Agent Cooper groaned as he dragged the heavy kevlar vest over his head. It dropped to the safe house floor with a heavy thud, drawing an annoyed glare from his partner.
“You wanna treat your gear with some fucking respect?” Daniel Sharpe said, already banging through dusty cabinets in search of something half decent to eat.
Cooper shrugged, dropping an armload of heavy weaponry on the coffee table before settling with another happy grunt into the soft, ugly brown couch. “Give it up, Danny-boy, we’ve been out here in the ass-end of nowhere for months. I’m too fucking tired to give a shit about where my gear falls, as long as I’m not wearing it to bed again.” He patted the couch next to him, grinning as the Winter Soldier kneeled down on the wooden floor and rested his cheek in the space Cooper had indicated. “I bet you want to get your gear off too, don’t you?” he asked the solder, scratching blunt nails through greasy hair just to watch the Soldier’s eyes flutter closed in pleasure.
Sharpe turned around at his change in tone and sighed out an annoyed huff of air. “Soldier!” he barked. The Soldier’s eyes snapped open, and Cooper frowned at his partner. “Get your stuff put away properly in the spare bedroom, and then you can get all the headscratches Agent Cooper wants to give you.”
Big, hazy eyes looked up at Cooper for confirmation of the order, and Cooper smiled back, digging his fingers into the Soldier’s scalp one more time before letting go. “Yeah yeah,” he said, voice fond and soft, “go get your kit off, and then you can come back for more treats. It’s been a long month for all of us, and you’ve earned something nice.”
The hesitant smile that bloomed across the Soldier’s face as he stood was almost sweet. It was strange how such a ruthless killing machine could turn so soft as soon as the mission was over, but it was endearing too. Most Strike members who got to work with the Soldier grew inevitably fond of the murderous cyborg.
When the Soldier returned, he’d stripped down to his underthings, white scars standing out stark against tan skin wrapped over thick, corded muscle. The solid body, marked by violence and pain, made a contrast with his soft eyes and hesitant smile, an expression that made the Soldier look young and innocent, even as Cooper knew the guy had been killing since before he or Danny were even born. “You wanna come back over here, sweetheart?” he asked, smiling back at the Soldier. The Soldier’s own smile lost a bit of its uncertainty, eyes lighting up as Cooper held out one of the chocolate bars Danny had found during his inspection of what passed for the kitchen in this dump.
As the Soldier rearranged himself back on the floor between his two handlers, Cooper broke off a piece of the chocolate bar, holding it out between his fingers for the Soldier to take. “Good boy,” he said, wiping his fingers off on his pants before returning them to the Soldier’s hair. “You did great, this time. As usual.” The Soldier preened at the words, pushing his head into Cooper’s fingers and nuzzling his cheek against Cooper’s thigh. Lazy heat dragged through Cooper’s gut at the motion, and he felt a stirring in his pants. “You deserve a nice reward, yeah?” he said, nudging the Soldier closer and encouraging him to nuzzle higher up towards his hip.
“You planning to take it to bed?” Danny asked next to him, lifting his head from where it had been resting against the back of the couch and opening his eyes.
Cooper’s tongue dragged over his lower lip as he looked at the pretty creature at his feet. “Yeah,” he said, easy and pleased. “It’s done a really good job, and you know how much it loves being used by a nice hard cock.”
The Soldier whined in agreement at Cooper’s words, nodding into his hip. “See,” Cooper said, laughing, “I know what you want, sweetheart.”
Next to him, Danny sighed again, but he also broke off a piece of his own chocolate bar and stuck it in the Soldier’s face. “Yeah, true. We’d probably be dead in a goddamn ditch right now if it hadn’t taken out those fucking CIA motherfuckers. It’s like having a fucking tank on our side.” He broke off another piece of chocolate for the Soldier, letting his fingers linger in it’s mouth as the Soldier sought to lick off every scrap of chocolate it could get. “Just do it in the Soldier’s room, please? I don’t want to be smelling its come all fucking night.”
“Yeah, alright,” Cooper said. He smiled at the Soldier again, scratching at the particular patch of skin behind its ear that made it go boneless. “That sound good, sweetheart?” he asked, encouraging more nuzzling. “You want me to fuck you real sweet in your room?” The Soldier nodded, a shallow keening emanating from deep in its chest. “Hey,” he said, softly, soothing his hand over its cheek and making it look at him. “It’s okay. I’m gonna make you feel real good.”
Re: Strike love their pet - Love the Things You Do (Minifill [1/1])
“You wanna treat your gear with some fucking respect?” Daniel Sharpe said, already banging through dusty cabinets in search of something half decent to eat.
Cooper shrugged, dropping an armload of heavy weaponry on the coffee table before settling with another happy grunt into the soft, ugly brown couch. “Give it up, Danny-boy, we’ve been out here in the ass-end of nowhere for months. I’m too fucking tired to give a shit about where my gear falls, as long as I’m not wearing it to bed again.” He patted the couch next to him, grinning as the Winter Soldier kneeled down on the wooden floor and rested his cheek in the space Cooper had indicated. “I bet you want to get your gear off too, don’t you?” he asked the solder, scratching blunt nails through greasy hair just to watch the Soldier’s eyes flutter closed in pleasure.
Sharpe turned around at his change in tone and sighed out an annoyed huff of air. “Soldier!” he barked. The Soldier’s eyes snapped open, and Cooper frowned at his partner. “Get your stuff put away properly in the spare bedroom, and then you can get all the headscratches Agent Cooper wants to give you.”
Big, hazy eyes looked up at Cooper for confirmation of the order, and Cooper smiled back, digging his fingers into the Soldier’s scalp one more time before letting go. “Yeah yeah,” he said, voice fond and soft, “go get your kit off, and then you can come back for more treats. It’s been a long month for all of us, and you’ve earned something nice.”
The hesitant smile that bloomed across the Soldier’s face as he stood was almost sweet. It was strange how such a ruthless killing machine could turn so soft as soon as the mission was over, but it was endearing too. Most Strike members who got to work with the Soldier grew inevitably fond of the murderous cyborg.
When the Soldier returned, he’d stripped down to his underthings, white scars standing out stark against tan skin wrapped over thick, corded muscle. The solid body, marked by violence and pain, made a contrast with his soft eyes and hesitant smile, an expression that made the Soldier look young and innocent, even as Cooper knew the guy had been killing since before he or Danny were even born. “You wanna come back over here, sweetheart?” he asked, smiling back at the Soldier. The Soldier’s own smile lost a bit of its uncertainty, eyes lighting up as Cooper held out one of the chocolate bars Danny had found during his inspection of what passed for the kitchen in this dump.
As the Soldier rearranged himself back on the floor between his two handlers, Cooper broke off a piece of the chocolate bar, holding it out between his fingers for the Soldier to take. “Good boy,” he said, wiping his fingers off on his pants before returning them to the Soldier’s hair. “You did great, this time. As usual.” The Soldier preened at the words, pushing his head into Cooper’s fingers and nuzzling his cheek against Cooper’s thigh. Lazy heat dragged through Cooper’s gut at the motion, and he felt a stirring in his pants. “You deserve a nice reward, yeah?” he said, nudging the Soldier closer and encouraging him to nuzzle higher up towards his hip.
“You planning to take it to bed?” Danny asked next to him, lifting his head from where it had been resting against the back of the couch and opening his eyes.
Cooper’s tongue dragged over his lower lip as he looked at the pretty creature at his feet. “Yeah,” he said, easy and pleased. “It’s done a really good job, and you know how much it loves being used by a nice hard cock.”
The Soldier whined in agreement at Cooper’s words, nodding into his hip. “See,” Cooper said, laughing, “I know what you want, sweetheart.”
Next to him, Danny sighed again, but he also broke off a piece of his own chocolate bar and stuck it in the Soldier’s face. “Yeah, true. We’d probably be dead in a goddamn ditch right now if it hadn’t taken out those fucking CIA motherfuckers. It’s like having a fucking tank on our side.” He broke off another piece of chocolate for the Soldier, letting his fingers linger in it’s mouth as the Soldier sought to lick off every scrap of chocolate it could get. “Just do it in the Soldier’s room, please? I don’t want to be smelling its come all fucking night.”
“Yeah, alright,” Cooper said. He smiled at the Soldier again, scratching at the particular patch of skin behind its ear that made it go boneless. “That sound good, sweetheart?” he asked, encouraging more nuzzling. “You want me to fuck you real sweet in your room?” The Soldier nodded, a shallow keening emanating from deep in its chest. “Hey,” he said, softly, soothing his hand over its cheek and making it look at him. “It’s okay. I’m gonna make you feel real good.”