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[Snorting in amusement, Rumlow lifted his hips towards the feel of those metal fingers against his cock -- the unyielding hardness of metal that he'd come to enjoy feeling in all his sensitive places. If it weren't for a distant understanding that the metal joints might catch on even softer flesh inside him, Rumlow would almost rather the metal fingers up his ass, if only for the thrill.

His mind went white for a moment once again, Bucky's fingers eliciting a heavy moan as his prostate got teased. God, he thought, how good was it going to feel when it was the blunt head of his dick instead? Rumlow shuddered with want, almost failing to kiss back he was still reeling. Didn't help that Bucky chose then to add the third, stretching him even more and leaving Rumlow sucking in breath.]

The power is pretty damn intoxicating, hunh?

[He managed to say, burying his fingers deeper into Bucky's plumage. It was the one advantage he'd exploit, if only because it made Bucky all the more needy and desperate. He wanted no quarter.]

But good. Feeling's mutual. 'Cause right now, Bucky? I really want you to fuck me. Got it?

I enjoy being with someone who gives as good as they want to take. You're the only one that I've met with the patience and want to be on both sides of the equation.

[Of course, the last of his words came out in a stutter as his forehead dropped to rest on Rumlow's shoulder with those fingers sending all manner of sensation through his wings. They managed to uncurl and stretch lazily out on either side of them, and the sensitive flesh pushed up towards those fingers. God, he wanted to be ruined and rebuilt by this man, to give as well as he took. Rumlow was the only one.

He groaned at the words, nodding his head against Rumlow's shoulder as he worked his three fingers slowly, stretching with just a hint of restrained impatience. He wanted to stretch Rumlow out enough not to hurt but also was aching to bury himself into his lover for the first time since they had been together (that he could remember). He shifted to bump his nose against the edge of Rumlow's jaw and worked faster before he decided that he wouldn't last much longer despite his good intentions and eased his fingers free.

He reached for the lube in order to slather on his cock, groaning at the contact. It was going to feel amazing inside of his lover where he could make a crater of Rumlow in the mattress.]

You have nothing to worry about. You're going to be clinging to me and begging for release.

[It was an idea that Rumlow could get behind; for all that he was a manipulative, sadistic man, he never reneged in the give and take of relationships he deemed worthwhile. And Bucky? He was definitely worthwhile. Rumlow smiled in response, a fond moment in the midst of an erotic act. As Bucky's wings fluttered, Rumlow's gaze was drawn to them, how they stretched around them both.

Carding both hands through the mass of feathers and lightly touching the skin beneath, Rumlow drew in a breath, letting it out slow and shuddering. He tried to be patient, but the prep was working him up quick, making his cock leak as it lay across his abs. Bucky must have been thinking the same, and Rumlow hissed sharply as the fingers were removed, suddenly so open and empty. He groaned, lifting his head to see.]

Me? Worry? [Rumlow barks a laugh, then shifts it into a smug little look that Bucky knew meant a challenge was being issued yet again.] Begging though, that's a tall order, Bucky. Better make good on it.

[His tail curled at his side, body bracing itself as if for impact. Probably wasn't far off, the way Bucky was looking at him. Rumlow took a peek down at his dick, thick and hard and big. Well, wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten split in half by a cock, and he was pretty sure with Bucky, it sure as fuck wasn't gonna be the last. If it hurt? Big fucking deal. He'd adjust and get off all the same because pain was good to him like that.

And that was what this was all about. Pain brought focus, brought pleasure. Brought them back to where they belonged.]

[The moment that Rumlow's fingers caressed the skin beneath the feathers, he arched and let out a soft sound of pleasure in reply. It felt so good, like being stream-rolled with pleasure which whited out his mind for a few seconds and left him shivering and his wings stretching even more. That must have been how those horns felt when he touched them... it had to be because that was so intense. Turnabout definitely was fair play in this case.

His nostrils flared at the challenging look, and he seemed to grow in size in response, shifting himself deeper between Rumlow's thighs so that he could loom over his lover. His fingers continued to smear lube on his cock but once finished to reached for Rumlow's knees, forcing them up so that he could hook his lover's knees on his mismatched shoulders. It would allow him to control his lover's legs but also to bend Rumlow in half if he so desired. It also would give him access to stroking Rumlow's cock.]

You'll beg... I'll see you so wrung out that you'll have no choice.

[Challenge accepted.

He used his metal hand to grip himself, shifting his shoulders to settled Rumlow's legs even as his wings moved to curl around those muscled legs. There was a small claw at the end which extended to grip on, as much a threat of pain as it was to simply hold on. His hand guided him up against Rumlow's ass cheeks, nudging with his hips until he was against his lover's hole. He probed teasingly to drive them both a little mad before he gave a sharp jump to force the head of his cock to breech Rumlow's hole but after that settled into a slow press forward. Pain was one thing but he wanted to limit damage to sore muscles and some bruises... not tearing. How were they supposed to have more fun?

He leaned forward, craning his neck to nip at Rumlow's chin.]

Moan for me.

[Really, the challenge only benefited him. It would assure Bucky fucked him damn good in his efforts (not that he expected less), and Rumlow could see how long he could hold out before he did beg. Given his history in HYDRA, he doubted it would happen easily. Even if getting reamed was a whole lot better than being tortured, they could be one in the same if Bucky knew how to be clever.

Given his teacher? Rumlow bet he'd get closer than anyone else, if he didn't succeed.

Getting situated on the bed, Rumlow flexed his shoulders to keep himself propped up just how Bucky wanted him. Toes curling in the air, his tail flicked, eyes tracking down to see Bucky taking hold of his dick and putting it right up against his loosened hole. Had to get a little teasing in first, of course, letting the slick head rub against the rim, making Rumlow growl in a little impatience. He was rewarded with a steady press forward, the head sinking in easy. Rumlow's head fell back, swallowing as he felt his whole body shiver at the experience. Fuck, it really had been a while.

Bucky kept going, slow, but unrelenting. The pressure was intense, the way he had to stretch to accommodate the girth of Bucky's dick as he pushed past where his fingers could reach. There was a little discomfort, but it was easily twisted into pleasure when Rumlow imagined how it had to look. When he felt Bucky push forward, he gasped, then let the sound morph into a groan. The scrape of Bucky's teeth against his stubble brought one hand away from his wings to bury in his long hair.

His lips turned up at the request, flexing his thighs to pull Bucky closer, ass pressing back against his hips. A reminder that he wasn't fragile as that cock sank in that much more. God, it was fucking good. Rumlow gave him the moan he wanted, one hand tight in his hair while the other slid over his wing, trying to draw one out in turn.]

[His eyes feasted on Rumlow's face, drinking in the sight of his lover's expressions as he took the demon in such a way for the first time. He should expect no less from a man who thrived on pain as much as delivering it, and he rumbled in his chest as he worked himself in slowly and there was no protests. He was bigger than three fingers after all, but Rumlow seemed to better accommodate him than he would expect anyone else to. Clearly they should have switched positions sooner, even if he didn't mind waiting for as long as he had. Rumlow having control was comforting, eased an unspoken tension that ebbed and flowed within him from time to time.

He shifted his shoulders forward for the specific purpose of forcing Rumlow's legs bending back towards his lover's own shoulders. His metal hand slid beneath the rise of Rumlow's ass - so beautifully speared on his cock - so that he could offer a playful open-handed slap on that ass at the reminder of the lack of fragility. Only he knew that wasn't true; Rumlow was terribly fragile with him, soft and pliant, open and rich with emotion, compromised as a HYDRA agent was never allowed to become. He gave a playful thrust forward, rocking them and then moaning as his head craned with the fingers in his hair but more because of the hand against his wings which tightened almost possessively on Rumlow's legs.

His metal hand left off after the smack and went for Rumlow's tail instead stroking the appendage as one might stroke a cock, teasing. He had always liked the tail, found it fitting. Now he was stroking the warm smooth flesh as he leaned down even further so that his lover was practically bent in half. He began to thrust, shallow but hard at first and then with longer and even more forceful strokes within a short amount of time. The moans left him far more easily now, his wing tips caressing Rumlow's ribs as he issued a breathy laugh even as he gave a smile.]

Should have just taken you from behind so I could grab those horns of yours as handles!

[Having those wings embrace him as if they were a second set of limbs should have been odd, but after living with a tail for so long, Rumlow really didn't find it that strange. He enjoyed it, on the contrary, his feathers so soft against his skin and even those claws, holding firm as Bucky took him just how he wanted, how they both wanted. Rumlow was hardly a cock slut, but right now he wanted nothing more than to drown in Bucky's rough thrusts, feel that stupidly massive dick plowing into him.

He wrapped his tail around Bucky's arm, hardly even noticing how he was bent so far forward he could probably try and suck his own cock. He snorted at Bucky's statement, fingers tight in his hair to drag him close and capture his mouth in a biting kiss.]

You're welcome to try.

[Though the challenge was hardly something he could even compete with -- if Bucky wanted, he would do it and Rumlow would be helpless to enjoy it. At this point, he didn't even care if Bucky exploited his weakness and used his horns as he pleased. It would just make him come quicker, but that didn't matter much either, since Rumlow had decided that there was no such thing as a refractory period when you're dead.

Handy little bit of mind work, that.

Of course, Rumlow wasn't using much of his brain at the moment, with the way Bucky was spearing his prostate with the head of his dick, making Rumlow see stars. His sac tightened and he felt himself getting close already, too fucking soon but Hell. His fingers unhooked themselves from Bucky's hair to rake down his back instead, nails catching on the edge of his scars. He arched beneath him, biting his own lip in an effort to try and redirect the sensation.]

Bucky..!

[He mouthed roughly on Rumlow's lips when he was dragged further between his lover's legs, his neck straining and his hair clinging to his skin with the sheen of sweat beginning to coat his skin. The sweat stung his oozing cuts, but it was little more than a highlight upon the pleasure that he was drowning in. And if he bit as roughly on Rumlow's lips as he received, it was no one's business but their own.

While the thought was nice taking Rumlow from behind, he wasn't about to shift them. He had his lover right where he wanted the demon, and the sight of Rumlow taking so much pleasure from his cock pounding into his lover was truly one to behold. He could watch it all day, he decided, and Rumlow was such an impressive man, hair fanning on the mattress, blood streaking from his own wounds and those muscles rippling under him. It only encouraged the steady hard piston of his hips down on his lover, being certain to hit on Rumlow's prostate each time.

He groaned loudly as Rumlow's fingers raked his back, his wings flexing at the base where the scars were being attacked. It felt fucking amazing, that twist of pain to go with the pleasure, and he increased the speed of his thrusting even as hitched Rumlow's hips higher to change the angle slightly. It also freed up one hand to pinch his lover's nipples one at a time with his flesh fingers while the metal one came around to stroke Rumlow's cock in the same pace as he was thrusting.

Of course, the moment he thought that his lover was going to come and ruin their fun - he wasn't quite done yet - his thumb and forefinger closed in a relatively tight ring at the base to deny orgasm. He would decide when that would happen, especially now that he was routinely battering Rumlow's prostate. He would see his lover squirm, maybe even beg in time.]

[God it wasn't fair, Rumlow thought. None of this was fair. Not the way Bucky mercilessly offered Rumlow a taste of his own medicine, nor the way he pinched at his tits, making him arch in pleasured pain. And definitely not when the inexorable grip of his metal hand tightened around his dick and denied him a chance at orgasm. He had been so fucking close, and now his mind was a mass of electric impulses, nothing coherent beyond the reach for climax.

He raked his nails over Bucky in his desperation, growling with his lip curled feral. His thighs flexed, dragging Bucky closer, staring up at him, eyes nearly black the way his pupils had blown. His ass felt so fucking full, and his body was a storm of sensation the way Bucky kept torturing his prostate with every thrust. It was definitely too much, kept him teetering at the edge. His cock dribbled what it could, spilling over the back of Bucky's metal knuckles. God, he couldn't imagine the load he'd release when he was finally allowed to come.]

Wanna feel you come inside me...

[He hissed, trying to distract away from having to beg. It wasn't that he didn't want to give Bucky the satisfaction -- Rumlow was just stubborn. Even if it would let him come and fuck he wanted that so damn bad. He was barely holding on, the words trying to escape against his will. Fuck.]

Bucky, c'mon... make me yours.

[God, this was everything that he had dreamed it would be, Bucky thought. Rumlow straining and as tense as an elastic about to snap back, flushed and dripping pre-cum all over his hand and those impressive abs, and the words... were just shy of what he actually wanted to hear. His hips gave a stutter in reply, faltering in his overbearing pace as those muscles squeezed down upon him and left him teetering on his own edge. He did want to fill his lover with himself, finally claim Rumlow as he had been claimed so many times in the past.

Most of all, he wanted Rumlow to stumble around, streaked with his come down those muscular legs and know it was he who had done that. Soon, it would come to reality, but he would torture them both a little first.

His fingers remained tight to deny that orgasm even as he let out a shout of pleasure as Rumlow's fingers continued their desperate raking up his back. It left long red lines, some of them willing to ooze the tiniest amounts of blood in their wake. He twisted one of Rumlow's nipples harder in reply, panting harshly as his hair clung to his neck, cheeks and forehead. His palm finally settled over Rumlow's heart, and he smiled.]

You are mine... tell me what you need. [More like beg for release, but he knew that he wouldn't last much longer as it was and he wasn't going to stop himself either. This was just the first opportunity of many to see if Rumlow would beg him.]

Your hand off my dick so I can fucking come, you ass!

[Rumlow replied, but he was laughing, showing Bucky he was hardly mad. He cut himself off halfway through with a moan, swearing a blue streak after, hardly able to keep himself together. His balls ached with need for release, and while his words were full of snark, his eyes offered the desperation Bucky wanted. He was being assaulted on all fronts, the only thing keeping from losing it was that steadfast pressure tight around his cock.

He swept his hands up into Bucky's wings, hoping it would break his hold and his focus, tip him over the edge to join him in the climactic pleasure Rumlow knew they both wanted. He squeezed his ass around him too, as best he could manage, moaning hoarsely to feel how thick and solid he was buried inside him.]

Please..!

[He whispered instead of thought, face already so flushed that Rumlow wasn't sure if Bucky could see his blush at having said it out loud. Well. So much for holding out.]

I can make you come with my hand on you...

[His metal fingers flexed in their right grip, giving way a little for a small stroke up so that the metal of his fingers clicked against the metal of Rumlow's piercing. Back down his hand moved to choke off any orgasm again, waiting only as long as it took for him to know his own climax was right there, and it just so happened to also be when Rumlow whispered as close to a plea as he knew that he was going to receive.

And of course, his wings tightened on his lover's thighs, caressing them with feathers even as the claw hooked deeper to actually puncture flesh in their now desperate bid to keep a grip. His metal hand eased off and went to stroking Rumlow quickly, almost jarring compared to the previous stasis as his hips pummeled up against Rumlow's ass as he threw his head back and exposed the full length of his throat in a show of absolute trust.

God, that blush... it was the last thing he saw as he closed his eyes so that he could commit it to memory at the same time that his brain seemed to white with pleasure as his orgasm tore through him as he issued a sharp shout of Rumlow's name as he came inside of his lover, his metal hand still stroking as his flesh one slipped sideways to steady himself on the bed.]

...mine at last. [Like no one in Hell had so far managed.]

[Rumlow came. Whether it was already built up from all the dick in his ass or the hand rapidly stroking him off, it didn't matter. That agonizing bliss was his. His and Bucky's really, Rumlow noted, staring up at him through heavy lidded eyes. He realized more than felt the come spilling into his ass, the way Bucky's cock pulsed against the rim of his asshole. If he had any control over the situation, he probably would have surged forward, sunk his teeth into Bucky's throat and held him to remind him that as much as he was the one with a load of jizz and dick inside him, he was still dominant.

He felt his mind go white instead, cock spurting heavily, one thick string after another, splattering between them wherever it fell. Rumlow moaned, or he must have, panting and muttering incoherently. Probably swearing or saying Bucky's name or something in between.

Rumlow began to twitch in the aftermath, the feel of metal against his over-sensitive cock making him tremble. His breath hitched and he clung to Bucky, body shuddering from head to toe. An eye cracked open, and Rumlow stared up at his lover, a smile tugging at his lips.]

Holy shit... don't think I've been fucked that hard since I was a kid.

[Kid was a bit hyperbolic, but it was somewhere between the truth and some kind of vague metaphor about a shitty childhood. Either way, Rumlow was well sated and a sticky mess that would take a minute to clean off.]

[In the end, Rumlow would always be his commander, always be the one to decide who was fucking who. There was no question in his mind on the one in control, even if he might borrow it in situations like these. The end result was amazing, and as he shivered and panted as they were reeling from the strength of their orgasm, Bucky had to consciously not flop over or risk hurting Rumlow's legs still hooked on his shoulders.

The strength of his orgasm, the feel of his own come hot around his softening cock and the twitching of Rumlow's ass around him was enough to earn a deeply satisfied sigh from him. He eased back enough to stop trying to bend his lover in half and then shifted to allow Rumlow's legs to fall from his shoulders as his wings reluctantly relented in their grip. They were a mess, but he didn't care as he leaned over so that he could seal Rumlow's words with a soft and loving kiss..]

I'm just getting started... your childhood exploits will be nothing compared to when I'm finished with you.

[He rolled off though, landing on his side next to his lover and cuddling up, so spent and satisfied that he didn't care one bit for the disgusting mess that they had become. Instead, he reached out so that he could stroke his fingers up and down Rumlow's sternum and hummed low in his throat. The sting of knife cuts were a reminder of how all of this had started, but the tumult emotions were spent in more constructive ways and he was content once more.]

How old were you when you were fucked?

[Just getting started, Bucky said. Rumlow almost dreaded it. As it stood, he was pretty well sated right now, in no rush for more for at least a while. He groaned and scrubbed at his face, flopping back against the bed once Bucky was done contorting him like a pretzel. He was covered in scrapes and bite marks and was deeply sore, but he was relaxed. Felt like a million bucks. (There was a pun in there, but he was too tired to try and make it.)

He ran his hands lightly over Bucky in affection, humming as he gave him a kiss and gave himself a second before he answered the question. Pushing the hair from his forehead, Rumlow stared at Bucky blearily, wetting his lips.]

Mm. Like fourteen or fifteen.

[The time period was a little vague, but the event itself, Rumlow remembered pretty well. Not that it was something he revisited often, but he had a pretty good memory. He wondered if Bucky was going to ask him about it.]

[While he wasn't mentally willing to banish a refractory period - his own apparently was insane as it was - but he knew that he would be restless to try again sooner than Rumlow would. Right now, he was reliving the moment, enjoying himself and the freedom that came from sated exhaustion. No thought clamoring, no emotions surging, no physical tightness... he was calm and content, a vastly different state than he was an hour ago.

He shifted closer to Rumlow's touch, taking comfort and pleasure in the attentions, and he hummed low in his throat. At the answer, he considered it even if he was shifting a wing from his shoulder to brush his feather tips through the come that was cooling across Rumlow's belly.]

Who was he?

Guy from my church.

[Rumlow answered, stomach flexing as the claw dragged across it. It sort of tickled. He stretched out, arms sliding up above his head before they settled back down. He was quiet for a few more moments, letting his body settle back against the bed and losing himself in the tingling sensations that ran through his body.]

Sorry. Yeah, he was older by a few years. Sixteen maybe? Used to steal cigarettes and smoke them with me up in the attic. We fooled around a bit, y'know kids just tryin' out what felt good.

[Nothing Rumlow thought to say no to. Even if he'd known it was wrong, he liked it too much to stop. Not like any boy his age would really say no to making out and getting hand jobs. Didn't even mind reciprocating when it meant he'd get praise for it.

It was probably pretty fucked up, but Rumlow wasn't a man who lived with regrets.]

[It should have been amusing thinking of teenagers in the attic of a church smoking and fooling around. It was against all of God's rules as far as he knew, but what did teenagers care about them when there was the pleasure of the flesh to resist? He should have laughed, chuckled a bit, but he found himself instead endlessly curious.

Any tidbit of detail into the life that Rumlow lived as a much younger man was one he wanted to know, to be apart of. With no past of his own, he relied on knowing more about his lover's to fill in gaps for himself, for something to relate to.]

So he took your virginity in the House of God, hmm? Were you lovers for long?

[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.

[Friends with benefits? That was the same thing that Rumlow had with almost everyone else from what he had managed to ascertain. It was curious to him that his lover - and they were lovers - had made no particular emotional bond even so early in life when, as far as he could recall, teenagers tended to throw themselves into and out of love as quickly as possible.

So even that far back, Rumlow knew the difference? Or was it an adult mind reflecting on a time of childhood and cutting off the emotional ties that might have been there?

Still, this was yet more insight into a life he didn't think that Rumlow spoke of often. There weren't a lot of happy times, but he liked to think this was something similar. He leaned in to kiss at Rumlow's chest, his wing dipping to caress across his lover's bare thighs.]

So... it was a good few months at least? Was that the last time you let another man bend you over?

Yeah, they were good. [Until they weren't.] But no, I've gotten fucked since then. You remember Rollins?

[Rumlow asked, though he sort of doubted Bucky was. Guy was more a background feature when he wasn't put into motion. Rumlow still wondered where he was sometimes. Whether he survived or not.

He set a hand in Bucky's hair, curling it around his fingers, letting go and repeating. The gentle affection was nice, had him slitting his eyes and sinking into the mattress.]

Jack and I had a thing when we were with STRIKE.

Rollins?

[He considered the question very seriously, but there were no faces that came to mind. He was allowed to associate with very few individuals when he was awake for HYDRA and most of those blurred together. Soon enough, they would be wiped away. He could recall the STRIKE logo and jackets but the faces of the men and women working on it... they eluded him.

He shifted, a bit restless but from frustration at his limitations. He settled into the hair petting, letting it distract him as his wing continued to caress Rumlow's skin.]

...you were lovers then?

I guess. I didn't love Jack. Cared about him as a friend and a partner for STRIKE, but nothing like I have with you.

[He could see Bucky's frustration, though whether that was due to him not recognizing the person mentioned or some strange idea that Rumlow ought to have had past lovers whom he actually loved, he didn't know. Rumlow's brows furrowed and he drew Bucky up into a kiss. He let it linger, lengthen from one to two and three slow, deep kisses.

When he pulled back, he nudged at Bucky's cheek with his nose.]

Didn't have a lot of room to love people when I was younger. And HYDRA, well. They didn't encourage that kinda attachment.

[That sounded an awful lot like friends with benefits again, hallmarking that somehow he had pulled Rumlow into something far beyond what his commander had had with anyone else so far. That he was so unique was both daunting and pleasing, thinking that he had bridged territory Rumlow had never been in before.

He leaned into the kisses, rolling more onto one hip so he could drop a hand on the bed on Rumlow's other side. He kissed back with long strokes of his tongue, moaning and cuddling up against his lover's side. The kisses calmed him again, and he hovered half-over Rumlow once they were finished, leaning into the nudge to his cheek. He replied with rubbing his chin on Rumlow's for the rasp of stubble.]

It never makes sense to me how you have with me what you never have with them. I just... like to think someone made you happy and feel lo-- [The word, as always, was choked off as his throat closed on it reflexively. He made a soft gagging noise and promptly dropped his head on Rumlow's shoulder. Someday, he would break that programming over any other.]

[There it was again. That trigger reflex HYDRA had on him, stopping Bucky from even mentioning the word. He hadn't even prefaced it with I. Rumlow tried not to frown, knowing it would only discourage Bucky, despite the intention being towards HYDRA rather than him. He shifted over to kiss him again, running his hands through Bucky's hair.]

Hey. Doesn't gotta make sense. I don't dwell on my past, and neither should you. Whatever happened then's got no bearing on how I feel about you now.

[Rumlow didn't need Bucky to hold himself to some unknown standard or whatever it was he was trying for. What was there now was more important than anything else.]

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