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Zemo eyed the strange box seemingly hiding in the back of the dimly lit storage closet the baron had slipped into.
And before someone claimed he was overreacting, this out-of-place pirate treasure chest complete with a comically oversized padlock really did seem to be actively hiding behind other more innocuous things normally found in a storage closet.
The only reason Zemo was currently sizing up a weird container while hiding was due to the fire-fight currently taking place in the rest of the HYDRA base he and his two parole handlers had infiltrated earlier that morning. Zemo had brought two mags and an extra sidearm that neither of his colleagues knew about, but even with all of that extra security there had been a much, much larger number of goons camping out in this particular “abandoned” bunker than their intel had suggested.
Zemo swore the chest was watching him to gauge his reaction.
“I didn’t see you and you didn’t see me,” the baron muttered mostly under his breath, compelled to at least acknowledge the strange circumstances.
He blinked incredulously as the chest seemed to visibly relax at that with a soft creak of wood.
“…And now I’m questioning what is left of my sanity.” Zemo scoffed quietly. He opted to listen at the door instead of delving any deeper into his thoughts and feelings about the personification of a wooden box.
Zemo couldn’t hear anything directly outside his temporary strategic position, but he could still faintly hear shouting a little too close for comfort.
His years of military training were the only thing that kept him from jumping and screaming when he felt something bump up against his leg.
A quick reluctant glance down confirmed that it was the strange pirate chest butting up against the baron. Zemo did not want to think about how the chest had moved so close and so quietly. But, strangely enough, Zemo was getting the vibe that whatever the box was, it seemed to be friendly enough.
Zemo had a sudden curious thought. “Are you - were you a prisoner of HYDRA? Did you escape? Tap once for no or twice for yes.”
The box shifted forward and deliberately tapped Zemo’s leg twice.
Well. That raised so many questions.
Questions Zemo did not have time to ask.
Most importantly, the chest might prove a temporary ally if anything else. If it was interesting enough to warrant HYDRA studying it, perhaps there was more to it than its appearance would suggest. And knowing HYDRA, the baron very much doubted they treated the chest nicely while it was in their care.
However, Zemo was still out of ammo. And unlike the super soldier and the armored winged Captain fighting elsewhere in the bunker, he only had a broken knife (snapped on some ridiculous armor one of the HYDRA goons had been wearing) and his own wits to somehow manage to get out of this mess.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any 9 millimeter would you?” He joked, holding up one of his empty mags.
The chest rumbled before the lid creaked open. Zemo cocked a brow. He couldn’t see anything within thanks to the dim light in the storage closet, but there was an oddly moist sound before he heard the tell-tale plinks of a few bullets hitting the floor.
“...Ah. Thank you,” Zemo murmured, shocked but not passing up the opportunity to retrieve the appropriate ammo from the several calibers strewn on the floor and quickly load his mag back up.
He definitely wasn’t about to ask how the chest produced these bullets. Or where it got them.
Some things were better left a mystery.
Zemo focused on listening at the door again. Thankfully, it sounded like the coast was clear.
“Alright my little treasure chest friend,” the baron whispered as he laid his hand on the doorknob, “Why don’t we track down my associates and leave this awful base, hm?”
The chest let out another rumble that reminded Zemo of a pleased feline. He took that for confirmation. With that, he carefully opened the door and peeked out, handgun raised and ready. The hallway was clear.
Zemo silently beckoned to the chest behind him as he crept out, following along the wall towards the elevator bank he and the pair of Avengers had come down.
If he listened very closely, he could hear the faint drag as the chest scooted after him. Zemo was actually fairly impressed at how quietly the thing could move considering its apparent size and bulk.
He held up his hand to halt their movement at the next hallway juncture. Zemo once again peeked around the corner and spied three of the HYDRA goons lying in wait at the other end of the corridor, facing the opposite direction. He smirked. If he was quick enough, he could likely take out the rear two before the third reacted.
The baron raised his gun and fired.
Sure enough, he managed to kill one and injure the other before the third managed to fire back at Zemo. He ducked behind the wall to avoid the return gunfire.
“How did they get behind us?!”
“Doesn’t matter! Shoot them!”
Zemo chuckled to himself. Hopefully that meant his colleagues were not too far behind. He leaned out to pop off another shot, pleased when he caught the injured one in the shoulder, further incapacitating him. The other HYDRA agent cursed aloud and Zemo listened for the sound of the idiot’s mag emptying before peeling off the wall to fire again.
Unfortunately, the baron had not anticipated the one bleeding out to still have the ability to shoot.
Clearly, the injuries ruined the agent’s aim, but that still meant Zemo was stumbling back behind cover with a hole in his leg. He hissed as he clamped his free hand over the bleeding wound.
It missed his femoral artery. But man, did it still hurt.
Zemo glanced up and saw the chest sliding past him to stop just short of going around the corner. He stayed silent, holding onto his leg and gun. They both waited as Zemo heard the scuffling of boots making their way closer and closer to their hiding spot.
Then, several things happened at once. The enemy gunman came around the corner, gun raised and finger on the trigger. At the same time, Zemo watched the chest open its lid suddenly. The gun fired, but the bullet lodged into the chest’s open lid. In the next instant, the man only managed to let out a muted scream as the chest erupted with dozens of thick, wet, meaty tentacles that grabbed the HYDRA agent and yanked him down into the chest. The lid closed with a sickening finality and the hallway went quiet.
Zemo swallowed thickly. There was no way a grown man actually fit inside that chest - that was his first thought. His second was how grateful he was that the thing had seen him as friend instead of foe.
“…Frank?” Called the wavering voice of the injured agent.
The chest turned slightly as if it was looking at Zemo. Not that the baron had managed to spot any visible eyes on the box. He shrugged and jerked his head towards the hallway. Not like he could stop the chest if it so chose to do what it wanted anyway in his current state.
Regardless, it seemed to take his opinion into consideration. He watched as the chest moved almost silently to slide around the corner. Zemo counted the seconds in his head until he heard another muted scream and the same wet slurp of another body being gobbled up.
The chest returned a moment later to loom near Zemo almost protectively. Zemo wasn’t about to question it.
He did flinch when the lid opened slightly, but only a lone reddened tentacle slithered out slowly - as if the chest was trying not to spook the baron. He swallowed thickly and held still. One day, his curiosity would come back to haunt him. Thankfully, today was not that day.
Instead of grabbing him and (presumably) eating him, the tentacle tentatively poked at Zemo’s hand clamped over the bullet wound in his leg. It left a slimy trail on Zemo’s glove. He cocked a brow. It poked his hand again.
Fuck it.
Zemo sucked in a breath before moving his hand. The blood immediately began soaking through his torn pants at a much more alarming rate. The tentacle quickly moved to swipe a line of that slimy goo onto the wound, and Zemo was both slightly disgusted and pleasantly shocked as the weird substance seemed to close his skin around the hole due to its stickiness.
“…Thank you,” Zemo managed. He wasn’t entirely sure, but the chest seemed pleased with itself.
Thankfully, he wasn’t left waiting long. Not that the baron would have been able to hobble far on his own. The chest creaked gently as the winged and goggled Captain America rounded the corner. Zemo reached out a free hand to pat the box reassuringly. The last thing he wanted was for Sam Wilson to be mistaken for an enemy by the creature. That seemed to work to calm the chest.
“Zemo!”
The baron turned his head fully to offer Sam a pained smile. “Ah, Captain. You are a welcome sight.”
“Jesus, Zemo, you look like hell,” Sam said with a frown, “And what’s up with the 17th century-themed box?”
Zemo glanced at the chest that had gone deathly still. “A new friend, I think. It’s alright, Sam is one of the associates of mine that I mentioned.”
Zemo might have taken a bit of perverse pleasure in the unmanly squeak Sam made when the chest moved of its own accord.
“What the fuck!” Sam hissed.
Zemo shrugged, wincing when that caused a flare up of pain. “I’m not sure myself. I asked if it was a prisoner here and it indicated yes.”
“Oookay. You know what, we’ll deal with this later. Does the box want to come with us to the safehouse until we can sort this mess out?” Sam sounded quite exasperated.
Zemo cocked his brow at the chest. It leaned forward and tapped Zemo’s shoulder twice.
“It said yes,” Zemo clarified just as Bucky rounded the other corner, tossing a crumpled metal something aside.
Bucky blinked once. “I’m not gonna ask.”
“Likely for the best, for now,” Zemo murmured, taking Sam’s offer of a hand up off the floor.
The trip back to the safehouse was quiet. The chest seemed to be perfectly happy making the ride in the trunk of the car.
True to his compatriot’s word, nothing was said about the chest following along behind Zemo like an odd, wooden puppy. For now. Sam took a better look at Zemo’s gunshot wound after the man washed up as best he could before giving the baron a proper bandaging. The chest’s sticky goop had come right off with a bit of soap and water, but it had served its purpose - keeping most of Zemo’s blood on the inside, where it belonged.
Zemo was more than happy to be able to change into his silk bathrobe, but thanks to the bandages, he was simply laid in bed sans pajamas. The baron didn’t mind. It was a bit warm in the safehouse anyhow. Sam tried to offer the chest its own room - this particular safehouse had several extra rooms the three of them hadn’t needed - but the chest had doggedly followed Zemo to his room regardless. Zemo just shook his head. Maybe the creature felt safer with him for whatever reason.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind,” the baron assured.
“If you’re sure?” Sam raised a brow.
Zemo nodded. They could deal with the whole weird situation tomorrow. The chest wasn’t hurting anything by sitting at the foot of his bed and Zemo didn’t feel any fear of it since he’d been alone with it plenty. If it had wanted to eat him, it could have done so.
Zemo was asleep before his head properly hit the pillow once Sam had left.
It had been a very long day. And the pain pills were a wonderful distraction.
~~~
A soft moan.
A floating feeling.
The slick slide of a tongue.
Squirming. Anticipating. Arching -
Zemo jolted out of his unexpected wet dream with a bitten off groan as something warm and wet slid purposefully up and down his erection.
The baron was disoriented, his head a little too foggy even for being woken unexpectedly in the dead of the night. There was a strange sickly sweet smell in the air. His gunshot wound was a dull ache beneath a sudden and overwhelming pleasurable urge.
When was the last time he had such an intense wet dream?
Better question - when was the last time he had bothered to think about sex, much less wake up to someone doing absolutely naughty things with their tongue and hands and -
Zemo’s eyes widened as he finally registered the full extent of what was happening.
The chest-creature stood open, tilted forward to allow its dozens of meaty tentacles access to the bed and to the baron’s exposed body. It had removed the sheets and parted Zemo’s robe like it was unwrapping a present, careful of the bandages but otherwise lazily exploring the feast before it. One tentacle was wrapped around Zemo’s hardened length, stroking it with a gentleness that belied the strength Zemo knew it to possess.
It didn’t want to hurt him.
His limbs felt like jelly. He couldn’t consciously move them despite none of the creature’s tentacles actively holding him down. What in the world was going on?
Zemo’s semi-coherent thoughts were rapidly chased away when the tip of one of those tentacles found a nipple. Several toyed with the trail of fuzz going from Zemo’s chest down to his navel. Yet another was slithering up and up until it could press tentatively against Zemo’s slightly parted lips.
He didn’t know why he gave into the urge, but the baron gave the appendage an experimental lick, expecting it to be unpleasant. He was surprised when the strange fluid the tentacle was secreting tasted oddly of treacle. Sweet and sugary.
Zemo caught himself leaning up to suck on the tip of the offered tentacle, chasing more of the flavor.
He could hear the chest as it let out a pleased rumble.
The tentacle wrapped around the baron’s cock redoubled its efforts - twisting slightly as it stroked while another tentacle slid across Zemo’s hips to toy with his balls. His moan was muffled by the tentacle slipping further into his mouth.
God, it was slick and wet and everywhere. Zemo knew deep in the back of his mind he should be panicking. But the chest-creature wasn’t being rough or pulling him further down the bed to be swallowed up in its impossible insides.
It seemed to simply want to pleasure Zemo.
And again, it was awfully hard to argue with the fact that he had already been in multiple positions ripe for the box to have simply eaten him much sooner than waiting until now.
Perhaps he would just ride this out, then. Something felt… right about letting the creature have its way. It’s certainly not like Zemo was getting shafted on his end of this deal. And it definitely didn’t help that all of his attempts to flirt with the former Winter Soldier had been either ignored or met with indifference.
Maybe Zemo just wanted a little affection tossed his way. And this creature seemed more than willing to provide.
The tentacles continued to slither all over Zemo’s exposed body, including one slipping further down to rub teasingly up the backside of his balls then down to slide over his puckered hole. It matched rhythm with the tentacle stroking his penis and Zemo was left squirming on the bed. Everything was being touched, rubbed, or stroked. The tentacle in his mouth carefully slid further in, pulling back abruptly when Zemo choked and coughed.
It had been too long since Zemo had sucked a cock. Or a facsimile of one.
He shook his head and tried to relax his throat, undulating his tongue against the tentacle to encourage it to try again. It obliged, sliding down Zemo’s throat and starting a gentle thrusting rhythm that allowed Zemo to suck in short breaths before it filled his throat over and over.
The creature really did seem worried about hurting the baron.
Too bad his mouth was occupied, he might have complained that he wasn’t made of glass.
Too soon, Zemo felt his orgasm building. What would happen when he did finish? Would the creature stop afterwards? Was this a one-time thing?
He didn’t want it to be a one-time thing.
Zemo swallowed around the tentacle gently fucking his throat, trying to silently convey just how much he was enjoying this attention (however surprising it was at first). He heard the chest let out another pleased rumble. Zemo then felt the tentacle toying with his ass slip just the tip in. At the same time, the tentacle around his erection squeezed just right.
The baron arched and let out a muffled moan as he climaxed. His fingers clenched in the sheets while he trembled through the chest milking his orgasm from him with sure movements. When Zemo finally ran dry, the tentacle painted with his seed slid off his softening cock and slithered back into the chest’s mysterious depths.
Zemo could only lay there and pant as the rest of the tentacles worked to suck their fluids off of him with startling efficiency, leaving him flushed and clearly post-orgasm but without the mess to show for it. Not even his own sweat.
It was then that the baron noticed a change in the strange scent that filled the room. Instead of the sickeningly sweet smell, it was now something closer to a nice chamomile tea - calming. Too calming.
Zemo’s eyelids drooped. He could feel his body relaxing of its own accord.
The last thing he saw were the chest’s tentacles drawing the sheets back up to tuck the man in before he fell back asleep.
~~~
Other than feeling quite thirsty the next morning, Zemo didn’t feel any other noticeable signs of his nightly exertions. He was almost put out about it.
During the day, the chest was simply that; a chest that occasionally shifted position as if it was keeping watch like a faithful guard dog. It weirded Sam out enough to only check up on Zemo the requisite number of times to check his wound and make sure he ate. At least Sam’s safehouse cuisine was getting better - that, or Zemo was growing used to having creole dishes.
The baron caught himself daydreaming about the previous night in the interim. He wasn’t sure how to even bring it up to the creature. He chewed at his lip as he pondered. Normally he would flirt with the object of his attraction, but how did one flirt with a creature one knew nothing about?
The damnable gunshot wound wasn’t helping. The undercurrent of constant dull pain unless he moved the wrong way was not conducive to trying to solve this puzzle.
By the time evening rolled around, Zemo still hadn’t quite mustered up a game plan.
“To borrow an American phrase, fuck it,” Zemo finally muttered mostly to himself. He shifted a bit so he could crane his head to see the chest settled at the foot of the bed. “I’ve no idea how to ask this in a less crass way, however I’ll cut to the chase. If you were planning to fuck me again tonight, please do me the courtesy of allowing me to enjoy the entire encounter, hm?”
The chest made a very interesting sound that Zemo likened to someone spluttering. He cocked a brow.
“Mm. I’m not sure what that reaction was, but the invitation still stands.”
He wasn’t entirely sure, but the chest seemed sheepish as Zemo got comfortable. Though the baron did leave his robe undone for tonight.
Just in case.
Sure enough, once the safehouse quieted down with clear signs the other two had gone to bed, Zemo heard the chest stir. The lid creaked open and a tentative tentacle slithered out. The baron could smell that strange sweet fragrance waft around the room once again, but it didn’t seem as cloyingly thick as before.
Zemo let out a breathy sigh as his penis reacted to the scent as if compelled, though he had admittedly been half-hard all evening in anticipation. His limbs grew unnaturally heavy. His skin felt warm and a little itchy.
Zemo strongly suspected these symptoms were directly related to the strange sweet smell.
The first tentacle slithered up and seemed to pause upon finding Zemo awake. He smirked and waggled his brows. A second tentacle joined the first and between them, the sheets were drawn down to leave Zemo’s body exposed to the room. The baron’s cock stood tall and proud in its nest of brown curls. One tentacle was quick to wrap around the shaft, tip rubbing over the head while the bit wrapped around him started a slow stroking rhythm. Zemo bit his lip and groaned.
Another pair of tentacles rose up and joined in to tease the man. Rubbing along sensitive skin, flicking a nipple, trailing down his sides - all slow and sensual. Another tentacle slithered up to join the ones exploring Zemo’s body. The baron arched with a moan, trying to entice the creature into a more aggressive stance.
Much like Zemo’s deeply buried attraction to what made Bucky Barnes dangerous, so too did this creature touch on that same impulse.
However, the chest-creature continued as it pleased - slowly. It was driving Zemo mad with desire.
“Please,” the baron moaned, squirming. That seemed to spur the tentacles into increasing their teasing touches and more joined in to curl and slide and squeeze their willing captive. Zemo lost himself in the pleasure for several minutes. It was impossible to tell which tentacle was doing what - until one slithered up Zemo’s neck to press at his parted lips.
Once again, the baron opened his mouth to allow the tentacle to explore. The flavor was the same pleasant sweet taste. This time, the tentacle seemed more sure of its movements as it slid down Zemo’s throat. He swallowed around the intrusion, fingers curling in the sheets when it began its slow, gentle thrusts.
Of course, that was about the moment that Zemo realized some of the tentacles had wrapped around his waist and thighs - still careful of the bandages - and he was slowly being dragged closer to the foot of the bed.
A faint sense of panic hit.
Had he made a calculated error? Had he been too trusting?
It took a moment for Zemo to notice that his sides were being pet by several of the tentacles, almost as if they were trying to calm him down. The tentacle in his mouth had stilled. The one wrapped around his dick was still stroking him enticingly, though.
The baron took a deep breath around the tentacle resting on his tongue. Alright, logically, he had seen this creature consume someone blindingly fast. He had also noticed that it seemed to feed on his spent seed the first night. For some reason, perhaps the influence of the strange sweet smell in the air, Zemo decided to trust the creature.
He consciously tried to relax back into the tentacles. Their movements picked up again, pleasuring and teasing and slowly dragging him down the bed until he was resting on his rump at the edge of the mattress. The tentacles wrapped around his waist and legs coiled around him more firmly, supporting his weight while lewdly spreading his legs wide.
Zemo couldn’t help the blush staining his cheeks. He must look quite the sight slathered in the creature’s slick as it positioned him as it pleased.
The chest let out another rumbling sound and Zemo watched with widening eyes as the lid opened further to fully reveal the mouth-like orifice that took up the entirety of the inside of the chest. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but he supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised by the creature having such an eldritch horror of an interior when it was able to swallow men whole.
The tentacle wrapped around his cock slowly slipped off, leaving Zemo feeling very exposed. His erection wasn’t going anywhere, however.
From the center of the dozens of undulating tentacles and odd meaty flesh rose an impossibly long and wide tongue. Zemo threw his head back and let out a muffled moan as that tongue lapped across his entire groin in one lewd swipe. Oh god. The creature did it again and again, taking its time just licking at the baron’s puckered hole and all the way up his hard penis with each broad stroke. Zemo could feel the strength in each swipe of that huge tongue.
Fuck - it felt so good. So good to be toyed with by such a dangerous creature.
The tentacle in his mouth wriggled before starting back up with a careful rhythm to match the tongue wrecking him. Another slithered down to collect some of the copious fluids being left before rubbing against and toying with Zemo’s ass. The tip of the tentacle slipped past his rim and it wasted little time in using the slick as a lube to stretch Zemo open.
This was going much further than the first time. The baron’s escalating moans were helpfully muffled by the tentacle in his throat. That tongue shifted to focus its attentions on Zemo’s balls and cock, apparently leaving the man’s ass to the tentacle currently stretching him wide on its slowly increasing girth.
There had to be something in the creature’s saliva. Otherwise, Zemo was sure he would have been painfully split in two with how thick the tentacle felt as it thrust deeper with each attempt - far thicker than the one currently fucking his throat.
Or maybe it just felt that way due to how long it had been since Zemo had been on the receiving end of a nice, thick cock.
His orgasm hit him unexpectedly. However, the creature did not slow its movements in the slightest. Zemo whined and squirmed as he was fucked from both ends while that tongue happily continued to undulate against him until he was spent.
Overstimulated.
He caught sight of the tongue retreating back into the creature’s gullet with streaks of his own come painting its surface. There was a loud, happy rumble from the chest before the tongue returned to continue lapping at Zemo’s softened penis. He jerked in the tentacles’ hold - too much, too much - but it did not stop. The baron was along for the ride as he was throat-fucked and the tentacle in his ass curled and rubbed against his insides.
Somehow, after several minutes of this stimulation, Zemo was shocked to feel his cock stirring once again. The tongue rubbed itself just right against the baron’s groin, dragging up just as the tentacle in his ass thrust in roughly.
“Ff-ck!” Zemo choked. His eyes rolled shut when the other tentacles joined back in to press and slither and flick along the rest of his body with the ones doing their damndest to fuck his second orgasm out of him.
A second tentacle teased at his stretched hole and Zemo let out an alarmed sound. There was absolutely no way it would fit. The first was already so thick, he was already so full! The creature seemed to believe otherwise. The tongue and the other tentacles redoubled their efforts to pleasure the baron while that second tentacle rubbed and wriggled and somehow popped in alongside the first splitting him open.
There was no pain. It was impossible, not with how wide he was being stretched. How thick the tentacles had to be. Surely?
Zemo’s groan was one of surprise when both tentacles began thrusting in off-time, nailing his prostate over and over and over. The baron could only hold on to the bed as his body was brought to a level of pleasure only something like the creature could provide. His second orgasm tore through him, leaving the man moaning and whining (though muffled around that tentacle) as he was milked of every drop before the tentacles finally slowed down.
He was a limp pile of limbs while the tentacles carefully extricated themselves. That tongue disappeared and Zemo whimpered as he was one again cleaned thoroughly before being gently placed back under the covers.
One tentacle brushed against his lips in a parody of a good night kiss before it retreated back inside the chest.
Zemo couldn’t help the tiny quirk of a smile as he drifted off.
~~~
Well. While Zemo felt that perhaps he might have possibly bitten off a bit more than he could chew by inviting the chest-creature’s full affections, he wasn’t about to be labeled a quitter.
It would just take some getting used to its… needs.
The soreness he could play off to Bucky and Sam as just general bedridden stiffness. Not that James actually bothered to join Sam on his checkups since that first day.
The chest’s unwillingness to leave his side already had a passable explanation. The open affection when he stumbled to the bathroom, however…
“You’re going to knock me over doing that!” Zemo hissed as quietly as possible, gripping the wall as the creature bumped into his good leg. Of course, that was the wrong thing to say.
Next thing Zemo knew, he was being steadied by two of the creature’s tentacles and the look of absolute horror on Sam’s face as he rounded the corner to the sight would haunt the baron for a lifetime.
“I’ll-just-be-going - ” Sam spluttered and practically tore back down the stairs to the safehouse’s common area.
Zemo let out a sigh.
On the bright side, he would be able to piss in peace. Mostly.
Up until the creature decided it wanted some attention once Zemo was finished with his bodily functions, of course.
“Nmf!” Was all the baron got out before he was bent over the edge of the tub, a tentacle pressing against his lips and several more wrapping around his legs to both support and spread them. More tentacles slipped beneath the loose robe, slithering up and teasing what they found relentlessly. Zemo gripped the tub with a bitten off moan, thankful the creature was taking most of his weight so he didn’t reopen the wound.
He gave in and let the tentacle slide inside his mouth just as his robe was lifted out of the way. He couldn’t turn to see, but he felt that thick tongue explore his exposed ass, dipping the tip into his puckered hole - which Zemo still wondered how it wasn’t a ruined mess after last night, to be perfectly honest.
His muffled groans simply spurred the chest-creature on.
More tentacles crawled up his chest to toy with his nipples, some slithered further to curl playfully around his throat, making Zemo even more hyper aware of the tentacle currently throat-fucking him. It was still careful with its movements - leaving Zemo precious moments to suck in a breath only to lose it on the next with a moan. This particular angle allowed the tentacle to slide further inside; far deeper than any natural penis could reach, for sure.
It was exhilarating.
Alright, maybe Zemo was less annoyed at being “attacked” in the bathroom than he would admit. The creature was certainly making sure the baron lacked the ability to even make a token protest. Not that he would have.
Especially when that tongue was replaced by a tentacle wriggling and rubbing against his ass until it popped in. Zemo choked on a moan - and the tentacle in his throat - when the one in his ass pressed in so easily - there had to be something in the creature’s saliva. It defied physics!
The tentacle spearing his ass proceeded to undulate with each of its thrusts, rubbing deliciously against Zemo’s insides and thoroughly driving coherent thoughts out the window. The chest-creature seemed to be gaining confidence as it fed more and more of its tentacle to the man’s ass with each thrust - plumbing depths unknown. Zemo jerked forward and moaned at the sensation.
He snuck one hand down to press his palm against his belly, marveling at the fact that he could feel the tentacle moving.
Of course, that was when the creature picked up the pace. Zemo could only hold onto the tub for dear life as he was skewered between the tentacles, fucked deep and as hard as the creature dared. The massive tongue returned to slip between the baron’s legs and cup his erection in its meaty fold, giving Zemo some wet friction as he was shoved forward with every thrust.
That last bit of stimulation finally sent Zemo over the edge. Once again, the creature continued to fuck the baron until the man’s orgasm had been completely milked from him, then it gently extricated its tentacles and lowered Zemo’s boneless body to the bathroom floor. He laid there panting as the tentacles proceeded to do their usual post-coital cleaning, leaving him dry and relatively clean.
“One of these days, I’ll find a way to ask you what exactly you’re getting out of this,” Zemo huffed, leaning up against the tub for support.
The creature managed to tilt its lid akin to a puppy tilting its head in confusion. The baron just shook his head with a small, quirked smile.
It took a good 15 minutes for Zemo to gather up his energy to trudge back to bed. At least the chest-creature was more than willing to lend a steadying tentacle along the way.
~~~
“So, they finally went through all of the research notes and found some information on our new friend,” Sam announced when he brought up dinner that evening.
“Oh?” Zemo tried for a noncommittal response. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going.
Sam shot a glance toward the chest at the foot of Zemo’s bed before continuing. “Short version, it’s some sort of alien they captured. It’s capable of disguising its outward appearance as a kind of camouflage. But - uh - they said they found some unfortunately detailed notes on its preferred diet.”
The pointed look aimed in Zemo’s direction wasn’t lost on the baron.
“Let me guess, carnivorous?” Zemo replied as flippantly as he could muster.
Sam looked surprised. “Yeah. You’re not worried or..?”
“If you are so concerned, perhaps we should get some steaks for the time being. Or perhaps it might like to try your - ah, what is it called, étouffée?” Zemo suggested with a chuckle.
Sam rolled his eyes. “Zemo, this isn’t the time to be your usual dismissive self about this!”
Zemo sobered his expression. “Sam, I watched it eat the man trying to shoot me. Then it guarded me until you two were able to find me, while I was actively bleeding. Clearly, it picks and chooses its meals.”
Same deflated at that. He glanced at the chest again, still a bit skeptical, but seemed to be willing to trust the baron’s judgment on this one.
Zemo would simply omit the small glaring detail about having sex with it. Or really, it having sex with him.
Though, it wasn’t that he had been unaware the creature ate meat - swallowing those two HYDRA agents was proof enough - but a confirmation that it subsisted entirely on a carnivorous diet was intriguing. Zemo wondered if it truly was hungry and trying to subsist on the proteins Zemo could provide without being consumed? It was a rough theory at best. But not a bad one.
“If you’re sure it can be trusted,” Sam muttered, “Then I guess it can stay. For now. They’re still trying to figure out where it came from.”
Zemo tipped his head. “You have my word that I will keep my eye on our little friend. I assume we’re still grounded until I can be a contributing member of this little group again, anyhow.”
Sam snorted, letting loose a small smirk. “Yeah. Captain’s orders. No matter what Ross wants, I’m not making you do ops with a busted leg.”
“How kind of you,” Zemo chuckled in return.
His smile twitched downward briefly. As much as the sex with the creature had whiled away the hours until his gunshot wound healed, there was still that infuriating niggling feeling deep in his heart. Why was James avoiding him? Not that the super soldier had responded to any of Zemo’s flirtations, but still. They were at least friendly due to this little parole deal Sam had arranged.
Weren’t they?
“Though I have to wonder why you’re playing nursemaid more often than not,” Zemo added, taking a forkful of food.
Sam tried and failed to hide a sheepish look. “Well, I am the one with medical training. But… you know how he is. Grumpy and pissy. I’m sure he’s just going stir crazy while you have to stay off your feet.”
“Mn.” Zemo didn’t believe him. The good Captain was withholding something.
The chest made a curious little noise and without much thought to it, Zemo plucked up a grilled shrimp and held it out. Sam flinched as the creature extended a tentacle to ‘taste’ the bit of food before taking it and slithering back beneath the lid.
“Do you like it?” Zemo asked.
The chest bumped the edge of the bed twice with a happy rumble.
“Well. You have an alien’s approval of your cooking, at least,” Zemo said to Sam with a chuckle.
Sam let out another snort, shaking his head. “Gonna start calling you the monster whisperer.”
~~~
The expectation of mind-blowing sex was becoming a routine.
That next evening, the baron was treated to attention from an even further emboldened creature. It seemed to be learning from each encounter - what made Zemo moan and twitch and shudder with pleasure. It also seemed to have cottoned onto the fact that the baron had a bit of a danger kink.
Zemo knew he was in for a good time when the creature wrapped its tentacles around his waist and thighs and literally hoisted him into the air. It was still careful not to mess with the bandages, though that was the least of Zemo’s concerns as the creature suspended the man over its wide open lid-maw.
There was a brief moment of panic.
However, the creature was quick to assuage its willing captive with some vigorous attention from its massive tongue. And a release of that now-familiar sweet scent that Zemo was certain had to be some sort of aphrodisiac. Regardless of what it was, it helped bring his arousal to the forefront and once again trust that the chest-creature was only after the baron’s seed.
He reached forward and gripped the chest’s lid, vaguely curious at the conflicting textures of faux hardwood and squishy flesh. The creature let out a pleased rumble and responded in kind, sending up more tentacles to curl around Zemo’s wrists in a parody of a lover’s grasp and yet more to slither further up his body to tease at anything in reach.
The man threw his head back and groaned.
That tongue was a menace - lapping and rubbing and then somehow breaching Zemo’s hole painlessly despite its thickness. It did not go very deep, though. The creature seemed more interested in teasing tasty dribbles out of the baron than rushing to climax.
“Mn - tease,” Zemo huffed, trying to grind down on the intruding appendage.
It wasn’t very effective.
The creature distracted him by wrapping a tentacle around his bobbing erection, stroking in time with its teasing licks. Zemo shuddered in its grip. Alright, fine, he could be a little patient.
A tentacle toyed with his nipple while another wrapped around his back to support the man as he arched in pleasure when the tongue finally pressed deeper. His toes curled when another tentacle replaced the tongue, slipping inside him with little effort. It pushed the creature’s thick saliva deeper with each experimental thrust, spreading the lubrication thoroughly before a second wriggled its way in.
Zemo let out a groan from his slack lips and let his eyes slip shut. Just riding the pleasure as the creature held him and fucked him slow and deep. Then, a third tentacle pressed eagerly at his stretched rim. It managed to pop inside after a bit of work, dragging another moan out of the baron. Maybe he could convince the creature to bottle its saliva - it would sell amazingly on the black market as a sex aid (just for some side cash, honest, Sam).
The three tentacles fucking into him started undulating in opposite directions, somehow working to stretch him wider. What could it possibly be planning to do? Surely - surely it could not fit four.
Zemo tried to muffle himself by biting down on his knuckle, he truly did. However, a shrill delighted shriek escaped him as yet another tentacle managed to wriggle inside his already stuffed ass.
That tongue replaced the tentacle stroking him and lapped hungrily at the baron’s dripping cock, clearly wanting to catch every drop as it relentlessly fucked Zemo with too many tentacles. He had stopped trying to make sense of the how - physics be damned, it felt amazing.
He almost wished he could last longer just to experience this height of pleasure for longer intervals.
Just then, there was a noise just outside the room. Zemo barely registered it over the pleasurable din, eyes cracking open in shock as he realized they were about to be caught.
The baron and the creature froze as the bedroom door creaked open.
“Are you okay? I thought I heard a scream - Zemo!” Bucky was across the room in an instant, a hand wrapping around Zemo’s upper arm in a punishing grip while the other grabbed hold of one of the chest’s tentacles to try and wrangle it.
“James! James, it’s alright - I’m fine - stop pulling on me!” Zemo protested, biting his lip as all of Bucky’s tugging was shifting the tentacles buried in his ass in very interesting ways.
It would be very embarrassing to moan directly in Bucky’s face at this precise moment. Especially seeing as the other man had come to the baron’s rescue in naught but a pair of ill fitting pajama pants.
“Did you not listen to Sam?! He said it eats meat!” Bucky growled, but he did stop yanking on Zemo’s arm. Small victories - he trusted the baron enough to hear him try to explain.
“I am very aware of that, James,” Zemo said, quite proud of how steady he kept his voice, “However, I can assure you I am - ngh - perfectly safe. This is consensual.”
Zemo could see the exact moment when Bucky actually registered where a good number of the creature’s tentacles were stuffed and the fact that Zemo himself was obviously flushed with arousal and hard.
The super soldier blushed deeply and quickly let go of both the baron and the tentacle. “O-oh, uh - I thought - um, that you were in trouble and I - wow, that is a lot of stuff in there. H-how…?”
“Well, first it started with one and then we worked up from there,” Zemo retorted as calmly as he could, trying not to notice how long Bucky’s eyes seemed to linger on his nude body. Nor how the man’s pupils had dilated to nearly blot out his sharp blue irises completely.
Oh. Right, the aphrodisiac.
“James - I should warn you that it does secrete some kind of gas that encourages one to… shall we say, get in the mood? You might want to, erm, leave,” the baron bit his lip as a wild thought occurred to him even as he felt the need to warn Bucky. He felt this might be his hind brain talking, but he plowed on regardless.
“...Unless..?”
Bucky seemed to snap out of his trance and shook his head violently. He took a large step back, but didn’t quite go straight for the bedroom door. Zemo glanced down and saw that the creature had wrapped a tentacle around Bucky’s ankle - loose, as if it was an invitation to stay. Not a demand.
Was it reacting to Zemo almost asking if James would be interested in staying?
Or did it simply want to double its meal for the night?
“Unless?” Bucky parrotted, brow raised.
Zemo swallowed thickly. “Unless you would like to stay. I’m suddenly discovering a bit of an exhibitionism kink right now. Or perhaps it’s just you.”
The chest-creature helpfully rumbled in agreement, giving Bucky’s ankle a slight encouraging tug. The super soldier looked torn - his expression kept waffling between hopeful and guarded. Were Zemo in a better place to be analytical, he might have enjoyed puzzling out Bucky’s indecision. Right now, however, the baron was doing good not to get distracted.
Or too hopeful.
Until the creature shifted the tentacles buried in his ass. Zemo choked on a moan and watched Bucky’s expression shift to intrigue. And there seemed to be a telling bulge forming in the other man’s pajamas.
“Maybe… I should stay. Just to - make sure. That you’re safe.” Bucky was very clearly trying to make up the flimsiest of reasons.
Zemo grinned. He could play along. “Mn - have a seat, then, James.”
Bucky nodded, swallowed thickly, and took a seat on the edge of the bed without taking his eyes off of the baron.
Zemo was positively delighted. James had chosen to stay! Maybe there was hope yet. Or it was the creature’s aphrodisiac. Either way, Zemo was getting what he’d wanted since - well. Not important right now.
He held Bucky’s gaze with his own while the creature resumed its attentions, letting the super soldier hear all of Zemo’s pleasured utterances. Hear every moan as those tentacles fucked into him, every hitch of his breath when a tentacle brushed or plucked at a nipple, every gasp as that tongue molested his cock. Bucky seemed to be enjoying the view if the wet spot forming from his straining erection was anything to go by.
Neither paid any mind to the lone tentacle that reached out to quietly shut the bedroom door.
They were too focused on each other.
Zemo arched and groaned as the tentacles thrust deeper, grinding his dripping cock on the creature’s tongue desperately needing just a little more friction. He watched Bucky bite his own lip and slip a hand beneath the waistband of his pajamas to palm himself absently. The baron squirmed, reveling in being the source of Bucky’s enjoyment - he really was developing a little exhibition kink tonight. The creature seemed happy to oblige, really putting on a show with its tentacles pleasurably torturing its willing captive until Zemo couldn’t hold back anymore.
His orgasm hit him hard. Black spots danced in his vision as it was fucked out of him with rough, deep thrusts.
Zemo panted and whined while the creature lapped up every drop. Bucky seemed equally mesmerized by the creature’s thorough attention. So much so, that the super soldier didn’t notice tentacles climbing up his legs.
However, Zemo noticed when the sweet scent of the aphrodisiac ramped up.
“Whoa! Hey - ” Bucky yelped as the tentacles tightened around his thighs, more slithering up to grip his vibranium arm since the man’s right arm had gone limp on its own. Another tentacle quickly dipped beneath the waistband of Bucky’s pajamas to draw them down just enough to let his erection pop free.
“Don’t struggle,” Zemo advised, still trying to catch his breath, “It just wants your seed.”
“Just wants - oh,” Bucky cut himself off with a startled groan as a tentacle wrapped itself around his cock.
Zemo moaned as the creature carefully extricated its tentacles from his well-stretched hole. He was fucked out and drained, but he couldn’t help watching Bucky’s expression shift from alarm to arousal when the tentacle started stroking him. The baron’s own penis made a valiant effort to twitch back to life at the sight. Or perhaps that was the aphrodisiac.
Speaking of, the creature still hadn’t put him down. Zemo gave a small, token little squirm and bit his lip as the tentacles holding him came back to life to tease at his spent body.
Ooh - a calculated mistake.
At least it was being kind not to torment his ass again just yet. He was definitely going to be sore come morning after that. The creature was, however, going to take advantage of Zemo’s returning half-erection.
They were both not going anywhere until the creature was finished with them.
“Fuck - it’s really good at this,” Bucky groaned, head tilting backwards as the creature’s tentacles worked at his cock and explored his body. Some even slipped inside his pajamas and were teasing whatever they could reach.
Zemo chuckled between moans. “Indeed, it’s been - hn - practicing on me.”
“Practicing? How many times..?”
Zemo just smirked. “Every night since we - mn! - since we returned, actually.”
Bucky gave the baron such a look at that.
“Hm? Is that a hn - haah - hint of jealousy I sense? I seem to recall inviting you to - nm! - do the same to me at one point,” Zemo managed to quip between quiet gasps. The creature really could play the baron like a fiddle - he was sure it was drawing out the inevitable for some reason.
Bucky tried to glare, but it lacked any heat. Likely because the creature’s tentacles chose that moment to purposely twist just right on the upstroke. Other tentacles encouraged the super soldier to spread his legs wider, showing off his hard length as it disappeared between coils of moving tentacle.
Zemo flicked his tongue out to wet his lips at the sight. Bucky was quite flushed by this point - he too apparently enjoyed the creature’s exploration of his body - especially the sliver of his shoulder where it connected to his prosthetic.
The baron had wondered if that scarred tissue was sensitive a time or two when daydreaming.
Bucky’s bitten off moans were music to Zemo’s ears, though he wasn’t too far behind with own vocalizations devolving into incoherency as the tentacles took the chance to double their efforts. Then, that massive tongue returned to gently tease at the baron’s well-used hole. Zemo jerked forward in the tentacles’ hold, whining when it dipped inside for a taste. He involuntarily clenched with each teasing lick.
Fuck - the baron’s second orgasm ripped through him, leaving him a limp mess in the nest of tentacles. He whimpered as that tongue moved to make sure it caught every drop out of him before retracting. The tentacles finally gently set Zemo down on the bed just as the other set of tentacles ramped up their attentions on Bucky.
The baron tiredly smirked as he got to watch the super soldier whine and moan and twitch and shudder his way through his own explosive orgasm. And then his smirk evolved into a kittenish grin when Bucky was treated to a session of that tongue lapping his come up with greedy licks, finding the sight of James squirming and biting his lip like that just… arousing as hell.
It really was too bad the baron was just too fucked out to even think about a round three.
The chest-creature let out a very satisfied-sounding rumble when it finally retracted all of its many appendages after the customary strange cleaning ritual and placing both of its worn out participants comfortably in bed. Such a gentlemanly creature.
However, Bucky looked like he might explode with embarrassment as he was tucked in right next to the very nude baron. The soldier flicked his eye between the chest at the foot of the bed and the bedroom door - likely trying to plan a tactical retreat now that the fog of arousal wasn’t influencing his decisions.
Zemo sighed.
The aphrodisiac was clearly wearing off. He had been hoping James had changed his mind about their… situation after this little encounter. Apparently not.
“Just stay, James. We can sort it in the morning,” Zemo muttered.
“I - I shouldn’t. You’re - fuck, this is making it hard to think straight,” Bucky grumbled, attempting to sit up. “You’re our parolee. There’s uh - a, um, power imbalance if we started a relationship and - ”
Zemo interrupted Bucky with a snort. “James Buchanan Barnes, if you are trying to tell me that the only reason you have been turning me down is because of a ‘power imbalance’, I have some news for you. I do not care.”
“I - “ Bucky started, clearly trying to come up with something to say, but it fizzled out and the super soldier just huffed and flopped back down on the bed.
Zemo scooted closer and placed a hand on the man’s opposite cheek, turning his head to face the baron. He leaned in, just hovering his lips a hair’s breadth away from Bucky’s. Their eyes met.
“You and I both know that any one of these missions could be the last, considering how little our lives are valued by the good General,” Zemo whispered, holding Bucky’s gaze, “Why would you deny me one, simple nicety when you are clearly just as interested?”
Bucky flicked his gaze all over Zemo’s face, searching for… something. The baron did not know what. The super soldier didn’t pull away, though.
Bucky finally spoke up, his voice oddly wavering. “You want this?”
“I do. If all of my earlier flirtations were not clear enough.” Zemo refused to be too hopeful. He blinked incredulously when Bucky let out a bark of laughter inches from the baron’s face. However, Zemo wasn’t left wondering what the hell had gotten into the super soldier for long.
Not when James pulled him in for a sudden (but very much wanted) kiss.
Zemo melted into it. Especially when Bucky cupped his cheek to draw him in deeper. It was a shame the creature had fed off of them so recently - Zemo didn’t think he could do much more tonight than enjoy what little he could get from what Bucky was willing to give.
“Sam is gonna kill me,” Bucky murmured as he broke the kiss, shaking his head.
~~~
Zemo had no idea how he could even tell, but the chest-creature had an air of smugness about it the next day. Especially when Bucky dropped a stealthy kiss on the baron’s cheek when Sam wasn’t looking.
Cheeky little chest.
Maybe once they figured out where the poor thing came from, Zemo could repay it somehow.