[He leaned into the touch, soaking it up and letting the assurance of it build his walls back up again, to hide the rawness of this experience. He felt drained, washed out, but the kiss alone was enough to remind him that he wasn't alone. They would take Hell on, and they would make it better. He would make serious efforts on breaking down his programming as well, so that he could serve Rumlow has a partner and not simply a weapon as was his normal capacity.
Bucky blinked at Rumlow's response, feeling his blood stir sluggishly as he glanced towards the crowd of amused mocking onlookers. He knew that look from Rumlow, and he allowed his hands to be disengaged before the other demon was gone in a puff of black smoke, and he knew without being told what was going to happen. He flexed his bloody hand, splitting them open again as he reached for the knives that he had hid along the waistline of his trousers. Spinning one into hand, he advanced.
The air around him cooled and seem to condense with frost, before he slammed his metal hand into the wall that he walked beside. At the end of the alley, a sharp shard of ice exploded out, ripping into bodies like a fragmentation grenade. He reached the crowd as bodies hit the floor writhing, dancing through them with sweeps of his knives that sliced through flesh, ripped through veins.
He twisted, swaying, ducked and dodged, coming up under guards, kneeing a demon into a parked car and spattering the wind shield with blood. The body then became a shield against gun fire and then a projectile as he threw it into another group of demons. A few were taking flight, but those that stayed... he stamped a foot and ice shards exploded up from the pavement, imbedding in feet, legs and flailing arm.
He returned to systematically moving through the lingering crown, some too high to do more than cheer and have no idea what they were cheering for. He took them apart with knife blade and ice.]
[When bullets came into play, so did Rumlow's teleportation. Thick clouds of black smoke filled the air as he moved from one place to the next, efficiently wielding both blade and tail. Bucky's own addition to the fray did monumental damage, those powers of his coming in handy. Rumlow caught a demon getting skewered by a long icicle out of the corner of his eye right before he disappeared again, only to appear beside his partner. His tail flashed and wrapped around a demon's throat, squeezing tight and snapping his neck. It slithered away and Rumlow looked back at Bucky, a brief expression of adoration crossing his face.
They worked with deadly efficiency, reducing the crowd to bleeding bodies, dead, dismembered. Rumlow's knife dripped with thick red blood, face smeared with it, clothes ruined. He huffed a laugh, watching a demon try to crawl away, only to have another of Bucky's ice shards slit his throat. Seemed that was the last of them though, the escapees far beyond their reach. Let them run, he thought. Spread the word that they weren't to be fucked with.
Rumlow took in a breath, bent over and wiped the blood off his knife on the shirt of one of the corpses. He straightened, tucking it back into his pocket and looked to Bucky. The grin on his face was nothing short of shit-eating, the adrenaline of the fight pumping through his veins. He stepped over, grabbing the front of Bucky's shirt, not caring about the blood smearing into his palm, and tugged him close. Rumlow kissed him then, proper this time.
Nipped at his bottom lip while he pushed his other hand through Bucky's hair. He kissed him over and over. Poured all he felt into it. Earned them a few more catcalls, but it didn't matter. He had his Bucky, right here, he'd fought for him and he'd never stop.]
[They were a highly effective team, moving through their writhing opponents with a swift ease that allowed them to slipped passed each other. He never felt at risk of causing Rumlow damage, felt the caress of black smoke that came with the other man's teleportation, and the hot spray of blood that sometimes froze midair. It was, perhaps, the first time that he had been able to employ his power outside of the house, the first time that it could be used as a weapon rather than simply cooling the air. It was novel and yet he felt as if there were no risks to each other.
It almost seemed too quick that it was over, his clothing and face spattered with blood, his hair clinging to his cheeks and the twitching bodies of broken demons at their feet. He glanced around to make certain that there was no one in range before he turned his attention to Rumlow, doing a quick sweep of his eyes to make certain that there were no serious injuries present. Scrapes and bruises were par for the course but anything more than that... but there was nothing apparent. Rumlow seemed to be in high spirits.
Slowly, he bent and cleaned his knives, though they would need something more thorough when they finally returned home. The hilts were still sticky with the stuff, and he raised an eyebrow at the grin on Rumlow's face, unable to help how his lips twitched upwards in response. He sighed as their lips came together, sliding his metal arm across the back of Rumlow's shoulders and then curling his wings around them to offer some small sliver of privacy. He was almost overwhelmed by the strength of Rumlow's feelings, drowning in them and feeling all that fear shoved down further and further.
He gripped Rumlow's shirt in his hand and kissed back, pouring his own broken and sometimes confused emotions into the gesture. There was the sound of distant sirens, and that was perhaps the only thing that forced him away.]
We should be gone from this place. Come. [He took Rumlow's hand, pulling away and tugging his lover to follow him as he lead them from the alley]
[The sudden shade Rumlow surmised was from Bucky's wings, hearing the telltale rustle of feathers. Fine by him. Offer some privacy while they kissed. The moment stretched out between them, Rumlow getting lost in the taste, the sensation -- at least until he too, was broken from it by the sound of sirens.
He licked at his lips, took Bucky's hand and nodded. Rumlow followed Bucky, letting him lead them out of the alleyway, stepping over the bodies they had left behind. They trailed through the winding streets, making sure they were on their way home while avoiding the main thoroughfares. Eventually they slowed, no longer worried about being pursued. Rumlow's fingers were threaded in Bucky's, holding tight to that hand even if he didn't need to be.
They came to a stop a block from the house and Rumlow looked around for a moment, sweeping back his hair. He chewed his lip, looking at Bucky. Looking at the person his heart thudded for. Crowding in, Rumlow wrapped an arm around his waist, pulled him flush. He kissed him again, not yet ready to deal with the kids and their questions about how they looked. Still high from the fight, from the flood of emotions that had nearly drowned them both.
Rumlow broke away, forehead pressing against Bucky's to stare into his eyes.]
[On their meandering back to their own neck of Little Hades, he withdrew his wings into his flesh again. They were in the way, easily identified along with his metal arm, and they had already ruined his shirt. In fact, he was certain most of his clothing was ruined. It wasn't as if he had been avoiding the blood as much as he probably should have been, but in the heat of the moment, it hadn't seemed necessary.
Now the adrenaline was waxing, and he felt a deep exhaustion that had more to do with all the emotional upheaval than anything that he had done physically. It would have been easy to drift off on some mental tangent, analyzing what had happened, what had been said, his own mixed up emotions on the matter, but the tangle of their fingers together grounded him on the present.
He looked down the street towards the house that they rented with Chase and reached up with his metal hand to wipe at the dried blood that clung to his skin. It itched a bit, and it flaked off when he rubbed at it, but there was a lot more where it had come from. At least his clothing was dark; it hid a lot of the mess that had been made of his casual attire.
Bucky hummed softly as Rumlow once more crowded him, though there was no wall to be pushed up against. He simply rooted himself, leaning into the solid weight in front of him and closed his eyes as they kissed, sharing yet another tireless show of affection. He still felt exhausted, drained and somewhat empty, and he found himself peering into Rumlow's brown eyes before he had to close them at the words that washed over him. He nodded his head, taking in a deep breath.]
I think... I understand that now. [He squeezed where their fingers were still tangled together.] I feel so empty, like all of my emotions have fled and I'm just this empty shell that might be something more after some sleep. Is that normal?
[Rumlow answered. He wasn't upset. He understood that things like this were hard -- for both of them. Neither really had the experience, and Rumlow was going with his gut on this. On the point of sleep though, he agreed. He too, was emotionally exhausted, dredging up the past and then nearly losing Bucky in quick succession. An eventful date neither of them would forget anytime soon.
Rubbing his hand up and down Bucky's back, Rumlow tilted his head forward and gave Bucky a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. He unwound his arms, squeezing their hands together. They were nearly home. Rumlow fully planned on showering and flopping on their bed for the rest of the night.]
But we'll get through it. Pass out and process, and in the morning, I'll be there. Now c'mon. Maybe we can sneak into the shower before the kids play twenty questions.
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Date: 2017-01-10 05:43 pm (UTC)Bucky blinked at Rumlow's response, feeling his blood stir sluggishly as he glanced towards the crowd of amused mocking onlookers. He knew that look from Rumlow, and he allowed his hands to be disengaged before the other demon was gone in a puff of black smoke, and he knew without being told what was going to happen. He flexed his bloody hand, splitting them open again as he reached for the knives that he had hid along the waistline of his trousers. Spinning one into hand, he advanced.
The air around him cooled and seem to condense with frost, before he slammed his metal hand into the wall that he walked beside. At the end of the alley, a sharp shard of ice exploded out, ripping into bodies like a fragmentation grenade. He reached the crowd as bodies hit the floor writhing, dancing through them with sweeps of his knives that sliced through flesh, ripped through veins.
He twisted, swaying, ducked and dodged, coming up under guards, kneeing a demon into a parked car and spattering the wind shield with blood. The body then became a shield against gun fire and then a projectile as he threw it into another group of demons. A few were taking flight, but those that stayed... he stamped a foot and ice shards exploded up from the pavement, imbedding in feet, legs and flailing arm.
He returned to systematically moving through the lingering crown, some too high to do more than cheer and have no idea what they were cheering for. He took them apart with knife blade and ice.]
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Date: 2017-01-10 06:05 pm (UTC)They worked with deadly efficiency, reducing the crowd to bleeding bodies, dead, dismembered. Rumlow's knife dripped with thick red blood, face smeared with it, clothes ruined. He huffed a laugh, watching a demon try to crawl away, only to have another of Bucky's ice shards slit his throat. Seemed that was the last of them though, the escapees far beyond their reach. Let them run, he thought. Spread the word that they weren't to be fucked with.
Rumlow took in a breath, bent over and wiped the blood off his knife on the shirt of one of the corpses. He straightened, tucking it back into his pocket and looked to Bucky. The grin on his face was nothing short of shit-eating, the adrenaline of the fight pumping through his veins. He stepped over, grabbing the front of Bucky's shirt, not caring about the blood smearing into his palm, and tugged him close. Rumlow kissed him then, proper this time.
Nipped at his bottom lip while he pushed his other hand through Bucky's hair. He kissed him over and over. Poured all he felt into it. Earned them a few more catcalls, but it didn't matter. He had his Bucky, right here, he'd fought for him and he'd never stop.]
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Date: 2017-01-10 06:18 pm (UTC)It almost seemed too quick that it was over, his clothing and face spattered with blood, his hair clinging to his cheeks and the twitching bodies of broken demons at their feet. He glanced around to make certain that there was no one in range before he turned his attention to Rumlow, doing a quick sweep of his eyes to make certain that there were no serious injuries present. Scrapes and bruises were par for the course but anything more than that... but there was nothing apparent. Rumlow seemed to be in high spirits.
Slowly, he bent and cleaned his knives, though they would need something more thorough when they finally returned home. The hilts were still sticky with the stuff, and he raised an eyebrow at the grin on Rumlow's face, unable to help how his lips twitched upwards in response. He sighed as their lips came together, sliding his metal arm across the back of Rumlow's shoulders and then curling his wings around them to offer some small sliver of privacy. He was almost overwhelmed by the strength of Rumlow's feelings, drowning in them and feeling all that fear shoved down further and further.
He gripped Rumlow's shirt in his hand and kissed back, pouring his own broken and sometimes confused emotions into the gesture. There was the sound of distant sirens, and that was perhaps the only thing that forced him away.]
We should be gone from this place. Come. [He took Rumlow's hand, pulling away and tugging his lover to follow him as he lead them from the alley]
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Date: 2017-01-10 06:41 pm (UTC)He licked at his lips, took Bucky's hand and nodded. Rumlow followed Bucky, letting him lead them out of the alleyway, stepping over the bodies they had left behind. They trailed through the winding streets, making sure they were on their way home while avoiding the main thoroughfares. Eventually they slowed, no longer worried about being pursued. Rumlow's fingers were threaded in Bucky's, holding tight to that hand even if he didn't need to be.
They came to a stop a block from the house and Rumlow looked around for a moment, sweeping back his hair. He chewed his lip, looking at Bucky. Looking at the person his heart thudded for. Crowding in, Rumlow wrapped an arm around his waist, pulled him flush. He kissed him again, not yet ready to deal with the kids and their questions about how they looked. Still high from the fight, from the flood of emotions that had nearly drowned them both.
Rumlow broke away, forehead pressing against Bucky's to stare into his eyes.]
You're my goddamn world, Bucky.
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Date: 2017-01-11 06:04 am (UTC)Now the adrenaline was waxing, and he felt a deep exhaustion that had more to do with all the emotional upheaval than anything that he had done physically. It would have been easy to drift off on some mental tangent, analyzing what had happened, what had been said, his own mixed up emotions on the matter, but the tangle of their fingers together grounded him on the present.
He looked down the street towards the house that they rented with Chase and reached up with his metal hand to wipe at the dried blood that clung to his skin. It itched a bit, and it flaked off when he rubbed at it, but there was a lot more where it had come from. At least his clothing was dark; it hid a lot of the mess that had been made of his casual attire.
Bucky hummed softly as Rumlow once more crowded him, though there was no wall to be pushed up against. He simply rooted himself, leaning into the solid weight in front of him and closed his eyes as they kissed, sharing yet another tireless show of affection. He still felt exhausted, drained and somewhat empty, and he found himself peering into Rumlow's brown eyes before he had to close them at the words that washed over him. He nodded his head, taking in a deep breath.]
I think... I understand that now. [He squeezed where their fingers were still tangled together.] I feel so empty, like all of my emotions have fled and I'm just this empty shell that might be something more after some sleep. Is that normal?
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Date: 2017-01-11 10:28 am (UTC)[Rumlow answered. He wasn't upset. He understood that things like this were hard -- for both of them. Neither really had the experience, and Rumlow was going with his gut on this. On the point of sleep though, he agreed. He too, was emotionally exhausted, dredging up the past and then nearly losing Bucky in quick succession. An eventful date neither of them would forget anytime soon.
Rubbing his hand up and down Bucky's back, Rumlow tilted his head forward and gave Bucky a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. He unwound his arms, squeezing their hands together. They were nearly home. Rumlow fully planned on showering and flopping on their bed for the rest of the night.]
But we'll get through it. Pass out and process, and in the morning, I'll be there. Now c'mon. Maybe we can sneak into the shower before the kids play twenty questions.