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Steve wakes up gasping in Bucky's arms, his throat feeling dry as a desert. He can feel Bucky's arms around his body, tightly holding his own flush to his sides, restraining him. Why? His thoughts are fractured. They don’t fit, too many all at once, and it hurts.
This feeling takes over him, the need to rip flesh, to get Bucky on his back and bite him over and over, to tear at him, scratch, claw and fuck. Oh god, the need to fuck is incredible. Steve has never felt a need like this, it's animalistic, urgent and he requires it more than breath, more than life itself, which is a thought that will be amusing when he can process it later, because he's technically dead right now.
“Bucky, get off of me, now,” He hears himself growl.
“I will baby, just give yourself a moment to adjust first, open your eyes and relax a second okay? It's going to be fine, but you might wanna hurt me, and I need you to know it's fine before I let you go. Whatever you do to me is fine, I can take it and Jesus fucking Christ I want it. I want everything you’re going to throw at me kitten, just take a breath first.”
Bucky slowly loosens his hold. As Steve feels the slackening of the arms around him, he twists and lunges for Bucky's throat.
His hands find their way around the base of Bucky's neck, gripping him and holding him down. He’s on top of Bucky now, pinning him to the ground, his knees either side of the others thighs. He’s waiting for Bucky to throw him off, to fight him but he isn't responding, just lying there calm and cool, a smile on his lips. Steve feels confused, doesn't understand what’s going on other than the base need to be inside Bucky or let Bucky inside of him. Either way, this is happening and it's happening soon.
He snakes a hand down Bucky's abs, feeling them tight underneath the t-shirt he is wearing, trailing his hand lower until he reaches the clearly defined outline of his hard dick trapped in those extremely tight skinny jeans. He hears him moan as he rubs at the length harshly, and feels Bucky shift slightly underneath him. Bucky’s hand slips up into Steve's hair, winding tightly in the short length and gripping as he pulls his head back exposing his neck. He feels Bucky's tongue lick from the base of his throat, up to his chin and finally feels his tongue dip into his mouth, thoroughly kissing him. Bucky is aggression and power, Steve can feel the raw heat coming off of him in waves, it's intoxicating.
“Is that all you got, Rogers?” Bucky taunts, breaking the kiss. “Hmm, maybe I overestimated you. You are so kitten-like, tame even, it's rather cute,” he taps him on the nose with a forefinger.
Steve looks at him and growls. He takes in the grin that has spread across Bucky's face, and realizes he's fucking with him. The bastard is teasing him and that’s going to end because Steve can feel the power he now commands coiling in his muscles, like a cobra waiting to strike. He smacks Bucky's hand away from his face, grabbing it by the wrist, slamming it to the floor above his head. He grinds himself down into Bucky's hips, feeling him tilt up to meet his thrust. Steve gasps and tightens the grip on Bucky's wrist, so tight now he feels like he could crush the bone.
“There he is,” Bucky purs. “I knew you were in there somewhere, dollface.”
Steve thinks that Bucky needs to shut the hell up so he silences him with a kiss, hand still firmly on his wrist, holding him in place. He trails the other hand to the button on Bucky's jeans and pops it. How is he going to get these fucking jeans off him, they are so skin tight , they might as well be painted on. Bucky wiggles his hips to try and help, so Steve just shoves them down around his thighs -noting that he's not wearing any underwear- and palms his dick as he does, eliciting the most beautifully feral growl from Bucky that travels straight to Steve's cock.
“Commando, really Buck, was I that much of a sure thing?” he jokes.
“You try wearing anything under jeans this tight, it's a physical impossibility,” he growls through a smile while trying to shimmy the jeans off further. Steve laughs and goes back to kissing him. He has quickly realised that all his senses are sharper now, he can smell the dust in the air as well as see it, he can smell the excitement coming from the body beneath him and even though the heart isn't beating, it doesn't stop the need to bite down on his neck and taste what Bucky has to offer. Can he even do that, he ponders for a moment before realising that Bucky is talking to him.
“Sorry what? My mind was elsewhere, it's a little hard to concentrate at the moment,” he explains, as if Bucky doesn't know how this feels.
“I said, you can taste me if you want to, you were staring at my neck. Figured you were trying to decide if that was okay or not.” Bucky tilts his head, presenting his throat to him.
Steve doesn't reply, just runs his tongue along the offered exposed throat before slowly sinking his teeth into the flesh. It's not exactly unpleasant, but it doesn't feel inherently right either. As the blood hits his tongue, he notes the earthiness of it. It's woody and not quite musty, but it's not exactly as tasty as he’d expected. There's a sweetness to it, though, as the blood hits the back of his tongue, almost like almonds, maybe? He’s not sure. Bucky stops his thoughts, laughing softly in his ear.
“It's okay baby, you aren't meant to enjoy my blood. We can still share though-- just for fun.”
He feels the points of teeth scrape along his jawline and exhales sharply as Bucky draws blood for himself to taste.
“You’re still so fuckin’ delicious, though, Stevie,” Bucky huffs into his neck, trailing his tongue along the blood droplets forming. Steve can feel him shifting underneath him, trying to manoeuvre his way on top, but Steve isn't ready for that yet, so he pushes him back to the ground, knees tight against his hips.
“Play fair, Bucky, you need to stay under me a little while longer yet. Stay put like a good boy or I will make you, okay?” He tries for menacing but Bucky just grins beneath him and flashes his teeth.
“Sure babe, I’ll be good. Now were you planning on losing those jeans any time soon? You are entirely overdressed.”
Steve stands and grabs at his jeans and in his haste he manages to rip the button clean off. Growling to himself he quickly shakes them off his legs and steps out of the offending item. He swiftly returns to Bucky who is, for once, behaving and lying still, patiently waiting for him.
Steve pushes two fingers into Bucky's mouth with a quick ‘Suck, baby’ before popping them out and snaking them down. He slides them into Bucky's tightness one at a time, gently stretching him. Bucky is mewling and bucking up into him with every movement Steve makes inside him, fingers scissoring, readying him. He trails rough kisses along Bucky's jaw line, slips a third finger into him, curling inside, searching for that sweet spot.
“That’s enough Steve, just fucking get on with it, I need you,” Bucky moans impatiently.
Steve smiles as he has Bucky totally undone underneath him and he's not even fucking him yet. He removes his fingers, strokes himself a few times with the wet hand, lines himself up and in one swift thrust pushes inside. He stills, waiting for Bucky to adjust to him being fully inside him, waiting for Bucky to give him the okay to move.
“Whatcha waiting for, Stevie, a fucking written invitation? Move dammit!”
Steve starts to move and fuck, Bucky feels so damn good, and he looks divine squirming under his touch. Every thrust he’s clawing at Steve's biceps, arching his back and pushing back to meet each thrust eagerly.
“Don’t stop,” Bucky breathes. “God, please don’t stop!”
What little self control Steve has managed to maintain snaps. Steve keeps up his rhythm a while, just letting himself go and feeling Bucky. God, this is so intense. He feels like his skin is on fire, the heat licking over him with blazing intensity, every thrust pushing him closer into oblivion. It’s bliss. He feels like this is where he belongs, deep inside Bucky, who is pumping his fist over his own dick bringing himself closer to completion.
Too soon he feels the tell tale sign of his orgasm approaching, but he’s not ready for this to be over, not yet. He stills, making Bucky whine out. “Why you stopping? No stopping, Steve, so close.”
“Me too, but I want you to fuck me,” Steve sputters out.
“Fuck yes.” Bucky gasps back at him.
Steve slowly slides out of Bucky and takes a step back. He watches as Bucky lays still for a moment, eyes closed, looking sexy, dishevelled and thoroughly fucked. Bucky opens his eyes and locks them with Steve’s a moment, a feral grin on his face he starts to laugh and in the blink of an eye, he rushes at him.
He pins Steve to the wall, wedges a knee between his legs and kicks at his feet so they spread slightly. Steve sighs and tips his head backwards, hitting it against the wall, causing a loud thump to resound around the otherwise silent room.
“You have lube in this place, Stevie?” Bucky purrs at him questioningly.
“In the nightstand, bottom drawer, should be a bottle in there,” Steve laughs.
“Okay, stay put, do not move or I won't be happy, okay?” Bucky threatens as he moves to the nightstand and retrieves the lube.
“Jesus Steve, just how much lube do you get through,” he asks teasingly.
“Oh. Well I jerk off a lot,” Steve says with a shy smile. “I’ve been single for a while, Buck, just me and my hand to keep me occupied on those lonely nights, as you well fuckin’ know. You probably watched me, didn't you?” Bucky lets his head fall slightly, silently showing his guilt.
“Oh god, you watched me jerk off? You asshat! How could you do that? You’re a sick individual Mr Barnes,” Steve declares through his laughter.
“Does it help if I say I had to go home and think about you while I jerked off too?” Bucky grins at him as he stalks back to the wall where Steve is still obediently standing.
“Helps a bit,” Steve laughs.
“Hey punk, what's so funny?” Bucky says, grabbing him by the arms and holding him firmly against the wall.
“What's funny is, we’re stood here arguing, both hard and naked, so why are we still talking?” Steve manages to choke out between laughs.
“Good point. Now shut up and kiss me.”
Steve obeys, curling his tongue and licking at Bucky's canines before dipping his tongue into his mouth for a soft kiss. He hears the cap pop off the lube bottle in Bucky's hands, the tell tale squelch as Bucky coats his fingers with it. He keeps kissing Bucky languidly, trying to take in as much as he can. His head has cleared a little and his thoughts are more coherent now and still all he can think is how much he wants Bucky inside him, fucking him against the wall hard and fast.
He feels Bucky shift in front of him, fingers trailing across his dick, slowly giving it a few firm tugs as they pass by, moving down to reach their ultimate goal. He feels the breech, gentle and cool, the lubed fingers one by one entering him, stretching him. It burns at first, but slowly it turns to pleasure as Bucky fingers him open, curling up into him. Steve is more than ready when Bucky breaks their kiss and whispers into his mouth that he's going to fuck him into the wall.
He feels the fingers slip from his body, feels the loss of them with acute clarity but the loss doesn't last long. Bucky picks him up and slams him into the wall, with one swift motion he enters him, filling him up. Locked together now, they pant for breath, heads resting against each other for a few moments while Steve gets used to Bucky being inside him. Bucky starts to move then, slowly at first, gently, never breaking eye contact. Steve can feel the shift in Bucky as his pace quickens, his hands gripping firmly at Bucky's hips, nails digging into flesh, drawing blood in half crescent shapes into Bucky's skin. Steve is lost, lost in the intensity and intimacy of the act. It's not tender and it's not perfect. It's outright fucking and yet there’s something about it, something so pure and right, God, it feels so right. Time slips away from him, just clinging onto Bucky as he drives into him over and over, bringing them to completion together, Steve coats both their chests with come as Bucky fills him up, biting down on his throat as he reaches his climax, making his mark, proclaiming Steve as his.
They stand, half leaning against the wall, gasping into each other's mouths breathlessly and then Bucky loses control of his legs, too fucked out to stand any longer. He slumps to the floor in a heap, taking Steve with him, their limbs tangled together, both of them sticky with come, laughing into each other's necks.
Bucky is whispering mine over and over. And he is -Steve realises- his. Steve knows with absolute certainty that this is what he wants, what was always meant to be. Why he came back home to Brooklyn, why he suddenly fell out of love with his ex. It all lead him to this moment and he sees it so clearly, it's like a lightning strike.
Steve can’t get enough of Bucky, probably never will. He’s life and death, light and shadow and all those other terrible clichés, but they are all so true. He wants to spend eternity with him. Now he understands why Bucky can say he loves him so suddenly and completely. His emotions are so strong now, so overwhelming, driven to focus solely on Bucky, that he can't think of anything he would rather do than lie here, wrapped around Bucky, just existing.
And maybe that is exactly what they will do.
~fin~