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Bucky knows, logically, why this is important. The two tribes have been warring for a long time; many people have died, the best warriors injured in a battle, or killed. The Fiukav aren't losing the war, but they're not winning it either. The stalemate had gone on long enough to be uncomfortable, for people in the tribe to wonder if they were about to be lead into a trap. That's when the Elders had come up with a plan: to reach out to their enemies with a proposition of a truce.

He doesn't like it one bit.

Why does the truce have to involve marrying the heirs of both tribes together? Bucky doesn't know a single thing about the so-called enemy prince, save for the fact that he's apparently an alpha. Bucky hates alphas, hate how they always try to enforce their will on him just because he's an omega. He's easily the best warrior in the entire tribe, but because of his designation, he's never been allowed into combat.

He's been able to fight through his heats for years, but the Elders won't hear it. It's always people underestimating him, making him want to lash out and bite them, even if that would only be met with a mild reaction at best. Bastards.

So that's why he's standing in ceremonial deerskin clothes, trying to keep his fists from shaking, and wondering when the enemy price will show up, and prove to be just as big of a bastard as every other alpha he's ever met.

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He lets out a whine of a noise, feeling itchy and anxious, wanting to transform, to be able to really run. He's probably just as close as Steve is to completely losing control, but he clings loosely to the other man. "Bucky," he chokes, still breathing in Steve's scent. It's calming to him, and he almost completely loses it at the lips on his throat.

A tiny part of his mind is telling him to give in right now, to drop down and present before they've even transformed, because it would probably be fantastic. "Call me Bucky," he murmurs.

His mate should know the name the rest of his tribe knows him by.

"Bucky." He repeats the name almost absently. Focusing is getting harder as the moonlight covers them and he can't quite hold off the change any more.

His hand shudders in Bucky's, his shoulders rolling and teeth clenching.

In a moment, he'll have to move away so they don't hurt each other, but it's hard to remember that. There's an urge within him to stay and claim and mark.

It takes everything in his to drop his grip and step back as he feels his bones shift and his hair grow. He bites back a yell as the pain overtakes him. Right now, he has to show that no pain can slow him. He has to show that he'll be strong.

Bucky knows that as an omega, he'll be expected to act like the transformation is every bit as painful as it actually is, but he can't let himself show any weakness. He's the prince, he won't let himself show any weakness. He stops himself from yelping, but only barely-- still clinging to Steve's hand.

He can feel the change come on rapidly, elongating his limps, changing nails into claws, tail growing out from under his ceremonial robes. It's enough to force himself to pull away, lest he accidentally claw his almost-mate from the pain. He collapses on his knees, growling and whining, digging his claws into the ground.

He's not so sure his throat will work right now, he can't cry out to Steve, but he watches his mate anyway, a possessive part of himself ready to attack anyone who comes near him, to make it clear this is his alpha.

Before his body even feels settled, Steve is already moving back to Bucky. The movements leave his limbs sore, but he knows it will pass. Right now what matters is that his omega needs his attention.

He steps into Bucky's personal space, fur-covered arms carefully reaching for him. He'd heard the whine, watched Bucky's claws dig into the dirt, and he knows this is a reality of what they are, but he still wants to do something to stop the pain.

Checking him over for injury, Steve smells the air for blood, but all he can smell is the faint scent of the forest and Bucky.

Bucky lets Steve touch him, doesn't mind how close they are not. He nudges at Steve with his nose, breathing in his scent. Once his body settles, he doesn't hurt anymore, but it's uncomfortable, and takes a moment for the itchiness in his bones to stop.

He makes a rumbling noise, a near-purr in the back of his throat. With the animal part of his mind front and center, he finds himself liking the attention more than ever, reaching up with a clawed hand, wanting to squeeze at Steve's hand once again.

Bucky might not have wanted the attention of alphas before, but Steve is so different from anyone else he's met-- alpha, beta, and even the occasional fellow aggressive omega. He could very easily stand on his own, but he wants his mate to feel like he can protect his omega. When they return to the ceremony, the elders of both tribes will be overjoyed.

Steve's smile is all sharp teeth and shining canines as he nudges back with his own nose. Bucky smells even better now and Steve is torn between wanting to run with him and wanting to circle him all night until the moon sets.

He helps Bucky up once he seems more settled, claws unnaturally careful as he hover with a low whine. It's good that no one else is here, because he wants to be the one to help Bucky up and touch him and keep him safe. He wants to make Bucky smell even more like himself so that there's no mistaking whose omega he is.

Bucky growls again, another inviting sound. This is suddenly the most appealing thing in the world, and he tips his head thoughtfully. A big part of him wants to make a den and wait until the moon finally fades from the sky. A lazy night spent with his new mate, but eventually he speaks. "We should run."

His forelimbs are longer like this; he could run on all fours if he chose to, and it wouldn't even be that awkward to do. He wants to hunt, to show this alpha how powerful he is, how strong of a mate he's getting.

Right now in this moment, he's grinning wildly, not wanting to think about how apprehensive he had been about the ritual, or the praises he will get for saving both tribes. No, right now all he really wants is to be by Steve's side. "The elders won't expect us back for hours."

"We should." He likes the idea of it. The sheer freedom of letting go with the man who will be his and sharing something he values so much in his own life. Running free like this is precious. It's something to share with those he feels closest to. Bucky is someone he wants to feel that with.

He sniffs at Bucky, scenting him and touching his arm and back with touching that could be innocent if they weren't at least partially an excuse to rub his scent all over Bucky.

"Show me your woods."

Bucky lets him, tipping his head, baring his throat to show off the scent gland Steve will bite, will mark, in the late hours as the sun starts to rise and they both drift off to sleep. "The forest is beautiful," he says with a grin, feeling excited in ways he hasn't since he was young, since he was going for one of his first runs years and years ago.

"Let's go," he says, unable to hide the joy in his voice, offering his hand out to Steve, his sharp smile somehow gentle.

It doesn't take him long to run, wanting to show as much of the tribe's vast territory as he can.

Steve takes his hand and matches his pace. He could track Bucky easily now if they were separated, but he likes staying close, anyway. This way, he knows he's there if any dangers should arise and he won't have to waste the night tracking. Instead, he gets to run and enjoy these new woods, the smells and sounds just a little different than what he's used to, but they're still just as beautiful.

Hours bleed away easily like this for him. He's not as aware of time passing when he's in this form. Things just feel... different. He's happy to spend it with Bucky, though. It shows him more of the man he's to mate in just a few hours.

By the time night have given away to the hours before dawn, Bucky is elated. He's never felt as happy as he feels right now, not in a long time. Maybe it's because Steve isn't part of his tribe-- though he will be, in a few hours. Their tribes are going to unite. He's fine with this alpha, is positive things are going to go well for the two of them. Bucky isn't naive, he knows it'll take actual work for the two of them; because the tribes will have their disagreements.

But now? "We should probably head back soon. The elders will want to know about our union." He smiles, a little mischievous, because they both know the elders are well aware that it was a success by now. They've been gone for hours; of course it was a success.

Bucky offers out his hand, still turned. They won't change back until the moon has fallen from the sky, but that won't be for a while yet.

Steve takes Bucky's hand again. He's out of breath, flushed with pleasure from running and exploring a new place. There's an edge of anticipation for him here. Once they speak to the elders, their bonding with be on the two of them.

Before he moves, though, he leans in again, nuzzling at Bucky's shoulder and then his throat. It's affectionate and a little possessive, but he hopes Bucky won't mind. He wants no question of how this went and a part of him wants them to know that Bucky is truly taken, even if they haven't bonded yet.

"Okay."

Bucky tips his head, giving Steve more room to work with. There's a rumble in his throat, pleased at the possessiveness, wanting to do the same to Steve, to be able to sink his teeth into his mate's scent glands, to mark him as Bucky's. The last half of the ritual won't happen until the moon has fallen from the sky, and that feels forever from now, but he's still anxious to get back.

"Let's go," he says eventually, wanting to show off how successful they've been already, to get his scent all over Steve so the elders know that this is Bucky's alpha, that he'll growl at anyone who dares get too close before they've mated.

Steve keeps close as they walk, clawed hand in Bucky's. So many of his fears have been replaced by anticipation now. Moving through the woods is a blur. He's not even sure which of them is leading, but it doesn't matter. They're together in this. Partners.

They get back and everything is still flying by. The elders have words and ceremony and Steve goes through the motions, staying close to Bucky and growling a few times when others get too close to either of them beyond what's strictly necessary. He can't believe how much he wants the moon to set for once.

Bucky has always been the sort of person to take the rituals seriously. They're important, but right now he doesn't want to be around so many people. Especially not alphas crowding around him when he's so close to heat, when he hasn't bonded with his mate yet. It's entertaining, how both of them growl when someone gets too close. It's a reminder of Bucky's own aggression level, and it pleases him quickly they've both become possessive of each other. Before, it would have gotten on his nerves, but this?

It's different, somehow. He's not sure why.

The moon will set soon, and then they'll be able to take this next, final step. He's not looking forward to the politics that will come after, but right now? The moon starts to dip in the sky, and though they haven't started to shift back, he figures privacy will do them both a lot of good. He tips his head in the direction of the hut, silently asking Steve to follow him.

By the time Bucky is pulling him away, Steve is on edge. He feels possessive in ways he's not sure he's really allowed to feel yet, but he doesn't care. Other alphas, especially unmated, shouldn't be getting so close to what is his.

The idea of it makes his blood boil and when Bucky silently invites Steve to follow him, it's all Steve can do not to push Bucky towards it. It's not even quite sexual yet. He just wants to get Bucky away from all of these people and their scents when he knows that Bucky should only be smelling like him.

He follows closely, almost on Bucky's heels as they approach the hut. Everyone will know what they're doing in there soon and Steve likes the idea of that. It makes his claim on Bucky feel even more solid.

They'll likely change back once they've gotten comfortable in the hug, the moon is already low enough in the sky Bucky is starting to feel tired. Once this is all over, he's going to want to do nothing more than curl up against his mate and sleep until the partial moon rises in the sky.

They won't be bothered as they make their way to the hut. The combination of an unmated alpha claiming an omega, and Bucky's own aggression level means that even if this wasn't a ceremony to join the two tribes together, no alpha would be stupid enough to challenge Steve's right to mate. No sooner do they enter the hut does Bucky turn to face Steve, growling. It's not defensive or threatened, but it's possessive. Almost more like an alpha than an omega.

The growl tapers off into a purr as soon as he can feel the transformation start to fade, fur vanishing, claws turning back into human nails. As soon as he's human again, he nuzzles against Steve's throat, getting the alpha's scent all over him.

Steve's never had anyone growl at him like that, maybe over an omega, but not over Steve. It does something to him and he thinks he likes it. He's never really thought about anyone else being aggressive over him, but it sends a shiver down his spine. He thinks if he's going to possess Bucky in all those intimate ways, Bucky should possess him, too.

As their transformations reverse, there's a charge in the air that Steve can feel.

He tips his head for Bucky, not even thinking of how submissive that action could be read as. All he's thinking about is making sure they both smell right when they do this. They should smell thoroughly like each other.

His heat scent should be obvious. It's only out of sheer stubbornness that he's still standing. It's surprising, how Steve tips his head. The submission is a little thrilling. Bucky's more sure than ever than this will work, that they'll be able to work together and make a real different for their tribes. They smell like each other, and they'll smell even more like each other.

"Come on," he purrs, tugging at Steve's wrist gently, guiding him towards the bed. The best just smells like Bucky, and soon it'll smell like Steve, too.

Steve growls as he follows after, the invitation making him feel bolder as he presses into Bucky's space. Bucky's got his wrist, but Steve's still crowding in like he's compelled to because now that they're in an enclosed space, he can really smell Bucky. It's heavenly and overpowering in a very real way.

"Eager?" He smiles and wraps his free arm around Bucky's waist to reel him in against Steve's strong body.

Steve has to taste him. He has to taste that smell and with a low whine he does, ducking his head to lick at Bucky's scent gland.

Bucky growls eagerly, an affirmative noise, pressed into Steve's body happily, taking in the alpha's scent. "Yes," he says honestly at the question, nuzzling at the alpha, at the scent filling his nostrils. The fact that they're so close to each other now means it's going to be difficult to peel himself away, if not almost impossible. He doesn't want to pull away from this strong alpha, from his equal. From his mate.

He lets out a breathy moan, head tipping, letting Steve scent him. This close together, it's making him want to melt into the touch wanting to pull Steve on top of him while he still has enough reason in him to make it clear he wants it, he wants it so badly. "Steven," he moans, his heat scent flaring, rubbing his hips against Steve's.

Steve bites gently, teasing at the mating mark he'll leave there once he's knotted inside of Bucky. The omega's smell is getting stronger and it makes Steve want to rip at his clothes and throw him on the bed. It makes him want to take as he imagines how wet Bucky must be getting for him.

"I'm going to make you feel so good." He can feel himself already reacting, getting hard against Bucky's hip as he whispers in his ear. "I won't let you forget who you belong to."

A growl escapes Bucky's lips at that, deeper, closer to a warning but without any actual challenge in it. "I'm going to mark you," he warms, promises. He's too far gone to want to turn it down, not now. Not when his body is telling him yes, this one, please and his mind is agreeing with it. Steve's gotten himself an aggressive omega for a mate, it's only fair to warn him that by the time they sleep through until the next night, Steve will have more marks on him than just the mating bite.

He rolls his hips, grinding against Steve, tugging at the alpha's ceremonial clothes, confident his alpha can do the same with Bucky's. "Claim me," he moans, letting the heat take over. He's ready for this, purring lowly, encouraging Steve to take what he wants.

"Breed me, oh god."

Steve moans. The idea of Bucky marking him isn't unpleasant at all. He's beautiful, strong for an omega and willful and Steve likes that, too. He likes the idea of having an omega who isn't so small and breakable.

He pushes Bucky towards the bed now, grip tight so he can't fall. Strong as they both are, he thinks they should use a bed the first time they do this, because he intends to expend all of their energy and he knows he'll want to lie with Bucky afterwards.

Bucky's clothes are getting yanked and shoved out of the way as they move with little care for them. He wants skin and he wants to feel Bucky against him.

"All fours. On the bed." He shoves Bucky the last few feet with a hungry grin.

The ceremonial clothing was made especially for him, he doesn't think anyone will really mind if they end up torn to shreds. It's probably expected, and Bucky is too interested in the alpha right now to care much about what happens to his clothing. He purrs low and deep from the back of his throat as he's pushes towards the bed. Part of him wants to be the one to do it, to show off just how strong he is, but he doesn't resist at all, digging at the blankets once he's on the bed, making a comfortable nest before he drops to his hands and knees, ass in the air, presenting.

He whines encouragingly, eyeing his mate.