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I Will Be Your Sword And Shield

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Peter was lying in bed on his stomach, when he felt breath tickle the back of his neck before lips pressed to his skin. The young man bit his lip, with a sleepily groan. A hand slid down his back before it pushed down his boxers. The visitor pressed an erection against Peter’s now bare ass, and ground against him. The older man moaned softly against the back of the boys neck, before grazing his teeth against the skin, sending a shiver through Peter.


“Did you prep for me, baby?” Bucky whispered to him.


“Yes, master.” Peter nodded against his pillow.


Bucky chuckled softly, “Good boy.” He undid his jeans and pulled his thick erection out, stroking it against Peter’s ass causing the boy to shiver again. Bucky spread the smooth ass cheeks and spat into his hand before stroking himself, living his cock up with nothing but saliva. He pressed the tip in before pushing inside of the boy completely. Peter moaned into the pillow, arching his back and pressing back against Bucky. “You’re so tight, so good to me, baby,” the man whispered to him.


Peter nodded, “Only for you, master,” he said. Bucky smirked and rocked back before pushing back inside of the boy. Peter could feel his own penis start to harden and he ground it down into the mattress. Bucky started to fuck him, gripping his hips as he drove into him over and over again.


“How does it feel, darling? Do you like getting fucked my thick cock? Do you love being filled up like this?” Bucky’s words made Peter shudder and he rutted his dick against the mattress again.


“I love it!” Peter moaned, softly. “You feel like a God, master. Please cum inside me, I can take it.”


Bucky chuckled and licked Peter’s neck, “Is that what you really want, baby? You want me to empty my spunk inside of you, leave you dripping with it?” The boy nodded, and the soldier smirked. “Such a naughty boy.” He bit Peter’s shoulder and the boy whimpered. When Bucky did arrive though, he didn’t cum inside. He flipped Peter over and pushed his cock into the boys mouth, face fucking him as he came down his throat.


Peter moaned around his member, swallowing every drop, “Thank you, master,” he said when Bucky sat back. The soldier pulled the boy against him and kissed him, hard. Peter kissed him back, gripping the front of his shirt. Bucky started to stroke Peter’s prick, causing the boy to bite the man’s bottom lip. No time had really passed before Peter was bucking frantically into Bucky’s hand. “Please, master? Can I cum? I’m so close,” Peter pleaded. Bucky continued to stroke the boys cock as he thought about it.


“Do you think you deserve to cum, baby?” He asked.


“It’s not my place to think about an answer for that question. It’s your choice, master. You own me.” Peter bit his lip as Bucky grinned.


“Good answer, darling. You may cum,” he said, thumbing Peter’s slit and causing the boy to whimper.


“I’m gonna cum, master. I’m gonna- uh!” Peter’s toes curled as he came with a moan, thrusting his hips wildly, gripping Bucky’s right arm as he rode out his orgasm. Afterwards, Bucky cleaned him up then they shared a short kiss before the soldier disappeared into the night. Peter went to bed then, able to sleep now that his visitation session was over.




Peter walked out into the kitchen in just his boxers because no one else was home. At least that’s what he thought until Tony shut the fridge and smiled at him.


“Hey, Peter. Nice Spider-Man boxers.” Tony quirked a brow at him and Peter felt his face heat up as his mentor’s eyes stayed on his lower half for a moment. Peter knew how Tony felt about him, but even after turning him down a few times, Stark refused to back off.


“Uh, where’s Steve?” Peter asked, crossing his arms over his chest, a bit nervously.


“He went out. He didn’t say when he’d be back; we have the whole floor to ourselves.” Tony moved towards him then, backing Peter up against the counter, looming over him. Stark bit his lip, “We should take advantage of the situation,” his voice had a husky tone.


“If I knew you were here, I wouldn’t have come down in just boxers,” Peter murmured.


Tony licked his lips, “I’m so glad you did though.” The older man stroked a hand down his chest, his eyes holding Peter’s. “You have no idea what you do to me,” Tony whispered, hand trailing lower.


“Stark.” The voice that came from across the kitchen had a hint of warning in it. Tony sighed and rolled his eyes, dropping his hand.


“You’re interrupting, Steven.” Tony glanced back over his shoulder.


“Go eat your breakfast in front of the television,” Steve said, arms crossed. Stark narrowed his eyes, looking back to Peter once before grabbing his plate of eggs and leaving the kitchen. Peter let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding and leaned back against the counter.


“Thanks.” Peter sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Steve came over to him, lowering his voice.


“Are you alright? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be gone for so long,” he said to Peter who shrugged and smiled.


“It’s alright.” The boy shook his head, “Don’t worry about me, I can handle Mr. Stark.”


“It looked like he was handling you.” Steve raised a brow at him.


“I’m okay, really.” Peter forced himself to smile wider. Steve studied him for a moment before nodding.


“Alright,” he said.


“Uh, guys?” Tony called from the other room.


Steve sighed, “What now?” He murmured under his breath as he and Peter left the kitchen to go to Tony. Out in the living room, Tony was frozen on the couch, staring past the tv. Peter and Steve followed his gaze to the man standing there. The intruder had long hair and a distant look in his eyes, his mouth was set in a hard line. Steve opened his mouth, but Peter beat him to it, stepping forward.


“M- Bucky?” Peter was glad he caught himself before saying the word master. Steve glanced at the boy, looking surprised.


“You recognize him?” Steve asked.


“Um.. I’ve seen his picture at the exhibit downtown,” Peter blurted. It wasn’t really a lie, he had seen Bucky’s picture at the museum downtown, it just wasn’t how he knew him. Bucky stood there, not replying, not moving, the distant look still in his eyes. Steve looked to Tony who glared.


“Absolutely not,” Stark said, getting to his feet. “He can’t stay here.”


“He has no other place to go.” Steve moved towards his best friend. “He won’t hurt anybody.”


“He killed my mom.” Tony’s jaw clenched. Peter paled; now that information hadn’t been in the exhibit.


“He’s staying with us,” Steve told him.


“Then I guess you’re moving out.” Tony raised his brows before glancing at Peter with a hungry look. Peter, realizing that he was still just in his boxers, crossed his arms over himself once more.


“If I leave, I’m taking Peter with me.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest. Tony glared at Cap again before sighing.


“Fine. He can stay.” Stark sat back down on the couch. Steve smiled and led Bucky from the room. Peter watched them go; he could feel Tony’s eyes on him. When he looked back to Mr. Stark, the hunger in his eyes was clouded with something that looked like jealously.


“Well, I should probably go put on some clothes.” Peter said, before leaving the room and jogging upstairs.



Peter finished the History essay with a sigh, saved it and emailed it to his teacher before closing his laptop down. There was a knock at his door, and he called to the person behind it that it was unlocked. Steve opened the door, poking his head in.


“I just need to go out and meet up with Natasha, she says she has some intel on where Bucky has been this whole time. I shouldn’t be too long. I was just wondering if you could keep an eye on Bucky while I’m out?” Steve smiled, softly.


“Sure.” Peter nodded, “I just have to shower and then I’ll be down.”


“I just sat him down in front of the television, I don’t think he’ll leave or wander out, but still. Please, just watch him while I’m gone.” Steve ran a hand through his hair and the young man nodded again.


“No problem.” Peter smiled a bit.


“Thank you,” Cap said before disappearing behind the door and closing it. Peter went to his door, locking it before going into his bathroom and undressing. He made sure to close and lock that door as well. Steve hadn’t mentioned that Tony was going with him and Peter didn’t want to risk the older man sneaking up on him.


Peter showered quickly before getting out, drying himself off and wrapping a towel around his waist. He left the bathroom and made his way over to his dresser. He played music out loud from his phone as he looked through his boxers, which is probably why he didn’t hear the lock break on his door and then the door open before closing.


“I saw the way you were looking at Steve’s friend earlier,” Tony’s voice made him jump and he caught his towel before it dropped.


“Jesus, Mr. Stark.” Peter inhaled and tightened his towel around his waist.


“What’s that murderer got, that I don’t?” Tony moved towards him, backing Peter up against his dresser.


“Restraint,” the young man muttered.


“What was that?” Tony trapped him against the dresser, a hand on either side of him.


“I said: ‘restraint,’ Mr. Stark,” Peter repeated, louder this time.


Tony chuckled, “How am I supposed to control myself around you when you look like this?” He ran his hand down Peter’s chest.


“So, it’s my fault that you’re like this with me?” Peter caught his wrist, stilling the action but Tony was able to pin both of his hands down with one hand. His mentors’ other hand cupped his prick and Peter whimpered.


“Absolutely.” Tony bit his lip and Peter felt the man’s cock harden against him. The young man gulped and knew he could easily SpiderMan his way out of this, except he couldn’t because the hand pinning his down was armoured. He supposed that was how Tony broke the lock on his door.


“Mr. Stark, please don’t,” Peter whispered as Tony began to palm his dick.


“Cap is going to be gone for at least an hour, and I know exactly what I’m going to do to you in that duration.” Stark leaned forward and when Peter turned his head to the side, he shrugged and pressed his lips to the boy’s neck, kissing.


“Please stop.” Peter frowned, struggling against his grip. That was when the mirror exploded to his side, pieces hitting Tony in the face. Mr. Stark gasped and stumbled back, blinking. Peter looked back over Tony’s shoulder for the cause of the shattered glass. Bucky stood there, gun still held out in front of him.


“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Tony growled, turning to Bucky who pointed the gun at him then. His face was blank and his eyes were still distant, but he seemed to be aware about what he was doing. “You’re interrupting, Barnes. Peter and I are having a private moment, it’d be great if you could leave.” Tony held out his armoured hand, aiming it at Bucky. The Winter soldier’s gun went off again, this time hitting the circle of light on Tony’s palm. Mr. Stark cried out and peeled off the broken armour, examining his hand. He looked to Bucky again, “You could have destroyed my hand!” Bucky stepped away from the door, gun still aimed at Tony who clenched his jaw. “Fine. But don’t think you’re off the hook, I’ll be telling Steve all about this when he gets back.” Mr. Stark glanced back at Peter one last time before leaving the room with a grumble. Before Peter could voice his thanks to Bucky, the man was leaving, shutting the door behind him. Peter stood there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. He shook his head, then with a small, hopeful smile, he began to get dressed.



When he finally came down, Steve was talking to Bucky about shooting Stark and the soldier was doing nothing to defend his actions. Tony was sitting on the couch, listening, looking smug when Peter stepped into view.


“He saved me,” Peter cut in, looking from Steve to Bucky.


“What?” Steve glanced to Peter, the gears in his head turning, clicking, and then he was glaring at Tony. “What did you do?”


“I didn’t do anything.” Tony rolled his eyes.


“He was touching me without my consent, Bucky stopped him before things got to bad,” Peter explained to Steve. Cap went to Tony, jerking the man to his feet by his shirt. “What did I say about bothering Peter? Keep your hands to yourself, Stark. Or I’m not going to be able to keep my hands to myself the next time I want to rip your tongue out of your skull. Understood?” Steve hissed at him.


“I didn’t do-” before Tony could finish speaking, Cap shook him, hard. Stark kind of looked like a rag doll as the super soldier shook him. “Fine, fine! I understand!” Tony gasped out, brain jumbled from the shake.


Steve dropped him back into the couch with an eye roll before he apologized to Bucky, who hadn’t blinked, let alone moved. “Next time, I’ll let him kill you,” Cap told Tony before leaving the room to go into the kitchen. Stark got to his feet, grumbled something about working in his lab and left, taking the elevator down. When the doors to the lift shut, Peter looked to Bucky. The young man went to stand in front of him.


“I wanted to thank you for saving me.” Peter glanced back over his shoulder before lowering his voice, “Master,” he added, quietly. Bucky didn’t acknowledge him at all, staying still and silent. Peter stretched up to kiss his cheek and that was when the soldier decided to move. He turned and went to the elevator, calling it and getting on without a single word. Peter rubbed the back of his head, watching him go before joining Steve in the kitchen to help with dinner.



It was almost 2am when Peter felt someone slide into bed with him, a fleshy hand sliding onto his right hip. He groaned inwardly, getting ready to yell for Steve because he was too tired to kick Tony’s ass at this time of night. As he opened his mouth though, the man in bed with him chuckled and he froze.


“Bucky?” Peter whispered.


“Were you expecting someone else, baby?” Bucky kisses the back of his neck and pressed his front flush to Peter’s back.


“Actually, yeah.” Peter made a face in the darkness.


“You fooling around with someone else, I’ll have to punish you for that.” Bucky ground his erection against the young man’s ass. Peter bit his lip, arching against the older man.


“I’m not screwing anyone else. But there is a man in my life that won’t take a hint.” Peter rolled over to face Bucky. “He keeps finding me when I’m alone and touching me,” he whispered with a frown, head bowing. Bucky topped his head back up to his and kissed him.


“I will never let anyone hurt you,” The older man told him. “Ever.”


“I know.” Peter smiled and received another kiss. This one left him gasping for air when he pulled back. Bucky chuckled again.


“By the way you made your day sound, I’m betting you didn’t prepare yourself for me,” Bucky said.


“I didn’t think you were coming, master,” Peter admitted.


“Why wouldn’t I? I always visit you, every night.” Bucky grinned in the darkness. “But, I get why you forgot, so I won’t punish you.” Bucky sat up and slid down the bed then. “Still, I want you to get on your hands and knees.”


Peter did as he asked without question, he knew Bucky wouldn’t hurt him, even when he was punished, it was more about mixing the pain with pleasure. Bucky slid Peter’s boxers down over his ass and before the young man could speak, he felt something warm and wet stroke against his pucker. Peter bowed his head and moaned into his pillow. Bucky tongued at the outside of his hole for a bit, before Peter felt the tongue enter him.


“That feels good, master,” he breathed out and Bucky chuckled again, softly.


“Good,” was his muffled reply. Bucky began to fuck the young man’s ass with his tongue, causing Peter to let out a string of low moans and pleads. Peter pressed back against him, biting his lip.


“Please, master, I need more,” he whispered. He could feel Bucky smile against his ass before the tongue was joined by a wet finger. “Oh God,” Peter moaned out.


“You like that, baby? All warm and tight for me,” Bucky whispered against his ass. “You’re such a good boy.”


“Please, I need you. I’m ready, master.” Peter bowed his head more, letting out a low groan.


“Do you think you can handle me already, baby?” Bucky grazed his teeth against the younger man’s ass, making Peter shudder.


The boy whimpered, “I’m sure, please, fuck me, master.” Peter pushed his ass put towards Bucky who gripped his hips and lined himself up before pressing inside of him. Peter wiggled under him with a soft moan and Bucky grinned, as he began to fuck him.


“That’s it, baby boy. Give into me, give yourself to me.” Bucky dragged his hand down the boys’ back, nails digging in. Peter hissed and bucked back against him.


“All for you, only for you,” he whispered.


“Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” Bucky gripped his shoulder and pushed himself deeper inside of him before kissing the back of Peter’s neck.



When Peter awoke, he was alone, but that was how he usually woke up. Bucky would visit him and then be gone before morning. But since Bucky was actually living here with them, he had expected him to still be here in the morning.


Peter got up and got dressed, before heading downstairs. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat down on a stool at the island in the kitchen. He scooped a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, crunching down on it. Steve entered the kitchen, with Bucky following him. Steve poured a bowl of cereal for the winter soldier before sitting him down across from Peter. Then Bucky did something that surprised both Peter and Steve. He got up and moved around the island, before sitting beside Peter and beginning to eat. Steve shrugged and smiled at Peter before turning back to the fridge.


Peter glanced to Bucky, who continued to eat, his complete focus on his cereal. The younger man bit his lip and reached over slowly, placing his hand on Bucky’s leg. The older man didn’t react; not even when Peter started to stroke his thigh.


“Master,” Peter whispered to him, eyes flickering quickly to Steve who was still looking in the fridge. Bucky didn’t acknowledge his word or his thigh touching. The boy frowned and stroked a bit higher, running his fingers over Bucky’s covered prick. He didn’t know where his brain was at, he just wanted to get a reaction. Bucky pauses in his eating then and looked straight at Peter. And then he was getting up and leaving the room, before Peter could even speak. Steve flipped his eggs onto a plate and sat across from Peter.


“Don’t take it personally,” Steve told him. “He still hasn’t said a word to me.”


Peter made himself smile and nodded, “He hasn’t said anything... nothing about me?”


Steve gave him a strange look, “Why would he have said something about you?”


“Well, I meant- just anyone in general,” Peter sputtered. “Has he said anything about Tony?”


Steve started at him a moment longer, before he shook his head, “Nope. Not a single word about tony or you. He’s been through a lot, I don’t expect him to slide back into the loveable guy I grew up with.”


“What was he like, when you were growing up, I mean?” Peter asked around another mouthful of cereal.


“He was... kind hearted, always there for the little guy.” Steve smiled to himself, “And funny, like super hilarious without even trying. Even on my worse day he could make me laugh.”


Peter smiled a bit, watching Steve light up in front of him as he talked about his best friend. “It must have been horrible when you thought he had died,” the boy whispered.


Steve’s eyes darkened and he looked to Peter, “You cannot imagine the devastation and guilt that I experienced when I lost him.”


“I’m sorry.” Peter frowned, eating more.


“But then I found him and it...” Steve smiled again, “It was the best feeling in the world.”


“We’re you two ever... together?” Peter wondered.


“We were inseparable.” Steve looked to him.


“No, I mean like ‘together?’” Peter asked again.


“He’s asking if you two were special friends? Butt-buddies,” Tony said as he came into the room and went to the fridge to pull our orange juice. Steve glanced to Tony then back to Peter. He stared at him for a moment before his eyes widened and he choked on his eggs, coughing hard into his hand. Tony snorted and sipped juice from the bottle.


“No, we were- are just best friends, that’s it.” Steve’s face was beet red and he ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t even think Bucky’s into men.”


Peter made a face that Tony caught, but Steve didn’t because he had gone back to eating his breakfast.


“Do you know something, Peter?” Tony asked.


“Me? No! No, I don’t know anything. I have to- I have homework to do.” Peter finished his cereal quickly and fled from the kitchen, as tony and Steve shared a look.



Steve was beating his fists against the punching bag, panting softly but less than a normal human male would be. He hit the bag again. He was upset. He was pissed at Tony for making another move on Peter and angry at himself for not being there to help the boy. He hit the bag again, harder. His old friend who’s mind was messed up had been the one to step in and save the younger man, even though he didn’t know Peter. Steve hit the bag again, it swung back violently. He should have been the one to protect him, it should have been him. And where was he? Out gathering intel, not that that wasn’t important, but wasn’t Peter more important? How could he had just left him alone? Steve hit the bag harder and the chain holding it up broke, sending the bag across the room. He exhaled and ran a hand over his face.


“Anything you break, you buy and replace,” Tony’s voice came from the entrance to the room as he stepped through the automatic doors.


Steve sighed, heavily, “I know, Stark, thanks.” He thought that was the end of the conversation, but Tony didn’t leave. “What do you want, Tony?” Cap glanced at him.


“Why are you in such a sour mood?” Stark asked, stepping up in front of him.


“Just trying to contain the strong urge to beat your face in, that’s all.” Steve smiled bitterly at him.


“No.” Tony shook his head, “There’s more to it than that.” He locked eyes with Captain America, “Why do you care so much about Peter?”


“He’s a kid, Stark, and you’re sexually harassing him. Of course I’m going to stand up for him.” Steve rolled his eyes and went to go around Tony, but the younger man blocked his way.


“But why? You hardly know him.” Tony raised a dark brow.


“It doesn’t matter how well I know him; what matters is he isn’t safe around you, and I’ve overlooked that a lot because you’re my friend.. but, I don’t think we should stay here anymore.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest.


Tony stared at him for a whole minute before his eyes widened, “You like him,” he whispered.


“Of course I like him, Stark, he’s a good kid,” Steve said.


“Hide begins your denial all you want, Cap. But you have as much as a chance with Peter as I do, and that’s a fact.” Tony’s smile wasn’t nice.


“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve clenched his jaw.


“He’s not gonna go for either of us, not with your best friend walking around. I know you’ve seen the way Peter looks at him.” Tony raised both brows.


“So what if he has a crush? Bucky’s am attractive man.” Cap shrugged.


“Yeah, but he’s also only been here for a few days and you’ve been here.... what? A year?” Tony snorted. “Kind of sad if you ask me.”


“If he’s not interested in me, which I don’t care if he is or not, I’m not just going to force myself on him.” Steve rolled his eyes.


“Well, if you don’t care, answer me this,” Tony started. “Why did you immediately assume I was talking about Peter when I said that you like him?” Steve hesitated and paled slightly, causing Stark to laugh. “Because I’m right, aren’t I?”


“Go away, Stark.” Steve looked away.


“You may not act only our urges like I do... but then, what do you do with them?” Tony slid a hand up Cap’s chest and the taller man gripped his wrist. “Wouldn’t it be nice to be touched by a hand that didn’t belong to you?”


“Get your hand off me, Stark,” Cap gritted out.


“Come on, Cap. I’m betting you’ve been just as lonely as I have been.” Tony’s other hand reached out towards Steve’s crotch. Cap grabbed that wrist and cracked it back over Tony’s shoulder. Nothing broke, but the crack did sound like it hurt a lot. Tony grinned his teeth together, letting out a gasp.


Steve placed his mouth closer to Tony’s ear, “Next time you try that crap with me, I’ll take your arm right off.” He pushed the shorter man forward and Stark tumbled to the floor with a grunt. Steve left the room, as Tony lay on the ground panting and cradling his aching arm.



Peter was lying on his stomach when he felt the stroke of fingertips up his right side. He groaned softly, and blinked into the darkness. The hand smoothed over his bare ass and he bit his lip.


“I’ve prepped for you, master,” Peter whispered, softly, pushing his ass back. He was rewarded with a kiss on the back of his neck for his words. Another hand reached around and gripped his cock, causing Peter to freeze. Both hands were soft, and flesh, neither was metal. Peter panicked and jolted up, but was pushed back down against the bed.


“It’s okay, baby,” Tony shushed him, licking his earlobe.


“Get off me, Mr. Stark,” Peter said.


“I thought it was master?” Tony grinned against his ear. “Who were you waiting for? Just out of curiosity.” Peter didn’t say anything and Stark laughed, “Was it Cap?”


“Why would it have been Steve?” Peter wondered.


“Because he wants you just as much as I do,” Tony whispered.


“And yet he has more restraint,” the boy muttered. The insult earned him a finger up his ass and he groaned.


“Nice and wet.” Tony grinned, retracted his finger and ground against him an Peter froze as he felt the older man’s erection.


“You don’t have to do this,” Peter said.


“Oh? But I want too.” Tony lined himself up and Peter struggled under him.


“Please, Mr. Stark! Stop! I don’t want this!” Peter yelled. He hoped Steve would hear him. His heightened plea earned him a hard slap across his ass and he whimpered.


“Quiet, baby boy,” Tony hissed and pressed his tip against Peter’s entrance.


“No, please! Tony, please stop! Steve! Steve, help!” Peter’s shouts were met with silence and before he could make another noise, he had a hand wrapped around his throat. Peter choked and started to cry as the tip of Mr. Stark’s penis pressed inside of him.


Tony groaned, “You’re so tight and perfect,” he whispered, pressing deeper. Peter struggled underneath him, letting out a choked sob. Then Mr. Stark was gone and Peter heard a loud thud, followed by a grunt. It was too dark to see anything as grunts and thudding noises filled the air. Peter scrambled for his bedside lamp and turned it on. The noises had stopped and when Peter looked over, Bucky stood there, pinning Tony against the wall by his throat. Mr. Stark was gasping, clawing at the metal arm that held him. Before Peter could react, the door to his room was sliding open and Cap was stepping in to take in his surroundings.


“What the fuck is going on in here?” Steve snapped, looking from Bucky choking Tony to Peter.


“Language,” Tony gritted out and Bucky brought him off the wall a bit before slamming him back into it, his head hitting the plaster with a sickening thud.


“Mr. Stark assaulted me,” Peter said, finally. “I thought he was.... he was inside me already when Bucky pulled him off.” Steve turned a glare on Stark and crossed his arms over his chest.


“It was an honest mistake,” Tony hissed, hitting at the metal arm that held him.


“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t let him kill you, Stark,” Cap said.


“It was a mistake, I’ve been drinking, it won’t happen again.” Tony gasped as the soldier tightened his grip on his throat. “Please, Cap. Make him- make him stop.” Steve clenched his jaw, caught between his morals and his emotions. Finally, he sighed.


“Let him go, Buck,” he said. Bucky didn’t though, in fact Peter watched his fist close tighter around Stark’s throat. “Bucky, stop.” Cap frowned. Peter slid off the side of his bed, pulling on his boxers and walking over to them. He cautiously placed a hand on the metal arm, looking up at the soldiers blank expression.


“It’s okay, Bucky. Let Cap deal with him from here,” he whispered. The soldier let Stark go and the small man collapsed onto the floor, coughing and gasping. Tony didn’t have a moment to collect his thoughts before Steve was hauling him to his feet and dragging him out the door after punching in the code. A moment passed, neither Peter or Bucky saying anything. Then the Winter Soldier turned to exit the room.


“Wait! Please, stay!” Peter pleaded, frowning. The older man kept moving, Peter spoke again. “Why did you save me?”


The soldier stopped, hand hovering over the keypad that opened the door.


“You didn’t have to, but you did.” Peter stepped up beside him, placing a cautious hand on the metal arm, like he’d done moments ago and turning the man slightly towards him. The Winter Soldier looked down at him, expression blank and distant. “And whenever I- whenever I do something good, y-you reward me.” Peter bit his lip, his hands traveling to the front of the man’s sweatpants, loosening the strings. The soldier stared through him, not moving a single inch. “So, it’s only fair that I give you the same treatment, right?” Peter asked before he slid down to his knees, pulling the man’s sweatpants down over his hips. Peter watched Bucky’s face as he licked the tip of the soldier’s cock. Neither Bucky or his penis reacted; so Peter leaned in and sucked the head of the member into his mouth. Peter bobbed his head and grinned softly as he felt the dick in his mouth start to harden. Minutes later, when he pulled back though, it had gone soft again. Peter frowned a bit and went to lean back in, when the soldier stepped back. “Do you- do you want me to stop?” Peter asked, looking up at him. Bucky didn’t reply, move again or even look at him. The boy looked down as he got to his feet, “Thank you, for saving me,” he whispered before he moved back to his bed. He flicked off the light and lay on his stomach against the mattress. He listened as the code was typed in and the door opened, then there were footsteps and finally silence. Peter sighed, frowning again to himself before he closed his eyes. Suddenly his body was out in the cold air, his blanket being jerked away. He was being pulled back by his hips, his ass up and his boxers being torn away. “Bucky?” Peter whispered. The soldiers metal hand cupped his hip and he felt an erection against his ass. “Please, I want it, I want you,” Peter spoke softly. The soldier pressed inside of him with one hard thrust and Peter cried out against his pillow, open mouthed against the fabric. The Winter Soldier started to pound inside him, causing Peter to let out of a string of mews. The boy bucked his hips back against the man, gripping at the mattress underneath him. “Please, master. Make me cum.” Peter moaned.


Out in the hallway, Steve was walking back to Peter’s room to check on him. He raised his hand up to the keypad and heard Peter’s moan. Steve stopped, hand still hovering over the numbers. He listened, leaning a bit closer to the door.


“Please, make me cum, please master,” he heard Peter whine out. Cap felt guilty as his cock reacted to the words, growing hard. Who was in there with Peter? Okay, that was a dumb question as there was only one other person in the Stark tower. It had to be Bucky. Steve felt a wave of jealously crash into him and he frowned a bit. So, Peter had lied about how he knew Bucky, it didn’t matter. He was allowed to have his own life.. but did it have to be with someone who was a major part of Steve’s? “Harder, Bucky, please, I need it!” Peter’s voice cut through his train of thought and he found himself palming his erection. Steve closed his eyes as he listened to the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh start. He rubbed himself, picturing what he was hearing. Peter on his hands and knees, Bucky behind him pounding into his ass, the boys back arched, head bowed while he let out sounds of pleasure.


Steve bit his lip, grinding the heel of his palm against his cock.


Peter shuddered, his back arching, eyes squeezing shut, “I’m so close.” The second the soldier’s metal hand wrapped around his withering cock, he was done. Peter cried out, his hips jerking as he shot his load out onto the mattress beneath them.


Steve knew he’d never be able to get off that fast, he also knew he should go back to his room before he was caught. But he couldn’t seem to move as he listened to Peter ride out his orgasm, except to palm himself. Oh god, he was going to hell for this.


The Winter Soldier pulled out of Peter and came on the boys back without any noise. He then cleaned him up and pulled his sweatpants back on. He slid off the bed and went over to the door, opening it and leaving. Peter collapsed onto his side and fell asleep almost instantly.


Steve slightly jumped when the door to Peter’s room opened and Bucky stepped out. Steve swallowed and shamefully hid his painfully obvious erection. Bucky stared at him for a long moment, eyes dropping once to his lower half, before returning to his face. The long haired man finally turned and went down the hallway, disappearing around the corner. Steve exhaled, shook his head and quickly went to his bedroom.



Two days later, Tony left the tower to fly to Tokyo for some manufacturing business meeting. When Peter woke up and went into the kitchen, he guessed that Steve was out for his morning run and had probably brought Bucky with him. Peter poured himself a glass of juice before returning to the fridge and putting the jug back. He closed the door and sighed, closing his eyes as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. It was then when he was harshly pushed up against the front of the fridge, his chin knocking a bit painfully off the surface. He grunted and struggled for a moment, before coming to a halt when he felt a metal hand curve around his left hip. The soldier grazed his teeth against the side of Peter’s neck, causing the boy to shiver.


Steve was halfway across the kitchen when he noticed Bucky grinding up against Peter who was pressed against the fridge and pushing back against the older man, whimpering. He came to a sudden stop and slowly took one step back, ready to creep out because of how fast his cock hardened at the scene in front of him. On his second step back, his elbow knocked an apple off the counter. He cringed as it hit the floor; bringing all attention to him. Peter panted softly, blinking to focus on Steve. The Winter Soldier met Steve’s eyes and Cap swallowed hard.


“Uh, sorry. I just got back and came in to refill my water bottle, I, uh, I didn’t mean to interrupt you. Um...” Steve couldn’t help himself as his eyes dropped to the erection tenting Peter’s pants, he swallowed again, harder this time. “I should go and you guys can...” he realized his mistake right away, as his mind started to picture what they were going to do after he left the room.


Peter stayed silent, feeling a bit awkward. Tony’s words about how Steve wanted him as much as he did went through his mind. He’d be lying if he said he’d never thought of Steve like that, never thought about what he looked like underneath all those layers. He’d seen him working out one time last year in a tank top and sweats, and he had kept the image in his mind for him to use later in the shower that night. It just never occurred to him that someone that looked like that would be into someone that looked like him. The boy glanced back to the Winter Soldier, they shared a look before Bucky pushed off him and moved towards Steve.


Cap stayed frozen in place as he watched his childhood best friend descend on him like he was prey. “I should go,” he repeated, but made no move to leave. The Winter Soldier didn’t stop in front of him, instead he circled him and placed himself behind him. Steve swallowed hard, meeting Peter’s gaze as the big watched them with curiosity. Cap jumped slightly as he felt hands close around his hips and drag him back against the solid form they were attached to. He let himself be pulled back until he felt his best friends’ erection against his ass. The Winter Soldier paused before squeezing Steve’s hip with his right hand, pausing, and then doing the same with his left. Steve realized right away that he was being asked which hand, metal or flesh, he just wasn’t sure what that hand was going to do. “Left,” Cap’s voice was barely above a whisper. Then his sweatpants were being loosened, but not pushed down over his hips. The metal hand, Bucky’s left one, closed around Cap’s erection and gave a light tug. Steve shuddered against him, his breath catching in his throat. Peter watched, biting his lip. Both soldiers locked eyes with him as Bucky started to jerk Steve off. Cap groaned softly, bucking his hips, fucking himself into Bucky’s hand. The Winter Soldier bit his neck, and Steve shuddered against him once more. Peter started to touch himself through his pants, watching the men in front of him.


The boy let out a soft cry as he pushed two saliva soaked fingers into his ass and Steve moaned at the sound. The Winter Soldier did not make any noises of pleasure, his breathing was even normal. That frustrated Peter a bit, because it was hard to tell if he was enjoying himself or not. Peter gripped at his balls, tugging on them gently with a moan. The Winter Soldier’s metal arm sped up, pumping Steve’s cock quicker. Steve groaned and pressed back into his best friend.


“I’m going to cum,” Steve announced, eyes locking with Peter’s once more. Peter looked to the Winter Soldier and that was all he really need to do to get the message. The boy moved towards them, getting down on his knees in front of Cap who looked down at him, puzzled. The long haired man pulled Steve’s cock from his sweats and began stroking it above Peter’s now open mouth. Steve came then, with a shout, shooting his load onto Peter’s face, getting some but not all of his semen into his mouth. The boy swallowed what he couldn’t before getting to his feet. Steve panted hard and leaned back against the counter as Bucky moved around him to get to Peter. The Winter Soldier pulled Peter over to the other side of the kitchen and bent him over the island in the center of the room, so he was facing Steve. The soldier spat into his hand, stroking his cock before yanking down Peter’s pants and pushing inside of him.


“Shit,” Peter murmured under his breath, gripping at the counter in front of him. Steve watched them, still in a haze from the orgasm crashing down on him and the image of Peter getting covered with his cum. Even now his childhood friend stared at him while he fucked into the boy. Peter pushed back against the Winter Soldier, wanting more. “Harder, please master,” Peter said, bucking his hips back the deeper the already quite deep thrusts that the metal armed man was giving him.


On the word master, Steve’s cock started to harden again and he palmed at it. Steve’s phone ran suddenly and he scrambled for it, reading the caller ID. It was Natasha, which meant it was important. He glanced to Bucky and Peter. The Winter Soldier nodded briefly at him before he slid a hand around Peter’s mouth, muffling the boys voices of pleasure. Steve presses the talk button on the phone, bringing it up to his ear.


“What is it?” He asked. He made a slight face when he heard how breathy his own voice had come out.


“Is this a bad time?” Natasha whispered into the phone.


“No. Did you find something new?” Steve wondered. There was a staticky feedback on her side of the phone and he had to listen harder to hear her response.


“I’m undercover. I haven’t found anything new, but I wanted to let you know that I’m going to be unable to reach out or meet up for the next few days,” Nat told him.


Steve frowned, turning his eyes away from Bucky and Peter, “Are you alright?”


“I’m fine, Steve. I just didn’t want you to worry.” Natasha had a smile in her voice.


“Contact me when you’ve surfaced to let me know that everything’s okay, alright?” Cap rubbed the bridge of his nose. There was more static on her side for a moment before she answered.


“Understood. Talk to you soon,” Natasha whispered before hanging up the phone.


Steve turned back to his best friend and Peter just in time to watch the boy grip at the counter harshly, shudder even harder and cum. Bucky continued to fuck the boy, but didn’t say anything and move jerkily in the least - Steve was kind of impressed at that one - as he arrived as well. The Winter Soldier cleaned up the counter before cleaning himself and Peter. Bucky dressed and then left the room, without a single word. Steve looked back to Peter, who was panting hard.


The boy smiled at him a bit, “Don’t take it too personally, he hadn’t spoken to me either.”


Steve broke out into laughter, shaking his head, “Do you want to watch a movie?”


“Sure.” Peter’s smile widened and he grabbed his glass of juice off the counter, before joining Steve in his he living room where the television was.



Tony got in the morning after at about 3am and immediately, and quietly made his way towards Peter’s room. It wasn’t that he hadn’t learned his lesson, he just didn’t have a lesson to learn. Not in his eyes, anyways. Peter had always been a tease with him; always so close but so far away. He was always walking around in boxers or jeans that showed off the curve of that tight ass. Sometimes Peter let go and even smiled uneasily at Tony, clearly being flirtatious. The young boy was obviously just shy and didn’t want to give in to his deeper, darker desires.


Tony turned around the corner, sipping whisky from his flask before slipping it back into his jacket. He swallowed the remains of his chewed up Tic-Tac as he stepped into the hallway where the room he had given Peter was. His eyes flickered up immediately, noticing that the hall wasn’t empty. The Winter Soldier stood there, arms crossed. Clearly waiting for him, unfortunately. Tony came to a halt, narrowing his eyes.


“I just got back,” he said, playing panic off and starting to walk down the hall again. “I was hoping to wish Peter good night, even though I’m arriving later than I thought I would be.” Stark paused at the taller man’s side, patting his shoulder, “You understand, right Barnes?” Tony smiled.


The Winter Soldier gripped Starks’ wrist and twisted his arm back, painfully, causing Tony to cry out in pain.


“Who the fuck do you think you-” he didn’t get to finish. The long haired man used the leverage he had with his arm to shove Tony up against the wall. The shorter man hit his chin off the plaster with a grunt, but turned himself around, instantly. Stark punched the other man across the face, but the soldier showed no pain, no acknowledgement, and no reaction. The metal hand shot out and gripped at the younger man’s throat, tightening around his jugular. Tony choked, but gasped out a chuckle, “You won’t kill me. Peter stopped you last time-” he paused to wheeze- “You’re loyal to your sub, Mr. Master.” His voice was venomous; thick with jealousy and hatred.


The Winter Soldier did not answer, only tilted his head to the right with his eyes still blank and distant. Then a smile ghosted over his lips and it terrified Tony. The last week or so since Steve’s ‘best friend’ (Tony was sure they’d been more than that) had been here, there had been no reactions whatsoever. There had been no replies, no speech, no clue that this metal, one armed man was actually using his pea sized (Tony assumed) brain. But right now... he knew, there’d been something brewing in that small brain.


The Winter Soldier threw him to the floor, roughly, and Tony went to get up, but was met with a boot pressing him back down. The man was on him in seconds, shoving down his jeans.


“What- what do you think you’re doing?” Tony struggled to get away, but was held down by cold metal hand. The soldier of course didn’t answer, and Stark felt something hard slip inside of him. “I don’t think so.” Tony shook his head, reaching for his watch to activate his suit. The older man stopped him, tearing off his bracelet defense and crushing it with his fleshed hand. The Winter Soldier thrusted into him, raw and dry, causing Tony to cry out in pain. He’d never been fucked by someone, anyone, before. It hurt, it was agonizing. Tony shifted underneath him again, trying to break free, but it was no use. A metal arm clapped down on his mouth as he was fucked harder, his limp dick dragging painfully against the floor.


“Nothing to say?” Tony gritted out, even though he was in unimaginable pain. The Winter Soldier plowed into him deeper, inspired, seemingly, by his choice of words. Stark pushed against him, groaning.


The metal hand gripped at his throat tightly, and he imagined a laugh but never heard a sound. The soldier started to pound inside him, quickening his pace. Tony struggles again at him, “No! Let me free! I don’t deserve this!”


The Winter Soldier fucked him harder, splitting him open, he felt himself start to bleed. The long haired man came inside of Tony, who whimpered but was unable to fight without his suit. Stark frowned at himself for being so weak, as the soldier cleaned up and left.


Tony panted softly on the floor, gripping at the tiles. He stayed like that for what seemed like hours, breathing onto the floor, making small marks that would disappear within seconds. Suddenly he was being helped to his feet and when he looked up, after gathering his thoughts, he saw that his saviour was Steve.


Iron Man smiled, “Thank you.”


Steve smiled a bit, and then Stark felt a sharp pain inside him. Tony assumed it was the semen entering him completely.


“You crossed a line, Tony,” Steve said. “How am I supposed to trust you now?”


“You can trust me.” Tony went to smile again, but had to glance down because of the pain. He saw blood, a lot of blood. He looked back up at Steve.


Cap twisted the blade that was currently inside of his friend, “I told you to stay away from Peter,” he said.


“I couldn’t help myself,” Tony choked out.


“I helped myself.” Steve drove the blade deeper, “Peter deserves more than you.”


Tony coughed, “You lived with him, but did you ever once think about me?” He asked.


Steve swallowed, hard, “Not once.”


Tony’s jaw clenched, “Then why didn’t you hit anything major?” He was referring to the position of the blade.


“Because this is your last warning,” Steve whispered. “Although I’m sure you won’t try anything again after what Bucky just did. But you can think about all that during your time in the hospital.” Steve jerked the blade out of the shorter man and Tony leaned back against the wall, sliding down it. He watched as Steve slowly slid Tony’s his phone from his pocket and dialled 9-1-1, before tapping the speaker and tossing it onto Tony. “I know you’ll make the right choice,” Cap said, before leaving the hallway.