Brock Rumlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
comesfrompain) wrote2016-07-07 10:55 pm
comesfrompain) wrote2016-07-07 10:55 pm
[ to-do list ]
1) Put Rogers' head on a spike
2) Take over Hell
3) Unbreak Bucky's dick
4) Buy milk
1) Put Rogers' head on a spike
2) Take over Hell
3) Unbreak Bucky's dick
4) Buy milk
[Aww. Chase you're such a good friend to Kenzi. It's gross.
Nah, it's actually pretty admirable. A good show of loyalty. Still takes Rumlow a few minutes before he replies.]
Not really trying to flirt with her, but. I mean, that's showing a lot of loyalty to her, kid. You sure you're not just jealous?
[He's kidding.]
Nah, it's actually pretty admirable. A good show of loyalty. Still takes Rumlow a few minutes before he replies.]
Not really trying to flirt with her, but. I mean, that's showing a lot of loyalty to her, kid. You sure you're not just jealous?
[He's kidding.]
[As a general rule, they never met up at work. It was better to keep work-home life separate for the purpose, but it had been a hard shift for some reason so he made an exception to the rule that he followed. The downside to sleeping with someone after so long without was actually hitting the point of wanting to be with them more than he should.
Still, when Rumlow clocked in to the start the 'day shift', he promptly made his appearance, keeping his eyes north of the clavicles.]
Sir, there appears to be a disturbance to your office that was noted. I'd like you to come with me and report if anything is missing of your effects.
[All business. Rumlow would hopefully not see this coming before the trap was sprung.]
Still, when Rumlow clocked in to the start the 'day shift', he promptly made his appearance, keeping his eyes north of the clavicles.]
Sir, there appears to be a disturbance to your office that was noted. I'd like you to come with me and report if anything is missing of your effects.
[All business. Rumlow would hopefully not see this coming before the trap was sprung.]
oh come on, you know what you're doing :\
jealous? LMAO gross. kenzi's my bff AND she's a girl
jealous? LMAO gross. kenzi's my bff AND she's a girl
Yeah, you do like dick a little too much. Even if you've gotta admit she's got a fine ass.
hey you can't like it TOO MUCH! but she does have a nice ass
WHICH IS BESIDE THE POINT!
stop making her sad by being a clit tease
WHICH IS BESIDE THE POINT!
stop making her sad by being a clit tease
Kenzi's a big girl. Why're you coming to protect her vag from me anyway? You gonna offer me something?
because she won't do it herself! and if she tried, she'd probably fold the second you flashed your abs
you wouldn't stop just to make YOUR FRIEND KENZI happy?
you wouldn't stop just to make YOUR FRIEND KENZI happy?
[It was a surprise to see Bucky here, of all places. It was a kind of unspoken rule that they didn't meet up at work unless absolutely necessary. A rare case too, since they could always message on the hellnet. His brows furrowed and his concern grew deeper as Bucky spoke. It wasn't that he kept anything particularly important in his office, but it was still disconcerting to find out it had been broken into.
This was clearly a matter of security -- Bucky's actual job, so Rumlow started up towards his office, already trying to run through a list of possible culprits. Was he going to have to put a bullet in someone's brain?]
Thanks for letting me know. Any leads on who?
This was clearly a matter of security -- Bucky's actual job, so Rumlow started up towards his office, already trying to run through a list of possible culprits. Was he going to have to put a bullet in someone's brain?]
Thanks for letting me know. Any leads on who?
[This was a risk; he knew it was. The problem was that there was also a certain thrill in doing this, fudging the numbers of his job in order to legitimately earn a moment alone with Rumlow in Brimstone. He didn't want to wait until hours later when his commander would come home from a long day at the office.
Still, he followed at Rumlow's elbow, trusting his commander could walk to his own office without him being in the lead. He ghosted along, looking for people individuals who might to be watching them too closely. No one that he could tell.
The door to Rumlow's office looked forced, small damage around the lock, subtle but obvious for one of their trade.] We have a short-list of demons that we're considering, but it would be best to know what we are looking for, if anything. Lost items found on our list of suspects would mean guilt.
Still, he followed at Rumlow's elbow, trusting his commander could walk to his own office without him being in the lead. He ghosted along, looking for people individuals who might to be watching them too closely. No one that he could tell.
The door to Rumlow's office looked forced, small damage around the lock, subtle but obvious for one of their trade.] We have a short-list of demons that we're considering, but it would be best to know what we are looking for, if anything. Lost items found on our list of suspects would mean guilt.
[She totally would. She's so easy, it's incredible.]
She seems plenty happy when she sees my abs.
She seems plenty happy when she sees my abs.
yeah? then she gets all sad and starts pining for you
and then i have to distract her and cheer her up!
SO STOP IT
and then i have to distract her and cheer her up!
SO STOP IT
Roger that.
[Rumlow had already switched to mission mode. He looked at the door, considering that this had to be the work of someone with far more technique than the average demon. He pushed open the door and walked inside. He looked around, but nothing obvious stood out to him. Approaching his desk, Rumlow touched nothing, only looking.
Everything seemed to be in the right place, but he still had drawers, and more importantly, his computer. If files had been taken and copied, he wasn't sure he could trace it. Though, most of his files were kept on a network drive, so why bother hacking his in particular? Rumlow stood there, staring, as he thought.]
[Rumlow had already switched to mission mode. He looked at the door, considering that this had to be the work of someone with far more technique than the average demon. He pushed open the door and walked inside. He looked around, but nothing obvious stood out to him. Approaching his desk, Rumlow touched nothing, only looking.
Everything seemed to be in the right place, but he still had drawers, and more importantly, his computer. If files had been taken and copied, he wasn't sure he could trace it. Though, most of his files were kept on a network drive, so why bother hacking his in particular? Rumlow stood there, staring, as he thought.]
Hate to break it to you, but this is a pretty typical reaction to a break up. Even if we weren't dating.
[The Soldier followed Rumlow inside, closing the door quietly and resetting the lock. The blinds had been closed from his commander's last shift, no doubt for the air of privacy that came with the need to torture demons now and again wherever it was that Rumlow felt comfortable.
He itched to be close, but instead, he moved quietly and slowly closer until he was directly behind Rumlow. He leaned in, able to smell the man with a caress of his nose up the back of Rumlow's neck and then snapped his hands out to grab his commander and force Rumlow down onto the desk where he could just lay on the man.]
I needed to see you. Don't be angry. [He didn't care what it looked like; he was kissing and sucking on the back of Rumlow's neck, grinding himself with a desperate eagerness.]
He itched to be close, but instead, he moved quietly and slowly closer until he was directly behind Rumlow. He leaned in, able to smell the man with a caress of his nose up the back of Rumlow's neck and then snapped his hands out to grab his commander and force Rumlow down onto the desk where he could just lay on the man.]
I needed to see you. Don't be angry. [He didn't care what it looked like; he was kissing and sucking on the back of Rumlow's neck, grinding himself with a desperate eagerness.]
yeah well this wouldn't keep happening if you'd stop flirting with her
you want me to offer something to make you treat her right? FINE.
i'll join your little club. +1 witch to your suicide mission
you want me to offer something to make you treat her right? FINE.
i'll join your little club. +1 witch to your suicide mission
[Oh really? Now there's a bargain Rumlow can get behind.]
You'd do that for her? Damn. You care about her more than I thought. Good on you, Chase. Deal. I'll do my best to rein in my flirtation. No more ab photos. Can't stop her from thirsting when we're sparring or anything, but I won't exacerbate it.
You'd do that for her? Damn. You care about her more than I thought. Good on you, Chase. Deal. I'll do my best to rein in my flirtation. No more ab photos. Can't stop her from thirsting when we're sparring or anything, but I won't exacerbate it.
she's the only person i'd do it for
good. thanks. that's all i wanted
good. thanks. that's all i wanted
Edited 2017-01-03 05:05 (UTC)
[Guard let down with Bucky in the room, Rumlow didn't even suspect. Too lost in his thoughts to hear the lock click, or feel him come up behind him until the ghost of breath touched the back of his neck. Hairs raised and Rumlow felt himself tense, but it was too late.
His thighs hit the desk first, then his hands, trying to keep himself from smashing his face into the keyboard. Fingernails digging into the wood, he shoved the tech away, trying to push himself back up. Not much point of it though, Bucky was always going to be stronger than him. Rumlow was about to try teleporting when he felt Bucky's mouth against him, words getting through the fog of sudden adrenaline.]
Needed to see me?
[He asked, aware that he sounded like an idiot. He felt that rutting pressure against his ass and Rumlow swallowed heavy, feeling his Adam's apple bob against the desk. The apparent danger was over, but his pulse still beat quickly. Shifting gears, he pushed back against Bucky, hand reaching up to gather in the hair at his nape.]
Why?
His thighs hit the desk first, then his hands, trying to keep himself from smashing his face into the keyboard. Fingernails digging into the wood, he shoved the tech away, trying to push himself back up. Not much point of it though, Bucky was always going to be stronger than him. Rumlow was about to try teleporting when he felt Bucky's mouth against him, words getting through the fog of sudden adrenaline.]
Needed to see me?
[He asked, aware that he sounded like an idiot. He felt that rutting pressure against his ass and Rumlow swallowed heavy, feeling his Adam's apple bob against the desk. The apparent danger was over, but his pulse still beat quickly. Shifting gears, he pushed back against Bucky, hand reaching up to gather in the hair at his nape.]
Why?
She means a lot to me too. But you're welcome.
[Perhaps he should have given more warning to his ruse, especially when Rumlow seemed about ready to clear the desk. It had been stupid, he thought, but he couldn't help the relief at having made this excuse to see his commander. It would never be able to be employed as a tactic again, so he was going to relish every single second he had pressing Rumlow to the desk.]
Our shifts are opposite, and I didn't want to go the rest of the day not seeing you. I missed you. [That wasn't the only reason, just the main one. The problem was that thoughts of Rumlow now often took him down an inappropriate path, and he didn't yet want to throw his mind away from the delicious erotic nature of it.
His metal hand rose, burying itself in Rumlow's hair as his flesh hand wormed around between Rumlow's body and the desk.]
I was... thinking about you, and it was very hot. I wanted you to know that.
Our shifts are opposite, and I didn't want to go the rest of the day not seeing you. I missed you. [That wasn't the only reason, just the main one. The problem was that thoughts of Rumlow now often took him down an inappropriate path, and he didn't yet want to throw his mind away from the delicious erotic nature of it.
His metal hand rose, burying itself in Rumlow's hair as his flesh hand wormed around between Rumlow's body and the desk.]
I was... thinking about you, and it was very hot. I wanted you to know that.
Fuck.
[Rumlow growled out, still pinned against the desk. So this was his reward for finally break Bucky of his programming, he thought. Fucking him as often as he had since their momentous date wasn't enough, apparently. Rumlow wasn't complaining, even if he was pretty sure he was gonna have a bruise on his hips, the way Bucky was grinding him into the desk. He pulled at Bucky's hair, groaning as his own was toyed with in turn.
He lifted his body as best he could, trying to let Bucky's roaming hand find whatever it was looking for. Pressed his ass back against him more, but Hell. How was that a problem?]
What were you thinking?
[He asked, feeling his own body get hot. Wouldn't be the first time he'd be getting off in his office.]
[Rumlow growled out, still pinned against the desk. So this was his reward for finally break Bucky of his programming, he thought. Fucking him as often as he had since their momentous date wasn't enough, apparently. Rumlow wasn't complaining, even if he was pretty sure he was gonna have a bruise on his hips, the way Bucky was grinding him into the desk. He pulled at Bucky's hair, groaning as his own was toyed with in turn.
He lifted his body as best he could, trying to let Bucky's roaming hand find whatever it was looking for. Pressed his ass back against him more, but Hell. How was that a problem?]
What were you thinking?
[He asked, feeling his own body get hot. Wouldn't be the first time he'd be getting off in his office.]
[His head was forced to move with the pull or risk losing some hair to Rumlow's grip, but the burn to his scalp was only encouraging as he smacked his groin into his commander's ass harder All those frustrations and the scattered distracting thoughts were put to ease, ordered out of disarrayed fantasies that were now a reality that he was living.
He carefully avoided Rumlow's horns right now, giving a sharper pull to his commander's thick hair and he only pressed his chest harder to Rumlow's back so the man couldn't escape him. He had worked hard for this, and he had taken a risk to make it happen.]
How much I wanted your body under mine. I wanted to hear you swear and groan. [He was whispering that in Rumlow's ear, his deep voice dipping with the rising excitement of the moment.]
Are you going to send me away?
He carefully avoided Rumlow's horns right now, giving a sharper pull to his commander's thick hair and he only pressed his chest harder to Rumlow's back so the man couldn't escape him. He had worked hard for this, and he had taken a risk to make it happen.]
How much I wanted your body under mine. I wanted to hear you swear and groan. [He was whispering that in Rumlow's ear, his deep voice dipping with the rising excitement of the moment.]
Are you going to send me away?
[Another hissed out curse escaped Rumlow's lips when Bucky told him. The pressure of his weight keeping him trapped between the immovable desk and Bucky's equally hard body kept growing, pitching his adrenaline to a level even higher than before. He lost his grip on Bucky's hair, his head tipping to move with the pull to his own. He groaned low, guttural, bucking his hips back roughly.]
The fuck would I send you away?
[He asked, letting out a coarse laugh. His eyes looked wild as he peered out of his peripheral, trying to see what kind of expression Bucky wore. His dick was quickly stiffening, pressing at the fabric of his inseam. God, he was into this shit, and now that Bucky could actually go all the way, Rumlow was damn eager to see what he'd try next.]
The fuck would I send you away?
[He asked, letting out a coarse laugh. His eyes looked wild as he peered out of his peripheral, trying to see what kind of expression Bucky wore. His dick was quickly stiffening, pressing at the fabric of his inseam. God, he was into this shit, and now that Bucky could actually go all the way, Rumlow was damn eager to see what he'd try next.]
[His fingers clenched in Rumlow's hair again, all for another sharp pull on his commander's scalp as his flesh hand gripped Rumlow's thigh with fingers meant to bruise, meant to mark. He was not possessive by nature, but he was hard pressed not to enjoy leaving some sign that what he and Rumlow had was uniquely theirs.]
Because I'm breaking the rules. We aren't meant to be seen together, but the blinds are closed and I've calculated for how long it would take to search your office.
[His mouth leaned down, teeth grabbing the lobe of Rumlow's ear and giving it a sharp tug. He was, by now, tenting his own work trousers, rubbing himself between Rumlow's ass cheeks.]
But I figured if I gagged you, no one would know I was having my way with you.
Because I'm breaking the rules. We aren't meant to be seen together, but the blinds are closed and I've calculated for how long it would take to search your office.
[His mouth leaned down, teeth grabbing the lobe of Rumlow's ear and giving it a sharp tug. He was, by now, tenting his own work trousers, rubbing himself between Rumlow's ass cheeks.]
But I figured if I gagged you, no one would know I was having my way with you.
'S always a time for breaking rules...
[Rumlow muttered, half to himself. This was less a time for critical thought, it seemed. It was tough, anyway, when Bucky was pulling his hair, bruising at his thigh, teeth sinking into his ear. The pain shot through him, culminating in a molten heat that swelled in his cock. It was all to easy to picture Bucky gagging him -- with a swathe of cloth, perhaps, leaving him to moan ragged into the fabric.
Fuck, he thought again as the hard line of Bucky's dick pressed against him. Rumlow snaked a hand back to reach for him, fingers catching on Bucky's pants and tugging forward. He swallowed again, halfway through a moan, as if to spite Bucky's thought of silencing him.]
Well, you fuckin' got me... what're you gonna do with me?
[Rumlow muttered, half to himself. This was less a time for critical thought, it seemed. It was tough, anyway, when Bucky was pulling his hair, bruising at his thigh, teeth sinking into his ear. The pain shot through him, culminating in a molten heat that swelled in his cock. It was all to easy to picture Bucky gagging him -- with a swathe of cloth, perhaps, leaving him to moan ragged into the fabric.
Fuck, he thought again as the hard line of Bucky's dick pressed against him. Rumlow snaked a hand back to reach for him, fingers catching on Bucky's pants and tugging forward. He swallowed again, halfway through a moan, as if to spite Bucky's thought of silencing him.]
Well, you fuckin' got me... what're you gonna do with me?
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