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

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.

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Natasha's rhythm slowed further, and the force of her suckling eased. In another moment she was only mouthing at him, though he was far from drained on the left side, still painfully full on the right.

She was exhausted and wounded. He had soothed her enough to forget her pain, given her what her stomach could bear to drink. Naturally she had fallen asleep. She would wake, in minutes or an hour or two, and nurse again. He would stay all night, watching over her and feeding her.

She snuffled a sleeping sound against his chest. Bucky shifted to roll her mouth off of him so that she could breathe freely, a steady in and out over his wet skin.

It should be enough that she was safe and fed and asleep, but Bucky was still in pain. He was soothed a little from the agony of waiting, but he needed relief, and...

Small sounds came closer. Bucky watched without moving a muscle as Steve reappeared in the doorway and took a cautious half-step inside. He held up something that Bucky recognized, after a confused moment, as a washcloth.

Bucky nodded slowly, unable to tear his gaze away. Steve came all the way in, perching on the edge of the bed beside him. Steve hesitantly offered the washcloth, and Bucky closed his eyes again, stretching his right arm out to his side. He made himself breathe slowly and evenly, just the way Natasha did when she was in pain, waiting for an answer to his silent request.

The washcloth touched him just above the top of his jeans, warm and slightly rough. Bucky shivered as Steve wiped the sheen of milk from his skin in steady, firm strokes.

Bucky was intensely aware of every millimeter of progress as Steve worked his way up Bucky's ribcage. He stopped breathing a second before Steve's thumb brushed along the underside of his pec. The lightest touch on that taut skin made the ache unbearable, and milk jetted out from his right nipple, his body desperately offering it up to empty air.

Bucky opened his eyes on Steve holding very still. The washcloth rested over his ribs, Steve's hand perfectly motionless around it. The white of freshly spilled milk dotted Steve's knuckles. Bucky dragged his gaze up and found Steve staring down at his chest, but a second later Steve met his eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Steve's voice was low and even--probably to keep from waking Natasha, who was still slumped bonelessly on Bucky's left side. Bucky couldn't read anything from the words. He still couldn't read Steve's eyes.

"A little," Bucky admitted, holding back everything else he wanted to say--to ask, to beg. "Just... really full."

Steve didn't move his hand. His gaze went down to Bucky's chest and over to Natasha before he met Bucky's eyes again. "What do you need, Buck? How can I help?"

And that was the answer, wasn't it? If Bucky could make this a favor Steve was doing for him, instead of something he desperately wanted to do for Steve...

"Keep going," Bucky managed.

Steve's gaze dropped to Bucky's chest and stayed there, and then he shifted his hand from the washcloth to the swollen mound of Bucky's pec. His palm was still hot from the damp cloth, and Bucky hissed when Steve squeezed, making more milk spray out. Steve was still sitting perfectly upright, his mouth nowhere near Bucky's nipple, and the milk striped Steve's hand and Bucky's belly, spilled uselessly.

"Don't," Bucky said without thinking, and Steve jerked his hand away.

Bucky shook his head quickly. "No, just--don't waste it, Stevie. Please. Don't waste it."

Steve's gaze cut to Natasha again, and then to his hand, curled in midair halfway between them. As Bucky watched, Steve licked his knuckles clean, taking Bucky's milk on his tongue.

"Please," Bucky whispered. His whole body seemed narrowed down to the throbbing ache of his right pec, his milk-wet nipple.

Steve met his eyes again and gave a short, sharp nod. Target acquired.

Steve folded down over him, lips parted. He hesitated an inch short and Bucky gritted his teeth, telling himself to be patient. Natasha shifted against his left side, and he tried to relax for her, to let her keep sleeping.

The tip of Steve's tongue swiped across his nipple, and Bucky's whole body jerked. His right hand came up on reflex, swatting the back of Steve's head, and Steve jerked back to glare at him.

Bucky was glaring too, his right hand in a fist to keep him from grabbing Steve and shoving him back down where he belonged.

"This isn't a suckjob, Rogers--"

"Pretty sure that's exactly--"

"Shh."

There was a hint of a pained moan in Natasha's voice. She hadn't picked up her head or opened her eyes, but Bucky could feel the unhappily wakened tension in the whole length of her body. He immediately turned his head to nuzzle apologetically at her hair, and he saw Steve's shoulders curl down at the reprimand.

"Be nice," Natasha added, rubbing her nose sternly against Bucky's chest, reminding him that he still had milk to give on that side. "It's not his fault he doesn't know how to latch. Most adults don't. You have to be patient with him."

Bucky could read furious indignation as it straightened every line of Steve's body, even out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head further to try to hide his smile in Natasha's hair, and murmured, "Maybe you'd better set him a good example, then."

Natasha hummed drowsily but got to it, picking her head up just enough to set her open mouth wide over Bucky's nipple, latching on firmly. He sighed in relief as she drank, and then his breath caught at the sensation of Steve's mouth on his right side.

Steve latched on like a pro this time and sucked at him perfectly, letting Bucky's milk finally flood out for him. He swallowed and shifted off before he settled down and sucked again. As quickly as he mastered any other physical skill Steve got the hang of this, sucking and swallowing and breathing in a double-time complement to Natasha's drowsy nursing. She was soothing herself back to sleep with every pull of her mouth, and Bucky rubbed gently at her shoulder with his left hand, bringing his right arm around Steve to coax him into a more comfortable position.

Steve grunted against his chest, rhythm breaking as he resettled himself. He lay along Bucky's body in a mirror of Natasha's position, resting heavily against his leg and side. Bucky closed his eyes, too overwhelmed to keep watching. The weight of their bodies pressed him down, and the twin pulls of their mouths drew out everything he could give them. He held them both close and let the soft-edged sense of contentment wipe away every other concern, including what the fuck this was going to look like in the morning.

For now it was dark and quiet and warm. He had his Natashenka, his Stevie, both safe, both here and his to feed. This was enough.

Aww, this is so sweet. I was expecting a lot more fruitless hair-tugging (Steve) and bitten-off cursing (Bucky).

But who knows what the morning will bring!

Yeah, they're not quite through this yet. :D

I can only hope/assume that big ol grin means there is untold emotional agony in store for them!!!

*high-pitched excited dog noises of glee*

:D :D :D :D :D

How are you so perfect authoranon??

I made a dark, terrible bargain.

(OP) bad things are happening to my blood pressure, a!a, and they're entirely your fault. and yet, i'd very much like for them to continue. you should be proud of yourself :)

also is there any chance this will go up all in one piece on ao3, once you're done?

It definitely will!

umm... wow. Didn't expect Steve to pick it up so quickly. Can't wait for the debrief afterward!

god, I can only imagine.

Bucky: so you can see why I'd be reluctant to tell you about this

Steve:

Steve: ...yeah

Unless Steve doesn't see, and he's just indignant "I thought you trusted me!"

okay but what if he splits the difference and understands but is furious anyway? :D?

That really seems the most likely.

*crosses fingers that replying to our comments means the next part will be up soon because this fic gets me right in the biological imperative, every goddamn time*

Well, Natasha implied that he COULDN'T, so.

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