Their Alpha

  A few weeks later

It didn’t take long for the press to figure out both Tony and Bucky were newly bonded. Tony hadn’t been really shy about it. Going to a board meeting with a barely healed bondmark on his neck was a bit on the nose, but still irrevocably Tony. He hadn’t warned anyone, especially not Pepper who almost fainted. The only reason she didn't was that she was used to Tony’s antics. But even after years of knowing each other he still managed to shock her.

On the other side, the members of the board hadn’t sounded so welcoming of the news. Some of them had tried for years to put him out of work because he was an Omega. And now he had someone. And worst of all, an Alpha they didn’t know. Someone they couldn’t veto before the bonding and who’d receive 60% of Stark Industry once their bond was legally registered. Which could be done in 24 hours.

In the past, they hadn’t properly succeeded in sending Tony away. Even after they had sent people in his life to manipulate him into believing they loved him and wanted his best. And this "best" had apparently been to introduce him to hard drugs.

The board hadn’t pulled any punches to put him down. And it would have worked if he had not met Pepper and Rhodey. And later, Bucky.

So it didn’t came as a surprise when the board begrudgingly accepted the bond, only, in exchange for the exclusivity of some of his older but successful blueprints. They gave him 24 hours to think about it. For Tony there was nothing to think about. Once he'd sign, he'd be finally free and could do whatever he wanted. There were no clauses stipulating that his new blueprints would fall into the board greedy hands. So, he didn't care what he had to lose. Tony got the scent of freedom so close to him and so reachable that giving away those parts of himself was justified.

Now, here he was, preparing himself to sign away the rights of his inventions to the board; his heart breaking at the idea of some other people appropriating what was his.

As soon as the tip of the pen was on the paper, Steve burst into the room without a care in the world. He still had marks of paints on the side of his face and he was wearing his usual clothes. A flannel shirt and a skinny jeans.

After that, everything was a blurry mess in Tony’s mind. He remembered seeing a few members trying to argue with Steve, who was glaring at them. His hand loosely pressed on Tony's shoulder while his forefinger was brushing the shape of the scar on his skin. Tony shuddered as goosebumps appeared all over his body and arousal enflamed his senses.

The whole ordeal ended much quicker than Tony thought. One moment he was closing his eyes, and the next time he opened them he was naked, covered by the nest blankets and surrounded by his mates, who were in the middle of a slow and noisy making out session.

Tony found himself at the right height to nuzzle against Bucky’s dick and simultaneously being brushed by Steve’s dick along the bondmark.

The hard length glided along the scar making Tony whimper. He could feel precum coat his bondmark and his omega side almost went cross-eyed.

Tony tried to stay still as he breathed in the scent of precum, musk and hormones underneath the warm covers. He hadn’t been high in a long time but he could have been mistaken. He barely could open his eyes. His body was trembling, aching for more and at the same time reveling in moment.

A particular well place thrust from Steve made Tony gasp. Steve carded his fingers in his hair and pulled, sending pain/pleasure signals through his nerves.

Tony barely got time to register that something bigger poked at his mouth trying to find the opening. Tony couldn’t move under the grip, he couldn’t even feel his face at this moment. Fortunately it didn’t take much time for Bucky to find the entry of his mouth. He pushed in languidly.

The bond between them opened further.

There was no rush to fuck. Only a simmering heat under their skins.

Tony could have stayed under the cover warming Bucky’s cock for days. And with this thought, everything disappeared.

At one point he found himself on all four being pounded and knotted by Steve while Bucky was fucking his mouth, another time he was being filled by both of them, his body adapting to the two cocks.

Again and again.

The only constant was that Tony had become the vessels for his mates.

He’d woken up a day after, completely disoriented and pleasantly sore. The nest had been cleaned and his mates were embracing him, still asleep.

Tony had a single thought before he drifted away: “I’m finally home.”

Steve POV

After this day, Steve found himself going everywhere with Tony and Bucky. Once they dropped their guards and opened themselves to him, Bucky and Tony finally figured out that Steve was a gentle soul.

He wasn’t with them to try and find dirt on them; he didn’t discouraged their weird interests and hobbies, because although they were weird, if his omegas were happy, he didn’t care that Bucky was into conspiracies, and that Tony had a weird obsession with baking even though he couldn’t bake for the life of him.

Even weirder, Tony could lead someone through a recipe he had himself memorized as if he’d made it a million times. He could even explain the science behind baking, but making it himself was a hundred percent going to end with firemen barging into the penthouse.

Steve, also, didn’t joke about their insecurities and kept everything they said close to his heart.

When they had talked to him about everything he did for them, Steve had scoffed, blushing all the way to his collarbones and he’d declared that it was normal. He was nothing special.

Bucky and Tony hadn’t tried to argue with him. They knew him well enough that he’d not believe them. So, they used their actions.

Pleasing Steve shouldn’t have been that hard. He was a simple man. But with men like Bucky and Tony, who would have to given the world to him, it became difficult.

They tried and mostly failed. Steve was never annoyed. He’d look at them, his blue eyes gleaming like sea water reflecting rays of the sun. His face would shine, a small smile stretching his lips. And all that would be directed toward them.

During these moment the bonds would flare open and warm them from head to toes, making them purr.

They kept those moments close to their heart.

Because even in those moment, there was one ultimate fear that stayed lurking in their minds. What if it wasn’t for ever? What if the other shoe was finally going to drop?

These fears rose steadily the days leading to the Gala and they ended up parasiting their bond as soon as they entered the building.

Tonight would be the first time Steve would meet Brock. He had been really vocal in never calling him Rumlow claiming that “this dickhead didn’t deserve any respect. And he’d get none.”

Steve wanted Brock to be scared to death. And he had now the means. Sure he could beat his ass in a back alley. He may be scrappy but he knew how to fight. And the image of him, being found by his mates while he’d showed them he could protect them turned him on.

In his fantasy of his, he imagined himself beating Brock to unconsciousness. Even in his haze, he’d notice his mates staring at him in shock, and still with the blood on his hands he’d lead them back toward a secluded room and he’d fuck them. He didn’t really think about the logistic and the sanitary aspect of his fantasy, but it still made his blood boil and the need to fuck them to sleep rose every single time.

At the end, he didn’t discard the idea. But for now he’d go for something he had more than he could count and would make the other man submit: money… money would be his weapon.

“Tony, he’s doing the face again,” Bucky said, worried.

Tony, who’d been scanning the crowd, glanced at Steve and frowned.

“Steve, love?” Tony asked. Steve noticed how he lowered his voice to a more “omega” tone.

Steve growled in response.

“What is wrong with you?”

Steve would have answered if his eyes hadn’t caught Rumlow’s form approaching them.

Bucky froze by his side. Tony glanced behind him and paled. Steve placed himself between Rumlow and them.

He was a man on a mission. He may be a “pint sized” like Tony loved to joked but he had his Alphaness to compensate.

Rumlow looked above Steve’s head and smiled ruefully at the omegas. Steve felt himself go feral, he was certain that he was frothing at the mouth. If Rumlow made one remark out of the line, Steve wou—

“You’re having a good time, toni—“

Steve saw red. Forget what he said, Rumlow didn’t have any rights to talked to his omegas. His hand went straight to his pocket, closing against the pocket knife Bucky had “strangely” lost a few days ago. Steve grabbed Rumlow by the tie and forced him to lean forward out of sight. Fortunately, no one was actually looking at them. Rumlow didn’t lose his smile until he felt the cold blade on his throat.

Steve didn’t hear Bucky and Tony’s voice next to him trying to calm him down. He twisted the tie in his hand a little harder. Rumlow opened his mouth certainly to call for help when Steve released him.

Rumlow looked around trying to catch the gaze of anyone.

“No one will believe you if you talked about what happened. A man like you against me…what an Alpha you make,” Steve sneered.

Rumlow face contorted into an ugly smirk.

“You won’t always be there to protect them,” he said coldly. He gave glared at Tony and Bucky and left toward the entrance.

Steve view was soon replaced by Tony and Bucky. Both angry, although their scent was oscillating between horniness and anger.

Steve grabbed his phone from his back pocket and composed a number he ended memorizing. At the third ring, the other person took the call. Steve skipped the formalities and went straight to the point.

“He is out of the building.”

“I got him.”

The other person hanged out.

Steve handed the pocket knife to Bucky and smiled, finally content.

“Now I’m all yours.”

Bucky closed his mouth in a click. His eyes traveled from the knife to Steve. He looked as shocked as Tony, who was frowning by his side.

“What the fuck was that? And who was that on the phone, Steve?”

“A well deserved revenge, that is. Rumlow won’t be a problem anymore.”

Bucky closed the knife in a click. “Is it the kind of solution where we have to flee the country?”

Steve chuckled which bristled Tony. His frown deepened reminding him of the time they bonded. He projected some calmness to his omegas.

“Nope. Just some fear of God in his body. Maybe a few investigators had found something odd about his associates. And maybe they found something weird in the ledger.”

Tony shook his head. His scent slowly giving away a bit of the disappointment he was feeling. 

“Tony!” Bucky whispered-yell. “You can’t be for real. You can’t be disappointed that he didn’t send someone to k-i-l-l Rumlow.”

Tony didn’t reply. Bucky nudged him.

“What?” He said, adopting the same tone as Bucky. “Do you want me to lie?”

Bucky stared at Tony for a few seconds before shaking his head. He then turned toward Steve and pointed at his chest.

“You, mister, are not off the hook. We’ll talk about it when we get back home.”

Steve let himself smile. “Or…I can follow through my original plan and fuck you both in one of the empty rooms.”

Bucky stared at him. He opened his mouth to reply, only to be cut off by Tony.

“Deal.”

Bucky made an undignified noise and glared at them.

“You can’t be serious right now? This gala is supposed to show us as a unit and perfect throuple.”

“What better way of showing that than you fucking me while I fuck Tony. A perfect union.”

Bucky’s cheeks turned a light shade of red. His gaze alternated between Tony, who was smirking, and Steve, who was pumping his arousal through the bond.

“You don’t have to accept, you know.” Steve conceded in faux concern. “I can take Tony somewhere and we’ll have some fun.”

Steve didn’t wait for Bucky’s response. He grabbed Tony by the elbow and led him toward the back of the room.

He mentally counted to ten and barely reach 8 that Bucky was by his side. He pressed himself against Steve’s side.

They reached the stairs which led to empty bedrooms. Guests were normally not allowed to be upstairs, but Steve had made sure to promise a huge check for the host to let them have this type of freedom.

If Bucky and Tony were surprised to see the guards letting them go up, they didn’t show it.

Steve found the perfect room a few doors down the corridor. He opened the large door letting Bucky and Tony enter first. He closed the door behind and leaned on it. 

He inhaled slowly and deeply, eyes closed. When he opened them, Steve let the bond burst open. A one-sided tunnel which conveyed all of the build up arousal and adrenaline from their encounter with Brock.

“Who wants to play?”