Their Alpha

Tony was the first one to wake up. Kind of. His limbs weren’t cooperating, his brain was empty, and he overall felt…good. He struggled to sit down, wincing at the rawness in his lower back. Steve dick was a gift that kept on giving and Tony kept on forgetting how big he was and how it felt. His hind brain loved it, sure, and huge part of Tony did too. But it was dangerous. He had to maintain some kind of mystery or…Steve would leave. Like Rumlow, his mind provided.

Tony blinked his memories away and slid of the table. Bucky and Steve were still sleeping soundly on the floor. Tony picked up a blanket on the couch and covered them. He hesitated a second, shoving away the voice telling them to kiss their forehead and left. He shouldn’t be clingy. He was a big boy and big boys didn’t need their Alphas 24/7. They didn’t need reassurance and they weren’t brats.

He’d hurt more if they lost this Alpha. Their true Alpha.

Tony had to be better. He wouldn’t make them lose the chance of a pack because of his brain or tongue. He had to be better. Bucky had said that it wasn’t his fault that Rumlow left. But deep down Tony knew it was. If he’d been more pliant during their bonding Bucky wouldn’t have tried to attack him. And Rumlow wouldn’t have beaten Bucky to the pulp, wrenching his prosthetic off him. It had been Tony’s fault. He should have stayed calm and let him knot him. He should have not shoved Rumlow after he’d felt the pressure on his bonding glands. His body failed him by sending repulsive pheromones to get him off him. The next part had been a natural consequence. Everyone knew that Alphas were irritable during matings, especially bonding.

Bucky’s reassurance didn’t help. Not really. Not when Tony had to stay with him at the hospital until he got better. Not when they couldn’t press charges because their world was still favoring alphas. It was a chance that Rumlow didn’t try anything else.

At the end, they were lucky that Steve was patient with them. He even decided to court them and had yet to ask them to bond with him. So Tony wouldn’t fuck up this time. He knew he was spoiled goods. The mark of Rumlow may have disappeared but inside he was still marked up.

Tony prayed that Steve’s courting would end soon so he could secure their bond. He’d do anything to be perfect for him.

When Steve woke up, Bucky was already up and ready to leave the workshop.

“Bucky wait,” Steve groaned, his voice still raspy from the sleep. It was a miracle he could swallow and feel a bit human. His mouth didn’t feel too dry and his throat was barely aching. All of that growling tended to leave him feral. A bit too close to his instincts for his liking; which explained why it didn’t feel right that one of his omegas was already gone and his other one ready to do the same.

Steve stood up, groaning. Thankfully Bucky had stopped in his track, still facing the door of the workshop. The only sign revealing that he’d heard Steve was his tensed shoulders.

Something inside Steve ached. Bucky had wanted to go without him knowing. Steve rearranged himself as quickly as possible and walked toward his omega. The closer he got and the more  tensed Bucky was. As if Steve’s mere presence was putting him on edge. Long gone was his prince.

Steve shook the last remnants of sleep and geared himself for the upcoming battle. There was some kind of story behind all of their weird behavior and it started to shape itself into the name that Steve had only heard a couple times. Rumlow. Steve had yet to ask about him and why they called him by his last name if he’d been their Alpha. It shouldn’t feel weird, except that Bucky and Tony always called people by their first name. Even Justin Hammer, Howard Stark and Obediah Stane.

It didn’t really made sense. Maybe it was time for Steve to dig deeper and confront his lovers. He couldn’t let the situation get worse. Steve had found himself walking on eggs and triggering them without knowing. The longer they went that way the more he was lost on his minefield with no one to guide him.

Steve didn’t touch Bucky like he wanted to. If his only presence tensed Bucky, chances were that Bucky would lash out to push him away.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Bucky announced coldly.

“Let’s go then. I’ll draw you bath.”

Bucky scoffed but did so. They walked in silence. Steve was two steps behind Bucky which was abnormal for most Omega/Alpha relationships. Alphas tended to be in front and omegas followed. Steve never really cared about it then and certainly not now. It gave him the chance to observe Bucky.

His back was still tensed, his hands were clenching into balls and his gate resembled the one of a soldier. Not his usual strut.

Well, if Bucky was preparing himself to a war, Steve would do so.

Bucky stopped walking as they arrived in front of the bathroom. He glanced back and sighed.

“Where are you going?”

“I already told you. I want to wash you and take care of you.”

Bucky stared at him, speechless. He dropped his façade for a second, his eyes roaming Steve’s face. A grim smile stretched on his lips as he entered the bathroom, beckoning Steve with a hand flick.

The minutes that followed were surreal to Steve. Bucky had stood by his side watching him like a hawk. Despite Steve’s many jokes to break the ice, Bucky had stayed muted.

Steve drew the bath like Bucky usually liked. He used a colorful bomb and dropped it in the hot water, observing the dissolution like a kid. Once he’d learned about these kinds of bombs Steve hadn’t been able to stop himself from buying them for his omegas. He wasn’t particularly fond of baths, preferring the efficiency and relaxing shower spray. Especially now he half-lived with them. It made him considered his choice of work. Seriously. The 7 shower heads were enough to make him, Steve-eat-the-rich-Rogers, consider his stand on wealth. Tony had laughed when Steve had told him. And he still chuckled whenever Steve warned them before taking a shower.

 Steve didn’t check to see if the water was good. There was already fog in the bathroom. He knew Bucky and Tony loved their water scorching hot. It was a surprise that their skin was not blistering after their hour-long bath. Steve didn’t dare comment on it since they smelled so good afterwards and their scent became a sugary treat. Just a bare sniff of them and it was like their scent would hit directly his bloodstream affecting all of his organs.

In other words, Bucky and Tony made Steve dumb.

They knew it. They loved it and played with it although Steve was pretty much a bit dumb when he was with them already.

Steve stood up and picked up a head rest, a head band to protect Bucky’s hair and a loofah. He positioned with precision and stepped away to let Bucky enter the bath.

“Your bath awaits you little pr—“

“Why did you do it? What do you expect more? Do you want money? Some shares of the company? What’s the meaning of it all?” Bucky cut him off, coldly.

To say that Steve was floored was an understanding. He had the fleeting thought that the fumes from the bath made him faint and he was having a nightmare or that it was all an hallucination.

“I don’t understand?”

Bucky eyed him silently. He looked at the bath and moved toward it slowly, as if the bath was some kind of trial.

“I thought he’d be nice to draw you a bath since you love it, and you are my omega and I want you to be happy and relaxed.”

Bucky didn’t reply. Steve was getting antsy. His brain was working full-shift to understand where he fucked up. Why would Bucky think —

“Rumlow.”

Steve touched his lips, thinking that it came out of his mouth. No. It was Bucky who’d spoken. A bare whisper. Bucky took off his clothes and got in the bath, sitting knees drawn to his chest. Steve ached to sooth him, touch him.

“He was our ex. I met him when I was in the army. That’s when I lost my arm.” Bucky gather some foam and in his two hands and stared at it. “I- I thought he was the one you know? There are not a lot of Alphas who like omegas in the army and far less who liked someone with my built…so being with Rumlow was a nice change. He saw me. Really me.”

 The cloudy foam jiggled over his trembling hands. Steve had to physically restrain himself. His hands were under his armpits and he was biting his tongue. He shouldn’t interrupt Bucky. It was crucial that they had this talk. It’d be easier if his own nature wasn’t battling him.

“I was discharged. Honorably of course and went back to the US. He followed me. He could have stayed for another tour but he chose to be with me. And I was so happy,” Bucky choked up, a single tear running down his cheek. “He helped me. Or so I thought. The first few months back are kind of blurry. I went to therapy, I struggled daily…he was the only person who could relate to me. That’s when it started.”

Bucky leaned back, laying his head on the headrest and closed his eyes. He took a shuddery breath and kept going.

“I didn’t notice how he pushed me away from my family. Before that I was alway communicating with them and then I wasn’t. At first, they’d tried to reach me, but I wasn’t in a good headspace. I lashed out, pushed them away…Until I never received any mails, emails, messages, calls…Nothing. He was my beacon to a normal life. Yes, sometimes he hurt me, verbally and at the end physically. He didn’t like when I said no.”

The sentence rung loud in the room. Steve stiffened. It was like watching a train wreck ready to happen. Steve had long recognized the signs of abuse in Bucky and Tony. To hear the confirmation of his was fears, didn’t alleviate the pain he felt. For once in his life he wished he’d been wrong. He pumped as much calming pheromones to help Bucky get through it.

“Rumlow was…good with words and manipulation. He could make you believe that things that were not your fault actually were. He didn’t outright said that I was a burden or failed omega but his actions spoke louder. All of the silences when I needed reassurances, all of the times that I tried to be better for him. To cook, to clean, to take of his business, putting himself above and beyond myself. It was never enough.” Bucky sniffed, seemingly uncared by it all. He sounded detached.

“That’s when I met Tony.” He paused a few seconds. “The worst mistake I made. Tony was the one who made the metal arm and helped Rumlow’s business prosper properly. We hit it off pretty quickly. Rumlow didn’t really care about Tony. He didn’t see him as a threat to our relationship although we were in an exclusive relationship. He even encouraged it. At first…I don’t really know what I thought. Tony was truly my friend. It didn’t matter that Rumlow and I lived in a shitty place, while Tony was  a billionaire. I never asked him for any handouts. Until Tony’s heat.”

Bucky glanced at Steve and sighed. He handed him the loofah and beckoned him to wash him. Steve gladly accepted. The taste of blood in his mouth had become somewhat overpowering. He knew that his mouth was full of it. Now he had a task, he could help in a way.

At the first wipe of the loofah, Bucky shivered and sighed, content.

“It was unpredictable. Really unpredictable. The kind that is suspicious but we never really thought too much of it. These kinds of things happened to certain omegas. Unfortunately Tony’s regular alpha wasn’t present, but Rumlow had. He used to treat Tony well. Really well. It was only natural that I was jealous. How could Tony be treated this well and I wasn’t. What did he do that I didn’t do? Afterwards I tried to be like him, a good sweet boy.” Bucky laughed humorlessly. “But you know I’m not. Or it takes me a long time to be one.”

Steve wanted to retort that it was all wrong. One touch, one certain look and Bucky would be pliant. He was a fierce little thing and Steve was proud of him on a daily. He saw him fight the things that Rumlow had created in his mind. All of the restrictions and the fear of retribution. He’d witness too many times as Bucky hid his flinch when he acted as a brat and Steve approached him. He saw how he’d then straighten his back, jutting his chin high enough that Steve could only see his Adam apple move slowly. During these times, Steve knew he’d lost him to Rumlow’s memories and his only weapon was patience.

“Too lost in my jealousy I stopped caring about all of the red flags. It was like the primitive part of me wanted to fight Tony for Rumlow even though he wasn’t good to me. He knew all of my insecurities and fears and kept me in check by dangling Tony’s submissiveness in front of me. He kept me pliant and obedient for months. Until Tony’s heat…” Bucky turned his head to look at Steve. “I can’t tell you what happened to Tony. It’s not my place. All I can say is that you were right about me and you must be right about him too. Tony’s heat arrived coincidently before Stark industry merged with Rumlow’s small business. He knew that if Tony was his omega he could be able to gain more money for his business and control a part of Stark’s industry. The law is still archaic about it. Alpha’s when bonded to Omegas can decide for them when it comes to work. If he’d invoke his right he could have been at the head of Tony’s business.”

Bucky rose one leg for Steve to scrub. He applied himself dutifully.

“I know you’re probably wondering how Rumlow got kicked out of the tower?” He didn’t wait for Steve answer and kept going. “We got our heat together like always.  Tony is normally affected before me. He was barely coherent like the first time you came. So it made sense that Rumlow tried to bite him before me. He couldn’t even break the bond gland. Tony’s body wouldn’t let him. He started fighting back. It was not pretty. He scratched, kicked, spat and tried to gouge Rumlow’s eyes out. If it wasn’t for me, Rumlow would probably have been dead. A feral omega was meant to kill more dangerous beasts than a horny alpha. Rumlow tried to fight him. Then he tried to fight me back. He took my prosthetic off. And then I blacked out…”

Bucky rose his other leg. Steve hesitated for a second. He stared at his balled up hands and released the loofah in the water. He leaned on the bathtub and sighed. Bucky dropped his leg back in the water.

He cleared his throat. “I woke up at the hospital. Tony was a mess. I was a mess and Rumlow was gone. And since we are both omegas, Rumlow is still a part of the company. That’s why he made sure that his business still was his even after the merge. We can’t even file a complaint. It’s our words against his,” Bucky spat. He slowly stood up, water dripping from his body. Steve handed him a towel and stepped back. Bucky dried his body mechanically.

“So yeah, now you know half the story, so if you want to leave you can. How could you want someone like me?”

Bucky dropped the towel on the floor and raised his arms. He stared dead in Steve’s eyes. Steve knew all of his body like it was his. He could map the line of his muscles and scars eyes closed. Steve considered arguing with Bucky but dismissed the thought almost instantly. Bucky was on his field, whatever Steve would say would be met coldly. Maybe if he wanted Bucky to understand, he’d have to open up too.

“If you don’t want to bond with me, you just have to say it,” Steve retorted, tired. He wanted to reassure them and he did so so many times that it seemed like they didn’t even move forward. A tiny voice in Steve head argued that he may not be well-suited to be with his omegas. His body wasn’t as nice. He wasn’t as smart. He had scars from previous surgery. He was stubborn and didn’t like injustice which landed him more times in hospital than he’d want. He pressed his hand on his chest where the ugliest scar was. His heart surgery had left him with thick reddish scarring on his pale skin.

“Wh-What?” Bucky frowned. “Is it some kind of reverse psychology?”

Steve chuckled humorlessly. “You think you are not a catch but look at me. I can’t possibly understand what you suffered and still are suffering from the hands of Rumlow. I knew that it’d take time for you to even talk to me about and I’m glad you did. But the more we go and the less I feel you really want it. I’d never try to push a bond onto you. Both. If you want to stay in a non-bonded relationship with me, it’s perfectly fine. I know Tony is already spiraling trying to make sure that we bond and I’ll need to talk to him about it but you do the opposite although your words do not match your actions. So if you don’t want to bond just tell me.”

“What? No - I mean, yes I want to bond with you. Didn’t you listen to what I told you? I’m damaged good!” Bucky said raising his voice.

“First, you are not an object. You are a human being. Second, I heard what you said and the only conclusion I came to was that Rumlow was a certified asshole. Like I told you yesterday, you have been nothing but a good boy.” Steve raised a hand to stop Bucky from interrupting him. “Yes, a good boy. MY good boy. My little prince. Do you know why I call you that?”

Bucky shook his head, a slow blush started showing on his cheeks.

“Because a prince can be capricious, demanding and still be a sweet boy at the end. You don’t scare me. You don’t disgust me. You can do anything to me and I’ll be happy because I’m with you both till the end. Nothing you do or don’t do is going to make back off this relationship. That’s why I told you that if you don’t want me you can say it.”

Bucky crossed his arms on his chest. He looked less defensive than earlier. Steve heart beat a little less fast. He hadn’t even noticed that he’d been on edge during their conversation. His brain has yet to process all of what Bucky said. He felt tired mentally and physically. At least this battle was over.

“I want you if you really want us,” Bucky admitted with a low voice.

Steve released his breath and walked toward Bucky. He knelt in front of him, grabbing the towel on the floor. He finished Bucky’s work and dried his legs off.

“Y-you don’t have to.”

Bucky’s blush descending to his collarbone. Steve carefully avoided Bucky’s erection and wipe the rest of his body.

“You are my omega and I’m your alpha. People think that it’s the alpha who controls his omega. I believe that it’s the opposite. We are wired to cater to your needs and worship your bodies. And in return, omegas gift us with their love and tenderness. A loved omega is one who’d burn the world for his alpha. He’d take arms and fight along his alpha.” Steve took Bucky’s hand, discarding the towel in one of the basked and led him to their empty nest. Bucky followed him silently, yet confused.

Steve undressed himself. He climbed into the nest and dropped on his knees. He may not have been as gracious as his omegas but he tried, and presented for Bucky, butt raised in the air. He settled easily in his position. Bucky gasped behind him.

“A lot of alphas don’t like to present for their omegas because they think that it’s a weak position.” Steve grabbed his buttcheeks and opened himself for Bucky. “They don’t consider their omegas as equal. To me, presenting is the best gift of trust an omega can give. To be here, laid in the open and trust their alpha to take care of them and bring them to come.”

Steve didn’t yelp when Bucky’s hand grazed his hips. His breath shuttered when he felt slicked fingers enter him easily. His entire body went limp. He didn’t try to push back. He just laid there for Bucky to take care of.

“I-if you…”Bucky swallowed soundly. “If you want to stop you have to tell me, okay?”

“’K” Steve slurred.

“You don’t do that because you think it’s going to make it better right? I don’t want you to do something to prove me anything. I know I can trust you,” Bucky said in a rush, incertitude and fear colored his words.

“I don’t do anything I’d not want. You know me, little prince. You make me dumb and do some stupid actions but I’d never betray this trust. You know it, deep down.”

Bucky sliding inside him was the perfect reply. Steve let go of his buttcheeks and hugged the pillownest he was on. He let himself get swayed by Bucky at every thrust. His omega’s cock, although not as big as his, was nailing his spot with ease. Steve’s body trembled and shivered as they both climbed the stairs to the ecstasy.

Bucky suddenly gripped his neck pushing him further into the mattress. Any alphas would have growled and fought the grip. Steve mewled and went even more pliant. He wouldn’t have even been able to fight Bucky if given the chance.

Bucky leaned forward. He gave small, sharp thrusts, growling in Steve’s ears. Steve turned his head, offering his unmarked neck to Bucky.

It triggered something in Bucky who pulled him upright, his hand choking him so slightly. Steve’s heart was beating to fast and he felt like he’d die in a minute. Bucky’s breath on his bonding gland, made him teary. He couldn’t help but plead under his breath for Bucky to bite him. Bucky’s left arm was gripping his knot firmly. The thought that the metal arm which was capable of deflecting bullets and punching through walls was clenching against his sensitive hot like a vice sent Steve over the edge.

He was cumming before he could properly enjoy his climax. One moment he was teetering on the cliff of pleasure and the next he was drowning under it.

He closed his eyes, breathing as much as Bucky allowed.

His omega was still fucking him like there was no tomorrow. His teeth grazed Steve’s bond eliciting a scorching wave of pleasure to submerge him. Steve’s cock was still hard even after he just came.

Bucky’s thrust became erratic. Steve could tell he would come in a -

Sharp teeth pierced his bonding gland followed by Bucky’s orgasm. Steve moaned as his semen coated his inside, smoothing the primitive part of himself. He was marked inside out.

Steve’s body, under the influence of the bonding euphoria, released again.

His last thought was the image of him sporting his omegas marks on his skin.