hydratrashmeme | Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

Holy shitballs, look at us go. Welcome to Captain America fandom's resident wretched hive of scum and villainy: ROUND THREE. AKA Bad Guys Do Dirtybadwrong Things To Your Faves, 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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Steve gritted his teeth.

His eyes screamed Steve gritted his teeth.

His eyes screamed I'm going to kill you but the words that came out were: "Tell me what it will take to keep him alive, Rumlow. I'll do it. P...pr...pretty please." The words tasted like poison.

Rumlow looked incredibly pleased with himself.

"Don't worry, Captain. I only want you to do what comes naturally to you. I want you to show me how much you love your Bucky."

Steve looked at him with utter confusion, that instantly turned to worry again as Rumlow approached Bucky once more.

"Now now, don't act coy. Surely you must be aware of the rumors. Captain America and Bucky Barnes...I hear they teach about you in queer theory now."

"What the hell are you on about, Rumlow?"

"Why, the greatest gay love story of the 20th century that was never told."

"Okay, now I know you've gone completely insane."

Steve regretted the words the moment they came out of his mouth, because they had barely been spoken before Rumlow lifted his free hand and slapped Bucky in the face, hard. On any other day, Bucky would laugh it off - but today, bloodied and broken as he already was - he merely tried to cower away from the hand than caused him pain. Steve saw a few drops of blood appear in the corner of his mouth. He was silent, but his eyes were pleading. Steve wanted to mutter an empty apology to appease Rumlow, but the man had already started to speak again.

"Manners, Captain, manners. I concede I might be a madman, but I'm the madman who decides your fate, so you better act accordingly".

Steve swallowed a million curses he wanted to scream at the man, and nodded meekly.

"Good. So here's the deal. I honestly don't give a rat's ass if you two are or were gay for each other - but either you fuck your pal here, or I give him to my men and force you to watch as they take turns. Many, many turns. Is that understood?"

Steve did not reply, he simply stared at Rumlow as if he were the Devil himself.

"Tell you what," Rumlow said, a look of amusement on his face, "I'll give you ten minutes to decide. To get used to the idea. I'm a reasonable man."

Rumlow put his gun down on the slab, a couple of feet under Bucky's leg stumps. He pulled a latex glove out of the pocket of his cargo pants, and put it on, deliberately making it snap loudly against his hand.

Steve was taken over with a new sense of dread. He approached - slowly - making sure none of the snipers would get any ideas.

"Rumlow, what are you doing?"

"Never you mind, Rogers. You have some deciding to do."

Undisturbed, Rumlow took a small tube out of the same pocket, and squeezed some of the content on his latex-covered hand. He spread the see-through gel over his fingers. Steve didn't realize at first what was going on. He felt like he should know, like it was stupid not to, but his brain didn't want to make the connection between what his eyes were seeing and what was actually happening. Bucky, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly what was coming, because the words "no, please, don't" escaped his lips seconds before Rumlow's index finger roughly entered his anus. Every muscle in what was left of Bucky's body braced itself against the intrusion. He threw his head back with enough force that the thud against the operating table actually worried Steve, and he lifted himself up as much as his butchered body would allow, fruitlessly trying to escape Rumlow's finger. Rumlow simply laughed at Bucky's attempt to get away. He used his other hand to roughly press Bucky down on the table, and sunk his finger deeper inside. Bucky's face distorted in pain.

"You said I had time to think." Steve said, his voice small, like that of a child that had been done injustice by an adult. Suddenly he felt 5'4" and weak again.

"Oh, but you do," Rumlow replied as he pumped his finger in and out. "I'm merely getting him ready...for you, for my men...it makes no difference. You should be grateful. There will be less damage if he's slicked up."

Steve felt like the gears of both his body and mind just came to a grinding halt. He should do something. He should know what to do. He needed to fix this. How could he fix this? There had to be a way. If he could only think of the way.

His usually fast reflexes were failing him, and it was finally starting to sink in there was nothing he could do, but he wasn't willing to accept that just yet. He was torn between trying to get closer, and telling Bucky it was going to be okay, and simply averting his gaze and respecting Bucky by not witnessing this particular violation. He wondered if perhaps he could position himself in such a way that they would both get shot if he attacked Rumlow.
He could reach for the gun. Stand in such a way that the bullet would pass through him, and hit Bucky on the way out. That would be the solution. That would end this hellish farce. They both died once before - frankly there were worse things. Death would release them.

But what if, his mind kept screaming as it raced, what if Bucky would not die and remain at the hands of this monster. His thoughts were erratic, trying to find a way out of the situation like rats in a maze, but every plan was blocked off by a new wall, every turn led him to be lost even more..

There was no way out. This was happening. This was happening and he had no idea what to do.

It felt surreal. Like he was trapped inside a nightmare, or watching a film with people who just happened to look like people he knew.

In the end it was Bucky - always Bucky - that tethered him to reality. He heard him cry out as Rumlow forced another finger into him. He was shivering, biting his bloodied lip, not even trying to fight the tears anymore.

"Steve," he pleaded, "please."

Rumlow ignored Bucky, like he was not a man at all. Just some meat on a slab.

"You...or my men, are in for a treat," he breathed, his voice thick with arousal. "Your boy is as tight as a virgin on her wedding night. We never used him like this before, you see. Maybe the Germans or the Russians did, I don't know, but that's one snug fuckhole."

"I'll do it," he heard himself say, but it sounded like another man's voice to his ears.

Rumlow looked up and locked his gaze with Steve's. He stopped moving his fingers, but kept them buried deep inside Bucky.

"I said I'll do it," Steve repeated, "now please get your fingers out of him. Pretty please".

Rumlow's face lit up; his expression a mix of a shit-eating grin and sexual titillation.

"You sure you want me to do that?" Rumlow asked, deliberately pushing into Bucky again until he whimpered.

"Yes, I'm sure".

Rumlow pushed in a third finger without additional lube. Bucky's whole body strained with muscle tension again, but he was preemptively pinned down by Rumlow this time. There was nowhere to pull away to, he had to take it all at once. An actual scream escaped his mouth this time.

Rumlow laughed. "Reactive, isn't he?"

"You bastard, you said..."

"Oh, don't get our panties in a twist, Cap. I'm just having a little fun."

He pulled his fingers out of Bucky in one go, making him wince again.

"Go on then,"Rumlow said,"He's all yours."

That's. Gulp. That's.

THABKUOITHABKYKUYHABJYOU

I hope those are good noises...kinda?

That's me trying to say thank you and choking on my own tongue at this pinnacle of trashliness.

<3

Let's see if we can get to lower depths when Steve tries to fuck him...

This is terrible. It's actually horrifyingly awful.

ILU. *.*

Well, it's the right place for terrible :)

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