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“You didn’t take it.”
Barnes was staring at him, eyes wide-lost-hurt. But more than that. Intense. More intense than Zemo had ever seen directed at him.
He took a long, steadying breath, licking his lips and rubbing his chin to buy himself time to answer. His head was still throbbing from Walker’s little trick with the shield. “Ah… the serum, you mean? No. No I didn’t.”
“They were sitting there. Loaded. Ready to go. And you-”
“I smashed them. Yes, James. Every one.” Not that he hadn’t been tempted. Not that he didn’t feel sick from how close that temptation had come to reality. Still, he sounded satisfied with that, whatever it meant for Barnes.
There were suddenly fists grabbing his shirt and he winced, preparing himself for violence- slammed back against the nearest surface.
He waited, and waited, for a blow that didn’t come.
“... James? What are you-”
“Shut up.”
He heard, rather than felt, his belt unhook.
The Baron was stunned into silence, uncurling from where he’d cringed away; Barnes was yanking at the button of his slacks with rough fingers, the zipper following fast after. He practically fell to his knees, aggressive and rough; shoving away Zemo’s hand as the man tried to catch at his wrist.
“I- I… I do not understand.” He was not a stuttering man, generally, but he cocked his head to the side as he looked down at the soldier. Surprised that he could still surprise him, after all this time. He tried again to grab at his hands, to stop him, to get him to wait and explain himself.
Vibranium wrapped sharply around his wrist. Bucky looked up at him with a burning intensity behind those haunted grey-blue eyes.
“Do you want your dick sucked or not?”
“Wh- well. It's. I wasn’t aware that was an option.”
“You think I’m down here for my health?” A bitter laugh, snorting, as he freed his cock. He was still soft, confusion overwhelming arousal- until, at least, he looked down to see Bucky with his vibranium fingers wrapped around his length. Staring at his cock, giving a wry smile, the bastard. Like he
approved.
Not that Zemo cared, what use would he have for Bucky’s approval on any matter, let alone the size or shape of him?
Zemo shoved uselessly at his shoulders, but it was like trying to move a wall- absolutely unyielding. Still, the sensation of cold, living metal against his skin, the way the soldier dipped his head and parted full red lips; brushing his tongue out and giving light, teasing licks to the skin- was… was….
“What is this? Please.” Zemo questioned- he knew when to dapple in the deference now and again. Nothing put people off balance so much as a little humility.
“You didn’t take the serum. You could have and you didn’t. And I’m…”
“Aroused? Confused? In love? Turned on?” Zemo offered, helpfully.
“
Grateful.”
Came the flat correction, Bucky parting his lips and drawing his half-hard length into the red swell of his lips. That knocked a gasp out of him; he’d known he wanted to fuck (or be fucked by, he wasn’t particularly choosy) the Winter Soldier since he’d first made him the barrel of his plan all those years ago. But taking advantage of the Soldier seemed… evil. Barnes had been through enough, he was a means to an end, a tool and nothing else.
But he knew his face, knew the musculature of his body down to each vein, knew the precise size and weight and measure of him. Knew how easily he could crush him- shatter his pelvis, crush his windpipe, snap his neck with trivial effort. He knew Sergeant James Buchannan Barnes had been beautiful long before the serum had had its way with him- before time and Hydra, humiliation, abuse, and time had ravaged him.
It was different from the clinical drawing and pictures, to see him like this. Raw and alive and willing, wanting, asking for it.
Zemo was almost touched.
And then Bucky drew him into his mouth and he lost any train of coherent thought he’d had.
“There are, ah- other ways to show gratitude, you know. A flower arrangement or, ah- hnnn…”
He pulled free with a vulgar pop, a line of saliva from the head of his cock to his mouth, and he licked it clean.
“I like my way. You want me to stop?”
“No- ah. No. I did not say that.”
“Hm.” Bucky chuckled with satisfaction, and he turned back to the task at hand- bobbing his head over Zemo’s cock, fast, hard, confident. His cheeks hollowed around him, the heavy weight on his tongue. He was a vision, on his knees in his tight leather jacket- he’d not bothered undressing and that was a pity because he would have liked to see it, to commit it to memory. His fingers at Barnes’ shoulders were clinging now rather than trying to push away.
His mouth was impossibly hot, and silken; and he pushed himself harder and faster, taking down inch after inch. He twisted wrong, once, and gagged on it- but didn’t stop. The vulgar choking, swallowing, gagging noises filling the air. He swallowed down his length like he couldn’t get enough, his black-clad thighs spread, the fabric over them stretched taut.
He was so broad, so powerful. Zemo shifted his fingers into the soldier’s hair, what was left of it, and grabbed a fistful. Bucky moaned, shameless- a whimpering noise that Zemo knew well. He’d seen the tapes. But in person it was better. Bucky was better, he thought, than the Winter Soldier. And, feeling the way he bent into the palm of his hand- he
trusted him
which was the more shocking revelation by far. At least now, in this moment.
“Ah- Barnes…” He breathed, head hitting the cabinet behind him. He was braced by his shoulders against the wall, his hips tugged forward by the insistent man swallowing down his cock, over and over again, his hips stuttering into the attention. He was still fully dressed, his coat almost oppressively hot where it dangled behind him. His whole world reduced to that moment, no screaming in his head, just red hot pleasure and Barnes’ lips and throat spread for him, filling him again and again…
They were writhing against each other, and Zemo opened a lazy eye; seeing Bucky’s hips rocking in time, the bulge straining against the fabric was unconcealable. He was only inches away, so in a fit of his endless, inescapable curiosity, the Baron pushed his boot forward til the edge brushed his need.
To his absolute delight, Bucky simply moaned around his cock- spread his thighs wider despite himself, and bucked into the contact. Too turned on to be shy, or just shame burned out of him at the hands of Hydra agents, who could be sure. But it was vulgar, animal- the way his arms fell down to his sides, prepared, ready to be good. To take what he was given.
Zemo felt the moan punch out of him, shuddering and heady. He wasn’t tempted by the serum, he never had been, but he
was
tempted by the Winter Soldier. Such power, such control. A perfect play thing. But all that and free will too was… was….
He shifted, pressing his boot roughly between the soldier’s thighs. Bucky keened around his cock, blue eyes watering as he rutted into it.
Well, he’d never claimed to be a good man.
The sight of him, the way his corded muscles bent and strained and writhed with it; spit and precum slicking his stubbled chin, his throat stretched as he swallowed him down again and again- it was too much. Each roll of his hips, stuttering and desperate as he ground his cock into the black leather boot between his thighs, was intoxicating. He could imagine, could see, the muscles working. Like a well-oiled machine.
That was an idea for another time. If there would be another time.
“Ah, god that’s good. Were you like this before Hydra got in your head, Barnes?”
He put his full weight behind his boot, pushing off from the wall, practically crushing his cock- Bucky just let out a tragic, desperate whine, rutting into it.
“Will you come, just like that? Under my boot, around my cock? You could, I think. Do you need my permission first, mm?” There was a desperate little nod, and the effort made him choke. He pulled free, licking spit off his lips, looking up at him. Insolent, offended, desperately aroused. His eyes were rimmed in red, dark circles more pronounced, a few traces of tears on his cheeks. Pretty and ruined and flushed, his lips bruised from his own impatience.
“I’d like you to. I’d like you to share that with me. Can you do that for me,
soldat?
”
“I’m not him anymore.”
He forced himself to take each inch of Zemo’s length, swallowing him down til he could brush his nose against the soft line of his stomach. His mouth stretched vulgarly around him, surging into it.
Zemo crushed down, grabbed a fistful of Bucky’s hair and fucked into his face- taking him, using him, whatever he wanted. It was that that finally pushed him over the edge, refusing to wait for Zemo’s
permission
. His eyes shot wide with panic but he couldn’t pull free with a fist in his hair, so breathless pleasure mounted and mounted, the feeling of being used, stepped on, wanted- that he’d
kept his word
and they’d
done it
and yes there right like that yes please- rutting and rocking into the boot until pleasure crested and his vision went white, desperate for air, pleasure coursing white-hot through his body as he came in his tactical gear.
The convict wasn’t far behind, forcing his head down as he watched Bucky stutter and writhe; heard the broken, delicious gasp as he got off on it. That was all it took, those cries punched out of him, and then Zemo was coming as well- pulsing hot come deep into his throat. Eyes shut, head tilted back, so hard it was nearly entirely silent.
Bucky pulled off roughly when it was done, and Zemo slumped back against the cabinet, off balance and dizzy. His head was throbbing from the near concussion and the blinding orgasm in rapid succession. Barely registered as Bucky swallowed shamelessly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and getting to his feet.
Like it was nothing.
“Like I said. … Thanks. For keeping your word.”
“.... if this is the reward every time I keep my word, James, perhaps I should lie to you less often.”
There was no response, just a snort, and Bucky walked away to clean up.
“Do you…. Want some rose hip tea….?” He called after him, but all he could hear was the running shower.