A/N: So for those that followed my other Steve/Loki fic, I had the want to do a different version of the idea entirely, and hear it is :D with a twist. This one will be a bit more...graphic if you will, and more physical relation than emotional, though it may change, who knows. Now it's a Steve/Loki and Steve/Bucky story, call it a love triangle, so to speak. Hope you all like it ;3

Edit: Sorry to anyone who followed this story already, had to delete it completely do to a complication in editing.

Steve chewed on the end of his pencil, his mind wondering as he thought about the past. Something that didn't seem that far away. To Steve it felt like it had been only decades since he was frozen in the ice, when in truth it was decades ago. Seventy years ago he made that promise to Peggy and never got to fulfill it. Seventy years ago he left his dearest friend Bucky behind, his cheeks flushed slightly at the thought of Bucky. He had been thinking about Bucky a lot lately, something he hadn't done in a long while, until the dreams.

Lately, thoughts of Bucky great him at night, almost every night, like a curse. Not all was bad, he hadn't seen Bucky in years, but he hadn't planned on seeing Bucky in the way he had. Dreams of he in Bucky in ways a man shouldn't think of another man. Back in his day just the idea of a man laying with another man was greatly frowned upon. Now, Bucky was what mostly occupied his mind anymore, but that wasn't what bothered him most of all, it was the dreams, they seemed so real and came so suddenly.

His thoughts were interrupted by a mug of black coffee set in front of him. He glanced up at Natasha, slightly dazed then flashed her a soft smile, "Thanks."

Natasha took a seat near him. Something about her reminded him a lot of Peggy, whether it was the hair, or how her eyes saw right into him, or even her strong woman stature, it was hard for him not to see the woman he once loved in the woman beside him. "No problem, you looked like shit, figured it might help a bit."

And there it went. Steve let out a long sigh, "That obvious, huh?"

Natasha smirked, "It's my job to know things about people, although, it's pretty obvious you haven't been sleeping, not very well at least."

Steve nodded, rubbing his eyes, "It's just..." he hesitated, "I've been having these weird dreams lately, more like nightmares. They're keeping me up at night."

Natasha narrowed her eyes on him, leaning forward in her chair, "What have you been dreaming about? It could be your subconscious trying to tell you something, so if you tell me what you've been dreaming about, maybe we could figure out what your body is trying to tell you and it might help you get some closure."

Steve felt his cheeks heat tremendously, but before he could say a word, Fury entered the room. He let out a sigh of relief. For once, he was actually thankful for Fur's timing. He just hoped Natasha wouldn't want to continue their conversation afterwards. Steve faded in and out of focus as his mind drifted off to Bucky. Luckily he was close enough to the table that no one would notice the shame rising in his pants.

Suddenly, Fury said something that snapped him out of his day dream. The mention of Loki, the man who attacked Manhattan a little over two years ago, was apparently loose on Earth. Apparently, Asgardian security wasn't as good as they claimed to be. Thor was even there, going over the situation in London a while back and how they were all sure Loki was gone. But now they know for sure, he had, once again, returned to earth and is most likely in hiding. Why, of all places he chose earth, was anyone's guess.

Questions fired from every direction, Thor explained everything that happened in the world of the Dark elves and answered every question he could to the best of his ability.

"Everyone, we're on high alert until we can track down Loki and return him to Asgardian authorities," Fury announced.

"Hasn't he kind of, I don't know, broken out a time or two from Asgardian prison?" Stark asked, "Is it really such a good idea to send him back?"

"I honestly don't give two shits where he goes, so long as we get him locked, and cuffed and thrown into something small and confined and do it fast!" Fury snorted.

"Kinky," Tony replied.

Fury flashed Tony a look that just screamed all sorts of F-you before rolling his eyes and continuing on with his speech. "I don't care how you get him, but we just need to capture him and get him locked up, for real this time. I'm damn tired of this sassy princess with daddy issues getting in the way of more important projects. Just get it done. Dismissed!" With that, he about faced and left the room full of questions.

Steve trudged into his apartment and directly into his room before face planting into his bed. It hadn't been a particularly rough day, he was just so exhausted from the night before. The dreams were keeping him awake at night, afraid of falling asleep in fear of dreaming as he had been, but now he was too tired to care. Tonight he'd just have to deal with them, no matter how wrong they were.

He suddenly felt warm hands on the back of his neck, but they didn't startle him, they were inviting and caring. Gently they massaged his neck and worked down to his shoulder and back. He was sure he was already dreaming, but if this were real, he could truly go for a nice back rub right about now. He let out a low grunt, "That feels nice."

The other male leaned forward to whisper huskily into Steve's ear, "You seemed a bit stressed," he heard Bucky say.

Steve groaned again as Bucky worked his hands in all the right spots. Already he felt his hardened shaft pressing against his stomach. Closing his eyes, he allowed Bucky to continue, part of him wishing this were real, because the man sure did know how to give a massage, at least in his imagination.

Bucky worked down Steve's back, running his thumbs in small, strong circles until he reached Steve's ass. "There seems to be a lot of tension around here," he purred.

Steve let a soft moan escape from his lips, then rolled onto his back. He did nothing to hide the blush in his cheeks as Buck's eyes immediately fell on the large bulge in Steve's pants. Steve notice that Bucky was wearing nothing more than his boxers.

"Even more tension, here," Bucky said, groping the bulge. "Your clothes are so restricting, you should dress more casually once in a while."

Another moan escaped Steve's lips as he unbuttoned his shirt. As long as it was just a dream, it didn't seem to matter to him, but it was more like Bucky had him under a spell. He was so alluring the it made Steve forget everything else.

Bucky helped Steve's clothes off, slinging them about the room then quickly went to work on the throbbing shaft, massaging it with his lips and tongue before guiding it into his throat.

Steve closed his eyes, licking his lips. He titled his head back as Bucky started deep throating his shaft. He bucked his hips upward into Bucky's mouth craving more.

Bucky pulled the shaft from his mouth then worked it with his hand as he trailed kisses up Steve's stomach. Steve moaned again and bit his lip. His eyes watched Bucky the whole time, and when Bucky began to kiss his neck, he began to squirm, aching for more. Bucky stared down at Steve's lips and Steve watched him with careful eyes. Bucky smirked, then leaned down, playfully nibbling on Steve's lower lip. Steve hesitated, considering the situation, then slowly allowed Bucky access. The kiss was warm, passionate and ever so inviting.

Steve moaned into Bucky's mouth as Bucky entered two fingers into his entrance, keeping his rhythm stroking Steve's shaft. Bucky quickened his pace causing Steve to arch his back. All too quickly it ended in white spurts and a moan.

Steve opened his eyes to find Bucky was gone. He blinked his eyes a few times then sat up, glancing around the room, but he was alone. It was then that he notice that he was still fully dressed, but still very aroused. Rubbing his neck he frowned, it was 3AM and he was left with another nightmare, but it felt so real. Standing from his bed, he undressed, but paused. His neck no longer felt tense and he felt quite relaxed. Shaking his head he lay back in bed, wearing nothing but his boxers. He couldn't ignore the hardness poking out of the band, so he got to work before allowing his body to fall back to sleep.