Oooo maybe ummm shy sirenTony gently wooing or courting oblivious demonBucky cause he's afraid Bucky will reject him out right. Bucky totally misses the point, but loving all of Tony's attention until Tony gets discouraged. Bucky sees Sam or Steve flirting with Tony get super jealous and swoops in before he looses his chance?
Buckyyanked loose his tie and popped open the top two buttons of his shirt. Hegrumbled to himself as he fished out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Heslipped one out and blew on the tip. A tiny flame burst to life on the tip thendied out. The tip burned soft orange as it crinkled black.
With the cig lit, Bucky pocketedthe pack. He pressed the cigarette to his lips and ignored the angry growl fromthe damn werewolf twelve doors down from his apartment. The asshole kepteveryone up for three nights every month, the furball could deal with a littlesmoke.
Bucky was damn exhausted. Hemissed the days when being a demon didn’t require professional attire andactual contracts that humans had their lawyers look over. It was such a pain inthe ass.
Bucky puffed out a cloud of smokeas he reached his apartment. He dipped his fingers into his back pocket andpaused. He cocked his head over his shoulder.
Soft, melodic singing slippedthrough the door of his neighbor’s apartment across the hall.
Bucky’s shoulders sagged at thesound. A wave of relaxation washed over him and Bucky felt himself drawn to theapartment.
Tony’s presence alone could calmBucky--when he wasn’t panicking about how to ask Tony out that is. When Tonysang though, it was the best damn thing. It was like being transported to abeach with crystal waters, just the right amount of sun, and an alcoholicbeverage in his hand.
Debating whether he should givein to temptation or not, Bucky finally surrendered to his desire to see hisfavorite neighbor and siren. Bucky knocked softly on the door and the beautifulvoice fell silent. Bucky’s chest ached at the lack of singing, but theknowledge that Tony would soon answer the door was enough to tide him over.
The door opened and large, doebrown eyes blinked at Bucky.
Bucky’s lips curled upward as hetook in the sight of one of the loveliest sirens Bucky had ever seen. Soft,gold feathers crowned Tony’s head like laurels. Longer feathers of an equallybrilliant shade flared out from his neck right below the base of his skull. Theaforementioned feathers almost went unnoticed from the front because of the redand orange scales that speckled Tony’s shoulders. The dust trail of scales wentall the way down to his elbows then covered the rest of the arms all the waydown to the back of the hand, giving the illusion of bracers.
His arms matched his legs, whichhe currently showed off in his black boxers. The scales on his legs were damp,suggesting that he’d been taking a footbath before Bucky had knocked.
Two stunning, wings fanned outfrom Tony’s back. They stretched just a few inches past his arm span, makingthem only for show and not for flight.
Tony lit up at the sight of Buckyand opened the door wider. “You look like you’re about to murder someone.”
Bucky grunted. “I feel like I alreadyhave, and I spent way too much time trying to bury the bodies instead ofincinerating them.” Bucky ran his hand through his hair and blew out anotherpuff of smoke. “May I come in?”
“Like I’d say no to you.” Tonystepped aside, letting Bucky enter.
Bucky grunted his thanks andheaded straight for Tony’s couch. He didn’t know what the damn thing was madeof, but he suspected angel feathers--less holy though.
Bucky groaned as he sank into thecushions. “I love your couch. I’ll marry you for your couch.”
Pink crept along Tony’s cheeks.He plopped himself on the arm of the couch and reached down to brush the bangsout of Bucky’s face. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I’msurprised you haven't been forced to trim your hair.”
Bucky scowled. “They damn wellwould have to force me. I’m so sick of all of these coexistence laws. Most ofthem are good, but some of them are just too damn rigid and ridiculous. Why thefuck do demons have to form a company and gather souls like we’re selling thenewest smartphone but in exchange for human souls instead of money? Why can’twe be freelance?”
“At least you aren’t banned fromships and karaoke bars. Plus, you can be a pop star if you want.”
Bucky snorted and leaned intoTony’s hand; Tony’s touch was much cooler than a human’s and was exactly whatBucky needed. “Do you want to be a pop star?”
Tony sighed. “I just want theoption to be one.”
Bucky nodded sympathetically. Hereached up and squeezed Tony’s hand.
Tony smiled shyly down at Bucky.
Bucky sighed. He rolled over sohe could put his cigarette out in the ashtray Tony kept on his coffee table forhim then rolled onto his side so his face was turned toward the couch. “Mindsinging me a lullaby? I’m so tired but so fucking tense right now, I could usea little bit of that sweet siren voice.”
“Yeah. Sure.” Tony’s tone wasflat.
Bucky frowned and lifted his headup to look at Tony, but when he did Tony was smiling at him still.
Bucky shrugged off the flat toneand laid his head down.
A few seconds later, Tony sanghim a wordless melody. It was a soulful and loving croon that beckoned Bucky tosleep, and he did.
His sleep was glorious and deep.He didn’t want to wake from it, but the noise of two annoying voices soundinglike the were trying to flirt while Tony dragged him out of his slumber.
“Shh.” Tony chortled. “You twoare going to wake Bucky.”
“Aw, who cares about that lazyass?” Sam Wilson said. A true asshole. Also, an incubus. An incubus who lovedto flirt with Tony even though he knew Bucky had been trying to court Tony formonths now.
Bucky could admit he wasn’t thebest at courting, but he was trying, damn it! He used to be good, but he’d hita slump recently. Besides, Tony deserved more than some old pick up lines. Heneeded to be properly wooed and shown that Bucky wanted to date him and wasn’tjust in love with Tony because of his voice.
Asking Tony to sing him to sleephad probably not helped matters.
Bucky bit down a curse and pushedhimself up just in time to hear: “Tony, your feathers are a little ruffled.Would you like me to groom them for you?”
The question had been asked bysweet, baby-faced Steve, aka, the friggin’ Ganconer!
Bucky loved Steve like a brother,but that asshole was almost just as bad was Sam when it came to flirting withTony. Hell, in some ways he was worse. Steve could grow flowers in his hands.He’d literally once produced a bouquet of roses for Tony when Tony had beenfeeling sad a month ago.
How could Bucky compete withthat?
By shoving his foot in his mouthapparently. “I’m going to groom Tony.”
Tony startled and whirled towardBucky. He’d been standing in the kitchen with Steve and Sam (both of whom werelooking quite pleased with themselves). His face turned as red as his scalesand his mouth had opened to form a small “O”.
Bucky stood up in an attempt tofeign confidence. He may have just royally fucked up his chances with Tony forso many reasons, but he wasn’t going to let it show. “Feather grooming is onlydone between family, lovers, and the closest of friends. I’m closest to him, soI’ll help him.”
“Closest doesn’t refer to livingdistance.” Sam looped his arms around Tony’s and smirked at Bucky. “Justbecause you live the closest to him doesn’t make him all yours.”
Steve grinned and wrapped his armaround Tony’s shoulders. He winked down at Tony. “Yeah, I think Tony and I arereally close.” He gently placed his knuckle under Tony’s chin and encouragedTony to tilt his head up so they were gazing into each other’s eyes. “Don’t youthink so, Tony?”
Tony laughed nervously andstepped away from Steve and Sam. “No need to be possessive. There’s enough ofme to go around.”
Sam hummed. “Steve and I agree,which is why we wanted to ask you if-”
“I love you,” Bucky blurted out.He wanted to slap himself immediately afterwards. Couldn’t he have found someway to make his confession romantic, instead of being fueled by jealousy? Hereally was out of practise. There had to be something he could say or do afterblundering his confession like that.
“I would happily share my soulcollection with you,” Bucky mumbled and secretly wished he could dig a hole tothe underworld and hide there for centuries..
“But I don’t want any souls,”Tony stated, his voice soft and flat. He was still in shock.
“I’d do other things,” Buckyoffered lamely.
Steve and Sam snickered.
Bucky flipped them the bird. “Oh,fuck off. You two know I’ve been crazy about Tony for months now, and then yougo around flirting with him and asking him out. All I wanted to do was not fuckthis up, and you jackasses couldn’t leave well enough alone and-”
Bucky was cut off by Tonymarching up to him and cupping his face.
Tony’s smile was like the sun,and Bucky was so dazzled by it he almost missed the chaste and light kiss Tonypressed to his lips.
“I love you too,” Tony said, andBucky’s heart just about melted right then and there.
“Yeah?” he asked.
Tony nodded.
Sam huffed and slung an arm overSteve’s shoulders. “Well, guess the two of us aren’t wanted here. You want tograb a few drinks at the bar on the corner, Steve?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Stevesmirked at Bucky and Tony as he and Sam headed for the door. “Don’t forget touse protection and lot’s of lube.”
“I swear you two-” Bucky shoutedafter them, but just like before, Tony held his head gently and kissed him.
Tony chuckled as he broke thekiss. “Promise you’re not going to ruin the moment any more by shouting?”
Happiness pooled in Bucky’sstomach as he was reminded that he had someone more precious and special totalk to than his two idiot rivals in love.
“Keep kissing me, and we’ll see.”Bucky wrapped his arms around Tony and drew him in for another kiss.