Bucky watched the horde of jet black aliens sweeping across the Wakandan field. He lifted his gun as he ran with his army toward them, waiting for them to come into range. He didn't want to be here.
He couldn't have been anywhere else, and he knew that, had resigned himself to it, but he didn't have to want it. Just like the first War he'd been thrown into a lifetime ago, there hadn't been a choice. He was needed, so here he was.
There were aliens to fight instead of Nazis. Some alien dictator called Thanos wanted to kill a shit-load of people and had sent a shit-load of his four-armed attack dogs to Wakanda. Bucky loved Wakanda. He didn’t want to fight, but he did want to protect what he loved. That was something he’d always wanted to do, as far back as he could remember.
He used the gun Shuri had personally made for him. She’d teased him about his fondness for guns when there were so many better weapons she could make for him, but then she’d hugged him and whispered “Be careful, White Wolf,” making him miss his little sister and his little Stevie in the same breath. He sometimes wondered whether Shuri cared for him as more of a science project than a friend, but either way, he loved her. He wanted to protect her.
The aliens were vicious. He watched warriors ahead of him get ripped apart by teeth and claws. He shot as many aliens as he could. Head shots when he could, and he usually could. That made him smile as he fought. He’d always been a good marksman, whether with a slingshot or a sniper rifle. He hadn’t used his skills in years, but they hadn’t rusted. He was proud. He shouldn’t be allowed the pride, not after all the good people he’d murdered with his skills, but he was proud. The middle of a battle was no time for self-evaluation.
He tried to keep an eye on Steve, but lost him quickly in the melee. He wasn’t very worried. Steve could take care of himself now. He didn’t need Bucky. Bucky could focus on others that needed his protection. He saved a Dora from an alien that had her pinned. She returned the favor by spearing an alien that almost got Bucky from behind. They nodded their thanks at each other and returned to the fray.
The waves of aliens kept coming from beyond the broken energy barrier. They ran on all six of their appendages, like galloping insects. Sweat dripped into Bucky’s eyes. He was weary. So weary, and still they came. He could feel the tide turning. He fought on. His gun popped and aliens fell, oozing black blood from their eyes and foreheads. He fought on. It was all he could do.
Two of them flanked him. He killed one but wasn’t quick enough to get the other before it knocked his gun from his hand. The force of its blow staggered him backward, and it used the momentum to knock him flat on his back as it pounced on him to go in for the kill. He used his new vibranium arm to hold its throat and keep its teeth at bay while he reached for the knife at his thigh. He stabbed blindly at the creature’s head and chest, both of them flailing in the dirt. The alien gained a measure, its horrible teeth so close to Bucky’s face. The alien’s nostrils flared as it took a deep sniff of Bucky’s skin. Its eyes widened and it froze.
Bucky kicked up from the ground and headbutted the alien up and away from him. He scrambled to his feet, finding his gun a few meters away and gauging how quickly he could get to it before the alien came for him again. He had no idea what the thing had smelled to make it so distracted, and he didn’t care. He wanted to kill it and move on to the next one.
The alien threw back its head and made a warbling sound deep in its throat. Bucky dove for his gun, but another alien grabbed him unexpectedly by the leg and tossed him away from his weapon. He lost his knife as he rolled. He landed on his back and reached for the second one in his boot. Yet another alien wrenched his arm away, and held it this time. Bucky beat at it with his unrestrained vibranium arm as it started to make the same warbling noise. That noise was everywhere, reverberating inside his skull. He didn’t understand, and he was afraid.
A third alien appeared and grabbed his vibranium arm with all four of its hands. He wasn’t strong enough to fight it off. He was held down, arms spread by the warbling aliens. The first alien approached, crouched low to the dirt. Its eyes were narrowed and its warbles had become softer and higher. Between its legs, Bucky saw its previously hidden genitals unsheathing, and he understood.
“No!”
He kicked and bucked, trying to escape from the creatures holding him down. He screamed profanities and threats that he knew they didn’t understand. His cries joined the sounds of the battle around him and were lost.
“No.”
He’d been in this position before. Various members of Hydra had raped him over his long life, starting with that guard in the Austrian work factory and ending with that STRIKE team in D.C. after the Winter Soldier had failed to kill Steve a second time. He’d thought he’d made peace with that, but the shame, horror, fear, and rage all came flooding back as he watched the alien’s cock engorge. He’d never thought to be in this position again, and he realized now how stupid he’d been. This was what he was. Something about him made this happen, not only in men, but in goddamn fucking aliens as well.
Bucky was sobbing. He didn’t know when he’d started, but the tears ran hot down his face and he gasped raggedly for air as the snot ran down his throat. One of his captors leaned down and licked his cheek with a veiny tongue. If it was a gesture of comfort or pity, Bucky didn’t want it.
“Get the fuck off of me!”
He twisted his hips and kicked at the first alien who’d now reached him. Black blood trickled from superficial wounds Bucky’s had inflicted with the knife. Not deep enough to kill or incapacitate. Not good enough. He’d never been good enough.
The first alien held his ankles. Its cock was obscene. Bucky stared at it with horror. Probably half a meter long, and thick as a good-sized eggplant. It shone all-over with some self-made slick, but no matter where it decided to stick that, it was going to hurt like a bitch. That was fitting. He was a bitch. Something about him. The alien had smelled it.
The alien kept two hands on Bucky’s ankles and used the claws on the other two, shredding Bucky’s brown fatigues like tissue paper. He fought, struggling in the dirt, until the aliens claws reached the protective cup at Bucky’s groin and removed it. Bucky’s breath hitched as the alien fondled his genitals, first his soft cock then his loose scrotum. Bucky stayed as still as he could, pleading silently for the alien not to damage him there. The alien leaned its face closer between Bucky’s legs and Bucky could feel its breath as it warbled softly and took a deep sniff. It let go of his balls and made one last trilling cry before it and the other two aliens became silent. It pressed its chest against Bucky’s, and Bucky remembered to struggle again.
He howled wordlessly as he fought the thing spreading his legs with its bottom arms while its top arms held Bucky’s shoulders against the ground. Bucky felt its wet cock slither, hard yet sinuous against his naked legs. This was a nightmare. He didn’t want to be here. Why did he have to be here?
The blunt head of the alien cock found his asshole. It seemed to pulse and quiver, like a living organism separate from the alien. Bucky could feel it contract to slip inside ass, and he felt stupidly grateful for that. The gratitude was short-lived as he felt centimeter after centimeter slithering inside him. When that movement stopped, he felt the cock begin to expand to its full width inside him. Slowly, but painfully, he was filled up with the alien’s monster cock until he thought it might fill him completely. He imagined the thick oozing thing pushing through his rectum to his intestines, then his stomach, and maybe up his throat until his mouth was split open on the end of it. He imagined Steve or Shuri finding him that way. His waning tears flowed freely once more.
The alien on top of him began to hump and thrust. It made little trills of pleasure that pierced Bucky’s soul. He was stuffed with the alien’s cock, and it was using him for its pleasure. Just like he’d always been used. Just like he was meant to be used.
He stopped his pointless struggles. He closed his eyes and waited for it to be over.
Fill: Just Like He Was Meant To Be
He couldn't have been anywhere else, and he knew that, had resigned himself to it, but he didn't have to want it. Just like the first War he'd been thrown into a lifetime ago, there hadn't been a choice. He was needed, so here he was.
There were aliens to fight instead of Nazis. Some alien dictator called Thanos wanted to kill a shit-load of people and had sent a shit-load of his four-armed attack dogs to Wakanda. Bucky loved Wakanda. He didn’t want to fight, but he did want to protect what he loved. That was something he’d always wanted to do, as far back as he could remember.
He used the gun Shuri had personally made for him. She’d teased him about his fondness for guns when there were so many better weapons she could make for him, but then she’d hugged him and whispered “Be careful, White Wolf,” making him miss his little sister and his little Stevie in the same breath. He sometimes wondered whether Shuri cared for him as more of a science project than a friend, but either way, he loved her. He wanted to protect her.
The aliens were vicious. He watched warriors ahead of him get ripped apart by teeth and claws. He shot as many aliens as he could. Head shots when he could, and he usually could. That made him smile as he fought. He’d always been a good marksman, whether with a slingshot or a sniper rifle. He hadn’t used his skills in years, but they hadn’t rusted. He was proud. He shouldn’t be allowed the pride, not after all the good people he’d murdered with his skills, but he was proud. The middle of a battle was no time for self-evaluation.
He tried to keep an eye on Steve, but lost him quickly in the melee. He wasn’t very worried. Steve could take care of himself now. He didn’t need Bucky. Bucky could focus on others that needed his protection. He saved a Dora from an alien that had her pinned. She returned the favor by spearing an alien that almost got Bucky from behind. They nodded their thanks at each other and returned to the fray.
The waves of aliens kept coming from beyond the broken energy barrier. They ran on all six of their appendages, like galloping insects. Sweat dripped into Bucky’s eyes. He was weary. So weary, and still they came. He could feel the tide turning. He fought on. His gun popped and aliens fell, oozing black blood from their eyes and foreheads. He fought on. It was all he could do.
Two of them flanked him. He killed one but wasn’t quick enough to get the other before it knocked his gun from his hand. The force of its blow staggered him backward, and it used the momentum to knock him flat on his back as it pounced on him to go in for the kill. He used his new vibranium arm to hold its throat and keep its teeth at bay while he reached for the knife at his thigh. He stabbed blindly at the creature’s head and chest, both of them flailing in the dirt. The alien gained a measure, its horrible teeth so close to Bucky’s face. The alien’s nostrils flared as it took a deep sniff of Bucky’s skin. Its eyes widened and it froze.
Bucky kicked up from the ground and headbutted the alien up and away from him. He scrambled to his feet, finding his gun a few meters away and gauging how quickly he could get to it before the alien came for him again. He had no idea what the thing had smelled to make it so distracted, and he didn’t care. He wanted to kill it and move on to the next one.
The alien threw back its head and made a warbling sound deep in its throat. Bucky dove for his gun, but another alien grabbed him unexpectedly by the leg and tossed him away from his weapon. He lost his knife as he rolled. He landed on his back and reached for the second one in his boot. Yet another alien wrenched his arm away, and held it this time. Bucky beat at it with his unrestrained vibranium arm as it started to make the same warbling noise. That noise was everywhere, reverberating inside his skull. He didn’t understand, and he was afraid.
A third alien appeared and grabbed his vibranium arm with all four of its hands. He wasn’t strong enough to fight it off. He was held down, arms spread by the warbling aliens. The first alien approached, crouched low to the dirt. Its eyes were narrowed and its warbles had become softer and higher. Between its legs, Bucky saw its previously hidden genitals unsheathing, and he understood.
“No!”
He kicked and bucked, trying to escape from the creatures holding him down. He screamed profanities and threats that he knew they didn’t understand. His cries joined the sounds of the battle around him and were lost.
“No.”
He’d been in this position before. Various members of Hydra had raped him over his long life, starting with that guard in the Austrian work factory and ending with that STRIKE team in D.C. after the Winter Soldier had failed to kill Steve a second time. He’d thought he’d made peace with that, but the shame, horror, fear, and rage all came flooding back as he watched the alien’s cock engorge. He’d never thought to be in this position again, and he realized now how stupid he’d been. This was what he was. Something about him made this happen, not only in men, but in goddamn fucking aliens as well.
Bucky was sobbing. He didn’t know when he’d started, but the tears ran hot down his face and he gasped raggedly for air as the snot ran down his throat. One of his captors leaned down and licked his cheek with a veiny tongue. If it was a gesture of comfort or pity, Bucky didn’t want it.
“Get the fuck off of me!”
He twisted his hips and kicked at the first alien who’d now reached him. Black blood trickled from superficial wounds Bucky’s had inflicted with the knife. Not deep enough to kill or incapacitate. Not good enough. He’d never been good enough.
The first alien held his ankles. Its cock was obscene. Bucky stared at it with horror. Probably half a meter long, and thick as a good-sized eggplant. It shone all-over with some self-made slick, but no matter where it decided to stick that, it was going to hurt like a bitch. That was fitting. He was a bitch. Something about him. The alien had smelled it.
The alien kept two hands on Bucky’s ankles and used the claws on the other two, shredding Bucky’s brown fatigues like tissue paper. He fought, struggling in the dirt, until the aliens claws reached the protective cup at Bucky’s groin and removed it. Bucky’s breath hitched as the alien fondled his genitals, first his soft cock then his loose scrotum. Bucky stayed as still as he could, pleading silently for the alien not to damage him there. The alien leaned its face closer between Bucky’s legs and Bucky could feel its breath as it warbled softly and took a deep sniff. It let go of his balls and made one last trilling cry before it and the other two aliens became silent. It pressed its chest against Bucky’s, and Bucky remembered to struggle again.
He howled wordlessly as he fought the thing spreading his legs with its bottom arms while its top arms held Bucky’s shoulders against the ground. Bucky felt its wet cock slither, hard yet sinuous against his naked legs. This was a nightmare. He didn’t want to be here. Why did he have to be here?
The blunt head of the alien cock found his asshole. It seemed to pulse and quiver, like a living organism separate from the alien. Bucky could feel it contract to slip inside ass, and he felt stupidly grateful for that. The gratitude was short-lived as he felt centimeter after centimeter slithering inside him. When that movement stopped, he felt the cock begin to expand to its full width inside him. Slowly, but painfully, he was filled up with the alien’s monster cock until he thought it might fill him completely. He imagined the thick oozing thing pushing through his rectum to his intestines, then his stomach, and maybe up his throat until his mouth was split open on the end of it. He imagined Steve or Shuri finding him that way. His waning tears flowed freely once more.
The alien on top of him began to hump and thrust. It made little trills of pleasure that pierced Bucky’s soul. He was stuffed with the alien’s cock, and it was using him for its pleasure. Just like he’d always been used. Just like he was meant to be used.
He stopped his pointless struggles. He closed his eyes and waited for it to be over.