Good, that's not a perception I want you to have to endure.
[He was also getting used to this longer leash, the independence that came with having a life beyond what Rumlow said and did. It was better suited to the roles that they had taken up to show the world around them. There was plenty of adventure to be found in Hell after all, and it was enjoyable to have the freedom to go and do exactly that as it suited him so long as his check-in times were compromised.]
Is that to say that you prefer to have someone sleeping in your bed at night?
[He had frequented it a little more than he did now when they had separate accommodations. There had been the excuse of not wanting to walk all the way back to Limbo or send Rumlow back to the dirty Hive, but here in this house, his room was literally down the hall. There was less excuse to request staying together at times.]
[There was the question Rumlow didn't want to answer. Not because of the answer itself, but the likely inquiries that would follow. It was times like this where he wished he could lie, but he could make due with obscuring the truth with other, less relevant truths. He rubbed at this face, and shrugged a shoulder.]
Sure, who wouldn't? It's nice curling up next to someone you're affectionate with. Don't you think?
[Turn the questions back on him, distract him with that rather than admit he just didn't want to be alone with that thing under his bed. That he wasn't real into what he thought it might want to do to him, if it managed to actually drag him down.]
[That was an expected answer, he supposed. Rumlow was willing to settle in with him and Chase and perhaps others if neither of them happened to be available. He didn't know, but he found the answer acceptable and easily believed as well. Rumlow had after all never been caught in a lie with him.]
Sometimes. It's nicer with a bed that can accommodate our size. Sometimes it's awkward knocking elbows or knees when turning over.
[He honestly didn't move much when he slept. He tended to stay in one spot for hours on end, life as an assassin in a small chamber or on the road with limited movements having fixed his needs to turn or shift.]
[The Soldier's answer made him chuckle. He shifted so he could wipe off a few drips of blood that had made it to his sides, then stood, ruffling the Soldier's hair with his clean hand. He needed to rinse off the cloth and wet it again.]
Yeah, that's definitely a luxury I was intent on when I got this place.
[He disappeared for a few moments while he ran the sink, squeezing out all the collected blood. He came back shortly after, pausing a foot or so from the bed to look at the Soldier. Red still smeared over his chest, hair lank and sat upon his bed. Something rumbled in his chest and Rumlow closed the distance between them, tipping the Soldier's face up towards his.]
[He nodded his head, staying where he had settled himself as he watched Rumlow clean up and move around the room. He could always appreciate the commander's rough swagger, like a soft challenge underneath an open promise.
Yet, he found it almost alarming the way that his breath seemed to catch in his chest when his chin was tipped up so that he was looking all the way up at his commander. It was never particularly difficult to breathe unless they had been kissing too long, but this contact sent a tingle down his spine. Was it anticipation?]
Yes. You can tell me anything. Your secrets are safe with me.
[Sometimes the Soldier had reactions that really got to him. That hitch in his breath, the look on his face, the way his pupils grew, looking into his eyes, easy to see with the pale shade they were. Rumlow felt heat coiling inside him, automatic, like it was tied into the Soldier's own state.]
You are the most pleasing aspect of my afterlife and every time I wake up with you next to me, it sends a shudder of pleasure right down my spine.
[The last four words Rumlow practically purred, punctuating them with the gentle drag of his thumb across the Soldier's bottom lip. He bit at his own, letting that feeling wash over him.]
[And just like that, there was a lump in his throat, hindering him from swallowing. It didn't mean that he failed in trying, the bob of his Adam's apple plain with the angle of his neck, and he found his blue eyes searching Rumlow's face. For what, he couldn't put to words. Something... important.
He instead hitched a breath that was much too loud, breaking the silence that settled over them after Rumlow's words. There was a callous on the thumb pad that ran of his lip, and it gave a blast of heat that reached his cheeks. He hadn't flushed in... well, he didn't know how long.]
I... It's comfortable next to you. I know that I'm safe even when my dreams are rocky.
[This was malfunction, he absently thought. It was growing, but it wasn't terrifying like he suspected he was made to feel. It wasn't a loss of control anyway; it was a slow awakening.]
[With that pale skin it was easy to see how flushed the Soldier got. Rumlow's lips curved up into a smile, and it broadened as the asset replied. Of course it pleased him to hear the Soldier appreciated the solace he offered, the safety, and the trust that he could infer from it. He didn't expect a grandiose response or anything like that, the Soldier was still a bit off on the emotional front, but Hell. Steps were steps.]
Good. I feel the same. I take a lot of comfort in the fact that you're with me. Wouldn't have it any other way.
[He wouldn't admit fear of the monster, but he could admit he had nightmares from time to time. The Soldier probably already knew that, anyway. His thumb dropped away from his face and Rumlow replaced it with his lips, ducking down to give the Soldier a kiss. He wanted to pour the heat he felt into it, but he still had a job to do. Didn't need to get distracted for long. Just enough to tease him, maybe entice the Soldier into wanting more, after they'd cleaned up.]
One of the reasons I keep you near... why I always want you so bad.
[He nodded his head as much as he was able with Rumlow's fingers gripping his chin and thumb still passing over his lower lip. He kept himself still on the bed even if he had the urge to shift his weight and crane his head towards the point of contact. He couldn't remember being a point of comfort before either. Protection, yes, but there was very little comfort that came with his presence. Rumlow somehow managed to tease out small details that other handler's had clearly overlooked.]
Even if there were other HYDRA agents here? You'd still want me this close?
[He watched as his commander drew close, his eyes shutting when their lips made contact. This was hardly to do with putting one another to bed for a few more hours of sleep, but he did not bother to resist pressing back into the contact. He sighed when they parted, but his blue eyes darted up to pin his commander, heat starting to pool in his gaze.]
[Rumlow cracked a grin at the idea of having other HYDRA agents around. He lifted a shoulder in a shrug, a somewhat mischievous light entering his eyes. Already he imagined it, how he would have to maneuver around them to keep his position on top, to keep his decision to engage with the Soldier unquestioned.]
Yes. We're not trained to protect each other, just work together. You and I? We're different. We're a better team than I ever had with STRIKE. You're more important to me than any of them ever were, and I'd hazard a guess to say you feel the same about me.
[Which was when Rumlow sucked in a breath. While it was true, he definitely had his ulterior motives, it wasn't exactly so shallow as to just stick his dick in him. He had his plans, which just happened to involve fucking the Soldier stupid.]
And yeah, I do, but at this point, I'm pretty sure you're far from uninterested. The way you kiss me? [Rumlow let his shiver be seen.] Like you can't get enough... you're curious. I know you are.
[He could recall a little of how STRIKE operated as he was snuck into the Triskelion for his final mission before his death. The team had been very familiar with each other, but there had been a structure of command and everyone knew their place in the group. There was no questioning orders, but also, there hadn't been much in the way of warmth between them either. They were perhaps too geared up with Insight coming so close, and thus there hadn't been time to show any kind of protectiveness for each other. Or, as Rumlow said, HYDRA was not a place for protectiveness between men and women on the front line like that.]
I'm more important because I'm extremely valuable. [An attempt at some kind of teasing.] You're my commander, and you are my order. We do make a good team.
[He watched Rumlow's reaction carefully, gauging where it fell into truth. It wasn't that his commander had ever lied to him before, but this was a subject in which they had clearly been moving towards. His blue eyes fixed on Rumlow's gaze, and he slowly nodded his head, folding his hands together in his lap.]
I am, but I don't want you to put in more effort than you do now. [He dropped his eyes away and then shifted further back on the bed.] I'm... broken, I suppose. I don't react like you do physically. I don't want to disappoint you.
[Rumlow huffed a laugh at the Solder's tease. He wasn't wrong, but he was glad he got his intention and still played with it. More steps in the right direction. He moved closer and resumed scrubbing at the blood, listening to him continue on. He nodded in agreement to them being a good team, flashing him a smile to show his appreciation for the sentiment.
It was pleasant to hear, at least until the Soldier started to self deprecate, breaking his gaze. Rumlow followed after him, setting the washcloth down and wrapped his arm around the Soldier's arm. He gently pulled him back towards him, reaching with his free hand to cup the Soldier's face, turning it back towards his own.]
Hey. You're not disappointing me. I always put in as much effort as I want, and I'd gladly put in more, but I'm not going to cross your boundaries. I doubt you're really broken, you just need... a jump start.
[Rumlow stroked his cheek, taking note of the obvious discomfort the Soldier felt in this admission. Hell, Rumlow couldn't blame him. He'd feel just as frustrated and upset if he couldn't get it up.]
All you've gotta do is say the word. I want you to be happy, Bucky, and if this would help, I'd put in all the effort I've got.
[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.
[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?
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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?]
[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....
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Date: 2016-07-22 02:40 pm (UTC)[He was also getting used to this longer leash, the independence that came with having a life beyond what Rumlow said and did. It was better suited to the roles that they had taken up to show the world around them. There was plenty of adventure to be found in Hell after all, and it was enjoyable to have the freedom to go and do exactly that as it suited him so long as his check-in times were compromised.]
Is that to say that you prefer to have someone sleeping in your bed at night?
[He had frequented it a little more than he did now when they had separate accommodations. There had been the excuse of not wanting to walk all the way back to Limbo or send Rumlow back to the dirty Hive, but here in this house, his room was literally down the hall. There was less excuse to request staying together at times.]
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Date: 2016-07-23 04:18 am (UTC)Sure, who wouldn't? It's nice curling up next to someone you're affectionate with. Don't you think?
[Turn the questions back on him, distract him with that rather than admit he just didn't want to be alone with that thing under his bed. That he wasn't real into what he thought it might want to do to him, if it managed to actually drag him down.]
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Date: 2016-07-23 04:26 am (UTC)Sometimes. It's nicer with a bed that can accommodate our size. Sometimes it's awkward knocking elbows or knees when turning over.
[He honestly didn't move much when he slept. He tended to stay in one spot for hours on end, life as an assassin in a small chamber or on the road with limited movements having fixed his needs to turn or shift.]
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Date: 2016-07-23 12:49 pm (UTC)Yeah, that's definitely a luxury I was intent on when I got this place.
[He disappeared for a few moments while he ran the sink, squeezing out all the collected blood. He came back shortly after, pausing a foot or so from the bed to look at the Soldier. Red still smeared over his chest, hair lank and sat upon his bed. Something rumbled in his chest and Rumlow closed the distance between them, tipping the Soldier's face up towards his.]
Can I tell you a secret?
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Date: 2016-07-23 01:39 pm (UTC)Yet, he found it almost alarming the way that his breath seemed to catch in his chest when his chin was tipped up so that he was looking all the way up at his commander. It was never particularly difficult to breathe unless they had been kissing too long, but this contact sent a tingle down his spine. Was it anticipation?]
Yes. You can tell me anything. Your secrets are safe with me.
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Date: 2016-07-23 02:36 pm (UTC)You are the most pleasing aspect of my afterlife and every time I wake up with you next to me, it sends a shudder of pleasure right down my spine.
[The last four words Rumlow practically purred, punctuating them with the gentle drag of his thumb across the Soldier's bottom lip. He bit at his own, letting that feeling wash over him.]
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Date: 2016-07-23 05:26 pm (UTC)He instead hitched a breath that was much too loud, breaking the silence that settled over them after Rumlow's words. There was a callous on the thumb pad that ran of his lip, and it gave a blast of heat that reached his cheeks. He hadn't flushed in... well, he didn't know how long.]
I... It's comfortable next to you. I know that I'm safe even when my dreams are rocky.
[This was malfunction, he absently thought. It was growing, but it wasn't terrifying like he suspected he was made to feel. It wasn't a loss of control anyway; it was a slow awakening.]
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Date: 2016-07-23 07:22 pm (UTC)Good. I feel the same. I take a lot of comfort in the fact that you're with me. Wouldn't have it any other way.
[He wouldn't admit fear of the monster, but he could admit he had nightmares from time to time. The Soldier probably already knew that, anyway. His thumb dropped away from his face and Rumlow replaced it with his lips, ducking down to give the Soldier a kiss. He wanted to pour the heat he felt into it, but he still had a job to do. Didn't need to get distracted for long. Just enough to tease him, maybe entice the Soldier into wanting more, after they'd cleaned up.]
One of the reasons I keep you near... why I always want you so bad.
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Date: 2016-07-23 07:34 pm (UTC)Even if there were other HYDRA agents here? You'd still want me this close?
[He watched as his commander drew close, his eyes shutting when their lips made contact. This was hardly to do with putting one another to bed for a few more hours of sleep, but he did not bother to resist pressing back into the contact. He sighed when they parted, but his blue eyes darted up to pin his commander, heat starting to pool in his gaze.]
Because you want to bed me.
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Date: 2016-07-23 07:52 pm (UTC)Yes. We're not trained to protect each other, just work together. You and I? We're different. We're a better team than I ever had with STRIKE. You're more important to me than any of them ever were, and I'd hazard a guess to say you feel the same about me.
[Which was when Rumlow sucked in a breath. While it was true, he definitely had his ulterior motives, it wasn't exactly so shallow as to just stick his dick in him. He had his plans, which just happened to involve fucking the Soldier stupid.]
And yeah, I do, but at this point, I'm pretty sure you're far from uninterested. The way you kiss me? [Rumlow let his shiver be seen.] Like you can't get enough... you're curious. I know you are.
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Date: 2016-07-23 08:02 pm (UTC)I'm more important because I'm extremely valuable. [An attempt at some kind of teasing.] You're my commander, and you are my order. We do make a good team.
[He watched Rumlow's reaction carefully, gauging where it fell into truth. It wasn't that his commander had ever lied to him before, but this was a subject in which they had clearly been moving towards. His blue eyes fixed on Rumlow's gaze, and he slowly nodded his head, folding his hands together in his lap.]
I am, but I don't want you to put in more effort than you do now. [He dropped his eyes away and then shifted further back on the bed.] I'm... broken, I suppose. I don't react like you do physically. I don't want to disappoint you.
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Date: 2016-07-23 09:37 pm (UTC)It was pleasant to hear, at least until the Soldier started to self deprecate, breaking his gaze. Rumlow followed after him, setting the washcloth down and wrapped his arm around the Soldier's arm. He gently pulled him back towards him, reaching with his free hand to cup the Soldier's face, turning it back towards his own.]
Hey. You're not disappointing me. I always put in as much effort as I want, and I'd gladly put in more, but I'm not going to cross your boundaries. I doubt you're really broken, you just need... a jump start.
[Rumlow stroked his cheek, taking note of the obvious discomfort the Soldier felt in this admission. Hell, Rumlow couldn't blame him. He'd feel just as frustrated and upset if he couldn't get it up.]
All you've gotta do is say the word. I want you to be happy, Bucky, and if this would help, I'd put in all the effort I've got.
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Date: 2016-07-23 10:22 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-07-23 11:19 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-07-24 01:46 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-07-24 09:29 am (UTC)[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?
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Date: 2016-07-24 03:05 pm (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2016-07-24 04:45 pm (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2016-07-25 02:57 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-07-25 07:46 pm (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2016-07-25 08:55 pm (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2016-07-25 11:50 pm (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2016-07-26 01:05 pm (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2016-07-27 04:05 pm (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2016-07-28 02:00 pm (UTC)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....
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