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Kat woke the next morning with her body aching, not from exhaustion, but from the storm raging beneath her skin. The memories were sharper than any nightmare: Bucky’s mouth hot on hers, his hands rough and knowing, the way he’d left her trembling and wanting more.
She showered until the water ran cold, scrubbing at her skin like it could erase the way she’d melted under his touch. But the bruise on her neck, a dark smudge barely hidden by her collar, mocked her every time she glanced in the mirror.
When she stepped into the kitchen, the air shifted instantly. Sam sat at the island, scrolling through his phone, oblivious. But Steve looked up the second she entered, his blue eyes landing on the mark peeking out from under her collar. His gaze darkened, just slightly, just enough.
Bucky leaned against the counter, coffee mug in hand, smirk firmly in place. He looked relaxed, but his eyes flicked down her body like he was still mapping every inch.
“Morning, princess,” Bucky drawled, voice low and edged with amusement.
“Watch it,” Steve said, his voice a quiet, lethal calm that made Sam’s head jerk up.
Kat froze between them, feeling the weight of their eyes like a vice. She mumbled a greeting, grabbing a protein shake from the fridge. But as she turned, Bucky’s words drifted after her like smoke.
“Rough night?” he asked softly, too softly. Only she and Steve heard.
Steve’s fingers clenched around his mug, the ceramic creaking. “Careful, Buck.”
Kat didn’t wait for more. She fled to the gym, trying to lose herself in the rhythmic pounding of her feet against the treadmill. The sweat on her skin felt like penance, but it couldn’t drown out the heat simmering low in her belly.
Steve followed not long after. She felt his presence before she saw him, the way the air seemed to tense when he entered. He stood beside the treadmill, eyes sharp as ice.
“Cut it,” he said simply.
Kat slowed to a stop, breath ragged, chest heaving. Before she could step off, he caught her wrist, firm but not painful, and held her still.
“What’s going on with you and Bucky?” His voice was soft, almost gentle, but there was something dark coiled beneath it.
Kat tried to pull back, but his hand tightened, thumb brushing over her pulse. “Nothing,” she lied, her voice small, unconvincing.
Steve’s eyes narrowed. He stepped in closer, crowding her, his other hand coming up to cradle her jaw. His touch was careful, too careful, as if he was holding something fragile he might break. His thumb traced her lower lip, feather-light, but his eyes burned.
“I don’t think you understand what he is,” Steve murmured, voice low, eyes flicking to her mouth. “I just want you to be careful.”
Her breath caught. His face was so close she could taste his words, feel the heat rolling off him like a storm. For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to just the two of them.
His lips hovered over hers, so close she could almost feel the phantom press, but then Sam’s cheerful voice echoed through the gym doors.
“Hey, you two done flirting yet?” Sam called, blissfully unaware.
Steve’s mask slammed back into place. He stepped away so quickly it felt like a slap. Kat stumbled back, the loss of his heat leaving her cold.
The day crawled by with unbearable tension. Sam left on errands, Nat was off with Clint, Tony hadn’t returned, and Steve had gone to a late meeting with Fury, leaving her alone in the apartment with Bucky.
She tried to lose herself in a book, but the sound of the door creaking open made her heart jump, rising from her bed nervously as her eyes met stormy blue.
Bucky stepped in, shutting it behind him with a quiet finality that made her stomach drop. He looked casual, jeans, henley, but his eyes were anything but.
“You looked so pretty last night,” he said, voice low as he prowled closer. “All I can think about was how you tasted.”
Kat’s breath hitched. She backed up a step, but he only smiled, like a wolf savoring the chase.
“This is wrong…” she whispered.
“Then tell me to stop.” He stood inches away now, eyes locked on hers, daring her to push him away. She didn’t. Couldn’t.
He crowded her against the wall, hands braced on either side of her head, caging her in. His mouth crashed onto hers, fierce and consuming. Her mind blanked, senses reduced to heat and taste and the soft growl in his throat. His hands roamed, one warm and rough on her waist, the other cold and unyielding as it slid up to her throat, not squeezing but resting there with a promise.
A noise in the hall snapped them apart, footsteps, low voices. Steve was home.
Bucky pulled back, breathing hard, but his eyes gleamed with dark amusement. “Later, princess.” He left her room with a smirk, the door open to the hallway
Steve’s voice cut the quiet like a blade. “Stay away from her.”
Bucky didn’t even flinch. He looked at Steve slowly, smirk still in place. “Or what? You gonna fight me?”
The hallway was too narrow for the rage simmering between them. Steve stepped forward, dark gaze trained on Bucky, his expression carved from ice. His voice was low, soft, but it carried the weight of a bomb.
“Don’t. Test me.”
Kat peeked her head through the still open bedroom door, heart hammering. The air felt like it might combust, the silence between them sharp enough to draw blood.
Bucky’s eyes flicked to her, then back to Steve. “You think you can protect her from herself?”
Steve’s jaw flexed, his hand shooting out to grab Bucky by the shirt, slamming him into the wall. The impact rattled the pictures in the hallway, the sound loud in the tense silence.
“You don’t get to touch her,” Steve hissed, voice silky and deadly quiet.
“Looks like I already did,” Bucky shot back, voice just as soft, just as lethal.
Kat’s eyes filled with tears. “Stop!” she choked out, her voice cutting through the storm.
Both men froze. She shook her head violently and bolted for her room, the door slamming shut behind her like a gunshot.
She collapsed on her bed, sobbing. The memories twisted inside her, Hydra’s cold hands, Bucky’s burning kiss, Steve’s hungry eyes. Everything felt tangled, broken, unstoppable.
Her fingers found the knife under her pillow, cold steel grounding her even as her mind fractured.
She whispered to herself, voice shaking, tears hot on her cheeks. “I can’t do this…”
On the other side of the door, the super soldiers stood in silence, chests heaving, eyes locked.
Steve spoke first, voice low, calm, but edged like a blade. “Stay away from her.”
Bucky’s answering smile was slow, feral. “Not a chance.”
The game was no longer hidden. And Kat was the prize.
Summary: Steve keeps telling people he's going to rail them but doesn't know what it means. Bucky gets jealous and shows him.
A/N: Based on this post! I did not proofread this, I haven't proofread anything since my first semester of college. This also sat here for a while so if there seems to be a disconnect between what I wrote days ago versus just now, I apologize! This isn't very good but I wanted to put that post into reality lmfao | crossposted on mox-writes for notification purposes
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The Avengers sat around Tony’s large living room plotting a mission to take the Tesseract from Loki. It was one of the million times Loki had stolen it from them and this was becoming routine.
“Look, all we need is Steve, Bucky, and Nat to go take care of this. The rest of us can take care of other things, we don’t all need to go every single time,” Hawkeye stood up with an annoyed sigh, just wanting to get back to his family.
“He’s right, you three go and we’ll put our minds to better use here.” Tony agreed, turning away and heading toward the stairs to his office. The group just grumbled, exhausted, and irritated about the constant meetings to discuss Loki, a consistent problem they never seemed to fix.
“Maybe we should just send Buck and Nat, Cap is getting pretty old.” Sam Wilson laughed.
“Ha, ha. Keep making jokes and I’ll rail you, Bucky is just as old as I am.” Steve responded. The group paused, stopped dead in their tracks at the words that left Steve’s lips. Everyone kept looking back and forth between each other and asking ‘what the fuck did he just say?’ with only their facial expressions. Natasha smirked, realizing that Steve didn’t understand what he said.
“Whoa now, let’s just focus on the mission.” Sam took a step back rubbing the back of his neck as his face became flushed.
“Awkward…” Hawkeye cringed, leaving the room.
~Mission~
Steve, Bucky, and Natasha entered the large estate where Loki was hiding out, well, he wasn’t really hiding. It was more of a camouflage as he was throwing a lavish party, something that he could blend into if he ran into trouble. Bucky’s large arm wrapped around Nat’s waist as they maneuvered through the crowd, trying to blend in. Her dress dipped low in the front and back and swayed at her knees as they walked. Steve was adorned in a blue pinstriped suit, his muscles barely being contained in the fabric.
“I got eyes on Loki,” Nat’s voice came through their earpieces. Loki waltzed up the curved staircase away from the party.
“I’ll go find the tesseract, you two boys follow Loki.” Nat departed from Bucky’s side and disappeared into the crowd. Bucky and Steve reached the bottom of the staircase together and followed Loki up. The two of them sneaked through the halls, listening for him behind closed doors until they heard shuffling around. Steve counted down for Bucky to bust open the door. His foot made contact and ripped the door off its hinges as they barreled through. Two women laid one on top of the other in a large bed, dresses half off and hair a mess. Bucky and Steve got wide-eyed and froze up as the women screamed at the top of their lungs.
“Fuck,” was all Bucky could manage to say, quickly averting his eyes and shuffling out of the room.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry...sorry...sorry” Steve grabbed the door from the floor and placed it over the gaping doorway. His face was burning red and Bucky began to laugh, patting a hand on Steve’s shoulder before moving on to the next door.
The pair finally found Loki standing in a large dark room. His black suit jacket was neatly placed over a chair, and his sleeves properly rolled up to his elbows. Loki’s back was to the door as he looked out a large panel window at the night sky. The room was lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, completely full except for a few spots where books had been pulled. Steve and Bucky entered the room quietly, hoping to sneak up behind Loki, but as soon as they reached the desk that stood between Loki and the door, the double doors slammed shut. They whipped around to see Loki, in his black and green robes and gold horns, standing at the door with a smirk.
“You’d think you would know by now,” Loki’s accent was thick and smooth as he taunted the two super soldiers. They turned around to look at the Loki standing at the window but he disappeared in a smoke before their eyes. Bucky ran to Loki and began throwing punches while Steve threw his shield at him. Loki fought them off and flung them around the room with the magic of his scepter. After a while, Loki had Bucky on the floor trying to recuperate, and Steve pressed against the bookshelves, bleeding from his eyebrow. Loki smirked at him as he dug his scepter into Steve’s throat. Bucky stood up and ran toward them, but Loki shot his arm back and pushed him away with magic. The super soldier crashed into the shelves and books fell on him.
“Now I’m really going to rail you,” Steve spat at Loki, whose eyes got wide with an excited surprise.
“Now, now, aren’t you a dirty little boy.” Steve looked at him confused and pushed him off, getting the upper hand and pinning Loki to the floor.
“I do prefer you buy me dinner first, but I see we’re skipping that stage.” Loki chuckled, amused by the way he was defeated. Bucky got up from the floor, disgruntled and hurt. Not only physically, but he was hurt by Steve. He didn’t understand why he wanted to rail everyone but him, especially Loki. He could understand Sam, they were best friends, and awfully close. But why did Steve want to have sex with Loki? Over him? It didn’t make sense, especially at this moment. Maybe Steve had a domination kink that Bucky didn’t know about, that’s why he was hard for the evildoer right now. Bucky shook away his thoughts, grabbing Loki by the arm and leading him out of the room with Steve on his other side.
Back at the Avengers base, Loki was locked up and the tesseract was safely hidden away. Bucky knocked on Steve’s door ready to confront him about his feelings. It was late, everyone was in bed by now but Bucky knew Steve would be awake. The two of them often stayed up later than others, sometimes hanging out, sometimes just from trauma. Bucky played with the hem of his dark t-shirt, nervous about his best friend’s reaction to the topic but he had to talk about it. He had to understand why Steve didn’t feel the same way about him.
Steve opened the door, his bare chest glistening from the shower he had just taken. The only thing on his body was a pair of gray sweatpants that caused a very large sight to see. Bucky’s eyes flashed down and back up to meet Steve’s chiseled face with blushed cheeks.
“Hey Buck, what’s up?” Steve motioned for him to come inside the room. Bucky hung his head, walking toward the window. He didn’t know what to say, how to say it, he didn’t give himself time to practice beforehand. He was just flustered and frantic.
“I just, I just wanted to know why you want to rail everyone? Even Loki?” Bucky sighed. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed as he stepped closer to him.
“What do you mean?” Steve was confused. He had no idea what the words he said even meant.
“Like, why do you want to fuck everyone but me? I don’t understand, did I do something wrong?” Bucky confessed, looking at the other man now. Steve’s eyes got wide, his mind a jumbled mess.
“What do you mean, ‘fuck’? Why would you think that?”
“Do you know what railing means, Steve?” Bucky was confused, he didn’t think of the possibility that Steve didn’t understand the meaning behind what he said.
“I...I figured it meant something about fighting like I’m going to kick your ass so hard you’d feel like you got hit by a train...given your history with trains, I never said it to you. I figured it was a touchy subject.” Steve admitted. His hand ran through his damp blond hair. Bucky stared at him in disbelief.
“So you don’t want to fuck Sam and Loki?”
“What?! No!” Steve exclaimed, taken aback. Bucky couldn’t help himself, he let out a few huffs in shock before laughing. He leaned against the window holding his stomach, laughing at the innocence of the man in front of him.
“Oh Stevie, let me show you what railing actually means.” Bucky stood up straight, looking at Steve who stood there with pink cheeks. Bucky walked over to him and placed his flesh hand on his cheek, staring into his eyes for a moment before taking a chance. He pressed his lips against Steve’s and melted into him. Steve grasped Bucky’s back and pulled him closer, allowing Bucky’s tongue to enter his mouth in a frenzy. The two panted, sweat building on their foreheads as they kissed and roamed each other’s bodies. It was long overdue, their feelings being pushed away for so long in fear of ruining their friendship. Neither one of them knew how much they wanted each other, especially since they had only ever seen the other pursue women. Bucky’s hand traveled down to Steve’s waistline, he gripped the bulge in his pants and stroked it. Steve let out a soft moan as goosebumps rose across his body. He pushed himself further against Bucky, desperately wanting more of him. Bucky pulled away and looked Steve in the eyes, his blue eyes yearned for him, he could see all the desperation and want in them and knew this was it. This was the moment he’d been waiting for, where he finally got to fuck Steve.
“Lay down,” Bucky commanded. Steve blushed and did as told. For being a 6’2, 240-pound super-soldier, he wasn’t very dominant. Steve actually preferred when people took over. Bucky looked over his body lying there waiting, eager to feel Bucky on top of him, inside of him. He stripped down until he was naked, his erect member springing out of his boxers and made Steve audibly gasp. Bucky chuckled and leaned forward, pulling Steve’s sweatpants off revealing him, just as hard.
Bucky pulled Steve to the edge of the bed until his feet were on the floor, then knelt down and kissed his large thighs. Steve closed his eyes and moaned, the wet kisses filling his body with lust and sending chills down his spine. Bucky tugged at his skin with his teeth, teasing and licking every inch of him. He was beautiful. Such a gorgeous sight before his eyes--Steve lying there fully exposed and waiting for him, soft under his touch and hard in anticipation.
Bucky sucked on two fingers and pushed Steve’s legs up in the air. He swirled one of the fingers at his entrance as he twitched.
“Ready for me?” Bucky hummed. Steve let out a soft whimper of a “yes” and Bucky gently pushed his finger inside. Steve gripped the sheets and moaned softly. Bucky placed his mouth back to his thighs and looked up at him with a smile. He kissed and sucked on his skin as his finger pumped and stretched inside of him. When he felt he was loose enough, Bucky inserted his second finger, causing Steve to moan even louder. His hands found their way to Bucky’s hair and he held on, soft thick hair between his fingers.
Bucky curled his fingers around, making sure Steve could take the girth of his cock. He took his fingers out and grasped his balls, rubbing them as his tongue found its way to his cock. Bucky licked up his balls, up to his shaft, until he reached Steve’s tip.
“Fuck, Buck…” Steve moaned, closing his eyes again. Bucky smiled and took his member into his mouth with a slurp. He coated his cock with the warmth of his mouth and sucked the life out of him. Bucky picked up speed when he felt the twitch of Steve’s cock. It was large and filled his mouth, gagging him a few times when he took it too deeply. He loved the feeling of him, the veiny shaft on his tongue, the sweet taste of precum filling his throat. Steve’s groans got louder and more frequent; it wouldn’t be long before he came, something Bucky so desperately wanted, but not yet.
Bucky pulled away and climbed onto the bed. Steve’s pants slowed down as he pouted at the man hovering over him. Bucky smiled, licking his lips before crashing them to Steve’s.
“Soon enough, Stevie, soon enough.” Bucky breathed lowly in his ear, bringing his lips down his neck and jawline. Steve’s hands laid on Bucky’s broad shoulders as he positioned himself at his entrance again. Bucky pressed his tip against him and waited for Steve’s okay. Once he got it, he pushed into him halfway, letting Steve adjust. Steve moaned and clawed Bucky’s shoulders, the pain subsiding quickly thanks to the super-soldier serum. Bucky kissed Steve again, tongues wrestling as he pushed all the way in with a gasp from Steve.
Bucky thrust gently, sliding his long cock almost all the way out then all the way back in until his balls slapped Steve’s.
“Is that okay?” Bucky asked, his blue eyes full of warmth, not wanting to do anything Steve didn’t want.
“Yes, Buck, it feels good,” Steve whined, wanting more of him. Bucky smiled then sped up his thrusts. He slammed down hard and Steve cried out in pleasure, spewing profanities, and grasped at the body on top of him for some control. Bucky sat up, taking one of Steve’s legs up in the air and holding it, widening his access and fiercely pounding into him.
“Fuck Bucky,” Steve groaned, pushing himself into Bucky with each thrust.
“You feel so good, Steve, god I’ve wanted this for so long.” Bucky moaned, the feeling of Steve clenched around him was too much to bear. He couldn’t hold on much longer. His vibranium hand found Steve’s cock and started stroking it, tugging and pulling until precum drizzled out, coating his fingers and Steve’s lower abdomen. His cock twitched and Bucky sped up.
“Fuck, I want you to cum for me, Steve,” Bucky was breathless. Steve brought his face down to his, causing Bucky to drop his leg but never lost pace. Steve kissed him sloppily, moaning into his mouth as he let go. He orgasmed and shot cum between their stomachs. Bucky cried out at the feeling, unable to contain his own orgasm and he filled Steve with his warm load.
Both of them lay there, a panting, steamy mess, trying to contain their breathing. Bucky turned his head to look at Steve who met his gaze.
Early morning kiss: a kiss that’s a wake-up call, it’s barely even lips touching, more like they’re kissing their chin because they’re so tired in the early morning haze.
1943
Bucky was not a morning person and Steve was even less. They had to set their alarm considering that, on average, it took them about an hour to actually get out of bed.
Like every other morning, the alarm set off precisely at 6 am. Way too early if you asked either one of them. But it was necessary if they wanted to get to their jobs by 9.
Bucky hit the clock with whichever arm was closer to the bedside table and loudly growled, kicking Steve’s calf from under the blanket. Steve turned to the other side, burying his face in the big soft pillow.
“Steeeve” Bucky moaned, poking the smaller man on his shoulder with his fingers.
Steve growled in response, rolling over to Bucky, snuggling against his chest, putting his face into his neck, letting Bucky tangle their legs together.
As Bucky put his hand in Steve’s hair, stroking them gently, he heard little snorting noises coming from the blond man. Bucky smiled, kissing the top of Steve’s head and closing his eyes as well.
Bucky woke up again about a half-hour later, jolting on the bed. He shook Steve’s shoulder.
“Steve, baby, wake up”
Steve moaned, buried in Bucky’s soft pecs. Bucky laughed at the cute, sleepy sound that came out of Steve’s mouth.
Bucky caressed Steve’s neck.
“C’mon sugar, we’re gonna be late”
Steve mumbled a soft ‘I don’t care’ and shifted on the bed. He slowly opened his eyes. The light was bothering him and everything was blurry. He brushed his eyes with his fist, pouting, and Bucky giggled, admiring the cute scene.
Steve tilted up his head with his eyes shut close and blindly started looking for Bucky’s mouth, helping himself with his small hand. He stretched to reach Bucky’s face to deliver his good morning kiss. Bucky tilted his head now, enough for Steve to reach but not enough to find Bucky’s mouth. But he was too lazy to open his eyes and properly kiss his boyfriend good morning. The further he could reach was Bucky’s chin, but that would have to do for now.
Bucky chuckled, feeling Steve’s wet lips on his chin. He slid from under Steve’s body, picking him up bridal style and walking to the shower, throwing their clothes on the floor and opening the cold water over Steve. He pushed him to the wall, looking down at his still sleepy face.
“You awake yet?”
Steve nodded, brushing the water from his face.
“Then give me a proper kiss, doll”
Steve stood on his tiptoes, bringing Bucky closer to him with a hand behind his neck and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
2016
There were not many things Bucky remembered of his past, but he knew for a fact that he didn’t like waking up early.
It was the first time he and Steve slept on the same bed since the war. It felt strange and good. Bucky finally managed to sleep through the night, feeling Steve’s warmth next to him.
The alarm set off on Bucky’s nightstand. Bucky held his arm out to stop the annoying sound. His muscle memory told him to hit it on the top. He did, smashing the clock. At least the annoying sound stopped.
Steve growled turning to the other side and Bucky shifted on the bed, spooning him from behind.
Steve put his hand over Bucky’s, intertwining their fingers and smiling softly.
“Good morning” he whispered.
Bucky moaned in Steve’s neck.
“You’re so big now, sugar”
Steve lightly giggled, holding Bucky’s arm closer to him.
Bucky kissed Steve’s neck before Steve turned in his arms, snuggling against Bucky’s chest. He stretched out his neck to kiss his boyfriend and Bucky chuckled when Steve placed a lazy, sleepy kiss on his jaw.
“80 years later and you still can’t find my lips first thing in the morning”
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