The Betrayal
Bucky smiled as he lay on the spacious bed, not even taking notice of the extravagant decor in the guest room of the Stark house.
Steve told him to wait upstairs, that he’d be there in ten minutes.
Bucky was so excited, he was nervous too, but all he could think about was his talk with Steve this morning and the promises it would bring.
“So, tonight at Tony’s party...”
He was finally ready, tonight was the night.
”I think, I think we should take that next step. I’m ready, I want too.”
After being in a relationship for over two years, a two years full of patients from his beloved boyfriend, two years of not feeling ready.
”Really? You finally- you- you’re ready Buck?”
Two years of making sure he wasn’t gonna give his virginity up to just anyone. But with Steve he just knew, steve was the man of his dreams. He was sure they would get married some day, the Alpha was nothing but perfect.
“Yeah, I’m ready Steve. Tonight, I want to do it tonight.”
Steve had admitted that he’d never been with anyone else either, this is new for both of them. It made Bucky feel better, to know Steve was also inexperienced.
”God, I’m so excited Buck.”
When the Omega turned to the night stand where his phone rested, he checked the time, starting to wonder when Steve would show up.
They’d been hanging out with friends in the kitchen when Steve had whispered in his ear, saying that he should go upstairs, the Alpha would be there soon.
When the time showed fifteen minutes had passed Bucky assumed Steve had gotten distracted, or maybe someone roped him into a conversation.
Surely his boyfriend would show up soon.
With how excited he’d been about tonight Bucky thought the Alpha would be to eager to wait any longer. But Steve wasn’t like other guys, he was kind, thought with his brain instead of his dick.
Bucky lay there thinking about what would happen soon.
Steve would walk through the bedroom door any minute now, the Alpha would lock it, turn to Bucky with that dangerous smile and start prowling towards the Omega.
Bucky’s cheeks flushed at the thought of Steve touching him, remembering all the times the Alpha’s hands had roamed up his thighs when they made out. When the blonds rough palms would scrape under his shirt and around his waist, moving over his skin to cup his chest.
Bucky turned to check his phone again, seeing the Alpha had left him waiting for twenty minutes now, ten past what they’d agreed on.
Getting up from the bed Bucky went out in search of his boyfriend, leaving the lushes bedroom and roaming down the hall.
He checked the bathrooms long line, looked in the available rooms down the hall, finding nothing and deciding to go downstairs in his quest.
The music was louder down here, the vibrations pumping through the walls of the house, through the floor and right into his very bones.
He couldn’t hear much either, the loud dubstep and crowds of chatter making it hard to distinguish certain sounds from others.
He looked in the living room, checked the kitchen, scanned the backyard but still no sign of Steve.
He asked the Alpha’s friend, Sam, but the Beta said he hadn’t seen him in awhile.
Natasha said that the last place she’s seen Steve was when the Alpha was walking down the hall, towards the downstairs bathroom.
Clint, who stood in said hall, said he went into the room at the end of the hall not twenty minutes ago, and he hadn’t come back out since.
Making his way to the door, painted a cream color with lavish trim and a gold handle, he turned the knob.
He wasn’t sure whether he was expecting it to turn or be locked, but when the door opened any other thoughts melted away.
When his eyes locked on the faces before him it took a moment to register what was happening. He saw his sister Becca’s face, the left side of it. He saw his boyfriend’s face, the right side of it.
After a moment of standing there with his hand still on the golden knob, his mind finally caught up to his eyes, recognizing that Becca’s left side was only visible because Steve’s right side, and all sides where on top of her, their lips closed together.
When the Omega’s eyes traveled down their body’s, he realized that his boyfriend had his pants pulled down around his ankles, shoes discarded but dirty white socks still on.
His twin sister Becca didn’t have any clothes on, the dress she wore to the party sitting discarded on the chair in the corner, and her red heals resting half hazard on the floor near the bed the two lay on.
When Bucky’s eyes found more information (more evidence) he’d noticed that his boyfriend’s- Steve’s dick was pushing in and out of his twin sister, Rebecca.
The sounds coming from his sister were huffy and sexual.
Steve’s grunts reminded him of the noises the Alpha made after a long run.
Luckily Bucky was quite, so quite the pair hadn’t noticed the door opening.
“I’m- I’m supposed... to be meeting Bucky.” The Alpha huffed out, but he didn’t stop nor slow his thrusts.
“Fuck Bucky.” Rebecca responded with, scraping her long red finger nails across Steve rosy back.
“We’ve already been to long, I- I need to hurry... we’re gonna finall-“
Becca cut him off. “Are you really- ugh, talking about my brother while you’re... inside me?”
“Sorry-“
Bucky didn’t realize until now that tears were flooding down his cheeks, yet he still didn’t make a sound. He just watched, standing there listening to the whoosh and slap of his twin and boyfriend- Steve’s skin.
Another thrust.
A huff.
Steve’s hand grabbing the bed frame for purchase.
Rebecca’s ankles locking around Steve’s solid build.
Bucky’s tears smacking into the carpet.
Another thrust.
Another huff.
”I love you, Bucky.”
Another thrust.
”I love you too, Steve.”
Another huff.
Another tear spilled.
Bucky was certain he heard glass break, the loud crack ripping through his body, starting from his chest and vibrating out the rest of his being just like the music.
When Steve came and Rebecca moaned in climax Bucky’s heart broke, the sound louder than any one else as it throbbed in his ears.
Another tear spilled,
Followed by ten more.
Fifteen more.
Twenty more.
Steve pulled out, tossing the used condom near the garbage can.
He missed.
Bucky watched it slide down the wall it was stuck on.
Rebecca huffed as she lay back against the pillows, eyes closed and a grin on her face.
She still looked beautiful.
Bucky hates it.
Hates her.
Steve stood, pulling his pants up all the way. Back facing Bucky the Alpha checked his phone,
“Shit, I was supposed to meet Bucky ages ago.”
Thirty one minutes ago.
“Where’s my shirt?” The Alpha muttered, turning around in a hast to find his top and shoes.
When they’re eyes met Bucky finally came back to himself, his eyes and mind now running at the same pace as he realized what he’d just witnessed was real.
It was really happening.
Steve had really slept with his twin sister Rebecca.
Becca had really let her brothers boyfriend fuck her.
And Bucky’s heart had really shattered, shards now sitting in his chest and stabbing him from the inside out.
Another thirty one tears spilled.
“Buck...”
Bucky looked past the blond towards his sisters stunned face.
He focused on the way her lips parted, how she hurried to cover her body with the blood red sheet.
The contrast against her pale skin made Bucky want to puke, that was his favorite color and now it was soiled.
“Bucky, I- I-“ Steve tried to say, coming closer to the Omega.
Still shirtless and missing his shoes.
Bucky turned around, walking out of the room and down the hall.
He past Clint.
And then Natasha, who raised her brow.
And Sam, Steve’s friend Sam.
Bucky knew he wasn’t imaging Steve’s shouts of, “BUCKY! PLEASE WAIT-“ he wasn’t imagining the pounding steps of the Alpha’s feet behind him. And he wasn’t imagining the murmuring of his classmates around him.
“I’M SORRY!”
He turned the knob of the front door, the gold knob.
“I’M SO SORRY!”
He stepped into the cold air of the front steps.
“WAIT!”
He ran down the steps.
“PLEASE!”
He got in his car.
The pounding on the outside of his window soon turned to knocking.
“Please...”
The tears running down the blonds face didn’t matter.
When he started his car he drove away immediately, only checking the time when he’d stopped outside a random fast food place.
Forty eight more tears spilled onto Bucky’s blood red shirt.
”I love you, Bucky.”
”I love you, Steve.”