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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.

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Some nights, one or the other of them couldn’t sleep, or didn’t dare try. When that happened, they usually went down to the gym and beat the hell out of gym equipment or each other for a while. It probably wasn’t a healthy way of handling...anything, but Steve had never managed to think for more than a few seconds about how either of them could even start to explain to an outsider what went on in their heads without laughing hysterically.

Bucky had bad nights more often than Steve, not that anyone was surprised by that, but this time it was Steve’s nightmare that had done it. And he wasn’t in the mood for the heavy bag or even Tony’s target bots. Instead, they were sparring.

Steve loved sparring with Bucky even more than he loved going up against Natasha, who he couldn’t hit very often but had to be careful of when he did. Bucky was almost as fast, vastly stronger, and much less breakable; with Bucky the fight wasn’t over as soon as Steve got a good grip. He even had to be careful not to get grabbed himself, because it turned out the metal arm was a lot more dangerous when the opposite shoulder wasn’t dislocated.

Such as when it was wrapped around his neck. Steve had about half a second to get out of the grip before the servos locked and he was totally sunk, and Bucky’d managed to catch him with his hands in exactly the wrong place for it.

But then again, he realized in a fit of inspiration, his back was pressed against Bucky’s chest. And the sparring was having the effect it sometimes had, on either or both of them.

Steve rubbed his ass blatantly back into Bucky’s hips. Neither of them was wearing a cup for this, which Sam regularly gave them grief about, so Bucky got the full effect. “You know, most guys who want to fuck Captain America just ask,” Steve said, in the kind of taunting tone he would have used to pull some jerk’s attention onto himself, back in the day when he’d taken beatings so that some neighborhood girl didn’t take worse.

Bucky froze where he stood, just long enough for Steve to duck out from under the arm. He whirled and took two quick steps back, just enough to be out of Bucky’s reach—except Bucky was already lunging for him. Steve dodged the first grab, barely, but not the second, and Bucky used the leverage to whirl him into a throw. He landed hard and Bucky came down on top of him, a full-body press into the mats. “I always knew you wanted it,” Bucky growled into his face.

Steve blinked in shock and then his brain kicked into gear and he had to stuff down a grin. This was a game they’d never played, and he still wasn’t much of an actor but it might be fun to try. “Never said I did,” he said, and snapped them into a roll so he could throw Bucky off. They came up into nearly identical crouches, and Steve would have paused for a second to think but he didn’t get a chance because Bucky charged him.

It wasn’t like the sparring they’d been doing before, all punches and blocks with grappling a last resort; instead Steve was on the defensive against Bucky’s determination to get a grip on him again. They circled the mat for almost two minutes; in a real fight Steve would’ve been looking for a way out long before this but the object here wasn’t really to get away, and finally he made a mistake, misjudging which way to dodge, and Bucky had him.

They tumbled to the floor, Steve on the bottom, only able to catch himself enough to keep the air from being driven completely from his lungs. Bucky held Steve’s right arm twisted behind his back, right on the edge of pain. “Take it like a good boy and you might even enjoy yourself,” Bucky said. He thrust crudely into Steve’s ass, and the layers of clothing that separated them did nothing to hide his erection.

“Don’t hold your breath,” Steve retorted, and tried to get his free hand under him. Bucky’s metal hand came down on the back of his neck.

“You say that now, but here’s the thing,” Bucky said, his voice light. “It doesn’t have to be you.”

Steve sneered, knowing it would show in his voice. “You expect me to believe you can get laid any other way?”

The hand on his neck tightened, though not enough to be legitimately dangerous. “I’m just saying, we’ve got other options. Cute little redhead, looks like she’d be fun. Or there’s this guy.” Steve waited for the description; Sam, maybe, Tony or Clint, one of the non-powered men… “He fights pretty hard for such a little guy,” Bucky went on, and Steve froze. “And you know, I always liked blonds.”

And that...was not a threat for Steve.

He had half a second to think it through. It took him almost too long to decide.

“Don’t touch him,” Steve gritted, and he felt the tiniest bit of tension go out of Bucky’s body.

Bucky laughed, a low mean laugh Steve had never heard from him before. “I thought that was what you’d say.” He wrenched Steve’s arm up higher, and now it did hurt. Bucky leaned over him to murmur in his ear. “Ask me for it. Beg me for it. Or you can watch.” Steve swallowed. Bucky shook him by his neck and wrist. “Right now.”

“Please,” Steve said, low-voiced, and he almost couldn’t make himself. It was silly—no matter what game they were playing, this was Bucky and Bucky wouldn’t really make him do anything he didn’t want to do. He could tap out and nothing bad would happen.

Except maybe that wasn’t true, and Steve didn’t dare risk it. He wasn’t afraid of getting hurt himself; he was terrified of what Bucky would assume if Steve tried to stop him now.

“That’s not very specific,” Bucky said jovially.

Steve ground his teeth. “Please fuck me,” he said.

Bucky said, “Again.”

“Please fuck me,” Steve repeated. He could feel the heat in his face.

“Tell me you want it,” Bucky said.

“I want you to fuck me,” Steve said, forcing the words out.

There was a long pause. “Somehow the—Captain America just isn’t so scary when it’s begging for my cock,” Bucky said, and his voice had gone cold. Steve closed his eyes against the title Bucky didn’t say.

Bucky’s left hand went to the waistband of Steve’s workout pants, grabbed, and tore. Steve grunted. His undershorts followed quickly and then Bucky shifted. “You might be tempted to try something while I’m distracted,” he said. “Just remember there’s always someone else.”

Steve tried not to move as Bucky transferred his grip on Steve’s wrist to the metal hand. Then Bucky’s flesh fingers were shoving into Steve’s mouth. He sucked almost on reflex and Bucky laughed again. “Should have known you’d be a slut for it.” Steve didn’t protest, because he wasn’t sure it would be in character.

Bucky pushed his spit-slick fingers into Steve firmly, but it wasn’t actually vicious; it burned, but Steve had lived with worse on an average day, back before the serum. The problem was that he didn’t know how to react—but Bucky’s fingers were searching, and he knew Steve very well.

Steve bit his lip, arched his back, and didn’t try very hard to stifle the moans Bucky was drawing out of him. “That’s a good boy,” Bucky crooned. “Show me how much you want it.”

“No,” Steve gasped. “Please no, I don’t, please.” His hips jerked, giving him some extra friction, and he wasn’t going to be holding out much longer at this rate.

“But you’re so pretty like this.” Bucky didn’t stop. Steve tried to hide his face against the floor as the pleasure built, coiling at the base of his spine, nothing to hear in the silent gym except their breath and the soft sounds of Bucky’s fingers working at him. He was teetering on the edge when, “Come on,” Bucky said, coaxing, and Steve’s breath caught in his throat as the orgasm tore out of him, sharp and close to pain.

He was still floating on it when Bucky’s fingers slid away, immediately replaced by his cock. Oversensitive and not really ready, Steve yelped and twisted but Bucky had all the leverage. “None of that,” he said. “You just take it, that’s what you’re for.” He didn’t wait for Steve to adjust, pulling back and thrusting in again immediately, setting a punishing pace. Steve, well, normally Steve would have taken treatment like this with no reaction, even if he’d bitten through his lip doing it. But he knew in his bones who he was supposed to be, and he’d interrupted enough nightmares to realize that stoic silence wasn’t his role here.

He couldn’t bring up actual tears but he could let his breath go harsh and sobbing; he could shake his head even as he repeated the words Bucky told him to say, worthless, slut, fuck me harder.

It hurt some, but Steve could take it. If Bucky needed him to, he’d take much worse than this.

Bucky came with a groan and all his weight fell onto Steve’s back. It seemed like a long time before his grip on Steve’s arm loosened and he pushed himself up. “Jesus Christ,” Bucky said, his voice shaking.

Steve wormed around until he was face-up, the uncomfortable squelch of his ruined workout pants an irrelevant distraction. “Feeling better?” he asked, trying to make his voice calm.

Bucky collapsed between Steve’s knees and a pained smile flashed over his face as Steve sat up. “I don’t know if better’s the word.” He drew a breath. “Steve, I—”

“Like I couldn’t have kicked your ass at any time,” Steve said, with a roll of his eyes.

For a second Bucky just stared at him. “In your dreams, Rogers,” he said finally.

Steve shrugged. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

There was another long pause, but then Bucky smiled and said simply, “Sounds good.”

Babies

They are so horrible and I love them.

I love how you managed to somehow make it actually violent while still getting across their love for each other.

Yeah, Steve is going to be sore for a bit, but he went into it with his eyes open.

Meanwhile Bucky's freaking the fuck out in the "What did I do?" vein...

OH man, I absolutely loved all of Steve's conscious decisions in this -- initiating it first, and then realizing the direction the scene was headed, and deciding that he *could* do this for Bucky, choose to not fight back, etc. And then the little exchange/check-in at the end! It's so sweet with so many unsaid things! <3

Of the many things these boys are good at, talking isn't one of them.

Steve started out just wanting to do something startling to get himself out of the headlock. It...sort of went sideways on him. :)

Oh wow, this is one of the very few "obviously consensual rape-play scenario"-fics that actually worked for my stubborn id. Very nice!

I'm delighted to hear it. It's a thing that really works for me but I know it's not to everyone's taste.

Oh my god fucking perfect. FUCKING perfectly horrible I fucking love it, fuuuck

And of course basically everything Bucky says is a direct fucking quote from someone. (Yes, including the part about the short scrappy blond guy.) :stabs self:

I looove this, for the hot scene, the wonderful character dynamics, and especially the amazing way you've evoked Bucky's experience through his dialogue and Steve's playacting. The rape Bucky's channeling here is so brutal and the victim's reactions felt so visceral. The line where Bucky cuts off his own codename and then says "Captain America isn't so scary when it's begging for my cock" sounds totally bizarre, because who would ever refer to Cap as "it"? Which highlights how terrible it is that it's natural to refer to the Winter Soldier that way. Another favorite moment of mine was when Steve discarded his own natural stoicism in favor of harsh sobbing breaths, with the implication that he would have cried if he could have. That so clearly calls to mind vulnerable, emotive, sad-eyed Bucky from CATWS, and I also like that Steve knows Bucky didn't endure his rapes like a stone the way Steve would have, but he doesn't judge him for it. Not that Steve would judge anyone for that, but I just like how open and accepting he was.

who would ever refer to Cap as "it"?

Even people who hate him never try to deny his personhood. Meanwhile Bucky's trying to pretend that Steve doesn't know where he's getting all this stuff, which is why he bothers to change the codename.

he would have cried if he could have.

Damn right.

Not that Steve would judge anyone for that, but I just like how open and accepting he was.

Steve knows that his own stiff neck gets him into plenty of trouble, and he's also of the opinion that whatever gets you through is the right thing to do. He'd take it like a stone (which is a great description) to avoid giving them the satisfaction, because that would make him feel better. But not everyone is him.

I adore this

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