Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

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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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FILL: [Humans as Gods] con't

[(Anonymous)]

He’d seemed almost bored a second ago, but at this Bucky looked intently at the guard.

New clothes came with so much starch now, and his uniform was stiff with it. His trouser creases were off-center -- he obviously hadn’t ironed them properly before wearing them. His HYDRA unit patches still had perfectly crisp edges, the embroidery shiny and perfect.

The guy was painfully green, and too stupid to realize it. Steve wondered if Bucky was picking up the same impression.

“беречь. Take care?” Bucky repeated, carefully. He peered down the hallway after his combat team, who seemed to be long gone, judging by the perplexed look on Bucky’s face.

"You heard me. Fuck him, and then -- yeah, that!”

Bucky looked over at Steve, and then back at the guards. His head cocked sideways as he repeated the order to himself. “беречь.”

“You’ll want to keep the gag in,” one of the other guards added, his nose still bleeding. “He bites.”

Bucky's face had an expression Steve was intimately familiar with -- the one that said, you have got to be fucking kidding me. How many times had Steve seen it in mission briefings with the Howlies? Steve felt a sudden rush of fondness that was entirely at odds with the situation.

“Have a good time, boys." The trio of guards all laughed, the one with the broken nose a bit more nasally than the others. It wasn't a nice sound.

Bucky just stood there in the doorway for a minute, a whole sequence of expressions running across his face as he stared at his new, very naked cellmate. Steve tensed up as Bucky walked into the cell and came to a halt in front of him. He wasn’t sure what to expect.

"Mmuh?" Steve said, knowing he wasn’t intelligible but unwilling to remain silent. The cell door clanged shut behind them.

Bucky traced a finger across a cut on Steve’s forehead, then cupped Steve's narrow jaw in his hand. Steve held his breath as Bucky just looked at him for a few long seconds. Bucky reached out a hand and tucked Steve's hair back behind an ear, tentative in a way that made Steve's breath catch. Steve looked up at him and blinked wetly. Just to get the blood out of his eyes, of course. Head wounds tended to bleed a lot.

Bucky ran his hands over Steve's body, steady and careful, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Part of Steve wanted to shy away, but Bucky's hands were warm -- even the metal one.

Both of Bucky's hands skimmed over Steve's ribs, tracing over bruises and the outline of boot-prints on his chest. He wasn’t hurting Steve. He might have been looking for injuries, Steve realized. Steve didn't think anything was broken. The serum-reversal was incomplete enough that he was apparently still resistant to damage.

The contrast to the last time he was near Bucky was -- intense. Bucky seemed big enough to Steve when they fought on the helicarrier, but compared to Steve’s de-serumed body, the Winter Soldier was enormous.

"Get on with it!" one of the guards barked out. “Don’t make me call your commander back here!”

Bucky glanced over his shoulder and came to a decision. Fast enough that Steve couldn’t react, he flipped Steve over onto the mattress, face-down and ass up in the air.

Steve couldn’t get out anything more than a "Mmaaw!" of protest before Bucky buried his face in Steve's ass. And he wasn’t shy about it, God was he not shy. He licked fat, wet swipes across Steve's hole as his hands kept Steve pinned in place on his knees.

Steve twitched violently away in surprise, then started to struggle in earnest. But Bucky was so much bigger and stronger than him now that he tugged Steve back into position with hardly any effort. And besides, Steve was still chained to the wall. There was a limit to how far away he could get.

Bucky’s tongue pressed insistently at Steve, flickering into him every few seconds as Bucky's thumb rubbed at Steve’s perineum, slippery with spit. Steve groaned, not even trying to make words, as Bucky licked and sucked and occasionally nibbled gently at him. Steve's hole began to relax under the attention, twitching and starting to flutter open for Bucky's tongue. It'd been so long since anybody touched him like this. His body lit up with the sensation against his will, a thousand dormant circuits suddenly flipped on and flooded with electricity.

He was angry and on fire with it all at once.

Bucky's week-old scruff was rough and perfect against the delicate skin of Steve's ass. His face flushed a dull red where it was pressed against the mattress. His dick was filling out, too, and Steve was ashamed to feel how embarrassed he was that he was smaller there, too, than before. Bucky could probably cover smaller-Steve's little cock in one big hand. Steve’s heart raced at the thought and he tried not to squirm.

Bucky kept working at him, getting increasingly sloppy. Steve wasn’t doing the best job at staying silent -- the gag didn't do much to keep him quiet, it just stopped him from making actual words. A steady stream of choked-off sounds left him, muffled and desperate.

His thighs were starting to shake with the strain of fighting back against Bucky’s hold. Bucky kept licking at him, both hands holding his ass cheeks wide open, until he shoved his tongue right inside Steve. Steve jumped and a spurt of pre-come dribbled out onto the floor. He bit back an embarrassing whine.

Letting out a quiet hum of satisfaction, Bucky slipped a finger in beside his tongue. Steve was making pathetic little noises behind the gag, mortified by how fast he was responding to Bucky’s attentions. He would be panting if he could get enough air to manage it. Instead, he had to breathe so hard and fast through his nose that he was getting lightheaded.

After a few minutes, Bucky worked a second finger inside him. Steve’s noises started to edge towards begging. Bucky’s fingers slipped deeper and brushed over his prostate, an insistent touch that made Steve shudder and grind back against him, starving for more.

It turned out Steve was right -- his little cock really could be entirely covered by Bucky's hand. He let out a shaky gasp when Bucky stroked his palm over the head of Steve’s cock, then engulfed him in a loose fist.

Steve gave up on dignity as Bucky started to jerk him off, still fucking him with spit-slick fingers. He thrust furiously into Bucky's hand, feeling his own orgasm coiling hot and tight in his belly as Bucky continued working his ass. A frantic "Nnghaa, nngha, nngha," bubbled around the gag. Steve was so close, if he could just --

Bucky shoved his tongue deeper into Steve’s ass alongside his metal fingers, stretching him wide around unyielding metal. It was too much. It was perfect. Steve seized up and came into Bucky's hand, keening.

Bucky didn't let up, not really, kept working him over until there was nothing left. Steve was wrung out and shaking when he finished. But Bucky brought his hand back to Steve's hole and started working Steve's come back into his ass, and Steve’s brain caught up all at once --

Lube.

Bucky got him off because it was the most convenient option. It was humiliating as hell, although Steve supposed that later he’d be grateful he wasn’t getting fucked dry. With the gag in, Bucky couldn't fuck Steve's throat. Steve guessed that Bucky’s fingers alone weren't enough to satisfy the order, so they weren’t actually done yet --

And then Steve was shouting as Bucky manhandled him into position and the head of Bucky's thick cock pushed into him.