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Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

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Nope, this is still not a happy story.

This should probably have a trigger warning if things concerning suicidal thoughts disturb you.

And yeah, I messed up the chapters again! I swear the next one is the last.

I'm still sorry.
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Steve looked down at his own crotch, and cursed at his body betraying him. He was no longer sure if this was the pill's doing, or if this was just him wanting Bucky.

"We're among supersoldiers here," Rumlow mocked. "I'm sure you can go another round."

Steve looked at Bucky and saw the sheer panic in his eyes.

"Rumlow, no, he can't take anymore. He can't."

"Oh, don't underestimate your friend. I used to take him on missions. Boy's got resilience."

Steve seethed on the inside. This man had pretended to be his friend, had smiled at him and joked with him, all while keeping his best friend as his brainwashed pet.

"I think I want to see him ride you this time." Rumlow continued."Yeah, that sounds like fun."

"Oh for God's sake, he can't. He can't even sit up, you know that."

"I'm sure you'll find a way."

"NO."

Three shots were fired instantly from the glass wall, mere seconds within each other. Steve ducked over Bucky, shielding him with his body.

For a moment he was back in Europe, feeling the cold winter winds on his face, hearing the cries of dying men nearby, and the sound of gunshots and bombs in the distance. He shivered.

He forced the memory away best as he could, and looked to see what had happened. Three bullet holes now adorned the floor next to the operating table. They formed a line of sorts - the first a few feet away, the next closer, and the last right next to the table leg.

These were highly trained gunmen. If they had missed, it was only because they had chosen to.

"Your call, Cap. We can put you out of your misery, no problem. But we get to keep Bucky to play with."

Steve didn't know anymore. Maybe death was better. Maybe Rumlow was bluffing. Maybe Bucky was so broken he'd die quickly if they tried to torture him. Maybe...

But he couldn't bet on maybe's, now could he? That's why he had obeyed so far. Because he couldn't leave Bucky with these monsters.

He sat up on the slab and swung his legs over the edge. He lifted Bucky up,holding him in his arms like a broken doll, and pulled him on his lap. He supported his weight as much as he could, so there wouldn't be any pressure on the stumps, but that was near impossible. They were facing each other again, and the painful grimace on Bucky's face gave everything away. His eyes were pleading, but Steve wasn't the man who could give hearing to that plea. Their cocks were rubbing against each other - Steve's still frustratingly hard, while Bucky's was becoming rapidly soft.

This was wrong. This was all wrong. This was how lovers were supposed to sit, how lovers were supposed to touch. This was a cruel parody of it. What was supposed to be born of free will, happened under the barrel of a gun. What was supposed to cause pleasure, caused pain. And love...well love was still there, but it had been twisted and broken, and used as a weapon against them.

He held Bucky close, closer than he might have before, because what anyone thought was no longer something he worried about.

"Buck, I need to put in inside you a little more, okay?"

Bucky shivered all over, and rested his head against the crook of Steve's neck.

"Steve,no. I can't. I can't. Please make it stop. Make it stop."

"I can't, sweetheart. I'm so sorry. You need to be brave a little more."

Steve tried to ignore the fact he had just used the word sweetheart, but it came from his soul and it was the one thing he would not apologize for. He lifted Bucky up a bit, and positioned himself so that his erection was pressing against Bucky's asshole again.

"No...please no," Bucky's words were muffled against Steve's skin, but Steve understood them loud and clear. He was almost on the verge of tears himself. He wanted Bucky to give him permission. He needed him to, but he realized that might not happen.

"Buck, please."

He could see Rumlow hovering closer, gun drawn.

Steve could feel Bucky shaking his head against him. "I can't...can't take anymore. Stevie, I'm all torn up inside.

This was going to be worse than he thought. Rumlow would kill him, of that he was sure. And it was either his cock, or a dozen Hydra ones...he knew that, but God he didn't want to do this.

He stroked Bucky's hair and held him closer, whispering in his ear: "I'm sorry, pal, I have to do it. I have to. Be strong for me, okay? Here it comes. Try to relax."

Steve thrust forward into Bucky, supporting his weight as much as he could. He tried to be gentle, but the angle made gravity work against him, and he slid into Bucky fully in one go. Bucky cried out against his shoulder.

"You can bite down there, okay, like you did before. You're doing good. We're going to get through this."

He could feel Bucky's teeth sinking into his flesh, but the bite was weaker now, hardly even causing him pain, let alone drawing blood.

As Steve started fucking him again, he could hear Bucky sobbing in time with the thrusts. The sobs were shaking his truncated body, and Steve realized he was simply crying now, not even trying to hold it in. Bucky had broken under his touch and all the pain was flowing out now, raw and uncensored.

Steve felt Bucky remove his teeth from his shoulder, and place his cheek on Steve's chest. He could feel the wetness of tears there. His lap felt wet, too, and he dared not to look if it was sweat, blood from Bucky's stumps, or blood from other places. He kept fucking Bucky, dreading each response Bucky's body made to the act. It felt looser to him now, with less friction, but he gathered there was no such reprieve for Bucky. He could feel his own tears welling up now, too, because no matter the circumstance, it was still him doing this to Bucky and it was more than his heart could bear.

He clung to Bucky's hips, lifting him up as he fucked him, burying himself into that warm tightness over and over again, trying to tap into that feeling alone: the primal, unfiltered pleasure of the act of penetrating - just a cock and a hole, nothing else, nothing more.

But this time, try as he might, he could not separate the two. He couldn't ignore the sobbing, broken human being in his arms - a human being he loved above all else in the world. The two were inseparably entwined, and his brain could not deal with the dissonance.

"Please, Stevie. No more."

He didn't stop. He couldn't stop. But he realized that he might not be able to carry this to an end - that this time, there would be no climax that could give them temporary rest at least.

"Rumlow, let me stop. Please let me stop. Not even you can be this cruel."

"No can do, Captain. You know the rules. You get to stop when you cum. Unless you can get him to cum. Now wouldn't that be something?"

Steve considered it for a brief moment. Considered trying to get his hand on Bucky's cock and try, but looking at the state he was in, he knew it would be pointless.

"Oh, and stop slacking". He could hear Rumlow's voice close now. He must have gotten closer without Steve noticing. He grabbed Bucky's shoulders, gun still in one hand, and pressed him down on Steve's cock. Steve could feel Bucky sinking his teeth into him again as he was impaled, drawing blood this time, muffling a haunting scream.

Rumlow moved further back again after that, presumably admiring his handiwork.

"You know what's funny?" Rumlow said as he paced the room," The longer you try to be gentle, the longer he'll have to take your dick. And in the end...you'll have to be rough anyway, like you were before. So all you're doing is prolonging the pain. Not that I mind."

Rumlow seemed caught up in his own thoughts, and Steve hoped that would give him a small window of time. When Rumlow seemed far enough again, Steve moved his lips close to Bucky's ear, so no-one else could hear. He kept moving in and out of him in a steady rhythm, to keep Rumlow's wrath at bay.

"If I hold you close," he whispered,"and I piss Rumlow off...maybe he'll shoot me and the bullet will pass through both of us. I could do that. It would be over. We'd both be gone."

He could feel Bucky's head shaking no against his chest.

"No...I want you to live," he whispered between thrusts and sobs. "And we're...we're supersoldiers. You can't be sure...".

Steve clung to Bucky, moving in and out of him, trying desperately to think of something that could bring him to orgasm in this situation.

"Steve," Bucky said weakly, almost inaudibly, "you could break my neck in this position. You're strong enough."

If Steve ever had any chance of reaching a climax, then it was gone now. He finally released the tears he'd been holding in, and they ran down his face.

"Bucky...no. You can't ask me that. I can't. I can't...." I love you, his mind screamed, I don't want to live without you ever again.

"Please, Stevie. If you care for me, end it. "

"Bucky...no."

He kissed Bucky's forehead, weeping, still fucking into him at an unforgiving pace.

"What are you two lovebirds on about?" Rumlow's voice sounded harshly.

Steve could feel Bucky sit up with more strength than he imagined he could still muster.

Bucky's eyes met his, and he could see Bucky mouth a soundless "sorry".

It was Bucky who faced Rumlow now, anger and determination mixed in with the fear and pain in his expression.

"I was just telling Steve," Bucky spat, "what a pathetic loser you are, needing to rape people by proxy 'cause you can't get your own burned dick up to do it yourself."

Rumlow leaped across the room with an agility that was surprising for a man of his age and build, let alone one with burn scars. He pulled Bucky off Steve and threw him on the ground. Steve watched in horror as Rumlow placed his gun against Bucky's head. Steve jumped after them, but a bullet pierced his upper thigh before he could reach them. He dropped down on the floor, and instantly held up his hands so the men behind the glass wall could see his surrender.

"What did you say, you little whore?" Rumlow hissed as the gun pressed threateningly against Bucky's temple.

"I said," Bucky panted, "that you're an impotent coward."

Honestly Steve was surprised Rumlow didn't pull the trigger at that very moment. Instead, he smacked Bucky's face with the back of the gun, hard enough that a cracking noise could be heard. Steve got shivers down his spine just hearing it.

The worst thing was that he knew what this was. He knew what Bucky was doing. This was suicide-by-Hydra. He wanted to provoke Rumlow into killing him. And Steve wasn't entirely convinced that Rumlow had the self-control not to.

Defiant!Bucky, you hold my heart between your bleedy little stump.

Or well, you did, until you smashed it into tiny little pieces too small to grab.

Defiant!Bucky is the best Bucky, and I will defend him on my deathbed!

But clearly not on his.

Ouch!

You are an excellent person!!!

With a pitch black soul, but thank you very much!

*chinhands*

*bows*

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