[Barking out a laugh, Rumlow shrugged. It wasn't something that had occurred to him -- though he probably had at the time. He seemed to remember feeling an exceptional flood of adrenaline. Nothing quite like doing something forbidden where it's most blasphemous. No wonder he was in Hell. Aside from all the murders.]

Yeah, I guess he did. Though I ain't sure I'd call us lovers, since basically we were friends that fucked. There wasn't some big love affair. It was purely physical.

[Funny though, as he thought about it, Rumlow started craving a cigarette, just like old times. Not that they had any here. Pity.]

A few months, at least. Didn't take him a real long time before he went from having me suck his dick to having me bend over. Didn't even have lube that first time, but I don't think it mattered much. Felt good enough for me to keep comin' back.