Author: The Wayward Angel
Story: The Red String
Rating: M
Word Count: 1007
Chapter: 2/?
Pairings: Starbuck
Spoilers: Captain America: The Winter Soldier spoilers apply
Trigger Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, alpha!Bucky, omega!Steve, explicit sex
Summary: It was snowing out and Steve had a cold. Those were the two things Bucky focused on. Their heating had been cut off two days prior and Steve had taken to burning old sketches and drawings to try to keep warm. Bucky had started sleeping next to Steve at night to keep him warm. *Alpha/Omega AU*
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.

AN: Just a thing I want to touch on. Steve may seem out of character in this chapter, but that's mostly due to his Heat and Omega nature that makes him clingy and dependent during his Heat. Also, Bucky is not like typical Alpha's. He respects and loves Steve as his friend and brother, so he doesn't treat him like an Omega bitch.

Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. Please feel free to point out any grammatical or spelling errors.

The Red String
Chapter Two

December 1941
Brooklyn, New York

Bucky knotted Steve again before he left for work, hoping that it would sate Steve's Heat long enough that he wouldn't be suffering by the time he got home. The Alpha pulled out after his knot went down and hesitated a second before kissing Steve softly. "Let me go get your cold medicine and pills."

"You're going to be late." Steve said, "I can get them, don't worry."

"I'm always worried about you." Bucky chuckled, "It'll take me two minutes." He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, getting Steve's birth control and cold medicine and a rag to clean him up. He came back out and sat Steve up to take his medicine before using the rag to wipe away drying come and sticky slick from the Omega. "I'll be back in about three hours. Try to get some sleep." Bucky kissed Steve on top of the head once before leaving the apartment.

Steve's heart felt heavy and he let out a whimper, the Omega in him not wanting to be parted from his Alpha for even a few minutes. He shook off the sad, disappointed feeling and curled up in the blankets, hugging Bucky's pillow to his chest.

Bucky wasn't back three hours later. Nor was he back in four, or five hours. In fact, six hours later Steve was lying on his back in bed, sobbing in pain, his fingers stuffed inside his slick hole in an effort to provide himself with a little bit of relief. He felt like he was on fire, ants crawling under his skin. He was so desperate for a knot it hurt. He'd come six or seven times already, but it didn't help with the Heat pulsing through his veins. He whined, four fingers stuffed inside himself, but it wasn't helping at all. All he could do is cry and whine and whimper for an Alpha, for a knot.

"Oh fuck, Steve." Bucky gasped from the doorway.

Steve dragged his eyes open, Omega gold dominating the normally blue eyes. "Alpha!" He cried, "Alpa, please-"

"Hold on, Stevie, I gotcha." Bucky cursed and kicked off his shoes, unbuckling his belt and opening his pants, only pushing them far enough down his legs to expose his cock before climbing onto the bed. He pulled Steve's fingers out of his hole and pushed in, sliding in balls deep. Steve tightened around him and Bucky swore, clenching his eyes shut. Bucky started thrusting, hard and fast.

Steve clung to Bucky, clawing at his back, wrapping his legs around his waist. "Knot me, Alpha, please please please…" Steve whimpered.

Bucky growled, pumping his hips harder and faster, his knot swelling before it finally caught and locked them together. Steve came for an eighth time, letting out a relieved sob, collapsing back against the bed. "You okay, Steve?" Bucky asked, wiping the tears from Steve's face.

"Yeah, 'm okay now." Steve mumbled tiredly.

Bucky rolled them over so he was on his back and Steve was lying on top of him. He yanked the blankets on top of them before running his fingers through Steve's hair, "I went to the store and filled your suppressants for after this Heat," He ran a hand up and down Steve's back, "I didn't realize how long I was working. He had me moving crates and then paid me extra to put his lights on his house. I'm sorry, I should have said no."

"We need the money, it's okay." Steve said, tucking his head in the crook of Bucky's shoulder and neck.

"Damn the money if you get hurt in the process." Bucky growled, "I'm calling him in the morning to tell him my mate's in Heat and I'm not leaving again. He paid me enough today that the bills will be paid up for at least the next couple of weeks."

Steve didn't say anything for so long that Bucky was sure he'd gone back to sleep. Then Steve whispered, "Do you like me, Buck?"

"'Course I do." Bucky said, "You're my best friend."

"That's not what I meant." Steve muttered.

Bucky sighed, "Listen, Steve…"

"It's okay if you don't. Just because you claimed me doesn't mean you have to love me."

"Hey," Bucky tilted Steve's head up to make the Omega look at him, "You know how the world works. I care about you Steve. You're my friend, my brother, and now you're my mate…but, I'm still expected to find a wife. Omegas just aren't valued in society; and with you being male…well…" Bucky looked frustrated, "I'd love to get a house together, have kids and a white picket fence and all that, but the world just doesn't work that way."

Steve nodded, "Yeah…yeah I know…" He said softly.

"But I will always care about you Steve." Bucky said, kissing Steve soundly on the lips, "I'm with you bud, til the end of the line."

"Yeah," Steve smiled, "Me too."

To be continued…