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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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"Yes, yes, yes," Bucky practically babbles, too far gone from pleasure, moaning and feeling his entire body tense. He's close, so close, and he wants it so bad. He writhes on Steve's cock, moaning and whimpering, and then his alpha reaches down and touches him, stroking him, and it's too much stimulation. He makes a low, stuttering noise before he cries out, his seed releasing all over the blankets, a mess that should bother him, but he's too blissed out to care.

"Gods," he says again, rocking his hips against Steve's, moving until his alpha reaches his limit, too.

Steve can feel Bucky's release in the way his cock twitches in Steve's hand, but he can also feel the tensing of Bucky's body around him. It leaves Steve growling, loud and wild as he pounds into Bucky hard a few more times until his knot pushes through and Bucky's body traps it. From there, it takes very little motion to push him over the edge, the rough and shallow thrusts that Bucky's body allows him are more than enough to get him there.

He drapes his body over Bucky's back, hips rocking against Bucky as Steve spills his seed inside of him. Bucky's hair is in his way, but he shoves at the strands until he can get his mouth on Bucky's neck, teen right against his scent gland. There's no hesitation when he bites down, teeth pressing into the flesh like the lack of marks there is an affront, because Bucky is already his and this bonding mark is just a formality now.

Through it all, his hips keep moving. He almost hopes it's too much for Bucky like this. The idea of pushing him too far in his pleasure is an appealing one and the sticky, sweet smell of his heat is all around them now. It won't be long before he'll have to do this again. Bucky's going to need his care through it all. Maybe Steve won't even give him a chance to rest.

Bucky groans before he shifts just a little, sore and trembling, but it's not enough, he's still in the middle of his heat, still shaking and needy. And then Steve bites him and he makes a strangled noise, halfway between bliss and frustration as he tries to twist himself on Steve's cock, moaning all the while. He wants to face his mate, to return the bonding bite. He growls lowly, an encouraging noise.

The sheets are going to be a sweaty, sticky mess by the time they're over, bur right now he doesn't care, still rocking his hips hard against Steve and moaning loudly. He's not bothering to be quiet right now, and his cock is already half-hard again, only moments after spilling seed onto the sheets.

He lets out an encouraging whine, wanting desperately for it to continue until he's so exhausted he can't move anymore.

Steve's trapped against Bucky, but there's nowhere else he'd rather be, even as Bucky keeps moving against him. He's a little oversensitive himself and he reaches down to get a grip on Bucky's hips to try to still some of the motion.

"I need a minute." The words are murmured into Bucky's ear, but even as they are, his other hand slides over Bucky's skin to wrap around his dick with smart fingers. The least he can do is help Bucky take the edge off. "I'm not going anywhere. Don't worry. I'm going to take care of you until you can't stand against for a week."

Even though it's a little too much for Steve, he thrusts his hips once to remind Bucky of exactly where he is.

It's enough to get Bucky to still, nodding. "I need to," he begins, swallowing, because talking is hard right now. "I need to return the bite." It's deep and primal, instincts telling him he needs to squirm on his mate's cock until he's facing the man and bite down hard on his own scent gland, to make sure everyone will be able to tell that Steve belongs to Bucky as much as Bucky belongs to Steve.

He moans, shifting a little so he can look at Steve, managing to still himself for his alpha. The hand around his dick is enough right now at least until Steve makes it clear he's ready for more, and he moans again, gaze locked on his mate's, eager. He grins a little, but it's clearly a little strained-- he's not anywhere near being satisfied. "Good," he manages. "Because I'm not anywhere near being satisfied."