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[ Bucky tries pulling Zemo closer, tugging at his waist to get him to move faster, harder. Frustrated that Zemo's trying to play coy even while grabbing his hip, he growls in hushed, venomous Russian. ]

If you don't fuck me I will flip you over and do it myself.

[There's a grunt when he's pulled in harder -- there's really not much he can do if Bucky chose to overpower him, but he hardly seems like it's a concern at all as he brings a hand up to press down hard on Bucky's chest. An attempt to push him back to the mattress as he gives a sharp, more punishing buck of his hips.

... Oh, but he likes the sound of that Russian on Bucky's lips.]

If you do that, I'll stop. Don't tempt me, James.

[There's a challenge to his voice, even as a smirk twitches at the corner of his lips. He does try to give Bucky what he wants -- hard, quick thrusts that bury him to the hilt and back. Blunt nails dig into Bucky's flesh with one hand while the other slides between them to take Bucky's cock in hand.]

One day, perhaps I will tie you down with something not so easy to escape... tease you over and over again, bring you right to the edge and back again until you can't even speak to beg for relief, much less threaten.

[ Goading Zemo by being a brat is giving him what he needs, so he won't be arguing the finer points of what could even begin to hold him.

And being pushed back down just makes him ache more, the easy slide into commander/soldier just far too natural in response. Bucky wants so badly to nip at Zemo's bottom lip and tug, to bite little marks all over his neck and shoulder. But he's being jerked off--finally--and all Bucky can do is arch his hips in time with Zemo's thrusts while wanton moans and heady chuckles fill the air. ]

Mn, bet it gets ya hard at night too, imagining me powerless beneath you. Fuckin' putty in your hands.

Ohfuck, yeah just like that. Right there.

Oh, James--

[There's a breathless, amused noise that leaves him at that goading, his hand tightening over the other man's cock, thumb rubbing over the head on upstrokes as he tries to milk more of those shameless moans out of him. He could listen to this all nigh... for multiple nights, if he's honest. The shameless noises, the way Bucky arches and writhes.

It's powerful, reducing the man to this.

His lips curl up in a wider smile, mischievous and teasing.]

Many different thoughts of you have gotten me hard at night. [He angles his hips to give Bucky what he's asking for.]

I wonder what it is that gets you aching at night...

[ Hearing Zemo confess to fantasizing about him pushes Bucky all that much closer to the edge, the talented hand stroking him off another point of pleasure added to the already punishing pace he's set with his thrusting. Zemo changes angles and Bucky sees sparks behind his eyelids, jolts of pleasure zipping up his spine.

Zemo will get a few more encouraging, wanton moans from Bucky for that. ]

--Nnh, want me to think of you? Hands down my pants jerking it while I imagine you sucking me off?

[ His filthy mouth only seems to get worse the closer he gets, his leg hitching higher over Zemo's hip to enhance the angle and pressure. Another burst of breathy laughter leaves his lips, his brain absolutely swimming in chemical and physical pleasure. ]

Imagine me-- fuckin' myself open, all ready for you, fingers as far as they could go, mmn-- c'mon, almost there...

Of course I want you to think of me, James... what a silly question.

[He pants, jaw tightening as he listens to Bucky's words. The thought of the other man thinking of him when he's not around, remembering him -- it's selfishly satisfying. He slides his hands up the other's chest, fingers brushing the tags hanging around his neck, curling his fingers around them.

He can already feel his own release building up, pleasure lighting up his nerves, muscles tensing. He can't stop a pleased groan as he snaps his hips forward, harder, faster. Those words spilling from Bucky's lips aren't helping at all.]

Don't hold back. Let go.

[ The more frantic the pace, the lower and rougher Bucky's voice grows, rumbling in his chest until it's nearly a growl. It's Zemo playing with his tags that really does it, Bucky's hands gripping at Zemo's ass to pull him deeper as the feeling of being owned drags him over the edge.

When he shakes apart, it's with a whispered curse, eyes squeezed shut as he shudders and spills over. This climax hits even harder than the last, the feeling of Zemo in him brushing that most sensitive place drawing out a long, deep groan. Bucky starts pleading, begging Zemo to come, words half-formed and desperate. Feeling the man come apart when he's usually so controlled is the most delightful little drug; one he's become far too addicted to experiencing. ]

[The way he's pulled in closer, deep as he can possibly go in their current position. He grinds himself against Bucky, his jaw tightening as pleasure hits hard.]

James--

[There's a rough, deep curse that leaves his lips as he comes, hard, and deep into the other man - thrilling in the way he begs for it, how desperate he is to feel and see and--

He groans again as he leans over the other man, pressing a hand to the mattress beside Bucky's head to support his weight. For a moment, he's still, expression twisted in pleasure as he tries to catch his breath, every inch of him so sated, so eager to collapse against Bucky, even though he resists the urge. But he doesn't pull away from him yet, doesn't quite slip out of him before he leans forward to let their lips brush.]

[ Music to his ears, and a feast for the eyes. When Zemo leans in, Bucky claims his mouth, hungrily deepening the kiss as he rolls the onto their side. Now that they don't have to worry about supporting their weight, he's free to let his hand roam over flushed skin, to comb his fingers through hair dampened with sweat.

Fatigue threatens to push him off to sleep, but he resists as much as possible, cupping Zemo's face and brushing his cheekbone with a thumb. It's almost-- tender. ]

[He doesn't protest the movement, settling easily on his side with a sigh as he sinks into the mattress. The hand roaming over him earns another contented noise as he slides his own around Bucky's waist, keeping him pressed close.]

James...

[He smiles at the way Bucky's fingers brush over his skin -- something too soft behind it. Something he should hardly thrill in or enjoy as much as he does. And yet, here he is, pressing in close, tangling limbs together as he presses another kiss to Bucky's lips.]

If you're tired, you should rest.

Mmn. [ He hums by way of agreement, reveling in the comfort of a close body and the contentment of being able to tangle up with someone. It only takes a brief moment to (very reluctantly) shift so Zemo isn't stuck being uncomfortably buried in him all night.

It's probably foolish, too much attachment, but he bumps Zemo's nose with his own before nuzzling his neck and sighing. ]

'Night, Z.

[All of this is too much, too close, too fond. The way Bucky nudges against him, stays close... He thought for a moment about slipping out of bed as soon as Bucky had drifted off, gathering his things, leaving. But part of him strangely doesn't want to leave him to wake to an empty bed in the morning.

And selfishly, maybe he doesn't want to leave.

He shifts to get a little more comfortable with Bucky wrapped around him, lifting a hand to comb through the other man's hair in a gesture he shouldn't make. It's too intimate, too soft... but Bucky's asleep, right? It doesn't matter.]

Sometimes I miss your long hair. [He mutters quietly, carefully. He doesn't actually want to wake the other man. It may take him a while to drift off and join Bucky though.]

Bad mem'ries.

[ He mumbles, barely holding on to the last threads of consciousness. Even with short hair, being petted makes him drowsy (on top of their rigorous booty call marathon).

It's good Zemo has seemingly opted to stay. He wouldn't admit it aloud ever, but if he woke to an empty bed, Bucky would feel-- oddly heartbroken. Not that he thinks this can (or should) last, but it's at least something, not just an emotionless fling. Maybe it should be, but they're way past that now. Zemo makes him feel special, not like an outsider; something precious and not an anomaly. Waking alone would just drive him right back into that stormy drinking mood, spiral him back to the dark thoughts of not belonging, of being a thing to be used.

Zemo's above all that.

As he goes limp with sleep, Bucky dips under into unconsciousness, dreaming of abstract pleasantness and something safe, stable. He might get up with a throbbing headache, but his sleep is restful, undisturbed by nightmares. ]

[It would probably be better for both of them if he played villain here - broke Bucky's heart so that he could remain just a bad memory in Bucky's life and nothing more. Certainly nothing to curl around and sleep next to at night. It may be better for him in the long run, encourage him to find someone he can have some sort of future with.

But Zemo can't do that. Not yet at least. Perhaps he's selfish, not ready to part with the one thing that makes his life somewhat bearable. He continues to pat the other's hair lightly until he lulls into a sleep himself -- at least he'll be here to help with the inevitable nightmare. Maybe he can slip himself out of bed in the morning to make breakfast, even.

Though for now, his sleep is deep and just as undisturbed. It's a restful respite - and he has no doubt it's in part due to James nearby.]

[ When morning comes, Bucky's phone starts vibrating loudly enough to wiggle itself off the nightstand. The sound of buzzing is enough to make him stir, but at the dull thud of the phone on carpet, Bucky goes right back to sleep. If it's important, he'll just say his battery died.

And he is absolutely going to feel like he got hit by a sledgehammer, with all the booze he drank and all the water he didn't. But he settles against Zemo a bit more, unwilling to face the reality that he's gotten far, far too attached to this man. Zemo is too warm, too safe, too...here. ]

James...

[His own phone has been forgotten somewhere in the living room, but Bucky's is close enough to jar him from his sleep. He huffs out a tired sigh as Bucky curls back into him.]

Mm, it's time to wake up.

[Probably, at least. The morning light is coming in through the windows, someone is trying to get hold of Bucky...

It hardly stops him from press a drowsy kiss to the other man's forehead, from running fingers over bare skin wherever he can reach.]

I will make breakfast, but you have to allow me to move first...

[It's a gentle tease.

And by breakfast -- he likely means coffee and bacon, even if those are hardly the healthiest staples. They got him through a year while he took care of the Avengers, they can get Bucky through the hangover he likely has.]

And it seems someone needs to speak with you.

Nnnnno.

[ He grumbles, trying to tangle more with Zemo to keep him from prying Bucky loose. As delicious as coffee and bacon sounds, he'd much rather sleep in and try to ignore the impending migraine threatening to set in behind his eye sockets. ]

'm off t'day.

Do heroes get days off, James?

[He's trapped, hopelessly.

Or perhaps not so hopeless. He could get loose if he wanted -- he's just not certain that he wants to until he absolutely has to.]

So your plan is to keep me in bed and sleep? I will have to leave eventually, you know...

Not a hero.

[ He mumbles that too, refusing to open his eyes unless he's forced. Bucky might be settling in to helping people, but he's no Captain America that's for damn sure.

To answer Zemo's question, Bucky simply nuzzles his neck. ]

Mmm, no.

No?

[There's a soft laugh and he lets his eyes drift shut for a moment, enjoying the affection.]

Mm, I could get used to this. [A pause.] In another life, at least.

[Not in the one where he's a terrorist barely skirting returning to a cell because he happens to be useful to Valentina.]

[ Bucky's fingers curl against Zemo's ribs, thumb brushing over the ridges and dips there. In another life, Zemo says, reminding Bucky that this is merely a pocket in time, an intermission before the next act.

His stomach twists, anguish and denial and all sorts of convoluted hopes to bargain Zemo into freedom. It's good that his face is buried in the crook of Zemo's neck (always with a trace of cologne) so his frown isn't visible. Hopefully it's not felt, but it's difficult not to react to the reality of things when he'd prefer to stretch this out. ]

Are you okay, James?

[Maybe he can't see the expression, but it's easy enough to pick out the reluctance, the way the man stays stubbornly huddled against him. His fingers brush down over Bucky's back, tracing idle little patterns over his skin.]

[ Zemo can read him like a book by now, pick up on the slightest tells. Bucky goes quiet when he's upset, shuts down instead of boiling over to an outburst like when he's angry.

He heaves a soft sigh, wanting the touch to go on forever. ]

Just stay.

[He doesn't like this, the way Bucky's mood doesn't seem improved and he doesn't think it has anything to do with the hangover.]

For as long as I am able, James.

[He's a bit too concerned to slip out right now anyway. And maybe he shouldn't continue to prod, but--]

Has something happened?

[ Bucky was content waking up like this, pleasantly entangled with Zemo dozing next to him. Well, not the hangover part, but-- not being alone. Sharing a bed with someone who gets him.

Someone who literally can't stay like Bucky wants (or thinks he wants).

Maybe he's still groggy, or maybe it's the dehydration, or even the boneless fucked-out feeling that makes his tongue loose as he answers more candidly than perhaps he would otherwise: ]

Everyone always leaves me.

Not bothering with Cyrillic-- 2much 2translate

Haha, sometimes it is!

Russian has 2many gd case declensions!!1

It really does!!

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