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"Fuck," Tony breathed out, his hands gripping Bucky's hips.

Bucky chuckled under his breath, feeling Tony's dick twitch in his pants. Clint clicked his tongue and shook his head disapprovingly at Tony, tugging Bucky away from him with a smirk.

"I don't think so, Alpha," Clint teased. "Bucky's my playmate this time."

Bucky rolled his eyes, but let Clint pull him in for a kiss, pressing close and slipping his arms around Clint's neck. Tony watched them make out, Clint nipping at Bucky's lip and Bucky gasping, his lips parting to allow Clint's tongue to dart inside. Tony knew that they were playing it up, teasing him, but he loved it. Loved the way they stripped each other slowly, kissing and licking at exposed skin, their dicks rubbing and grinding together, their hips rolling enticingly, almost coaxingly.

Tony had his dick out by the time they were fully naked, his hand stroking himself and his slit dripping precum, groans falling off his lips. Sam didn't seem nearly as affected by the display. At least, not outwardly. He was definitely watching. Drinking in the sight of the two Omegas feeling each other up and taking in Tony's reactions, the way he couldn't keep his eyes off of the Omegas or his hand off of his cock.

No, Sam was definitely affected by it, but he was enjoying just watching.

Tony cursed when Clint stuck his fingers in Bucky's mouth, telling him to suck on them. Bucky's tongue swirling around the digits and his lips wrapping around them expertly. Clint removed them with a slight pop and the saliva slicked fingers went down to circle Bucky's rim.

"Nn Clint," Bucky whimpered sweetly, pressing back as Clint slipped a finger inside of him.

His forehead dropped to Clint's shoulder and his hands slid down, his fingers wrapping around his biceps, digging into them.

"Fuck, you're pretty," Clint groaned in his ear, his free hand cradling the back of Bucky's head.

Bucky gasped when his finger pressed against his prostate and his hips rocked forward, seeking friction for his leaking cock. 

Clint just chuckled and kissed his temple.

His eyes glanced up to meet Sam's and then he nodded towards Tony, letting his eyes fall to the bed before slipping his finger out of Bucky, making him whine in protest. Somehow with those very vague gestures Clint was able to communicate to his Alpha exactly what he wanted. They hadn't been together all that long, not even half a year, but they understood each other in a way that suggested they'd known each other for many lives. 

Sam leaned over and grabbed Tony's arm, startling him. Tony's eyes snapped to Sam's, wide and confused, and he tensed slightly before relaxing. When it came to trusting Sam there was no fear for Tony. He trusted him wholeheartedly, without a question, not a single doubt in his mind, because Sam would never hurt him. 

If only he could feel that certain about being with Sam, because as much as he trusts Sam with his life, he was still afraid of giving himself over to him, of being his Omega. It wasn't wrong, well, some thought it was. Sam didn't think it was wrong and that meant something to Tony, still he felt like it was a line he shouldn't cross.

They could flirt and fuck and he could fall into Sam's arms in his time of need. He could even call him Alpha, but to actually be his Omega, to accept that it wasn't just pretend or an act or a temporary arrangement that had lasted longer than either of them thought was possible. To accept that it was something more, that they were actually in love and didn't just say it in the heat of the moment, that was too much and Tony was terrified of it. Terrified that if he gave in like that, that he would lose himself in Sam's touch, his love, and never be able to find himself again. If he gave in like that, submitted for Sam in that way, would he still be able to be an Alpha to his Omegas?

"C'mere," Sam murmured, pulling Tony out of his thoughts.

Tony looked back at the Omegas like he wanted to protest, but Sam squeezed his arm lightly and tugged him backwards. Tony squeaked when he landed on his back and Sam chuckled. He wrapped an arm around Tony's waist and hauled him up the bed until he was seated with his back to the headboard.

Tony glared at him, but was immediately distracted by Clint pushing Bucky down, so he was lying near the foot of the bed. Bucky's belly was pressed up against the mattress and his hands clawed at the duvet. Clint settled in between his legs, nudging them farther apart and spread his cheeks to reveal his tight hole.

Bucky squeaked in surprise when he felt Clint's tongue on him and he tried to get away from the unexpected sensation, but Clint pulled him right back.

"Don't be difficult, baby. Be good and let me eat you out."

"Fuck you," Bucky spat out, groaning when Clint's fingers pressed into his thighs.

"Keep complaining and see where it gets you."

Bucky did complain, but Tony was fairly certain it was just for show, because every now and again he would glance over at Tony, like he wanted to make sure that his Alpha was watching. The thought had Tony so fucking turned on.

He was thoroughly enjoying the show, enjoying the way Bucky was acting like a brat even as his body lit up with pleasure and moans escaped past his lips. Tony recognized that Bucky was most likely doing it, because he knew that his Alpha had a thing for bratty Omegas. He also enjoyed the way that Clint snickered and sneered at Bucky, goading him on. 

Tony's hand was back on his cock, stroking himself and Sam was still just watching it all play out, looking somewhat amused, but there was also something hungry in his eyes that made it clear he was also enjoying the show.

When Clint forced an orgasm out of Bucky from nothing more than his tongue, Tony's knot finally popped and Sam pushed Tony's hand away to wrap his own around it. Bucky rode out the after effects of his orgasm, Clint still licking at him until it became painful and he squirmed away, Clint allowing him to this time, and curled up to Tony.

Clint found his way into Sam's lap, rubbing his dick up against Sam's thigh and whining about how Sam was more focused on milking Tony than he was on getting him off. By the time Tony's knot went down Clint was satisfied and he happily curled up into Tony's side when Tony tugged him closer, the Omega wedged in between his Alphas.

"I don't know what inspired that little show, but I thoroughly enjoyed it," Tony rumbled.

"Oh I know how much you love to watch, Alpha," Clint purred, running a hand down Tony's chest. "I know you love it when we put on shows for you and you know that I love putting on little scenes for my Alphas."

Bucky's eyes snapped to Clint and he frowned.

"Is Tony your Alpha?" Bucky asked Clint.

Clint shrugged.

"Well, he's not my mate obviously, but he is mine." 

Bucky's frown deepened.

"Am I yours?"

Clint rolled his eyes.

"Of course you are. You're my nestpartner."

Bucky blinked at that and shook his head.

"I don't get it," Bucky murmured, deciding to just change the subject, because the whole were Sam's Omegas Tony's and was Sam Tony's Alpha thing was way too complicated. He didn't need to add was he Clint or was Clint his to the mix.

"Why do you like watching so much, Alpha?" Bucky asked instead.

Tony chuckled and kissed his head.

"I like denial, little one. There's something intoxicating about getting all riled up and then denying yourself an orgasm, or denying yourself the right to partake. There is a lot to like when it comes to just watching, whether you get off or not."

Bucky peered up at him curiously.

"Is that why you're okay with just watching me and Steve?"

Tony barked out a laugh and Clint snickered. Sam just glanced over affectionately from where he was watching them, close enough to touch, but choosing to not interfere, willing to just let his Omegas have this moment.

"No, it's not, at least it wasn't in the beginning," Tony said. "It's different now, because I do enjoy watching you two together. At first though, that wasn't the reason I didn't join in. I didn't hate it, that's for sure, but I did it out of respect. I wasn't going to touch either of you when you were vulnerable like that. Steve hadn't really made any indication that he wanted me to be his Alpha and I wasn't going to pursue either of you unless you both wanted me."

Bucky pursed his lips.

"Why? You do know that you could have been with just me right?"

Tony rolled his eyes.

"I could have, but I wasn't going to. You do realize how much power you hold over Steve, right? You're not just his nestmate. You're his Alpha. I have no doubt that Steve would have gone along with it because you wanted it, even if he didn't really want it himself."

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Well, it's a good thing you helped him through his heat then, because otherwise it would have taken him forever to come around," Bucky sighed dramatically.

Tony clicked his tongue, sending Bucky a sharp look.

"You're lucky that I wasn't comfortable with punishing you back then, because if you pulled that shit now, I would put you in chastity and then bring you to the edge and deny you over and over again," Tony growled threateningly.

Bucky's eyes widened.

"What?" Bucky squeaked. "Why?"

"Because you knew he couldn't consent and you didn't tell me," Tony said, his voice sharp and his irritation making itself known. "You let me believe that he could and that wasn't fair to me and it certainly wasn't fair to Steve."

Bucky pouted.

"It turned out fine though, didn't it?" Bucky argued. "I don't see why it's such a big deal."

"You don't-" Tony cut off with a scoff. "Jesus, Bucky, really?"

"What? Even if it was... questionable, it worked out just fine and Steve doesn't care about it. Besides, he likes to play like that."

Tony growled again and Clint shifted away from them, Sam pulling him into his lap, just in time for Tony to shove Bucky onto his back and loom over him. Tony knew exactly what Bucky was talking about. Steve liked consensual non-consent and Bucky may be right about that, but he was wrong about this.

"No, you listen to me and you listen well, little boy. There's nothing wrong with rapeplay, but that was not play. Taking away Steve's right to consent is not play. If I had known that he couldn't consent, I wouldn't have been there and I do regret being there. I don't regret Steve being mine, but I do regret how it happened. You had no right to put me in that position and you had no right to make that call for either of us. You knew it was wrong, otherwise you would have told me."

"But then you wouldn't have helped." Bucky pouted.


"I needed you, Alpha. I don't regret it, because I needed you. I needed you there and I needed your help and Steve didn't mind, he really didn't. He's just stubborn."

Tony clenched his teeth and glared at Bucky, the Omega glaring stubbornly right back at him.

"I know how easy it is to not care about things like consent, to feel entitled to things that you have no right taking. I get it, Bucky. I'm not a saint and I didn't understand consent when I was your age, but I got myself a good Alpha and I learned wrong from right. I still make mistakes. I'm not perfect, but I try my hardest to do what I believe is right and I'm going to teach you what that means, pretty Omega. You're barely more than a pup, so I don't blame you for not knowing better-"

"I'm twenty-three," Bucky scoffed.

"Exactly. You're barely more than a pup, but I'm gonna teach you and I'm not asking if you want to. I'm telling you that you're going to learn and I'm going to make sure that you do."

Bucky scowled at him, shoving at Tony's chest until he was sitting next to him instead of looming over him.

"Yeah, whatever," Bucky grumbled, pushing up to a seated position himself.

"Bucky, listen to your Alpha," Sam said sternly. "This is important."

Bucky's scowl deepened.

"You're not my Alpha," Bucky snapped.

Tony bristled at that and his eyes flashed dangerously, but before he could do anything Sam had a hand placed firmly on his thigh.

"Anthony, don't," Sam warned.

Tony pouted, but sagged back against the headboard. Clint was curled up in Sam's lap, Sam's arm wrapped around him, but Sam's hand reached up to brush through Tony's curls soothingly and he let his scent unravel warm and comforting, breaking through the tension in the air.

"You're right, Bucky. I'm not your Alpha, but Tony is and you need to show him respect when he's talking about things that are important to him. You can't just dismiss this like it's nothing. Steve might not care about it, but Tony does. He was really upset about it and one day Steve might be upset about it, too. As Steve's Alpha it's your job to look out for him and protect him. You took advantage of the power you hold over him and the power you hold over Tony."

Bucky narrowed his eyes at that.

"I'm his Omega. I don't have any power over him."

Tony's eyes widened and he opened his mouth, but Sam gripped his hair in warning and Tony just whimpered and leaned into his touch.

"You don't really believe that do you?" Sam asked.

"Omegas don't have any power," Bucky mumbled, his eyes downcast and his scent miserable.

"Omegas hold all the power, because they are the ones that give it away and they can choose to take it back," Sam corrected. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to be taken care of, wanting to be protected, but you have to understand that you do have a lot of power in your relationship with Tony. You cry and pout and make demands and it eats away at him, because he just wants you to be happy and have everything you've ever wanted. You bat your eyes and say Alpha, please and it's damn near impossible for him to tell you no."

Bucky furrowed his brows, because he'd never really thought of it that way.

"When Steve does those things it's just because he's being manipulative. I don't like it when he's like that," Bucky said, shifting uncomfortably.

"You could say it's manipulation or taking advantage of an Alpha. You could also see it from a different perspective and say that it's dominance."

Bucky's eyebrows shot up and his gaze snapped over to Sam.

"That's not what dominance is," Bucky denied immediately.

"Isn't it? Dominance can mean a lot of things. Sure, typically we associate it with an Alpha that likes to control and is strict, maybe even mean. That's not the only kind of dominance though. When an Omega dominates their Alpha, they don't usually go about it by pinning them down, even if they do order them around."

Bucky was struggling to wrap his head around that and he glanced over at Tony who was watching him intently, almost curiously, wondering what his Omega was thinking, if he thought it was hogwash or if he thought that Sam was on to something.

"I-" Bucky started, but shook his head. "I'm going to go check on Steve."

Tony frowned, disappointed, but he nodded.

"I'll come with you," Clint offered, pressing a kiss to Sam's lips before following Bucky out of the room.

Clint wasn't surprised when Bucky pulled him aside instead of heading straight to see Steve.

"Do you really believe all that stuff?"

Clint raised his brow at him.

"Oh come on, you know that I like being dominant," Clint teased. "Sure, I like submitting too, but I'm not only submissive. I'm not sure anyone's really only one or the other. Maybe some people are mostly one or the other, but dominance and submission isn't just about sex. Some people who only want to submit during sex are dominant in their life and vice versa. It's not so black and white. There's a lot of gray area when it comes to power dynamics."

"Yeah, but Omegas are supposed to be submissive."

Clint rolled his eyes.

"You don't really believe that, Bucky. You're not that submissive, at least not with Steve."

"Yeah, but that's different."

"Is it?"

"I'm his Alpha," Bucky insisted. "I'm not an Omega with Steve."

Clint sighed and pushed Bucky back gently until he was up against the wall.

"I know that's how you play and I'm not saying that you're not his Alpha. You are, but only because you choose to be. You want to be his Alpha and that's cool and all, but the title of Alpha isn't what makes you dominant, Bucky," Clint told him firmly. "I'm not Brock's Alpha and he's not mine, but we switch back and forth. We could play around with Alpha and Omega dynamics if we wanted to, but we don't because we never wanted an Alpha and when we did, well, it was Sam. There's nothing wrong with how you choose to play with Steve, but we don't need to be an Alpha to dominate. We're perfectly happy just being dominant Omegas."

Bucky's eyes darted around the hall as he tried to take that in. He didn't have anything against it, he really didn't, but he always tended to struggle with concepts that directly contradict the things he was taught growing up.

"I don't get it." Bucky pouted.

"I know, that's okay. You will in time," Clint promised, kissing him softly. "There's nothing wrong with feeling lost or struggling with new ideas, as long as you can accept that your ideas aren't the only ideas out there that are valid."

Bucky nodded, whimpering and ducking his head into Clint's neck.

"It's just hard sometimes."

"Shh, I know. It's okay, baby. You don't have to learn overnight. It takes time to accept new things."

"I feel like I don't know anything," Bucky whined.

Clint chuckled and nuzzled against his cheek.

"Maybe you don't. Is that really so bad?"

"It's not great," Bucky grumbled.

Clint just rumbled in his chest and gripped Bucky's hips in his hands.

"Well, it's a good thing you have a lot of people to teach you."

Bucky rolled his eyes, but clung to Clint, letting the other Omega hold him up.

"You're gonna be okay, Bucky," Clint promised.

They stood there like that for a moment, Clint holding him up and Bucky letting him support him.



"Is Sam Tony's Alpha?"

Clint gripped his hips tighter and sighed.

"I think you should ask Tony about that."

Bucky groaned in frustration.

"I did and he told me no, but I don't believe him. He does things that contradict that and I'm not sure he's even aware of it."

Clint licked his lips. He didn't want to be in the middle of this. It really wasn't his place to tell Bucky about Tony's struggles, but at the same time Clint was his friend. He wanted to reassure Bucky.

"He denied it when I asked him directly, but he called Sam his Alpha. I'm not just delusional. I heard him say it and then immediately deny it and then when we were in there just now-" Bucky pointed down the hall. "He said that he found himself a good Alpha! I'm just so confused about the whole thing. I don't even care if Sam is his Alpha, but I hate that he's lying to me about it."

Clint sighed again and pulled back slightly, looking Bucky in the eyes.

"It's complicated. Tony's never technically accepted Sam as his Alpha, but Sam still fills that role for him," Clint explained slowly, not sure if he should be saying anything at all. "Tony's... stubborn. He has certain views that he struggles with and it's hard for him to accept things sometimes, just like it is for you."

"So Sam's not his Alpha, but he wants to be and Tony wants it, too, he just won't admit it?"

"Basically yeah."

Bucky considered that for a moment.

"Maybe if Steve and I accepted Sam as our Alpha then Tony would be able to do it, too."

Clint raised a brow at him.

"Do you want Sam to be your Alpha?"

"Well, I mean, I want Tony to be happy and I think that he wants Sam to be his Alpha."

Clint smirked.

"Why don't you just tell him that?"

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"I can't tell him that," Bucky said, like that was ridiculous.

"Why not?"

"I-I don't know, I just can't," Bucky said defensively, his cheeks red.

"Yeah, whatever." Clint laughed.

Bucky rolled his eyes and pushed him away.

"Let's go check on our nestmates."

"I don't technically have a nestmate," Clint said, his voice light and teasing.

"Just like Tony doesn't technically have an Alpha."


"Do you think Brock will ever accept that you're nestmates?"

Clint shrugged.

"I don't know and I don't really care. I don't need the label to know that he cares about me."

"Brock has feelings?" Bucky scoffed.

Clint laughed.

"Not that he likes to admit, but yeah, he does."

Bucky laughed too, but then he frowned.

"Don't you want the label?"

Clint shrugged again.

"Labels don't really matter that much to me."

"Do you think they matter to Tony?"

Clint gave Bucky an exasperated look.

"If you really want to know things about your Alpha, then you should just ask him."

Bucky huffed.

"Yeah, whatever," He grumbled.