bucky & sam: leviathan plunder

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Leviathan Plunder

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[pamyat]

If someone had told Bucky yesterday that he'd be hauling treasure from Vice Admiral Walker's summer villa in a dinghy back to the ship he'd have said 'Great, I hate that asshole.'

If someone had told him said treasure included an omega about his age that smells like saltwater and home, wrapped in a damask curtain like a gift, well... That part would've given him some pause.

Not like he's ever. Done much. With an omega before.

It's not like Bucky doesn't know what Walker is like. What he's capable of. So finding the omega, Sam, bolted the the floor in a room that also contained a bed, a fireplace, a chamber pot, and no clothes wasn't exactly startling. Walker's plans probably got interrupted by the pirates landing ashore, Bucky included.

And, well. When your mother is a witch and your father is a shapeshifting creature of the deep, you put more truck in fate than pure coincidence.

The city is burning behind him as he rows in the night; occasionally he can see flashes of fire reflected in Sam's eyes. When they reach the ship Bucky's ears inform him that most of the crew made landfall. They'll steal from the officers and landowners and spend a good third of their plunder at the brothel next town over, knowing them. But that'll only be some of them. The rest will be back before dawn, and if Sam is found, ripe and unmated? It's gonna be a shit show.

Bucky would rather avoid that. Not that it won't be a shit show anyway, once they realize what he's done, but. A mate goes unbothered for the most part. Unmated omegas are an easy form of stress relief for the entire contingent of alpha pirates aboard.

James Buchanan Barnes is pretty stressed, generally, but he does not like to share.

He lets Sam walk ahead of him, pointing out where to turn in order to fund Bucky's cabin. As navigator it's not a very big room; it's got a bed, a table, couple of chairs, and several trunks. But the door locks. No one touches his stuff. Bucky points at one of the chests.

"You can have any clothes you like from in there. But," he continues once Sam moves to reach for it, exposing a shoulder with bruised ringed around his arm, making the omega fall still, "probably won't need 'em tonight. Maybe in the morning."

He procures a heavy glass decanter of spiced rum, pour two mugs to the top, sets one down in front of Sam. Takes the hand not currently keeping the curtain around him, slides it into the front of his loose pants. So Sam has done warning about what is going to happen, here. "You should drink."