his fingers. “Gods, I love the sight of you dripping my cum.”

“Feels good,” Steve says.

“‘Course it does,” Bucky answers with a grin. “It’s an Omega’s nature to enjoy their Alpha’s seed inside them.”

Steve nods. Bucky only gives him two fingers; he yanks off his boots, opens his trousers and then takes them off, and he grabs his cock with his wet hand and strokes himself a few times. Then he puts his other hand on Steve’s inner thigh and presses his cock into his hole. Steve presses his head back into the bed and moans. Bucky snaps his hips, shoving fully inside him, and bends to suck on Steve’s scent gland.

“Daddy,” Steve whines.

“Yes, precious?” Bucky rumbles.

Steve grinds his prick into Bucky’s belly. “Daddy,” he just says again.

Bucky kisses him on the mouth. Steve wraps his arms around Bucky’s neck and digs his nails in. He likes giving Bucky stripes. Bucky fucks into him hard and quick, punching out breathy gasps and moans from Steve. Steve feels his orgasm building and rocks his hips back onto Bucky’s cock, his cocklet smearing pre-come through Bucky’s belly hair.

“Close,” he gasps. “Close, Daddy, ‘m gonna come.”

“Go ahead,” Bucky pants. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight. Daddy’s cock feels so good, baby boy.”

Steve orgasms. He shouts and throws his head back. Bucky bites into his scent gland and growls, sending vibrations through Steve’s body that cause a shiver. Bucky then starts snapping his hips faster, drilling his cock into Steve as far as it will go. Steve squirms as Bucky’s pubic hair rubs into his skin, and it feels wonderful.

“Good boy,” Bucky says, “good boy, sugar. You feel so goddamn good on my cock, honey.”

“Your cock feels so – so good,” Steve says, wondering if he could ever say goddamn or fuck. “Daddy, I love it.”

“Good,” Bucky pants. “Fuck, your cunt’s so good, Stevie.”

Steve is close again and he whines out: “Gonna come, gonna come, Daddy.”

“Do it,” Bucky demands. “Clench up all tight on me, kitten.”

Steve rocks his cocklet against Bucky’s thick stomach a few more times and he finishes, moaning. Bucky bites his scent gland again. Steve feels his head soaring higher. The effects of the cannabis and the wine are still present and combined with his Alpha’s attention, Steve feels like he might float off the bed.

Bucky releases his jaw and licks at Steve’s scent gland. He groans and manages to fuck into Steve harder. 

“Two more times, princess,” Bucky says. “Come for Daddy twice more.”

Steve nods quickly. Bucky presses his mouth against Steve’s jaw and starts sucking on the spot, occasionally adding teeth. Steve grinds his prick into Bucky’s belly, and it’s quite wet from his two orgasms, so his cock slides back and forth through Bucky’s body hair.

“Fuck, I love that little nubbin,” Bucky says, reaching between them to cup Steve’s prick and hold it against his stomach. “It’s so fucking small. You’re adorable.”

Steve lets out a whine. Bucky bites at his jaw, then kisses him on the mouth, stealing air from his lungs. After a moment, Steve goes lightheaded from the lack of air. Bucky keeps kissing him. Steve’s lungs began to scream to be filled and Bucky finally releases Steve’s mouth. Steve gasps and presses his head down. Bucky starts rubbing his thumb against Steve’s prick and Steve moans. His belly twists in pleasure and Bucky nips at his ear.

“Gonna have your ears pierced,” he says. “You’ll look so pretty with earrings.”

Steve just nods, willing to do whatever Bucky wanted from him. If Bucky wanted to pierce his prick, he’d do it. He’s fascinated with the idea of nipple rings, and Darcy’s pierced navel makes her look so good. 

“Pierce – pierce my chest?” he asks. “And my belly button?”

“Sure,” Bucky agrees.

Steve nods again. Bucky starts sucking another bruise into Steve’s neck. Steve is sure his neck is more splotches than untouched skin, and he likes that. Bucky rubs his thumb into Steve’s slit and Steve arches his back with a gasp. 

“Gonna – gonna come again,” he says, “gonna come again, Daddy.”

“Good boy,” Bucky purrs, right in his ear and that makes Steve shiver. “Come for Daddy.”

His thumb again presses into Steve’s slit. That pushes Steve over the edge; he shouts as he comes a third time. He can feel Bucky getting close to orgasm and rocks his hips onto Bucky’s cock to entice his knot. Bucky growls in his ear and Steve is at once hard again.

“Fucking little boy stamina,” Bucky pants. “Love it, your ass feels so goddamn good when you come. You gonna do it again? Give Daddy what he wants?”

Steve nods. Bucky bites the cartilage of his ear and Steve jolts from the gentle, delicious pain. Bucky growls another time and Steve rocks onto him faster. He’s being shifted up and down the bed, his hair being tossed around by each movement. Bucky rubs his wrists down Steve’s ribs, then grabs his hips and helps Steve meet his every thrust. 

“Good boy,” Bucky says. “Daddy’s good little princess. Good boy, babydoll.”

Steve whines. Bucky kisses his mouth again, teeth scraping over Steve’s lower lip and tongue demanding as it presses against his. Steve does his best to kiss back but he’s flying from the alcohol and cannabis and it makes his movements uncoordinated. Bucky keeps fucking him fast and hard, now panting in his ear, and the sound makes his lower back shiver and his cock pulse with pleasure.

“I love your voice,” Steve says. “Love your voice, Daddy.”

“Yeah?” Bucky answers. “Like it when I talk to you?”

“Uh-huh,” Steve replies. 

“I’m glad you like my voice, bunny,” Bucky says. “I like talking to you; you respond so well.”

Steve nods another time. Bucky kisses his ear.

“Daddy’s fucking close,” he growls once more. “Come when I knot you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Steve promises.

He can feel Bucky’s knot start to swell, it hits his prostate after Bucky nails it with his cockhead, the beaded ring in the slit rolling against the spot. Steve grinds his prick into Bucky’s stomach. Bucky bites his ear and Steve shivers again.

“Fuck,” Bucky gasps, “fuck –”

Pleasure spills over their bond as Bucky’s cock goes off like a geyser. Steve jerks and then he comes, too. Bucky’s knot fills up rapidly and ties them together. Bucky slows to a stop, panting.

“Good boy,” he says. “Good boy.”

“Daddy,” Steve exhales.

Bucky kisses him. His wrists press into his ribs, then over his chest and down his belly. Steve slides his hands around Bucky’s shoulders and neck, pressing the scent glands in his wrists to Bucky’s skin, marking him in return. 

Bucky scoops him up. They get in the bed and Bucky pulls up a velvet blanket. Steve settles his face in Bucky’s neck and enjoys the scent of him. He rubs his nose into Bucky’s scent gland and exhales, content.

Slowly, they both fall asleep. Steve dreams about Bucky, about running through a forest for Bucky to chase him, only Bucky had become a bear; he kept roaring as he chased Steve, always just a breath away.

Bucky shakes Steve awake just after dawn. Steve squeezes his eyes shut and yawns. Bucky kisses his open mouth and then slides a hand down his back to his bottom, squeezing the globe of flesh.

“Bath,” he murmurs. “Then breakfast.”

Steve nods.

Bucky rolls them over, then picks Steve up. He carries him out to the sitting room and puts him in a chair before going to ring the bell. Steve gets up and pulls a shift out of his trunk, tugging it on over his head. Bucky goes into the washroom and builds up the fire there, then returns to the sitting room and does the same. As he stands up, a knock sounds at the door.

“Come in,” Bucky calls.

It’s Annabel again. She stares firmly at the floor.

“Hot water for the bath,” Bucky tells her with a lazy wave of his hand. “Snap to it.”

“Yes, my Liege,” Annabel says, bowing.

She leaves again. Steve drops into a chair and leans back into it. The high feeling from yesterday has gone, but he still feels floaty and pleasured. Bucky walks over and picks Steve up, then sits down with him in his lap.

“What are we doing today?” Steve asks.

“There will be a play,” Bucky answers. “It will tell the story of how I became a demi-god.”

Steve bites his lip. “Are – are you really a god?”

“Demi-god,” Bucky corrects. “And yes, I believe I am. The gods have blessed me to always earn victory in battle, with the wisdom needed to rule many kingdoms, and strength to do what needs to be done.”

“How can you know for sure?” Steve adds.

“I simply do,” Bucky replies. “The gods have told me I am a demi-god, and I believe them.”

Steve nods. He leans into Bucky’s neck and smells him. He likes the thought that his Alpha is a demi-god. He’s glad to be an acolyte of Bucky’s and to worship him.

Another knock comes at the door.

“Enter,” Bucky calls.

Annabel returns, again with two servants holding buckets of hot water. Bucky stands up with Steve and follows them into the washroom. Like two mornings ago, Annabel pumps water into the tub while the servants pour in the hot water.

The three of them bow and they leave. Bucky puts Steve into the water and steps in with him.

They wash each other. Both of them are hard, so Steve wraps a hand around Bucky’s cock. Bucky abruptly stands and grabs Steve by the hair, his cock swaying in front of his face, making him grow cross-eyed to look at it.

“Suck it,” Bucky demands lazily.

Steve ducks closer and takes Bucky’s cock into his mouth. Bucky doesn’t give him a moment, just snaps his hips and fucks roughly into his throat. Steve chokes but Bucky begins fucking his face rapidly. Steve’s prick trembles under the water and he can feel Bucky’s cum dripping out of him. He shivers at the sensation.

“Touch yourself,” Bucky orders. “Make yourself come.”

Steve nods on Bucky’s cock and reaches between his legs; one hand in front to grip his cock, the other behind his back to slip the tips of his fingers into his cunt. He strokes himself rapidly, smearing his pre-come over his shaft. He can’t get his fingers far into himself, so shifts his hand and reaches from the front. He can get his fingers in deeper that way. Bucky grips his hair hard and Steve starts to go lightheaded with the need to breathe. He takes short breaths when Bucky pulls back, but it’s not enough. He whines, grabbing and squeezing Bucky’s thigh with his other hand and Bucky pauses the next time he draws back.

Steve sucks in a deep breath, head spinning.

“Good boy,” Bucky purrs. “You’re a fast learner, Stevie-baby. Daddy’s proud of you.”

Steve pushes his head forward, swallowing Bucky’s cock again. Bucky grips his hair harder and uses that handhold to force Steve into bobbing his head. Steve strokes himself faster, getting close to his finish. Bucky starts snapping his hips, not just moving Steve’s head.

“Good boy,” Bucky says. “You belong to me, princess.”

Steve nods. He feels Bucky, through their bond, getting close as well. He sucks harder and quickens his hand on his cocklet.

Bucky orgasms and the feeling of it through their bond sends Steve over the edge, as well. Bucky comes down Steve’s throat, then yanks him back by his hair and finishes across his face. Steve removes his hands from between his legs, shaking, and smears Bucky’s seed over his face and neck, sure to get his scent gland. Bucky rubs the inside of his wrist against Steve’s hair, then he sits down and pulls him against his chest. Steve settles, sighing happily. He rinses off Bucky’s cum in a moment. Bucky noses at his hair.

There’s a knock eventually. Bucky picks Steve up and puts him down on the rug, but doesn't go to answer the door yet. Instead, he dries Steve off. Steve puts his shift back on, then wraps his hair in a towel to keep it from getting his shift wet. Bucky dries himself off, then, and only then, he leaves for the sitting room.

“Enter,” he says.

A Northern servant comes in and bows. “The meal is ready, Your Highness.”

“Thank you,” Bucky says, then waves his hand to dismiss the servant.

The servant leaves and Bucky goes into Steve’s trunk of fine robes. Steve gets out stockings and rolls them on, then a petticoat and corset as Bucky is still looking through his robes. Bucky pulls out a silk red robe with billowy sleeves gathered at the wrist and a bit of a train. It’s embroidered in gold, purple, pink, and white with an exotic bird, a hummingbird, drinking from apple blossoms; most of his clothes with embroidery have apple blossoms and such. Steve stands up and allows Bucky to put it on him. Steve sits again and rubs excess water from his hair with the towel.

“I’d like you to go out with your hair unbound today,” Bucky says. “I like playing with it too much to have it braided.”

Steve blushes and bites his lip, but nods, because he likes Bucky playing with it, too. “I’ll just put in a betrothal braid; I can do that one by myself.”

“Fair enough,” Bucky answers,

He goes into the bedroom to collect Steve’s hair jewelry. He returns with it and puts them on the low table. Steve selects a section of hair from his left temple and and quickly begins weaving the betrothal braid. Bucky watches his hands move with curiosity.

“You’ll have to teach me the marriage braid,” Bucky says.

“Of course, Daddy,” Steve answers.

He strings beads and cuffs into his hair as he forms the braid, wrapping it back around his ear. He gets it in a line a few inches over his ear, clasps it to hold it in place, then starts the second braid just above the first. Each is tight enough to show his scalp, then he joins them behind his ear and begins the six-strand braid traditional for betrothals. To further distinguish it as a betrothal braid, he uses beads of black agate and garnets. At the end of it, he uses a silver clasp with another garnet set in it to keep it in place. Bucky stands up and gets dressed the same way he has since he arrived; just a shirt, leather trousers, stockings, and his boots. Steve gets up and Bucky offers him his elbow. Steve takes it, and they leave.

The great hall is fully seated but for them. Joseph sits at the King’s left again. He sees Steve’s unbound hair and growls under his breath, his lip curled up at the corner in obvious disgust. Bucky calmly takes the King’s chair and pulls Steve into his lap. As soon as they are seated, servants bring in the meal and pour wine. 

“Good morning, Father,” Bucky says to Joseph as he feeds Steve some egg. “I do hope you and Mother slept well.”

Joseph says nothing and Bucky chuckles.

“Do you even share a bed with your wife?” he asks. 

“Of course, I do,” Joseph snaps.

“Did she sleep well, then?” Bucky asks goadingly.

“Certainly,” Joseph grumbles.

“Excellent,” Bucky says. “Wouldn’t do to have her fall asleep during the middle of today’s play. She should know how she ended up with a demi-god for a son-in-law.”

“You are no god,” Joseph growls.

“Oh, but I am!” Bucky replies, laughing.

“There is only one god,” Joseph insists.

“I know differently,” Bucky tells him. “Do not argue with me further, or I will have you put in irons and a muzzle until the day of your execution.”

Joseph goes silent, glaring. Bucky chuckles.

“Have a sip of this, pet,” Bucky says to Steve as he holds up the wine.

Steve takes it and sips, then Bucky puts it back down. He continues feeding Steve and himself alternatively. Natasha and her Omega’s are at Bucky’s right, with Wanda in Natasha’s lap that morning, and the four of them start a conversation with Steve. They continue to eat and Bucky, again, makes Steve eat a bit more once he’s full. Steve has slowly been increasing the amount of food he eats due to this.

“Where will the play take place?” Steve asks.

“In here,” Bucky answers. “There will be an intermission for lunch, but it is a very long play; we’ll get halfway through by lunch and finish it by supper.”

Steve nods. He’s looking forward to it.

Bucky waits after he’s cleared their plate. He finishes the wine and a servant pours him another glass. Bucky offers it to Steve and Steve takes it, taking a small sip. Bucky waits longer, until it seems everyone has finished eating.

Bucky claps his hands and silence falls across the hall.

“We shall exit to allow my players set up the theater,” he calls. “Return in one hour.”

Bucky gets up with Steve in his arms and walks out the side door. His captains and chiefs and their partners follow them up to the King’s Wing. A guard opens the door for them and Bucky strides in, dropping into a chair and settling Steve in his lap. The cushions from the day before are still there and as Bucky’s friends enter, they are put to use; the seating arrangement is much like the day before, only this time Loki sits in Thor’s lap.

“We’ll play poker again until it’s time for the show,” Bucky announces.

Jane gets up. Steve slides off Bucky’s lap to the floor, and he sees Loki do the same from their seat between Thor and Brunhilde. Jane divides the chips between everyone, excluding Riley but including Clint this time, and they then pay the ante; a red chip each. Jane passes out cards and they bet again; it gets up to forty before Jane goes around swapping cards for everyone. Steve has a good hand, he thinks, two queens and two nines, so only exchanges one card, an errant three of spades. Bucky’s hand drops into his hair and he begins slowly petting it. Steve tips his head back against Bucky’s thigh and smiles.

They get in a few rounds, with an equal distribution of winners. Tony is the first and the last to win. By then, it has been an hour, so they return to the great hall, going through the front doors this time. A curtain hangs in front of the raised dais where the high table sits. The tables have been moved to the side of the room, leaving just the benches. At the front of the crowd are several sofas and a handsome armchair. Bucky takes the chair, pulling Steve into his lap. Sarah and Joseph sit on the left-hand sofa and Bruce sits beside them. The rest of Bucky’s captains, chiefs, and their partners spread out among the remaining couches.

Servants close the doors to the hall and then put out all but two torches flanking the great hall doors. The hall falls to darkness, but for the glow of firelight behind the curtain.

A moment later, the curtain has been parted. The scene of a noble but threadbare sitting room sits on the platform.

The story slowly unfolds. It starts with the goddess Freyja visiting Bucky’s mother to bless him in the womb. Then Odin visits and also blesses Bucky. Bucky is born, the play claims, able to speak, walk, and run. His father was a jarl of the north, not quite a king but more like a steward, and his mother is said to have been a great beauty favored by Frigg herself. He grew into a formidable warrior as he aged. His first battle, when he was 18, is said to have lasted nine days and nine nights and Bucky is said to have killed nine hundred warriors. The capitol city of the North, New York, was put under siege by invaders from the west and the play claims that Bucky single-handedly drove them off.

Steve wonders how much of it is true and how much is exaggerated. Bucky slowly pets Steve’s hair as the play goes on. It says that on the eve of his twentieth birthday, Odin came to him and told him that a great warrior such as him deserved a kingdom, not just the position of jarl. Odin bade Bucky to conquer the neighboring city, Statenburg. Bucky led a campaign with this goal and he succeeds. After he conquered Statenburg, he conquered six more cities. Odin came to him again and told him that if he could survive seven trials, he would be elevated to a demi-god.

The first trial was to fight and kill seven bears at once. Bucky succeeded at this. The second was to swim across the Gulf of Bothnia in the dead of winter with no clothes. Bucky succeeded. The trials continued, until the seventh where Bucky slew one of the Jötunhiem. Odin returned and congratulated Bucky on his successes, then Odin blessed him again, making him a demi-god.

The play pauses there. The crowd leaves so the hall can be set up for lunch; it takes about twenty minutes, so Bucky and Steve and their group wait in a nearby drawing room. When they return, the curtain still hangs before the platform but is open. They take their seats and food is brought in with wine and beer. The meal goes like the previous ones; Natasha’s Omegas chat with Steve in between eating. Jane sits in Natasha’s lap for this meal. After it’s over, they all leave again. Twenty minutes later, they return and the tables have been put away again, the benches and sofas and armchair returned to their position, and the curtain is closed. 

They take their seats. Steve curls up against Bucky’s chest and tucks his slippered feet up. A few minutes later, the curtain opens and the play resumes.

The rest of the play is stories of Bucky’s various conquests as he built up the Empire of the North. Bucky met with more gods, including the god Thor, Baldr, and Viǒarr. Each of them blessed him, so he became stronger and more powerful.

The play finally ends and the audience applauds, many standing to do so. The actors all bow, holding hands, and then back up to let the curtain shut. They once again clear the hall, and shortly are readmitted, the hall set up for dining once again. The food and wine is served. Steve takes a little longer to get full and on Bucky’s coaxing, eats a bit more. There’s still plenty of fish left, salmon specifically, cooked in sesame oil and seasoned with garlic, ginger, and big flakey salt, so he, though he’s shy as he’d been raised to eat as little as possible, says he wants the fish. When their plate is empty, Bucky stands up with Steve.

“Well, goodnight all,” he says, then nods to Joseph and Sarah. “Mother, Father. Good night.”

They don’t answer, but the rest of the table does. Bucky takes Steve through the side door and up to the King’s quarters. Steve is yawning by the time they get back. Bucky puts Steve on his feet by the bed, kisses him, and starts undoing buttons.

“Too tired to have sex?” he asks.

Steve shakes his head. Bucky grins. He gets the robe and corset off Steve, then tugs his own shirt off. After, he lifts the hem of Steve’s petticoat and shift together and pulls both over his head. Steve automatically lays down and Bucky pauses to remove his boots and trousers before crawling over him. He kisses Steve again, roughly and demandingly, as his hand tucks between his legs and starts to stretch open his ass.

“Daddy’s good boy,” Bucky purrs in Steve’s ear.

Steve shivers, pulling his legs wider apart. Bucky presses against his prostate and Steve gasps, arching his back. Bucky kisses along his neck and licks at his scent gland. He adds a third finger to Steve’s ass and opens him quickly. Steve grabs at Bucky’s hair and tugs gently. Bucky takes his free hand and plays with one of Steve’s nipples. Bucky pumps his fingers into Steve’s pussy a few more times, then straightens up to grab his cock and one of Steve’s hips. Steve pulls his legs out and back, spreading them. 

Bucky pushes into him, hissing in pleasure. Steve rolls his hips as Bucky buries his cock into him to the hilt. Bucky then grabs Steve’s cock and begins pumping it as he snaps his hips hard and fast. Steve moans at the way Bucky hits his sweet spot on every thrust and presses his prick up into Bucky’s hand.

“Come when you want to,” Bucky tells him roughly. “Let’s see if you can make it to five orgasms before I knot you.”

Steve nods. Bucky folds over him and kisses Steve, stroking his cock rapidly. Steve quickly reaches the peak of his pleasure and spills into Bucky’s hand with a gasp. Bucky doesn’t stop stroking him and it hurts a little, it feels like too much, but Steve likes the feeling. 

“Four more,” Bucky demands. “Orgasm for me four more times, boy.”

Bucky picks up the strength of his thrusts and bites at Steve’s nipple. He closes his lips over it and sucks hard, as if Steve might already be producing milk. He bites it again and Steve is sure his teeth have left a mark; he even smells, faintly, blood. Bucky licks his nipple and then switches to the other one.

“Good boy,” Bucky says as he switches. “Such a good little boy.”

Steve nods rapidly. Bucky bites at Steve’s other nipple, hard, and again, Steve smells a bit of blood. Bucky sucks on his nipple and strokes Steve’s cock faster. Overstimulation has been turned to pure pleasure. Bucky’s cock continues to nail Steve’s sweet spot and Steve’s prick is soon leaking again. He’s close already again.

“Daddy,” he says, “gonna come, Daddy –”

“Come,” Bucky commands.

Steve shouts, arching his back, and orgasms hard. Bucky bites into his scent gland hard. Steve rolls his hips quickly, meeting Bucky’s every thrust.

“Come,” Bucky commands again.

Steve gasps as this orgasm hurts a little, so soon after the last. Bucky kisses him sharply, teeth pulling at his lower lip. He parts the kiss and pecks Steve’s forehead.

“Again,” Bucky commands.

Steve lets out a loud sound as he orgasms a fourth time. His whole body is trembling. His dick starts to go soft but Bucky continues stroking it, making it hurt. Bucky fucks him harder.

“Daddy!” Steve whines.

“Come,” Bucky commands again.

This orgasm aches. Steve yells: “Daddy!” and flops onto the bed, going limp with his arms above his head as he pants for breath. Bucky stands up and grabs Steve’s hips with both hands. Six thrusts later, causing Steve to bounce on the bed, Bucky comes with a grunt. Steve squeezes his ass intentionally as Bucky’s knot fills.

“Good boy,” Bucky exhales. “What a good boy you are, precious.”

Steve nods slowly. Bucky bends to kiss him, then transfers them to the center of the bed where they lay down. Bucky begins running his hand through Steve’s hair, nose buried in it.

“Good night, Daddy,” Steve whispers.

“Good night, my boy,” Bucky answers.

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9: (Welcome one, and welcome all, welcome to the warlord’s ball!) What a splendid party! What a pity that your god cannot be here.

Breakfast is brought to them the next morning again, and they bring tea as well as wine.

“What will we do today?” Steve asks.

“Relax until the afternoon,” Bucky says. “Then there will be a ball. Do you like to dance?”

“I’m not very good at it, but yes,” Steve answers. 

“No worries,” Bucky says. “We’ll slow dance for the most part.”

Steve nods. After they finish eating, Bucky gets dressed. Steve puts on a simple green robe and buttons it to his throat, and of course he dons a shift, petticoat, and corset beneath that. He digs around for a moment and pulls out his finest set of robes; a silk gown in a pale, greenish blue cut with long angel sleeves, and trimmed at the cuffs, the neckline, and the bottom hem with black and brocade embroidery of silver and purple. It has a matching over-robe made of sheer fabric stitched with silver streaks and beaded with diamonds and black pearls, which has sheer black trim with more brocade of silver and purple. Around the high waist of the second robe is a cord of dark blue silk capped with gold beads set with more diamonds and black pearls. Both skirts are the widest he owns and will flare out when he spins. He also selects the matching stockings and slippers, plus his thickest and nicest petticoat, the one he’d worn to meet Bucky, but he’ll skip a woolen waistcoat for the ball as he expects the exertion of dancing will make him warm. He puts this on the bed, the slippers on the floor, and returns to the sitting room. Bucky has dropped into an armchair and waves Steve over. Steve gets into his lap and curls against his chest. There’s a knock then.

“Enter,” Bucky calls.

Natasha walks in first, followed by her Omegas. The rest of Bucky’s captains, chiefs, and Tony, Loki, and Riley enter. Joseph and Sarah are just behind them, and on their heels are four servants. One of them goes to the table and clears away the dishes and utensils, taking them away.

The others take their seats. The three remaining servants fill pipes with cannabis and hand them out, then light sticks from the candles and hand them over. Bucky draws on his pipe for a long moment, exhales, and hands it to Steve. Steve eagerly inhales as Bucky lights the bowl and Steve sighs out the smoke, which already starts to make his body feel lighter.

As they smoke, they play five card draw again. Jane takes up the role of dealer once more and only Riley skips a hand. They continue to smoke, play, and laugh until lunch, which is brought to them. The sun crosses the sky and around five o’clock, Bucky sends them all off to prepare for the ball.

“Will you call for one of my attendants to do my hair?” Steve asks.

“No,” Bucky replies. “I like it loose.”

Steve blushes but puts in his betrothal braid by himself. He uses silver beads and clasps on it. Bucky dresses in his regular black clothing, but puts his armor on top of it and long fur cloak, with his greatsword strapped to his back over the cloak. Steve dons his selected set of robes and petticoat, then his slippers.

“I have a gift for you,” Bucky says.

“What is it?” Steve asks.

Bucky hands him a small wooden box. Steve lifts the lid and finds a necklace inside; a fine silver chain with a rectangular pendant, molded in high relief with the figure of a woman stood by a spindle with a candle, arms held aloft. She wears her hair in two braids and has a crescent moon on her forehead like a crowd. Above her is a banner with pagan runes on it, below the spindle are vines with a few flowerheads, which also appear above the banner.

“That’s Frigg and her spindle,” Bucky tells him. “She brings good luck to brides, as she’s the goddess of marriage, motherhood, and fidelity.”

Steve smiles, takes out the necklace, and hands Bucky back the box. Steve turns it so the pendant faces out and slips it over his head, pulling his hair from underneath the chain.

Bucky offers his arm. “Let’s go,” he says. “The ball should have begun by now.”

Steve nods and takes his elbow. They leave; Domino is personally waiting with the six guards outside their door, and she along with three others fall into step behind them. The ballroom is on the third floor, where above the castle reduces in square footage so a gilded glass ceiling hangs over the room. Bucky walks slowly and when they enter the ballroom, a servant in a fine doublet blows a horn.

“PRESENTING, KING BARNES AND HIS BRIDEGROOM!” the porter calls.

The Northerners in the ballroom all turn and applaud as Bucky walks Steve down the steps to the main floor. The Brooklynites do not clap. The sun is setting and staining the sky red. Tables stand at the sides of the room, all laden with food and bowls of drink, attended by servants in fine Northern clothing. There are also round tables along the edge of the dance floor, surrounded by chairs. One table, this one rectangular, stands by itself in front of the stage. There are bards and singers on the stage; when Steve enters with Bucky, they are singing a tale from the play they’d seen the day before; the story of Bucky’s battle with the Jötunhiem, but set to lively music with heavy drums. 

Bucky takes Steve to the center of the floor, guests stepping aside for them as they pass. Domino and the other three of Bucky’s personal guard follow, then take up stations at the edge of the dance floor. Bucky then turns to face Steve, takes his waist in one hand, and lifts his hand with the other. He begins a circling four-step and Steve does his best to follow along.

They dance for perhaps half an hour. Steve figures out they’re dancing a waltz, which he’s read about in secret, but never seen performed due to how sinful and lewd Brooklyn’s religion considered it. Their bodies are close and move together like sex, and it’s just as much of a rush. Bucky then leads Steve off the dance floor and to the food. A servant prepares a plate for them, cubed pork in a sweet sauce, roasted potatoes, grilled vegetables, and bread with cheese. He also takes a goblet of wine. Bucky takes Steve to the one rectangular table, where one chair awaits. Bucky sits and pulls Steve into his lap. They eat and drink the wine. After, Bucky guides Steve back onto the dance floor.

The sun has fully set by then and the stars are appearing in the darkening sky. Bucky pulls Steve close for the next song and tucks against his ear.

“Traditionally, the bride dances with their father,” Bucky murmurs. “But I think that is one tradition we can skip. The gods will understand, he’s a piece of shit. Fathers who are pieces of shit lose their right to things like dancing with their Omega children.”

Steve nods. “I don’t want to dance with him.”

“I don’t want you dancing with him,” Bucky agrees. “I’ve had a guard on him at all times, and all of his weapons have been confiscated, but he may have hid some. I wouldn’t put it past him to kill you for exposing his plot to kill me.”

Steve shivers. “I don’t want to dance with him,” he repeats.

“Good,” Bucky answers, then kisses Steve’s hair. 

Bucky takes Steve by the waist and lifts him, spinning him around. Steve’s skirts flare out and Bucky puts Steve back on his feet, still spinning. Steve takes his hand as Bucky touches the small of his back, pulling him flush against his chest.

“Will I dance with anyone else?” Steve asks.

Bucky smirks. “No,” he says, pulling Steve in tighter. “You belong to me.”

Steve smiles up at him. Bucky bends and kisses him tenderly. He then steps back and spins Steve under his arm, catches him, and then dips him over his knee and kisses him again. Steve trills and slides his hands into Bucky’s hair as Bucky continues to kiss him. Bucky then kisses down his neck and Steve bares his throat with another trill.

Bucky then pulls him up and they return to the waltz. A new song begins. Bucky releases Steve’s waist and cups his chin, pulling him into another kiss. Steve stands on his toes to reach while Bucky bends down. There are others on the dance floor but Steve only has eyes for Bucky.

They dance a while longer, then Bucky takes him back to the wine to select two goblets. Steve takes one and drinks from it, rather thirsty. Bucky puts a hand on the small of his back and pulls him aside so they can drink their wine out of the way. Steve slips his arm around Bucky’s waist and leans on him. Bucky uses his free hand to comb through Steve’s hair, and he presses a kiss to Steve’s forehead as he does so.

Loki wanders over, goblet in hand. “Enjoying the party?” they ask.

“Indeed,” Bucky answers. “You did well in setting this up.”

Loki flips a lock of hair over their shoulder. “It was nothing,” they say. 

“You planned this?” Steve asks them.

“I did,” Loki says. “And your wedding. And the reception.”

“Loki is my best party planner,” Bucky chuckles.

Loki shrugs and drinks from their wine. “I do my best,” they say. “When did you say your birthday was, Prince?”

“The fourth of July,” Steve tells them.

“I’ll have an even grander ball arranged for your birthday,” Loki promises. “We weren’t expecting the King to take a bride when we came to conquer Brooklyn, so I had short notice. A concubine, perhaps, but there were no portents to warn us the King’s bride would be found here.”

“You did well on such short notice,” Steve observes.

“I do my best,” Loki says again, then drinks more of their wine.

“What’s a con– concu– ?” Steve questions.

“Concubine,” Loki repeats in a drawl. “Like a wife without marriage.”

Steve looks up at Bucky, scowling. Bucky raises his eyebrows.

“What?”

“You’ve had concubines?” Steve asks darkly.

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Of course I’ve had concubines. Had, darling, as in no longer have, as I’ve got you now.”

Steve huffs. “Better not,” he says.

Loki chuckles.

Bucky finishes his goblet, but Steve’s is still half-full. Steve quickly drains it and Bucky hands off their goblets to Loki, then takes Steve by the small of his back and leads him back to the dance floor.

Steve gets dipped and kissed again. It causes a swoop in his stomach that he enjoys. The evening progresses into night and many of the guests trickle out. Steve and Bucky have another goblet of wine each and Steve’s flushed from the alcohol, a little hot from the dancing, and glad he did skip a waistcoat. Bucky puts his hand on the small of Steve’s back, then slides it down to grip his bottom through his clothes.

“What’d’you say we get out of here, pretty Omegamine?” Bucky murmurs in Steve’s ear.

Steve nods quickly. Bucky lifts Steve into a bridal carry and they leave, returning to the 9th floor and the King’s Wing.

“Would you like a bath before bed?” Bucky asks as he puts him down.

“Yes, please,” Steve answers. 

Bucky rings the bell. A Northern servant comes quickly.

“Bring up hot water for the bath,” Bucky orders.

“Yes, my Liege.”

The servant leaves again. Steve slips off the beaded outer-robe and puts it away, then tucks his slippers and stockings back into their trunk. As Steve removes his new necklace, Bucky strips out of his ornate armor and boots. He then tugs his shirt off for good measure. He goes into the washroom and builds up the fire, then to the bedroom and does the same there. Steve takes out the beads and clasps from his betrothal braid, then shakes it loose. He puts his sore feet up on a footstool and leans back into his chair. Bucky returns and passes a hand through Steve’s hair. He stands there, petting him, until a knock comes at the door.

“Enter,” Bucky calls.

The same servant comes in, carrying two buckets of hot water, and another servant is behind them with two more buckets. Bucky follows them into the washroom, so Steve does, as well. They dump the buckets into the tub, then pump in cold water. After, they bow and leave. Bucky unlaces his trousers and Steve starts undoing the buttons of his under-robe. Bucky comes up and shoos his hands away, undoing the buttons himself. Steve steps out of the robe when it falls and Bucky pulls his shift off. Bucky then picks him up and puts him in the bath before climbing in behind him.

Steve rests against Bucky’s chest and enjoys the hot water. Bucky begins stroking through Steve’s hair.

“Did you enjoy the party?” he asks.

Steve nods. Bucky kisses the top of his head.

They wash their bodies, but not their hair. Bucky’s hair isn’t long enough to fall in the water as he sits up, but Steve’s is; a good ten or twelve inches goes beneath the surface and floats a little. Bucky grips Steve’s jaw and pulls him into a kiss. Steve turns to face him, kneeling between Bucky’s thick thighs, and wraps his arms around his neck. Bucky separates their mouths and kisses down Steve’s neck, then stops to leave a hickey. Steve lets out a happy sigh. Bucky’s cock gets hard against his thighs and Steve, easily led astray, gets hard, as well.

“Let’s go to bed,” Bucky suggests.

“Thought you’d never ask,” Steve chuckles.

Bucky chuckles, too. He gets up with Steve in his arms and climbs out. Bucky puts Steve down, then dries him off. He dries himself, and picks Steve back up. Steve is sleepy and content when Bucky puts him down on the bed and climbs over him. Bucky goes back to kissing his mouth and Steve puts his arms back around Bucky’s neck. Bucky pulls his leg to the side and Steve opens them. Bucky pushes a finger into Steve’s hole as he kisses him. He crooks his finger for a moment, then pulls it out and gets the oil from the nightstand. He coats his finger, then pushes it back into Steve’s body with greater ease. He’s quick to add a second, then a third. 

Bucky pushes up and takes his dick in hand, adding more oil to it. He grips Steve’s hip with the other and starts to push into him. Steve exhales happily, eyes shutting, as Bucky fills him. Bucky bottoms out with a grunt, then grabs Steve’s other hip and begins to thrust, pulling and pushing on Steve’s hips in time with the pace of his cock.

“Gonna make you come six times,” Bucky says. “Then I’ll knot you.”

Though exhausted, Steve nods. He’ll do whatever Bucky wants. Bucky quickens his hips, hitting Steve’s prostate on every thrust in, then grabs Steve’s cock and begins stripping it in his fist.

“Tomorrow’s our orgy,” Bucky tells him. “I won’t let any of the Alphas or Betas fuck you, but you can play with the other Omegas.”

Steve nods quickly.

“And I might hit you, since you want to try pain,” Bucky continues. “I didn’t bring any sadistic tools, but Natasha did – She’ll lend something to me. Would you like to try just my hand first or do you want a paddle, a cane?”

“All of it,” Steve says.

Bucky throws his head back and laughs. “All of it,” he repeats, amused, then leans in and kisses Steve deeply, tongue pressing against his. He pulls back and kisses down Steve’s throat.

“We’ll start with just my hand,” Bucky offers. “Then a paddle. And if you like those, I’ll beat you with a cane.”

Steve nods again, excited. Bucky quickens his thrusts and the movement of his hand on Steve’s cocklet.

“Come,” Bucky spits in a command.

Steve jolts as he orgasms. He moans and pushes his hips back against Bucky. Bucky keeps stroking Steve’s cock and he whines from the overstimulation.

“Good boy,” Bucky coos. “Daddy’s sweet boy, you are. How precious.”

Steve nods. Bucky grabs his throat with his other hand and squeezes. Steve chokes and Bucky squeezes harder. Steve gulps uselessly and Bucky grins.

“Come,” he commands again.

Steve lets out a strangled wail, splattering both of their bodies. Bucky releases his throat and Steve gasps in air. Bucky then kisses him hard, all teeth and tongue. 

“Good boy,” Bucky says into his mouth, then: “Come again,” he commands.

Steve shouts, arching off the bed with the force of his orgasm, and it hurts a little. His prick throbs in Bucky’s grip as he continues to stroke it rapidly. Bucky nips at the scent gland in Steve’s neck and runs the inside of his wrist down his side.

“Daddy,” Steve whines. “Harder?”

Bucky chuckles, but he does as Steve asks; he slams his cock in and out of him. Steve is gasping for breath, his prick hurting but also feeling good. Pleasure twists in his belly as Bucky fucks into him. Steve is bouncing back and forth on the bed with the strength of Bucky’s thrusts. Bucky kisses his mouth, then grabs his hair and tugs none-too-gently. Steve whimpers and Bucky starts kissing his jaw. He moves to Steve’s ear and bites it.

“Come,” Bucky commands in a growl.

“Daddy!” Steve gasps as he orgasms a third time. 

His whole body is shaking. Bucky speeds up, even his hand on Steve’s cocklet. Steve knows Bucky is getting close to his own orgasm by their bond and the way his knot starts to tug at his rim. 

“I want six out of you,” Bucky repeats. “Come,” he commands a fourth time.

Steve sobs with this one. His dick is so very sensitive in Bucky’s grip and he loves it. Bucky bites at his neck, then tucks close to his ear and growls.

“Come,” he commands a fifth time.

Steve wails as he orgasms. Bucky somehow starts fucking him harder and faster. He’s so very close, Steve can feel.

“Come,” Bucky commands a sixth time.

This orgasm is as painful as it is pleasurable. Steve’s cock barely spurts. 

“Good boy –” Bucky snarls, then gasps. His cock sprays inside Steve’s cunt and his knot fills. 

Steve takes a deep breath. “Thank you, Daddy,” he mumbles.

Bucky kisses his mouth and releases his prick. He runs both hands through Steve’s loose hair and slants their lips together. Steve slides his hands down Bucky’s upper back and then draws them back rapidly, nails digging into Bucky’s skin. Bucky growls into the kiss. He stands up, lifts Steve, and pulls him into the middle of the bed. They lay down and Steve goes limp against Bucky’s side. Bucky has one arm under his waist and he lifts the other to keep playing with Steve’s hair.

“I love you, Daddy,” Steve murmurs.

“I love you, too, my boy,” Bucky answers softly.

Steve is soon asleep.

He wakes up to Bucky fucking his thighs. Steve at once whimpers and rubs against Bucky’s cervical scent gland, squeezing his thighs together. Bucky lets out a groan and Steve feels him about to finish through the bond.

“Daddy,” he whispers.

Bucky moans, coming just under Steve’s balls. Steve shudders as he’s marked by his Alpha’s seed. Bucky pulls his head back by his hair and kisses him slowly.

“Good boy,” Bucky says softly.

Steve snuggles closer. Bucky starts petting through his hair and kisses him again.

They lay there a while, just kissing. The sun peeks through the curtains, sending a ray of golden light across their bodies. Steve’s prick is trembling with how hard he is, but he won’t touch himself without permission. Bucky lets out a heavy breath, then sits up. Steve gets up with him and follows him to the sitting room. As Bucky rings the bell for service, Steve gets a clean shift out of his trunk and puts it on. Bucky builds the fire in the washroom up, then the sitting room, and then he sits. Steve crosses to him and climbs into his lap. Bucky cups his jaw and kisses him tenderly. He pulls back and rubs their noses together.

“Are you looking forward to the orgy?” he asks softly.

Steve nods. “Will it be in here?”

“Yes,” Bucky says. “We’ll move the table and build a nest between the seating.”

Steve nods again. A knock sounds at the door and Bucky bids them enter. The servant, in Northern fashion, bows. Bucky tells them to bring up hot water for the bath and their breakfast. The servant confirms his wishes and bows again before leaving. Bucky goes back to kissing Steve’s neck, leaving more hickeys, until servants arrive with hot water and a hot meal, which they lay out on the table. Bucky stands with Steve in his arms and follows the servants into the bathroom. They pump the water and dump their buckets, bow, then they all leave.

Bucky puts Steve down and pulls his shift over his head. Bucky then picks him up again and steps into the tub with him.

For a while, they exchange slow and tender kisses. Eventually, they wash their hair and bodies. Bucky lifts Steve out of the tub, dries him, and dries himself. Steve puts his shift back on, then follows Bucky to the table. Bucky fills his plate for him.

“Try and eat all of that,” he asks. “But don’t make yourself sick.”

“I’ll try,” Steve promises.

They eat, and Steve manages to clear his plate but for a few vegetables. He feels Bucky’s pride through their bond and blushes. Bucky reaches over the table and knocks a knuckle under Steve’s chin.

“Good boy,” he says. “We’ll have you fattened up in no time, darling.”

“And then I’ll be pregnant?” Steve guesses.

“Hopefully after your heat,” Bucky answers. “I’m impatient for it.”

Steve blushes harder.

Bucky finishes his plate and drains his wine glass. He gets up, and still naked, he rings the bell. A servant enters only a moment later.

“Send for my wedding party and my in-laws,” Bucky tells them.

The servant bows. “As you wish, Your Highness.” They then leave.

“They’ll be bringing in nest materials,” Bucky tells Steve, already moving the low table between the sofas to the edge of the room. “And you can add things from our bed.”

“Alright,” Steve says.

It’s only a few minutes later when the door opens. Natasha enters first, and she and Clint are carrying a large trunk. Wanda and Darcy carry another, slightly smaller. Jane holds a bundle of thick, knitted blankets.

“Morning,” Natasha greets as she and Clint put down their trunk. “Sleep well?”

“We did,” Bucky confirms.

Darcy and Wanda put down the other trunk. The door opens again and Thor walks in, followed by Brunhilde and Loki. Brunhilde and Thor are carrying another trunk. Thor is already shirtless, displaying thick, golden body hair and several scars, as well as well-defined musculature. Right behind them are Sam and Riley, empty-handed. Bucky starts moving the furniture further apart and Natasha opens her trunk, pulling out thick, square pillows. Wanda opens the other one, and it, too, has the same sort of pillows. Rhodey then enters with Pepper and Tony behind him. Last to arrive are Joseph and Sarah, and behind them are servants carrying wooden boxes with the cannabis and pipes, which they put down on the low table in the corner before leaving.

“Let’s start building,” Darcy tells Steve, handing him some pillows. “It’s your orgy, so it’s your nest. How do you like your nests?”

“I haven’t really made a nest before,” Steve admits shyly.

“We’ll help you,” Jane offers. “How about we start out by putting all these cushions out in a square?”

“Okay,” Steve agrees, and takes the pillows Darcy had handed him to start arranging them in a wide square. 

The Alphas and Betas in the room sit down and watch as Steve and the other Omegas construct the nest. The pillows and blankets that Natasha’s harem bring in all smell like the four of them and Natasha, and what Thor contributed smells like him, Brunhilde, and Loki. Steve brings in some furs from his and Bucky’s bed so that the nest smells like Bucky, too. When they’re done, all the Omegas can lie down side-by-side comfortably. 

“Stevie,” Bucky calls, and Steve looks up to see he’s packed a pipe with cannabis. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

Steve gets up on his knees and shuffles over to sit between Bucky’s legs. Bucky holds the pipe for Steve and lights it. Steve inhales deeply, holds it for a moment, and exhales. All the rest of the Alphas and Betas have gotten pipes which they fill and light using sticks from the fire.

“Natasha,” Bucky says, “did you bring a cane and paddle?”

“Not today, but I can send for them,” Natasha says. “I’ve got some beginner tools you can use on the Prince. Darcy, go to our room and fetch the bamboo garden cane and red leather paddle.”

Darcy gets up and leaves. Steve passes the pipe back to Bucky and Bucky lights it again, drawing from it.

“What are you going to do?” Joseph asks.

“We’re going to have sex,” Bucky answers him. “All of us. It’s called an orgy.”

“I know what that means,” Joseph snaps. “Surely, our absence from this particular celebration would not bring bad luck,” he spits out.

“Oh, but it would!” Bucky says as he laughs. “You’ll just have to suffer, Father.”

“We will not watch,” Joseph snaps.

“Fine with me,” Bucky replies. “Here, darling.”

Bucky passes the pipe back to Steve and lights it for him. Steve draws in the smoke to his lungs and holds it. Bucky pulls the pipe away and draws on it himself. Steve exhales the smoke.

Tony crawls over; there’s barely a foot of clear ground between the edge of the nest and Bucky’s chair. He shifts to sit on his rump and reaches out, touching Steve’s hair.

“Can we braid this?” he asks. “It might get tangled otherwise.”

“Sure,” Steve answers.

“Riley, over here!” Tony calls.

Riley crawls over, too. Steve moves to put his back to them as Tony divides his hair into two sections. He fiddles with Steve’s part for a moment, then starts braiding his hair at the temple, adding more hair into the three-strand braid as he goes down, tucking each section under the previous one. Riley does the same. Bucky gets up, putting down the pipe, and fetches two clasps, handing one to each Tony and Riley.

They secure the braids with them. Steve twists back around and leans on Bucky’s knee. He rubs his cheek against Bucky’s inner thigh for a second.

“Thank you,” he says.

“No problem,” Tony answers. “Your hair feels like silk.”

Steve blushes and hides his face in Bucky’s leg. Bucky starts stroking his two braids, lifting one up and running it through his fist. Steve closes his eyes and enjoys the petting.

The door opens again and Darcy re-enters. She has in one hand a long and thick piece of ridged, green wood, and a red leather paddle in the other. She walks up to Bucky and gives both to him.

“Thank you,” Bucky tells her.

“You’re welcome, King,” Darcy says, then climbs onto Natasha’s lap.

“Here are the rules,” Bucky announces to the room as he tests the bend of the bamboo rod. “Only the Omegas and me can touch Steve. We break for lunch in a few hours, which we’ll eat here, and then we’ll carry on. Play with your own Omega all you like, just don’t touch Steve or I may cut off the offending hand.”

The other Alphas and the Betas nod. Bucky flicks the cane at the hem of Steve’s shift.

“Get naked,” he orders.

Steve flushes; his parents are just across the room, but they have turned to face the opposite wall. Steve pulls his shift over his head. Bucky takes it and drops it over the back of his chair.

“Oh, look at that little dick!” Pepper coos. “Oh, it’s tiny! How adorable!” 

Steve flushes even harder and ducks his head. His dick is standing up between his legs, only two inches long even hard.

“Rest of you,” Bucky adds. “Take off as much clothing as you’d like.”

Steve doesn’t know where to look as everyone else begins to disrobe. Tony gets fully naked first, yanking off his shirt and tossing his trousers towards Pepper, who catches them with a roll of her eyes. Darcy unbuttons Jane’s dress as Wanda undoes the buttons at the back of Darcy’s dress. Wanda is wearing tunic and trousers, so is able to undress herself. Clint strips off and lays down in the middle of the nest. His dick is larger than both Steve’s and Tony’s, but squashed into a metal cage with a golden bead stopping the slit of his cock. Riley is naked next, and his cock is even bigger than Clint’s. It’s about five or six inches long, already hard. The rest of them get naked completely. Steve turns and locks eyes with Bucky.

“Go on, princess,” he says. “Enjoy yourself.”

Steve nods a bit vaguely. Darcy crawls over to him and flops onto her back, legs open.

“You can start with me,” she says.

“Alright,” Steve mumbles. “Do I – Do I go in you?” he asks, unsure if he even wants to.

Darcy laughs. “You couldn’t even poke me with that cock, it’s practically a clit. No, use your mouth and hands, Your Majesty.”

Steve glances up at Bucky, who nods encouragingly. Steve takes a deep breath an leans in.

Up close, Darcy’s genitals smell like gooseberries and sugar as well as something animalistic, musky. Nervously, Steve spreads her folds and then before he can lose his bravado, he licks from her hole to her clitoris. She tastes tart and sweet. Darcy hums. Steve can smell Bucky getting hard and it drives him to keep going, faster and harder. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Riley walking over on his knees, stopping behind Steve’s bottom.

“Can I eat your hole and fuck you?” Riley asks.

Steve just nods. Riley grabs his asscheeks and spreads them. He spits onto Steve’s hole and then starts massaging it in. Steve glances at Bucky as arousal builds in his belly. Bucky is slowly stroking his cock.

“Can I come whenever I want?” Steve says in a pleading tone.

“Sure, kid,” Bucky replies.

Riley shoves his tongue into Steve’s hole and purrs. Steve gasps at the vibrations, then quickly returns to licking Darcy’s cunt and clit. He lifts his head for a second and glances around. Wanda is on her knees and belly, her breasts squished into pillows by her position. Natasha is slowly sliding her cock in and out of Wanda. Thor has a hand in Loki’s hair and Loki is bobbing their head up and down Thor’s cock while next to them, Brunhilde touches herself lazily. Tony, Sam, Pepper, and Rhodey are all touching themselves. Jane is sitting on Clint’s face, head thrown back as she lets out breathy moans. Steve jerks his gaze away and goes back to Darcy. Riley’s tongue stabs in and out of Steve’s cunt and then he adds a finger, too.

“Alpha?” Darcy calls. “Mommy, can I come?”

“I don’t know, can you?” Natasha asks, teasing.

Darcy groans. “May I come?”

“Yes, you may. Good girl.”

Steve licks into Darcy’s cunt as she writhes before him.

“Suck – suck on my clit,” Darcy demands. “Fingers inside me – just past the entrance, there’s a spot – press on that.”

Steve pushes two fingers into her and moves his mouth to wrap his lips around Darcy’s clit. Her cunt is dripping slick and Steve searches for her sweet spot.

He must have found it, because Darcy shouts, throwing her hips up into his face. Steve sucks hard on her clit while drumming his fingers on her sweet spot, then Darcy moans and she splatters his face with warm fluid, smelling like tart gooseberries and something a bit salty as well as sweet. She sits up and licks Steve’s face clean. She sighs in contentment and rolls over, crawling towards Natasha.

Riley is still tongue fucking Steve. Tony crawls over and flops down in front of him, spreading his legs.

“My turn,” he says.

Steve just ducks down and takes Tony’s prick in his mouth. He smells like milk and honey. It’s maybe four inches long, bigger than Steve’s at any rate. There are three barbell piercings under his prick and a ring in the tip. Steve fiddles with the barbells with his tongue and Tony groans. Steve also starts rubbing at the rim of Tony’s ass until he’s able to slide a finger inside. Riley pulls his tongue out and replaces it with two fingers. Steve hollows his cheeks as he sucks Tony’s cock and presses on Tony’s sweet spot. Riley adds a third finger.

“You’re so tight,” he observes. “Bet the King loves that.”

“Absolutely,” Bucky answers Riley.

Steve hears Riley chuckle. A weight comes down onto the nest behind Riley and Steve can smell Sam. Just a moment later, Riley moans.

“Thank you, my Lord,” Riley whimpers.

“You’re welcome,” Sam answers, audibly smug. “Unlike the Prince, your pussy is already gaping.”

Steve presses kisses down Tony’s shaft, then takes his balls into his mouth and sucks on them. Riley groans. Steve moves back up to swallow Tony’s cock again. Tony shouts and grabs Steve’s head, snapping his hips to fuck up into his mouth. His dick barely hits the back of Steve’s throat. Riley lets out a gasp behind Steve, his fingers slowing to a stop, and Sam chuckles.

Steve whines, however, and Riley quickly resumes pumping his fingers in and out of his hole. A minute later, he pulls his fingers free and presses his dick against Steve’s entrance. It feels very different compared to Bucky’s cock; which is nearly eleven inches long and at least six inches in circumference, and has probably ruined sex for Steve for life. He doesn’t care. Riley starts fucking into Steve, whimpering as Sam murmurs into his ear, too quiet for Steve to hear.

“Like being sandwiched, baby?” Sam asks Riley.

“Uh-huh,” Riley gasps, thrusting forward and then grinding back. 

Steve guesses Sam is fucking him. Steve glances up at Bucky, who’s still just slowly stroking his cock, like one might pet a sleeping cat. Steve shudders and sucks Tony’s cock harder.

Abruptly, Tony moans louder, then his cock shoots off in Steve’s mouth. It tases like honey and something earthy and bitter. Steve swallows most of it, a little dribbling from the corners of his mouth. Tony relaxes and Steve kisses his cock, then drops onto his chest, knees still under him, while Sam fucks Riley into Steve. 

“Anthony,” Pepper calls. “Heel,” she says, like one might say to a dog.

Tony rolls over and walks on his knees to climb up into her lap. Steve turns his head to the side and just looks at Bucky. The soft pleasure Bucky has from lazily stroking his cock carries across their bond and it has Steve dripping more pre-come.

Bucky gets up from the chair and kneels in front of him. Steve pushes up even as Bucky grabs him by the hair and hauls him upward to kiss him. Bucky also grabs his hand and puts it on his dick. Steve whimpers and rubs his thumb into Bucky’s slit.

“My Lord –” Riley gasps. “M’Lord, can I – can I come?”

“Feel free,” Sam answers, tone dark.

Apparently, permission was all he needed. Riley gasps loudly and Steve feels warm liquid filling his insides. Riley then whimpers and his cock retracts from Steve’s body. Steve glances behind him and sees Sam laying Riley down in the nest before mounting him again.

Bucky puts a hand on Steve’s shoulder and swings around behind him. Bucky doesn’t give him a finger first, despite the fact that his cock is twice as long as Riley’s, thicker, too; he just shoves into him. Steve gasps and then moans.

“You’re doing good so far, babydoll,” Bucky tells him calmly. “Such a good boy for Daddy.”

Across the room, Joseph makes a noise of disgust similar to the one he’d made a few days ago. Steve ignores him.

“Daddy’s boy,” Steve mumbles. “Daddy’s only boy.”

“That’s right,” Bucky chuckles. “Daddy’s only boy, only anybody.”

Bucky begins to roll his hips, slow at first, and then hard and fast. Steve gasps as he’s rocked forward and back. Bucky keeps a firm grip on Steve’s hips and tugs Steve back and forth in time with his thrusts.

“Daddy,” Steve moans. “Daddy, more? More?”

“I’ll give you more,” Bucky promises in a growl.

He picks up his pace. Steve has moans punched out of him. His cock is achingly hard between his thighs.

“Daddy, ‘m close,” Steve whimpers. “Close, Daddy.”

“Good boy, you may come,” Bucky answers.

Like with Riley, all he needs is permission. He doesn’t even touch his prick, focusing on Bucky’s cock hitting his sweet spot, and then he comes. 

“That’s my boy,” Bucky half-purrs/half-growls. “Goddamn, you look so good, angelface. My little boy slut. My whore. Mine. ”

Steve nods frantically. Bucky grabs the back of his neck with a hand, then slides it around to cup his throat. He yanks him into standing on his knees and leaning back on his chest. Bucky squeezes his throat, first softly, then enough to keep Steve from breathing. Steve wheezes while Bucky fucks his brains out.

Through his lashes, he sees Clint plop in front of him.

“May I suck his cock, Barnes?” he asks eagerly.

“Sure,” Bucky growls, biting at Steve’s neck. “Just don’t give any quarter. No pauses unless I tell you to.”

“Sure thing,” Clint replied, then he swept Steve’s dick into his mouth.

Steve whines. Clint has a piercing in his tongue Steve hadn't realized was there. Bucky chokes him again and uses the other hand to play with his nipples.

“Natasha,” Bucky calls across the room, slightly out of breath, “if I command my boy to come, will yours come, too?”

Steve taps hard at Bucky’s thigh. Bucky stops choking him and kisses his ear, murmuring: “Good boy.”

“Probably,” Natasha answers. “But hang on – Clint, dear?”

Clint lifts head, though a trail of spit connects his lips to the tip of Steve’s cock. “Yes, Mommy?”

“Don’t you dare fucking come until I tell you that you can, boy,” Natasha commands him sharply, using her Alpha voice.

Clint whimpers.

“Obey,” Natasha commands again.

“Yes, ma’am,” Clint mumbles, then ducks down to keep sucking Steve’s dick.

Steve lets his head fall back and Bucky cups his throat again.

“Now that’s taken care of,” Bucky purrs right into his ear. “Come, Stevie-baby.”

The command works instantly. Steve shoots off into Clint’s mouth with a gasp. Clint swallows his spend, then goes back to sucking his cock. Steve whimpers at the edge of pain in it. Bucky starts fucking him harder and Steve feels him getting close. He reaches back and fists a hand in Bucky’s hair, twisting around to steal a kiss. Bucky squeezes his throat and belly gently. Clint is making obscene sounds with his mouth.

“Come,” Bucky demands again.

Steve whines as this orgasm does hurt. Clint continues to lick and suck at his cock, occasionally ducking down to do the same to his balls. Steve’s belly twists in pain and pleasure, unable to discern the difference anymore. He feels Bucky’s knot start to fill up.

“Come,” Bucky commands a third time. 

Steve has barely gotten his breath back when Bucky does it again. Steve feels like he might vibrate out of his body. Then immediately again, Bucky commands him to orgasm. He moans, melting into Bucky’s arms. Clint happily sucks down his cum. Steve whimpers and turns his face into Bucky’s neck. Bucky grabs his throat and squeezes, cutting off Steve’s air. He tries to gasp but can’t. Clint and his tongue piercing work Steve’s dick into overstimulation.

“One more,” Bucky pants, their bond indicating that he would be finishing any second. “Come, boy,” he commands.

Steve lets out a shout and Clint trills around Steve coming in his mouth. Bucky grunts and bites into Steve’s scent gland, then he spills inside him and his knot swells. Steve lets out a long groan, going limp in Bucky’s arms.

“Go back your Alpha,” Bucky tells Clint.

Clint crawls over, where Natasha orders him to suck off Wanda. Bucky twists and falls onto his side, pulling Steve with him and against him.

“Good boy,” Bucky whispers. “Daddy’s pleased with you.”

Steve whimpers a little. He twists around, grabbing Bucky’s hair, and Bucky props himself up on his elbow to kiss him. It’s deep and sensual and makes Steve shiver.

The room reeks of sex, so much that the only individual scent Steve can pick out is Bucky’s. He picks up Bucky’s hand and rubs the inside of his wrist over his cheek. Bucky takes over the motion, trailing his scent gland down Steve’s jaw to his neck and then to his shoulder before going around to his belly. Then he reaches up and grips Steve’s throat; not choking this time, just holding.

Steve looks around the room now. Wanda is sitting on Clint’s face, rocking her hips forward and back. Jane is in Natasha’s lap, speared by her cock and Darcy is doing her best to suck on Jane’s clit. Loki got their mouth knotted by Thor and is trying to stroke Brunhilde’s clit and with the fingers of their other hand in her hole. Riley looks like he’s in a daze, Sam at his back and cuddling him with his cock still inside him. Tony is sitting on Pepper’s cock while Rhodey fucks his face.

He looks over towards the dining table, seeing the backs of his parents. Joseph’s ears and the nape of his neck are bright red. Sarah keeps adjusting her braids.

“Don’t think about them,” Bucky murmurs. “Think about Daddy.”

Steve nods quickly and clenches his ass. Bucky lets out a hiss and squeezes Steve’s throat hard enough to choke. Steve just smiles, pressing closer. Bucky keeps him without air for about thirty seconds, then relaxes his grip. Steve sighs, peaceful and satisfied and light-headed.

Bucky then reaches behind him for the pipe. The stick has gone out by then.

“Natasha,” Bucky says, “have one of yours light this, will you?”

“Darcy,” Natasha orders, waving her hand.

Darcy crawls over to take the stick, then shuffles to the mantle to light it from a candle. She comes back with it and holds it so Bucky can light the bowl. Bucky then grabs Steve’s jaw and tugs him into an open-mouthed kiss. Steve whines, then Bucky exhales smoke into his mouth. Steve quickly inhales it. Bucky puts the pipe back in his mouth and takes the lit stick from her.

“Thanks,” he says around the pipe. 

“You’re welcome, my King,” Darcy replies, curtsying, before returning to Jane’s clit.

Bucky lights the bowl, takes a drag, and then holds it before Steve’s mouth. Steve wraps his lips around the end and Bucky lights it once more. Steve inhales and then exhales. He sinks further into Bucky’s embrace.

“You picked a good one,” Pepper comments. “Very obedient, and quite pretty.”

“Indeed,” Bucky murmurs, then kisses Steve’s hair before going to run his hand over it; he hands off the stick to Steve and he uses it to light the bowl a third time. “He is very, very pretty.”

Steve blushes. His mind is getting fuzzy and time seems to be slowing down. Steve clenches his ass on Bucky’s cock. Bucky gasps, then shoves his face into his hair and growls. Steve giggles.

“Are you starting to brat?” Bucky asks tenderly.

“Maybe,” Steve answers.

He clenches down again. Bucky sucks in a hiss of breath from between his teeth. He bites Steve’s neck and Steve shivers.

“You let ‘im spend too much time with Clint,” Sam says.

“I don’t mind,” Bucky insists, still running his hand over Steve’s hair. Then he leans in and kisses the side of Steve’s neck. “Love your hair,” he says quietly.

“Love your cock, Daddy,” Steve mumbles in return.

Bucky grins, Steve knows without needing to look; their bond tells him. Steve watches with fascination as Jane bounces up and down on Natasha’s dick, Wanda roll her hips into Clint’s face, and Rhodey and Pepper both fucking Tony. Bucky continues to pet his hair and Steve finds himself drowsy.

“Gonna nap,” he mumbles.

“Go ahead, babylove,” Bucky answers softly.

Steve shuts his eyes and the floating feeling in his head carries him into a doze.

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10: Down once more to the dungeons of my black desire! (Here the sacrificial lamb utters one desperate plea!)

Steve wakes up a few times, vaguely aware of what’s going on, waking up fully when Bucky pulls his soft cock out of his ass. Steve whines at the loss.

“On your knees, chest down,” Bucky orders.

Steve shifts onto his knees and lets his upper body press against the nest. Bucky sits up, then grabs Steve’s right asscheek.

Bucky doesn’t give him any warning, just lifts his hand and brings it down on his ass with a hard smack. Steve shouts and rocks back and forth a bit. His cock is hard again and his cunt begs to be filled once more. Bucky spanks Steve three times in quick succession, and Steve moans as his ass burns and stings.

“How’s that?” Bucky asks.

“More,” Steve mumbles.

Bucky laughs. Then his hand strikes him again, even harder than before, and Steve moans another time. Bucky keeps spanking him, for so long that Steve loses count, and his ass is on fire from the pain but it also feels so good, his dick is dripping pre-come onto the nest beneath him.

“What in God’s name are you doing to my son?” Joseph shouts from across the room.

“I’m beating his ass,” Bucky returns in a quip, “because he asked for it. Literally.”

“I should’ve drowned him when he was born,” Joseph growls softly.

Steve gasps again, pushing up slightly. Bucky shoves him back down.

“Ignore them,” he says gently. “Focus on me, darling. You want the paddle?” 

Steve nods, though he’s still pouting; as much as he hates his father and knows his father hates him, he’d never thought Joseph would wish to have murdered him as an infant, not when he’s so staunch about following the Ten Commandments. Bucky leans back and Steve sees him grab the paddle from the armchair that he had been sitting on. When it’s in his hand, Bucky kneels behind Steve again. He gives his rump gentle taps with the paddle, then small smacks, further warming up his skin. Then Steve hears a swish of air and the paddle strikes him hard, dead-center on his left asscheek.

“Oh, Daddy!” Steve moans.

Bucky laughs. He hits Steve again, four times in a row, harder with the last one. Steve rocks back against it as Bucky let its cool surface rest against his flushed hot skin. Then Bucky hits him a sixth time, harder than all the rest. Steve hopes he will bruise or maybe even get welts like Clint. Maybe it will hurt to sit down later. He wants it to, the pain from Bucky spanking him is delicious. Bucky keeps paddling him, pausing every two or three hits. Steve rocks back and forth on his knees, his prick bobbing in between his legs.

“Come,” Bucky commands, just as he hits Steve on the ass hard enough to shove him several inches forward in the nest.

Steve orgasms as the pain bursts. He sobs, trembling; that orgasm had felt so much different than any other and it leaves his ass dripping down his taint to hit the blankets. Bucky folds over him to press kisses to his neck.

“Good boy, such a good boy for Daddy,” Bucky murmurs. “You’re taking your beating very well. You wanna try the cane now?”

Steve gives a fast nod. Bucky tosses the paddle aside and grabs the garden bamboo cane next to the chair. Bucky drifts the shaft of the cane across Steve’s hot skin. Steve hears the bamboo woosh through the air and then it lands on his ass to leave a line of fire in its wake. Steve shouts, rocking forward to arch his back and stick his hips out.

“Damn, that’s pretty,” Bucky muses, dropping the cane to squeeze Steve’s ass with both hands. “You want more of the cane? Or the paddle, or my hand?”

“The cane,” Steve whispers, feeling delightful tears prick his eyes. “Please, Daddy.”

“Whatever my Omega wants,” Bucky promises.

He brings the cane down almost diagonally across Steve’s ass, crossing the first line. Steve moans with the pain. Bucky follows it with another strike immediately. Steve whimpers as he pushes his ass back for more, which Bucky gives to him. Steve loses count of how many times Bucky hits him, his head is buzzing from the pain, the sex, and from the cannabis.

“Couple more,” Bucky tells him, and then hits him twice; on the second strike, he commands Steve to orgasm.

It’s so much worse and so much better than coming with the paddle. Steve whimpers, feeling ruined. Bucky yanks Steve’s legs out from underneath him, then flips him onto his back, tossing his legs over his shoulders. The sheet of the nest both soothes and irritates Steve’s beaten skin, sensitive even without the masochism; part of it beneath Steve’s back is wet from his own slick. Bucky’s cock is dripping pre-come and Steve nods eagerly at the sight. Bucky grabs his hips and sheathes his dick in Steve’s hole to the hilt. Bucky pauses for a second, leaning over to kiss him, biting and golden from his lip piercing. Steve wraps his arms around Bucky’s neck, one hand tangling in his hair and the other scratching more red lines into Bucky’s back. Bucky then starts fucking him at a brutal pace. Steve gasps, moans, and whimpers as pleasure builds in his belly.

Darcy crawls over. “May I sit on the Prince’s face, Majesty? He’s very good with his mouth for a beginner.”

“Go ahead,” Bucky answers, standing up on his knees and grabbing Steve by the hips.

Darcy shifts up and sets her thighs on either side of Steve’s head, knees touching his shoulders. She lowers herself and Steve stretches up to meet her, licking his lips in anticipation. A drop of her slick falls onto his chin. Steve starts sucking on her clit and pushes two fingers inside of her, seeking her sweet spot. Darcy moans, rocking forward and back over Steve’s mouth, and he strains his neck to lick down her folds before wrapping his lips around her clit.

Bucky starts stroking Steve’s prick, and Steve moans against Darcy’s flesh. His belly twists in arousal and pleasure. Bucky strokes his cock in time with the fast pace of his hips. Steve finds Darcy’s sweet spot and starts massaging it. At once, she begins gasping, moving harder and quicker. Steve sucks harder on her clit and rocks back into Bucky’s hips; his belly threatens an orgasm but he’s too preoccupied with Darcy to ask. 

Bucky pants behind Steve, hooking at the base of his spine and triggering pleasure in his hole and genitals. Bucky manages to speed up somehow, including his hand on Steve’s cocklet. Steve whimpers; the smoking of cannabis has left him feeling stupid. And horny. Steve pushes a third finger into Darcy’s cunt and presses hard on her sweet spot.

“Mommy!” Darcy gasps.

“Yes, you may orgasm,” Natasha says without needing Darcy to elaborate.

Darcy whines and grinds her hips harder into Steve’s face. Steve jams his fingers more rapidly into her sweet spot.

“Close your eyes!” Darcy moans and Steve obeys.

Darcy squirts again, soaking Steve’s lower face and getting it over his neck. He reaches under Darcy and wipes the slick off his face. Steve keeps sucking at Darcy’s clit, but she pulls back and closes her legs.

“Need a few minutes,” she says, then licks the rest of her slick clean from him.

Steve tries not to pout. He forgets about it when Bucky starts pounding him further, harder, and faster. Steve gasps. Bucky drops Steve’s legs onto the nest and braces himself on his hips. He keeps pistoning his hips, drawing out breathy sounds and moans from Steve. 

“This is gonna hurt,” Bucky warns.

Steve is confused. Then Bucky brings his hand down hard and unyielding on Steve’s cock and balls.

Steve howls and Bucky spills inside Steve; his knot puffing up triggers Steve’s orgasm. The pain radiates through it and Steve’s mind goes fuzzy so quickly and so thoroughly

“Good boy,” Bucky says sweetly. “Good boy, Stevie-doll.”

Steve trills. He tugs on Bucky’s shoulders and Bucky folds over him to kiss him. Steve tangles his hands again in Bucky’s hair, still a little damp from their bath that morning, and slowly combs through it, releasing a few knots. 

Loki crawls over next, having gotten their mouth off of Thor’s knot at some point. Bucky sits up and rolls his hips slowly. Loki reaches Steve, bends over him, and just starts kissing him.

Steve is surprised at first, then finds he enjoys the kiss. Steve pets at Loki’s hair and Loki pets his as they kiss.

“Want him to suck you off?” Bucky asks.

Loki glances over their shoulder; both Thor and Brunhilde nod to them. Loki then straddles Steve’s head, facing Bucky. They smell like mint and lavender. Loki pushes their dick into Steve’s mouth, then braces themself on Steve’s shoulders. They start to fuck Steve’s mouth, roughly and quickly. Loki doesn’t make many sounds, merely inhales and exhales. 

“Don’t finish them too quick,” Bucky says. 

“Oh, yeah,” Steve mutters.

He suckles and kisses along Loki’s cock to their balls, and Loki sighs happily. Steve slides his hand between their legs and finds their hole. Loki is already wet and Steve’s finger slips in to the base of it. Adding two more fingers, he quickly finds Loki’s prostate and begins massaging it. Bucky, just watching at this point, marks Steve’s torso and thighs with the insides of his wrists. Steve sucks harder at Loki’s cock, then their balls, alternating between them.

“How’s he doing?” Bucky asks casually.

“Wonderful,” Loki purrs. “He’s a born natural.”

“That he is,” Bucky agrees.

Loki purrs in pleasure, so Steve works harder with his mouth and his fingers. Bucky starts pinching and twisting Steve’s nipples, making him whimper and moan. Loki begins fucking down into Steve’s mouth, their balls slapping against Steve’s forehead with Loki’s every move. Steve adds a fourth finger to Loki’s hole and Loki lets out a contended sound.

“Good boy,” Bucky purrs to Steve. “Good boy, honey.”

Loki rolls their hips and then they’re coming down Steve’s throat and into his mouth. Steve swallows it all and Loki bends down to kiss him for a few more minutes. 

“Thank you, Your Highness,” Loki purrs, then pats Steve’s cheek. “If the King ever decides to share you again, I’ll take another performance like that.”

Steve blushes. Loki leaves him with a kiss on the forehead. When they’re gone, Bucky folds over Steve and starts kissing him slowly, his hips reduced to a gentle roll. Steve wraps his legs around Bucky’s waist and rocks at the same pace as Bucky, slow and tender.

It seems everyone has reached a lull, so Bucky summons lunch for them all. While they wait, they smoke some of the cannabis, as many of them piled into the nest as possible. Steve, with Bucky at his back, snuggles with Tony pressed against his chest, which he says is called spooning. It’s a lovely feeling. The meal arrives in short time, carried by half a dozen servants on several large, silver trays, which they set up on small collapsible tables. There’s pasties filled with venison bruet and rice, two rotisserie chickens for the group to share, and baked salmon, and vegetable soup, bread, cheese, and fresh fruit. Steve expects the servants to serve the food, but they bow and leave, and instead, everyone gets up to fill their own plates; everyone but Steve, as Bucky fills his plate for him. His favorite are the venison pasties, though the baked salmon is a close second. Servants clean up the meal after, then instead of jumping right back into action, they play cards for about an hour. Well, some of them play cards, the rest lounge in the nest to finish digesting. Steve plays with Tony’s hair, and Darcy plays with his hair, until the cards are put away, and Bucky scoops Steve out of the nest.

“Shall we continue?” he asks with a grin.

Steve nods, grinning back.