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garbage all the way down ([personal profile] trashmod) wrote in [community profile] hydratrashmeme2014-05-30 05:23 pm

Trash Party Dumpster #1

(Will be continued in a Dumpster #2 post if by some unholy hell-miracle this post hits the 5000-comment limit.)

Filthy anon dumpster for sad hobos to fling moldy pizza crusts, raccoon eye makeup tips, and garbage about their sad trash kinks at each other.

AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. One hundred percent Hydra Party Favor Bucky Barnes, Is It Sexy Violence Or Violent Sex?, and Bad Guys Do Bad Things To Your Faves: Winter Soldier Edition. BLANKET NON-CON/DUB-CON WARNING, not safe for work, not safe for life, not safe for anyone, read at your own risk of becoming one of us.

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Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 6/?

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Rogers' mouth is good. Slick and hot, even if he's just kneeling there with his jaw slack and not doing much to help this along. The pleasure is uncomplicated. It affords him some valuable time to stop and think.

He's not supposed to think.

He's definitely not supposed to think about whether there was a person who was him before the endless rounds of cryo and the memory wipes that never seem to fully take. He'd always assumed it had been going on his whole life, or that at some point he'd agreed to this. That one of the things he couldn't remember was accepting the honor of being molded into an exquisite killing machine. Stood to reason, right? The thought that there could be a life cut short somewhere in his past, strangers who know his face, people who are devoted to him—and there's no question that Steve Rogers is devoted to this Bucky—it's uncomfortable. It's messy, is what it is. Inelegant.

Okay, so he knows the name of the poor schmuck who was sacrificed to create the Winter Soldier. What does that change? Seriously, what the hell is he supposed to do about it? He's not the person Steve Rogers thinks he is. Brushing up against the ghost of his past self is destabilizing his programming, but it's not gonna undo the person he is now, and why would he even want that to happen? He sleeps, he wakes up, he changes history, he does what his handlers and techs determine he has to do to remain one of the top assassins in the world, he goes back to sleep. It's not a bad life. Rogers would hate it, but Rogers is sitting there crying—okay, cheap shot, maybe his eyes are just watering—over having to give one unwanted blowjob. His possessiveness over his own body is a liability the Winter Soldier discarded long ago, if his past self ever had it. Why would he want it back? Why give up what he has just for one person's devotion?

There's a flash of movement in his peripheral vision. He looks up and sees a square of light appear in the window of one-way glass between the cell and the antechamber. Pierce has opened the door to the hallway and stands there in profile, silhouetted against the light from outside, ushering in a gaggle of people the Winter Soldier can't recognize with the light at their backs. One of them stops in the doorway to chat. Pierce throws his head back, the way he sometimes does when he laughs, and pours the man a drink. The square of light disappears.

They're here to watch the interrogation. Drinks going around mean it's a social occasion—like they're goin' to the goddamn pictures, a sullen, ferocious voice in the back of his head interjects. He doesn't want to believe what Rogers said, about how this isn't even about the intel, about how they're confronting him with someone from his past for their own entertainment, about how they can risk compromising him (and he feels compromised all right) because they've decided he's expendable. But the whole thing smells rotten. It's not his place to decide it smells rotten, that's just another way of saying there's information they haven't deemed necessary for him to know, which is perfectly routine. But it smells rotten all the same.

There's always the possibility that Rogers is lying. It'd definitely be in his self-interest to get the interrogator on his side. Funny, convoluted way to go about it though. Or maybe it's a test. They've discovered some flaw, some vulnerability in his programming and they're trying to see if it can be exploited. Makes sense. After all, Rogers is messing with his head something fierce, but there's no evidence to back up his claims, or even a glimmer of recognition at the sight of his face. Granted, the Winter Soldier has been spending most of his time staring at Rogers' back, but it's not as though...

He makes the mistake of looking down. Rogers is staring up at him. Probably has been for some time, kneeling there watching the Winter Soldier's face as he lets him fuck his mouth. It's hard to say whether he's actually crying or whether his exertions are just making his eyes water, but the look on his face is worse than tears. It's... grief, and betrayal, and this awful hopeless frustration like he's reaching out his hand for something he'll never be able to grasp, and where the hell did that image come from? You can't read that into someone's expression just from looking at them. The Winter Soldier closes his eyes, head spinning, and then he's falling. Falling and falling and reaching out and never grasping anything, and then cold air hits his dick and his back hits the wall and Steve Rogers' voice is saying “Bucky?” from a long way away.

Re: Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 6/?

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Oh god this is literally everything I ever wanted in a fic I've been waiting for someone to write Winter Soldier/Steve noncon and you are doing phenomenally

Re: Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 6/?

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Yaaay thank you! So many delicious layers of Wrong. So many.

Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 7/?

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
(Btw, sorry I wasn't responding to comments earlier, I was away from the computer for a lot of this weekend... but rest assured, your feedback is sweet sweet sustenance to me and the knowledge that there are other people aboard this hell-train gives me life. ♥)

When he remembers where he is and how to make his voice work, he finds himself saying, “Just give me the information, Steve. Tell me what I was sent here to find out, and this will all be over.” He's lost his hard-on. He probably won't be able to get it back up.

“Yeah, and what then?” Rogers' voice is pitched low and urgent. “You go back to wherever they keep you when they don't need you, I rot here waiting for the firing squad, and neither of us gets a decent night's sleep until the day they decide to put us down like stray dogs. To hell with that. You know this part of the building, I know the surrounding area, you've got enough firepower for both of us, we can escape. You and me, Buck, just like old times. We've gotten out of worse places than this.”

He hits Rogers across the face with his metal arm. Then he leans in real close and hisses, “They're watching. They might be listening. Even if I wanted in on your crazy plan—which I don't—talking about it here is a real dumb move.”

“Where else are we going to get the chance? Bucky...”

I'm not Bucky.” The Winter Soldier flings him to the ground in a rage and gets the stun stick back out. He jabs it into the hollow of Rogers' throat. “Now. Three options. I throw you over that bed and fuck you. I get to work on your kneecaps. Or you tell me what Nick Fury told you before he died. I'm on a mission, and any of those would count as completing it. Your choice.”

Rogers gazes up at him with a pleading look on his face, but the Winter Soldier is pitiless. After a lot of squirming and a few “c'mon, Bucky...”s, he screws his eyes shut and mutters, “Guess my butt's already taken all the damage it's going to take. Can't believe I'm signing up for more of this, but option one it is.”

It's the answer the Winter Soldier has been both dreading and hoping for. Hoping for, because there is a scrap of an idea germinating in the back of his mind, and it will go off a lot easier if Rogers can walk. Dreading, because he doesn't know if he can go through with it. He drags Rogers to his knees, shoves him forward so he's bent over the cot, and tries to stroke himself back to full hardness. No go. Rogers has got one hell of a nice body; some animalistic part of him that his programming can control but not eliminate had recognized that from the start. But every time he tries to think about that, the image of Rogers staring up at him with his mouth open around the Winter Soldier's cock and desperate grief contorting his features springs unbidden to his mind. Not only is it the opposite of a turn-on, he's got the feeling that thinking about it for too long will bring on another inconvenient flashback. He wonders with vague irritation what other people think about to get themselves off.

He tucks himself back into his pants with a noise of disgust and considers his options. He can always fall back on option two, plain old torture, and try to find something that isn't too disabling but is impressive enough to convince Pierce that Rogers isn't going to talk. Or—there's more than one way to violate somebody. He rests a hand on the small of Rogers' back, right above his tailbone, and says, “Don't move.” Lays the stun baton horizontally over the backs of his legs, right at the crease where thigh meets buttock, and gives him a good solid jolt. Rogers twitches violently and bites back a cry of pain. He does it again, and Rogers abandons whatever's left of his pride and sinks his teeth into the thin blanket to keep from screaming. A third time, sliding it over so the tip of the baton digs into his perineum, and the scream tears its way out of his throat anyway. Pierce had better be watching this little display.

The Winter Soldier pushes the tip of the stun stick inside him, and Rogers goes very, very still. His breathing is fast and shallow, his eyes are wide with fear. This isn't what he signed up for, and for all he knows the Winter Soldier is about to see whether his body can withstand a shock from the inside. Good. It's all very, very believable. The spectators on the other side of the mirror glass are getting a hell of a show. He starts sliding the baton in and out, fucking him on it, and angles it to inflict more unwanted pleasure. It's a skill he learned from the best, and with a little help from his right hand, soon he's got Rogers flinching in utter horror as he stiffens in the Winter Soldier's grip.

“Tell me when you're close,” he hisses as quietly as he can, hoping to hell that their audience either isn't listening or doesn't have equipment sensitive enough to pick up the words over Rogers' strangled groans.

He doesn't know what he was expecting, but he definitely wasn't expecting Rogers to breathe out an almost imperceptible “Okay” and relax under him. The stupid bastard trusts him. Enough to let go and give himself over at the first indication that the Winter Soldier's got a plan, even with a glorified cattle prod shoved up against his innards. What the hell is wrong with him, and what the hell did this Bucky ever do to deserve that? The Winter Soldier is torn between the temptation to push the button and let him reap the reward of his idiocy, and the return of that absurd horror of letting Steve Rogers down. Horror wins out. He keeps fucking him, trying to make it look a lot more vicious than it really is, and keeps jerking him off, but doesn't do anything worse. He keeps his left hand on the small of his back to pin him down, right below where his hands are cuffed behind him, and Rogers grabs his metal wrist with both hands. One of them is still bleeding where the Winter Soldier put a knife through it, and the red smear on the metal matches the fresh bloodstains on the stun stick. The gesture probably looks like a last-ditch struggle or plea, but the Winter Soldier is pretty sure he knows what it really is. Clinging. After everything he's just been through, Steve Rogers is holding on to him—to him—for support.

Re: Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 7/?

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
its so fuckin beautiful. i havent commented before but-- godDAMN this is so wonderful

Re: Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 7/?

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
Thaaaanks! ♥

Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 8/9

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
It takes a surprisingly short amount of time before Rogers tenses and whispers, “Now.” The Winter Soldier doesn't hesitate. He lets the stun baton slip out, trying not to make it obvious that that's what he's doing, shoves it back up against Rogers' perineum, and pushes the button. The scream is blood-curdling. Afterwards the silence, broken only by Rogers' sobbing gasps and the splattering of his come on the concrete floor, is eerily loud. The Winter Soldier almost feels guilty, but it was a shock he knew Rogers could take, and this had to look realistic. Besides, if he's capable of guilt he should save it up for what he's about to do.

“I'm giving you one more chance,” he says, his voice as flat as it was when he came in and kicked the guards out. “Tell me about Fury. Tell me who else you've told.”

“Like hell,” Rogers spits.

“Your funeral.” He holsters the stun baton, retrieves the two knives he used, and finds the mask on the floor in the opposite corner. He is stabilizing. When he puts the mask on he feels almost like the dead-eyed killer he was when he first walked into this room. Except now, he has a sense of purpose that has nothing to do with his mission. He doesn't look back to see Rogers' reaction.

When he emerges into the antechamber everyone but Pierce takes a step back. “Mission report,” Pierce says calmly.

“You saw the measures I employed. He didn't talk.”

“Did he... have anything else to say to you?”

There's a titter in the back of the room.

“He claimed to recognize me,” the Winter Soldier says dully, without the slightest sign of interest. “He thought I was someone named Bucky. He said I knew him.”

“And do you?”

“No,” the Winter Soldier lies.

“Not at all? No reaction to what he said to you?”

“It disturbed me,” he says dispassionately. Behind his dead eyes, he is watching Pierce with the attention of a predator. Even if Steve Rogers is real, this could all still be a test. “It indicates a gap in my programming that could be vulnerable to exploitation.”

There are more titters from the back. Pierce smiles a smile of genuine pleasure bordering on smugness, without a trace of concern for the liability that's been pointed out to him. They weren't testing their weapon's capabilities. In all likelihood they don't care about their weapon's capabilities. They jeopardized their control over his mind—and lost it—for the pure spectacle of watching him rape and torture his former self's best friend. His mind is made up, not so much through outrage as through disgust at the pointless waste, even before Pierce says, “Don't worry about it, we'll have him taken care of.”

“A request.”

It's the second time today he's caught gone off script and caught Pierce by surprise. He figures that after what they just had him do, they won't be too suspicious if he's not quite himself. “Yes?” says Pierce.

“As I said, it disturbed me. If that man is to be eliminated, it would settle my mind if I could be the one to carry it out.”

Pierce actually laughs. “You want to blow his brains out yourself?”

“Yes.”

“What the hell. Granted. Nicole, get us another bottle of champagne.”

Re: Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 8/9

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
This is the true pinnacle of filthy trash porn, right here.

Re: Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 8/9

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
It's an honor to serve, ma'am!

Re: Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 8/9

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
You're amazing and outstanding and wonderful for writing this and I love you forever.

Re: Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 8/9

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks! ♥ I love everyone in this dumpster.

Re: Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 8/9

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 11:11 am (UTC)(link)
OH MY GOD. THIS IS ALL SO HOT; SERIOUSLY. WELL FUCKING DONE.

Re: Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 8/9

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
SOMETIMES I FEEL GUILTY FOR HOW HOT I FIND MY OWN SICK TRASHPORN and then I remember what company I'm in. :D

Re: Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 8/9

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
This is fucking fantastic.

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(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
Thank youuuu!

Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 9/9

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
They're unceremonious about it. At first Pierce wants him to go right back in and put a bullet between Rogers' eyes while the rest of them watch. But the Winter Soldier fixes him with a stare so cold-blooded that even Pierce takes a step back, and says, “No. This is an execution, not an assassination. Send a firing squad with me if you think I need backup, but I'm doing this outside and burying him where he falls.”

A couple people present look ready to protest, but Pierce holds up a placating hand. “Let him have what he wants,” he says, in a tone so patronizing that it only cements the Winter Soldier's conviction that they're going to dispose of him soon. “Tomorrow we'll be the ones laying the past to rest. It's only right to do it with dignity.” He raises his glass to the Winter Soldier, who doesn't acknowledge it beyond a poisonous stare. “Get a team together,” he says to Rumlow, “take him down to the yard behind the loading dock on the Virginia side. You wanna wait till dawn?” he asks the Winter Soldier. “That's the traditional way.”

The Winter Soldier gives a fractional shake of his head.

The team are all picked out from among his handlers. They're solid, dependable men. They've helped make the Winter Soldier what he is today. He gets them to arm him to the teeth with extra guns and ammo “just in case.”

Rogers doesn't understand at first. It's not until they're marching him down the corridor and into the elevator that he asks what's going on.

“You won't have to rot in your cell waiting for that firing squad,” the Winter Soldier says, and looks straight ahead so he doesn't have to see the betrayal on Rogers' face.

The 'yard' is below water level, all damp asphalt and high walls, the ugly functional underside lurking behind every shiny corporate headquarters. Whatever they unload here must come in by boat, and sure enough there's a rope cleated off on top of the wall that turns out to belong to a dinghy packed with a bunch of identical, really suspicious-looking briefcases. Who knows what SHIELD is getting up to with those; the crew loading them into the dinghy turn tail and flee when they see them. It's only after they've gone that Rogers starts in on him. “Bucky,” he says, “don't do this—”

“Are you going to put up a fight?” the Winter Soldier asks coolly.

Rogers deflates, though to his credit he doesn't look like he's about to cry. Shoulda guessed the stupid asshole would march to his death with dignity, even under the worst possible circumstances. Always too brave for his own good. “No. I'm not going to fight you. I'm with you, Buck, with you to the end of the line, even if you're the one who's—”

“Good, 'cause I don't want you compounding your stupid by getting yourself hurt.” He raises his assault rifle and shoots the rest of their escort, five shots in quick succession before any of them have time to do so much as turn around. One of them is wounded, not dead. Sloppy. He shoots him in the back of the head, execution-style, and turns back to Rogers. “Shut your gob and get moving, we're stealing ourselves a boat.”

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(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
#1.

“So, uh, about. What happened. I'm sorry. I'm real sorry. We'll talk, okay? I was...”

“I think we can shelve that discussion for when we don't have a Coast Guard patrol to avoid and a shadowy government conspiracy to bring down!”

“Yeah, well, you know what I think?” says Bucky. “I think you got me confused with someone who gives a damn what you think. Don't you tell me when's a good time to apologize, I'm sorry as hell.”

Steve groans and guns the motor. “Why did the first thing you remember have to be that you're a jerk?”

#2.

They get to the hospital to retrieve the USB stick. Introductions are in order. “You had a heart-to-heart with the guy sent in to torture you and he busted you out instead?” Natasha says. There's bubble gum all over her face, which is the closest Steve's ever come to seeing her at a loss. “You know, I should really, really be more surprised than I am.”

“Hang on,” says Bucky, “I think I shot you.”

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you know like that one part of the first cap movie, and that lady played by natalie dormer goes, "the women of america owe you their thanks"

well the trashbabies of the hydra party favor trash party 2014 owe you their thanks. *reels you in by the tie you may or may not be wearing you and smooches you behind the bookcase*

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This is an absolute masterwork in dumpster porn.

*slow clap*

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YES GLORIOUS TRASH so perfect and amazing ugh

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Re: Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 9/9

(Anonymous) 2014-06-10 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
This was great, nonnie, simply great.

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Re: Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 8/9

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh God, half of me almost wanted to see what happened if he had pressed the stun stick while it was still inside Steve. Does this mean I'm as evil as Hydra. Regardless this was fucking awesome. Had me at the edge of my goddamn seat, nonnie.

Re: Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 8/9

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
It means you're in the spirit of trash party. =D

Re: Elevator take 2, SEQUEL 8/9

(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh God, half of me almost wanted to see what happened if he had pressed the stun stick while it was still inside Steve. Does this mean I'm as evil as Hydra. Regardless, this was fucking awesome. Had me at the edge of my goddamn seat, nonnie, well done.