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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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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.

His own clothes leave a trail as he stalks toward the bed after Bucky. He's not worried about whether or not any of it will be salvageable just as he hasn't been too concerned about Bucky's clothes. There are much more important matters at hand, like the fact that with all of Bucky's clothes torn away and rucked up, Steve can see exactly how wet he is now.

"Look at you." His own dick twitches as he steps up behind Bucky and kneels on the bed, voice full of awe. "Look how much you need me."

He reaches for Bucky, running a finger over Bucky's slick hole. Everything about Bucky is so enticing. Steve can't remember ever feeling quite like this before, but he's sure they'll fit together perfectly.

Bucky whines again, rocking his hips at the touch, his hole so slick it's nearly dripping. "Knot me," he moans, begs. He arches his back up, trying to entice the alpha. The logical part of his mind tells him it's probably not needed, that his mate will take care of him, but he's quickly giving into the heat, the part of him that he's been suppressing for so long, that longs for an alpha that would have him.

His cock hangs erect, dripping. "Alpha, alpha please," he's babbling now and doesn't think he could bring himself to care if he tried.

Steve's got more self control than most alphas, but even he's got a breaking point and this pushes him well past it. He growls, low and possessive.

There's a feeling clawing at the pit of his stomach. He needs to be inside that wet heat, needs to do anything he can to get there. He needs to take and claim the body in front of him.

"I'm going to give you everything you need, Bucky. You're never going to want anyone else again."

He's on the bed behind Bucky almost instantly, draping himself over Bucky's back so that his hard dick is rubbing against Bucky's hole and his balls. He slides a hand up Bucky's spine and pushes down on his shoulders.

All Bucky can do is moan, whine. He likes what Steve is saying, wants to feel that body on top of him, pinning him to the bed. He growls encouragingly, feeling slick and sticky, and most of all, completely unfilled. He needs it, letting Steve push him onto the bed, spreading his knees apart, still presenting, making it easy for his mate to take him, he just needs to do it.

"Need you," he manages, whining, wiggling his ass enticingly.

"Me, too." Steve pants the words out, hips rocking against Bucky. He can feel how wet Bucky is now. It's all for him and that thought is almost as intoxicating as the smell emanating off of Bucky right now.

"Need you so much it hurts."

Still holding Bucky's shoulders down with one hand, he uses the other to line himself up and then he's pushing into Bucky as slowly as he can manage right now with a groan. Sinking into Bucky feels like coming up for air when he's been underwater too long. It feels like eating after days of starvation.

It's like coming home.

Bucky cries out at the suddenly fullness, his body coming alive, producing even more of the slick lube as though in anticipation of the knot that's going to form inside of him. He rocks backwards, hard, against the cock inside of him, hard enough he'd be worried about startling Steve if he wasn't so out of it, if he was capable of thinking about anything but the overpowering desire to mate.

"More, more," he begs, babbles, not even entirely aware of what he's saying.

Even in the heat of the moment, it doesn't escape Steve's notice that Bucky's a lot stronger and more demanding than most would expect of an omega. It does startle Steve a little, but it's not a bad thing at all. Bucky pushes back on him and Steve can't help groaning at the sensation.

"So eager for my knot." He scratches his nails down Bucky's back before taking a tight grip of his hips with both hands and then he starts to fuck Bucky in earnest, fingers digging into his skin hard enough to bruise. Another time, he thinks, he'll take his time with Bucky, but right now he's got a desperate omega in heat and he needs to take care of him, fill him and claim him like it's Steve's only purpose in life.

"Yes," Bucky moans out, agreeing, whimpering at the rough grip on his skin, rocking into Steve. It's almost too much, and he hasn't even been knotted yet, he feels so overly sensitive, but he doesn't stop moving, trying to control himself enough to allow his alpha to take control. As strong as Bucky is, there's a big part of him that wants to submit, especially now, when his heat is making it nearly impossible to think straight.

"God, I want your knot." He's still rocking in time with Steve's thrusts. "Please, Stevie."

Steve can feel his knot starting to swell already, his body reacting to Bucky's hormones. It only makes him fuck Bucky harder, muscular hips snapping forward with a brutal rhythm that he's pretty sure would knock Bucky over if he weren't holding onto him.

"Can you feel that?" His thrusts keep pressing his quickly swelling knot against Bucky's hole. "It's all for you, Buck."

Bucky cries out in absolute bliss, feeling the knot swell inside of him, causing more slick to practically gush out of him as he completely gives in to his heat, letting the alpha fuck him into the bed. He lets out a long whine as he rocks back into Steve, though with the knot inside of him, movement is hard; doing anything but trembling and whining for his alpha's cock is hard.

"Oh gods," he moans, "It's so good."

"Yeah." Once his knot is inside Bucky, he feels it finally swelling up to size until he can feel Bucky's body cling to it, pulling him deeper and holding him there. He's so close. Bucky must be, too.

"You feel so good, Bucky." He rocks his hips as much as he can, even if it isn't much right now. The shallow thrusts are pushing him closer. "Even your body knows that it's mine."

He reaches around with one hand, wrapping his fingers around Bucky's dick to help push him over the edge.

"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."

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