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[ there are half a dozen reasons why a secondary exit makes sense, not the least of which is basic fire safety. But bad guys aren't exactly OSHA-compliant as a rule, so Bucky just has to hope that whoever carved this place into a rock had some level of competency.
They walk, shuffle, and clamber through narrow corridors and rubble blockades. Minutes pass, maybe half an hour. Progress is slow, but right as they hit a juncture, Bucky pauses. ]
Did you feel that?
They walk, shuffle, and clamber through narrow corridors and rubble blockades. Minutes pass, maybe half an hour. Progress is slow, but right as they hit a juncture, Bucky pauses. ]
Did you feel that?
[At least not these sorts of bad guys, but Zemo is willing to look. It's better than sitting and growing more claustrophobic by the second, or waiting for all of the ghosts to catch up to them.
His attention is drawn towards Bucky at the question, brows furrowed.]
What is it?
[His attention is drawn towards one of the corridors.]
The one to the left.
His attention is drawn towards Bucky at the question, brows furrowed.]
What is it?
[His attention is drawn towards one of the corridors.]
The one to the left.
[ Without breaking eye contact, Bucky shuts the drawer with a definitive 'thunk'. ]
I think we can do without.
I think we can do without.
[ Bucky looks up, searching. ]
I swear I just felt a breeze.
[ Or a draft from settling rubble. ]
I swear I just felt a breeze.
[ Or a draft from settling rubble. ]
[Well, then--
Zemo takes a step towards Bucky then, amusement playing across his features as he closes the distance--
and then reaches up to pull him into a proper kiss, letting it linger for a bit.]
Then a little treat before dinner, yes?
Zemo takes a step towards Bucky then, amusement playing across his features as he closes the distance--
and then reaches up to pull him into a proper kiss, letting it linger for a bit.]
Then a little treat before dinner, yes?
[ The kiss is briefer than he'd like but still sweet with a bit of heat on the edge. More than enough to whet his appetite. Bucky grins, his gaze lingering on Zemo's lips. ]
What's on the menu, Baron?
What's on the menu, Baron?
[He nudges at Bucky then, pushing him back against the nearest counter as he leans up for another kiss. This one is deeper, hungrier as his hands slide down to hook in the other's waistband.]
I thought perhaps I want you in my mouth. [He tilts his head.] Although I would not say no to being bent over the counter either.
I thought perhaps I want you in my mouth. [He tilts his head.] Although I would not say no to being bent over the counter either.
No, Bucky would not like to be shamed for anything. Oeznik deserves a break from having to tell the two boys off for their various wrongdoings. He nods without protesting - both for the bandage change and for letting Zemo have some time to himself.
"Okay." He leaves his hand in Zemo's grasp as he makes his way partially out the shower, dripping a bit before grabbing hold of the towels. He drapes one over Zemo's shoulders first before wrapping the other one around his waist, letting water drip from his hair freely while he ambles towards the sink, gives Zemo more space.
His hand is actually mostly recovered and it doesn't even look as severe as it was when he first sliced it open when he unwinds the bandages and dumps the old one. Somehow despite his negligence, he hasn't gotten an infection, and this dressing change will likely be the final one before it will heal up as best it can.
Bucky touches the exposed ring with his metal fingers, head lowered and silent, seemingly not bothered by the cold or the wetness while his mind drifts. But he'll eventually get distracted and look up when Zemo gets his attention.
"It doesn't need bandages, does it?" he asks as he flexes his hand at Zemo just a little bit - not enough to rip anything open, so he should relax.
"Okay." He leaves his hand in Zemo's grasp as he makes his way partially out the shower, dripping a bit before grabbing hold of the towels. He drapes one over Zemo's shoulders first before wrapping the other one around his waist, letting water drip from his hair freely while he ambles towards the sink, gives Zemo more space.
His hand is actually mostly recovered and it doesn't even look as severe as it was when he first sliced it open when he unwinds the bandages and dumps the old one. Somehow despite his negligence, he hasn't gotten an infection, and this dressing change will likely be the final one before it will heal up as best it can.
Bucky touches the exposed ring with his metal fingers, head lowered and silent, seemingly not bothered by the cold or the wetness while his mind drifts. But he'll eventually get distracted and look up when Zemo gets his attention.
"It doesn't need bandages, does it?" he asks as he flexes his hand at Zemo just a little bit - not enough to rip anything open, so he should relax.
Zemo seems pleased by the progress as he inspects the wound. He takes Bucky's hand in his, turning it around to look closer. "This will be the last one, I think. Despite all carelessness on your part, James, it looks like you will heal very well."
Probably largely thanks to the serum in his veins than anything he's done, but Zemo will certainly accept it. Either way, Zemo reaches for the bandage to rewrap it for now -- Bucky can tolerate a few more days of annoyance while the wound closes a bit further.
... There's something a bit charming that Bucky truly hasn't taken his ring off, and seemingly has no intentions of doing so at the moment. Zemo's fingers may brush briefly over the metal before it's covered by the gauze wrap again. "This is quite a position, isn't it? I doubt you would have thought years ago that you would be wearing my ring, letting me bandage your wounds."
Probably largely thanks to the serum in his veins than anything he's done, but Zemo will certainly accept it. Either way, Zemo reaches for the bandage to rewrap it for now -- Bucky can tolerate a few more days of annoyance while the wound closes a bit further.
... There's something a bit charming that Bucky truly hasn't taken his ring off, and seemingly has no intentions of doing so at the moment. Zemo's fingers may brush briefly over the metal before it's covered by the gauze wrap again. "This is quite a position, isn't it? I doubt you would have thought years ago that you would be wearing my ring, letting me bandage your wounds."
[ the heat of that kiss and deft fingers hooking his his waistband is enough to send blood rushing south. Just a tease really, and Bucky is already beginning to harden.
Voice rough, he grips the countertop behind himself, unable to stop his hips arching forward. ]
Save some for the main course.
Voice rough, he grips the countertop behind himself, unable to stop his hips arching forward. ]
Save some for the main course.
What, James? Are you afraid I will wear you out?
[There's a teasing look as his hand slips from Bucky's waistband to slide down over the front of his thighs, teasing at the muscle there.]
[There's a teasing look as his hand slips from Bucky's waistband to slide down over the front of his thighs, teasing at the muscle there.]
Are you certain?
[He shifts his weight, watching Bucky closely.]
Where?
[It isn't long before he joins him - it's the only slight hope they've gotten so far.]
[He shifts his weight, watching Bucky closely.]
Where?
[It isn't long before he joins him - it's the only slight hope they've gotten so far.]
[ It's increasingly difficult to compose a witty reply when Zemo's squeezing at his thigh. His breath hitches, but he recovers...eventually. ]
I think we both know who wears out first.
I think we both know who wears out first.
Hm. [ Bucky considers for a moment, then reaches over to Zemo and plucks a strand of hair from the man's head. ] Sorry. Mine's too short now.
[ Before things can get too weird, Bucky holds the hair aloft, inspecting it to see if the draft moves it. ]
[ Before things can get too weird, Bucky holds the hair aloft, inspecting it to see if the draft moves it. ]
[There's a protesting grunt at the plucked hair, the urge to swat at Bucky there, but easily ignored when his attention switches tot he hair.]
A bit of a warning next time, James.
A bit of a warning next time, James.
[He makes a show of sinking down to his knees then, watching Bucky as he works open the fly of his trousers, tugs at the fabric to get it down.]
Perhaps I'm hoping you will fuck me until I'm so exhausted, I can't even think beyond you, James.
And then fuck me again for good measure.
Perhaps I'm hoping you will fuck me until I'm so exhausted, I can't even think beyond you, James.
And then fuck me again for good measure.
Edited 2022-04-11 09:10 (UTC)
[ Bucky holds his breath as Zemo sinks down, wanting to comb his fingers through Zemo's hair but gripping the counter instead. His comment had mostly been a tease, but Zemo's reply plants a little seed of idea in the back of his mind that immediately starts to take root. Much as he wants to continue their food-themed banter, he finds clever words increasingly hard to come by.
In a rough murmur: ] I can arrange that.
In a rough murmur: ] I can arrange that.
[ Absently: ] Sorry.
[ But he's too preoccupied with watching the strand, waiting to see if it some burst of air disturbs it. After what feels like an eternity (yet just before he's about to discard the thing entirely in frustration), the end flutters. ]
Bingo. To the left.
[ But he's too preoccupied with watching the strand, waiting to see if it some burst of air disturbs it. After what feels like an eternity (yet just before he's about to discard the thing entirely in frustration), the end flutters. ]
Bingo. To the left.
[There's an absolutely wicked look at Bucky's words, but his attention shifts to drawing Bucky out of his pants. Right now, he wants to please the man, see how crazy he can drive him. Fingers wrap around his cock to tease him to full hardness as his eyes dart up to watch Bucky again.]
For now, let me take care of you, James.
For now, let me take care of you, James.
[ It's such a rare thing even now for someone to want to please Bucky instead of the other way around. Years of his life programmed and forced to obey, to serve, yet a man who holds so much power wants to give instead of receive. Bucky can only watch, rapt, as Zemo takes him out and brings his cock fully erect. Pupils blown and cheeks flushing, Bucky takes longer than expected to reply. ]
Okay.
Okay.
[He doesn't expect Bucky to respond really. He's too busy quietly thrilling at the response he draws out anyway. Already so hard, and they've just barely started... he's just barely done anything.
He makes a show of leaning forward to swipe his tongue over the length of him, of running his tongue around the tip of his cock and teasing briefly at the slit. Laving attention, even if he's rather certain Bucky will want to feel more of his mouth soon.]
You really are a lovely specimen, James. I can't imagine I will get enough of you any time soon.
He makes a show of leaning forward to swipe his tongue over the length of him, of running his tongue around the tip of his cock and teasing briefly at the slit. Laving attention, even if he's rather certain Bucky will want to feel more of his mouth soon.]
You really are a lovely specimen, James. I can't imagine I will get enough of you any time soon.
Let's go, then.
[There's sudden urgency, something that feels like hope that he doesn't quite want to feel. It never goes terribly well, letting one buy too much into childish hopes or fantasies.]
[There's sudden urgency, something that feels like hope that he doesn't quite want to feel. It never goes terribly well, letting one buy too much into childish hopes or fantasies.]
[ He would never call it something like conditioning, oh no. Just that Bucky is so into Zemo that very little effort is needed to turn him on, even with the decades on ice.
And that wicked, clever tongue makes Bucky take in a ragged breath, his weight shifting as the sensation jolts up his spine. There's no reply, as he's perhaps a little more quiet than usual after Zemo compliments him. But then the moment passes, and he shifts to try and get more stimulation. ]
And that wicked, clever tongue makes Bucky take in a ragged breath, his weight shifting as the sensation jolts up his spine. There's no reply, as he's perhaps a little more quiet than usual after Zemo compliments him. But then the moment passes, and he shifts to try and get more stimulation. ]
[He guides Bucky past his lips, tongue flattening against the underside of his cock. The weight of him, the heat of him, and taste on his tongue is rather intoxicating. Almost as much as the way Bucky looks, the sound of his rough breathing.
His hands slide down to brace against Bucky's hips, kneading lightly.]
His hands slide down to brace against Bucky's hips, kneading lightly.]
"I tried," Bucky insists firmly but quietly. Clearly he didn't try his hardest, or he wouldn't have hurt himself to begin with, but he didn't deliberately try to give himself an infection either.
"I guess." Bucky lowers his head a bit and swallows. "I thought you'd be like the others." Hydra's technicians and handlers, he means. His eyes narrow by a fraction. "They would have just left me if they thought I wouldn't make it."
He doesn't know for sure. Maybe they'd try to retrieve him, to cover their tracks, or extract what they can out of his corpse and work on a better v2.0 soldier. Or on the off chance that he does make it, give him that false sense of being valued, being wanted, being part of the organisation. But he's pretty sure that once he's a liability they would have cut him loose. They don't have the same complications or hangups that he does in his head about being saved or the intermittent bouts of kindness he'd been shown.
"You don't have to, anyway." Patch him up, he means. It'll heal one way or another. Just that this one won't turn into a nasty scar like all the others. "You didn't have to do any of this." Drag him around the world, buy him nice things, nudge him into not giving up on himself. Feed him, bathe him, clothe him. Wyoming. They've progressed far beyond just keeping a wary eye on each other.
"I hope I've been okay to you. Or, good enough. Or whatever."
"I guess." Bucky lowers his head a bit and swallows. "I thought you'd be like the others." Hydra's technicians and handlers, he means. His eyes narrow by a fraction. "They would have just left me if they thought I wouldn't make it."
He doesn't know for sure. Maybe they'd try to retrieve him, to cover their tracks, or extract what they can out of his corpse and work on a better v2.0 soldier. Or on the off chance that he does make it, give him that false sense of being valued, being wanted, being part of the organisation. But he's pretty sure that once he's a liability they would have cut him loose. They don't have the same complications or hangups that he does in his head about being saved or the intermittent bouts of kindness he'd been shown.
"You don't have to, anyway." Patch him up, he means. It'll heal one way or another. Just that this one won't turn into a nasty scar like all the others. "You didn't have to do any of this." Drag him around the world, buy him nice things, nudge him into not giving up on himself. Feed him, bathe him, clothe him. Wyoming. They've progressed far beyond just keeping a wary eye on each other.
"I hope I've been okay to you. Or, good enough. Or whatever."
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