Stiles let out a shaky breath as Chris held him, that had on his cheek, the hunter’s forehead pressed to his own, was enough for the moment. Finally, he nodded his head slowly and pulled back. “I’m glad I found you… promise me… promise me you won’t leave me…”
Chris tilted his head, leaning to cover Stiles' lips with his own again. "Not if I have a say in the matter. I'm right here." he swore when he pulled back. Even with the amount they had drank, Chris was still very aware the grime from their hunt on their clothes. "I'm going to shower. Do you want to join me or wait?"
James Barnes was the only son of a wealthy vampire family. The eldest, with many sisters to tend to, Bucky had long been declared a kind of outcast by the more pompous of vampire royalty. Bucky treated his human servants as people, he treated them with care and attention, choosing not to kill them in favor of letting them live a life. A couple of his sisters had affairs with some of the human servants, following their older brother in not killing but for their own reasons. Their father wasn’t very amused, but his children stayed fed, and that was what mattered. Which was why James had been carted off to the latest auction.
“You need someone to keep you company, James. The women clearly aren’t to your palate.” His father said as he’d led the younger Barnes into the room.
“You mean to say I need a sexual companion.” James huffed, taking his seat and crossing one leg over the other. “I am not like my sisters, father.”
“Sometimes I wonder if educating you was a good thing. All those silly books of yours, your love of the art, it has you loose in the mind, wanting a deep connection.”
James chose not to mention his now deceased mother, blessed be her soul. His parents had had the connection he himself sought, it wasn’t a source from literature or art, merely the desire to know love as his parents had. So instead, he sighed and nodded. “You could not have an uneducated son, father. You’ve already said none of my sisters will take over the title of Earl.” The music that had been playing around them ceased and within minutes, the auction began. James found nothing interesting about the place, the bidding, or the fact that he was under command to bring home a personal servant. Blue eyes found emotion in the way the humans moved, the fear most of them had. An hour had passed before his attention was absolutely captured by the male on stage. His back straightened and he leaned forward just the slightest degree, head tilting as he took in the other. His mind registered the first bid, and before he could stop himself, he had tripled the minimum bid...and immediately found that no one would dare outbid him.
Once the human had been moved from the stage, James stood and made his way to the back so that he could come face to face with the male. He wanted to know what had caught his attention so strongly that the thought of anyone else having the blonde made him angry.
Steve hadn’t slept much since he’d found out the news. He was sitting by the large window in his bedroom in Wakanda when the flip phone rang. He quickly reached for it and answered it quietly.
“T-Tony…?” he whispered in a shaky voice.
Despite having no idea where to start, it was as if the floodgates opened as Tony began crying. "Steve, oh Steve. My precious mate. I'm so sorry. I should jever have lashed out like I did. I just...I thought I was over my par- no, correction - I thought I was over my mom's death, but even so, I acted like a complete child. I miss you, precious. I miss holding you and watching you draw. I miss the way you smell and the way you always curl against my chest." His tears were obvious the more he spoke. "I didn't think you'd answer. You have no reason to, not after what I did, but baby, I am.so happy you did." He rolled to lay on his back. "Are you okay? Is there anything I can do take care of you?"
Having been exiled out of the country and away from his alpha had been fucking rough. Though, no one on the team, save for Thor, even know he and Bruce were bonded. They’d kept it a secret, something they didn’t want SHIELD, or Ross or the government finding out about. And it had bitten them both in the ass when STeve had been labeled a criminal, unable to return home. Now though, Tony had gotten them all pardoned and Steve was the last to return, having needed time to ensure the king of WAkanda would continue to watch over Bucky. Bruce must be working too hard not to have noticed his scent when he entered the labs.
“I wouldn’t know,” he began quietly. “I’m not actually cleared for any of that just yet…”
Bruce felt himself relax for the first time in what felt like a millennia. He moved immediately to stand, going over and pulling his omega in for a heated kiss, clinging to his mate. When his lungs burned for air, he pulled back, eyes tinting green just barely. “I missed you so much,” he breathed, one hand moving to rung through the soft tresses of Steve’s hair. “Gods, I hated being here without you.” He pressed little kisses to Steve’s neck, feeling his very soul relax at the mere scent of his mate.
Steve checked the new message and nodded to himself. He sent back a quick message that he’d be there before shoving his phone into his pocket and moving to his next class.
The next afternoon, Steve got dressed in a nice pair of dark denim jeans and pulled on a long sleeved shirt and a sweater over it. He pulled on boots and grabbed his wallet and phone before heading out and grabbing the subway to the nearest exit to the cafe in question. He got to the cafe a little before 2 and headed inside, not sure who he was actually looking for, but the man would know him since his picture had been on the website.
Tony had a large cup of coffee as he waited, keeping an eye out for the blonde. He was lifting his cup to take another sip when Steve walked in, and he moved to smile with a wave as he watched the young man. Getting up, he moved to walk over. “Steve, correct?” he asked, holding out a hand.
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Steve sighed softly and lay back as Peter’s fingers brushed through his hair. “You’re not gonna lose me, Peter. You know I’m pretty tough, right? A few hunters aren’t anything for me to take down and their fucking wolfsbane bullets don’t work on me. I didn’t want them hitting you or Der or Cora. Stiles was helping and he got hurt too but I don’t see you fussing all over him…”
"Wolfsbane effects humans, too, Steve. Especially when concentrated into ammo rounds." Peter countered, thumb brushing Steve's cheek. "Trust me, Derek is reading him the right act in his own way." he countered. "You know he's much more quiet in his scolding." A sigh escapes him and he leans over to kiss Steve softly. "You are my everything, Steve. I'm always going to worry when you're hurt."
“There is nothing wrong with cuddling while watching a horror movie.” Clint said confidently as he brought a large grey comforter to the couch to perch by Steve.
"Let's just start here and worry about more time later." Clint half moaned, adjusting so he was hovering over Steve, pressing kisses to the older male's neck. "I'm just happy to be home, back in your arms where I belong." His voice was soft as he spoke, hands roaming over his lover's body.
