Dumpster #2: ...'Cause a Hydra Trash Party don't stop

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Unholy hell-miracle achieved! Welcome to Bad Guys Do Bad Things To Your Faves 2: Electric Boogaloo. AKA the seamy sexual-violence-and-violent-sex underbelly of Captain America fandom, AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. As usual, BLANKET NON-CON AND NSFW WARNINGS apply: just assume going in that everything in this landfill is unfit for human consumption.

Rules in brief: don't be a jerk except to fictional characters, warnings for particularly fucked-up garbage are nice but not required, thou shalt not judge the trashiness of thy neighbor's kinks unless thy neighbor is trying to pass off their rotting banana peels and half-eaten pizza crusts as a healthy romantic dinner for two, off-topic comments may be chucked out of the dumpster at management's discretion, management's discretion decrees that omegaverse, soulbond AUs, D/s-verse, non-superpowered AUs, and dark!good guys AUs are off-topic.

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Round 2 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 3.

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Fill: Leader of the Pack (9/10)

[(Anonymous)]

Sam had gone out to fetch dinner, while Bucky had shown Steve his book. He sat cross legged on the floor beside Steve, flicking through the pages, pointing out some of his favourite facts. Steve sat quietly, giving him complete attention. Bucky could only assume he was trying not to think about what would come next.

Once Bucky had talked Steve through all of the book he had already read, he showed him how to get a good view out of the window.
"No... see, if you twist, that's right, and rest your neck there..." He slowly talked Steve through the process. Steve was a little taller than him, and the movement was awkward, but soon Steve was able to see the view just like he could.

"You like it?" He asked softly. Steve smiled.
"Yeah, I do Bucky. You can get a really good view of the sky..." His voice trailed off, and he looked at Bucky once more, losing the angle he had managed. "You sit there often?"
"Sometimes." Bucky admitted. "It's easier for me, I'm not as wide-shouldered..." He took Steve's place, demonstrating how he could tuck against the window pane. Steve nodded, and fell quiet.

When Sam got back, they ate dinner. Bucky tried not to be too greedy, knowing Steve would have to pay for it, but he ate enough. Not eating would be ungrateful, and he didn't want to anger Sam, not when soon he would be watching him and Steve. He needed Sam to be in a good mood, to be willing to share his preferences.

Dinner was eaten in silence. When it was done, Steve looked at him, and cleared his throat.
"You want to come to our room?"

Wordlessly, Bucky nodded. He was led through to a room dominated by a large double bed, with soft blue sheets. It reminded him of Pierce's bed, and as he thought that he imagined the blue sheets splashed with Steve's hot blood. He nearly retched.

Steve looked around, frowning a little in consideration. After a couple of moments he nodded.
"Yes..." He mumbled to himself, then cleared his throat. "Bucky, how about you sit here, beside the door?" He asked, moving a chair from the corner over to next to the door. "Then just head out when you've seen enough."

Bucky sat.

Sam entered the room a little later, glancing at Bucky in concern and then sitting on the bed beside Steve. Steve kept sneaking glances at Bucky, uncertainty written on his face. Sam leaned in and whispered into his ear and Steve smiled and nodded, leaning to nuzzle Sam's neck.

Bucky stayed quiet. He wasn't here to talk, he was here to watch and to learn.

The touches from the couple on the bed were near chaste, gentle nuzzling and kisses pressed to fingers and foreheads. Bucky had never had someone be this gentle with him, not from Hydra.

"Love you." Steve murmured softly, and Bucky felt something click. He had had handlers who wanted him to tell them he loved them, or at least part of them. This was where he had gone wrong. He watched the kisses between them continue, still gentle, slowly growing more passionate as they glanced over at him less frequently.

That was how this worked then. Steve pretended he wanted it, said thank you, said he loved him, and Sam was happy. Sam would be willing to give him what he asked for if he played it like this. In a way he was grateful. It meant Steve was spared some of the pain. Pretending to want it might be humiliating, but it hurt a lot less than the alternative.

Bucky bit his lip, realising how stupid he had been. He had gone in entirely wrong. No wonder Sam had refused him. He used to be able to read his handler, but now he had made a mistake. He had said that he would do it, but not that he wanted it. Sam wanted to be seen as a giving man, a kind and patient one, and that meant he needed to hear that the other person wanted it.

Steve leaned in so that he could press a kiss to Sam's shoulder, and Sam's hands ran up Steve's side. That was Steve's sign to surrender. He understood that after a moment, and that he should leave, that he should get out of their way. With one final glance at the two of them, he turned and walked away.

He pulled the door closed behind him, and slumped to the floor, straining his ears to listen to the noises from the room, the whispered confessions, the murmurs and other sounds. That way if Steve called for help, he could get there instantly. He thought of his mistakes with Sam, how he had ruined it. If the chance came to do it again, he would not do it wrong. Not again.

Re: Fill: Leader of the Pack (9/10)

[(Anonymous)]

...buckyyyyyyyy...

*quiet moaning*

Re: Fill: Leader of the Pack (9/10)

[(Anonymous)]

Oh gods oh gods oh GODS

*flails arms in a panic* I just ... Bucky ... Bucky no, honey, no. Please.

Only ONE MORE PART?!?!?!? *runs in panicked circles*