"Bucky Barnes x Jemma Simmons x Logan"

Jemma considered calling her parents to tell them that she'd found her soulmates, and who they were. She certainly suggested it to Bucky and Logan

"We won't end up bonding if you ask them for permission," Logan said. "We're not exactly the poster boys for ideal soulmates. No parent in their right mind—"

"But you kept me safe," she said. "You're my soulmates. They'll understand."

"Much as I hate to suggest tricking your family," Bucky murmured into her ear, "maybe it'd be easier if they were presented with a fait accompli?"

"Look at you, usin' fancy terms like 'fait accompli'," Logan said, grinning. Bucky stuck his tongue out.

"I know another foreign phrase," Bucky said. He ran his hands up Jemma's waist and cupped her breasts. She pressed into the touch, moaning. "Ménage a trois."

"Yes, please," she said.

"You wouldn't prefer to wait—?"

"No. Nope. Thank you. I'd like to…"

"Go to bed?" Logan said, stroking her knees.

"Well." She looked at him, and then Bucky, from beneath her eyelashes. "I thought you said that we wouldn't be restricted just to a bed."

Logan pulled her into his lap. Jemma squeaked.

"Lookin' forward to you makin' more-a those noises, Jemma," he growled. Then he covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply as her cupped her behind. She felt a strange tingle where their soulmarks must have been close, and wrapped her arms and legs around him as he stood up, still kissing her. Bucky must have been leading them through to the bedroom, because they didn't bump into any furniture. Logan pushed her to the door, grinding against her, until he lowered her to the floor and nudged her into Bucky's arms. Naked Bucky's arms. He must have stripped quickly along the way.

"Y' don't need t' think much at all, doll," he said, helping her undress. She wasn't sure that his wandering hands made things any faster; but she couldn't complain when she looked up and saw Logan lounging in the middle of the bed, hands crossed behind his head and not at all ashamed of his nudity. She greedily looked him over, and then Bucky, who grinned cockily at her. "Like whatcha see?"

Jemma nodded, unable to speak. Soon she was as bare as her soulmates, and Bucky kissed her as he led her to the bed. He pressed her down into the covers, and she felt two pairs of hands on her skin. She traded kisses between stubble and clean-shaven, growing wetter at the way they manoeuvred her without any effort. Even the metal was an interesting contrast, one she was looking forward to exploring in many different ways. Starting in bed. She grabbed Bucky's left hand and sucked on two of the fingers. It just tasted like metal, very smooth. The joints were flawless, and she wondered what it would be like having them inside her, stretching her to take both of them.

The thought made her light-headed. Bucky moaned, and she met his eyes.

"Do you have much feeling in it?" she asked.

"Yes."

"I see."

"Didn't know I could get that kinda feelin' from it, though."

"And what about you, Logan?" she said, looking over her shoulder. He was massaging her inner thighs, slowly getting closer to the juncture between her legs, raising the tension in her body oh so slowly. "Your claws. Do they have feeling?"

"Only enough for me to feel `em slice."

"May I see them? If it doesn't hurt—"

He extended the claws instantly, and Jemma ran a finger along the flat of a blade. She leaned in and licked it. Nothing; it was as though it hadn't gone through skin at all, and she was absolutely intrigued.

They retracted a second later, and she saw the dark look in Logan's eyes.

"I'm sorry," she hurried to say. "I only wanted to—"

"Too dangerous for you, girlie. An' me. I didn't know they could feel… that, either."

"Oh! How fascinating."

"If you're still in scientist mode, we haven't done enough to switch off your brain," Bucky said. Some silent communication between them had Logan pulling Jemma backwards into his lap and propping her legs open. Bucky dipped his head between her legs and began to taste her. She jerked in Logan's grasp, but couldn't move. At all. Both men held her like clamps, and the revelation that they really could do anything to her was somewhat mind-blowing. She whimpered as Logan's lethal hands played with her breasts, kneading and tweaking as both of them reduced her to a mess of quivers and pleading.

"That's more like it," Logan said. "Been wantin' t' do this since before we even said goodbye."

"I didn't even bother… with fantasising," Jemma said, panting. "Knew I could… never do justice… to what might happen." She arched and cried out as Bucky brought her to the edge and knocked her over. She slumped in Logan's grasp, feeling boneless, and let her soulmates move her into the centre of the bed and lie her down.

"That was fun," Bucky said, and he wiped his mouth. She stared at it, wanting a taste, but fully aware that she wouldn't be able to move again for about ten minutes. He noticed her look and bent down to kiss her. She lapped up every trace she could find, savouring the flavour of herself mixed with something unique to Bucky Barnes. She raised a hand to cup his cheek, and only got as far as his waist before she had to give up.

"We've worn her out," Logan remarked.

"We have indeed," Bucky said, drawing back. Jemma frowned. "Guess she's too tired t' play anymore."

"No," she whined. "I can. Just… give me a moment."

"We'll have to play with each other `til then," Logan said.

Bucky gave him a feral grin, then pounced. Jemma watched, virtually breathless, as the men finally had the chance to give in and do everything they'd wanted to do during the war, and couldn't. She managed to drag herself back against the pillows, more than content to watch large hands running over muscular chests, thighs, arms, everywhere. They were hungry in the way they kissed, Bucky occasionally whimpering, and Logan growling when Bucky fisted a hand in his hair. Jemma was quite sure she'd stopped breathing, and decided that it wasn't necessary in the grand scheme of things. She could watch this forever, and dragged a hand between her legs. It was obvious what she would be working with, and knew that it was important to stretch herself and reduce the chance of injury. The most effective way to bond would be if they were all touching each other as much as possible, and not just their soulmarks. Sex wasn't necessary to bond, but it created the strongest tie between soulmates when they shared something intimate like that. Besides, who was she to turn down sex with the two hottest men she had ever met, who just happened to be hers?

"Reckon she's got the energy to go again?" Bucky said. They both looked at Jemma, who should have been embarrassed to be caught playing with herself.

"How else am I supposed to take both of you at the same time?" she asked.

They eyed her, suddenly serious.

"You definitely want to bond with us?" Logan said. "We're a lot, we know that. If some part of you thinks it's a bad idea, say so now, or you're not leaving this room un-bonded."

Jemma looked between them.

"The safe-word is butterfly," she said. "Agreed?"

"Yep," Logan said.

"Definitely," Bucky said.

"Good. Then please fuck me."

Bucky pounced, pressing her into the mattress and sucking a bruise onto her collarbone that none of her shirts would be able to hide. He trailed robotic fingers down her body, cold pinpricks of sensation that made her shiver, before thrusting a digit into her. Jemma arched up with a shocked cry, clutching his wrist in place when he tried to withdraw it.

"You like that?" he asked, his pupils heavily dilated. "You want more?"

"Uh-huh," she said, nodding frantically. She groaned as he began to stretch her with the unyielding metal. Her pitch rose when Logan sucked one nipple, then the other, teasing them with his stubble and make it even more difficult to concentrate.

"Don't have t' concentrate," he whispered, before dipping his tongue into her navel. "We'll take care-a you, sweetheart. Just feel."

"But… want to…"

"It'll be a pleasure for us, doll," Bucky said. Jemma had lost count of how many fingers he was using to prepare her. His hand was getting warmer, adjusting to her heat, and any burn she felt was negligible.

"Please." Her hips jerked as his thumb applied pressure to her clit. "Oh, please!"

"Reckon she's ready yet?" Logan asked.

"I think so." Bucky wiped his hand on the bed sheets.

Jemma knew there was something she was supposed to be remembering, but her soulmates had driven it completely out of her mind. It clicked when she saw them rolling condoms onto each other, with a few pecking kisses.

"Later," Bucky promised, cupping Logan's cheek. The mutant's eyes closed, for a second, and then he opened them to glance at Jemma. He smirked.

"Better wait `til she's awake, or she's gonna lecture us for not lettin' her watch," he said. Jemma chose not to dignify that with an answer.

"Tony told me you were getting prepared," she said. "Is that what he meant?"

"Yep," Bucky said, moving her away from the pillows. He sat back against the head of the bed and pulled her into his arms, facing away. "This is gonna take a bit of choreography."

"We'll get used to it," she said. Logan knelt in front of them and held out his hands. Bucky gave Jemma a boost so that she could straddle Logan's lap, and she gasped as the soulmarks brushed against each other. Bucky knelt up behind her while Logan kept her in place, then lifted her by the hips.

"Logan's going in first," Bucky said.

"Can't you both—"

"We discussed this possibility," Logan said. "Now hold still."

He lowered Jemma, filling her, and she rested her head on his shoulder. It was a snug fit, but she knew she could take more, and raised and lowered her hips experimentally. Her heart raced, and Logan kissed her ferociously. She felt Bucky's chuckle from her back to her chest, and whined.

"Please," she said. "Please, Bucky. I need…"

Logan held her still, keeping only his tip inside. She inhaled through her teeth as Bucky pressed in alongside him. It was slow going, and she was grateful that she had two strong men to steady her. It seemed never-ending, Jemma's brain completely breaking down, until she was resting on their laps with trembling legs and breathless keens.

"Are we hurtin' you?" Bucky asked, his voice as tight as she felt. "Say somethin', or we pull out."

"No!" She knew she was digging her nails into Logan's shoulders, but he wasn't complaining. "Stay. Don't… don't move."

"Won't have to move much," Logan said. She felt his arms moving, and knew the moment all six soulmarks met. It's as though their hearts began to beat in concert, and heat spread from her lower back and inner left thigh through the rest of her body. Bucky clamped his jaw on the side of her neck. Jemma relaxed, and started to move up and down. It was overwhelming, and she wrapped an arm around the back of Logan's neck.

"Not gonna last long," Bucky murmured. "So fuckin' tight, doll. Jemma. Y' feel so good. Wanna do this forever."

"Yes," she whispered. "So much. More. Please."

"Want more, baby?" Logan said. She nodded, whimpering. "Then hold on."

It really didn't take long. The soulbond continued to sing beneath their skin. Multiple messy kisses were traded as Bucky and Logan tugged her down faster. Jemma wasn't even sure when her orgasm hit. Her body stiffened and her muscles clamped down, but her mind didn't clear until she stopped shaking. Her soulmates were still moving hard inside her, and she let herself drift for awhile longer. They jerked inside her, and she wished she could feel more, but she understood the dangers of unsafe sex. It meant a great deal that they had everything covered. They withdrew carefully, one at a time, until she felt unbearably empty.

"There's another bedroom on this floor," Logan said. "Easier'n changin' the sheets."

"Can't move," Jemma complained. "You've shagged me very nearly senseless."

"We did shag you senseless," Bucky said. "I was worried for a minute there. Thought we'd broken your brain."

"Merely dented it temporarily."

"At least your mouth's workin' again," Logan said, grinning. "That's a good sign."

"We'll carry you," Bucky said, and he lifted her from the bed. Jemma held onto him, her head lolling back, as they took her to the guest bedroom. Why a guest suite had a spare bedroom was beyond her; she chalked it up to Tony Stark being Tony Stark.

It was nice to lie in a dry bed, though it felt very cold until her soulmates lay either side of her. Somehow, they arranged themselves so their marks were all touching again, strengthening the tie between them. Stronger than any marriage bond. Jemma smiled tiredly, echoing the happiness she felt from her companions.

The pillow was so terribly soft. She decided to rest for a little while, until her soulmates were ready to go again. Just… just a little while…

Jemma woke to a bottle of coloured water being shoved in her face.

"I loathe that," she said, pushing it away.

"You need your energy."

So it wasn't a dream. She shifted back against the pillow so that she was sitting up, and then accepted the energy bar Logan handed to her. Bucky frowned, so she accepted the bottle from him and forced herself to drink. She was thirstier than she'd realised, and drained a good third or so before she remembered to come up for breath. Her soulmates bugged her into finishing everything they gave her, before finally pulling her into their arms.

"How d'you feel, doll?" Bucky asked, his lips brushing her ear. She kissed him gently.

"Wonderful," she said. She turned and kissed Logan as well. "Exhausted."

"Sore?" Logan said.

"…A little bit. In a good way." She winced slightly. "Perhaps I should wait awhile before we…"

"Yes, because we were gonna ravish you as soon as you woke up," Bucky said dryly.

"Well…" She drew it out, looking them both over. "There's nothing to say that you can't ravish each other."

Logan was the first to move, yanking Bucky into his arms. It pleased Jemma that he didn't even wait. She hugged her legs, rested her chin on her knees, and enjoyed the show. Bucky was soon on his back, Logan moving over him as they attacked each other's mouths. It was intense, no doubt built up over years of being apart, and she squirmed as Logan took them both in hand. Bucky's right hand was buried in his hair, left hand on Logan's back, and he cried out beautifully as he came. Logan followed soon, ravaging Bucky's neck as he growled.

"Next time I'm comin' inside you," he promised. Bucky moaned.

"Yes," he said. "Fuck yes. I thought about it. During the war. Hated that we couldn't, even though we were soulmates."

"Want you inside me, too."

"Mmm…"

Jemma still felt sore, and likely would for a few hours, perhaps longer. But she licked her lips nonetheless as her soulmates kissed tenderly, unaware of just how glorious they looked, entangled together as they were.

She was very lucky indeed.

Yeah, she is lucky, and I would give nearly anything to be in her position. Because, my gods, that would be… I have no words. Author is currently wordless.

Except (and you know what's coming)…

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