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Dumpster #4: I Don't See How That's a Party

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LOVE this. Calling it a pacifier was a stroke of trashy genius. Can't wait to see Rumlow trying to sleep with his dick in the asset, and maybe getting a little turned on as it wriggles and sighs and relaxes around him?

OP, I would definitely love some mild abuse and cock and ball torture (and by mild I mean no permanent damage aside from possible light scars), forced "dirty" acts like rimming, felching, ass to mouth, the boys getting beaten/lightly tortured beforehand, blood, cum, burns, forcing the boys to get off, making them hurt each other either on purpose or as a side effect of trash, being kicked, punched, stepped on, manly tears of pain, making the boys pleasure each other nonconsensually, being fucked roughly by many men in a row, rape with objects that aren't sex toys, maybe gags, verbal abuse and homophobic slurs, possibly monster sex but not bestiality and piss but not scat.

AA, Thanks! That would be the frustrating part for him, yes.

"Gee, thanks. That’s so appealing now.” But Steve considered it. The risk didn’t seem huge and it would be a step toward being able to handle the asset, which would give him more access to not only the Winter Soldier but also the parts of HYDRA hidden from SHIELD. That was his mission. He just had to not think about the rest of it until he was safe.

“Fine,” he said. “What do I do? Just tell it when?”

“You ever see anyone else come?”

“None of your business,” Steve grit out. Getting off had been something furtive, to be hidden by the dark. Even when he could have looked, it hadn’t seemed polite.

“Sounds like a no to me. Get over here and take a closer look.”

Cautiously, he approached the bed, trying not to see where his teammate’s dick was pistoning into the asset. He could avoid looking but he couldn’t stop hearing.

This close, he couldn’t stop smelling. He couldn’t help feeling the heat radiating from the asset.

“Why is it sweating?” The asset was a supersoldier. It didn’t make sense that what they’d done to him it so far, with all the asset’s preparation, should be taking such a physical toll this soon.

Rumlow grunted. “It’s all conditioning. Its body knows it’s had much more intense treatment in the past. That’s why this is just a reminder. Why… why this works. The body remembers. So it…” Strain was clear in his voice now. “So it tries to give us... what we want as soon as possible... so no… reconditioning. Gets itself worked up out of... proportion with... what we do now.”

There was something really terrible about that explanation but don’t think about it Steve would worry about it later.

“You want... to know more, ask the… damn tech team.” Rumlow groaned and snapped his hips with erratic violence.

The asset made a quiet noise, mostly smothered by the other agent and the towel over its head. She shouted profanities as her legs, crossed over the asset’s shoulders, clenched and shook with her climax.

Steve tried not to look, but that just meant he found himself staring at the asset’s... midsection. He’d tried not to notice too much before, but now he had to pay attention. The asset was circumcised, the head of its cock was engorged and red. Bucky, like Steve, had been uncut. He’d noticed that the first time he’d seen it naked. But adults could be circumcised and he wouldn’t put it past HYDRA to… It’s not Bucky. Don’t think about it. Like Steve, it was, size-wise, on the larger end of the spectrum.

There was a definite damp spot where it was dripping precome.

"Looks kinda painful doesn't it,” Rollins commented, coming up behind him. He reached out a hand and smoothed it down the assets spine. It flinched and then arched into the touch. “Not ready yet, though.”

"Stop that," Rumlow complained. “You're… fucking up my… angle.”

Amused, Rollins retorted. "Not like you're about to get it to come on your cock this round, Commander.” But he took his hand off the asset.

Legs wobbling, their female teammate removed herself and her towel from the bed. She leaned in, raised its head by a handful of hair, and kissed it squarely on the lips.

Steve’s stomach churned at the sight. He'd seen plenty of women kiss Bucky but never imagined anything like this.

It was someone else who objected. “Do you have to do that every time?"

“Mmm, yes, I do,” she said. “A little affection never hurt anybody.”

That wasn't what it looked like to Steve. Unfortunately, he wasn't in a position to tell her as much.

She dropped the asset’s head. “Right, toy?”

The asset nodded automatically, eyes glazed.

Steve tried not to notice anything else. He already wanted to hit her.

“That’s actually the opposite of what the manual says.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Make me.”

The asset whimpered. He eyed it but didn't see any sign that it was closer than it had been.

Too many agents with their blood still up and Steve had somehow lost track of them. Was it the don't think about it orgasm? No, he been fuzzy before the asset ever got its mouth on him. Don't think about it. Post-mission crash? It didn't usually happen to him like that after such a short time, especially when he didn't feel safe. Whatever it was, he felt like he was over it now. Don't think about it.

A pair of agents started arguing over which of them got to use it next.

Say something, Steve ordered himself. He'd been too passive so far, he recognized that now. “I thought this was team bonding, not team squabbling.” His voice came out dry as dust but with enough authority that the agents fell silent and stared at him.

The surprised laugh Rumlow gave was cut off by a shout as he finished. “Good to have you back, Rogers. I was starting to worry,” he said, slapping the asset’s ass as he pulled out and shook the last few drops onto its back.

It shuddered.

“Asset. Get over here and clean me up,” Rumlow said. It scrambled to turn around on the bed and obey, taking his softening cock into its mouth and fixing its eyes on his face as it worked. No question that it responded the best to Rumlow as its primary handler. He ran his fingers through its long hair. “Fuck you’re pretty as a girl with all this,” he mused. “Every goddamn time. I could close my eyes and forget what you are. Seemed to work out for Cap.” He grinned. “Speaking of, you sure you don’t want another go at it?”

“I’m sure,” Steve told him. Don’t think about it. Don’t be sick. Don’t think about it. “But you’re right. It’s better if I don’t look at its face.”

“It does look like him, doesn’t it?” He injected a note of sympathetic concern now. Steve hated him so much. “Guess it’s been so long since we had to introduce anyone who the face meant anything to that I sort of forgot what a shock it was.”

Yeah, right.

“So don’t worry about it for tonight,” he continued, the bastard. Steve struggled not to make a fist. If he did, he’d punch him. “Just make sure it gets off when you tell it to and there’s no need for you to do anything you’re not ready for.”

The asset ran its tongue over its lips as Rumlow pulled away. It watched him steadily, waiting for the next order.

Much as he wanted to tell Rumlow to go fuck himself, Steve bit back his response and managed a choked quiet, “Thanks for understanding.” He hated HYDRA so much. Hated himself for thinking he had what it took to get involved with them. Hated himself for what he’d already done. He couldn’t quite believe how totally things had gone to hell. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.

“No problem, Cap.” Rumlow tucked himself back into his sweats. “Rollins, I think it’s all yours. Maybe you can get it there, since I’ve warmed it up for you and all. Asset. Position.” It went back to knees and forearms with its face in the bedspread again. To Steve, he asked, “You paying attention?”

That last fucking line *gutted me*

yeeeeeeeeeeeeeees aftermath!

I am so painfully happy you're doing the aftermath.

Yesssssss I see we have gone full trash. Fantastic. The image of Steve sitting in the chair, crushing the armrests because he's out of his mind with how good he feels, was unbelievably hot. And the asset whining and whimpering and looking pleased at having delivered a satisfactory blowjob? Ungfffff. I think those little smiles from the soldier are going to wreak havoc on Steve's willpower and his determination to keep up his whole "always remember that you are a rapist because it can't consent" morality thing.

Btw, is Steve misreading the asset's pleasure responses as pain responses, when Rumlow is fucking him? Just wondering how much WS is physically into what's being done to him, crazy consent issues aside. On one hand, there are obvious trash possibilities if he likes at least some of what's being done to him... on the other, if he's in pain because the Strike team aren't all that concerned about how rough they're being, that's just all the more reason for Steve to take over... *rubs hands in glee*

This continues to be so good.

My favorite parts here? The casual throw-in of non-consensual circumcision, and the STRIKE agent making the Asset kiss her after eating her out.

(A!A) Steve is not a reliable narrator because he keeps trying to interpret what's going on while it's going on and he's very compromised, even if he thinks he's got a clear head.

The asset is not in physical pain, though he's certainly not comfortable. As trash parties go, this is pretty tame so far. They're not usually so gentle. And the asset knows this, even if he doesn't clearly remember. So he's afraid, but he's also confused because STEVE? Steve Rogers? Captain America? Steve with STRIKE? Captain America with HYDRA? WTF? Is it a test? Is it a trick? Is it real? The asset has to do what it's told, but Bucky would want Steve to be safe and happy...

I realize this raises more questions. *points at title* That's all I'm going to say. *laughs evilly*

I need this, omg

(A!A) Sorry, I lied. I am going to say more.

Yes.

;-)

Steve and Bucky stayed with Howard in his rented London flat in the few days before the wedding. Bucky spent most of the time in the small laboratory Howard had constructed in his basement, helping Howard work on the prototype. Steve was curious, but Howard wanted the final result to be a surprise on the day of the wedding.

Steve walked through London on the second day. They were still rebuilding, and it was very different from when he’d been here as Captain America. No one gave him a second glance on the street. It wasn’t so strange anymore, but it remained exhilaratingly freeing.

He bought Rebecca a nice hat, scarf, and gloves. It would snow in New York soon and he’d noticed the holes in her winter clothes. When he returned with the parcels, Bucky was waiting at the kitchen table. His smile reached his eyes when he greeted Steve, and Steve’s heart skipped.

“Howard went out,” Bucky informed Steve. “Just you and me for a few hours.”

That would have been an invitation, before. Steve thought he heard an invitation in the words now, but he wasn’t sure if it was real, or if it was just what he wanted to hear. He didn’t want to make Bucky drift somewhere dark by initiating something. Bucky had done so well for the last two days, and Steve wanted him to shine at the wedding.

“What’d you get?” Bucky gestured at Steve’s parcels with his only hand.

“Some winter clothes for Becca. To thank her for putting up with us for so long.”

Bucky chuckled.

“She’s a good kid. She works too hard, she should’ve come with us.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed.

There was silence for a moment. They were still getting familiar in conversing with each other again.

“I’m gonna go put these in my room.”

Steve started for the stairs. Howard had given Steve and Bucky separate rooms on the top floor. Steve was pretty sure Howard didn’t know the truth of his relationship with Bucky. He wanted to believe he could tell him, but it was safer not to. They’d lucked out with the Commandos and Peggy. He didn’t want to press their luck any further.

“Wait.”

Steve stopped in the doorway to the front hall as Bucky stood and approached him.

“I’m gonna kiss you.”

Steve’s heart skipped again and he grinned.

“Please do.”

They hadn’t kissed in such a long time. Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve’s lower back and pressed his lips to Steve’s. The packages tucked under Steve’s arms served as a buffer between them. Steve wanted to drop them and throw his arms around Bucky with unbridled passion, but he knew that wouldn’t be good for Bucky. He stood as still as he could, closing his eyes and lazily chasing Bucky’s tongue with his own.

“Did you eat today?” Bucky asked as soon as they broke apart for air.

“No,” Steve admitted. He’d forgotten.

Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“Let me put these away and I will. I will, I promise, okay?”

“I’ll do it,” Bucky started taking the parcels from Steve. It was impressive, how he balanced them all one-armed. “You eat.”

Steve wanted to argue, but Bucky was radiating that confidence Steve hadn’t seen since what had happened. He loved it. He nodded his surrender. It never felt like weakness, surrendering to Bucky.

“You eat,” Bucky repeated. “And then come find me in your room.”

Steve thought there was no way to misinterpret that. He ate hunks of ham, bread, and cheese and hurried to his guest room. Bucky was sitting shirtless on the end of the bed. He looked away, ashamed, when Steve entered, but then squared his shoulders and looked back. Steve closed the door.

“I’m not- ” Bucky swallowed hard. “I’m not ready to- not yet. But- ”

Bucky trailed off, swallowing again. Steve sat beside him on the bed.

“What do you want, Buck?”

Bucky locked eyes with him. Steve wanted to drown in his eyes.

“I want you to touch me. I can’t promise you- I can’t promise you anything in return, but, yeah. I want you to touch me.”

He lay back on the bed, looking up at Steve with so much faith. Steve swore to himself that he was going to be worthy of that faith this time. He took off his shirt but left his trousers on, matching Bucky. The way Bucky looked at him, like he was beautiful, skinny as he was, made him feel like he could do anything. It always had.

“Will you touch me, too?”

Steve worried he’d pushed too far when he saw the fear flash in Bucky’s eyes, but then Bucky nodded with resolution. Steve lay on his side beside Bucky, and Bucky rolled over on his side so they were facing each other with Bucky’s left shoulder underneath him. Slowly, Steve brought his left hand to Bucky’s chest. He trailed his fingertips over his large nipples, and he heard Bucky’s breathing quicken with arousal. Blood surged into Steve’s cock.

Bucky reached out his right hand, just as tentatively. He mimicked Steve’s fingers on Steve’s nipples, but it wasn’t to the same effect. Steve didn’t care. It was a joy to have Bucky touch him anywhere. His cock throbbed again.

Steve’s hand moved down to the soft folds of Bucky’s stomach, and Bucky’s hand followed the motion down to Steve’s. It was firmer than Bucky’s, a small bulge as proof that he’d eaten soon before.

“God, those hands, Stevie,” Bucky shut his eyes. “I love those hands.”

“And I love everything about you,” Steve’s hand went lower, down to the grey fabric of Bucky’s pants. “Everything.”

He brushed the front of Bucky’s groin and felt the proof of Bucky’s arousal. Bucky shuddered. His hand didn’t follow Steve’s motion, it remained on Steve’s stomach.

“Can’t promise you anything,” Bucky reminded Steve. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“This is what I want,” Steve pressed his hand insistently against Bucky’s swelling cock and Bucky’s hips moved to help him. “Only this.”

Bucky groaned softly.

“Please,” he whispered, his eyes closed tightly. “Please.”

Steve gently rolled Bucky on his back and undid his pants. He slid them down Bucky’s hips and legs, over his bare feet, and tossed them away. He put his fingers in the band of Bucky’s padded underwear.

“Wait.”

Steve waited. Bucky opened his eyes and looked at Steve, as if trying to memorize his face.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Bucky decided. “‘Cause it’s you.”

He closed his eyes again and let Steve remove his underwear. His cock sprang to freedom. It had shrunk without his balls, but not by much. Hard, it didn’t look as forlorn as when Steve had seen it last. Steve wrapped his hand around the base of the shaft, where the jagged scar began. He pumped slowly, up and down, and Bucky groaned again. Steve smiled, and let go. Bucky’s protest died when Steve’s tongue licked the tip of his cock where it peeked from his foreskin. Bucky gasped, moaning, writhing. It might not matter if Bucky didn’t touch him, Steve thought. He might come in his pants just from the noises of Bucky’s pleasure. He hadn’t heard them in such a long time.

Steve licked a stripe down Bucky’s hard, quivering length. He brought his lips to the scar, and kissed the soft skin there. He kissed and sucked, worshipping his lover for all that he was, no matter what he’d lost.

“Higher,” Bucky growled eventually, but there was no shame in his voice. Only frustrated desire. “I need it higher, Stevie.”

Steve brought his mouth up, and took Bucky’s cock inside it. He positioned himself over Bucky so he was straddling his left leg as he bobbed up and down on his shaft. His trapped hardness pressed into Bucky’s soft skin. It felt like heaven.

“Fuck, Steve,” Bucky’s voice got higher. He’d always been a screamer, Steve thought fondly. “Oh, fuck! Fuck!”

Steve came. He couldn’t help it. Maybe he should be embarrassed about that, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He ground himself against Bucky’s leg, and he moaned around Bucky’s cock. Bucky came a moment later, roaring with pleasure. His essence was thin and watery on Steve’s tongue. It tasted nothing like it had before, and there wasn’t as much of it. Steve swallowed every drop, cradling Bucky’s flesh with his tongue until it softened.

Bucky grunted and grabbed at Steve, inviting him to move further up his body. Steve did, resting his head on Bucky’s bare chest, their sweat mixing in their post-coital haze. Bucky draped his arm over Steve’s shoulders, drawing him closer.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky said after a few minutes.

“For what?”

Steve didn’t look at him as he asked. He didn’t want to leave this position that he’d never thought to be in again.

“You had to, uh, take care of yourself.”

“Oh,” Steve laughed weakly. “I don’t mind.”

“I do.”

Steve didn’t know what to say. He pressed his cheek to Bucky’s chest, listening to his heart beating steadily.

“You suffered, too,” Bucky continued after a moment. “I know you suffered, too, and I’m sorry.”

“No,” Steve did raise his head this time. “Don’t apologize. None of that was your fault, got that?”

He was angry. Suddenly, frighteningly, angry.

“Besides it was nothing. Not compared to what y- ”

He stopped when he saw the dark look falling over Bucky’s face and felt Bucky tense beneath him.

“They made you watch,” Bucky’s voice was flat. “I know what that did to you. You think it’s your fault, and you’re punishing yourself for it.”

Steve opened his mouth to retort, then paused. Bucky was right, and Steve knew it. It was his fault, and he couldn’t talk about it. He told himself he forgot to eat, but he acknowledged the truth now. That painful hunger that had started as a means to an end had become his penance. The deterioration of this perfect body that had cost Bucky so dearly was what he thought he deserved.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Bucky said with spiteful triumph when he saw the silent surrender in Steve’s eyes. “You think I don’t see it, but I do. They cut off my balls, not my brain.”

“Bucky!”

Steve wanted to go back to a few minutes before. He wanted Bucky to hold him like everything was still like it was before. He didn’t want to talk about this. He never wanted to talk about this. He didn’t want to admit that Bucky was right.

“Sorry,” Bucky sighed, all the spite gone from his voice as quickly as it had appeared. “I ruined the moment, didn’t I?”

“Just a little. Jerk.”

Steve tested the waters, but Bucky didn’t play. He looked away from Steve, eyes glazing over.

“I figured out that Jerry was wrong- that I could still, you know- after I healed up. Not that I had much reason to, and then they tied me down in the hospital and I couldn’t at all, but still. It was nice that I still could. Feels different, but good.”

“Yeah?”

Steve could admit to himself that he was morbidly curious, and he embraced the abrupt subject change. Bucky looked back at him sharply.

“I’m not promising anything,” he warned again, angrier. “I told you.”

“I just want you,” Steve reminded him. “Just you. No matter what.”

“Well, if you wanna do something to prove that to me, you’ll forgive yourself. You’ll eat.”

“Okay,” Steve wasn’t sure if he could do that, but he found himself promising anyway. He wanted this moment to be like it was before. “I’ll try, for you.”

“Good,” Bucky gave him a small smile. “Stupid little punk.”

His hand squeezed the top of Steve’s left arm. Steve dropped his gaze from Bucky, resting his head on Bucky’s soft chest once more. He felt Bucky kiss the top of his head.

“I’m nervous about tomorrow,” Bucky admitted quietly. “I just- they all know. They all saw me, and I don’t want them to see me now.”

“They want to. They all care about you.”

“I know.”

“Besides,” Steve wanted the shame to leave Bucky’s voice like his anger had. “I’ll be right there with you. And you’ll have some state-of-the-art Stark tech arm to show off.”

“Yeah. It’s pretty fantastic,” Steve could hear the smile in Bucky’s words. “Howard’s gonna put the finishing touches on it tonight. Can’t wait for you to see it.”

Steve agreed, thrilling at the confidence creeping into Bucky’s voice. That confidence fled when Bucky told Steve a minute later that he needed to put his underwear back on, just in case, but it had been there. Steve held onto that, even after Bucky had dressed and left the room when they heard Howard’s shout of greeting downstairs. He held onto it later that night, alone in his bedroom while Bucky and Howard retreated to the basement for those finishing touches on the prosthetic arm. Steve drew in his sketchbook. Rough sketches at best, but every one was of Bucky smiling.

He made himself eat before he went to sleep.

(A!A) The circumcision thing was a very last minute addition, so I'm quite pleased you liked it.

The question is: What can Steve count as evidence for or against the asset being the real Bucky?

Ahhh, good old Rumlow with his smarmy fake sympathy -- so magnificently dickish. As is his plan to involve Steve in giving the asset permission to orgasm. It seems more innocuous than actually touching him, but what an intimate violation, and what a mindfuck if there's actually any of Bucky awake in there. This continues to be the best trash!

(A!A) Thank you. The permission thing is pretty dastardly. Imagine a future in which Bucky not only can't come on his own without crippling terror that he'll be punished, but needs Steve specifically to give him permission every time because Steve is his only surviving HYDRA-authorized handler. I keep having ideas for consequences but I'm trying not to just timeskip to the aftermath.

Aftermath <3

Steve's constant refrain of Don't think about it was really effective here, because we know that afterwards he will be thinking about it, a lot, and with his serum-enhanced memory everything will be really sharp and he can analyze and agonize until he drives himself insane or until Natasha drags him out of his head and gives him another spy vs. soldier talk.

Making Steve pay close attention to what's happening to the Asset was a brilliant move on Rumlow's part, because it stops Steve from checking out of the scene. The veiled threat was good, too. “Just make sure it gets off when you tell it to and there’s no need for you to do anything you’re not ready for.” How awful is it that the Asset gets punished if it can't come on command?

(A!A) Telling yourself not to think about something is a pretty good way to make sure it goes straight into long-term memory, so Steve's going to have a hard time regardless of the serum, but yes, that makes it so much worse.

He really needs to talk to Nat again.

Happy you mentioned the threat. And yes, again, it's awful. Sort of the point, right? ;-)

I almost cried. Thank you.

Rollins didn’t get it there. Neither did the agent after that. The asset’s non-verbal vocalizations grew louder, more desperate, even when its mouth was filled, but Steve didn’t see any indication that it was any closer to coming than it had been. It didn’t make sense.

“Is this normal?” His confidence was starting to wane. Even the weight it was putting on the arm it had burned couldn’t be that much of a distraction. Was he missing something? Did it just not get much from don’t think about it the stimulation it was getting? He didn’t want to have to touch it again. He’d don’t think about it done enough.

Rumlow shrugged. He’d claimed the armchair with the broken arm. The other agents who had taken their turn don’t think about it had been dismissed to rest. “It’s got great stamina. There are a few things it really likes but it hasn’t earned them today. Better this way than the other. If it came too easily, it wouldn’t be so easy to reinforce that it needs us.”

Steve didn’t say anything.

“What, are you worried? It won’t come without permission. It knows better.”

The asset wasn’t the only one sweating. The whole room seemed both too warm and too cold. This whole day had been so exhausting. He stayed on his feet, watching the asset, by pure willpower. He needed about five pizzas and at least a gallon of water and maybe six hours of uninterrupted sleep. Steve wiped the back of his hand across his forehead. “Got any more tips?” he asked.

“Heh. Wait until it starts begging again. I told it not to talk, but if it’s really desperate, it will start trying to make itself more appealing, even if it has to bend a rule.”

The asset had called him Steve, earlier. Not Captain. Don’t think about it. It made sense that that had been a manipulation because it isn’t Bucky. Don’t think about the asset had been taught to pretend it was Bucky. But nobody knows. I never told anyone. Bucky would have never told anyone. Why would it think that would work? Don’t think about it now it doesn’t have to mean anything don’t think about it don’t. Friends want to help friends, that’s all. Don’t think about anything else. Rumlow should be your friend now. The asset is… don’t think about it.

“Yeah, the asset’s dirty talk is a real mood-killer. We’re not the bad guys who taught it that stuff.”

No, they were just the bad guys who maintained it. Don’t think about it.

Another agent finished fucking it, coming with a groan as he ground his pelvis against its semen-smeared ass. Steve tore his eyes away, back to staring at the asset’s cock, still hanging heavily just above the bedspread.

He was so grateful not to find himself aroused don’t think about it by its suffering.

The agent pulled out with a wet noise and the asset shuddered, flexing its right hand and burying its face in its metal arm. Its hips jerked. Steve thought he saw its lips move before they were hidden by the curtain of its long hair.

Rumlow excused the agent, who had stumbled back from the bed and seemed about to fall over. They were all starting to crash. “Hurry up,” he told the last two agents. “Sooner we’re done, the better.”

“Such a mess,” sighed one. He spread the asset’s cheeks and stuck some fingers in. They made a squelching noise as he worked them in and out. Come dripped between its legs and onto the bedspread. Steve swallowed down bile and looked at the asset’s ribs instead. Had Bucky had a freckle there? Would it mean anything if he had? Don’t think about it. It’s not him. Just do what you have to. Don’t think about it. “This is going to take forever to clean up. Hey, have we got more lube?”

The other laughed. “Weren’t you just complaining about how messy it is? What the fuck do you want more lube for?” She approached the bed.

Rumlow fished the white tube out of his pocket. “We’ve got some, but we need to keep some in reserve just in case.”

In case of what? Steve decided he probably didn’t actually want a concrete answer to that.

“It’s not loose enough anyway.” The agent sounded disappointed. That didn’t stop him from replacing his fingers with his cock.

Steve emphatically did not want to know what he’d wanted to do to it. He already wanted to kill everyone in the room. Himself included. A mercy killing for the poor Winter Soldier as well.

He could hear the other agent pull the asset’s head to her and the noises they both made as it started to lick and suck but he managed not to look and no one laughed or said anything about his alleged sensibilities. Respectful, she’d called the asset before. Steve wouldn’t have gone that far, but it was a lot more attentive to her than to the agent in its ass and she wasn’t nearly as rough with it as her teammate had been. He couldn’t hear her pulling its hair. She must have braced herself on the bed instead. The asset certainly seemed to be giving her a good effort.

Bucky had always been good to the girls. A guy willing to do that and not push for more if they weren’t into it earned an attractive reputation with the kind of girls Bucky wanted to go with for more than dancing. Fun, but not quite the sort of girls to scandalize his family. He wasn’t about to lead anyone on or get a gal in trouble. Word of mouth, Bucky had told him one time, with that goddamn fucking grin, and Steve had wanted to kiss it off him and…

The asset made a muffled noise.

He blinked and shook his head a little.

What are you doing? Don’t think about it. Pay attention. It’s not Bucky.

“Soldier! Position!” barked Rumlow, sitting forward in his chair.

The asset’s hips were jerking enough that he It! It’s not Bucky! was just barely touching the bedspread with its erection. In response to the command, it made a noise more like a wail than a whine, like a dog that thought it was being abandoned. It dragged its knees back under its hips.

“It’s not allowed to touch itself,” Rumlow explained, settling back again. “That includes seeking stimulation without permission.”

“Please,” it gasped, the utterance half-lost in the teethed-gritted babble of the agent it was pleasuring and the wet slap of flesh on flesh.

Abruptly, Steve realized he had no idea what he was supposed to say.

“Please, C...Captain. Steve.” It was Bucky’s voice, a hoarse whisper and on the verge of breaking, and Steve squeezed his eyes shut, found the words, whispered, “Yes, Soldier. Come for me now,” and listened to the asset’s gasps turn to choked off cries as he splattered his release over the SHIELD-gray bedspread.

Thank God. It had been the right moment.

So relieved he was nearly lightheaded with it, Steve dragged in a breath and turned to Rumlow. Satisfied?

“Well,” Rumlow said, looking him over, and it was hard to say whether his tone was more approving or disappointed. “At least now we know for sure you weren’t gay for Barnes.”

“It’s nobody’s business,” Steve said, as evenly as he could. If nothing else, this mission was teaching him to keep a lid on his temper. “But we both liked dames.” True enough, though not the whole truth. He was so goddamn tired of lying. He should never have agreed to work with SHIELD after New York. He didn’t know what he’d been thinking when he’d agreed to work with HYDRA.

As if he hadn’t spoken, Rumlow went on needling him. “People have been arguing about it for the last 70 years but you’ve sure been quiet on the subject.”

Mentally exhausted as he was, Steve scraped together the energy to snort derisively. “They mostly wouldn’t give me the time of day before the serum, but I liked them well enough. Bucky loved them.”

Rumlow just looked at him for another long moment. Finally, he said, “Alright, then.” Looking past Steve to the others, he said, “Asset. Standing orders. You two. Finish here and get everything cleaned up. Then get some rest. Be on the quinjet by 0300. Got it?”

“Yes, Commander,” panted the agent still fucking the asset.

“And be quicker next time,” he ordered. “This is the third time you two have had clean up duty in the last year.”

“Yes, Commander,” sighed the woman.

“Come on, Rogers,” Rumlow said to him. “You look like you’re about to pass out. Let’s go find you something to eat. We got a lot to talk about.”

Uunf. This is just amazingly good. I love how Steve has no choice but to stay involved, Rumlow is a sadistic fucker. I really want to see Steve give the poor asset some aftercare. I want Steve starting to realize it's Bucky, I want him not being able to help being gentle. Unf I can't wait to see where this goes but wherever it does I'm there!

(A!A) Patience, dear anon...

Hmmm. So we're getting a little more of Steve and Bucky's history. I hope I'm interpreting correctly that they were/are both bisexual? It makes sense that Steve would protect the truth of his history with Bucky, especially now that he is interacting with the Asset. HYDRA knowing the truth now would be a serious liability, and he's already compromised by just the Asset's appearance.

Bucky had always been good to the girls.
Oh STEVE. I love it when the Bucky memories and resemblances bleed through.

“Well,” Rumlow said, looking him over, and it was hard to say whether his tone was more approving or disappointed. “At least now we know for sure you weren’t gay for Barnes.”
Argh probably my favourite bit of this part, because YES, if there was ever anyone who could be a homophobe WHILST being disappointed that a guy doesn't want to rape another guy, it would be Rumlow. But also, go Steve, looks like he's becoming a better double agent than people expect. Looking forward to their... debrief. ;)

*lip wobbles* oh sweet trash feels, how I love thee. :D

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