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“Fucking monsoon outside,” you shake yourself. 

“Thanks for getting the food,” Bucky says, reaching for the bag. 

“Yeah, no problem,” you lean back in the only chair and set your meal on your lap. Starving from the mission, you devour your food fairly quickly. 

Bucky watches your mouth as you suck a drop of sauce off your thumb and his mind runs amok. He was never gonna survive sleeping in this tiny bed with you. He shifts uncomfortably trying to hide his arousal. Covertly, he watches as you throw your trash away and rifle through your duffel bag. His eyes are lingering on your ass when your voice breaks him out of his reverie. 

“Fuck! I forgot,” you pull out your ruined t-shirt. You had used strips of it to prepare a couple of molotov cocktails on the fly but it left you without anything to sleep in except the wet shirt you wore now. 

“I have an extra,” Bucky grabs his pack and hands you the shirt. 

“Thanks,” you smile at him. “I really didn’t want to sleep in this wet shirt.”

“Yeah, that’d be uncomfortable,” Bucky says lamely. 

“I’m gonna get a shower,” you say and move to the bathroom quickly. 

Fuck, Bucky thinks as his sits back down on the bed. He’s not gonna survive the night. You, freshly showered, laying next to him in his shirt would make anyone feral. His cock was hard just thinking about it. He listened as you turned the water on and his thoughts went wild thinking of you naked on the other side of the wall. He could picture you naked, standing under the spray of the shower. His mind wandered to joining you. He wanted to feel your wet skin under his hands, to pick you up, press you into the wall, and bury himself deep inside.

He roused himself from his fantasy, feeling like he was doing something wrong, using you unfairly. But his cock had other ideas. It was hard and straining to be released from his sweatpants. Bucky went through his options but he knew he’d never sleep if he didn’t get some kind of relief. He puts his hand down his waistband and wraps it around his cock.  He tips his head back from the small measure of relief it gives him. Listening to the water flow through the wall, his mind returns to the fantasy of you wet and wrapped around him. 

Bucky knows he doesn’t have a lot of time but he wants to savor the thought of you. To him, you're perfect. He strokes himself, imagining your wet heat squeezing him. His hips buck up into his hand thinking about having you. He squeezes his eyes shut and pictures you above him, riding his cock. Fuck, you’d be so beautiful. Flush and warm and so damn hot as you took his cock so good. He curled his fingers more tightly around himself. His balls tightened as he brought himself closer to release. He could see your face, looking down on his as he grabbed your hips to slam into you harder. He wondered what sweet sounds you’d make and if you’d cry his name as you came. It was that thought that sent him over the edge. He came and rope after rope of cum hit his stomach. 

He laid there for a moment, breathing hard, but then he heard the water shut off. Quickly, he grabs some leftover napkins to clean himself off and waits for you to emerge. You do so almost shyly wearing his shirt and a pair of sleep shorts that were almost completely covered by it. 

“It’s all yours,” you gesture to the bathroom. 

“Uh, thanks,” Bucky uses the bathroom and brushes his teeth. When he comes out, you’re curled up on the side of the bed closest to the door. Bucky’s protective instincts kick in and he stands awkwardly at the end. 

“We still have a long drive tomorrow. Should probably get some sleep,” you give a small smile. 

“Yeah, doll, that’s true. Um, I should probably sleep on this side of the bed though.”

You look at him with a confused expression but decide not to push, “Um, sure, okay.”

“Just, you know, in case,” Bucky glances at the door. 

“Oh,” you smile as realization dawns on you. “Of course.” You hold in your giggle and move to the far side of the bed. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I could sleep on the floor,” Bucky fidgets. 

“But, then if there is an intruder, they’d probably trip over you and land right on top of me. We can’t have that.” It’s taking all of your wherewithal to keep a straight face. 

“Right,” Bucky eyes you. 

You break and a grin spreads across your face. 

“You’re sassing me? This is you sassing me?” Bucky growls. 

Rolling your lips in to keep from bursting out laughing, you nod and go, “Mm-hm.”

“I see how it is,” Bucky tries to be stern but you look so adorable trying not to laugh that he can’t help but chuckle. 

You let out a light laugh and then pull the covers down for him, “Night, Bucky.”

“Night, doll,” he slides in and settles down. 

You turn over and bite your lip. You had gotten a genuine laugh out of the Winter Soldier. It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. You had such a stupid crush on this man. You’d never been so attracted to another human being, God, sleeping next to him tonight was going to be torture. 

Part Two

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“Hey, Bucky. Do you mind if I join you?” you ask.

“Feel free," Bucky motions to the open seat next to him. "Enjoying the reception?” 

“I guess,” you shrug with a self-conscious little laugh. 

“So, you’ve never found yours either?” He asks, eyebrow raised. 

“Nope. I have doubts that I ever will,” you admit. 

“Why’s that?” Bucky signals for another beer. 

“My soulmark isn’t… normal.” Your confession surprises you. It’s rare that you speak about your mark to anyone, let alone someone you barely knew, but there was something about Bucky that made you feel comfortable. “What about you?”

“Hydra pretty much destroyed mine. They’re probably dead anyway,” Bucky shrugs. 

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I’m not much of a catch,” he laughs in a self-deprecating manner. 

“I doubt that. I’ve seen more than a few people eyeing you. Plus, you’re a great guy.”

“You barely know me but thanks for saying that,” Bucky nods. 

“I’m a pretty good judge of character,” you smile and elbow him.

“Would you like to dance?” Bucky asks suddenly. 

“Wouldn’t that raise a few eyebrows?”

“We’re both free agents, so to speak. What do you say?” Bucky smiles winningly. 

You find yourself smiling at him, “Why not? Lead the way.”

You and Bucky danced, laughed, and spent a good portion of the evening together. When you all held sparklers high and watched the newlyweds make their way to their car, you couldn’t help feeling relief that the night was over. As you make your way to your car, Bucky jogs to catch up with you. 

“Hey. Would you mind giving me a ride back to the compound?” 

“No, of course not,” you motion to your car. 

“Thanks. I rode with some of the groomsmen but I thought I’d ask you instead of making one of them go out of their way since they all live off-campus,” Bucky explains in a rush. 

“Makes sense. It’s not a problem at all,” you reassure him.

“Um, so… What did you mean earlier when you said your mark wasn’t normal? If… if you don’t mind me asking,” Bucky stammers out the question. 

“Oh, uh, I- I don’t mind. Um, my mark is obscured. It confused the elders. They didn’t know what to make of it. I’m an anomaly. They’ve had cases of unusual marks before but mine is… it’s strange.” You shrug but it depresses you to talk about it. You faced an uncertainty that most others never dealt with. “I just think something went wrong. The cosmic dust that we’re marked with didn’t settle clearly. I don’t know. That sounds ridiculous. Ignore me.”

“I get it, duckie. Mine was destroyed and, if it can be destroyed, what power does it really have?” Bucky nods. 

“Duckie?” You laugh and raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Sorry. It just slipped out.”

“It’s kind of adorable. I can work with it.”

“You’re pretty adorable. It suits you,” Bucky winks.

You duck your head, feeling heat steel over you, “I heard you were quite the flirt back in the day.”

“Yeah I guess, but I’m just being honest right now.”

“That’s sweet of you to say.” You weren’t used to being flirted with and Bucky was giving you butterflies in your stomach. You’d never felt this way with someone. You park and take your time getting out of the car, not wanting the time with him to end. You talk as you make the way to your rooms and when you reach yours, you bid him good night and close the door. 

None of this made sense. You leaned back against the door, unsure of what these feelings were. You feel as if something was just within your grasp but you couldn’t quite wrap your brain around it. Closing your eyes, you take a few deep breaths while trying to regain your equilibrium when a knock makes you nearly jump out of your skin. Turning, you grasp the door handle and open it to reveal Bucky. There was something strange in the way he looked at you and when he advanced, you backed away until your back hit the wall. Not out of fear, but the intensity in his eyes. He had swung the door closed when he entered and now stood staring into your eyes.

His voice was gravelly when he finally spoke, “Where’s your mark?”

“Here,” you answer, gesturing to your left shoulder. 

Bucky glances to the spot and then back to your eyes before reaching for the top button of your shirt. He stops, waiting for you to give your okay or back away, and you nod at him. He unbuttons your shirt and opens it to stare at the strange mark on your shoulder. His breath shudders as he looks at it and, taking to your own suspicion, you reach for the buttons of his shirt. As you pull it away from him, you see the scarred and damaged mark on his left shoulder. An exact match to yours.  Your fingers trace over it in disbelief and when he does the same, you feel the cosmic connection that the mark creates. Finally, you understand what they all meant about finding their mate. 

“Bucky?” you whisper as you look into his incredibly blue eyes. 

“I knew it. You’re mine, duckie,” he says. 

“I guess that cosmic dust did know what it was doing,” you smile. 

“Can I kiss you?” Bucky says, his lips a few centimeters from yours.

You don’t bother with words. You just pull him forward and kiss him as all of the loneliness, fear, and feelings of inadequacy melt away. Finally connected and so grateful that Bucky found his mate in you. A hundred years worth of those feelings finally ending for him. 

"Mm-hm," you smirk. "It's a gift for a friend's baby shower. It'll hopefully turn into a jellyfish. Their room is ocean themed." You felt a little sheepish as you explained. You don't know Bucky well and try to hide your surprise when he sits next to you. 

"That's really cool of you to make a gift. I'd be curious to see it when it's done," he says.

"Thanks for saying that. I was kinda wondering if it might seem cheap or stupid to make the gift. I'll make sure to show it to you before I wrap it up,"

"When's the party?" Bucky fiddles with the end of the tentacle you're working on. 

"Two weeks," you answer before laughing, "I actually have this baby shower, another one a few weeks after, and two weddings in the next two months. I'm gonna go broke if I don't make at least one of the gifts."

"Are you going to make another one for the other baby shower?" Bucky asks as he watches your hands. 

"No, it's more of a sprinkle than a shower. It's their third baby so we're just doing diapers and wipes for gifts," you explain. 

"Wow, three," Bucky's eyebrows rise. 

"Yeah, it's a lot but they're great parents. Do you have any hobbies?" You feel inexplicably self-conscious talking about babies and attempt to change the subject. 

"Yeah. I like to read, work on my bike. I build models sometimes," he shrugs. 

"What kind of models? Like cars or planes?" You ask. 

"Uh, sometimes," he scratches his neck as if embarrassed, "Spaceships more often." His cheeks tint a little pink. 

"That's cool. I love space. I'm always so interested when NASA releases new photos and information about the universe. I especially like the pictures of the nebulas. There's an abstract beauty to them," you smile at him. 

"Exactly. I'm always interested when they find new planets or stars. Black holes," Bucky says excitedly. 

"It's so vast. I wonder if one day we’ll see a planet with satellites and space debris. A world similar to ours. I mean, we know there’s life out there now but I’m still curious to see if we ever find one. I’m sorry. I sound crazy.”

“Not at all. I agree with you,” Bucky launches into some of the things he got to see in Wakanda that fascinated him and you ended up talking with him for over an hour before it was time for you to go. With another promise to show him the finished product, you head out to your meeting. 

–

Several days later, you timidly knock on Bucky’s door. You had the crocheted jellyfish in hand to show him. You heard what sounded like a minor tussle behind the door and leaned closer to listen. 

“Oh, no, you don’t! You can’t get away from me that easily,” Bucky’s voice can be heard before a sudden bump against the door had you jumping back. “Damn cat!” He growls aggravatedly before opening the door while rubbing his chest as if injured. When he looks up, surprise registers and he straightens quickly, “Oh, hi.”

“Uh, hey. Is- is this a bad time?” You ask with concern. 

 “Fine. Great. What, uh, brings you by?” He smiles nervously. 

You hold up the jellyfish awkwardly, “I finished it. Um…”

“Oh my god, it’s so cute! Look at it,” Bucky smiles brightly as he holds his hands out. You readily hand over the stuffed animal, “I made it so it can be hung up until the baby is a little older.”

“That’s such a good idea. I’m so impressed,” he enthuses. 

“Oh, thank you,” you smile pleased but slightly embarrassed. “It really wasn’t that difficult-Ow!” You look down to find a beautiful cat swatting at the jellyfish’s dangly legs. Unfortunately, her last swipe went right across your leg leaving three thin lines of blood. 

“No! Alpine, no!” Bucky swoops down to pick up the cat but then ends up comically holding the jellyfish as far as possible from the flailing cat determined to capture the legs.

You bite your lip to keep from laughing as you retrieve the jellyfish and quickly stuff it into your bag. The cat, apparently named Alpine, calmed as it realized playtime was over. Though she did look aggrieved at losing the new toy. “Well, hello, I usually request that drawing blood waits until the second meeting but I guess you’re more of a draw blood first, ask questions later, cat, huh?”

“I’m so sorry! I was just trying to clip her nails before you knocked. Let me get you a bandage,” he turns away and you can hear him whisper to the cat, “You are in SO much trouble.”

You giggle to yourself at the adorable display and then straighten your face quickly as he makes his way back with a cloth and bandage in hand. You reach for them but he pulls back. 

“Here, let me,” he reaches down. 

“Really, it’s nothing. I can do it. Thank you,” you reassure him. 

“I’m sorry. Do you want to come in?” Bucky gestures to the interior. 

“No, thank you. I was just stopping by to show you now that I’m finished. I should be going,” you smile as you take the bandage from his hand. “See you later.”

“Thanks for showing me, doll. Bye,” Bucky watches as you leave but then shakes himself and closes the door quickly. 

–

You berate yourself with each stitch you make of the silly project you had set for yourself. As the hook moves quickly in your hand, you tell yourself how pathetic this little crush on Bucky is and that making a stupid crocheted present for his cat is an act of desperation he would immediately see through. But your hands just kept making the necessary loops. 

After your little encounter with Alpine you had decided that making her a catnip stuffed jellyfish would be a great way to use up some of your scrap yarn. It would be a smaller version of the one you had made and wonky looking from all the different yarns but you were sure it would make the cat happy. Even if it made you look like an idiot. 

When it was finished, it sat on your desk and mocked you for not dropping it off. You were nervous and felt stupid for even making it. What if he hated it? Worse, what if Alpine hated it? What if he figured out your motive? Did he already know about your schoolgirl crush? He would probably see right through this gesture and you’d never be able to face him again. 

You should just take it to him and say ‘Here is my desperate attempt to get you to talk to me because I think you’re amazing’ and then you could just die from the embarrassment and not have to worry about it anymore. You shake your head at the stupid thought. You considered finding a gift bag but felt that was too formal for the simple gift. Instead you grabbed it so it’s very presence would no longer send you into your own head. You doggedly march to Bucky’s door and then knock gently. As soon as the door opens, your mind goes completely blank and you just stare at him.  

“Hi. What’s going on, doll?” Bucky’s brow furrows as he studies you.

“Uh, I, um, hi. I’m sorry. I, um, I,” clamping your mouth shut, you close your eyes, take a deep breath and start again, “I made this for Alpine.” You hold out the crocheted jellyfish with a smile pasted on. You felt like an idiot. 

Bucky looks down at the colorful cat-sized toy and smiles broadly, “This is amazing, doll! Let’s find her.” 

Before you realize what’s happening, Bucky grabs your hand and pulls you along behind him until he locates the cat. She was laid in a sliver of sunlight on the floor making her white fur look luminous. At his approach, Alpine lifts her head and within seconds of him jiggling the toy above her, is on her feet and batting at it. As soon as she catches it and manages to wrestle it away from Bucky, she takes a long sniff at the toy and then rolls her body over and around it. 

“I think she likes it,” Bucky smiles at you. 

“I’m so glad. I thought she might be a little jelly that the first one wasn’t for her, so I…” you shrug. 

“Alpine, were you a little jelly you didn’t have a jelly?” He laughs. “That was really sweet of you to do that for her. Thanks,” he gives the hand he’s still holding a squeeze.

“Of course. I figured it would be a good way to use up some old yarn,” you nod and wonder if you should keep holding his hand or let go. 

“Yeah. Sorry,” he says sheepishly as he lets go of your hand. 

“Oh, I didn’t mind. Anyway, I just thought I’d bring it by,” you fidget with your hands and turn for the door, “So-”

“Would you like to go out to dinner?” Bucky interrupts. 

“Wh-what?” You stammer. 

“Like on a date? With me?” Bucky raises his brows hopefully. 

“Um, yeah, I’d like that,”  you smile, trying to hold in the surge of giddiness that washes over you. 

“I’ve been wanting to ask you that for weeks,” he confesses with a sigh of relief.

“Really?” You ask. 

“You didn’t know? I figured I’d made an idiot of myself trying to get opportunities to talk to you. I was worried you’d think I was a menace,” he blushes.

“I’d never think that of you.”

“Are you free tonight? I admit, I’ll be a little jelly if you’re not,” Bucky grins. 

“No need to be jelly. I’m all yours,” you smile.

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“You’re not the most forthcoming person! Shit, I think you’ve spoken more in the last two minutes than in the three months I’ve known you! Jesus, fuck, I’ve gotta get rid of this smell. I’m so fucking hot,” your voice gets smaller as you speak. You can’t think straight but head towards the bathroom, unzipping your tac suit and pulling it from your arms as you go. You slam the door and lock it. You turn the cold water on full blast and nearly fall over in your haste to get your suit off. The frigid spray helps for a few moments and you revel in it, but soon another type of heat begins to take over. Your clit throbs and when you place your hand between your legs, your wetness coats your fingers. The shower stops bringing relief and instead, the water coursing down your body seems to only make you hornier. You give in to the need that takes hold and circle your clit. It feels amazing and it takes only a couple of minutes for your orgasm to break over you. You  bite your lip to hold in the moans, not wanting the asshat on the other side of the door to hear you. 

Your body has a moment of relief but then the heat builds again, even quicker this time. You dip your fingers inside of you in a desperate attempt to stop it. The second orgasm you managed to pull did little to help your body and your fingers keep working furiously to bring another in hope of relief. Your moans are spilling from your lips without a care now. You just need to get this to stop. You’re disturbed when the door rattles and a fist bangs loudly. 

“Open the door! I need to get in there,” Bucky bellows. 

You wanted to scream at him to go away but you could barely form words. You hated the stupid supersoldier from the moment you met him. He questioned your every turn. Whether it was about your skill, experience, or motives. He never lets you get through a single conversation without making you feel like a lesser part of the team. 

“Goddamnit, let me in!” He yells more loudly. 

Nothing your hand was doing was helping any longer. You couldn’t think straight and, before you can make a move or form a thought, the door splinters open from a kick. A very naked Bucky comes through the door and your eyes widen as you see his cock standing at attention. He steps into the spray of the cold shower and growls. His hand works his cock furiously while his other rests on the tiles. His head falls forward as he lets the cold water fall down his back. You stand behind him, your hand still between your legs. 

“Fuck, what’s happening to us?” you whimper as you lean your feverish forehead onto his back. The cool water does nothing to help but where your skin touches his tingles with relief. Abandoning all pride, you press your entire body to his and the fever seems to cool wherever you touch but your clit throbs even harder. Your cunt weeps, begging for attention.You rub yourself against him, your nipples pebbling at the contact with his back. 

With a growl, Bucky turns around and you quickly back up to press your back against the wall of the shower. He stares at you, breathing hard. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble in your haze, “I don’t know what’s happening. I’m so hot and-” 

You gasp as Bucky bends down, grabs your legs, and drags you up the tiles. You squeal and reach for any handhold as he puts your legs over his shoulders and attacks your clit with his tongue. 

“Oh, fuck!” You scream as one hand lands on the ceiling to help you balance and the other buries in his hair. His tongue swirls over your clit expertly. His hands squeeze your ass as he gorges himself on you. It doesn’t take long for you to buck your hips as you come all over his face. As he sets you down, you squeeze your thighs together but your body simply screams that it wants more. You stare at each other, breathing heavily. “It’s not working. Nothing helps,” you whimper, tears forming. It’s obvious by watching him that this is affecting him almost as much as you. His supersoldier serum must be helping him but he was burning just the same. 

Bucky sighs as he steps closer to you. He presses his forehead to yours with his eyes closed and whispers, “I think there’s only one thing that’s going to help.”

You put your arms around his neck, “Just do it!” You wrap a leg around his to encourage him and he lifts you up. He presses your back into the wall as he lines himself up with your entrance. He paused there for a second as if he was fighting himself. “Please, Barnes, please! I need it!” You can’t believe you’re begging the man you hate to fuck you but your body was demanding it and if he didn’t you were sure you would burn to death. If you had been thinking straight, you would probably prefer to burn but, at this moment, you wanted nothing more than to be filled. 

“Goddamnit,” he whispers as he presses in. Your body bows with pleasure. 

“Yes! Yes!” Your voice reverberates off the tile walls as you shout with relief. He begins to pump and your body trembles with each motion of his cock. He grabs your ass as he pounds into you and you know he’s as lost in the meeting of your bodies as you are. Your cunt flutters around him, pulling him in, begging for him to come inside of you. Your rational mind has gone completely silent and you are filled with only carnal lust. Every motion of his hips takes you higher and it’s all you want. “Don’t stop,” you grip his shoulders harder. 

“Fuck,” Bucky grunts. He couldn’t stop if he wanted to and, truth was, this was the best thing he’d felt in a long time.

“Oh, God, oh, God, I’m- yes!” You release a long, high-pitched moan as you come. Your pussy grips his cock as his hips stutter. He comes with a long moan that makes you clench around him more firmly. You stay there for a few moments, catching your breath, and blessedly your body finally starts to cool. You release your legs from around his waist and he gently sets you down. You can’t look at him and instead maneuver yourself back under the cold spray. You rinse off quickly and step out of the shower. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you exit the bathroom to find your pack and some clothes. While you rifle through your pack, you feel your temperature creeping up again and then you double over from the intense wave that rolls over you. “No, no, not again,” you whisper to yourself. You look over to the broken bathroom door where Bucky still is and consider your options. Sex had given you the relief you needed but it was short lived. Your mind runs amuck with questions. What the hell was that powder? What was it doing to you? How long would this last? How many times would it take to stop this heat from trying to burn you alive? Was sex really the only relief you would find? Another pang hit and knocked the breath from your body. You were gasping in pain when an arm picked you up around your middle. 

He was still wet from the shower and hadn’t bothered to dry off. The pains had hit him and he went to the only place he knew he could find relief. He carried you to the small bed in the house and set you down on your hands and knees. He grips your hips tightly and pauses for a moment as another rush of heat spreads over him, “I need-”

“Just do it,” your words come out in a rush, pressing back into him. 

He enters you without preamble. Pulling you back to meet each motion of his hips, his moans give evidence of the pleasure and relief that the connection brings. You reach under you to play with your clit, trying to bring your orgasm on more quickly. Each of Bucky’s swift thrusts has you crying out with pleasure and he moves your hand away to bring you to orgasm himself. He wanted to feel you clench around him as you had before. 

“Oh, fuck, just like that,” you whine, “Just like that, don’t- don’t stop, oh, fuck.”

Bucky moans as he feels your cunt flutter around his cock with your orgasm. The sounds you release are a hit straight to his cock and he comes hard, thrusting with each spurt into you. Breathing heavily, you both collapse on the bed. You lay on your side facing away from him while taking stock of your body. The relief you felt with your orgasm was short lived as heat began to build again after only a few minutes. 

You feel like crying as your body radiates waves of heat. You turn over to face Bucky. He is lying on his back, his metal arm slung over his eyes, and his right hand fisting his hard cock. You make your decision quickly. Pulling his hand away, you straddle him and guide his cock inside of you. You move your hips slowly, hoping that perhaps if you stretched out the sex, it would keep the pain at bay longer. His hands grip your thighs as you rock slowly, his head is thrown back with eyes tightly closed. You looked at him for a moment and still couldn't believe that of all the teammates this could happen with, it had to be this asshole. When you first met him, you thought he was hot as fuck but as his personality (or lack there of) reared it’s ugly head you found him less and less attractive. Your anger at the situation grew as you rode him and you found yourself leaning forward, chasing your orgasm to just get this over with. 

“Oh, fuck,” Bucky bucks up into you, causing you to cry out. He repeats the motion over and over again until your body spasms around him. He comes with a grunt as he watches your face contort with pleasure. You collapse on his chest without looking at him. You wondered if keeping your bodies connected would keep the heat from returning. 

“Are you okay?” Bucky asks softly. 

You sigh weakly as you felt the now familiar warmth beginning to spread, “I was hoping…” You let out a frustrated grunt, “I was hoping if we stayed touching it would be enough. But it’s starting again.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Bucky acknowledges his own heat building. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“You don’t know that. You can’t know that,” you grouse.

“I think… I think this might be a pheromone or something Hydra created to force procreation. I heard of the experiments but they abandoned it when it didn’t produce the results they wanted.”

“Which was?” You ask as your hips make slow circles. You can feel his cock quickly hardening inside of you. 

“Naturally born supersoldiers,” Bucky strains out the words. 

“So, we’re gonna have sex until we die or what?”

“Usually wore off in a few hours but until then…” he trails off as he gots lost in the sensations. 

“Fuck,” you groan, partially out of frustration, partially from the pleasure his thick cock was producing. 

“Basically,” Bucky says and you surprise yourself by laughing at the droll comment. You are even more surprised a second later when Bucky rolls you under him. He buries his face in your neck as he pulls your leg up higher and thrusts. You throw your head back as the pleasure begins to build again. 

“Harder,” you whimper. 

Bucky complies immediately and you whimper with each stroke. Grabbing onto him, you get lost in the feeling of his cock pounding into you sharply. You were glad that he at least was decent at this. Or was it that whatever the damn contaminant was made everything feel amazing? You were getting close with the steady way he fucked you and words started to pour out of your mouth. You were usually quite vocal in bed but hadn’t wanted to give Bucky the satisfaction. Now, you couldn’t stop yourself. 

“Oh, god, it’s so good. Don’t stop, right there. It’s so fucking good. Oh, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna- fuck!” You let out a loud moan as you come hard and Bucky’s hips work even faster as he nears his own end. When he comes on a broken cry, your body revels in the feeling of him emptying himself in you.

The rational side of your brain sounded far away but was still screaming at the situation. In a moment of it managing to take hold, you push Bucky off of you and roll away from him. Breathing heavily, you pray that this is over. Surely, this was enough to satisfy anything. You will yourself to stay cool, to not allow the heat to return, to hold onto any shred of sanity you can find, but despite it all, the heat built again. You felt like screaming but you knew that nothing you did would help. You turn back to Bucky and say frustratedly, “Ready for another round?” You can’t meet his eyes but you knew neither of you could handle the pain and heat. You needed each other. 

Bucky turns to you, “Hey.” He waits, wanting you to look him in the eyes but you just stare at his chest. “Hey.”

“What?” You say waspishly, still refusing to meet his gaze.

“Never mind,” he says as he grabs you and pulls your back against his chest. His cock nudges you from behind and you maneuver your hips to allow him entry. His thrusts are quick and sharp but his fingers on your clit are pure magic. He’s learned your body quickly but instead of leading you straight to orgasm this time, he works you to the precipice and then backs off repeatedly. You understood what he was trying to do. He was trying to prolong the sex in hopes of not having to come inside you any more than he already had but it was as if your body only got angrier with each denial. 

“It’s not working! Just let me come!” You finally cry out, your frustration having reached its breaking point.

“Say it,” Bucky growls.

You wrack your muddled brain trying to grasp what he wants and latch on to the only word you can find, “Please!”

“No, say my name.”

You would normally reel angrily at a command from him but the effects this powder had on you makes you compliant from need. You stutter as your tongue tries to cooperate, “B- Barnes.”

“No,” he says darkly, “Say it.”

“Bucky,” you grind the word out through your teeth. You had never once called him that. It had always been some variant of his last name. You felt even more vulnerable now.

Bucky doesn’t utter a word but he moves his hips faster and his fingers do their job. When you finally come, your whole body spasms and you scream. The sound was foreign to your ears but the orgasm just kept going. You fluttered around Bucky’s cock, milking him of cum. You stay in that position for the next two rounds of sex. Then you got on top again to give Bucky a break but this time you faced away from him. You couldn’t look at him. When you had rode him to two orgasms and yourself to utter exhaustion, he turned you on your stomach to fuck you again. You lost count of the number of times you had sex. More orgasms than you’d ever had in your life were accomplished and you didn’t have any clue how many times he came. You fucked until you both passed out. 

Waking up fourteen hours later, you felt as if you had the worst hangover you’d ever experienced. You glance at the spot Bucky had been in but he was gone. On the table by the bed was a couple of bottles of water, a protein bar, and a bottle of pain reliever. You raised your eyebrow at the items but just shrugged as you tore into all of them. You notice your pack is by the bed and you get up to put clothes on. The first thing you notice is the soreness between your legs but really your whole body hurts. You listen for a moment but don’t hear anything in the house. Peeking out the door, you see the empty living room and slip into the bathroom. You shower quickly, trying not to remember what happened in the small space just yesterday. 

You jump when a knock sounds while you are dressing. You call out, “Yes?”

“Exfil will be here in five minutes,” Bucky says through the broken door. 

“I’ll be right out,” you say. Your stomach is in knots. You can’t imagine facing him after everything. Would he act like nothing happened or gloat like the asshole he is? You wonder if you will ever be able to look him in the face again. You look at yourself, surprised that you still look the same as you did yesterday because you know you’ll never be the same again. But you didn’t have time to dwell on that. Now, you had a jet to catch.

Part 2

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