A/N: So 7 of you PM'd me wanting to see the Stucky scene from the end of the last chapter when I intended to go on with the story. So here you go. Thank you, guys. You're so good to me. I love how invested you are in this story.

While Chris was on the phone with Aunt Jenny…

Bucky's grin was absolutely wicked. Steve's hand squeezed his thigh and his beautiful blue eyes darkened.

"Yeah?" Steve pressed.

"I'm yours whenever you want me, Pal," Bucky assured him, grabbing Steve by the back of the neck and pulling him in for a rough kiss. He put everything he knew Steve liked into that kiss, warming him up.

Steve didn't disappoint. His hand clamped down on his thigh, while his other hand captured Bucky's hair, his fingers sinking into it. The moan that rumbled in Steve's chest had him hard in seconds.

"Bedroom," Steve ordered in something a lot like his Captain's voice.

Bucky just nodded.

Chris sounded joyful talking to her aunt and Bucky knew she wouldn't mind. It was a good thing because Steve hauled him up from the couch and literally dragged him out of their living room and into their bedroom, closing the door behind him before pushing Bucky backward onto the bed.

Steve took Bucky's breath away with hot kisses meant to dominate, to possess. His mouth scorched a path across the scruff on Bucky's jaw, down the column of his throat. That combined with Steve's weight on him, he loved that, had his heart hammering furiously in his chest as he ground his hips up against his blond lover.

Bucky was seeing Steve's dominant side coming out more and more, even with Chris, and it reminded him of so many years ago. So many good memories and more broke through every day. Bucky wanted to see more of that dominance but he knew Steve worried about Chris.

Their Chris wasn't a shrinking violet, he knew she wouldn't be. He'd seen how blissed out their girl had been when Steve had taken control of the situation when they'd returned for Thanksgiving. He had the feeling he wasn't alone in wanting to see more of this side of Steve.

Bucky loved his blondes.

"You came up here and got a shower without me, Buck," Steve's words were muffled against the tender spot where his shoulder met his neck.

Bucky's hands slid over the powerful expanse of Steve's back, down to clutch the globes of that beautiful ass.

"Yeah?" he gasped out.

"Thought about you all day, Buck." Steve nearly ripped off the t-shirt he wore in his haste to get it off him. Steve's kisses chained over his collarbone, down to one of his nipples that he immediately began to tease with his mouth while Bucky clutched at his blond head. "Thought about getting my mouth on you. Being inside you."

"Just me?" Bucky teased.

Steve lifted his head and smirked. "You know better. I think about our girl too. You're both mine after all. All mine."

Oh, he loved possessive Stevie.

Back in the old days when Steve had been small, Bucky had always been fascinated with Steve's eagerness to dominate Bucky as much as Bucky had dominated him. At first, he thought maybe Steve didn't want to be treated – as he saw it – as one of Bucky's dames. Over time, he came to realize that just because he'd been smaller physically than Bucky didn't mean he couldn't be as dominant. Stevie back in those days had taught Bucky many things about himself.

Yeah, Bucky liked the dominant role. Did he like being dominated?

Only by his Stevie.

And damn did Steve manhandle him. He loved every minute of it.

Steve ripped open his jeans, humming in content that the jeans were the only things he had to yank off Bucky. And he did. Steve had his mouth on him a beat later, swallowing him down and working him with a passion that had Bucky hanging on, pulling at Steve's hair.

Steve groaned when he pulled particularly hard and the vibrations lit Bucky's body up, the orgasm sneaking up on him, making him cry out with the force of it. Steve swallowed everything before pressing wet, messy kisses over Bucky's thighs, taking his time about it.

Bucky was just struggling to breathe.

Steve whipped off his own shirt before flipping Bucky roughly onto his stomach and dragging him up the bed, dropping his weight over him as he continued to recover from his first release.

"You okay there, old man?" Steve's voice was low and enticing by his ear.

"Yeah," Bucky said with a laugh. "Winded."

"I'm disappointed, Buck," Steve's hand slid up into his hair before clutching there and pulling his head back with care. "I was hoping we could go a few rounds. If we stay at this long enough, our girl will wander back here, and we can play with her too."

Bucky panted, feeling his cock twitch beneath him in interest.

"Or maybe," Steve whispered. "Maybe she can just watch me fuck you. You know she loves that."

Bucky groaned as Steve pressed his hard, jean-covered length up against his ass.

"Or maybe she can help me pay you back," Steve went on, grinding on Bucky now. "I still haven't repaid you for our first night together, the three of us. You remember that?"

"Hell yeah, I remember that," Bucky replied. "That was a good night."

"Good, huh?" Steve continued to grind on him, teasing the shell of his ear with his tongue now. "You remember how you enjoyed making me watch you take our girl apart while I was chained to your bed? Leaving me hard and aching?"

"We took care of you, didn't we Stevie?" Bucky shot back at him.

"She did," Steve told him. "But I still owe you."

He got the first cuff on Bucky's metal wrist, using his weight to hold him down as he fastened the cuff to the headboard - had Steve installed a hook there and he didn't know it? – and caught his flesh hand to secure it too.

"What if Chris decides to try and rescue me?" Bucky teased him, trying to fight him a little because honestly, Steve loved when he did.

"She won't." Steve sounded so confident as he sat up, his weight resting lightly on Bucky's ass. "Besides, she should get a turn one day."

"A turn?" Bucky was getting more turned on by the minute.

"Tell me you wouldn't love tying her to the bed so we could drive her insane," Steve challenged him. "With our mouths…"

That was a mental image that had him fully hard again. He sucked in a breath when Steve's weight lifted, and he heard him digging in the bedside table.

It was going to be so good.

Steve was efficient as he applied lube to Bucky and his hand and began to work the first finger in. Bucky gasped as Steve rained hot, wet kisses to his back and his ass as he worked him open. By the time he had three fingers worked into him, Bucky was hard as a rock, grinding himself into the mattress beneath him.

All at once those fingers left and a sharp smack across his left cheek stung. "Up."

Steve made him dig his knees in so he could raise up, sticking his ass in the air.

"You look so good, baby," Steve said with a groan. He'd gotten rid of his jeans and Bucky caught him working that beautiful cock in his peripheral vision. And it was all his. "So good chained down and waiting for me to fuck you."

He felt Steve come up behind him, thighs pressing to the backs of his and the head of that huge cock pressing against his entrance. Bucky was just about to drool he wanted it so badly.

"You ready for me?" Steve's voice was almost gentle.

"Yes," Bucky got out. "God, yes. Please… give it to me."

And he did. Steve slid carefully into him, the stretch feeling so good. While he let Bucky adjust, he draped himself over him, nipping at his earlobe with his teeth as he grabbed Bucky by the hair in a tight grip.

"You feel so good," Steve whispered hotly. "So good wrapped around me."

Bucky released a low groan when Steve began thrusting, gently at first. Teasing. It felt so good, all of it. Bucky didn't care. It was his best guy and he felt amazing even though his own cock was painfully hard and leaking, swinging between his own thighs. There was nothing he could do about it right now.

"You're so good," Steve told him. "So fucking good for me."

He lifted off Bucky to grab him by the hips and began thrusting in earnest behind him, making Bucky cry out. He held on to the top of the mattress as much as he could with the designer cuffs, loving the slight edge of pain as Steve's thrusts grew harder.

"Too much?" Steve asked, his breathing strained.

"No," Bucky told him. "More…"

Steve growled, a deep sexy sound and his hips really began to thrust into him hard. It was good. So good and Bucky held on, loving every second of it.

Reaching up, Steve clutched his hair again, pulling his head back. "You don't come until I give you permission."

Oh, God, there it was. Steve had just busted out his Captain's voice and Bucky had to really fight not to go off like a rocket then and there.

"Do you understand?" A hard smack landed on his thigh, the sting eased away by the gentle caress that followed.

"Yes, I… understand," Bucky struggled to speak. Steve was fucking the hell out of him, greedy about it.

"Please," Bucky begged him, painfully hard now. "Please, let me…"

"Think I should let him come, Sweetheart?"

Bucky stiffened at the question. How long had their girl been watching? It was a real testament to Stevie's prowess that he hadn't picked up her presence at all.

"Hmmm, not yet," her soft voice came from behind both of them. "I want to help."

"Hear that?" Steve gave particularly hard thrust, hitting that spot within him that almost had him seeing stars.

"Yes," Bucky growled out, fighting to hold on now. He had Stevie being dominant and fucking him so good and Chris was watching, wanted to play? Could this get better?

"Can you flip him over?" Chris asked sweetly.

Bucky's world blurred, and his wrists burned as Steve literally flipped him onto his back. There was just enough give in the cuffs to keep from truly hurting him and Steve knew he would say something if it truly hurt.

Worse, Steve slowed his thrusts way down, keeping his movements damn near gentle and easy now as he watched Chris climb on the bed. She stopped next to Bucky and the look of pure mischief on her face had him intrigued. He was so hard it hurt but he had a feeling she had something good in mind so he held on.

She did. First, she slowly unbuttoned her pajama top, treating him to more of her creamy smooth flesh with each button she loosed. Finally, she pulled it open, she was bare beneath, and Chris smiled as his gaze went straight for her breasts. Playfully, she pulled the bottoms down, panties with them, and then tossed them off the side, one slim hand sliding down her body to tease her clit.

"Oh, doll, play with it," Bucky told her, pretty much drooling now. "Just like that."

Chris winked at him. "I need something more… Hmm…"

They both watched her rise to stand on the bed, stepping over Bucky's midsection and facing Steve. Placing her hands on his broad shoulders, she widened her stance putting that juicy center of hers within reach of Steve's face.

"Captain, could you help a girl out?" she asked sweetly.

Steve's chuckle was a genuinely dirty sound. Bucky was honestly impressed.

He was impressed with the way the punk could multi-task too. Keeping a hand on Bucky's hip as he continued to thrust into him slow and easy, he grabbed the back of their girl's thigh to anchor her. Steve leaned forward to tease her with his mouth and Chris had to have known the view of it Bucky would have. The sound of her breathy little cries combined with watching Steve's tongue and lower lip work that sweet flesh had him back on the edge, fighting off his release.

He wanted to taste her, to make her release those sounds.

With what looked like reluctance, their girl glanced back over her shoulder at him, her gray eyes smoldering, and pulled away from Steve. She sank back onto her knees on the bed, now facing Bucky, and straddled him, lining him up and sinking down on his cock slowly as Steve made room for her, never ceasing his movements.

So good…

With one hand on Bucky's hip and one on hers, Stevie smirked at him over Chris's shoulder. "Work him, Sweetheart," Steve whispered near her.

Planting her slender hands on his chest, her pussy like a heated vice around his cock now, she did just as her Captain ordered. Chris started riding him as hard as she could, it was the sweetest torture, and then Steve got back to thrusting in earnest.

Bucky was out of his head. He heard himself cry out as everything began to white out around him. His cock was buried in his girl's tight wet heat while Steve's huge cock was driving into his ass, hitting that spot inside of him with each thrust. He thought Chris was whispering encouragement to him. The last things he saw were Steve's fingers working her clit while he caught her chin in the other hand and captured her lips in a filthy kiss, all the while fucking Bucky hard…

Slowly Bucky came around. The gentle weight of Chris draped over him, her head lay on his chest and she was trying to catch her breath. Steve loomed over both of them with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"There he is," Steve's tone was teasing. "I really wasn't looking forward to having to call medical."

"Punk," Bucky managed, trying to breathe himself. Chris wasn't hurting his efforts, but she was still. "Did you kill our girl?"

Steve pressed a kiss to her temple. "Sweetheart?"

"M'okay," she mumbled.

Bucky and Steve exchanged a grin. When Chris got to that point, she was done for the night.

Steve climbed over them to release the cuffs from Bucky's wrists, his right wrist was a little sore but it was totally worth it. Steve caught his wrist before he could look at it himself.

"Sorry," he said, truly remorseful. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Bucky's heart shifted in his chest. "S'nothing, Stevie. I love you."

Steve kissed him them, tasting like their girl and Steve and Bucky moaned at the fire in it. Every day he was so damned grateful to have his guy back. So grateful.

Bucky rolled Chris to his side, she had dozed off, and was able to sit up. He knew he didn't misread the usual jealousy he got from Steve. Whenever they'd worn their girl out and needed to get ready for bed, it usually went the same way. Bucky took off with Chris, bathing her and getting her into something to sleep like the doll baby he called her while Steve changed out the bed. Bucky didn't realize for a while that Steve was jealous of that.

Bucky had always felt that Steve was his to take care of from his asthma attacks back in the day to the battlefield now. He was a caretaker for the people he loved. It was what he did.

Now that Chris was pregnant, Steve wanted to be there for her too. It had been so obvious the morning he'd made her that ridiculously huge breakfast that she'd loved. The huge dopey grin he wore for an hour after that got Bucky to thinking.

"Why don't you run our girl a bath, Stevie," Bucky scooped her up and loaded her into Steve's waiting arms. "I'll get everything changed out in here."

Steve nodded, and Bucky caught just a flash of the little eager guy his Stevie used to be. His heart clenched in his chest, watching how carefully Steve moved them off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

Once he had the bedding changed, Bucky headed for the bathroom, peaking in to see their girl in the tub with Steve, her back to his front and chatting happily with a shit ton of bubbles everywhere. He couldn't help but laugh at the happy scene.

"Rude to linger outside, jerk," Steve's tone was easy.

Bucky had pulled on his sweats and he stopped in the doorway, just loving the sight of them.

Chris told them all about her phone call with her aunt, so happy for the opportunity to do so. She couldn't tell her aunt where she was or who she was with, and that was okay. Her aunt was safe and had a much better job and apartment. And Chris got to touch base with her.

By the time they all piled into bed, Steve channel surfing, Chris snuggled up to his side, laying her head on his good shoulder. She was asleep in seconds.

Once he found some documentary on the Korean War, Steve grinned at them, sliding an arm across Bucky's pillow and snuggling to up Chris on the other side.

Bucky fell asleep with Steve's fingers in his hair, just like he used to before the war and he was so happy to have that memory back too.