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

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FILL: Daybreak part 14b/15 Re: Identity Porn in captivity

[(Anonymous)]

He resigned himself to never seeing Steve Rogers again, memorized his face knowing that he would forget it soon, and then prepared himself to be led to the room with the chair.

He was not prepared to be led to the round room. If they didn’t think he could do this, then why were they so insistent that he keep trying? What result were they hoping to achieve? How could they possibly hope for something different?

For the first time, his orders were specific, resounding in his head, digging in sharply and throbbing when he thought about disobeying. There was no room to reinterpret them and no time to process.

His fists clenched as the door was opened, mind racing with all kinds of possibilities except the one that he should have seen coming. But even though he didn’t expect what greeted him, he wasn’t surprised. Just cold and resigned.

“No…”

The moment he was through the door, Steve’s eyes locked on his. Then they drifted to his arm, filling with a horrified understanding that made his lungs crumple in his chest. He was against the far wall where he always was. Everything was the same except for how they were now profoundly, irrevocably different.

Steve swallowed, over and over. Hard to say whether he was struggling to speak or quelling nausea. It could have been both, of course. The Soldier waited. When he didn’t move, the horror melted into a sadness that was even worse. Steve was so careful with his emotions, and to see naked anguish pour from him felt so wrong, so unreal.

“So this is how it is?” he finally asked, voice dull and at odds with his expression. There was a wave of something rising in him, something the Soldier couldn’t identify, but it looked a lot like … grief? Grief that looked familiar on his face, like he’d seen it before.

“I didn’t want it to be you,” Steve whispered. It was hard to tell whether he was truly shocked or just wanted to be, but the sickened betrayal was very real. “Thought I was finally losing my mind when I started to think about it. Couldn’t be you. Didn’t make sense. Made too much sense. Thought I had to be wrong. God, Buck.”

He took a step forward.

“No.” Steve clutched at the wall to pull himself clumsily to his feet. “Don’t do this.”

He took another step, forcing himself along like the gravity was turned up.

“What did they do to you? What happened?”

The Soldier could see the exact moment when Steve realized that there was nothing he could say that would change his orders. His eyes slipped closed for a brief second, but when they opened, they were stone.

His fists clenched. “Don’t touch me.”

He advanced steadily now, slow and focused, stalking like the predator he’d been all along. It was over. Steve didn’t have a chance.

A practiced lunge had him on top of Steve, who simply didn’t have the strength to withstand it. As he toppled down, he twisted and wrapped his chains around the Soldier’s neck, using his momentum to pull them taut. It was an impressive effort, but the angle was wrong and the Soldier jerked the chains away like he was plucking an errant piece of lint. Steve drove his knee up into the Soldier’s crotch, but the Soldier blocked it easily with his thigh. He managed to slide out from beneath him, throwing the length of the chains like a whip, but they glanced off of his metal arm with a clang and no real consequence. He grabbed Steve’s ankle and pulled.

All told, it was a brief fight, ugly and unfair, but Steve didn’t make it easy. He was panting by the time the Soldier had him pinned, forced flat with the full weight of the Soldier’s body pressing him into the floor from behind.

He’d been right from the start. Steve was a fighter, and a smart one, too. It just didn’t matter anymore.

A rush of frenzied energy passed over Steve when the Soldier unzipped. When he pressed down harder into Steve to still him, he was surprised to find himself half-hard already.

Somehow, it was easier this way. It was honest, subduing him by force. This would happen, but then it would be over, and there would be no more lies. It was as freeing as it was damning.

If he had to do this, though, then he knew something else he had to do. For this last time, he had to look him in the eye. Had to confront what he was doing and make it real. He waited for Steve to tire himself out and stop struggling, a patient, unshakable, oppressive force against him. Finally, when Steve’s hands shook from exhaustion, he rolled him onto his back.

Steve immediately covered his face with his arms, a broken sound of pure devastation tearing from his throat, misery ringing in the Soldier’s ears like it could rupture his eardrums with the force. It was unlike anything he could have imagined from Steve before. It was inhuman.

He forced one of Steve’s legs up and out, bent at the knee, and pressed closer. Pried his arms away and grasped his wrists in his metal hand to hold them down over his head.

He didn’t drag it out any more than he had to. He watched Steve’s face as he navigated the awkward angle and drove into him. Tears slipped freely down his temples, into his hair, but he was quiet now. His eyes were open, accusing and furious, until the Soldier’s hand reached between them, almost of its own accord, and squeezed.

Steve protested weakly, tried to squirm away, but as he thickened in the Soldier’s hand, his eyes closed. He turned his face into his arm and dug his teeth into his bicep to ride it out.

When it was over, he dropped Steve’s wrists like he was on fire, pulled his sticky hand from his groin to wipe it on his pants, and stood quickly. Steve didn’t move at first, just watched the Soldier adjust his clothes and go to the door.

Just before the it opened, he panted out a laugh. “Are your duties done for the night?”

The Soldier was spared from having to answer. He didn’t look back.

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Re: FILL: Daybreak part 14b/15 Re: Identity Porn in captivity

[(Anonymous)]

This is the saddest rape! :((( Why did the Soldier make Steve come? Was it part of the orders, or was it a misguided attempt to give Steve some semblance of pleasure, since he failed to do so with the blowjob?

Re: FILL: Daybreak part 14b/15 Re: Identity Porn in captivity

[(Anonymous)]

A!A here. I think there were a few reasons, but, yeah, I think part of him was just really trying to make it less awful, and he didn't realize until he'd done it what a terrible decision that actually was. For all the rapes Hydra has had him commit, they were violent, brutal acts, and they didn't tend to care whether they got off or not. So for him, he was trying to make it a little different. And it backfired.