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Brave New World: Part 8

A/N: Smut in the beginning

Steam rose on the crisp glass, marred by a hand slapping against the surface for stability. A firm chest was against his back and lips caressing his neck as he felt the weight of his mate and lover behind him.

He was full.

He was stretched out by the thick throbbing cock that was sheathed within his ass while his hands cupped his balls and stroked his cock. His moans were radiating, echoing off the walls as he was fucked within an inch of sanity, all while his lover had whispered filthy things into his ear. It was the sound of his lover and mates’ voice paired with the steady thrust of his cock, the weight under his balls that had heightened the pleasure.

“You’re taking me so well aren’t you? Stretched full of me.” The groan that started building in his throat, the heady and raspy tune of pleasure had been ripped from his lips when he felt the first twitch that signalled the end. “I’m going to fill you to the brim, you’re going to be so full of me.”

All he could do was let his lover’s name fall from his lips and allow himself to be used, to be fucked to the brim of insanity while revelling in the trip that would take them where they needed to go.

It was the tension, it was the expectation that they would approach Nepal and be able to touch down in less than an hour and be reunited with their omega that had created this ultimate and untimely need to feel each other. Their expectations had acted as the final sparks that lit the fuse of their desire, making the two super soldiers have to steal moments with each other.

It was inevitable and it was rushed, the process of removing the barriers between them while the rest had remained. They only needed access to each other’s asses and cocks, just enough to feel and fuck each other.

“Shit,” Bucky cursed into Steve’s ear, his teeth grazing the shell of his ear as he pushed the head of his cock further into his mate’s ass, pleasure shooting through him, “you feel that, Stevie? Ya feel my cum filling you?”

“Bucky,” Steve exhaled shakily, one hand still pressed against the glass while the other was helping guide Bucky’s hand to stroke him to completion, “feels so damn good.”

“Less than ten minutes.” Bucky had huffed against the back of Steve’s neck as he slowly pulled his cock out of Steve’s ass, admiring the last few drips of his creamy white spend that dropped onto the textured metal floor. “You’re dripping.”

“I feel full,” Steve’s voice was still shaking, his lip trembling as he stood to its full height before he reached for the rag that was thrown on the edge of a shelf grabbed hold of the soft material, and used the cloth to clean himself up.

When he was done using it, Steve had thrown the cloth in the contained incinerator bin before he tucked himself back into his tactical suit.

After they had both righted themselves Bucky had reached out to brush his fingers down Steve’s jawline, brushing his fingertips over his thick and well-trimmed beard that had been riddled with the same amount of grey that his beard had.

He was caressing his lover and mate, embracing him in a soft and gentle touch while the two of them stared each other down. They searched each other’s eyes in comfortable, loving silence. They didn’t need to speak, they didn’t need to break the quiet peacefulness that radiated between the two of them.

They knew what the other needed, they knew what the other had expected from each other. It was an endless back and forth, a silent communication that was founded on the bond that had been there since childhood.

Through glances and soft exchanges, subtle touches and the exhilarating bond between mates, they had spoken without verbalization.

It was a perfect and quantifiable measure of how in tune they were with each other.

“We’re taking our omega home, Bucky.” Steve rest his hand against Bucky’s cheek, much like Bucky had done to him, and brushed his thumb back and forth against his warm flesh. “We’re gonna keep her safe.”

“Make the life we deserve.” Bucky agreed, turning his head into Steve’s hand, grazing his lips against the cusp of Steve’s hand. “You and me, and our omega.”

“Til’ the end of the line.”

The deep rich stained wood was smooth beneath your hands, smooth along your palm as you run your hand against the railing of the staircase.

The winding steps had taken you from the room you were given by Strange to the lower level of the temple, almost directly to the tree that was at the centre of the welcoming room, the bark twisted and knotted together as the trunk wound its way up to the open ceiling that had let in the bursts of natural light and warmth of the breathtaking city.

Since you had been brought here by Strange, removed from the clutches of Tony Stark and the agents of SHIELD who saw you as a threat, you had been visiting the open-air gardens surrounding the temple. You had placated yourself around the beauty and peacefulness of your surroundings, allowing yourself to feel the safest you had ever felt.

There was a stalwart directive brought forth by both Dr. Strange and Wong that had been delivered with the utmost intense force, the devote vow that you were safe within the walls of the temple. You would safe with the men and women, the alphas and betas who were residing here, without fear of having to look over your shoulder.

“He needs to undo what his other self had done. Even between realities, he feels the guilt.” Wong had related what you knew was innate truth, the attempt to right wrongs between and out of realities was the least that Strange could do.

“Strange heard from Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes,” Wong had met you on the winding staircase, he had met you before you could even get halfway down, delivering the message you had been longing for, “they’ve touched down on the edge of the city.”

You thanked Wong with a softened thank you, waiting for the gracious host to pass you on the staircase before you went the other way. Your feet carried you down the staircase to the lower level, taking the same path you had nearly every day until you arrived before the thick and sturdy tree.

You rest your hand upon the tree trunk, feeling the rough bark beneath your palm while your fingers had curled slightly against the wood. You had to wait a moment, focusing on inhaling and exhaling slowly to revel in the safety and security the temple had provided before you dropped your hand back to your side. You walked slowly, moving through the massive space to reach one of the doors that would lead you to the back garden.

You had stepped upon the stone path that had wound its way through a picturesque and surreal outdoor space, the continued air of peace radiating from one end of the garden to the next. You had followed the same path, you continued the same trek you had taken every time you wanted to feel the sun’s inhibited warmth against your flesh, only stopping when you had come upon a detailed carved stone bench.

You sat upon the sturdy seat, leaning back to rest flush against the stone. You wrapped your arms around your waist and slowly closed your eyes, your mind returning to the thought of the super soldier alphas who had provided such comfort and security, in the few short days you had been with them.

Despite the integral and instinctual urge to remain in a cycle of self-defence, the urge that was hitting you deep within your core to dig deep into the flight response, you knew you were safe with them. You knew well enough that of most of the alphas you had met, Steve and Bucky were most capable of keeping you protected.

They were the ones Dr. Strange in your previous reality had spoken about, they were the alphas who would embrace you and provide a surreal amount of happiness that you had long gone without.

Even if happiness had seemed out of your reach because you had never truly known happiness before, it was on the cusp of being your future. Happiness, safety and security, the ability to have alphas who had cared for you in ways you had never once seen, was a promise they were going to fulfill.

It was frightening, it was beyond anything you had ever anticipated or thought was possible.

You were raised and lived in a reality where omegas were used as tools, they were treated as if they were no better than a piece of equipment or an empty shell. Omegas you knew, had been used for breeding and pleasure.

You had never known an alpha who had truly wanted the happiness of women like you, although it was thought of that promise, that vow, that you were clinging to.

You were the only known omega in this reality, a fact that had fuelled suspicions and speculations for so many. Your appearance in this reality had struck so many that you had come across with uncertainty and a distinct lack of understanding.

No omegas had been in this reality since the 1960s’ and now, here you were.

Your appearance in this lacking reality raised questions and suspicions, yet the truth was deridingly simple.

You were on the run and all you wanted was a safe place to call home.

“Steve, Bucky.” You hummed under your breath, calling their names softly when you had been made aware of their scents n the outdoor space. You could recall the subtle differences between the two men’s natural scents, and the way they were so interwoven with each other from the long-winded mateship that bound them together.

They were so in tune, so close to one another that it was almost overwhelming. You didn’t yet know the definitive point where Steve’s scent began and Bucky’s ended.

You sensed the two of them approaching, as well as their natural pheromones, interlocked and coating the other.

The idea that they had been interlocked in such a primal and natural way before arriving here, made your heart thrash. You had whimpered softly as a response to the flood of heat that slammed into your belly, a direct result of the state they had been in less than an hour ago.

You could smell the lingering notes of sex clinging to both of them, it was subtle and starting to dissipate with only the last few tendrils clinging to themselves.

Your thighs quaked, the images that flooded your mind of the two men, cathartically entwined and joined together while they were coming to get you…

“Y/N,” Steve and Bucky entered the space you had taken for the last while, their smiles soft yet bright, “how have you been?”

“You had sex.” You squeaked, your voice pinched and your eyes grew wider with every passing second.

The statement, bold and true had made the two super soldiers falter. Both seemed to freeze at the moment as they processed what you had said.

It was Steve who had begun to form a blush across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, the colour a pretty contrast to his flesh and the thick, well-trimmed beard. His blue-green eyes were brimming with an even balance of amusement and bashfulness, embarrassed but not that he had sex with Bucky but that you had known.

“We did…” Steve spoke slowly and cleared his throat, glancing at Bucky almost as if begging his mate to say something. “We were…”

“Horny.” Bucky had nudged Steve with his elbow, teasing his mate and alpha with a dainty wink while he slowly sat down beside you on the bench.

“Horny…” You repeat the word like a softly spoken mantra as if you were trying to figure out the exact definition behind the word.

For someone like you whose life and even the very information you could learn in school was controlled, you weren’t aware of the kind of jargon they were. The words they used to describe their lives and their sexual relationships were new to you.

“When you want to have sex-“

“I’ve never.” You spoke over Steve, admitting your innocence to them in an act that had seemingly sucked the air out of their lungs. “I’ve never had sex.”

“You’ve never-“ the two men looked at each other, exchanging looks and silent communications.

“I am a virgin.” You stated plainly, warmth bubbling in your belly again. “Sex and love…it was all controlled. It was all…a state decision, I guess. I don’t know, I’ve….you have sex for fun?”

Steve exhaled slowly as if he was trying to regain control of his emotional state. He looked troubled by what you had said, almost aggravated on your behalf although there was something unhindered behind the emotions conveyed in his eyes.

Bucky, on the other hand, had reached for your hand and grasped it softly. His thumb had brushed against your knuckles, feeling the warmth of yours beneath his while, he studied you. He was attentive as he looked you over, he was carefully watching you commit every line and shadow, every contour of your entire being to memory.

“We have sex because we love each other, sex isn’t just to have kids. Sex is meant to be fun, it’s meant to be pleasurable, haven’t you…learned this?” It wasn’t meant to be condescending, it was a genuine question. “Even as controlled as you were-”

“Sex is only meant for breeding, heats are only meant to be advantageous for alphas. We were told that everything we have and are…everything is for the benefit of alphas.” You had swallowed thickly, the powerful yet tainted lessons you had been taught were still seeded in your mind.

Since the moment you were taken away from your parents you don’t even remember, you were sent along with dozens of other omegas, to a boarding school. The school was operated and run by designations that wanted to control and use omegas to help establish a population surge because it was floundering.

You were taken from a young age and placed into a mandated school that taught you only the necessities of what you should know while also relaying the message that you as an omega, were only good for a few primordial things.

“That’s not true, it’s the farthest thing from the truth.” Bucky had mumbled, drawing his thumb over your knuckles and back again. “You are worth so much more than they made you believe.”

“I don’t want to go back.” Your voice shook as you looked between Steve and Bucky, conveying your desire and your fright of returning to the place that had riddled you with such powerful and visceral anxiety, the most you had felt since you left your previous reality.

“You don’t have to,” Steve had approached and crouched in front of you, his hands gently resting on his knees, “you don’t have to. Natasha, you remember-“

“Yes.” You cut him off, answering starkly. “Yes, I remember.”

“She found a place for us, the three of us.” Steve continued with a soft smile, his scent radiating and pulsing. “A place where it can be the three of us in peace.”

“A home,” Bucky added to the sentiment, slowly encroaching on you. “A place with lots of space.”

“Without Stark.”

“I don’t have to go back?” You felt the first clawing rise of panic deep within you, the very idea of having to return to a place of such indignation was startling. “I don’t have to go back to…Stark?”

“We can go home, to our home.”

“I’ve never-“ You stop yourself and swallow your words, you can’t admit it. You can’t give life to the words that feel so betrayed.

“You can. You can have one now, with Steve and me.” Bucky lightly cupped your cheek, drawing your attention to himself. “A safe place.”

“We want to take you home.” Steve held his hand out for you to take, his large warm hand that was an invitation to something you had only dreamed of.

Slowly but surely you lift your hand and placed it into his, allowing yourself to be pulled from the stone bench and into a warm, loving embrace.

“We’re going to take care of you.”

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