Chapter Text
"Put this on."
The man in charge turns and gives Bucky a thin black lacy thing closely resembling a pair of ladies lingerie and stands back, his face devoid of any expression. He's a beta, and a seasoned professional at that it seems, because the blond man doesn't even bat an eye at the onslaught scent of a young unmated omega in the middle of its heat.
"That's it?" He asks hoarsely, hands shaking around the flimsy black silk. He has to fight the primal urge to run up to the man and rub his aching body against him, the omega part of him actually feeling insulted that he doesn't even get a reaction. The still-functioning rational part of his brain kind of wants to die of embarrassment. The silver blond beta smiles thinly, but it doesn't really reach his slate grey eyes.
"Put that on first." He murmurs and averts his gaze politely when Bucky drops the fluffy white towel around his waist. The luxurious bathroom reeks of his cloying sweet scent. He winces and wipes at the leaking wet moisture between his legs with an annoyed huff when it runs down one pale smooth inner thigh.
"Leave it. The alphas will like it if you're wet." The man suddenly speaks up again and this time Bucky can hear the tiny strain in his voice. He peers up between dark lashes at the man and sure enough, there's a slight bulge in the junction between his legs under the neatly ironed trousers.
The thought sends a shiver of pride through his body and he hurriedly slips the lacy underwear on, groaning at the cool silk against his wet sensitive flesh.
The butler wordlessly hands him a heavy cloak, a heavy red cloak. Bucky stares incredulously at the thing. Seriously? The metaphor can't be any clearer.
"I will escort you onto the hunting grounds." The blond man says when he finishes with the three buttons at his chest and squirms a little when a new trail of moisture runs down his leg. Bucky follows on unsteady steps, the blood red cloak rubbing against the sensitive pink nubs of his nipples.
They pause by the archway, the blond beta drawing him close and gently fastening a cool white ivory half mask over his eyes to protect his identity. Bucky draws the red hood over his still-wet silky brown hair and steadies himself.
He can do this. It's nothing, just getting his man-cherry popped that's all. He would be paid fifty thousand dollars for the whole ordeal, and his and the alpha's identity would be safely protected. It would be unorthodox for them to see each other's faces. He'd heard about the annual Hunt from Clint, who was another omega from the slum districts and Clint has had no trouble after his first time. The only downside, according to Clint is that it's a one-time only thing. The rich higher-up alphas only want their first untouched heat. Thankfully Bucky has kept his virtues mostly intact during his time living in the shady parts of the city.
The grass feels cool under his bare feet. Bucky keeps his gaze forward as he stumbles after the blond butler like a newborn calf. There are five omegas, all decked out in identical red cloaks. The only difference is the color of the brooch around their neck. Bucky has a brilliant blue sapphire fastened around his throat by a golden pin. He can't help but glance around curiously, noting that the other omegas all have their heads down, shoulders slumped meekly and radiating the innocent lamb-like vulnerability bound to make an alpha's blood boil.
He keeps his head up, watching curiously as the five alphas in dark shirts and expensive designer pants approach from The other side of the field. They stop about five feet from the omegas who all shudder collectively at the dominating scent of five strong virile alphas, Bucky included. He wiggles his bare toes restlessly on the grass when his slick drips down in a steady stream, showing just how eager his body is for mating.
The four male alphas are about the same height, the brunet one on the left maybe a tiny bit shorter, the female redheaded alpha being the shortest of the group. They all have on black masks, opposite the white ivory ones the omegas are wearing. The simple black masks cover the upper parts of their faces, but since they have no hoods, it's easier to discern which is which. There're two blonds, one with long tumbling locks of gold and easily standing the tallest, with his broad shoulders and huge hands in clear display. Bucky squirms longingly at the sight of those muscular arms. The alpha turns and gives him a small smirk when he catches Bucky's curious gaze and his cheeks flame red with embarrassment when he tears his gaze away.
The other blond man is somewhat slighter, with short cropped golden hair and standing across from him with his legs parted in a familiar military stance. The alpha has his sky-blue gaze averted and firmly on the grass at his feet, jaw clenched tightly as if he doesn't particularly want to be there. Bucky's eyes linger on the alpha for a second, wavering between the two blonds. Shorter-hair looks up suddenly when he feels the weight of Bucky's curiosity and their eyes connect for just a second, blue on blue. Bucky feels his knees weaken a little. The alpha has crystal-blue eyes. His blush deepens and the blond alpha's lips twitch up slightly when Bucky hurriedly drops his gaze and starts fidgeting restlessly with his hands again, grateful for the heavy cloak that covered his body.
The four omegas shift uneasily next to him, their collective sweet smell already making the alphas opposite them excited and ready to rut. Blood pounds in Bucky's ears, sweat trickling down his neck and a sweet empty ache settles between his thighs. He clenches his moist legs together and both blond alphas zoom in on the gesture, their bodies tensing, ready to spring into action. He feels a spike of fear. He hadn't meant to attract both of their attentions.
"Assume your positions, now let the games begin!" The words echo loud and final. Dread settles like cold lead in the pit of his stomach. Bucky hears the gunshot that signaled the beginning of the Hunt. It's finally begun.
The omegas are given a fifteen minute head start before the alphas are allowed to move. It's just a kink they liked, get the alphas really excited and riled up before the mating by allowing them to hunt down their own omega, but Bucky suddenly wants to get as far away as possible.
He takes a deep breath and runs for the woods, feeling the weight of the heated stares on the back of his neck.
He's kind of running out of places to hide, the blood-red cloak painfully obvious in the dark green backdrop of the forest. He is wet and aching and leaving a trail of enticing musk behind him. It's not going to take much work to track him down. The other omegas have already given up, judging by the sounds around him, but Bucky doesn't really want to be pressed face first into the ground and fucked like an animal by some rich snobbish alpha. He thought he could do this, but it seems so fucked up now.
He thinks about taking off the cloak, but then there would be nothing to shield his scent from them anymore, so he grits his teeth and forces his shaky legs to move. The sky is already starting to turn red around the edges. Sunset would not be far off.
The bushes behind him rustle loudly and Bucky whirls around, heart pounding. His gaze settles on the long-haired blond alpha and the huge intimidating alpha takes a step closer, his lips stretched in an excited grin. Bucky covers his lower face with his hands and turns to run, managing to take a few shaky steps before he feels strong muscular arms circle around his waist like steel bars. He is promptly pulled against a solid chest and the alpha presses his face against Bucky's neck, inhaling the sweet addictive scent of his heat. It feels all wrong. He doesn't want this alpha.
"Stop, please..." He tries to struggle and feels one of the large calloused hands dip in between his thighs, rubbing firmly at the wet moist heat. He cries out, legs twitching feebly and lets them fall open with a groan of pleasure when the digit slides against his sensitive flesh. The alpha makes to move him onto his back, and Bucky sees his chance.
He wriggles his way out of the man's hold and scrambles down the small slope, plowing through a scratchy bush and slamming headlong into another body. Bucky struggles to untangle himself from the other alpha, cursing his bad luck as he goes. The heavy red cloak gets thrown over the alpha's head, obstructing his face, but Bucky can still make out the familiar scent anyway. It's the short-haired one with the beautiful sky blue eyes. A hand clasps around his wrist firmly, stopping him in his tracks as the alpha pulls the cloak off his head with a small huff.
They both freeze when their eyes meet each others.
"Oh." Bucky manages to say stupidly. His body releases a new wave of wet moisture at the enticing sight of the alpha, his masculine scent making the persistent empty ache become almost unbearable.
"You're hurt." His voice is really nice, Bucky thinks airily, his eyes fluttering shut when he feels a gentle thumb brush against the shallow cut on his cheek. He doesn't see the other blond alpha poke his head out from behind a bush and give them a thumbs up and a wink before turning on his heels.
He feels the hand on his cheek slide down slowly, raising goosebumps along the way as it trails to his pale collarbone, barely peeking out beneath the collar of the cloak. Bucky's legs seems to have stopped working. He leans into the touch and sighs when gentle hands draws back the hood of his red cloak and reveals his tousled brown hair and the pale ivory mask.
"Beautiful." The alpha sighs against his lips and Bucky opens his mouth to allow the kiss. It deepens and he groans shakily when the strong arms tighten around his body, one hand snaking down to fondle him between his pale wet thighs. He cries out and clutches at the blond alpha's broad shoulders.
He's quickly pressed down to lay on the grass, his red cloak unfastened to provide a temporary blanket. Bucky closes his eyes to avoid looking at the naked hungry in the alpha's eyes, but he is pleasantly surprised when the alpha asks him politely for permission to continue. Bucky nods his consent with a blush, after all the alpha is paying him for it.
The alpha presses comforting kisses along his cheek and neck first, using his larger and heavier bulk to press down against the omega underneath him. It's a clear show of dominance and Bucky's legs fall open on their own accord, his hips arching up to rub against one clothed thigh. His lips linger on the curve of his neck and Bucky feels a small tingle of fear, he's not supposed to bite down, the contract clearly said no bonding marks were allowed to be made. The alpha moves past his neck and sucks a sensitive nipple into his mouth, worrying at the pink flesh with his teeth. Bucky ignores the small twinge of disappointment. The black mask on the alpha's face feels cold to the touch when it presses against the flesh of his abdomen. The hot tongue dips into his belly button, mimicking thrusting motions as the alpha looks up at him, their eyes connecting. He's leaking uncontrollably now, soaking a dark wet patch through the red cloth underneath him, but Bucky is past caring now.
A finger hooks in the soaking wet lace panties and the alpha above him pauses to raise an eyebrow, his lips quirking up at the sight. Bucky manages an embarrassed scowl and avoids his amused blue eyes, cheeks burning.
"They made me put it on, damn it." He mutters and the alpha laughs, his gaze warm and tender as he slowly eases the panties down and leaves a small trail of fluttering kisses along Bucky's wet inner thigh. He's lucky to have gotten such a nice alpha, truly lucky. Alphas are dominating by nature and most would simply rut the omega without any consideration or foreplay, but this alpha seems more in control of his urges. Bucky eyes the prominent bulge in his pants and raises one slender foot, pressing it over the swell in between the alpha's legs. It's inappropriate for an omega to challenge the alpha in the middle of mating and sure enough, the blond male growls in the back of his throat and surges forward, teeth closing over Bucky's neck in warning. He spreads his legs and moans softly, a silent submission. The teeth leave his neck with an almost reluctant pause.
He isn't prepared for the hot mouth that descends over his aching hole, licking and sucking at the sweet slippery lubrication there. Bucky clutches at the grass and bites his lip to stop the cry of pleasure. Two fingers thrust inside his pink hole and crook upward, making him see stars. The alpha growls when Bucky clamps down on his hand and shudders, wet fluids gushing out of his body as he orgasms for the first time with someone else's fingers deep inside his ass. It actually makes the empty ache worse, he feels feverish and unsteady, blood pounding in his ears. Everything is tingly and oversensitive. He blushes red and tried to close his legs. The alpha tightens his grip on Bucky's hip and he stills obediently, a distressed whimper slipping past his abused lips.
"What is your name, sweet little omega?" The alpha murmurs against his ear, hips grinding down on Bucky's pelvis. He groans at the heat of the alpha's cock and wraps his arms shyly around the blond alpha's neck. Names are personal, he doesn't really want the unfamiliar alpha to know too much.
"James." He whispers instead. It's a common enough name, and there are about six James' in his crappy neighborhood alone. His friends all know him as Bucky. Without his last name, he's not worried the alpha would be able to single him out of the crowd and trace it back to James Buchanan Barnes. Not that he would try anyway.
The alpha's blue eyes are soft as he leans down to kiss him. Bucky tastes himself in the man's mouth, a heady bittersweet scent.
"Call me Steve." He whispers hotly against Bucky's neck. It seems too personal, but he rolls the alpha's name on his tongue and decides he likes the sound of it. It suits his big blond alpha.
"Well, James, care to continue this inside?" Steve asks, his arms tight and possessive around Bucky's naked body. He blushes, heart skipping a beat at the barely contained hunger in the alpha's voice. Bucky nods and allows the alpha to pull him up into his arms.