Notes:

I just want to thank EJ for continuing to be by cheerleader when I freak out a bit about how I'm going to pull off something I set myself up for. And thank you for every single one of you who comment on each and every chapter, its what makes my muse continue to feed this story.

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Everything Has Changed

Chapter 25: Smack My Bitch Up

Steve watched Bucky out of the corner of his eye, the other man leaning forward on his jean clad thighs, one hand pulling down his face as he watched Steve. Darcy eased his unbuttoned jeans down his hips, lifting one leg at a time to remove the denim pants, and carefully folded them and put them down on top of the dresser along with his t-shirt; Steve's eyes never leaving Bucky's.

"Anytime you start to feel uncomfortable," Darcy pushed Steve to lean over the mattress on his elbows, ass in the air, but she addressed the other man. "You can leave, and we'll talk about it when Stevie and I are done." She gave him a kind smile, her hands petting softly down Steve's back. "Of course you also have your safe words."

"Don't be afraid to use them," Steve gave his friend a quick smile before pillowing his head into his arms, and waiting for Darcy to start. "Neither Darcy or I will be upset."

"If I don't know I need to?" Bucky asked his eyes on Darcy's hands pushing Steve's legs apart and his shoulders into the bed.

"You don't have to be here," Darcy patted Steve softly on his raised rump and knelt in front of the Soldier. She traced her fingers along his jaw. "You can you now, and no one will be upset, you don't have to do anything you don't want, not ever again."

"I wanna see," he said quickly, leaning his face into her fingers. "I wanna see how you take care of Steve. You take such good care of me." Darcy leaned up and kissed him softly before standing and making her way back to Steve.

Darcy pet her hands down Steve's back, gently repositioning him on the bed, head pillowed in his hands, feet braced apart on the floor, his ass in the air just above Darcy's waist line. "Are you ready to start, Captain?" she asked, her fingers soft on his hips as she focused on the man in front of her, pushing all feelings but his out of her mind. She could feel the turbulent frothing surf that let her know of conflicted her lover was, along with the sticky sweet scent of caramel ice cream being swept away by a hot dragging tongue, cutting through the center of her being.

"Yes ma'am," came Steve's reply, muffled slightly by the bed clothes.

"We'll start with six for leaving us in the middle of the night, with nothing but a note on the kitchen table," she dragged her hands down the swell of his ass, her ministrations still soft. "Then ten more for feeling guilty about leaving the Widow to fend for herself at the border," her fingers dancing over the skin of his inner thighs. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from squirming under her light touch. "Can finally, six more for disregarding my feelings and riding that bike without a helmet" the last one pulled a sharp bark of laughter from Bucky, and Darcy had to hold her breath to keep from joining him. "How many is that, Captain?" she asked, her finger nails dragging along the sensitive skin right under his balls.

"Twenty two, ma'am," Steve breathed out, releasing a full body shiver as her fingers ghosted back up over his ass.

"Soldier," Darcy looked over at the man sitting quietly on the overstuffed arm chair, leaning so far forward, it looked like he could tip off at any moment. "Any you'd like to add for the Captain's punishment"

Bucky was quiet, studying the way Darcy stood between the Captain's legs, still fully clothed in her cut off shorts and green tank top. Steve nodded just slightly, the sight of his best friend, his face calm, laid out naked in front of their girl, made something loosen inside him. "Add three for making fun of my nail polish."

"You hear that, Captain?" she asked, leaning over his body. "The Soldier was not pleased with your teasing," she pulled his head up by the hair at the back of his head. "What do you say?"

"I'm sorry Buck," he looked up into Bucky's eyes before dropping his gaze back to the bed.

"No problem, Punk," Bucky gave him a small smile and leaned back in the chair.

"What's the new count, Captain?" Darcy asked, straightening and stepping back.

"Twenty five, ma'am," Steve answered immediately, fisting his hands into the bedsheets, preparing himself for the first blow.

"I expect you to count each one," she watched Bucky as she gave the Captain orders. "If you move or lose count, we start all over."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, digging his hands tighter into the sheets and bracing his core as he waited. Sometimes Darcy would start right away, and sometimes she'd make him wait. As he watched her cross through his field of vision, obscuring Bucky from his sight, he knew he'd be waiting.

"Undress me," Darcy asked, pulling Bucky's hands from the armrests of the chair and placing them on her hips.

"I thought you'd never ask, baby doll," he reached towards the button of her fly, only to have his hands stopped between Darcy's.

"When you're in here," she held his flesh hand tightly. "And you or I or both of us are punishing the Captain," she squeezed his hand just a little more. "I'm ma'am, understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," a thrill of lust went through her, a spark of cinnamon and wood smoke curling in her gut, making her suppress a moan. She released his hand and leaned her hands on his shoulders as he slowly unbuttoned her shorts, dragging the zip slowly down, before working the tight denim down her thighs.

"Didn't think that would turn you on so much," Darcy whispered, shivering as he ran his hands down her calves, picking up both legs in turn to pull off the shorts, dropping them on the floor.

"Didn't know it would, ma'am," he laid a kiss on her belly as he sat back and pulled her into his lap. Bucky's fingers walked up her back, pulling her tank top up slowly. "You're really beautiful."

"The things you say Soldier," she raised her hands and let him pull the shirt over her head, allowing him to pull her into a short kiss before climbing out of his lap again. "But this is about the Captain." He nodded and gestured for her to proceed. Darcy could feel both boys' eyes on her as she walked back over to the bed, where Steve had done exactly as she'd say, and had not moved a muscle. "We'll start with six," she rubbed her hand over Steve's ass. "We start slowly," she told Bucky. "Just to warm up. The Captain's serum keeps me from really bruising him, but we still like a bit of a warm up." She took her hands off the Captain and took a deep breath, letting the salty anticipation and caramel coated arousal flow over her. Her hand came down on Steve's back side, his steady position holding him still; a light blush bloomed in hit's wake.

"One, ma'am," Steve said clearly. Darcy kept her focus on the man in front of her, bringing down the second hit without hesitation. "Two, ma'am." She took a deep breath and let Bucky's emotions in just a little. The cinnamon and wood smoke had receded, replaced by the frosty edge of snow as he watched his lovers with uncertain interest. "Three, ma'am." Embers sparked from the fire, deepening his uncertainty. "Four, ma'am." She pushed further from Steve's emotions and delved into Bucky's, they were after all there to see if Bucky would be alright joining their play. She could still feel the cinnamon under all the frost, joined by the rich taste of hot chocolate on the back of her throat. His arousal had waned, but his comfort level was growing. "Five, ma'am." Darcy focused back on Steve, his backside a nice warm pink, the skin just a bit warmer than his usual enhanced metabolisms normal. "Six, ma'am."

"Slide all the way up onto the bed, Captain," she rubbed a gentle hand down his spine. "Hands under your hips, please." Darcy looked back over at Bucky. "You wanna join me?"

"No ma'am," Bucky shook his head, and watched Darcy nod in understanding. She walked over to him and slid up into his lap while Steve watched them from the bed.

"I wish you could feel what I'm feeling," she whispered into his ear, kissing along his jaw. "Steve's starting to relax, when he came in today, it felt like a storm was brewing inside of him, he was wound so tight. I'm going to make all those storm clouds go away, bring sun to the beach."

"What about me?" Bucky asked, looking over at Steve's peaceful face and pink ass. "What's the snow doing?"

"The snow's coming down, but not too hard," Darcy nuzzled his neck. "I can taste cinnamon again, which is promising."

"What does that mean?" he pulled her farther into his lap, her bare skin sliding along his jeans.

"Cinnamon is the way you smell when you're thinking sexy thoughts," she giggled at his slight frown.

"Perhaps you should finish Steve's punishment," Bucky kissed her and pushed her back to her feet.

"You're absolutely right," Darcy climbed up on the bed and sat to one side of Steve, so she could see both boys easily. "Start from seven, Captain," her hand smacked down harder this time, a red print blooming on his skin.

"Seven, ma'am," Steve grunted. She rained the next nine hits down on his butt and hips, feeling his muscles tense as the warm sting turned to hot pain, his counting growing tighter each time. "Sixteen, ma'am." He was sweating a little, and his eyes unfocused. He panted as she stopped, letting out a rushed breath.

"How many more do we have, Captain?" she asked, checking in with Bucky, whose fingers where digging into the arms of the chair.

"Nine, more, ma'am," he answered.

"Scoot off the bed, Captain," Darcy shimmied off the bed herself and perched on Bucky's knees, forcing him to sit back again. "Come stand in front of us." Steve walked slowly over to where his lovers where sitting, his arousal prominent as he stood in front of them. "You enjoying yourself, Captain?" Darcy asked, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning at the man.

"Yes, ma'am," he confirmed, letting Darcy turn him around so that Bucky could see the bright red of his back side.

"You okay, Soldier?" she pulled his arms around her waist, settling them on her stomach.

"I'm alright, ma'am," the spark of arousal growing gently, now that they were all close together.

"We have nine more," Darcy told him, leaning back into the Soldier, and letting his hands wander up and cup her breasts. "Three of those are yours, Soldier."

"Yes, ma'am," Bucky pinched her nipples and bit into the side of her neck. "Captain, start counting at seventeen."

"Yes, sir," Steve replied without hesitation. Darcy's hand connects with the skin of his hip with a loud smack. "Seventeen, sir." She leaned back into Bucky as he continued to pull at her nipples, shooting sensation down to pool deep inside. "Eighteen, sir." The Soldier's fingers slipped down her stomach and teased gently at her folds. "Nineteen, sir." She closed her legs around his hand, but that didn't stop his ministrations.

"I bet I can make our girl come before she finishes your punishment, punk," Bucky's thumb pressed against her clit making her lose her rhythm.

"Twenty, sir," Steve growled. "Challenge accepted, sir."

"Five more, Captain," Darcy shivered as the Soldier pushed a finger inside, his thumb continuing to work her clit, even with her legs clamped down on him.

"I'm ready ma'am," he told her. "What do I get when I win, sir?"

"What do you want, Captain?" Bucky used his hands to pull Darcy's legs apart, mouthing along her neck as he swept his fingers though her arousal, adding a second finger inside.

"I want first taste, sir," he tensed as Darcy smacked the other hip suddenly. "Twenty one, sir."

"First taste of what, Captain?" Darcy asked.

"Of you, ma'am," she brought her hand down again, while Bucky continued to work at her clit, her walls starting to flutter around his fingers. "Twenty two, ma'am."

"And if our Soldier wins?" she huffed out, knowing that was probably going to happen as her muscles started to tighten, the brightness of orgasm building behind her eyes.

"He gets your pussy first, ma'am," the Captain focused on staying still as Darcy brought her hand down again, he could tell she was tiring because her hits were softening, that or she was too close to care. "Twenty three, ma'am."

"Oh fuck," Darcy's orgasm washed over her. Bucky's metal hand took over and spanked Steve hard on the ass.

"Twenty four, sir," Steve couldn't help but rock a bit under the new assault, but Darcy didn't really care. "Looks like you win, sir." Bucky's hand came down one last time. "Twenty five, sir."

"Get on the bed, punk," Bucky lifted Darcy in his arms and deposited her on the bed next to Steve, who was laying down, his hands pillowed into his arms.

"I usually rub aloe on Steve afterwards," Darcy sighed as Bucky pushed her legs over his shoulders.

"Not cause I really need it," he interjected.

"It makes me feel better," she countered.

"How about instead, I eat you out and you blow the good Captain," Bucky dragged his tongue through her arousal. "That make you feel better too?"

"Fuck yes," Darcy melted into the bed and pulled Steve up over her face, taking his dripping erection between her lips.

"Agreed," Steve sighed.

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