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[There was no particular resistance when Rumlow's arm curled with his, and he looked at his commander immediately at the hand on his face. He was designed to be the best weapon that HYDRA had, and if he wasn't meeting expectations - even unreasonable ones or those that went against his programming - it still felt as if it were a failure. That was unacceptable, so he struggled to overcome and to do what he had been designed to do: serve.]

A jump start. [He tried not to sound dubious at the prospect, not when there were plain shows in Hell of all that demons were willing to have done to them. Lust was plain in some. It was clear that Rumlow lusted for him as well as Chase, but in his current state, he was unable to meet expectations.] It's simply that being here goes against so much of what feels right inside. I know what I must do and when I do it well, everything is smooth sailing. When I go against what I've been trained to accept not having... it's uncomfortable.

[He had no idea what he was doing or saying in some regards. Voicing his internal workings was difficult when it was subjective like this.]

I don't want you to feel like this path is a wasted effort for you. I will be your Asset in whatever capacity you need.

[Rumlow felt a certain degree of hesitation after this. He had to be careful with his words, they weren't having the effect he wanted. His head tilted, considering both the Soldier's point and what would be the most useful way to respond. He got the frustration, both in physical response (or lack thereof) and in the mental state. He pushed his fingers into the Soldier's hair, once again aiming to be reassuring and supportive. His expression was carefully constructed to match.]

I know. I just can't help but feel the way I do. We're close, closer than protocol would dictate, but I'm the de facto leader of HYDRA down here. I've got to work with a wholly different system. A total lack of one, really. I don't have a lot from life. Just you.

[Rumlow heaved in a sigh for effect.]

It's not a wasted effort for me. Things are different here, Bucky. We can't base all our choices on old rules. They can't all apply anymore, because they're contingent on a system that doesn't exist. The only rules that matter are the bond we share as handler and asset. [Rumlow tilted his head slightly, gaze sharp as he stared into the Soldier's eyes.] You've done so well, Bucky. For as long as we've been here, you've never failed me. Not once. If things take a while? That's okay. If you feel like you've fallen short? That's okay. What matters is that you want it.

[There was no hesitation in pressing his head towards Rumlow's hand, the scrape of nails against his scalp lightly. It seemed strange to come to this room for nightmares and receive assurances about an topic that was never too close to his mind until lately when the dreams had become even more vivid and chaotic. He closed his eyes to just feel rather than have to think about seeing and hearing together.]

You have blended in well here, but you never have seemed to forget the objective. That makes you a better leader than many who don't have the cunning or persistence for that.

[Just him. It went both ways. They were a team in all senses, it seemed. He met Rumlow's gaze frankly.]

I will do whatever I must not to fail you. No rules, no choice is too big or small to keep that duty to you. [He nodded his head slowly.] I don't know exactly what I want, but nothing that we have done I have felt any displeasure or regret for.

Good. Because it's not my goal to displease you.

[Rumlow drew in a heavy breath and let it out, smiling. He ducked his head and brought it up to the Soldier's, forehead to forehead. He met his gaze and held it for a few moments, looking into his eyes trying to see what he was thinking. The fingers in his hair pushed around to the back of his neck, gathering up the long strands and drawing though them slowly.]

I like this partnership of ours, y'know? We fit.

[Tilting his head slightly, Rumlow shut his eyes and kissed the corner of the Soldier's mouth. He pulled away and picked up the wash cloth.]

Now let's finish cleaning you up, and go back to bed, all right?

I suppose that goes for both of us then.

[And it seemed there was no reason to lie about that. He leaned into the contact to his forehead, lifting his hands between them so that he could run the pads of his fingers along Rumlow's cheeks, their gazes locked together. He gazed at his commander with trust, drinking in the whole situation like he had when they had met for their date.

He nodded in agreement, aware that he fit with Rumlow as he had with no other handler. That was information in his bones that required no particular memory association.]

Yeah, let's clean up and settle in. [He slowly pushed himself to stand so that Rumlow could clean him up to his handler's satisfaction. And if his fingers reached out to stroke at Rumlow's hip bones or sides, it was only their business and no one else's.]

[Purring at the attention, Rumlow was slow to finish up, dragging the cloth in slow circles across the Soldier's chest. He may have paused a few times to kiss the Soldier, slow and gentle. Eventually, after probably a little too long, Rumlow finished. He glanced down at the Soldier, at the cloth, stained red. He still had quite a few smears of blood on his own chest. Pursing his lips, he debated whether he ought to just go wash off in the sink.]

Probably oughta clean myself off too...

[Rumlow said with a soft chuckle. He cocked his head in a gesture for the Soldier to follow him.]

Let's take care of it real quick, yeah?

[He slung his tail around, it having been relatively idle during most of this, wrapping it around the Soldier's waist. He turned, tugging him along toward the bathroom.]

[He stood for the slow passes of cloth, feeling each sweep as he held his ground and leaned in to each kiss to return the gesture with slow and easy nipping and the occasional flick of his tongue as if to tease for something deeper. His fingers kept reaching out and brushing over Rumlow's abs, one occasionally catching on the hem of his commander's waistband purposefully.]

I will assist...

[There was a flash of a mischievous look that came to his eyes before it was wiped out by his usual watchfulness. He lurked after Rumlow, his fingers walking their way up his commander's spine until he slid an arm around to hold out his metal hand for the blood-stained cloth.]

Let me.

[The seductive display (and Rumlow couldn't call it anything but) was fucking magnificent. Just as it had been on their date, any time the Soldier took a little initiative, Rumlow was left purring and pleased. He didn't think he'd ever tire of it, even if it only came trickling through when the Soldier felt brave or inspired enough (whatever his motivation, Rumlow wasn't sure).

Handing the Soldier the cloth, Rumlow lifted his brows, tail tightening around the asset's torso. They could just take a late night shower. Grab a clean washcloth, hop under the water and the steam, let the Soldier run his hands over his body -- he probably shouldn't let himself get lost in this daydream.]

You wanna wash me?

[He asked, looking mildly amused.]

[He took the cloth and eased around his commander so that he could wash it out appropriately, turning his gaze to keep an eye on Rumlow. His gaze was decidedly hooded as he ran the cloth under the warm water and wrung it out until the water at least ran clean again.]

Are you going to allow me to?

[Because if he had his way, he would. Rumlow was clearly interested, and he wanted to perform well now that his nightmares had been chased away and the difficult subjects had been broached. Something simple and easy as touch.]

[Rumlow watched as the red ran down the drain, gaze tracking back up to the Soldier's face. He blinked at the question, snorting out a laugh.]

Why wouldn't I?

[As if he'd deny the Soldier contact, or affection, whatever this was. He would happily indulge in whatever he offered, wherever it ended up going. It wasn't as if a loss of sleep would adversely affect them. The worst that could happen would be Chase walking in on them doing, well, whatever they were doing. Rumlow supposed he could just lock the door, make Chase have to use the other bathroom.]

Because you might have other ideas.

[He stepped away from the sink and in front of Rumlow, the cloth casually folded into a neat package before he set it to his commander's sternum. He dragged the material down slowly, gathering the drying blood in a long single line from chest to belly to the very top of Rumlow's boxers. He paused long enough to allow his pinkie to circle his commander's belly button and then dragged the cloth back up to his start point.

Off to the left he dragged the cloth, circling the nipple that he knew could be sensitive if tormented with too much attentions. His eyes fixed on Rumlow's face rather than his work, aware of his business and instead more intent on expressions.]

[The teasing touch his navel has Rumlow lifting a brow, the muscles of his stomach hitching slightly. It was an odd sensation, usually done by a tongue rather than a finger but he wasn't going to chide the Soldier about it or anything. The nipple now, he thought with a rumble, that was a play he rolled with easily. He maintained the same stare the Soldier leveled him with. There was heat in his gaze, however, and he was beginning to wonder whether the Solider only had cleaning in mind.

He could easily aim his thoughts that way, let the sensation of the warm, wet cloth running across his skin and the view of the Soldier's (unreasonably attractive) face work him into a state of arousal. What Rumlow was more curious about was whether or not it was the Soldier's intent rather than his own. Would he instigate without further prompting?]

I'm curious to hear your ideas.

[Rumlow said, grinning.]

[He took care to wash Rumlow even as he explored the limitations of contact between them. He knew, of course, that the limitations were his own and his commander was open-minded enough to allow him to do almost anything at this point so long as it kept them into contact. With nightmares chased away and the offering of staying the night here in the air, they could linger as they pleased. It wasn't as if either of them needed sleep, but he continued the practice for routine and to reorder his thoughts and memories.

He dragged the cloth around in slow methodical circles, pausing to rub at a particularly large smear of blood on Rumlow's chest. He leaned in enough to nip at the corner of his commander's jaw and then butting that same area with his nose as his left arm curled its way around his commander's waist loosely.]

Just touching you right now. However, I have come to understand that you like to be pinned places....

[Rumlow's tail twitched as the Soldier grew near. He tilted his head up at the nip, teeth scraping against stubble, prompting a purr. The arm was cooler, in the air conditioned house and Rumlow's skin pebbled, as much from the intent of the contact as the touch itself. His eyes darkened, glancing skywards in a habitual display of gratitude. (Ironic considering where he was, probably.)

His teeth dragged over his bottom lip, and his tail meandered towards the Soldier, ghosting across his skin. Two could play at that game, Rumlow thought, wrapping it around the asset and drawing him that much closer. Not very conducive to cleaning, but Hell. This was far more fun.]

Oh yeah?

[He asked, putting an arm around him and drawing fingertips delicately across his back, granting him only the lightest of touches over his wounds.]

[He twisted his metal arm so that the subtle ridges of the plates slid along Rumlow's skin. When he clenched his fingers, the plates along his forearm shifted position, brushing skin even more and giving just a small taste of the power that was held underneath the shining silver. He shifted his weight to feel the brush of tail on his bare skin, letting it do as it willed as he stroked the cloth in long lines up and down Rumlow's chest and abs.

As nice as a shower would be, he dropped the cloth between them when his commander's flesh was clean and damp. It glistened with small droplets of water, and he pressed his own chest in against it, using his body to urge Rumlow backwards. He herded his commander back towards the bed, rolling his shoulders in the small flares of delicious pain at his wounds.]

I am the only one that I've noted you allow to push you around physically. Even seem to enjoy it, sir.

Maybe I do.

[If maybe was spelled y-e-s. Rumlow wasn't gonna deny it, the fact that there was something hot about letting the Soldier push him around. He wasn't sure if it was a dominance thing or just something to do with the Soldier wanting him or what, but he sure as Hell wasn't subtle about enjoying it.

Didn't fuss even the slightest bit at being shuffled backwards, keeping his steps steady so neither fell down. As the back of his knees hit the bed, Rumlow stayed standing, waiting until the Soldier decided to shove him down or whatever it was he had in mind. Not that he'd fall without bringing him down with, tail still secure about his waist like it was.]

You seem to like it plenty yourself.

You seem to like it when I enjoy myself. You indulge me where no other handler probably ever has.

[With Rumlow backed up to the bed, he set his feet on either side of his commander's, using his knees to clamp onto Rumlow. He leaned his body in still, keeping the same amount of contact even if he was no longer herding the other man around.

He allowed his metal hand to stroke over the small of his commander's back, reaching the base of that tail and curling his digits around it. One stroke, two, and then a third as his flesh fingers spidered up Rumlow's chest and then neck where caressed the back of his fingers along the lump of his commander's Adam's apple. He suddenly curled his fingers there and moved to lift Rumlow up by the neck, dropping his head to bite at his commander's pectoral.]

Seem? Didn't think I had to make it more obvious.

[Rumlow chuckled, eyes tracking the Soldier's as he started to toy with his tail. It felt very peculiar, though Rumlow chalked it up to the limb still being relatively new. He rumbled his pleasure as the touch shifted too, across the planes of his chest and even over his neck -- until he felt metal fingers around his throat.

That brought him to focus quick. His tail immediately tightened around the Soldier, stronger than it looked. It wasn't until the bite that he realized it wasn't intended as a real attack. Didn't stop it from hurting, though. Not that he could really complain, the pressure on his trachea was making it next to impossible to talk. Instead, he let out a strangled sort of noise, making the split second decision to trust the Soldier, in spite of the fact that his brain was screaming to do the opposite. He wouldn't resist.]

[He watched Rumlow avidly, picking up that moment of panic that seemed to pick at memories and made some of the old dream material settle more into place. Except, unlike what he expected happened in his dreams, Rumlow didn't claw, kick and fight him as his hold remained and he lifted his commander to the height of his own reach, letting that tail tighten to an amazing strength.

He hissed in almost pleasure before he leaned forward, his metal arm keeping its hold on the base of Rumlow's tail as he suddenly took them both to the bed with a careful pre-planned precision so that his commander landed across most of the bed, and he could relent on his throat grip but maintain the one on the tail so that the new appendage wouldn't be pinched or buckled as his weight settled on Rumlow. He pinned snaked up and pinned Rumlow to the bed, mouthing along his commander's jaw.]

You really do trust me.

[As soon as that hold eased off, Rumlow sucked in a breath, a vein having already popped in his eye. He rolled them down, staring at the Soldier while his tail stayed tight around him, as if it had a mind of its own. He swallowed, wincing slightly. He couldn't see the Soldier's face now, and his head tilted back, both to relieve pressure and offer himself even now.]

I do. [He croaked, a hand coming up to stroke through the Soldier's hair.] We're partners.

[He bucked slightly beneath him, hips nudging up in a pointless bid for attention. If this was a game for the Soldier, playing at dominance and seduction, he might as well aim for the most obvious target.]

[He settled down on Rumlow, straddling his commander's hips even as they hitched up towards him. He most of his weight to his knees so that Rumlow was free to squirm and thrust at him but would be hard pressed to wiggle away from him with his hands settling on Rumlow's elbows. He butted his nose against his commander's jaw, exhaling.

It was some odd sensation that a handler always had a hand on his leash no matter what kind of words came out of their mouth. He certainly could never manhandle one like he had just done without expecting at least a few blasts from a car battery.

The fact that Rumlow reiterated that they were partners washed the rest of the nagging sensations from his nightmares away. He sighed again, nudging his nose against Rumlow's jaw, his fingers flexing around those impressive arms.]

[The return sigh came from him a little more ragged than he would have liked, but it came all the same. His fingers tangled in the Soldier's hair, drawing it up into a bundle and away from his neck. He tilted his head slightly, lips catching on some part of the Soldier's face, high on his cheek, Rumlow thought, he was closing his eyes.

His heart still pounding from the rush of adrenaline that pumped through him, Rumlow wondered yet again -- was this all intended to arouse or was the Soldier just playing with him? Testing his boundaries, now that Rumlow had given him free rein to do so? He opened his eyes again.]

Bucky.

[He leaned into the contact of lips against his cheek, so close to his eye that he was certain that his commander could feel the brush of his long lashes as he closed them. He weaseled away, burrowing his face into Rumlow's neck where he could allow himself to feel the gentle beat of his commander's pulse against his neck. That was an illusion he knew; they were dead. There was no pulse, yet they persisted as if they were not. The soul was a strange concept.

His hands smoothed up, grasping as Rumlow's arms as he tucked his legs in closer, sliding his feet under his commander's knees. He stilled at the call of his name, unable to gauge the tone.]

Rumlow?

You've gotta be the most remarkable lover I've ever had.

[Rumlow said in a rough voice. He could feel his hot breath against his throat, soothing against the bruised skin. He swallowed, Adam's apple bumping against him. His fingers scraped lightly across the Soldier's scalp and his hips gently rocked upwards. The muscles of his arms flexed beneath his hold, the feel of the metal palm setting his skin to react. His nipples grew stiff in the space between them, a shiver running through him.

He huffed out a laugh, nudging at the Soldier's face with his own, attempting to beckon him up.]

Come up here, I wanna look at you.

That doesn't seem correct at all...

[The statement confused him, had him bunkering down over Rumlow and burrowing his face tighter against his commander's throat. He was nothing like the lover he had seen Rumlow take in Chase, and they were barely considered lovers based on the definition that he had read. Okay, one date, some dancing and grinding and then all this odd flirting that they seemed to do. Sometimes it lead somewhere, sometimes it didn't. There were moments when he just ran out of steam on what to do.

He flexed his hands and shuffled his legs in so that Rumlow was aware of how strong his hold could be if there was pressure set against him. He did lift his head with the request, peering at his commander, his eyes darting to the red welt of his teeth indentation on Rumlow's pectoral. It wouldn't bruise and didn't break skin, but it was red and angry looking.]

You've seen everything before, you know.

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