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cherryblossomtease · 2 years

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Pleasures Remain, so Does the Pain

Chapter 21

chapter specific warnings- 18+ only - m/f very light dom/sub scene

warnings and summary - masterlist

Authors notes: just wanted to say thanks for sticking around. I’ve been gone for a while, what can I say—life can really kick your ass sometimes, but I’m back and furiously working to finish up. It feels good to post again!

“Nolite te bastardes carborundorum”

Top down, wind whipping through the Benz, you cruise along the southern coast in the black vintage beauty; the docks all but disappeared in the rearview as you’re sped away from the fantasy that had become home. It’s nothing but onward towards your final destination now.

Turning around to let the already distant view of the yacht fade to memory, you look over at your man, that serious profile breathtaking and in dark contrast to the pale yellow world around you thanks to the rising sun. His eyes are on the road ahead, and your heart flutters as you take a deep breath. You rest your head on the leather seat, as always finding it too easy to just stare at him— maybe years from now you’ll get tired of the view, but you very much doubt it. Sad as you are, there’s a song stuck in your head, you’ve been humming it over and over; the minor notes perfectly somber if not overly dramatic, when it finally comes to you.

With a faint smile you reach for your phone, find it, and turn the music up. Of course, Lana would have something for a moment like this. Now someone else probably wrote a better song first, but at this moment, Miss Del Ray is precisely who you want to hear. You face forward, sinking down in your seat with a sigh and close your eyes, letting the orchestral strings tug at the ones leading to your heart while Zemo drives you around the winding bends, water to your left, rocky hillsides dotted with beautiful architecture you will never see again to your right.

The airstrip is not far now and just far enough to leave a trail of emotion behind you. When you open your eyes again you see your own reflection in the side view. You know this face well, of course. But this woman has changed so much in these past few weeks. You now know what it is to love and be loved so unconditionally that to leave a part of that behind seems absurd, and yet here you are… three down to two. You glance over at Zemo again. He’s silent as he drives, and you understand; he’s as lost in his thoughts as you are in your own. You reach for him and lay your hand on his shoulder, just wanting to touch him. You don’t expect him to do the same, but he takes his left hand from the shining black steering wheel and crosses it over to hold yours as he looks at you for longer than he probably should, his eyes showing a sense of understanding and care as he holds back his own hurt because yes, you’ll be a duo until Bucky can visit, but there is no love lost between you. If anything saying goodbye to him has given you and Helmut something to bond over, although you're nervous about this new start. You really had found your rhythm in the Bronx with James Barnes.

All those late-night train rides from the bar, sharing street food when you were too lazy to cook, and yelling at Bucky to run to the bodega for chips with dip when your cravings for salty junk food hit hard once a month— and yet— living with Helmut will be predictably incredible, just in a very different way.

You’re thinking lobster and champagne instead of chips and beer. Oh what’s a girl to do, being spoiled by two very generous men. What a shame.

You smile at him because yes, you have a type and not it’s not just wounded and broken things to mend. They both have a sort of formality mixed with a modern man's respect for women that you are drawn to like a moth to the flame. You’d been nervous about living with Zemo at first since you hadn’t yet, not truly. But you realize now that it wouldn’t be so different after all. Not to mention the fact that you loved him first. Your heart opened to him so easily that it must have known, and if he loved Bucky before you? Well, you must all be on the right track. “Is this my lighting?” Zemo asks, glancing over at you. “What?” “You keep looking at me,” He says and gives you a silly face, the dramatic, gaunt pull of a model’s glare. You laugh, embarrassed to have been caught, and turn around to look at the beautiful city as it fades to country-side instead. “Sorry, just thinking” “About James?” You nod. “Me too.” He says, his face warming to a sympathetic smile. “Think that goodbye was enough?” You ask.

Zemo’s laugh is soft and sad as he shrugs. “No goodbye is ever enough, but remember, that wasn’t goodbye.”

"Hey, come on. No tears , or else I'm done for. And don't let that cold glare fool you. We both know he'll crumble like a wet cookie if either of us starts." Bucky said with the sweetest smile as he wiped your cheeks one at a time with a glance at Zemo.

Zemo was always a good sport if the jab was true, so he just stood beside you, his arms crossed at the wrist looking calm, but his fists were clenched tight and his eyes were as misty as a country morning,

With a pained smile, you nodded. "I know. And we better hurry . Long goodbyes are exactly what we don't have time for. How soon before you think they'll start picking up your signal?"

He looked down at his watch , and you could see the lighthearted ease from the yacht slip further away. "About five more minutes,” Bucky said, with a huff and looked at Zemo.

They'd already had their moment on board the ship, saying everything as the yacht docked, knowing there wouldn't be time once you all stepped on land, and you'd given them all the space to say it. Not to mention how beautiful they'd looked standing there in the sunrise together, watching the shore near. You would never forget it, just as Zemo swore he would always remember the sight of you and Bucky in bed last night. How you lay curved to fit against Bucky with his vibranium arm holding you tight as you both caught your breath after sex —sex that was simply that— just bodies used to express feelings and desperate attempts made never to forget them. You'd fallen asleep with Zemo still watching you…

"I'll call when I can. It won't be often , of course , but I'll work something out." Bucky said. He'd been trying to keep you thinking of the future and not this moment of him leaving.

"How long do you really think it'll be?" You asked.

He shrugged. "I don't want to say."

You nodded , knowing he didn't want to get your hopes up.

"Okay. I'm gonna go. I'm gonna walk away."

"Okay." You whispered.

Zemo gave a nod. He couldn't say anything.

"Oh!" Bucky paused mid-turn and flashed one of those infectious grins. "Don't worry, I've made sure something is waiting for you to remember me by."

"What does that mean?" Your head spun with ideas.

"Oeznik and I made something... special happen. You'll see when you get to the plane." He looked pretty pleased with himself for a man with a broken heart.

Zemo gave a suspicious head tilt and looked over his shoulder at the old man still watching over the loading of the SUV. "I don't know how I feel about this," He said, and Bucky rolled his eyes with a smile.

"Yeah yeah." Bucky brushed aside his worry pulling him in for a final embrace that Zemo could only resist for as long as it took him to say "James."

When they parted, you did the same, inhaling deeply to commit Bucky's scent to memory, and then you let him go, watching as he went to the car that had been arranged for him.

Something about that made you sad the most. You would drive with Zemo— Buck had to go alone.

That's when you broke out into a run. "James!" Your call was a desperate plea, full of too many feelings, and he heard every single one.

Bucky turned just in time to catch you, your legs wrapped around this waist, your arms around his neck.

"I love you so much." You said, your voice muffled in the curve of his neck.

He held you close until you slid down to standing and looked up. "I figured it out, by the way." You said.

"What?"

Why I used my safeword that night."

He gave you a puzzled look, not in question of which time, there was, after all, only one night you felt the need to use it while on the ship. The look was more in response to why you were bringing it up now; he thought you'd been happy to let it stay unspoken. "You don't have to."

"I know, and that's why I feel safe and supported saying it now."

He smiled and waited, curious.

It's simple, actually. You're my first Bucky. My first long-term relationship, that is. I mean, yes, of course, I was with Helmut before you but not for very long, and we hadn't lived together like you and I have. I stayed with him a lot, but it was nothing like what we had. You and I know each other so well," You said, reaching to lay your palm to his face, stroking his stubble with the side of your thumb. The scratch and the sound of it was something you'd grown as familiar with as the touch of your own face. "I saw you every single day for a year. A year!" You shake your head nearly in disbelief. It may not seem long to some people, but a year might as well have been ten for you. "I think being told that you couldn't touch me and that I wasn't yours while knowing pretty soon that was actually going to be my reality just sent me spiraling. Even if it's not true in here." You poke his chest. "It's true physically. Don't you get it; I'm losing my best friend and my boyfriend all on the same day…" Your voice faded as the tears began to fall.

Bucky was trying very hard not to cry any more than he already was and failed miserably. He may be a hardened fighter who terrifies most who cross his path, but the man is soft beneath all that cold, steely exterior, and you seem to be the heat that melts the metal every time. "You didn't need to tell me, but I'm happy you did." He said and sniffed hard, wiping his eyes with his shoulder quickly. "And for the record… you were my first too." He said with a brilliant smile breaking through the rest of the tears.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Come on. You know my story better than most."

That was very true. When would the Winter Solider have found time to move in a girlfriend? And where? In his cryo-chamber? Poor wonderful man.

You grip his jacket and look deep into his eyes, "It was an honor serving alongside you, Sergeant Barnes." You say with a very cheeky grin.

Bucky groans as he laughs, rolling his eyes which breaks the dam, and the tears he thought he'd suppressed spill over.

Surprising you both is the crush of Zemo, who pushes you from behind, his body shoving yours forward until he sandwiches you between them.

"Any longer, and he starts setting off lots of alarms." Zemo warns with an arm around your waist, the other hand wiping Bucky's face. "Someone is always watching."

Your head was still resting on Bucky's chest when you'd heard their kiss. Damn, you were going to miss the way Bucky would moan just a little, the tiniest little muffled breath when Helmut kissed him that hard. It made your heart skip a beat, and had you not been so lost in the heartache, other parts of you would have responded as well. Still, this time, you turned to become a part of it, the last, unfortunately— your lips finding Bucky's when they broke from Helmut's, who stroked your face as you kissed, whispering something soothing into Bucky's ear neither of you could understand, not that it mattered. He pressed his forehead to Bucky's temple as you pulled back.

"This isn't goodbye. Just— I'll see you soon." Bucky said, his lips against yours.

You nodded, Zemo smiled. "Soon." The distraught but always collected Baron agreed.

"Please try to call when you get home." You'd said, gripping his jacket.

"I'll try." He'd answered.

And then it was over.

There’s just the beautiful sight of James walking away and the sound of the car door shutting while the two of you watched the unmarked black sedan drive away.

"He'll be okay, right? I mean, He'll try not to be so— curmudgeonly— all the time." You look over at Zemo again, certain your face looks as worried as you feel.

Zemo laughs, raking his hair from his eyes as the wind tosses it. "No. But I'm sure Sam will keep him busy with saving the world. He'll have a lot to do once he's back. Even without the Avengers there to bother him."

You smile at Zemo's hate calmed to distaste for now. "I know. He's just so… helpless. At least it feels that way sometimes."

"You look at him that way because you love broken men. You see all of the parts you need to glue back together, not the parts that you already have."

You let out a harsh laugh giving him a very pointed look; it doesn't even need to be said but you will… "I am far more self-aware than you realize," Zemo says with a cute little grin, glancing over as he rounds the curve.

You smile wide and go up onto your knees, sliding your arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss his cheek. Your lips trail a warm line towards his until he gives in and turns his head, kissing you back. It lasts just long enough to become dangerous, and he pulls away, eyes back on the road.

"Now, turn up the music and leave me alone to my broken heart." He teases, making you laugh, the tip of your tongue between your teeth as you slink back down into your seat and crank it.

The use of private airstrips is something you will always love this man for. You can't remember the last time you stood in line at an airport.

As you pull up to your waiting ride, you can see that yet again, life has decided to upgrade you beyond the luxury you've grown accustomed to.

This private jet is even nicer than the one you took to New York before Bucky "joined" you, and that had been the height of class up until you'd stepped into the loft.

Zemo parks the Benz with Oeznik just behind in the SUV, and as you get out to gawk, he quickly goes back to help unload the bags. Such a hands-on Baron, you smile.

"How long is the flight?" You ask, shielding your eyes from the sun as you glance back at them.

"Quick. No more than an hour." Zemo says from the back of the truck.

You nod, looking ahead at the jet, thinking that even though you're tired after so many early morning events and such a late night, taking a nap would be a waste of such a lovely time.

Zemo comes up beside you. He puts his hands on your shoulders, massaging just a little. "Do you approve?"

You laugh and nod. "Of course, m'lord." You tease, and he chuckles, leaning to kiss your cheek as the door to the plane opens.

You hadn't realized anyone else would be joining the crew, especially not after what happened on the ship and you stiffen, reaching up to grab his hand, the fear of that day still very much with you.

"It's all right." He reassures, "This time, I've only asked for family."

As he speaks, a young woman steps into view.

Your eyes go wide "Helmut?"

"Not mine…"

"My favorite granddaughter," Oeznik says proudly, stepping up beside you, "Petra." He says her name with pride.

He calls to her in that Sokovian Serbian that you fear you'll never understand, both he and Zemo smiling fondly.

She's pretty in her little uniform of black and white —pants though, no skirt— how progressive. You glance at Zemo, your brow raised suspiciously as you watch him watch her. She's got to be close in age to you, and you have to wonder, how can you not.

"Never have, never will." He says, fully aware of how you’re analyzing him, although his eyes stay fixed on Petra with a genuinely kind smile. "Before you start getting any ideas." He says, not a hint of shame in his voice.

You feel your defenses lower. "She's very pretty, though."

"Yes, very. She looks like her mother, Oeznik's daughter. She's family." He says and turns to look into your eyes. "Like I said. And I do not take my commitments to family; you, James or Oeznik lightly." His words are clear, his voice so deep.

"Oh," You breathe with a girlish smile. He does have a way of shutting things down, and you are silenced on the speculation for good.

Zemo leaves you standing there a little lightheaded as he struts away, and you feel nothing short of loved and a little dizzy for it.

"It's good to see you again, Petra." He calls up to her

"And you, sir," She answers happily. "When I got the call, I was more than happy to come and join my grandfather in service to The Family."

You appreciate how she sees Zemo, the last of his line, standing as enough to call The Family.

"Though I had no idea I would be helping to raise this sweet baby!" Petra declares.

"Baby?" Oeznik and Zemo say in unison and stop. They both turn to look back at you.

The word hits you like an electric shock, but no. Your birth control has firmly been controlling any threat of birth as it should for years now. "Don't look at me!"

"What are you talking about?" Zemo asks back on Petra.

"Oh. I'm so sorry, I've ruined the surprise!" She looks embarrassed but turns and disappears in the plane for a moment.

"Ah, I believe I understand. It's time you see your parting gift, sir." Oeznik chuckles.

"What?" Zemo steps away from his servant.

"Yes. Though, I did not have a say in which one." He warns.

"Which one what?" Zemo demands, sounding panicked.

You rush to his side, the curiosity threatening to kill you.

Petra reappears, and to your everlasting delight, in her arms, she is holding the most beautiful, dopey beast of a puppy with short golden fur and long legs with massive paws hang that hang from her arms.

You can only laugh at the dogs floppy ears that take up as much space as its sort of pudgy face, and even from here, you can see how its sad round eyes look right into your heart, and the squeal of joy and love you let loose is the exact opposite of the groan that comes from Helmut Zemo.

"No!" He tries.

"Yes!" You snap at him and move to run, but he grabs your arm.

"I don't care what you say! I love him!" You insist, dramatics at eleven. "Him? Her? Is it a boy or girl?" You ask as Petra comes down the steps.

"A boy!" She says, laughing when she sets him down, and the dog breaks out into the funniest gallop towards you.

You drop to your knees, and the puppy barrels into your arms, all happy licks and a whipping tail already claiming you as his mother.

"How could you betray me like this Oeznik?" Zemo whines, but all his pitiful question does is make the old butler laugh.

"It was easy, sir. Master Barnes came to me with the idea, and I was happy to help. He said he wished to make sure you felt his presence always. Something to do with his eyes and a leash, I believe?"

You lose it and have to sit on the ground you're laughing so hard. Even Zemo has to finally let go of the anger over a dog and laugh. "Was there any more to this message?" He asks.

"Yes," Oeznik says your name, and you look up waiting with a grin, "He said, tell her, "So that you always someone to follow you around, and someone to protect you." He says, pausing, and you press your hand to your heart. "And Helmut." Zemo goes stiff, standing up straighter when he's addressed. "To you, he says, "So that you may always have someone to lead around and ignore half your commands and love you unconditionally."

You and Zemo look at one another, the puppy licking your face making you laugh a little, probably enjoying the salty taste of the tear that skips down your cheek.

Bucky must have been aware of how horribly perfect this would be. From the accuracy of a puppy taking his place to Oeznik referencing things, you don't want a grandfather figure saying to the absolute gut-punch of his message.

Zemo smiles and shakes his head, his eyes closing for a moment as he sighs. "He does like to leave his mark on me." He says softly before opening his eyes, and you know he's thinking of the last time he and James parted ways.

You still don't know what happened then, but these two just can't seem to let go without it being memorable.

"Well, this sweet, wonderful baby is ours forever, Helmut. You know that, and don't you dare try to tell me no. You do, and I'll turn around and go back to Madripoor and tell my mother she was right about you all along." You say, your voice finding the awful saccharine tone people take when speaking to babies and puppies. Apparently, it just happens, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

"Fine," He concedes with a huff dragging his hand down his face, watching the two of you. "Just please get off the ground. Those pants are Proenza Schouler.”

"Those pants are Proenza Schouler," You mock as you let him help you to your feet still grinning down at the puppy who is playing with nothing at all, just rolling and jumping, happy just to know he’s with his new family. And then it hits you. Zemo’s words start to break down and you gasp. "Helmut! I think you just named him!" You grin.

"What? I did no such thing." He says, confused, if not repulsed by the idea of assisting in the dogs' assimilation.

You laugh and tug at his arm, kissing his cheek, smoothing his hair from his beautiful grumpy face.

"Ugh. You smell like a puppy now." He frowns, rolling his eyes as dramatic as a diva but all you do is laugh again. "What awful name have I given him?"

"Lou!"

"Lou?"

"Yep."

"How did you come up with— you know what. It doesn't matter. I change my mind. He's going back. Where did he come from, Petra?"

"Oh, some horrible old pound." She says, stepping forward. "I don't remember, sir. But I know that if we send him back, he'll be put down, I'm certain of it. Sir." She says and winks at you."

Your smile spreads like butter. Okay, Petra. I like you . "Hear that, babe." You say, batting your lashes at him. "Put down. Now, how can a man so progressive, so kind and self-aware as to not even wear real fur allow such a thing to happen?"

His first mistake is to hesitate. His second is to look down.

Zemo looks into the round blue eyes of the Dogue de Bordeaux puppy, and the sweet thing looks up at him, and you swear they both smile.

Done.

You're beaming when you see how much he loves the ball of fur and slobber already and lay your hand over his shoulder. "You've started a nice trend. Dogs subtly named after designer brands. When we get another, we can call it…."

"Do not finish that sentence, or I'll send you back to your mother myself," Zemo warns with his voice hinting at the one he keeps for the bedroom, but you're not swayed; you'll charm him later. You look back over your shoulder and down at your golden furred Lou with a pink nose and blue eyes and laugh, realizing that Petra must have picked this on having seen pictures of Bucky. If a person is aware of superheroes, there isn't a chance in hell they haven't seen those baby blues at least once.

"Come, Lou. Let's go home." You say, and the dog, young and goofy as he is, already obeys and begins to walk beside you. "You see! He listens better than either of us!" You say with a bounce in your step as you head towards the plane.

Zemo glares at the dog, but you see him soften just a bit.

In his wisdom as a much older man, Buck could not have given you a better parting gift.

"What did your mother say about me?" Helmut asks later when you're in the sky and Lou is sleeping in his bed on the floor between the empty seats across from you.

You pull your loving gaze from him and look at your Baron, easily deciding to tell him the truth, but it makes you laugh a little to see him squirm.

"That I'm just a terrorist? No good for you? Inherently dangerous and will lead you down a path you can never come back from?" He guesses and takes a small sip of his champagne with his usual cool, but you spot the curiosity in his eyes.

You shake your head, tempted to lead him on, but you can only give him the smile of a woman in love. "She said to be careful." You tell him, and Zemo nods as if his suspicions are confirmed and his feelings slightly hurt. " Because ," You interrupt his self-pitying loudly, "Even though you are dangerous, you're the right kind man to make a woman forget," You say, looking him over and he at you.

"Forget what?"

Helmut. His dark eyes sprinkled with gold, his sly smile masking his fears, and his voice as soothing as rain on a rooftop in summer. You wonder how many other people have sat across from him, willing to give up their world just to live in his a while longer. You wear the clothes he's bought for you, drinking his champagne aboard his private plane on your way to his home because he's the one on the run— she was right. It's all about him. But will you ever care?

He says your name, and you look at him again, not realizing how long you were lost in your thoughts.

"Forget what?" He asks again.

You sit back, looking out the window at the world below, knowing the answer, at least for now, is so damn easy, and when you look at him again, you answer truthfully, your voice crystal clear.

"Everything else."

Villefranche-Sur-Mer

"What if I'm not enough" You whisper in the dark, watching the moonlight catch the angles of Zemo’s face as he curves his hips, thrusting deeper. You bite down on your bottom lip as you take it.

"You will always be enough," He says, stroking your brow with his thumb as he settles inside of you. "You're everything."

You close your eyes, letting his words be the truth, turning your face to his touch. You need them to be true; anything else would be devastating.

He slides his hand away to wrap both arms under you, holding you close in the bed, his heavy breathing loud in your ear as he slowly grinds against you and your legs open wider wanting more, loving the familiarity of having him and just him. Some part of you missed this.

"Am I?" He asks.

It surprises you so much that you let go of the long rope tied to the slotted headboard and quickly bring your bound wrist down from over your head. He sits up enough that you’re able to touch his face and your fingertips smooth across his soft lips and up under the rise of his cheekbone where the shadow of a beard is starting to come in.

"I can't believe you would ask." Your smile shows your curiosity.

He takes your hand and kisses your fingers. "The feeling is mutual." He says to prove a point.

You hear him and understand. What makes him any better than you. He is your dom, yes, but you own each other's hearts, and you're both going into this alone for the first time in what feels like so long after that wild trip.

"I am yours. You are mine." You say the words you'd both whispered to one another months and months and months ago and inhale sharply when you feel him twitch inside of you, a perfectly primal response that makes him smile because he's not in control of it. "We were always enough for one another before. I want it to be that way again until he can come back. You really think it will?"

He moves slowly again, feeling how you cling to him. Pulling his hand free of the space between your back and the bed Helmut drags it down your side and along your ribs. He slides his fingers around your hip to your thigh and brings your knee up where he wants you to keep it tight to his side.

With soft yet assertive movements, he stares down at you in the golden dark. His warm gaze is so full of love that you are easily lulled into a false sense of calm only to have him grab the rope between your wrists and slam your hands back into position above your head. His simultaneous thrust is so deep that you squeeze your eyes shut with a strangled cry and he strokes your neck as if the sound is a thing he can touch.

"I have never doubted that we will have this again." He says with a soft hiss of pleasure as he moves, watching you writhe beneath him, "You will always be enough for me. With James, or without. You are still the woman I love; nothing changes that." He says, breathing and fucking you harder, "Now say it." He says, snapping his hips, his hand closing around your throat.

You open your eyes looking up into his as he lowers his face close, never stopping. You picture it— the base of his shaft shining from you in the candlelight as he moves in and out— yes, the moody romantic candlelight of your bedroom. This is France, after all.

"Say that you're enough so that I know you believe it."

You smile. He's so dramatic. You wouldn't have him any other way. "I'm enough." You answer, letting it melt into a sigh.

"One more time," He insists, and the natural raspy growl of his voice only makes you moan and your already throbbing walls grip him tighter.

"I'm enough." You say louder, "And you…are going to make me come." You gasp, straining your neck to look down between you, desperate to see. You love to watch him fuck you.

Helmut grins, lifting your chin with a finger, looking so pleased with himself as he rises up over you. "Then come." He says nearly there himself. He clenches his jaw feeling the pressure mount, but smiles long enough to look down just as you start to moan loudly.

“There, you see —always enough."

2 Months Later

"Jesus! What the hell is that!" Bucky yells at his phone as four golden legs and a head run past the screen interrupting the tranquil scene of Zemo sitting calmly, enjoying tea in the comfort of his back garden.

"That, my dear, sweet James, is the fucking dog you left us with.” He says looking off screen “That is Lou." Oh, If sarcasm and bitter hate were a man, it would be this one.

And wow, do I love him, Bucky thinks with the widest grin, also refusing to believe what he’s just heard. But it must be true?

He watches as the dog, who is adorable by the way, still acts like the age appropriate puppy, but how? "That's Lou? How old is he?"

"Just a year!" You shout from off screen before running into view.

They used to film beautiful women in slow motion in the 80’s. Walking, running, turning to face the camera, it would pan up along their glorious curves to draw in viewers and drive up ratings. Bucky knew this because more than any other image, he’d seen gorgeous women doing sexy shit in slow motion on the small, grainy televisions of gangsters while on a mission to kill. Apparently it left a lasting impression, and you, in your white tank top and high waisted jean shorts just triggered the memory as you run around in your green garden with the wall of vines and white flowers behind you.

You’re barefoot and laughing as you’re followed by the galloping puppy in a circle. But Bucky’s eyes stay fixed on your calves and thighs, your breasts bouncing in slow motion, your blinding smile as you laugh…

“Aren’t you in public?” Zemo asks casually sipping his tea.

Bucky clears his throat and rubs at the heat on the back of his neck trying not to let it reach his face. “Lou seems great.”

Zemo gives him a knowing smile but let’s it slide and looks back at you and the dog “He is a slobbering hulk, no relation to the green one.”

The puppy is trying to get his toy from you with about as much finesse as you might expect.

Bucky pulls his ball cap down over his face to hide his laugh. Maybe if he lays here in the park long enough, Zemo will just forget that he’s the reason for the dog in the first place. Maybe he can pretend to be asleep.

"James. Are you playing dead? I can see you. I know you're laughing." Zemo says, his voice as cold as a frozen pond in January.

"Nope, not me. Not at all." Bucky says.

"You idiot. I can see that stupid, beautiful mouth." Zemo tosses back, and Bucky's wide grin dies down to a shy smile. He pulls his hat up and looks into the phone again, a little more coy.

"Oh yeah?"

Zemo tries not to give in, but for some reason, on the phone, he's not the dominant man he is in real life. Bucky doesn't mind. "Yes. I miss that smile and that mouth."

Bucky feels the twinge of worry that comes with this language, but he manages not to look around. No one can hear, no one sees, and no one knows. This line is secure. Also, no one has spotted him, at least not yet. "I miss you too."

You’re standing next to Zemo’s chair with your hands on your hips, "So, should I just wait inside or..."

Bucky laughs as Zemo reaches back and grabs you by the shirt pulling you over and onto his lap. "No, come here. Tell James how much you miss his pretty pink lips." Zemo says, barely getting the words out before you both start laughing.

"Oh haha. Come on. Can we not tease the old man with limited time, please."

"Who's teasing? I fucking miss you, your mouth. Your face your arms your hands. All of you, Bucky. But mostly... I miss movie night."

Bucky sits up from his spot in the grass. "I thought maybe it was just me."

"No! I hate not having a movie buddy!" You whine, leaning onto the garden table, taking up the screen, but Bucky can see Zemo leaning away, rolling his eyes.

"What's wrong? You two don't like the same stuff? I thought we all enjoyed a few shows on the yacht?"

You glance back and poke Zemo's face. "Well, we do but, it's just not the same."

"She likes to binge. I like to savor."

"Hunh... weird." Bucky says "Binging is the best."

"Yes! This! Exactly!" You shout and hit the table

"Fucking hell..." Zemo pinches the bridge of his nose. "Come, please, take this woman away from me. She's going to make me lose my mind. She brings home dogs, she wants to binge shows, she wants dancing and leaves dirty clothes on the floor."

You gasp, "I do not!"

"Sometimes you do."

"That is such a lie!"

"Petra has to clean up after you."

"You stuck up shit! You know, the only reason why you don't notice any of the stuff you do is because everyone is too busy cleaning up after you the second you make a mess, it's never there long enough for you to see! Maybe if Petra and Oeznik..."

"Excuse me"

Bucky looks up from his phone to find two teenage? Twenty-something? Girls, smiling at him.

Shit.

"Hey."

"Um. Hi... Sorry if this is rude. We just, well, we didn't want to draw a lot of attention, but we wanted to come over and say hi. Is that okay? You're just, well, you're kind of our favorite avenger."

"You are, an avenger right?" The other one asks.

He gives a strained smile. "Sure."

They look at one another, trying not to laugh, and he looks down at the phone in his hands.

You and Zemo, now on mute, are full-on yelling at one another, or so it seems by the amount of gesturing and strained faces.

Blinking hard, he looks back up at the girls. "Did you want something or..."

"Oh, just like, a selfie?"

Bucky had gotten really good at keeping his grumbling to a minimum. "I'm sorry, I'm uh, I'm on a really important call, and I just, I can't right now. It's international. I'm sorry. I really do appreciate it? though..."

"Oh my god, is that porn?"

The frown of confusion on his face should have been enough to stop any accusations, but they both keep staring down wide-eyed, not exactly appalled.

"Shit"

You and Zemo have managed to go from fighting to kissing in seconds. "No, no, it's not porn." He huffs with a nervous laugh, "Can you.. can you just..." Bucky jumps up from his spot in the park, grabs his bag of groceries, and starts for home, leaving the two stunned girls behind.

"Hey!" He shouts into the phone. "Hey! I know you can hear me! You're going to start a lot of really hard-to-shake rumors if you two don't stop. Hey! Cut it out!"

You are straddling Zemo at the table and look over your shoulder. "Hi, sorry you sounded busy, and he was being very rude."

"And she needed to be put in her place," Zemo adds, smacking your ass which, in those little shorts, looks damn near edible, and Bucky remembers the peaches in the bag...

With a deep breath, he shakes his head. "Okay, well, crisis averted. Anyhow, how long do I have you two for? I've gotta get on the train..."

"Can't you walk?" You ask, turning and standing to grab the phone. You call for Lou and go back into the house, followed by Zemo.

Bucky looks around. He doesn't like to walk too far for reasons like what just happened, but for the two of you, sure.

"Okay." He smiles at you, and you back at him. "It's almost like we're walking together.”

Your eyes nearly break his heart. "Almost." You say.

As it turns out, this call ends up being the longest the three of you will ever have all together during your time apart. Which will make the lighthearted conversation feel meaningful over time and the unexpected phone sex reasonable by morning.

When goodbyes are finally said, it's only because you're all so tired and because Zemo is sure you've risked too much, but it was well worth it.

"Don't you think?" Bucky asks, lying naked on his back in bed, falling asleep as he gazes at the phone.

Zemo, naked and next to you, nods. You’ve already fallen asleep without realizing it.

"Yes, of course. And if we have to leave because of it, "He shrugs, "I would still do the same— again and again until we're all together."

"I know," Bucky says, barely keeping his eyes open. He can feel Zemo watching him fall asleep, and it reminds him of those two weeks when nothing else mattered, so he lets it happen.

"Goodnight, James," Zemo says, finally ending the call and letting him sleep.

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The Gang Joins A Cult

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo

18+ Only.

Happy spooky season! As the title hints, this story idea was conceived while watching an episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia (Season 5 episode 4) and as always, once I started writing it took on a life of its own. This story is my first attempt at m/m smut, limited 3rd person pov, and suspense/horror so I hope you enjoy it and please comment/reblog if you do!

Happy Halloween! 🎃

Word count: 7646

Summary: Bucky is in love and while Sam's scary movie marathons don't scare him, admitting his feelings to the intimidating Baron Zemo terrifies him. Unbeknownst to Bucky, Zemo returns his feelings but is equally as scared and stubborn. While immersed in their game of chicken, the pair ends up at high society Halloween sex party and things get creepy fast.

Need to know: Angst, fluff, and smut. Horror? Weird things happen. Anal and oral m/m sex. Not a dom/sub relationship but Bucky is more dominate. Edging, begging, a slight daddy kink...Bucky and Zemo trying to be more annoying than the other. A dash of violence for fun.

Please do not copy or post this anywhere.

Cross posted on AO3.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Better to push it deep, deep down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky grimaced.

Bastard.

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

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

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

Okay, maybe that’s asking too much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Someone’s jealous,” Sam teased.

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

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say.”

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

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

“Fine, how about something paranormal?”

Bucky shrugged, “whatever.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What’s he doing home already?

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

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

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

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

“Do you want to talk about it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Bucky laughed.

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

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

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

“Yeah? Is that supposed to impress me?”

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

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

What if my feelings get more intense?

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

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

Bucky unconsciously slowed down his kisses, making Zemo sigh.

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

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

Maybe he does want something more serious.

No, he’s rolling his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not so cocky now, is he?

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

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

“I do,” Zemo nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“My safeword is Mr. America.”

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

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

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

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

“Then beg.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I told you to beg.”

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

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

“Please, don’t stop!”

“You close, doll?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please….daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Back to my room.”

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

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

“Hey, Helmut?”

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

“It was—it was good.”

“Yeah.”

Bucky nodded. “Goodnight.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam raised an eyebrow in question.

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

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

“Don’t do that,” Bucky huffed.

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

“It was just sex,” Bucky mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit, how much of that did he hear?

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

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

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

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

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

“James?”

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

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

“What about it?”

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

Bucky faltered, his cheeks blushing.

So we’re back to this game.

Okay, Zemo.

“Jealous?”

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

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

“Wait, you’re leaving?” Bucky asked.

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

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

Bucky looked at him warily. “How?”

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

“What’s the catch?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I guess not,” Bucky mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky scoffed when Phantom stepped aside and waved them in.

“Seriously?” Bucky whispered to Zemo.

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

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

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

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

“Is that a buffet?” Bucky asked incredulously.

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

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

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

“This is weird as shit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay…whatever that means.

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

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

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

“Uh yeah—I came with a friend.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“James, meet my new friend, Aidan.”

Bucky nodded, ignoring Aidan’s outstretched hand.

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

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

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

Good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I need to get the hell out of here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hypocrite.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just let him go. He obviously wants this.

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

Bucky took it.

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck it. What do you have to lose?

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

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

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

“Did you want to leave with that guy?”

Zemo slightly shook his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Honestly, no idea.”

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

The Strange Woman took Bucky’s mask off next.

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

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

“Is now the time to have that argument?”

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

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

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

“James—”

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

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

“Calm down; we’ll figure a way out.”

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

“Shh!”

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

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

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

“James—”

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

“James—” Zemo tried again.

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

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

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

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

“Well, then I’ll have to hurt you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What did you do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry I took so long.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He glanced over his shoulder. The sidewalk was empty.

Of course it’s empty.

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

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

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

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#winterbaron #bucky barnes #helmut zemo #tfatws #bucky barnes smut #zemo smut #bucky barnes x helmut zemo #dom!bucky #sub!zemo #m/m romance #m/m smut #kinktober #halloween fic #spooky season

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bottombaron · 3 years

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if you could pick any story (myth, movie, tv show, book, etc.) for a winterbaron au what would it be?

#winterbaron #bucky x zemo #zemo #bucky #asking b/c i need a story to maladaptive daydream about to fall asleep #and because i'm curious if anyone has any winterbaron au ideas based on other stories #i love putting my current otp into other film romances and such

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Winterbaron (Zemo/Bucky) Fic Recs

It’s kinda hard for me to believe that up until a couple weeks ago this pairing was practically nonexistent and now there are more than 150 fics on AO3! With so much out there to choose from I wanted to start putting together a list of some of my favs to help any newbies get straight to the good stuff.

For those who are new to winterbaron, this pairing (at least the way I see it) is very much about exploring (and reveling in) Bucky’s lingering psychological trauma from his time as the Winter Soldier – basically Hydra Trash Party: Redux. With that in mind, please assume that all of the recs below will involve, at minimum, Zemo being manipulative, dubious consent, and mentions of past abuse. If you’re looking for fluff or romance or anything of that nature, you’re in the wrong place. On a related note, if you’re new to HTP in general, definitely check out my old HTP Fic Recs post as well!

The Opposite of Hate (Is Not Love) by Quiver Words: 5630

His name is Bucky Barnes. He is not the Winter Soldier. Shuri and the other scientists of Wakanda freed him, removed the triggers from his brain. He's free. Playing the role of what he used to be means nothing.

But it was maybe...easy, to slip back to the way things used to be. Maybe it wasn't as hard as Sam thought, or hoped. Maybe Zemo said 'Gotov podchinit'sya, Zimniy Soldat?' and Bucky felt something—click.

I wanna grab both your shoulders & shake, baby by ohko Words: 14370

“I take care of things that are mine,” he says simply, and it snaps Bucky out of whatever trance he had comfortably fallen into under Zemo’s hands. Bucky rips himself away, burned by the words. He’s suddenly overcome – riding the wake of a panic attack, crashing from adrenaline, dopamine clearing from his system, startled and fearful of the words he’s just heard.

“Fuck you,” he spits bitterly.

“I meant the harness, but it seems rather telling that you identified yourself in that,” Zemo says smoothly. Pompously, daring Bucky to call out his lie. Bucky sees red.

Called To Heel by Bagheera Words: 19400 Notes: recreational drug use

Zemo smiles, forgiving, and reaches for Bucky’s hand. He clenches his fingers around the pills, makes a fist that might smash Zemo’s jaw, and that, at least, would be one way to enjoy the night. Sam and Sharon wouldn’t even give a damn. But Zemo taps his fingers against Bucky’s fist, and says, “ФУ” - drop it.

Dragging in the dust of old, ignoble glories [series] by darthpumpkinspice Words: 25700

“Are you planning on killing me?”

“Of course not,” Zemo says. The lie comes easily - it flows off his tongue as smoothly as poisoned honey. There’s something almost graceful about his casual deception - he doesn’t lie with the crude, blundering awkwardness Bucky does (that Steve did). There’s sleekness and artistry behind it. He’s such an erudite bastard, even his manipulations are drenched in poetry.

Pet Psychopath by Gothic_Lolita Words: 3630 Notes: humiliation

“My programming doesn’t work anymore,” Bucky spit out. The disgust coiled around his chest and squeezed his heart, making every beat pound against his ribcage like a drum.

“The codewords don’t work anymore,” Zemo corrected. “And they were simply a means of an end. They were symbolic, for the sake of flair. HYDRA did not need the words to program you, and I don’t either. Your programming runs fine without them.”

Bucky shook his head mutely. “No, it doesn’t.”

“If I wanted you on your knees right now, I could have you.”

If You Insist by Exorin Words: 2200

James comes to him that first night in Madripoor.

His soldat, standing in the doorway and looking, every inch, like a man who’s been beaten down one too many times, like a man who can’t remember what sleep feels like. James, for once, doesn’t make eye contact, in fact, he looks everywhere else instead.

Interesting.

A shared history, you and I by ficmeup Words: 7500

“You should grow your hair out again,” Zemo suggests absent-mindedly. “It made you look feral. Like a wolf.”

Bucky reacts at the final word for a reason he is not privy to. His jaw clenches as he looks away, gaze staying fixated away from Zemo. Silence descends and he figures Barnes is choosing to ignore his nonsensical subject change and venture back into his brooding.

“The point of cutting it was to look normal. To feel normal again.”

And how is that going for you, soldat?

Inches and anatomy (I Give You Him) by kickflaw Words: 9980 Notes: noncon, voyeurism, Sam’s POV

“I’ll need proof, of course,” Selby said, draping herself back into the corner of her snakeskin couch. “The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery’s gonna cost you, Baron, I’ll need to be sure I get what I want. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me.”

“Proof?” Sam burst out. “What, you, you want him to fuck you right now? We’re kind of on a timetable here, lady.”

- - - - - - - - - UPDATE: April 2, 2022 - - - - - - - - -

Walking down a crumbling line by darthpumpkinspice & Asher_2179 Words: 78,470 Notes: EKO Scorpion Zemo/WS

“Are you willing to comply?”

The man is crouched down in front of him now, binds collected in his hands, dangling between his knees. He is eye level with the Soldier. No handler has ever come down to his level to ask for his compliance before. No handler has ever asked. His compliance is not something that he has given, nor is it really forced, per se. It is implicit. Expected. The norm. The Soldier finds it odd, this question he has been asked, but he files the thought away without inspection. HYDRA did not train him to be an investigator.

“Yes, sir,” he responds.

Feather by helens78 Words: 800

"There were so many circuits wired to different commands for you. So many sticks. So many carrots." Zemo smiles again. "Every one of them contained in that book." He leans forward, lacing his fingers, resting his chin on his hands. "I remember them all."

That's a funny way to say thank you by SinSmith Words: 1820 Notes: mild boot kink

“What is this? Please.” Zemo questioned- he knew when to dapple in the deference now and again. Nothing put people off balance so much as a little humility.

“You didn’t take the serum. You could have and you didn’t. And I’m…”

“Aroused? Confused? In love? Turned on?” Zemo offered, helpfully.

“Grateful.”

Red Light Fever by sublimepigeon Words: 5350 Notes: drugging

“There’s no need to stay on the floor,” Zemo said, lightly, as though Bucky’s act of kneeling before him was some quaint mannerism and not an obedience so instinctual it left Bucky nauseous. “Please take the sofa, James.”

The baron and the winter soldier [series] by Spintwin Words: 27,370

“Why have you come to me?” Zemo asked, taking another step closer. It was a fair question, he thought: odd, really, for James to offer his neck into a noose.

There was little hesitation in James’s reply, however. “Because you’ll do it.”

Between Cleveland and Siberia by galaxylentil Words: 1830 Notes: Civil War AU, brief noncon

The Russian - Karpov - invites Zemo down to his musty basement, where he keeps his classified records in a secret compartment behind drywall. Zemo almost laughs at the obviousness of the hiding place. Maybe he should have just killed Karpov immediately and found the information himself.

No matter. He’ll kill Karpov when he’s no longer useful, along with each of the frozen winter soldiers. For the moment, many hands make light work.

Devil's Hour by Sandrine Words: 11,250

"Don't you have anything better to do?" Bucky asks. "Is this really how you wanna spend whatever short-lived freedom you have until the Wakandians catch you? Staking out my place and staying awake so you can call me in the middle of the night. Kinda sad, don't ya think?"

Toe Cap and Tongue by Exorin Words: 1580 Notes: boot licking

"Down on your hands and knees, soldat."

Bucky sinks down without a thought; he lets his knees slip open wide over the tiled floor and braces himself down on his elbows, he looks up at Zemo from under his lashes - his mouth floods wet and his cock fills out between his thighs.

It's been so long since he's been properly used.

It Takes Two To Tango by takupaku Words: 7650 Notes: voyeurism

The first thing he notices is that the bathroom is shockingly clean, way cleaner than ones he had seen in other bars during his lifetime - and fancy, polished marble floors and dark wooden tones accompanied by a dim, warm lighting. It's also empty, minus the two men who had just walked in, which is the second thing he notices. Zemo is pressed against one of the stall doors and the man with dark hair is flush against him, his lips sealed over the Baron's throat and Bucky instantly regrets ever following them, desperately trying to ignore the heat that immediately latches on his face upon the sight.

#winterbaron #hydra trash party #fic recs #tfatws #very sorry to anyone out there who likes soft!winterbaron #that's just not my cup of tea

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Don’t Leave me

Title: Don’t Leave Me Square Filled: C1 Card: B096 Rating: Teen Prompt: Run Away With Me Pairing: Winterbaron Zemo/Bucky Tags: Alternate Universe, romance, angst, Winterbaron , Zemo Summary: Zemo knows James will be leaving soon and he won’t see him again for a long time. *run away with me James...* Zemo purrs in his ear. *Don’t leave me here alone.* And Bucky is seriously thinking about it.

Last one so sketchy so sorry.....I will fix it up at some point. No time! :) I was convinced it wasn’t a total fail.:)

And blackout for buckybarnes bingo.

#Bbbingo2021 #buckybarnesbingo2021 #blackoutachieved #winterbaron #bucky/zemo #baron zemo #marvelartparty

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belyyv0lk · 3 years

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Now Taking Writing Requests

Now that Vindicta is complete and the second part of the series is in the works, I’ve decided to open my ask box to writing prompts! Writing is a wonderful way to keep my mind occupied while slowly but surely making my way through the school year. I love it, and of course Winterbaron has truly consumed my everyday thoughts.

I’ve thought about accepting requests before so now I’ll just be testing the waters. If you’re interested in seeing me write something specific, please send me an ask! It can be:

As detailed or vague as you’d like. If you want me to take creative freedom with a general idea that’s no trouble at all, or if you have something very specific in mind feel free to elaborate and let me know about specific points you’d like included.

As long or short as you’d like, though no longer than two chapters. I will not be doing any long WIPs since my major series will be taking my primary attention in that regard. But fret not, I am fully capable of writing one-shots or two part works that have hefty word counts. Just be aware, the longer you want it the longer it will take to write.

NSFW will only be included if specified. All of my prompts will be clean unless it is directly asked not to be.

Any trope, dynamic, or AU you’re interested in seeing, there are none that I dislike or would have trouble writing.

Keep in mind that if a particular prompt crosses any sort of boundary I have, I might simply say no. It is no judgement of what you’re interested in, just a limit on my capacity of what I can write. Most things don’t bother me, so I tentatively say that I have no limits.

Other ships don’t bother me, however at this time I will primarily be taking Winterbaron requests. If there is another ship you’d like to see in the background please let me know and I will happily include it. Or of course, past relationships/unrequited love. I am a fan of angst, those who have read Vindicta know that. I will do sad endings or happy endings with no issue. Or if you’d like to see no real romance at all and just a story, that’s fine too. In the future I will likely open it up to more possibilities/ships. Mostly if this goes well and I find I enjoy it, which, I anticipate that I will.

Kudos! If you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask, I’m naught but a kind soul, my inbox and ask box is always open.

#Winterbaron #Bucky x Zemo #writing requests #prompts #one shots #chatting with Sneak #fanfiction #Helmut Zemo #Bucky Barnes

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dual-domination · 2 years

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I posted 928 times in 2021

93 posts created (10%)

835 posts reblogged (90%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 9.0 posts.

I added 980 tags in 2021

#mdzs - 139 posts

#nie huaisang - 134 posts

#jiang cheng - 119 posts

#the untamed - 118 posts

#bucky barnes - 115 posts

#winterbaron - 113 posts

#sangcheng - 68 posts

#nie mingjue - 61 posts

#baron zemo - 60 posts

#tfatws - 53 posts

Longest Tag: 95 characters

#steves arc is literally moving forward and accepting his new reality to become a modern man. 🤡

My Top Posts in 2021

This Zemo with this Bucky

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Accurate af 👌

From: @MLtoFangirl on twitter

139 notes • Posted 2021-11-10 12:39:20 GMT

Husband watching The Untamed - The Mustache

Episode 10. Husband laugh his ass off

Things like “Lan Zhan, hold my sword” and “Lan Zhan, use your iron” made him scream and I hadn’t laugh at such stupid things the time I watched alone. Wtf Husband is twelve???

WWX ransacking XY and Husband was like “Reputation? Already gay reputation.”

Husband about XXC and XY: “Enemies AND lovers.” (I’m sad for him in anticipation abt Yi City arc)

XY says “Don’t forget me” to XXC and Husband just: “I said, I knew it!”

Husband: Everyone but Jiang Cheng is gay here.

Me: He met Wen Qing just for a moment in the Novel. This whole thing with her doesn’t exist there and in the donghua.

Husband: So he’s really gay with the little brother with a fan... The couple that didn’t got the rooster.

Suddenly, a wild Nie Mingjue appears on screen.

Husband: THE MUSTACHE!!! \o/

Sect Leader Mustache.

Husband will be disappointed when he watches the donghua and sees no mustache.

The drama between NMJ and MY happens, MY crying, NMJ, THAT MAN, crying so sadly abt sad little ‘princess dimples’ MY

Husband: So, them too... OH.

Me: Yeah.

Husband:....

Husband: Wait... this guy (MY) is not the older brother Lan’s boyfriend??????? D:

Me: And this guy (NMJ) is Xichen’s best friend...

Husband: Best “friend”? In this show? WAIT A MINUTE

Proud of him being smart enough to figure out abt XueXiao and 3zun so easily kjsjkskskjjks

Important note: He found NOTHING abt SL and XXC, just friends who cultivate together, not even a hint of romance, sexual tension, etc. Proud of him for this too.

I knew this episode would worth it.

144 notes • Posted 2021-12-04 03:05:22 GMT

*Steve is back from moon*

Steve: So... Zemo is now an ally...

Sam: Yep.

Steve: I heard he's dating someone and...

Sam:

Bucky:

@thesunflowersutra

317 notes • Posted 2021-05-02 17:13:50 GMT

This Zemo with this Bucky

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@thesunflowersutra my number one is the AU I made for you! <3

@mostlikelytofangirl look where you are ;)

@raging-red-lotus-of-qinghe Nie Huaisang tag so highly ranked - the credits for that are, at least, half yours

Husband, you don't have a Tumblr, and yet you got the 3rd place ><

Thanks to everyone who took part in 2021 in my favorite place (here)!

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #hyde dual domination #hyde dual-domination

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fuddlewuddle · 2 years

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Top 5 romances or top 5 characters.

I’ll do romances and by that I assume you mean pairings I ship?

I’ll do those I read (rather than write because I read a lot of ships I don’t write about).

Also let’s assume Winterbaron is a given because that’s my favourite favourite one so will always be included , but other than those two boys:

Bucky x Clint

Magnus x Alec (Shadowhunters)

Matt x Foggy (Daredevil)

Eduardo x Mark (The Social Network)

Din x Luke (Mandalorian)

Hope this is what you were after?

#thank you for the anon #ask game

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winterbarontrash · 3 years

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1, 3, and 23? :)

Thank you 💕💕💕

Okay, settle in this is going to be a long post lol

Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

I have about twenty WIPs running at any one time but I'll focus on the last two I've been working on recently :)

1. Everybody Wants You

It's a lokius fanfic with an au setting, cos I'm a sucker for these two and au's in general lol

I ranted about and posted a few scenes of the fic already. You can find my rant here and some scenes here, but basically Mobius and Loki are best friends and colleagues who think their love is unrequited (it's not, but they're idiots) and don't want to risk losing their best friend over their feelings. Mobius decides he needs some space from Loki, to hopefully get a hold on his growing jealousy, and Loki promptly becomes a mess about it.

I have almost completely finished the second half of the fic, which is from Loki's perspective, and am working on the beginning, which is from Mobius's perspective. I know it's probably weird to start in the middle of a story but I had several scenes perfectly imagined and rather than get stuck trying to write the start, I just wrote and it worked lol

My favourite thing about the fic is actually my attempt to translate the temporal prison scene from episode 4, where Sif repeatedly beats the crap out Loki, into the setting of the fic. I had so much fun writing it and I think it's hilarious (idk about anyone else lol). In my fic, rather than a temporal prison, Loki is trapped in a bathroom with Sif on the other side. I also really loved writing the sibling dynamic between Loki, Sylvie and Thor. I will die for this sibling dynamic tbh.

2. The Raft

This is a winterbaron fic and is a canon divergence AU. I have also ranted about this idea before lol You can find it here, but basically Bucky gets sent to the Raft between Endgame and tfaws, pending his pardon, and is placed in a cell opposite Zemo. They end up becoming reluctant friends, because what else there to do on the Raft. There is also a shit ton of sexual tension, but have yet to decide whether I will progress onto smut lol I am super tempted though.

I have the the first two chapters down and some random scenes. It still definately a WIP but it's coming along.

I love how it feeds the sexual tension and relationship between Bucky and Zemo in tfaws. Like Bucky chose to involve Zemo because he knows him. Bucky knew how to help him escape because he knows the security weakness from his time there. Zemo is overly touchy with Bucky and Bucky lets him because of that strange unresolved tension left over from their time on the Raft. Idk I just love it.

What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

There are so many but this one just haunts me, and I honestly can't think of a fic to write in and that kills me. I just want sleepy Loki and morning cuddles, is that so much to ask. So here's the scene.

Loki generally hated mornings.

He wasn’t a morning person at all.

But this morning was pretty nice, he decided sleepily, pushing his face against his nice, warm pillow that smelled ridiculously good.

Someone stroked his head, fingers raking pleasantly against his scalp. “It’s almost ten already, Loki. Wake up.”

“No,” Loki mumbled.

A soft chuckle. “Then at least let me go.”

Loki frowned and opened his eyes blearily. He found himself looking at a wide, toned chest, which he’d apparently been using as a pillow.

Loki blinked, thought for a moment, and then closed his eyes again. There would be plenty of time to get worked up about it later. Now he felt too damn good and sleepy to feel much of anything else.

“Loki.”

“Go away, Mobius,” Loki muttered.

“It’s kind of hard when you’re sprawled all over me,” Mobius said, his voice extremely dry.

Loki sighed, and then lifted his head a little. He glared sleepily at Mobius, who was looking at him with faint amusement.

“I didn’t know you were a cuddler,” Mobius said with a smirk. “I couldn’t breathe when I woke up.”

Loki wanted to flip him the bird, but it would be too much of an effort—and Loki felt ridiculously distracted by all the warm, golden skin and bed-hair.

Loki groaned and dropped his head back on Mobius’s chest.

“What is it?” Mobius said, threading his fingers through Loki’s hair.

“It's really quite unbecoming that you look so good in the morning," Loki grumbled.

What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

The reason I created this blog is because I got this one winterbaron fic idea and then became obsessed with the ship. Yet, I still haven't written it. Idk why, I just can't.

The story is basically another au (cos I'm such a sucker for them) where Bucky decides to go to a bar and drink his sorrows away after his best friend/friends with benefits/I guess now ex-boyfriend announces he's getting married. There he meets Zemo, who of course offers to be his rebound after listening to his tale of woe. This then leads to "please be my date for the wedding events," which of course Zemo agrees to do. Who loves drama as much as Zemo, am I right? Fake dating/support for a shitty time however leads to romance and happily ever afters. Bucky deserves that.

#asks #thank you!!!#this was so fun!#it also got me writing #so thank you again #💜💜💜

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cherryblossomtease · 3 years

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Chapter 18

18 + only (sub reader/bucky, dom zemo, first time m/m, collars/leash kink, and more please see masterlist for full warnings)

Warnings and summary - Masterlist

The directions were simple

“Go into the bedroom, you may help one another, and when you’re done getting ready, wait for me on the bed. The collars are in the bottom drawer…”

Bucky follows you, his hands wandering; stroking your hair, your back, your neck. He’s never going to be able to follow rule three if he keeps this up. You laugh swatting his hand away, trying to avoid his touch as you open the door to the bedroom.

Inside, he watches as you go to the closet and find the items just as Zemo said you would.

“How do we know which are which?” He asks from the bed.

You turn and grin holding them up.

His is thicker, heavier, and you wonder if these were in the crate Oeznik did not open.

“Me first?” You offer going to him.

“Sure” He says and watches you pull your tank top off over your head and toss it onto one of the plush chairs in the room. Bucky surprises you and finds the zipper of your skirt, pulling it down easily. He tugs the silk organza off your hips with a cocky smile as the fabric falls, giving you a little wink that makes you roll your eyes, giggling with your tongue between your teeth. Oh fuck it—your underwear comes sliding down your thighs too— no use pretending this won’t escalate quickly.

“Come closer.” He says and you stand between his legs.

He’s breathing hard already, his eyes bright with the excitement.

You look him over thinking about how beautiful he is. This is an established fact stated so many times it doesn’t need to be said. But you can’t stop looking at him tonight and you know it’s because you’ve lived with and loved him for more than a year now. The many connections between you run deep and now you’ll share in this singular experience with him. You feel… special.

Does he feel hesitant, you wonder eyeing his profile. You did the first time you ever had sex and you desperately want him to know that every time he’s ever tried to play the hero to you, tonight you will be his should he need it— but James is a lucky man. Zemo actually loves him. He won’t find himself under some greasy haired, overly perfumed son of a Low Town gangster who thinks he’s hot shit. You hold in a laugh at the memory of your “first” and his sad, selfish attempts to satisfy you.

Watching Bucky from the corner of your eye, you raise your chin and keep close so he can gather the leather around the back of your neck. He buckles it easily, and you feel that familiar sensation of your body waking up. The clink of the metal, the touch of the leather, your nipples perk, you feel the slippery response between your legs— it’s all nice but you want to focus on him and you hope your desire to care for Bucky as he would you shows through in your own movements.

Pressing the center of the strap to his strong neck, you pull one side and then the other, pausing to kiss his jaw, nipping at his ear, you make him practically giggle involuntarily. He tucks his ear to his shoulder, leaning away from you. You smile and loop the ends, finding the perfect notch. “How’s that?” You ask softly, running your fingers back around and down his neck.

His eyes close as he smiles. “Good. A little tight, but— I like it.” How the tides have turned you think, remembering the first time he ever heard those words from you when he reluctantly fastened you into your restraints.

Your smile matches his as you stroke his scruffy cheek. “Perfect” You quickly unbutton his shirt and smooth your hands under the lapels sliding it off his shoulders and in doing so actually catch a glimpse of a metal loop you hadn’t noticed on the back of the collar at first. “Oh wait. I think there’s more.” You say realizing what that other thing was in the drawer. “Hang on.” You tell him, leaving Bucky shirtless on the bed.

“What is it?” He asks as you go back to the closet and open the bottom drawer. You don’t answer but when you return with a matching leash he tilts his head —a little like Zemo does— looking slightly suspicious.

“This is meant to clip on.” You say wondering how he’ll respond.

Bucky’s eyes go wide for a second. He pushes his palms to his thighs letting this layer of information settle as he leans in and chuckles shaking his head. “He thinks I’m dog now?” He inquires with a brow raised high. He sounds ever so slightly disturbed.

You snicker sweetly “Hush.” You say and go to him. You lean around and clip it on, feeling his hands on your ass as you smooth the length of it out. The leash is long, but not overly done. It’s the perfect length for Zemo to wrap around his hand once and really get a tight grip. “More like, a puppy. A good boy.” You tease trying not to laugh too hard.

Bucky’s look of outrage does it and you can’t hold the laughter in. Still grinning you try to soothe the sting. “Im sorry, I’m only teasing. You’re a very grown man with very large muscles who could probably crush everyone on this ship if he wanted. You’re very scary and we all fear you.”

“Oh ha ha. You’re so funny,”

“Aw, okay I’m sorry. Really.” You say meaning it.

He glances up and you can tell he’s not really mad, you’ve teased him about looking like the least intimidating killer before, which truth be told is something you probably shouldn’t joke about given the hurt he’s caused but it was never his choice. “Listen.” You say and lay your hands on his chest. “I think he made it very clear how he feels about you James.” You say his name so he knows you’re not playing anymore and it works like it always does.

Bucky looks up at you, studying your face for a second or two before he breaks, and looks away flashing the widest smile.

“By the way. When did you tell him? How you feel I mean.”

He thinks back as if he can’t remember. “This morning.” He says a little awkwardly.

So that explains why he was acting so off and sort of fidgety all day, and why Zemo has been so quiet. “And he clearly didn’t say it back.”

Bucky looks down as though he still feels the sting of rejection. “It was —not good. We were on the top deck laughing about something and I just, well I went for it. I looked him in the eyes, I held his hand and told him. He just stared at me. Eventually he said something like thank you, I think, I dunno, I sort of blacked out a little.” He says looking towards the windows “He said he needed to “attend to something” and walked away. He kissed me first though” He says with a sad laugh.

“And you’ve just been acting like nothing happened all day?” You hate that he’s kept it to himself, what an awful thing to suffer through; then again, it is Bucky. He’s known worse.

“What else was I supposed to do?”

“Tell me?”

“Why so you could make it a thing?”

“Well yeah?”

“I’m not a kid.” He says your name and you back down a little “I’m a grown man. I’ve had my heart broken”

“And put back together.” You remind him.

His eyes dart up to meet yours and slowly his smile returns. You know he’s thinking about the dance and the beautiful moment that followed. “Yeah. Turns out he wasn’t as ready as you thought he would be. But it didn’t take long.” He says sounding a little smug.

“I never had a doubt about Helmut’s love for you. I wouldn’t have wanted you to come with me if I weren’t sure. So,” You gently pull the strap around letting him see, “when it comes to things like this you just have to be honest. He trusts that you will, that we will. If you don’t want the leash James, don’t have it. Never be too proud to say no.”

He’s listening and you can see him actually thinking about it. Probably assessing his boundaries and weighing them against his love for Helmut and his level of comfort. He’s not used to this feeling, you can tell. He’s so physically strong, there are times he probably feels invincible. He’s certainly not used to being intimidated by the idea of the unknown. But tonight you suppose it’s more than that. “Are you sure you want this?” You ask wondering.

Bucky leans back surprised by the question. “More than anything.” He says without hesitation. You exhale the breath you’re holding feeling elated for tonight to become the start of so much more.

“You look beautiful by the way, you have all night.” He says softly “I meant to say so earlier.”

Damn it Barnes.

Your lips meet in a soft kiss and you lean against his chest feeling small in the warm space between his legs as his hands slowly glide across your back holding you so close…

The bedroom door opens and you part.

Turning in Bucky’s arms you’re fully aware that together you must paint the prettiest picture. The way Zemo gazes across the room at the two of you, this notion is quickly confirmed.

He has to stop in the doorway and just take it in. You’ve never seen him at a loss like this before. But you’re standing naked wearing the collar he chose for you with your arms around the man he thought he would never have, now in his own soft black leather restraint and that leash held loose in your hand.

You slide it up slowly over Bucky’s bare chest letting it drag across his skin and he closes his eyes against the rousing tickle until it falls over his back. You know damn well what you’re doing as you look back at the Baron with big, innocent eyes.

“Get up.” Zemo says, his already rough voice gone deep like it does when he’s ready to destroy you both.

Bucky gently moves you aside and stands.

“Take off the rest of your clothes.”

You stand beside Bucky watching him strip.

“And why are you still standing?” Zemo asks the second Bucky is finished, as if it’s laughable that either of you should think to do anything other than kneel before him. Funny though, he doesn’t have say it again before you’re both on your knees.

“Safe words” Zemo says unbuttoning his shirt as he comes closer.

“Rapunzel.”

“Streusel”

“Songs” He says, undoing his pants, slipping them down and off.

“Anything from the sound of music.”

“Penny’s from heaven.”

“Colors James?”

“Red means stop, yellow means slow,” Bucky’s breath catches and you glance over to find the Baron pulling his head back by the hair just a little “Green— means go.”

Zemo slowly reaches with his other hand and grips the leash letting go of Bucky’s hair, but he keeps him in this back bent position as he trails his fingers down over Bucky’s face and traces his lips, lowering to kiss him before letting go of the leather strip. Bucky’s soft moan as he melts into the kiss makes the deepest center of your belly quiver as you take a stuttered breath in.

Zemo holds his face in both hands now, the tip of his nose grazing over Bucky’s, his lips gently kissing his closed eyelids and his forehead before leaving him.

Moving silently Zemo comes to you so quickly you hardly have time to catch your breath before his mouth closes in and your eyes roll shut as his tongue finds yours with ease. It is an unexpectedly calm kiss that makes your skin tingle. He knows that when he kisses you like this, you feel both his affection for you and completely overpowered; so much so that you do nothing but submit to whatever it is he wants. He licks the crest of your top lip, presses a soft kiss to you again moaning very quietly and smiles at you.

“Sweet girl… you taste like James tonight. Have you been kissing him?”

“Only a little.”

He laughs “It’s all right. I like it.” He lifts your chin holding onto your jaw as he smooths his hand onto the top of your head, keeping it there. He sighs deep in his chest, and you look up at him waiting, wondering if he will show you his gentle side…

He sighs and smiles at you shaking his head just a little “You do like to tease me don’t you?” He clicks his tongue with a disapproving tsk-tsk. “Oh, I will enjoy this.” He pets your head and you watch the way he looks you over; naked, on your knees, willing to be his completely and there is the most beautiful darkness in his kind eyes.

You swallow feeling your throat resist the collar. You want to smile but you’re a little afraid of what he means and you know better than to assume.

“James.” He says looking over, with you still held close in this slightly awkward position.

“Yes Baron.”

“Go to the center of the room, sit and wait.”

“Yes Baron,” He says and gets up leaving your line of sight.

His grip on your face tightens. “Beautiful girl.” Zemo says looking back down at you, his eyes wild like they were before he was sent away, “Forgive me. I will enjoy this…”

Bucky never looks away from your punishments anymore. Now he watches with a jealous sort of lust that makes it all the better.

His eyes are fixed on you as he waits from his place in the center of the room and you are momentarily distracted by him which is nice because you need a break from the pain.

“You do like to tease, don’t you.” Zemo says circling you slowly. He sighs pretending to feel sorry for you.

Your fingers are interlaced on top of your head and you don’t dare put them down again after he gave your palms a slap with the leather— how silly that you hadn’t considered that the leash could be used against you. Now you’re here paying for underestimating Zemo and your earlier actions.

Your lips and eyes shut tight but you manage to open you mouth and answer him. “Yes Baron.”

“I know.” He says, his tone all too cool. He steps in front of you again and you wait breathing fast knowing that it’s coming.

That thin leash strikes the tops of your thighs licking your skin with the heat of fire and you hold in your cries, looking across the room at Bucky whose narrowed gaze shows some ounce of sympathy, but mostly you see how badly he wants to get up, push Zemo out of the way and fuck you.

When the next few strikes criss cross your thighs in a pattern of pain you give in, unable to take more and sink down onto your heels, your shaking breath nearly turning to tears.

Zemo stops and comes over pulling you back up onto your knees by your elbows. “Look at me.”

You won’t

“Look at me.”

You open your eyes but you hate him right now.

“Don’t tease.” He says shaking his head. He smiles and kisses your cheek, ignoring your angry face. “But, I have to admit, you are an incredible dancer. Next time, let me touch the parts I like most, yes?” He asks tweaking the tip of your nose.

You roll your eyes but quickly mumble. “Yes Baron”

He laughs a little and kisses your forehead. “So feisty tonight,” He says petting your head. “Should we continue until I’ve whipped it out of you?” He asks, standing with the leash dangling in his hand, both the front and backs of your thighs stinging.

“No! I’m sorry.” You insist while thinking back to how you shook your ass in the lounge and how you can’t wait to do it again. Maybe next time you’ll be able to take more of the consequences…

He smiles stroking your face.

“Fine.” He gazes down at you for a little while until you calm and eventually his hand feels as good on your skin as it ever has. “James.” He calls.

“Yes Baron.”

Zemo walks over going around behind Bucky and clips the leash back onto his collar, the sound is soft but chilling. You see the way Bucky’s eyes close and his muscles tense. “Come, let’s make her feel better. I think she’s learned her lesson enough for tonight.”

Both their eyes are on you.

You watch Zemo take that leash in hand and wrap it around his palm closing it in his fist like you knew he would, but you’re curious if he’ll actually take the next step, so you wait holding your breath. Sure enough, as he orders you to lay on your back with your legs spread, Zemo pulls Bucky along making him cross the short distance on all fours.

Holy shit…

“I want to hear her say your name.” Zemo says as Bucky lowers “I want you to make her come like you did while I was away.”

Bucky does not hesitate and your entire body responds to the warmth of his mouth closing in on you. Your toes curl to points, your knees bend boxing him in, your back arches high letting your chin lift until the top of your head is nearly touching the floor.

He licks up the center of your divide parting your lips to circle your entrance quickly, you can hear and feel his arousal as soft, muffled moaning against your wet center and when he slides his hands under your ass and raises you up like a plate to be licked clean you nearly scream.

As he finds a good rhythm it does begin to feel just like New York. Bucky always loved burrying his face between your legs for as long as you wanted him to, there was never a rush, never any pressure to hurry, just this sort of lazy enjoyment that consumed you both.

Helmuts voice sounds very distant as he asks, “Does it feel good?” He already knows.

“Yes” You sigh feeling relaxed after a while, Bucky’s fingers press into the fleshy parts of your backside and you smile.

The sharp crack of leather on skin makes you jump and your eyes fly open. Bucky gives a surprised but subdued yelp that gets lost against you.

Helmut doesn’t want you relaxed, he wants you screaming.

You’re dropped to the floor and the flicking of Bucky’s tongue becomes a heavy, more determined effort, amplified by the way he moans as Zemo takes a knee behind him and directs his attention to parts of the soldier’s body that you can’t see.

So it’s like that tonight.

It might be out of your line of sight, but you can imagine what’s happening based on the lovely sounds Bucky is making; all those deep moans laced with a hint of pain and you open your eyes gasping as he vigorously begins to suck your clitoris.

From the throws of your rising orgasm, you sense eyes on you and manage to look. Helmut is watching, left hand down busy with Bucky between the two of you.

“Let go, don’t hold back.” He says looking in your eyes as you pant. “I like to see it. I like to see the way you nearly cry when he makes your thighs shake and you say his name when you look at me.”

When you moan it’s the sort that you’re not in control of, it’s a response to the things Zemo is saying to you, a reflex that grips and holds as tight as your collar.

His right hand glides across the horizon of Bucky’s raised ass, the leash rolling along with it and you toss your head back and flex every muscle as Barnes puts his all into devouring your pussy.

His head moves up and down as he works his tongue, but it is the sight of that single, otherwise innocuous bit of black leather held by the man in control of it all that sends you over the edge.

“Would you like to come?” He asks his favorite question.

“Please,” You beg.

He pulls the leash; you feel the loss of pressure which is maddening. That smug little smile on Zemo’s mouth making it both better and worse.

“Please Baron.”

“Did you ever think of me when he fucked you?” He asks suddenly curious. "When he licked you like he is now?”

“Sometimes,” You confess still breathless.

Zemo frowns and pulls the leash harder. The muscle of his arm flexes and you hate him when he denies you a climax but he looks so good doing it. Bucky rises up to sitting to stop from being choked.

On even level with Bucky now, Zemo reaches around to grab his wet chin. “You were a good substitute soldat I’ll give you that much… she does seem ready to come, what do you think?”

Bucky gazes down at you licking his lips slowly—tasting, you, smelling you— he’s happier than he’s letting on and you know he’s just thankful for the permission to have your legs wrapped around his neck again. A hint of his own dominance flickers in his eyes. He stares at you with your thighs parted for him, moaning softly as they rock open and shut from wanting more. “Yes Baron. She does.” He says and the way they look, towering over you together with Zemo like a dark shadow behind the tightly wound power of Bucky; you bite your lip and swallow hard so ready to be devoured.

“Go on, finish her off,” Zemo says and gives him the slack needed. He pushes Bucky back down and the wonderfully obedient Sergeant dives back in.

The pause only makes the continuation better and when you see Zemo reach between Bucky’s legs again, you feel, not hear Bucky’s response as a deep, heavy moan that vibrates against you.

Your orgasm is nearly instant.

The rhythmic pressure rises until its inescapable; your voice goes high and your body jerks once with the perfect shock of pleasure, holding tight until you melt into the pulsing release, moaning again and again, thrusting against his face until you are shaking and yes, in the end you say his name. Just as your Baron wants. You breathe it, gasp it, reach and pull his hair, shoving his face deeper into the throbbing result of his skilled tongue as you smile “James” You sigh releasing him as you sink to the floor with a shiver so happy to have said it.

In the dizzying afterglow — your arm draped over your eyes, your breath shallow, your legs completely useless— you keep your eyes closed until their sloppy kiss breaks the silence.

“And now, you taste like her” Helmut says with a soft laugh against him, followed by the distinct sound Bucky makes when anyone touches him, especially on the underside of his shaft where he’s so sensitive it’s almost cruel— you really do love that sound.

From under lazy half open eyelids, you watch the smooth motion of Zemo’s hand stroking Bucky a few times. His smiling approval has a warm humming tone as the solider grows harder in his hand, and then Zemo kisses Bucky’s cheek, gets up and leaves him throbbing.

You just close your eyes again, still feeling so high.

Helmuts return rouses you and when you manage to open your eyes it’s just in time to see the blindfold come down covering Buckys’.

He goes stiff, alerted and resistant for a moment, but Helmut is there whispering to him in Sokovian to calm him like one would a prize stallion. He takes a knee behind Bucky and gently slides the elastic band further down around the back of his head.

With a look of lust and wonder at the man he gets to have, Helmut smiles and smooths his hands down both of Bucky’s shoulders, kissing the metal one as he slips his hand through the space between his arm and waist to lay it flat against Bucky’s stomach pulling him close.

“Can you feel how hard you make me?” His deep voice sounds needy in Bucky’s ear.

You sit up a bit, somewhat recovered from your climax and watch the way Bucky’s pretty mouth opens, how he doesn’t know what to say, how his powerful form looks both stronger in his bondage and yet so ready to submit.

“Answer me.”

“Yes Baron.” He says, barely audible.

“Are you afraid of this? Of me?”

“No…”

“Good” His eyes peer down at you in the dark “Come” He motions with his free hand, two fingers like he does inside of you, “Take him to the bed.”

You stand slowly, accepting Bucky’s leash, raising it high as it can only be done from the back and pull him up. For a moment you feel every ounce of control and power that Zemo must, then you take his hand and lead the man along.

“We’re at the bed” You say and lay his hand down letting him feel it. Bucky’s not so timid as you might be without your sight and you’ve been in his position many times before, but you can feel him being careful as he follows you onto the cool bedding.

“On your back” Zemo tells you not far behind.

You crawl up to the pillows and turn over.

“Legs open, he’ll find you.” Zemo says with confidence in Bucky.

“Go to her James.” He says, his eyes flitting from you to Bucky’s profile and along the length of his beautiful form.

For a second you don’t think he will, but he does in fact make his way to you and quite easily. Super heroes— you grin and roll your eyes. Bucky finds your foot and you flinch, giggling from the tickle. He smiles too and gently grabs your ankle, smoothing his hand up to your knee, his fingers reaching and then closing over the curve as he waits to be told what to do with his head tilted ever so slightly as he listens for Zemo’s voice.

Watching from the edge of the bed, Zemo looks distant and detached in a way that sends a chill down your back but you don’t mind, there’s something thrilling in the voyeuristic nature of it. “You may break rule three.” He finally says.

With a soft gasp of surprise you stare at Helmut a little shocked to hear him say it. Bucky however does not need to be told twice.

He parts your knees and you suck in your bottom lip watching the White Wolf hover over you.

His silhouette is stunning. Just long curving lines of tense muscle and power and that vibranium shining black and gold, reflecting the moonlight from the large windows.

Both his hands move up to your thighs before you can stop him and you hiss from the pain— a reminder of Helmuts earlier punishment. Bucky loosens his grip instantly choosing instead to slide his metal arm under your hips, pulling you down flat onto the bed. You look down between your bodies and see him so hard and so ready that he’s making you eager for it in spite of already feeling spent. He however could go all night.

Bucky lifts your ass while lowering his own to blindly find and spear you without hesitation.

You gasp like the air has been knocked from your lungs. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his shoulder and neck and his open mouth finds yours as he starts to thrust, punching his hips forward. Your loud, awful cries are muffled by his deep kiss. He’s been craving you since the last time and it shows.

“She feels so good after she comes.” Helmut says now on the bed with you. “Theres nothing quite like it” He’s close, you hear him just over Bucky’s shoulder but your eyes stay shut.

“Yes” Bucky exhales in your ear holding you so tight. “She feels incredible” He moans.

“So do you.” Helmut says, and you let your eyes open to find him beside you. He’s watching with the hard look of a man who loves as much as he wants to destroy. It makes you smile before you look away just as Bucky jerks his hips forward drawing a loud cry from you. “Don’t stop James. Whatever you feel, don’t stop,” Helmut says, his voice fading.

You slide your head over a little and see him behind Bucky running his hand down the man’s back. He then reaches back and you hear the snap of a bottle but you can’t see so you close your eyes to listen.

“Don’t stop.” Helmut mumbles again.

Bucky disobeys almost instantly. The leash is pulled. The smack to his ass is loud. He starts again and you smile, loving the feel of his ordered thrusting, though it is hesitant. He lets go of you and reaches up, running his fingers over the black satin that blinds him like he might take it off but thinks better of it and keeps fucking you instead.

“You’ve had this before.” Helmut says assuring him that it’s nothing new.

Bucky groans a little slowly grinding against you though he turns his head to the side. “You’ll make me come.” He says, his jaw clenched, voice deep and harsh in warning as he licks his lips, pressing them tight with a tense moan.

“Not yet.”

You stroke his hair where it’s very short at the nape of his neck and nip at his ear, “Don’t come” You say softly and he turns back to you, the tension easing in his shoulders a little as he fucks you just a bit faster.

“Slowly.” Helmut tells him and Bucky moves his hand in close to touch your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. You kiss it and lay your own hand over his, letting him feel your smile as you moan from the way he moves. “Like before, yes?” Helmut says.

“Mmhm” He agrees.

”Just like before so that you will know what to expect, even when it’s not the same” Helmut says softly and you open your eyes. Bucky turns his head left to right, curious, excited and nervous. He opens his mouth and you stare at it, hypnotized by the way he expresses every second of what he feels. He bites down on his lip but lets go just as quickly with a gasp, a moan, a sharp hiss and you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

That, must have been two fingers.

He takes it though, and turns back to you slowly, cautiously starting to draw back and push forward again enjoying the stimulation that will make what comes next easier.

“Are you okay?” You whisper through your own shallow breathing as you kiss along his collar bone and run your fingers down his arms.

“Yes” He damn near growls and kisses you hard.

Lost in the feel of his perfect lips and thick cock, just as he starts to find the perfect rhythm, you’re taken by surprise when you feel Bucky groan deeply. He pulls away, turning his head again and even through the blindfold you can see his deep frown.

With one hand firm on Bucky’s side, his fingers pressing deep into his ribs, the Baron’s words melt into Sokovian and his eyes close. You aren’t sure at first, not until you see his right hand on Bucky’s back pushing down just a little and Bucky’s thrust stop completely— not because he’s been told to. Then you know.

The sound, god that soft, unmistakable sound of being taken fills the room and for once it’s not coming from you.

You hold your own breath and reach up cradling his face. You want to look into his eyes but the blindfold was put there by the man you both obey and you think you understand why. It has him so keyed into every touch, it’s heightened even the lightest sensation, that you wonder if it’s fair, it must be so intense, but it’s already happening. And you realize that as good as Bucky still feels inside of you the fact that Helmut is almost inside of him nearly pushes you over the edge.

With his hands tight on Bucky’s waist, you listen to Helmut moan deeply as he pushes past the resistance to smoothly but very slowly, inch by inch, fill him.

Bucky is loud in your ear, louder than you thought he would be and you smile holding him tight until he sighs sounding somehow both relieved and overwhelmed.

“It’s done.” Helmut says between tight breaths leaning over him, “Are you all right?”

Bucky nods against you.

With his cock finally sheathed and the two people he loves beneath him, you get a taste of what the future holds as the Baron starts to, in a sense, fuck you both.

Helmut pulls back. You can tell because Bucky shakes his head in protest, just a little. He pushes up between you like he might want to stop but you stroke his face and bring him back down showering him with kisses until your tongues are playfully rolling along and he seems to be reminded of how good it feels to be buried in your tight walls with you flexing and pulsing around him, so that when Helmut thrust back into him again you both moan together.

He pulls from your lips mouthing “Oh… fuck” with a stuttered breath and if he’d said it, it would have been a shout.

It’s enough to make you moan again beneath them and for a second you close your eyes just letting it happen to you instead of being a part of it until his tone changes and you think maybe its to much…

Helmut pulls the leash and brings Bucky up somewhere halfway between the two of you. “Are you all right?” He asks again reaching to turn Bucky’s face to profile, letting his lips brush his ear. Bucky flashes a breathy smile and nods reaching back, his cold fingers spreading across the top of Helmuts thigh. “Yes.” He manages.

Helmut smiles then, thrusting slowly up and in, laying his head on Bucky’s shoulder to make them moan together and the resulting slow return of Bucky's cock into you makes you join them.

Helmut lays a slow line of kisses across his neck, towards his shoulder, one hand curved over the black and gold, the other snaked around his waist and against his solid stomach as he controls himself, fucking him just a little faster now.

Bucky is as noisy as you are. He hisses when Helmut draws back, his fingers gripping harder on the top of the Baron’s thigh. Zemo unwraps the leash from around his hand and pushes Bucky back down wanting to see you both again.

You moan at the feel of him deeper inside of you, but look beyond Bucky to Helmut; he’s so beautiful with his brow furrowed as he fucks. He looks down at you, legs spread, pussy filled with another man’s cock. He loves it and reaches for you and you for him, your fingers finding one another to interlace. He looks deep into your eyes, his gaze fixed and he refuses to break the link between you even as he bluntly thrust into Bucky until any notion of his “first time” is completely destroyed. Bucky so perfectly becomes this submissive, moaning mess between you.

“Please,” He gasps, your fingers tracing his collar as he raises up “Please, I can’t hold back.”

Helmut just leans over him sighing against his back, holding him tight.

“It’s too much” Bucky says and you try not to moan but the weight of Helmut pushes Him into you and he feels so good.

“Do you want me to come?” Helmut asks sitting up.

“Yes” Bucky answers.”

“And would you like to come?”

“Yes. Please!” He pleads.

Helmut smiles at you, quickly taking your hand to kiss your fingers before letting go and grabbing Bucky’s waist to hold him down. He draws back and snaps his hips forward making the man truly cry out for the first time and you wrap your arms around his neck feeling yourself pulse. You try to hold back too.

Helmut moans deeply enough to get your attention but when you open your eyes and see the look on his face, you know it’s not over yet.

“Beg.” He demands

“Please.” Bucky says in your arms.

“Louder.”

“Please may I come.”

Helmut leans down, his cock drawing back and out, Bucky’s head raising as he does his mouth open looking anxious.

“Louder.” He shoves forward again driving into him which pushes him deeper into you and you press your forehead into his his chest as Bucky nearly cries into the pillow.

“Please Baron.” He actually begs. “Please, I can’t take it… I can’t take more.” And you can hear it in his voice, he’s not talking about the denial.

“Yes.” Zemo exhales in his ear. “Yes come.”

Bucky pushes up showing just a fraction of his strength, and you truly don’t know who is fucking who harder.

Someone has taken hold of your ankles, some else is pushing down on your knees. Bucky’s body flexes and he thrust deep, pushed further by Zemo. He moans through a clenched jaw going stiff before the pulse and warm rush which sends you over the edge with your own climax and you gasp as you cling to him wondering if you’ll always come together now.

The familiar sound of Helmut sighing loudly and breathing hard tells you that he’s only a second behind the two of you. You wish you could touch him…

Bucky is very still as it happens. You watch him openly accept Helmut’s warm ropes of come. You watch him feel exactly what you do right now, what you have countless times— that explosive finalization of being claimed by the man who dominates you so perfectly.

And when the heavy breathing slows, when everyone calms a bit, when you all start to ease back and away— it’s over.

“Bucky” You whisper.

He turns his head towards your voice and knows the tone. Its how you say his name when you’re worried. He smiles a little and leans down to kiss you lightly. Good. He’s not broken.

But maybe you are…

You can’t move, you don’t even want to try, you just wait until the layers of bodies fall away and the cool bedroom air hits your skin and slowly, scared to know what shape your lower half is in, you close your legs, feeling the deep ache in your hips. Your body is spent.

Time passes slowly before you move again and when you do, you prop yourself up onto your elbow somewhat surprised to find Helmut beside you and not Bucky. He’s on the other side lying on his stomach.

The blindfold is on the pillow and his eyes are open. His unfocused gaze seems a little shaken but at least he’s smiling.

“Did we hurt you?” He asks blinking and glancing up when he notices you staring.

Still the damn hero. After all that. “No Bucky.” You smile and roll your eyes laying back down, curling up beside the Baron who rubs your thigh. “You didn’t hurt me.”

You sigh deeply and let your mind go blank closing your eyes again, welcoming the calming silence.

“James” You hear from the edge of the bed.

You must have fallen asleep.

You think Bucky might have too, but you can’t tell. He looks down and Helmut motions for him.

He’s moving slow, rubbing his eyes, groaning as he twists onto his back, but Bucky does finally go and sit beside him.

Helmut motions for him to lower his head which he does and gently he unclips the leash and takes the collar from around his neck, pulling it free.

Bucky raises his head looking into those soft brown eyes for a while, the unspoken affection enough for a moment until he slowly folds into the Baron’s arms.

You turn onto your back wincing from all of your aches listening to their softly spoken words some of which are so low that you can’t make out exactly what they’re saying and that’s okay— but what you can hear is everything it should be.

“Not always.” Zemo is saying in answer to a question you missed. His arm is still around Bucky’s shoulders. “Whatever you want is what I’ll give you. You know my nature and I know yours but, never forget my many sides James.” He teases calling back to the earlier conversation.

Bucky sits up “I haven’t. And like I said. I want— well all of it— everything. You. Her.” He looks back over his shoulder and you smile at one another as he reaches back and strokes his hand down the curving arch of your foot.

Bucky looks back at Helmut and sighs. “I thought I knew how it would be… I had no idea.” He says still processing everything thats just happened.

Helmut looks at him and your heart aches with love as you’re sure his does. Bucky is the oldest person in the room with so much to learn. “It’s late, and if we keep on I’ll start getting emotional, I think Whitney Houston has a song about it and she’ll start fucking, dancing again” He tosses a nod in your direction like he just doesn’t know what to do with you.

You laugh from the pillows “Hey!”

“Go on,” Zemo says smiling “Get cleaned up and I’ll send her in after you.”

Bucky nods happily accepting a firm but quick kiss. “Yes Baron” He says with a hint of sarcasm. The submission is fading to the confines of the collar for now and Helmut watches him get up and walk away, with only the slightest change in his gait.

When he says your name you take Bucky’s place and bend your head letting Helmut remove your collar next. He unbuckles it and slides it off, dropping it to the bed; rubbing your neck, kissing where the buckle was. “Now lie back, let me see the rest” He says softly.

You don’t know what he means, but you do anyway.

Helmut bends over you and kisses the now dull, nearly forgotten marks left behind from the leash, but you still flinch. “I don’t mind when you dance, not in the least.” He confesses against your skin and you shut your eyes smiling. Oh. “You dance as much as you want to” He kisses the other leg tracing the fading lines towards your inner thigh. “When you want to and how you want to. So long as you know I’ll probably always find a reason to punish you” He says squeezing your hip, making you laugh. He pulls himself up coming closer and lets his chin rest on your stomach for a second. Helmut looks up at you and sighs rubbing your stomach with his hand flat. “You know that I love you? You— feel it?”

Your heart flutters with an unexpected rush of so many things. You know why he’s asking. A lot of this has been about Bucky, so now Zemo is checking in, making sure you still feel seen —Your dear, wonderful Baron.

You stroke his hair back lost in the clear brown gaze. “I need you to know, to always know.” He sits up sliding close along the edge of the bed so that he can look down at your face as a stream of Sokovian words tumble from his lips, his deep voice laying over your naked body like a blanket. “It’s clear this relationship involves three people and I may share my heart with him, but my love for you is no less. If anything I’m thankful to have a woman like you,” He pauses to lay his hand to your face, the heat of his palm against your cheek feels calming. “Someone capable of bringing the three of us together, no one else could have made this happen, just you.”

“Me?” You ask looking up at him leaning against his touch just a little more.

He nods “Yes, of course. Don’t be modest.” Helmut says stroking your cheek. “I may have loved him first, but you reminded me that it was safe to feel that way in the first place after everything… and to say the words out loud” You can see him thinking back, probably to the night you first declared your true feelings for him as only you would, and it makes him laugh softly. “I loved him first, but you were and are the one I need, so that I may love without fear.”

You feel that sunlight on your face, that warmth that only comes when Baron Zemo looks at you. Sometimes you feel like you will burn too bright from the heat of it; like a struck match. Sometimes you fear you will burn to ash…

You shut your eyes. Anything to break the spell.

He says your name softly and you open them a little embarrassed to find tears blurring your vision. Helmut wipes the stream that falls before you can stop them from falling down the side of your face with the back of his hand and bends to kiss you gently.

He pulls you up to sitting keeping you close.

“Thank you.” You say in his arms. He nods as he looks you over, like he’s looking to make sure you have no physical injuries he needs to care for and brushes a lash from your cheek before smoothing another tear with his thumb.

“No more tears. Go and get cleaned up, yes? You look tired, I was hard on you again."

You laugh hanging your head. “Both of us.”

He joins the laughter rubbing your back inhaling deeply through his teeth, the memories of tonight so good they hurt. “You don’t know; you have know no idea what it’s like to see the two of you…” You lean to the side to see his face clearly, “When you’re both beneath me, and you look small enough to break and he looks like a god” He smiles, a warm laugh mixed with a breath “And you’re both mine.” His smile fades into a look more serious. “And I am yours.”

You’re hopelessly in love with this man and lean in kissing him until you both feel the possibility of it becoming more which really should not physically happen, so you pull away.

“Go on.” He says tapping your leg. “Go and get clean and then come to bed.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll use the smaller bathroom across the hall”

”Okay, I’ll make sure Bucky’s okay too” You add and he smiles but looks up towards the door like he’s suddenly very worried “I’m sure he’s fine.”

You get up but stop and turn back to find him just sitting there looking off, lost in his thoughts. “Helmut?”

“Yes?” He looks at you, the shadows along his face making the sharp angles so pretty.

“Did you think you’d end up loving us both?” You ask and you can see that your question has surprised him.

He looks past you to the bathroom door again listening to the running water of the shower, then back at you for some time before finally answering. “I didn’t think I would give myself the chance.” He says and flashes a smile, the truth surprising even him. “Luckily I don’t always listen to the voices in my head.”

Authors Notes: I'm busy working on the final parts of this story as I've been learning how to work Tumblr thanks to the ever patient, ever wonderful, ever amazing @natbarnes1917 who is basically the best human alive and you should all go and read all of her stuff because it will make your day infinitely better. Thanks for your support and help bestie! and for encouraging me to never delete a single smut scene because why have one bj when you can have two!

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