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Bucky stepped over the ruins of his many walls and captured Zemo’s mouth.
Kissing the baron felt like flipping a switch, or more accurately, loosening one that had been stuck in a punishing position for decades. Eyes squeezed shut to better lose himself in the moment, Bucky parted Zemo’s lips with his tongue and let himself in. The baron’s hands flew to his shoulders, holding on to him with impressive strength. He returned the kiss as best he could, trying to carve his shoulders bloody.
A growl built in Bucky’s chest. Being hard didn’t feel so embarrassing with Zemo’s matching erection digging into his belly, and the baron making a thousand muffled noises. Zemo tasted exactly like he was as a man, challenging and addictive, a risk bound in exotism. The heat of that delicious mouth, the taste Bucky reveled in with each stroke of tongue, felt like coming home. A first kiss shouldn’t hold such significance, and yet how could it be any different? This infuriating man had once been inside his head.
When they parted for air, and he opened his eyes again, it was to see the soldier relaxing. Zemo redirected his attention to himself with a simple caress down Bucky’s chest. Those wandering fingers stopped just short of the waistband of his sweat pants.
“You are mouth-watering, James.”
Bucky bit back the reflexive thank you.
“I think,” he said instead, metal hand going up to cup Zemo’s face and peering into the baron’s heavy-lidded eyes, “that you have plenty of walls of your own.”
“Excuse me?”
“You might like to dominate a conversation, and play mind games in between two cups of tea, but in this particular context, you enjoy…”
Without warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside the baron’s mouth. He also reached down, to fondle Zemo’s cock through the fancy cotton of his robe.
The baron let out a garbled moan. His cock throbbed and leaked with every motion of Bucky’s metal fingers. Saliva pooled around the flesh and blood digits pressing down on his tongue.
“This,” Bucky rasped. “You definitely enjoy letting go of your precious control in a setting arranged to your own liking. Letting go and getting hurt a little, too, if I was to guess. Cut yourself on the pieces of your carefully arranged puzzle.”
He was tempted to slap the baron then - he was pretty sure that the other man would love it - but the soldier was making concerned noises. He relaxed his painful grip on the baron’s cock and removed his fingers from that inviting mouth, wiping the slick digits down the delicate arch of Zemo’s neck.
“Is there something you want, Soldat?” Zemo asked in a voice several octaves lower than earlier. “It would please your kurator and me greatly to know of your desires and satisfy them.”
Bucky almost said something then, because no, he wasn’t going to fuck himself if the soldier assumed that was what Zemo wanted and asked for this, but his counterpart just licked his lips and said demurely:
“Kurator, I am greatly aroused by the sight of you and your lover together. What may I do to please you both?”
Bucky choked on his spit, but Zemo, as always, had words at the ready.
“Would you like me to touch you while your kurator finds pleasure of his own touching me, Soldat?”
“You greedy sonoabitch,” Bucky hissed, but it lacked heat. “You’re assuming-”
“There is no need for assumptions when there is knowledge,” Zemo taunted, glancing down and drawing Bucky’s attention to where both his hands were: on Zemo’s chest, gripping the silky lapels of his bathrobe. “Unless you would like to pretend that you are lying with your body as well as your words, James?” He rubbed a knuckle over the bulge in Bucky’s sweat pants, sending a bolt of pleasure up his spine. “I do not think you have been quite this honest in a long time, dorogoy.”
Bucky batted the wandering hand away, despite half of him aching to trap it right there. “I’m not your fucking darling, asshole.”
“And yet you are so sweet on me, several layers deeper than this deliciously accepting version of yourself… dorogoy.”
Bucky slapped him then, just hard enough for Zemo’s head to snap to the side.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he hurried to reassure his counterpart, whose eyes had widened in alarm. He twisted Zemo’s head around to show the imprint of his hand on the baron’s cheek, and more importantly, the pleasure shining bright in those darkened eyes. “He’s okay.” Your handler, he almost says, but technically, that was still him. He dug his thumb into Zemo’s jaw for emphasis and groaned at the warmth that seeped into his finger. “The baron enjoys being roughened up quite a bit… but he’s going to be extra gentle with you, I promise.” Turning a threatening smile towards Zemo, he patted the baron’s marked cheek. “Understood?”
Zemo’s jaw dropped. For a moment there, he seemed unable to summon words. When he spoke at last, he sounded completely out of breath. “Y-Yes, James. Perfectly.”
Fuck, but Zemo like this was such a treat. If the baron’s hand had been any closer to his cock, Bucky might have come on the spot watching him submit so sweetly. Inhaling deeply, he lowered the waistband of his pants, exposing the visible proof of his desire. Zemo glanced down at once.
“Eyes up here,” Bucky chuckled, and to his surprise, he realized he wasn’t angry anymore. There were no walls up, for anyone. They were all equals now. As much as they could ever be.
Once fully naked, Bucky spun Zemo around so that the baron would have his back to him, and did what he’d fantasized about doing about a thousand times already: he ripped that goddamn bathrobe off the other man’s body.
A full-body shiver went through the baron, who had two identical pairs of eyes riveted by his naked form. Bucky dropped the bathrobe to the floor, and set his hands gingerly on Zemo’s shoulders, suddenly a lot less certain of what the hell he was doing. Zemo looked as dangerous as ever in the nude…
… but also dangerously soft.
Bucky had known that Zemo was fit. The baron might like to lounge, but that veteran of prison breaks could run quickly, and for a long time, when he wasn’t jumping over fences or tackling Hydra operatives to the ground like a feral cat. That being said, Zemo wasn’t all hard muscles either. There was some softness to his hips that Bucky immediately wished to rub his face into, a galaxy worth of freckles spreading wide across his shoulders that he wanted to count in between eager strokes of his tongue. It really was no wonder the soldier was so gone on Zemo, if that’s how Bucky was thinking with a much clearer mind about things.
He pinched each of Zemo’s already hard nipples in turn, earning a very flattering gasp and stuttering of hips, before taking a step back to admire the tattoo he’d only seen glimpses of before.
The cherry blossom design spread like a living tapestry - or a harness - from hip to hip. The tattoo spanned the entirety of Zemo’s lower back, vibrant emerald green stems adorned with pink blossoms. On his hips, such flowers appeared a touch darker, the purple of bruises in full bloom. Without underwear in the way, Bucky found his gaze drawn to the intimate path threaded by carefully replicated foliage, to the magnificent leaves and flowers covering more skin lower still. Green and pink twisted and turned on Zemo’s thighs like so many claims, the delicate inked lines swirling around freckles, seemingly converging inwards...
Fuck.
Bucky felt his jaw drop at the sight of that tattoo continuing on Zemo’s cock, all the way up to the gleaming tip. Green leaves and pink blossoms ran up the entire length of the baron’s erection, every color made more vibrant by the slick of precum.
Bucky’s left hand moved of its own accord, metal plates shifting smoothly over inked skin. The delicate petals were dotted with pollen. “That must have hurt like hell.”
“It was actually quite pleasant,” Zemo retorted in a slightly breathy voice.
Bucky chuckled low, more seductive than he’d felt in the best part of a century. “Of course it was.”
Pain slut, he almost said. The words were right there on the tip of his tongue, brought forth by the challenging gleam in Zemo’s eyes. But they made way for a curse when his metal fingers encountered another line of the baron’s signature love for pain past his balls: a single ring embedded in the velvety skin beyond, an inch at most from the warm pull of his hole.
“The Guiche stroke my fancy several decades ago, when my first lover showed me the wonders of oral pleasure,” the baron said in the same conversational tone he’d used to torture information out of a Hydra operative yesterday.
Bucky’s mouth went dry, and he found himself tugging at the ring just a teeny-tiny bit to get Zemo to squirm. And the baron did squirm. Another pearl of pre oozed from his slit, adding yet more shine to the anthers of the single cherry blossom inked on his glans.
Bucky groaned, finally giving in to the urge to take again. With a roll of his hips, he pressed his cock into the baron’s crack, rubbing pre of his own all over those petals and leaves, leaving the ring alone for now to grip the baron’s cock.
Pain slut, he almost said again, but there was something about Zemo’s arousal that tasted… layered, and gave him pause. He nuzzled the baron’s nape for a moment, inhaling the scent of blood and sweat and cologne, fully aware of the other man reaching down to touch the soldier’s own leaking cock, and stroking it with appropriate gentleness. It felt strange to hear himself experience pleasure in two slightly different registers, but he’d lived through worse awkwardness.
“This tattoo…” He ran his metal hand down Zemo’s left hip. “It’s been made over several years.”
“How- How can you tell? The artist is-”
“Very good, but my nose and my eyes are better. That bit on your cock...” He squeezed Zemo’s length and bit down his earlobe simultaneously, shuddering as goosebumps exploded all over Zemo’s freckled shoulders. At the fringes of his mind, he could sense knowledge blooming, precious understanding of the man who saw through him so effortlessly.
“This tattoo was done last,” he concluded. “I have no idea when you found the time in Madripoor, but that's my best guestimate.” He tightened his grip on Zemo’s cock to make sure he wouldn’t be interrupted. “You inflicted so much pain,” he reflected out loud, fingers fanning over the blossoms spanning Zemo’s left hip. “More than you planned to, more than you could control. So you made sure to inflict some pain on yourself, a punishment that you could touch and see, a reminder that you must pay the price for your own mistakes. But you enjoyed the whole process. Pain can be fun too, can't it?” The question was rhetorical: Zemo’s cock throbbed and leaked, as hard as ever, with Bucky's cruelly firm grip on it. “And that little discovery encouraged you to seek more and more pain as your penance, because what else is there except death? I bet you feel guilty as hell when your walls grow thin after too many nightmares.”
“You have quite-” Zemo’s breath hitched, “the vivid imagination, to see meaning when none is intended.”
“And you’re not that good a liar, if you think you can lie with your body,” Bucky growled, echoing Zemo’s earlier words to him. “With your words, maybe, even your eyes, at times, but there are signs that I, and he- “Bucky jerked his chin towards the soldier, “are uniquely equipped to notice.”
“Like what?” Zemo’s scoff devolved into a moan at the harsh tug on his cock. “Y-You cannot expect me to believe that-”
“I can smell the arousal in your sweat? Because I fucking do. You may make a game out of underestimating me, but the serum? That’s not a mistake you’d ever do again.” And on those words, he let go of Zemo’s cock and pulled hard at his hair instead, causing the baron to lose balance.
The soldier, fully naked now, propped himself on one elbow to catch the baron’s wrist. Zemo’s other hand immediately found purchase in the cheap dark blue sheets. The bed creaked ominously, but no one seemed particularly concerned by the possibility of ending up on the floor. Bucky tightened his grip on the baron’s soft strands of hair. Zemo’s arousal was everything he could smell and he needed, he-
“Kiss him like he deserves to be kissed,” he commanded, thinking: of all three of us, he's the one who never deserves any pain.
Perhaps he could give orders after all. Or maybe he was just predictable, and Zemo already wanted to do this: kiss the soldier with tender appreciation. The soldier reached for the baron’s cock, his strokes as slow and languid as that of Zemo’s tongue exploring his mouth.
Bucky’s mind spun wildly. With a hand he willed not to shake so damn badly, he caressed freckles and scars alike across the wide expanse of Zemo’s back, until he reached that mind-blowing tattoo. Letting go of the baron's hair, he traced flowers and leaves anew. Grabbing two handfuls of Zemo's plush ass seemed only natural at this point. He pulled at the soft skin with both thumbs, exposing what lay hidden.
A pretty, tiny hole.
Bucky stared at it while saliva built in his mouth, mesmerized by that pink bud that looked just short of blossoming into one of the flowers inked in the baron’s skin. More pre leaked from his slit as he considered just how tight it must be, to look like this - to offer so much resistance when he rubbed the hot rim in rough little circles. Zemo gasped into the soldier’s mouth, and Bucky... He would have sunk to his knees right here and then, would have rubbed his face into the baron’s crack and licked at that deliciously tiny hole until he could spear it open on his tongue, had the soldier’s metal hand not brushed his own.
“Yeah?” And then, remembering that he was talking to a brainwashed version of himself, who might get lost in the nuances of one-word questions: “Is everything okay, Soldat? Do you want to stop?”
“What is it you desire?” Zemo added in a rough voice that shot straight to Bucky’s cock.
“If I may…”
Bucky heard the click of the soldier’s throat.
“Could I use my mouth on him, kurator?”
The question was clearly directed at Bucky, which was unfortunate, because he had trouble aligning two words in his own head right now.
“Yeah,” he managed at last. “Do whatever feels good, Soldat.”
Apparently, that meant gently coaxing Zemo to turn around and getting his mouth exactly where Bucky had fantasized, as though the soldier had made it his mission, in the absence of any official orders, to give Bucky a visual for everything he wanted to do with the man who’d once been his handler.
Bucky wasn’t holding back anymore. However, the soldier may not have realized that yet. He may believe that he was still pleasing his handler by making his desires a reality by proxy. Because he could sense Bucky’s arousal.
And Bucky, thankfully, could also sense his counterpart's desire. The soldier found extreme pleasure in tugging Zemo’s asscheeks apart and leaning in to kitten lick at his crack. Bucky might still have been concerned that the soldier wasn't doing what he wanted, if he and Zemo hadn't given him clear orders to express his desires and act on them.
To be fair, he might have had issues being concerned about anything at all considering the sight Zemo made right now, cheeks flushed red while the soldier lapped at his hole with slurping noises. Bucky didn’t even protest the hand that found his head and practically shoved him to his knees. How could he, when that put him directly within licking distance of that artfully decorated cock?
He let out a heartfelt ‘fuck’. What he’d taken to be tattooed pollen decorating the petals unfolding over the baron’s wet glans was in fact a dusting of freckles. Tugging at that ridiculously hot piercing, he wrapped his lips around that sinful flower and gave Zemo’s glans a harsh suck just as the soldier wriggled the tip of his tongue inside the baron’s ass.
The sound that left Zemo’s mouth was going to power his fantasies for the rest of his life.
“Moy soldat,” Zemo panted as the man behind him started to stretch his hole in earnest with eager strokes of his tongue. “You are the most-”
Bucky made a noise at his, and not a happy one either. Zemo’s eyes flickered down to him, a hint of amusement coloring his arousal. He shifted the hand he had in Bucky’s hair to his face, caressing the seam of his lips stretched wide around his cock.
“Moi soldaty,” the baron amended, smearing spit all over Bucky’s lips and chin. “Apologies. You are- ah- both exquisite.”
Oh, fuck you very much.
Bucky’s face already felt so hot from arousal that embarrassment probably didn’t make a huge difference. Still, the baron was gracious enough, or distracted enough, to restrict his speech to praise and little ah’s and oh’s that fueled everyone’s lust.
Without exchanging a single word with his counterpart, Bucky took the baron down to the root, working at the tattooed length with vigor just as the soldier got into a better position to push his tongue deeper into the baron’s hole. Zemo’s fingernails dug into Bucky’s cheek, but Bucky couldn’t care less about the pain when the baron came apart with a surprised gasp of rapture, coming all over Bucky’s tongue and lips. And the baron kept moving, hips rolling wildly as he sought more pleasure from both ends.
“So greedy,” Bucky rasped a little later, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
He climbed to his feet in a flash and shoved two semen-coated fingers into Zemo’s mouth. The baron gagged on them with glazed eyes, and sucked the digits clean. He offered zero protest when the soldier pulled back, and Bucky spun him around.
“What would you like now?” Bucky asked the soldier.
His counterpart lay on his back. He folded himself neatly in two, exposing his own hole which he’d apparently stretched while tonging at Zemo’s hole.
Bucky stared. So did the soldier.
“I am ready to be penetrated, kurator.”
For a moment there, Bucky feared that there might be ambiguity in this, but Zemo didn’t seem to think so. The baron knelt on the bed with a purr, and pressed one finger into the soldier's exposed hole.
“A little tight still, Soldat,” Zemo said in a voice dripping with lust. “Do you think you could get lube, James?”
“I doubt this zero-star room has any,” Bucky retorted, and grabbed Zemo’s hand to lather two callused fingers with spit, taking care to make them extra wet. “Besides, our saliva does things even the fanciest lube can’t.”
Zemo’s eyes went wide with curiosity at the implications. “You mean that-”
“You should be more interested in how the hell you plan on doing any kind of fucking in the state you’re in, baron.” Bucky gave the tattooed dick a light slap and grinned at the aroused shock that briefly flashed in Zemo’s eyes. “You’ve gone soft.”
Before Bucky knew what was happening, the baron had his two spit-slick fingers moving inside the soldier’s hole and his tongue deep into Bucky’s mouth, his other hand clasped like a vice around the back of Bucky’s neck.
Bucky’s metal hand found the baron’s cock blindly and squeezed.
“Do not concern yourself with my performance,” Zemo growled when he pulled back to nip at Bucky’s bottom lip, fingers still moving steadily despite his eyes being nowhere near the soldier, that display of competence reminding Bucky that he had yet to come. “I may not have the serum, but I have more than enough will for my body to follow my lead.”
Five minutes later, Bucky got to see Zemo keep his word as he pressed his fully hard cock into the soldier’s hole, caressing the other man's face gently while he fucked into him slow and deep. His counterpart let out a little gasp, his metal hand seeking out Bucky’s flesh and blood one digging bruises into Zemo’s hip.
“That’s it,” Bucky groaned.
He shivered all over at the sensation of Zemo’s hole spasming around the head of his cock. Just as he was convinced that he couldn’t go any deeper than this, the baron relaxed. Bucky’s glans popped inside, immediately wrapped in sinful warmth. Trembling from the effort it took to hold back, Bucky fed that tight hole another inch, and then one more. When he bottomed out at last, the baron arched his back with a growl, head tilted back in invitation. Bucky squeezed the offered throat as tightly as Zemo’s ass gripped his cock.
“Z-”
Bucky didn’t even have to finish that plea disguised as a demand. A tug at Zemo's hair was all it took for the baron to turn his head around and smile, ravenous, before catching his lips in a messy kiss. With what could only be considered a pleased gasp, the soldier hooked his legs on either side of Zemo and Bucky’s intertwined bodies. He held them like this, kept them close to each other, while Zemo kept on fucking the soldier’s hole with his cock and Bucky’s mouth with his tongue.
Bucky thumbed blindly at the furled muscle stretched wide around his cock. The sudden realization that there was spit left from the soldier's earlier activities beneath the lube of his own pre startled a groan out of him. He broke the kiss, tongue flicking out to catch the string of saliva linking their mouths. Before anything could be said, he let go of the baron’s throat to slip the tip of both thumbs past his rim, drinking in the sight of Zemo's pride shattering.
“J-James… please...”
“This hole of yours is so tiny, Zemo, how can it be as greedy as the rest of you, huh?” He had literally no idea where the dirty talk was coming from, but judging by Zemo’s noises verging on sobbing and the smell of his blushing, it was doing it for him. It kind of did it for Bucky too. “Maybe an extra couple of fingers won’t be enough to satisfy you. You probably need a lot more than this.”
Well that’s an idea, he thought, hips stuttering as the powerful visual of Zemo’s tiny hole being stretched impossibly wide around two cocks hit him like the grenade of an RPG-29.
He spat on Zemo’s hole, causing the baron to let out a satisfying mewling sound. Feeling more than a little light-headed, he rubbed yet more saliva into the rim of Zemo’s exquisitely stretched ass. Right now, he just couldn’t fathom why he’d waited for so long. To do this. Give in.
Take what Zemo had to give.
“Soldat,” he called, and eyes he still recognized in the mirror caught his. “I know Zemo probably makes you feel good right now…” An understatement, he thought, watching the soldier bite his lip with a frantic nod, cheeks aflame and lips parted on the kind of sound Bucky absolutely never made these days. “But he happens to feel a little empty now, so perhaps you’d enjoy helping me fix that?”
He'd never expected to fuck Zemo tonight, let alone do it with a parallel version of himself, but that only meant he should revise his own expectations. The two of them moved out of the bed in tandem with the baron squished between them. It was the easiest thing in the world for Bucky to hold Zemo in the air like this, and press his cock back all the way in.
The soldier’s knuckles brushed Bucky’s own as he fitted the head of his own cock past Zemo’s rim with a few gentle pushes. What little awkwardness was left hardly registered. Zemo offered an unparalleled distraction squirming in their hold like this, ass clenching and unclenching in a commendable effort to accommodate both of their cocks. Bucky massaged the baron’s rim with aggressive enthusiasm.
“It is too-” the soldier started with a concerned furrow.
For the first time, Zemo interrupted him. For all that he’d learned to compromise during his multiple jail tours and could now book this kind of room, he’d never stopped being greedy.
“N-No, Soldat, give it to me.”
“Don’t give him orders,” Bucky snapped, but the soldier was already complying, pulling at Zemo’s stretched hole and pushing the rest of his cock in alongside Bucky’s own.
Bucky stopped breathing. Zemo’s heartbeat had gone over the roof, and the smell of his pain evoked the day he’d gotten shot twice a month ago. But there was still pleasure layering his scent. His cock was still hard as a rock, pre oozing at the tip. Bucky reached around the baron’s heaving chest to fondle it, smearing fluid over the soldier’s nipples.
“Fuck, you are greedy. Gagging for it.” He might as well go for the kill, at this point. “Maybe we should fuck you until you pass out, fill you up real good.”
Zemo moaned then, incredibly loud and wanton. When he spoke next, his voice dripped with so much need Bucky was surprised he didn’t come just from this.
“Y-Yes, this would be… w-wonderful, James. Is it not… ah, fitting, that you should… make yourself at home in my b-body once the lights are out when I… ah, once made myself so comfortable inside y-your own head?”
Bucky’s tongue caught his counterpart’s caressing the collar of bruises blooming around Zemo’s neck. On a whim, Bucky leaned in further, adjusting his grip on Zemo’s ass, and stole a quick kiss, possibly because he was out of his mind with lust and he could only taste Zemo on the soldier’s lips anyway.
Unless this was him being jealous of himself again, because Zemo had both arms looped around the soldier’s neck.
“Boje moi,” Zemo panted, one hand moving back to wrap around the back of Bucky’s neck at once – treating them both exactly the same, just like he’d said. “S-So ah, good for me.”
“Fuck him harder, Soldat.” Bucky was too aroused to consider his wording at this point. The sensation of their two cocks rubbing against each other in the tight heat of Zemo’s ass, coaxing all kinds of beautifully strangled noises out of the teary-eyed baron, filled him with so much pleasure he thought he would drown. In a way, he was claiming Zemo twice over now. “I mean it. If the man can still talk, he’s not getting what he needs.”
That worked splendidly. Between them, they had more than enough stamina and strength to fuck Zemo into oblivion – and they did. With one hand splayed on the baron’s chest, Bucky sensed the moment Zemo went under.
“Kurator, he passed out,” the soldier reported with clear distress.
“Yeah, he did,” Bucky agreed, breathless for reasons that had nothing to do with holding half of Zemo’s dead weight with one hand. “But that’s all right, Soldat, that’s exactly what he wanted.”
The soldier’s concerned expression didn’t change. For all that Bucky was the one who’d activated him, and the one the soldier called kurator, Zemo’s orders and wellbeing were clearly just as important.
Bucky suspected that if he stopped to think about how that made him feel, he’d just leave the room through the window, so he shut that particular train of thought and squeezed his counterpart’s shoulder with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “He’s fine, I swear. He’s just into… losing control in extreme ways under very specific circumstances. You can get in bed with us and keep track of his pulse, if you want. I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”
The soldier nodded eagerly, and barely winced when Bucky set Zemo down on the bed none too gently, although he was quick to turn the baron’s face to the side so he could breathe easily.
Bucky slammed back home. The glide was easy as sin, with that now loose ass fully relaxed and overflowing with come. Bucky squeezed the baron’s hips hard enough to add even more hand-shaped flowers to the wide expanse of his tattooed skin, slicking his cock anew with his come and the soldier’s own, driven wild by the squelching sounds accompanying each thrust. The sight of white fluid dribbling down Zemo’s balls and coating his piercing, pooling on the cheap sheets and seeping into the mattress beneath, caused his balls to tighten.
“That’s it,” he babbled, fully aware that Zemo couldn’t hear him but the words needed out, he needed- “Fuck, you’re crazy and I l-”
The bed collapsed just as a tree branch hit the window hard enough for a crack to appear in the glass. Bucky didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, his thrusts increasingly quick and rough. Thankfully, the soldier was right there, cradling the baron’s head so it wouldn’t hit the headboard Bucky had apparently broken down the middle. Without a word, his counterpart started kissing his way down the baron’s freckled shoulders and back, his tenderness complementing the roughness of the fucking so perfectly that Bucky felt his eyes sting. He was trapped in a loop of mind-numbing pleasure, and yet he felt…
Free.
There was something freeing about watching Zemo on his belly like this, naked except for bruises and come, stripped of all smugness with his puffy rim stretched wide around a super soldier’s cock. The baron may be unconscious, but Bucky could tell that the other man was perfectly content to lie there and let Bucky unwrap the gift of his vulnerability.
Embrace his own desires. His fractured sense of self.
Bucky had no idea what to do with the mix of affection and relief that burned in his chest, with the power spreading like wildfire under his skin, so he kept doing what he was told, what he wanted. Seemingly entranced by the bruises Bucky had left on the baron’s neck and hips, the soldier started to rub some more spit into the baron’s rim with gentle devotion. Soon, his slick finger was rubbing against Bucky’s cock in a maddening back and forth.
Bucky found his pleasure like this, witnessing the contrast between their two handlings of Zemo, and picturing his future at the fringes of what his past self was doing now.
“You did… very well,” Bucky told the soldier afterward. He chuckled, eyes a little wet, when his counterpart took the praise as his cue to spill all over Zemo’s decorated back.
Zemo woke up a few minutes later. The first thing he did was to reach down between his thighs with a shaking hand, rub his very slick hole, and complain that there was no more cock up his ass.
“Rest,” Bucky told the soldier firmly, who had the look of someone about to do something about it. He tossed the cloth he’d used to clean most of the mess on the floor. “And you,” he told the baron, giving that exotic piercing a little tug, “had better say thank you or shut up.”
Zemo looked much too delighted for someone who’d just woken up from a sex coma. “Did you break the bed, James?”
Bucky kissed him, very gently, and pretended that it was all for the soldier’s benefit. Afterwards, he dragged the mattress away from the broken wooden frame.
“What are we going to do with him?” Bucky asked in Sokovian, fully aware that he’d only learned that language after Madripoor.
Zemo now lay on his back. The moment Bucky climbed back in bed, the baron pulled him in for another kiss, his other hand caressing the soldier’s cheek. The soldier nuzzled into it like a cat as he snuggled up to Zemo, but it was Bucky who purred because he was fucking pathetic and gone for this man who’d once wished him to be gone.
The baron, as he liked to do all too often, answered with a question.
“What would you have me do with any version of you, James?”
Bucky's gut tightened. He felt almost bad for calling Zemo greedy earlier, considering how he was feeling now, listening to Zemo talking to him with the sweet voice he’d used for the soldier earlier.
“Not abandon m- him,” he blurted out.
Zemo caressed his cheek with a pleased smirk. Face burning, Bucky didn’t bite those fingers off, but it was a close call.
“Two beautiful feral cats, and I have only ever wished for one,” Zemo reflected out loud.
“You’re one lucky sonofabitch,” Bucky mumbled, still in Sokovian.
“Hmm… There are some times when that word, ‘lucky’, feels meaningful and real.” Zemo traced Bucky’s bottom lip with a pensive expression. “When that want in your eyes is so vast that I feel compelled to go on living just to see how much I can feed it.”
Bucky’s hand drifted lower to stroke Zemo’s inner thigh. He could sense a few scars in the subtle relief of that inked skin, hints of the baron's past woven into a fetching lingerie of pain. “You’re so fucking dramatic.”
“Would you like me nearly as much if I did not drive you up the wall?”
“I like you just fine when you’ve got too many cocks up your ass to think.” Realizing too late what he’d just said, Bucky tried to backpedal, but Zemo’s expression stopped him.
The baron was smiling. And this smile held no challenge or amusement, only… contentment.
“Ah, but my ‘pain slut’ ways, as you have put it earlier, are just part of my appeal for you, dorogoy.”
“Still not your darling,” Bucky muttered, but the tone lacked any conviction. “How are we going to deprogram him, if Wakanda’s not an option?”
Zemo leaned down to kiss his brow, the fingers of both hands now carding through his two bedmates’ hair. Bucky’s eyelids grew heavier.
“I will figure it out, dorogoy. Sleep now. I am not going anywhere.”
You can’t even walk now, Bucky thought, but he knew very well that this wasn’t what the baron was promising, and he felt warm inside with something a lot more pleasant than jealousy and durable than desire.