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Sam won't exactly sugar coat his feelings for his adoptive brother James. The Wilson's adopted the poor boy after his parents passed away in a car crash. Bucky was young when it happened and whenever Sam asks about his blood family Bucky often says he doesn't remember much of them. Sam feels similarly in a sense as he feels he's been Bucky's older brother longer than he hasn't been. Even though Bucky doesn't look the same as the Wilson's, they treat him the same as they treat Sam and Sarah.

Even though they don't act the same, the pair of brothers are basically inseparable. Bucky is introverted, feisty and has beautiful blue eyes that seem to shine too bright in the sunlight, but in contrast Sam is extroverted, caring, and a little too protective of his little brother. Their parents find it endearing that even though they're so different they still get along just fine.

It's mid September and Sam has just entered his senior year of high school and soon enough he'll be heading off to college, leaving his little brother and sister behind. Sam is relieved by this, ever since Bucky began puberty Sam stopped seeing him as a little brother and more as a dashing young man. The pair attend the same high school, Bucky being two years younger putting him in the tenth grade. Sam always looked out for Bucky when he could, in the hallways or on the streets, the two were never seen apart.

It's Friday night, Bucky stood in the kitchen making dinner for Sam, their parents and Sarah having stepped out for the weekend venturing into the city for their wedding anniversary. They decided to take Sarah after she made a huge fuss because she was adamant that she would surely die if she had to spend the weekend with just her big brothers.

Bucky wasn't particularly good at cooking but he knew Sam wasn't about to pick up a pan and cook for the both of them, so here he stood in silence making the only thing he knew how to cook.

“What’cha making?” Sam asked, stepping into the bright kitchen and gazed at Bucky's lean back.

“Eggs.” Bucky replied, tone a little bitter due to the fact that he was the one stuck cooking dinner tonight.

Sam took a seat at the kitchen table watching Bucky cook, his sun kissed skin glistened in the light and his shoulder length brown locks swayed as he moved around the stove.

“Mom hasn't hassled you to cut your hair?” Sam questioned.

Bucky started growing his hair out fairly recently, he used to sport a short buzz, though ever since Sam mentioned how much he liked Bucky's hair a little longer he stopped going to the barber with their father.

“Nah, she gave up a month ago, told her I'd trim the edges every once in a while.” Bucky turned towards Sam and smiled, his bright blue eyes beamed towards Sam's direction. “Why? Ya’ like it?” Bucky snickered, his cheeks were tinged a bright pink. Sam usually blames it on the Louisiana sun as Bucky was never particularly good with the heat.

Sam hummed in response, he couldn't help himself as he stood up and began to crowd Bucky's personal space. He started teasing Bucky, poking his arms and pinching his butt. It was a playful fight, Sam trying his hardest to grab the spatula from Bucky's nimble fingers, he pressed the younger's body against the stove, pinning Bucky's to the surface.

“S-sam!” Bucky gasped trying his best to struggle out of Sam's strong grasp. “Get off!” Bucky yelled in a playful way, their parents found their play fights annoying and childish, but Sam found them exhilarating.

“Uh-oh you're gonna burn the eggs, Buck!” Sam teased and grabbed both of Bucky's wrists pinning them to behind his back.

He looked down at Bucky, his smaller body struggled under his weight. Sam pressed his pelvis to Bucky's plump backside, smirking as he easily overpowered his younger brother. He was thankful that he wasn't hard, he couldn't possibly fathom what he'd do if Bucky found out his feelings for him.

“If you wanna eat tonight you better let go.” Bucky turned his head to the side and gazed up at his brother. His blues eyes were pleading in defeat asking Sam silently to let him go.

“Nah I don't feel like eating.” Sam chuckled and gripped Bucky's wrists tighter, torturing the younger's skin. Sam watched Bucky's wrists bunch together, the skin was an angry red, eventually he'd hoped it'll turn purple.

“S-sam off now!” Bucky cried out, his voice cracked in panic and confusion. His body shook in frustration as his muscles quivered in exhaustion.

“Alright, alright.” Sam chuckled and released his little brother. He put his hands up as if signaling he's innocent in the situation.

Sam looked Bucky up and down, checking out his sweaty body. Though his eyes were quickly fixated on the prominent bulge Bucky was sporting in his gym shorts.

“I-it's not what it looks like Sam.” Bucky's cheeks were still tinged pink, though his beautiful blue eyes were glossed over almost as if he was about to cry. “I can explain…”

Sam was quiet as he watched his little brother panic. He felt a wave of relief wash over his body, his feelings about his brother weren't completely wrong, it seems Bucky possibly reciprocated them.

“Buck, shit.” Sam looked deep into those familiar blue eyes, he didn't back away from Bucky, instead he leaned in closer. “You feel that way too?”

“W-what?” Bucky looked baffled at the revelation.

“Do you like me Buck?” Sam questioned, biting his lip, waiting patiently for his brother's response.

Bucky averted his gaze as his body stiffened under Sam's hungry stare. His older brother was standing over him crowding him onto the stove, blocking all ways of escape.

“If I say yes will you tell mom and dad?” Bucky said, looking at Sam with a questioning gaze.

“Now why would I do that?” Sam chuckled as he moved his hand off the stove and onto Bucky's slim waist.

“Cause it's fucked up.” Bucky was hesitant to speak, his tone filled with uncertainty.

“What are you talking about?”

Sam and Bucky seemed to have very different opinions on the situation. On one hand Sam was relieved and excited about this new found revelation, Bucky likes Sam and Sam likes Bucky this is a good thing. But Bucky wasn't so relieved, he was scared and distraught that Sam found out his feelings.

“Sam this isn't right, you're my brother.” Bucky crumpled in Sam's arms; he was now crying as he tried to even out his breathing.

“Not by blood Buck.” Sam laughed as his little brother fought against his conscience. “Shit this is good news.” Sam smiled trying to pick his brother up off the ground.

“No it's not Sam we're both fucked in the head!” Bucky fought against Sam's grasp, trying his hardest to free himself.

“You're adorable Buck, here let me help you.” Sam couldn't help but smile as he adjusted Bucky back into his standing position. He wiped away the stray tears running down his baby brother's cheeks.

“Don't say shit like that Sam.” Bucky pushed Sam away and turned off the stove. He tried his hardest to recollect himself after his little anxiety attack. “Just let it go Sam.” Bucky retreated upstairs into the pair's shared bedroom.

Sam gave Bucky five minutes to compose himself before he decided to venture up the stairs into their room. When he entered Bucky was face down on his bed, tiny sobs and whimpers could be heard from the brunette.

“Hey Buck.” Sam tried to take a caring approach, he often doesn't show this side to Bucky, he much prefers to tease and hassle the younger boy. But this situation is different and requires a softer approach. “Everything alright?” It's a stupid question, Sam knows everything's not okay, but at this moment it's the only question he could think of.

“No Sam, everything is not okay!” Bucky sat up and turned towards Sam. “I'm in love with my own brother! How fucked up is that?”

Sam chuckled, if Bucky was fucked up then so is he.

“Buck, it's normal to have these feelings.” Sam tried his best to reassure the younger boy. “I love you too.” Sam confessed hoping that his confession will ease Bucky's panicked mind.

“You don't mean that.” Bucky sniffled as he tried his best to speak in coherent sentences.

“I do Buck, I've loved you for years now.” Sam inched closer and closer to Bucky's bed waiting for the younger to invite him into his space.

“When?” Bucky asked.

“Well, I don't know. You were maybe ten?” Sam laughed, smiling brightly at the distressed teen trying his best to ease Bucky's thoughts. “It was summer break and I was going through puberty. You were wearing a white shirt while playing on the slip and slide outside. I popped a boner as soon as I saw through your wet shirt.” Bucky laughed and wiped his face with his forearm.

“You're joking.” Bucky looked at Sam admiring his dark brown eyes.

“I'd never joke about this Buck.” Sam's voice was deeper than normal when he responded to Bucky.

“Mine was when you entered high school.” Bucky began to speak, reminiscing on his fond memories. “You joined the football team and started working out like crazy. My twelve year-old brain couldn't handle how fast you gained muscle, I couldn't even look at you without blushing.” Bucky laughed at his ridiculous memories, he looked breathtaking as he beamed his large smile towards Sam.

“I did gain a lot of muscle really fast.” Sam laughed alongside his brother, he was happy that Bucky felt the same way.

The two stared at each other unsure of what to do next, Sam was waiting for Bucky to speak and vise-versa. The room was dark, though the setting sun still pierced through the dark blue curtains, illuminating Bucky's bright blue eyes.

“C'mere.” Bucky said, opening up his arms, inviting Sam in for a hug.

Sam moved fast, basically jumping into Bucky's embrace with enthusiasm. He wrapped his strong arms around Bucky's neck, one hand holding his head, gripping onto the long brown strands. The two stared into each other's eyes, both waiting for the other to make the first move. Bucky was shy and often hid from flirtatious situations, Sam's seen it many times, the younger was popular with the ladies, but Bucky was awkward and often ran away when things got too real. Sam on the other hand basked in the spotlight, his bright personality could light up a room, but whenever the situation involves Bucky the pit in his stomach curls and twists making it hard for him to speak.

“Bucky.” Sam sighed, voice breathless as he stared at Bucky's face.

Sam leaned in seeking Bucky's plush pink lips, the younger complied and met Sam halfway, locking their lips together in an innocent kiss. Sam led the kiss, opening his mouth and using his tongue to lick at Bucky's lower lip as if asking for permission to enter. Bucky complied and opened his mouth, meeting Sam's tongue in a hot and messy frenzy. Sam went from leaning over Bucky to pressing his full body onto his younger brother. Sam gathered Bucky's bruised wrists into his hands and pinned them onto the mattress, allowing him to have full control of the pliant teen.

“Sam! Slow down.” Bucky broke free from Sam's lips, his cheeks were now a bright red and his breaths were labored. “I Haven't done this before.” Bucky admitted in an apologetic tone.

“Shit really?” Sam questioned, sounding surprised at Bucky's confession. “You've never kissed or had sex?” Sam asked curious as to how innocent his baby brother truly is.

“B-both.” Bucky couldn't help but stutter in embarrassment.

“Fuck.” Sam smiled in triumph, he's going to defile his brother's innocence. Sam feels disgusted by his thoughts and by the fact that he's happy his brother is a virgin.

Sam released Bucky's hands from his hold, opting instead to be gentle with his little brother. He doesn't wanna scare him away, instead he wants to so desperately watch Bucky whimper, moan and crumple under him in pleasure.

“I'll take good care of'ya Buck, I promise.” Sam smiled trying his best to reassure his innocent little brother. “Have you ever touched yourself?” Sam wanted to know just how much Bucky had tried.

“Yeah you idiot!” Bucky blushed, clearly not wanting to have this conversation with his older brother.

“In your ass?” Sam asked with ease almost like he's done this before.

Bucky was quiet, contemplating whether to tell the truth or not. He has of course, though it feels wrong to admit something so taboo, especially to his older brother and he certainly won't admit that each time he touched himself he thought of Sam.

“Yes…” Bucky was quick with his response, trying his best to keep his composure. “But it doesn't really feel like anything.” Bucky admitted, he's tried it plenty of times though each time he can't seem to reach what he was looking for.

Sam smiled at Bucky, shaking his head in an endearing way, chuckling at the situation.

“I can reach that sweet spot for'ya Buck.” Sam watched as Bucky's body physically shook from his words. His baby brother wanted his hard cock so bad that he'd beg on his hands and knees for it.

“R-really?” Bucky sounded shocked that Sam was willing to go that far with him.

“Of course I've been wanting to do this for a while now.” Sam confessed smiling as he walked to his night stand to grab his own bottle of lube.

Bucky felt like he was on cloud nine, his stomach coiled in excitement and nervousness. He's never had anyone touch him intimately before, his eagerness got the better of him. He quickly lifted his pelvis and rid himself of his shorts and underwear leaving him in just his large hoodie. When Sam turned around he gasped at Bucky's naked form. His little brother laid naked from the waist down, adorned in only his large hand-me-down sweater that used to be his own. If Sam wasn't hard before he sure is now.

“Excited?” Sam questioned, he couldn't help but let out a deep chuckle once he was finished speaking.

“Yeah...” Bucky replied, his puppy dog eyes pleading with his brother to hurry up and touch him.

“Shit Buck, you look so hot.” Sam grabbed his own mouth, trying his hardest to hide the mischievous smirk plastered on his face. “Gonna be a good boy for me?” Sam watched as Bucky's hips swayed, enticing the elder to touch his body.

“Yeah.” Bucky replied. “How do you want me?”

“On your hands and knees.”

Bucky was quick to comply, flipping his body over as fast as he could, lifting his plump ass in the ass for his brother to see.

“Knew you had a perfect ass.” Sam has seen Bucky naked plenty of times, he knew his butt was perfect, but he never vocalized it. “How many can you take?” Sam asked out of curiosity, he was going to get three in no matter what.

“Fingers?” Bucky asked, not exactly grasping the question.

“Yeah.” Sam sighed as he kneed the tender flesh.

“I was hoping your cock could fit in there.” Bucky looked back at Sam and gave him a sultry smirk.

“As you wish.” Sam said while pouring the cool slick onto his fingers and Bucky's tight pink hole. The pale body recoiled when he felt the lube touch his sensitive rim.

“S-sam.” Bucky sounded shocked as Sam's calloused fingers traced his virgin hole.

Sam was silent, concentrating intently on not hurting Bucky as he pushed his first digit into the wet cavern. His baby brother's hole gave slight resistance as he pushed his finger in further, warmth enveloped his digit. The lube allowed him to glide easily inside Bucky's hungry hole.

“Oh my god.” Bucky sighed in relief once the finger was fully inside his ass. He bowed his back as Sam pushed his finger in deeper, twisting the lone digit while he moved in patterns. “Sammy, it feels good!”

Sam couldn't help but smirk at the old nickname, Bucky hasn't called him that in years.

“Yeah? Want another finger baby?” Sam opted to use a pet name of his own, hoping Bucky will find it sexy.

“Mmmhhh!” Bucky responded, almost pleading with the elder to stretch his rim further.

Sam complied and brought a second digit to the wet hole, pushing his middle finger into the tight cavern. Bucky shook in pleasure as his brother pushed his digits back and fourth, searching desperately for Bucky's prostate.

“Mom and dad are gonna be so disappointed in you Buck, letting your older brother pop your cherry. What would they think?” Sam has experience with dirty talk, oftentimes he couldn't keep quiet when there was someone withering under him. Though he's only trying this to see if Bucky will reciprocate.

“F-fuck Sam!” Bucky whimpered when he heard Sam spew those filthy words to him. He was ashamed to say that it made him extremely horny. “Can't let them know I'm a dirty slut for my big brother.”

“That's right Buck, you're my slut.” Sam said while smacking his brother's perfectly round ass.

It was a gentle smack but it still made Bucky's inside clench in pleasure. Sam's fingers were now moving in and out of his hole, once in a while he'd angle them down just enough to scrape onto those pleasurable bundle of nerves. Bucky screamed in pleasure when Sam first touched that small mound hidden deep in his hole, he was never able to find his G-spot but Sam found it in five minutes.

“M-more!” Bucky panted as Sam quickened his pace, finally adding in his third finger stretching his brother wider than he's ever been before. “Oh Sammy! Yes!” Bucky's body shook with pleasure as Sam thrusted his fingers into the wet awaiting hole.

“Want my cock?” Sam asked, smirking as he watched his baby brother quiver in ecstasy.

“Yes please!” Bucky was practically begging, drool seeping out of his mouth as he spoke.

Sam manhandled Bucky, bringing him off his hands and knees, putting the younger man onto his back. Sam lifted Bucky's legs up onto his defined shoulders, giving the elder ample access to his brother's sobbing wet cavern.

“Fuck Bucky your gonna be good for me?” Sam questioned while rubbing his cock in lube. “Gonna open up nice and wide for me?”

“Y-yes! I'll be a good boy!”

Sam smirked at Bucky, he lined up his hard shaft with the virgin hole, pushing slightly to test the give. It was tight, Sam began to think he wouldn't get inside without hurting his precious little brother.

“S-sam!” Bucky gasped as he felt the hard cock poke at his puckered hole, opening slightly for the large shaft.

“Mmmm, feels good baby, already got the tip in.” Sam smiled down at Bucky while stroking those beautiful brown locks.

“More! Sammy put it all in!” Bucky pleaded with the elder, patience gave way to pleasure.

Sam clinched his jaw as he slowly slid inside, he couldn't help the long sigh he let out when he was finally fully sheathed inside his brother. Bucky was incredibly tight and warm, his walls gripping impossibly tight on Sam's shaft, pulsating with each breath and whimper he took.

“Holy fuck.” Sam sighed in pleasure as he felt his dick twitch in content. “You feel so good baby.”

Bucky was a mess of pain and pleasure, his walls were stretched incredibly wide to the point that it felt like too much, but every time Sam slightly shifted his body, the large cock rubbed Bucky's prostate, giving the younger a rush of pleasure.

“Oh Sammy!” Bucky cried while grabbing at Sam's large biceps, kneading the muscle to keep him grounded.

“I'm gonna move Bucky, is that okay?”

“Y-yes please!” Bucky was torn between pain and pleasure, but he's sure that Sam will make him feel incredible.

Sam complied, grabbing Bucky's fleshy hips and thrusting slowly but deliberately, trying his best to angle his own pelvis in a way so that his cock would hit Bucky's sweet spot. He leaned down seeking Bucky's plump lips, kissing the younger man passionately, opening his mouth, licking and sucking on Bucky's entrance.

“My god Buck, so good!” Sam couldn't help but be vocal, he wanted the whole damn town to know that he was having his way with Bucky. “So tight for me.” Sam smiled as he took in Bucky's debauched face.

“It feels so good Sam!” Bucky cried, tears streaming down his pink cheeks falling onto the soft fabric of his bed. “M'gonna cum, Sammy!” Bucky confessed, meeting Sam's thrusts with tiny thrusts of his own.

“Cum for me Buck.” Sam clinched his jaw as he watched his little brother wither under him.

“Oh!” Bucky's back curved as he came in long strides, painting his oversize hoodie white with his own cum. “Inside Sammy, cum inside me!”

Bucky's body twitched with every hard thrust from Sam, he was so close to filling up his little brother completely. Sam was huffing in exhaustion over Bucky's pliant body, trying his hardest to reach his own end. Bucky's rim clinched and pulsated around Sam's meaty shaft, sending the elder into a frantic frenzy, thrusting incredibly fast as he was chasing his own pleasure.

“Fuck, Bucky!” Sam toppled over Bucky, coming incredibly hard and deep inside his little brother's wet hole.

Sam removed his large shaft from Bucky's used cavern, white liquid poured from the stretched hole, pooling down onto the once clean sheets.

“Sammy, you can't tell mom and dad.” Bucky said, innocent blue eyes pleading with his elder brother.

Sam smiled, wondering if he should torture his younger brother and tell him he's gonna snitch.

“I fucked you Bucky, why would I tell them?” Sam snickered, watching as Bucky's face contorted in relief.

“Just don't wanna lose you.” Bucky replied, getting up and sitting on his older brother's lap.

Sam kissed Bucky's forehead, trying his hardest to reassure his baby brother that no one will tear them apart.

“Nobody could ever take you away from me.” Sam said aggressively. “Not even mom and dad.”

Bucky smiled while nuzzling into Sam's warm body, finding comfort in his older brother's loving embrace.

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This situation wasn't exactly ideal, Sam decided that he was gonna be a good friend and search for The Winter Soldier while Steve was recovering from his fall off of the helicarrier he and Bucky were fighting on. He thought he was being nice, looking out for his best friend by searching for his long time pal. However he now found himself tied and gagged in an abandoned warehouse by none other than The Winter Soldier himself. At least he found who he was looking for, though the one downside is he probably won't be making it out alive.

He watched as The Winter Soldier paced around the dim building, the soldier still wearing his black tac vest and those perfectly tight cargo pants that Sam's always seen him in. It's only been four days since the helicarrier battle, Sam figured if he went looking sooner rather than later he would find Bucky before he left the country. Though what he did not consider was The Winter Soldier climbing through his window late at night and abducting him right out of his bed.

Bucky stopped in place and glanced at Sam with a questioning look. Sam was confused himself, it's not like he could exactly speak with the gag wrapped tightly around his mouth.

The soldier spoke in Russian, his tone filled with malice while those bright blue eyes stared daggers towards Sam. He couldn't quite think of what to do, so he opted on shaking his head in disagreement, trying his best to tell Bucky that he doesn't understand Russian. The soldier grunted and walked up to Sam, unseathing his knife and cutting the gag off his face. Sam didn't realize he was hyperventilating until the gag was removed from his mouth, he tried his best to even out his breathing while licking his chapped lips.

“Who are you?” The soldier asked in an accusatory tone, seemingly not remembering him from their previous fight on the plane.

Sam hasn't quite composed himself yet, still panicked by the entire situation. His breathing labored while tears fell from his eyes, undoubtedly scared out of his mind. This seemed to anger the soldier, metal arm slamming down onto the concrete right by Sam's leg.

“Answer me!” Bucky huffed, shuffling closer towards Sam, grabbing the captives jaw in a tight hold.

“S-steve.” It was still incredibly hard for Sam to form full sentences as his panic finally seemed to subside. His body still shook with fear as he watched the soldier closely trying to gauge just what was going to happen.

“Mission.” Bucky replied, staring deep into Sam's eyes trying to intimidate the poor victim.

“No, not a mission. Just trying to help a friend.” Sam smiled when he thought of Steve. The elder was so adamant on saving Bucky that he told Sam every little detail of his life in the forties. From what Sam could gather before all the brain washing, Bucky was an extremely caring and loyal friend, always seeking Steve out to make sure the sickly teen was safe. But now the contrast is striking, that caring man was no more, now replaced by a weapon set to kill anything Hydra deemed dangerous.

“Friend…” The soldier pondered that word almost as if he knew it deep down in his heart. “We're friends?” Bucky asked curiously, head tilting in confusion.

“Not us, you were friends with Steve.” Sam replied, hoping that at least his name will spark something in The Asset. “A long time ago.” Sam added.

“Steve…” The soldier stood once more and placed his gloved hands onto his hips.

Sam couldn't help but notice his belt is still fully equipped with grenades, knives and guns, all readily available for use.

“Your name is James, but apparently you went by Bucky.” Sam explains, trying his best to keep his mind off of the various weapons the soldier held in his possession. “You were in the war and fell from a moving train.” Sam's eyes were fixated on a particular grenade; the one in question was pink and seemed to hold some type of gas.

The Winter Soldier was quick to recoil at the last statement, blue eyes growing wide at the very words coming out of Sam's mouth. He's a weapon not a person, he has no memories, he's Hydra's fist.

“Shut up.” The soldier mummered, body shaking in distress.

Sam did as he was told, sitting in silence as The Asset tried his best to collect himself from the previous outburst, though his metal hand started short-circuiting, possibly due to his emotions. Suddenly the fake hand swung up into the air rotating in a circular motion hitting that pink grenade Sam was eyeing earlier. He watched as the canister fell, pin slipping out of its hole, releasing the unknown gas.

“H-hey soldier!” Sam panicked, his heart throbbed as he tried his best to speak, what kind of gas is this? Could it possibly be deadly?

The soldier didn't respond to Sam, but the shock on his face was evident, he quickly kicked the grenade down the hall of the warehouse, allowing it to release its gas at a safe distance.

“Ugh!” Bucky covered his mouth, coughing at the offending vapor.

Sam prayed that this substance wasn't deadly.

“D-don't breathe.” The soldier said as he approached the restrained man in tiny steps, clearly not trying to scare his victim.

Sam nodded, holding in his breath, he couldn't help but flinch as Bucky reached behind himself to grab that black mask he wore on the freeway, putting it on Sam.

“What are you-” Sam was baffled at the soldiers actions, clearly if this gas was toxic he wouldn't care about his victim and would've simply just left him to die.

“Mmmm!” The soldier shifted in what seemed to be pain once he finally got the mask onto Sam.

“H-hey! You don't have one for yourself?” Sam asked, perplexed by his kidnappers actions.

Bucky shook his head, looking at Sam longingly.

“What kind of gas is it?” Sam was almost afraid of his question, was Bucky about to go on a murderous rampage and kill him?

“I-it's used to sedate m-me…To make me listen.” The soldier fell to his knees, body covered in sweat.

“Does it hurt?”

“N-no…”

Sam was even more confused, The Winter Soldier wasn't in any sort of pain, yet he was on his knees, head bowed, body completely pliant. Upon further examination, Sam noticed a slight tint in Bucky's cargo pants, he was hard.

“Oh.” Sam couldn't help but laugh at this unexpected situation. “That's…” He quickly frowned at the implications of this gas, had Bucky been used for other purposes other than murder?

The soldier glanced towards Sam, blue eyes analyzing his captive, watching his prey intently. He crawled towards Sam on hands and knees, stopping right next to Sam's bound legs, once more looking at the captive, his gaze questioning.

“So it's that kinda gas, huh.” Sam wasn't sure what else to say. Does Bucky want help with that very prominent bulge?

His question was quickly answered when Bucky moved both his hands to Sam's pajama pants, undoing the draw-string and pulling the fabric down his muscular legs. It was no surprise that Sam was hard already. He did find Bucky extremely attractive, it was something he never told anyone, especially not Steve. That feisty walk, those tight black clothes, and his luscious long hair all attributed to Sam's little forbidden crush on The Winter Soldier, but he would never admit it.

“H-hey maybe we shouldn't.” Sam tried his best to get the soldier to stand down and not follow through with these actions. “You're not in your right mind.”

Bucky didn't listen, quickly ridding Sam of his pants. Now he was working on his own, undoing the various buckles and clamps littered throughout his trousers, pulling down both his pants and underwear with practiced ease.

“Fuck.” Sam sighed as he looked at Bucky's pretty pink cock pulsating in want. Little dribbles of pre-cum ran down his length, falling onto the cold concrete, making a small puddle.

The soldier climbed onto Sam's lap, straddling the captive man. Both of his pale legs caged Sam in not allowing any movement from Sam whatsoever.

“Mmmm.” Bucky released a quiet moan.

Sam watched as the soldier licked his fingers, wetting the fleshy skin. Bucky then kissed the mask that covered his mouth, blue eyes analyzing Sam's for any type of reaction.

“You really wanna do this?” Sam questioned, though he clearly didn't have a choice if Bucky wanted it he was most certainly gonna do it.

The soldier nodded enthusiastically, moving his own hand from his mouth down to his ass, rubbing and prodding at his tight hole.

“Mmmhh!” Bucky moaned as he breached his own rear, one finger fitting snugly into his ass.

Sam watched in awe, he was definitely surprised to see Bucky taking it up the behind, Sam was certain he'd be the one to be taking it.

“Fuck, your so pretty Bucky.” Sam praised the pliant man as he opened himself up.

“Don't call me that!” Bucky was quick to respond, using his metal arm to grasp Sam's neck not putting too much pressure on the meaty jugular, but just enough to get Sam's blood boiling.

“What should I call you then? Princess?” Sam joked, seeing that Bucky clearly had restraint when it came to Sam.

“Soldat.” Bucky corrected Sam, blue eyes glaring at his tied victim.

“Okay, soldat.” Sam grinned under the mask, thankful that Bucky wasn't able to see his snicker.

The soldier was back to concentrating on himself, allowing another finger to breach his rim, stretching his hole even further. Though it seemed the soldier was content with just two, he sat up and hovered his face over Sam's cock, spitting on the fleshy girth.

“O-oh!” Sam moaned when he felt Bucky's spit drip down his cock, wetting the once dry bulge.

Soldat was quiet once more, moving his hips into the air, lining up his prepped hole with Sam's large penis. In one motion Bucky's hole stretched around Sam's cock, wrapping the hungry meat in a warm embrace.

“Oh! Mmmm!” Bucky moaned in pleasure once he was completely seated on the hard phallus. “Your name?” Bucky asked, wanting to make the experience as enjoyable as he could.

“S-Sam.”

“Oh Sam!” Bucky cried as he began to move up and down on Sam's fat cock.

His metal hand still gripped Sam's tender neck, holding his throat in an assertive yet caring way, while the other hand was placed onto Sam's defined deltoid, kneading the squishy flesh while he rode the captive man with practiced ease.

“My god soldat, you're so tight!” Sam found it hard to speak with the black metal mask around his face, though it wasn't impossible, his voice was just slightly muffled.

“Mmm! Feels good!” Bucky responded, dropping his ass down onto Sam's thighs, pale skin turning red with each slap of flesh.

"Untie me soldat, let me help you.” Sam asked, though he doubts Bucky will comply, he was perfectly content with being tied, but he knew he could make Bucky feel ten times better if he wasn't.

“No!” The soldier squeezed Sam's neck tighter not liking the order being given.

Bucky sped up his movements, riding Sam's cock at speeds he's never felt before. With each thrust Bucky angled it right onto his sweet spot, pleasure zipping through his body, causing his metal arm to spasm.

“Gonna make me cum, oh my god!” Sam tried to throw his head back in pleasure but was met with the cold hard pillar he was currently tied to.

With that revelation Bucky seemed to go even faster than before, gripping Sam's shoulder for leverage, as he searched desperately for his and Sam's orgasms.

“Sam!” The soldier called out, cock twitching once, twice, then spewing long white ropes all over his black tac vest.

“Cumming!” Sam followed suit, cock buried deep inside Bucky's tight wet hole, cum painting his pink fleshy walls white.

The pair sat in silence as they tried to catch their breaths, chests heaving, while sweat dripped down their bodies. Bucky was first to move, undoing the ropes that bound Sam onto the concrete pole, he helped his captive pull his pj's back up his legs, blue eyes gazing in forgiveness towards his victim.

“Don't give me that puppy-dog look.” Sam chuckled, bringing his hand up towards his face, removing the mask and giving it back to Bucky. “You still took me from my home, I'll remember this.” Sam pointed his finger accusingly towards the soldier.

Bucky nodded, pulling up his own pants and buckling his belt once more.

“Romania.” Bucky simply said, before bidding Sam a goodbye. Walking out of the warehouse, leaving Sam confused at the statement.

“Romania?” Sam huffed under his breath, still confused.

When consulting with Steve later, he figured out that Bucky told him where he's heading to.

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Bucky wasn't one to really dress up for sex, in fact it never really crossed his mind, but having Sam as a partner has opened his mind up to many new things, though he wasn't expecting to find himself searching online for the right size of school uniform for him to wear in the bedroom.

It was an off handed question, Sam asked about Bucky's life back in Brooklyn before the war and happened to ask about his school life, Buck mentioned the classes he took and how Steve could barely fit in his high school uniform. This seemed to intrigue Sam, mentioning quietly that he'd so desperately wished to see what Bucky looked like all dolled up in his school boy uniform.

Now here he sat in Sarah's house using her wifi to find a school uniform that closely resembled his one from back in the day. They were all so similar in colour and cut, but he couldn't quite find those black and red plaid pants, with his black vest, and that familiar cute matching red and black tie he used to wear so often. He had to settle for black pants and a navy blue knitted vest, with a matching navy blue and black striped tie, it just so happens there's a random school's emblem on the breast as well. The total was for too much for a single use of a school uniform to wear to make his boyfriend horny, but he pressed purchase anyways, shipping claiming to be in four to seven days, excitement swept through him as he saw the confirmed purchase page, praying that he'll be the one to accept the delivery and not Sam or Sarah.

Bucky never mentioned the uniform to Sam, he wanted it to be a surprise, after all it can be their little victory celebration for taking down the Flag Smashers together.

Sarah ended up being the one to accept the delivery, signing for the package with a questioning brow. Bucky was notified that the package was dropped off and quickly made his way downstairs the stairs meeting Sarah in the kitchen.

“It's illegal to open someone else's mail.” Bucky laughed as he caught Sarah holding a knife to the tape plastered on the box.

“Bucky, you've been staying here for months now and I've never seen you get even one piece of mail. Now you're getting packages?” Sarah shook her head trying to find the best way to talk herself out of being caught red handed.

“What? A guy can't do something online shopping?” Bucky smiled, stepping through the corridor and entered the kitchen, grabbing the parcel from Sarah.

“Didn't even know you knew how to shop online.” Sam snickered, walking into the kitchen from outside, just having got done with his outdoor tasks.

“Yeah, I'm a hundred years old I get it.” Bucky felt warm as he bickered with the Wilson's, he hasn't felt this way since hanging with Steve just before the war.

“A hundred and seven.” Sam corrected.

“Right.” Bucky laughed, snapping his fingers trying his best to pretend he forgot his true age.

“Well I'm sorry I was about to open your package Buck.” Sarah looked a little frazzled as she spoke to Bucky. “Just a little curious is all.” She said, once more trying to justify her actions.

Bucky simply smiled and shook his head in reassurance, it's really not a problem, under different circumstances he wouldn't mind, but it just so happens this parcel is a little too embarrassing to be opened by somebody other than himself. Sam glanced at his boyfriend trying to articulate Bucky's emotions, he's normally bubbly and caring around his sister, but today he's a little weird, cheeks tinged pink and body jittery.

“You alright Buck?” Sam saw right through Bucky's little act, he wasn't mad at Sarah, but embarrassed, what exactly was in this parcel?

“I'm great!” Bucky's jaw cliched when he glanced at Sam, he stood in silence for a second then decided to send Sam his signature awkward toothy smile that he only ever saw when Bucky's meets new people.

“Well the boys and I are going into town for their friends' birthday barbecue, I'll be out late so don't wait up.” Sarah mentioned off handedly, seeming to catch Bucky's intentions.

“We weren't invited?” Sam asked, scoffing as if he was offended by not being invited to a nine-year-olds party.

“No.” Sarah said pointingly, quickly gathering her things and calling the boys down. “Have fun.” She said to Bucky, leaning into his space and grabbing his metal arm, giving it a reassuring rub.

“Trying to steal my boyfriend?” Sam asked in an accusatory tone.

Sarah laughed while leaving the house, the two boys trailing not far behind as they hopped into her large truck and sped away from the seaside house.

“So what's in the box?” Sam questioned, walking up to Bucky and grabbing hold of his boyfriends slender waist.

“Surprise.” Bucky replied, still carrying the large parcel.

“When do I get to see this so-called surprise?” Sam asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Bucky chuckled as he ran up the stairs, heading directly into the washroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Such a tease.” Sam sighed as clicked his teeth together in annoyance.

Bucky opened the parcel, gazing at the fabric inside, it was incredibly soft to the touch and there were even socks included. He heard Sam shifting outside of the bathroom, likely curious as to know just what Bucky purchased.

“Open the damn door, Buck.” Sam chuckled trying his luck on the locked door, jiggling the knob, trying his best to break in.

“No, you gotta wait.” Bucky replied in a playful tone.

He began undressing from his clothes, grabbing the school boy uniform and putting it on. It was scary how perfectly it fit him, though he does look a lot older than he looked back in the day, but he couldn't lie to himself, this uniform made him look hot.

“Be a good boy and wait for me in the bedroom.” Bucky snickered through the door, shooing his boyfriend away so he could build up the courage to act like a student.

“Alright, alright.” Sam complied, walking down the corridor to their shared bedroom.

Bucky glanced at himself in the mirror, smiling as he met his own blue eyes. He looked slightly younger all dressed up, but the small patches of gray in his stubble gave away his true age.

“You can do this.” Bucky whispered, hitting his cheeks lightly for confidence. “You have sex with Sam all the time! How is this any different?” He asked himself, stomach coiling with anxiety, for a brief moment he even felt like throwing up.

“Bucky! Hurry up! I'm rock hard just waiting to see what my surprise is!” Sam yelled from down the hall, not exactly caring if anyone could hear his ridiculous statement.

Bucky took one more look at himself and blushed, he felt stupid, will Sam really like this?

“Coming!” Bucky replied, too late to back down now.

The walk down the hallway felt longer than usual, Bucky's breathing felt heavy as he made his way through the familiar corridor. He could hear Sam shifting on their shared mattress, leg bouncing up and down on the hard wood floor in anticipation. The old house creaked with each step Bucky took, clothed feet helping mask the sound of his footsteps slightly.

“Made me wait long enough-holy shit.” Sam watched as Bucky entered their bedroom, dressed in what he could only describe as a private school uniform. “Bucky-” Sam tried to find something to say, though he was breathless.

“Sir, I'm sorry I missed class.” Bucky began his act, trying his hardest to not laugh as he spoke. “How can I make it up to you?” He managed to finish his little act without any slip ups.

Sam pondered what to do, should he make Bucky come sit on his lap or have him get on his knees and suck him off? He decided on the ladder, wanting to see his man on full display.

“C'mere.” He said motion to Bucky. “Sit on my lap.”

Sam perked up as he watched Bucky walk towards the bed, he was baffled, Bucky decided on his own volition to buy a school uniform and wear it as a surprise for him.

“W-what are you gonna do, sir?” Bucky asked politely, face looking so innocent as he watched Sam decide what they were gonna do.

Sam stayed quiet, instead of talking he opted to help Bucky onto his lap, allowing the older man to straddle his denim clad thighs.

“Damn Buck, I just said I would've liked to see you back in the day.” Sam chuckled, ignoring Bucky's question completely. “Didn't think you'd go and buy one.” Sam looked the brunette up and down, basking in the view of his handsome boyfriend.

“You don't like it?” Bucky questioned, face contorted in worry, he couldn't help as heat rushed to his cheeks in embarrassment.

“Bucky.” Sam chuckled, grabbing Bucky's thighs, rubbing the tight dress pants. “I love it.” Sam smiled while looking Bucky in the eyes.

An audible sigh could be heard releasing deep from Bucky's chest, Sam felt his boyfriend's rigid body relax in his hold. Bucky was an anxious person by heart, Steve told Sam that Bucky never was before all the Hydra brainwashing, so these insecurities are more recent.

“Why would I not like it?” Sam questioned, though not giving Bucky time to respond. “My boyfriend looks sexy all dolled up in his school uniform.” Sam laughed, grabbing Bucky's toned waist, kneading the tender flesh.

Bucky visibly blushed at Sam's statement, he's been called such things by Sam before, many times for that matter, but this time feels different. Bucky felt Sam's prominent hard-on pushing against his thigh, he watched Sam's face contort in pleasure as he swayed his hips, pelvis rubbing against Sam's clothed cock.

“Oh, Bucky.” Sam sighed, grip tightening around Bucky's fleshy hips, encouraging the elder to continue his movements.

Feeling emboldened, Bucky began to thrust his hips, dry-humping his boyfriend, clothed cocks rubbing together in frantic knocks.

“Mmmm.” Bucky moaned lowly, feeling his length rubbing on Sam's hard jeans. “S-sam!” Bucky gasped, as Sam's free hand ventured to his neck tie, pulling it out of the knitted vest and wrapping it around his large hand.

“Don't ever miss my class again.” Sam scolded Bucky, bringing back Bucky's previous role play. “Being such a bad boy.” He used his other hand to slap Bucky's ass.

“Oh!” Bucky's stomach churned in pleasure when he felt Sam's meaty palm hit his clothed butt, the tie around his neck was pulled tighter, slightly constructing his airway.

“C'mon Buck, rub my cock.”

Bucky complied, continuing his circular movements, dicks rubbing against each other through their constricting fabric.

“Yeah, good boy.” Sam couldn't help but praise his boyfriend, usually Bucky was so bratty he wouldn't listen to a word he'd say, though probably due to the uniform, Bucky was uncharacteristically submissive.

Bucky huffed, body shaking in pleasure as he rocked his hips against Sam, he didn't want to admit it but he was thoroughly enjoying his new uniform, he felt young again rubbing against Sam's cock, feeling like he could cum in his pants.

“Sammy fuck!” Bucky cursed, throwing his head back in pleasure as he controlled the pace of his thrusts.

Sam chuckled, tugging on the tie tighter trying to get Bucky to look at him once more. He kneed at Bucky's hip, running his hand down to Bucky's plump rear, slapping the clothed ass once more.

“Gonna cum in your pants, Buck?” Sam teased, bringing his boyfriend closer to his face, quickly kissing those pretty pink lips.

“Y-yes!” Bucky cried out in pleasure, thighs shaking from exhaustion as he tried his best to reach his climax.

“Fuck, gonna ruin that cute little uniform if you do.” Sam was amazed that Bucky was feeling so good, usually it takes a lot more foreplay to rile his stoic boyfriend up.

“Oh Sammy!” Bucky came, hips stuttering as he painted his tight boxers white, liquid seeping through his undies and messily soaking his new uniform pants.

Sam gasped at the sight, he's never seen his boyfriend look so desperate in his life, he checked over Bucky's body once more, gazing at his slutty frame clad in that school uniform. Biting his lip, Sam grabbed Bucky's waist with both hands, bringing his hard cock closer to Bucky's now flaccid member, rubbing his restricted phallus up onto Bucky's inner thigh.

“God, Bucky!” Sam huffed, using all of his strength to rut up onto Bucky's thigh. “Such a pretty thing, all dressed up nice and proper.” Sam's breathing was uneven as he himself was close to his orgasm.

Bucky began moving his pelvis again, wanting to help Sam chase his high, he nuzzled his head into Sam's neck, kissing and marking the dark skin around his ear.

“Cum for me Sam.” Bucky sighed, biting Sam's ear teasingly, letting out little whimpers as he allowed Sam to use his body.

With a tiny groan Sam came, hips stuttering as he released into his own boxers, the semen leaving a wet spot on his jeans.

“Holy shit, Buck.” Sam huffed in content, glancing at Bucky once more, admiring the now worn uniform.

“Surprise!” Bucky laughed, getting up off Sam's lap and retreating to the washroom.

“Wait! Don't take that off yet!” Sam jumped up chasing Bucky down the hall. “I want a picture for our memories!” Sam laughed as Bucky chucked one of the boy's action figures towards him.

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His mission was simple: eliminate Steve Rogers, or the man more commonly known as Captain America.

It's a routine mission, one The Winter Soldier has done many times, a silent assassination, often done from the dark rooftops of apartment buildings, abandoned houses or dingy alleyways.

He knew his target was in this tiny bungalow, hiding away from the prying eyes of both Shield and Hydra agents alike. He even went the extra mile and brought his new scope equipped to his high caliber rifle, after all Pierce told him Steve Rogers was a high value target.

But why did his body recoil whenever he heard that name, it's definitely familiar, but Pierce said it was because he's encountered him during his previous mission to eliminate Fury.

The soldier inhaled as he finally decided to look through his scope, pointing the barrel of the gun towards the residential home. It was dark inside, except for one room, lit only by a tall lap standing right by the bedside, the soldier could tell someone was in the room, a black shadow could be seen on the far wall moving around the room.

The Asset perked up as he watched the shadow, it seemed the unknown figure was getting dressed, possibly preparing themselves for bed.

“Gotcha.” The Winter Soldier mummered under his breath, some jobs came too easy for the well trained man.

Though he did not fire, not because his target wasn't Steve Roger's, but because the unknown figure was breath-taking. In his view a tall, dark man appeared, not dressed as the soldier had suspected, but naked. The man dried himself with a white towel, throwing the drenched fabric onto the hard wood floor once he was done with it.

To the soldier's surprise the man didn't dress himself when he hopped onto his bed, he simply laid atop the sheets, in all his naked glory. He couldn't help but blush as he readjusted his scope, zooming the lenses in, trying his best to get a better view of the handsome man. The unknown man had short extremely curly black hair, a nicely trimmed beard, and a perfectly chiseled jaw. The soldier oftentimes doesn't like to think about other people this way, he's a weapon not a person, but he couldn't help himself when he laid eyes on this stranger.

He gasped as he watched the man run his long fingers down his chest, digits venturing down the muscular stomach, searching desperately for pleasure. The soldier has seen men do things like this at the Hydra bases, though most of the time he couldn't watch without running out of the room with a familiar feeling boiling in his chest. He concentrated once more on the dark man, watching in fascination when the figure took his meaty cock in hand, rubbing the shaft in an up and down motion. He closed his eyes as that same familiar feeling was twisting his stomach into weird knots.

All of a sudden the soldier felt his dick grow hard, his usually loose cargo pants felt restricting around his nether regions. Just as he was about to move onto another roof to get a different view of the house, his contact lenses lit up displaying the unknown man's face, name, age, and any other background information Hydra had on him.

Name:Sam Wilson

Sex:Male

Age:31

Threat level:Low

Information:Former pilot for the United States Airforce, Pararescue Division, ten confirmed kills, recruited into a special task force under the US airforce, this secret task force specialized in high tech jetpack usage and other various experimental flying suits.

The soldier hummed at the useful information, it seems that this Sam Wilson fella is highly skilled in the art of flying.

The soldier chuckled under his breath, he just couldn't help but glance into the sniper scope once more, seeking out the delicious muscular body. Sam still laid on his bed, completely naked, but now he was openingly masterbating, stroking his long shaft in fluid motions. The Asset moaned under his breath as he once more caught sight of the well endowed man, eyes fixating on that sharp jawline, and those plump lips, wet from spit, mouth bitten and bruised by Sam's own teeth.

“Fuck.” The soldier muttered under his breath, cock incredibly hard from Sam's display.

He laid flat on the rooftop, stomach touching the hard concrete of the building, his cock was squished between the ground and his own body. The soldier shifted on the cold floor, trying his hardest to find relief of his own as he watched the oblivious man jerk himself off.

“Mmm.” He moaned lowly, praying that his cover wouldn't be blown.

Sam's pace increased, hand moving incredibly fast as he chased his orgasm, The Asset noted with every stroke Sam's muscles would quiver in pleasure. Once Sam's large digits would reach the tip of his girthy phallus, his pelvis would slightly raise from the mattress, giving the soldier a great view of his round ass.

“Oh my-” The soldier cut his sentence when he heard a sound coming from the far side of the building, turning towards the noise, scared that he'd been caught, he quickly adjusted his body into a proper kneel, though when he finally turned around he was met with a tiny pigeon, staring at him.

“Jheez.” He sighed and quickly turned back to his prize.

Sam's face was now scrunched in pleasure as white ropes of cum shot from his hard member up towards his pecs. The soldier grunted as he watched his prey's body twitch and shudder from his intense release. He shifted once more trying to mimic what Sam was doing to an extent, his body remembers the feeling of pleasure, but he wasn't quite sure how he was familiar with this feeling.

Sam walked towards the opened window, gazing through the glass towards the dark street in front of his house. The soldier couldn't help himself, he could be seen by Sam if the man looked towards the building, but the soldier didn't seem to care, he wanted to remember every piece of Sam's handsome face, the dips, curves, and ridges of his naked body, burning it to memory, praying that after his next wipe, Sam Wilson will still be there, somewhere, somehow, possibly buried deep in his mind.

“Soldat!” A handler yelled from his earpiece. “Position compromise, return to base.”

The soldier huffed, glancing through his scope one last time, though all he was met with was a black curtain and no Sam.

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Sam had many words to describe his emotions at the moment, anger, betrayal, shock, but most importantly sadness. He stood in his one bedroom apartment just outside of D.C, television on and headline reading “The New Avengers.” he tsked as the camera panned around the new team, Sam has never met any of them in his life aside from John Walker, though as the camera kept moving he caught a glimpse of his boyfriend Bucky, standing off to the side looking worse for wear.

“The fuck?” Sam stuttered as he walked closer to the TV making sure that it was Bucky and not his eyes playing tricks on him.

Indeed it was his boyfriend, dressed in a black t-shirt and trousers, long hair sprawled in various directions, and jaw clenched in what seemed to be annoyance. Sam's anger grew as he listened to Valentina rage on about this new super team here to save the world. Bucky knew that Sam was trying to make his own team, how could he just leave and join a new one?

He wasn't thinking straight as he left the living room, quickly dressing into his wing suit and leaping out of the window, he had only one destination in mind, Bucky's Brooklyn apartment, he has his own key, remembering when Bucky first gave it to him with blush tinting his cheeks pink. Their relationship was going well all things considered, though it has become a little strained ever since Bucky became a congressman, but they made due.

Mid-flight Sam received a call from Bucky, he didn't pick up, instead opting to text back with a cryptic message, stating that they needed to talk. Sam knew it'd make his boyfriend's blood boil, it's the most tame form torture he could inflict on Bucky, without injuring the poor war veteran.

He landed on Bucky's balcony without a sound, glancing inside the dark apartment he could see his boyfriend sitting on the ground by the couch, a blanket covering his form. Bucky looked miserable, his jaw was tense and eyes rimmed purple from a lack of sleep. Sam almost felt bad about the text he sent him, but his feelings were quickly pushed down when he glanced at the television Bucky was watching, displaying that same newscast he caught hours ago.

Sam decided not to delay this conversation any longer, knocking on the glass sliding door lightly, knowing Bucky could even hear a pin drop from rooms away. Bucky's body sprung up when he heard the knock, turning his head towards the sound, quickly getting up and smiling towards Sam, relieved to see his boyfriend.

“Sam, baby.” Bucky said while opening the glass door, allowing his boyfriend inside the apartment. “I'm so happy to see-”

“Cut the shit, Buck.” Sam came out swinging, the previous rage he felt in D.C returning in full force. “How could you do this to me?” Sam questioned, grabbing Bucky's metal wrist in an accusatory grasp.

“I didn't mean to!” Bucky said, voice tender, trying his best to cool the situation. “It just happened! I couldn't do anything about it!” Bucky grabbed Sam's hands and held them to his chest in a caring manner.

“You could've, I don't know, walked away!” Sam retorted, he needed to be stern with Bucky or the elder man would walk all over him. “You know I was making my own team, Buck. And now what? You're gonna let the government control you?” Sam watched as Bucky's face contorted with uncertainty, not even he knew what was going to happen with this new team.

“I-I…” Bucky was at a loss for words, he stared helplessly at Sam, asking silently for forgiveness.

“I'm so mad I can't even look at you right now.” Sam said, letting go of Bucky's hands allowing them to fall to his sides. “In fact I don't even know why I came.” He added, trying to pain Bucky's heart more.

“S-sam!” Bucky tried to grab at the retreating man, out stretching his metal arm, not wanting his lover to leave. “Please stay.”

Sam turned towards Bucky, examining his boyfriend. He was mad, very mad, but there Bucky stood body shaking and eyes rimmed with unshed tears.

“I can make it better.” Bucky pleaded, finally allowing one tear to fall from those beautiful blue eyes.

Sam has never seen Bucky cry before, not after the snap, not when he was saved from Hydra, heck not even when Steve left to go back to Peggy. His boyfriend was generally cold and distant, oftentimes hiding his emotions away and acting like things didn't bother him. Sam was shocked to see Bucky cry, it wasn't really his intention to make Bucky feel bad enough that he’d cry, but he was so caught up in the moment that he may have said some things that were a little too harsh. But damn did Bucky look good right now, baby blue eyes all glossed over, cheeks a tinge of pink, and if you blinked you'd miss Bucky's bottom lip quivering in heartbreak.

“I can stop this, Sam, I promise.” Bucky brought his hands to his face wiping away the tears, smearing them across his cheeks. “Please don't leave me.” Bucky said, finally letting go, fully bawling his eyes out.

Sam bit his lip as he watched Bucky, he felt his cheeks heat up every time Bucky hiccuped as he tried to catch his breath. Sam admired his poor boyfriend, watching intently as his frame shook from sadness, he always wanted to see Bucky cry, well mostly wanted to see him cry from pleasure, but with a guy like Buck it was almost impossible to get a reaction out of him.

“Shit, Bucky.” Sam sighed, finally acknowledging his boyfriend, he walked up to the crying man and held his hand on Bucky's quivering shoulder.

Sam searched for Bucky's face, trying his best to pry his arms away from those pretty blue eyes, wanting to see his handsome boyfriend crying his eyes out.

“Sam, don't leave me, please, please, please.” Bucky begged, falling onto his knees, staring up towards Sam, eye lashes drenched from the tears. “I'll be good!”

Sam smirked at his boyfriend, looking down towards the weeping man with a devious grin.

“I got an idea.” Sam said, caressed Bucky's head, patting the disheveled brown locks. “It'll make me feel so much better, baby.” Bucky looked up with a questioning look, blue eyes still releasing tiny tears. Sam's cock hardened as he saw Bucky's eyes blink, releasing more salty droplets, running down the rim of his sharp jaw. “Suck my cock.” Sam said, grabbing Bucky's face and angling it towards his hard-on.

“W-what?” Bucky was confused, looking up towards Sam with an almost innocent glare.

Sam began undoing his belt, allowing the metal to clank as he removed it from his jeans, unzipping his fly, hard cock falling out of the restricting fabric.

“Make me feel better, Bucky.” Sam said, running his thumb on Bucky's lower lip, caresses the delicate entrance. “Let me vent my frustrations.”

Bucky looked up at Sam once more before nodding his head in agreement, bringing his hand back to his face trying to wipe the stray tears off his cheeks, however Sam snatched his hand before he could do so.

“Like you like this, all whimpy, makes me so fucking hard.” Sam smirked while pulling his cock out of his boxers, allowing the girth to slap onto Bucky's damp cheeks.

“Ah.” Bucky released a startled huff when he felt Sam's meaty cock hit his face. “I look good like this?” Bucky questioned, not quite grasping how Sam could find him attractive, all teary eyed and snotty nosed.

“Look so good right now, Buck.” Sam sighed, grabbing his hard dick, pointing his phallus towards Bucky's wet mouth. “Never seen you like this, makes me horny.” Sam admitted, smearing his pre-cum onto Bucky's bottom lip.

Bucky willingly opened his mouth allowing Sam's fat cock inside, he looked up at Sam, eyes widening as the girthy meat stretched his mouth incredibly wide. Sam smiled as Bucky shed more salty tears, cock too much for Bucky's tiny mouth to handle.

“Yeah that's it, Buck.” Sam sighed, thrusting his hips in time with the bobbing of Bucky's head. “Taking my cock so good.” Sam feels it's only right that he praise Bucky after putting him through the ringer.

Drool began pooling from the corners of Bucky's mouth, Sam's cock was so big that Bucky wasn't able to deep throat him without gagging, but Bucky tried anyways, wanting to please his boyfriend. Taking Sam's cock further down his throat than he ever has before, tip touching his uvula and gagging as Sam gripped his locks keeping him in place. Bucky looked up at Sam, tears brimming his blue eyes, holding his breath and keeping his body still, Bucky cried in submission wanting Sam to let go and allow him to breathe once more.

“Fuck, oh my god, Buck!” Sam threw his head back in pleasure, laughing as he felt Bucky's tears drip onto his cock. “Such a good boy.” Sam released his hold on Bucky's head, allowing the elder man to back off his cock and cough.

“Sam, mmm.” Bucky stuttered, breathing uneven as he tried his best to articulate words. His body was a shaky mess, pupils dilated as the adrenaline from suffocating on cock dissipated.

“Not done with you, baby.” Sam said, glancing at Bucky's disheveled face, marveling at those pretty wet lashes.

Bucky took one more minute before springing up once more, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, inviting Sam back into his warm embrace.

“That's it, take it deeper this time, alright?” Sam said, taking what he wants, grabbing Bucky's face and thrusting inside the entrance. “Cry for me.” Sam punctuated his request by slamming hard into Bucky's mouth, balls slapping against his soaked chin.

“Mmmm!” Bucky cried out, closing his eyes, taking all that Sam was willing to offer him.

“Fucking look at me, Buck!” Sam shouts, not wanting to have to punish Bucky for his bad behavior.

Bucky reluctantly opened his blue eyes, a fresh batch of tears fell from his swollen lobes, lashes sticking together in a wet mess. Sam was pleased to see his boyfriend so thoroughly debauched, cheeks pink from embarrassment and chest heaving as he tried his best to search for air.

“Gonna make me cum looking like that, Bucky.” Sam sighed, wiping Bucky's eyes, making way for more fresh tears. “You should cry more often, it looks good on you.” Sam smiled at Bucky's death glare.

Not wanting to prolong this any longer, Bucky began using his tongue, circling it around Sam's red inflamed tip, stimulating the sensitive area. Sam responded, grabbing Bucky's head again, encouraging the elder man to continue his ministrations.

“Keep looking at me, baby.” Sam reminded Bucky, deep brown eyes meeting sobbing blue pools. “Oh! S-shit.” Sam moaned, thrusting into Bucky's wet warm cavern.

Sam's cock felt heavy on Bucky's tongue, he couldn’t help but note every vain, twitch, and curve of the phallus, committing it to memory.

“Oh I’m gonna cum, keep going!” Sam watched as Bucky bobbed his head up and down, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “F-fuck!” Sam threw his head back cumming down Bucky's throat in uneven strids.

It was too much for Bucky's abused throat, releasing Sam's cock from his wet carven, allowing the rest of Sam's essence to paint his pink cheeks white.

“Good boy.” Sam praised, leaning down to the ground, giving Bucky's forehead a kiss.

Looking at Bucky once more, Sam wiped his blue eyes, drying the tear stained lashes. He wasn't mad anymore, maybe just slightly annoyed, but possibly he and Bucky could merge the teams making an even larger Avengers than the previous.

“Are you still mad?” Bucky questioned while sniffling.

“No, I'm just annoyed that my boyfriend went and made his own team.” Sam chuckled, caressing Bucky's damp cheeks. “I wanted us to be on the same team.” Sam smiled, watching Bucky detangle his long hair.

“We can be.” Bucky smiled back, not wanting to have another scuffle with his lover.

“I'd like that.” Sam picked Bucky up off the ground, helping him walk to the bathroom. “Let's get you cleaned up.”

Bucky nodded in content, allowing Sam to lead him down the hall.

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Sam and Bucky weren't exactly thrilled to clean out Steve's apartment in D.C, the pair barely spoke before the snap and now they're forced to clean out their friends apartment together. Sam is still a little bitter, Steve hadn't told him about his plan to go back to Peggy, but he told Bucky, and that stung, just a little.

“Can you stop daydreaming and actually do something?” Bucky said, snapping Sam back to reality. They've been at it for about five hours now, the summer heat coursing through the one bedroom apartment, making Sam's shirt stick to his skin.

He doesn't blame Bucky for being grumpy, they haven't eaten since lunch and Bucky insisted on wearing a long sleeve shirt, claiming that his metal arm scares people.

“Hey, don't gotta act like a dick, Buck.” Sam smiled as he watched Bucky's face contort in annoyance.

“Don't call me that.” Bucky said, moving a large box to the door.

“Why, Steve called you that?”

“Yeah, he was my friend, you're a friend of a friend.” Bucky explained, a smile plastered on his face as he spoke.

“Whatever, have you cleared out his room yet?” Sam wanted to steer the conversation in a more professional direction.

“Yeah and I found this.” Bucky held up a bottle of what Sam could only assume was liquor, there was no label, but the colour was a deep brown.

Sam pondered for a moment as he glanced towards the unknown liquid, he's seen it before, but where?

“Ah!” Sam snapped, “Thor wanted Steve to try some Asgardian liquor, he claimed it would work on super soldiers like you.” Bucky looked perplexed, he's tried many times to get drunk but his metabolism seemed to always kill any kind of buzz he had.

“Did it work?”

“I don't know, Steve didn't drink it in front of me, he was too bummed out thinking of you.” Sam laughed, reminiscing on their little party they had at Tony's tower.

“I see.” Bucky replied, looking at the potent liquid somberly. “I tried getting drunk one time.” Sam perked up, Bucky sharing stories, now that's rare.

“Oh yeah?” Sam said, slightly intrigued.

“Yeah, just after Steve saved me from Azzano, there was a big celebration. I downed a couple shots, but by the fourth I felt nothing. At the time I just thought European beer sucked, but now looking back, I probably already had that damn serum running through me.” Bucky smiled, remembering the warmth from that night in the pub, drinking with Steve and the Howling Commandos.

“Must suck man.” Sam didn't know what to say, he's certainly not qualified to mentally unpack everything going on in Bucky's head.

“Sucks that Peggy walked in and took Steve away.” Bucky added, laughing with ease as he watched Sam's face scrunch in shock.

“Bitter much.” Sam teased back, bumping shoulders with the usually stoic man.

Bucky shook his head, trying to regain his breath after their little laughing fit. It was odd for Sam to get along with Bucky, but they had their moments, especially after Steve left. Bucky didn't seem too stable, he would go back to Brooklyn and Sam wouldn't hear from him for weeks, then out of the blue a call would come in, Bucky always sounded panicked, but Sam was usually able to calm him down. They never talked about it, those calls they shared, it was an unspoken rule not to talk about it, and they both complied.

“Should I try it?” Bucky questioned turning towards Sam with an optimistic look.

“I mean, I don't see why not.” Sam replied, wanting to see if the cool headed Bucky Barns was even able to get drunk.

Bucky smirked, popping the cork off the top and leaning in towards the bottle to smell the unknown substance. Sam watched in fascination as Buck began to cough from the fumes, his eyes watering from the potent stench.

“Fuck, smells like straight liquor.” Bucky grimaced, leaning in towards the bottle once more, allowing a generous amount of liquid to land on his tongue.

“So?” Sam asked out of curiosity.

“Tastes bitter.” Bucky replied, bringing the bottle to his lips and swallowing a hefty amount. “I don't think it'll-” before Bucky could finish speaking, he let out a loud burp, stomach reverbing the alcoholic beverage.

“Jheez, sounds like it's working.” Sam laughed walking towards Bucky to see if the liquor really worked.

Bucky's body swayed in its place, cheeks tinted pink and his breathing was heavier than normal. Sam was shocked to see how fast the alcohol worked, though he does remember Thor saying no mere mortals could drink it or they'd be met with death. Sam began to worry as he watched Bucky mumble to himself, body trembling from his drunken haze.

“Holy fuck! S-sam it's working.” Bucky stuttered happily, finally having a buzz in over seventy years.

“Okay, well maybe that's all you should take.” Sam chuckled, happy for the drunken man, he's never seen Bucky so loose before, it's somewhat refreshing.

Bucky glanced towards the glass bottle, complying with Sam and setting the drink down on the living room table. Sam sat down on the love seat, figuring that the day was over now that Bucky was plastered. To his surprise Bucky didn't take the single recliner, but instead opted to sit right next to him on the love seat.

“Uhhh, what are you doing?” Sam laughed, trying to not find the situation awkward.

“Just trying to sit next to a handsome guy.” Bucky smiled, leaning in towards Sam so their shoulders touched. “Haven't felt like this in ages.” Bucky threw his metal arm over the top of the couch, reaching to Sam's far side.

Sam was shocked to say the least, maybe Bucky was a touchy drunk, though calling him handsome, that was something the two had never done, heck Bucky hasn't even called him anything other than his name.

“Are you gay?” Bucky asked, fleshy hand finding its way to Sam's clothed thigh.

“What?” Sam asked, baffled.

Bucky didn't hesitate, watching Sam's brown eyes intently waiting for a response.

“Um, well, yeah.” Sam said, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

Bucky smiled, licking his lips as he stared at Sam's large biceps.

“Me too.” Bucky replied, gripping Sam's fleshy leg tighter than before. “Haven't had any since the war.” Sam noticed Bucky's eyes looked glossed over, possibly from the alcohol.

“Oh, uh, that's surprising. You're a good looking guy.” Sam replied, not quite sure what to say.

“Good enough to be fucked by you?” Bucky asked, biting his lip seductively once he was finished speaking.

Bucky was bold when he was drunk, almost too much for Sam to handle, though he was liking this different side, Bucky was more open with his feelings like this. Sam shifted trying to get a good view of the drunken man.

“You wanna have sex with me?” Sam questioned, glancing at Bucky's face, noticing those usually pale cheeks were dusted a slight pinkish colour.

“Yeah, ever since that fight in the airport.” Bucky admitted, metal hand clumsily finding its way off the couch and onto Sam's chest. “You were so sexy fighting that guy crawling on walls, thought I would pop a boner.” Bucky chuckled darkly, wanting nothing more than to strip his clothes off and let Sam have his way with him.

“These are drunken thoughts, Bucky, it'll pass.” Sam said, though he definitely wanted to take Bucky up on that offer, he wasn't gonna do it while the poor soldier was intoxicated.

“It hasn't passed since then, just didn't tell anybody.” Bucky pouted, fleshy hand now meeting Sam's fingers intertwining the warm digits together. “Please fuck me, want it so bad.” Bucky asked once more, blue eyes staring daggers towards Sam.

“Not gonna have sex with you when you're like this Buck.” Sam sighed, so desperately wanting to succumb to his instincts and have his way with Bucky, but his conscience told him it wasn't right.

“Fine.” Bucky said, sauntering down the hallway, into an unknown room.

Sam huffed in annoyance, his cock was hard and there was nothing he could do about it. Bucky was being a tease, asking to be fucked while he's drunk, Sam wondered if they had consent laws back in the forties. He was rudely interrupted by Bucky, once more taking a seat next to Sam, but this time without his pants.

“Bucky what're you doing?” Sam gasped, getting up from the couch trying to give Bucky some privacy.

“Gonna do it myself.” Bucky replied, ridding himself of his boxers and flipping around so that his chest was against the soft cushions. Sam couldn't help but notice that Bucky had a tiny bottle of lube in his hand, most likely the one from Steve's bedside drawer.

“Well, can you not do it here?” Sam said, not wanting to take this situation any further.

“You can leave if you'd like, or you can stay and watch the show.” Bucky slurred as he spoke, Asgardian wine not yet leaving his system.

Sam opted to stand on the far side of the living room, not wanting to leave quite yet, but trying his best to put some distance between him and the drunken man, scared that if he stayed close to Bucky's slutty form he'd fall to his own horny instincts.

“Oh!” Bucky gasped as he poured some lube onto his tight pink hole, metal arm on his ass cheek, spreading the plump mound for Sam's hungry eyes. “Mmm.” Bucky moaned lowly, circling his fleshy finger around his wet cavern, smearing the slick around his muscle.

“Jesus, Bucky.” Sam watched in fascination, not able to peel his eyes away from the drunken man.

“Would be better if it was your fingers, Sammy.” Bucky hiccuped as he spoke, words slurring with every breath he took.

Finally Bucky got one finger into his pretty pink hole, muscle opening up effortlessly to the lean digit. Sam gasped, eyes widening as he saw Bucky's body begin to shake with pleasure, clearly the elder man has done this many times before, he worked his fingers with practiced ease, opening his tight rim with each thrust.

“Oh! Sammy! It's so good!” Bucky moaned, back arching as he grazed his prostate.

Sam grunted in acknowledgement, eyes fixated on Bucky's sweet ass, pale cheeks bouncing with each thrust.

“Put another finger in.” Sam demanded, wanting so badly to be the one fingering Bucky.

Bucky complied, sneaking not one but two more fingers, anus stretching further to accommodate the new digits. Sam moaned as he watched in awe, Bucky's hair was sprawled across his toned back, sticking to the sweaty flesh.

“So good Sammy!” Bucky's back bowed in pleasure, thighs shaking from exhaustion.

“Gonna come?” Sam asked, trying to figure out if he should just give in amd fuck the drunk man.

“Only gonna come from your cock!” Bucky managed to say through slurred speech.

Sam lost it, quickly ridding himself of his leather belt, moving towards the love seat, pulling his jeans down just enough to access his rock hard cock. Removing his member from the constricting fabric and rubbing it to full mass.

“Fuck you promise you want this baby?” Sam asked once more for consent, knowing it truly meant nothing at this point.

“W-want it so bad!” Bucky mummered, arching his back, allowing Sam better access to his slippery hole. “Be rough with me!” Bucky cried in his drunken haze, craving so desperately for human touch.

Sam used both hands to grab at Bucky's muscular hips, kneading the flesh as he angled his cock towards the awaiting hole.

“Oh, I've wanted to do this since Romania too.” Sam admitted, he dreamed about fucking that bratty attitude out of Bucky. Throwing him down onto the hood of that Volkswagen Beetle and having his way with Bucky in front of Steve and Sharon, putting the grumpy man in his place.

Throwing all sanity to the wall, Sam decided to take a very tiny sip of that Asgardian liquor, if he was gonna fuck Bucky when the poor man was drunk, he mine aswell be too.

“Damn, it's bitter.” Sam coughed at the taste, letting the liquid slide down his throat with ease.

“Do me Sam.” Bucky turned his head, looking at Sam with want.

Sam's mind grew fuzzy as he looked into Bucky's deep blue eyes, quickly pushing his hips forward, wet tip catching the tight pink rim. Bucky threw his head back, pleasure consuming his form.

“Oh Sam!” Bucky moaned, thrusting back onto Sam's meaty girth, wedging the cock deep inside his tight hole.

“Bucky!” Sam slurred, body swaying from the pleasure, Bucky felt so warm wrapped around his cock. “Such a slutty hole.” Sam mentioned, hands releasing Bucky's hips and venturing towards those plump pale ass cheeks.

“All yours Sammy.” Bucky liked using that nickname, though he only really used it to tease Sam. “Take it Sam, use me.” Bucky shook his ass, enticing Sam to move.

Sam did just that, thrusting his hips in and out with a constant speed, cock rubbing against Bucky's prostate with each movement.

“So good baby.” Sam sighed, slapping Bucky's ass with a tender palm. “Gonna make me come.”

Bucky nodded his head, loving the pleasure of Sam's meaty cock in his hole. Bucky was a vixen, meeting Sam's thrusts with ones of his own, not allowing the hard phallus out of his hungry wet hole.

“Sammy!” Bucky's mind was swimming in drunken pleasure, his own cock bounced under him, untouched and dripping with cum.

“So tight baby.” Sam huffed in exhaustion, his body shook from the pleasure of being squeezed so tightly by Bucky's hungry rim. “So close Buck, keep on bouncing that ass on my cock.” Sam emphasized each thrust with a slap onto Bucky's pale white cheeks.

Bucky complied, leaning back onto Sam's large chest, moving his hips in time with Sam's rough thrusts, mind drunk off the booze and pleasure. Bucky's mouth was opened incredibly wide, drool seeping from his open orifice, dampening his chin.

“Gonna cum Sam!” Bucky's stomach churned in pleasure, body shaking as his untouched cock twitched, cum shooting from his tip. “Oh! Sammy!” Bucky rested his head on Sam's shoulder, trying to ride out his high.

“Wanna cum inside you.” Sam huffed, biting the nape of Bucky's neck, trying his best to leave a mark.

“Cum in me Sammy!” Bucky slurred, head tilting to the side as Sam used his body for pleasure.

“Mmmm!” Sam bit his lip, trying to conceal his moans of pleasure, cock leaking inside Bucky’s wet hole, painting the muscle white with his seed.

The rest of the night was a blur, the two of them collapsed in a drunken stupor, not leaving the love seat to clean themselves. Bucky awoke first with the morning sun beaming onto his heavy lids, sweat caked his body and head pounded in pain as he tried to move from the couch.

“Ugh.” Sam huffed, opening his eyes when he felt Bucky's body move.

“Morning.” Bucky said in an awkward tone. He remembered everything from last night, but he wanted to see what Sam had to say before he spoke any further.

“H-hey.” Sam blushed as he glanced towards Bucky's half naked body. “We should do it again sometime.” Sam laughed trying his best to keep the conversation light hearted.

“Oh thank God.” Bucky sighed, hands cupping his cheeks in reassurance. “I thought you were gonna pretend nothing happened.” Bucky laughed, sending a bright smile Sam's way.

“Couldn't forget your tight ass if I even tried.” Sam laughed alongside Bucky. Maybe this awkward friendship could bloom into a budding romance.

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Sam wasn't exactly thrilled to be stuck in a safe house with just Bucky, in fact he insisted on going to round up a group to fight Tony. But Steve said they'd much rather hear from Captain America than The Falcon. He understood, but Bucky still gave him the creeps, just cause he remembered Steve's mother's name doesn’t mean he was going to trust him.

“Steve left?” Bucky asked, walking into the common room and sitting on the recliner.

“Yeah.” Sam replied nervously, he's read The Winter Soldier files and knows what Bucky's been through, but he still ripped off his wing and kicked him off a helicarrier a couple months ago, he wasn't exactly ready to welcome the man in with open arms.

Bucky sat quietly, watching the television with Sam, the two didn't exactly have much in common, especially since they were from completely different eras. But one thing always stuck out in Sam's mind about those damn files he's read.

‘The Winter Soldier is to be left pure until he's done his final missions.’

When Sam read that line months ago vomit churned in his throat, what exactly did that mean? He wanted to ask Bucky but he was too scared to even approach the topic, would the soldier run out, or would he possibly kill Sam?

“You're fidgeting,” Bucky said pointingly, “got something on your mind?” Sam scoffed at Bucky's statement, of course he’s fidgeting, he was sitting next to a world renowned assassin.

“Nah man, just nervous.” Sam spoke truthfully, not exactly caring to hide his feelings from the stoic man.

“I guess I have that effect on people.” Bucky gave a grim smile as he looked towards Sam.

Sam almost felt bad as he glanced at Bucky's face, trying not to notice the elders glossy blue eyes. Steve told Sam about Bucky's past, he was a happy go lucky ladies man, though now he seems to be a shell of his former self.

“I read your file.” Sam decided he was going to inquire about that one sentence he read. Was it just Hydra's last step in making Bucky feel like less of a human, depriving him of sex and sexual release, stripping him of his autonomy? Making him into a true living weapon?

“I see.” Bucky averted his gaze, all of a sudden fascinated by the white walls across the room. “What did it say?” Bucky questioned, not having read them himself, too scared to see everything that truly happened to him.

“Well, you know brainwashing, missions, stuff like that.” Sam hesitated to ask about the purity sentence, seeing how this topic could be a dangerous case. “There was this one thing about keeping you pure.” Sam decided to take the risk, wanting to know what it was all about.

“Oh.” Bucky replied, face ghostly white as he looked back at Sam.

“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I just found that specific part a little odd.” Sam said, trying to give Bucky an out to this conversation.

“No it's…It's better that I talk to someone about this.” Bucky hesitated, looking at Sam for reassurance.

“Well I'm a good listener.” Sam smiled, wanting to help Bucky through his troubles.

“The purity thing, yeah, I was promised to some rich high up Hydra commander after my missions were done.” Bucky grimaced as he spoke, remembering when Rumlow came in and taunted him about it. “Wanted me to be untouched, a virgin I guess.” Bucky added while chuckling, trying to mask his emotions with humor.

“Fuck, I'm really sorry.” Sam sorta wished he hadn't asked, he felt his stomach churn in anger, thinking of what could've happened to Bucky if they hadn't saved him.

“It's alright, not like it ended up happening anyways.” Bucky said, tone reassuring, trying his best to ease Sam's wandering mind.

“I know it's just so fucked up what they did to you, taking away your autonomy like that.” Sam sighed, he may not have gotten along with Bucky, but he sure can try his best to empathize with the poor man.

“A ninety year old virgin.” Bucky laughed, a bright smile plastered on his face.

Sam was shocked to hear that Bucky was still a virgin, after all Steve had told him about Bucky being a ladies man and always having a girl hanging off his shoulder.

“Never done it with a girl?”

“Tried, couldn't uhhh....Could never get it up.” Bucky blushed, scrunching his face into the fabric of his sweater.

“Oh.” Sam was shocked, was Bucky gay? No, maybe he was just nervous when it came down to stuff like that.

“I-I'm gay.” Bucky closed his eyes trying to mitigate the damage of his confession.

“Oh.” Sam gasped, shock clearly visible on his face, quickly wanting to reassure Bucky. “Don't worry, I am too.” He was trying his best to make Bucky comfortable.

“I-I know, Steve told me, he thought I'd like to know.” Bucky glanced towards Sam with an endearing smile. “I think Steve thinks I find stuff like that uncomfortable.” Bucky snickered.

“He doesn't know?” Sam couldn't help but ask that question after all he thought the two shared everything.

“I never told him. We didn't talk about stuff like that back in the day, I was a little scared that he would stop being my friend if he knew what I was.” Bucky looked somber as he spoke about his sexuality, Sam is sure Steve wouldn't treat Bucky any differently if he knew that he was gay, after all when Sam told him, Steve didn't so much as bat an eye.

“I'm sure he wouldn't treat you any different Buck.” Sam sent Bucky a reassuring smile, wanting to try his best to comfort him.

Bucky hummed in acknowledgement, eyes fixated on Sam a little too long, his smile softened as Sam glanced his way, brown eyes beaming in the sunlight.

“Always wanted to have sex with a guy.” Bucky begins fishing to see if Sam is interested in something more intimate.

“Oh yeah?” Sam acted brazenly, trying his best to seem uninterested, but the truth was Sam wanted to take Bucky's virginity, so badly.

“Yeah, maybe someone tall, dark, and handsome.” Bucky snickered, glancing towards Sam with a questioning look.

“Don't gotta flatter me Buck.” Sam laughed, finally eyeing those beautiful blue pools. “You really wanna do it?” Sam questioned.

“I don't wanna be a virgin anymore, Sam.” Bucky got up from his single seat and joined Sam on the double couch, leaning towards the muscular man. “Makes me feel like Hydra still has a hold on me, I wanna break free from them completely and I feel like losing my virginity would be the first step forward in my journey.” Bucky sure was persuasive, though Sam really didn't need much convincing in the first place, with a face like Bucky's, Sam would've been on his knees begging just to suck him off.

“You really don't gotta convince me all that much, Buck.” Sam laughed, looking Bucky up and down, sizing up his body. “You look good, I would've done it without the sob story.” Sam tried his best to make Bucky laugh and it seemed to work, Bucky smiled and shook his head in an endearing way.

“Well I'm gonna hit the shower, I'll meet you in your room.” Bucky got up and made his way down the hallway.

Sam decided to do the same, entering his room and using the shower in the bathroom connected to his bedroom. Turning on cold water trying his best to quell his raging boner from talking to Bucky. He scrubbed down his body thoroughly, wanting to smell good for Bucky's first time, after all losing your virginity is something you don't forget. From the shower he heard someone enter his room, knowing it was Bucky, his flaccid cock stirred up in arousal. Sam quickly turned off the shower and dried his body, deciding not to redress himself, after all he'll have to take it off again.

“Hey.” Sam said awkwardly as he entered the room.

There Bucky sat, naked just like Sam, his pink cock hard and dripping pre-cum.

“Damn, you look hot.” Sam couldn't help but complement Bucky, his damp brown hair stuck to his face, framing his jaw perfectly.

“T-thanks.” Bucky stuttered out, face blushing at the compliment.

Sam sat on the bed, right next to Bucky, the pair sat in silence not sure what to say or how to start the encounter.

“How do you?” Sam tried to ask but Bucky quickly cut in.

“I wanna take…”

Bucky couldn't finish his sentence, he never spoke like this before and he certainly hadn't talked about gay sex at all.

“You want me to fuck you?” Sam tried clarifying, wanting to be completely sure before he made the first move.

“Yeah, I prepared myself.” Bucky chimed in, looking proud of himself thinking about the last bit of his sentence.

“You fingered yourself?” Sam questioned, cheeks heating up at his own curiosity.

Bucky nodded enthusiastically, bright blue eyes beaming with certainty, he wanted to go through with this and he was happy that Sam was the one doing it.

“Ready to do it?” Bucky asked innocently, not exactly getting the social cues of intercourse.

Sam smirked, watching the pale man quiver with anticipation, it must've been a long time since Bucky has so much as even touched himself. Sam leaned in towards Bucky's plump pink lips, seeking warmth in those wet mounds. The two kissed in a tender embrace, Bucky was quick to reciprocate, opening his mouth and licking at Sam's tongue. Sam hummed, he wasn't surprised that Bucky was a good kisser, he's probably done a lot of that in the forties. Feeling emboldened, Bucky got up and crawled onto Sam's lap straddling his large thighs, their cocks touched briefly, sending a pleasurable shudder through their bodies.

“Oh!” Bucky gasped, feeling Sam's hands wonder down to his ass, grabbing a handful of the round mound and kneading the flesh.

“Never been touched here before?” Sam questioned, smirking when he made eye contact with those pretty blue pools.

Bucky shook his head, tilting his neck down, seeking Sam's plump lips once more, Sam replied, kissing tenderly on Bucky's wet entrance.

“You're the first one.” Bucky smiled, arching his back to give Sam better access to his virgin hole.

“Lucky me.” Sam smiled tenderly, caressing Bucky's cheeks and moving his long brown locks out of his face.

Sam tested the give of Bucky's tight cavern, sticking one finger into the well prepared entrance. He was surprised to feel how easily the digit slipped in, Bucky must've been so antsy that he opened himself up pretty good.

“I can slip right in.” Sam said, leaning into Bucky's embrace and giving the man a reassuring peck. “Would you like that?”

“I want you inside, Sam.” Bucky admitted, voice quivering as he spoke.

“Alright how's about you sit on my cock, control the pace.” Sam knew that anal could be a lot, especially if it's your first time, giving Bucky the reins would probably be best.

“A-alright.” Bucky sounded hesitant, but still sat up and grabbed Sam's hard cock, bringing the sobbing tip to his well prepared hole.

Bucky grimaced when he felt the red enraged tip prod his hole, nudging the tight muscle, trying to coax it open.

“H-hurts.” Bucky gasped, eyes widening as he felt Sam's hands caress his face, trying to calm him down.

“I know baby, take your time.” Sam was so understanding, but he wanted to be extra careful with Bucky, he's very special to Steve and he doesn't wanna scare the poor soldier away.

Bucky couldn't help but whimper as he sat down further, allowing the meaty phallus to stretch his sobbing hole wider. Sam hummed in content when he felt Bucky's heat envelop his length, the virgin rim was impossibly tight, maybe even the tightest ass he's felt.

“Oh my god, Bucky, you feel incredible.” Sam couldn't help but throw his head back in pleasure, releasing a low chuckle when he felt that pure virgin hole quiver around his cock.

“R-really?” Bucky asked, cheeks blushing a pretty pink from the praise. “I'm making you feel good?” Bucky inquired further wanting to know all of Sam's feelings.

“Yes baby, such a tight hole, squeezing me just right.” Sam smiled watching as Bucky perked up.

With a new found confidence, Bucky tried his hardest to get all of Sam's hungry dick inside his virgin hole, finally sitting fully, shedding a tear as he bottomed out. Bucky moaned, from both pleasure and pain, body unsure what to react to at the moment.

“F-feels weird.” Bucky said, sounding confused, he thought sex was supposed to feel good, but at the moment he just felt incredibly full.

“Give it a second Buck, you're still so tight, gotta loosen up.” Sam rubbed Bucky's cock, trying to get some sense of pleasure into the innocent man. “How about now? Feel anywhere better.” Sam spat onto his hand and continued rubbing Bucky's pretty pink dick, running his thumb over the slit with every pump.

“Oh!” Bucky moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure, body shaking from the new found ecstasy. “Yeah feels really fucking good Sam!” Bucky was finally coming out of his shell, moving his hips in time with Sam's hand, giving them both pleasure.

“That's it Buck, ride my cock.” Sam encouraged the elder man, using his empty hand to grab Bucky's waist, trying to help guide the virgin.

Bucky moaned and whimpered as he impaled himself on Sam's dick, grabbing onto Sam's broad shoulders for leverage. Finally deciding to help, Sam began to thrust up, trying to find Bucky's prostate, hoping that it'll elicit a good reaction from the pliant man.

“Fuck!” Bucky swore when Sam's tip touched those pleasurable bundles of nerves, body shaking as Sam abused the hidden button.

“God Buck, baby, you're gonna cut my dick off gripping me like that.” Sam said, chuckling when he glanced at Bucky's debauched face.

“Gonna cum Sam, keep going.” Bucky huffed as he rode Sam's dick in fluid motions, finally getting the hang of it himself, using his pelvis to angle at his own prostate, chasing the pleasure.

Sam didn't need to be told twice, bringing his hand back to Bucky’s hard cock, stroking it with practiced ease.

“Sammy!” Bucky gasped, body shaking as he came, painting Sam's chest with his white cum.

“Bucky, baby, can I cum inside?” Sam asked politely, not wanting to do something Bucky doesn't want.

Bucky looked at Sam with glossy eyes, nodding his head in agreement, he whimpered and moaned as Sam used his body to chase his orgasm.

“Shit! Cumming!” Sam sighed as he thrusted up into Bucky's ass, grabbing the cheeks, filling up the greedy hole with his seed.

The pair tried to catch their breaths, both still locked in a tight embrace, Bucky's body quivered from exhaustion, eyes closed, and face tinted pink. Sam was much the Sam, tight curly locks slightly disheveled and thighs covered in dry cum.

“Gotta get us cleaned up.” Sam spoke first, trying to get his flaccid cock out of Bucky's warm wet hole.

“Gimme a second.” Bucky huffed out, still trying to catch his breath from the incredible high.

Sam laughed, deciding to carry the tired man to the bathroom, setting him on the sink and cleaning up his messy hole. Bucky was uncharacteristically quiet, blue eyes wandering around the pristine white bathroom.

“Everything okay?” Sam questioned, scared that Bucky may have regretted what they've done.

“It's perfect Sam.” Bucky smiled a reassuring grin, blue eyes beaming with what Sam could only describe as love.

“How do you feel, Buck?”

“Free.”

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Sam wasn't exactly proud of himself, being a struggling college student was one thing, but on top of that he was one of the top donors for a camboy, it was quite frankly, embarrassing to say the least. But he can't help himself, it's been his Friday night routine for years, finishing his homework, going out to drink with friends and then getting back to his dorm by twelve to tune into The Winter Soldier's live stream.

He's not sure why this certain cam-boy caught his eye, he's always been into twinkey looking men, but The Winter Soldier was the complete opposite, buff and tall, with long brown hair framing his chiseled jawline. As the name implies, The Winter Soldier's live streams are all somewhat army based, he calls his viewers captain, or soldier and he dresses in loose army inspired outfits. Sam always did like the military, specifically the airforce, but he sure didn't think it would influence his porn preferences.

“Come on Sam, the night is still young!” Steve cried, pouting that Sam had decided to leave the bar at only eleven. “It's not even midnight yet! Let's get plastered and pick up some chicks.” Sam cringed as he began to pack up his belongings, he hadn't told his best friend that he's gay, in fact he hasn't told anyone.

“Man you know I gotta pick up my mom in the morning, I can hang out with you tomorrow night bro.” It's a petty lie, one that he's been feeding Steve for years now, he wasn't going to admit that he was leaving early to go watch his favorite camboy.

Though Sam is thankful that he has a one bedroom dorm, he simply shares the bathroom with another person. He enjoys the independence and privacy, living back home was a nightmare to get any sort of quiet.

“I'll see you tomorrow man.” Sam smiled while patting his friends back in an apologetic gesture.

The bar was about a thirty minute walk back to the dorm, Sam often choose to walk instead of taking Uber or transport, trying his best to save his cash, wanting every dime to go into his little online crush.

Sam's phone pinged with a notification from the very app that held his handsome camboy.

‘Don't miss The Winter Soldier live in 20 minutes!’

Sam's chest swirled with giddiness, just thinking about that buff soldier on the stream made his cock stir in interest, he walked faster, trying his best to stifle his semi-hard dick.

He finally approached the steps of his dorm, with about twenty minutes to spare, quickly opening the door, Sam rushed to the bathroom, stripping himself of his clothes and jumping into the shower. It was a brief wash, just enough to clean off some sweat and grime from the short excursion to the bar. Once he was finished he hopped onto his bed, naked of course, and opened his laptop, typing in the website. He saw that The Winter Soldier was already live, only for about two minutes, Sam huffed, mad that he even missed a couple seconds from the cam-boys live.

“Welcome everyone, yes I’ll start soon I’m just waiting a couple minutes for the late stragglers.” Bucky chuckled, it wasn't his real name, but the chat came up with a nickname for the young man a couple years ago and it kind of just stuck.

Sam gasped as he laid eyes on the delicious man, he sat on his bed dressed in a cropped green jean jacket, tight black boxers, dogtags hanging from his bare neck, and to top his outfit off he donned his signature large metal black mask to conceal his identity.

“Captianfuck69, thank you so much for the donations, what am I doing today you ask?” The soldier chuckled, bringing a fingerless gloved hand up to his face in a pondering motion. “Didn't I tell you guys last week that I had a special surprise to show you?” Bucky teased, shifting his body allowing his viewers to see his prominent bulge.

Sam licked his lips, wondering what the surprise was. The Winter Soldier primarily just did streams where he would stroke his cock and talk dirty to the camera, but as of recently he's been doing different stuff, fleshlights, vibrators, and one time he even tried out nipple clamps, but the one thing Sam so desperately wanted to see was The Winter Soldier take some dick.

“I think two hundred people is enough to reveal the surprise!” Bucky stood up and angled his ass towards the camera, pulling down his boxers, showing off his tight muscular ass.

Sam's eyes grew wide, The Winter Soldier was on his hands and knees, ass in full view, but what surprised him most was the black jeweled heart shaped button plug sitting snugly inside his ass.

“First time putting anything up there.” Bucky sighed as he shook his butt, cheeks jiggling from the momentum. “I was so tight, I could barely get it in.” Sam began to stroke his hard cock, watching the stream intently.

A chime rang through Bucky's room, notifying the streamer that someone had donated. A robotic voice began to relay the message from the donator.

“Thorsfathammer says: you're such a slutty boy, when are you gonna take a cock in that virgin hole?”

The soldier laughed and shook his head, a small blush could be seen on the exposed bit of flesh that the mask wasn't covering.

“Captain, you can't speak to privates like that, you'll get in trouble from the commander.” The Winter Soldier continued swaying his hips, giving all his viewers a show. Once in a while he'd venture a hand down to his hole and tug on the pretty plug.

“Fuck.” Sam continued stroking his wet, weeping cock, spitting on his hand for more lubrication. He tried not to type in chat, he sometimes would donate, though he usually keeps the comments tame, calling the soldier pretty or saying that he has a fat cock.

“What should I do, Captain? Should I leave the plug inside and stroke my cock?” The soldier asked, turning back towards the camera, blue eyes gleaming in the light. “Or do you guys wanna see my hungry hole filled with a big dildo?” Sam gasped at the mention of anal, The Winter Soldier has never done anything like that on his stream, ever.

A prompt popped up on the side of the stream, it was a poll asking if the soldier should just masturbate with the buttplug inside or if he should use a dildo on his ass and open his hole up. Sam quickly shifted his cursor towards the dildo option, he's always wanted to see Bucky dripping in sweat as he rode a fat cock.

The soldier got up from the bed and walked closer to his stream set up, trying his best to read the chat and see the poll results.

“Oh my, it looks like most of you wanna see my virgin ass be defiled.” Bucky didn't look surprised by the results, he simply walked away towards a dresser in his room opening it up and rummaging inside. “I bought a lot of dildos for this, does anyone want a specific colour?” The soldier turned back towards the camera with a questioning brow. “If anyone wants a specific colour you'll have to donate fifty dollars.” A slight chuckle could be heard from the stream once the soldier finished speaking.

Sam didn't hesitate, quickly pressing the donate button and typing in fifty bucks, he was thankful that his credit card was already linked to the website. The donation asked if he wanted to add a comment, licking his lips, Sam began to type.

“Nobody wants a specific colour? Come on!” Sam watched Bucky's body jump when a donation chime came in.

“Thefalcon81 donated fifty dollars and said: Got a big black dildo in there?” The robotic voice read the message, the soldier seemed to perk up at the username, having heard it many times before.

“Falcon, you're here today!” The soldier said, tone happier than before. “I sure do have a big black one, could it be? Is that what your cock looks like?” Bucky questioned, grabbing the large dark phallus and bringing it towards the camera. He leaned in towards the computer, searching for Sam's response to his question.

Sam gleamed, stomach churning at being noticed by his favorite camboy, he typed away on the keyboard, smiling as he wrote his response.

“Yes my cock is big and would open up your tight hole perfectly.” Bucky read out allowing the entire stream to hear Sam's response. “Well, well, well, captain, that's a bold claim, maybe I'm a size queen and your cock wouldn't be enough for my slutty hole.” The soldier responded while moving the camera towards the ground and sticking the dildo's suction cup onto the hardwood floor.

Sam decided not to type anything else, opting to bring his hand back to his cock to stroke the fleshy girth. He smiled as he watched The Winter Soldier prepare the rubber dick, pouring a generous amount of lube onto the large dildo.

“Captain, you have to be gentle and patient with me. I haven't done this before, it's gonna hurt if we go too fast.” Sam could only assume the soldier was smirking under that mask.

Donations began to chime in, egging on Bucky, encouraging him to sit on that girthy dildo and ride his tight rim raw.

“My squad is so nice sending me all these donations.” Bucky's eyes sparkled as he gazed towards the camera with an innocent gleam. “Y'all wanna see me ride this big fat cock don't you?” The Winter Soldier asked while crouching down and angling his pelvis towards the waiting length.

Sam ran his hand up and down his cock in a hungry motion, stopping at the tip each time to give his wet slit a rub. He couldn't help but let out little grunts each time he reached his base, venturing his other hand down his chest to cup at his swollen balls.

“Who's gonna take this pretty plug out of my ass?” Bucky asked, squatting down, waiting for another donation before he took his buttplug out.

Three quick dings chimed, the robotic voice only reading the first donation.

“Antzmanz420 donated one hundred and twenty dollars and said: sit your pretty pink ass on that fat cock.”

Bucky laughed at the directness of the message, looking up towards the camera with his big blue eyes. He reached his hand down towards his well prepared hole and took out that pretty plug, dropping it to the floor with a loud thud. His cock twitched at the slight stimulation, pre-cum dripping from his untouched dick.

“Wanna take my virginity Captain?” The soldier asked with an innocent tone, body shaking from anticipation.

Sam released his cock, moving his cursor back to the donation button, he usually only donates fifty, but this was a special occasion, he wanted to be the one to take The Winter Soldier's virginity. Quickly typing out a dirty message and sending in the money before anyone else could.

“TheFalcon81 donated two hundred dollars and said: let daddy fill that virgin hole up real good for you baby.” The robot voice finished speaking, Bucky shifted his body and slightly lowered himself down, rubber tip just slightly breaching his tight hole.

“Mmm, Falcon, baby, you treat me so well.” Bucky sighed, throwing back his head in pleasure as he sat further down on the large dildo. “Wanna take my virginity? You're gonna be the first cock inside my tight ass, are you excited?” The soldier was finally down to the base of the fake cock, body trembling from the new found sensation.

Donation chimes continued ringing in, the robotic voice speaking every once in a while, Sam tuned out the other noise, wanting only to hear Bucky's pathetic whimpers as he rode that girthy black dildo with uncoordinated thrusts.

“Oh Captain! You fill me up so good!” The soldier's body shook with pleasure, body trembling with ecstasy and face dripping in sweat. Sam rubbed his cock in time with Bucky's pelvis, making him feel like he was the one inside of the soldier, giving him all that pleasure.

The Winter Soldier decided to angle his pelvis, allowing the dildo to hit his prostate. He moaned softly as he felt that big dick hit his g-spot, body shaking with new found pleasure.

“Oh Captain! Right there!” Sam moaned himself as he watched Bucky squirm in ecstasy, body moving faster than before. “Gonna make me cum! Can I cum Captain?” Bucky looked towards the camera once more, big blue innocent eyes glaring daggers towards Sam's own brown orbs.

Sam wanted to donate, wanting the camboy to acknowledge him once more, but he was so close to his own high that he decided not to. He watched the pale body move frantically, searching desperately for his own orgasm, sweat dripping down that beautiful toned body, muscles shaking with exertion.

A dozen chimes dinged from the donations, everyone wanted to see The Winter Soldier blow his load untouched while riding that big fat cock for the first time.

“TonyClanker donated fifty five dollars and said: Cum untouched and I'll donate a grand.” Bucky moaned as the robot read all the donation messages, chimes ringing every twenty seconds with each donation.

“So generous Captain!” Bucky's hair was drenched in sweat, brown locks sticking to his large black mask. “Thank you! You're gonna make me cum!” Bucky's pelvis twitched, pink cock pulsating as he came in long white streaks, toned stomach painted white with his own seed.

Sam moaned as he watched the soldier ride out his orgasm, throwing his own head back in pleasure, Sam came on his hand, white liquid dripping from his red inflamed tip.

“Holy fuck.” Sam huffed, chest heaving from exhaustion. He couldn't help but massage his wrist, pain radiating from jerking off too hard.

Bucky was now dressed back in his tight boxers, cock flaccid and satisfied from his previous actions. He sat back on the bed and angled the camera once more towards himself, addressing the chat before he left the stream.

“Thank you all so much for the donations!” His blue eyes were reading the chat, searching for any comments to read. “My next mission? Well you'll have to tune in next week to see Captain.” Bucky's face scrunched up in happiness, content with his successful stream.

Sam decided to type, just bidding the soldier goodbye.

“See you next Friday?” Bucky read out, glancing at the username, brows raising in surprise. “Yes Falcon! I'll see you next friday, thank you for the donations! You treat me too well.” The soldier winked at the camera, clearly directing it at Sam.

Sam cheeks heated in embarrassment from actually being addressed by The Winter Soldier, his stomach coiled and churned, it almost felt like being noticed by a celebrity.

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Bucky promised Sam a surprise upon his return from Brooklyn; he's been busy with charity auctions, campaign tours and fancy business dinners. To be quite honest he was never really into politics, but after his pardon from the president and the whole Flag Smasher debacle, he felt that the only way left to help people without using violence was to become a congressman. Sam teased him relentlessly about it, saying nobody would want to vote for a notorious assassin, but aside from the heckling, his boyfriend was encouraging about the whole thing and congressman Barns does have a certain ring to it.

“You know I can always come pick you up, Buck.” Sam said over the phone, Bucky was currently getting on his motorcycle, preparing himself for the long journey to D.C. “Flying is so much faster.” Sam added with a smirk, knowing just how Bucky felt about heights.

“You know what Sammy, you try falling off a train driving through the Alps and see how you’ll feel about heights.” Bucky retorted, not enjoying this conversation one bit.

“C’mon, you can close your eyes, I’ll carry you the whole way, promise.” Bucky scoffed, he could barely set foot on a plane without hyperventilating, never mind being in the open air, relying on Sam to carry him two states over.

“However appealing that may sound, I'm quite alright.” Sam laughed at Bucky’s firm resistance, they’ve tried it before, flying together with Sam’s wing suit, each time Bucky kicked and screamed for Sam to put him down. “Just sit still Sammy, I’ll be there soon.” Bucky tried his best to reassure his inpatient boyfriend.

“Fine, you know the only reason I’m like this is because you keep on telling me we’re doing something special tonight.” Sam said, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

Bucky hummed, smirking as he strapped his bag to the back of his bike. They’ve talked about many things involving the bedroom, at first Bucky was embarrassed to voice his interests, scared of just being gay, Sam managed to coax him out of his shell, learning interests about Bucky that shocked him, the man was very submissive in bed, quite the opposite to how he is in everyday life. But one left Bucky’s mouth once and it always seemed to stick in Sam’s mind, fisting. At first he was opposed to it, fearing that he would hurt Bucky, but as time went on he couldn’t seem to get that one word out of his head. Everytime he fingered Bucky he would imagine sticking two more fingers inside, eventually his knuckles and then his whole hand, stretching out the pretty pink rim.

“I’ll see you soon.” Bucky said, flinging his leg over the bike and straddling the seat. “Love you.”

Sam smiled.

“Love you too, drive safe, baby.” He hung up the phone, wondering what Bucky had in store for tonight.

It was a routine ride, one Bucky has done many times, though this time his destination couldn’t come fast enough. It’s been about three weeks since he’s last seen Sam, giddiness stirred in his stomach, coiling his organs into knots. Bucky couldn’t ask for a better partner and with this understanding between the two, Bucky wanted to reward Sam, to show him how grateful he is. He thought long and hard about what he wanted to do, at first he thought about taking him out to some fancy restaurant, but he’s sick of crowds, then he thought of a movie night, too boring, but then he remembered their last night together before he left for Brooklyn. Sam had been going at his behind for about ten minutes, three fingers deep, satisfying Bucky to his core, but he couldn't forget the unfamiliar push of Sam’s pinky and thumb catching the rim of his ass, asking for permission to be let in. That’s when Bucky thought that it’s been awhile since they’ve introduced something new into the bedroom and why not try out fisting, Bucky has been bottoming for a long time now, surely he could take Sam’s whole hand.

“Hey baby.” Sam said, opening the door for his boyfriend, inviting him inside.

“Hey.” Bucky replied, leaning in for a quick kiss, then running to the bathroom. “Sorry gotta pee.” Sam understood and stepped aside, allowing Bucky to run down the hall.

“How was the drive?” Sam asked through the closed door.

“Fine, it felt a little longer than usual.” Bucky said, speaking louder so Sam was able to hear through the wooden door. “Mind if I take a quick shower?” Bucky asked, knowing that Sam really didn't care either way.

“Yeah I'll be in our room.” Sam replied, sauntering away, his heart swelled at the excitement of spending the night with his lover.

Bucky decided to open himself up a little, using the lube he had stashed in his coat pocket. He and Sam sometimes had spontaneous car sex and only one time they had forgot the lube, Sam had a nasty bruise on his arm after he tried putting his cock in raw.

Bucky got three fingers of his own inside, not wanting to put anymore in. He got out of the shower and dried himself off, dressed in only his black sweater and boxers, Bucky quickly left the bathroom, seeking out Sam.

“Finally, it took you long enough.” Sam whined, eyeing up his boyfriend as he walked through the door. “You look comfy, wanna cuddle.” Sam asked with a questioning look.

“W-well I had something else in mind.” Bucky couldn't help but blush thinking of what they were about to do.

“Like what?” Sam asked as he sat up on the bed, sending Bucky a questioning look.

“I was thinking, since you're such a good boyfriend.” Bucky began to speak, running his metal finger along the perimeter of the bed. “That we could try something new?” Sam looked towards Bucky with shock, most of the time he was the one suggesting new things in bed, Bucky liked to keep it fairly vanilla.

“S-sure, what were you thinking?” Sam couldn't help but stutter, giddiness getting the better of him.

“F-fisting.” Bucky spoke quickly, embarrassed to say the word at a normal pace.

Sam visibly perked up at the suggestion, he hasn't told Bucky but that was something he's always wanted to try.

“Really?” Sam questioned.

“Yeah, I even prepared myself a little bit.” Bucky said, finally climbing onto the bed and sitting next to his boyfriend.

“What, Buck, c'mon you know I like to do that.” Sam smiled as he spoke, teasing the poor congressman. “You didn't put more than three fingers in, right?” Bucky blushed at the question.

“N-no.”

“Good.” Sam shifted towards Bucky, placing his large hand on the muscular pale thigh. “I wanna be the first one to get my whole fist up your slutty hole.” Bucky couldn't help but whimper at Sam's words, his boyfriend has always been good with dirty talk, but this felt so raw.

Bucky moved first, leaning over Sam, catching his lips in a chaste kiss. The two fought for dominance, licking and sucking with devoted passion. Sam's calloused hands wandered down Bucky's body, lifting the large hoodie up past his pretty pink nipples, exposing them to the cool air.

“Sam!” Bucky moaned as his boyfriend rubbed and massaged his erect nipples. “Oh! R-right there!” Bucky stuttered, body trembling with pleasure.

Sam groaned while moving his mouth down towards Bucky's chest, licking at the erect pink buds.

“Bucky, shit, you treat me so fucking good.” Sam gazed towards Bucky's glossy blue eyes. “You really wanna do this, doll?”

Bucky nodded eagerly, sending Sam a little smile as he moved his hands down to his pelvis, taking off his tight black boxers and opening his legs, inviting Sam into his warm embrace.

“Want it so bad Sammy.” Bucky leaned in towards Sam's ear, kissing the flash while whispering, “You don't even know how long I've been waiting for you to open up my ass.”

Sam moved fast, reaching into his night stand and grabbing the tiny bottle of lube, spreading the cool liquid generously on his fingers and Bucky's well prepared hole.

“You're gonna be a good boy and take my whole fist tonight right?” Sam said, grinding two of his digits around Bucky's pink hole.

“Mmmhhh.” Bucky replied, lifting his hips slightly to allow Sam better access to his sobbing wet cavern.

Two of his large digits breach Bucky's hole with ease, stretching the pink rim in a familiar feeling of pleasure. Sam noted how Bucky's muscles quivered when he pressed onto that sensitive button, buried deep in his ass.

“Oh, Sammy, I can take more.” Bucky grabbed Sam's wrist encouraging the younger to add another finger.

“I don't doubt that you couldn't, my love. But I want to make sure you're feeling good too.” Sam rubbed his unused hand on Bucky's lower stomach in a comforting gesture.

Though he decided to comply with Bucky's request, sinking another finger inside his wet waiting hole. It opened up nicely to his digit, fitting snugly alongside the other two.

“Ready for another baby?” Sam was eager to see his handsome boyfriend withering under him.

“Y-yes, want all of you.” Bucky stuttered as he spoke, body trembling with anticipation.

Sam obliged once more, sneaking his pinky finger inside, the fit was tight and Sam could tell the cringe on Bucky's face when he felt his hole stretch further than it ever has before. Sam's cock twitched inside his jeans, straining against the tight fabric, asking desperately to be released.

“How is it?” Sam questioned, slightly moving his four fingers, testing the give of Bucky's tight ass.

“I feel so full.” Bucky squirmed at the new found sensation, whimpering every time Sam so much as moved his hand.

“You're so tight Buck, I don't know if my thumb will even fit.” Sam watched Bucky, concern plastered on his face.

“Of course I can Sammy, do it, put that thumb in my hungry hole.” Bucky snickered, opening his legs wider, enticing Sam further.

Sam was flustered, looking at Bucky's slutty body shaking in need, waiting patiently for Sam's last finger to enter his hole.

“Okay baby, relax for me.” Sam opted to go slow, angling his thumb towards Bucky's pretty pink rim, allowing the digit to enter his cavern slowly.

“Oh!” Bucky threw his head back, brown locks sprawling onto the pillow. “S-Sam!” Bucky moaned softly, glancing towards his lover with passion in his eyes.

“Holy fuck, Buck, baby.” Sam sighed, finally pushing his whole hand inside of Bucky, rim closing tightly around his wrist.

“G-give me a second.” Bucky huffed, body trembling with want, sweat coating his body.

“Yeah, okay.” Sam sat incredibly still, not wanting to hurt Bucky in any way.

The pair were silent as Bucky tried his best to accustom himself to the rather large fist inside of his ass. He grimaced when he shifted, feeling Sam's wrist tug on his hole in a rather painful way. Sam's cock was indeed big, Bucky was in fact quite content with it, though having a whole fist inside was a lot more demanding than a simple phallus.

“We can stop anytime Bucky.” Sam reminded his lover, not wanting to continue the sexual act if Bucky wasn't feeling it.

“I-it's okay, just need you to find my sweet spot.” Bucky sighed looking up towards Sam in a pleading way.

Bucky's rim was tight around his fist, the muscles pulsating with every move of his hand. Sam added more lube, trying his best to help the glide of his large fist plunging into Bucky's hole. Sam searched desperately for Bucky's prostate, wanting him to feel the incredible pleasure he usually does when Sam's cock is inside.

“T-there!’ Bucky moaned, pelvis shaking from the familiar pleasure.

“Oh Buck, you're so fucking pretty.” Sam smiled, finally getting to see Bucky unravel on his fist, hole tightening from the immense stretch. “Laying there all opened up from my fist. Tell me how it feels, baby?” Sam felt that now was an appropriate time to tease Bucky, he knows exactly where his prostate is, but he deliberately chooses to brush it ever so slightly.

“Mmm! Sam!” Bucky threw his head back, arching his body from the teasing feeling. “I want you deeper!” Sam moaned as he saw Bucky's form bow in submission, his pretty pink dick was untouched yet still dripping pre-cum, silently letting Sam know how much he enjoyed his fist up his ass.

“I'm gonna go faster, is that okay?” Sam looked at Bucky with concern, he wanted Bucky's full consent before he even tried to move any faster.

Unsurprisingly Bucky nods enthusiastically, helping Sam with the movements by swaying his hips in time with the tiny thrusts. Bucky whimpered at the painful pleasure, cringing when he hole made wet absence noises from the fast thrusts.

“Such a good boy, taking it so well for me.” Sam praised, feeling the hole grow tighter from his words.

“I wanna cum Sammy.” Bucky cried out, a lone tear running down his flushed cheek.

“Yeah? Want me to make you feel good baby?” Sam asked, teasing Bucky's prostate further, but not yet giving the relief Bucky was so desperately seeking.

“Mmmhhh!” Bucky moaned once more, opening his mouth wide as drool fell from his wet entrance.

Sam finally decided enough was enough, moving his fist and angling it to hit right onto Bucky's sweet spot, abusing the button with practiced ease.

Bucky's body began convulsing in pleasure, hard dick dripping from the direct stimulation.

“Sammy! Oh!” Bucky cried out from the feeling of his hole being so incredibly full. “Too much! M'gonna cum!” Sam heard the desperate cries of pleasure and continued his ministrations, thrusting his fist faster and faster, trying his best to chase Bucky's high.

“Cum baby, cum around my fist.” Sam began thrusting his own pelvis allowing his dick to get stimulation through his pants.

“Sammy!” Bucky threw his head back and came, white ropes painting his lower stomach with the sticky liquid.

“Fuck!” Sam gasped, trying to get his hand out of the tight grip. “So sexy baby, lemme get my hand out.” Sam tried once again to take his fist out of the abused hole.

Bucky relaxed as best he could, allowing the large fist to exit his warm wet cavern. Sam got up and wiped his hand with a couple tissues, then returned to Bucky to clean him off.

“You feel alright?” Sam asked calmly.

“I feel amazing.” Bucky smiled, opening his legs once more allowing Sam to clean up his messy hole.

“Well you should recommend stuff like this more often.” Sam returned the grin while rubbing Bucky's lower stomach in a loving manner.

“Mmm, only if my Sammy is a good boy.” Bucky laughed, leaning into Sam, giving him a quick kiss.

“I love you Congressmen Barns.” Sam teased, embracing his lover in a tight grasp.

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Sam wasn't exactly sure why he agreed to this, in fact he was the one to bring it up in the first place, though he thought it would've gone a little differently. He fought endlessly to be the one doing the hunting, not getting hunted. But Bucky was feisty, saying that it'll be fun and he knows how much Sam likes his tight leather black Winter Soldier suit.

So here he was flying through the thick forests of the Maryland wilderness, not knowing when Bucky will appear, or how exactly the ex assassin will get him out of the sky. Though Bucky is highly skilled, Sam has no doubt that his boyfriend will get him down, but he's scared it won't come without any bumps and bruises.

He scanned the brush and branches on the horizon, seeing if he could find his stealthy boyfriend. The two discussed everything that was about to happen today, Sam was to fly into the forest and Bucky was to find him and have his way with him, non consensually of course. They even went so far as to make a safe word for the both of them just in case.

Sam did feel a slight fear at the fact that Bucky was in his old attire once more, though it is extremely sexy, it also brings back some unsavory memories of his very brief fight with the brainwashed Bucky Barns.

Flying through the leaves he finally spotted a tall black figure standing on the ground watching the sky. In a quick blur, Sam felt a grappling hook wrap itself around his ankle, halting him to a stop. He wasn't very high in the first place, but Bucky still pulled him down, hitting the dirt hard and knocking the wind out of him.

Bucky crouched over him, black metal mask and dark goggles hiding his face. Sam gasped when he saw his boyfriend in the full Winter Soldier get up once more, cock twitching in interest, horniness blocking out the pain he once felt.

“Who are you?” Sam wanted to try his best with the role playing they decided on, though it wasn't hard when all they had to do was act like strangers.

But Bucky took it one step further, taking off those goggles, exposing his beautiful blue eyes that were lined over with black eyeshadow. He spoke in a different language, one that he hasn't heard Bucky speak in awhile, Russian. His voice was deeper than it is when he speaks english and Sam can't deny that it wasn't sexy as fuck.

“I don't want any trouble.” Sam replied, putting his hands up in an innocent gesture.

“Shut up.” Bucky hissed out, deciding to drop the Russian act since Sam doesn't understand the language.

“Wha-” Sam was quickly cut off by Bucky's metal hand covering his mouth, fingers gripping tightly onto his flesh,bruising the poor cheeks. “Mmm!” Sam moaned around the fingers, brows furrowing in distress.

“Quiet.” Bucky whispered into Sam's ear. “You're gonna fuck me, and your gonna like it.” Bucky said with a husky tone.

Sam's cock hardened even further, clearly liking how assertive his boyfriend is being. Bucky watched Sam's face for any form of hesitation, he was met with kind brown eyes, waiting for Bucky to make his next move.

“Such a handsome man, couldn't help myself, I've been stalking you since last night.” Bucky said while moving his hands down Sam's clothed body, reaching the belt and unbuckling the leather.

“Mmmmm!” Sam tried again to speak, but Bucky's grip was too strong, completely silencing the helpless man.

“Shhhh.” Bucky looked back up at Sam, piercing blue eyes sending daggers into his calm brown orbs. “Be a good boy and stay quiet, don't want anyone hearing your pathetic whimpers.” Bucky finally got Sam's pants off, taking the underwear as well.

Bucky released Sam's mouth, wanting to hear what his victim had to say.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Sam asked, chest heaving from the lack of air.

“Awe, don't cry baby.” Bucky tilted his head, dark glare piercing Sam's eyes, making his body shiver in fear. “I just wanted to have my way with you, that's all.” Bucky said reassuringly, using his metal hand to caress Sam's sweaty cheek.

“N-no, I don't want to!” Sam tried his best to fight back, using both of his hands to push Bucky away, though to no avail, the solid mass of a man didn't even move.

Bucky's face scrunched in anger, bringing his own hands up to pin Sam to the ground, digging his large palms into the dirt.

“Don't be bad!” Bucky shouted, mask slightly dimming his tone. “If you're good I'll be gentle.” Bucky said, releasing Sam from his hold so he could get his own pants and underwear off.

Sam whimpered, trying his best to act like an innocent victim who was about to be taken advantage of.

“Please.” Sam said, licking his lips as Bucky stripped his pants off. “Don't do this please, I won't tell anyone if you stop right now.” Sam pleaded once more, though not truly meaning it.

Once Bucky's pants and underwear were off he moved back towards Sam, swinging his leg over Sam's pliant body, straddling the large waist.

“Mmm, it's okay baby, I'll be real gentle I promise.” Bucky reached into his breast pocket and took out a tiny bottle of lube.

Sam laid very still, allowing Bucky to pour the slick all over his hard cock, coating the flesh in the slippery liquid. The soldier had already prepared himself, not wanting to delay their intercourse any further, after all it had to be spontaneous.

“Stop it!” Sam shouted this time, bringing his hand up to slap Bucky's face. Though before his palm could reach its intended target it was caught by gloved fingers in a tight embrace.

“You're being bad, Sam.” Bucky said in a demeaning tone, bringing his metal hand to Sam's wrists, pinning them down into the dirt. “Let me fuck you.” Bucky lifted his pelvis, angling Sam's hungry cock to his well prepared hole, sitting down on the fleshy girth, opening his hole with familiar ease.

“Oh yeah! That's all I wanted, Sammy.” Bucky sighed, moving his hips in a circular motion, teasing the pliant man under him.

“Get off me!” Sam sneered out, grinding his teeth together in an attempt to look angry.

Bucky ignored his victim, turning to look down towards his cock, watching as the large girth slid in and out of him with delicious pleasure. Bucky threw his head back as he rode Sam's dick, body shaking from the stimulation.

“Got such a fat cock, knew I had to have you.” Bucky moaned as he tried to speak. “Felling me up so good, baby.” Bucky gasped while Sam moaned, not fully being able to keep his angry persona up.

“Stop it!” Sam tried to move again, using all of his strength to get Bucky to release his hands, though his attempts were futile, Bucky was just too strong.

“Don't fucking move.” Bucky snarled, thrusting his pelvis down harder, enveloping Sam's cock fully.

Sam looked at Bucky in a loving manner, wanting so desperately to see Bucky's full face contorted in pleasure. Though he must keep up his act, he once again tries to break free, this time opting on using his legs, bucking up, trying to push his lover off his cock.

“No!” Bucky yelled, using his large combat boots to pin down Sam's meaty thighs. “Be good.”

Sam sneered at Bucky, body stilling, fully pliant to his boyfriend's forceful hand. Sam watched the man on top of him, long brown hair framing his masked face, pretty blue eyes slightly glossy from the extreme stimulation. Bucky still adorns his tight black leather vest, one sleeve exposed showing off his metallic arm proudly. Through the tight fabric, Sam could see Bucky’s chest heaving from exertion. His boyfriend knew how to ride cock and his stamina is impeccable, but Bucky’s body seemed to falter with each movement he took, either he was close to coming or incredibly tired.

“Plase stop, it hurts.” Sam finally spoke up once more, cock twitching from Bucky’s wet tight rim.

Bucky looked at Sam with a questioning gaze, truly wondering if he was hurting Sam. His question was quickly answered by Sam’s own micro thrusts, encouraging Bucky to keep riding.

“It’s a good thing I like you.” Bucky said, releasing his metal hand from Sam’s wrists, moving it back to Sam’s mouth, covering the entrance. “Cause you don’t listen.” Bucky placed both of his feet back on the ground for more leverage, lifting his body up and down with a violent pace.

Sam felt the tip of his cock hit Bucky’s overstimulated prostate, pale body trembling with each poke to his sensitive sweet spot.

“Sam!” Bucky finally let Sam take over, planting his own feet onto the dirty ground, thrusting up into his lover with a brutal pace.

“Mmmm!” Sam cried out, Bucky still kept his hand clasped over Sam’s face, not allowing the younger to speak, still trying to assert dominance over him.

“Fuck me Sam.” Bucky let Sam do what he wanted, allowed him to thrust his hips, helping the poor victim reach his high. “Cum in me, I know you want to.” Bucky used his occupied hand to push onto Sam’s chest, holding him down once more and riding Sam’s cock himself.

“Mmmm! Cu-” Sam's eyes were pleading for release, cock twitching inside Bucky’s wet hole.

“Shush, I said you can come inside.” Bucky was close to his high as well, thighs shaking from the pain and pleasure. “I honestly don’t even know why you're hesitating, you like this.” Bucky huffed, cock dripping from ecstasy. “You're a slut, my slut. Cum inside Sammy, be a good boy.”

Sam’s eyes widened, cock twitching inside the warm cavern, releasing white ropes of cum in the willing hole, painting the muscles in his seed.

“Sam!” Bucky moaned while cumming himself, spraying his seed all over Sam’s shirt, wetting the once dry fabric.

Bucky took a second to catch his breath, finally taking his metal hand off of Sam’s mouth, allowing his poor boyfriend to catch a proper gasp of air.

“You okay?” Bucky asked Sam, wondering if their little role-play went smoothly.

“Perfect, though the fall I took was a little jarring.” Sam joked while bringing his hands to Bucky's thighs rubbing the strained muscles.

“Haha, remind you of something?” Bucky asked with a questioning brow.

“Mmm, yeah, that crazy brainwashed Hydra soldier.” Sam teased, scrunching his face in a loving gesture.

“Oh stop, you liked it back then and you like it now.” Bucky took off his mask and leaned down for a loving kiss.

“I do, but next time I wanna be the one doing the hunting” Sam complied, kissing those perky pink lips. “I like the eyeshadow by the way. Makes you look menacing.” Sam snickered at Bucky’s embarrassed face.

“You’d be better if you talked less.” Bucky retorted.

“So I’ve heard.”

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The Winter Soldier finally escaped Hydra, he wasn't sure why he felt like he needed to run, but it just felt right. His mind was in shambles ever since he caught Steve Rogers’ shield on that apartment rooftop. It's almost as if he knew the blond man personally, yet deep down he knows that's not possible, he's been with Hydra ever since he was created. So now here he is stranded in Washington with nowhere left to go, black eye shadow running down his sweaty face and brown hair tangled in knots.

The soldier has checked almost every backdoor in this tiny suburban neighborhood, he didn't want to hurt anybody, he just wanted a place to lay low for a bit, possibly without the homeowner knowing, though he can't be picky. He prayed that the last house on this dead end street at least had a window opened that he could climb into.

To the soldier's luck, the basement window was slightly ajar. He used all of his strength to pry open the small opening, making just enough room to allow his body to crawl through.

Upon entering the house he was met with complete darkness, the soldier assumed that he was in either the laundry room or some sort of work room, based on the lack of furniture. Though with his heightened sense of hearing he could make out a faint noise of someone snoring above him. He tried his best to stay quiet, but he quickly realized that wasn't an option when he had no sense of direction, bumping into various pieces of furniture as he made his way out of the dark basement.

The soldier could tell by the steady breathing of the sleeping individual that they did not wake up. He stumbled upon the kitchen first, opening the fridge and gazing at the contents inside, not much caught his eye, usually the Hydra handlers just tube fed him or gave him strange pill supplements.

Moving from the kitchen the Soldier noticed that there were various pictures scattered around the house, a couple of these hanging frames stuck out to the intruder, one such picture was of a middle aged woman with two young boys, the soldier could only guess this is the wife and two kids of the sleeping person upstairs, he wasn't sure, but the breathing sounded deeper like a man. He glanced at the other pictures, random faces stared back at him, though one person was prevalent in each group photo, a tall, dark, muscular man. The soldier hummed at the pictures, finally figuring out who this sleeping beauty was.

Just before the long corridor a rather dolled up military photo hung on the wall, there was a name etched onto the frame that read Sam Wilson. The man adorned a proper military uniform with a tiny dark hat atop of his curt black curls. It felt familiar to the distressed soldier, almost like he himself has worn something similar before, he remembers dark gloomy days, body spent and covered in mud. Though in each memory a large blond man was always glancing back at him and every once in a while would ask if he was okay. Though for some reason he seemed to always be dressed in blue and not black like he normally is now.

He huffed as he turned away from the offending picture, mind swarming in various directions, he began hyperventilating, panic crawling throughout his body, limbs shaking in an unfamiliar unease.

“I must kill him.” The soldier whispered, fearing that he'd be caught if he let the homeowner live. His stomach clinched in sadness, this man had a family and children, but for the benefit of himself he'll have to kill Sam Wilson.

The soldier began his quiet mission, walking down the dark hallway, floor boards creaking with every step he took. He could still hear Sam sleeping peacefully in his room, moonlight shining through the opened curtains, illuminating the back room with a mysterious glow.

The Winter Soldier's breath hitched when he finally laid eyes on his target, the man was sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the intruder currently leaning over his slumbering form. The soldier checked over the man once, then twice, by the third time he no doubt understood what was happening, the sleeping man was hard, incredibly hard.

“Wha-” The soldier caught himself, forgetting that he wasn't supposed to be here in the first place.

He blushed as he gazed upon the hard cock standing proud around the sheets, he's seen things like this before, many handlers would come to him with their pants pitched the same way, usually he would just help them by using his mouth, but other times handlers demanded his ass, opening him up in a painful stretch. He felt his own cock hardened at the situation, wondering if he climbed on top of the sleeping man, would he wake up?

“Mmm.” Sam moaned, shifting in his sleep.

The soldier couldn't help but jump back in fear, scared that he got caught. Once Sam settled Bucky took the sheets off of his body, finding that the man was completely naked under the covers.

“Oh.” The soldier couldn't help but gasp when he caught a glimpse at the large phallus standing proud. He licked his lips, throat going dry as he watched the pliant muscular body.

Throwing all caution to the window, Bucky decided to take off his trousers, releasing his shaft from its tight constraints. He reminisced on his past encounters with various handlers, pleasure usually found his body once he was properly stretched out. He spat on his metal hand and brought the wet fingers to his ass, spreading the slick on his tight puckered hole. He didn't put his fingers inside, the handlers never did, so he assumed it was normal to not open himself up before the act. He climbed over the sleeping man as quietly as he could, mattress dipping under his weight, he straddled Sam, angling his large cock towards his unprepared hole.

“Mmm!” Bucky bit his lip to stop himself from screaming, it always hurt going in, but he remembers that extreme pleasure, he sat down further chasing that high.

Sam's body shifted from the unusual feeling, eyes fluttering, though not yet waking. At this point the soldier didn't care whether the man would wake up or not, he's too busy having his way with the pliant body.

“Oh!” The Winter Soldier threw his head back in pleasure, finally getting the cock deep enough to hit his prostate.

It seems the man under him finally began to wake, face scrunching in pleasure from the tight rim wrapped around his fat cock.

“What the fuck!” Sam jumped in fear, there was an unknown man straddling his pelvis, using his cock to fuck himself.

The Winter Soldier quickly brought his metal hand to cover Sam's mouth. He panicked for a second thinking if he should just kill the man or possibly run away. But his body cried for pleasure, he wanted to keep going, to ride Sam's hungry cock until he was spent.

Bucky opted not to speak, keeping his black mask on so he could hide his identity as best as he could. He continued his movements, bouncing his perky ass on Sam's hard phallus, tightening his hole every time he bottomed out.

“Mm!” Sam cried with each thrust, fear consuming his brown eyes, showing the soldier that he didn't want this.

Bucky stared with a questioning look, if he felt good surely Sam did too? But why does he look at him with such fear? It's not like he was killing him or his family.

“Shush.” The soldier said, leaning closer to Sam's body, nuzzling his face into the muscular neck, not wanting to see the man's fearful brown eyes.

The homeowner complied with the request, staying silent and keeping his body incredibly still, allowing The Winter Soldier to have his way with him.

“Uh!” Bucky couldn't help but moan when he felt Sam's tip hit his abused prostate, leaning his head back in pleasure.

The soldier bucked his hips faster, chasing that familiar feeling of an impending orgasm. He whimpered and moaned, hoping that at least the man under him was having a good time too. He decided not to look at Sam anymore in fear that he would have that same distraught look that he once had when handlers would touch him.

“Uhhh!” Bucky rode down once more. Sam's large cock hitting his sweet spot, allowing him to cum untouched.

His seed shot all the way to Sam's bare chest, painting the muscles in his sticky wet essence. He noticed his hole felt warmer than usual, upon lifting his hips he felt an unknown liquid drip from his used hole. At first he thought it was blood, it normally is, but this time it was semen, Sam's seed to be more precise. Bucky blushed at the feeling of cum dripping out of his ass. He allowed the seed to fall from his hole, coating Sam's thighs in the wet liquid.

The Winter Soldier pondered what to do next. He hasn't released his metal hand from its tight hold around Sam's mouth, in fact he hasn't looked back at the man at all. His first thought was murder, though his heart swelled in pain, Sam had been so obedient, he feared he might have grown fond of the homeowner.

Instead he decided not to speak, releasing the poor man from his hold and getting up off of the bed, putting his clothes back on and jumping out of the ground floor window, shattering the glass as he rolled from the fall.

Sam didn't speak, body still in shock from the situation. He felt pathetic that he let himself be taken advantage of in his own house while he was sleeping no less. But Sam also can't shake that uneasy feeling from his body. The man on top of him was menacing, bright blue eyes staring daggers into him, black mask concealing his face and dark eye shadow dripping down from his eyelids painting his cheeks with the black makeup.

“What the fuck?” Sam finally spoke, body shivering from the cold being let in through the broken glass.

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Sam lived in trying times, he’s always told himself that 1940’s New York wasn’t the best place to be, but his sister always told him that it could be worse, he agrees, he much rather be here than somewhere in the deep south where the heats pounding and people look at you funny cause of your skin colour.

Though there is one thing that has always plagued his mind and that's the fact that he's pretty sure he’s gay. He hasn’t had sex with a man or even kissed one, but he can’t help but look at attractive strangers walking by or even peeking glances at his tiny roommate Steve whenever he’s shirtless just after a shower. Sure he’s been with women before, many times in fact, but there was always an empty feeling left in his heart whenever he was kissing or having sex with a woman.

He wasn’t exactly fond of brothels, well actually he’s never been to one a day in his life, but here he stands in a dingy looking building waiting in line with a bunch of other lonely men seeking pleasure for a pretty penny.

“And what can I do for you Honey?” The lady behind the counter asked.

“Um, well…” Sam hesitated, fearing asking the forbidden question.

“Speak up Hun, I ain’t got all day.” The women chastised him.

“D-do you have men here?” Sam managed to stutter out a comprehensible question.

“I’ve got everything sweetheart.” The lady gleamed, not batting an eye at Sam’s statement one bit. “Got three young men ready. Have at it.” The lady placed three tiny pictures on the counter, all images worn and grainy.

Though one photo did seem to catch Sam’s eye, a young brunette, smile big and hair done up all nice and proper. Sam took a quick glance over the other men's photos, not wanting to just choose the first one that caught his eye, though it seemed he had no interest in anyone else this lady had to offer him.

“Um, this one will do.” Sam pointed at the brunette’s photo. The counter women leaned over to look at his pick and hummed in delight.

“Ah James, good choice.” The misses smiled at him and began ringing him up. “He’s our newest boy, be sure to break him in well.” Sam’s brows furrowed at the comment, his stomach dropped in distaste, is this boy willingly selling his body?

“How much?” The price really didn’t matter, Sam came prepared, saving up about four weeks worth of paychecks from the docks.

“Four Bucks.” The mistress responded, reaching out her hand for payment.

Sam complied, handing over the coins with excitement.

“Room 312, stairs are to your right.” The mistress of the brothel handed Sam a set of keys, one to access the staircase and another to open the room he'll be staying in.

The brothel wasn't much different from his own apartment complex with the tight corridors and smoke filled walls. He coughed at the scent of tobacco and liquid wafting though the enclosed space. Finally he reached the third floor, opening the door and speed walking through the dimly lit hall. Reaching room 312 he could hear the sounds of others, some just talking, while others were doing unsavory things. Sam huffed, trying his best to get his nerves in check, he reached for the doorknob and unlocked it with his key.

“Oh!” James jumped, startled by the door opening.

“S-sorry, I didn't mean to scare’ya.” Sam poked his head inside before entering the room.

“I-it's okay…” James replied, voice breathless.

“May I come in?” Sam asked, wanting to be polite with his partner.

Sam looked the prostitute over, the man was dressed in only a white dress shirt, top three buttons undone to show off his hairless chest.

“Oh, yes, please come in.” James got up from the bed and greeted Sam with a tight hand shake. “My name is James…But you can call me Bucky if you'd like.” Sam smiled at the formal gesture.

“I'm Sam.” He replied nervously. Hands shaking from anticipation. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, so how do you like it?” Bucky asked not an ounce of hesitation in his voice.

“W-what do you mean?” Sam asked, flustered at the straightforwardness of the question.

“Top or bottom?” Bucky looked tired, clearly annoyed at the innocence of his customer.

“I've never done it with a man before.” Sam said truthfully, voice cracking with embarrassment.

“Alright so you'll put it in me then.” Bucky sighed, going back onto the bed and positioning himself for Sam. “I have no patience to open a virgin today.” Sam's face felt hot when he looked at the pretty man waiting for him.

“O-okay sure.” Sam began to take his clothes off, undoing his buttons with shaky fingers.

“Here, let me.” Bucky got up off the bed once more and helped Sam undress himself. “Sorry if I seem moody, it's just been a long day.” Bucky tried his best to give Sam a tired smile.

“It's okay, I get it.” Sam replied, face flustered due to the young man undressing him.

“Oh, someone is happy to see me.” Bucky looked deep into Sam's brown eyes, grabbing his hard cock and caressing the bulge.

“Y-yeah, sorry.” Sam didn't know what else to do other than apologize.

“Don't be sweetheart.” Bucky smiled a toothy grin, blue eyes sparkling in the candle light. “For once I don't have to work hard to give a guy a boner.” Sam huffed at his own inexperience, averting his eyes with embarrassment.

“I probably won't be a good fuck.” Sam sighed, insecurities getting the better of him.

“Doubt that.” Bucky laughed while undoing Sam's belt. “Haven't had a guy this handsome walk through my doors. Usually they're just old farts who've been hiding who they truly are from their wives.” Bucky looked up towards Sam, biting his lips with a seductive smirk. “Bet you got a real rod down here, huh?” Sam's cock grew harder at all the praise Bucky was giving him.

“Don't gotta butter me up.” Sam said with an endearing tone. Sam helped Bucky pull his own pants and underwear down, allowing his weeping wet cock to spring out of its restricting hold. “Oh!” Sam couldn't help but moan as Bucky began to kiss his neck, running his slippery mouth along the line of his throat.

“You want me to suck you off Sammy?” Bucky asked seductively, pretty blue orbs staring at him with a questioning gaze.

“Yeah, that'd be nice.” Sam said breathlessly, bare chest heaving from anticipation.

Bucky kissed Sam on the lips before venturing down to the hard cock waiting for him. Grabbing the hefty dick with his hands, Bucky hummed at the size of the thing, it's probably the biggest he's seen.

“You ready?” Bucky asked with a questioning brow.

Sam simply nodded his head, too anxious to speak.

“I'm the best in the business.” Bucky said jokingly before enveloping his mouth over Sam's hard dick.

He started at the tip, licking over the slit and sucking it like a popsicle. Bucky went down further, trying his best to get all of the hard cock inside his tiny mouth.

“Mmmm!” Bucky moaned when he felt Sam's long fingers brush through his styled hair.

“Gosh, you always take dick this well?” Sam asked, voice stuttering from pleasure.

In response Bucky hollowed his cheeks, sucking the dick tightly, tongue circling around the base. Spit was dripping from his overly filled mouth, liquid falling down Sam's balls and coating Bucky's chin. He began bobbing his head, bringing his lips from the base of Sam's shaft all the way to his red inflamed tip and kissing the slit before plunging back down to deep throat the willing phallus.

“Oh! Bucky!” Sam gasped, throwing his head back in pleasure. “Shit, stop, gonna make me cum.” Sam hesitated, hips stilling as he didn't want to cum too soon.

Bucky popped his head off Sam's cock and gazed up at his customer.

“You can cum in my mouth if you'd like.” Bucky said, blue eyes staring up innocently towards Sam.

“No.” Sam huffed, grabbing Bucky by the arms and pulling him up. “Wanna fuck you.” Bucky smiled after he heard Sam's response.

“Alright.” Bucky turned away from Sam and walked towards the bed. “I'm already prepped, you can just slip in.” Bucky climbed onto the bed and turned around, presenting to Sam on his hands and knees.

“Um.” Sam watched Bucky intently, too scared to speak up.

“What's wrong?” Bucky asked, not even bothering to turn around.

“I wanna see you.” Sam asked bashfully, cheeks heating up from the answer.

“Oh sweet thing.” Bucky blushed himself, not exactly used to the tenderness that Sam was willing to offer.

Bucky turned around and laid on his back styled hair sprawling on top of the pillow, framing his face handsomely. He lifted his knees and brought them towards his chest, allowing Sam to get a good view of his wet pink hole.

“J-just in there?” Sam hesitated while pointing at Bucky's ass, he's heard rumors of how men do it, but he's never experienced it himself.

“Yes, there.” Bucky snickered, shaking his head in disbelief. “C'mon don't be afraid. You paid for a good time and I'll show you one.” Sam nodded and climbed onto the mattress, holding his cock in hand and angling perfectly against Bucky's hole.

Sam went slow making sure not to hurt Bucky as he slipped his rather large member inside. Bucky couldn't help but release tiny whimpers as he felt Sam's fat cock open him up in ways he never had been before.

“Oh! Sam!” Bucky moaned as he finally felt Sam bottom out.

“Shit! Is it good?” Sam questioned as he felt his own body be consumed by pleasure.

“So good sweetheart, keep going.” Bucky replied, encouraging his customer.

Sam began thrusting, pelvis moving in time with Bucky's own tiny momentum.

“God, you're practically a natural at this Sammy.” Bucky gasped at a particular rough thrust from Sam, just barely grazing his sweet spot. “If I found you on the street I wouldn't have made you pay for my services.” Bucky smiled as he watched Sam falter with hesitance.

“It feels amazing Buck!” Sam groaned, pleasure almost unbearable that he has to grind his teeth to keep himself together. “It’s never felt like this before!” Bucky laughed at Sam’s inexperience, throwing his head back in amusement.

“I’ll teach’ya something Sammy, maybe it’ll help pick up some guys in those dingy back-ally gay bars.” Bucky raised himself on his elbows, gazing daringly into Sam’s curious eyes. “Angle your pelvis slightly up, hit my sweet spot will’ya?” Sam huffed as he watched Bucky bite his lip seductively, waiting patiently for Sam to continue his movements.

“I’m real close, Buck.” Sam admitted, even through his own pleasure ridden mind he was able to do exactly what Sam told him to, thrusting up towards Bucky’s stomach, hitting his prostate dead on.

“Uh!” Bucky moaned, body jolting from the unexpected stimulation. “Sammy!” Bucky cried out once more, hips chasing Sam’s dick for more sensations.

Sam grunted as he watched Bucky whimper and moan under him, he felt powerful to have such a handsome man withering below him in ecstasy. He was desperate to see Bucky come undone, so he continued his brutal pace, thrusting up towards Bucky’s sweet spot and hitting in dead center every time.

“Sam! Holy shit!” Bucky was gasping for air, Sam’s cock was too much for him to handle. “Gonna cum, sweet-heart, Don’t stop!”

Sam was close to coming himself, he tried his best to stifle it down, wanting to show Bucky a really good time. But his inexperience was getting the better of him, exhaustion weighed on his body as he tried his hardest to keep himself up.

“Bucky!” Sam wasn’t able to tell Bucky he was coming, before he knew it he was shooting his sticky seed right into the prostitute's puckered pink hole.

“Oh! Sammy!” Bucky knew Sam came inside of him, he wasn’t mad, not one bit. “Cumming!” Bucky’s body buckled then twitched, cock releasing tiny drops of wet white liquid all over his clean dress shirt.

The pair looked at each other, the room was completely quiet as the other waited for one to break the silence.

“Um, how much did you pay?” Bucky asked, cheeks red from embarrassment.

“F-four bucks.” Sam stuttered out confused by the question.

“Gonna make sure she gives you a discount next time.” Bucky laughed, winking at the oblivious man.

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Bucky wasn’t exactly happy that he was madly in love with Sam Wilson, but he’s managed to have kept it a secret from Steve, Sam and somehow even Natasha. He never intended for it to happen and he’s tried just about everything to make his stupid crush go away. Ignoring the poor man didn’t work, berating Sam only caused the two to clash, and finally leaving the city Sam lived in only made Bucky's heart grow fonder.

Ever since the move to Brooklyn, Sam keeps on calling him, he thinks Bucky is all bummed out about Steve going back in time to be with Peggy, but that's far from the truth, in fact Bucky ran away because he was scared of his feelings for his best friends-friend.

So now Bucky felt like he only had one option left, fuck the crush out of him. But actually having sex with Sam wasn’t an option and online dating was terrifying, so Bucky decided to order his very first dildo off of the internet. He’s extremely embarrassed about it and prays that the one delivering it won’t realize what it is.

About two days later his phone pings with a notification, his parcel has been delivered and attached on the email was a picture of his crappy looking apartment door with a decent sized box standing beside it.

“Finally.” Bucky huffs while getting up off his cozy couch and opening the door, quickly grabbing the parcel and locking the door tight.

He ventured to his kitchen and grabbed a sharp steak knife, cutting the tape and opening the cardboard box with eagerness. His eyes were met with a fairly sizable dildo, seven inches to be exact, all dolled up nice and pink, silicone shining in the bright sunlight. Bucky couldn’t help but lick his lips when he thought of what he was going to do with this phallic-like toy.

Bucky made a hasty escape towards his bedroom, entering the familiar space with a wide grin, excitement getting the best of him. He pondered for a moment but ultimately decided to go to his attached bathroom and clean the new toy thoroughly with soap and water, not wanting to get some kind of disease from his newly purchased toy cock.

After he deemed it clean enough Bucky went back into his room and began to rid himself of his clothing, throwing the fabric into a pile on the floor. He looked over at his phone and pondered whether or not he should watch some dirty videos to get himself in the mood, though he doesn't exactly need to get in the mood when he already felt so horny from just the thought of Sam Wilson. He picked it up anyways, though before he could leave the home screen his phone lit up with a call.

Sam’s contact display popped up on his screen.

Bucky jumped at the contact picture, he felt like he'd been caught red handed. Still naked he sat at the edge of the bed and waited anxiously for the call to go to voice mail.

Once the call ended and his embarrassment subsided, Bucky crawled on the bed towards his nightstand, opening the wooden drawer and grabbing the tiny bottle of lube he stored in there. He drenched his fingers in the sticky substance and brought his digits to his tight pink hole.

“Hmmmm.” Bucky let out an audible sigh as he stuck two of his wet fingers right into his ass.

Bucky felt instant relief as soon as his digits were fully inside, he couldn't help but throw his head back in pleasure whenever he slightly nudged on his prostate.

“Oh!” Bucky clinched his eyes shut as he felt his nerves seize from the stimulation, body shaking with ecstasy.

Licking his lips, Bucky glanced at the rather large pink dildo sitting at the edge of the bed, waiting patiently to be used.

“Fuck it.” Bucky got up and crawled towards the edge of the bed, grabbing his new toy and pouring some leftover lubricant on it.

Bucky didn't exactly stretch himself all that much, so when that large pink tip breached his tight opening he couldn't subdue his cries of pleasure and pain.

“Oh! S-shit.” Bucky's body flinched from the toy, frame trembling with pain. He closed his glossy eyes, not wanting tears to fall from his lids, Bucky can take an emese amount of pain, though for some reason this felt different.

Sniffling, Bucky turned his body and caught a quick glimpse of the cell phone that he discarded when Sam had called him. Bucky bit his lip and questioned himself, is what he's about to do okay? He shook his head, trying to scatter any stray thoughts that told him otherwise, quickly grabbing the cellphone, Bucky turned it on and entered the voicemail app, clicking on Sam's missed message and pressing play.

“Hey Buck,” Sam's husky voice came through the warn out phone speaker. “Just calling'ya to check in to see if everything's alright.” Bucky moaned once he heard Sam's deep voice, throwing his head back in pleasure as he pushed the large dildo deep into his entrance.

“Haven't heard from'ya in awhile.” The message continued, Bucky huffed, face scrunching in embarrassment from the situation. “I know Steve leaving was hard and everything,” Bucky moaned as he angled the dildo towards his abused prostate, thrusting the toy phallus right onto his sweetspot.

“Sam! Fuck!” Bucky screamed, pretty blue eyes closing so he could focus on the voicemail.

“I just want you to know that I'm here for you, Buck.” Sam's voice sounded sincere through the crunchy speaker. “And whatever you're going though-” Bucky whimpered as he listened to Sam's tender tone.

“I'll be there for you, okay?” Sam whispered into the mic, lips smacking together as he spoke softly into Bucky's ear.

He couldn't help but cry as he fucked himself on the pink cock, tears flowing down his cheeks, pleasure coursing through his trembling body.

“Sammy!” Bucky cried out, blue eyes glaring towards the ceiling, body buckling from immense pleasure.

“Anyways, call me back bud.” Sam's voicemail was close to being finished and so was Bucky.

He got up from his laying position, going up onto his knees and riding the fake cock with renewed enthusiasm. Bucky's own cock bounced between his pelvis and stomach, phallus untouched yet dripping with large amounts of pre-cum.

“I'm worried about you, Buck.” Sam sounded desperate through the phone, voice laced with worry. Bucky's heart clenched at the sadness seeping through Sam's tone, chest coiling in regret.

“Oh Sammy!” Bucky cried, pelvis shaking and hole tightening around the fake dick.

“Miss’ya, call me soon alright?” Sam's message cut and the phone returned back to the home screen.

Bucky's body bowed in pleasure, untouched cock twitching and releasing copious amounts of cum, seed shooting far down the bed, painting the sheets white.

“Uhhhh!” Bucky cried out, long brown hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

Once his orgasm subsided, Bucky glanced at his phone, picking up the device and dialing Sam's number. His thumb hesitated on the call button, finger shaking from anxiety, his throat filled with saliva, but ultimately his finger pressed the button, dialing Sam's phone.

Bucky huffed once he heard Sam's deep voice on the other line.

“Hey Buck.” Sam smiled as he heard Bucky gasp.

“H-hey…” Bucky responded, face scrunching in embarrassment once he looked down at himself still completely naked.

Bucky never admitted to masturbating to the sound of Sam's voice. That'll be something he's taking to the grave.

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After leaving Bucky in Wakanda, Sam and Steve ventured all around Europe, cleaning out any remaining Hydra bases and laying low from the American government. With each new safe house they entered, they would give a visit to Wakanda to make sure that Bucky was stable and didn't revert back to his previous brainwashed state.

Upon his last visit to Wakanada, Sam was surprised to see Bucky up and walking, living in a tiny hut at the outskirts of the large city, tending to goats and sheep. He never exactly saw Bucky as anything other than a super soldier, but when Sam saw Bucky all dolled up in those Wakandian robes he finally looked like his designation, an omega.

Sam tried his best not to act shocked when Steve first told him that the Winter Soldier was an omega. But as Sam got to know more about the poor brainwashed Hydra asset, the more that Bucky being an omega seemed almost impossible.

“Keep an ear out for a phone call, Sam.” Steve demanded, finger pointing at the resting alpha. “Bucky is close to his heat, I told Shuri to give us a call when it happens.”

“Alright, hey don't keep Wanda and Vision waiting too long.” Sam volunteered to stay behind and man the phone as Natasha and Steve were to go to Norway to check on their teammates.

The trio looked different as they tried their best to hide their identities, Steve now sported a large beard and grew out his hair, Natasha dyed her hair blond and kept it shorter than normal, Sam opted to do none of that, just trimming his facial hair slightly differently.

“What exactly do you want me to do if he does go into heat?” Sam asked, not entirely sure how a phone call would help Bucky with his first heat since the forties.

“I don't know? Give me a call I guess?” Steve looked just as confused as Sam did, the two stared at each other for a short while, alpha brains not computing Bucky's situation.

“Alright, I’ll do that then.” Sam smiled as he watched Steve pack up his belongings and leave the tiny safe house.

“Okay stay safe.” Steve gave Sam a quick glance and grinned. “Don't go fucking my best friend while I'm gone.” Natasha laughed at Steve's comment, nimble fingers grabbing the wheel as Steve hopped into the passenger seat.

“Can't when he's stuck in Wakanda.” Sam snickered, hand slapping the roof of the car. “Get there safely.” Nat and Steve smiled at Sam, bidding him farewell.

It's been about two days since Steve and Natasha left and no phone calls from either Steve or Wakanda. So Sam decided to take this time to relax, it's been awhile since he’s had time to himself ever since Cap broke him out of The Raft. The silence was broken by the landline ringing in the kitchen. Sam got up and turned off the television, he expected it to be Steve, but upon answering the phone he was surprised to hear a woman on the other end.

“Steve?” Shuri asked in a frantic tone.

“Sorry Steve's out.” Sam replied, resting his body on the countertop as he spoke.

“Sam! Goodness, you need to come right away!” Shuri sounded exasperated as she spoke, tone turning from frantic to worried. “Bucky has been in heat for two days and it hasn't broken! He's not lucid!” Shuri explained the situation as best as she could, though from a beta she doesn't exactly get how worrying this truly is.

“What could I do about it?” Sam questioned, him and Bucky haven't exactly gotten along and he's sure that the last person the poor omega would want to see is him.

“He hasn't let anyone tend to him. I'm hoping that seeing a familiar face would help soothe his heat, even if it's only a little bit.” Shuri asked, voice wavering on the other line.

“I doubt he'd wanna see me.” Sam scoffed, pondering whether or not he should give her Steve's burner number.

“Please? If not you then is there anyone you can send that he's comfortable with?” Shuri begged, scared for her recovering patient's health.

Sam sighed, he looked at his own burner phone and saw a text from Natasha. The two apparently had their hands full with some alien invaders, she texted him they'd meet Sam in Wakanda when they finished.

“I'll be there, Steve's got his hands full with something else.” Sam said as he began to put his wing suit on. “Make sure you tell him I'm coming. I don't think Buck would appreciate a surprise visit.” Sam's voice wavered at the thought of having to check up on Bucky.

“Okay, I left the section around Bucky's hut open, you should be able to fly right in.” Shuri explained.

“Alright I’ll be there in a couple hours.” Sam hung up and strapped his gear on.

He's flown to Wakanda many times, mostly to check on Bucky when Steve didn't have the time. Sam could see the progress that Bucky was making, he wasn't as quiet as he was when they first found him and he's also gotten better with letting people into his personal space, though the omega still shied away from alphas that weren't Steve. This specific thing is the reason why Sam was so apprehensive to be the one to check up on Bucky, but there's no one else to do so, so he must swallow his pride and meet the heat riddled omega.

It took Sam about six hours to get to Wakanda and this was at full speed. He entered the open section of the massive dome that covered the city. Like Shuri explained there was no one waiting to greet him, just that lonely hut on the outskirts of the city and a distressed omega sitting inside. Sam took off his gear and leaned it on the walls outside of the tiny home, there was no door, so instead Sam breathed in his last bit of fresh air before being assaulted by Bucky's sweet scent.

“Buck! you in here?” Sam yelled, walking through the quaint home, searching in ernest for that stealthy omega.

Though before Bucky could respond to Sam, his scent began to waft down the corridor, painting the walls with his sweet wintery essence. Sam huffed in deep, savoring the new smell. Bucky had never had a scent after his retrieval from Hydra, Sam noted it, Steve never questioned Bucky about it but he's talked to Sam many times about the lack of scent, heck even Natasha said he used to have a slight sweet smell when he helped train her in the Red Room. But now Sam was treated to the omega's scent in full force, wind seeping through the opened windows, carrying the odor throughout the home.

Sam finally reached the end of the hallway, Bucky's bedroom sat on the right side of the hall. Sam turned and glared into the room and there Bucky laid in the corner of the bedroom, naked and wet, nesting uncomfortably.

“S-Sam?” Bucky questioned, squinting his eyes as if to test if his mind is playing tricks on him.

“Hey Buck.” Sam watched the omega closely, trying to gauge Bucky's comfort.

“Shuri called me…Said you weren't feeling too well.”

Bucky scurried in his nest, positioning himself further away from Sam and wrapping blankets around his naked form.

“It's bad.” Bucky managed to choke out, teeth chattering as if he's cold. “It's never felt like this before.”

Sam watched as the omega's body shook with distress, sweat laced the pale body and his long brown hair clung to the wet skin.

“Do you need anything?” Sam said in a caring tone, though he's not quite sure what he could do to help.

“Water.”

“Alright.” Sam quickly made haste to the water bowl in the kitchen, picking up a glass and dunking it in the room temperature liquid.

Sam's stomach churned as he walked back to Bucky's room. His inner alpha growled to take care of the omega, breed him and tend to his heat. But Sam was rational, his mind stayed calm and kept reminding him that he'd only do something if Bucky asked.

“Here.” Sam walked towards the nest but didn't enter its warm embrace, he instead decided to leave the glass on the floor near Bucky.

“Thank you.” Bucky sat up, shaky hands protruding out of the blankets and grabbing the glass.

Sam retreated back towards the doorway, standing awkwardly and waiting patiently for Bucky's next order.

“Sorry about this.” Bucky apologized, body trembling as he spoke.

“It's alright. I had nothing better to do anyways.”

“I-it's gross isn't it?” Bucky wiped his face, smearing the sweat around his forehead.

“What are you talking about?” Sam questioned, face scrunching in confusion.

“My scent. It's gross isn't it?”

Sam huffed in annoyance, the scent wasn't gross at all, in fact it was extremely sweet and tempting, almost enticing enough to strip his clothes off and have his way with Bucky.

“It's really not Buck.” Sam laughed, sending a bright smile towards the distressed omega.

“Don't lie to me.”

“I'm not…It's insanely sweet.” Sam watched Bucky closely, waiting to see the omega's reaction.

Bucky simply sighed and dramatically threw his hands in the air, body falling back into his nest, brown hair fanning out around the pillows.

“You're the first person to tell me that.”

Sam looked baffled by Bucky's revelation, surely he had many suitors before he went off to war in the forties. At one point Sam began to think that Bucky and Steve used to be a pair.

“Bucky…” Sam's tone was somber, his alpha groaned inside, telling him to go comfort the distraught omega.

“Hydra, they used to put these needles in my mating glands. They tried to completely take away my scent.” Bucky explained, body trembling and breathing heavier than normal.

“Hush.” Sam said while walking up to the nest. “Can I?” Sam asked while gesturing towards the nest with a questioning brow.

Bucky simply nodded his head and shifted over, allowing Sam space to crawl into his warm nest.

“You are a perfectly normal omega Buck.”

Bucky gazed at Sam longingly, almost as if he's been waiting for someone to say that
his whole life. He couldn't help but allow his blue eyes to gloss over with tears, Sam's words were so caring.

“You really think that?” Bucky asked not fully trusting the alpha.

“I really do, Buck.” Sam said, smiling brightly at the distressed omega.

Bucky huffed and laid back down in the nest, moving his body slightly to cuddle up against Sam. Though it's extremely embarrassing to admit that Bucky's body craved touch, it craved the feeling of an alpha. Usually it was only content with Steve's scent and touch but as he's grown accustomed to Sam and so has his body and mind.

“Would you consider helping me?” Bucky questioned, face frazzled by his straight forwardness.

Sam gasped at Bucky’s sentence, truthfully Sam had trouble seeing Bucky as an omega, but in this very moment the Bucky has never looked more beautiful.

“If you’d like.” Sam replied bashfully, cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

Sam smelt the slick release from Bucky's body, liquid coating the blankets in his slippery essence. The omega whimpered in embarrassment, body still not yet used to his heat.

Sam smiled and caressed Bucky's sweaty hair, brushing away the stray strands covering his beautiful blue eyes.

“Why don't you present for me, Buck?” Sam asked with innocent eyes.

Bucky simply nodded and got up onto his hands and knees, warm blankets falling off his pale body, revealing the glistening skin hiding underneath. Sam gasped when he finally saw Bucky fully naked and present like a proper omega. He groaned at the sight and released his musky sandalwood scent, allowing his essence to completely coat Bucky's body.

“S-Sam!” Bucky huffed, body trembling from anticipation.

“I got you, sweet thing.” Sam said in a reassuring tone, hands venturing down to Bucky's ass and kneading the wet tender flesh. “Have you done anything to yourself?” Sam asked, thumb brushing over Bucky's tight wet hole.

“I used my fingers.” Bucky sighed as he finally felt relief once Sam's scent engulfed his body.

“Think I can slip right in?”

Bucky nodded enthusiastically, hips shaking, encouraging Sam to put his hungry cock inside.

“Can you take my knot?” Sam questioned, quickly undoing his belt and pulling his pants down.

“Y-yes!” Bucky stuttered, body trembling with anticipation.

Sam stroked his hard cock as he positioned himself behind the awaiting omega. He looked over Bucky's body once more, eyeing his ass and watching as copious amounts of slick poured out of the hungry hole.

“Are you gonna be good for alpha?” Sam's tip brushed on Bucky's entrance teasing the helpless omega.

“I'll be so good, alpha! Please put it in!” Bucky cried, body shaking with need.

Sam laughed at the perplexing situation, Bucky was never this submissive, in fact the pair often bickered. Omega or not Bucky was usually very feisty, so this type of passive behavior is dearly welcomed.

“Relax for me, Buck.” Sam demanded, calloused hands grabbing Bucky's lean hips, squeezing the muscle as he pushed inside.

“Uhhh!” Bucky moaned, ass opening perfectly to fit Sam's large cock.

Sam sighed as he finally bottomed out deep inside of Bucky's warm hole. His cock twitched from the stimulation, while the omega's rim pulsated around his member, clinging to the hard rod.

“Fuck, your so tight, baby.” Sam didn't use pet names often, but with Bucky he felt like spoiling the poor omega.

“Sammy! Oh!” Bucky threw his head back in pleasure, hole tightening and releasing more slick to accommodate Sam's rather thick member.

Sam huffed as he began his brutal pace, slamming his hips against Bucky's soft cheeks, making the skin recoil from the force.

“Such a good boy!”

Bucky moaned at the praise, tilting his neck to expose his mating gland for Sam, inviting the alpha to take a bite.

“Buck! Oh!” Sam gasped as he smelt Bucky's potent scent wafting from his nape, the wintery essence seeped through the room and covered the tiny area completely.

“Knot!” Bucky cried and smudged his face deep into the pillows, body shaking from extreme pleasure.

“You want my knot?” Sam questioned, hands tightening around Bucky's fleshy hips.

“Mmmmm!” Bucky had no energy left to reply, he was rendered a moaning mess from all the stimulation.

“Beg for it, Bucky!” Sam brought one of his hands down onto Bucky's ass cheeks, slapping the tender flesh with a firm palm.

Bucky moaned from the painful pleasure, pale skin turning a bright pink from the abuse.

“Please Sam! Need your knot!”

Sam slapped the flesh harder than before.

“Please! Please! Please!” Bucky begged, tears streaming down his face.

Sam leaned down, draping his chest over Bucky's back and wrapping his arms around the omega's sweaty body. He nibbled on Bucky's mating gland, but never truly bit down, he just wanted to tease the helpless omega.

“You ready?” Sam questioned, knot expanding outside the pink rim.

Bucky's stomach churned as he felt the alpha's large knot nudge at his tight hole, body shaking with anticipation.

“I'm ready alpha!” Bucky choked out, breath heavy from exertion.

Sam groaned as he felt his knot slip into Bucky's wet hole, stretching the tight rim impossibly wide.

“Good boy.”

Bucky shook while his ass expanded to fit the alphas fat knot inside, he huffed from the painful stretch.

“Sammy!” Bucky's body jolted from pleasure when Sam's knot finally locked them together.

“Urghh!” Sam groaned, dick releasing copious amounts of cum, painting the pink muscle white with his see.

“Ahhh! Alpha!” Bucky cried once he felt Sam's seed spew into his ass. “Cumming!” Bucky's untouched cock twitched and shot small amounts of white liquid, coating the blankets under him.

Sam tried his best to catch his breath while he shifted Bucky into a comfortable position, knot still locked tight inside the omega's abused hole, slick and cum flowing out of the tight entrance.

“It's gonna take a while to go down.” Sam spoke awkwardly, not sure what to say to the omega.

“I-I figured.” Bucky stuttered out, face flushed from their previous endeavors.

The pair laid in silence, Sam's stomach coiled in guilt when he remembered what Steve had said.

“H-hey Buck?”

“Hmmm?” Bucky replied in a questioning tone.

“Don't tell Steve about this alright?” Sam asked, face scrunching in embarrassment.

Bucky was silent for a couple seconds, pondering on what to say to Sam.

“Ah, he told you not to have sex with me huh?” Bucky laughed, tight hole clinching around Sam's deflating knot.

“Y-yeah…”

“Don't worry, he said the same to me.” Bucky shifted his body, trying his best to turn his head so he could get a good look at the alpha behind him. “Your secret is safe with me.” Bucky said, winking his eye at Sam in a flirtatious way.

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“Shut up and keep walking.” Bucky huffed in annoyance.

He wasn't exactly ecstatic to be back in the Russian Hydra base and he was even less thrilled that he was stuck doing this mission with Sam.

He was originally supposed to be with Steve, but he begged Bucky to take Sam instead of him cause he's been busy all week and this weekend happened to be the only one he had off. Bucky, being the nice friend that he was, agreed to take Sam instead, even though the pair fight like cats and dogs.

Bucky is not quite sure what he's done to Sam to warrant being treated like an enemy, but he thinks it may have to do with a certain highway fight where he ripped the steering wheel right out of Sam's fingers.

“You can at least tell me what we're looking for.” Sam sighed, patience running thin.

“You don't need to know Sam, you're just here to back me up.”

Sam stomped his feet with anger, the last place he wants to be on a friday night is some creepy abandoned base and on top of that he doesn't even know why he's here in the first place.

“Through here.” Bucky motioned with his head, swinging the doors opened and quickly checking the corners.

Sam complied, following behind the ex-soldier, keeping the grip on his gun tight just in case Bucky decides to go rogue on him.

“This place?” Sam asked, the pair stood in what looked like a lab, various computers lined the desks, gadgets and trinkets were scattered on the tables and ground, giving the room a disheveled look.

“Yeah, just stand guard.” Bucky went to the furthest pair of computers and turned them on, taking a USB out of his pocket and plugging it in.

Sam didn't listen to Bucky's command and decided to walk around the messy room, picking up various objects and having a look at them. He hummed in acknowledgement, like he knew what he was looking at, but for the record he had no idea what any of this stuff was.

Bucky took a quick glance over at Sam and huffed in annoyance, blue eyes glaring daggers into Sam's.

“Don't touch anything.” Bucky said while pointing an accusatory finger at his partner.

“I'm not touching anything idiot.” Sam replied back, pouting at the accusation.

“I literally just saw you touch that thing!” Bucky pointed to the ground, face plastered with annoyance.

“Stop lying, you didn't see me touch shit.” Sam scoffed, pondering whether he should tease Bucky and throw a weird gadget at him.

Bucky huffed and turned back towards the computer, typing away some random code and pressing download on the files. Sam watched Bucky intently as he picked up a circular canister. Sam inspected the round object and he could tell that it was filled with some sort of liquid.

“Hey Buck catch!” Sam snickered and threw the canister at his unsuspecting partner.

Bucky didn't have time to react, the round object hit his metal shoulder and shattered, pouring the pinkish liquid all over his fake arm.

“Sam! What the fuck?” Bucky's face contorted in shock as he watched the liquid drip down his arm and colourful haze rose from the unknown substance.

Bucky moved fast towards Sam, quickly using his real arm to cover Sam's mouth. He pushed Sam across the room and out the opened door.

“Buck?” Sam's voice was laced with concern as he watched Bucky close the door and lock it.

“Sam! Leave now!” Bucky yelled from the other side of the metal door.

“I'm not leaving you here alone!” Sam replied, banging on the door, trying his best to coax Bucky to open the locked door.

“Go please!” Bucky sounded exasperated as he spoke, tiny huffs could be heard through the walls.

Sam slammed his palm on the door, not willing to leave Bucky alone in this creepy base. He thought about what to do, though nothing seemed to come to mind, his best bet is to at least talk Bucky into letting him back inside. After all, he was the one that caused this.

“Bucky please let me in.” Sam begged using a softer voice to calm Bucky down. “Let me fix this.” He heard a huff through the door but ultimately it didn't work, Bucky was just too stubborn.

“You can't fix this Sam!”

“I can try!” Sam yelled back, annoyance laced in his tone.

“P-please.” Bucky sounded defeated.

Sam decided to act instead of waiting any longer, using his wing suit to slash the heavy door with his titanium wings, making a cut just big enough to get his body through.

Bucky stood in the corner of the room, liquid cleaned off of his arm and fumes seeming to have dissipated.

“Sam, you shouldn't be here.” Bucky looked scared as Sam approached him.

He glanced over Bucky's body checking to see if the man was hurt in any way. There were no visible injuries however Bucky looked distressed, pale face dusted pink and laced fingers trembling in their hold.

“At least let me have a look at you.” Sam put his hands on Bucky's head to check if he had a fever. “I did some first aid back in the military.” Sam smiled though Bucky didn't look reassured at all.

“I'm not sick, Sam.” Bucky huffed as he slapped Sam's arm away.

“Okay then what's wrong?”

Bucky looked hesitant to answer the question, face contorting in embarrassment. He quickly moved his metal arm to cover the tint in his black cargo pants.

“Hydra made this gas…” Bucky blushed when he locked eyes with Sam. “They used it to sedate me back when I was their soldier.”

Sam looked at Bucky, confusion evident on his features.

“So it's like that huh?” Sam asked as he glanced at Bucky pants, cock clearly pitching a tent.

“Yeah, it's like that.” Bucky's face scrunched in pain, his member too hard to be ignored any longer.

“Alright sit here, Buck.” Sam cleared one of the tables of its clutter, sweeping all the objects onto the ground, making a nice spot for Bucky to sit.

Bucky huffed in defiance, not wanting to give in to his horniness. But once he looked at Sam's reassuring face he threw all rational thoughts to the side and hopped up onto the now empty table.

“It's the least I could do.” Sam said as he helped Bucky onto the desk and began rubbing the soldier's thick thighs.

“Um.” Bucky hesitated as he watched Sam touch his body.

“You alright, Buck?”

“I-I'm scared.” Bucky sighed, eyes glossed over with lust.

Sam laughed at Bucky’s embarrassed state, truthfully Sam has always found Bucky handsome, but that stone cold personality always kept him away.

“Of what?”

“That I'll hurt you, I-I can't hold back like this.” Bucky's face scrunched in horror by his own revelation.

“Um, then don't.” Sam chuckled as he moved his hands to Bucky's belt, undoing the leather from its buckle. “I happen to be pretty good with my mouth.” Sam said, half-jokingly.

Bucky huffed as he watched Sam drop to the ground, pulling down Bucky's pants and underwear as he knelt.

“Awe, look at that.” Sam smiled as he saw Bucky's naked cock, hard and wet with pre-cum. “Happy to see me?” Sam chuckled as he looked towards Bucky, pink cheeks laced with annoyance.

“Im not happy about this situation at all, Sam!”

Sam stilled as he listened to Bucky's distressed voice, clearly the man was not in a joking mood.

“Get on with it already, this is embarrassing enough.” Bucky demanded as he brought his hands to his face, covering those beautiful features from prying eyes.

Sam complied, licking his dry lips and opening his mouth, engulfing Bucky's weeping tip and sucking the head in a teasing manner.

“S-Sam!” Bucky cried out, thick thighs shaking around Sam's head.

Sam brought his hands up to Bucky's hips, gripping the flesh with a tight hold, keeping the elder man in place.

“Uhh! More, p-please!” Bucky was a stuttering mess, saliva dripping from his opened mouth and tiny whimpers releasing deep from his throat.

Sam dropped his head further down the decently sized length, balls touching his chin, signaling that he's got Bucky's entire cock inside of his warm carven.

“S-Sammy! Oh my god!” Bucky cried and threw his head back in pleasure.

Sam focused on his breathing, not wanting to gag on the phallus, but Bucky was strong and persistent, his hips moved in Sam's tight hold, plunging his desperate cock deeper down Sam's tight throat.

“Mmm!” Sam tried to let out a protesting moan, but Bucky's dick stopped any kind of coherent words from releasing.

“Yes! Keep going!” Bucky let go of the table and brought his metal hand to Sam's tight curls.

Sam's eyes grew wide as he felt Bucky push his head down, making Sam take his cock deeper than before.

“Urghh!” Sam couldn't help but gag at the abusing pace.

“Uhh! Sam! I'm so close!” Bucky's hips were frantically moving, thrusting deep into Sam's willing mouth.

“Mmm!” Sam tried to help, but Bucky’s tight grip kept his head from moving.

At this point Sam was being used like a flesh light. Bucky was a moaning mess as he used the willing man for his own pleasure, cock thrusting incredibly deep, hitting Sam's uvula with each stroke.

“Sammy!” Bucky cried and moved Sam's face off of his dick, spewing his pale white seed all over Sam’s sweaty face.

Sam scrunched his face in shock, chest breathing heavily from the violent deep throating he just endured.

“I-I! Sam! I'm so sorry!” Bucky has seemed to come back down to earth, body immediately moving towards Sam to check on him.

Sam smiled with reassurance, he doesn't want to scare Bucky more than the poor soldier already was.

“I'll be fine, Buck.”

“Did I hurt you?” Bucky asked with concern draped all over his features.

“No you didn't.” Sam laughed, embarrassed by the situation.

“Okay good.” Bucky said while standing up and putting his pants back on.

The pair were quiet for a few minutes, not too sure what to say after their little tango.

“You'll have to explain to Steve why we're so late.” Bucky huffed, personality back to his normal cold demeanor.

“Haha, okay.” Sam honestly wouldn't like Bucky any other way.

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“S-Sam w-what are you doing?”

Sam had pushed Bucky into a tiny bathroom just outside of the courtroom. The pair barely fit in the tiny enclosed space together, but Sam was very willing to make it work.

“Shush, you're gonna get us caught.” Sam retorted while he spun the elder man around and bent him over, metal hand flying up, frantically trying to find purchase on the concrete wall by the toilet.

“Sam! What the fuck!” Bucky asked with a confused tone, brows furrowing as he felt his boyfriend's hands undoing his belt.

“Listen we don't get to see each other often so I thought we'd try something fun.” Sam snickered as he pulled down Bucky's dress pants, exposing his boyfriend's perfectly round ass.

Sam had requested to be a part of Valentina's impeachment, half to see Bucky and half because he was actually interested in it. Though he'd finally get to see Bucky in action today, excitement got the better of him last night. Sorting through his old toys he found a nice and tiny bullet vibrator.

“Sam, we can't.” Bucky said firmly.

“Come on Buck, it'll be fun!” Sam smiled, hands pulling apart the round mounds that were hiding Bucky's pretty pink hole. “It's not like you'll be speaking or anything. You're just there to watch.” Sam retorted, trying his damnest to convince his apprehensive boyfriend.

Bucky huffed and spread his legs, allowing his boyfriend better access to his tight rim. He moaned when Sam poured a tiny bit of lube onto his warm skin.

“Sam!”

“Quiet, you're gonna get us in trouble.” Sam said while pushing the tiny pink bullet vibe into Bucky's willing hole.

“Oh!” Bucky gasped, metal arm darting to his mouth to cover his cries of pleasure.

“Okay, it's in.” Sam smirked, watching as Bucky's body trembled from the foreign object.

Sam helped his boyfriend pull his dress pants back up and fix his suit and tie.

“There, prim and proper.” Sam smiled as he dusted off Bucky's cuff.

Bucky looked at Sam with hesitation, too scared to face the public with a vibrator up his ass.

“I'll be nice Buck, don't worry.” Sam chuckled and gripped Bucky's hand, kissing the nimble fingers before letting go.

“You better be.” Bucky replied with a serious glare.

“You first congressman.” Sam opened the bathroom door and held it for Bucky, bowing slightly in a joking way.

Bucky grunted and walked away fast, not wanting to be seen leaving the same bathroom as Sam.

Before Bucky even had time to think, a random woman shoved a microphone in his face, with a camera man close behind her.

“Congressman Barns, do you have any comments about the situation?” The reporter asked in a stern tone.

“Um.” Bucky tried to take his time to ponder the question.

Before he was able to articulate a proper sentence he felt the object in his ass move slightly, then vibrated at a rapid pace.

“T-this situation is-” Bucky looked around trying to find Sam, “very t-troubling and-” Brucky cringed as he felt a deep sensation of pleasure, “worrying situation…” Bucky paused, trying his best to catch his breath.

In his peripheral vision, Bucky could see Sam smirking as he watched him squirm.

“A-and we're gonna get to the b-bottom of t-this very worrying s-situation.” Bucky managed to stutter out as the vibrator changed to various patterns through-out his speech.

“Thank you congressman.” The reporter said as she retracted her mic.

Bucky stormed off into the court room, covering his tinted pants with both hands. He found an empty bench with nobody on it, he quickly sat down and crossed his legs, trying his best to hide his raging hard on.

“This is a very troubling situation.” Sam mimicked jokingly as he sat down directly behind Bucky.

Bucky didn't reply, face remaining stoic as Sam teasingly whispered into his ear. The vibrator still hummed on a low setting, not causing Bucky too much discomfort, but buzzing just enough to make sure that he knows it's there.

“You were pretty cute getting interviewed, Buck.” Sam snickered, thankful that Bucky chose a seat close to the back where no one was.

Bucky still tried his best to ignore Sam, not wanting to egg him on further. Though his hopes were short lived when he felt a pleasurable buzz zip through his body, jolting his frame up right.

“S-Sam!” Bucky whispered with an angry tone, face contorting with pleasure.

“Shhh, you're gonna get us caught.”

Bucky decided to look towards the ground, not wanting his co-workers to see his flustered face. He couldn't help but whimper as quietly as he could, Sam continued his ministrations, moving the little dot on his phone to control the vibes intensity.

“Don't act like you don't like this, Buck.” Sam huffed, wanting so desperately to see Bucky's debauched face. “Sitting here in this trial with a vibrator shoved up your ass, you're a dirty little slut aren't you?” Sam asked in a hushed tone, eyes glancing around the room to see if anyone was paying attention to them.

Bucky nodded frantically, confirming to Sam that he was enjoying everything that was happening and agreeing that he was a dirty slut. His cock twitched as the vibrator changed its speed to a faster buzz, tiny bullet just slightly nudging his prostate.

“Mm!” Bucky bit his lip, trying his best to contain his voice.

Sam's eyes widened at the sudden noise, he leaned away from Bucky but kept the vibrator at the same speed, wanting to see how far Bucky could go before he burst in his pants.

He could tell Bucky was trembling, slicked back hair coming apart from his subtle movements. Sam enjoyed watching Bucky struggle, his own cock was hard though he couldn't exactly do anything about it.

Bucky turned around and looked at Sam with a yearning look, blue eyes glossed over with want. Sam bit his lip, trying to cancel his own need for the elder man.

“S-Sam.” Bucky huffed, cheeks flushed and hair slick with sweat.

“You close, Bucky?” Sam leaned closer to his boyfriend, whispering his question.

Bucky nodded, licking his lips with need.

“I never said you couldn't cum, baby.” Sam said with a reassuring tone.

Bucky looked at Sam with his innocent blue eyes, body shaking and chest heaving with pleasure.

“Cum for me, Buck.” Sam whispered, hand coming up to hold Bucky's shoulder, grounding the over stimulated man.

“Mmm!” Bucky brought his hands to his mouth as he came with a quiet huff. His underwear was suddenly incredibly wet as his seed spewed from his untouched cock.

Sam watched with curiosity, not having seen Bucky be so loose in public before. Though he quickly turned to check his peripherals, not wanting anyone else to see Bucky like this. Luckily, the pair remained unnoticed by the press and congress.

“You okay, babe?” Sam asked as he turned off the vibrator and exited the app.

“Y-yeah.” Bucky said, face composed once more as he looked up towards the stand. “Has anything important happened?” Bucky asked, though not turning his body to look at Sam.

“Um, yeah…I wasn't watching them, Buck.” Sam snickered.

Bucky huffed with a smile, silently laughing at the situation.

“You're an idiot.”

“Hey we're idiots.” Sam retorted, laughing along with Bucky.

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Sam doesn't know how to tell Steve that he thinks their new house mate is trying to seduce him.

It started very subtle, light touches, tiny laughs and wandering eyes, but as the days stretched to weeks and weeks to months, Bucky has grown bolder with his infatuation with Sam.

Though it all seemed to come crumbling down on this very nice Sunday morning.

Sam entered the kitchen at eight like he usually does, but this time Bucky sat at the table with a bowl of cereal. Sam chose to ignore the freed Hydra soldier, not wanting to bother him in any way. But that plan was rudely interrupted by a tiny moan from Bucky. Sam quickly turned to see what was wrong.

There sat Bucky with a flushed face and white milk dripping down from the corner of his mouth. The scene was erotic to say the least, one that would make any rational man's cock spring in interest, including Sam's.

Instead of acting on his desires, Sam simply greeted Bucky good morning and quickly rushed out of the kitchen.

Sam stayed cooped up in his room for the rest of the morning, deciding not to leave the comfort of his own space until Steve came back from his routine jog.

At around twelve Sam heard Steve come back, a loud bang resonated throughout the safe house. With a huff, Sam got up from his bed and ventured to the living room. He hopes to catch Steve alone so he could have a little chat with him about Bucky's behavior. But once he finally walked into the common room, Bucky was already present, sitting comfortably in the single recliner.

“Ah, look who finally decided to wake up.” Steve joked as he flipped through the television channels.

Bucky snickered, glancing at Sam with his deep blue eyes and biting his chapped lips with desire.

Sam looked at Bucky, shock evident on his face. He's not entirely sure what the soldier wanted him to do.

“What can I say, rough night.” Sam joked back, turning away from Bucky with embarrassment.

Sam opted to sit on the love seat as both of the recliners were already taken. Upon seeing this Bucky sprung up and out of his chair, rushing to sit next to Sam.

“What the-” Sam gasped, startled by Bucky's sudden movement.

Steve simply laughed at the pair, finally choosing a channel to watch. Steve was happy to see Bucky and Sam finally getting along, it was tough having both of his best friends butting heads for so long, but after a firm talk with Bucky, he seemed to finally soften up to Sam.

“Why are you sitting next to me?” Sam questioned, brown eyes focused ahead and not at Bucky's glossy orbs.

“What? It's an empty spot.” Bucky retorted, arms folding together and face scrunched in a pout.

“You know before the war Bucky loved to be cuddled.” Steve stated, glancing at the pair sitting on the love seat.

Bucky didn't reply, but a deep crimson blush creeped onto his cheeks.

“Really?” Sam asked with a sarcastic tone, not seeming to believe a word Steve was saying.

“It's true.” Bucky clarified, fingers twitching from embarrassment. “Though Steve was much smaller back then. Easier to hold I suppose.” Bucky brushed off the memory quickly, not wanting Sam to get the wrong idea.

“You two cuddled…In the forties?” Sam asked with an apprehensive tone, not yet fully convinced.

“We did! In a friendly way though.” Steve laughed, trying his best to clarify the situation.

Bucky ignored Steve and decided to follow through with his previous plans, slipping his metal arm down towards Sam's thigh, rubbing circles on the jean clad flesh.

Sam huffed from the sudden touch, he didn't speak, too embarrassed to alert Steve of Bucky's flirtations.

Though Bucky knew what he was doing, touching Sam with desire. Once he finally caught the man's attention he simply got up and left for his room. Leaving Sam desperate and helpless.

Steve was too focused on the news cast to even acknowledge that Bucky had left the
room or even see what just happened.

“I-I'm gonna head back to my room.” Sam said with a frantic tone, finger pointing towards the hallway to signal his departure.

“Yeah.” Steve replied, not seeming to care what the pair were up to.

Sam wanted answers and he needed them now. He made his way to Bucky's room, not even knocking before he opened the door. There Bucky sat on the edge of his bed, dressed in only a very large black sweater, brown hair loose and framing his jaw perfectly.

“What the fuck are you trying to do, Buck?” Sam asked with a commanding tone.

Bucky simply smirked and opened his legs, showing Sam his very prominent bulge through the sweater's fabric.

“Steve said I need to be nicer to you.” Bucky said, blue eyes beaming at Sam, waiting patiently for the man's next move.

Sam gasped at the scene, Bucky was too bold for his own good.

“I don't think he meant this!” Sam retorted while pointing at Bucky's bare legs and hard cock.

“C'mon he told me you were gay.” Bucky sighed with annoyance. “No strings attached, I just want you to fuck me this one time okay?” Bucky asked with a firm look.

Sam stood in shock, face clearly baffled by the entire situation. He pondered quietly, not quite sure if he should give in to his own desires and have his way with Bucky or restrain himself and avoid the awkwardness that will come from this whole debacle.

“I don't know Buck. Steve's here and I don't want this to change anything.” Sam tried his best to make any sort of excuse for this not to happen, but Bucky's pretty pale legs spoke to him with hushed desire.

“I keep secrets.” Bucky said with a deep tone, blue eyes glossed over in lust.

Sam hesitated, watching Bucky at work was tempting, brown locks swayed from his tiny movements while his delicate pink lips shone with a pout.

“Promise?” Sam questioned with a single raised brow.

“Pinky promise.” Bucky replied while biting his bottom lip.

Sam couldn't deny Bucky any longer, he moved quickly, pouncing on the elder man with desire. They shared a brief kiss, tongues darting out to fight for dominance.

“Sam!” Bucky gasped, blue eyes darting in every direction.

“What?”

“Close the door, idiot.” Bucky snickered once he saw Sam's knowing face.

Sam got up and closed the door with a loud slam, he looked back at Bucky with a reassuring look.

“Thanks, don't want Steve to see this.” Bucky laughed, cheeks tinted pink.

Sam huffed with agreement and began to strip his clothes, starting with his shirt then his pants, leaving him only in his boxers.

“Why me?” Sam asked as he approached Bucky, using his calloused fingers to push the older man down onto the bed.

“Nobody else around.” Bucky admitted, breathing uneven as he spoke.

Sam hummed with understanding and began lifting up Bucky's large sweater to expose the pale skin hiding underneath.

“Look at you.” Sam sighed at Bucky's perky pink nipples and his large pale chest. “Such a needy little thing ain't ya.” Sam commented.

Sam's hands ventured down towards Bucky's ass, opening the pale legs so he could get a good look at the brunette’s hungry hold.

“W-what the?” Sam looked at the pretty pink muscle in awe. The tiny hole was already wet and pulsating. “Were you touching yourself before I came in?” Bucky smirked at the question, blue eyes glaring with lust.

“Yeah I was.” Bucky admitted. Sam was surprised to say the least, Bucky had no remorse touching himself with both him and Steve just down the hall. “Knew you'd come so I was getting myself ready.” Bucky sent Sam a mischievous grin.

“What made you think I'd say yes?” Sam questioned, brown orbs still trained on the sobbing wet hole.

“You act like you don't like me.” Bucky said, using his metal arm to caress Sam's muscular shoulder. “But I see that look in your eyes. You wanna fuck me.” Bucky smirked, seeming to catch the younger off guard. “And I want you to fuck me so we're even.” Sam huffed at what Bucky said, face contorted in disbelief.

“You are a handsome man.” Sam began to speak but was quickly cut off by Bucky.

“Don't even try to butter me up Sam.” Bucky spoke in a curt tone, pale legs wrapping around Sam's pelvis. “You already got me naked and wet. What more could you possibly do.” Sam snickered.

“I suppose you're right.” Bucky watched with contentment when he finally saw Sam take off his boxers, releasing his fat hard cock.

“Holy, I didn't know you were walking around with all that.” Bucky teased, blue eyes mesmerized by the younger man's naked form.

“Like what you see?” Sam asked, cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

“You wouldn't be in here if I didn't.” Bucky chastised while spitting on his hand and bringing it down to Sam's dry cock. “Lemme help you, Sammy.” The brunette jerked Sam's hard cock, coating the skin in spit.

“Oh!” Sam gasped once he felt that familiar sensation of pleasure.

“Shhh! Are you trying to get us caught?” Bucky huffed with annoyance.

“Sorry, it just feels so good, Buck.” Sam apologized, trying his best to keep quiet as Bucky moved his wrist with practiced ease.

The soldier jerked his flesh arm up and down, twisting his hand every time he reached Sam's leaky red tip. He enjoyed hearing Sam's chaste breaths and tiny whimpers, his own untouched cock began leaking with need.

“Enough?” Bucky asked, wanting so desperately to just turn over and present himself to Sam.

“Y-yeah.” Sam stuttered, breathing uneven as he helped the brunette turn over onto his stomach. “You wanna do it like this?” Sam questioned with a raised brow.

“Yeah, I'm a little loud so,” Bucky admitted as he stuffed his face into the soft pillow. “Figured you could push my face down if you think I'm too noisy.” Bucky laughed at Sam's debauched face, cock leaking and waiting patiently to open Bucky up.

“A-alright.” Sam agreed, using his hand to push down on Bucky's back, making the elder arch his ass up.

Sam pulled on the tight rim, checking the give, it's been a couple minutes since Bucky had his own fingers inside so Sam opted to spit on the hole before going in.

“Mmm, so dirty, Sammy.” Bucky had a sly grin on his face. Pink puckered hole throbbing with need as he felt the spit seep down his rim.

Sam hushed the brunette as he lined up his hard cock, rubbing his red inflamed tip on the tight cavern, trying his best to coax the muscle opened.

“Oh!” Bucky threw his head back as Sam breached his wet hole.

Sam hushed Bucky, moving his hips slowly, plunging his cock in further.

“Oh my gosh.” Sam sighed as he felt his cock be enveloped by Bucky's warm carven.

“Sam!” Bucky cried out. His thick cock began to leak onto the clean bed sheets. “You're so big!” Sam gasped as he heard Bucky's little whimpers and chaste breaths.

Sam looked around the room, scared that Steve might have heard Bucky's moans. He let go of one of Bucky's hips and brought his hand to the elders' soft brown locks, gripping the strands with a tight hold.

“Be quiet.” Sam demanded, brown eyes focused on the wooden door.

Bucky complied, plunging his face into the soft pillow to hide his tiny sounds of pleasure. Sam watched with contentment, Bucky's body shook with each huff, hole tightening around his large shaft.

“Good boy.” Sam praised the elder, moving his hips again, opening Bucky further. “So tight, Buck!” Sam tried his best to whisper but the amount of pleasure Bucky was giving him was almost too much.

“Mmm!” Bucky cried into the pillow. “Sammy! Give me everything.” Bucky lifted his head back up and turned towards Sam, looking at the younger with needy eyes.

Sam wasn't going to deny Bucky any further, pushing the brunette's head back into the pillow and holding his other hand on Bucky's fleshy hip. Finally pushing his cock all the way in and bottoming out right on Bucky's prostate.

“Mmmmm!” Bucky screamed into the pillow, pleasure too good to be quiet.

Sam bites his lip as he begins a violent pace, pelvis slapping onto Bucky's round ass. Flesh slapping together with obscene noises.

“Fuck.” Sam whispered, cringing as he heard the bed frame creaking with each movement the pair made.

Sam took one of Bucky's discarded pillows and wedged it between the bed frame and the wall, hoping that it would help with all the noise.

“Smmmm!” Bucky tried to moan Sam's name but it was muffled by the fabric.

Sam continued his brutal pace, breathing uneven as he focused on not moaning. Bucky tried to move, wanting to talk to Sam while he got plowed. Though Sam decided he was having none of that, hand gripping the brown hair and pulling the elder up from the pillow then slamming his face back down.

“Mmmmm!” Bucky cried once more, voice suppressed.

“Oh Buck!” Sam moaned quietly into the brunette's ear. “I'm gonna cum inside. Is that okay?” Sam questioned, though he really didn't care he was coming inside whether Bucky liked it or not.

He watched as the brunette nodded eagerly, body shaking from the intense stimulation on his prostate. Sam's cock seemed to fill him up just right.

“Urgghhh!” Bucky whimpered as his cock bounced between his stomach, pink tip wet with pre-cum.

“Such a dirty slut.” Sam sighed tiredly into Bucky's ear, coming down to rest his body on the pale frame. “Bet you want Steve to walk in and see you like this.” Sam laughed right into the blushed pink ear.

“Hrrrnnn!” Bucky replied, body collapsing due to Sam's weight.

“Mmmm.” Sam moaned lowly.

Bucky's body shook from the pleasure, cock finally getting some sort of stimulation as it rubbed against the wet sheets. Sam was breathing heavily into Bucky's ear as he continued his rough thrusts.

“M'gonna cum.” Sam sighed, hips stuttering as his cock pulsated inside the warm hole.

Bucky moaned into the fabric, mouth drooling all over the fluffy pillow.

“Urgh.” Sam huffed then came deep down Bucky's weeping hole, seed shooting right onto Bucky's sweet spot.

“Mmmm!” Bucky gripped the sheets for dear life as his own cock spewed his pale white seed, wetting the once dry sheets.

“Oh my gosh.” Sam sighed, releasing Bucky from his hold and rolling over onto the empty side of the bed.

Once Bucky finally caught his breath he got up and looked at Sam. His brown hair was disheveled and drenched in sweat, blue eyes glossed over with tears and his once pretty pink lips were bitten raw.

“T-that was g-good.” Bucky stuttered out, still trembling from the intense pleasure.

“You think Steve heard?” Sam questioned.

Bucky laughed and smiled at the younger man.

“Yeah he definitely did.” Sam looked distressed as Bucky continued speaking. “Heard him leave when you smushed my head into the pillow.”

Sam huffed with annoyance.

“You could've told me he left!”

“It was more fun this way.” Bucky retorted, face still flushed pink. “So back to normal i suppose?” Bucky asked.

Sam shook his head, not entirely sure he's able to look at Bucky the same after what they've just done.

“I'll try, but it'll be hard.” Sam admitted truthfully.

Bucky smiled and laughed loudly.

“That was my intention.”

Sam smirked, brown eyes beaming towards Bucky, his mischievous little soldier will be the death of him.

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Bucky never really considered himself a size queen, he's just never felt truly fulfilled with the men he's had before.

After everything with Hydra and being on the run from the world government, Bucky hasn't really thought of sex. Well that was until Steve introduced him to Sam. A tall and handsome man adorned in a tight wing suit and sexy black goggles. At the very first sight Bucky was smitten with the former airforce pilot. Though there was always a fear laying deep inside him, one that no man could ever truly fulfill.

“Where's Steve?” Bucky questioned, walking into the bright kitchen.

“Went for a jog.” Sam replied, sitting casually at the table eating breakfast.

Bucky hummed and glanced at the younger man, admiring his side profile shining in the sunlight.

“Got a date tonight?” Bucky questioned, taking a quick peek at Sam's phone to see who he's texting.

“Nah man just gonna hang here.” Sam replied.

Bucky took the seat across from Sam and started tapping his metal finger on the wooden surface, his patience was running thin.

“So you're free tonight?” Bucky beamed, blue eyes scrunching with happiness.

“What are you planning, Barns?” Sam asked with an accusatory tone.

Bucky scoffed and looked away from the handsome man, cheeks flushing from the question. He was indeed planning something, though that something was very risky.

“I'm not planning anything.” Bucky replied back, face stern as he spoke. “In fact I didn't even want to hang out with you anyways!” It sounded childish to say but Bucky had no other means of escape except for this.

Sam hummed softly, acknowledging that the feeling is mutual. But as he watched the brainwashed assassin get up and leave the kitchen he couldn't help but grab that metal arm and pull him into his space.

“S-Sam?” Bucky looked shocked, “what're you doing?” He asked politely, face still beet red.

“Don't act like you don't know, Buck.” Sam looked at Bucky with a serious face, brown eyes glaring daggers into those beautiful blue orbs. “I see the way you look at me.” Bucky gasped. “Your eyes are all glossed over and biting your pretty pink lips. You're trying to seduce me.”

Bucky huffed at the accusation, lips curling up in a devious grin.

“So what if I am?”

Sam tapped his fingers on the table, pondering on whether to lie or be truthful. He glanced over Bucky's form, admiring the brunette's flush cheeks and glossy blue orbs.

“I'd be extremely flattered.” Sam replied nervously, hoping that Bucky will reciprocate his feelings.

Bucky smirked at Sam.

“Well you should be, you're a handsome man.” Bucky admitted, biting his bottom lip for added emphasis.

Sam got up from his chair and grabbed Bucky by the forearms, spinning the elder man around while pushing him lightly onto the kitchen table. Bucky grabbed the wood as Sam tried his hardest to force the brunette's chest down onto the table.

“You've been looking at me with those fuck-me eyes ever since Steve and I saved you back in Romania.” Sam huffed, voice bitter as if he's mad that he didn't have his way with Bucky sooner. “You're finally gonna get what you want.” Bucky loosened his body, allowing Sam to push his chest fully onto the kitchen table, bending his body in half.

“You better have a big dick hiding in those pants.” Bucky said in a joking tone, not entirely lying about his hopes.

“What's wrong small cocks don't do it for you anymore?” Sam questioned while pushing his semi-hard dick onto Bucky's clothed ass.

“N-no! Need something big.” Bucky blushed, scrunching his face into the wooden table from embarrassment.

Sam sighed as he grounded his throbbing dick onto Bucky's tight jeans, rubbing his clothed tip onto Bucky's bubbly ass.

“When did you do it last?” Sam asked, voice horsed due to the slight stimulation.

“Not since the w-war.” Bucky stuttered out with anticipation.

“Fuck.” Sam sighed, watching as Bucky's body trembled with impatience. “Nobody could satisfy you back then huh?” He questioned.

Bucky shook his head, pretty pink lips closing in a pout as he turned around to glance at Sam.

“They were all too small. Need something bigger, need a fat cock.” Bucky blushed from his own words, mind too clouded with lust to even care.

Sam huffed at the blatant answer, cock growing increasingly harder from the dirty talk.

“Such a size queen, Barns.”

Bucky laughed as he shifted under Sam, swaying his hips in a way so that his ass brushed firmly against the younger's hard cock.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” Bucky asked with innocent eyes, batting his lashes as he glanced at Sam.

Sam didn't respond with words, instead he decided to answer with actions. Pulling Bucky's tight black jeans and underwear down to the floor, leaving Bucky's lower half completely nude.

“Oh!” Bucky gasped from the sudden cool air hitting his warm flesh.

“Gosh, you were hiding this from me?” Sam questioned while grabbing Bucky's muscular butt and kneading the skin. “Such a perfect ass.” Sam emphasized his statement by slapping the pale mounds, leaving the skin scarred a pretty pink colour.

“Mmm!” Bucky moaned aloud, not caring who was able to hear.

“Lemme take a look at this sweet hole.” Sam opened Bucky's abused cheeks, exposing the pretty pink cavern hiding within. “Fuck, so pretty.” Sam praised the elder, using his thumb to pull on the tight rim, testing the give of his ass.

“Please!” Bucky moaned, face debauched from the anticipation of being with Sam.

Sam used his free hand to slap Bucky's ass once more, leaving a prominent hand print on the once pristine skin.

“You like it big right?” Sam asked while spitting on Bucky's hole and massaging the liquid over the rim.

“Mm!” Bucky nodded, body seizing from Sam's teasing touch.

Sam watched in awe as Bucky's hole opened up for his index and middle finger. He plunged his long digits into the wet hole, angling his fingers in such a way that they‘ll hit Bucky's prostate.

“Oh! Sammy!” Bucky cried out once he felt that incredible sensation. “More!” Sam held Bucky's lower back trying his best to keep the elder man down onto the table.

“You want another finger, Buck?” Sam asked, quickly lining up his ring finger and pushing it on the rim teasingly.

“Yes!” Bucky glanced back towards Sam. His blue eyes glossed over in pleasure and those usually pink lips were bitten red.

Sam couldn't wait any longer, he quickly plunged his third digit into Bucky's ass, opening the hole further.

“Oh!” Bucky moaned when he felt his hole stretch wider, opening easily for Sam's long fingers. “Fuck me please!” Bucky begged, brown hair falling down onto the wooden table, long locks hiding the brunette's face from Sam.

Sam didn't want to deny Bucky any longer, he quickly stripped himself of his pants and underwear, throwing away the articles of clothing somewhere in the kitchen. Bucky tried to turn around so he could get a proper look at Sam's hard dick, but the younger was having none of that, grabbing at Bucky’s head and forcing it back onto the table.

“You don't gotta see it, Buck.” Sam said while teasing his tip on Bucky's pretty pink rim. “Just feel it.” Bucky whined as he felt tip breach his ass, coaxing the tight cavern to open up.

“Such a slut huh?” Sam questioned, dick sliding deeper into Bucky's willing hole.

“S-so big!” Bucky had to grab at the sides of the table to keep himself grounded, pleasure too much to bear. “Oh! Sammy! More!” Bucky was loud as the large phallus slid deep inside.

“I can't go any further when you're gripping me like that, Buck.” Sam laughed as he felt Bucky's rim tighten around his big dick, holding the phallus in place.

“Mmm!” Bucky moaned into his hands, metal fingers covering his face, trying his best to keep himself quiet.

“I wanna hear you, Bucky!” Sam plunged his dick deeper, bottoming out right on the elders prostate, dick abusing the tiny bundles of nerves.

“Oh!” Bucky gasped at the feeling of Sam's cock deep inside, hitting all the right spots that nobody else was able to touch.

“Gosh look at you.” Sam teased the brunette, grabbing onto the fleshy hips and kneading the skin. “Hungry for a big dick ain't’cha?” Bucky sobbed as he began moving his hips, sheathing himself right onto the large cock.

“Yes! Sam! You're so big!” Bucky eyes were glossed over with tears. “Move please!” Bucky pleaded with the younger, wanting so desperately to feel Sam's cock slam deep inside of his wet hole.

Sam complied, gripping Bucky's hips tight as he moved his pelvis with violent intensity. He intentionally hit Bucky's prostate with each pound, red inflamed tip massaging the sweet spot with each movement.

“Sam! M'gonna cum!” Bucky cried into his hands, wet tears flowing out of his blue orbs. “Please don't stop!” Bucky threw his head back in pleasure, while obscene whimpers and chaste groans released from deep inside his throat.

“Cum for me, Buck.” Sam kept his same ravenous pace, thrusting deep into Bucky, hitting on those pleasurable bundles of nerves each time.

“Mmmm!” Bucky moaned, untouched cock twitching as he came long white ropes, painting the kitchen floor with the sticky liquid.

Sam watched in awe as Bucky's body trembled with pleasure, muscles seizing from overstimulation as Sam continued his brutal pace, trying to catch his own high.

“Shit, gonna make me cum tightening up like that.” Sam cringed as he felt Bucky's hole pulsate around his shaft, milking the phallus for all its worth. “Oh!” Sam gasped as he unloaded his hot seed into Bucky, painting the throbbing walls white.

The two took a moment to catch their breaths, heavy breathing and loud groans filled the once peaceful kitchen.

“So was I big enough for you?” Sam asked with a sly chuckle.

Bucky huffed with annoyance, cheeks still tinted a bright shade of pink.

“Definitely big enough.” Bucky laid all his weight on the kitchen table and pondered for a moment. “Maybe even too big.” Sam laughed at the truthful answer.

“Glad I could show you a good time, Buck.” The pair laughed as they soaked up their near ending high.

“We should get cleaned up before Steve gets back.” Bucky said, finally getting up from his bent position.

“Agreed.” Sam began picking up his discarded clothing.

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The tension inside the rather large fishing boat was palpable, Sam could feel it and Bucky could sense it. The pair had been working on the old boat all morning and afternoon, now the sun was setting over the bayou, a beautiful reflection of the bright star was painted onto the still water, giving the water a bright sheen.

The pair had started dating just after Mandripoor, Bucky took it upon himself to tell Sam how he felt and Sam was more than happy to reciprocate the feelings.

Sam wanted to take it slow, truthfully he was scared of Bucky's broken past and possibly doing something wrong to trigger his nightmares. So he keeps his touches scarce and has mostly kept his playful demeanor with the brunette. But there's one thing the pair have spoken of adamantly and have engaged with much interest, sex.

Bucky was to say the least touch-starved, he longed for any type of touch whether it be cuddles or touches of the more intimate nature, he craved them all, especially from Sam. It's no wonder this Louisiana heat is starting to get to them, the tiny enclosed space of the boat, the sweat running down both of their backs and the fact that they haven't had sex in a couple of weeks.

Bucky tried his best to stay quiet as he worked on the steam valves under the deck. He could hear Sam moving around up top, not yet finished ripping out the rotted floor boards. Bucky swallowed his spit, thoughts running rampant as he pictured Sam walking down the stairs and taking off his shirt and jumping him in the tiny space and having his way with him.

“Buck?” Sam watched the brunette with worry, scare that his boyfriend's mind wondered off to a dark place.

“Huh?” Bucky quickly turned and saw Sam standing at the bottom of the stairs with a concerned glare. “S-Sam…” Bucky managed to stutter his name, face flushed from his daydream.

“You good?” Sam asked while approaching Bucky with a careful pace.

“I-I'm perfect.” Bucky responded, turning his attention back to the various pipes and valves that needed his care.

Sam hummed with understanding, body shifting as he tried to get by his boyfriend, though the space was too small for him to fit through.

“Buck.”

“Hmmm?” Bucky smiled as he blocked Sam's way, cheeks still tinted pink and hair dripping with sweat.

“What're you doing?” Sam asked with a smile, he's always loved when Bucky was in a playful mood.

“Just wanted to feel you, that's all.” Bucky admitted with a sly smirk plastered on his usually neutral face.

“I can feel you up if'ya really wanted me to.” Sam said jokingly, though Bucky has seemed to take it seriously.

“It's a little risky doing it here, but I'm down.” Bucky said while wiping his hands with a dirty rag.

“Oh.” Sam huffed in confusion. “I-I was just joking.” Bucky looked at Sam with those glossy blue eyes, cold stare digging into Sam's heart.

“Y-you were?” Bucky blushed harder at the misunderstanding, metal hand finding its way to his face, covering the flushed skin in embarrassment. “I-I'm sorry.” Sam laughed at his shy boyfriend.

“We can do something if you'd like.” Sam watched Bucky squirm from the implications of the question.

“Um…I thought we were gonna do something this morning.” Bucky glanced away from Sam, too embarrassed to face his boyfriend. “So I opened myself up.” Sam huffed with intrigue, cock twitching in interest.

“Shit, I didn't bring a condom.” Sam's once hard cock was quickly deflated as soon as he remembered he left all of his condoms back at his sister's house.

“I don't mind doing it raw.” Bucky admitted, still too embarrassed to make eye contact with Sam's deep brown eyes.

Sam's dick sprung back up in interest, hard cock pitching a rather large tent in his tight blue jeans.

“You really wanna do it right now?” Sam asked, body moving to crowd his boyfriend into a tiny corner of the boat.

Bucky looked at Sam with endearing eyes, lips bitten raw from embarrassment and chest heaving from anticipation.

“Yes I want you to fuck me right here, right now.” Bucky looked away once more, hands coming up to grip Sam's red shirt.

Sam smirked and leaned into Bucky's chapped lips, catching the plump mounds in a heated kiss. Tongues darting out fighting for dominance. Bucky moaned into the kiss, Sam took it as an opportunity to suck on the brunette's bottom lip, licking the red flesh.

“S-Sammy.” Bucky sighed, glossy blue eyes fluttering from pleasure.

“Shhh, let me take care of you.” Sam said, hands venturing down towards Bucky's tight jeans, undoing the leather belt and unbuckling the clasp. “I've been wanting to do this all day, Buck.” Sam admitted.

Bucky turned his back towards Sam, allowing the man full access to his rear. He felt relief once Sam had his tight jeans and underwear pulled all the way down, pale cheeks fully exposed to the humid Delacroix air.

“Let me suck your-”

“It's okay, Buck, I'll use my spit.” Sam pulled Bucky's sweaty cheeks apart, finally catching a glimpse of that tight pink hole. “I just wanna be inside you so bad.” Sam admitted, hands kneading the flushed mounds.

Bucky nodded in understanding, leaning his weight onto the boat's walls and arching his back to allow Sam better access to his ass.

“I get it Sammy.” Bucky sighed as he felt Sam's fingers poke and prod on his sensitive rim. “Want you inside too.” The lube on the outside of Bucky's rim had dried up long ago, but the sticky slick he pushed inside this morning still remained, keeping his hole nice and wet.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Buck.” Sam sighed as he backed away from his boyfriend's pliant body. “You wanted me so bad didn't you?” Sam asked with a questioning brow, his hands left Bucky’s body and quickly darted down to his jeans, popping the button and unzipping his fly.

“Want you so bad Sam! Please!” Bucky begged, hiding his face in his folded arms, not wanting to show Sam his desperate look.

Sam stayed quiet as he spat on his hand and stroked his hard cock, coating his penis with his saliva.

“Don't be quiet Buck.” Sam said as he approached Bucky's rear, grazing his tip on the tight wet rim. “I wanna hear you moan my name.” Sam pushed his hips, using all of his force to open up Bucky's tight ass.

“Oh! Sammy!” Bucky moaned, face flushing from the painful pleasure.

Sam clinched his teeth as he pushed deeper into Bucky's warm and tight hole. His sweet ass was almost too much for Sam to handle.

“Fuck, you're so tight, Bucky.” Sam gasped as he felt Bucky's hole pulsate, cavern swallowing his dick deeper.

“Mmm!” Bucky cried out as he felt his ass open to accommodate Sam's rather large length.

“Feels so good without a condom, Buck!” Sam gasped as he finally bottomed out. “We should've done this sooner.” Sam sighed as he leaned into Bucky's neck, kissing the sensitive flesh. He kept his body completely still, allowing Bucky to get used to his size.

“Sam!” Bucky waited a whole fifteen seconds before he asked Sam to move, shaking his hips as if to encourage Sam to start his rapid pace.

If there was one thing Sam was good at during sex it would be following instructions, he was quick to comply with Bucky's requests, moving his hips with slow yet purposeful thrusts, angling his cock just right so it would hit Bucky's sweet spot every time.

“Uhhhh!” Bucky moaned, “Sammy!” Sam laughed at the endearing nickname.

“So good for me, Bucky.” Sam praised the elder man, skin slipping against skin as Sam picked up his pace. “You wanted me to fuck you raw didn't you?” Sam questioned, mind turning bold due to the immense pleasure.

Bucky nodded, glossy blue eyes hazed over with lust, face completely debauched from Sam's rough thrusts.

“Such a slut.” Sam said while smacking Bucky's ass, leaving pretty pink marks on the pale skin.

“Y-yours!” Bucky managed to stammer out a couple of words, mind completely blank from the pleasure.

“Yeah you're all mine!” Sam smirked at his boyfriend's trembling form. “Gonna cum inside you baby.” Sam watched Bucky intently, making sure to see if his boyfriend had any objections to a cream pie.

“Want you to come inside me!” Bucky pleaded, face contorting in pleasure as Sam used him like a doll.

“Yeah?” Sam asked as if it was a question.

“Mmmhhh!” Bucky replied, blue eyes staring with intent.

“You want me to fill this pretty hole up with my cum?”

“Yes!” Bucky begged, wanting so bad to feel Sam's white hot seed shooting down his hole.

“I'm close, Bucky. Are you?” Sam questioned not wanting to blow his load before Bucky.

“Cumming!” Sam's talking was cut short by Bucky, shooting his seed out of his untouched dick, spilling the white liquid all over the old wooden walls of the boat.

“Oh Bucky!” Sam moaned as he came deep inside of Bucky's wet and wanting hole, painting the pink muscle white with his seed.

The two groaned as Sam tried his best to take his dick out of Bucky's incredibly tight hole, his ass was not yet ready to part with Sam's large dick.

“So good for me, Buck.” Sam praised as he watched his seed fall from Bucky's wet opened hole. A tiny puddle began to form by Bucky's feet.

“Mmm.” Bucky replied, not yet coherent from their endeavors.

“You look tired.” Sam said, observing his pliant boyfriend sway on his feet. “Wanna sit?” Sam asked politely.

Bucky agreed and allowed Sam to guide him to the tiny chairs just outside of the valve room. The two sat and cuddled, allowing Bucky to ride off his high with Sam there to ground him.

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Sam's mission was clear: infiltrate Hydra to the best of his ability, make them think he's one of them and relay information back to Steve and Natasha.

It was simple really, a mission he would be all too excited to do any other time. Though now there was a bit of a dilemma, Sam knew he was looking for a Bucky Barns. Apparently he was Steve's childhood friend from back in the forties, but now he's some brainwashed super assassin.

Now standing before him was said super assassin, The Winter Soldier. The very man he was sent here to find and gather intel on.

But the situation was much different than he expected.

“C'mon rookie, have a go at him.” Rumlow smirked, watching Sam with curious intent. “I promise he won't bite, we do this all the time.” Sam clinched his jaw at the implications of Rumlow's sentence.

“He's very docile once you get your cock inside.” Rollins added with a sly smirk.

Sam looked at the soldier before him, blue eyes staring at him intensely though no emotions shone through those glossy orbs. Bucky's face was hidden behind a black metal mask, brown hair disheveled from his previous mission. The soldier was waiting patiently to be either dismissed or to be put back in cryo sleep.

“H-hasn't he been out of cryo for too long?” Sam asked, trying his best to find any excuse to get him out of this troubling situation.

“Nah man, we have a go at him after every mission.” Rumlow piped up, bringing his hand onto Sam's empty shoulder and rubbing the muscle in a calming manner. “Don't be shy, soldat won't remember anyways.” Sam grimaced once he looked at Bucky's cold lifeless eyes, dark bags hung under the blue orbs, marking the pale skin in a purple hue.

“His cries are so cute. He's gotten over fighting back, now he just lets it happen.” Rollins said as he approached the Winter Soldier and caressed the metal mask.

Sam gulped, no mission he's ever done could've prepared him for this situation. He pondered on what to do, breaking his cover was not an option and Rumlow already knows Sam swings both ways. This opportunity wouldn't be one that a Hydra agent would say no to. His only option was to comply and have his way with The Winter Soldier, whether the brainwashed assassin wanted it or not.

“Does he have any diseases?” Sam tried once more to find a more plosable excuse to not follow through with the heinous act.

“Pierce has him checked every time he wakes up from cryo, we're clearly not the only ones having a go at that tight ass.” Rumlow snickered as he smacked Bucky's rear.

The soldier didn't even flinch at the touch, he simply stood there like it meant nothing. His eyes stayed lifeless as Rumlow and Rollins talk about him and about how docile he is.

Sam wanted to throw up.

“D-does Pierce?” Sam hesitated to ask, not totally sure if he wanted to know the answer.

“Of course Pierce uses him, he was the first one.” Rollins smiled as he glanced towards Rumlow, the pair smirked as if that information was readily available.

“Don't be such a baby Sam.” Rumlow spoke as he caressed Bucky's messy long hair. “Look at those eyes, he's basically begging for cock.” Sam glanced at those lifeless blue eyes once more and just as he suspected they weren't begging for anything.

“We can all have a go at him together if you're scared.” Rollins offered, glancing at Rumlow to see if the other man was willing.

“N-no that won't be necessary.” Sam spoke up quickly. If he was gonna do this he wanted to at least be alone.

“Let's get'cha a room rookie!” Rumlow said with joy, excited to see his new recruit have a crack at the obedient assassin.

Sam complied and walked to the private rooms reserved mostly for higher up Hydra members. He memorized the layout and noted any anomalies that could help with a potential raid of the base.

Rollins and Rumlow continued talking to one another as they led Sam and the soldier to the private quarters. Sam glanced at Bucky trying to see if there was any hint of emotion on the stoic assassin’s face, though most of his features were hidden by the black metal mask, Sam could slightly make out a twitch from the soldier's left brow.

“Here we are.” Rollins hummed while knocking on the metal door before opening it.

The room was cold and lifeless, grey walls lined all four sides of the tiny area. The place was only decorated with a single bed and a rather small desk and chair.

“Um…Thanks.” Sam approached the tiny room and glanced at his surroundings, stomach churning from reluctance.

“Rollins and I will stay out here.”

Sam huffed, it looks like he'll actually have to perform if he doesn't want his cover blown.

“You're technically not supposed to be in here because you're so new, but we trust you and we want to reward you for that.” Rollins added in, giving Sam a tiny wink as he handed off the Winter Soldier.

“Have fun!” Rumlow said with a light tone.

Sam waited until they closed the door to move, he sat on the single bed and huffed with reluctance. He pondered what Steve would do or even if Steve would want him to do something so vile to his childhood friend.

The soldier stood still by the door, waiting for his instructions. One of his eyes twitched with exhaustion while his body trembled from the cold air.

“Suppose you can't speak.” Sam asked, brow raised as he tried his best to reassure the brainwashed man.

Bucky didn't reply, he simply grunted through the mask.

Sam looked at Bucky with sadness in his brown eyes, orbs glossy from the situation. He didn't want to do this and the soldier could definitely tell.

“You know Ste-” Sam stopped himself from speaking as he remembered the two Hydra agents were standing outside.

The soldier stood patiently, eyeing Sam with a soulless stare.

“S-soldat.” Sam spoke, body tensing with hesitance. “Come here.” He motioned to the empty spot right next to him.

Bucky complied and shuffled towards the tiny bed, sitting down right next to Sam.

“Let me take these off.” Sam got up and began undoing the Winter Soldier's tactical pants and untying his combat boots. Throwing the articles behind him.

“Good boy.” Sam praised, happy that the soldier hasn't been violent yet.

The soldier seemed to preen from the praise, blue eyes widening from the simple statement. Under his mask his cheeks heated up and tinted a slight pink colour.

“Lay down.” Sam said as he stood up and helped Bucky lay on the soft mattress, placing his head onto the fluffy pillow.

Sam walked around the room, checking the desk drawers to see if he can find any type of lubricant to help ease the pain Bucky will no doubt be in. It seems luck wasn't on his side as the only thing he seemed to find was a pen and some blank pieces of paper. Sam huffed in annoyance, how could anybody have sex without some form of lubricant. He pondered on whether to ask Rumlow or Rollins if they were carrying any, though he decided against it, figuring that the only response he'll get would be a no.

“U-um…” Sam turned back towards Bucky and thought of what to do next. For the sake of Steve's friend the least he could do is open up the docile soldier well before he even uses his dick. “I'm just gonna take these off.” Sam warned Bucky before bringing his hands to the soldier's black boxers, caressing the fabric before pulling it down.

The Winter Soldier complied and allowed Sam to strip him of his remaining clothing, laying completely still as the stranger's hand wandered all over his body.

“I-if I take that off will you bite me?” Sam asked while motioning to the heavy metal mask. His question is completely serious.

Bucky shook his head, knowing that if he uses teeth on any handler he'll be punished profusely.

Sam hummed in acknowledgement and took off the sleek black mask. Pale skin shining as it was finally released from its constraints.

“W-woah.” Sam huffed as he looked at Bucky's bare face.

Sam couldn't help but blush as he looked the soldier up and down, he was extremely handsome to say the least.

Bucky shifted in embarrassment, he laid and wondered why he was feeling such odd emotions, perhaps he's been out of cryo sleep for far too long.

Sam looked at Bucky's pale body, noting that the soldier wasn't hard at all.

“I'll just-” Sam tried to pull Bucky's meaty thighs apart, “can I?” He saw the hesitation in the soldier's blue eyes.

Ultimately Bucky complied, allowing Sam to spread his pale legs, giving the recruit ample access to the tight pink rim.

“Gosh.” Sam gasped once he saw Bucky's tight hole, it's been so long since he’s been with anyone it's no wonder that he's hard.

Sam opted to stay silent after his little huffed gasp. He spat on his fingers and angled one digit right onto Bucky's rim, coating the tight muscle in his saliva.

The Winter Soldier gasped from the sudden cool slick hitting his warm flesh.

“It's okay,” Sam said with a reassuring tone, “I won't hurt you.” Bucky glanced at Sam with a look of doubt.

He decided it was best to show the soldier then simply tell him, after all actions speak louder than words.

Bucky whimpered when he felt Sam's cold digit circle around his rim, coaxing the muscle to relax before he breaches it.

“It's okay.” Sam tried his best to keep Bucky calm, not wanting to spook the poor man.

The Winter Soldier didn't speak, he simply allowed Sam to push his long fingers into his tight wet hole, muscle opening to accommodate the foreign object.

“That's it.” Sam sighed with contentment, thankful that Bucky didn't break his finger.

The soldier huffed from the new sensation. He's never had someone stretch out his rim before using it.

Sam decided to move the lone finger, searching intently for Bucky's sweet spot. He poked and prodded at the soldier's tight ass, finally finding those pleasurable bundle of nerves when he angled his digit towards Bucky's navel.

“Mmm!” The soldier couldn't hold his moans any longer due to never having felt that intense pleasure before.

Sam jumped with fear after hearing the soldier moan, he was quickly reassured once he saw Bucky's once flaccid cock twitch with excitement.

“Like that?” Sam questioned while pushing in a second finger and quickly angling it down towards Bucky's prostate.

“Hmph!” The soldier whimpered, metal hand shooting up to his face to cover his pathetic cries.

Sam was so focused on the Winter Soldier's pleasure that he didn't even register the loud knock coming from outside.

“Hurry up man! You're gonna get us caught if we wait any longer!” Rollins yelled from the other side of the door.

Sam huffed with annoyance, just when it seems he's gained the brainwashed assassin's trust he'll no doubt lose it all once he gets his meaty cock inside.

Sam released the soldier and stood up, quickly opening the fly of his pants and releasing his hard dick through the tiny hole. He spat on his hand once more and spread the poor excuse for lube all over his hard phallus. He approached the docile soldier and grabbed Bucky's muscular legs, spreading the lean thighs open.

“N-no.” The soldier said with sorrowful eyes, pleading with Sam not to do this.

Sam was conflicted, it had seemed that Bucky was enjoying the very brief fingering, but when it came to the actual act it suggests that the soldier had been scarred from previous encounters.

“I-I have to.” Sam grimaced as he edged his cock closer to Bucky's rim, nudging the muscle with his wet tip.

“P-please.” The soldier whimpered with a somber tone.

Sam decided not to speak, looking away as he pushed inside of Bucky, stretching the tight hole to accommodate his large phallus.

“Mmm!” The soldier bite his lip as he shed a couple of tears, blue eyes fluttering from the pain

Sam glanced down towards Bucky's pelvis, catching a quick look at the soldier's privates, dick no longer hard.

“No!” Bucky cried once more, hands darting up towards Sam's neck, fleshly fingers gripping tightly onto Sam's taught throat.

“Urgh!” Sam gasped just loud enough for Rollins and Rumlow to hear, the pair rushed in quickly and pounced on the distressed assassin.

“Soldat!” Rumlow yelled, grabbing at Bucky’s arm and pulling the hand off of Sam’s neck.

Bucky whimpered as he allowed Rumlow and Rollins to pin his hands onto the bed, allowing Sam to move once more.

“Gheez, what made you think you could misbehave.” Rollins spoke with smite.

The Winter Soldier whimpered with distress, eyes glossy from fear. His body trembled from the pain of having his underprepared ass stretched full.

“T-thanks.” Sam said, looking at Rumlow and Rollins. He was slightly thankful that they came in and saved him from suffocation, but he couldn't deny that he wished Bucky just ended him right there so he wouldn't have to continue this vile act.

“C'mon rookie, show soldat who's boss.” Rumlow snickered, both hands being used to hold down the soldier's metal arm.

“Fuck him good for us.” Rollins piped in with a smile laced in malice.

Sam huffed in annoyance, not exactly a fan of having an audience while he's having sex. He decided to completely focus on Bucky's sorrowful eyes, beautiful blue orbs glossy with unshed tears.

“Hmmmm!” Bucky moaned in pain once Sam moved his hips.

“Shut up bitch!” Rollins chastises the obedient soldier.

Sam held his tongue, not wanting to be caught in such a compromising position. His dick was twitching from the pleasure given to him by Bucky's wet tight hole.

Rumlow decided to reach down and grab the discarded metal mask, bringing it back up with intentions to muzzle the pliant man.

“Don't!” Sam huffed as he continued his brutal pace, chest heaving from exhaustion. “Wanna hear his pathetic cries.” Sam said with a deep snarl.

Truthfully he just wanted to see Bucky's handsome face as he had his way with him. Under different circumstances Sam wished to have Bucky laying below him and moaning in pleasure and not pain. But the world is cruel.

“Yeah?” Rumlow snickered, complying with Sam's demands and throwing away the metal mask. “I like hearing him too rookie.” Sam grimaced as Rumlow tried to talk to him.

He simply ignored the two men, focusing on only Bucky and his cute little cries. Sam felt sick thinking of Bucky this way, but his cock stayed hard and his mind told him to keep going.

“N-no please!” Bucky found his words once more, body trembling from the assaulting pace.

Sam clinched his teeth, cock growing increasingly harder from Bucky's debauched face and glossy eyes.

“Stop!” The soldier cried out once more, feeling Sam's cock twitch inside of him. He's felt this sensation before, which usually happens when Rumlow and Rollins are close to cumming.

“Urgh.” Sam huffed as he continued his harsh thrusts.

“Fill him up, rookie. Show him a good time.” Rollins said, grip tightening around Bucky's arm.

“Mmmphh!” Sam came with a quick huff, dick twitching as the soldier's tight warmth welcomed his foreign seed.

“Mmh!” The Winter Soldier groaned as he felt his ass be filled with Sam’s white hot cum.

“Fuck.” Rumlow moaned, watching with curiosity as Sam retracted his dick from the docile assassin.

“What an obedient soldier.” Sam said with a grimace on his face, not even recognizing his own voice.

“Yes he is.” Rollins added with a smile pointed towards Sam.

“You owe us rookie. When we need your help you come alright?” Rumlow said, snarky attitude in full force.

“Remember how gracious we were to let you fuck the asset.” Rollins joined in.

Sam looked at the pair with horrified eyes, he felt sadness for the poor victim, though not fully showing his emotions on his face.

“I'll remember.” Sam said, glancing towards Bucky's abused form.

“Let's go soldat.” Rumlow approached the pliant man, grabbing him by the metal arm.

The soldier complied and followed behind Rumlow, not even sparing a single look to Sam as he left the room.

“You gotta get outta here too.” Rollins spoke as he picked up the soldier's dirty clothes. “Before someone sees you.” Sam nodded and zipped up his pants.

Sam made his way back to his bunk room, quickly opening his transponder and notifying Steve of the troubling situation. He waited patiently for Steve's response, scared of what's to come.

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Sam wasn't in Brooklyn often, but when he was he always made time to visit his favorite congressman in the whole wide world, Bucky Barns.

The two have been dating since their little mission to take down the Flag Smashers. But now their paths seemed to be straying away from one another, so they always said they must see each other at least once a month.

Since Bucky made it down to Delacroix last month it's Sam's turn to return the favor and venture up to the big city.

He's been sitting around Bucky's apartment since ten in the morning. He intended to catch Bucky before he left for work but it seems luck wasn't on his side. He tried his best to keep busy but his patience was starting to run thin. He pondered whether to just wait for his boyfriend or go visit him at his office. Tapping away at his phone he decided to grab his wing suit and fly to Bucky's place of work as it would be much faster than taking the transit or sitting in a taxi cab.

He opted not to tell Bucky about his little visit, after all his boyfriend loves surprises.

After about a ten minute flight, Sam stood outside of Bucky's office window. There he saw Congressman Barns all dolled up in his sleek black suit and slicked back long hair. He was surrounded on each side by a hefty amount of paper work and his head was currently resting in his hands, clearly stressed out from the heavy load of packets to be read. Sam didn't want to wait any longer and knocked on the window, luckily Bucky was alone with his office door shut.

The brunette quickly turned his head at the sound, face scrunching with shock as he saw Sam flying outside waiting patiently to be let in.

“Sam! What the heck!” Bucky said while opening the large windows, allowing his boyfriend access to his spacious office.

“Sorry Buck, couldn't wait for'ya any longer.” Sam smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss. “I really missed you.” Bucky leaned in and reciprocated the quick peck.

“I missed you too.” Bucky replied with a slight blush, “but you're not supposed to be in here.” He reminded the younger man, having been through this situation once before.

“I know. But this time I sneaked in so technically nobody will know.” Sam tried his hardest to ease Bucky's anxiety with his cheap excuse.

Bucky huffed with annoyance, though he is happy that he gets to see Sam, after all it has been awhile since the two have seen one another.

“I'll be finished in an hour, just have a seat over there.” Bucky pointed towards a rather elegant love seat situated at the corner of the room.

Sam glanced towards the seat then back at Bucky.

“This chair is fine actually.” Sam said as he sat down on Bucky's desk chair. “You're welcome to join me.” Sam motioned to his lap while snickering at the brunette.

Bucky couldn't help the blush seeping onto his pale skin.

“You're an idiot.” Bucky sighed and walked towards his office door, locking the exit.

“Hey don't be like that, Buck.” Sam laughed as he knew Bucky was smitten with him, locking the door no doubt because he expected some action from Sam.

“Be like what?” Bucky teased as he took a seat on his boyfriend's meaty thighs, “a responsible congressman?” Bucky snickered, scrunching his face with happiness.

“A sexy congressman.” Sam huffed, biting Bucky's pink ear.

“So it's like that huh?” Bucky laughed at the teasing touch, “you came here just to fuck me!” Sam gasped at the accusation.

“How dare you think I'm only here to have my way with you and not see my handsome boyfriend.” Sam said with a playful tone.

“I don't have any lube here Sammy.” Bucky admitted, turning around and cuddling up to the large man.

“I don't need lube, Buck.” Sam snickered with a mischievous grin. “Here bend down.” Sam helped Bucky get up and kneel down towards the desk, bending his boyfriend's body in half over the table.

“Sam! W-we can't do this here!” Bucky said with no real intent.

“Come on, don't be a bummer.” Sam smirked while running his hands along Bucky's clothed back side.

Bucky huffed from the familiar touch, allowing Sam to wander his needy hands all over his body.

“We can't go all the way.” Bucky tried his best to compromise.

“Fine.”

Sam pounced on the congressman, quickly undoing his slacks and pulling down the black trousers, leaving Bucky's rear bare.

“So eager.” Bucky huffed with a smile.

Sam kneaded Bucky's squishy pale cheeks, parting them slightly to get a good look at his boyfriend's pretty pink hole.

“Let me have a taste, Buck.” Sam asked while licking his chapped lips.

Bucky blushed from the question, never having had someone lick his hole. He felt slightly embarrassed to be so ambitious to try.

“O-okay.” Bucky stuttered out, voice breathless from anticipation.

“Good-boy.” Sam praised Bucky with a light slap to his ass, turning the pale cheeks pink.

Sam acted fast, sticking his wet tongue out and diving into Bucky's tight muscle, lapping at the flesh with a frantic frenzy of lust.

Bucky's body shook from the sudden feeling of Sam's wet tongue on his tight ass, drawing circles over the muscle.

“Oh, Sam!” Bucky moaned loudly, likely forgetting where they were.

Sam swallowed his excess spit, coming up from the cheeks to take a quick breath before diving back into the delicious hole.

“Mmmm.” Sam moaned into the wet cavern, vibrations causing Bucky's body to tense from the new found feelings.

“Sammy!” Bucky moaned while bringing his metal arm up to his mouth, covering his chapped lips from making any more noise.

“Fuck.” Sam sighed as he watched Bucky's rim wink at him, basically asking to be used and abused. “You taste so good, Buck.” Sam took a moment to watch Bucky's body tremble above his, legs shaking from ecstasy.

“P-please don't stop!” Bucky asked politely, face contorting in pleasure once Sam dived his tongue back onto the wet cavern.

Sam brought both of his hands up to hold Bucky's pale cheeks apart, shaking the fleshy mounds as he ate the brunette's sweet hole.

“Such a tight ass, Buck.” Sam moaned as he lapped at the twitching rim. “If we weren't in your office, I would've had my dick inside you already.” Sam huffed as he took a good long lick on the pliant hole.

“Mmmm!” Bucky moaned once more, hands returning to his face to cover his noisy mouth.

“Come on Buck,” Sam ran his tongue in circles around the pink hole, coating the rim completely in his spit. “Cum on my tongue.” Sam demanded while thrusting his wet muscle deep inside the hole.

“Sam!” Bucky cried as he felt Sam's long tongue dig into his cavern, licking inside the tight walls.

Sam released a loud groan as he ate out Bucky's ass, slapping the flesh with both hands as he devoured the needy hole.

“Oh! Sammy!” Bucky cried out one last time before coming undone on Sam's wet tongue. Painting his nice office carpet with his white seed.

“God, Buck.” Sam sighed as he backed away from the abused hole, rim glistening from the saliva.

Bucky's body shook from the after shocks of his orgasm, muscles trembling from exertion.

“That was good.” Bucky mumbled while laying his chest completely on his hard wooden desk.

“We should do this more often.” Sam joked as he cleaned up his boyfriend and redressed him in his fancy attire.

“More often, but not at the office.” Bucky reminded Sam. Not wanting to risk someone finding out that the Winter Soldier and Captain America are an item.

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Cap was down from the soldier and Natasha's been shot, Sam was the only one left standing. He watched as Steve fought and managed to get the Winter Soldier's mask off. After a brief interaction with Steve the unmasked man fled, but Sam was quick to act, putting on his wing suit and flying down to a distressed Steve.

“I'll chase him, you make sure Natasha's alright.” Sam said while hovering next to Steve.

The blond man looked distraught as he watched the fleeing super soldier.

“I-I,” Steve stammered out, face pale from realization. “It's Bucky.” Sam quirked a brow, confusion evident on his face.

“Well I'll chase this Bucky fella and you go tend to Natasha.” Sam spoke up once more of the new plan. Steve didn't protest, so Sam flew away towards the direction the soldier ran off in.

Sam went high above the tall apartment building, scanning all alleyways and dead ends to see if he could find the stealthy assassin.

After about a twenty minute flight he seems to have spotted the Winter Soldier, standing in a dead end alleyway between two office' buildings.

Now that Sam's found him he's not quite sure what to do. Does he engage the assassin and risk being killed or does he relay the situation back to Steve?

When Sam got closer it seemed the soldier was contacting evac, so he decided to fly down and ambush the unsuspecting man.

Though it seems the assassin wasn't as oblivious as Sam thought he was. Bucky quickly took out a grappling hook and shot it at Sam, attaching the metal clasp to his foot and dragging The Falcon right out of the sky. Before Sam was able to catch his breath a long glock was pointed right between his eyes.

“Who are you?” The soldier asked with a menacing tone, sky blue eyes piercing Sam's skin, burning daggers into his face.

“I-I'm not here to hurt you.” Sam tried to find a reasonable explanation for trying to sneak up on the brunette. “I'm with Steve, I think he knows you.” Bucky hesitated at the name, blue eyes widening with stress.

Sam looked the soldier up and down, admiring the beauty that was once hidden under that sleek black mask. Sam huffed, heart pounding from the intriguing situation.

“You're my enemy.” Bucky said, face emotionless as he spoke.

“I'm not, I promise.” Sam lifted his hands up in surrender, “see?” Sam said, motioning to his unarmed form.

The soldier shook with confusion, mind not recognizing his previous commands. His eyes darted every which way with memories clouding his vision.

Sam watched Bucky waiting patiently for the soldier to come back to reality. He felt the sweat drip down his face, gracing the barrel of the gun as it ran down his skin. Sam bit his lip while watching the distressed man, cock hardening from the peculiar situation. Sam has some weird kinks, but he never would've guessed guns were one of them, though it does also help that the Winter Soldier happens to be extremely handsome.

Once Bucky came back to reality, he immediately noticed the bulge in Sam pants.

“I thought you were unarmed!” The soldier yelled, face twisting with malice while he unlocked the safety switch on the gun.

“I-I am!” Sam stuttered with fear while his cheeks heated up from embarrassment.

“What's that then?” The soldier asked.

Sam hesitated to speak, too embarrassed to tell Bucky what he was hiding in his trousers.

“M-my dick.” Sam's voice was a pitch higher as he told the assassin.

Bucky looked confused, not fully understanding the situation at hand.

“Um.” The soldier paused with disbelief.

Sam stayed quiet, figuring that would be the best thing to do in this situation. He watched as the soldier eyed him up and down, licking his chapped lips in the process.

“You wanna fuck me?” Bucky questioned, face completely serious.

“W-what? N-no it's just…the gun and your face…actually this whole situation.” Sam stammered out then deciding to shut up, thinking it best to keep the rest of his little fantasies to himself.

Bucky looked exhausted as Sam rambled on, though he hasn't had any action in awhile due to all this Project Insight stuff. Bucky got excited, popping a boner and scrunching his face with disgust.

“Get on your knees.” Bucky said, cocking his gun back to Sam’s face and caressing the barrel down his heated cheeks.

Sam complied immediately, kneeling before the soldier and clasping his hands together to seem less threatening.

“Good boy.” Bucky praised the kneeling man while using his metal arm to undo his belt and pant’s zipper.

“What are you doing?” Sam questioned, face remaining calm under the immense pressure of the gun being pointed at his head.

“You're gonna suck me off.” The soldier stated, finally getting his cock out of its confining garments. “And you're gonna enjoy it.” Sam gasped at the soldier's dominating tone.

“Okay.” Sam nodded with enthusiasm. He quickly opened his mouth allowing Bucky entrance to his sweet warm cavern.

Bucky stared at the obedient man, smirking as he watched his victim shake with devotion. He couldn’t help himself as he brought his gun up from Sam’s jaw and circled the barrel around his sobbing wet mouth.

“You want this cock?” Bucky questions while motioning to his hard shaft.

Sam nodded eagerly.

“You really want it?”

Sam opened his mouth wider while sticking his long red tongue out.

“Then suck it.” Bucky quickly thrusted the barrel of the gun into Sam’s mouth, filling the needy hole with the cool steel weapon.

“Mmmm!” Sam moaned around the foreign object, brown eyes expanding as he stared up at the assassin with fear.

“Don’t be like that.” Bucky cooed as Sam drooled all over the sleek metal. “I won’t hurt. You just have to be good.” Bucky began moving his hand, allowing the gun to descend down Sam’s throat.

“Hrrmmmm!” Sam closed his eyes trying his hardest not to release his salty tears.

Bucky chuckled at the debauched man below him, he glanced at Sam’s trousers checking to see if he was still hard and to his utter surprise he was still rock solid.

“You like this don’t you?” Bucky questioned, laughing as he watched his victim tremble.

Sam whimpered and licked around the metal object, cock twitching in his pants from the lack of stimulation.

“Mmm!” Sam moaned around the barrel.

“Yeah, you want my cock?” Bucky asked with a sly smirk.

Sam stared up at the soldier with pleading eyes, nodding his head slightly as if to say yes.

“Such a slut.” Bucky mumbled whilst taking the glock out of Sam’s mouth and returning the barrel to the side of his head.

Sam caught his breath once the gun was out of his wet cavern, drool seeping out of his opened orifice as he hyperventilated.

“C’mon I don’t have all day.” Bucky stood with his cock in hand waiting for Sam to catch his breath. “I’ll be gentle.” Bucky tried to compromise though he still held that gun firmly on Sam's head.

Sam finally got back to his kneeling position, opening his mouth once more though this time for something much sweeter.

Bucky hummed at the obedient man, using his flesh hand to grab onto Sam’s jaw as he inched his way into the warm hole.

“Mmm, so warm.” Bucky moaned as he descended his cock further down Sam’s open throat.

Sam stared up at Bucky with adoration, brown eyes filling with tears once more from the large stretch.

“Hrmmm!” Sam moaned around the large shaft, sending pleasurable vibrations onto the hard meat.

“Oh!” Bucky groaned, finally bottoming out in the willing hole.

Sam closed his eyes and focused on not choking on the large phallus. He allowed the soldier to thrust his cock into his willing mouth, letting the assassin use him like a doll.

“Open your eyes!” Bucky demanded, using the safety switch of the gun as a warning sign.

Sam fluttered his lashes, surprised by the sudden outburst.

“That’s it. Good boy.” Bucky smirks while looking down at the obedient man, praising him for the good work he’s doing. “So close.” Bucky said, quickly picking up his pace to reach his climax.
“Mmh!” Sam moaned around the phallus. Trying to encourage the large soldier to use his mouth anyway he’d like.

“Look at me while I cum down your throat!” Bucky cocked the gun once more, shaking the heavy metal to remind Sam that it’s still very much there.

Sam agreed, quickly looking up at those piercing blue orbs.

“So good!” Bucky groaned while throwing his head back in pleasure. “Gonna cum!”

Sam moaned around the cock, wet saliva seeping out of the opened corners of his mouth.

“Swallow it!” Bucky moaned, hips twitching as he came hard down Sam’s throat, painting the messy cavern white with his seed.

Sam drank the foreign liquid, moaning as the hot nut flowed down his passage.

Bucky huffed with exhaustion and quickly buckled up his pants. He glanced at Sam one last time before running out of the alleyway.

“What the?” Sam was left baffled as he didn’t get to have his way with the handsome assassin.

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It was hard keeping it a secret from Steve, though it is sort of his fault for leaving the two of them together for a long period of time. Currently they are situated in Germany waiting patiently for Steve to return from America with what he could only hope is a super team to take on Tony.

Bucky has been relatively fine with it just being the two of them, but recently their little bickering and disagreements have turned into something much different. For the past two weeks they've been sleeping together.

It's nothing serious and Bucky made sure to let Sam know it'll never be more than just a quick fling. But with each passing day of their little escapades, Sam has noticed a little quirk from the Hydra escapee.

He liked to bite.

Like a lot.

Sam didn't mind it truly, but Steve will surely notice the dark spots littering his neck and the tiny teeth indents on his shoulder. He pondered on what to do about it. In reality he wants to keep letting Bucky mark him up. After all it does feel good and Bucky looks adorable nipping at his skin, but he needs to make sure nobody knows he's fucking the Winter Soldier.

“Bucky.” Sam walked into the living room hoping to find the stealthy assassin.

Luckily Bucky was sitting on the couch quietly reading a book. Sam doesn't want to admit it but he went through Bucky's belongings, well the very little belongings that he had and he found that old black metal mask he used to wear when he was under control by Hydra. Sam wondered if they used it on him as a muzzle because he bites so much.

“Yeah?” Bucky glanced from his book and stared dead eyed at Sam, not exactly enjoying being interrupted.

“Um, well I think Steve will be coming back soon.” Sam stated, trying his best to find a perfect way to bring up the topic of his biting.

“Okay?” Bucky lifted a brow with confusion.

“Listen, I like having sex with you and it feels good but it's the biting man, that shits gotta stop.” Sam laid it all out in one go.

Bucky huffed with annoyance and scrunched his face in disbelief.

“I don't bite.” Bucky looked at Sam, face dead serious.

“Oh my god! You're such a liar!” Sam laughed with surprise.

“No I’m not.” Bucky retorted clearly not enjoying the conversation.

Sam sighed, this conversation certainly won't get anywhere when his friends with benefit's is acting like this.

“You think these hickeys just magically appear on me every night?” Sam questioned while gesturing to his marked neck.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders.

“You're unbelievable.” Sam huffed and slammed the black mask onto the coffee table. “If we're gonna have sex you have to wear this.” Sam pointed to the table allowing Bucky's eyes to follow his finger down towards the mask.

“No!” Bucky got up with anger, staring at Sam with displeasure. “You're gonna muzzle me for some stupid little bruises?” Sam looked at the elder, face serious.

“If you don't want Steve to find out about us then yes I will muzzle you.” Sam crossed his hands and kept his stance in a dominant pose.

“If you didn't like the biting you could've told me.” Bucky said with a deep snarl, “instead you decided to bring up old demons with this stupid mask.” Bucky slapped his metal hand onto the table and chucked the mask off of the surface.

Sam's stance faltered, he never really considered the implications of this rather odd muzzle Hydra used to put on the poor man.

“Bucky…” Sam tried to approach the assassin, wanting to do nothing more but comfort the distraught assassin.

“No!” Bucky slapped Sam's hand away and pushed the younger man onto the carpeted ground. “I can't believe you Sam.” Bucky heaved out, “I thought you were different from them.” Bucky grimaced as he looked at the black muzzle laying helplessly on the ground.

Sam stayed down, slamming his head on the warm rug as he heard Bucky shuffle above him.

“You're so infuriating.” Bucky huffed while climbing on top of Sam's pliant form. “So stupid.” Bucky added, undoing his pants buckle, “so sexy.” Bucky groaned as he released his hard cock from the confines of his jeans.

Sam stared at the blue eyed man, watching intently as Bucky undressed himself.

“What are you-” Sam wasn't able to finish as he felt Bucky grab his clothed cock and quickly unbuckling his jeans.

“You can at least let me indulge myself after the stunt you tried to pull on me.” Bucky said while pulling down Sam's trousers just enough to release the strained phallus.

“B-Buck!” Sam moaned as he felt Bucky's wet saliva seep from his pretty pink lips, down onto his dick.

“Thank God you fucked me last night, Sammy.” Bucky spoke as he stroked Sam's dick, pulling the flesh to full hardness. “I'm already open and ready for you.” Sam moaned at the dirty words.

“F-fuck.” Sam threw his head back in pleasure from the feeling of Bucky's calloused fingers stroking his hefty meat.

Bucky hummed in response, happy to see his fling be so pliant and receptive of his touch. He grinned from his mischievous thought, bending down towards Sam's pelvis, huffing a tiny breath onto the untouched skin.

“Sammy.” Bucky moaned with a playful tone, licking the skin around Sam's dick, teasing the unmarked area. “I won't bite, I promise.” Bucky sighed and opened his mouth, biting the tight skin and sucking the area.

“B-Buck!” Sam stuttered from the hard nip.

“Mmm.” Bucky moaned around the new bruise, licking the skin as if he was tryinf to apologize for the harsh treatment. “Sorry Sammy.” Bucky turned back around and batted his pretty lashes at Sam, trying his best to act innocent, like he wasn't in control of his body.

“You're unbearable.” Sam huffed while putting his hands to his eyes in annoyance, not wanting to look at Bucky's sultry face.

“You like it.” Bucky said while turning his body back around to straddle Sam's lap. “I know you also like these,” Bucky motioned to the dark bruises littering Sam's neck, “you just don't want to admit it.” Sam chuckled with a husky tone, liking where this is going.

“Maybe I do?” Sam grabbed Bucky by the hips, encouraging the elder man to sit on his dick.

“I know you do.” Bucky said while lifting his hips up and angling his ass to Sam's cock. “But I know you like this better.” Bucky bit his lip as he sat on Sam's fat cock. Moaning as he sat down on the large phallus. His hole was stretching incredibly wide to accommodate Sam's girth.

“S-slow down!” Sam asked frantically, the warmth of pleasure too much for his body to handle.

Bucky shushed the younger and knelt down to nip Sam's neck, licking the sweaty skin as he descended further down Sam's needy dick.

“You taste so good.” Bucky said as he began to suck on Sam's taught neck, leaving tiny purple wilts in his path. “You feel so good too, filling me up nice and full.” Sam moaned as he listened to Bucky talk. Laying completely still for the dominating assassin.

“Oh Bucky!” Sam moaned, shifting as he tried his best to move his own hips. “M-move!” Sam stuttered, bringing his hands back onto Bucky's waist, trying to lift the super soldier.

Bucky stopped Sam's movements by biting down on the nape of his neck, drawing a tiny amount of blood. He hummed as the red liquid seeped into his mouth. Bucky lapped at the new wound, savoring the taste of Sam's warm blood.

“Oh Sam!” Bucky raised back up and bounced his ass on Sam's dick, squeezing his hole as he rode down.

Sam glanced up at Bucky and noticed the red liquid dripping from his mouth. The soldier licked his lips and dived back down to the wound sucking and licking the injured skin.

“B-Bucky!” Sam gapsed at the painful pleasure, cringing as he felt Bucky's wet tongue lick circles on his opened wound.

“Uh!” Bucky continued moving his hips, riding Sam for all he's worth.

“I-I'm so close, Buck!” Sam huffed as the soldier used his cock how he pleased, riding the rod like he owned it.

“Yeah? Gonna cum?” Bucky questioned, smirking as he looked down into those beautiful brown eyes.

Sam nodded frantically, searching desperately for his own release.

“You love this!” Bucky laughed as he bounced harder, angling just right to hit his own sweet spot. “You like being all marked up!” Bucky moaned, pelvis trembling with exhaustion.

Sam was sick of Bucky's excessive talking, deciding to take matters into his own hands, Sam managed to catch the stealthy assassin off guard and flipped him over onto his back. He quickly pinned both of Bucky's hands to the carpet and dove his head down onto Bucky's pale neck, licking and sucking on the unmarked skin.

“S-Sam!” Bucky threw his head back in pleasure, allowing Sam to have more access to his pasty skin.

Sam groaned while he sucking Bucky's neck, ravishing the elders skin, leaving large purple bruises in his wake.

“Mmm!” Bucky cried as Sam marked him.

“Look so pretty like this, Buck.” Sam moaned, thrusting his hips to the rythm of Bucky's whimpers. “All marked up.” Sam huffed with exhaustion, “looking like you belong to me!” He punctuated his last words with a particularly harsh thrust right onto Bucky's prostate.

“Sam!” Bucky screamed while throwing his head back in pleasure, brown hair fanning around the carpet.

“Gonna cum, Buck.” Sam watched Bucky's debauched face scrunch in pleasure. “Where do you want it?” He asked politely, wanting so desperately to come inside Bucky's tight ass.

“I-in me!” Bucky groaned at the harsh thrusts.

“Mmm, yeah you want it inside?” Sam questioned.

“Y-yes!” Bucky cried, stretching his neck to allow Sam to dive back into his marked skin.

Sam moved fast, plunging back down towards Bucky's marred collar, biting roughly on the purple wilts.

“Mmm!” Bucky moaned, tears seeping out of his glossy blue eyes. “C-cumming!” His untouched cock twitched and shot large ropes of white liquid down onto his twitching stomach, leaving a rather sizable puddle on his abs.

Sam groaned at the sight, hips stuttering as he came deep inside of Bucky, painting the muscles white with his seed.

The pair heaved as they tried to catch their breaths. Bucky was trembling from the after shocks of his intense orgasm. Sam was much the same, muscles twitching from overuse.

“How bad is it?” Bucky questioned, metal hand reaching up to grab his tender neck.

Sam glanced at the soldier, examining the damage he's done. He grimaced at the large purple and red bruises littering Bucky skin.

“It looks like you had a crazy fight with a vacuum cleaner.” Sam chuckled.

Bucky huffed with annoyance.

“You look pretty bad yourself, Falcon.”

Sam quirked a brow after hearing the endearing nickname.

“How bad?” He questioned.

Bucky grinned while motioning to the open sore on Sam's nape.

“Like a wolf took a bite out of ya’.” Bucky laughed, blue eyes shinning in the sunlight.

Sam's heart skipped a beat as he watched the assassin smile with affection.

“Bring me to the bathroom I need to clean up.” Bucky demanded, not wanting to walk a couple steps.

“Get there yourself.” Sam huffed, though complying with the elder and picking him up off the ground.

“There's cum dripping out of me I can’t walk!” Bucky retorted with a snicker.

Sam shook his head, though they did bicker a lot, Bucky was starting to grow on him and it's not just because he's his friend's with benefits.

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After so many years Sam has finally gained the trust of Bucky. He's worked hard for it and he could even call the brunette one of his best friends. Though all of those years of hard work came crumbling down when he saw Bucky standing with a team of strangers calling themselves “The New Avengers.”

He was angry, sad, but most of all betrayed. Bucky tried contacting Sam many times to no avail, he got the voicemail almost every time and the times Sam did answer he was treated to the silent treatment.

Though through all of this Sam still worries. He hasn't seen any news about Bucky for the past two weeks, no calls or even texts. Stuff like this has happened before, one example he could think of was after Steve left, he tried talking to Bucky but the stealthy assassin simply ignored his texts. But this was different, they weren't bickering co-workers anymore, they were more than that, they were friends.

“He hasn't been back to the tower in two weeks?” Sam gasped at the revelation. He finally decided to be the bigger man and give John Walker a call, inquiring about Bucky's silence.

“One night I went to bed and the next morning he was gone.” John stated, voice strained as he spoke about their leader's disappearance.

“W-well are you looking for him?” Sam asked frantically.

“Listen we're doing everything we can, but ever since you refused to talk to him he's kinda been off the deep end.” John was frank with Sam, not wanting to lie to Captain America.

“Like what? Killing people?” Sam hesitated as he thought about those Hydra trigger words. Anybody could find those and use it on him easily, even if Wakanda reprogrammed his brain Bucky was never certain if it actually worked and he's told Sam multiple times that he doesn't think the Winter Soldier is truly gone.

“No, just quiet.” John tried to relieve some tension.

“Bucky's always quiet.” Sam retorted.

John huffed from the other end, annoyance evident in his voice.

“Listen, I'm not supposed to tell anyone cause this is classified information.”

Sam perked up, desperately wanting to hear what John had to say.

“Someone broke in the night Bucky went missing, I'm not sure who but we suspect they kidnapped him.” John grimaced as he remembered the broken glass littering Bucky's room.

“Gee, thanks John,” Sam cringed, John could've told him this two weeks ago but he decided to tell him now? “Got any other secrets you wanna tell me?” Sam was fed up. He just wanted to find Bucky and bring him back in one piece.

“N-no, just…I'll send you the video.”

Sam scoffed at the added information.

“A video? John what the fuck?”

“Look, it's classified alright? We don't want the public to know that Bucky was taken by what we could only presume is Hydra.”

Sam gasped, breath heaving as he thought of his friend being kidnapped and brainwashed by those German scum.

“J-just send the video.” Sam's tone sounded defeated, he failed Bucky when he needed him most.

John stayed silent on the other end as he sent the footage to Sam, sighing once it finally went through.

“I-I'll let you know more when I have more updates.” John stuttered, not wanting to be on the call when Sam watched the video.

He was the first to hang up, waiting patiently for this so-called video to be sent. Though before he could get a text from John he got a text from a random number, a file was attached with various numbers underneath. Sam hesitated to open the link, not wanting to get hacked, but his worries got the better of him.

Once he opened the file he was greeted with a crud picture of Bucky tied up and blindfolded while laying helplessly on a metal table. Sam teared up at the gruesome display. Another notification pinged on his phone from the same unknown number.

‘Come alone.’

Sam scanned the text once more and read the random numbers. He pondered for a moment until his mind clicked.

“Longitude and latitude.” Sam snapped his fingers from his revelation. He punched the numbers into his computer. Unsurprisingly the set of numerals led to an old decommissioned Shield base in the deep south that used to house a Hydra facility underneath.

Sam couldn't wait any longer, especially since the cryptic text told him to come alone. He complied and told nobody of his little trip, suiting up in his wing suit and flying off quickly, not wanting to keep Bucky waiting any longer.

The flight took about an hour at top speed, he landed right where the entrance to the Hydra bunker is situated. The door was broken so Sam slipped right in, he decided stealth wasn't his top priority, he assumes whomever texted him for sure knows he's coming.

“Welcome.” Sam shivered as he felt a body walk behind him. He tried to turn around but a firm hand grasped his neck to keep him in place. “It's been awhile, Sam.” the voice spoke in a husky tone.

Sam's heard this voice before, many times.

“S-Steve?” He stuttered in disbelief, Steve left to be with Peggy. Why is he here now?

“Missed ya’ pal.” Steve spoke with familiarity.

“What have you done?” Sam said while grinding his teeth in anger. Bucky is here somewhere and it's because of Steve.

“Awe, Sam.” Steve moved his hand down Sam's neck, caressing the strained muscles, “I haven't done anything…Yet.” Sam huffed with frustration, clearly he was out classed. “Come let's see the star of the show.” Steve led Sam towards the dingy cellar, hand still firmly holding onto Sam's taught flesh.

Sam followed Steve's lead, keeping quiet as he scanned the abandoned Hydra facility. He tried his best to memorize every nook and cranny, thinking of the best route for a hasty escape.

“You see Sam,” Steve cut through the silence, “I lived a long life with Peggy. But there was one thing that was consistent, Hydra. Their policies and dreams are amazing and I wanted to share them with you.” Sam's eyes widened with surprise, what happened back in the forties for him to be acting like this? “I am going to revive Hydra.” Steve gripped Sam's nape with an assertive hold, “and the first thing I must do is revive our fist.” Sam shook in fear when he finally got to Bucky's cellar.

The brunette laid pliant, eyes still covered and body completely bare. His pale skin looked translucent under the offending light.

“Buck!” Sam sprinted towards the cell. He scanned the assassin to see if he was injured in any way. “Bucky! Can you hear me?” Steve chuckled darkly as he watched the pair's heartfelt reunion.

“I drugged him before you got here,” Steve spoke, walking back to the cell and opening the door. “It won't last much longer. He's got a fast metabolism.” Steve pushed Sam into the prison and locked the door. “Bucky is sweet and obedient, but not to me…at least not anymore.” Steve took out his knife and began sharpening it in front of Sam. “I shouldn't have left him here with you. He's grown too soft under your care.” Steve spat on the ground with a disgusted look. “But your gonna fix that disobedience.” Steve started flipping the sharp knife between his fingers.

“What are you talking about?” Sam's patience was running thin, Steve wasn't making any sense.

“He trusts you Sam.” Steve glared at the pliant assassin with a stern look. “You're gonna have to break that dependence.”

Sam shook with fear.

“H-how?”

Steve smirked.

“Rape him.”

Sam turned his head away, face contorting with distress. Bucky was beginning to stir, lashes fluttering under the black fabric.

“S-Steve?” Bucky's voice was strained from his drug induced slumber.

The brunette looked around with confusion, body shaking from the cool air hitting his naked body. Sam turned away from his friend, not wanting to look at his clueless partner all tied up and blinded.

“Where are we, Steve?” Bucky asked with panic. Body heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Sam could tell the poor assassin was having a panic attack, he's seen Bucky do this before, many times in fact.

Steve glanced at Sam, motioning for him to tend to Bucky in any way he could. Sam hesitated as he approached Bucky's bound body, he quickly checked over the pale form, pumps and bruises littered the scarred body.

“B-Buck.” Sam sighed tiredly while coming up to caress the greasy brown locks.

“Sam!” Bucky lips quivered with sadness, glossy tears welled on his waterline. “W-why are you here?” Bucky bit his lower lip, not wanting to release any of his pathetic whimpers in front of Sam.

“I came to save you.” Sam watched Bucky intently. He noted the large vibranium cuffs holding his hands and feet together, trapping the super soldier in place.

Steve cleared his throat, wanting Sam to get on with the objective.

Sam looked at Steve then back at Bucky, the pale body still shook from the cold air.

“Buck, I'm gonna move you.” Sam grabbed Bucky's torso and dragged the bound body off of the table, placing the restrained feet onto the cold ground.

“I-is Steve here?” Bucky asked. He looked around as if he could see through the blindfold.

Sam glanced towards the new Hydra leader, wanting an answer.

Steve shook his head.

“H-he's not.” Sam stuttered.

“W-we need to take him down Sam.” Bucky spoke freely now that he thinks Steve isn't there. “He's gone mad Sam, he's talking about reviving Hydra.” Bucky's body shook when he spoke of his past captors. “Thank God you're here, Sam.” Bucky smiled as he tried to pinpoint where Sam was standing. “Can you take this blindfold off of me?” Sam grimaced as he watched his oblivious friend ramble on.

The last thing he'd do is take off that blindfold, he couldn't possibly stomach looking at those beautiful blue eyes while he defiles partner.

“I'm sorry, Buck.” Sam moved Bucky's body into a more accessible position, bending the assassin down onto the metal table. “Please don't make this harder than it has to be.” Sam began to tear up as he spread Bucky's plump ass cheeks apart, giving him a perfect view of his pretty pink hole.

“S-Sam?” Bucky's voice was laced with confusion, he tried to break away from the familiar touch but his body was still too weak from the drugs. “What are you doing?” He questioned with a light blush, he hasn't been touched like this before.

“I have to do this.” Sam watched in horror as the hole twitched and winked at him in a teasing way. “I-I have no choice, Buck.” Sam allowed a heavy amount of tears to fall from his brown orbs. The tears fell onto Bucky's back, leaving a light sheen on the pale skin.

Bucky was silent as he felt Sam's spit spread onto his unprepared hole, he shuddered at the implications of the younger's actions. He had no choice in this, there's nothing he could possibly do.

“Please, Sam.” Bucky begged with a shaky voice, tears of his own threatening to fall.

“I'm so sorry, Buck.” Sam stroked his own cock to hardness, smearing the poor excuse for lube on his dick to possibly help ease the pain he was about to inflict on his friend.

“Sam…Sammy, please!” Bucky finally allowed his own salty tears to release from his glossy blue orbs, dampening the dark fabric that was tied on his face. “W-we can talk this out!” Bucky stuttered and heaved once he felt the foreign object nudge his tight hole.

Sam grimaced as he pushed his hips forward allowing his hard phallus to breach Bucky's unprepared hole. The muscle gave at the harsh thrusts, opening slowly as the hot dick tore its way in.

“No!” Bucky shouted from pain, limbs shaking from the scorching feeling. “Sammy! Please stop!” Bucky shook his head as he felt bile churn in his gut.

Sam sighed once he finally bottomed out, tip pressing deep into Bucky's ass, opening the hole wider than it's ever been before. He caressed the pale skin, trying anything to reassure the struggling soldier.

“I can't!” Bucky cried, tears falling from his covered eyes, making a small puddle on the table. “D-don't let them take me again Sammy!” Bucky whimpered as Sam moved his hips wanting to get this whole ordeal over with.

Sam bit his lip, saddened that he was even hard in the first place. His eyes were still glossy with unshed tears. Bucky was a whimpering mess under him, bruised hands trembling in fear and shock.

“He's making you do this r-right?” Bucky questioned through teary whales.

Sam's body shivered as he glanced towards the pink hole, the muscle was completely covered in red. Bucky was bleeding from the intense stretch.

“Please Sammy! Please tell me he's making you do this!” Bucky shook his head in disbelief, why wasn't Sam answering him?

Sam glanced behind him, Steve stood with a finger to his mouth, telling Sam to stay quiet. He wouldn't listen to Steve but the super soldier was currently holding a pistol and pointing it towards Bucky's head.

“Talk to me please!” The assassin was having trouble breathing, chest constricting with anxiety.

Sam groaned when he felt Bucky's body tense up, hole squeezing the large cock tightly. He threw his head back in pleasure, lashes fluttering from the horrible situation. He felt sick, how could he be feeling pleasure when he's defiling Bucky's ass.

“Stop.” Bucky sounded defeated. He moved his face and tried to bury it into the steel table. “Sammy p-please.” Bucky shook as a new set of tears fell from his orbs.

Sam continued his brutal thrusts, hips trembling from the pleasure. He was close, incredibly close, but he didn't want to tell Bucky, too scared to even speak while he was doing unthinkable things to the bound soldier.

“No, no, no!” Bucky whimpered as he felt Sam's cock twitch. Bucky knew that feeling, Sam was close and for that he was thankful.

“Mmm!” Sam couldn't hold his noise in any longer, opening his mouth and moaning in distress. His cock was buried so deep inside of Bucky he didn't even know he was shooting his hot seed into the abused hole. “Oh!” Sam's stomach trembled from the pleasure of filling Bucky's hole to the brim.

Bucky cried silently as he allowed Sam to get off using his body. He felt like Steve was making Sam do this, but it didn't make the situation any less painful. Bucky tried to speak to Sam one last time, wanting to know what was truly going on.

“Please Sammy…say something.”

Sam turned back towards Steve and still saw that sleek black gun pointed at Bucky's body.

Steve smirked.

Sam stayed silent.

“I hate you.” Bucky cried quietly, trust completely broken between the two.

Sam stood in silence as he mourned his friendship, Bucky was completely broken and there was nothing Sam could do to fix it.

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It started as something to keep Bucky grounded, a routine of sorts, one that he brought with him from his time with Hydra.

Sam was initially hesitant to help Bucky with his troubles, figuring that Steve would step up. But after seeing Bucky struggle to adapt to his new life, Sam knew he had to help the poor super soldier.

They talked about it a lot before they first tried, Bucky was comfortable with Sam spanking him, he was kind and caring but when he needed to be put in his place, Sam was harsher and hit with a firmer palm.

It was a Friday night and Bucky has been ignoring the younger man all day. Something was eating up at the quiet assassin but he just wouldn't tell Sam.

“Buck.” Sam's voice was stern as he sat in his room waiting for Bucky to respond, the soldier didn't though he simply walked down the hall intending on going to his own space.

Sam huffed with annoyance, he hated when Bucky acted like this, so cold and distant, it reminded him of when he first met the emotionless soldier.

“James.” Sam stood up and used the elders given name, knowing how it makes the soldier feel.

Bucky stopped in his tracks and turned with a questioning look, confused as to why Sam was so fed up with him.

“Get in here.” Sam stood by the bedroom door and motioned for Bucky to step inside.

The soldier complied and followed Sam into the welcoming space, Bucky always preferred his punishments to take place in Sam's room. When he asked Bucky why, the man simply said he liked the smell of the tiny room.

When the pair entered, Sam stayed behind and closed the door, not wanting the other Avengers to hear their little antics. Bucky stood in the corner of the room, body language clearly signaling that he's not comfortable. Sam sat on his bed and patted the space next to him, wanting Bucky to come and sit.

“C'mere.” Sam smiled, face softening as he made eye contact with those pretty blue pools.

Bucky hesitated but ultimately decided to sit next to Sam. The pair stayed quiet, one waiting for the other to speak. Sam grimaced as he pondered what to say, he glanced at Bucky then back at the ground.

“On my lap, Buck.” Sam decided not to sugarcoat the situation, he knew what Bucky needed and he was prepared to give it.

Bucky looked distant as he got back up and shuffled onto Sam's lap, straddling the younger man as he placed his metal hand on the large shoulder.

“Good-boy.” Sam praised the assassin, rubbing his calloused hand on Bucky’s clothed rear.

Bucky shook from the praise, face lighting up as he listened to Sam's husky voice.

“Tell me what's troubling you.” Sam whispered, caressing the plump cheeks in a soothing manner.

Bucky heaved, trying his best to ease his anxiety.

“I-I had a nightmare last night.” Bucky whispered into Sam's ear, not wanting anyone else to hear his deepest fears. “I was back with Hydra and they made me kill you.” Bucky trembled as he spoke, face scrunching in distress.

“It's okay, it's just a dream.” Sam brought his hand to the long brown locks, rubbing the silky strands. “Need me to help you?” Now that Sam knows the situation he doesn't wanna jump into their play too fast.

Bucky nodded enthusiastically, wanting to feel something other than fear.

“Good-boy.” Sam said as he began unbuckling Bucky's belt, helping the elder stand up and pulling down his trousers with haste. Bucky was quick to hop back on Sam's lap straddling the younger with a tender hug. “How many?” Sam questioned, Bucky was already so vulnerable, he didn't want to push the man any further than with what he's comfortable with.

“Ten.” Bucky spoke into Sam's nape.

“Alright.” Sam rubbed his hand on Bucky's bare ass, soothing the strained muscles. “Make sure you count.” Bucky nodded eagerly, knowing their rules by heart.

Sam brought his hand up into the air and slammed down harshly onto the marred skin, turning the pale flesh pink.

“Mm! O-one.” Bucky placed both of his hands on Sam's shoulders, grounding himself to his partner.

Sam bit his lip and glanced down towards Bucky's hips, catching a quick peek at the elders hard cock. He rubbed the pink flesh then smacked the mound once more.

“Two!” Bucky spoke quick, blue eyes glossing over from the painful pleasure.

Sam groaned as he glared at Bucky's debauched face, cheeks completely flushed with pleasure.

“That's it, Buck.” Sam encouraged the soldier. He brought both of his hands to the plump cheeks and kneaded the flesh, releasing the mounds while bringing his hands back into the air and slamming back down onto the skin, causing a sickening sound.

“Mmm!” Bucky moaned into Sam's neck, whimpering as the pain subsided.

“T-three.”

Sam hummed with acknowledgement. In quick succession he smacked Bucky's ass twice, scarring the pinkish cheeks in a deep crimson colour.

“F-four!” Bucky moaned while hugging Sam tighter. “Mmm, five!” Sam chuckled with endearment.

“Look at you, Buck.” Sam said with a soothing tone, rubbing the bruised skin with his calloused fingers. “I haven't even touched your cock and you're still sobbing wet.” Sam landed another slap, cheeks recoiling from the impact.

Bucky whimpered as he nipped on Sam's nape, leaving a hefty bruise on the unmarked skin.

“Oh! S-six!”

Sam smiled with joy, happy to see Bucky springing out of his shell.

“We're almost there.” Sam used his free hand to grab Bucky's locks, pulling the brown hair with a harsh tug. “Keep counting, Buck.” Sam smacked Bucky once more, landing his hand on the same numb spot.

“Seven!” Bucky allowed his tears to fall from his glossy lids.

“Three more, colour?” Sam asked, he hasn't seen Bucky this debauched in a long time.

“Green! So green, please!” Bucky begged not wanting the play to end so soon.

Sam smirked and used his calloused hand to land two more hard slaps onto Bucky's thick ass, a loud whimper resonated throughout the room as Sam's hand came back down.

“Eight! N-nine!” Bucky's body began to tremble with pleasure, cock twitching from each movement.

“Can you come from the last hit, Bucky?” Sam questioned, not having seen Bucky actually cum from from just being spanked.

The brunette whimpered from the erotic words, his body was no doubt willing to cum undone from Sam's firm palm.

“I can! Please, I'll be good!” Bucky begged, face scrunching from the painful sting coming from his abused ass.

“Then cum.” Sam demanded while lifting his arm back into the air and bringing it down harshly onto Bucky's bruised ass.

“Mmm!” Bucky moaned at the harsh feeling, his cock twitched between the two and sprayed long white ropes of cum onto both of their chests. “Ten!” Bucky screamed as he threw his head back in pleasure.

Sam laughed at the desperate display, all that silent treatment just for some stupid nightmare.

“Good-boy, Buck.” Sam praised the brunette as he placed the pliant soldier onto his bed ass up.

Bucky hummed with endearment, allowing Sam to do what he liked with his body.

“Let's get some cream on these bruises.” Sam got up to tend to Bucky, not wanting the poor soldier to be in any more pain than he already was.

“Mmm, thank you, Sammy.” Bucky said while dozing off.

Sam smiled at the sleeping man.

“You're welcome.”