#wintersentryagent

"Hello Officer, what is the reason for your honorable visit, this late at night?"

A tall, slim man stands in front of him. His hair a little slicked back but still loose and the ends and under his blue eyes sat and even bluer bruise. It looked fresh.

"Well, as I already said. There were some complaints about the noise."

The man seemed a little confused but then nodded.

"Yeah, sorry about that Officer, it will not happen again."

The man just wants to slam the door in John's face, he didn't let it happen and put a foot between the door and the frame. He now was a little closer to the man than prior.

"Sir, I insist. Is there someone else in this house?"

"Sir? Call me Bob man, bet we're nearly the same age. I live here with two friends, ones out of town."

"And the other?"

Bob calls out your name gesturing with his head to come to the door. You sat the ice pack down into the kitchen sink drying your hands on your jeans.

When you make eye contact with the Officer you can see that he has a hard time not letting his eyes scan over you.

You press out a soft smile waiting for him to speak. It takes a second to long which amuses Bob.

"Ma’am I am sorry to bother you this late at night but the neighbours complained about the noise. I must ask you to keep the noise level down."

You give him your most innocent look.

"Of course Officer, my friend and I just got into a heated argument because of some stupid boardgame."

Bob and you both laugh; it nearly sounds real.

John lets his gaze flicker to the bruise under Bob's eye again. Right now John had nothing, the only thing he could do was to offer his help and rethreat.

"Well thanks Ma’am would you leave the two of us alone again for a second, I will be gone then."

You just smile and leave.

John discreetly hands a small card over to Bob.

"Take care Bob, see ya around." John then leaves, taking his communication device to his mouth again.

"McCarty Road clear, over."

Left stood a completely confused Bob, who read the card Officer Walker just gave him.

-Does your partner or a member of your family make you feel uncomfortable or is hurting you? Call this number for help.-

Bob closes the door and starts to laugh immediately. He holds the card up in the air in your direction.

"He thinks you're abusing me." with the words spoken his laughing got more intense. You on the other hand were in shock, even though Bob was stupid sometimes you would never hurt him. (Except from the times he wants you to.)

You angrily pull the card from Bob's hand.

"Stop laughing Bob, that's not funny. Now I already lost my shot with him."

Bob made himself comfortable on the couch.

"Nah if I hadnt been there he would have fucked you on the porch."

"Yeah? What about the slut who opened the door with a shirt so tight the line of your abs showing? Also, who wears a T-shirt in the middle of January?" While talking you made your way over to him, while he looked down at his shirt.

"I am impressed though, you distracted him well enough that he didn't even saw the stain of powder on your shirt." You were now straddling his lap.

"Bucky will kill us when he finds out that the police were here." He groans and places a firm kiss on the side of your neck.

"He is an Officer who works alone, I don't think we have to worry." You moan out, your eyes meeting with Bobs who lets his tongue flicker over his lip.

"Dont tell me we both have the same idea." He is back at your neck, his hands finding their way under your shirt.

"Buck’s gone for another two weeks. I think we should have some fun." His fingers move in soft circles around your nipples.

"You really think two weeks is enough?" Bob has his head now buried in your chest giving you the cutest face you've ever seen when he looks up at you.

"I think we can break him in four days." You both fall into devilish laughter.

He pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it on the ground. His mouth now on one nipple while his hand worked the other.

"Oh fuck Bob, if you do that any longer I am going to come already."

"Dont worry Babe, probably not getting it up today so your good." You cup his face in your hands forcing him to look at you.

"I told you to cut it down Bob, it got a little out of hand lately."

"I know. I’m trying." He sounded remorseful and you knew he was but right now his sole mission was to make you feel good.

And with a dedicated tug on your sensitive bud he sent you right over the edge, the high shaking through you like thunder. Your panties and partly your pants soaked.

After catching your breath he picks you up and carries you up to the warmth of your bedroom.

Out in the cold, sat John Walker behind the drivers wheel, not able to start the car. His mind was completely overwhelmed. Not ever since he was in police school had he ever had such inappropriate thoughts.

Maybe because he was always bound to Olivia. But now he was alone, with nobody to restrain his mind or take the edge off.

Bob looked really good in this tight white shirt even though his skinniness seemed borderline unhealthy.

You on the other hand with your gentle smile and chaste eyes… You stepped into his sight and something in him moved, maybe it was all his blood rushing right between his legs.

This was not normal. He somehow managed to drive away, when his shift ended he drove home 5mph over constantly over the speedlimit. He made his way right into the shower, the warm water relaxing his muscles but not his mind.

He still wondered if Bob got that blue eye from you. But that would be absurd right? You seemed so soft and sweet. His mind wanders back to Bob, his midnight blue eyes. Then it wanders down further to Bob's tiny waist and the outline of his Abs he could see through that tight fucking shirt and unconsciously John's hand wanders to his cock.

It started almost innocent. Slow gentle strokes to the thoughts of Bob's form. Fast these innocent pictures turn to fantasies and his strokes go faster too. He imagines all the ways Bob could look like without his clothes on, sprawled underneath him. He then thinks about you the same way and he comes, unnaturally fast and, hard. His hand steadying himself on the wall. His cum sprouted in white ropes, mixing with the water from the showerhead washing down the drain.

When he finally lays down in his bed, the sleep creeps over him in an instant but so do the nightmares.

His alarm rings at 7 pm sharp. His shift starts at 9, so he goes over his usual routine. Washing his face, brushing teeth, drinking his first coffee, followed by a second. By the end of the second coffee he started to remember who he actually was and what happened on his shift yesterday.

He then realized something he didn't yesterday. Bob had a white stain on his shirt. It was obviously hard to see but it was there. His pupils were so dilated that he nearly couldn't see the blue around them. Who wears a T-shirt in the middle of January?John was so caught up in his thoughts that he forgot the time.

He clocked in, 8 minutes late to work. Now came the worst part of his day. The walk from the front door all the way down to the sheriff's office, to hand in his report of last night.

They all thought they were subtle about it. Only stealing glances at him while pretending to be caught up in work. Some were pitiful, some were hateful but it all boils down to one fact. The shining star of the town who burned himself.

The sheriff on the other hand didn't care at all, he never looked at John probably because John was just not worth it.

"Report, Walker." John moved from one foot to the other. It was his first time ever to forget to write the report.

"Sir, I forgot." He wouldn't even try to sugar coat it. The Sheriff lets out a huff.

"Anything out of the ordinary last night?"

"One call. Suspicion of domestic abuse. I left the card with the help hotline." It's way too silent to John's liking, he hears the blood in his ears rush.

"You’re good Walker, head off."

And John did. He left the department faster than he entered it.

He comes to a stop with his car at his usual spot. And then he waited and waited. Nothing happened and since he was bored out of his mind he decided to pay the McCarty Road a visit.

To his surprise the light on No. 4th was partly on. He shouldn't go back, he left the card, that was all he could do. He even never believed for a second that you gave Bob that bruise anyway.

Maybe the excuse was good enough. While John struggled with his thoughts you and Bob were at the verge of starting another fight.

"Bob, that is not fair you opened the door last time."

"Well yes but I wasn't prepared and also he is probably here to check in on me not you."

You two preyed at the window nearly the whole night, waiting for John to come back and he didn't disappoint.

While Bob threw you a look of triumph, you came up with a better idea.

He was just checking in on Bob. That's what John told himself while walking from his car to the front door. He could have sworn that the door opened before he knocked.

"Officer Walker, what honors me your presence this late at night?" You pitched your voice a little higher than needed. John is completely taken by you. The clothes you're wearing are sitting just right everywhere on your body. The perfume you wore, a pleasant smell in his nose.

"I just wanted to see if everything’s alright. I mean you and Bob living alone here, plenty of room for problems."

That's not what John wanted to say, and the frown on your face made him regret his words instantly.

"Sorry, that's not- that's not what I… Just if you guys need help with anything maybe I can-."

John Walker took the bait. There was no chance now that you would let him off the hook.

"Actually Officer, we could use your help. Our heating system does not work properly. It makes strange noises and the highest it can go is to a 69 degrees."

The honest confession took John by surprise. He now waited for you to invite him inside and with a step to the side you do.

You close the door, your eyes never leaving his figure.

"Look who’s here to help Bob!" You shout over Officer Walker's head. Pointing at him. Bob stood on a small stool pretending to try repairing the heater himself, that he took his shirt off completely wasn't part of the plan.

You just rolled your eyes at him and let the scene unfold in front of you.

Officer Walker had a little bit of red on his face since he took Bob's appearance in. When Bob made his way over to him to shake his hand he even flinched for a matter of seconds.

Poor man, you thought to yourself.

"Thanks for helping, man, I've been trying to get this thing to work since midday."

John doesn't respond, he just takes the tools out of Bob's hand and goes straight to work.

Safe to say Bob and you had the time of your lives. Officer Walker was determined to get the heater fixed. His movements were precise, his focus only on the problem in front of him even letting out a few frustrated groans from time to time.

You were surprised, even though he looked a little untrained for a Police Officer you could see his biceps flexing a little.

Bob on the other hand was fixated on the Officer's lower half trying to find out what he hides beneath his work pants.

John really hoped he would not be able to fix the heater. It would be a great excuse to come back. He then sees a broken cord. At first he thought an animal had bitten it in half but it was too clear, it was cut through with something sharp.

Before he can think about it too long Bob starts to talk. Pulling everyone out of their thoughts.

"Officer, can I offer you something, a beer?"

John looks over to the two of you.

"No thank you I don't drink when on patrol." He fixes his gaze right back on the heater.

Bob gets himself and you a beer from the fridge. After a few sips it's your turn.

"And Officer, where is your partner? Isn't it common to patrol in pairs. I mean isn't it dangerous to be out all alone?"

He smiles to himself because you were right. It's unusual for an Officer to patrol alone. Now he had to decide whether to tell the truth or not.

"Well, I prefer to work alone and the other Officers prefer to not work with me."

You and Bob just nod at his answer. You didn't had to dig any deeper, you already knew. Nobody wanted to work with a man who was stripped of all his titles, fallen from everyone's grace.

Poor man. You thought to yourself again.

But Bob just got started. He wanted to see how far they could drag him.

"At least a family waiting for you back home, Officer?" You gave Bob a kick in the back of his knee. You didn't want to scare John Walker off.

He let's out a deep breath.

"No actually I don't but it's fine." You and Bob were sure you two never met someone this honest. The sad truth was John Walker had nothing to lose.

That was the reason he ignored to cutted cord.

"I think you guys have to make it till tomorrow. Can’t fix it with those tools."

And of course you two pretended to believe it.

You escort him back to the front door.

"We expect you back tomorrow at the same time." You bat your eyes at him, your hand holding his biceps for a second.

"Yes Ma’am." Is all he manages to breathe out he then leaves on his heel. This time he drives off instantly because you were still watching him.

When he is out of sight, you're back indoors.

"Ma’am. How old those he think I am?"

"Maybe he gets off of it."

"As long as I get to call him Sir in exchange, that's fine."

Bob shakes his head and gives you a slap on the ass then grabs it and pulls you into a kiss.

"Stop Bob, it was a long day for me. I am going to bed, without you."

"Oh come on, you can stay awake a little longer." He places his hand on your hips and pushes you against the wall. You laugh into his mouth, pushing him away.

"I am not. I need my sleep to keep up with you, little maniac." Bob just rolls his eyes and you head off to your room.

He makes his way over to the heater fixing the cable he just cut an hour prior.

With the adrenaline rushing through his veins John didn't even think about sleeping. He finished his report which took him only a few minutes since nothing happened, at least nothing he should write down. He also catched up on the report he forgot.

At 10 am he still wasn't asleep so he decided to head to the grocery store. He was basically out of everything.

When he comes back out of the store, putting away the bags into his car he sees you. You're standing a little hidden, nearly behind the store. Then a man approaches you. No greeting, you're just gesturing for him to follow you. Then you and the man are out of sight and John waits. When the man came back the smile he had on his face was unnaturally wide.

You hold onto a cigarette and make your way over to a parked car in which Bob sat behind the wheel.

John shook the thoughts away as best as he could but the questions still infiltrated his head. From what he saw it looked like Bob pimps you out. No, he wouldn't do that and you would never let that happen right? It didn't work in favour that Bob ruffled through your hair and then gave you a kiss on the cheek.

With his mind racing he got a good two hours of restless sleep. He nearly forgot to pack up the tools for later.

Every time he pulled into this street his blood started to rush a little faster than usual. When he got out of the car the door already opened and John stepped inside without another invitation.

You were still in your room. Bob was the one who opened the door. John closed it behind him and noticed your absences. Then Bob, who stood right in front of the heating system.

"Sorry man, I just got it fixed." John could feel that the air was already warming up. Now he was a little sad, there was no reason for him to be here anymore.

"Well then I will go back to my car since you no longer need me."

"Who said we don't?" The question hung over the both men, till you came downstairs.

"Officer Walker! It's such a pleasure to see you."

He tugged at the collar of his shirt.

"Since the heater is already fixed I was just about to leave."

You pouted at him with the biggest eyes you could pull.

"You rather spend the night outside in the cold sitting in this worn out car and listening to bad music on the radio than to spend it with us, inside where it's warm?"

The way you phrased it was brutal, but it was the truth. Who in their right minds would choose the first option?

So a few seconds later he sits on the couch. His legs pressed together his shoulders tense. Bob sat a few inches away from him. He and you stole glances from each other while you made your way right behind the couch.

Your hands come to John Walker's shoulders, pulling him back with a little force.

"Officer, you're quite tense up here, let me help you out." And the way you said it, so innocent and sweet, made sure that he wouldn't protest.

Your fingers worked magic, you seemed to hit all the right spots, his eyes rolling back into his head. Bob soaked in the show while some barriers broke inside John and he doesn't shy away from a certain question.

"I saw the two of you early near the grocery store, what were you guys doing?"

You look over to Bob in panic but he was as chill as ever.

"What do you think we were doing?"

"Honestly, from my perspective it looked like you were pimping her out."

Bob and you laughed first and John chimed in. You were relieved, this was far more away from the truth than he could imagine.

"Well in any of these scenarios I would be the one to pimp out Bob, I have dignity, Bob is the one without a gag-reflex."

"Hey dont phrase it that way, you put me in a bad light." Officer Walker started to tense again, so you intensified the massage a little.

"Seems like the massage is not working properly. He looks tense again." Bob raises his eyebrows at you. Now it was all or nothing, and poor John couldn't do anything about it.

Bob shifted a little closer and started to whisper right into his ear. His hand was already flying to John's thigh.

"Officer, let me help you relax." John swallowed hard but before he could do anything you placed a hand under his chin and forced him to look at you while Bob made his way between his legs.

"Let Bob do what he can do best, trust me your pretty head will be empty in no time." John should have definitely done something. He should have stood up, left this house and never come back. But how could he when you looked down at him with those soft eyes and Bob's delicate fingers working their way.

Careful Bob opens the belt and pushes down the pants and the tight boxers. The sight which then unfolds in front of him makes his mouth water. Bob looks up at you and you give him a sign to start.

Well when the neighbors called the police because of your fight with Bob the other day they would definitely call the Police again because of the sounds Officer Walker let out of his mouth.

You thought Bob was loud but Officer Walker took it to another level. While Bob worked his mouth on his dick your hands roamed over his chest and every so often you had to place your hand over his mouth.

"Damn, he is so responsive." Bob spoke, also to get a good breath of air. He had drool on the lower half of his face and on his shirt. His eyes were teary, it was quite the view.

You spoke directly to Bob holding the Officer's head in place with your hand over his mouth.

"Right? I think if you don't let him come now he’s going to explode any second." The look you and Bob exchanged speaks for itself and Bob goes straight back to work.

John started to squirm, the whole situation was overwhelming for him. Still you didn't loosen up your hold on him. Bob pins him down by the hips and with one final push all the way down the Officer's cock he comes down Bob's throat.

Bob leaves his cock instantly, he manages to keep some of the cum in his mouth. He pulls you into a kiss and you swallow, greedy for a taste. It was a miracle that John didn't black out by this view.

Bob goes back into his place between the Officer's legs, fiddling with the pants.

"Come on John, let's put you back together, what would your co-workers think, when you clock out, looking like a mess?"

"How- How do you know my name?"

You and Bob were lucky that right in that moment a call came in for John. He put himself together and left without another word spoken.

When the door closed behind him you gave Bob a hard smack on the back of his head.

"Idiot."

"Yeah, I know." He sounded like a hurt puppy.

Bob really felt bad letting the name slip and started crying heavily. You pull him into your arms, slowly stroking his back to comfort him.

"Dont worry Bob, he will come back."

After John paid the call a visit, it was not an intruder only the neighbours cat, he made his way back to his apartment. He still couldn't wrap his mind around how you both found out his name. He didn't have any online presence. He doesn't know what kind of game you guys were playing but he sure was going to fire back.

He pulled out his work laptop and typed Bob's full name in the data-bank but there was nothing. He typed in your name next, also nothing, also no social media presence as if you two don't exist.

He didn't wait for his next shift, he wanted answers, now.

"Officer Walker what are you–"

"Stop the bullshit, I am off duty.”"

You take a step back and let him come in. He had his hands on his hips, his forehead curled.

"Where’s Bob?"

"Oh he is…Somewhere else."

He loses his patience. He pushes you right against the wall, his hand on your throat.

"You will give me an answer to every question I have, no lying." You just started to laugh.

"You know it's pretty rude to come into my own house, overpower me and then make amends."

You give him a dedicated kick into his stomach and he tumbles back. It took him by surprise, you were stronger than you looked. Problem was, his technique was better so after a few minutes of fighting he had your arms tied behind your back and sat you down on a chair.

"You know what this would look like when someone comes in?"

"As I said, I am off duty. Nobody is coming sweetheart." The nickname made this whole situation inappropriately hot.

He leans closer to you, then shys away after realising what is happening in his own body, the bulge already forming inside his jeans.

Your eyes wander down between his legs.

"You know, you’re just a freak like us."

The statement makes his face turn red in anger, he pulls your head back by your hair.

"How do you guys found out my name?"

You smirk at him, to make his blood boil even more.

"I overheard two other Police Officers talking about you, John Walker. One called you a disgrace, the other a fallen hero. Now, which one is right?"

He tugs at your hair even more.

"Stop that. Stop the lying."

You roll your eyes at his dramatic behaviour.

"You know if you pay the right person online, you can find out everything right?"

Now he just looks at you in disbelief.

"Why–why would you do that?" You just shrugged. The honest reason was that it was a test. You and Bob wanted to know if John told the truth. So far he never lied, not even once.

"Okay, next question. Why is there no data about you and Bob? No birthdate, no relatives, nothing. Why?"

Now that was a problem. You tried to overplay it with fake confidence.

"Aw, I feel honored. You looked us up in your silly little data-bank at the police department, yes?"

"Jonathan F. Walker, maybe you shouldn't worry so much about the past and rather focus on what is happening to you in the present." Your use of his full name caught him off guard.

You use the silence to discreetly spread your legs. Good thing that you choose to only wear a long shirt around the house and no pants.

"Come on Sir. This world has abandoned you. It chewed you up and spit you out at the tender age of twenty-six. When was the last time you did something just for yourself John? When was the last time you were selfish?"

And there he was. You could see the exact moment where he thought -fuck it-. He dropped to his knees, pulled your underwear to the side and worked his tongue right over your clit.

You moaned out, taken a little by surprise. The stubbles on his chin against your sensitive skin, the coarse skin of his hands on your thighs. You could have come right on the spot.

"Please Sir, not so fast, I wanna enjoy this a little longer." Your voice is laced with faux seriousness.

He raises his head up a little.

"Yes Ma’am"

You really wanted to bury your hands in his hair but you were still tied, so you just gave in. Savouring every second. His fingertips dig into your tight leaving marks, but you don’t care. He drags one nail all the way down to your knee, the pain makes you jolt in pleasure.

"Sure you like that." He murmurs into your pussy.

"Yes Sir." Was all you could breath out feeling your climax crawling closer by the second. He pulls you closer to him, his crooked nose disappearing in your folds.

It's the sight that sends you right over the edge, while you do so he covers your mouth with his hand.

Then this fucking bastard winks at you. "The neighbours." His free hand moves to hus belt but before the scene can go any further a loud click echoed through the house.

Neither of you heard Bob coming in. Now he stood right behind John, the shotgun pointed at his head.

"Hands up. Move away from her, slow." Bob was suspicious of the scene. You normally didn't like being tied up.

John does as he is told. Bob keeps his shotgun pointed at him while walking over to you. You turn your back to Bob, he unties you with one hand and hands you the rope.

"Why don't you return the favour to our Officer?"

Well John's fighting technique was better than yours but your rope game was stronger. Experience is everything.

Now he sat on the chair you sat in earlier. While the two of you argue in another room.

"He came here because he wanted answers. He couldn't find us in the police data-bank. And he wanted to know how we found out his first name."

"And what did you tell him?"

"The truth Bob, nothing more nothing less. And still, he didn't leave."

"Bucky will kill us." Bob groaned out in frustration, not because he was actually scared.

"I know but maybe we could all come out of this with mutual benefits. He is lonely Bob and just imagined having a Police Officer in our team. The opportunities!"

"You’re right, still, Bucky will kill us."

"Lets show him a little at first. Let's see how he reacts. When you pointed your shotgun at him he didn't even flinch Bob."

The look he gave you both when you made it back in his sight was heartbreaking. He fully embraced what would come next, it nearly looked like he was at peace about it.

Bob leans over to you again, whispering.

"Damn your right. This man is done with his life."

Bob holds the shotgun right to John's chest, he doesn't move one inch.

"Youre lucky that you're so pretty man. We're going to show you something then you decide how this little situation goes."

Bob leaves the room again. John pulls his head in your direction.

"So you guys also figured out why I am only an Officer by twentysix?"

You nod and John huffs in response.

"But as you see John, we don't care. We all went through stuff we rather not talk about."

Bob comes back and throws a huge, black container at John's feet and you open it. Thousands of small plastic bags filled with white powder were tucked in the box.

John just looks up in disbelief and a somewhat painful expression.

"Cocain? Really? Couldn't it have been weed or adderal? Do you guys know how fucking unhealthy, no... dangerous this stuff is?"

Bob raises an eyebrow at him.

"Says the man who eats burgers like he breathes air."

"I don't want to have anything to do with this."

Bob's hands tensed around his gun. It is you who talks next.

"Well, we don't want you involved either. We just want you to keep your mouth shut."

All of a sudden John rises from his chair and reaches out for your hand for a handshake while looking at Bob, a stupid smile on his lips.

"Deal."

The next time John came over he needed a few moments to adjust. Sure he had some experiences with alcohol and weed when he was a little younger but looking at Bob while he took a full line was something else. And to be honest it turned him on more than it should.

"You should try it too."

"Bob no, stop." You shout out from another room.

"She just doesn't like it because the last time she took it she had the biggest nose bleed of her life." Bob whispers over to John, you can still hear him.

"We had to go to the hospital! Also that time I really gave you a black eye."

"And I liked it!"

"Yeah because your a sick-fuck Bob."

Bob winks at John who clings onto his bottle of beer. He pulls his head in Bob's direction.

"So you like getting hurt?"

Bob just laughs and climbs into John's lap.

"Maybe Sir, you know I never got much love back home."

"Well let's change that." The next thing you hear were sloppy wet kisses.

You made your way over to the living room where John and Bob were in full action but your target was the kitchen counter.

Out of one of the drawers you pull a slim plastic vial with your last pre-rolled joint.

You put it between your lips and wander over to the couch. After you lit it up John recognized the smell immediately and pulled away from Bob's mouth.

"You smoke?"

You shrug at the question.

"Told you everyone of us has their own shit going on. Want a hit?" You hold the joint in his direction.

"I can’t if someone finds out about all of this I am losing my job." Bob laughs at that.

"Sweet, you really think losing your job is the worst possible outcome?" Now that Bob mentioned it he realized how stupid this thought was, John would end up in jail or worse. It scared John how little he cared about that.

Bob pulled him into another kiss. You sat there watching, your heart filling with joy while the weed is makes its way into your system.

"Don’t have to worry about the smell. This my last one, since your friends busted my dealer a few weeks ago I couldn't find a replacement. This town is just too damn small." John hummed in agreement.

You watch Bob leaving the living room and at some point you take the chance and crawl into John's lap. Your hands roaming over his face. He was completely flushed from the kissing with Bob.

"You're both quite a handful." He says while closing his arms around your hips without hesitation.

"Normaly Bucky takes care of us. Especially of Bob. You will see when he is back, he will love you."

Without realizing it your hips started to move. You could taste a little bit of Bob on John's lips.

"Hey, today is my turn."

You turn your head around and roll your eyes at Bob.

"Yeah Yeah stop the whining and calm down. It's not my problem that he prefers me."

John just wanted to say something in his defense but Bob was already back at him, pulling up John's sweater. Bob bit and tug at every inch of skin he could get his teeth on. Leaving dark purple bruises and deep red scratches and John seemingly got off of it.

You giggled, that was actually what you had intended. Bob always got quite possessive. You wanted to see what John would do about it. Well, John definitely enjoyed the assault Bob did to his skin.

You watch the spectacle a little longer then you decide to call it a night. You didn't want to go between Bob and John today. Bob was just about to mark his territory and you wouldn't fight him about it, at least not today.

"I’m heading off guys, have fun."

But John grabbed you by the wrist. "Stay here, please?" Bob started to pout already.

"Trust me John I can make you feel real good." Bob licked all the way from John's waistline up to his chin, but John was determined. He grabs Bob's face forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"I know you will make me feel good but I still want to eat her and you will not complain, understood?" Bob whines and nods.

Oh John and Bucky will go along just perfect. Was your last thought before John pushed Bob slightly away and turned to you.

He gets rid of your pants and panties and lays down flat on the couch.

"You sit down on my face. And you Bob do what you did the last time." Now there was heat in yours and Bob's cheeks. You basically spoke in unison.

"Yes Sir."

John's tongue was magic to say the least. He just knows when to apply pressure, when to go soft and this view? Breathtaking. His face between you tights, he looked like he was in heaven and maybe he was. Then he decided to test the waters and slowly pushed a finger inside of you. A deep moan dragged through you, your upper body falling forward.

Bob on the other hand had a hard time concentrating. Your and John moans and your ass bouncing from John eating your pussy were quite the distraction.

John's hand manages to find Bob's face. He pushed you up a little so he could speak.

"Come on, Bob, focus, you can do it." And with that John pushed Bob's head down and started thrusting into him. Now it was Bob's gags which shamelessly filled the room.

It was too much for you and without further warning you came all over John's face. And when he came inside Bob's throat John's moans were swallowed by your pussy.

You then decide for yourself to get up from your position. The both of them were catching their breaths while you made your way over to the bookshelf. Your legs felt heavy but you managed and the next thing everyone hears is a loud click and a bright flashlight.

John's eyes widened in panic.

"Relax man, it's an analog camera, she's been obsessed with it since she bought it at a flea market last year." Bob's voice was hoarse which made you giggle.

"And it was only 10 bucks." You hold the camera high in the air like a prize. John just smiles and shakes his head.

John then pulls Bob into his arms and you take another picture. John takes Bob's face into his hand, his thump stroking over the faded bruise under Bob's eye.

"Might now tell me what happend?"

You were in the middle of putting your clothes back on and froze while Bob started to laugh. You never found this situation funny to begin with.

"Well, it was actually her fault."

You shoot Bob a piercing look, then you suck in a deep breath.

"I was alone around here and spilled my tea and was too lazy to wipe it off right away, then i forgot and–"

"And I came home through the backdoor, didn't see the puddle, slipped and bumped face first into the kitchen island–"

"And I was freaking out, urging Bob to drive to the hospital but he didn’t want to and then we started arguing–"

"Which then must have led to the neighbors calling the police."

Bob had a smug smile on his face while you hid yours in your hands out of guilt and embarrassment.

"That is the most cliche story I ever heard."

Since you were still too embarrassed to speak, Bob continued.

"That’s why we didn't tell you, would you have believed that?"

John just shakes his head from left to right and chimes in with Bob’s laughter.

"When the two of you are finished with making me feel completely stupid, are you guys coming to bed?"

"I think I will keep John occupied a little longer." Before John can say anything Bob's lips are on his. You wave them off and head to your room.

When John got back to the police station for his next shift he didn't go straight for the exit when he left the sheriff's office. His target was the evidence room. He covered himself in a shit ton of deodorant beforehand so nobody would smell the bags who sat in a box in the far back of the shelf labeled with the date of confiscation, when he put them into the inner pockets of his jacket.

When he got back, you and Bob sat in front of the tv. Not paying it too much attention. Bob was half asleep and you were lost in your thoughts.

You put a finger over your lips, sighing for John to stay quiet. He sits down to your right handing you some plastic bags, your eyes widened in surprise.

"John, how? Where?"

"Doesn't matter, hope it's enough? I can get you more if you want."

"Enough? John, this will last me for weeks!" You give him a big hug, pressing as hard as you can and he just smiles at you. You get straight to work.

The next few days nothing out of the ordinary happened. John slept most of the time at the house instead of driving all the way back to his apartment. Then on Friday he received a call over his private phone in the middle of the day.

It was an emergency and every Officer available had to come. He pressed a thick kiss on your forehead and one on Bob's cheek and then he was gone. You wouldn't see him for the next two days.

When John arrived at the department everyone was hectic. Over half the Officers were talking on the phone. John was pulled to the side by the sheriff himself and got a short brief.

A young girl, Jessica Randal, 15 years old has been found dead behind a dumpster. She was in perfect health but died of a sudden heart attack. The autopsy revealed drugs or rather direct cocaine intake.

John's poker face was perfect in every way. He sat down at his desk which already collected dust and made himself busy. For two days he made calls which led to nothing and was present when people were interrogated. It all leads to nothing.

He was finally sent away to rest, but he didn't go to his apartment, he went home. What he couldn't know was that it was also the day of Bucky coming back.

So when he stormed into the house in his uniform, out of breath wanting to warn you and Bob he couldn't know that Bucky came right out of the basement and stood behind him. And without letting everyone talk, Bucky sent the intruder right to sleep with a precise and hard punch to the back of his head.

Next thing John knew was that he was bound to a chair, again but this time with cuffs instead of rope. His mouth was also gagged while he sat in a dark room only able to hear you fighting with someone who was not Bob.

The door opens and in slips a shaking Bob who warns John before he turns on the lights.

"John I am so sorry we didn't have time to talk to him, he just came back an hour ago." Gentle Bob takes out the piece of clothing from John's mouth who then rings for air, Bob also takes the cuffs off.

"They sound like they are about to kill each other!" John was worried, not about his situation. He was worried about you.

"Dont worry she can handle him. Not gonna lie, we messed up."

While Bob comforted John, you and Bucky gave a scene right out of a drama movie from the early 2000s.

"I have been gone for three weeks and you two set hell loose. What were you even thinking?!?"

"You said we could have fun!"

"I said, have fun but don't get the police involved. And what did you guys do? You got the police involved!"

"Trust me Bucky, he is not like the other cops, just give it time."

"Not like the other Cops? Are you even listening to what you are saying? He is a Cop! We don't need him sniffing around here."

"He doesn't need to sniff around, he already knows."

Okay you shouldn't have said that. Furious, he storms off right to the room where John was chained to the chair.

"Bucky wait, don't hurt him, Please!" Your voice cracked halfway through the sentence.

He ignores you, blind with anger.

When Bob hears the heavy footsteps coming up the stairs he positions himself right before John.

Bucky storms in, his gun loaded.

"Bobby I will only say this once, move."

"Bucky i will not its not his fault that–"

"Your right it's yours how could you both be so fucking stupid?!"

Bucky had his gun now directly pointed at Bob's head. John stood up and shoved Bob to the side now the gun was directly pointed at him and everybody, including you standing in the door frame, froze.

"Let them out of it, Bucky! I came here because I wanted to. If you so desperately want to kill me then do it. I don't care."

John literally takes Bucky's hand and leads the gun even closer to his own head.

The look Bucky sent your way and Bob was bloodchilling, but still he lowers his gun. You just let out a sign of relief but then Bucky raises his first and gives John a punch right on the nose, which knocks him out again.

The next time he opens his eyes Bob hovers over him with a soaked towel, he tries to rub away the blood.

"Hey, sorry he is normally a total sweetheart, he just has to warm up." John just huffs. His hand finds the spot on his face which still leaks a little blood.

"Yeah I see, he is definitely the sweetheart type. Are they still fighting?"

'Yes but she’s about to win. You rather want to stay alone tonight or?" John already pulled Bob next to him.

While they slowly drift off into sleep you and Bucky were still on it.

"Bucky please. I know you're angry right now but try not to worry, Bob and I had everything under control."

"And when exactly were you about to tell me?"

"Well, when the time was right." You dare to step a little closer to him and he doesn't step back.

"Bucky, please. Don't be so harsh. We did everything you told us. No internet, we were careful while delivering, we even ate fruits and vegetables like you told us to."

Bucky rolls his eyes but you know the last part made him melt, at least a little. You go over to the refrigerator and pull out a cold beer for him. Making sure your movements were a little slower than necessery so he could take your figure in fully.

You never saw him drink anything this quick. He places the empty bottle into the sink and closes the distance between you and him.

He picks you up and sits you down on the counter. His mouth is already at your neck, you shriek out at the sudden touch.

“I’m so sorry for screaming at you love, let me apologize.” His hands are already at the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head and tossing it on the ground.

His face goes directly between your boobs. Then his lips find your nipple and he immediately starts to suck.

"Oh god Bucky, we're prep food here."

"I know Love, you're my favorite meal." And that was an understatement. His mouth finds your pussy on instinct. He eats you out like he is starving. After what feels like hours of him working is tongue over and inside you you come with a pitched scream, hoping that you didn't wake up John and Bob.

Your body moves upwards with his right hand he pushes your back onto the counter. You only hear the sound of his zipper pulled down. With one smooth motion he is completely inside you, stretching you out deliciously.

You grip onto the counter for dear life. Your moans a constant switch between high and deep.

"I missed you, I missed you both with my whole heart but fuck, this was a little too much for one day." He pounds into you harder.

"I know Buck, I'm sorry."

"No Love, I am. I overreacted. I should have listened to you and Bob." You can not answer, he basically pushes the air out of your lunges.

After some time his grip on your hips tightens and with one deep trust you come together. Your legs on his shoulders shaking like crazy while you feel his cum making its way into you. He collapses on your chest placing a few soft kisses here and there.

When you catched your breath your whispering filled the room.

"Maybe you should apologize to John next, he didn't do anything wrong."

The next morning John rolled over to his side and reached out but Bob was already gone. He sat up in a sudden adrenaline rush. What time is it? He couldn't find his phone so he stood up and reached for the door.

When he sprinted down the stairs he came to a sudden stop seeing all three of you sat down at the kitchen table.

His hand unconsciously wanders to his nose while looking at Bucky.

"John, take a seat." you told him. When he was sat you continued.

"We talked about yesterday and–" Just then John remembered the reason for his visit yesterday. The reason why he couldn't come over for two days straight.

"Wait before you go on, I have something to tell." Then he talked about everything going on at the station. When he came to an end Bucky let out a grumpy huff.

"We don't sell to kids. We make sure that everyone who buys it uses it themselves."

John's cheeks reddened a bit.

"Well then, you guys got some kind of competition." You, Bob and Bucky exchange a look John couldn't interpret, then silence until Bob moves from his chair.

"John, maybe you shouldn't come here for the next couple of weeks." Your words let Bob and John shudder.

Before John can even think to protest, Bucky makes the statement clear.

"You're not coming here John, understood?"

And John nods, like he doesn't care. Meanwhile his heart starts to hurt. Coming here to You and Bob made him feel like he belonged, that he was needed and maybe even loved.

Now he was expected to retreat, but he would not put up a scene. When he was no longer wanted here, he would respect that.

He doesn't question it. He stood up and gathered his stuff, without looking at anybody. You just sat in your chair watching his every movement. Bob made himself busy in the kitchen and Bucky retreated to the basement.

When he was right at the door Bob stopped him.

"Wait before you leave, I made you lunch for work, later so you don't have to eat cheeseburgers the whole day." He hands John a brown paperback and gives him a thick kiss on the cheek.

"We’ll get back to you, I promise." John presses out a smile at Bob's words. All you manage to get out is a small "See you around." You weren't even sure if he could hear it all the way from the kitchen. And then he is gone.

Bob stood a little longer at the door. All of you are fighting your own battles from now on.

It took Bucky all his strength to not just drive over the house where he assumed the other dealers would be and shoot them down without question.

Bob surprised you instead of diving deeper into his drug addiction he used them less and less which caused some brutal withdrawal symptoms. He was more tense than usual. His gaze drifted away more.

And then there was you. Angry that someone interrupted your kind of peaceful life sure it wasn't perfect by any means but it was everything you needed and now it started to shatter once again.

You all three sat at the kitchen table. Bob was only physically present.

"Bucky, I swear to god, we will not move again. We brought this house to finally settle and calm down."

"You know that we can not control what happens. When the police bust them and our names leave their lips it is over."

"John would take care of it."

"John is not here, do you really want to drag him into all of this ?"

Now Bob shook his head before you can say anything and Bucky takes it as a no.

"Good that we cleaned that up, I will talk with some people. Hold it low, don't do anything stupid."

He gets up and throws his jacket over his shoulder before he leaves, he gives Bob and you a big kiss on the forehead.

When he is gone Bob looks in your direction, a knowing smirk forming on his lips.

"When are we going to do the stupid?"

In his apartment on the other side of town sat on his bed a heart broken John Walker.

He regretted nothing, not meeting you two, not coming back, nothing except one thing. He should have said something, that he wanted to be a part of the group, not just someone who comes over from time to time.

Sure you would kick him out. He was an intruder. For a whole night his mind was racing, what could he do? What could he do to actually help? He should do what he could to best, pretend to be an obedient Officer and gather as much information as possible.

Into his next shift he clocked in on time, he asked if someone else could take the patrol and got to work on his computer. He stayed extra hours. Everyone around him thought that he was eager, eager to crack this case so he could restrain a part of his former glory. Little did they know that he was determined to get his hands first on everything so he could protect the people he loved.

But the problem was: nothing happened for the next three weeks. Sure they interrogated a few school friends of the victim but of course nobody knew something with value.

At some point John had enough. He wanted to know if the three of you knew something he didn't. Hell he wanted to know if you guys were still there or fled in the middle of the night.

Unfortunately for John, Bucky was the only one home.

"John I- we told you not to come back." Bucky tried to hide his anger behind feigned concern.

"You said a few weeks, they are over now, where are Bob and–"

"John leave, right now!"

"Listen, I know you don’t like me, that you dont thrust me, you don’t have a single reason to but I need to know what you know so i can-"

"No John, you don't, you already know too much! I just want-"

"I worry about them too, okay? I don’t want to see any of you in jail or move away!"

It was Bucky who then closed the distance between them, of course. John braced himself for a punch, instead he was met with Bucky raspy lips on his own.

It felt different than with you or Bob. Bucky was rougher in his kissing, his touch, with everything in general. It still felt good, so good that as John leaned into the kiss, the both of them caught up in their doing, didn't hear Bob entering the living room.

Bob was as silent as possible. He wanted to see how this scene would unfold and he didn't want to interrupt any unspoken words. He hid behind the wall which separated the living room from the entrance of the house.

He listens and risks a look from time to time.

He hears that John pushes Bucky against a wall, then he sees how Bucky pulls at John's hair. Both of them moaning deep and desperate just as desperate as Bob who had his hand long in his pants, the other over his mouth to cover his own sounds.

What he doesn't hear is Bucky whispering into John's ear.

"Bob's hiding behind the wall, what do you say?"

"Lets take him upstairs". John whispers in response. Both men smiled like they made a deal with the devil.

John speaks up again, his tone full with mockery. "I knew you're a pervert Bobby but voyeurism? Really?"

Bob eyes shoot wide, his mouth falls open. He can already hear both men making their way over to him. He heads right up to his bedroom Bucky and John right behind him. He makes it into his room and wants to slam the door shut but John is fast enough to place his foot between the door and its frame.

"Come on Bobby, don't get all shy now." John then pushes the door open and Bucky closes it right behind him.

"Sorry Sorry i just didn't want to interrupt anything." While talking his eyes flicker between the two men. His pulse was audible in his ear.

Bucky then takes a few steps forward. His hand gently stroked over Bob's cheek. Bob was shaking like crazy. The gentle touch made it worse. The withdrawal made his mind a little foggy while his body got into a strange mix of freeze and flight mode.

"Everything okay Bob?"

"You guys are not really angry with me, right?"

Bucky just shakes his head and places a soft kiss on Bob's nose.

"Then, everything’s fine, I know my words." With that Bucky basically yanks Bob onto the bed. Tearing down his pants and underwear while Bob just whines under his touch. Just when Bucky's hands reach for the hem of Bob's shirt John interrupts.

"The shirt stays on." Bucky just nods at that and continues with placing soft but dragging kisses everywhere. While Bucky is busy with Bob's upper half John goes straight to work on the lower half.

When he starts to place kisses all over Bob's inner thighs he squirmed so hard Bucky has to hold him down.

Under his breath Bob started to mutter. "I must have died and this is my punishment."

John exchanges a concernd look with Bucky who tries to assure John that everything is alright.

John continues his work on Bob's tights while Bucky preps Bob with endless kisses while whispering in his ear.

"Dont worry Bobby, John over there will make the bad thoughts disappear."

Bob only whines and goes on with his muttering. Bucky grabs into Bob's nightstands and hands John a bottle.

John then uses the lube to cover his fingers in a thick layer, while slowly stretching him out Bob starts to sob. "More, more please."

"You heard that John? I think he is ready."

Bob's eyes were shut the whole time but as John painfully slowly entered Bob with his long and thick cock his eyes shot wide with bliss. Tears forming in the corners of his eyes, Bucky gently patting his cheek.

"Hey pretty boy, breathe for us, yeah?" And Bob does as best as he can. After some time something in Bob breaks and he wants more.

He searches eye contact with Bucky who holds him with incredible tenderness.

"Bucky, please, I want you too."

"John? Turn him around."

With that Bob was on all fours, John behind him, still in his uniform, Bucky in front of him. And finally the bad thoughts were gone, all of his thoughts were gone, he could have stayed like this forever.

"Look at him John, seems like you fucked his brain out."

"You know sometimes I wonder if he even has one or if he just thinks with his dick."

While Bob whines at the mean comment Bucky let out a small laugh.

After sometime all three of them could feel that they would approach their highs. Bucky pulled Bob's hair out of his face to look into his beautiful blue eyes. John tightened his grip on Bob's hips, strong enough for Bob to bruise on the spot.

"Look at you Bobby taking us both so well, want the both of us come inside you too? Make you feel full?"

Bob nods eagerly, which spurs John and Bucky on to take up speed. The feeling of both of them finishing inside Bob sends him over the edge. Bucky's hot cum down his throat, John filling his ass up from behind, his own release spurting all over his bed sheets.

Bob's body goes limp immediately, still trapped between Bucky and John. Bucky pulls out first making his way to the bathroom while John draws his climax a little longer. When Bucky comes back with a hot and wet washcloth John carefully pulls out what makes Bob fall into the bedsheets.

"Don’t worry he is always this messy." Bucky then tries to clean Bob with the washcloth but it was no use, he needed to shower.

"John, why don’t you take him to the shower. I will clean everything else up in the meantime."

John drags Bob to the bathroom and manhandles him into the shower positioning himself right behind Bob. He then grabs the shampoo bottle and cleans every inch of Bob’s body. Since Bob was still sensitive he wasn’t sure if John tried to be sweet or torture hin even more.

After a few minutes John wanted to ask if Bob knew where you were but Bucky came into the bathroom before he could do so.

"I think we have a problem." Bucky holds John's communication device in the air, a distant voice talking.

~New suspect in custody. Female, says her name is Veronica Chandler. Officer Walker to the department for interrogation. Repeat for confirmation. Over.~

That was your codename. As calm as possible he repeats the information, then he turns to Bucky.

"Give me two hours, don’t do anything." He leaves and Bucky turns to Bob.

"I am going to ask this one time Bobby, are you a distraction?"

"Sorry, you know she is convincing. I didn't know that John would pull up though."

Bucky opens his mouth but says nothing. He makes his way down the stairs, Bob hears something shattering on the ground.

Never in his life before had he driven this far over the speed limit. When he arrived you just sat on the bench, cuffed but nobody took notice of you.

No eye contact between the both of you, when John made his way over to the sheriffs office.

"Sir, you called?"

"Yeah, see that missy sitting out there? Harper and Wayne took her up near the supermarket. Luring around."

Good nobody found any drugs on you.

"And what, Sir?"

"She talked to Paul Whiteman, the crackhead of this town. I would bet my pants that she is up to something."

"So she is held here because she talked to another citizen? Sir, I think that is illegal."

"What is it, Walker? Rough times need rough methods."

John decided that it would be best for everyone if he said nothing. The sheriff gestures for him to follow.

"Miss Chandler?"

"Present." You gave a good impression of someone completely innocent. But in all honesty John could feel that the sheriff just needed someone he could blame.

When the three of you made your way into the integration room John was already on edge.

You sat down, John stood back at the door and the sheriff stood behind his side of the table.

"Miss Chandler, there will be no good cop bad cop bullshit i give you exactly one chance to confess you being involved in Jessica Randal death."

Okay that was stupid, nobody in their right mind would confess that easily right? Why the hell was the sheriff doing that?

It made it easier for you to lie, since he didn't leave room for anything else.

"Witth respect Sir, the only reason I am here is because two officers found it suspect that I talked to Paul Whiteman."

The slap with the backside of his hand stung like hell. John was quickly at stopping him before he could land another.

"Sir, I don’t think this is the proper me–"

"Shut it Officer, when I remember correctly you're not in the position to judge right? Leave."

And with that John Walker left the room. He left you alone with this asshole and you couldn't do anything about it. Sure you could have him exposed but that was under your dignity so you keep your head up and embrace whatever would come next.

27 seconds. That's how long it took for John to start his poorly scraped plan. The lights went out, pitch black darkness everywhere. He makes it back into the room where your heart sank into your stomach, the darkness making this whole situation even worse.

Then you hear a mug shattering, next a body falling to the ground. Someone pulling you up by the cuffs on your wrist and the next thing your take in is the cold night air into your lunges.

"Hurry, to the car."

He shoves you into the backseat. And gets himself behind the driver's wheel.

"John what are you doing, which car is this?"

"Just stay down okay? I will tell you later."

The drive was short, maybe ten minutes. You still didn't have a clue where you were heading to.

Then John turns into a driveway and yanks you out of the car and drags you near the woods behind the house. You both lay down and wait for what? You don't know, then you hear sirens and see blue flashlights filling the street.

They stop at the house in front of you. A few moments later some men were dragged out of the house. You blink at John, not knowing what to feel or say.

"Listen I know it's cold but you need to stay here okay? I will pick you up when everything is done. I will hurry, I promise."

How could you not trust his words after everything that just happened. After everything he just did.

You stay back and watch as he smoothly emerges with the scene. At some point everyone's leaving and all you could do was to wait.

Back at the departure sat a horrified sheriff, getting the wound on his head cared for. If it was on John he would punch him into an unconsciousness he wouldn't wake up from.

"Walker, what happened? Where has this missy gone to?"

"Excuse me Sir. What exactly are you talking about?"

"The woman in the interrogation room, where is she?"

"Sir, with all due respect when I got the call from you about a suspicious female I came here as fast as I could but when I arrived there was no woman here."

The sheriff blinks at John in disbelief.

"What has gotten into you, Walker? The woman, she was here!"

Everything happened as John hoped for the sheriff now sprinted towards him, pulling at his collar line a mad man and this time everyone in the departure could see it. Another Officer approached them, his voice low.

"Maybe we could look at the video tapes, from the cameras." And they did, not a trace of you.

The sheriff then fell into a rageful fit. Shouting and screaming at everyone.

John takes the chance and leaves without anyone noticing. He got back into his own car and drew the same route he just did an hour or so prior.

Your teeth are banging heavily, you can't feel your toes anymore. He picks you up and sits you on the passenger seat. The heat in the car is already on max. With one hand he pulls out a small key from the pocket of his shirt. A sigh of relief left you when the cold metallic cuffs fell down to the ground.

When you two arrive back home Bob and Bucky stand outside at the car, putting away some gear they were right at coming for you. When they see John's car and you're next to him they immediately freeze in their action.

You make your way out of the car over to them, your target is the warm house. They both give you a tight hug. Bucky helps you go inside while Bob goes over to John.

"Hey, you're good?"

"Let's just say, everything that needs to be done is done."

Inside, Bucky rolls you into every blanket he can get his hands on, which ends in you looking like an overweight caterpillar.

He then inspects your face and your wrists.

"Those bastards, I’m going to kill them."

"It was just one bastard but I think John took care of it."

Bucky applies some skin healing cream onto your assaulted skin.

"James, I’m sorry that is not what I had in mind. I just wanted to talk to Paul if he knew something and I thought it was John sitting in the police car. I was stupid s-sorry I." Now the adrenaline from the past hours is gone everything's crushing right onto you. No cohesive words coming out of your mouth instead heavy sobs and tears.

Bucky pulls you close, you're burying your face in his chest. Then you feel a warm body from your back and one to the side. At some point you fall into a light sleep and Bucky carries you to your bed where you fall asleep completely.

Downstairs all three of the men needed to take a deep breath. None of them were sure if there was anything left to say. After some comfortable silence it's Bucky who talks first.

"Thank you John." Bucky's eyes were soft, his words grateful and John, the stupid man he is, just started blushing in response.

"How did you found out it was them?"

"Well I talked to Paul Whiteman yesterday, he told me that one of them offered him some, but he could see from afar that the stuff was bad. Whatever that means. He gave me more information, and I tracked them down. I stole one of their cars and led the police right to their house. To make sure they are following the car I made a fake call a few seconds before I took out the light."

They both nod in acknowledgement.

"I think we could all need some sleep." Bob supposes and John and Bucky nod in agreement.

"You guys can go, I will clean up a little and then head to bed too."

John wants to offer help but Bob just takes him upstairs knowing that Bucky needs some time alone to unwind.

After another hour of tidying and cleaning up Bucky would call it a night. He goes upstairs for a short second he thinks about sleeping in his own bed but his fingers quickly find the door handle to your room.

You must be deeply asleep or else John's snoring would have kept you awake. Bob on your other side was so still that it nearly looked like he was dead.

Bucky decides to settle to your right to your waist. And within seconds he was in dreamland too.

The mean part about this was that you felt all of them in the night but you woke up alone. No wonder, it was already 3 pm when you woke up, 4 when you finally found the motivation to leave the bed.

When you came down the stairs you expected to be alone, instead John and Bob cuddled on the couch while Bucky stood in the kitchen. The smell of eggs and bacon hitting your nose.

"Hey sleeping beauty, we just did a round of rock, paper, scissors about who has to wake you. Bob lost."

Everything you had to offer was a big smile.

Bucky guides you to sit at the kitchen table and you eat in silence taking in the scene with gratitude.

After eating, and drinking your favourite drink Bucky and you make your way over to the couch settling in next to Bob and John.

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You really don’t know what you were thinking. Maybe it was the fact that you couldn't leave the house until John got fully rid of the sheriff. It's been two weeks so far. Let's say spending time alone with Bob was always an experience.

Bob couldn't get over the drugs completely but he managed to tone it down. Which led to your misery, now he wanted to make every time special.

And let's face it, when Bob pulls up his puppyeyes and asks you if he can take the line from your tits you just can’t say no.

Now you were bent over the couch table Bob and you on your knees, him mercilessly thrusting into you. Maybe at this point you all should save up for some new furniture. Then you remember that John sucked Bucky off against the fridge last monday and your guilt was gone.

"Bob I am so proud of you. 6 days is the longest strike you ever had."

"Not gonna lie to you, it feels great. Maybe I can make it to 7 days next."

He feels that you're coming closer and closer with every hit. His hand finds your throat. He holds your body up and takes up pace. Nothing but moans filling the living room.

"Can I come inside you just like John and Bucky, please."

"Yes Bob-Oh god yes!"

His final thrust sends you over the edge, the both of you screaming in unison.

He rests his head on the nape of your neck.

"You know I love you, right?"

A laugh escaped your mouth.

"Yeah I know Bobby, I love you too." You throw your head back at him with a big smirk on your face. "Now, something to calm down?"

When Bucky and John came back the whole first floor smelled like weed and sex.

Bob and you sat on the couch watching cartoons, laughing about literally everything.

"You two are disgusting, you know that?" Bucky was not amused by the state you two and the house were in but you didn’t care.

"Come on old man, loose up a little, next thing, I’m not allowed to pull up the thermostat?"

"Dont say that I’m just four years older than you."

"Not long and you can apply for senior citizenship." You knew his age is a sensitive topic but you were in the mood for a little fun.

Normally Bucky wasn't as mean or rough to you as he was with Bob or John. You were his princess after all but that was almost the only way to get him where you wanted him.

"I’m telling you one last time don’t–"

"Oh my god, is the hearing loss already kicking in?" You soaked in a deep breath and shouted the words in his direction again. "I just told you that not long anymore and you can–"

He was already at you yanking you over his shoulder, the destination, his bedroom.

John and Bob who were just laughing at the teasing now looked at each other.

"There is no way I am going to miss that." Bob breathed out.

John and Bob practically race each other behind Bucky.

He tosses you on his bed so hard you bounce back a little. He stands at the end of the bed clearly not as amused as you. He pulls you back at your ankles so that your ass is on display in front of him.

You still giggle a little seeing that John and Bob positioned themself on Bucky's lounge chair.

It was always a little fight about who would cave in first. Sometimes it was you when the pain became too much. On other occasions it was Bucky, when his feelings overwhelmed him and he couldn't put up with hurting you any longer. Most often than not it ended with him rambling little sorrys into your ear.

Well this time would be interesting. You were completely stoned out while Bucky had no intention of letting your behavior slide this time.

His flat hand on your ass sending a jolt of pleasure through your body even when it started to hurt, each slap landing with precision. After some time when your moans slowly transform into whines John feels the urge to intervene, Bob pulls him back by his collar to stop him from doing so.

"Don’t worry they are both close at caving in, I bet 10 on Bucky."

"10 on her, she looks like she's about to break in two."

They were both right but you started this little situation on purpose and Bucky going all soft on you wasn't the plan to begin with. So you pull up your best show.

"Please stop, I’m sorry I’m sorry." You whine and sob while trying to wriggle out of his grip.

And of course he stops but then he sees the smallest faint of a smile at the corner of your lips.

"Oh Love, you and your stupid games. Don’t think you can get out easily this time."

You swallow, hard. His voice was deeper than usual, his hands found their way back to your ass. Roaming shamelessly with intense pressure.

You throw your head back giving him big pleading eyes. For a sweet second he thinks about giving in then he remembers what happened about two weeks ago.

He then pushes you down with his hand right between your shoulder blades. His mouth lowers dangerously close to your ear.

"I’m not letting you off easy this time. I have not forgotten this studpid stunt you pulled. Bob and I were worried sick, if it wasn't for John you could be god knows where now."

He lowers a little more and gently bites the tip of your ear. You can practically hear him thinking, you start to become nervous, not able anymore to judge Bucky's actions at this point.

He slips a hand under your chin, cupping your face a little.

"Maybe we should let John decide what happens next."

Bucky turns your head so you both look at John who is basically a flushed mess from the show in front of him. The same counted for Bob.

And of course this motherfucker wanted to see you tied up, what else. At least he didn't use the metallic cuffs from his job but instead your own shirt. Well it was actually Bucky's but that didn't matter much at the moment.

You laid flat on the bed. Your hands tied to the bed post. Bob still sat on the chair as if he was waiting for instructions, observing everything.

John and Bucky stood at the end of the bed, admiring their work.

"I’m impressed, she usually doesn't like being tied up but when you do it she seems to enjoy it."

"Seems it, maybe we should leave for an hour or so, then she appreciates it even more."

They both laugh. They are actually laughing while you're tied to this stupid bed with nothing to cover you. You just want to say something but Bob is faster.

"Guy’s stop being so mean. We just had a little session earlier, she may be–"

"Shut up Bob, or you take her place." John’s voice is as stern as ever, which makes Bob nearly melt into the chair.

You see Bucky's hand slowly wandering over to the door handle. Maybe it's the drugs, maybe the fact that you're already kinda worn out but instead of giving them some sassy backlash your voice fell low.

"Please, don’t leave." It sounded like you were already on the verge of tears.

"Congrats John, you got her begging without even touching her."

Next thing you feel is two pairs of hands all over your body, grabbing, pulling, tracing. Their mouths, hovering, sucking, kissing every inch they can find.

At some point one of them freed your hand from the bedpost only for John to slip under you, flipping you around so that you were facing him.

He pulled you into a kiss. His tongue in your mouth is just as effective as on your pussy. It was a good distraction, so Bucky could slowly prepare your ass.

You were so dazed out maybe it's been seconds, minutes or hours you couldn't tell. The next thing you could really feel was that John and Bucky entered you at the same time with a cruel slow pace which made you moan out breathlessly.

You felt warm, they both radiated a heat towards you. Their moans fill your ears. That's when you decided to just let go and soak it all in. Your eyes roll back into your head while both of them pick up speed and before they can even form a rhythm, your first climax rushes over you.

Biting your lip to not give them the satisfaction but it was no use to throw each other a knowing glance.

"Didn't know you could be this desperate." John mocks at you then pulls you down by the face to fully rest on his chest, seeing the tiredness in your eyes.

"Sorry Love, but we just got started." Bucky gives your ass a final slap and rusts relentlessly into you. While John thrust up from under you.

You're drooling all over John's chest, the both man fucking into you as if it was their last day on earth. You could swear by the end of the night Bucky will need to buy a new bed. At some point you only nodded out incohesive words, the fifthly sound of skin clapping on skin filling the room.

All the while John cooes sweet words into your ear.

"You're doing so well for us sweetheart."

"Just a little longer, I promise."

He manages to gently stroke your head, a stark contrast to them pounding into you mercilessly

You could have swore you were at the verge of blacking out when Bucky scratches with one single nail over your back, the action making you jolt. He grabs your hair and pulls you back.

Holding you up by the neck never losing his rhythm.

"You're so good for us baby, but don’t you think we're forgetting someone?"

His glance wanders over to Bob, who looks back at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I–I am good, it already looks like a lot."

He really tried to hold himself back, cute. But Bucky knew what to do to make Bob lose his restraint.

Bucky gently forces your mouth open. Fucking his fingers inside, like you're not already a drooling mess. Some of it lands on your tits and Bucky massages it into your skin, Bob was a goner by then.

Now your head was back on John's chest, your mouth full with Bob’s cock. He still held back, his movements weren't as fast as the ones from Bucky and John.

It’s not like you haven't thought about this, you daydreamed about this exact moment nearly every day but you would have never imagined that it would feel so good.

"Look at our girl, she’s doing so well we should reward her." It was Bucky cooing you or was it John? You weren't sure anymore everything started to blur together.

A good couple of seconds later you feel it, their cum practically everywhere. Bucky goes first and buries himself deep inside you, which makes you move forward a little more so you feel John's cock even deeper in your pussy.

Bob took a little longer, John carefully steading your neck a little, so it would be easier to swallow. Good thing it was already Bob’s second round today so it wasn't as much as usual. The moan he let out while coming sounded as if it was painful.

Bucky pulled you up from behind again.

"Open up love, let me see." And without thinking you did, even pulling your tongue out a little.

"Good girl." He places a thick kiss on your neck and you fall forward back onto John's chest.

Bob falls back into the lounge chair. Bucky is the first to pull out, the action making you your back arch and hiss out under your breath.

The next thing you feel is that some gently pads your cheek.

"Hey princess, I know it’s been a long day but you can not go to bed like that." It was John. You didn't even remember him placing you on your side.

Suddenly you become hyper aware of everything. The pain in your wrists and throat, the tenderness between your legs and the stickiness everywhere on your body.

You shoot up from the bed a little too fast, your knees go weak, what ends in you nearly falling to the floor but John catches you. The touch sends your hyper aware nervous system into overdrive and you push him away.

You grab one of the blankets to cover your body and run right to the bathroom. John just stands there too stunned to speak.

"Give her a few minutes, it was quite a lot today." Bob knows what he is talking about, his body completely spent.

You didn't realize that the shower was already running when you came in. Bucky was right at getting himself dry and wrapped the towel around his waist.

"Left it on, should be the right temperature for you. Call for me when you need something." And with that he was gone.

You could have spent the rest of your life under the hot water but after a good 30 minutes you decided that you rather wanted to sleep. You also made to finally start the plans on building a bathtub in the guest bathroom.

When you make your way back into Bucky's room you see Bucky laying on the far left and John with his back pressed against the wall, between them an already sleeping Bob. Another mental note, you all need bigger beds.

You let yourself fall on the bed right between them. Your back pressed to Bucky who puts his arm over your waist and rests his hand on Bob's belly. You hook a leg over Bob's and take one of John's hands in yours.

A low whisper coming right into your ear.

"Just wanted to say, the sheriff, he will be gone next friday."

You bring out a smile at the good news.

When you fall to sleep the only thing you can think about is that this will be it for the rest of your life and you wouldn't want it any other way.

The next morning everyone’s sat at the kitchen table drinking a well deserved hot drink, either tea or coffee. You can basically feel every muscle and bone in your body but it was so worth it. From the shifting and small grunts you see that the three men also have their fair share of aftermath. It is so quiet you nearly drive back to sleep in your chair. It is a very welcomed, peaceful scene until the loud knock on the front door, followed by shouting.

Bob really had to use up all his willpower to not combust at the spot. That is definitely the funniest picture he has ever seen of you.

"No Sir, should I? Is she dangerous?"

"That is not your concern."

You roll your eyes, sometimes Bob is a little bit over the top. While on Bucky's behalf you had to pray that he does not strangle the other Officer right on the spot. 

You hear that Bucky comes back down with the other Officer. 

"Is there an attic or a basement?"

"Both." You shudder at Bucky's voice, you turn to John who is as pale as a ghost. With a hard push from you he stumbles to the side. 

When you roll a tiny bit of the carpet away and open a trapdoor his eyes widen even more. 

"Follow me or do you wanna get caught?" 

He runs after you without hesitation. Before closing the door behind you, you try to put the carpet back into place. 

From how hard your heart pounds in your ears you nearly miss how the door to the basement opens. 

You put on a small overhead light then pull a box from near the wall. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Loading my gun?"

"You can’t- you can’t shoot them. Officer Harper has children at home, god damn it." 

"Its just in chase. It’s them or us."

You don't miss the change in his expression and you're not pleased how he actively thinks about your last words.  

"Not a lot going on down here?" 

"We don't need much space, the house is too big for the three of us. We were thinking of renting the basement out at some point." 

After some awful silence they leave. A wave of relief crashes over you and John. 

While Officer Harper wants to inspect the kitchen, Officer Wayne stays with Bob near the front door. 

"You know, we usually don’t allow people like you and your little friend here, in this town."

Bob doesn't need time to come to a conclusion. Officer Wayne's eyes got stuck on Bob's fresh appearing bruises around his neck. 

"I don’t know what you mean, Officer." 

Of course they would confront Bob about it. He seemed to be the weaker one of the pair. First mistake already Bob would kill someone with just his teeth and fingernails.

"Sure you don't." Officer Wayne soaks in a deep breath, scanning over Bob from head to toe. "You should be careful where you are going at night." 

Bob says nothing, his mind going over all possible ways to give Officer Wayne a slow and painful death. 

"I think we're finished here, Officer Harper?"

Now both Officers were standing in the doorframe taking one last look around the house. 

"Until next time."

Somehow Bucky and Bob are able to press out a flat smile, Bucky muttering under his breath. 

"Fucker’s."

Knowing that you and John are safe again you both come down to a normal state. John asks you a question you would have rather avoided. 

"Where the hell are we?"

"Try not to freak out okay?"

You push another button and the room gets flooded with light, revealing the source of your business. 

"What the fuck!?"

Back at the kitchen table everyone is arguing with everyone. Words start to blur, tempers are rising. 

"In the god damn basement? Why not put a sign on the outside of the house, hey some fucking drugdealers live here?" 

"What did you think? That we are just some random middlemen?"

"Can we please stop fighting each other? We have other problems." Bob's voice cracks halfway through his sentence. 

"Bob? You're trembling like hell, are you okay?" 

"No I am not Bucky! Two fucking cops were in our house and one of them threatened me!"

"We're leaving tomorrow."

Now all three pairs of eyes are on you. Your voice is too calm, your words too certain. 

"This is all my fault, I ruined it by being stupid, I don't want any of you to be in more danger because of me." 

Your short sobs turn to deep breaths and still it feels like none of it ends up in your lunges. Bucky rises from his chair and crouches down in front of you, his eyes seeking yours.

"None of this is your fault, love. We will figure things out."

"Bucky… Maybe she is right. We should leave. I mean they have a picture of her for heaven's sake."

"Really Bob? You want to chicken out now?"

"Are fucking kidding me? Look at her!" 

"I’m really sorry. I’m so sorry." 

While your crying intensifies John's chest tightens. This wasn't your fault, it's his. How could he forget about the two Officers who brought you to the station that night. The only ones who know what you look like. 

"Give me some time, I get this straight." 

The next day at work John has to do something he would rather not do. Some would think that it's a cliche but aren't all cliches rooted in a little bit of truth?”

"I brought donuts!" 

Some pretend not to care but in a matter of minutes everyone is gathered around his desk. He needs to gather as much information as possible. 

At first it's just regular Office gossip. At some point John pricks up his ears. 

"I wonder who they will put in the Sheriff position." 

"Well definitely not Harper or Wayne."

John weighs in if he should ask further but the conversation goes on without him having investigated. 

"Why do you think that, weren't they best-?"

"They also talk about this mysterious woman as if she is real."

"Great, two more psychos."

John nods in faux agreement. Already regretting his very decision hemade so far beacuse over the course of the next weeks he will have to keep this game going.

Back at home you're glued to the laptop trying to find out more about the two Officers. Everyone has something to hide afterall. Bob and Bucky continue the usual business and so this routine continues for the next three weeks. 

Coincidence or not, Officer Harper and Wayne decided to take their paid vacation since they invested in the house which leaves more gossip for John at the same time.

You on the other hand were completely frustrated by the second week already. You dedicate your time to research. The only problem was that you couldn't find anything. Of course they had some barely maintained Facebook accounts but beside a few kind-of embarrassing pictures there was just nothing. 

At some point it happens that Bob and Bucky are fast asleep while you and John are still downstairs. Now he is the one using the laptop as if he is not doing enough already at work. 

"John, I know it's late Bucky and Bob are both asleep, would you mind driving me to the gas station?" 

"The gas station? Why?"

"I’m just looking for an excuse to get you away from this laptop and myself out of this house."

Now the two of you were driving around in the safety of the darkness. The radio humming in the background, John and you talking like you're still in some kind of a dating phase. 

"Now tell me more about Olivia." Your request caught him off guard but you're genuinely interested in learning more about John's past life. 

"Liv. I used to call her Liv."

"How did you two meet?"

John had this cute faint of red on his cheeks. 

"Oh It was actually kind of boring. She moved next door and one night we both sneaked out to go to a party, well it was actually the same party."

You turn your head to fully look at him, his eyes are fixed on the street but they shine like stars. 

"After the party we went on a few dates, got together and that's basically it."

"When was that?"

"We were both sixteen, we broke up shortly after our twelfth anniversary."

Over a decade. Bob, you and Bucky came together four years ago, well that is different. You knew Bucky for years already and when you two met Bob it immediately felt as if you knew him a lifetime if not longer.

"Do you miss her?" 

He takes a deep breath allowing himself to think about your question.

"Sometimes, when I don't know what to do, I think about her. She always had an answer to everything."

"And what happened?" 

"You know the saying that you fall out of love for the same reasons you fall in love?"

You nod and offer him a smile, your hand taking his. You two let his words hang in the air and you get lost in them until he pulls you out.

"Well, there is a gas station a short mile away, still need something?"

"Need? No, but I definitely want something."

When you come to a stop at the seemingly torn down gas station your hand cups his cheek. 

"I didn't mean to upset you."

"I’m not upset. It was good while it lasted. I’m rather missing our time together, than her as a person." 

"I get it, don't worry. Maybe you shouldn't tell Bob." 

Sneaky you steal a kiss from him while opening the car with your free hand.

"Can you get me something with coffein?" 

"Anything in particular?" 

"Just coffein!"

While you head inside John gets the urge to move. He doesn't stand outside for longer than 30 seconds until his back hits the hard concret pressing the air out of his body. 

A pair of strong but delicate hands fixated on his throat.

"You fucking bastard! I saw you that night! You're the reason my father will rot away in jail!"

The woman above John does not look familiar to him. With the repressed airflow; he is not able to think reasonable. When he attempts to speak she presses even harder and bangs his head against the hard ground. 

John can feel that he is at the verge of blacking out, his vision going blurry already. 

"Where is the little bitch that was with you! Tell me!" 

Relieved and worried at the same time John hears a familiar sound of a gun getting loaded. 

"You're not talking about me right?"

John needs a couple of minutes to come back to his senses then he starts the car, intuitively knowing where to head. He sits behind the wheel sweating like a sinner in church. 

You sit on the backseat with your gun on stomach level with the unknown woman. Rather girl, she looks pretty young. 

"Where are we going?" You feel almost pity for her, her voice broken and torn from crying. 

"Honey, you are not the one asking questions now."

You can see on her face that she is regretting every decision that brought her into this situation. 

"So your the daughter of one of the man who-"

"Please, I’m sorry. Just let me leave, I will never bother any of you ever again."

"Oh I make sure you will not." 

The car stops. It is quite outside, you don't need any nosy neighbors. 

"You will not make a sound or my boyfriend will have to clean our driveway free from your guts."

You feel nearly sorry when you see the horror on her face, then you remember that she nearly choked John to death. You grab her by the hair and drag her inside the house. 

"Hey, were you two on the go for a short- what the fuck!" 

Of course they had to be awake now. Both still a little sleep around their eyes. John is closing the door behind you, Bob is on him immediately inspecting the red bruises on his swollen throat. 

Bucky watches the spectacle, to him it seems like you have everything under control so he just continues to watch. 

"Bob, can you take care of her while I get something from the basement?" 

"With pleasure." Bob is utterly pissed by John's state. You hear him shouting while going downstairs.

"Was that you, you little fucking bitch!?"

When you come back you question if Bob was the best option to choose, at least he didn't shoot her.  

You take back your gun, point it directly at her head and throw the envelope right in front of her knees. 

"You will take this and leave this town. If I’m ever going to see your ass here you're dead, and your sister too." 

Her eyes shoot up at you not knowing where you got this information from.  She takes the envelope and risks a look inside. This time her eyes shoot up in disbelief as the tears leave as fast as they came. 

"Get lost now before I change my mind." And she does, like a rabbit free for hunt. 

"How much did you give her?" You roll your eyes at the pretty irrelevant question. 

"Does it matter, Bucky?"

"Calm down, I was just asking. Bob, are you okay?" Bucky speaks over your head. You turned around to face Bob and he pusheds you by the shoulders. 

"She nearly strangles John to death and you give her some of our money?!"

"Calm down Bob, it's not that serious." 

"Not that serious?! Look at him he-" 

"Bob shut it." 

"No Bucky, you shut it. She nearly killed him, I will cut that bitch open." 

"Oh hell no, you will not." 

Bucky passes you and stops Bob by grabbing him by the wrist. John can only watch, still in shock of what happened in the last hour. 

Bob pushes Bucky too in an attempt to free himself from his grip. 

"Bob, she is basically still a teenager, she is scared and has to take care of her family all by herself." 

"Bullshit, just straight up bullshit!" 

"Calm down Bobby lets just go back to our room-" The punch is impressive given the fact that Bob can not see straight with his teary eyes. It also has the effect of pulling John out of whatever state he is in.

Careful but quick you place your arms over Bucky's chest. John pulls Bob as tight as he can into his arms but it is no use; they go at each other like wild dogs. 

"It’s always calm down Bobby, you're too irrational Bobby, shut up Bobby you're just high. I am so fucking sick of this!"

"Maybe stop acting like a fucking cry baby all the time then!"

"Then you stop thinking your better than anyone else in this fucking room!"

Your gaze meets Johns who looks just as helpless as you. You weren't aware of Bob's feelings and it seems like Bucky and John weren't either. 

"Oh yeah sorry that I’m the one who always has to clean up after your shit." 

"And I am so grateful, thank you holy Bucky for saving me, even if I never asked for it."

"Okay stop it now before any of you says something they regret later." John tries to sound strong and reassuring but fails. 

They are pushing each other uncontrollably and next, the last thing you remember before you see pitch black is that Bucky stumbles in your direction while he raises his fist. 

A freeze flows over you as if you were at the beach, a nice thought but it's actually John waving a magazine over your head. The cold wet towel Bucky pats right under your nose lets you wriggle away in pain. 

"Oh good you're awake." 

"What- what happened? Where is Bob?"

"I accidentally knocked you out. He locked himself inside his room. Just let him cool off."

With your eyes now fully open you see the purple blooming under Bucky's eye. 

"Okay, that's it."

You always tried to be calm, composed even but enough is enough. You don't knock, don't ask for permission. Everyone of you knows how to crack open a lock and today you take advantage of it. 

"Leave my fucking room!" 

You dodge his attempts to shove you out.

"Sit." He stops completely, you see on his face that he is fighting an inner conflict. He made the mistake once to not listen to you when you're furious and he regretted it for weeks. 

Eventually he obeys, you close the door. The tip of your finger is enough to let his upper body fall onto the bed. You untie his belt, pants and shorts land on the floor. 

"What- What are you doing?" 

"Talk, now." At first you thought about going quick but you see in every fiber of Bob's body that he is completely pent up. Feelings hiding somewhere, where they don't belong. 

You start with placing soft kisses on his stomach.

"It just makes me angry that all of you think you're better than me."

"What makes you think that?" 

"You guys never take what I have to say seriously. Always talking over my head and most of the time I don't mind. I know that more often than not the stuff I say is dumb."

"Don’t say that." Your mouth wanders to kiss tights, the kisses mixing with short intentional licks and occasional soft bites. 

"When I have something to say, just- just listen." You can hear that he is suppressing a sob and it breaks your heart. 

"I- We will listen to you from now on Bob, I am sorry."

"It made me so incredibly angry, you know? John, this girl. I know that she is young and whatever but it still made me angry."

You say nothing, your hand moving up to cup his cheek, he leans into your touch completely. He lets out a deep breath, his body finally relaxing a bit. 

Slow but steady you work your mouth up and down his cock, salving it with your tongue. By the way Bob moves you can feel that he is drifting off to a place nicer than this hell. 

You keep a gentle pace, this is supposed to be relaxing, an apology even, only when his hips thrust up the tiniest bit you increase the speed.

Into Bob’s broken moans and whimpers mix some desperate words. 

“I’m sorry. I love you. I’m so sorry. I love you, all of you so fucking much. 

You feel his high coming pushing down completely which makes his back ache off the mattress. You take all of it, all of him. When you pull free you hear him crying, so you put his boxers back on and spread him gently throughout the whole bed, holding him until he falls asleep. 

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"So I just have to act like a brat and I get sucked off by you?"

Your eyes shoot wide at John's impossible comment. Bucky gives him a deserved smack on the head. 

"Ow, I was just asking."

"If you ever act out like that Bucky will take care of you, and as you know, he is not gentle." 

John seems to understand the threat burying his head in the newspaper again. 

"Morning." You smile at Bob who just came into the kitchen. His bed hair falling into his face.

"Hey Bobby." Bucky is the first to stand up pulling Bob into the tightest hug you have ever seen. 

"Sorry for the mess." 

"Nothing we can't handle right?" 

Bob nods then Bucky looks back at you.

"New Rule, you and Bob don’t leave the house, especially not with John."

You roll your eyes as if this was John’s fault. Bob bears it with composure. 

That same day John comes home with mixed news. The good news, the Ex-Sheriff has been sent to a psych ward, apparently he attacked two colleagues. The bad news, Harper and Wayne tacked all their left vacation on the end of their current one. 

So back to research it is. You can't believe that none of them has something to hide, again the darker side of the internet has your back. Officer Wanye to your surprise really seems to have a clean vest, you couldn't say that about Officer Harper. You call for Bob and Bucky to confirm your thoughts and they agree with you. 

After his shift you confront John with your discovery holding a picture of a woman in front of his face. 

"That is Officer Harper's wife, he has the same picture framed on his desk, why?" 

The following pictures cause a horrified expression on John's face, he can feel that his stomach is only a few seconds away from combustion. 

"How, no where did you find those pictures?"

"I am not telling, better if you don’t know. John, people buy those pictures."

"And you found them, where?"

"You just have to know where to look and pay the right price."

He knows there is no way you found them in a legal way but he hoped.

"Then they are useless in court." You know that you're not that stupid the question is, what now?

Bob and Bucky sat completely still but Bucky could not hold it any longer.

"John you, we have to do something."

"I know Bucky but I don't know where they are. Nobody does, not even his wife. I talked to her a few hours ago. She seemed happy with the fact that her husband is gone, now think about it…"

Again Bucky's short temper gets the best of him and this time you will definitely not stop him hoping that the table doesn't give in under his fist. 

"Oh come on John for fucks sake your sitting here telling me there is nothing you can do? Why are you a cop then? Aren't you supposed to protect the innocent?"

"What do you expect me to do? Unlike you I can't walk around and kill people as I please!" Somehow you doubt that statement. John takes a deep breath regraining his composure. "I am trying Bucky, the only thing we can do now is to file an anonymous criminal complaint. And I promise you that will take some time and will probably lead to nothing."

Before Bucky can throw more harsh words at John you take the word from him. 

"I will do that, I will make everything ready, Bucky you will bring the stuff to the police station."

Nobody has any objections so you head off to the basement where your printer is located and Bucky follows shortly after. Leaving behind a devastated John who starts to cry uncontrollably the second he is alone with Bob. 

"Hey, everything's alright, you are doing your best."

"That is the worst part, I know, yet it isn't enough. It is never enough." 

Bob stays silent and hugs John as tight as he can. 

Meanwhile you're fighting with said printer, of course he is not doing what he is supposed to do, print. Bucky just watches at first, how you're hammering on the plastic case, when you're short before ripping the thing out of the socket and throwing it on the floor he stops you pulling you into his arms. 

"This is all my fault Bucky, we should have moved to the woods or somewhere sunny like Bob wanted."

Just like Bob he stays quiet until you come down, well rather till your body gives up from exhaustion. He brings you upstairs straight to your bed and before he leaves he whispers in your ear. "I'll take care of it, don't worry." And with that you finally allow yourself to fall asleep so  for at least a few hours you don't have to worry about anything. 

When Bucky goes back to the basement Bob is already there, basically doing the same things as you did a few minutes prior but he gets some results. 

"Your alright?"

"No I am not but does it matter?"

"Hey, you know we figure something out we always do."

Bob is completely lost in his thoughts mindlessly nodding as the paper goes through the printer. 

"Maybe we should do something to clear our minds. Do you have any ideas?"

For sure Bob has. 

It takes a few puppy eyes but Bucky eventually agrees with the right precautionary measures

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"And what do you guys think?"

You didn't need to ask, their faces were saying everything you needed to know. Bucky lets out a wolfish growl, John a whistle. 

"Is that eyeliner Bob?" 

"Yeah, you don’t like it?" 

Oh John does, they both do and they were basically cursing themselves for denying a night out with you and Bob. 

"Alright, we have our emergency phones, some extra cash, the motel is already paid." 

"You forgot the goodbye kiss." Bucky pulls you close and presses a big fat smooch on your lips, John grants you a soft kiss on the cheek, Bob gets the same treatment and the two of you are gone. 

A quick stop at the motel, getting your key in advance and a couple of minutes later you and Bob are standing inside the shady club. 

There is smoke in the air not exclusively  from cigarettes, the people dancing around you all have unnatural-blown eyes, you can basically not watch five steps ahead. This is exactly what you needed. 

You are also in need of a light warm up so Bob and you get comfortable in a booth a little hidden from the crowd. After your third drink you feel a pleasant buzz and an irresistible urge to move but Bob has other plans. 

You should have known better, his hand already under your dress. 

"Bob I swear if we are getting thrown out because of you." 

"Oh Babe come on, try to loosen up a bit, for me?" 

One of the advantages Bob had were his delicate and precise fingers. It didn't matter if for rolling your blunts or packing up the goods so it was only a matter of seconds they were working their way inside you. 

While you're melting into the booth Bob has the nerve to look around as if you're not losing your mind right now. 

You don't know how long it takes, in clubs, time is nonexistent. What you know is that you feel hella relaxed afterwards and that this bastard even has the nerve to lick the very same finger clean he used to make you come with.  

At least he gives you a few minutes to come back to your senses bringing you a fourth drink. 

The beat is thumping, the drink in your hand is refreshing while Bob's warm and sticky hands glide over the curves of your body. Your arms are tangled round his shoulders constantly stealing open mouth kisses from each other. 

It’s unpreventable that you have to seek out the bathroom at some point. Well the women's bathroom at a club always hits differently.

You fell into a light chit chat with this really cute girl who let you borrow her brush. You were gone for what? 10 to 15 minutes at best.

Bob is not standing in the spot you left him so you have to start searching. You find him on the second floor near the bar. A man you don’t know hovers over him. In the way Bob flinches back you see that he is uncomfortable. 

A light tap on the shoulder of the stranger is enough to get his attention. 

"What are you doing with my boyfriend?"

The man raises his eyebrows in surprise, his eyes are basically taking your clothes off. 

"Oh wow, I wouldn't have believed that he said the truth-" 

"Get lost, asshole." You keep eye contact with him and he is calculating his chances in his head. He makes the smart choice and leaves.

But before that, he comes closer to you, he thinks he is smug but his voice is just an unpleasant shrill in your ear.

"If you ever need a real man, I’m here every Friday."

He is completely ignorant of the hateful and disgusting look on your face. He even has the audacity to smile at you while leaving. 

"Hey Bob, is everything okay?" 

"Sorry, please don’t be mad at me. I don't know how that happened. I told him that I am here with you, he didn't care. I couldn't do anything." 

"I could never be truly mad with you, but did he touch you Bobby?"

"No, yes I mean yes he did. My back, my waist. He shoved me up here. I told him not to. He tried to take my hand but I flinched and and-"

"And he didn't listen?" 

Bob shakes his head, the shame written all over his face. 

"I-I don’t know what I am doing, that I am always attracting those assholes. I’m sorry." 

You cup his face in an attempt to comfort him while your voice is firm. 

"Hey you're not attracting them, they are seeking you out on purpose thinking you're all vulnerable. Don't be sorry you are so much more than that." 

He looks you in the eyes as if you just told him that he has won the lottery. You are happy that his spirit is back. 

"So, do you want to show this asshole how tough you can be?"

Yes two against one is not fair but he deserves it. You having his arms locked behind his back, it was way too easy to lure him to this dark alleyway. 

He is giving you a hard time closing his mouth shut but you manage while Bob starts to work on his stomach. 

The man crumbles in after the first punch, pathetic. After five he starts to beg, that is when Bob's fist finds his face. When he is short before blacking out Bob stops, pleased with himself and you are pleased with him too. 

You let go of the man and he falls to the ground. You couldn't resist a final kick and he falls asleep. Someone will find him in the morning or not you don't care. There is one thing left to do, you pull the camera from your bag.

"A souvenir for Bucky and John?" Bob positioned himself over the now unconscious man and the flashlight captured your little lesson. You give him a triumphant look.

 "So Bobby, wanna go back inside?"

"I would rather go back to the motel." 

The key lands on the small table near the door, clothes and shoes fly to the floor. Before you even lay down on the bed you're both just in the underwear. 

Bob pushes you down into the soft mattress, his knuckles are open and covered in blood. The white bedsheets stain immediately. This definitely shouldn't turn you on as much as it does. 

When you try to come back up to prep some kisses on him he pushes you again, this time a little harder. You let out a giggle he can’t categorize.

"Something funny?" 

"Oh it’s just… Confidence, real confidence looks so hot on you." 

His smile turns into something devilish, he licks slowly over his lips and yanks you onto your stomach. Your panties fly to the other discharged clothes. 

The long, dragging lick over your pussy ensures that everyone else in this motel knows what's going on inside your shared room. 

Bob's own needs become too much, when he slides inside you he makes sure to cover your mouth. More worried that someone will call the police for noise complaints, not that someone can hear you in general. 

He actually tries to go slow, almost sensual this time but he cracks when you arch your back so your ass bounces back even more. 

You can feel it, hear it, he is close and you are too although instead of letting himself finish he turns you around onto your back. He even pulls out for a second to let the moment last longer. 

"I want to see you."

Your cheeks heat up, surprised by Bob's  confession. His hand slips under the back of your head and the other under your waist. He sinks down so close that you can feel his weight on your body. 

"You can come if you want I just- fuck just a little longer for me okay?" 

You nod, looking sickly love drunk while you shamelessly go through your high without him. He holds up at least five minutes longer than you. 

When he comes your nervous system is on fire. He lets himself lay down on you not pulling out. His breath slowly evens out and his heartbeat goes back to a normal pattern. 

At the sight you can't resist ruffling through his hair. Well the thing is, you appreciate Bob's efforts on making this session last a little longer but you're definitely not done. 

He murmurs something in between your tits, but before he can say or do anything your arms are wrapped around him switching positions, his limp body not able to protest sinking into the mattress.

This view from above is even better. You start kissing down at the side of his throat, already feel him hardening again inside you. Your hips moving just the tiniest bit, knowing that Bob has a tendency to get overstimulated fast. 

"What are you doing?"

"Well normally three men take care of me. Sure we had that thing back at the club, now this. But, you own me a third Bobby." 

He pretends he doesn't like it and still his hands wander up your curves and squeeze your tits which spurs you on to increase the pace. 

"You're going to kill me but I will die a happy man." 

"You're so dramatic." 

While you and Bob are going on the third round for the night John and Bucky sit at home in front of the tv none of them paying attention to the program.

They are both spread out on the couch, Bucky's head in John's lap. John's fingers sliding through Bucky's hair. John can sense it, Bucky is more stiff than usual, his fingernails holding onto the fabric of John's pants.  

"Is everything alright?"

"Just missing them."

"Yeah me too. Kinda regret that I said no to the clubbing." 

"Thrust me, you made the right decision." 

"Why?" 

"Lets say it is never just clubbing, they always end up doing some shit."

John crooks his eyebrow eager to hear more. 

"The first time we went clubbing together they had this genius idea to rob an emergency pharmacy. Let's say someone felt guilty as hell the next day and that wasn't Bob or me."

John genuinely had to laugh at the idea of you, dramatically brawling your eyes out and then returning the money the next day, probably even leaving an apology letter and some extra cash.

"The last time we went out Bob had the brilliant idea to put something in our drinks. I don’t remember anything from that night except that I was relieved we three were back home. And that I had a headache for four good damn days."

John had to laugh again. A high Bucky was something he couldn't imagine even if he tried. 

"Want to call it a night then?"

Bucky groans but stands up eventually. 

Upstairs John takes one step into your room. He secretly prefers it because it smells fresher and is definitely cleaner than the others. Bucky stops him before he can disappear inside fully. 

"Where do you think you're going?" 

"I thought-" 

Bucky grabs John by the shirt and leads him into his room. Their lips meet with need. Bucky's hands wander over John's body, mindless but urgently. 

And John notices in the way Bucky's fingers are a little too tense, his breath is more uneven than usual. Gentle John leads Bucky, into the bed, making sure he is comfortable. The backside of his hand slowly sliding over Bucky's cheek.

"Let me take care of you for once."

The look of determination collides with the look of eternal adoration and Bucky surrenders completely, turning his head off allowing himself to let go, for once. 

Bucky lays completely still while John takes his sweet time. Prepping kisses on every inch of Bucky's skin. John's fingers trail lazy over Bucky's body. Here and there he places a soft bite. 

And Bucky? He is a goner after two minutes. His eyes pressed closed, his mouth open but breathless, cheeks rosy and every fiber of his body relaxed. Letting out a soft groan then and there. 

John takes his time knowing well that Bucky was not used to this. When they reach the point John holds still as long as Bucky needed and only started to move when Bucky gave him an approving nod. 

Together they are not really talkative, they don't have to be. They understand each other without words. 

John can feel it, read it off of Bucky's face when he is close. Bucky digs his fingernails into John's back for support and buries his mouth on John's shoulder so that Bucky's moans get swallowed by John's skin. 

John holds his own sounds back too, not wanting to irritate or even scare Bucky. 

Bucky keeps John locked between his legs until he can’t anymore, legs shaking, body arching. John takes care of the rest which ultimately ends up with them both tucked under the blanket Bucky's head resting on John's chest. 

It is completely quiet, both men are on the verge of falling asleep. Bucky's spent voice cracking through the room. 

"If you ever tell them about this I’m not kicking you out. I kill you."

Everything goes back to a normal setting if you want to call it that. You and Bob basically become one with the furniture. 

On one fortunate night Officer Wayne and Harper are back at work and again, John brings donuts for everyone, because even though he does not see them because he is on duty for patrol, a little bit of buttering them up won't hurt. 

At home you feel a little guilty for waking Bob up but after spending this whole week trapped inside the house you have enough. 

"Pst Bob."

You pat him slightly on his cheek. Maybe he is more willing to do what you will ask him for if he is a little dizzy.

"Bobby, wake up." 

His head tilts to the side just the slightest. Scrunching his nose in displease. 

"Do you know how late it is?" 

"I need you to cover for me okay?"

With his eyes are already falling shut, you pat him again. 

"Bobby, you cover for me if Bucky comes back before I do?" 

"Where you going?" 

"Just for a quick walk, I’m going insane in here." 

He gives you a weak thumps up and you reward him with a fat smooch on his drool covered cheek. 

Winter seems to drag on forever. It is already early march but you can still see a cloud in front of you when you breathe out. 

The moon joins you in a comforting brightness so does the yellow light coming from the streetposts. 

You told Bob it would be just a quick stroll and that was what you had originally in mind but your feet take you far away. 

You don't know how you got there but you're looking at the townsign right now, cursing yourself. You were the one choosing this hell of a place. Bob wanted to go somewhere warm or at the very least a place with water, a beach, a lake. Bucky wanted to go into the woods Bob would have never agreed with that anyway. 

You remember how they were arguing and then falling completely silent when you told them where you wanted to move. No arguing afterwards, just planning. 

The heat you grained from walking slowly leaves you, the cold night making you shiver. Not wanting to freeze on the spot you turn around and your eyes widen. 

The car is approaching you at an unnerving slow speed and like a deer caught in headlights you can't move. 

"Ma’am I need you to stay right where you are." 

Your heart drops to your knees. 

"You Idiot scared me to death!"

John’s already coming out of the car. A thick blanket is getting wrapped around your shoulders. 

"Thank you."

He pulls you into his side. His body gives you even more warmth. 

"Why are you out this late at night?"

"I wanted to go for a short walk and ended up here."

"I don’t have to tell you that you shouldn't be here right?"

"And you shouldn't be this close to me, some could think we're doing something not suited for an innocent citizen and an Officer." 

"Why don’t we take this to the car where it's warm, sweetheart?" 

"So you are taking me with you for what allegations? Standing in public space?" 

"My duty is to keep this town safe and I heard you are involved in a lot of very bad and illegal stuff." 

"Well then Sir, I don't want to cause you any trouble. How could I possibly disagree with a man in uniform?" 

A few minutes later you don’t have to worry anymore that someone could see you and John together. The car windows are all fogged up. 

John got rid of every piece of clothing covering you. He on the other hand kept everything on only pulling down his pants, as low as necessary, just how you like it. 

The car is not warm, it is hot. From your breaths and from his and your bodyheat in general. John starts to regret leaving everything on, the sweat already soaking the sides of his hair. 

Now you're straddling him in the backseat, his hands with a firm grip on your hips. Your own hands start to open the bottoms of his shirt to tug a little at chesthair. The proximity gives you no chance to escape his hands. 

You move your hips slowly, pretty sure that Bucky is already home and you will have to live with the consequences anyway. 

"Is this really the proper way to inspect a subject, Sir?"

"Of course sweetheart, just yesterday I inspected a young man. Any chance you know Robert Reynolds?"

"You must be a thoughtful Officer then?" 

"Always Ma’am. You rather want to use your mouth then to not expose any evidence?"

You nod a bit too eager. Before John gets to have his fun he makes sure you do too. Both his hands wander to your back and he pulls you closer, thrusting up into you as if his life depends on it. You scream his name in his own mouth as you reach your high. 

He doesn't give you a lot of time to ride it out though. He pushes you off his lap to his side, the floor would be too small. He maneuvers your head back and pushes it down all the way to the base.

Too lost in the aftermath of your own high you don't do anything about it you just hold still and wait, he doesn't need long. With his hands in your hair pushing you all the way down he paints your throat white and you swallow every single drop. 

You turn to lay on your back. His fingers find your lips pressing down gently. 

"Good girl."  

You cover your face in your hands, pretending to be embarrassed. "You do know if Bucky finds out he is going to kill you, not me right?" 

"I would die a happy man." 

The grin on his face is unbelievable. You want to put your clothes back on but he is faster.

"I take those, I still have some good hours of shift ahead of me." 

"Ew pervert." 

You have a hard time not falling asleep when he drives you home. You groan when you come to a stop. 

"Well, it seems like Bucky is home."

You exhale some hold back air and give him a kiss. 

"Take care John." 

"I think I should rather say that to you. Here I saved some donuts." 

"Oh wow, that is such a cliche." 

You wink and head for the door. The house is covered in complete darkness. Bob is not on the couch anymore Bucky must have carried him to his room. 

You go upstairs and hear a familiar snore, that is definitely Bucky even if he would deny it. You're just thankful that he didn't catch you sneaking out and he will not see that you're not wearing your panties. 

When you and Bucky are both deep in the depths of dreamland Bob manages to steal downstairs. His eyes land on the box and then on the attached note, strawberry jam filling for Bucky, the glazed one for Bob, the one with the chocolate filling for John and- he doesn't read further but hesitates when he sees that they are all untouched. 

A small bite won't hurt, the rest is for later, thinking to himself to justify his actions.

The next morning, despite your short night your body felt set on fire at 6 am again, so why not prepare breakfast. You noticed that someone moved the box with the donuts from the kitchen table to the counter but didn't pay it too much attention. 

You're nearly dropping the egg carton when he enters the kitchen. Neither did you hear nor see him entering the kitchen. 

"Where were you last night?" 

Maybe it's because of the short sleep, maybe because it is so early but his tone makes your blood boil in a matter of seconds. 

"Outside Bucky, like every human being wants to from time to time to not go crazy, you know." 

Your back hits the cold fridge, goosebumps creeping over your arms and neck. You keep up with his death glare. 

"I said stay the fuck inside this house-" 

You push him a little away from you. He is not amused. 

"And I said I’m going crazy in here!-" 

"I just want Bob and you to be safe, they know you, they know what you look like!" 

The push is harder this time it stings in your shoulderblades. 

"It was in the middle of the night, okay? Everyone was asleep, John even picked me up and drove me home."

Now his face turns red, you shouldn't have mentioned John but you don't care two can play this stupid game. 

"John made sure I was home safe and where were you?"

"Stop that!" He presses your upper body against the fridge again and you lose it. Your flat hand lands on his cheek. This wouldn't be the first time of you and him throwing hands but originally you two swore to not do it again. 

His hands find your throat. He is pressing his fingers to show you who is in charge here. You hammer against his chest not having any of this. 

"You say you want to protect me but you only want to control what you can't. You do it because you can not stand the idea of being alone, not because you love me." 

It is fascinating how he can change from a feral animal to a kicked puppy in the matter of a heartbeat. 

"You don't really think that, do you love?" 

No you don't, you just wanted this madness to end but it is just beginning. His lips land on yours in an urgency you never felt before. He is tugging on the hem of your shirt already. 

"Bucky maybe we should talk about t-" You're up in the air and the second your ass hits the kitchen table whatever you were thinking about is gone.

He buries himself under your oversized sleeping shirt, right between your tights. “No panties? One could think you did that on purpose.” Your hand flies in his hair as if you weren't going on each other's throats a couple of seconds ago. 

You hear his apologies loud and clear. "I’m sorry." "I love you." You start to question if you are the problem for kind of manipulating him or if he is thinking a good eat out session is enough of an excuse. 

Well how could you be angry any longer with his drunk hazed out eyes looking up at you while his tongue sticks out, long streaks of drool landing on the floor. 

He adds his fingers and you're gone. It’s a miracle that your body puts up with all of this. Especially after last night. 

"God Bucky I can’t-" 

Your head falls back with the rest of your body. Whatever strength you had left from last night is gone.

Bucky reaches up to you, you can taste yourself on his lips. 

"We can go out together if you want, I just don't want you walking around alone."

You shake your head, how could you say no. He attacks your neck and you have to laugh.

"We should clean up, John will be home any minute." 

"Oh I’m good, but can I have something that is not burnt?" John gestures to the stove a wreath of smoke rising into the air. Bucky darted to the stove and you crack up by the sheer chaos. 

You get up from the table, and  while you fry the beacon, not to a crisp this time, Bucky beats the eggs. 

"How was work John?" 

"Yeah John was everything alright? Anything suspicious happened?" 

"Nope everything quite as always but I got really bad cravings for a late night snack." 

You have to keep your composure now. Bucky hands John a pack of Snickers. "For your next shift." John has to repress a laugh as well. "Thanks Buck." 

The rest of the breakfast you three sit in a pleasant and welcoming silence. 

"I thought Bob would come down any minute, there is no way he missed the smell of the beacon." 

"I’m going to bed anyway so I 'll bring it to him."

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"Hey Bobby, breakfast." 

"Leave me alone."

"Are you getting sick? You look more pale than usual."

"John take the fucking food away." 

"Jesus, okay. Do you want to see Bucky or-" 

In a matter of seconds Bob runs to the bathroom hunching over the toilet. John follows him without a second thought the way he screams yours and Bucky's name lets the blood in your veins chill. 

Bucky and you sprint upstairs, the sight lets you freeze on the spot. It's not like you haven't seen Bob throw up before but there was never that much blood involved. 

His body seems completely lifeless while Bucky carries him down the stairs and to the car. All you can do is stare, you feel that your breath is too short, a slight dizziness creeping into your head. 

Bucky brings you back into the here and now. 

"Listen we will bring him to the hospital, I text you over our emergency phone okay?" 

"But I want to, I want to-" 

"You stay right here, don’t open the door, don’t leave. Please everything will be fine." 

He doesn't wait for an answer, he kisses you on the head and jumps into the car, holding Bob steady. You watch them getting smaller and smaller in the distance till they're gone. 

The temperature makes you go inside at some point, you put the emergency phone on the table and wait. After two hours you need to do something, anything. At first you think about getting high but a sober mind was the only rational decision.

So you make yourself busy with tidying up. Putting away tossed around clothes, a little bit of overdue dusting, you throw away the remaining donuts. You're definitely not in the mood and tomorrow they will be stale anyway. 

When the late afternoon comes around you finally get a massage. 

-Suspected poisoning, they pumped his stomach out

-Has to stay the rest of the week, I stay with him

-He will come to look after you. Luv you 

Poison? How? Your brain doesn't work anymore and you just give up. Maybe the doctors are just wrong. 

The swing of the door lets you jump and then run, right into John's arms. You sob uncontrollably into his chest. 

"Shh shh- it's okay he will be fine, I promise." He lifts you up in the air and settles the both of you on the couch. 

The rest of the week drags on and on and on. John looks after you, brings you groceries, he stacks up your weed, the only thing that helps you survive this hell. He visits the hospital too, bringing Bucky fresh clothes and to look after Bob. 

On Sunday evening it's finally time, you running around the house like crazy. Then they are back and you feel as if you're on a first date or something. 

"Hey Bob I’m so happy your b-" he doesn't let you finish, only pulls you incredibly close and squeezes you, a little too tight for someone fresh out of a hospital. 

"God babe I missed you so fucking much." Bucky chuckles a little. 

"I may or may not have given one of the nurses some cash. He should be fine for the next eight hours or so."

Bob lets go of you and aims for his room. John follows him and you take the chance to wrap Bucky around your finger.

"So, since Bob seems pretty well and I’ve been practically alone here the whole week can we go out tomorrow?"

Like the charmer he is, he takes your hand and places soft kisses on the backside. 

"Is a nice restaurant and a movie good enough for you?"

"Only if I get to pick."

"Of course love."

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John thought he was slick and honestly most of the time he was. He always made sure that Bucky was far away but tonight he became a little reckless and so became Bob. They should have known better. They knew that you and Bucky would go out. John had to go back on patrol tonight and Bob assured Bucky that he would be just fine.

"You two have fun, I can stay alone for a few hours." Right at leaving you see the sparkle in his eyes that indicates that he doesn't plan on spending the night alone

They both thought they were slick. Your's and Bucky's plan was to go to a rather fancy restaurant and then watch a movie. Your unsteady sleep schedule made sure that you didn't make it to the cinema. Half asleep you forgot to ask Bucky to take a different route home and then it happened. The car stops and you see Bucky focusing his gaze. John's patrol car moves in a betraying way, the windows foggy, the stain of a hand on one of the windows.

God they must have been at it for hours now, you think to yourself. Then Bucky's gaze lands on you. 

"Did you know?"

You nod, you could lie but you're not the one he will blame so you don't care. 

Back home he waits. Bob's hair is a mess, John's cologne sticks to his body in a thick layer and you're pretty sure he wears his shirt the wrong way around.

"Oh shit." It's actually pathetic how Bob bites Bucky's ear off in hopes of not getting his fury on himself. 

"She did it too!"

"You fucking snitch! It was one time and I didn't intended to do it unlike you who visited him basically every night like a cheap whore!"

"Who are you calling cheap?!"

You retell the story from the mentioned night, framing it as if you were the poor victim and John the evil tempter. 

When John comes home his grin falls to the ground when he sees the three of you sitting at the table. He could have dropped dead from Bucky's stare alone. 

"Hope you had a good time John because this will be the last time in very long time."

John was denied everything. He wasn't allowed to touch anyone, nobody was allowed to touch him, he wasn't allowed to touch himself. The only thing he was allowed was to witness, and Bucky made sure he would witness a lot. 

It was astonishing how handsy Bucky became. He had no problem lazily jerking Bob off while he sat in John's lap or fucking you so hard under the shower that everyone in the house could hear it.

To say John had a bad time wouldn't even come close to the agony he was in at the beginning of the second week, burying himself in work to distract himself. You felt sorry for him but you know better than to disobey Bucky's rare but stern orders. 

Bob on the other hand, well. He tried to work his hands on John one time but Bucky caught them, he kind-of had a sense for this. Bob wasn't able to sit for two days. 

On wednesday you ask Bucky to take you out again with the intention to smooth the waters. 

"Please, we can just drive around for a while, it doenst have to be anything special."

"That would be quite the challenge, everything is special when you're there love."

"You're so cheesy sometimes you know that?"

You make sure to wear his favourite top, the one with the ribbon on the front he can unwrap like a present if he wants to. You two drive around for a good while he can’t put together where he heads to until you come to a stop. You wait for him to open the door of the car for you as he always does. 

You stand under big oak three with nothing but an open field in front of you. He places his hand under your chin to look up. The stars are beautiful. You hadn't had the time to look at them for the last couple of months. 

Despite the wonderful night sky, Bucky's eyes never leave your face. Of course the stars are beautiful but Bucky's eyes are something else and just like he got lost in yours and you got lost in his. For a few minutes everything feels light. You're both deeply distracted by one another or else you would have heard the ruffle of the bush behind the parked car, would have heard the footsteps but you don't until it is too late. 

When the end of the rifle hits his head and he falls to the ground in an instant you scream at the top of your lungs but nobody is around to hear you. 

Of course you instinctively lunge forwards to help Bucky, that is exactly what they expected from you. You feel a slight sting on your arm, your body goes slack and everything turns black. 

When you open your eyes again adrenalin floods you. Your hands and legs are tied to a chair. The ropes are so tight that the parts that meet your flesh already burn. 

The light is dim, you can barely see anything except for Officer Wayne who stands a few feet away from you. His evil smile sends a shiver down spine and still there is only one thing on your mind. 

"Where is he?!" Despite the pain in your lunges you scream at him. 

"Who? Oh your little Loverboy? He is alive, for now and if you want it to stay this way you better start to talk."

Even if you wanted to, you can’t. Your mind is spinning like crazy, your eyes completely fixed on the Officer. 

"You think your other boyfriend and John will get you out of here?" 

You thought this situation couldn't get any worse but now it did. He knows about John. 

"You really think we’re that stupid? We knew he had his nose in our business, we just didn't have any proof." 

He comes closer to you, your mouth still sealed. 

"They will not find you here, no one is coming to save you." 

They will, you don't doubt that for a second the question is when. Your mind wanders back to Bucky praying that Bob and John make it in time. 

Suddenly you feel Officer Wayne's hand on your cheek. 

"You know I get it, you're really pretty no wonder they are sharing you like a whore." 

He winds up and his hand lands back on your face. Nothing you can’t take for now. 

"Talk bitch." It takes a lot of strength but the disgust when your spit hits his face is worth it. The second hit is more intense but you take it. 

"Why do you even care, imitated by a lifestyle that doesn't fit your precious beliefs?"

"I don't give a shit, really but you made one mistake." He is talking, good more time for John and Bob to find you. 

"Officer Harper and I have known each other since kindergarten we went through the police academy together-" 

"Oh my god that is so cute."

"Do you know who was always by our side? The Sheriff, the Sheriff who John made sure got punitively transferred and is now rotting away in a psych ward!"

You have to take another hit still you hold on to the plan to get as much time out of this as possible.

"Oh no I’m so sorry that your little friend is no longer by your side. It must have hurt right?" 

"You and your friends-" 

"It's Boyfriends actually." 

"You brought nothing but trouble into this town. You guys should have stayed in whatever hole you came out of." 

"And now what? You want to kill us, hide our bodies and make sure we never existed?"

"Congrats you're not as stupid as you look. You know what? Let’s see if you're more in the mood to talk when your black-haired lover stops to breathe."

He leaves the room. Not even giving you a chance to say something again the pleas get stuck in your throat and then you hear it, the shot. 

Before you can process what's happening the door swings open again and you immediately start crying. 

"She’s here John!" Bob is on you faster than you could say his name, his hands are shaking still he makes quick work of untying you and prepping you onto his side.   

"I know you're scared but we have to leave, now."

"Bucky he is here, he is here somewhere I don’t know." 

You now know where he is, the rancid smell of blood gave him away. He lays unconscious on the ground, his chest still heaving. At the observation the tiniest sigh of relief slips out of your mouth. It is only then you realize what is happening on the other side of the room. 

John has Officer Wayne caged under him. His fist constantly landing on the man's face, the smile long gone. 

"Where is Harper?"

"You really think I would tell you, traitor?"

John's fist hits again. 

"Where is Harper?" 

No response and John's fist lands again and again and again. You will never ever question his loyalty again, that is for sure. 

"John, stop. You can stop."

He can't because he is too caught up in his anger, he mindlessly punches until Officer Wayne's face is nothing but mush. 

"John, we have to bring Bucky to the hospital." Bob's soft voice is a stark contrast to what is actually happening but it's working.   

John raises up the soft endings of his hair and beard now red. There is not a lot left right now from the John you know. 

He walks past you and Bob and picks Bucky over his shoulders without saying a word.

At the feeling that everything is a little under control you regain your ability to think and you understand right away what kind of look Bob gives you. 

Good thing that almost everyone can be bribed. A nurse who was in desperate need of a vacation cleaned and stitched your wounds. 

Two young doctors buried deep in student loans did everything they could do for Bucky and brought him to a room in an abandoned part of the hospital. 

They said he needs time. You three did rotation on his bedside. It was hell, for all of you. He looked so peaceful, his breath always steady but nothing changed. He didn't move. 

You were all curled up in the chair next to his bed holding his hand when you felt it. His thumb is brushing, just slightly over your hand. 

Your heart starts to race and maybe your a little too loud. 

"Bucky, oh my god, you're awake." 

"Of course I am, love."

You're on him in a heartbeat, maybe a little too rough but the excitement gets the best of you.

"Bucky you've been sleeping for nearly two weeks, Bob, John and I took turns staying by your side."

His eyes widen in disbelief and guilt. Only Bucky could get heavily injured and feel guilty about it afterwards. 

You pull the chair closer to his bed and carefully let your hand sink down on his chest, his fingers wander into your hair instantly. 

"Did you get rid of Wayne?" 

"Let's say he had it warm when he stopped breathing.

"And Harper?" 

"We tried our best but we cannot find him." 

"We will find this bastard I promise." 

"I know Bucky. I know." 

"Won't you tell the others that I'm awake?"

"Soon, just give me a few more minutes." 

With Bucky back home chaos is guaranteed. Bob now stays home willingly and John, he still goes to work but when he is home he is different. Short tampered, not like Bucky he seems to be constantly on the edge. 

You don't even know what happened when you heard them screaming at each other. Bob and you meet at the doorframe, like some gawkers. This would either end in entertainment or in need of damage control. 

"I told you three times now, John. Ask before you take my stuff."

"Calm down, I buy you a new bottle."

"That is not my point!"

"And my point is that I don't care, okay? I will buy you a new bottle. End of story. You know anger is not good for your bloodpressure-"

Oh good dont say it John.

"-Escpecially at your age." You swallow down a giggle not wanting to betray your position. Bucky has his back to the door but you don't need to see him to know what he looks like. He grabs John by the shirt and yanks him into the bed.

"What is your fucking problem? You are acting like a brat the whole time."

"Maybe I am just completely done with your bullshit. Just because you're a little older than me you're pretending you know it all, that you always know what's best for all of us. Bob was right, you always think you're better than us. Must be some type of superior complex, you know all men go through that phase it's called a midlife crisis." 

John was completely at fault provoking Bucky to an extent you would never dare too. Maybe John is really this desperate, that is the only plausible answer to his behaviour. 

Bucky takes off his shirt, a sight you will never get tired off his pants follow shortly after. John starts to squirm a little imitated but you see the excitement in his blown pupils. 

"You know John, I planned on keeping this on for alittle longer but someone- Bucky's eyes wander over to you -told me that you need it pretty bad." 

You would have never thought that John is able to make such pathetic noises. And by the expression on Bob's face he thinks the same. 

Bucky lowers himself over John pressing his face into the mattress. He lands a few firm smacks on John's ass. 

"You know I don’t like it when one of you fuck’s shit up but you took it the top. I said no fucking outside of this and that is exactly what you did putting them in danger."

"I'm sorry. I’m really sorry, please tell me what to do. I will do anything just-." 

Now all the three of you were genuinely surprised by John's submission. Bucky had to chuckle, you on the other hand, think to yourself that a camcorder would come in handy now. 

Bucky's brooding voice pulls you out of your thoughts, focus back on the spectacle in front of you. "Oh you will not do anything, you will just take. You two, sit."

And John does take. He takes everything Bucky gives him, his tongue, his fingers and then his cock and to everyone's surprise he seems to enjoy it. You start to make a plan on how to get that side of John out yourself. 

You're pulled out of your thoughts again by Bucky's voice. 

"Sit down!" 

It wasn't directed at you. Bob tried to sneak out properly wanting to get rid of his boner. 

It was impressive how long both of them could last given the fact that John hadn't come for over a month now.

"Good for you that I’m feeling generous today. You're allowed to come but right after that you will suck off Bob understood?"

John just nods, panting and sobbing, releasing himself right into the bedsheets. Bucky just needs a second longer coming deep inside John and staying buried there for a few moments. 

Once John catches his breath he is the one pulling away the loss and cold air lets both of them hiss. 

John works his way so quickly that Bob's cock is deep down his throat before Bob even knows what's happening to him. 

You're so caught up that you didn't notice that Bucky left the room to clean himself only to come back and look at you like you're his second course. 

"Come over to me love."

You obey him willingly, his mouth going on your neck, his fingers wandering under your skirt.

"The little show turned you on I see?" You gulp hard. "Always. Can I bring popcorn next time?"

He takes off the dirty bedsheets and throws you onto the bed, not wasting time since you're already hot and ready. 

"Got a lot of stamina for an old man." 

He rolls his eyes. He intended to go slow, your comment made him slam right into you with no guilt.

It is obscene. Yours and Bob's moans mix with John's gags and Bucky's groans. 

All of you get completely lost in the pleasure. You're not sure who came first but when it was your turn you can not even bring yourself to open your eyes. 

The next morning you wake up first, probably from Bucky's snoring or John’s. 

You manage to free yourself from the tangled limps and head downstairs in need of something against the soreness. 

You take one from your stack and sit down at the kitchen table. After three hits you're questioning your sanity. You go over to the front door, a piece of paper laying right in front of it on the floor.

You take the paper and study it once you realise what you see you sprint back to Bob’s room slamming the door open, joint still in hand. 

All three of them groan, not amused by your wake-up service. 

"Kitchen now!"

You're squirming in your seat while all of them look at the pictures.  

"And there was nothing else? A note maybe?"

"No, just the pictures."

"That is great we finally have a track." John is already up, getting the laptop. 

"Do you think it was this girl?" 

Bucky just shrugs at your question but it is the only logical answer.

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You want him to shit his pants not only in a metaphoric way. John and you take turns, following him from a safe distance. Making sure he catches a glimpse of you while being at the grocery store. Hearing John's voice in the distance while talking to the neighbors. 

A typical cat and mouse game. You take turns observing his apartment. With every day passing your patience subsides more and more. 

The main problem is that there are always surroundings, witnesses. You guys have to wait until he is alone. He is not stupid of course, always making sure that at least one person sees him. That is until tonight. 

It was unusual that he went to the grocery store when it was already dark, maybe he forgot something. Nonetheless the parking space is empty and barely lit and because of the thrill of it he drops his keys. Your sign, Bucky forces his mouth close and you yank the needle into his arm, a little deeper than necessary as revenge, but this is just the beginning. 

You wouldn't take him back into your home, no that would be too dangerous. John found this old cabin near a lake an one hour long drive away from the town. 

It was perfect, you prepped everything beforehand. The set was fit for a horror movie and you're sure you will make it one. 

When Officer Harper opens his eyes again he stares right into John's blue ones. 

"Oh Michael you got yourself into a lot of trouble."

The eyes of the Officer flicker in remorse but you have seen it often enough. He isn't remorseful because regrets what he did, no he is remorseful because he got caught. 

John takes the gag out of Harper's mouth. 

"You can scream all you want, we are far out of town."

He doesn't scream, he cries and pleads begging to be let go. 

"Tell me, why couldn't you leave us alone?"

"It was David who started it. He wanted this stupid revenge for Jack. I told him we should rather not- but he did not listen. He never listened to me and now he is dead. You killed him!" 

John leans back into his chair mustering the shell of a man in front of him. He doesn't even have to do anything, Harper just continues his talking. 

"I didn't even care honestly, this gang was at fault for the death of the girl, that was for sure- I shouldn't even be here, the donuts should have knocked you all out."

John's eyes widen. The poison, they must have sprinkled it on the donuts. John wasn't fast enough Bucky was already walking forward, Officer Harper's nose is broken now that is for sure. 

"Fucking Bastard!" Slowly, Bucky retreats. You were the one who was allowed to kill him, that didn't mean that the others weren't allowed to hurt him. 

John starts to talk again. 

"You know if only your friend David would have been a threat to us, that would have been alright. We killed him, you could have disappeared and everything would have been fine but tell me Michael did they know?"

You throw the pictures right beneath his feet and there it is again, the horror of a man who has been caught. He shakes his head, of course they didn't know. 

"You and I both know that under this law system your sentence would be way too harmless, maybe five to eight years in prison, that is nothing."

Harper is right back at pleading for mercy but this game is over. You point your gun, nobody except the Officer flinches, his scream is racked with pain.

"Oh my god. My aim has been so bad lately and Oh no that was the last bullett." The shot went right between his legs not his head or heart no that would have been too gracious.

He is not able to talk any longer, bleeding out like a pig in a slaughterhouse. You take it all in, all of you do until the light disappears from his eyes and his body stills entirely. 

Now it was Bob's and Bucky's part, carrying the body to the boat and letting him sink down to the deepest point of the lake. John takes the gun from you, cleans it and puts it back in a plastic bag then he starts cleaning the scene and you take the place on his chair. You didn't intend to but with the sudden drop of theadrenaline you were gone in a matter of seconds. 

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This will be a night written for history. There is a lot to celebrate. First the fact that the god damn Officers are no longer up your asses. Then John's promotion to the Sheriff position which will be quote “the last promotion of his life”. But in all honesty, who else was fitted for the position if not the man who busted an entire online prostitution ring. Furthermore, You's, Bob's and Bucky's anniversary still needs to be celebrated.  

You and Bob are in your regular party attire. You have to bite your lip when Bucky comes downstairs. Black pants, black eyeliner, black tight shirt. 

John on the other hand is in mostly white, brave choice, everything a little loose, the gold chain he borrowed from Bob is the highlight.

This time the drive was a little longer, the motel a little fancier. Still the club is dirty, the people are high. 

The four of you sit down in a booth. Bob prepares the lines and takes first, then you do. Yes you said never again but tonight is an exception. 

You see that Bucky pinches John in his side while taking his. And then finally it's John's turn. You would have expected him to be a little more hesitant but oh boy you were wrong. 

Bob drags you onto the dancefloor, Bucky and John follow shortly after. You feel hands practically everywhere, the sweat is running down your body. 

Bob suddenly holds a cup in your direction your not suppose to mix but from the corner of your eyes you see that John and Bucky are already drinking so, fuck it. 

You left the car at the motel, the club in a walking distance still you can't remember how you got back. 

A little exhausted you sit down on the very spacious bed. 

"Bob, I think I need a second round."

He frees himself out of Bucky's grip, coming to your rescue. 

"Oh god not from that table, who knows when it has last been cleaned." 

John's chest is a good alternative. Since he is already naked up front you work downwards while he is standing in front of you. 

You hear that Bob is faster with Bucky. With his pants gone and your hazed out eyes John takes control. Not over you but over the scene. He rolls his hips forward and you just relax and enjoy. 

And you're pretty sure so does Bob at the other side of the bed while getting shoved onto his back. You're now laying next to each other, you're both having a hard time keeping your eyes open but yours shoot open when you feel John's fingers press on your lip forcing their way into your mouth and you take them gladly.

Bob on the other hand earns a slight slap on his face from Bucky; he always demands eye contact except when he doesn't. 

You hear Bob mutter. 

"Sorry. Sorry. Shit I’m sorry."

Then suddenly Bob takes your hand, a movement that feels tender in contrast to everything else that is happening. 

“Bob is already close, I win.” 

Win? Sick Bastards they are making this a fucking game. 

John leans down his mouth right next to your ear. "Come on sweetheart, think we can prove him wrong?" You don't let go of Bob's hand when John lifts your legs up, hitting in an deeper angle than before.

Then he slows and you see stars, you fall into a competition who moans the loudest, he wins by a landslide. 

Bob needs maybe ten seconds longer, his whimpers disappear into the bedsheets while Bucky makes direct eyecontact, with John. 

You feel John disappear from between your legs. Given the sound coming out of Bob's mouth Bucky leaves too. 

You try to catch your breath but Bob's mouth is on yours before you can even think about it. 

Your head feels empty and heavy at the same time. You hear some water running, thinking that the both of them will come back with a warm washcloth. Yeah you were pretty wrong. When you hear their devilish chuckles you know it's over, for you and Bob.

Just as you suspected, Bucky hovers over you now grinning from ear to ear. His hands land on your hips turning you around, forcing you on all fours. Generous as John is, he let Bob in his previous position. 

"Jeez, you two can’t get enough huh, kinda pathetic."

"God, shut your mouth you're just spurring them on." Bob was right, you shouldn't have said that. Now Bucky's hand is buried in your hair pulling in a way that gives you goosebumps, the other firm on your throat holding you in place as he mercilessly pounds into you. Without the help of the drugs you would have already collapsed. 

At some point Bucky lets go of you which brings your sensitive nipples in a position right above Bob's mouth he eagerly licks his lips and starts to suck. But the sensation doesn't last long. 

"Hey, that's not fair." John pulls Bob closer to him and away from you which pulls a sob of protest out of Bob. Right, this was still a game to them. 

Bucky stops his movements bending forward, his breath hot in your ear. 

"You know, if I win this round, it's even and we have to go for a third." He then just laughs as the realisation hits you, him going back to his cruel rhythm. You hold it as best as you can and somehow it is long enough for Bob to come first. His voice dragged through his teeth. 

Bucky picks up his pace and you allow yourself to finally come too. You just collapse onto the dirty chest, head first. Sweat and cum mixed with make up. Bob's eyeliner is smeared completely, Bucky's rolls down in a few small lines from sweating. You really dont want to know what you look like at this point. 

This time Bucky really appears with a washcloth but you stop him before he can even attempt to clean you up. 

"Don’t touch me." There is no protest, no pleading. Your words rule so he hands you the washcloth instead. Bob on the other hand gets pampered by John. After some time you have enough energy to go under the shower yourself. When you come back you can't believe your eyes. Bucky and John take another line off of Bob's abs who already has a little bit of residue under his nose. 

Well the night definitely hasn't come to an end. The problem? The sight of Bucky and John hovering over Bob is the last thing you remember when you wake up, in your bed? 

Of course, the boys are all asleep. You turn your head, blink a few times. Why are you home and not at the motel? You stand up, gravity nearly pushing you down into the bed again. You check yourself in the bathroom mirror, no tattoos, no pierchings, no crazy hair color, everything fine so far. 

A bowl of cereal is all you can manage while eating your gaze lands on the analog clock and gets stuck on the date instead of the time. How the fuck is it monday? You really try to remember something about the last hours but fail. Your brain always stops right after the shower. That is until they all come downstairs. One locking more miserable than the other but John takes the prize simply because he is not used to any of this.

You can see it through John's white shirt, on his shoulderblade. You forcefully take it shirt off. 

"Hey what is wrong with you?" 

"John? You have a tattoo." Everyone except John starts to laugh.

"Oh god how bad is it?" 

"Well not gonna lie, the linework is done pretty well."

"And what the fuck is it?"

Bob lets his finger glide over the seemingly fresh ink.

"Relax it's just a bolt."

"A bolt? Why on earth would I get a bolt?" You exchange a look with Bob and eye him to take his shirt off too. 

Now Bucky is combusting from laughter.

"I got the nut." Bob's voice is a little too proud now Bucky is combusting in full laughter and you're not far away from that too. 

"Why don't you two have tattoos?" John is definitely not as asmused as the rest of you.

"Well unlike you we can handle some drugs?"

Now the laughter disappears and everyone of you leap in their spot as a ball of white fur hops onto the kitchen table. 

"Oh my god, what is that?" The rhetorical question comes from Bob.

"My best bet would be, a cat." You take a few steps forward holding the back of your hand out and the cat leans into it as if she knew you. "Aw she is so soft."

"We are not going to keep her, we probably kidnapped her." Bucky is already back in his early morning grumpy mood.

Bob holds a few pieces of paper in the air. 

"Seems like someone brought her. Someone who writes checks with, Barnes."

While you start to pet the cat some more Bucky checks the papers. Under all the fur you find a tag. 

"Her name's Alpine."

Bucky rolls his eyes in regret but that does not hold long. After everyone including the new family member is fed Alpine seeks out one peculiar lap and that is Bucky's and the grumpiness leaves his face as fast as it came. 

You want to take a picture but come to the realization that the film is full. Lucky one who has to develop those. You start to make plans in your head, finally able to leave the house again there are a few things on your agenda. 

"Do you guys think that is enough for Mrs. Harper and two children?" You hold the check in the air. 

John answers your question without even looking at the number. 

"If you have to ask then most likely not." 

Valid. You shred it and start a new one. While doing so you take everything in. 

The light purr of alpine, the steam from the hot drink in your hand, John's soft smile, Bob shining eyes, Bucky's hand on your thigh, the sunlight slowly finding its way into the kitchen. You let out a deep breath and allow yourself to relax every muscle in your body, that is until the shrill ring of the doorbell lets you wince. 

There is horror written on every face. Bucky throws you a small gun he had hid in one of the cupboards. You will definitely not make the same mistake twice. 

You slowly approach the front door. The gun behind your back, the three pairs of eyes following you. The doorbell rings again. You brace yourself for the worst when you open the door. Your gaze lowers, the gun falls into the pocket of your pants.

"Good morning Ma’am, we are collecting signatures for the long overdue renovation of the library."

You take the pencil and draw your signature, not speaking while doing so not sure if the smell of alcohol would still be present. 

"Thank you Ma'am, have a nice day."

You nod and watch the girl head off. When the door falls shut you give a thumbs up and everyone lets out a breath of relief. You head back to the kitchen table, back to this quiet and comfortable moment with a mental note to make a donation to the public library and nothing else left inside your head. 

"Come in Bobby." The smell of weed hits your nose, his eyes are glassy, his hair a mess.

"Nightmares?" He nods and already makes his way over to your bed. You pull the blanket up to let him crawl under it. His left hand lands on your left tit while his head makes itself comfortable against the other.

His voice is a little groggy. "I think we should hire a third."

"A third? Why?"

"I don't know, I just have a weird feeling about this town." You get it somehow, maybe that is just your brain telling you that no one can get away with so many robberies in a row without getting caught.

"Someone who could have your back. I’m always so far away. I wouldn't be able to help you if something goes wrong." 

You gently massage his scalp with your fingers. “You know we would have to share our money with them right?” 

"Worth it." You kiss his head and wait for him to fall asleep. 

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The next night you find yourself at the local bar, eyeing the room for the perfect candidate. Some of them are too old while some of them seem too young to be in here. Then your eyes fix on a guy far back in the room, his gaze is already on you. You change your posture to something welcoming, your head tilted, a shy smile on your lips. 

He takes the invitation. He is tall, not too muscular but he looks like someone who works with his hands. Blond but you can let that slide.

"George one beer for me and for the pretty lady-" 

"The same."

"Two beers then." The two bottles arrive, he thanks the bartender and pulls out a generous tip, manners check. You bring the bottle to your lips and you take the first sip together without breaking eyecontact.

"Tought you were waiting for someone."

"Well I kinda did. I’m waiting for someone who needs a job." He huffs and takes another sip waiting for you to explain further.

"I’m looking for someone who is not afraid to make his hands dirty when the payment is right."

"And how dirty would this job be?"

"It could bring you behind bars for twenty years." Yes it is direct but you don’t have the patience for games.

"Great it’s not like I’m booked for the next twenty years anyway."

"You're getting 30 percent." He chokes on his beer.

"I’m not risking half of my remaining lifetime for 30 percent. 50."

"35."

"45."

"40 last offer." He chuckles and throws you a smirk, taking your clothes off with his eyes alone.

"45 if I’m gonna make you scream my name tonight." Oh that's the type of game you like to play. You drown the rest of your beer which earns you an impressed nod. Then you reach out your hand.

"Deal." He shakes it and off the two of you go.

You two don’t even make it up to your room, you're on the couch instead. You under him, the blanket covering you both.

You taste the beer in his mouth, his beard tickles your face and his hands, god. Your first instinct was right; he knows how to work them. His fingers are on your nipples, circling, tugging, pulling with just the right pressure, his still covered hips humping into yours.

You moan breathless, your nails scratching his back. "It's John by the way." He winks at you with this smug grin you saw earlier at the bar.

"Fuck John, lets skip this dry humping shit okay?" Your hands fly to his shorts to pull them down then it hits you, he’s not hard. He is flushed now, from his cheeks all the way up to the tip of his ears.

"Sorry it’s not because of you."

"Please don’t tell me you're married or something."

"No, I’ve been divorced for a while now, it’s something else." You cup his cheek.

"You don’t have to talk about it okay? We can just st-"

He suddenly shuffles downwards and you feel his hot breath between your legs.

"I’m getting these 45 percent, pretty girl."

He shoves your panties to the side not wasting another second. You take it back. Your instinct was wrong, yes his hands are good but his tongue is down right unholy.

Your hands seek anchor in his hair, his nose brushing your clit while he licks in dedicated long and then tiny strokes. His beard will leave a delicious burn between your legs for the next few days that is for sure. His hands grip your waist so tight as if you could vanish any second. When he starts to suck your clit you're gone, pressing him closer while you ride out your high. It’s actually embarrassing. How long was that? Five minutes?

"Take the 45 percent you deserve it." You're breathless and your eyelids are heavy. He positions himself next to you tugging the two of you under the blanket.

The next morning he wakes you up with a whisper in your ear.

"Is someone upstairs?"

"Sorry, forgot to tell you I have a roommate, don’t worry he’s part of the team." Team, as if you were some type of superhero group, what a silly thought. It is answer enough for John apparently, you can feel him relax again.

The wood of the stairs creeks under footsteps. A familiar groggy voice speaking.

"Morning."

"Morning." Suddenly John shoots up while you hear Bob slowly making his way over to the open kitchen. You turn around to look at John and you're met with an expression close to horror or disbelief?

"Bob?" Now he has your attention, your shooting up too. Bob drops his empty cereal bowl which is fortunately made out of plastic. He turns around slowly.

You don’t have to think hard. There is only one person on this earth that could get such a reaction out of Bob.

You gasp in shock. "Fuck, you are John Walker."

You put your clothes back on and all the while they didn't exchange a single word, they were just staring at each other. Then John comes to his senses and moves before Bob can do anything about it, he’s pulled into a tight hug.

"I- I thought you were dead or something." Bob’s eyes wander to you helplessly. You take a deep breath to keep your voice stern.

"John, I think you should leave."

"What? No."

"John leave, right now." Bob’s voice is quite only a whisper, you know him well enough that it means that he is right before snapping, the question is always in which direction.

"I’m not leaving you again Bobby." He wants to pull Bob in a hug again but Bob pushes him away. Okay now you know where this is going.

"Get lost John! There is a fucking reason why I wasn’t there the day you wanted to pick me up! I didn’t want to see your ass ever again!"

Something shifts, you know Bob for three years now. You have seen a lot of his lows, his highs too but this is different.

His voice is filled with hate, his face a deep red spreading all the way up his ears. You're not a hundred percent sure if he is physically capable of doing so but he looks close to throwing a fight.

Before things can escalate you throw yourself between them.

"John, do what he said." You push him off and he looks startled, hurt. He gathers his stuff, the door falls shut and you turn around.

"Bobby I didn’t know, he didn't tell me his last name." He storms off, the loud bang lets you jump.

"Fuck." You honestly don’t know what to do. You're just glad that you haven’t told John anything so far. Since Bob is probably not in the mood to talk you go to town to run some errands.

The store is short before closing when you walk out with two heavy bags in hand and as if the last hours weren't shitty enough you feel the handles giving in to the weight.

The sign slipping past your lips comes close to a cry, you bend down to pick everything up, when you reach for a can you flinch at the unexpected skin contact.

When you look up you stop breathing. Bob has beautiful night sky eyes, John's were a soft blue with a certain brightness to them. The eyes looking back at you right now are something else, smooth like a wave pulling you into the depths of the ocean and you would love to drown in them.

Then your eyes wander to the tag on his uniform "Sheriff Barnes". Great, just great. Oh no he’s tilting his head, did he say something?

"What?"

"I asked if you're new here darling."

Oh shit, don’t panic. You remember yourself to stay cool.

"Yes uhm I moved here- I moved here a couple of weeks ago." Yes, nonchalant as ever. Wow, his smile is- oh lord send help.

He hands you the remaining stuff, then he heads inside the store coming back with some new bags.

"Thank you Sheriff Barnes."

"It’s Bucky to you."

"Thank you Bucky." You should move but you can’t he is too god damn captive, instead you giggle, what are you? Twelve?

"Be careful, see you around." To your luck he is leaving on his own. If you were to decide you would walk after him and kiss him stupid on the backseat of his police car and so much more.

Back at home the nice thoughts don’t last long. Something is off. There should be music blasting from Bob’s speakers and weed should linger in the air but it is quiet, awfully quiet.

You drop the bags at the entrance and sprint upstairs. Bob’s room is empty yet there is light slipping through the bathroom door. You try to open it and it's locked, you hammer with your flat hand against it, panic flooding you.

"Bob, open the door. Right now."

Nothing.

"Bobby open the fucking door!"

Nothing.

It takes exactly three attempts to push the wooden door out of its hinge. The sight in front of you lets your blood chill while you leap forward.

"Hell no." You have to wrestle with him. You know that he is stronger than he looks, the exhaustion on his side is to your advantage.

"Leave me the fuck alone!"

"You will not relapse under my roof Bob!"

The needle comes dangerously close to his arm, then the vial shatters on the ground and he starts crying, no not crying he is breaking down. Waterfalls from his eyes, nose running, it’s ugly and it hurts to witness.

You pull him up as good as you can and drag him to his bed. You free his upper arm from the tourniquet and secure it in the pocket of your pants. The next part is humiliating in any way possible but you can’t come up with another idea at the moment.

The drawer of the nightstand is your target, before he can protest his wrist is cuffed to the frame of the bed.

"What are you doing? Take it off!"

"We can do this the easy or the hard way Bobby, do you have more?" He silently shakes his head from left to right and you just know that he is lying.

You stand up and search around the room robbing him of every piece of privacy. You look through every drawer, under every piece of clothing, then your eyes wander to the top of his wardrobe.

When he sees the four vials in your hand his body moves in ways that would hurt him if he wasn’t on a bed, like a child throwing a tantrum.

You break them all in the bathroom and flush the liquid down the toilet.

"Is there more?"

"Fuck you bitch! You didn't have the right to do that! Why can’t you just leave me alone like everyone else!"

You walk over to the bed and cage him under your body. Now your tears mix with his.

"Because I love you, I thought you know. And I will not let you ruin your life just because you think you're not worth it."

You lower yourself on him hoping that your weight offers him some comfort, when his breath evens out you free the cuff from the frame, too early.

He overpowers you and the cuff hits your forehead, not hard enough to hurt but it will leave an ugly scar. What does in fact hurt is his hand around your throat.

"I don’t need your help!" Your nails dig into his arm which doesn't bother him at all. Your pupils start to blow wide, your lunges nearly empty.

"Bobby please I love you and John he-"

He slams your head against the soft mattress once.

"Don’t say it! He doesn't love me, nobody does!" With all the strength left inside of you your right hand cups his cheek while you slowly nod.

He lets go of you and you start gasping for air.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, I- I don’t know what- what has gotten into me, shit I’m sorry." Careful you pull him down into your side, placing gentle strokes on his head.

"Ssh ssh Bobby, everything is alright."

"I- I almost killed you shit I’m so sorry."

"I’m still here, I’m not going to leave you okay? We will figure things out."

This time he calms down for real but before he can fully pass out you slightly pat against his cheek.

"Tell me who sold that to you. I need his name."

"I don’t know his name, he has a 666 tattoo under his left eye." When Bob is deep asleep you dare to stand up and shove a pillow between his arms. He will probably sleep for the next 14 hours or so.

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You're at the bar now not able to find the man so you ask the bartender for advice.

"George, right?"

"Depends on who is asking."

"Just a girl looking for something beyond alcohol to have fun."

He nods towards the backdoor, why didn't you think about that yourself?

The alley is dimly lit and smells like smoke and garbage. A second and you see the actual trash.

"What is a pretty girl like you doing here?" Seems like he is his best customer. His face is covered in pimples and you count at least three teeth missing.

"Oh I’m just looking for something strong."

"Well to your luck I have weed, snow and some pills for your next party-"

"I need something stronger than that."

"You're sure Missy? Okay have have some H left should get you through a-"

He is not able to finish his sentence. You press him against the brick wall and he whimpers like a dog.

"Listen here you piece of shit," you show him a picture of Bob. "This is my friend, if you ever sell him anything again you will eat through a straw for the rest of your life, understood?" You add a little more pressure.

"Yes yes, just let go of me okay?"

You do and want to head off until you hear him mutter.

"Crazy Bitch." He had it coming, his nose is definitely broken now. You walk a little faster since the sun already starts to rise far in the distance.

You have left the alley behind you when a voice lets you stop.

"Hey!" Oh no. You turn around hiding your hands behind your back.

"Sheriff B- Bucky what a lovely surprise."

"I’m just done with my shift." The charming smile drops the second you come into his view fully. He is probably irritated by the scar on your forehead and the forming bruises around your neck, Not to mention the drops of blood on your wrists.

"Is everything alright, you look like hell."

"If it helps I also feel like hell." It's supposed to be funny but he is not laughing.

"Let me see." You take a step back. The plan was to draw as little attention as possible to you and Bob and now you had the attention of the very same sheriff who patrols around the bank at night or rather till 5 am.

Helpless should describe you best now. Running would be suspicious, giving into his offer is tempting but you would have to come up with excuse after excuse.

To your luck or dismiss, you will decide that later, you feel a hand on the small of your back. "Hey baby there you are," John gives you an over the top smooch on the cheek then his gaze wanders to Bucky. "Sheriff Barnes." You watch as both their expressions harden "Walker."

Whatever is going on between them, the tension is thick enough to cut through with a knife or maybe a chainsaw would be a better fit. John pulls you fully in his embrace and throws you a look of concern. "Could it be that you had one drink too much, huh sweetheart? Excuse her sheriff, she doesn't know what's good for her sometimes."

"Seems it. You should look out for her Walker, it can be dangerous out here especially at night." If he‘s going to clench his jaw just the tiniest bit more you're sure it snaps. John shoves you around and urges you to walk. "Thank you for the advice sheriff."

He doesn't even ask, he just opens the door to his car and to keep the illusion alive you sit down. You're pretty sure Bob is still deep in the depths of dreamland, so you let John into the house. He manhandles you onto the couch as if he lives here too and comes back in with the first aid kit from his car.

While he disinfects your wounds your noisy side shows up. "So, you and the sheriff? Not that close huh?"

"Oh he hates me."

"And will you tell me why or should I ask him?"

"I‘m a divorced, dishonorably discharged veteran who takes on odd jobs to pay his child support. He is the textbook definition of a law obeying loved by everyone sheriff, never too scared to protect the innocent. What do you think?" You bite your lip, why do you get the feeling that he is not telling you everything. "You have a child?"

"He’s five now. I’m not allowed to visit him, he has a new father now, a better one."

"Hey, it’s okay. We all went through some shit." 

"I just hate myself for the fact that- we had him because we thought it would save our marriage, instead I destroyed her life and his too." 

"That's what you need the money for." 

"They should have everything they need or want. I don’t want her to worry about anything, I know that money is not everything but it's the only thing I can provide."

The silence does not last long as he inspects your throat. 

"And what happened here?"  

"Bob, he nearly relapsed today. I could stop him right in time, he had a bad day. And then I went to the bar and beat the dealer up." 

He brings you an ice pack from the freezer. The cold on your assaulted skin is soothing.

"Since when is he sober?" 

"I found him after rehab. We both needed money so we stayed together. He’s been sober since, well cali sober."

"And what do you guys do to get money?" 

You take a deep breath, it's all or nothing now. 

"Have you heard about those robberies where there is never any evidence left?" 

"No way." You press your lips together waiting for his final reaction. 

"How?!"

"Well Bob is actually really good with all this technical stuff and I basically do everything else. Planning, preparing the getaway car, booking or renting accommodations like this house. We're always targeting the smaller towns."

"And what would my part be in all of this?"

"Bob wanted a third to protect me if things go sideways at some point. Nearly every town in this state has leveled up their security. We can deal with old tech, humans are a little more complicated."

"Protect? Hm you found the right man for this if Bob would allow it at some point. I just don’t understand why he doesn't want to see me. I was the one who got him the spot at the clinic, he wanted it. We talked about everything we would do afterwards."

"He told me. Not a lot tough but if I understood correctly he wanted you to go back to your old life, I guess that makes sense now."

"And I just wanted to start a new one with him." Ouch that hit deep.

"Give him time okay?" He just secured the gauze around your hand now you feel the tiredness creeping up to you and you simply dooze off on the couch.

All the while Sheriff James Buchanan Barnes practically bites into the steering wheel of his car, cursing under his breath. How could you end up with a moron like John Walker? He is a hundred percent sure that the bruises on your body were from him, they had to be. You would have nothing to offer against a man like Walker. Bucky knows about him, about the reasons he was dishonorably discharged from the army, one worse than the other.

He talks himself into it. Into believing that he just wants to protect you. You're a part of this town after all, the town he swore to protect with his life. So of course when he sees Walker strolling through the town he follows him, even though he is off duty at the moment. He is just observing, how he buys two hoodies which don't seem his size, a huge bouquet of mixed flowers and a single red rose, and some chocolates. All of this seems like gifts, pathetic apologies, perhaps for what he did to you.

Sadly Walker's trip ends at his own apartment but Bucky will keep an eye on him, that is for sure.

When you open your eyes again you feel a warm lap under you and an even warmer hand on your head.

"Morning Babe." You give a big stretch and a deep jawn.

"Morning Bobby, how you feelin?"

"Better. Was John here this morning?"

"He drove me back and took care of my, injuries." You shoot your hand up in the air like a prize.

"God what did you do this time?"

"Don’t worry your pretty head about it." You give him a kiss on the nose not really sure where you two are with your relationship right now. You never talked about it before but now with John in the picture it is different, right?

You want to stand up but he tilts your head to the side exposing your neck.

"Sorry, that looks really bad. I don’t know why, why I lost control."

"I think you do know Bobby. Under different circumstances I would find it hot, tough." Your breath gets stuck in the back of your throat. He's kissing down on the side of your neck but you're pushing him off.

"Babe please, let me make it up to you." He is right at attacking your neck again but you dodge his attempt.

"No, there is nothing you have to apologize for. You should get things straight with J-"

You don’t get to finish your sentence. He is on his knees, right between your legs, getting rid of every piece of fabric separating his tongue from you.

Just when you try to push him away again he his hands fly to your hips, holding you in place, he is on a mission and you will not stop him.

With one huge dedicated lick over your clit you give in. Your hands buried in his hair, nails digging in slightly for support. Your body melts into his movements and you let him apologize in the twisted way he wants to.

It’s always messy with Bob but this time he takes it to another level. Your inner thighs are covered in his spit, the ends of his hair soaked in your juice. The view is breathtaking nonetheless. You sneak two of your fingers in his mouth and drool slowly drops to the ground, you could have come on the spot. "Can you hold still for me baby?" He frantically shakes his head, his eagerness sends a deep wave of pleasure through you.

You hold his head tight in your hands moving up and down using him like a toy. "You're such a good boy, you know that?" The praise lets him whine. Your body cramps until every single fiber lets go at once, your moan music to his ears. When you come down he lets himself fall between your legs, his head resting on your left thigh.

"Please tell me you're feeling better now." All you get is a lazy thumbs up and you let your own head rest against the back of the couch.

Late in the Afternoon but before the sun has fully settled you ask Bob if he can stay alone for some time and he assures you that it's fine. You're in need for a walk, simply to think and clear your mind.

Five minutes after you left the bell rings and Bob thinks you must have forgotten something so he opens the door without a second thought.

"Hey." Bob makes an effort to push the door shut but John's large foot stops him from doing so.

"Can I come in? Please? I just want to talk." Bob looks left, right and left again, then pulls John inside the house by his shirt.

"Make it quick, what do you want?" John reveals what he’s been hiding behind his back and Bob flushes. 

"John no, this is too much." 

"I’m sorry Bob I’m so sorry I should have been there for you more. Fuck I should have just went to rehab with you. You can be so proud of yourself, three years is a long time."

"No, stop John." Bob takes a step back while John comes two closer to him. 

"Don’t say that. Don’t say you want me to stop. Don’t lie to me." 

"I’m not lying- it’s, John I should be the one apologizing! You did nothing wrong for heaven's sake I left you!" John takes another step forward throwing his gifts on the coffee table, Bob stands still right where he is. 

"Tell me you didn't think about me in the last three years. Tell me you never missed me for even a second. Tell me you don’t love me and I leave and never come back… Say it!" 

"I fucking can’t John because I do love you!" Bob is the one closing the remaining short distance between them. The kiss is all teeth and tongue, one trying to reach deeper than the other. Its Bob parting them to gasp for air. 

"I thought you just wanted to talk?" 

"We can stop if you want."

"Well, we have three years to make up for, don't we?" Bob's feet leave the floor and John carries him upstairs, lips never parting until he gets thrown into the bed. 

John’s hands get rid of Bob’s shirt and he stops, his pupils blowing wider than before. "Did you, did you work out?"

Bob can’t hold back a giggle raising his foot up to John's adorable tummy already showing under his shirt. "You clearly didn’t." John can’t help himself but stare mindlessly at the view in front of him "Don’t be so mean, you gave me a really hard time." Bob cocks his eyebrows with a devilish smirk while letting his foot wander further down over John bulge. "Only a hard time?"

With a tight grip John catches Bob's ankles, spins him around and pulls him to the edge of the bed. "It’s good to know that you haven't changed one bit, you god damn tease." With a fast movement Bob’s sweatpants and his boxers are off and John is foaming at the mouth. "God’s you are as beautiful as always" As if John is not already worked up enough Bob wiggles his ass in John’s direction. "Then come here and get it big boy.”

First there is a deliciously hard smack and then Bob sees heaven. John grabs his asscheeks and pushes them apart, his tongue licking at his hole. When Bob comes dangerously close to his high he finds the ability to talk again. "Shit John, can we please fuck." It sounded more desperate than Bob intended it to and that gets a deep chuckle out of John.

"Do you have lube?" Bob rolls his eyes of course John wanted to prep him some more.

"Nightstand." John grabs into the drawer without looking first and is utterly confused by the metal in his hand.

"You're into that now?"

"Technically they aren't mine."

"Then why are you blushing?"

"John? Do you still want to fuck or-?" John gets the threat and the lube out and strips himself off of all of his clothes. He is just as impatient as Bob and starts with two fingers at once at which Bob has to soak in a deep breath. Not even five minutes does John last until he pulls Bob's hips up, starting just with the tip at first, he should have known better.

Bob shoves his hips back and John glides inside to the point that he is hitting Bob's prostate. "Oh fuck!" The moan that his shooting out of Bob's mouth is close to a cry and John has to laugh a little. "Still as impatient and greedy as ever." John now holds him firmly in place and moves, at first he goes slow but he is a hypocrite. The thrusts are relentless and the headboard clacks against the wall. Bob has his hands buried in the sheets while John has his buried in Bob's hair. They are out of air fast still John manages to murmur under his breath. "I missed you so god damn much. I will never let you leave me again. I love you."

All Bob can do is to whine, under John's touch, under his pounding, under his words, the tears roll without him noticing. Above him tears fall as well but Bob simply mistakes them as drops of sweat.

The both of them don’t last long, how could they? Bob's whine becomes higher and higher while John's raged breath forms to nothing but animalic grunts. With a sudden grip on his waists Bob finds himself on his back and he finally sees it. John's glassy yet red eyes, his wet cheeks and the guilt sitting in Bob's heart bleeds out of him. He folds his arms around John, holding him as close as possible, his mouth right next to John's ear. "I’m so sorry that I left. I will never do it again. I promise. I love you too, so much."

John folds his arms behind Bob and with one last thrust he comes so deep inside Bob and he could swear he will never be able to pull out again. At the same time Bob's fingernails dig hard into the skin of John's back and he spills all over his abs.

With all the adrenaline gone John falls onto him placing gentle little kisses all around his neck. Bob holds John's head in his hands forcing him to look him directly in the eyes and the past three years vanish as if they were separated just a few hours instead.

Time seems to become nonexistent until Bob starts to cough. "Let me get you some water okay? I will be back in a heartbeat."

It's just bad timing the second he comes down the stairs you toss your keys on the kitchen counter. You both stand there, no one knowing who should speak first, when the silence becomes unbearable you take the word.

"Good to see that you two talked things out." You take your keys back into your hand and basically run out the front door.

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While Bob and John probably go to pound town you visit drown town.

You don’t know if it was the fourth, the fifth or the sixth drink, you just know that it were too many.

The cold fresh breeze hits you as you stumble outside the bar; the park bench looks oddly comfortable; you have enough sense left to forget the idea as fast as it came.

You struggle to start your lighter when his voice pulls you out of your misery. "Is everything alright here?"

"Bucky!!! Hey oh my god, you? Here?"

"Are you drunk?"

"Pff no, are you?" The laugh coming out of your mouth is way over the top, it throws you off balance and Bucky catches you before you can hit the ground.

"Oh wow such a gentleman."

"Okay that’s it, I’m gonna drive you home." While he practically yanks you into the passenger seat of his car you still laugh that only stops when he secures the seatbelt over you.

His hands are trembling just the tiniest bit and you caught him stealing a short glance from your neckline.

"Like what you see, sheriff?" He rolls his eyes but you're sure it is not really in annoyance.

"Where do you live ?"

"Psycho Path Nr. 3." Again you laugh over the blunt joke, he just takes a deep breath and repeats his question.

"Okay okay old man, Pine Hill Road Nr.7."

You're eyeing him the whole time, wondering what he is hiding underneath his uniform. Your hand carefully wanders to his thigh.

"I see no ring, no Mrs. Barnes waiting for you at home?"

"No."

"Oh that is such a shame."

He gives you nothing in response and bat your eyes at him.

"Urgh, why so serious sheriff?"

He swats your hand away and you pout, wide eyed. "Sorry sheriff, I thought you-"

"Why are you with him?" You catch yourself before you can ask him who he means because you remember now that John implied that you were a couple.

"He is a good man, why?" He scoffs, he seems almost disgusted. "I highly doubt that." His eyes fall to your still healing bruises.

"I just like it rough, no need to worry."

"Yeah? Then why were you shaking when he put his hand on your back."

"So you think he is not good for me, You're testing the waters, draping your fingers over his covered chest. "And you think you would be a better fit, hm? Treat me better? You think you're an honorable man sheriff?"

"I’m anything but honorable. If I was, I would have called your boyfriend to pick you up darling." As slowly as possible you let your hand wander further down. "Relax, he's occupied with someo- something else." When you're hovering just over the hem of his pants he suddenly hits the break.

"I’m not a homewrecker." He gestures his head forward. Damn it, your home already.

"Thank you for the ride, Bucky." You lean towards him and he doesn't flinch back as you give him a slight kiss on the cheek. With a smug grin you get out of the car. You will ruin this man, whatever it will cost.

And all the while you collapse on the couch Bucky is still outside grabbing the wheel as if it was its fault that you were taken.

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The gentle touch of Bob's hand is what wakes again. With this type of smile you can’t do anything else than to smile back at him.

"Morning sleeping beauty."

"Gods Bobby were you guys fucking or fighting."

"Both."

"Ew, tell me you showered."

"Twice actually. My Dad called…we need to work on our plan. John’s coming back later."

"Yes Sir." You throw him a lazy salute and he laughs, he actually laughs and it warms your heart to no end.

"If he makes you happy he can move in if you want."

"That would be okay for you?"

"Everything that makes you happy makes me happy too Bobby."

"I love you. Eggs or pancakes?"

"Pancakes please."

When you're done with the tower of the most sugary breakfast you have ever had you go upstairs to shower and change. Your heart drops to your knees when you enter your room.

On your bedside table sits a beautiful rose, on your bed a soft hoodie and a box of chocolate. At least John knows how to apologize.

Back in the living room the huge table is covered in blueprints, papers and pens. Bob hurled over them lost in his thoughts. You sit down and wait until he is finished.

"Wanna wait till John’s here?"

"Makes sense right? Did you already choose our vacation spot?"

"I found this, must be from the previous tenants. It looks nice." He hands you a postcard with nothing written on it but the front is covered in a beautiful white beach.

"Mykonos it is then." You place the card on the table and with a heavy airflow John comes through the front door. None of you notice that the card is now under one of the shelves.

"Hey sorry I’m late." Bob hugs him so close that they nearly fall to the ground. You're happy for them really but you can’t help yourself to feel a little sting in your heart when John cups Bob's face and they kiss with so much intention.

"Bob if I remember you were the one to wake me up because of the plan."

"Yeah sorry." He lets go of John and reveals a big ass bite mark on the side of his throat. They are really matching each other's freak or rather psychopath you're not sure yet.

With the three of you sat, Bob can finally start. "The security system is brand new but it is the same as the last time, it will take me five minutes to take it down. You two will have thirty minutes at best so rather count with twenty."

You and John nod at the same time, both admirably staring at Bob as if he just found the cure to a deadly disease.

"I hacked their cameras for a while. They have an In-House Security Guard, he leaves around eight locking everything up. The sheriff comes around at seven and leaves at five."

With the word sheriff John's eyes land on you with a dirty smirk, you show him the nail of your perfectly manicured middle finger.

"I think we have the perfect distraction for Sheriff Barnes."

"I know what I will do and trust me John, you will not like it or at least I hope so."

"Did I- did I miss something?"

"Nothing important Bobby. So with Buck- Barnes out of the picture we have twenty minutes to raid this whole place. Do you know how much?"

"Something close to half a million." John soaks in a deep breath.

"You guys are telling me that you robbed all those banks before and still don’t have enough?"

"I had a lot of depth. I went to college, dropped out, went again, you name it, and my parents left me with a hefty medical bill. Do you know how much one blood transfusion costs?"

"And you Bob?" You and Bob alike start to bite down on your lips. You will not say a word. He has to decide if he is comfortable enough.

"Bob?"

"Well when we- when we started this whole thing I made a mistake, a stupid one and my dad-"

"No."

"I might have sent him a photo of us with all the money and now he is blackmailing us."

"How much money does he let you keep?"

"Enough." John is disdurbingly composed. When you first heard about all of this you were halfway down the highway with the intention to cut his dad's dick off but Bob talked you out of it. Scared that someone could find out and you would go to jail.

"Bob, do you mind if she and I go outside? I could need a cigarette and I think she needs one too."

"You can smoke inside. I do that all the time?"

John throws you a look and you catch the clue.

"No he is right we should smoke outside. I mean this place is only rented, I don’t want to paint the walls or something."

Up and out the two of you are. You are honestly surprised when he holds the open pack your way.

"Wouldn’t have pegged you for a smoker."

"Only when I’m stressed." You put the cigarette into your mouth and he lights it for you.

"Did he tell you? The things his father did to him?"

"He did as best as he could. My imagination did the rest."

"And what did you feel? Hate?"

"No, the word for this feeling has not been invented yet. Hate would be too generous."

"Do you know where he lives?"

"Yes, a good twelve hours drive from here," The expression on his face scares you at first when you see the glimmer in his eyes you become curious "John? What do you have in mind?"

"Do you want to increase the years from 20 to life long?"

Everything thats happening after this conversation is highly questionable. You tell Bob that you want to visit your parents which he already finds suspicious but when you tell him that John offered to drive it takes one hour of arguing to get him not to come with you.

The car ride is quiet. You declined driving yourself so you two took a nap halfway through the route. At the doorstep to Bob's childhood home you start to tremble as John rings the doorbell. It is midday on a random wednesday everyone should be at work or in school.

When the man opens the door your stomach does a flip. The look on his face tells you he feels equally disgusted. "Did Bob send the two of you here what that fag wants now?"

You can catch him before he hits the ground. The needle John inserted into his arm without hesitation did exactly what it's supposed to do. Together you carry him to the car. Zip ties and a gag can’t hurt right?

You can’t help it, you're fidgeting and shifting in your seat the first hour of the ride back home. Sweat clinging to your forehead, heart racing while John seems indifferent.

"You okay?"

"No John I’m not. We kidnapped someone!"

"I thought we agreed he deserves it?"

"He does." Suddenly John's hand is on your thigh slipping higher up to the hem of your dress.

"What the hell are you doing? What about Bob?"

"Trusth me he’s fine with it." He pulls your panties to the side his thick fingers circling your clit.

"John if you're lying to me I swear, oh holy-." He wastes no time and lets two of his fingers slide in. Your nails violently dig into the leather of the car seat and you let out a pressed moan. He is not looking at you, eyes fixed on the street in front of him still he manages to get you undone within an embarrassing short period of time.

Your own eyes are too heavy. You nearly miss how he licks his fingers clean and takes out his phone.

"John what the fuck?" You try to snatch it out of his hand but he holds it out of your reach. He shows you the picture and heat shots to your cheeks. Your hair is a mess and a thin line of drool drips from the corner of your mouth.

"Give me that!"

"Ah ah ah." From the movement of his thump it is clear that he is sending it to someone.

"Had to make sure Bobby knows I’m taking good care of our girl." You hide your face in your hands, Bob will probably throw you out for that.

John gives you a cocky smile and secures his phone back into the pocket of his jeans. You sleep safe and sound for the rest of the ride.

It is your duty to distract Bob while John carries his dad down to the basement. Then the two of you wait until this bastard opens his eyes. When his vision clears he has the audacity to laugh and that lets John's blood boil to an unnatural extent. You try to hold him back, but his fist hits Bob's Dad and break something apparent by the blood that's spilling out of him, he still just laughs.

"John, remember we did this for Bob, he has to choose, get him." With clenched firsts and a tight jaw he leaves the two of you alone.

"You should know that Bob is a good man despite you in his life, he is nothing like you." This time he scoffs and you go with a strong kick against his shinebone.

A loud "You two did what?!" lets you step back and lean against the wall. Bob is as pale as a ghost when he comes downstairs and his eyes find his father.

For a second you think you messed up however the fear in his face changes to anger fast. Bob approaches him slowly, not quite sure what to do. He takes the gag out and of course his father starts talking immediately.

"You know what Bobby? You are pathetic. Look at you, 31 and still you have nothing, you are still nothing." You're impressed by Bob's punch honestly, his dad is not and continues his talking like he is the only thing on this planet that matters, it makes you sick. "Those little friends you have here? What are they? A whore and a pimp? Think they can protect you? Think they will not leave like everyone else did? Just like your Mother?" With the next punch a tooth flies through the room, for Bob's own safety you pull him back, instead he grabs John's gun he had hidden in the back pocket of his jeans.

His dad doesn't flinch and you start to wonder if some kind of craziness runs in the family. "The day mom left she was black and blue, you did that to her, she left because of you, not me!"

"And still Bobby, she left, without you, at some point everyone will." Bob's hands start to shake, water forming in his eyes, he can’t do it and that is okay, that is one of the many reasons why you love him. "You will leave me- us alone, understand? I will not send you anymore money and you will not-"

"Oh Bobby, you're not getting rid of me. I have that pretty picture you sent me, remember? As long as you and your friends don't want to spend 40 years behind Swedish bars you-" You jump in your spot at the numbing crack.

It wasn't Bob, John is the one with his finger on the trigger, his eyes as dark as the night. Bob falls to the ground crying and sobbing and John goes down with him. Right as you want to join, the doorbell sends a second wave of shock through you.

You run upstairs fast as the ringing becomes more and more aggressive. You're short before shouting but your demeanor drops the second you realize who stands on your steps.

"Bucky, hey. It's good to see you." He gives you a once over and for a second his eyes stay locked on your shoes. It's a small splash but he is a trained sheriff so he knows what fresh blood looks like. He clears his throat, you can't think of a reason why he came here.

"I just wanted to check in on you, since I didn't see you around the last two days."

"What, you thought something happened to me? You know most people like being at home right?"

"Yes, sure but it is a small town you know."

"So, here I am sheriff, you did your work, I’m safe and sound, have a nice day."

You try to close the door as fast as you can but his foot is faster.

"I also wanted to ask you if you and John will join us tomorrow." You need a second to remember what date it is then it dawns you.

"You mean the apple festival right?" His eyes light up and a shy smile forms on his face and you're pretty sure he is blushing a little.

"Exactly. There will be apple cider, apple scented soap, apple picking-"

"And let me guess, apple pie?"

"Right, so the two of you are coming?" You tumble with your fingers. John can stay with Bob right? You are allowed to have a little fun.

"I’m coming, alone. At six." His eyes light up some more and yours do too. You almost forget what waits for you downstairs.

"At six then. can’t wait to see you." With a wink he is gone and you close the door. Down in the basement Bob is still crying in John's arms, this time you join in hugging Bob from behind.

"Who was that?"

"Just the mailman… We have to get rid of him tonight or he will start to smell." John just nods while Bob's crying intensifies.

Even though Bob was a wrecked mess when the night finally settled over the town he insisted on coming with you and John. His dads body is now covered in the largest plastic bag you could find at the hardware store. The lake underneath the boat lets it rock in a soothing rhythm. The splash is loud and water soaks your pants.

As the three of you watch the body sink down to the ground you speak under your breath "Any last words?" Both of them just shake their heads in a no "Jeffrey Reynolds. I hope you will never rest and that you will burn in hell until the end of time."

The three of you speak in unison now "Amen."

Back at home you want to retreat to your room but none of them are having that. Bob takes one of your hands and John the other and pulls you with them to Bob's room. You're too tired to protest. Just like them you get rid of your dirty and sweaty clothes and make yourself comfortable in Bob's bed. You and John caging Bob between you.

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The next day Bob clings to you like a koala and the faint smell of garlic and caramelized onions hits your nose. "If you like my pancakes you have to try what John's cooking, he is basically a master chef." You smile down at drooling sleepy Bob, you gently take his face into your palm. "How are you?"

"I feel good, I shouldn't but I do."

He was right, John's cooking is on another level. You slept in so long that it is already time for you to get ready. With your hand on the doorknob John's voice fills the living room.

"Where are you off to in that outfit?” It's nothing too fancy, you are dressed exactly for an apple festival as you should. "Going to this festival you two wanna come with me?" Bob would never say yes, John is a little more hesitant but you would bet your ass that he is grateful for a few hours alone with Bob.

"Nah have fun, don't do anything stupid."

"Likewise, you two maniacs." 

When you arrive at the plaza you're in for a surprise. It is the first time that you see him without his uniform. Instead he wears a navy blue sweater and washed out blue jeans. Right now he sits at a way too low table surrounded by a bunch of kids, they are drawing and so is he.

"Good evening to all you creative geniuses." The children don't pay you too much attention but Bucky does of course, he is up in an instant and pulls you into a tight hug. "You look absolutely gorgeous angel."

And like it is in the nature of children they start to mock him "You look absoooluty gorgeous aaangel." You can’t help yourself but laugh. "Sush or I will tell the principal to bring back Sunday school. Do you guys want that" He doesn't mean it, still the children all shake their heads and smile to themselves. "I hope nobody is disappointed if I hijack the sheriff for a while?"

The kids just giggle and you two leave. "So Sheriff Barnes, are you going to show me around since I’m only here because of your invitation?"

"With the greatest pleasure."

He guides you to every stall on the plaza. He introduces you and falls into light chit chat with everyone, it melts your heart. Everyone here seems to love him but how can they not? After the performance of the local band he leans over to you. "What do you say, I get us some pie and we drive somewhere quieter?"

You silently agree and twenty minutes later he stops his car right in front of a wide field that is blooming with wild flowers. "It's beautiful here, Bucky." He hands you the pie "Not as beautiful as you."

The silence while the two of you are eating is comfortable, that is until he starts to ask you "So what are you doing for work?"

"Oh I’m a call center agent. That's why I can work everywhere and whenever I want." Your answer takes him by surprise and you two, rather the fact that you could come up with a lie that easily.

"You don’t strike me as someone who dreamed from the age of five to become a call center agent."

"Well it's not my dream but it pays the bills."

"And what is your dream?"

"That is part of the problem. I had too many, could never stick with one thing to become good enough. What about you? You've been watching a lot of Miami Vice when you grew up?"

That genuinely makes him laugh and your stomach flatters.

"My old man was a sheriff too, do I have to tell the rest?"

"Jeez sorry to hear that. Let me guess you would have rather become a teacher."

He laughs again this time with his whole heart and you do too your eyes never leaving his smile.

"Well I actually never had the time to think about it. I never questioned it either. I always believed parents know best. I put teacher on my list."

“Can I ask you something private?"

"I think you already did but go on."

"How did you and Walker got together?"

You nearly choke on your plastic fork because that is a really good question and he doesn't miss that you think about it longer than you should.

"We uhm, the first night I moved here I went to that bar, he paid for my drink and that's probably it."

"So you're together with him because he brought you a drink?"

"No no no that would be crazy no he is, I don’t know he is quite the charmer, he does a lot for me around the house, he even cooks most of the time."

You start to sweat and you avoid his gaze as best as you can.

"What about you? I mean you're handsome, everyone in this town seems to love you. What is the matter with you? Are you secretly a serial killer or something?"

"I had to concentrate on school, then on climbing the ladder. Maybe I did saw to many movies because I always thought the right person would simply just stumble into my life, like on the street or something." God the hope in his eyes breaks your heart. He can’t mean this, he can’t mean you.

"Oh look it's pretty late, would you mind driving me home?" He starts the engine without another word. When you reach your destination you try to make a quick exit but he grabs your hand and the air gets stuck in your lungs.

"Wait, I have something for you."

From the backseat he pulls out the most beautiful bouquet you have ever seen.

"Oh my god Bucky I-"

"Just tell him you won it at the tombola, he doesn't strike me as a man who buys his girl flowers." If he only knew, nonetheless you lean forward to give him a kiss on the cheek again and head inside.

You come to a stop right behind the shut door taking a deep sniff from the flowers smiling to yourself like an idiot till someone floods the living room with the overhead lights.

"Where were you?"

"I told you I was going to the festival."

"The flowers?"

"Tombola." John struts over to you, takes the bouquet forcefully out of your hands and tosses it on the coffee table.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He comes closer and cages you against the door scrunching his nose, sensing Bucky's cologne on you.

"You were with him right?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because you’re fucking the god damn sheriff of the very same town we want to rob."

"Oh my god, you fucking the sheriff?"

"Shut up Bob, I’m not fucking the sheriff!"

John cups your jaw, his pupils are blown but there is also something else behind his eyes. You also smell a hint of whisky.

"But you wish you would, right? Bet you wished he fucked you in the backseat of his car, uniform still on."

With as much strength as you can gather you push him away. Your blood is boiling and your voice loud and raw.

"You will not talk to me like that under my own roof!" The back of your hand hits his face, the impact doesn't seem to hurt him but now he is furious.

He pushes you back against the door and your back hits the wood with full force, you really don’t know what has gotten into him. Before he can say anything again you take the word.

"I leave. I'm so sick of this."

His hand presses you at the throat, just to show off some stupid dominance he thinks he has over you.

"You will not leave us. Not me and not Bob. Did you forget your part in this?"

"Maybe I’m sick of watching the two of you playing husband and wife."

"But Bobby loves you and I do too. I thought we made that clear?"

That is what all of this is about? He is jealous of a man you didn't even get to kiss you? You're speechless, you never gave yourself the freedom to even consider…

"Bobby, should we show her what I mean?" You hear a frantically nod and then you're getting swept off your feet, yanked over John's shoulder.

"Let me down you caveman!" You hammer against his back but he doesn't care. Next he throws you on Bob's bed, he wastes no time and crawls over you.

He kisses your neck while a second pair of hands tear down your panties despite your kicking legs.

"What the hell are you two doing?" You have to swallow hard to not let out a moan since Bob's mouth is already down between your legs. John’s mouth is now right next to your ear, the ends of his beard sending goosebumps through your whole body.

"We are just giving our desperate girl what she needs considering that our loyal sheriff wasn’t able to get the stick out of his ass and do it himself."

"I’m not desperate- oh god." Your eyes roll back into your skull. Why were they so in tandem? Bob was working you with two of his long fingers. John's fingers work on the buttons of your dress.

"Sounds pretty desperate to me." He opens the fabric and reveals your lace bra.

"Look at this Bobby, all dolled up and it's not even for us."

"That really hurts my feelings Babe."

You want to say something but it gets stuck in the back of your throat as John rips the fabric off and the warm breaths of his hit your buds.

The sound of panting and wet tongues fill the room. They are not messing around; it feels like they are on a mission to break you, for better or for worse.

With your body shaking and your mind hazed you nearly miss how John looks behind him.

"Got her ready for me Bobby?"

John body heat disappears and with the last ounce of strength left you prep yourself up your elbows. He takes off his shirt, you see some nasty scars and bruises Bob probably left on him, then it starts to get interesting.

With one go he pulls down his sweats and boxers together and you let yourself fall onto the bed again, no wonder they are fucking all the time with that between John's legs.

Five minutes later you are in literal heaven. You and the bed are shaking as John has your legs on his shoulders, gripping your thighs and pounding relentlessly into you. How can he hit all the right spots, is there something this man isn’t good at?

"You're enjoying yourself Babe?"

"Mmmmhhh."

"Aw look at her going stupid already. Tell me, pretty girl, is this better than the stupids fantasies you have about Barnes?"

So lost in the pleasure you just shake your head in a yes.

"Fucking knew it. Why don’t you show Bob how much you love him too?"

You don’t get a say. Next you're on all fours John behind you while Bob lazily pulls his own sweatpants down.

He offers you a headtilt, silently asking for your permission. You use one hand to grab his ass and move him forwards taking his cock in one go. His hands fly to your hair immediately to not lose balance while you need a second to get used to nose breathing only. In all honestly? You could have stayed like this for hours. Getting lost in their touches, their sounds of pleasure. Then you feel Bob tensing. You know that he is close, from the way he presses his eyes and scrunches his nose in this sweet way only he is able to.

A loud smack to your ass catches your attention. You're close too pretty girl?" You nod as best as your position allows. You're not lying, maybe you already had an orgasm and just can’t remember.

You don’t see the glance they are exchanging, you only feel that they both lose their rhythm completely. John presses your lower back down and with one last brutal and deep hit a wave of lighting washes through you and through him as well as you can hear from his choked groan. Bob follows shortly and you swallow all of it.

Bob leaves his position, John stays inside a little longer. As soon as your head lands on the pillow, exhaustion knocks you out to an extent that you can only hear distantly.

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It is still dark outside when your body decides it needs something, tea, chocolate, a cigarette, doesn't really matter. 

When you see that Bob had the same idea and already prepared a warm cup for you the fog in your head lifts.

You sit down next to him, the taste a chamomile filling your body with calm.

"So about this sheriff."

"Bob, I don't wanna talk about it." He is not letting it go of course.

"Does he make you happy?"

"It doesn't matter, okay? Our plan still stands."

"But does he?" You look down to your cup in shame and he takes your hand in his.

"We figure something out. We always do." A bitter laugh slips between your lips.

"Not this time Bobby. I just want this to be over. I want to leave. Saturday." He nods.

"Why didn't you just tell him that you and John broke up?"

"Would have been pretty suspicious if he had seen us together afterwards right? He also doesn't know about you and it has to stay this way." Bob sees that you are hurting and it hurts him too but he also knows you long enough that nothing will change your stubborn mind.

"So it's us three against the world now I guess." With a gentle kiss to your forehead he pulls you in his arms and you let go. The tears streaming down your face in silent waterfalls.

You don’t leave the house, you ignore every ring of the doorbell. You can’t stand looking Bucky in the eyes. You have to gather your composure for Saturday, the last day you will see him.

By midday everything is packed, the house empty as before, only the furniture standing in its place as if you were never here.

At 11 pm sharp your thought out plan unfolds with a little delay. You and John hide behind a bunch of trees while he is ringing with himself. You're happy about his hesitance but it's inconvinient at the moment.

"I really don’t want to do that, it will hurt."

"John, stop being a little crybaby. I’m not saying you have to beat me to death, just one punch on the eye okay?"

"Can’t you just use some make-up?"

"I’m not that good at acting okay? Just do it, now!" He closes his eyes while winding his fist up. The impact lets you stumble back a few steps. Tears forming in your eyes immediately.

"Oh shit. I’m sorry I’m sorry okay?" You try your best to speak through the pain.

"Leave now. We met in forty okay? Don’t forget why we are doing all this." With heavy guilt in his chest he runs back to the car to switch places with Bob and meet you at the bank later. Meanwhile you run straight to the parked police car you don’t have to knock, he sees you approaching in the rear mirror.

"Oh god what happened to you?" You throw yourself into his arms giving it your all.

"It was John. He- he got angry with me because- because." He forces your chin up and inspects the blue blooming under your right eye.

"He kicked me out. I- I don’t know where to go I-" He doesn't waste a second he hurls you into his car and drives you home, to his home. Your vision is still blurry when you pass the threshold but the pleasant smell of laundry detergent and mint dances in your nose.

He guides you on the couch and comes back with an ice pack. When he presses it against your eye you wince in pain, tears running again.

"I’m done with him. I never want to see his ass ever again." You can feel how his body relaxes at your statement, just as he said he isn't too honorable afterall.

"Can I offer you something? Water, tea?"

"Tea would be nice, if you drink it with me." He would never say no to that.

When you take your first sip from your cup you scrunch your nose.

"Do you have sugar?"

"Sure, sure, only the best for you." He goes back to the kitchen and you take the chance, pulling out a small bottle from your jacket. Six drops should be enough for a man of his stature.

With every sip he takes you want to slap the cup out of his hands when it is empty there is no turning back. Carefully you shuffle against his side and he wraps one arm around you.

"I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble."

"Angel, that is the last thing you are causing in my life, really." If he only knew his words already start to slur so you cling closer to him savouring every last second.

"I will get him behind bars for what- for what he did- what he did to you. First thing in the morning." You don’t know why you pull yourself up to straddle his lap. He has a hard time keeping his eyes open but it is enough to let his hand rest on your cheek. You lean into the touch, a sniff escaping you.

His eyes roll into his head, the last words he manages to breath out before the roofies are working ultimately tear you apart. "Because I love you." He is gone now and it would be so easy, just one, one single touch of his lips against yours, but no. You stand up, looking around quietly. His house is better furnished as you expected.

With a deep breath you go to work. Sanitizing everything you just touched including the floor. You look back a last time your eyes got stuck on the coat stand. It is still summer so he will not miss his scarf tomorrow, right?

You basically have to run at this point to make it on time to John. Out of breath the doors to the bank unlock and so does the vault. John's eyes sparkle like the ones from a child on Christmas day. You two have exactly twenty minutes to secure as much money as possible. When every bag is filled to the brim Johns mouth is on yours with a taste of triumph, adrenaline and relief.

"Lets leave this hell of a place." He takes your hand and leads the way outside, you two come to a sudden stop as you are greeted with a deep growl. John shields you instantly and you curse under your breath. How could you miss that they have a guard dog?

He leaps forward and attacks John's calf. You don’t know how else to help yourself so you shoot a warning shot in the air. The dog flees but now the shrill sound of the sirens haul through the air. You throw one arm over John to steady him as the two of you limp to your destination. You don;t have a choice now. Bob can’t drive and the bleeding in John's leg is too severe so you take the driver's seat shaking and sweating.

"What the hell happened? I turned everything off!"

"They had a dog, the warning shot must have triggered some hidden alarm."

You can’t think properly until Bob ruttles you by your shoulders. "Hurry, we need to leave. Now!" You never heard him scream like this before, your foot hits the gas pedal all the way through and off the three of you hit the road. You don’t know how long you’ve been driving when Bob speaks again, his voice only a crack.

"We need to make a stop to close the wound." You are at the side of the road that seems kinda abandoned. Bob opens the trunk to get the first aid kid but he is shaking too much so you take it out of his hands.

"Go and change the plate, I will take care of him." John tosses and turns in pain. He will not die from it but it will leave a nasty scar. Carefully you pull the leg of his pants up and look him deep in the eyes.

"John, I will not lie to you. This will hurt, a lot." You don’t give him the chance to think about it. You apply the sanitizer and then you position the needle. He bites it down as best as he can and he holds still for the most part.

When you're done with the stitching you wrap his leg tightly in a gauze. Next thing you know is that you're standing at the field, upper body hunched over, every last bit of your last meal flooding out of you.

"Hey hey hey, everything is alright. We did it. John will get over with his injury, we have the money we just need to drive to-"

At the word "drive" your stomach does a summersault again and John comes over to hold you and places gentle pats at the top of your head.

"It's okay, take as long as you need."

"I can’t- I can’t drive us to the airport."

"Well from what I saw you are an excellent driver that is for sure."

"No John you don’t understand. I can’t."

You fall to your knees, jaw quivering, sobs escaping violently. They throw each other a worried yet confused glimpse.

"I am the reason they are dead. I killed my parents." The statement hangs heavy in the air, they can’t make sense of your words. Since the cat is out of the box you go on.

"We were driving back from the cinema, it was late. We were fighting about this stupid movie, there were no other cars. Just us and the slippery road and that damn three."

You don’t have to say more; they know exactly what would come next. They hug you so tight that it presses more tears out of you. The sun slowly starts to go up at some point and you know what that means. Your flight is scheduled for nine.

"Listen I promise you, you will never have to touch a wheel again. Just one more time, I’m sure we are not far away anymore from the airport."

You take a deep inhale and switch to autopilot. They observe you the whole ride and finally you are there, save.

Bob needs another hour to get the money transferred to your accounts, he knows people for that. At nine sharp you're sitting in the middle row, right between them not letting go of your hands.

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Back in town Bucky has to deal with the consequences of his actions. When he arrives at the scene hell breaks loose but he doesn't care.

The next day he visits your house, he knocks and rings but nobody answers. He unlocks the door within one minute and stays baffled in its frame.

Everything is gone. The books, the pictures. He goes upstairs. Everything is neat but no toiletries, no clothes, he has to face it, you are gone.

He sits down on the couch not able to connect the patterns when a man comes through the door.

"Oh Sheriff Barnes I’m surprised to see you here. Are you interested in renting?"

"No Chad I am not. I’m investigating. I need the name of the previous renter."

Without complaint the estate agent hands him the paper and Bucky lets out a genuine huff. Selena Gotobed was a name he would expect from you.

At the verge of giving up he strolls around one last time then his eyes fix on something, a piece of paper under the shelf in the living room.

He bends down, picks it up and turns the postcard a few times. It would be like trying to find a needle in a stack of hay but he is determined to give it a chance since he has all the time in the world now.

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Three weeks later the hot sun stings in your ears. The cold water of the pool that is dancing around your toes is a pleasant contrast. Greece is beautiful, the hotel you choose is exquisite. Bob and John are god knows where at the moment probably fooling around in their room.

Right now you attempt to come up with a new plan for a new place to go but it is no use. After every second thought your mind wanders back to Bucky. How he felt after he woke up. How angry he was with you or maybe if he had forgotten you already.

You don't know that he boarded a plane only four days after you. That he is walking around here somewhere trying to find you. What he finds instead is equally shocking and disgusting to him.

It is late at night and he's been walking around for hours now. The sound of music and people chatting got him inside the bar and at the sight he left instantly.

Now he keeps a safe distance to observe. John Walker with his hands all over another man's body, his tongue down his throat. Bucky is a patient and understanding man but this was straight up disrespectful.

At this moment Bucky Barnes made the first mistake in his career, he assumed. He knew that he would not get a word out of Walker so he fixated on the other man that seemed weaker, easier to break.

But that was the problem. Bob is everything but weak. So after two more days of following them Bucky finally got his chance and brought an unconscious Bob to his hotel room.

Bucky is not in the mood so he goes straight to the point when the unknown man opens his eyes.

"I'll give you exactly one chance to tell me where she is." Bob doesn't need long to count one and one together.

"Oh wow, you are the sheriff. Damn, I get it now." 

Bucky rolls his eyes in response, pulling Bob's head back with a fistful of his hair.

"I really don’t want to hurt your precious face, pretty boy, just tell me where she-" 

"You think I’m pretty, sheriff?"  

Bucky lets go of Bob's hair and an annoyed huff slips past his lips.

Bucky rolls his eyes in response pointing the gun up to Bob's head who doesn't bother to flinch, not in the slightest. 

"Its a shame that she kept you all to herself, I could show you a really good time sheriff." 

"I just want to know where she is." 

"Maybe she doesn't want to see you, ever thought about that?" 

Bucky takes a step back, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

"I just want to see her okay? I want to see that she is alright." 

"Why shouldn't she?"

"Because the last time I saw her, her eye was as swollen as a chewed gum. You should know that Walker is not the man you take him for he-" 

Bucky gets interrupted by Bob’s manic-like laughter. 

"It's cute actually you still haven't connected the pieces, sheriff."

Bucky's patience was running thin, he was not stupid, Walker was probably right up his ass. With a rough tug he forces Bob’s head up by the ends of his hair again. Bob could feel the cold metal right against his chest. 

"I don’t care, I don’t fucking care I just want to see her!" 

"Oh sheriff, first you should know I had a bad feeling about this town from the very beginning, the money was worth it though." 

"No that can’t be- she wouldnt-"

"She did- we always do it together, it is our thing. The bruises around her neck weren't from John," Bob bows his head down in shame "I did that to her, before this will happen I rather kill myself."

"And what about the alley?"

"She beat up that dealer, with this 666 tattoo, for me."

"Rich Taylor? But what about three weeks ago, she said it was Walker, she said it herself!"

"You know we needed someone to distract the dutiful sheriff. The sheriff who was on patrol to guard the bank that night," Bob leans forward, making direct eyecontact with Bucky, looking right into his soul. "Tell me Sheriff Barnes, did it feel good? Felt it good to think you were her rescuer, her saviour?"

Bob closes his eyes as soon as he hears the trigger getting pulled back.

"I’m asking one last time, where is she?"

The loud thud of a body falling to the ground is what Bob lets his eyes open again.

"Took you long enough."

"Sorry, sorry, struggled with the wifi."

"What are we going to do about- John no, we can’t do that to her."

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Currently you're standing in one of those small local gift shops weighing in if you should rather get the bowl or the cup you decide for both when the ring of your pre-paid phone pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Hey Babe uhm could you come to your room now? It's urgent."

When Bob says it is urgent you don’t think twice, you can get some souvenirs tomorrow. You open the door without announcing yourself, the second you step inside you notice first that all the curtains are pulled shut. Your heart drops to the floor and your feet move before you think.

"What did you do to him?!"

There he sat, bound to a chair, an angry red forming where the ropes sit. Blood running freely out of his nose.

"He followed us all the way here. He’s been sniffing around."

"That doesn't give you the right!"

"He knows too much!"

You look John in the eyes, then Bob and then Bucky and you come face to face with the reality that John is right.

"I do it." The room goes so silent you can hear a needle drop. John hands you the gun.

"You have five minutes." John leads Bob out by the hand and they are going to their room next door.

On autopilot you grab into your bag pulling out a pen and a piece of paper then you turn back to Bucky. You speak loud and certain.

"Do you have any last words?"

He’s not crying, not pleading with you.

"I love you."

The shot rings in your ear, you fall slithly off balance from the recoil. There is no blood, only a bullet shaped crack in the wall.

Your hands work at the ropes and while you cry at the top of your lunges without tears. Then the two of you run down to the parking lot. You shove him into the driver's seat, the gun in your hand pointed at his stomach.

You don’t have any words left when you finally reach the interstate and the same counts for Bucky.

Meanwhile Bob reads your note out loud. "See you in twenty business years, love you, both." The chair Bucky was previously tied to shatters against the wall.

You’ve been on the road for a good while now and the gas needle is dangerously low. "Next gas station you stop."

You come back with a bag of your favourite treats and drinks that were way too expensive. "Would you mind telling me where we are heading I mean-"

"The airport," he frowns his eyebrows and tilts his head, almost like a kitten. "We are flying back to the states, you will hand me over."

"Pfff no I will not."

"That wasn’t a question, Bucky." You truthly don’t know why exactly but this time you start to cry in earnest.

"I’m so sorry, Bucky. It wasn’t supposed to go like this." 

His hand ends up on your thigh and your crying intensifies. "I always mess things up but Bob and John, they deserve to be happy, promise me to keep them out of this okay?" 

"You really love them, do you?"

"Yes Bucky I do, but I also love you." 

In a quick motion his hand slips away from your tight and takes the gun out of your trembling hands and at the same time his lips land on yours. It may sound stupid but it feels exactly how they show it in movies. Fireworks shoot through you, bells ring in your ear and for a second you just float. In his touch, in this feeling, hell now you will never be able to give this up. 

He breaks the kiss first and wipes away your remaining tears. "Let’s drive back, I just want the right thing for you, okay?" 

Somehow you believe him, the drive back to the hotel is quiet, a delightful contrast for what is about to come. 

You open the door in hopes that maybe they are somewhere else. Those hopes are short lived. 

Bob pulls Bucky away from you with a knife at his throat. You're not entirely sure if Bob would ever dare to use it. 

John smacks you against the closed door but he is not touching you knowing fully well he is not in control of himself at the moment. 

"I have enough of your Romeo and Juliet bullshit. He is a fucking cop, he knows everything."

"He drove me back here John, he wants me to be happy."

"Can I say something?"

"What?" John and you spat out at the same time.

"They have suspended me indefinitely. Who would have guessed that it is not very in my favour that I was drugged out at my house the night you guys robbed the bank."

"See, he is just here because of me. I have it under control."

"You stay right where you are, understood?" You nod not knowing what else to do. He turns around and walks over to Bucky.

"Clothes off." You and Bob throw each other a rather confusing look while Bucky, grins?

"I want to see if this rat is wired, clothes off." Bucky obeys and if you wouldn't know any better he makes this some kind of a show.

You're amazed to say the least, the small belly is adorable, the rest rather trained. Bob seems to think the same.

With only his boxers left his grin grows even wider. "Shorts too." You and Bob gulp down hard as Bucky pulls the fabric down, god he is packed.

"Reminds me of last year." Bob's jaw drops to the floor while yours drops to the opposite part of the earth. Did you even heard that right?

"I see you didn’t tell them John."

"It was only one night."

"Unfortunately yes. I told you I don’t mind that you're not getting it up." 

No way. At first you press your lips together wondering if John gave Bucky the same treatment as an apology as he did to you. When you look at Bob you can not hold back a giggle at his confusion. You only form the words with your mouth, pointing at him. 

"Because of you." Bob is smitten immediately. 

John and Bucky's voices start to get louder by each spoken word. 

"I told you I’m not ready!" 

"I told you I can wait!"

"Yeah? You were the one keeping a distance." 

"Because I found out that you were part of Rick Hamlow's crew. Dealing with stolen car parts." 

"I didn’t know they were stolen. He told me he got them cheap from overseas!" 

"Still I made sure you weren’t there the day we busted him. Who do you think cut open your tires?"  

What are you supposed to do now? Your not sure if they are short before fighting or fucking. To your luck Bob breaks the tension as smug as ever gently pacing his hand up and down John's back. 

"Why don’t we leave the two love birds alone and talk about this tomorrow?" John takes one good look at Bucky, then at you then he turns to Bob taking his wrist and guiding him out of your room. John is still pissed but you are certain if someone will get it him to cool down it is Bob.

The tension they left is a little awkward since Bucky is still standing there, naked, bare naked. He suddenly becomes painfully aware of that fact too and bends down to pull his boxers back up.

"Wait!" He jolts in his spot and freezes. "Would be a waste of time to put your clothes back on right?" You breathe out nervously, scratching the back of your head. Aw now he is doing this little head tilt again and he is blushing, so cute. With faux confidence you close the distance between the two of you. Out of instinct he sits down at the edge of the bed, just looking at you as if you just hung the stars for him.

With your knee you spread his legs so you are even closer to him, he is not touching you, yet. "What- what are you doing?"

"I thought, since you are already naked we could just, you know." He gulps, now he is even more flushed than before.

"I usually don’t. I usually take people on a few dates before…"

You press your index finger to his mouth, keeping him shut. "I don’t need any more dates. I know what I want, besides we told each other I love you today, so lets skip the meet-cute and go straight to the honeymoon-phase." Your finger wanders lower and with a dedicated push to his chest his back hits the mattress.

As quick as you can you get rid of your own clothes, he risks a look and the groan that escapes him lets your heart flutter. "You are so beautiful."

Okay maybe it's your turn to become a little shy, you basically jump on top of him anyway. Your tongue finds his in the blink of an eye but it is so different. There are no teeth clashing, no harsh grabs. Only his tender palms cupping your cheeks as he holds you. If it was on him this would have been enough at the beginning, that is until a muffled moan fills the room.

"Oh fuck, John!"

You have to laugh, that is surely John's way of getting payback, Bucky is definitely not amused.

"We can stop if you want if that makes you uncomfortable.” Then it happens, for the first time you see a flicker in his eyes, his tongue brushes over his lips. "Or we could show them that it is way better here in this room, whatcha saying darling?"

You take his hands and bring them to your hips as a confirmation and he is seemingly happy about it. The friction when you feel his cock at your entrance sends a shiver of anticipation through you and then you go down, all the way. When you're fully sat you need a second to calm down, your hands seeking anchor on his chest. It is when you start to roll your hips that you are the one beating John in his own game.

The groan out of Bucky's lips is the most lovely melody you have ever heard and you will make sure to hear it as often as possible. His hands wander mindlessly to your waist, not bruising just kneading a bit and holding you steady as he begins to buckle his hips up in unison with yours. "You are perfect, you know that?"

You can only smile down at him "Bucky, not gonna lie, if we go on like this, I will not last long."

"Same for me angel, let me hear it. Let them hear it." And you do. When he holds you still and thrust up into you you don’t have another option anyway.

You bury your head in his neck, your hands in his hair. "God Bucky, I love you, please."

"Got you angel. I love you too. So god damn much." With the last word you are both gone, shamelessly crying out into each other's ears, sweat everywhere. Your thighs start to tremble so you leave his lap, cuddling him from the side, giving you both time to come down.

As your hands slowly caress his chest you can’t help yourself but let out an amused huff.

"What is it, angel? You think I’m funny?"

"Just want to make things clear. When I told you to follow your intuition and go your own way. I certainly didn't mean for you to become a criminal."

Now he is the one to laugh while giving you a kiss on the forehead. "I know. It's interesting to stand on the other side. Getting a different perspective and all."

The following silence gets broken by something borderline to a scream "Oh yes!"

"For fucking real?"

Gently you take his face in your hands again. "You will have to get used to that. They do it like rabbits."