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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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It takes several agonizing enemas, each one increasing in time spent waiting it to travel further in, before Bucky feels like they're probably done. He's not just grateful that he doesn't have to stand the pain anymore. Listening to Steve panting through the stomach cramps and watching him lay there looking out of it as he sweats and whimpers - fuck. Bucky needs a goddamn confessional the way not even being a goddamn assassin made him need one.

He also feels like every organ inside him is stinging and beaten like dirty rug, but he also knows they've got more to do.

He's careful to use a bit of lube he nicked from the old folks when he inserts the tube up Steve's urethra. Steve is lying on his side, giving his own dick a thousand mile stare as Bucky tries his best to be gentle and not creepy as he inserts the catheter fully, filling the balloon inside with some clean water to keep it from coming out. He connects the main tube to an unused enema bag, fills it up with more soapy water and tries to be careful with the pressure when he lifts the bag.

Bucky nearly jumps when Steve finally says something, for the first time in something like an hour.

"Good thing we've got the serum. We'd get a nasty infection if we used soapy water in our bladders like this, otherwise," Steve muses.

It's so utterly incongruous to the moment that for a second Bucky is certain that he's misheard.

"Uh, yeah," he blurts. Truthfully, Bucky's medical expertise at this point is pretty much limited to the massive amounts of damage that have happened to his serumed body over the years, or how to murder someone. Normal human biology (beyond what he needed to know to make a kill) was kind of not his strong suit.

Context filters into his brain and he lets out a gritty chuckle, "yeah, Stevie. Tha's the thing we'd be real concerned about if we didn't have serum-enhanced healin'. Not internal wounds from squid-fuckin', not traumatic injuries from that goddamn - fuckin' bladder infections,” he starts laughing for real.

After a second, Steve joins in.

And they're two dumb kids from Brooklyn, one slipping the other a hot soapy bladder flush and trying not to get a boner. At least Steve is too glazed over to notice anything beyond his own body, or Bucky would feel a little weirder about his naked dick being so near him.

"Hey, wanna know somethin' funny?" Steve asks, actually making eye contact. He looks somehow mischievous past the gross mess encrusted over his exhausted mug.

"What?" Bucky asks, slight smile rising in return.

"First thing to ever touch me like that. Was a squid," Steve gets out through stifled peels of laughter, and Bucky feels his smile drop like a lead weight.

"Lost my virginity to a sea monster," Steve lets himself fully laugh, his laughter shaking his body and causing tremors all the way up through the catheter into the bag Bucky's holding by the edge with a suddenly white knuckled grip. He pinches his inner thigh hard with his metal hand, as surreptitiously as possible.

Steve catches his look and rolls his eyes, "aw, c'mon, it's a little funny, Buck."

Bucky scowls. He knows that if Steve was less loopy and not running off adrenaline dregs from his pain, he'd never be sharing this - be joking about it like this. Not with how careful he always is around Bucky these days. (Bucky resolves to maybe stop joking about his own past so much, as turn about is more awkward than he'd imagined.)

It's when he's pinching his thigh and trying not to yell at Steve that he remembers something else.

That the creature always made them orgasm while it was filling them. There was a reason -

Bucky looks down at Steve, and Steve must pick something up in his expression.

"What? It's really not a big deal -"

"No, not that - that is a pretty big deal though, damnit, I mean - remember how it rubbed on your, uh your - in your ass, you know -” Bucky knows the word. Has said far worse to Steve over the years, but for some reason he can’t choke it out right now.

"Prostate?" Steve supplies with what is a far too benign tone in Bucky's opinion. Punk.

"Yeah, I remembered something else the techs had to do after I was left with Squiddy," he says tiredly, "it does that to open up the pathway..."

"Oh," Steve winces.

-

After their bladders are flushed - and fuck if it doesn't feel worse for those eggs to come out when combined with the soapy burn - there's an awkward moment where Bucky isn't certain how to approach the next part.

Up to now, he's been the one leading the 'cleanse' so to speak. He's just not sure if this is crossing a boundary.

"So, what, I need to jack off?" Steve says, sounding weary of the thought. Bucky tries not to eye the part of Steve's slit that tore with the introduction of the eggs.

"Uh. They - I mean, I don't know if it's because it was easier or if it was more thorough, but they always kind of - " Bucky fishes for a good way to put it and finds nothing, " - prostate milking?"

Steve makes a face, "so basically, you're not certain if it's better to do it that way, but it's a safe bet."

Steve is curled up on the cold tile looking miserable.

"Do you think the little - shampoo bottle things would work?" Steve asks sadly.

Bucky isn't entirely sure where he's going with this.

"What? I mean, I guess? Fingers will probably work better.” He tries not to feel like a sick bastard with ulterior motives and mostly succeeds, since he feels sick to his stomach at the thought of violating Steve yet some more.

Steve nods grimly and reaches back behind himself, fumbling at his own loose hole.

Bucky finally gets why Steve wanted a tool, "I can - I can help..."

Steve looks relieved, and Bucky feels like a heel.

"...Really?"

"Yeah,” he grits out.

-

It takes a long time of fingering Steve, who looks pale and miserable from the attention, before he even gets his first orgasm. However, the next few come surprisingly easy.

Sweaty and sick looking, the first time Bucky had managed to wring a few strands of thick come out of Steve - with a few minimal tipwards strokes from his left hand on Steve's cock - he'd been unable to help the "good boy, good job, Stevie," that had come slipping out of his mouth without his permission.

The only thing is, another string of ejaculate with an egg quivers out of his tip at the words, and Steve is resolutely staring at the ceiling, panting, afterwards.

Bucky wasn't born yesterday, so he starts up with, "come on, Steve. Just gonna need a couple more of those from you - know you can - gotta do it for me, Stevie," as he rubs gently at Steve's prostate and runs his metal hand gently over the base of Steve's cock.

He croons Steve through four more orgasms, the last two loads watery and thin but running clear and without any eggs.

When Steve offers weakly to help him through his own, Bucky brushes off the offer but, genially allows Steve to pet his hair while he fingers himself through his own rounds. The hair petting is definitely for Steve's sake. Gotta let the kid feel useful.

(Straight to hell.)

-

They're both well and truly relieved to be done. Bucky looks like he can finally breath. Bucky, who's been stronger through this than Steve could ever have imagined - Bucky, who has spent the last few months barely able to take care of himself, but who has just proven he's with it enough to take care of them both when the cards are down. Bucky is amazing.

Steve feels so grateful. He also feels sad because he's pretty sure he's got something to say that Bucky is gonna be mad about.

"We can probably go to bed now," Bucky says gently, "you don't feel any anywhere else, right?"

Steve tries not to look guilty and actually considers letting squid eggs hatch in him as an alternative to saying what he needs to.

He almost doesn't say anything, but then Bucky's expression is suddenly worried.

"Where." Bucky says, and it's not really a question.

"When I - I tried to breath when the tentacle was coming out of my stomach, and -" Steve winces and, demonstratively, gives a huge rattling cough.

"Just like old times," he adds, wryly.

"Fuck," says Bucky, looking truly panicked, "how are we gonna - what can we -" He’s jittering, eyes darting back and forth.

Steve is regretting the drama of the cough. He's pretty sure he set something off in Bucky's brain. Some early conditioning in response to Steve-rattles, maybe.

"I got an idea. I don't need too much help, just, kinda watch me for safety kinda thing," he hedges, knowing Bucky is going to hate this.

-

Turns out Steve's idea is to fill the tub with hot soapy water and try to drown himself. Bucky would be pissed if it were any more dangerous or stupid than anything else they'd done tonight. In the end, Bucky ends up helping hold Steve under so he can inhale enough water to flush it out.

Just a little drowning between friends.

Then, Steve sits quivering in steadily pinkening water, gagging and upchucking eggy water onto himself.

They don't actually clean themselves off when they go to bed, not really. All they really have the energy for is staggering over to their beds and ignoring the mess they've made of the bathroom, barely wedging themselves between the sheets before allowing themselves to pass out.

Steve feels empty and raw, and already so fucking guilty for having let Bucky deal with everything that night. He'd lead Bucky into a repeat of his past traumatic experiences, and then forced Bucky to take care of his useless self. He cries, quietly and mostly motionless, hating himself for acting like he has a right to cry. For being weak when Bucky needed him to be strong. For still being a burden on Bucky Barnes, even after everything.

Bucky feels like the worst kind of scum. Because yeah, he's in pain - but he feels kind of good. He managed to face a fear, and came out the other side still holding onto his mind with an iron grip. He feels victorious… But Steve had been hurt. Badly. And worse than that, Bucky had had the fucking gall to find pleasure in Steve's predicament. He'd seen his friend raped and he'd gotten hard. Worse still, the thought of Steve, pliable and allowing Bucky to touch him all over - inside and out - trusting his body to Bucky's care - it still settles something in Bucky. He knows with terrible certainty he’ll be getting off on the memory for the foreseeable future. He disgusts himself.

-

In the morning, Steve speaks on the phone to Sam brightly. Bucky watches incredulously from the next bed as Steve attempts to sit up, winces, and carries on speaking from his fetal position on the mattress. Steve is a mess of dark lines of bruises.

"Okay, well, things are taking a bit longer than anticipated. We'll rendezvous in a week, alright?" Steve smiles, says goodbye, and hangs up.

They spend most of the day in bed, not a word spoken.

-

Hope that was a fun read! This has been sitting in my files for forever, so I thought I'd finally post it. Also, sorry if Bucky's shame boners took center stage too much.

Never be sorry for Bucky's shame boners, nony. This was glorious. From Bucky at the start remembering how to relax into everything so it would hurt less to Steve crying himself to sleep near the end, this whole thing was amazing. Thank you for adding more tentacles to this dumpster.

AA: Thank you so much!!! I tried hard to add some emotional consequences to things, instead of just straight up insert tentacle A into orifice B. I'm stoked it resonated for you!

I love everything about this.

AA: Thank you! <3 I'm just happy to add some more tentacles to the party.

Anon, I mean this in the best, most praising way:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!

*shoves a pile of fish bones at you

AA: oh geez, hahaa! XD Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it!

This is the most creative thing I've ever read!

AA: Oh man, thank you! It's all those years squelching around in multifandom trash - I've picked up some interesting stuff from the oviposition peeps!

You're a trash angel. Please accept these offerings of eggshells, bacon grease and an empty milk carton as a thank you.

AA: :'D I will gladly accept your offering in exchange for my own tribute to the trash pile, heh! Thank you!

OP here I hope you don't mind if I just aaaaaaaaaaaakjghdkjlgh

This is everythiiiiiing!!! The way Bucky just submits to it and Steve just won't stop fighting and then the FUCKING EGGS OH MY GOD!!!

Bless you and your trash heart. All I have to offer are these soggy hamburger buns and a few dirty wrappers, but please accept them.

PS there are never too many shame boners in this dumpster

A!A:

Ahhh!!! :D I'm so glad you liked it!!!!!!! Haha, I figured if I was gonna go xeno, I may as well slap some body-horror-mpreg-aborted-egg fest in there, too.

haha, it's true. shame boners make the kinkmeme go 'round, after all.

(also, to everyone else who has commented: I don't wanna crowd up the flat comments because I'm a weenie who doesn't understand kinkmeme protocol very well, but thank you so much for telling me you liked it!!!! This was technically the first kinkmeme fill I've posted, so it was really good to hear that it made some people happy. <3 )

DA

You can definitely crowd up the flat comments IMO. I've never ever seen anyone complain about this!

AA: Oh shit, seriously?! :O Well then!!!!!

This entire thing is brilliant. I've been hoping for a truly fucked up tentacle trash story since dumpster 1 and you've done it!

AA: Ahhh!!! :D Thank you!! The world can always use more tentacle trash.

AA: Slapping this up on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7288423

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