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.

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FILL: Mnemosyne 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Steve’s foot tangled in the long curtains and he stumbled. But his hands weren’t fastened behind him with handcuffs he didn’t dare break; he caught himself smoothly enough that he thought Bucky didn’t even notice.

Bucky stopped next to the sofa and shook Steve by the grip on his shirt. “Off,” he said. “All of it.” Steve thought, Take it off, Captain, you won’t like it if we have to do it for you, but that was stupid, and Steve stripped his shirt off and took the jacket with it.

“What happened to being careful?” Steve asked, making sure his tone stayed light.

“Fuck careful,” said Bucky succinctly as his own layers of shirts hit the floor. “Stark knows, Hill knows, the goddamn computer knows and they haven’t killed me yet for defiling Captain America so fuck it.”

Steve thought that wasn’t all, but now was emphatically not the time to discuss it. “Whatever you want, Buck,” he said, fumbling with his belt. Bucky crowded into his space again, his hands, warm and cool, on Steve’s face to kiss him.

“Want you,” he mumbled.

Steve’s breath came short and fast. Bucky’s chest was warm against his own and Steve shivered. The musculature was heavier, the skin smoother, but it was still Bucky. He smelled the same, under the hints of soap and shaving foam. “Whatever you want,” Steve repeated, sounding breathless even to himself.

It took them a minute longer to get their pants off, because it seemed just opening the flies wouldn’t do. Bucky actually broke the laces of his heavy workman’s boots in his hurry. Then they were naked, for the first time since their last leave in London two weeks before Zola’s train, and Steve almost couldn’t stand to look; it seemed like the sight might overwhelm him.

Bucky slid his hand over Steve’s cheek and made him look up. “Stevie. Can I?”

“Of course you can,” Steve said. Bucky’s hand roamed over his shoulder and arm, like Bucky couldn’t stop touching him, and Steve firmly suppressed the thought of how long it had been since anyone had touched Bucky for any reason other than attacking or punishing him. He’d raged over that before and would again, but he didn’t need to think about it now.

Bucky swallowed hard and closed his eyes. “They can’t make me hurt you again, Steve.”

“Hey, look at me,” Steve said quietly. After a beat Bucky did. “I know you didn’t want to. I know that. OK?”

“Yeah,” Bucky answered, just as quiet. He took a deep breath. “Sit. I need to—where the hell’s my bag?”

Steve collapsed onto the couch, stifling the urge to laugh. Bucky gave him a dirty look over his shoulder as he headed for the bags. Steve smiled innocently and palmed his rapidly stiffening dick. It had always gotten Bucky going to watch Steve touch himself. Bucky checked in mid-stride and said balefully, “Cut that out, Rogers.”

“No,” Steve told him.

Bucky shook his head and snatched his duffel from the floor, yanking it open with force. “Fuck.”

Steve grinned. “That’s the idea.” He dropped his head back and let his eyelids droop, as blatant a display as he could manage.

“Oh, you’re in for it,” Bucky muttered, sifting through his things. After a second he pulled a bottle free triumphantly and let the bag drop.

Steve could follow the subsequent blur of movement, but he was sure most people couldn’t have; the bag was just hitting the floor when Bucky landed in Steve’s lap, straddling him on the sofa, pinning his thighs. Steve’s breath stuttered but he was face-up and if he pushed Bucky away Bucky would go, and he turned the involuntary movement of his hands into a grip on Bucky’s waist, pulling him in. He tilted his face up to be kissed.

“I missed you,” Bucky said instead. “I missed you even when I didn’t remember you.”

“I missed you too,” Steve said, and curled his hand around the back of Bucky’s neck.

The cap of Bucky’s bottle made a tiny snap as he popped it open with his thumb. “OK, you doin’ this or me?”

“Mmmm, you do it,” Steve said, and from the look on Bucky’s face that was the right answer. How long since Bucky had touched someone without meaning to hurt them? The Winter Soldier’s isolation had gone both ways, no doubt by design.

“Lie down, then,” Bucky said, and Steve followed the pressure of his hands until he was lying lengthwise on the couch, his right leg bent against the backrest and his left across Bucky’s lap. Bucky was hard too but he squeezed clear gel onto the fingers of his right hand with what looked like complete concentration.

Bucky’s fingers slid over Steve’s balls and he tensed unexpectedly at the touch. It was too much to hope that Bucky wouldn’t notice. “Hey,” he said.

Steve smiled. “Been a while, that’s all.” He’d gotten very well acquainted with his own hands, upon waking up in the future with no Bucky, no Peggy, and a serum-powered sex drive; plenty of people wanted to lay Captain America, but very few seemed to be interested in Steve and the exceptions were all people he worked with—the other Avengers, or under his command, and in at least one case, Hydra.

“Hope it’s worth the wait,” Bucky said, stroking around Steve’s hole with the pad of his finger.

“It’s you,” Steve said, and tried to relax into it. Bucky was slow, careful, though he obviously wanted to go just as fast as the last person who’d bothered trying this. Because Bucky cared if Steve hurt; Bucky wanted Steve to like it too, and every time Steve made an uncomfortable noise Bucky backed off for a second to let him adjust. Steve was squirming with impatience by the time Bucky said, “I think.”

“Took you long enough,” Steve said, smirking. “I’m a super soldier, y’know, I’m not gonna break.”

“Shut the hell up,” Bucky said, bending down to kiss him roughly. “OK, c’mere.” He ducked under Steve’s leg and sat the right way on the sofa, pulling Steve to sit in his lap, back to chest. Steve went, feeling his breathing speed up again from where it had settled while Bucky worked on him. Bucky gave his own cock a swipe with his slick hand and held it steady. “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Steve said, and it was only half a joke but Bucky didn’t need to know that. He drew a sharp breath at the nudge of Bucky’s cock against him and they both sighed as Steve settled down, letting gravity help.

“Jesus, Steve,” Bucky hissed against the back of Steve’s neck. He bumped Steve’s knees out to hook over his own, holding Steve spread out, and wrapped his left arm across Steve’s chest. His right hand smoothed down over Steve’s dick and Steve moaned and shuddered as Bucky started to move.

He felt like he was floating, high on the new-familiar sensation of Bucky touching him, under him, inside him, it was like watching himself from the outside. His breath came fast and high in his chest and he couldn’t catch the rhythm but it didn’t matter; Bucky was doing the work here, fucking Steve fiercely. Bucky was getting what he needed and all Steve had to do was take it.

He knew Bucky was talking because he always did, a low-voiced stream of obscenities and endearments, and he was glad Bucky wouldn’t expect him to respond; he’d never been good at talking. He let wordless cries fall from his lips and hoped they sounded encouraging. His dick was still hard where it slid in Bucky’s fist, so that was probably a good sign.

Bucky’s hips moved faster, the steady pace going irregular, and Steve let his head fall back. It was almost over, almost, as soon as STRIKE was safe Steve could fight back, and the man beneath him went still, his grip on Steve tightening till it was almost painful, his cock twitching with his orgasm as he groaned, “Steve, oh, Steve, Steve—” and it was Bucky’s voice, Bucky was here, Steve had to take this so Bucky would be safe, and he was concentrating so hard on controlling the urge to fight that he didn’t notice when the voice calling his name changed tone.

Re: FILL: Mnemosyne 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

This is amazing! "They can't make me hurt you again..." OH NO. And Steve telling himself it's almost over, and that it's "probably a good sign" that his dick is still hard - this is my trash home.

Re: FILL: Mnemosyne 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

This is a gem in the midst of the rotting landfill that is our trash home! Seriously, hon, such complex character work on both Bucky and Steve, so many angles, so many conflicting emotions and intentions and motivations and hurts! All that AND the delectable image of naked Stevie Rogers bouncing helplessly on Bucky's cock while losing himself in a flashback! *purrs* Trash-heaven!

Re: FILL: Mnemosyne 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

YES. This is glorious. It's fascinating how Not Well both of them are, and how they're coping differently. I love this.
(Also hello from my ID. *hectic fanning*)

Re: FILL: Mnemosyne 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

hahaha wow yeah Steve dissociating while trying to make the reunion sex good for Bucky and getting Bucky mixed up with Hydra wow just leave me here to die the fallout is going to be incredible when it finally comes out

Re: FILL: Mnemosyne 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

I absolutely love the nuances here of both Steve and Bucky trying in their own ways to make this good. And all the little ways that Steve is trying to compensate/recover. <333

Re: FILL: Mnemosyne 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

i love the way you're writing steve here. nearly all of his dialogue here is relatively light, but his trauma is lurking so closely under the surface “Whatever you want,” “Mmmm, you do it,” “As I’ll ever be,”

also the dissociation! you've written so well steve's little slips in and out of reality, how he'll find himself reminded of the assault and then immediately try (fail) to brush it off. Steve thought, Take it off, Captain, you won’t like it if we have to do it for you, but that was stupid. OH STEVE.

also bucky's "they can't make me hurt you again" is KILLING ME because the reveal/aftermath of this dissociation!sex is going to leave him feeling so so guilty. i can't WAIT

anyway this is lovely and has a lot of great subtleties to it. i can't wait to see what trashy places it goes!