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Dates seemed to come back to Bucky slower than everything else. By now, most of the important ones are in a datebook mixed in with his journals. The birthdays of his sisters pass by, and then his mother's. He can't exactly remember his father's, but that doesn't bother him much.

He doesn't remember the date he got his papers, or when he was shipped overseas. He doesn't remember the date that he fell from the train. He doesn't even really remember the exact date that he arrived in Darrow, or when he first met Loki or Sylvie, but he remembers July 27th.

It's the date Loki found him on the beach and kissed him in the sand-- the date that they stopped dancing around each other and gave into their desires. It's the date everything changed and now here Bucky is exactly one year later, sitting on the sand in front of his little house by the sea. He stares up at the moon and wonders if he should have tried to do something to commemorate the anniversary. Something held him back, and he's sure that Loki would say that it was his shyness.

Loki said that once, that he was shy, and it's stuck with Bucky all this time because it's never how he would have described himself. He was always the outgoing one, but he changed in a lot of ways and when it came to Loki, and realizing what he liked, yeah-- maybe he's a little shy. He likes being romanced, likes it when Loki is sweet to him, but he rarely has the voice to ask for it.

Another part of him worried that maybe Loki wouldn't remember, and that would hurt. He doesn't think that Loki would find him silly for making note of the date, but Loki has lived so long. What's one year to a god?

He knows it's stupid and it's probably his own anxiety talking, but Loki hadn't mentioned it so Bucky didn't either, and now the day is here and he hates that he's alone. Before he can talk himself out of it, he pulls his phone from his pocket and sends Loki a picture of the water lapping at the sand, along with a message.

Everything changed a year ago today. I'm really glad that it did.

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Hooking an arm gently behind Bucky's back, Loki held him close. For a long moment, all they did was breathe, their lips meeting lazily, bodies falling into sync.

Loki tangled a hand in Bucky's hair, his lips drifting down Bucky's neck, over the top of his shoulder, pressing warmly to the scar tissue outlining where skin became Vibranium.

The culmination of all this, whatever had brought them together, whatever made them work so well, seemed wholly miraculous.

Lifting his head, he caught Bucky's eyes, a faint smirk curing his lips. "Seems I was right. This was a wonderful idea," he said, playfully smug in a way only Loki could be.

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Bucky lets Loki set their pace, pressing his knees into the bed on either side of Loki's hips as he lets himself be adorned with Loki's kisses. Each press of his lips is tender and reassuring, and Bucky lets himself linger in the peace that settles over him. Right now, the only thing that matters is this. The rest can wait.

Loki smirks at him and Bucky smiles back almost drunkenly, only to roll his eyes in fond exasperation and then nod, shifting his good hand to the back of Loki's mouth so he can silence him with a kiss.

"It's been known to happen from time to time," Bucky murmurs against his mouth, lips going slack as he slowly lifts his hips and sinks back down, grunting softly into another kiss.

"I know that I'm only feeding your ego but fuck, you feel good. I never could have imagined," Bucky sighs out in a low, flirty sort of tone, further stroking that ego as he slowly rolls his hips in Loki's lap, grinding himself down on Loki's cock and squeezing tight. "It's only been you. It'll only ever be you."

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"You really are full of romance today, aren't you?" He said, matching Bucky's flirtatious tone. Shifting his weight to give himself more leverage, let out a low, breathless groan as he pulled the other man down onto his cock, the rhythm of their bodies slowly building, as promised.

"I must admit, I have, on occasion, fantasized about watching someone other than Sylvie take you apart," he said, his voice deceptively steady. "But why bother with that—"

From across the room, a projection of himself appeared, sitting placidly in the chair by the window, fully clothed and smirking. "When I can watch myself," the projection continued, its fingers drumming almost impatiently on the arm the chair.

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As Loki holds onto Bucky’s hips and starts to fuck him again, Bucky feels a little drunk on the pleasure, loose-limbed and sloppy, but when Loki says he thinks about someone other than him or Sylvie fucking him, he goes a little tense and pulls back to look at Loki’s face. His brows furrow with slight confusion and maybe a little hurt, and he shakes his head a little, because he doesn’t think that he’d want that at all.

But then a projection of Loki appears across the room and Bucky’s breath catches as he turns his head to look at him, making eye contact with him as he tips his cheek over onto this Loki’s shoulder. This, he likes, and he lets out a low moan as he rocks in Loki’s lap, urging himself up onto his knees and then sinking down again.

Loki thrusts up into him and Bucky gasps sharply, mouth falling open on a reedy little whimper, and an aroused shiver goes through him as the other Loki’s smirk deepens.

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"Stop," the projection suddenly commanded, leaning forward in his seat, "On your hands and knees."

The real Loki leaned back, brow arching at Bucky in playful question, as if he wasn't in control of his doppelganger's demands.

"Face the chair," the real Loki suggested, already nudging Bucky off of his lap and arranging him on hands and knees, facing his double. Gripping the strong muscles of Bucky's ass, Loki spread his cheeks, thumbing at the loosened, pink ring of his hole. Cock in hand, he slid back inside in one smooth, powerful thrust, encountering no resistance at all.

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Loki lifts his brow at Bucky like he’s surprised by the projections reactions and Bucky gives him a knowing look, but still complies with the demands. He arranges himself on his hands and knees in front of the projection, eyes a little wide at having Loki in front of and behind him.

His limbs tremble but he keeps his head up to meet the projections gaze as the real Loki moves behind him, getting into position. Loki’s cock presses into him suddenly, all of it all at once, and Bucky lets out a strangled cry as his head falls between his shoulders. It feels so good, like every nerve ending is alight, and Bucky dips his spine almost obscenely as he lifts his head to look at the projection again.

“Too bad I can’t have you in my mouth,” he says to the projection, trying to get more on even footing with Loki. He licks his lips and hums, smiling lasciviously as he rocks forward and then presses back onto Loki’s cock. “I wonder how many ways two of you could fit inside me at once.”

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Despite Bucky's assertion that he wanted Loki to make use of him, he was not the type to take a challenge without pushing back. It was one of the myriad reasons why Loki found him so intriguing. So dazzling.

"Even my magic has its limits," the projection said placidly, though it was suddenly joined by a copy of Bucky, kneeling at its feet. The projection sprawled, a king on his throne, and buried a hand in the hair of Bucky's copy. The projection's skin shimmered, shifting to an icy blue, its eyes darkening red. It's fingers tightened, though there was something loving in the gesture as it pulled the copy of Bucky's head towards its lap.

The real Loki's hands pressed Bucky's hips into just the right angle, his cock striking Bucky's prostate relentlessly. He'd begun to pant, a bit. He'd need a nap, after all this.

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Bucky had expected Loki to try and one up him, but he wasn’t prepared to suddenly see himself kneeling at the other Loki’s feet like a pet. He stares at the projections, eyes widening as Loki’s appearance shifts and he turns blue and cold. He should look frightening, but Bucky stares at him openly, eager as always for any glimpse of Loki or Sylvie with their glamour stripped away.

The projection of Loki pulls the one of Bucky in by his hair, controlling and tender all at once, and Bucky’s mouth drops open on instinct. He watches himself take out Loki’s cock, thick and frosty blue, and can almost feel it on his own tongue.

And then Loki starts to fuck him in earnest, with sharp, purposeful thrusts, and Bucky cries out loudly, dropping to his elbows as he tips his ass up. His own cock is throbbing, drooling messily onto the sheets as his balls draw up tight, and he yells again as his hands scrabble at the bedding.

“I’m gonna come,” he pants out, gnashing his teeth as he watches a projection of himself bob up and down on another Loki’s cock, pink lips stretched around icy blue skin. It’s all too much, and the pleasure gets white hot and intense, almost too intense, just before his orgasm takes over his body.

Bucky comes with a loud cry, hips jerking as he all but collapses to the bed. It seems to keep going and going, traveling over him in waves, and he twists enough to look at the real Loki over his shoulder, reaching back almost desperately for his hand.

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Loki nearly stopped again, just to be a bit cruel, but instead, continued to pound into him steadily, his own orgasm close at his heels. Bucky reached for him, looking back at him with dark, glassy eyes, and Loki gripped his hand tight, his own release shuddering through him as he gathered Bucky's body up into his arms, his heaving back against Loki's chest.

The projections flickered and disappeared, leaving only the two of them and the harsh drag of their breath. Face buried in Bucky's neck, Loki kissed his sweat dampened skin trailing upwards until he finally found Bucky's mouth.

Against Bucky's lips, he let out a sound, almost a sob, and held him close as their bodies continued to cool.

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For a brief moment between his own orgasm and Loki’s, Bucky feels a bit unmoored. It’s overwhelming almost to the point of tears, but then Loki comes inside of him and Bucky lets out a relieved, dreamy sort of sigh.

Loki gathers him up like he weighs nothing, holding him close and keeping him speared on Loki’s cock, and Bucky relaxes back against him as he tries to catch his breath. They’re both slick with sweat, both of them sucking in air, and Bucky’s heart seems to trip over itself at the sound Loki makes against his mouth as they kiss.

“I know,” Bucky says softly, twisting a little and reaching up to put his good hand on the side of Loki’s face, nudging their noses together and kissing him again. “I know, sweetheart.”

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Finding his bearings, Loki dragged them both towards the headboard, collapsing onto the pillows with Bucky in his arms. They kissed lazily, deeply, their hands gentle and a bit clumsy as they pawed at one another in the sleepy afterglow.

Eventually, Loki shifted, gently slipping from Bucky's body, though he remained close, his softening cock nestled against Bucky's tailbone.

"That was quite the celebration," he murmured finally, his voice rusty and pitched intimately low.

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When Loki leaves his body, Bucky's breath hitches slightly at the loss and he twists a little so he can rest his cheek against Loki's shoulder, one hand over his heart. The comment makes Bucky grin and he ducks his head a little, cheeks flushing like he's just realizing what happened. He's surprised at himself, but not in a bad way.

"It certainly was," he replies in a low voice of his own, lifting his head so he can press a lingering kiss to Loki's jaw. After a few moments, he puts his head on Loki's shoulder again, brow knitted thoughtfully as he traces lazy patterns between the freckles on Loki's chest. "Do you really think about watching someone other than Sylvie fuck me?"

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"What? No. It was part of the game, nothing more," Loki assured him, with a frown of his own. "A fantasy's a fantasy, darling. But your body's yours."

A year ago, he might not have even considered the autonomy of a man's mind. While his skills at enchantment paled in comparison to Sylvie's, he'd bent the will of man to his own with cold indifference. But he knew how important it was for Bucky to be in control of himself, and why his desire for Loki to make use of him had its clear limits.

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"No, I know it is," Bucky replies, relieved but unsurprised by the explanation. He smiles to himself and then shifts until he's at Loki's side, metal hand resting against Loki's chest. He props his chin up on it so he can see Loki's face, blinking slowly up at him.

"It's not that. I just--" He pauses for a moment, biting his bottom lip a little shyly and shrugging one shoulder. "I'm not sleeping with anyone else. Not anymore."

His nose wrinkles and he chuckles at himself, rolling onto his back and pushing his hair up out of his face. "I'm not going to ask either of you to do the same. I just wanted you to know. I'm old-fashioned, I guess."

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"I know you're not," Loki said, fingers running gently through Bucky's hair. "You've said nearly as much already."

Tracing the curve of Bucky's brow with the pad of his thumb, he said, "I haven't. Not since we started. I'm not certain it was a conscious decision, but I've got all I need."

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The knowledge isn't exactly surprising. Bucky has seen no hint of Loki being with someone else. He's not sure he can say the same for Sylvie, but that's okay. None of them made any promises to each other in that regard, and he doesn't hold it against her at all.

That said, it still makes him happy to hear that Loki isn't sleeping with anyone but them. It satisfies some old-fashioned part of him, and he tips his head back so he can kiss the pad of Loki's thumb, feeling even more relaxed than he had a moment ago.

"Sounds like we're on the same page," he says softly, turning his head to give Loki a content, boyish smile.