#sub!zemo

“Has it been a long day, darling?” you ask him, cradling his head to you as you felt the heat from his body radiate yours. He simply nodded against your shoulder, letting out a little sigh. Both you and Zemo had your bad days, especially when you two have to go on separate missions. You know Zemo was never particularly happy going on missions, though he enjoyed the company of Bucky and Sam. It was never something he saw himself doing in the future.

He was grateful, of course, to no longer be in prison, so he could be with you, but he could acknowledge that some days were tough.

You held him gently, nothing else needing to be said. You just cradled him as he relaxed into your comforting embrace. Slowly his right hand trailed from your waist further up, holding onto your back, pressing down on your shoulder blades. He rubbed a few comforting circles on your back. Then he moved both his hands again, slowly tugging at your t-shirt.

“Can I?” he asks, barely in a whisper.

“Go ahead darling,”

His hands moved down to the hem of your shirt, slowly trailing it upwards. You raised your arms to help him lift the t-shirt over you, just leaving you in your white lace bra. Zemo leaned down, placing a few deep kisses on your exposed breasts, sucking a hickie into the tender flesh. His warm hands speak back around your back and slowly unclasped your bra, letting it fall down.

He sighed happily, moving his lips lower till they barely ghosted over your nipple. You grasped his hand and pulled him into the bedroom, knowing he wouldn’t let go for likely the night. You guided him to the bed, both of you laying down with Zemo propped up next to you. His cold lips found their way back to your breasts again. He wrapped his lips around your left one, closing his eyes in bliss as he sucked.

You let out a brief murmur of pleasure as your hand found its way back to his soft hair again, brushing your fingers through them as he continued to suck. His mouth worked wonders on you, and occasionally he would lick at you as well, but mainly, he just sucked happily. He stayed with that nipple for around ten minutes, till it was rock hard from all the stimulation of Zemo sucking. He then moved onto the other side, kissing around the nipple before taking it in his mouth again.

He looked so peaceful as he sucked on you, all the lines of worry on his face disappearing from him. He looked younger. You felt so thankful to find someone like Zemo, who on the outside seemed so independent and dominant, but secretly was a big softie, enjoying being putty in your hands, sucking on your breasts like a newborn baby. You placed a kiss on his forehead, watching his lovely warm eyes open to look up at you with bliss as he continued to suck.

You two stayed like that, Zemo occasionally switching positions when he needs to till slowly he felt so comfortable and relaxed that he split into a blissful sleep.

Helmut called Mary his little star, but she thought he was the one more deserving of the nickname. The freckles, moles, and scars dotting his skin were like stars, and they made constellations. Mary trailed her fingers along them in the flickering candlelight. Helmut’s skin twitched, responsive to her touch, and relaxed as she continued. As her touch wandered to his side, tracing the prominent scar there, Helmut rolled onto his back.

His dark eyes watched her face as she ran her fingers over him. Mary smiled with a determined look in her eye that excited him. Any time she took the initiative in touching or admiring him, Helmut indulged her. Slowly and mischievously, her hands moved down his torso. Her fingertips were soft over his marks and scars, respecting the pain behind each one, but she tugged on his scruffy patches of hair.

As Helmut parted his lips to tease her, Mary pressed her lips to his neck. She hooked her leg over his side and settled herself on top of him without ceasing her kiss. Mary stuck to him like a barnacle to the side of the ship. Helmut squeezed her waist and pulled her impossibly closer. He ground against her, and she reciprocated in kind. 

“There,” Mary gently brushed the back of her fingers over her handiwork. Already, his skin was mottled. “A good beginning.” 

“Beginning?” Helmut adoringly ran his hands up and down her back. He loved to feel every inch of his wife. “What are you planning, Sternchen?”

Mary smirked, “Wait and see. You must trust me.” She brushed an errant curl of his aside, only for it to fall across his forehead again. Mary loved that curl.

“I trust you. That’s the problem.” Helmut chuckled and rested his hands on her hips.

Mary moved back and resettled herself over him. She kissed down his chest and stomach, nipping every so often to surprise him. Helmut showed his appreciation and amusement in hums and grunts. Mary felt his enthusiasm over his loose linen sleep pants, and Helmut writhed under her touch. He willed her to do more. She pulled on the laces and the waistline, so he raised his hips to help her. 

“Eager, aren’t you?” Three little words Helmut frequently said to her, and Mary relished turning the tide on him. She enjoyed how readily Helmut surrendered to her. He trusted her completely as she trusted him.

“For you, my little star? Always.” Helmut propped himself up on his elbows to kiss her. She shocked him by biting his lip as she pulled away, drawing Helmut ever closer.

Mary knew her experience was limited by her upbringing, so she mimicked Helmut when she took the helm. Light, trailing touches, and teasing kisses. She brushed her fingers past his twitching cock and pressed her lips to the strong muscle of his thigh. His leg flexed and relaxed as Mary wrapped her fingers around his leg. Helmut wriggled and whimpered, and Mary had yet to touch his leaking cock. He thought he might die when she finally did.

“Better.” Helmut noticed how red and plumped her lips were when she spoke. He wanted to kiss her and feel them against his own. “I do believe the color suits you well.”

He gazed at her through fluttered eyelashes. Mary kept her hand on his thigh, tantalizingly close to his cock. “Is that your intention then? To leave your mark on me?” 

“Would you mind terribly?” She arched an eyebrow. “Are you afraid the one on your neck will expose you to your crew?”

“No.” Helmut confidently let the sound roll off his tongue. “I am not ashamed for them to see that I am yours, and you are mine.” Helmut was proud to have Mary at his side, and he wanted her to know. Too many people in her life did not value her as they should have, and Helmut was not one of them. 

Mary blushed and took him in her hand. He unabashedly groaned when Mary touched him, and he resisted the urge to throw his head back against the pillow. Helmut wanted to watch her as she licked a stripe on the underside of his cock, and he shivered when she twisted her tongue over his slit. Mary spat in hand, and she spread her saliva and his slick pre-come along his shaft. Helmut bucked to follow the movement of her hand.

“Aren’t you sweet, my seductive little siren?” He gasped when she cupped his balls. “You always know how to surprise me.” 

Mary’s cheeks flushed a deeper crimson at his praise. Emboldened, she took him into her mouth. Still a novice, Mary did not try to fit all of Helmut. He never pressured her to do so, knowing it was an acquired skill, and he encouraged her to take her time. Mary wrapped her hand around what she couldn’t fit.  

Helmut twisted her hair around his fingers, and he gently guided her with his hand. In Mary’s new position, Helmut could move, thrusting into her mouth and hand. He muttered quick and passionate pleas in English and his native tongue, too spellbound by Mary’s tongue to think straight. 

Mary felt him twitch hard in her mouth. Tears pricked at her eyes, and saliva dribbled down her chin, but she persisted. Helmut’s fingers tightened in her hair, a warning before he found his words, and Mary noised her consent. He chanted Mary’s name like a sinner praying for repentance as he came, hitching himself further in her mouth. 

Helmut’s warm, dark eyes glazed over in reverence when he watched her swallow. Mary smiled with pride, and some of Helmut’s spend dripped from her lips. She licked it away with her little pink tongue like a cat that got the cream. Helmut pulled her in for another kiss, and he tasted himself on her lips. 

He pressed his forehead to hers as his breathing settled. Helmut’s heart beat rapidly in his chest, and Mary rested her hand over it. “You’ve certainly left your mark on me,” he quipped as he fixed his pants. 

“That was my plan all along.” Mary lay down beside him, but she kept her hand over his heart. Feeling the steady, familiar beat calmed her more than a lullaby. 

Helmut pressed another kiss to her temple and brushed aside her hair. “I suppose I ought to wear a low-collared shirt so everyone can see your mark.” He knew it would be a dark purple by morning, his favorite color. 

“Of course,” Mary giggled, “so long as the other stays hidden.” She entwined her leg with his, her usual sleeping position. 

“They don’t need to see all of me to know I belong utterly to you.” Helmut grew comfortable alongside her. He would reciprocate in the morning, waking her with ardent kisses and caresses. Perhaps he would leave an identical mark on her neck.  

“No,” she agreed, “they only need to know that x marks the spot.” 

“Come on, baby, you can ask nicely,” you prompted.  “Use your words like a big boy.”

He winced slightly, hands tightening at his sides where he was dutifully keeping them off of you like he was told.  

“Mommy, мамина, please,” he whimpered, “I need to suck your tits, please, молим, please...”

You pouted your lip in a show of sympathy as he squirmed beneath you, getting so needy that you expected him to break at any moment.  When you saw the smallest tear form at the corner of his eye, you knew it was finally time to go a bit softer on him.  “Oh, look at you,” you sighed, “my little crybaby, huh?”

He nodded shamefully.

“You need mommy’s tits that bad?”

Another nod, and a sniffle that made your heart clench.

“Okay, дечачић,” you nodded, finally unbuttoning your shirt as he stared up at you eagerly, “just because you’ve been so good...”

“Th-thank you, mommy,” he breathed, “m’your good boy, always.”

You grinned slightly when he pounced forward the second your shirt was open, kissing around your chest before latching onto a nipple, clutching your back as he sucked almost a bit too hard.  “Fuck, slow down, baby,” you hissed.

“Sorry,” he mumbled against your skin, quickly getting back to it with a bit more tenderness this time.  He closed his eyes tight, swirling his tongue around the bud as it hardened, and you felt your own need crawling up your spine.

Your fingers combed through his hair as he moved to the other nipple, laving it with wide licks from his tongue before wrapping his lips around it.  “Good boy,” you whispered, feeling him moan slightly against your skin at the praise.

Reaching down between your legs to where his erection had begun to tent his trousers, he moaned again when you rubbed him through the fabric.  It would’ve been more dominating to tease him this way, too, but you weren’t really in the mood for it anymore when his mouth on you felt this good.  So, instead, you freed his cock from the clothes and let your skirt roll up, pulling your panties aside so you could let his swollen head rub over your folds.

“Fuck,” he whispered as his mouth fell slack, and you gave him a quick slap on the cheek.  

“Watch your language,” you corrected him sternly, and he whined but nodded.

You lined him up with your entrance, taking your sweet time to sink down onto him and watching the way his face twisted and relishing his hot breath on your skin.  

When your hips met his and he was fully inside you, you both moaned.

“Keep sucking, baby, I’ll tell you when you’re done,” you reminded him quickly.

“Yes, mommy,” he nodded, grabbing your breasts in his hands while he returned to his task of suckling at them gently.  You sighed as you started to rock your hips, eyes falling shut as you reveled in how lovely it felt to ride your precious babyboy.  He was probably having a great time now, getting everything he could ever ask for from you, but he was in for a rude awakening when he found out you weren’t going to let him come any time soon...

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The sound of the keys on a laptop ring out as you and Zemo lay down beside each other on the bed, your eyes solely resting upon the laptop before you. Hitting enter, you moved your hand slightly to hover the mouse over the link to the online shop.

“You can back out anytime you want to Helmut,” you tell him, finally switching your gaze to his. He bit the edge of his lip in consideration before looking over to shaking his head. “No my darling, I meant it when I said it then, and I mean it when I say it now. I want to try this.”

“Are you okay with it?” he then asks, panicking for a second thinking you were having second thoughts but from the smirk upon your lips at his question, he relaxed again.

“Absolutely” you murmur, leaning in to brush your lips upon his lips, pulling his bottom lip as you pushed into him more fiercely. You felt his groan vibrate against your mouth and his hand instantly reaching up to tangle into your hair, clutching it tightly to hold you closer to him. If you hadn’t reached your hand up to subsequently push yourself away, you had no doubt that your afternoon would have gone a different way, but you were eager to do this online shopping with Zemo. Reaching back over to the laptop you press a button and start to load up the website.

After searching through it you finally found the right page and started loading up the strap on’s. Both of your eyes widened as you took in all of the options that were before you, the pages loading seemed ever-increasing

“How about that one?” you ask, moving to hover the mouse over one of the recommended beginner ones. But Zemo shook his head.

“Too small”

“Well that’s because it’s a beginner Helmut, and you are a beginner to this sort of thing”

“It’s still too small, I want the full experience”

You roll your eyes at Zemo’s stubbornness and continue to scroll down the page.

“This one?” you ask pointing out another one and Zemo tilted his head in consideration for a moment then shook his head. “I don’t like the colour”

“I don’t think the colour really matters Helmut, it’s not like you’ll be seeing much of it”

“I want a nice colour, not neon green”

This exchange happened for a few more minutes with you pointing out potential strap on’s for him to try and Zemo finding reasons as to why he didn’t like them. You were on the verge of giving up believing you wouldn’t find one Zemo would be completely satisfied with, he was too much of a perfectionist but then Zemo’s hand landed on your arm stilling you from scrolling further, and with his other hand he pointed to one particular strap on, on the screen.

“That one” he demanded.

It was of average size, not as small as the first one you had pointed out but not the largest one you had seen on the website either. But the thing that stuck out the most and made you want to laugh because of course, of the ones Zemo would go for, it would be that, was the fact that it was purple.

The wait for it was excruciating. Both you and Zemo were anxious to try it out and every day it had you two running to see if there would be a parcel to arrive but alas no luck. Zemo would grumble about how he was a Baron and these things should be arriving quickly, you would check him in on his privilege.

It was around three weeks later when the package would finally arrive and it just so happened to be one of the days when Zemo was out on a mission. Excited you rushed to the bedroom to try it on imagining just how tonight would go. Tying it on, it made you feel a sense of empowerment, feeling a dynamic shift within yourself as a smile broke out on your face and glee seeing the strap on before you. You imagined this feeling of pride and power was what Zemo often felt standing before you when you two usually made love but now you were already beginning to feel addicted to this and you couldn’t wait to see Zemo before you on the bed tonight.

You had to put it away though, carefully putting it back into a draw and then you searched through the room for the lube you frequently used and placed it beside it and shut the drawer.

It was late in the evening where you lounged out upon the sofa in your living room, watching some nature documentary when you heard the keys jingle within the door and Zemo walked through. As usual, Zemo wore his working clothes, tight black trousers, purple turtle neck which over the top he wore a long dark coat with fur collar, upon his hands were leather gloves with a smear of blood, evidence as to what his mission involved.

“Good evening my Baroness” he purrs as his eyes latch onto yours and he makes a move to walk over to you, sitting down beside you to place his hands upon your thigh, rubbing your leg tenderly.

You lean forward and Zemo follows, believing you were to grant him a kiss but instead you leaned your head to the side, your lips only an inch away from his ear as your hand sneaks down his back, resting against his ass which you squeeze.

“Guess what arrived today Darling”

Zemo’s head shot up, his eyes sparkling with a newfound vigour and at just the thought of it, he felt his trousers growing tighter. His breathing became more rapid as you placed a kiss on the side of his jaw, just below his ear and you let your teeth graze that sensitive part making him shiver.

“Please” he whispered, the man who so often seemed to find any words to tease you, was now rendered wordless apart from a plea, by you, and only you.

Taking his gloved hand, you lead Zemo up the staircase and as you reach the door, you turn to switch Zemo before you, placing your hands on his chest and pushing him through the door.

He stood before you and watched as you took his hand and pulled it up to your lips. With your teeth, you grasp the top of the glove, careful to avoid the blood, and slowly tug it off his hand and chucking it to the floor. He swallows as you repeat the same with his other hand, and he can’t hold back from grasping your hips and pulling you into him as his lips crash onto yours. His eyes flutter as he moves his lips upon you, a groan rumbling from within his throat.

Your hands trail down his turtle neck and then with urgency you tug at his coat, sliding it off his arms while his lips never leave yours. When you finally tried to pull your lips away from him he only pushed harder onto you, attempting to capture them again but you grasp his chin, forcing him to look at you.

“Tonight you are doing what I say Helmut,” you tell him and frown seeing the sparkle of mischief within his eyes but he nods his head towards you. “I render my power over to you my dear”

You pull at his turtleneck and with his help you were able to lift it over his head. You lightly trail your nails down his chest, not too harshly but enough to leave a trail of red marks upon him. His skin prickles with goosebumps as his eyes follow how your hand trail closer and closer to his trousers. He felt the anticipation within him growing but as if you could feel it yourself, you pulled away from him making him almost whimper for you, but he manages to catch himself.

He tilts his head in confusion as he looks upon you while you smirk and cross your arms. Seeing Zemo standing before you, bare-chested with nail marks upon his skin, his hair falling loose upon his forehead, his pupils blown up in lust and with only his trousers left on, it made you feel your own cunt flutter and swarm with warmth.

“Strip for me” you command him, straightening your back to signify the power you held over him. He in turn smirked at you but being obedient his hands trail down to belt on his trousers and yanks it off, then he grabs the zipper on his trousers and quickly tugs it down. Hooking his hands into his waistband be pulls down his own trousers and boxers and carefully pulls them off his legs leaving him completely nude before you.

“Get onto the bed”

“Don’t you want me to help you with your own clothes” Zemo replies, ignoring your command to instead walk towards you again, attempting to move his hips and to push his erection into you.

“Helmut” you warned, “On the bed”

He huffed but pulled himself away from you, moving to lie down upon the bed and wait anxiously for you. You helped yourself removing your clothes, to which Zemo started lamenting about your beauty ‘even venus would be jealous’ in attempts to swoon you over so he could kiss you again but you ignored him to move over to the draw to fetch the lube. You left the strap on in the draw, for now, knowing Zemo needed to be prepared beforehand before he attempted that.

His body was covered in a light sweat as he watched you settle on the end of the bed, lube in hand. In the weeks commencing as you waited for the strap on to arrive, you and Zemo had discussed safe words and now you reminded him of the word he chose in case he needed to use it.

You chuckled as you saw how his cock grew harder as he watched you before him, lightly he grasped the sheets of the bed, breathing in and now steadily as he prepared himself for the intrusion. Seeing now nervous, though aroused, Zemo was becoming, you leaned over him and pulled him into a gentle kiss, your hand resting upon his jaw as you hold him. He sighed happily feeling your lips upon him as in instinct he raises his hand to place between your shoulder blades on your back, but at the touch, you pull back.

“Are you ever going to start?” Zemo teases, the corners of his lips curling and you roll your eyes at him but you know his quips were attempts at calming himself. Finally, you take the lube and coat your fingers in it. You move back down the bed, and grasping at his left leg you place it over your shoulder. You place a kiss upon the thigh beside your face as you raise your finger to Zemo’s outer rim. With one last glance, you look to Zemo who nods his head at you.

The breath gets caught within his throat when he finally feels your finger breaching inside of him slowly, going up to the first knuckle. He let out a groan, closing his eyes to get used to the feeling of something being inside of him. He felt the slight singing burn at being stretched, even from the small size of your finger the sensation of the warmth of your finger pressing into him was making him feel dizzy with excitement. Already he clasped your finger tightly, and although it was coated in lube you till had to ply a little bit of force to move further into him. He was warm and you were desperately wanting to do more to him as you watch the way he tries to steady his breath, the excitement pulsing through the two of you. Slowly you ease your finger to the second knuckle, the lube now allowing a swifter entry for you to slide it in. His breathing picked up again as you finally slid your whole finger into him causing him to bite onto his bottom lip.

He was clenching your finger tightly, and from the way, his hands clung to the sheet you could tell this was a lot for him and you worried that he might not be able to cope with the strap on but he started urging you to continue.

“This is nothing” he would mutter though from the way his cheeks were burning with a blush you knew the man was all talk.

Slowly you started to pump your finger in and out, picking up speed as you see the way he finally lets go of his bottom lip as a groan emerges from him. The heel of his foot digs into your shoulder as you pick up speed and before he can control it, he lets out a gasp as you move to prod another finger to his entrance. Squeezing it in, Zemo mewled feeling himself being stretched out by you. His lust-driven eyes fix onto you as he wiggles his hips craving more. His cock twitched in arousal, pushing up against him and slowly the tip was starting to turn that beautiful red colour you so loved.

You continue to thrust two fingers in and out of him and his moans quickened as he shut his eyes again feeling the pleasure creep over him, but as you notice his eyes closing with your other hand you slap his thigh causing them to shoot open. “I want you to watch this Helmut. I want you to watch as you completely collapse and lose all sense because of my fingers inside of you”

“Scheiße y/n” he groaned but forced himself to keep his eyes open as he watched you delve into him.

After a few more minutes you pushed your third finger in, stretching him out even more. He moaned loudly feeling the warmth of your fingers thrust in and out of him quickly, stretching him out further. He wanted to roll his head back and lose himself in the feeling but as you wished, he continued to watch you, watch how your fingers swiftly moved in and out of him. It was an odd thing, attempting to describe how it felt to feel your fingers move inside of him and at the same time watching you do it. He liked to watch it when he thrust into you, seeing how he connected to you, but now being the one being thrust into was a new experience. Watching the way he opened up to you, almost greedily, enraptured him while at the same time making him extremely bashful. Especially of the lude sounds that emerged from his mouth and from the wetness the lube provided.

As your fingers continued to push in you grazed upon his prostate and instantly Zemo’s back arched with the sudden surge of pleasure radiating through him. Zemo cried out from the surge, unwittingly shoving his head back into the pillow against your instruction but at this point, you didn’t mind as you were fascinated and eager to make Zemo feel so good again. You curled your fingers inside of him, finding that spot within him and started to thrust your fingers into that spot repeatedly.

Zemo cried out again from the ecstasy that rained down upon him. A few tears fell from his eyes as the pleasure overcame him. “Gott, Meiner Baroness” he whispered between gasps, unable to find any words in his mind now to quip at you.

Zemo was a moaning mess under you. The feeling of your fingers grazing that spot within him was earth-shattering and he felt his pull to release grow closer and closer. He called out your name as he finally felt himself come, shooting over his chest and dribbling down the side.

You slowly stopped moving your fingers as Zemo recovered from his orgasm, breathing heavily from this experience he had never felt before. He whimpered as he felt you remove your fingers from his entrance and with half-closed eyes, he observed you as you got up again and finally reached for the strap on in the draw. Though he had just come he felt excitement course through his veins as you finally turned around with the strap on, on.

“Finally, the main event” he managed to whisper from his raw voice. His body was covered in sweat now, starting to soak into the sheets and his hair was a mess, sticking out in places and parts falling over his forehead but his eyes gleamed with excitement.

He admired your beauty, how exquisite you looked and now with the strap on he felt powerless under you, and he loved it. Without even thinking about it, he was holding his legs spread for you, anticipating the feeling of being filled again by you.

You knelt on the end of the bed and pulled both Zemo’s legs onto your shoulders so his hips were raised and his entrance perfectly in line for you. He was a sight with his top half pressed into the bed and his bottom half lifted up for you and it made you want to treasure this moment within your mind.

Grabbing the lube, you made sure to coat the strap on and smear it over his own entrance to lessen the pain on entry. Feeling the coldness of the lube upon his slightly sore entrance from being stretched before, he hissed and so you glanced down at him to make sure he was okay and he eagerly nodded at you.

“Please darling, I need this, god I need it”

With one hand you grasped Zemo’s hips to steady him, your fingers digging into the delicate skin which you knew would leave a mark, and with the other, you held the strap on and positioned it at his entrance.

Even though your fingers had stretched him out, the toy was a lot thicker and certainly longer lengthwise so when you pushed it against his rim, he held onto the sheets tightly and groaned feeling the tip slide into him. He hadn’t been prepared for the thickness of it, and in his mind cursed at his past self for being greedy and wanting to show off with buying it, even if it was a nice colour. He felt the burning of being stretched, his once tight channel slowly being prised opened as you inched further and further into him. Gradually you pushed your hips forward, edging into him until the whole toy was filled inside of him and your hips brushed against his.

The feeling of being full was something Zemo found hard to describe. The toy pushed into him further than he thought anything could, and the feeling of being stretching, feeling himself pulse against it was indescribable, but he loved it. Seeing your hips attached to his, feeling this connection to him was incredible and he started begging, whining for you to move.

Grasping ahold of both his hips now to better position yourself. Slowly you pull out of Zemo till only the tip was in him, and then you thrust back in making Zemo moan loudly, already attempting to push his hips back onto you, grinding into you.

“Gott, mine Liebling” he groaned as he felt himself being split open by you again. His grasp on the sheets tightened as you started to slowly move your hips back and forth, the strap on pulling nearly out then plunging back into him repeatedly.

“Scheiße, y/n, please, Gott, guh” Zemo moaned out as slowly all thoughts of his drifted away, overcome with pleasure at the feeling of being thrust into. He tried to moan out words but they were caught between gasps of his.

His cheeks reddened and the sound of slapping, hips meeting hips along with his groans echoed through the room. He pushed his head back into the pillows of the bed and tried to bite his lip, worried about how loud he was moaning, equally embarrassed by it but when you saw your hand left his hip to push your finger into his mouth for him to suck on, preventing him on biting down too harshly upon his lip.

His cock was already hardening again, arousal pulling at him and on instinct, he thrust his hips in need of friction but that just slammed him into your hips more, making the strap on hit him in that perfect spot.

Once again his back arched and he gurgled overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through his veins. As you removed your fingers he called out your name, his eyes closing as he was overcome with the feeling of being thrust into. His own body heaved up and down as you pushed into him. He lacked control of it but enjoyed the feeling of being moved upon the sheets by you. Slowly his grip on the sheets loosened as his mind became a haze of pleasure.

Suddenly you got the urge to change and before Zemo could really comprehend it, you slipped the strap on out of him. He whined at the sudden loss of pleasure and the feeling of his channel being shockingly empty, his entrance clenching around nothing but then yelped in surprise as with your grasp on his hips, you flipped him over and pulled his knees up so his head was buried in the pillows and his ass thrust up before you.

Quickly, making sure he was okay, you pushed the strap on back into him making Zemo let out an erotic moan at the feeling of being pushed into even deeper from that angle. You loved this new position, being privy to all of the freckles upon his back which you wanted to trace with your fingers, being able to enter him easier and see yourself entering him easier. He groaned into the pillow as he felt you move within him, and pushed into that delicate spot, causing his erection to rise.

Noticing this, you reach your hand down to grasp onto him. Feeling your hands wrap around him, instantly his hips buckle into you, seeking that friction. Your hand held on tightly to him as you felt him throbbing, eager to feel you move his hand and he moaned so delicately from where his face was buried in the pillows. In time with your thrusting, you started to pump him, and you leaned onto his back and pressing kisses upon his shoulder repeatedly.

Zemo whined and moaned at the feeling of this extra pleasure. You played with him so well, his legs felt like jelly and that he might collapse any moment in exhaustion from the pleasure coursing through him. His thighs twitched as you picked up your pace and he started thrusting himself back into you in a carnal desire. Once again between moans, he was calling your name, but it was muffled from the pillows so with your free hand you grasp onto his hair and pull his face upwards, away from the pillow.

His cheeks were flushed now and his mouth pulled into a permanent gasp as he drew near and nearer to his climax. His chest heaved from his heavy panting and he started to squirm underneath you as his pleasure increased tenfold.

“Scheiße y/n, I’m going to - I’m going”

He could barely finish that sentence as he came in your hand, his whole body writhing from the pleasure as his brain became a haze. You felt him cum shoot onto the bed and dribble on your hand that held him tightly. He couldn’t hold himself up anymore and collapsed onto the bed making you almost tumble onto him. You stopped thrusting to grant him some peace and slowly pulled out of him.

He laid on the bed, trying to steady his breathing and rushing heart as you took the strap on off, and gathered up wet towels to clean him down. For once he let you take care of him. Completely exhausted to do anything thing else, but as you came up near him, he took a hold of your wrist and pulled you closer to him. Kissing you gently.

“You, my Baroness, are perfect”

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“The house is not haunted; you’re just hearing things.” Bucky had argued with Sam about this for the past 3 weeks.

We’ve been in Zemo’s house for months now, and suddenly it’s haunted. Yeah, right.

“It could very well be haunted,” Zemo said matter of factly as he sipped his tea, “I’m sure many great relatives passed here.”

“I told you!” Sam shouted at Bucky as he left them alone in the living room to go to the kitchen.

The house was old; there were all kinds of sounds throughout the day and night, none of which bothered Bucky in the slightest.

What was bothering Bucky was Helmut Zemo. Not only was he egging Sam on about the supposed haunted house, but he was also a huge pain in Bucky’s ass. Not for his usual mischief; no, Bucky was used to that by now. Their relationship had evolved, and currently, Bucky was glaring at Zemo from the other room as he whispered to Sam about a date he might go on later that evening.

As if. No one is good enough for your highness, Baron Zemo.

Bucky quickly looked away as Zemo caught his gaze, an annoying smirk on his lips.

Bucky had been playing this game with Zemo for a long time now. He found the man utterly stunning, and he knew Zemo was attracted to him too (Bucky had found himself in heated makeout sessions with Zemo more than once). But they were both too stubborn to do anything about it. Bucky assumed Zemo wouldn’t want anything more from him than sex, and he was terrified to admit the serious feelings he was starting to develop for the Baron.

Better to push it deep, deep down.

Unbeknownst to Bucky, Zemo felt the same way and just wanted Bucky to admit it first.

They danced around each other like cat and more stubborn cat.

Bucky suspected that Zemo wanted more out of their—more frequent—makeout sessions. He also suspected that Zemo was trying to make him jealous to get what he wanted. But he was just as patient as the former Colonel; he wasn’t going to give an inch.

**

Bucky patiently waited for Zemo to back out of his date; he just knew Zemo would come up with a flimsy excuse to stay home instead.

He’s just trying to get a rise out of me as usual. Right?

To Bucky’s annoyance, Zemo wasn’t dropping it. He asked Bucky to help him pick an outfit, making a show of changing in front of him. Bucky kept a laser focus on his cellphone, not actually seeing anything on the screen as he scrolled.

Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t give him the satisfaction.

Finally, Zemo muttered something under his breath and slammed the bathroom door loud enough to make Bucky look up from his phone. Bucky smirked; he was getting under the Baron’s skin after all.

I give him 10 more minutes before he backs out of this stupid date.

Bucky went back to the living room and waited; his jaw tightened when Zemo came out of his bedroom, dressed to the nines and smelling divine. His hair was perfectly swept out of his eyes, and worst, he looked excited.

“Something the matter, James?” Zemo asked as he straightened his tie in the hallway mirror.

Bucky grimaced.

Bastard.

“Nope. Enjoy your date,” Bucky said as nonchalantly as possible before disappearing into his room.

He opened the dating app that Sam had downloaded onto his phone and scrolled through the many unread messages he had received. He just needed a distraction—someone that would make him forget Helmut Zemo even existed.

After scrolling through a dozen profile pictures that didn’t even contain the person’s face, he quickly gave up on that idea.

Okay, maybe that’s asking too much.

He opened a chat with the one person who had their face in their profile picture, though it was partially covered by a crimson masquerade mask. The man had sent Bucky 30 unread messages in the past day asking a series of odd questions and giving unsettling compliments. He looked like he was in his 20s, and Bucky figured he was harmless. He ignored the messages as usual and thought about deleting the app for probably the hundredth time since Sam had downloaded it.

Bucky came back out of the room, expecting Zemo to be gone. He smirked when he found Zemo still in the hall, staring at his door.

“You’re still here? Did you get stood up?” Bucky didn’t even try to sound genuine; he smiled through every word.

Zemo glared at him, “No, I’m just leaving now. Don’t wait up.”

Zemo slammed the door behind him, and Bucky cursed under his breath.

“Was that Zemo leaving? Man, I wanted to see who his date was.” Sam pouted as he came downstairs.

“Why? I’m sure he’s not much to look at.”

“Someone’s jealous,” Sam teased.

“For the millionth time, it’s not like that, okay?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say.”

Sam laughed as he sat next to Bucky on the couch. “Scary movie?”

“Okay, but please, no teenage slasher nonsense.”

“Fine, how about something paranormal?”

Bucky shrugged, “whatever.”

Sam put on the movie, and Bucky zoned out; all he could think about was what Zemo was doing on his date.

Who is he with? It’s probably somebody of importance, maybe even someone famous. And who was I kidding—they are bound to be hot. Zemo wouldn’t settle for less.

When will he be home? What if he doesn’t even come home?

Would he have the audacity to bring the date back with him?

**

Sam jumped when the door suddenly banged open and closed. Bucky barely moved but perked up when he saw Zemo was back and alone.

“Holy shit, man, you can’t scare me like that!” Sam yelled, holding his chest where his heart was beating rapidly.

“My apologies,” Zemo answered shortly before going to his room.

Bucky checked his watch; it had barely been an hour.

What’s he doing home already?

Bucky was itching to get up and talk to him, but he tried to play it cool, pretending like he didn’t care. But he didn’t hear another word from the movie.

When Zemo finally came out of his room, wearing the pajamas that Bucky liked—the black and white plaid bottoms that hugged his ass just right, and a plain white t-shirt that fit snugly around his broad chest—Bucky couldn’t hold back anymore. He followed Zemo into the kitchen and watched him pour a large glass of scotch.

“That bad, huh?” Bucky leaned against the counter across from him.

“It wasn’t great.” Zemo downed his drink and then poured another.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Zemo rolled his eyes. “You’re really quite insufferable, do you know that?”

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, “I’m just trying to be nice.”

Zemo swallowed the rest of his drink and slammed the empty glass onto the counter with a short laugh. “Are you purposefully trying to toy with me, or are you really that blind?”

“Helmut, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Bucky watched Zemo stiffen just slightly, and for a second, he thought Zemo might hit him. But then he saw the change. Zemo’s features softened, and Bucky had never seen him look so vulnerable, so...needy. Bucky didn’t think about it; he just took a step forward and placed a gentle kiss on Zemo’s lips. Zemo exhaled sharply but didn’t move away, so Bucky kissed him again, pushing him firmly into the kitchen island.

“I’m not trying to toy with you, I just—I don’t know how to do this. Not with you,” Bucky whispered.

“I didn’t have a date tonight. I just drove around being angry at you for an hour.”

“What?” Bucky laughed.

“I was just trying to get you to make a move,” Zemo’s voice was thick as Bucky continued to press light kisses to his lips. “What changed?”

Bucky’s hands roamed over Zemo’s body as he kissed him again, settling on his ass. “The pajamas may have had something to do with it,” Bucky teased.

“Are you serious?” Zemo scoffed. “I was wearing a Prada suit earlier.”

“Yeah? Is that supposed to impress me?”

Zemo forced Bucky back until his back hit the refrigerator; Bucky reveled in the feeling of Zemo’s hands moving slowly under his shirt, over his abs, and up to his chest.

He knew Zemo wanted more than this, but he could already feel himself starting to get nervous. He wanted Zemo so bad it hurt, but things were already so complicated.

What if my feelings get more intense?

Bucky grunted as Zemo’s hand moved over the already prominent bulge in his jeans.

I’m barely keeping it together as it is. Fuck.

Bucky unconsciously slowed down his kisses, making Zemo sigh.

“James, I can’t do this with you if you don’t want me. I need more than this.”

Bucky stared at him for a minute, panic flicking in his eyes. “What do you mean if I don’t want you?”

Maybe he does want something more serious.

No, he’s rolling his eyes.

“I’m not asking you to marry me, James. I meant if you didn’t want me, sexually.”

“Oh,” Bucky blushed, “well, I do. But I—it’s been a while; I don’t want to disappoint you.”

More like it’s been a while, and I’m afraid I’ll fall even more in love with you.

Zemo placed a hand on Bucky’s face. “That’s okay; I’ll be gentle.”

The wicked smirk that made Bucky weak in the knees was back on Zemo’s face, and all he could do was nod his agreement.

Zemo led him by the hand through the living room. “Good night, Sam.”

“Good night, where’s...Bucky... never mind.” Sam shot Bucky a wink before he disappeared into Zemo’s room.

**

Bucky was barely controlling himself. With every harsh thrust of his hips against Zemo’s, he felt what little control he had slipping. Every moan that left Zemo’s kiss-bruised lips stroked his ego. He could feel Zemo’s legs starting to shake, but his vibranium arm held Zemo up easily.

Not so cocky now, is he?

He switched the angle of his thrusts, causing Zemo to shout his name. Bucky chuckled in Zemo’s ear. “You like it right there, doll?”

He knew Zemo thought he would be in charge, but as soon as the bedroom door had shut, Bucky had made it clear to Zemo who he was dealing with; he practically threw Zemo onto the bed. He ordered Zemo to strip, and when Zemo hesitated, thrown off by Bucky’s domineering personality, Bucky clicked his tongue at him condescendingly. “I thought you wanted this?”

“I do,” Zemo nodded.

Bucky took a few steps toward the bed until he was standing between Zemo’s legs. He ran his hand through Zemo’s hair, messing it up on purpose, before leaning in to whisper in his ear, “Are you going to be a good boy and do what I say, or am I going to have to punish you?”

He watched Zemo’s face drop in surprise as he bit back a moan. He couldn’t help but smirk as Zemo ripped his clothes off and captured Bucky’s lips once again.

“That’s better,” Bucky praised, his breath hot against Zemo’s neck.

Bucky slowly slid his belt off; Zemo didn’t seem to notice, too lost in the feeling of Bucky’s tongue on his skin, until the leather was wrapped tightly around his wrists.

“What are you doing?” Zemo huffed as Bucky laid him back on the bed, his arms stretched out over his head.

Bucky shushed him, “quit trying to be in control. I can feel you throbbing against my thigh. You want this. You like it. Don’t you?”

Zemo nodded, lifting his hips off the bed as Bucky moved his warm thigh away. Zemo pouted at the loss of contact.

“What’s the matter?” Bucky mocked as he sat up and peeled his shirt off.

Zemo stubbornly kept his mouth shut, which only amused Bucky even more. He wanted to break through Zemo’s well-constructed walls, wanted to see him be submissive and pliant only for him, only in this private moment, his mask finally gone. If Zemo was going to make it difficult, Bucky would enjoy every second of getting him there.

Bucky gently pressed his lips to Zemo’s navel; he could feel the sharp intake of breath Zemo took. His lips trailed up to Zemo’s chest, over his neck, and up to his ear.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“My safeword is Mr. America.”

Bucky stifled a laugh, “Okay, you little shit.” He kissed him again while he tried to think of an equally obnoxious safe word. He grinned against Zemo’s lips. He remembered the look on Zemo’s face after an exceptionally well-timed jump-scare in the scary movie they had watched a few days prior.

“Then mine is Ghostface.” Bucky paused, a teasing smile on his lips, to enjoy the annoyance on Zemo’s face.

Before he could start arguing about how he hadn’t actually been scared, Bucky leaned back down to his ear. “Now, I asked you a question.” Bucky’s vibranium hand followed the same path his lips had just taken until it wrapped lightly around Zemo’s throat. “I said, you like it, don’t you?”

Zemo’s eyes fluttered closed as Bucky’s hand slowly closed around his neck. “Fuck, yes! I like it.”

“Then beg.”

Zemo’s eyes snapped open and met Bucky’s; he froze, his mouth moving with no sound before it settled into a thin, determined line.

Bucky smirked, “that’s okay, I’ll make you.”

Bucky worked his lips back down Zemo’s chest, spending extra time at each place that elicited a verbal response. He cruelly let Zemo think he had won, wrapping his lips around Zemo’s thick cock. He let Zemo rock his hips into his mouth, taking him as deep as possible. Bucky’s eyes opened to watch him; his head was thrown back, his hands clenched tightly together. Bucky felt a slight stutter in his thrusts, and Zemo’s language switched from mumbled English to unrecognizable Russian.

Oh. He’s close. What a convenient tell.

Bucky tightened his grip on Zemo’s thighs and slid his mouth down again until Zemo’s tip was brushing against the back of his throat. He did it twice before he pulled his mouth off completely and smirked at Zemo humping the air, his cock twitching and angry.

Zemo sat up, furious. “What the hell, James?!”

“I told you to beg.”

And Zemo did. He begged until Bucky finally gave in and slid his perfect cock inside of him. That led to Bucky fucking him on the bed, on the floor, and currently against the wall.

Bucky slowed down his thrusts, waiting for Zemo to answer him properly. “I said, do you like it right there?”

“Please, don’t stop!”

“You close, doll?”

Zemo scoffed, the sound coming out almost hysterically. Bucky knew it was a ridiculous question; they had both been close for what felt like hours.

“Yeah, you’re close. Can’t even answer me, can you?”

Bucky snapped his hips roughly, hitting that special spot again, and Zemo cried out.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” Zemo whispered as Bucky’s thrusts sped up again.

Bucky wrapped his hand around Zemo’s throbbing cock, eliciting a desperate whine from the man.

“Fuck, you like that? Like when daddy’s cock hits right there?” Bucky roughly thrust into Zemo after each word.

Zemo whimpered again as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Sound so pretty fucked out for me, doll.” Bucky sped his hand up to match his thrusts. “Come with me,” he growled in Zemo’s ear.

Zemo threw his head back onto Bucky’s shoulder with a scream as he finally came. Bucky pressed him flat against the wall as his thrusts became erratic. “So good, so good for me—shit. Gonna fill up this tight little ass.” Bucky groaned as Zemo rocked his hips back.

“Please….daddy.”

“Fuck!” Bucky nearly punched through the wall as he pressed himself as close to Zemo as possible, his orgasm making his legs shake.

The pet name had sounded hesitant, but it had been enough to break Bucky’s control. He couldn’t believe Zemo had actually said it, and he couldn’t help the laugh that was bubbling in his chest.

“What’s so funny?” Zemo asked, still out of breath.

“I can’t believe I just got the all-powerful Baron Helmut Zemo to call me daddy.”

Zemo’s cheeks immediately turned red, and he tried to move away from Bucky’s body that was still pressed into him.

“Hey, I’m not laughing at you; it was hot as hell. I’m just surprised, is all.” Bucky turned Zemo around and kissed him gently.

“It’s not fair. You—you give off a much different vibe outside of the bedroom. I was blindsided, and now I can’t feel my legs.”

Bucky smiled against Zemo’s lips. “Good thing I’m a super soldier, and I can carry you to the shower.”

Zemo rolled his eyes. “Only this one time, and you better not breathe a word of this to Sam.”

“I swear,” Bucky said as he scooped Zemo up and carried him to the large shower in the master bathroom.

“I think I’d prefer a bath if you don’t mind?”

“Of course not.” Bucky sat Zemo down and started the water in the bathtub.

Once Zemo was comfortably under the bubbles, Bucky started to leave.

“Where are you going?” Zemo twisted around in the tub to question him.

“Back to my room.”

“Oh. Okay.” Zemo turned back around and sank back under the water.

Bucky was trying to protect himself, trying to separate his feelings from the sex. He needed to leave before it was too late. But, he couldn’t help but feel like an ass when he heard the disappointment in Zemo’s voice. He quickly got dressed and peeked back into the bathroom.

“Hey, Helmut?”

“Yes?” Zemo turned back around, his face hopeful for a second before he saw Bucky was fully clothed.

“It was—it was good.”

“Yeah.”

Bucky nodded. “Goodnight.”

Zemo didn’t answer; he turned back around before Bucky left and sank back under the bubbles.

**

“I’m telling you, man, this house is haunted. You didn’t hear all of that noise last night? I swear I heard footsteps upstairs.” Sam handed Bucky a cup of coffee as he joined him at the kitchen table.

“I sleep like a rock. You need to stop watching scary movies.” Bucky tried to hint to Sam that he didn’t want to talk, scrolling through the news on his phone rather than making eye contact.

Sam didn’t take the hint. “What are you looking at? Texting Zemo?”

Bucky ignored the mention of Zemo’s name and showed Sam the news story he had been reading. “A young woman went missing a few days ago, she lived near here, and her parents are saying she got wrapped up in some kind of cult.”

That distracted Sam for a moment, his face morose as he read the story, no doubt thinking about how they could help. That was until Bucky’s phone vibrated with a message from his masked dating app hopeful.

“Who is this?” Sam asked as he handed the phone back to Bucky.

Bucky glanced at the message before locking his phone. “No one.”

“Seemed like an odd message…he wants you to send pics for him to show to his friends?”

Bucky rolled his eyes and finished his coffee. “It’s nothing. It’s just some guy who doesn’t give up.”

Sam raised an eyebrow in question.

“I haven’t responded to any of his messages, but he keeps texting me. Nothing too weird, complimenting my physique, wanting to show me off to his friends. Lately, he keeps inviting me to a Halloween party. If he didn’t give me the creeps, I would consider going.”

“Are you serious?” Sam unconsciously looked at Zemo’s closed bedroom door.

“Don’t do that,” Bucky huffed.

“I was just surprised to find you in your own bed, is all...after last night…” Sam was hinting around the real questions he wanted to ask.

“It was just sex,” Bucky mumbled.

“Oh, so you’re telling me that you, Mr. 1940s, are just suddenly into casual sex?”

“Yeah, I am,” Bucky said defensively. “Zemo was great, but that doesn’t mean I have to give up other men.”

“Please! What other men? The creep asking for pictures of you?”

“Other, other men! I have so many messages I can’t keep up.”

“Whatever, man, do what makes you happy.”

Bucky was about to reply when Zemo’s door opened, and he strode into the kitchen without saying a word.

Shit, how much of that did he hear?

Zemo made a cup of coffee and sat between Bucky and Sam. “So, did you two hear all of that noise last night too?”

“Yes!” Sam yelled animatedly. “This place is haunted; I swear to God, if some poltergeist shit starts happening, I will leave you two here without a second thought.”

“That’s our Captain America, ladies, and gents,” Bucky joked as he slapped Sam on the back.

**

Bucky sat in the living room with Zemo and Sam, trying not to stare at Zemo as he read his book on the other end of the couch. It wasn’t fair that he looked so perfect all the time. Even now, in sweats and a hoodie, he looked delectable. Bucky bit his lip when Zemo craned his neck to look at the tv behind him, unintentionally showcasing the bruises Bucky had left behind.

At that moment, Bucky wanted nothing more than to move closer to him, to let Zemo lay his head on his lap until he fell asleep. But he couldn’t. Bucky didn’t take Zemo to be the type of guy that would return his feelings. He only wanted the sex, and that was fine with Bucky...he would be fine with it. He just needed to get his emotions under control.

“James?”

Bucky snapped back to reality, almost pitifully fast, as Zemo called his name. “Yes?”

“I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with Sam this morning.”

“What about it?”

“I just didn’t realize you were so...carefree. I wouldn’t have thought you would be into casual sex with strangers.”

Bucky faltered, his cheeks blushing.

So we’re back to this game.

Okay, Zemo.

“Jealous?”

“Not in the slightest,” Zemo forced a laugh.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Jesus, you two have become unbearable. I cannot wait to get out of here this weekend.”

“Wait, you’re leaving?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, I told you, I’m going home to spend Halloween with my nephews.”

“Ah yes, Halloween.” Zemo smiled, making Bucky feel uneasy. “You know, James, since I now know how adventurous you are, I have an idea of how we could spend the holiday.”

Bucky looked at him warily. “How?”

“A party. I haven’t been in ages, but a friend of a friend always hosts a magnificent masquerade party on Halloween.”

“What’s the catch?”

Zemo smirked. “Well, the whole point is that everyone’s identity is hidden. I wouldn’t call it an orgy, but there is definitely an anything-goes vibe.”

Bucky tried to hide his surprise, he knew Zemo was trying to call his bluff, and he wasn’t going to give in.

“Sounds fun. Let’s do it. Maybe we’ll both get laid.” Bucky winked at him before he got off the couch and sauntered off.

**

Bucky fiddled with the black and white rhinestone masquerade mask that covered half of his face as he followed Zemo up the front steps of an old decrypt house out in the middle of nowhere. He didn’t like it. It was ghostly quiet, and the house had not been at all what he was expecting.

“Zemo, where the hell are we? This does not look like a place that hosts high society sex parties.”

Zemo turned over his shoulder before knocking on the door. “Relax. Do you really think people would have what is basically an orgy in their actual homes? With all their nice furniture?”

“I guess not,” Bucky mumbled.

Bucky crossed his arms, still uncomfortable. He was beginning to think that his game of chicken with Zemo was going too far, and he honestly thought Zemo had been making the whole party up. But now he was actually here, dressed up in a black Valentino suit that Zemo had insisted on, about to step into—God only knew what.

Zemo was dressed in a regal blue suit that fit him so well Bucky couldn’t stop staring at his firm ass, no matter how hard he tried. That wasn’t unusual, Bucky had become very familiar with Zemo’s body over the past several days, and the fact that he knew Zemo’s ass was still marked with the bruises from his own hand was driving him mad.

The sex had continued to be great, but Bucky insisted, both to Zemo and to Sam, that they were nothing more than friends. Bucky could fuck somebody else, anytime he wanted to—he didn’t—but he could.

Bucky’s stomach twisted with anxiety when a man in a Phantom of the Opera mask answered the door and asked Zemo for a password. This whole night was giving him an uneasy feeling.

“Orrrgggyyyy,” Zemo drew out the word in a rumbling voice.

Bucky scoffed when Phantom stepped aside and waved them in.

“Seriously?” Bucky whispered to Zemo.

“What? It’s easy to remember. Relax and don’t embarrass me.”

“Don’t embarrass yourself,” Bucky said under his breath.

The inside of the house was much more elegant than the outside suggested. The mood lighting aided in the anonymity of the costumes. Bucky was slightly calmed by the fact that everyone was just as elaborately dressed up as he was. To Zemo’s credit, Bucky could tell, even with the masks, that the people here were wealthy beyond his understanding. Really, who else could afford to leave daily life behind on a Sunday night to go to a masquerade party?

Tables of Halloween-themed food lined the outskirts of the dancefloor.

“Is that a buffet?” Bucky asked incredulously.

Zemo turned around, curious. He gave Bucky a slight shrug of his shoulder.

“What is a buffet doing at a goddamn orgy, Zemo?”

“You know, it’s actually a good idea; you don’t want to get too peckish, ruins the sex.”

“This is weird as shit.”

Zemo smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief behind his gold mask. “What’s the matter, James? I thought you were looking forward to this?”

Bucky gritted his teeth; he couldn’t back out now. “Nothing. I’m going to mingle.”

Bucky missed the frown on Zemo’s face as he turned his back and stalked away.

**

Bucky had tried to find people to talk to—okay, maybe he hadn’t tried that hard but parties were not his thing. The only thing keeping him going was his desire to beat Zemo at his own game. For the moment, he was taking a break, nursing a beer at a table alone. Earlier, a Strange Woman had tried to chat him up but wouldn’t shut up about some guy named Gabriel, who Bucky assumed she had come to the party with. That was until another partygoer joined them and mentioned the name as well. They asked if Bucky had met him yet.

“Who’s Gabriel?” Bucky finally gave in to his curiosity.

He received a shocked look in return and then nervous laughter as the man and Strange Woman walked away.

Okay…whatever that means.

He got up to get another beer, and his attention was caught by a young woman dancing in the middle of a group of men who looked to be at least twice her age. Bucky continued to watch, not sure if he should do something or not. When the song ended, and the woman headed in his direction for a drink, he decided to stay put and make sure she was okay.

She was smiling and breathless as she messily poured a glass of punch and chugged half of it. Bucky had a feeling that he knew her from somewhere but couldn’t quite place it.

“You’re new,” the woman noted, startingly Bucky out of his thoughts.

“Uh yeah—I came with a friend.”

She stared at him a bit longer, probably waiting on him to say something else. “Have you met Gabriel yet? I can introduce you.”

“I haven’t—I’m sorry you look really familiar, have we met?”

“I think I’d remember if I had met you before. No one in this town looks even a tenth as handsome as you.”

“Wait—shit, aren’t you, Callie? Callie Strong? I saw your picture on the news. Are you okay? Do you need help?”

The woman’s eyes went wide, but she quickly recovered; Bucky thought she looked angry. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Leave me alone.”

She stormed off and went back to her group, the men all turned to stare at him too, and Bucky felt uneasy for about the millionth time that evening.

Let it go. Why would a missing girl be at a Halloween party?

It’s like you’re purposefully looking for trouble.

He took another calming swig of his beer as his eyes roamed the party, looking for the only other ones that mattered to him. When he found them, Zemo’s dark eyes, a smile on his face as he laughed, Bucky’s stomach flipped. He loved that smile, maybe too much for his own good.

Zemo was heading his way, with another man in tow. Bucky stood up straighter as they approached.

“James, meet my new friend, Aidan.”

Bucky nodded, ignoring Aidan’s outstretched hand.

“Strong silent type—I like,” Aidan said to Zemo.

Bucky thought he saw a flicker of annoyance in Zemo’s eyes; he cocked his head, staring Zemo down. “Nice to meet you, Aidan,” Bucky said without breaking Zemo’s gaze.

He was right; Zemo was prickling under Bucky’s stare.

Good.

Aidan cleared his throat in an attempt to break the awkward tension. “So, what are we doing here, gentlemen?”

Zemo quickly refocused, shooting Aidan a gentle smile before turning back to Bucky. “James, I thought Aidan might be a good match for you. Don’t you think?”

Bucky took another sip of his beer. This was it. This was the end of the game. Would he slam on the breaks or drive over the cliff?

He wanted to slam on the breaks. He didn’t want anyone else. He only wanted Zemo, but he didn’t know if he could have him. So, he continued playing the game, unaware that Zemo was only doing this to force Bucky to admit his feelings.

“Sure, let's go,” Bucky finally sighed.

“I’ll lead the way,” Aidan said with an excited smile.

“Thanks, Helmut; I owe you one.” Bucky squeezed Zemo’s shoulder as he walked away.

He didn’t miss Zemo’s frown that time, but he continued walking.

**

Aidan led Bucky up a creaky staircase. They passed several rooms, the occupants not bothering to shut the doors, letting Bucky and everyone else take a peek into their demented fantasies.

I need to get the hell out of here.

Aidan paused in front of a door where several other people his age were in various stages of undress, passing a vape pen around. “I brought someone new for round two,” Aidan announced to the group excitedly.

Bucky froze for a moment, one masked face looking too familiar.

No, it can’t be…pull yourself together, Barnes.

He pulled Aidan back into the hallway and shut the door. “Look, I’m sure you’re a nice guy, and your friends—seem great, but I’m not fucking you. So, can you just stay here long enough for Zemo to think we did?”

“Are you serious?” Aidan tried to walk away, but Bucky stopped him, gripping his shoulder just tight enough to show him how serious he was.

“Fine, 10 minutes. But Gabriel won’t be happy about this.” Aidan leaned against the wall and scrolled through his phone.

“Who the fuck is Gabriel?” Bucky asked, already distracted as he tried to look over the banister for Zemo. He spotted him by the buffet table eating dessert and talking to a buff blonde man with an Ivan Drago-chin.

Hypocrite.

Bucky’s stomach had been growling for the past half hour, but Zemo had warned him that it was social suicide to eat at these kinds of parties. Yet there he was, stuffing his face

“Seriously? You don’t know Gabriel? Who are you?” Aidan asked, sounding more confrontational than he had before.

Bucky missed it, he was too busy watching Zemo, and when Drago rubbed his thumb over Zemo’s lip to wipe off a bit of frosting, Bucky lost it.

“Tell your Gabriel, I’m sorry, I gotta go.” He left Aidan and made a beeline for Zemo.

Drago looked slightly startled when Bucky suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stood next to Zemo’s side.

“This must be the friend you mentioned,” the man acknowledged.

“He doesn’t like to do names, even more anonymous,” Zemo filled Bucky in.

Bucky grunted in response, crossing his arms as he sized the man up.

“I hope you don’t mind if I steal your friend away for a bit,” Drago said to Bucky.

Bucky looked at Zemo, who was staring at him curiously as if he was wondering what Bucky would do next.

Bucky froze, unable to make himself say what he wanted to.

No, asshole, as a matter of fact, it’s not okay!

The man took Bucky’s silence as a sign to begin to lead Zemo away, his arm wrapped around Zemo’s shoulder. Bucky watched, panic ensuing.

Just let him go. He obviously wants this.

Zemo glanced back and caught Bucky’s eye. A last chance.

Bucky took it.

He caught up to them with only a few quick strides and placed a protective hand on Zemo’s shoulder. “Sorry, he’s mine.”

Drago turned to Bucky with an easy smile. “You can join too; we all share here.”

Bucky pulled Zemo out of the man’s grip and stepped in front of him. “No, you didn’t hear me. I said he’s mine.”

The man put his hands up in defeat, the danger in Bucky’s blue eyes making him stalk away angrily.

When Bucky turned around, Zemo was staring at him with that annoying head tilt and smirk he always wore. He looked sexier than Bucky had ever seen him. His hair was slightly askew, one loc lazily fallen over his dramatic gold mask. Bucky had laughed when Zemo tried it on; it was so perfectly him, elegant and dramatic and beautiful. Bucky knew he was staring too long, it was getting weird, but he never got over looking at him. It wasn’t fair how his face somehow made him look like the sweetest, most innocent man Bucky had ever seen but at the same time made him want to get on his knees and worship him.

Fuck it. What do you have to lose?

Just your sanity if he rejects you, but that’s nothing new.

Bucky took a step forward and pulled Zemo toward him, brushing his lips against Zemo’s. “I made Aidan sit upstairs for 10 minutes so that you would think I fucked him. But I didn’t.”

“Okay,” Zemo whispered back, his lips still pressed to Bucky’s.

“Did you want to leave with that guy?”

Zemo slightly shook his head.

“I know I kept saying I didn’t want this to be anything serious, but I lied. I was afraid, and I’m not great at this anymore, and I didn’t think you would want me, and—”

“Bucky,” Zemo placed his hand on Bucky’s jaw, “just say what you need to say.”

Bucky knew the moment his preferred name came out of Zemo’s mouth, and his knees felt weak; he knew he had to tell him.

“I’m in love with you,” Bucky blurted out.

Zemo didn’t give him time to panic about what he had just said; he pulled Bucky closer until their foreheads were resting together.

“How could you think I wouldn’t want you? What is there not to want?”

“Really?” Bucky asked with a hint of insecurity.

“I love you too, even though you make it difficult sometimes.” Zemo smiled when Bucky’s lips finally started to turn up into a grin. He wrapped his hand in Bucky’s hair and kissed him.

Bucky could still taste the frosting on his tongue. “I saw you eating, by the way; what will the upper-class clowns think?”

Zemo smiled against Bucky’s plush lips. “Who gives a damn? Let's go home; I’ve got better treats in store.”

“Wait. That’s it? You don’t think we should talk about this—about us?”

“What is there to talk about? I’ve been waiting for you to come to this conclusion for months now.”

“Months? You—you’ve felt this way about me for months? Why wouldn’t you say something?!”

Zemo sighed and grabbed Bucky’s hand, intending to lead him out of the party, but when he turned around, they were surrounded. In their private moment, they hadn’t noticed the partygoers slowly gathering around them.

“We were just on our way out. Thank you for the party.” Zemo remained confident and tried to walk out of the circle but was pushed backward by the Strange Woman Bucky had spoken with earlier.

“Nice party, isn’t it?” She asked in a screeching voice.

“What the hell is going on, Helmut?” Bucky whispered as they slowly backed away from the woman.

“Honestly, no idea.”

The Strange Woman stepped forward quickly and ripped Zemo’s mask off his face. The circle started to approach, squeezing them in. “Helmut Zemo, Baron of Sokovia,” the crowd chanted in unison. “His hands are covered in blood, yet none of it brought his family back. Dead!” They chanted and continued to step closer.

The Strange Woman took Bucky’s mask off next.

“James Barnes. The Winter Soldier. He just might be the devil himself, no matter how hard he tries,” the crowd chanted, almost close enough to touch them now.

“I knew something was off about this place, Helmut.”

“Is now the time to have that argument?”

“Hush!” The Strange Woman yelled. “You can’t leave without meeting your savior. The great one. Gabriel.”

“Screw this, you know so much about us—who the hell are you?” Bucky reached out to take off her mask.

She let out a bloodcurdling scream and fell to the floor, blood gushing everywhere. Bucky stood stunned, not sure what had just happened.

“James—”

Bucky looked at Zemo, who was white as a ghost, and pointing at the mask Bucky held in his hand with the Strange Woman’s face still attached.

**

“What the hell did you get us into, Helmut?!” Bucky whispered from their hiding place in a room upstairs.

“Calm down; we’ll figure a way out.”

“I just ripped a woman’s face off! Don’t tell me to calm down!”

“Shh!”

Bucky fell quiet as they heard footsteps in the hall. The sound of weapons dragging across the floor and banging against the walls echoed around the room.

Bucky was squeezed into a small closet with Zemo. After he had ripped the Strange Woman’s mask off, all hell had broken loose. Bucky was fast enough to get them both upstairs and hidden before the partygoers had armed themselves.

“I think they passed us by for now. Listen, I saw the missing woman that’s been on the news, Callie Strong. I thought maybe I imagined it, but it was definitely her. This is some kind of freaky rich people sex cult.”

“James—”

“And earlier, with Aidan, I saw a guy who’s been messaging me nonstop. He’s been inviting me to a party and asking for pictures of my body to send to his friends. What’s that movie Sam made us watch?” Bucky thought for a moment.

“James—” Zemo tried again.

“Get Out! What if they want to do some weird shit with my body, Helmut? I mean, what the fuck?!”

“James—someone is in the room,” Zemo deadpanned as the closest door swung open.

Drago stood there with an ax and a sinister smile on his face. “There you are. Now, please come with me; Gabriel just wants to talk to you.”

“And if we don’t wish to speak with him?” Zemo asked, standing straight with his chest puffed out.

“Well, then I’ll have to hurt you.”

Neither of them moved, and when the man sighed and reached out for Zemo, Bucky reacted, twisting the man’s arm until it snapped.

“Fuck!” The man swung the ax with his other arm, aiming for Zemo’s head.

Bucky blocked it with his vibranium hand and kicked the man in the chest, sending him flying across the room.

“Come on, that will have alerted the others,” Bucky said as he took the ax from the man and led Zemo out of the room.

Callie was waiting and attacked him as soon as he stepped into the hallway.

“What the hell?! Is that a fucking sword?!” Bucky dodged the blade and knocked the woman into the wall.

The sword clattered to her feet, and Zemo quickly picked it up.

Bucky shook his head with a short laugh. “Of course, you look good carrying a sword. Anyone else would look like a jackass.”

“It’s in my blood,” Zemo swung the sword once and smirked at Bucky, “now James, I know you don’t want to kill anyone, but—”

“Fuck that, these people are out of their minds. They have goddamn masks sewn to their faces! That guy tried to decapitate you! We’re getting out of here, even if we have to kill every last one of them.”

Bucky and Zemo turned toward the staircase as footsteps started ascending. They looked at each other with determination in their eyes as they shed their suit jackets and rolled up their sleeves.

“That’s what I was hoping you would say, my love.” Zemo smiled wickedly before he turned and stabbed his sword through the heart of his first victim.

**

The moonlight made the blood on Bucky’s skin look inky black. He was sure he looked like a demon; maybe he was the devil himself. He didn’t care much at the moment; he was just happy to be out of that goddamn house.

“Helmut, will you come on? I want to get out of here!”

Bucky had blacked out during the fight—a defense mechanism. But when he came to, he and Zemo were at the bottom of the stairs, a pile of bodies behind them. Bucky had busted the lock on the front door only to turn around and find Zemo running in the opposite direction toward the kitchen.

Bucky was about to yell for him again when Zemo came dashing out of the kitchen, yelling at him to run.

He listened, following Zemo away from the house. Just as they crossed the street, a loud boom made Bucky jump and turn around. The house was up in flames.

“What did you do?”

Zemo shrugged. “Made sure there were no resurrections.”

“You and Sam and your scary movies,” Bucky laughed, but he did feel relieved.

They watched the flames for a few more moments, partly due to exhaustion and partly to make sure no one escaped.

“Is now a bad time to continue discussing how I told you that I loved you and you said you’ve been in love with me for months?”

Zemo snorted, pushing his hair out of his face. “You know, anything else for us would be weird.”

They began walking back toward town, and Zemo continued his explanation. “I didn’t want to push you. You’ve been through so much, and I know how difficult it is for you to make friends, much less be involved with someone intimately. I considered myself lucky to at least have a physical relationship with you. And a bit selfishly, I was scared you would reject me flat out, and our friendship and the sex would be ruined.”

Bucky tentatively grabbed Zemo’s hand, his heart fluttering when it made Zemo pause and smile.

“This isn’t quite right,” Zemo said as he let go of Bucky’s hand. He gently removed Bucky’s leather glove before intertwining their fingers again, this time feeling the cold vibranium against his palm. “You don’t have to hide from me. Ever.”

Bucky felt his heart expand, too big for his chest; he didn’t know what to do with so much happiness.

“I’m sorry I took so long.”

“I’m sorry I dragged you to a sex party to force your feelings out of you rather than just telling you how I felt. And I’m sorry that said sex party ended up being hosted by a murderous cult that we had to kill.”

Bucky laughed, the most genuine laugh he had in a long time. “It was worth it. And hey, most memorable Halloween ever.”

“Let’s not make it a tradition,” Zemo teased as he rested his head on Bucky’s shoulder.

“No, next year, let’s stay home and watch scary movies in our pajamas like normal adults.”

“It’s a date. You know, we never did meet Gabriel. I wonder which one he was.”

“My guess? The blond. He seemed the most pissed off.”

Zemo shrugged. “Or maybe there was no Gabriel at all. Maybe he escaped before the fighting began.”

“Don’t go and give yourself nightmares, Helmut. This isn’t a horror movie.”

Bucky squeezed Zemo’s hand a bit tighter. He was playing it cool, but the thought sent a chill up his spine. They hadn’t thoroughly checked the house; they had just run out when people stopped attacking.

He glanced over his shoulder. The sidewalk was empty.

Of course it’s empty.

Bucky’s phone vibrated in his pocket. “Hell yes, we have service again. I’ll call an Uber.”

His face dropped as he looked at his phone screen. A message just sent a minute prior was waiting for him from his masked dating app admirer. His stomach sank, his face going pale and mouth dry.

Leaving so soon? You didn’t even say hello. XOXO Gabriel.

Zemo:

I mean we've all seen his amazing dance moves. He is totally a dancy drunk. You can't get him to stay still when he is in the mood, he is pulling out many dance moves you would have never expected from him. He's also a flirty drunk, though. He will keep hitting on you, try and dance on you to tempt you, trying his best to be seductive so you might fuck him. He might also try to act like he is sober, and at times pretend to not be interested, but you both know that he is feeling incredibly horny and needs you. right. now.

Laszlo:

We have seen Laszlo drunk in the second season of the Alienist, and god was he adorable then. Had me swooning honestly. He is quite a silly drunk because all those walls he puts up to distance himself between people just disappear. He would be in awe at you, constantly commenting on your beauty and how amazing you are, and I would also see him ranting on about psychology and such and telling you all the cool facts about the human mind that he knows because he loves to tell you these things like an excited child. He wouldn't be a horny drunk like Zemo, I don't think he would really have any interest in sex when he is drunk, apart from wanting to suck on your titties if you have them, but as he comes down and you finally get him into bed he cuddles up to you tightly.

Andrea:

Once again we have also seen Andrea drunk in the film, and once again he was so friking adorable. I don't believe Andrea knows his limits, so he lets himself be goaded by others to drink more and more and he doesn't seem to realise how it will affect him the morning after. Andrea is a singing drunk, when he drinks enough he will sing any music he hears, even if he doesn't understand the lyrics, he just loves the melody. He might try and dance as well, but he likely can't stand up properly after a certain point. If he had only had a glass or two he might be up to having sex, but anything past that he is gone and definitely couldn't give consent, all that would be in his mind would be making you sing with him.

Niki:

Niki might be the Danny boy who can hold his alcohol the most. Likely because he has been drinking from a young age. His liver is definitely not doing so well. Because of that though it is rare to see him drunk. He doesn't like to be vulnerable. Being drunk makes him vulnerable. He will on occasions drink though, such as celebrating when he has won the championship for example. The alcohol though just makes him even cockier (which you didn't even think was possible tbh) he would try teasing you, likely flirty teasing, but he would also play hard to get. He wants to see you get annoyed by him, he finds it funny but in the end, he would love you to take control of him again. By the time you get him to the bedroom, he is probably trying to get you to have sex with him but you are trying to get him to sleep to stop his teasing. It's going to be hard to stop this man though when he has decided he wants you to fuck him now that he is drunk.

Ernst:

I feel at times Ernst would use alcohol as a coping mechanism from dealing with Volkov all the time. I see him getting back to his quarters every night and pulling out a drink just to soothe his head. One drink might lead to two though, and then to three. I don't see the rest of the crew having parties and drinking usually, maybe once in a while but most times he is drunk is just when the two of you have been drinking together in one of your quarters. When it's just with you he is quite a cuddly drunk. He'd be up for sex, but more so he just wants to be with you, to hold you in his arms and just bury his head into your neck. He wouldn't want to let you go.

Alex:

Alex is young and now that the wall is down he is out exploring. He definitely has gone out to nightclubs and such and loves to drag you along. He wants the full experience that he had been missing out on when the wall used to be up. He would get into the hype of the nightclub at first, being able to order lots of call drinks at the bar and being able to dance and sing to all the new music. It can go two ways though, either he gets too hyper and dances the night away, completely drunk and then you have to help him home at the end because he is completely out of it, or you two leave early as he is feeling a bit overwhelmed and after you look after him and great him to some gentle sex as he is desperate for it.

Sebastian:

When is this man not drunk tbh? His drunk self is essentially the same as his sober self. Though his sober self probably complains about being hungover a lot. Really there is not much of a difference between sober and drunk Sebastian as that wild side is just who he is. He's silly and goofy and hardly takes anything seriously and you have just learnt to love him for that.

David:

It might be the only time David doesn't seem to be stressed out about something. Drinking gives David that break from worrying about everything going on in his life and he gets to relax and enjoy his time with you. He would probably be all over you, being all lovey and Dovey trying to get you to take him to bed as he feels in the mood to have sex as he isn't stressed. He is also more goofy and silly and can make you laugh at anything he does.

Tony:

Tony is very modest in what he drinks. You rarely see him drink anything other than wine and even then he usually restrains himself to one glass. He needs to set an example to his staff and after seeing all the issues Adam had with drunks and drinking, it put him off taking anything in excess. Still, when it is just the two of you and it is a special occasion he might drink a few more glasses. When he is really drunk I think I see him as quite seductive, trying to charm you and such, especially as you guys drink on special occasions the thought of sex is already in his mind and the alcohol just gets rid of his nerves to approach the subject. Honestly, he ends up all over you.

Alex Garel:

I think in the time he spent away from his home, set before Eva, he might have had a problem with drinking lots. So now that he is setting his life straight again, being back and working on robots, he doesn't drink as much. Occasionally he might but he always tries to stop getting into drinking daily. He is quite a sweet drunk tbh, he just wants to be with you, maybe dance with you, tell you again and again how much he loves you. He might even get some robots out and show you all the cool tricks he has managed to teach them as he wants to see how proud you are of him.

Konrad Koch: