[The moment began to calm. Rumlow could feel Bucky begin to relax, begin to accept him. Override the programming that had him trying to escape and avoid the horrors of punishment that Bucky dreaded. Rumlow smiled a little at the kiss, but as the blood rushing in his ears subsided, he began to hear the others. The wall around them crumbled and Rumlow's ears pricked at the mutterings of their demonic observers.
His hands swept up Bucky's back and bunched in his shirt, then his hair. He tipped his head back, nose nuzzling against his face, the rough of his stubble until his mouth found his. The kiss was soft, it was brief. Much as he wanted to dive into something more passionate, for once he wasn't glad to have an audience.]
I do.
[His tail flicked and the long barbs shot out, menacing in the dark of the alleyway. Rumlow stepped back, carefully drawing Bucky's hands from his shirt. It was stained in blood already, what was getting a little more on it? He looked into Bucky's eyes, a certain fierceness reflected in his own. Like Hell was he going to let these pieces of shit mock what they had.
He meant it when he said he'd rule. And what better way to do so then putting the masses in their place? Rumlow bared his teeth and crack, vanished in a cloud of black. When he reappeared, it was in the midst of the crowd, tail whipping around like a flail, barbs stabbing into bodies. Flicking a knife from his pocket, Rumlow brought that into the fray, punching with one fist, stabbing with the other. Arterial spray arched through the air and spattered on Rumlow's face.]
Get fucked.
[He growled, shoving the blade underneath a demon's chin and watching his eyes roll back and shut.]
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His hands swept up Bucky's back and bunched in his shirt, then his hair. He tipped his head back, nose nuzzling against his face, the rough of his stubble until his mouth found his. The kiss was soft, it was brief. Much as he wanted to dive into something more passionate, for once he wasn't glad to have an audience.]
I do.
[His tail flicked and the long barbs shot out, menacing in the dark of the alleyway. Rumlow stepped back, carefully drawing Bucky's hands from his shirt. It was stained in blood already, what was getting a little more on it? He looked into Bucky's eyes, a certain fierceness reflected in his own. Like Hell was he going to let these pieces of shit mock what they had.
He meant it when he said he'd rule. And what better way to do so then putting the masses in their place? Rumlow bared his teeth and crack, vanished in a cloud of black. When he reappeared, it was in the midst of the crowd, tail whipping around like a flail, barbs stabbing into bodies. Flicking a knife from his pocket, Rumlow brought that into the fray, punching with one fist, stabbing with the other. Arterial spray arched through the air and spattered on Rumlow's face.]
Get fucked.
[He growled, shoving the blade underneath a demon's chin and watching his eyes roll back and shut.]