Their Alpha

Bucky was cleaning the penthouse for the umpteenth time. He knew they had professionals doing that every week but he couldn’t help. Stress cleaning was his thing, the same way spending entire nights in his workshop was Tony’s. He wiped the small table in their living room and sighed.

“It’s not going to be bad, you know,” Tony said from the couch where he was burrowed under a few plaids. Tony pre-heat symptoms had already started and he longed for their nest, but Bucky refused to let him in until they got something from their “Alpha”. He was barely managing his own symptoms as it was. He knew that most of it was in his head. Mentally he knew that Tony was starting earlier than him but his body didn’t. So it sent a bunch of signals that Bucky was going into pre-heat too.

Bucky felt his face scrunch at Tony’s statement. He was totally fine with Michael. They had their routine and they knew him. The Omega Heat Service hadn’t even let them veto this stranger. For all they knew he could be someone who wanted to reveal their intimate life to the public. Or he wasn’t their type. Maybe this Alpha was like Brock…

“Bucky, love of my life, you stink of murder.” Tony’s head popped up again out of his burrow. His hair was in array and there was a smudge of drool on the left side of his face.  “Stop it. The alpha is going to be fine.”

“How do you know?” He says, eyeing a small suspicious spot on the white carpet. He had told a million times that white carpets were a no-no but Tony never listened. His brain was already trying to catalog all of the products he had that could work efficiently. Did he have—

“I can feel it, that’s it.”

Bucky snorted. “You can feel it? Tony…” He sighed. “I love you, and I don’t want you to take it badly but your instincts are dog shit.”

Tony screamed indignant, throwing a pillow at Bucky which missed him even though he wasn’t moving and the pillow was big. “It’s you the dog shit!”

Bucky looked down at the pillow in despair. At least they weren’t white. He leaned to take it and fluffed it against his chest.

“Very mature, Tony,” Bucky grumbled. He resisted the thought telling him to pout. He was a grown ass man. He paid his taxes and was a good citizen. He didn’t pout. His face though didn’t get the memo because he lips curled into a pout.

“That’s why you love me, my snickerdoodle,” he retorted making kissing noises. Bucky flipped him off and went to the kitchen. He needed to check if they had anything and more importantly if all of his knives were nearby. Tony hadn’t found any of them yet and he was proud of himself. Tony was literally a magnet to any kind of weapons especially in his home. A first Bucky had suspected JARVIS was the one ratting him out but after visioning of some footages Bucky had come to the conclusion that Tony was lucky. Unnaturally lucky.

So, Bucky had to resort to inventive methods. He patted underneath the counter and grinned as he felt one of his favorite knives. Feeling safer and lighter he went back to the living room. He didn’t dare check for knives in the living room although Tony couldn’t see him and there was a light snore coming out of the mount of blankets.

He walked silently to their nest. He stopped when Tony stopped snoring and waited with baited breath for him to snore again. He released his breath when  he did so. Bucky would never admit to Tony that he had hidden a few knives there and a taser. Nests were supposed to be soft and non-threatening but since they didn’t really have an exclusive Alpha…better be safe than sorry.

Bucky pressed his metal hand behind his neck and took a deep breath. He was safe. He was home. It was in these kinds of moment that he regretted not having an Alpha to take him down and reassure him with their pheromones. Omegas could do it too but Alphas were more potent.

“’Okay?” Tony’s muffled voice shook Bucky out of his thoughts.

“Yes, just need to take a breath. I did too much,” he answered, trying to send some positive pheromones to Tony.

“Told you.”

Bucky shook his head, exasperated.

“Sirs, Mister Rogers is here.”

Tony practically jumped out of his nest and ran out to the bathroom in a flash.

“J’ you could have warned us way earlier! ” Silence. A few sniffs. “I need a shower and new clothes…” His rambles were lost on Bucky as Tony closed the bathroom door after him.

Bucky stood still a few seconds not knowing what to do. There was an unknown alpha in their home and Bucky…Bucky didn’t like it. He patted his backpocket feeling the reassuring weight of his knife and walked to the door.

He didn’t check the peephole preferring a much more frontal initiative.

“You were in the army, you were the best sniper, you can do it,” he muttered with a firm nod. He straightened his back, plastered what he thought was a good smile and opened the door.

He gaze around seeing no one. Was that a — He looked down and noticed a blond man staring at him expectantly. Bucky frowned to which the man, Steve he supposed, rose an eyebrow.

“Who are you?” He asked, not caring if he was rude. Was that a joke from the OHS, how could this dude be their aid. Could he even handle omegas let alone two and in heat?

“Steve Rogers, and you must be James,” he replied courteously. Bucky tried to stay impassible but failed miserably. His knees went weak when he heard his voice. How could a small body produce such deep, velvety voice.

His hindbrain was working a full-shift and pumped as many “enticing” pheromones as it could. Well, if his body decided to betray him, Bucky will have to put his foot down. He still hadn’t even scent marked the dude, he didn’t even know what he was like and he looked like a breeze could take him away. Bucky was…suspicious. He didn’t want at all to crawl and asked to be petted like a little dog or begging to be fucked 6 ways to Sunday.

He was a proper Omega. Now he needed to act like one.

“How do you know my name?”

Steve plump lips stretched into a sardonic smile. “I read your files. It was part of the bio .”

Bucky licked his lips feeling jittery. The fuck was going in on. Who was this guy? Did he drug them? Bucky cursed himself. How could he have?

Jesus, he was losing braincells each second Steve’s earnest eyes were looking at him. Where was Tony to divert his attention?

“Part of the bio? What bio?”

“Oh,” Steve only replied, bashful. “That explains your reaction. Normally you should have received my physical description, my age, name and…” Steve scratched the back of his neck. “And you didn’t receive it. If you want I can —“

“Oh, he’s there,” Tony barreled into the living room looking dashing as usual. He pushed Bucky away and immediately cooed. “Oh, you look as cute as in your photo,” he said, one hand already reaching to pat Steve’s head.

Bucky stared at Tony’s head, nonplussed. Tony had known and he didn’t tell him. Why? Maybe as a joke. Lord knew that Tony loved to joke about everything and —

Steve grabbed Tony’s wrist in a swift motion before he made contact with his hair and pulled it away. With his other hand he grasped Tony’s hand into a handshake. Tony stood still, shocked. Bucky who’d been already on the verge to defend his omega, reached into his back pocket and pull out his knife, brandishing it in front of him.

Tony suddenly dropped to his knees, head down. Bucky growled instinctively. Steve eyes snapped to the knife then to Bucky’s eyes.

“Kinky,” he said, impressed.

“Let him go,” Bucky muttered through clenched teeth.

Steve rose an eyebrow, unimpressed. “I’m not the one holding him.”

Bucky glanced quickly at Tony and barely gaped. Tony was holding Steve’s wrist like a landline and sucking on his thumb softly. His entire body was supple, pressing against Steve’s lithe body.

“You see, even if I wanted he wouldn’t let me go.” Steve pulled a little bit his hand, eliciting a whine from Tony and a cocktail of sad/annoyed pheromones.

Bucky nudge Tony with his foot. No reaction from him.

“If you do anything wrong, I’ll stab you. Hurt him, I’ll stab you.” Bucky took a few step back, still facing Steve, “He’d be better on his kneeling pillow. I’m sure you can hold him to the couch,” he ended sarcastically.

“Tony, my good omega,” Steve purred into Tony’s ear, “be a good boy and go kneel by the couch. I don’t want to see my ‘mega hurting.”

Tony’s reaction was immediate. Although he stood up, wobbling on his feet, he never let go of Steve’s hand and led them to the couch. It was luck that Tony didn’t stumble nor hit anything during the process; his eyes were half open and he looked out of it. Bucky huffed not impressed.

His hindbrain was configuring fantasies that Bucky ignored promptly. Tony had always been the weaker one anyway. The first Alpha who came and he was on his knees. Bucky’s slapped away his rational thoughts telling him that it wasn’t true. He needed all the bitterness to stay on his warpath. He needed to be clear-headed.

Bucky followed them after closing the door and sat in front of them, on the small table. He ignored Tony mumbling to himself, Steve thumb was back in his mouth. He ignored the tent in his own pants and Tony alluring scent. But more importantly he ignored the pang in his chest when he noticed the lack of erection in Steve’s pants. Well, there was that. They weren’t compatible. Steve had to leave.

“Are you even capable of getting hard?”

If Steve was shocked, he didn’t let it show.

“I can.” Was his reply. Why was he all calm when Bucky…no…Tony was a mess. Even Michael hadn’t had this reaction from them.

Bucky huffed, his hand holding the knife tremble slightly.

“You know that he’d want to be sure, so if you can’t…” He waved the knife to the door.

Steve laughed. “He doesn’t have to worry.”

Maybe Steve had misinterpreted what he said because he, Bucky, didn’t care. It was Tony who’d be sad.

“He, Tony, needs a knot,” Bucky repeated slowly.

“And he’ll get a knot,” Steve used the same tone.

Bucky eyes his crotch, suspicious. “Tony loves to be manhandle and a big knot.”

“Tony is going to have all he wants, I promise you.”

“And how can I trust you? After all I don’t know you. You could be lying.” Bucky cleared his throat after realizing that he’d been eying Steve’s crotch the entire time. “For Tony’s sake, I mean, as his partner I wouldn’t want him to be disappointed.”

Steve nodded, smirking. “For Tony’s sake, I understand your concern. But you see, the problem is that I can’t open my pants without two hands. I’m clumsy like that, so…”

Bucky swallowed with difficulty. “I see…I’ll do it, of course. But no funny business or…” Bucky mimed a slicing movement. “Bye bye dick.”

Steve pretended to shiver from fear.

Bucky squinted his eyes, not amused although his lips twitched. He wouldn’t fall like Tony. He shook his head and dropped the knife on the table. He’d test Steve. Steve who didn’t know that Bucky had other knives on him and under the couch.

He crawled to Steve looking closely his reactions. He stayed impassible. Well, either Bucky had lost his magic touch or Steve was this kind of Alpha. The kind that even scared the other Alpha. The kind who rose above their own nature.

Bucky didn’t try to caress Steve’s legs. He didn’t try to look at him under his long lashes. He wanted to break him and see if he was the real deal. Because if he was…Bucky squeezed clenched his butt. He’d be finally handled properly, like he wanted.

He undid the buttons of his too big khakis, which should have been a hint. He dragged the pants low enough for him to —

“Oh my God!” Bucky whispered-yelled, staring at Steve’s limp dick. He blinked slowly trying to make out what he was seeing. It was like an out of body experience. He didn’t even know someone that small could get a dick that big. Bucky sad down on his haunches.

“So, reassured?” Steve asked, a hint of something darker in his voice.

Bucky dumbly nodded. He was shaken, speechless…

Tony suddenly released Steve’s thumb in a wet pop and looked at Bucky. He followed Bucky’s gaze and gasped, “All for me, Daddy,” before taking Steve dick in his mouth. He laid his head on his thigh and sucked the head of his cock like a pacifier.

Steve purred deeply, his hand already petting Tony’s head. “My good boy,” Tony hummed softly, his eyes fluttering shut.

Bucky had never seen Tony be that at peace with no Alphas. The only time he got him like that was after a good fuck. But never during pre-heat. Tony was a brat. He liked to challenge, demand and bite more than he could chew.

Bucky shook his head to regain some rational thoughts. Everything eluded him, all the snark, threats that he should have had; all of his masquerade. He felt small.

He blinked slowly.

He needed his Alpha to comfort him.

He looked up to Steve who grinned wolfishly.

“Oh, my little prince, I’m going to make you feel good,” he muttered. He cupped Bucky’s head, pushing him closer to his erection. Tony’s saliva was slowly descending down his balls. Steve, with his other hand, grabbed his balls, shaking them slowly in front of Bucky’s face.

Instinct took over and as Bucky opened his mouth, feeling the heavy weight of his balls and the musky scent of Steve, he dropped.

Steve leaned back on the couch, sighing contently. He petted his boys head slowly as slow as he was getting hard and then, he’d knot them. Because that’s what a good Alpha would do. He’d breed them until they cried. His boys looked like good criers. And finally he’d plug them. Let them feel him even after their heat.

Bucky whined unhappy that he couldn’t take the two balls in his mouth even when he opened it wide. His omega side was delighted. Big balls meant good knotting. Good knotting meant that Alpha was happy with them and would keep them safe and full.

“Sush, little prince, it’s okay.”

Tony opened his eyes and glared at Bucky for disrupting his little time. His mouth was filled with pre-cum which was getting thicker which meant one thing: Tony will get his reward and would be able to drink Alphas’ cum.

Bucky’s scent turned sour to the point that Tony was getting a headache. He made his decision and pulled away from Steve dick. Immediately he mourned the soft head pulsating in his mouth. But he was a good boy and good boys wanted to make their Alpha happy. So be it. He slid to the floor next to Bucky and took the other ball in his mouth. Steve rearranged himself on the couch to be more comfortable. He hooked one of his leg over their shoulders.

The combo of pheromones was enough to make him growl possessively. Good boys…

 The night came slowly upon them, letting the lights of New-York illuminate the living room. By then, even Bucky was in pre-heat. Steve hadn’t changed position. He knew that in a few minutes, 2 precisely, he’d have to feed them and take them to the nest or they’d probably feel neglected. He had voted against doing so earlier. He wanted them to feel owned, on the verge of going deeper but he’d be there to catch them.

He took a shuddery breath and dragged both his hands behind their neck next to their scent glands. They trembled under his firm grasp but let go of his balls. Steve shivered at the lack of warmth.

They both leaned back into the touch. Steve positioned their head close to each other. They both opened their mouth tongue out. Steve chuckled, a wave of happiness warming his chest. What did he do to have such good omega. He stood up and slapped each of their tongue with his cock. Even then, they both waited patiently as Steve jerked himself off above them.

He wished someone could have taken this moment in photo. The lighting, their positions…Every little detail felt like a dream. Steve’s balls contracted, his knot was getting bigger in his hand. He tightened his grip on it and cursed. The smell of slick coming from his omegas and their pheromones combined pushed him over the edge. The pressure in his stomach built up quickly. So fast that the next thing he knew he was cumming on their face.

He stood straight, out of breath, staring down and watched tenderly Bucky and Tony fighting to get more of his cum. Tony sucked on his head, then was pushed by Bucky who took over catching the last drops. Steve could have chuckled if the sight didn’t check all of his kinks and didn’t make his heart beat faster.

Bucky and Tony started “fighting” on the floor, licking each other until they were clean of cum.

“Boys,” Steve said, softly. They both stopped and looked at him patiently. “Come here, my good boys.”

They scrambled to his feet and knelt obediently. Steve crouched, kissing each of them. He moaned tasting himself on their tongue. He released them after a few minutes feelings light-headed by the intimacy and the eagerness in their kisses. Bucky went limp on the carpet, soon joined by Tony. He rolled onto Bucky uncaring that his sharp angles could hurt him.

Steve smiled softly and made his way to the kitchen to retrieve everything he needed.

The next few hours went by quickly. They migrated to the nest, Steve took all of their clothes letting the omegas arrange his own as they wanted. He made them drink and eat as much as they could before they passed out from his own scent. Steve knew he had a potent smell. That’s why he never used it. That and he wanted to appear weak as possible. It gave him an advantage against all of the knotheads who undermined him. It also was a powerful drug for his omegas.

“Alpha,” Tony muttered dreamily. He caressed his stomach slowly.

Steve growled in reply making both of them purr in their sleep.

“Good boys,” he said sleepily.