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“What if Zemo shows up again?” Sam says following Bucky as he paces around his sparse apartment, shoving essentials into his go bag.
“I’m counting on it.” Bucky says not elaborating that he’s been itching to see Zemo again since he last left him in Estonia, four months ago. The constant buzz of need under his skin driving him mad, he thought more than once about just leaving to look for the other man. But he knew that with patience, time would bring them back together, and finally Hydra had reared it’s ugly head again. Bucky had practically jumped for joy when Sam had called him to notify that their lead had finally come to fruition, he was lucky Sam hadn’t given him the news in person because he wouldn’t have been able to hide the surprise from his face.
Sam had shown up at his apartment less than an hour later to go over how it was going to go down this time.
“I don’t need a babysitter Sam.” Bucky says throwing a couple of pairs of balled up socks into his hold-all.
“Hey man that’s not what I’m implying, I’m just thinking it’ll be easier this time if we both go, so Zemo doesn’t escape again while you got your hands full of Hydra.” Sam says as placatingly as possible.
“I just don’t think it’s gonna be that tough this time, I don’t need your help Sam.” Bucky says practically vibrating as he rushes around making sure he’s got everything.
“Woah woah, calm down, you’re like a toddler got to the coffee what’s wrong with you man?” Sam says holding his hands up to stop Bucky from barrelling past him into the bedroom for the 3rd time.
“I just need to get a move on. Zemo… he’s probably already there.”
“Zemo can hold his own for a bit.” Sam says strengthening his stance and looking at Bucky as if to say you’re not telling me the whole truth.
“I know he can.” Bucky replies running a hand through his hair. “But I thought you didn’t want him to get away this time.”
“Then let me come with you.”
“You got more important stuff to worry about here, Cap.” Bucky says tapping him on the bicep to get him to move out of the way, but Sam stops him with a hand on his chest.
“What’s going on with you man?” Sam says looking him up and down.
When Wilson had arrived after calling him, Bucky had just gotten out of the shower, beard freshly trimmed, hair styled, wearing cologne Sam had never smelled on him before. His clothes were simple but too clean for a mission, Sam had said, ‘you got a date?’ as soon as he’d walked through the door and Bucky had just scoffed.
“I’ve… just been on edge recently haven’t I? I know you’ve noticed… it’s this mission… I need to finish what I started.” Bucky fixes him with a look that says ‘please you gotta let me do this my way.’ He knows Sam will only think he’s talking about his history with Hydra, but he still feels his cheeks heat up as if Wilson could read his mind, and know that the real mission he wanted to pick up where he left off was with Zemo.
Sam nods slowly and finally moves out of Bucky’s way so he can grab his leather jacket, “alright, but call me as soon as you need back up, I’ll be ready to go.”
When Bucky finally arrives at the factory in East Germany it’s evident that Zemo was already there. It’s dark, pitch black with only the moon and a few working lights to illuminate the way and Bucky’s intel told him the only people at the facility at this hour would be the night watch. Bucky easily walks through the main entrance to find the guard incapacitated, handcuffed to railings and face down in a small pool of his own blood, unconscious but breathing. There are a few others in uniform, their weapons missing, bleeding from superficial wounds and cable tied together or to radiators, metal railings and door handles.
Bucky follows the sound of fighting to an office, files and papers scattered on the grey carpet, the bright overhead lights are off, the room only illuminated by a few desk lamps in each sectioned off cubicle. The shadow of a man chases another out from behind a partition and into the middle of the room, Bucky watches Zemo wrestle with another night patrol guard, he’s dressed in black tactical gear, his gun holster strapped tightly around his chest, black combat trousers tucked into leather boots, something about seeing Zemo in these clothes, working clothes that you can really get dirty, rather than his usual well tailored outfits does something to Bucky. Zemo’s holding the other man down with his knees digging into the guards shoulders, his cargo pants pulling taut over his straining thighs. The man bucks up under him and Zemo rolls off onto the floor, the man scrambling to crawl on top of him, but before Bucky can intervene the Baron kicks the guard in the shoulder making him twist and fall on his back in Zemo’s lap. Zemo traps the man’s neck between his thighs and squeezes, the guards hands claw at the Barons knees before he notices Bucky standing in the doorway, a hand reaches out to the stranger he sees and Zemo looks up from the man struggling between his thighs and his eyes lock with Bucky’s.
“James.” Zemo breathes out, the sound of exertion in his voice, the man between his legs realise that the man in the door is not his saviour and goes back to clawing at his captors knees.
Zemo’s hair is disheveled, there’s a cut on his cheek bone and sweat on his brow and Bucky breathes out harshly through his nose as he continues to watch Zemo choke the breath from the other man until he finally passes out.
He kicks the man out of his lap and falls back onto his elbows, looking up at Bucky as he comes through the doorway.
“I didn’t kill any of them.” Zemo pants.
“I noticed.” Bucky replies his cheeks flushed and his breath coming out shallow as if he was the one just fighting. He grabs the guards ankle and drags him out of the room, “don’t move.” He says to Zemo over his shoulder as he slumps the man against the wall outside of the office and cable ties his hand together with his feet like a hog before going back into the office.
He boots the door shut behind him, “sorry I’m late, seems like you finished the mission just fine without me.”
“Ah but the mission isn’t over yet, sir.” Zemo says, he goes to sit up from the floor but Bucky places his boot on his chest to stop him from getting up.
“You did a good job, a very good job, and soldiers who go above and beyond, deserve a reward.” Bucky says, pressing his foot a little harder into Zemo’s chest until he lays flat on the floor.
He can smell the Barons immediate arousal, mixed with his cologne and the blood of the men he’d fought through to get here. It smells so pure, no ulterior emotions, no hatred or anger just lust, for him, and it makes Bucky salivate, stoking the fires of his own burning need for the other man.
Zemo looks up at him, his breathing heavy but not from the fight, his eyes are dark, shot black and he licks his lips. His beards a little longer than before and Bucky wants to remember what that feels like between his thighs, he palms himself through his jeans and watches as Zemo’s eyelids flutter as he gazes at Bucky’s flesh hand working himself over his clothes.
“пожалуйста.” Pozhaluysta. Please. Zemo says, his voice low, accent thick. His gloved hands clenching into fists at his sides.
“No.” Bucky says as he stops palming himself, Zemo’s eyes snap back up to Bucky’s face, he looks confused and somewhat disappointed. “Speak English… or Sokovian, which ever you prefer.” He finishes quietly.
Bucky trails his boot down Zemo’s chest and stomach until it rests on his crotch. He presses down and Zemo groans as he lifts his hips against the pressure. Zemo’s cock fills out quickly under the weight of a Bucky’s boot, his skin prickles with excitement and he already feels lightheaded. He’s thought about this almost every night for the last four months, as soon as he’d seen Bucky again the overwhelming longing for him had rushed up to the surface once more and he knew he wouldn’t be able to wait to have his mouth on him again.
“Please.” He says but it comes out quieter, less sure of himself than when he was speaking in Russian.
Bucky removes his foot from Zemo’s crotch and looks down at him, laying on the ground, thighs spread and chest heaving. Zemo places a gloved finger in his mouth and nips as the leather pulling it off of his hand before doing the same to the other one, throwing them to one side. He tries to sit up again, hand reaching for Bucky’s belt but again Bucky forces him onto his back with his boot in the centre of his chest. Zemo lays back down and Bucky removes his foot, watching as the Baron lies patiently, awaiting orders.
Zemo sucks in a breath as Bucky drops to floor between his spread legs, placing his hands on Zemo’s knees to widen them a little further.
“I was a little jealous,” Bucky says, sliding his hands down from Zemo’s knees to grip the muscle of his thighs, “that man, between your legs, got me all kinds of riled up.”
Bucky moves his hands to Zemo’s belt buckle, undoes his cargo pants and lowers the zip. Zemo shifts his hips as if to help Bucky remove his pants but the man’s hands push him back down.
“I will fuck you,” Bucky says opening Zemo’s pants just enough to mouth wetly at his cock through the fabric of his underwear, “but not yet, I’m gonna take my time,” he says, his hot breath sending a shiver down Zemo’s spine as it ghosts over the spit dampened fabric covering his cock, Bucky mouths him again, sucking the tip through his underwear, “and first, I want your thighs around my neck while I choke on your dick.”
He feels Zemo’s cock twitch against his lips and the Baron gasps quietly. Hooking his arms under Zemo’s legs Bucky lifts the other man’s thighs onto his shoulders, Zemo crosses his claves and squeezes as Bucky drools salvia all over his clothed cock, sucking the first drop of precum through the fabric of his underwear.
Zemo moans louder arching his back into Bucky’s mouth as his cock throbs and leaks in his spit soaked boxers. Moving a hand from Zemo’s thigh he pulls the Barons underwear down until his dick springs free. Bucky pushes the Barons thin sweater up as far as his chest holster will allow, so his cock can sit and leak against his stomach, precum dribbling into the hair running under his navel.
Bucky groans as he wraps his hands around Zemo’s thighs again pushing them tighter around his neck before deciding on his vibranium hand to touch Zemo with. He gently grips the other man’s cock between his thumb and two fingers and strokes him until he’s shaking beneath him and leaking more precum into the coarse hairs on his lower belly.
Zemo props himself back up on his elbows to watch him with a rapt expression, lips slightly parted and panting as Bucky’s gaze snaps up from his cock to his face. He looks up into his eyes as he angles Zemo’s dick into his mouth, closing his lips around the head, the Baron fights to keep his eyes from rolling back so he can watch. Bucky’s lashes flutter as he tastes Zemo for the first time uninhibited by his clothes, he moans around him as he takes him deeper. Bucky can’t help but roll his hips against the floor, his own member now achingly hard.
Bucky hums through his nose as he sinks even lower, that lack of gag reflex he’d been embarrassed to admit to becoming evident as he swallows around Zemo until his nose is nestled in the coarse hair at the base of his cock. He inhales deeply and moans again, the vibrations making Zemo’s hips twitch.
Zemo is making breathy little noises as Bucky bobs his head up and down, when his mouth reaches the head he dips his tongue into the slit, lapping at the salty precum before swallowing him down again with ease. He digs his fingers into the meat of Zemo’s thighs making the man flex his muscles around his neck, squeezing tighter. Bucky moans, hollows his cheeks and moves faster, Zemo stutters out a shaky breath.
Bucky had thought Zemo would be more vocal, talk down to him perhaps, at least talk dirty, maybe something about how he’s so good at this he must have taken a thousand cocks by now, he thought he’d grab his hair and fuck his throat but he’s surprisingly still and his hands are clenched by his side, and as Bucky looks up at him again, Zemo seems… upset.
He smells it then, a scent mixed with the lust, the bitter tang of anger, that makes Bucky finally gag. The Baron must see the scared look on a Bucky’s face because he’s immediately apologising as the other man’s pulls back.
“My apologies,” he mumbles, “I…” he doesn’t know how to explain himself.
Bucky sits up and Zemo’s legs fall from his shoulders. He cant stop thinking about how Bucky had said this was what he was expected to do by his handlers, Zemo is incensed at how he had been treated as the soldier, he’d read the files but experiencing it himself, he can only think of the other handlers that made him do this, to know that Bucky remembers enough of what had been done to him as the soldier to be this skilled. Rage roils in his stomach at the men who had owned and defiled him, he feels the need to burn whole cities to the ground to get revenge for him but realises he would be going against his own principles on collateral damage for a man he himself had once used.
The anger clouds the lust and he knows Bucky can sense it as the man pulls away from him looking hurt.
“Do I disgust you?” Bucky says quietly his tone venomous, he wipes the back of his hand over his spit slick mouth.
“No!” Zemo replies immediately, he tries to cover himself up but Bucky lurches forward grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head.
“No?” Bucky spits through gritted teeth, glaring down at Zemo.
He tightens his grip around the other mans wrists slamming him into the floor, before letting go of one arm to wrap his fingers around the Barons throat, delicate and unmarked, the old bruises long healed. He tries to tell himself he doesn’t know why he’s so mad, but he does, he thought it had been different with Zemo, perhaps he had been foolish.
“No!?” Bucky questions again, squeezing his fingers tightly around Zemo’s throat so he couldn’t answer even if he wanted too, Bucky doesn’t want to hear it.
The Barons face is turning red as tears prickle in the corners of his eyes and he splutters to try and breathe. His free hand holding onto Bucky’s vibranium wrist but he’s not pulling him away, he deserves James’ rage. When Bucky finally loosens his grip Zemo coughs and sucks in air, the blood rushing back to his brain has his head spinning and twinkling lights dance in his blurred vision making the man above him look like an angel, or a god.
“No, I love you!” He rasps, his voice hoarse but Bucky hears it clearly, “it’s the men who made you do this that disgust me,” Zemo continues, mostly talking to himself, berating himself, “I used you for my own gain, just like they all did, I am no better than them and I disgust myself.” He spits, the distaste at his own actions sitting bitter on his tongue, “I can’t separate myself from that… not like you can yourself from the soldier.” Zemo finishes, his mouth downturned in a grimace.
“I’m not the soldier.” Bucky states quietly, swallowing down the urge to be overwhelmed.
“N-no, s-sir.” Zemo stutters quietly, solidifying that Bucky is more than capable of separating himself. From the soldier, and from Zemo.
“No.” Bucky says breathing out a sigh through his nose. “You don’t get it.”
He settles his body against Zemo’s, his thigh between the other man’s legs, touching from chest to toe, feels Zemo still semi-hard against his hip and presses his denim covered cock against Zemo’s naked one.
“You’re not like them.” Bucky says as he grinds down. He sees the Barons features change, his grimace turns to confusion then to pleasure as Bucky rolls his hips.
The drag of his jeans against the other man’s sensitive skin must be painful, but Zemo stutters out a moan. Bucky feels it rumble under his palm that’s still wrapped loosely around Zemo’s neck.
He pulls away and instantly smells a hint of fear, but Zemo isn’t scared Bucky will hurt him, he’s scared he’ll leave. Bucky sits back far enough to hook his fingers under the waistband of Zemo’s cargo pants.
“Do you still want your reward for being so good?” Bucky says his voice low and Zemo shudders beneath him.
“Yes…sir.” Zemo whispers.
Bucky inhales, the scent of lust is back but Zemo’s emotions are so conflicted, it’s muddied by fear and anger and sadness and Bucky wishes he didn’t have this heightened sense. But he remembers the pureness of the lust he’d first encountered with Zemo, unadulterated and only for him. He wants that again, wants Zemo to feel like that again.
He yanks Zemo’s pants down as far as they’ll go, getting stuck at the top of his lace up leather boots. Bucky’s not wasting his time with those so ducks under the pants between Zemo’s legs and pulls the Barons hips towards him, Zemo makes a noise of surprise.
Bucky slowly releases a glob of spit from his lips and it hits Zemo’s balls, running over them and between his ass cheeks, he makes another strangled noise in the back of his throat when Bucky dips his head and licks over his hole. He tenses and Bucky pulls back.
“Is the problem that you don’t want this… or that you think I don’t want this?” Bucky asks, his thumb stroking Zemo’s hip soothingly but he’s backed up as much as he can so that Zemo knows if he says stop, he’ll stop.
“I… want you, I want you to want this.” Zemo replies and Bucky lays back down on the floor between Zemo’s legs, spreading them as far as the pants wrapped around his calves will allow.
Bucky places both hands on Zemo’s ass cheeks, squeezes the plump flesh under his fingers then parts them to reveal the Barons puckered hole, quivering under his hot breath.
“I want this.” Bucky whispers between his legs before lapping at his hole again. Zemo gasps out a quiet moan and shudders at the feel of Bucky’s stubble against the sensitive skin.
He sucks and licks, prodding his tongue in as far as he can until Zemo’s breathy little noises are becoming louder. Bucky moans at the feel of Zemo’s twitching hole under his lips, the smell of his sweat from the fight and the wetness of his own spit dribbling down his stubbled chin and smearing over his cheeks as he works the Baron open on his tongue. Bucky’s goes to suck on his own fingers then remembers how Zemo looked with his mouth stuffed full of vibranium and sits back up.
Zemo is flushed and panting, his cock fully hard again and it twitches against his stomach as he looks at Bucky’s swollen lips and wet chin. He hasn’t touched himself, hasn’t been told he’s allowed, his hands are wrapped around the gun holster strapped to his chest as if needing something to hold onto. His legs, that are trapped around Bucky’s back, are pushed up and apart as the other man looms over him. Bucky wipes his mouth with his metal fingers before touching them gently against Zemo’s lips, the Baron opens his mouth instantly but Bucky doesn’t move just yet.
“You did such a good job last time, make sure they’re nice and wet for me.” Bucky says as he slips three fingers into Zemo’s mouth.
Zemo’s eyes roll back and he moans as he sucks on Bucky’s vibranium hand, the three fingers pushed in as deep as they’ll go. Zemo’s hips jerk and Bucky holds him down with his other hand. He presses his clothed cock against Zemo’s bare ass and grinds against him. The heat and weight of the other man’s arousal pressed against him stroking the fire in the pit of Zemo’s belly again to an almost unbearable ache.
“I can’t wait to get my dick inside you, it’s all I’ve been able think about since I had you on your knees,” Bucky groans lowly, realising as he said it out loud it isn’t a lie, apart from maybe wanting it even longer than that.
He rubs his straining erection against the man beneath him and Zemo whines around his fingers, mouth stretched and wet, Bucky slowly pulls them out to let him speak, his metal hand dripping with saliva.
“Please, do it now.” Zemo pants, his voice a little hoarse. He follows up with a stuttered “…s-sir.” Still allowing Bucky to separate himself, he knows he’s not being taught a lesson this time, but maybe Bucky needs this to take back control.
Bucky smirks down at him as he moves his vibranium hand down to his ass, teasing his fingers along his crack before dipping between the cheeks and finding his slick hole.
“I want you to beg for it… with all that free will of yours.” Bucky parrots what Zemo had said to him, that first night at the auction, as he slips his middle finger in up to his knuckles.
His finger slides in with no resistance, Zemo keens and immediately starts begging. “Please… more…”
Bucky obliges with a second finger and Zemo is clearly taken off guard not thinking he would give it to him straight away, Bucky huffs out a laugh as Zemo greedily grinds against his fingers.
“Please, ja-ungh-s-sir,” he stutters, wanting more than anything to call James by his name, but knowing that if he did, this all might come to an abrupt end. “I can take you now… I need you now.”
“Just a little more, you need to prove to me that you can handle it, before I’ll give it to you.” Bucky says, his resolve nearly cracking as the man beneath him loses himself under Bucky’s hands. But he needs to make sure Zemo is prepared, it’s just like him to take the pain because he thinks he deserves it.
“I can I-ah can.” Zemo gasps as he starts rocking back and forth on Bucky’s hand, his head thrown back and eyes clenched tightly shut as he tries to prove that he can be good for him.
His own hands are still clenched tightly around his chest harness, pulling it taut across his pecs that bounce back and forth as he grinds down. Bucky’s fingers are barely brushing his prostate and the Baron is practically giving himself rug burn on his backside to try to get Bucky where he needs him. He’s wanted this for too long, to be filled to the brim with the other man and as much as he loves Bucky’s care to prep him properly he needs more or he feels as though he might burst out of his skin. He’s had months of fucking himself on his own fingers growing more and more unsatisfied and desperate. And now he’s finally here beneath Bucky, he can’t bare to wait another second, all coherent thought left his head as soon as the other man pressed his tongue inside of him.
“Shh.” Bucky soothes, laughing breathily at Zemo’s impatience, holding his hip down with his spare hand, the Baron stills, panting and whining as Bucky pulls his fingers out before adding a third.
Bucky makes sure he’s well stretched as Zemo keens on the floor beneath him, babbling pleas for Bucky to fuck him while he’s held still by the other man’s strength, unable to grind back down onto his fingers any longer.
“Please please please,” he whispers unable to say much more as Bucky finally nails his prostate making his toes curl as electricity shoots up his spine and makes his eyes roll back. “Ah- Fuck me, please, please.” He begs louder.
Bucky has never seen the Baron this undone, hair dishevelled and splayed on the floor beneath him, sticking to the sweat on his forehead. His face flushed and begging incoherently in both English and Sokovian, sweat and tears and spit glistening on his face.
Bucky pulls his fingers out and Zemo groans at the loss, the other man watches him as he lets the Baron catch his breath. Without creating too much distance between them he slowly unzips his jeans and pulls himself out, moaning at the relief, he spits on his palm and strokes himself as he watches Zemo panting through parted lips. The Barons brow slowly furrows as he realises Bucky has slowed, he manages to pry his eyes open and look up at the man hovering a few inches above him.
“S-sir, p-please.” He begs quietly, accent thick and husky, his eyes shot black and glistening.
“Don’t…. Don’t call me that.” Bucky breathes out, his vibranium hand still stroking himself as his flesh palm comes up to rest on Zemo’s bearded cheek, “Say my name.” He says quietly as he brushes his thumb over Zemo’s pink lips.
“James.” He whispers hesitantly as if it’s a test and he’s about to fail.
“Yeah… like that.” Bucky says, lining himself up with Zemo’s slick hole as his real name on the other man’s lips sends a jolt of heat straight to his cock.
“James.” Zemo says again a little more desperate.
“Just like that.” Bucky presses in, the head of his cock popping through the loosened ring of muscle.
They moan in unison, Bucky resting his forehead against Zemo’s, gripping at the Barons jaw a little tighter as he brushes his thumb over his lips again.
“I’m not the soldier.” He says burying himself in Zemo’s tight heat.
Zemo moans again, a whine in the back of his throat as his hands finally untangle from their iron grip on his chest holster. He scrambles to feel Bucky’s skin, pushing under his jacket and T-shirt until his palms rest on the warm flesh of his back.
“James.” Zemo gasps, as Bucky pulls out almost all the way and slowly thrusts back inside.
“Zemo.” Bucky groans, his mouth against his thumb, his thumb against Zemo’s lips. The Barons breath gusts against Bucky’s cheeks in hot bursts as he pants beneath him.
“Oh, James.” Zemo whines one last time before Bucky growls lowly, moving his thumb so he can close the small gap between them.
He kisses him forcefully, breathing in harshly through his nose as their teeth clash and his tongue finds Zemo’s mid whimper. When Bucky kisses him, he feels Zemo’s hands grasping onto his back tighter, before letting go to cup his face. He’s holding Bucky against him, fingers clutching his head as if the other man will think better of it and stop kissing him. Zemo whimpers as Bucky doubles down, kissing him deeper, pressing him into the floor while he rocks slowly into him.
When Bucky finally breaks the kiss it’s to allow Zemo to breath, but as soon as he pulls back a little the Baron uses the space between them to push at Bucky’s jacket, shoving it off his shoulders feverishly. Bucky obliges and shucks it off tossing it across the room, he braces himself on his arms either side of Zemo’s head as he rolls his hips into him again. Zemo should have the sense to be embarrassed by the noises he’s making, little whines and whimpers an international terrorist and trained killer should not be reduced to. But when Bucky looks down at him with darkened eyes as he slowly fucks into him, almost torturously so, he could care less how pathetic and needy he must look trembling beneath him.
Zemo brushes his hands up Bucky’s arms, feeling the difference in the flesh and metal beneath his finger tips, the warm and lightly furred forearm and the cool, smooth vibranium. Bucky groans as Zemo reaches his shoulders, focuses his attention on the join of Bucky’s metal arm to his flesh underneath his T-shirt, feeling the scarred seam through the cloth. Bucky snaps his hips and hits Zemo’s prostate, the Barons fingers clench against Bucky’s shoulders as a spike of electricity shudders through him. When he recovers Zemo tugs at the other man’s T-shirt, pulling at the neck with one hand and pushing it up over his hard pecs with the other until Bucky finally lifts his arms and allows Zemo to rip it over his head. He pulls Bucky down towards him before the soldier knows what’s happening, mouthing at the scarred flesh on his chest and shoulder. Bucky shudders uncontrollably, his elbows buckling where he hovers above Zemo. The Baron pulls him closer as he collapses against his chest, licking and kissing every inch he can reach where Bucky’s torn and ravaged flesh meets metal. Bucky’s vibranium arm curls around Zemo’s head, fingers tangling in his hair as the Baron worships the scars pressed against his lips.
Bucky’s head swims when Zemo wraps his arms around him tighter as if he never wants to stop lavishing his skin with devotion. Bucky chokes back a sob that gets stuck in his throat at the care in which Zemo shows a part of him he’d hated for so long and had barely learnt to accept as part of himself. He grips Zemo’s hair tighter ripping a moan from the Barons throat as his tongue trails the spiders web of scars. Bucky manages to easily pry himself from the weaker man’s embrace, holding him back by his grip on his hair.
“You only want me for my enhanced body, is that it?” Bucky smirks, trying to cover up the fact Zemo’s adoration was making him weak.
Zemo huffs out a laugh, his head held back by Bucky’s vibranium hand still tangled in his hair. “Far from it… But can you blame me and my curiosity?” He says gruffly, tilting his head as much as he can in Bucky’s grip, “perhaps you should put me out of my misery and show me what it can do?”
Bucky uses his flesh hand to grab Zemo’s thigh, lifting his hips a little higher to get a better angle.
“I think I preferred it when you were too worked up to speak.” Bucky says with a smirk as he snaps his hips again, the new angle hitting Zemo’s prostate.
Zemo’s toes curl in his boots and he arches his back off the floor, fingers spasming against Bucky’s shoulders and he tries to hold on when the other man starts fucking him with unrelenting speed and strength. He thinks it should hurt but it doesn’t, this inhuman power Bucky has is so well controlled all Zemo can do is whine out little Ah’s every time the other man’s cock pounds against his prostate.
His fingers slip from Bucky’s shoulders as he no longer has the strength to hold on and he grasps at the floor above his head. He feels so full he’s sure if he was able to look down he’d see his belly bulge with every thrust and he can feel Bucky’s finger tips leaving bruises in his thighs, so thoroughly claimed by the other man. He feels one of Bucky’s hands leave his thigh, and suddenly his sweater and gun holster is being forced up above his pecs, his nipples hardening in the air. He feels his chest bounce with every thrust of Bucky’s hips and the other man growls as he squeezes the muscle, thumbing over a nipple.
Zemo’s orgasm doesn’t hit him all of a sudden, it’s a slow build and it has his eyes rolling back and his breath coming out in ragged pants. A heat spreads from his toes working it’s way up his legs making them twitch uncontrollably as Bucky continues to assault his prostate. His cock throbs but instead of ejaculating in a sharp burst, as he does when he jerks off, he starts oozing cum over his belly. Bucky slows down, rolls his hips languidly in and out of Zemo’ body, milking his prostate as more and more cum floods out of him.
Bucky’s hips stutter at the sight of the man beneath him, he’s so close to his own end as he watches Zemo writhing as his hands clutch clumsily at his own chest and his back arches further and further, cum running over his stomach and onto the floor. Zemo’s moans getting louder and higher pitched as his climax continues until his cock finally stops leaking and he slumps back to the floor panting, twitching every time Bucky’s cock slowly pushes back into him.
He goes to pull out and Zemo protests, trying to squeeze his legs around him but he’s jelly and can’t move. He manages to clench himself around the cock still buried in his ass and Bucky groans at Zemo’s insistence that he stay inside despite the fact he’s exhausted and over sensitive.
“P-please.” He says, his voice weak and wet as spit dribbles out of his mouth.
Bucky slowly rolls his hips again the motion making Zemo arch his back and moan out a wrecked noise.
“James.” Zemo whines and the sound alone sends Bucky over the edge.
He thrusts twice more into the man beneath him and spills inside, his cock pulsing as Zemo moans appreciatively. Bucky falls forward onto his elbows, stopping himself before he can crush the other man.
He slowly pulls himself out of Zemo and the Baron gasps at the sensation, feeling entirely too empty, his hole clenching around nothing but air. Bucky shuffles down his body enough to lap at the cum that hadn’t slid off Zemo’s belly onto the floor, he tongues a nipple on his way down and the Baron whimpers. He sucks the cum from Zemo’s stomach, moaning at the taste on his tongue that he hadn’t had a chance to savour earlier on, he licks him clean, tongue rasping against the coarse hair. He keeps lavishing his tongue over Zemo’s skin until the Baron is threading his fingers into his hair, the motion of raising his arms feeling heavy like he’s underwater. He tugs Bucky back up by his hair urgently to claim his mouth, Zemo groans as he licks up Bucky’s wet and stubbled chin, kissing him deeply and sloppily.
He wraps his arms Bucky’s back as the other man moans into the kiss, Zemo feels entirely too hot and sweaty still in his clothes but drags the man closer to him, pulling him flush against him. They part for air, panting against each other and Bucky brushes Zemo’s hair away from his sweaty forehead, looks him in the eye and feels his heart clench in his chest.
“Do you think Sam will let me keep you under house arrest?” Bucky says before kissing Zemo again, licking into his mouth possessively.
Zemo kisses back lazily, his body still sensitive and tingling as he comes down from his high. He writhes slowly beneath Bucky, allowing the man to claim his lips, barely able to do little more than whine and open his mouth for him, fingers clutching at his back as if he let go he’d slip through the cracks in the floor boards. Zemo’s muscles ache from the fight and from Bucky’s handling of his body, he stretches and arches against the man above him causing him to growl into his mouth and kiss him deeper.
“Fuck.” Bucky breathes against his lips as he finally breaks the kiss, “I’ll hide you there if I have to, I’ll harbour a fugitive if it means you’ll keep kissing me just like this.”
He joins their lips again and Zemo moans and wraps his arms around his neck holding him close. Zemo winces in discomfort, his legs still trapped behind Bucky’s back and the feel of the soldiers spend seeping from between his legs is getting harder to ignore despite his incessant need to never stop kissing the other man.
Bucky pulls back, “s-sorry,” he says with concern, rubbing his hands over Zemo’s thighs as they tremble around him. He stands up slipping out from between Zemo’s legs allowing them to drop to the floor, the Baron squeezes his thighs together to hide himself once Bucky has stepped away.
Sitting up with a groan he reaches for the underwear around his ankles, before Bucky comes back over with a box of tissues that had been knocked from the desk during the fight.
Zemo smiles at him as he takes the box and Bucky gives him a minute to clean up as best he can and redress without staring, “perhaps they’ll loan me out to you on more missions, now they know I’m of use.” Zemo says, accent thick, he groans again as he stretches.
“Zemo, you did this mission all on your own, if anything you’re more useful than I am… I’m not letting you go back there.” Bucky says over his shoulder.
“Hmm, and there was me thinking you didn’t need me anymore.” Zemo smirks, and Bucky can hear it in his voice, as he shimmies back into his boxers and tactical pants.
“I need you Zemo.” Bucky says turning back around, his words are laced with more than the implication of work needs, perching himself on the desk behind him he looks at Zemo with an honesty that makes the Baron stop in his tracks as he’s tucking his sweater back into his pants.
“What was it that changed your mind? My cunning skills, my impeccable sleuthing, or perhaps the expert way in which I fight?” Zemo smirks, finishing straightening himself up, he remembers the way Bucky’s eyes had darkened when he was choking that man between his thighs, and how it had made him feel hot all over with need.
Bucky parts his legs so Zemo can stand between them, he hooks his finger in the holster strapped to his chest and pulls him in a little closer.
“Hmm, probably all of that… but mostly, it was the way you treated me like someone you wanted to be around. Like I’m the most important person in any room. When everyone else pretends I’m not there.” Bucky says quietly, looking up at Zemo standing above him, the ever present storm in his grey eyes clearing as he gazes at the other man.
“You are the most important…” Zemo replies carding a hand through Bucky’s hair before leaning down to kiss him so tenderly Bucky believes every word.