The one forgiven sin 《Sambucky》

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two damaged people, trying to heal each other is love.

Buchy had improved. No more heartbreakingly cutting his skin like paper. Sam knew because he checked. Every day. First, Bucky was flustered, like, all the time, but then he just got annoyed with it, and agreed to give over his preferred knife so Sam wouldn't worry this much.

But Sam would always worry about Bucky. He loved the man after all.

He knew that, whole Declaroix knew that, everyone but James Barnes.

The guy was so oblivious, Sam was this close to just throw a ring into his face and propose in the most aggressive way possible. But, no, he would love Bucky so softly, the guy would melt into his arms, so loved, he'd finally feel the warmth Sam had felt ever since he found him in that alley in East Europe.

Talking about Bucky, Sam made him move in with him again, claiming he needed to make sure Bucky would mentally improve. Fucking BS, is what that's called. He just wanted to spent time with the brunette. And that, he did. Every day.

Since he became Cap, the criminal rate already sank down a bit, not much, but enough for him to take a breather, and to relax for a while.

It had already been a week since he went to Bucky's apartment and found Bucky in such a pitiful state. He still had nightmares of being too late.

Which is why he basically bounded himself to the one armed man, Bucky never was out of his eyesight, only if they slept. Since Bucky preferred sleeping on the couch, there hadn't been a repeat of the "I have a nightmare, comfort me" thing. But other than that, they were inseparable.

Sarah told them about the conveniently empty house at the end of the river, where they could move in together, and Sam would be lying if he said he hadn't played with that thought inside of his mind. But he wanted Bucky to call the big shot, so he kept quiet.

He wanted it so badly, as the day went on, he felt his gaze always swaying to the right, through the window, where the house stood.

He could picture it so clearly in his mind, him and Bucky sitting on the couch, listening to classy 40s music and Marvin Gaye. Or playing in the garden with their dogs, because they will have pets, no question asked. Cooking together, slumping into bed together after an intense mission, and snuggling up in the kitchen together. It all was such a picture perfect story in his mind and he wanted that. So fucking badly.

Yet, he kept himself together. For Bucky and their friendship. Sure, the other said he wanted to date Sam after he had amended, but he made no indication, so Sam wouldn't push it.

Maybe Bucky only wanted to remain friends after all, is what he thought. It wasn't this far fetched, Bucky obviously still had to fight off his internalized homophobia before he could drown in Sam's love.

Sam was a patient man, and if Bucky wanted to remain friend for a while, so be it.

Or so he thought.

"I wanna talk." Bucky approached him, having grabbed his arms and dragging him outside.

"Woah, okay, man, no need to get violent!" Sam exclaimed, but silenced once Bucky tensed and stopped walking so abruptly, Sam collided with him.

"Hey! At least wa-" he trailed off as he saw where Bucky was looking at.

It was the house, beautiful blue walls, white front door, wide, welcoming windows. Sam loved it. He could see, feel and taste his future in it. Hopefully with the man standing next to him.

Whose eyes were glazed over as he looked back to Sam.

"I want this. Fuck this, I want you. No, wait, I- Well, not like, sleep with you, want, y'know? I- ugggh, god, this was easier in front of the mirror..." the last part was whispered and Sam was sure, he wasn't meant to hear it. But he did. So he, of course, bursted out laughing, and Bucky looked mortified.

"I said that out loud? Fuck, wow, okay. Sam, please stop laughing, or I swear, I will kill you, and then myself." Bucky glared, but Sam just couldn't stop. After minute or so, his tears had dried and he rose back to his full height.

"You was sayin'?" He smiled, containing eye contact with a slightly anxious Bucky.

"Don't mock me, alright? I wanna say this before I die of awkwardness." He mumbled, and took a deep breath.

"I don't know when or how it happened, but while I was dealing with my own hard homophobic, totally traumatic demons, I noticed that... I did not mind your company at all."

"Wow, Barnes, you sure know how to sweettalk a guy."

"Shut It, Wilson, and let me finish, dammit. You just... were there for me, and you keep sticking by my side, even though I was so fucking rude, and you didn't pity me, nor walked around eggshells around me, like everyone else did. But then, I also noticed that I really, really liked your smile... I just- you are so perfect, how could I not?" Bucky giggled, and Sam loved the sound of that so much.

"What could you not do?" Sam asked, smiling up at him

"Not falling." Bucky answered, his blue eyes shining.

Sam furrowed his brows, thinking of this as something negative.

"Because somewhere along the lines, I managed to fall in love again.

With you, Sam."

Silence.

Sam's eyes widened as he stared at Bucky. His heart was drumming, both his palms were sweaty and his forehead was glistening with it, too.

But he had to take action, since Bucky leaned in, with a flutter of his eyelids concealing those blue orbs Sam loved so much. Those pink lips puckered to be faster met with Sam's, which were drawing closer, and then...

World's collided, fireworks errupted around them, and Sam had to pinch his sides to identify reality and fantasy, because the moment was so perfect, it all felt so right, it left his head spinning, his heart racing.

It wasn't more than a peak, lips meeting lips, skin on skin, yet Sam never felt this intimidate with everyone else. They were still so close as they disconnected, and Sam wanted to pull Bucky back, to never be separated from him, but he stopped, leaning his forehead to Bucky's instead.

"I love you, too, Jamie. So fucking much." Sam breathed, his breath mixing in with Bucky's, thanks to their close proximity.

"So....Boyfriends?"

"Yes, boyfriends."

A/N: Wohoo! A new chapter, no new angst but rather the kiss y'all been waiting for. I did not post for a while simply because I wanted the kiss scene to be the one for the anniversary!

Excactly one month ago, I decided to write this story, and now, in total there are 28 released chapters, no worry, there will be more.

But for now, it's official.

Sambucky at its best, finally in an established relashionship, just as it should be.

Thank you all again for all the support, and for sticking around. Thank you<33333