Bucky shivers as he sits alone on his bed in his transparent night gown. This is the last night he is allowed to spend in his own room let alone his own home. After tonight, he will officially move into Strikeshore, his new husband’s manor on the southern tip of Drakestone. Lord Broq Rumlow is a brutish man, one Bucky isn’t ready to be shackled to for the rest of his life. Alas the ceremonies went off with a hitch. He was trussed up in the finest fabrics and garments that complemented his wedding dress down to the individual stitches. The reception was lively even until King Alecsander strode in to impart his blessing on the new couple. Of course, Bucky understands now that the gift is moreso to the benefit of the nobility that serve the king. When the words droit du seigneur fell from the monarch’s lips, Bucky’s thoughts shattered. Truthfully, he can recall the cheers from the highborn male guests as they jeered and jested with Broq, as they made their plans at his expense. He remembers the cold feeling that crept up his spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end at the realization that his wedding night was to be given to a horde of brutes instead of just the one he married.
A knock on his bedroom door startles him from his reverie. He steels himself before going to undo the latch, he knows to let whoever it is inside. It is the law. Still, ice grips at his heart as knowledge of his fate truly settles in. Bucky is different. He dreams of flying high in the sky, of delicate wings the color of silver and scarlet protruding from his back, of black tendrils of energy jumping between his fingertips. Those same sparks that live between his palms come out to play at night, keeping him company, protecting him from those that would seek to do him harm. He knows he isn’t of this plane. He has known this his whole life, but no one else has discovered his secret.
He finally opens the door to a large man with blonde hair that curls around somewhat pointed ears. The man wears a mask over his face that covers most of the porcelain flesh beneath it. In the dim light from the lanterns, Bucky sees brilliant, piercing, irises that glow like the skies. He also sees the deep sanguine of the man’s sclera, it wars with that blue hue as if fighting for dominance. The man cuts a broad figure standing before Bucky with his elaborate tunic, pants, and sturdy looking boots. The man closes the door, the sound of the latch locking back into place makes Bucky’s eyes sting. Tears fall from his eyes as the man stalks toward him.
He is surprised at the warm fingers that caress his skin. He does nothing as the man removes his night gown. The cool breeze making bumps pepper his flesh, causing his nipples to harden. He knows what’s coming and that fear from earlier begins to take root again, it won’t be long before his secret is uncovered. It won’t be scars from missing wings that the man will find, but something much more damning. Something that will see his life even more upended than it already is and send him straight to the brothels on the northern tip of Drakestone.
A rustling noise brings his attention back to the present as the man reaches inside the satchel at his waist. He watches at the man produces a peculiar plant with purple blooms that makes something niggle at the back of his thoughts. He has seen it before.
“This will make it easier for you,” the man says before squeezing the petals into his face.
Bucky sputters as light purple dust plumes before him, rushing into his nose, seemingly sticking onto his skin. Almost immediately, he feels his blood heat. His breaths speed up to match the increasing tempo of his heartbeat. To his utter horror, his cock begins to rise. A wetness he isn’t a stranger to begins to accumulate in and around his taint, he can smell the sweetness as it begins to waft from his skin. Bucky can only hope that the man will find it in himself to bring about his pleasure as well. Perhaps the extra slick can be played off if he’s already messy with his own release.
“Turn around.”
“Please,” he whispers as the tears well in his eyes. “May I lay on my back for you instead?”
The man merely squints before turning Bucky around himself. “You are not to question me, little one.”
All too soon he feels a hand on the back of his neck guiding him gently onto the bed, pushing him down so that his chest rests on the bedding. Tears fall from his eyes even faster now, he feels so exposed with his ass presented in the man’s face. It’s only a matter of time now.
“Hmm, what’s this pretty little thing?” The man jeers. “Think I wouldn’t find out what you’re hiding?
Bucky whimpers at the feeling of warm flesh caressing his thighs, spreading them wide to expose his most precious place. The lips that were hidden behind his cock and balls were now fully on display. His whimpers get louder as a finger dips inside of him, gathering wetness as it massages deeper and deeper. He squeals when the man brushes up against something he could only reach in desperate attempts to race toward the crescendo of his own pleasure. His squeals become mewls as the man adds another finger and presses right up against that spot. The bedding beneath him becomes drenched in his own slick as he bucks against the hand.
“Please, I—
“Hush little prince, I’ll take care of you.”
The little prince flies over his head as he feels another hand caress the globes of his ass, spreading them wide. Something wet drags from his cunt to his hole causing a long, drawn out moan to slip from his lips. Bucky knows he shouldn’t be enjoying this, but he is. It feels like the man is devouring him whole, sucking his soul out of his holes like Bucky was the last person in the realm. Sparks of scarlet and tendrils of pitch smoke jump across his fingertips as he clenches the bedding, trying to hold on for dear life. His nerves are on fire, it feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest as the tension in his lower belly rises. His cock is so hard, he just knows that it’s purple from the lack of attention.
The man does something absolutely filthy with his lips that sends Bucky careening over the edge. His jaw drops in a silent gasp, scarlet energy plays on a loop behind his closed eyes. His thighs tremble as he slumps into the mess he made on the bed. He can’t hold himself up anymore. He whimpers as the man dips a few fingers into his cunt before slathering the extra wetness up to his asshole. Bucky is out of it and doesn’t understand what it means. He assumed that once the nobles found out that he has a pussy between his legs that it would take precedence over his ass.
The sound of the man slicking himself up causes him to clench down on nothing. It is the sensation of two blood-hot cockheads kissing both his entrances that make him shoot up onto his knees.
“What is that!” Bucky’s breath is knocked out of him as the man forces himself inside.
A shock of what feels like serrated blades lances through him. The pain intensifies as he scrambles for the bedpost, the sheets, his pillows, anything to anchor him as his holes are torn in two. A grunt from behind is his only warning before the man rams his cocks in completely. Bucky positively howls, languishing in pain. The man drapes over his back, weighing him down. He can feel the heat of the man’s hips resting on his ass, balls slapping his own. His dick had started to harden initially but now it has completely gone soft. Nothing could have prepared him for this.
Bucky curses King Alecsander for making that royal decree, for gifting his body to this man who has taken him wholly, leaving no crevice deep within untouched. He curses Broq Rumlow for making his intentions for his hand known and starting this whole mess. He curses the man currently balls deep in his holes for taking his virginity and obliterating his high hopes for a loving first time. He places a hand over his mouth before he bites his lips bloody as the man finally moves.
It’s brutal.
He does his best to keep quiet as his holes are used for someone else’s pleasure. Tears slip furiously down he cheeks as the knowledge that he is in for the longest of nights settles into his veins.
He yelps in surprise when the man hits that same spot that assured his release the first time, only it feels more powerful now. Almost as if it’s coming from more than one place.
“Did I find them, little prince?” The man’s taunts pierce his heart more than the initial pain of being taken did. “Did I find your spots?”
Bucky wails as the man aims for both of them, using his cocks as the weapons they are to force his pleasure.
“You’re mine now, little prince.” The man yanks him up by his hair, forcing his back into an arch before plunging sharp teeth into his neck.
Bucky can’t even find the strength to scream as those fangs seem to just keep going, elongating more even as they’re already locked into his flesh. He can only take it when the man takes his cock in his hand, stroking him hard and fast. He can only obey when come is murmured almost lovingly into his ear. His release rips almost painfully through him and the phantom sensation of a faint heartbeat right next to his own sends his body into overdrive.
As if in a trance, he wrenches the man’s right wrist to his lips and pierces the tender flesh there with his own elongating teeth. The blood that rushes into his mouth calms his instincts down, the groan from behind him settles his heartbeat. The sensation of warmth flooding his holes does nothing but make his hindbrain purr in contentment. The bloodied wrist falls from his lips and his body settles into a haze of orgasmic bliss.
His eyes fall closed but a thought sends a flash of anxiety through his blood. This man isn’t a man at all, the mark on his neck and the heartbeat next to his own make that abundantly clear. That should not be possible unless he and the man are the same, unless they’re both not human. Exhaustion takes Bucky then, sending him to the place he visits in his dreams. To the place where he flies in the skies with wings of scarlet and silver, only this time there is another with him holding his hand. A creature with powerful wings of blackened blue and silver hues, crackling scarlet scleras and irises that sing hymns of the highest ocean tides.
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