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[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.

[Rumlow snorted at the Soldier's statement of doubt.]

Just because my dick's never been in your ass doesn't meant we're not. And you're definitely more remarkable than Chase. I mean, nothing against the kid, but who you are? What you've done? For HYDRA, the world? Me? It's pretty fucking remarkable.

[And the Soldier looked at him, not without making sure Rumlow knew he wasn't going to be allowed to escape. Not that he really had any intention though. He was perfectly fine with being pinned at the moment.]

And yeah, I've seen it before. Doesn't mean I've gotten tired of seeing it.

But we've only become lovers recently. All my previous endeavors were long before any of this happened.

[And titles were about the only way he could describe moments in his life, but even now, there was confusion. He didn't know who he was or what he had done because he had no memories of that time, just the last hours before he had died and everything that had occurred so far. Rumlow knew of what he had been to HYDRA, and Steve knew what he had been before HYDRA.

Somehow, as quickly as it had come, the mood was slipping away from him as he thought longer and harder about everything. Where was his clarity? He shook his head a little as if to clear it, peering down at Rumlow trapped under him.]

You must very much enjoy my face since you have a clone of it in the house.

Semantics, Bucky. [Rumlow said, shaking his head.] But don't worry about it. I just wanted to compliment you. If you don't like it, I won't do it.

[He cupped his face, trying to keep him in the moment, he could already see his gaze grow distant. The Soldier shook his head, but Rumlow kept his hand in place. He snorted again at his words.]

It's just a coincidence. Chase caught my interest at first from that, but has since proven useful and unique from you in his magic. Besides, you two couldn't be more different. I've told you this before, haven't I?

[Rumlow sighed and pulled him back in, letting him bury his face in his neck again if he wanted.]

Sorry, I'm fucking this up.

[He felt the pull of an arm under his grip, and he let it go so that Rumlow's hand could settle on his face. He slid his other hand off to settle on the mattress as well, but he leaned into the contact to his cheek, the warmth of Rumlow's palm absorbing into his skin. There was always something comforting about those callouses, all of them earned over years of hard work and weapons handling.]

I didn't say that I didn't like it. [He just... didn't want Rumlow apply back then to now, perhaps? A now he could remember and a then he could not.] Did you... want to be my lover back when we were in HYDRA formal? Back when we were alive, I mean?

[He nodded, not contesting how different he and Chase were, especially in Rumlow's eyes. Their faces may have been the same, but they were almost opposites in almost every other way.] You have, and I do know that. By my calculation, I'm also five times his age.

[He went with the pull, nestling his face into Rumlow's neck and then using his thighs to turn them so that he could wrap his legs entirely around Rumlow's hips as he lay them out on their sides instead.]

No. I am. I had something in the bathroom, and it's just... slipped from my grasp.

I didn't know you like I do now. Physically, sure. I was attracted, would have enjoyed having you like this. But within the constraints of how HYDRA kept you, I doubt it would've been possible as anything more than a fuck that I wouldn't have even been able to give you a choice about.

[And even then he doubted Pierce would've let him. He would have had to order the Soldier to bend over, which granted, would have been hot in its own right, but dangerous. A risk Rumlow might not have been allowed to take, given his value to HYDRA. His words didn't exactly answer the Soldier's question, but it wasn't an easy issue to address, considering the complexity of the situation.]

Think your calculation is shy a few years. You're 97. Just short of 80 years his senior, but I'd say you only look 10 years older. Still a pretty big gap. [Rumlow shrugged as he stroked the Soldier's hair, down his back, across his wounds and back up.] But what kind of something did you have? Seemed like you wanted to turn things up between us, still did until just now.

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