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Bucky moans as Peggy’s lips brush over his and her fingers trail down his bare back. Sighing into his mouth, she tangles her tongue with his as he winds his metal hand into her hair. Tugging it gently, he smirks at her low chuckle. She’s got a bit of a pain kink. When he’d found that out, it made him like her even more.
It hadn’t always been that way, of course. Before—back when Steve was still around—Bucky and Peggy were rivals, sworn enemies who competed for Steve’s attention. Torn between his desire to keep Steve happy and protect his heart, he had tolerated Peggy as well as could be expected but had nursed a grudge deep in his heart.
After Steve disappeared on a mission to Antarctica, the Avengers and everyone in the superhero community spent two years and exhausted all efforts to find him. With no closure, Bucky’s deep hurt and frustration drove him to the brink of his own destruction. Director Fury had finally had no choice but to step in and protect him from himself. Fury’s decision of partnering him with Peggy should have ended in murder, or at the very least tears. Instead, it wasn’t long before Captain Carter and the Winter soldier became an unstoppable team. It took even less time for them to fall in love.
It’s been months since they first fell in love, but somehow, they’ve grown closer, settled into a rhythm, and now they spend the better part of every day and night together. When they aren’t working, eating, or planning, they’re in bed. Fucking Peggy Carter has become Bucky’s favorite nonwork related activities. He adores that she’s not quiet about voicing her pleasure during the act either. In fact, sometimes she’s so enthusiastic that he’s had to fight her off when he’s completely exhausted. That’s how he finds himself with his face between her legs more often than not, eating her pussy until she’s spent and sated. When he slides down her body, she sighs happily as he settles in to feast on her slick folds.
“Yes, darling,” she groans as he buries his tongue inside her. “Oh, yes. So good.”
He doesn’t answer, his lips and tongue too busy with a much more enjoyable activity than forming words. It’s ridiculously fun to get her to whine and squeal as he holds her hips down against the mattress and makes her beg. She does it so very well.
Nuzzling into her, he alternates between fucking her with his tongue and sucking on her clit. When he wants to be a total shit, he torments her by adding a metal finger or two and curling them inside her. After what seems like hours, she arches her back off the bed and clamps her legs around his head. Pulsing on his tongue, she coats his mouth and chin with her arousal before collapsing onto the bed.
He loves it when she’s limp and pliant like this, all the fight gone from her and her natural affection on full display. Kissing the slick skin of her inner thighs, he smiles at her contented sigh and murmuring of his name. In this moment, he’s perfectly happy. He can hardly imagine something that could bring him more joy.
“Love you, Pegs,” he sighs against the warm skin of her hip. “Thank you for everything.”
Lifting her head and smiling down at him, she jokes, “That sounds like a goodbye, Soldier. No reason for that. I have no intention of letting you out of my sight.”
Dragging his hand through the mess between her legs, he scoots up the bed to smear her release over her mouth for a sloppy, irreverent kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss, sucking on her tongue, then nibbling her lower lip. “I’m not going anywhere,” he vows. “Definitely not a goodbye.”
He’s just about to lose himself in her again when a frantic knock sounds at their apartment door. Startled, they look at each other, exchanging information with only a shared glance.
“Were you expecting someone?” Peggy asks as Bucky unwinds himself from her. “It’s awfully late for visitors, darling.”
Pausing for a moment, he takes in her beautiful face and dark brown eyes. Cupping her cheek in his palm, he brushes his thumb over her cheekbone and leans down to press a tender kiss to her lips. He’s so lucky to have her, someone to love and laugh with after all the terrible things he did as the Winter Soldier. The fact that he gets to work with a woman he loves so much, who shares a history with the only other person he’s ever loved, is pretty amazing. He doesn’t deserve such understanding and affection, but he’s going to enjoy every speck of it.
“No idea who it is,” he admits as he swipes his hand over his face. “Should I not…? I’ll just ignore it.”
“Nonsense, James,” she says with a flirtatious wink. She never calls him that, although he likes the sound of it. “Send them away, and then come back here. I think maybe we have a few things to explore. Some options for satisfying your, uh…hunger. You just had quite a feast.”
Their conversation is pointedly lighthearted, just in case whoever’s on the other side of the door can hear, but he’s moving stealthily, tugging on a pair of sweatpants that hang low on his hips. He tucks a pistol in his waistband and a knife into the palm of his hand and sneaks across the living room. When he peers through the peephole, his heart stutters in his chest.
“Pegs! Get in here!” he hisses, fervently trying to keep his voice low enough that their visitor won’t hear. She hurries into the living room, a tattered robe thrown on over a hastily donned thigh length nightgown. It’s clear as day from the looks of her that she’s just been recently fucked.
“What is it?” she asks, her shield held firmly in her grasp. “Who is it?”
Without a word, he swings the door open. Standing on the other side is a tall, muscular figure with dirty blonde hair, a scraggly beard that’s so long it covers half his neck, and unmistakable cerulean blue eyes.
“Steve?”
Swaying on his feet, the figure in the doorway collapses. Rushing forward, Bucky catches him, and a shot of electricity floods him. It shouldn’t be possible, but somehow Steve’s come back to them. At least, it seems to be Steve. Before now, Bucky would have sworn he would always know Steve, but at this moment he can’t actually be sure. The only additional clue is a photograph of Peggy from their time in Europe that’s clutched in his hand.
Maybe the issue is that Bucky didn’t expect to ever see Steve again. Like Peggy, he’d assumed Steve was dead—because how could Steve leave him if he had breath in his body? Just looking at Steve makes him feel like he’s falling again, plunging through the air and desperately trying to find purchase on something stable. Peggy looks as gobsmacked as he feels, feet rooted in place. While Steve looks real, he feels fake, as if some deranged god has conjured him not quite right. But despite his unkempt appearance, he looks good, so good in fact Bucky is almost compelled to hug the shit out of him. Peggy beats him to it. Rushing to him, she tosses her arms around Steve’s neck and presses her mouth to his.
Bucky’s not prepared for the rush of jealousy that floods him. Worse, he’s not sure exactly who he’s jealous of or why. Peggy kissing Steve is nothing new, but Bucky was never in love with Peggy before Steve’s disappearance. When they break apart, the joy on Steve and Peggy’s faces feels like a double-edged sword. For the first time, he understands how a person can feel both overwhelming joy and unbearable pain at the same time.
“Buck?” Steve asks hopefully, his blue eyes glowing as he gazes at Bucky over the top of Peggy’s head.
“Where have you been?” he demands, his voice harsh instead of loving.
“I came as soon as—”
“Where have you been?!” he shouts as anger builds in him. “Waltzing in here after all this time. We were happy without you.”
“James Buchanan Barnes!” Peggy snaps. “That is uncalled for. You know very well that’s not true. Steve, darling, we’ve both missed you tremendously. Are you okay? What have they done to you? We should get you to SHIELD immediately.”
“Bucky,” Steve tries again and this time he lets go of Peggy and stumbles forward almost as if he can’t stand upright without help.
A sob catches in Bucky’s throat. He can’t deny his love for Steve for another second. Surging forward, he catches Steve and holds him close. When he musters the strength to raise his head, Steve’s lips brush over his. Slanting his head, Bucky inhales and pulls back abruptly. The look on Steve’s face is enough to confirm that he tastes Peggy on Bucky’s lips.
Pulling free, Steve whips his head back and forth. “Pegs? Is—what’s going on?”
“Oh, darling. You’ve been gone so very long,” she explains with a strained laugh. “What did you expect? That we’d go on hating each other forever?”
“So, you two... You’re together?”
Maybe it shouldn’t piss him off quite as much as it does, but there’s something about the incredulity of Steve’s tone that digs up all the hurt and frustration Bucky harbored before Steve disappeared. He mourned for Steve, refused to believe he was gone for months before finally letting go of his tiny glimmer of hope. Peggy did much the same, and even though she was more practical about her faith in Steve's return, she was still just as devastated when they all finally decided to stop looking. So, Steve's disbelief that they could ever be a couple is infuriating.
“I loved you,” Bucky insists. “More than my own life. I loved you, and you left me. You left me in that ravine, and then you left me here in the twenty-first century. Why would I keep waiting for you?”
“I didn’t leave you, Buck. I was captured, held captive by the same people who tortured you.”
He doesn’t have a comeback for that, and he doesn’t want to, anyway. Steve is here—alive and whole. Of course, Bucky still loves him. He always will.
“Oh, Christ, Steve,” he chokes out in a strangled groan. “I missed you.”
And then they’re together, all three of them in a tight embrace. Tears mix with disbelieving laughter. Kisses pass among them freely, with Bucky’s mouth captured by Steve’s and followed closely by Peggy’s. He gropes at Steve’s chest, desperate to touch his first and longest love. Heat erupts between them, enough that Bucky stumbles down the hallway to the bed. They fall together, limbs intertwined and articles of clothing thrown haphazardly on the floor. Wherever Steve’s been, it’s clear he’s been starved for attention. Access to both Peggy and Bucky is likely overwhelming, which explains his frantic, grasping hands and breathy pleas for more.
“We should stop,” Peggy urges, but Steve waves her off.
“Don’t stop. I can report to SHIELD later. Get a full health checkup. Right now, I need what only you two can give me.”
Although Bucky never would have guessed it before Steve’s return, Peggy is the most practical of the three of them. She doesn’t seem to be bothered by the logistics or specifics. Instead, she gives herself freely, lavishing her affection on Steve before turning to Bucky and bringing him in too. He can still smell her on him, and it mixes with the earthy, clean scent wafting from Steve’s pale skin. Whatever he’s been through, he’s clean and relatively groomed, even if he’s thinner than normal and his eyes have a haunted look that’s not like Steve’s usual fiery determination.
“Buck, I need—” Sucking in a breath, Steve moans softly when Peggy drops her hand between his legs and caresses him there. “Christ, Pegs. That feels so good. Fill me up, and then let me get inside you. I want to remember what it feels like to be safe.”
“To be loved, darling,” Peggy argues between playful nips along Steve’s jawline. “You’re safe, and you’re so very loved. Both of us have been going crazy without you.”
Steve inhales shakily. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for you,” he begins, but Peggy stops him.
“Darling, hush. We don’t blame you. Bucky’s just in shock. He’s going to tear the world apart to find the parties responsible now that you’ve returned. Isn’t that right?”
Peggy gives him a look that indicates he should curb his emotions. He’s not the one who’s been recently traumatized, and he also knows how terrible it is to be held against his will, how dehumanizing it is to be forced to carry out brutal, vicious acts even though he wanted to resist.
“I’ll track them down and kill them,” he says with complete sincerity, “but not now. This time is for you. For all of us.”
Tugging Steve onto his lap, Bucky kisses him fiercely. Peggy is behind Steve, her mouth and body pressed to Steve’s curved back. Her skin shines in the light, and he licks his lips at the sight. When Steve’s bare skin brushes over Bucky’s thighs, he sucks in a breath. The shock of Steve’s return has passed. In its wake is an aching hunger that’s manifested in Bucky’s fiery libido.
“Bucky,” Steve moans softly as he begins an assault on Steve’s neck.
Having his mouth back on Steve feels otherworldly, like it’s a fantasy, but it’s deliciously real. Tearing his lips from Steve’s pulse point, Bucky cups his jaw and presses their foreheads together. “What do you want? Tell me what I can give you. Let me make you happy.”
Peggy wrapped around Steve's back has one hand on his hip and the other with fingertips teasing Steve's shaft with no real pressure to ease his ache. A whine catches in Steve’s throat that sounds like the most torturous type of desperate yearning, one Bucky longs to assuage.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Stevie?” he murmurs in Steve’s ear. “Do you want to ride me until you’re so far gone that you come on my cock untouched? You used to like that so much. I’m wondering if you can still do that, still take me so deep that you feel like I’m part of you. You told me that once. Do you remember? And I told you I loved you. Do you remember that?”
“I do,” Steve pants, his eyes closed and face slack. “I remember. They tried to wipe out memories of you, but I couldn’t let them. Couldn’t forget you no matter how hard they tried to make it happen. I beat their brainwashing because of you. Because you showed me how. You saved me, Buck.”
“That’s right, darling,” Peggy agrees in her husky drawl. “We’re in this together. We won’t let you go, no matter what happens. Move your leg, darling. That’s right. Straddle Bucky’s lap. We’ll take care of you.”
“They—”
“Hush, Stevie,” Bucky orders gently. “I know. Better than anyone else.”
Wrapping his arm around Steve’s torso, Bucky tugs him into a more comfortable position and then lets his hand drop between Steve’s legs. Peggy’s hand is already there, caressing and rubbing Steve’s flaccid cock while Bucky dips lower in search of furled muscle that Steve seems eager to fill.
Bucky remembers what Hydra does and can understand Steve wanting to rid himself of those memories and replace them with something good and loving and special. Loving Steve as much as he does makes him want to burn the world to the ground, but not until he makes sure Steve is on the path to healing and Peggy is reassured that they’ll all be okay.
Grabbing lube from the side table, Bucky slathers it over Steve, rubbing it over his skin eagerly. When Bucky brushes over ragged, inflamed skin, Steve whimpers. Hushing him, Bucky massages in slow, gentle circles as Peggy kisses Steve tenderly on the lips. Whispered reassurances fill the air until Steve’s relaxed enough for Bucky to breach him. Back arched and head thrown back, Steve begs for comfort so desperately that tears form in Bucky’s eyes.
“Steady him,” Bucky pleads thickly as he meets Peggy’s worried, soulful eyes. “I need help, Pegs.”
“I’ve got you, darling,” she replies. “I’ve got you both.”
Carefully, Bucky lines himself up and gently nudges into Steve’s trembling body. A long, low groan tears from Steve’s throat as he sinks onto Bucky’s length. He shivers when Bucky rolls his hips and reaches for Peggy who holds his face steady in her palms.
“Welcome home, Soldier,” she whispers as a tear slips down her cheek. “Oh, Steve. Bucky and I love you so much.”
Reclining as far back as he can, Bucky grips Steve’s hips and thrusts upward. Eyelids fluttering, he drives into Steve steadily in a rapid, unhurried rhythm that punches a grunt from Steve with every slap of skin. Peggy hovers over him, her naked body reflecting the soft glow of the lights. She places Steve’s hands on her breasts and the curve of her waist, guiding him since he seems so unsure. Poking his head around Steve’s bulk, Bucky can’t help remembering the tangy taste of her on his tongue just before the doorbell rang.
“It’s too much,” Steve whines. “I’m too exposed. I can’t—”
“You’re okay,” she assures him. “You’re okay. Just let me…”
Turning her back to them, Peggy shimmies backward and rubs her generous backside over the tops of Steve’s thighs. For some reason, this doesn’t surprise Bucky, not with the number of times she’s asked to be fucked from behind. Doggy style seems to be her favorite, but she’s also partial to reverse cowgirl if they’re prone and standing wheelbarrow if she wants Bucky towering over her. The fact that she’s backing up to Steve now isn’t surprising, and it seems that Steve’s not only comfortable with it but happy to have her sink onto him this way.
“Yes!” she cries as she inches down. “Yes, darlings. Bucky, touch me.”
A shot of lust streaks through him, and he grabs Steve’s hand. Intertwining their fingers, he guides them between Peggy’s legs and fumbles until his fingertip glances over her clit. Bucking as hard as he can, he drives into Steve, forcing him deeper into Peggy as they press on the nub. High pitched wails fill the air and are nearly drowned out by Steve’s loudly whined thanks for making him feel safe.
Forcing himself to concentrate, Bucky closes his eyes and inhales deeply before forcing them open again. Only an hour ago, he was in bed with Peggy, his face buried in her pussy and lapping at her sweet juices. He was happy, but the chronic gnawing ache of Steve’s absence clawed at his gut. With Steve’s sudden reappearance and willing acceptance of their changed relationships, Bucky’s got his best friend and lover back, and his girlfriend and partner seems thrilled Steve’s back with him, even if the circumstances of his absence are terrible. It’s a bittersweet victory that they’re together.
Everything’s changed, Bucky knows. Although he’s sure things will change between them, Bucky’s sure that they can overcome any problems together. Once Steve has fully healed, they can expand their romantic relationship as well as their professional one.
Now, though, he needs his head in the game and to concentrate on loving Steve now that he’s returned. The slap of skin, the smell of arousal from between slick thighs, Peggy’s coarse hair under his fingers, and the grip of Steve’s walls around his swollen dick are all too much. Unable to stay quiet, he releases a string of profanity as he swells and pulses. He tries to hold off, frantic to bring Steve to climax before he falls over the edge, but he’ll recover soon enough thanks to the super soldier serum. Peggy’s hips swivel, pulling loud groans from Steve’s throat, and Bucky hammers into him at an alternating rhythm.
Steve shouts as his body seizes, and Bucky groans as he’s squeezed during Steve’s climax. It feels impossibly good, so different from the gentle contraction of Peggy’s pussy when he’s inside her. Peggy rides Steve’s cock perfectly, angling her hips and swiveling as Steve empties into her. His fingers, still intertwined with Steve’s, are slick with Peggy’s release and become even wetter as she slams down into Steve’s lap.
Despite barely holding back tears, Bucky revels in the pleasured grunts from the two people he loves most in the world. After years and years of nursing a grudge with Peggy for Steve’s affection, he realizes now that it was all unnecessary. The three of them together are pure magic.
“Bucky, darling, let go,” Peggy urges. “You don’t have to deny yourself. It’s not your fault.”
Tears stream unbidden down his cheeks at her words. It shouldn’t surprise him that she understands his hurt, guilt, and pain. She knows the guilt that’s eating him alive, and she can get through to him when nothing and no one else can.
Panting heavily, Steve turns his head for a kiss. When their lips part, he whispers, “Fill me up again, Buck. I need you.”
Burying his face in Steve’s tangled hair, he sobs as he finally gives into his physical needs. It pours from him, the anger, the fear, the despair. It’s all there as he empties himself into Steve and bares his soul to Peggy. Even when he’s limp and sated, he can’t seem to let go. Wrapped around Steve, Bucky continues to sob into his back as Peggy strokes his hair.
“He’s home, darling. Steve’s back, and this time we don’t have any reason to fight over him. If he agrees—and I’m sure he will—we’re bloody well in this together.”
After what feels like hours, Bucky finally loosens his grip and allows Steve to turn in his lap. He drips onto Bucky’s thighs as he moves. Chapped lips meet his over and over as Peggy murmurs her approval and strokes Steve’s hair. Reacquainting himself with Steve’s mouth, Bucky feels his insides stitch back together.
“You’re back,” he finally manages in a hoarse, whimpered catharsis. “Peggy, he’s back. Steve’s home, and I’m not letting either of you go.”
Strong arms tighten around him, and soft breasts press against his shoulder. For the rest of the night, they hold each other close, reveling in the miracle of Steve’s safe return.
They can deal with the logistics tomorrow. Later, they can don their superhero personas and take on the world. For now, it’s enough just to be together—not as a captain or a soldier but as Peggy, Steve, and Bucky.