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Zemo spends a week in the hospital recuperating from his wounds and exhaustion.  Luckily, bar the bullet wound, his other injuries were superficial, it’s just the mental trauma that seems unknown. Bucky and Sam continue with the rest of the Hydra case without him but not before Bucky has a quick visit to doctor Raynor to make sure he’s still his normal level of crazy and not any worse. 

Sam doesn’t ask who raped Zemo, Bucky hopes he assumes it was a guard and Bucky broke down because he was made to watch but he knows Sam is aware of the soldiers other uses. He’s made more aware of Sam’s suspicions that it was him when Zemo is returned to their custody after his week of recuperation and Sam won’t leave them alone together.  Zemo spends most of his time in his room resting and going over the dreaded paperwork, Sam taking him food for the first few days before Zemo decides to spend more time in the common area, working on wrapping up the case.  Sam insists he doesn’t have to work, that they’re not gonna send him back to the Raft until the mission is over whether he helps or not, but Zemo wants to work.

He speaks to Bucky when it involves the case or if Bucky asks him if he wants tea, or lunch, but otherwise their conversations are nonexistent.  Zemo hasn’t smiled at all since he’s been back and even flinches when he hasn’t heard Bucky behind him, it was when he dropped a teacup that Bucky started wearing shoes in the safe house.  Bucky has cried himself to sleep every night since they were rescued, unable to shake the images of himself abusing the other other man from his mind, the look of Zemo bleeding and broken on the floor beneath him burned into the back of his eyelids meaning he fears going to sleep at night.  He hadn’t thought he’d ever have to do that again, not now he had free will and seeing how damaged Zemo is everyday haunts him even more than any of his victims under his hand as the Winter Soldier did.  He’s been to therapy, come to terms with the fact that it wasn’t really him, he didn’t have a choice, but he’d had a choice this time, hadn’t he?

A few weeks later Zemo’s cuts and bruises are fully healed, he looks back to normal apart from his solemn demeanour, it’s how Bucky remembers him being when he was hell bent on revenge for his family but without the passion to succeed, hollow. 

Zemo has been spending more time in Bucky’s vicinity, sitting with him, sharing tea and eating together but still doesn’t talk much.  Sam has deemed it safe enough to leave them alone together and has taken to letting them sit in the kitchen when he wants to go to bed first, but Zemo still doesn’t talk.  It isn’t until Sam has to go out to do some recon with redwing that he leaves Bucky and Zemo alone in the apartment, knowing he’ll be gone a few hours he’s clearly hesitant but Zemo smiles at him and Sam’s shoulders relax knowing that he needn’t be worried. Bucky is trust worthy and Zemo seems to not blame him for what happened.  Sam leaves with the insistence that they call if they need anything.

“James, please don’t blame yourself for doing what was necessary to keep us alive.” Zemo finally says after a few minutes of silence. “I won’t try to comfort you by saying I’m fine, I’m clearly not, what I went through will take me some time to recover from but I do not think it was you that inflicted any of it on me, it was Hydra, not you James.” 

Bucky feels a lump form in his throat, the stinging of tears behind his eyes but refuses to let them spill in front of the other man. 

“I’m sorry.” He breathes out.  “I’m so sorry.  I’ll never be able to make amends to you for what I did.” He whispers, taking in a shaky breathe. 

“You did what was necessary,” Zemo repeats, “what I asked of you. You do not need to make amends to me, James.”

Bucky chokes back a sob, “but what I did-” Zemo cuts him off.

“I much rather it had been you than those other men, and I’m sorry that it causes you pain.” Zemo says his jaw clenched.

“You don’t need to apologise to me. You were the one that was tortured.” Bucky says tears silently falling down his cheeks but he doesn’t raise his hands to wipe them away, he barely registers them falling off his chin.

“You were tortured too James, I know you didn’t want to do those things, but you were forced to, mental torture is just as painful as physical. If not longer lasting, as I am sure you are already well accustomed to.” Zemo replies and Bucky knows the physical torture has faded from Zemo’s body now but the psychological torture still has its claws firmly in him. 

“I trusted you with my life James,” Zemo says and Bucky’s heart drops into his stomach at the thought that he’d broken that trust, “and I still trust you with my life, you have done nothing that would change my mind on that.”

Zemo brings up a hand to brush away Bucky’s tears with his knuckles and the soldiers sniffs. 

“I’m sorry,” Bucky says again roughly wiping at his own cheeks with the back of his hand, “I should be the one comforting you not the other way around.” But Zemo shakes his head.

“Your eyes really are beautiful James, even when you’re sad.” Zemo says, his voice low as his hand gently cups Bucky’s jaw, the soldier closes his eyes at the compliment, shudders out a breath.  He didn’t think the Baron would ever compliment him again. Didn’t think he’d ever want to look at him, touch him again, but here he is doing all three when just less than a month ago he was broken and bleeding at Bucky’s feet. 

Zemo removes his hand and gets to his feet, “lets finish this mission.”  

But Bucky doesn’t want to finish the mission, he knows when they do Zemo will go back to the Raft and he doesn’t know if he will ever want to come back out again.  Not to work missions, not with Bucky.

Things go more back to normal after their conversation, Sam relaxes, Zemo smiles again, not always reaching his eyes but his personality is bubbling up to the surface more and Bucky has had less sleepless nights.  And by the time they wrap up the mission, Zemo was the normal, flirty, menace of man he was before, apart from when he was alone with Bucky, then he went quiet, as if he was scared to say the wrong thing in case Bucky would get upset, and Bucky was the same, treading on eggshells to not remind Zemo of his torture.  It hadn’t taken too long to finish the mission as they’d already found the base where Bucky and Zemo had been kept they just had to trace it back to the woman in charge and she was being taken for questioning to find out if there was any other Hydra factions linked to hers and the case was finally out of their hands. 

Zemo was being taken back to the Raft and Bucky resigned himself to the fact this would probably be the last time he’d see the man. Sam asked Zemo for a hug before giving him one where as before he’d usually pull the other man in for a bear hug, clapping him firmly on the back before slapping his backside as he was carted off onto the chopper to take him to the Raft.  This time Sam held him carefully, squeezed his shoulder and told him to request a phone call if he needed anything. 

Zemo opens his arms to Bucky, their hugs were usually brief, the soldier not really being one for shows of affection. This time Zemo holds him tightly and Bucky swallows around the lump in his throat.

“Don’t be a stranger.” Bucky says, trying to sound casual but the crack in his voice says otherwise.

“Never.” Zemo says out loud but then whispers into his ear, quiet enough that Sam won’t hear but just enough for Bucky’s super hearing to pick it up.  “Never forget that I trust you completely, James.” 

Bucky sighs into the hug, squeezing tighter until he feels the other man pull away, he nods at them both before boarding the helicopter.  He’d earned not being escorted by armed guards and being cuffed a few missions ago, he always willingly went back to prison, with the hope that it’ll only be a few months and he’d be back out on a mission. This time felt different and Bucky knew he wouldn’t willingly be coming back. 

As expected Zemo turned down the 7th mission a month later.  He was having court ordered therapy and was deemed unfit to be back in the field after such an ordeal.  He hadn’t gone into detail but the therapist had his medical notes and wouldn’t advise he be back on a mission until he was ready to talk about his torture.  So he declined the mission.  

Bucky was expecting it, but the rejection still punches him in the gut, he had a sinking feeling that Zemo wasn’t discussing his torture because he didn’t want trouble to come to Bucky, as no one had mentioned his involvement in the torture only given him extra therapy sessions to deal with his own account of being kidnapped.  He and Sam make their way to the ass end of Arkansas to take down another Hydra faction that popped up and was recruiting far right teenagers to groom into soldiers.  It wasn’t a difficult mission but Bucky misses the camaraderie the three of them had had, he knew it wouldn’t have been the same but had hoped with time it could have been. He was surprised to learn that Zemo had still left them access to his money for the missions, they didn’t use it though.

The next mission is a similar one, another state in redneck America, another cult like Hydra organisation trying to pick up where the others had left off. And again their request for Zemo’s help is declined. 

Bucky is becoming more and more closed off on the missions, back to his old stoic self, go in get the job done with a scowl and get back out, and Sam is obviously finding it increasingly difficult.  He tries to lighten up, tries to be his old self and relax in Sam’s company and enjoy their down time on the mission, partake in a celebratory drink when the next mission is successfully over.

“I think you should go see how Zemo’s doing.” Sam says to Bucky as he takes a pull on his beer. 

“What?” Bucky asks, picking at the label on his own bottle.

“Check in on Zemo, it’s been 8 months. We’ve had three mission without him now, I wanna know how he’s doing and I know you do to.” 

“Why don’t you go then?” Bucky says not making eye contact. 

“You know it’s gotta be you Buck.” Sam says gently and Bucky does know.

Zemo doesn’t decline Bucky’s request for a visitation. So a few days later Bucky is sat in a small room, not an interrogation room, they are allowed to talk freely, Zemo has earned the right to privacy with his previous work with them. He’s waiting for Zemo to be let in and his leg bounces as he waits impatiently. 

When the other man arrives he looks as Bucky remembers him, hair a little longer, beard just a little thicker, but healthy and seemingly happy.

“James, how kind of you to visit.” He says as he takes a seat across from Bucky and the soldier is a little taken aback.  He thought Zemo would still be cautious around him, perhaps the therapy was working, perhaps he was just masking, and Bucky still felt the need to be cautious around Zemo however. 

“I… uh… we, Sam and I missed you on our last couple’a missions.” Bucky said as casually as possible despite the initial stutter. 

“Ah yes, I thought I’d take a break from work, I’m sure you understand.” Zemo said still as cheerful as if they were talking about taking time off for leisure, not staying in prison because the alternative had been torture. 

“A break from work?” Bucky says without meaning too, wanting to clarify Zemo was spending time away from the field and not specifically avoiding Bucky. 

But Zemo just smiles at him for a moment, before it inevitably drops and Bucky’s heart drops with it.

“James,” he sighs, “I did not want to exacerbate your troubles by being on missions with you, especially not ones that were reminiscent of the one where we found ourselves compromised.” 

“You don’t need to worry about me, it’s you-” Zemo cuts him off as he did before when Bucky began down this train of thought.

“I am working through my issues, it was not my first time being tortured, and I know you have experienced it yourself, probably many times over the span of being the Winter Soldier.  This may have been different for both of us, I have never had a colleague… a friend, used against me,” Bucky sniffs and clears his throat, uncomfortable at the acknowledgment of what happened and at Zemo’s use of the word friend, “and I know you have been used to torture many people but not when you had free will and perhaps not someone you consider…”

“A friend.” Bucky finishes for him, making sheepish eye contact, but Zemo gives him a small smile.

“James, I cannot get past what happened if you cannot accept your role in it was forced upon you and you had no choice.  I asked of it from you even, I knew what I was having to agree to when I told you to pretend to be the soldier, and I’m sorry I put that on you, I’m sorry I preferred to have you inflict those things on me than any of the other men in that room.  They would have been much more brutal and I would have their faces seared into my brain rather than yours.” 

“I don’t want you to think of me like that.” Bucky says quietly, his eyes searching Zemo’s face begging for forgiveness that he doesn’t need to be given. 

“I don’t.” Zemo says firmly. “Even though what happened was… torture, it being at your hand…” Zemo searches for the right words and realises there really aren’t any, “… I felt safer, having you do those things to me than the other men in the room, I knew you would try to hurt me as little as possible, where as they would be ruthless, I’m sorry that I had to put you through that, but I would do it again given the choice.”

“No don’t apologise… you’re right… it would have been worse to watch at least I could… control the situation in our favour even if it was just a little.” Bucky replies, letting Zemo’s words sink in.

“Thank you, for making me feel safe, James.” Zemo says making sure Bucky knows he holds no grudges.  Bucky remembers cradling Zemo’s head in his hands with the Barons mouth wrapped around him, cock nestled firmly down his throat keeping him gagged and uncomfortable, but also remembers Zemo’s steady breathing, the grounding grasp of his fingers against his knee and realised Zemo was telling the truth, he had trusted him completely, still does.

“Will you join us in the next mission?” Bucky asks almost breathlessly. 

“If you promise to stop looking at me like that.” Zemo says and Bucky softens his features but his eyes still hold onto the memories, reflecting them back at Zemo. “I don’t want to be observed by you as if I am broken… I cannot stand to see your eyes so sad.”

“They wont be sad anymore if you come back and join us in the next mission.” Bucky says with all the confidence he can muster and is relieved when his voice doesn’t waver.

Zemo huffs out a laugh and Bucky is reminded of the time he did that during the torture, he had laughed at something the guard had said, it was the only time he’d ever acknowledged the other man had spoken.  He doesn’t want to make Zemo relive what happened to him but knows if he doesn’t ask now the opportunity will pass and he doubts he’d be able to bring it up again.

“Why did you laugh…it was the only time you acknowledged the guard was ever speaking to you, you laughed why?” Bucky asks gently.

Zemo laughs again, slightly louder this time and Bucky is taken aback by the way he is still smiling slightly rather than sad, or angry or distressed.  Perhaps he is moving on as best he can, healing despite what was done to him, to spite what was done to him. 

“Do you remember what it was the guard said to me… before I laughed?” Zemo answers Bucky with a question of his own.

Bucky does remember but he doesn’t want to say it out loud, it burns like acid in his mouth, he can taste bile on the back of his tongue, and he shakes his head no, even though Zemo narrows his eyes at him and knows the answer is yes.

“Ask me again when you remember.” He says, pausing to see if Bucky will say it, when he doesn’t he gets up from the table, smiling broadly and finishes with; “I’ll see you on the next mission James, thank you for visiting.”

As he said he would, Zemo joins them on the next mission, and it couldn’t have come quick enough for Bucky, it’s really only been another 3 weeks but feels like months. Luckily it’s not another Hydra cult in Bible Belt America, but to intercept alien tech being sold on the black market out of Bahrain.

The safe house is their standard just brushing bare minimum, there’s only two bedrooms and Bucky’s sleeping on the couch, the AC doesn’t work and it’s hot even with the balcony doors wide open.  They’ve been here for 3 days already trying to pinpoint the location of the weapons before they can be sold and shipped off.  There’s agents back in the states blocking online sales by outbidding higher than anyone else right now but the most dangerous tech is being negotiated face to face, so they need to find the sellers before the weapons end up in the wrong hands. 

Zemo has been entirely normal during this mission, back to his old self joking and flirting, making Bucky feel uncomfortable but in the good way that makes his cheeks feel warm and his stomach flip.  It’s back to how they had been before, apart from when he and Bucky are left alone for a few moments and Zemo looks at the soldier as if searching his eyes to find what it is that Bucky sees when he looks at him.  How he perceives him now after everything, and he always seems disappointed in what he finds.

Bucky is roused from his state of half asleep half awake when Zemo shuffles quietly past the couch to get to the kitchen.  Bucky can tell he’s making enough noise to let Bucky know he’s not a threat but quiet enough as to not disturb him.  Bucky watches him from the couch, not sure if Zemo’s knows if he’s awake or not.  The Baron is wearing a soft white T-shirt and navy blue boxer shorts, the shirt clinging to his back with sweat, he gently opens the fridge door and pulls out a chilled bottle of water, he turns and stops when he sees that Bucky is awake.

Bucky’s lying on the sofa one arm slung above his head, bare chest and metal arm on full display a thin sheet covering some of his legs where he’d mostly kicked it off, feet propped up on the arm rest, just observing Zemo.  The room is illuminated by a street lamp outside shining through the thin voile curtains covering the open doors of the balcony, Bucky is lit in the soft orange glow where as Zemo is more hidden in the shadows of the kitchen.  Bucky hears the crinkle of the plastic water bottle in Zemo’s hand as his grip tightens around it slightly.  

He sits up, pulling the sheet further over his lap to cover himself, worried that Zemo is troubled by his exposed skin.  But Zemo slowly makes his way closer, as he steps into the dim light Bucky can see his slightly sweaty hair sticking to his forehead and curling at the edges, the closer he gets the more Bucky sees, his damp T-shirt sticking to his pecs, his fingers gripping the water bottle a little too harshly, his darkened eyes staring down at him.

Bucky swallows and wonders if Zemo is finally angry with him, he sits and waits for the other man to berate him, tell him how awful he was to him, how he didn’t feel safe, doesn't trust him, and never will again. But the words out of Zemo’s mouth aren’t what he expects.

“Did you remember, what it was that the guard said to me?” Zemo says and he’s not angry, but Bucky can’t read what emotions are playing across his features.

When Bucky doesn’t reply Zemo continues.

“What it was that prompted me to laugh?” He says calmly.  Bucky is silent for a moment.

“Yes.” Bucky finally whispers. 

“Say it.” Zemo says just as calmly.

Bucky doesn’t.

“Say it.” Zemo says a little firmer but he’s still not angry.

“No.” Bucky chokes out quietly.

A breeze comes through the open doors, the curtains fluttering behind him and the wind cools the sweat trickling down his back, Bucky shivers. 

Zemo sighs, he takes the lid off of the water bottle and drops the cap to the floor, he lifts the bottle out in front of him, tilts it slightly.

“Kneel.” He says. And Bucky’s stomach drops, but he still slides off the couch and rests on his knees in front of Zemo, the sheet coming away from his lap so he’s just sat in his black boxers at the other man’s feet. 

Zemo holds the bottle above Bucky’s head and the soldier gets the hint, tilts his face up and opens his mouth.  He does as he did that day, swallows the first few mouthfuls, he watches as Zemo’s eyes follow a trickle of water over his chin and down his bare chest until it soaks into his boxer briefs. He holds the next dribble of water in his mouth, cheeks puffed up slightly to show he hasn’t swallowed yet, this seems to be the right thing to do as Zemo smirks slightly before dropping down to his knees in front of the soldier, leaving the bottle beside them.  He’s looking into Bucky’s eyes again and he hopes Zemo isn’t disappointed in what he finds this time, but he knows he must look confused. 

Both of Zemo’s knees are between Bucky’s parted ones as he shuffles as close as possible.  He softly grasps Bucky’s stubbled jaw and opens his own mouth, Bucky lifts up slightly to be able to let the water fall from his lips into Zemo’s and the Baron gulps down the water as if he was as dehydrated as when he was being tortured.  Some of the water spills over his lips and soaks the front of his shirt, dampening it further than his sweat already had, showing the tufts of his dark chest hear through the wet fabric.  When all the water has left Bucky’s mouth Zemo still doesn’t let go of his jaw.

“Thank you, James.” Zemo whispers his lips so close they almost touch as he speaks and Bucky lets out a shuddering breath.  Their eyes aren’t closed just slightly heavy lidded, looking at each other as best as possible with such close proximity.  

“What was it… that the guard said, James?” Zemo says quietly and Bucky can feel his hot breath against his moist lips.  Bucky swallows audibly, his throat clicking like it’s dry despite the water he just drank.

“I’ll make your s-soldat fu-fuck you.” He stutters out almost inaudibly.   

Zemo huffs out that little laugh again, smirking as if it was a joke, and not something awful that had happened. 

“Why did you laugh?” Bucky asks, slightly more confident, needing to know the answer. Zemo allows him to pull back slightly so they can look at each other more clearly.

“I already knew where it was going to lead, what would happen,” he says and his eyes look glassy for a second like he’s right back in that basement and Bucky wants to stop, wants to take back needing an answer, he can live with his stupid curiosity if it means Zemo will not have to relive that night in his mind. “And I laughed when he finally said it out loud, because I had wished I had tried a little harder to seduce you those previous months so that maybe our first time together wasn’t…” Zemo smiles dejectedly “but, I was too afraid that my advances would be rejected.” 

“Zemo…” Bucky says but doesn’t know what to say, he’s frozen. 

“And alas, even if there was the slightest chance of reciprocation, I fear that has now been taken away.” Zemo let’s go of Bucky’s jaw to allow him to move back but he doesn’t.

“No, I…” Bucky’s own hands which have lain prone in his lap this whole time come up to stop Zemo from getting up but he hesitates before he touches the other man. 

“James, you do not have to fear touching me, I will not break.” 

“I just need to know I have your consent.” Bucky says, “when I was the soldier I was never able to give my consent, was never able to ask for anyone else’s. I don’t want to be like that again.”

“You are nothing like that James.” Zemo says firmly. 

They’re silent for a few moments, still kneeling in front of to each other, Bucky’s hands come to rest on Zemo’s shoulders carefully and he feels the man relax beneath his touch, he lets out a breath of relief.  Zemo’s fingers curl around Bucky’s wrists, keeping him there, letting him know his touch is welcome. 

“You were trying to seduce me?” Bucky finally says quietly, the tiniest smirk on his lips but his eyes are questioning. 

“Do you think I talk to Samuel the same way I do to you?” Zemo replies.

“Well you tell us both we’re looking good when we’re sparring.” Bucky says with a slight shrug trying to think back to the times when Zemo had made his stomach do little flips with his words alone.

“That’s just a little motivation.” Zemo says with a slight smile, he looks into Bucky’s eyes again, slides a hand up his arm until he can rest it against the soldiers face, just the finger tips ghosting against his cheekbone, “do you think I tell Sam how beautiful his eyes are at every available opportunity?” 

Bucky swallows, “you flirt like I did back in the fourties’, people don’t talk like that now…” he says with a quiet laugh, “how was I supposed to know that was genuine and not just you trying to mess with my head?” Bucky says with the tiniest hint of a smile. 

“Forgive me if I’m rusty I haven’t had to flirt with someone in quite sometime… and I was afraid I’d scare you off we haven’t always been on good terms, as you said, I used to mess with your head.” Zemo gives him a sad smile of regret. 

Bucky doesn’t reply but leans into Zemo’s touch until his hand is cupping his cheek, thumb brushing softly against the skin just below his eye. 

“When we were enduring our torture your eyes changed, you looked at me differently and the horror behind them did not fade after our rescue. I can’t bare to have such beautiful eyes seeing me in that way. If I may I would like to change that, replace that image you have of me with something more positive?” It’s framed as a question, Bucky could say no. But he doesn’t.

“How?” Bucky asks.  Zemo reaches for the bottle of water.

“I’d like a do over… of our first time.” He lifts the bottle to Bucky’s lips as if asking a question, do you want it too? The soldier parts them automatically and Zemo fills his mouth with water. 

Bucky lifts up on his knees to hover above Zemo, he slides his hands up to cup the Barons neck, thumbs tilting his chin up and gently drips the water into his waiting mouth. Once Zemo has swallowed he tilts his chin further to brush his moist lips against Bucky’s, the soldier stutters in a breath. He hovers for a second, so close but lips not yet touching, he knows Zemo has told him he wants him, has given his consent and isn’t forcing himself on him, he wants James to want this too. It’s up to Bucky to make a choice, he has a choice. 

He closes the gap and firmly presses his lips against Zemo’s, the other man groans against him and Bucky’s stomach flips at how the noise sounds pleasurable, replacing the sounds he has on loop in his head of Zemo in pain. 

Zemo lifts up on his knees to be the same height returning Bucky’s kiss with fervour, his hands coming up to wrap around the other man’s back, clinging to his bare sweat damp flesh. 

Bucky pulls back for a second and rests his forehead against Zemo’s like he’s not a super soldier and can’t hold his breath for a good 5 minutes as he pants softly.

“Are you sure?” Bucky asks, softly stoking his thumbs over Zemo’s cheekbones, feeling the rasp of his trimmed beard against his flesh palm. 

“Are you?” Zemo questions back, “I know I said I want to replace the image of me in your mind, but I also need this for myself. I want to reclaim what was done to me, but I do not want you to feel obligated to do any of this for me.” 

“Zemo,” Bucky whispers cradling the other man’s head carefully but firmly in his hands, “I want whatever it is you need, I want to take back our first time together, and share with you a second and third… and fourth,” he laughs gently, “if that’s what you want.” And it wasn’t until this moment that Bucky realised that is what he wants. More than anything.

“Please.” Zemo says and brushes their lips together again until Bucky claims them in a searing kiss.  Bucky is gentle but firm, pouring his protection and passion into it.

Zemo moans quietly and opens his mouth allowing Bucky to lick inside, he wraps his arms tighter around the soldiers back and pulls them flush together, the fabric of Zemo’s T-shirt sticking between their sweat slick chests. 

Bucky feels Zemo tug him down to the floor but he stops the Baron from pulling him on top, he rolls over and takes Zemo with him, so Bucky is lying on his back and Zemo is on top instead.  He didn’t want to cage the other man in, make him feel trapped and vulnerable, whether the Baron realises this was what he was doing doesn’t register as the man doesn’t break the kiss at all. 

Zemo’s lips move to Bucky’s jaw, trailing hot kisses and tiny nips down the flesh and stubble, when he gets to the soft skin of the soldiers neck he bites it between his teeth and sucks.  Bucky muffles a moan behind closed lips and Zemo licks behind his ear breathing hotly against the moistened skin and Bucky shudders.  He’s gently stroking his fingers up and down Zemo’s arms, unsure of how much he can take from the other man while he lays back and allows him to pepper his neck with bruises that will unfortunately be gone in an hour. 

“Don’t treat me as though I’m fragile James, I’ll tell you if there’s something I don’t like.” Zemo says lifting up enough so Bucky can see the honesty on his face in the dim light of the room. “I trust you.” 

Bucky tightens his grip on Zemo’s arms, his bare chest rising and falling with the effort to control his breathing, and to control the overwhelming urge to ravage the man in his arms, but he doesn’t want to push too much too soon.  He looks into Zemo’s eyes and the other man must see something there in the low glow of the warm light reflected in his glistening eyes because he smiles down at him.  Then Zemo’s eyes change, they darken, pupils blown, filled with desire, and Bucky knows they must match his own.

“There you are.” Zemo says lowly, the gruff sound of his voice sending a jolt of electricity into the pit of Bucky’s stomach.

Pulling Zemo against his chest he wraps his arms around him, metal hand fisting into his hair and bringing their lips together again.  Zemo settles against him, sliding a thigh between Bucky’s parted legs causing a moan to bubble out of the soldiers throat.  Bucky’s other hand slides down to Zemo’s lower back pressing him closer, he can feel Zemo’s cock filling out against his hip and grinds up against him.  The Baron groans into his mouth and it sends another jolt of anticipation to Bucky’s stomach, so he does it again, more purposefully this time, sliding their clothed erections together and Zemo whines, his nails clawing at Bucky’s flesh and metal arms for purchase. 

Bucky uses the hand in Zemo’s hair to gently break the kiss and the Baron props himself up on his forearm. 

“I love the way you sound like this.” Bucky whispers licking his lips and looking up at the man above him. “I wish we could be louder, but I don’t think Sam would appreciate that.” He says with a lazy smirk. 

“Next time.” Zemo says as he leans in for another kiss, grinding down against Bucky and picking up a slow and steady rhythm causing the other man to gasp against him. 

“Nngh-uhh,” Bucky moans, “you keep going like that I’m definitely gonna wake him up.” A hand comes to rest on Zemo’s hips to still him while he calms himself, he hadn’t felt like this in a long time and every nerve ending in his body felt electrified at every touch.  He was very aware that it had been difficult for him to get hard when he was being forced upon Zemo, but now, with the sounds the other man is making, his beautiful, unmarred face staring down at him, no blood, no bruises, just eyes filled with lust and adoration, he thinks he could easily cum like this, boxers still on, pressed chest to chest and rutting like hormonal teens. 

Zemo smirks and grinds his hips down again, his cock dragging against Bucky’s through the thin material of their shorts, he captures the soldiers moan with his mouth, kissing him quiet.  Bucky tightens his hand on Zemo’s hip, using his super strength to stop him from being able to grind against him. 

“Zee… I-” he pants, feeling a little overwhelmed, he hadn’t had sex for pleasure since before he was the soldier.  He hadn’t been mentally stable enough for a long time after being wiped of the codewords and then hadn’t wanted to burden anyone with his baggage when he felt well enough to date.  And he hadn’t even entertained the thought of one night stands, not really wanting to have to explain why he wanted to fuck with a long sleeve shirt on and one glove. 

“So sensitive,” Zemo purrs, “I had worried you found me undesirable.”  Bucky could tell Zemo was hinting at how difficult it was for him to get off when they were being tortured.

“That was the situation… not you.” Bucky says, “I find you… very desirable.” He confirms quietly, his breathing slowing down now that he’s managed to stop Zemo from rolling his hips against him.

“Oh really?” Zemo purrs, “what a shame we didn’t realise our mutual attraction sooner.”

“I’m sorry.” Bucky says as he swallows down the lump in his throat, “if I-”

“No,” Zemo says cutting him off, “we can speculate how we should have done things all we like but it’s not going to change what happened.”

“I know.” Bucky replies, Zemo leans down and kisses the crease in between his brows where he’s wrinkling his forehead in worry, before swiping his thumb over it forcing the man beneath him to relax his features.

Zemo pushes off of him and stands up, Bucky quickly props himself up on his palms, looking up at the other man, eyes concerned and brow even more furrowed than before.

“Did I kill the mood?” He asks dejectedly.

“Not at all. I just think the length of the hallway and the extra door between us and Samuel will allow us to be a tiny bit louder.” Zemo replies and he tilts his head in the direction of his bedroom.

Bucky watches as Zemo leaves the room and heads down the hall, he drags a hand through his hair, exhaling a puff of air.  He follows after the other man, he has left the door open and Bucky quietly enters, closing the door softly behind him.  When the door clicks shut he sees Zemo’s shoulders tense before they immediately drop again and he turns around with a hungry look in his eyes.  But Bucky stops him as reaches out.

“You flinched.” He says, as he catches Zemo’s hands gently before they can grab for his hips to pull him close.  He keeps a distance between them, his grasp on the other man loose and easy to break free from. 

“Entirely involuntary.” Zemo says knowing that he wasn’t going to hide his reaction from Bucky, so brushes it off instead.

“No, you were scared.” Bucky’s drops his hands, suddenly feeling grotesque standing in the other man’s bedroom in just his boxers.  “Of me?” 

“No,” Zemo says firmly, “I just…” he sighs, turns to move further away, sits down on the edge of the bed. “I’m sure you understand, one doesn’t get over… being held captive so easily.” 

“Is it the door? It’s not locked, you can check it.” Bucky replies, keeping his distance.

“James, I trust you.” Zemo says simply as he holds out a hand to the other man. “Besides the balcony doors are open.”  He finishes, gesturing his other hand to the obvious billow of the thin curtains wafting in the wind through the open window.

“We’re on the sixth floor.” Bucky says, “gonna jump that to get away from me?” He tries to sound humorous but it comes out flat.  

“I have no intention of trying to get away from you.” He replies with a kind smile, stretching his hand out further for Bucky to take. 

“We don’t have to do this Zemo, not if you’re not ready.” He slides the fingers of his vibranium hand gently into Zemo’s waiting palm. 

The Baron strokes his thumb over Bucky’s metal knuckles, pulls him closer until their knees bump together. 

“Perhaps I’m not ready yet. But that doesn’t change the fact that I want to… and I would like to try.  If that’s what you want too?” 

“Of course. We can do whatever you want.  But slowly,” he replies stroking his flesh knuckles along Zemo’s stubbled jawline. “And please… stop if it’s too much.” 

“Of course.” Zemo grasps the back of Bucky’s thigh with his other hand and pulls him down to straddle his lap, knees either side of his hips digging into the plush comforter. 

“Zee,” Bucky says as he’s unbalanced and falls into the Barons lap with a huff, the other man taking him off guard, “I said slow.” 

Zemo smiles at him then, as if he’s thanking Bucky for his concern, like he thinks he doesn’t deserve it, hasn’t earned it. 

“Is this slow enough?” The Baron says as he gently drags his finger tips up from Bucky’s thigh, stroking them across the soldiers taut abs making his stomach flutters at the touch. 

Bucky doesn’t reply, just exhales a puff of air at the gentle caress of Zemo’s fingers as he explores the other man’s torso.  The Baron laces the fingers of his other hand with Bucky’s metal ones and his stomach flutters again at the show of affection, even though Zemo’s touches have moved up to his chest now and away from tickling his abs.

Zemo’s fingers work their way up Bucky’s neck, rasping across the stubble of his jaw to grasp his chin gently between his thumb and forefinger.  He tilts Bucky’s head closer and looks him in the eye before pressing their lips together again, a noise of contentment cracks at the back of Zemo’s throat and Bucky grasps the Barons shoulder with his free hand. 

Bucky’s knees tighten around Zemo’s hips before he can think to go slow, he stops himself before he subconsciously grinds down in the Barons lap.  But the man beneath him practically growls into his mouth as he encourages him, but Bucky hesitates, he stays still, parting his lips and letting Zemo take what he wants.  The Baron licks into his mouth with a hunger that makes Bucky gasp, he can momentarily feel Zemo smiling against his mouth, the hand on his chin now at the back of his neck holding him in place while Zemo kisses him breathless. 

He feels Zemo’s hand trail down his chest again, cupping his pec and squeezing and Bucky can’t help but roll his hips this time, stuttering out a breath at the feel of Zemo’s erection pressing against his thigh.  The Baron groans, clearly wants more, wants him to keep going rather than holding himself back for the fear that he’ll go too far, too fast.  

Zemo tugs on Bucky’s nipple and the soldier whines at the sudden sharp jolt of electricity straight to the pit of his stomach, he spreads his knees further, closing the gap between them so his own cock is pressed firmly against Zemo’s.  The Baron hums in satisfaction, tugs on his nipple again and Bucky breaks the kiss to whine out loud, rolling his hips down, fingers tightening in the other man’s t-shirt.  Zemo looks at him and smirks, he can feel his cheeks burning, and wonders what he must look like sat in the other man’s lap flushed pink and panting as he can’t stop from grinding his hips against him.

Precum is leaking through the thin fabric of his boxers and he knows the other man will notice soon, he’s a mess and they’ve barely begun, but this is so much more overwhelming than he ever imagined it might be between them.  Perhaps it’s the fact they’re taking back what was stolen from them, enjoying the feel of each other rather than having it painfully forced upon them, or perhaps it’s just the chemistry they would have always had.  The way Zemo is looking at him makes Bucky’s stomach drop in awe, he looks so enthralled, his hungry eyes roaming Bucky’s face and body. 

“Is… is this… am I…” Bucky doesn’t know what he’s trying to say, doesn’t want to bring up the torture, but needs to know whether the image of him abusing Zemo has been replaced, has been overwritten with what’s happening now.  Like how Zemo’s strikingly handsome face looking up adoringly at him has replaced the bloodied and broken one, how his voice sighing contentedly and groaning in pleasure is slowly replacing the pained noises he had made, Bucky still wants to hear more though, hear him moaning out his name, he’s determined to replace all those memories with only good ones, for both of them.

“You’re perfect, James.” Zemo says, cupping Bucky’s face and stroking a thumb over his flushed cheekbone. 

Zemo unlinks their hands and Bucky balks, worried that, despite Zemo’s words, he’s done something wrong again but the Baron only leans back slightly and grabs the hem of his sweat damp T-shirt, pulling it over his head.  His hair ruffles and he goes to brush a hand through it but Bucky stops him, gently taking his hand back in his own, lacing metal fingers with flesh.  The soldiers other hand strokes Zemo’s hair endearingly but rather than neatening it he makes it even more out of place, Zemo’s eyes wrinkle in the corners as he watches James mess up his hair. 

“I like it better like this.” Bucky says smiling, his teeth biting into his bottom lip, “you’re always so composed, I wanna see you a little messy.” 

“Well I’m sure you can manage to unravel me even more.” Zemo says as he leans back, using their clasped hands to drag the other man down with him. 

Bucky allows himself to be pulled onto of the other man, but uses his free hand to prop himself up, keep a slight distance between their chests as to not make Zemo feel trapped. 

Zemo presses him closer with a hand on his hip, and Bucky knows the other man must feel the slick precum dribbling out of him as his groin is pressed firmly against Zemo’s.  The slide of his wet boxers over his hard cock makes him moan and roll his hips down against the man beneath him.

“Hmm,” Zemo hums out, his voice husky and low, “stop holding back James, make me a mess.”

Bucky is hesitant, he wants so bad to do as Zemo says, but he knows that if he goes too far he could trigger a trauma response in the other man, like his involuntary tension when Bucky shut the door, even if Zemo says he’s okay, he could subconsciously have a negative reaction, so he continues to take it slow.  He bends his arm and settles on his forearm, spreads his knees a little further, feels Zemo beneath him spread his thighs too, their cocks align, the added weight of Bucky’s body not being held up any longer presses them closer together and he grinds against him.  Zemo’s hum of pleasure and the fingertips digging into the meat of Bucky’s ass just below his hip, encourages the soldier to grind again.

Bucky picks up a steady rhythm and Zemo’s mouth goes slack as he’s panting beneath him, little moans coming out with ever other gasp.  The Baron looks at Bucky’s lips and the other man gets the hint, leaning down to kiss him, pressing there bodies flush together finally.  Zemo moans into his mouth and Bucky feels a jolt of electricity straight through his core, the sound of the other man’s pleasure because of him igniting a fire in the pit of his stomach. He breathes in through his nose as he deepens the kiss and Zemo’s fingers tighten their grasp on his hip and hand. 

It’s too much and no where near enough, but Bucky doesn’t know what to do next, wants Zemo to take the lead, for him to be in charge, unlike how he was in that damp, dark basement.  Bucky shakes his head at the creeping thoughts of Zemo being pinned under him, bleeding and grunting in pain, he breaks the kiss, stops his movements.  He leans back enough to look at Zemo, see that he isn’t in pain, isn’t trapped or forced into this, is looking up at him with such lust, and an adoration that Bucky can’t begin to comprehend is focused solely on him. 

“James, if this is too much-”

“No! …n-no.” Bucky says quickly then more quietly when he realises his sudden outburst.  Of course Zemo would be the one to comfort him again.  “I just…”

Bucky climbs off of him and Zemo lets him go, hands slipping away to allow him space.  The soldier shifts up the bed, turning onto his back against the pillows, Zemo tilts his head back from his position laying at the bottom of the bed to be able to look up at him and waits for him to finish his sentence. 

“I just…” Bucky says again, licking his lips, “I’m too worried about hurting you… I’d feel better if you… we’re in charge.” He says quietly, one arm slung behind his head propping him up, his ankles crossed, his demeanour is relaxed but his voice is hesitant. 

“You voiced that as if it were a question.” Zemo says rolling over onto his front to look at the other man properly.  “It’s important we’re both sure of what we want.” 

“I want you to be in control.” Bucky says more confidently, but his cheeks are still pink and flushed and he crosses his thighs a little further, suddenly very aware the damp patch on his boxers briefs is quite visible even in the low light of the room.  

Zemo gently strokes his fingers up Bucky’s ankle, hand curling around his calf, displacing the soft hairs on his shin as he trails his fingers up to Bucky’s knee.  He tugs gently on Bucky’s leg, and the soldier parts his thighs enough for Zemo to crawl between them.  The Baron hesitates as he climbs up the bed, as if he’s thinking about sinking down and sucking Bucky’s cock but there’s a flash of something in his eyes, he swallows, looks pained for just a second before he continues moving further up the other man’s body, trailing feather light touches over his skin making Bucky shiver. 

“As much as I had thought about what sex with you would be like, before…” Zemo lays against him, one thigh between Bucky’s spread legs and cups his jaw in his palm, “the ways I wanted you to pin me down using your super human strength and have your way with me,” Bucky strokes Zemo’s back, trailing metal fingers down his spine, “I realise it will not be so easy after everything that has happened, for either of us.” 

Bucky lifts his head and kisses Zemo, pecks him on the lips and the Baron smiles a little sadly down at him.  Zemo kisses him again, settles his weight against the other man and licks into his mouth lazily.  Zemo picks up where Bucky left off and grinds down against him, making the soldier hum into his mouth.  

“Thought about me a lot have you-ah?” Bucky says with a smirk but gasps at the end of his quip as Zemo rolls his hips again.

“Hmm, often.” He grinds down again, “those lonely nights in solitary confinement.” Zemo slides a hand down to lower Bucky’s boxers just enough to expose his cock, quickly doing the same with his own, shifting his underwear down just over his hips.

“I’m sure I gave the guard watching the cctv a good show at least once a week,” he alines their cocks and slides them together again, Bucky stutters out a moan and looks down at their bodies.  His dick red and weeping while Zemo grinds his against him, slick with precum, he moans again at the sight.

Bucky grabs at any part of Zemo he can reach, hands roaming over his skin as the Baron ruts against him. More precum dribbles out of him, sticking in the coarse hair on his lower abdomen, and making the glide of Zemo’s cock against his even more sensitive. 

“It’s a good thing there’s no sound on the cctv because I’m sure I would have caused you some unwanted attention by the way I was moaning your name while fisting my cock… and riding my fingers.” Zemo picks up the pace, wraps a hand around both of their dripping cocks and squeezes, Bucky starts rocking into his hand in time with the other man’s thrusts. 

“H-how long?” Bucky stutters out, his eyes shut tightly, he struggles to open them, tries to watch what Zemo’s doing.

“Oh darling… Since Madripoor.” Zemo purrs before leaning down to kiss Bucky’s neck.

“Nngh, Zee-” the soldier eyes roll back, he jerks into Zemo’s fist and cums across his stomach with a drawn out moan.

Zemo grinds against him a few more times, smearing his cock in the other man’s cum before reaching his own release, gasping James against the other man’s neck. And Bucky knows that will now be the sound that replays in his mind every night. 

Bucky gently lifts Zemo’s head to kiss him lazily, missing his mouth and hitting the corner of his lips, teeth clashing as they pant against each other.   Zemo shifts slightly to grab his T-shirt from the edge of the bed, still damp from the spilled water it’s enough to clean up Bucky’s stomach, he slides his soiled boxers off and helps Bucky out of his own before cleaning them both up, then he throws the dirty clothes across the room in the vague direction of the laundry hamper when he’s done. 

Rolling onto his side he pulls Bucky against him, his chest to the soldiers back.  Bucky can feel the soft rise and fall of him breathing against him, the rasp of his chest hair on his bare skin, he reaches for Zemo’s hand that he ended up laying on, pulls it to his own chest and holds it there. 

“And you?” Zemo asks once they’d settled, his voice a little husky.

“Hmm?” Bucky hums.

“You said you found me desirable, had you ever thought about…” Zemo trails off letting Bucky get the gist. 

“Ah, I umm…” he clears his throat, “I thought about you… but I never… did anything about it… not really.” Bucky says blushing, remembering the times he’d woken up from an overly realistic dream about the other man and had to take a cold shower to calm down. 

“I see… and how long?” Zemo asks contemplatively.

Bucky is quiet for a moment, realises the time they’ve lost out on through his stubbornness and confusion.  They should have talked when they’d become closer through these past missions, they could have… he tries not to dwell.

“Since Madripoor.” He admits quietly, squeezing Zemo’s hand against his chest.  He feels Zemo’s forehead rest against the back of his head and the Baron inhales his sweaty scent. 

“I see.” Zemo says again, “I thought you hated me.” 

“I did. It’s why I was so confused and refused to do anything about it.” He huffs out a humourless laugh, “But then I got to know you better and I guess… I still didn’t really do anything about it.” Bucky says, a little frustrated at himself.

“Why after Madripoor?” Zemo asks, laying a soft kiss on the back of Bucky’s neck.

“I had a dream, a couple weeks later, I had been thinking about what you were getting up to on the raft…” Bucky laughs again, this time playfully, “had I known.” Zemo smirks against the back of his neck.  “I dreamt that you were having to pretend to be my handler again, like in Madripoor, and you… ordered me to do things to you… and I liked it.” Bucky admits, he swallows, realising that dream kind of came true in their torture, he had definitely not liked that.

“Well we can always do some role play if you like, shame to let Hydra take that fun away from us.” Zemo says knowing exactly what Bucky was thinking, as usual. Bucky squeezes his hand again in lieu of a reply. 

They’re quiet for a moment, just holding each other and by the feel of Zemo’s steady chest against him Bucky thinks the other man may be falling asleep, but then he speaks again, voice even gruffer than before.

“Next time, James, I’d like to suck your cock.  I’m not quite ready, not yet, but I want to be able to savour the taste of you, to enjoy the weight of you in my mouth, to feel you cumming down my throat.” Zemo whispers against his nape, and Bucky tries and fails to suppress a shudder at the Barons words.

“We’re taking it slow Zee… whatever you need, however long it takes, there’s no rush.”  Bucky says tightening his hand around the Barons on his chest, lacing their fingers together. 

“And then perhaps the time after that we can try penetrative sex, despite the lack of prep I did enjoy how full I felt with you inside of me, how safe I felt with you draped across my back, shame we had an audience and I was so weakened.” Zemo says as if talking about something as banal as the weather.

“Zemo…” Bucky says shocked at how blunt Zemo was being about his abuse, but he had always been adamant he had trusted him, had wanted him even before all this, it was the circumstances that had been the problem, not Bucky. 

“How long do you think we have on this mission? Do you think I’ll be back on the raft before we can complete our to-do list?” Zemo says laughing quietly against the back of Bucky’s neck trying to lighten the mood a little, but the thought of Zemo going back to prison has the soldiers stomach tying in knots. 

“Well we can wait till next time. There’ll always be another mission.” Bucky’s says, and Zemo doesn’t answer just peppers the nape of his neck with little kisses.  “Besides I kinda hoped you’d …” he stops, doesn’t know how to word what he wants in the right way. 

“What is it?” Zemo asks, kissing behind his ear, his hot breath ghosting over the wet patch his lips have left making Bucky shiver.

“I hoped that you would… erm… I want you to… umm… me first?” He gets quieter as he speaks, not wanting to say something as flippant as ‘I want you to fuck me’ while also thinking ‘I want you to make love to me’ might be too much.  Just the thought makes his still semi hard cock fill out further.

“James, are you trying to tell me you would like me to penetrate you?” Zemo says matter of factly and Bucky doesn’t know how he can make something worded so clinically sound so goddamned sexy in that husky accent of his. 

“Yes.” Bucky breathes out and he can feel his dick twitch against his thigh.

Zemo shifts behind him, pressing closer to his back until his naked groin is brushing against Bucky’s ass.  The feel of Zemo’s coarse pubic hair and steadily hardening cock sends a jolt of arousal through him and Bucky can’t help but grind back against him. 

Sliding a hand down to Bucky’s hip, Zemo gently squeezes before kissing under his ear again and asking; “would you like it now, James?” 

“Y-yes.” Bucky whispers tilting his head back a little so Zemo has a better angle to kiss and nip at the skin of his neck. 

Zemo moves his hand from Bucky’s hip, the other one still under Bucky’s side where he’s lying on it, holding the soldiers mental hand tightly against his chest, fingers entwined. He hears rather than sees Zemo’s suck the fingers of his free hand into his own mouth and Bucky whimpers as he rolls his hips again. 

Pressing his fingers quickly between Bucky’s cheeks, so the spit doesn’t have time to dry, Zemo rubs the pad of his middle finger against the other man’s hole, waiting for consent.  Bucky bends his knee and hikes his leg up a little to give Zemo better access but the Baron still waits. 

“Is this what you want, James?” He asks, practically purrs the words behind Bucky’s ear which has him shivering with anticipation.  

“Yes, please.” Bucky whispers, turning his face into the pillows and once Zemo has verbal consent he’s pushing the first finger through the tight ring of muscle.  Bucky groans at the feeling of being entered by the other man, “I can take more, please.” He begs quietly again, pushing his face into the pillows as if he was shy for voicing what he wants. 

Zemo slowly pulls his finger out and presses two back in, Bucky immediately rolls his hips down to get the Baron to fill him quicker.  He hears Zemo chuckle against his neck.

“I thought we were taking things slow.” Zemo says, a statement not a question. He doesn’t seem to mind by the light humour in his voice. 

“S-sorry. Do you want to stop?” Bucky says stilling his hips. And gripping the sheets with his free hand, the one not entwined with Zemo’s. 

“Not at all, I just want to make sure you are alright.” Zemo says affectionately, rubbing his nose in the hairline at the back of Bucky’s neck.

“I’ll be alright when your dick is inside of me.” He says but is instantly worried it came out snarkier than he intended, he’s impatient and as attentive as Zemo is being, two of his fingers just isn’t enough, but the Baron just laughs against his neck again.  

Zemo doesn’t immediately cave to Bucky’s request, making sure to at least prep the man a little, he scissors his fingers before adding a third.  Bucky groans and he himself doesn’t know if it’s in pleasure or frustration, he feels Zemo’s lips turn into a smile where they’re pressed against the corner of his stubbled jaw.  

Bucky feels the Barons fingers getting closer to his prostate, barely brushing against it, he shifts his hips, trying to change the angle, arches his back against the other man and Zemo bites down on the soft skin beneath his jaw as he purposefully presses against the bundle of nerves inside him.  Bucky moans and his toes curl, arching his back further he grinds down against Zemo’s fingers but the man is pulling away just as quickly.   Bucky gasps at the sudden emptiness but moans again when he feels the head of Zemo’s cock nudging against his entrance, he hikes his knee higher opening himself up to the other man but knows Zemo will want verbal consent.

“Please, Zee.” Bucky says, his free hand untangling from the sheets and grasping Zemo’s backside, urging him on.  Zemo doesn’t make him voice his request, and he’s relieved, he wouldn’t know what to say, would stutter over words like fuck and sex and love.  

Zemo grips the soldiers hip and slowly pushes in, Bucky’s eyes roll back and he focuses his hearing on what sounds the Baron is making.  He hears the other man’s breath hitch, a low groan as he sinks up to the hilt.  Once he’s as deep as he can go he mouths Bucky’s shoulder, allowing the man to adjust to the feeling of being stuffed full before moving.  

“Mmm, so perfect.” Zemo groans and kisses up Bucky’s neck, reaches just below his ear and nips at the skin with his teeth, “you feel so good, better than I ever imagined, so much better than I could ever replicate with my own fist.” He breathes hotly against Bucky’s ear.

Bucky tilts his head back a little to give Zemo better access to the skin of his neck and the Baron sucks at the flesh just below his ear.  Bucky whines and doesn’t have enough sense to be embarrassed at how inarticulate he is when he’s so entirely wrapped up in the other man.  

“You know I’ll never be satisfied without you now,” Zemo continues, moving, still buried in Bucky and breathing against Bucky’s kiss slick neck, the feel of his hot breath hosting over the moist skin sending shivers down Bucky’s spine.  “When I’m on the raft I won’t be able to stand it, not until I’m back with you, not now that I know what it’s like, not now I know you feel the same as I do.”

Bucky’s about to speak, to try to return the sentiment as best he can, his stomach ties in knots thinking about having to abandon Zemo to the raft again once this mission is over, waiting the days, weeks, months away until another mission, until they can be together again, but Zemo stops him from speaking his thoughts by slowly pulling back out. 

Zemo rocks back in and Bucky moans, squeezing the Barons hand against his chest.  He meets his thrusts, grinding back against him as Zemo licks and nips at the skin of his neck, trailing kisses down to his shoulder.  Bucky turns his head to capture Zemo’s lips with his own, kissing him is awkward from this position but Zemo doesn’t seem to mind the sloppiness, humming into Bucky’s mouth with a sound of contentment. 

The Barons movement are slow and purposeful, shifting his hips until Bucky whines in the back of his throat when Zemo’s cock hits his prostate.  Bucky’s hand comes up to the back of Zemo’s head, gripping his hair and holding him close as he licks into his mouth.  The hand that Zemo had gripping Bucky’s hip moves to the other man’s jaw as his kisses become more uncoordinated, panting against him when Zemo picks up speed. 

“Nnnguh, Zee-ah” he gasps when Zemo pulls back from the kiss to thrust harder.  

Zemo reaches for Bucky’s cock, and the soldier jerks when he wraps a hand around it, stroking him in time with every snap of his hips.  Bucky’s overwhelmed, fully enveloped in the man behind him, his hairy chest plastered to Bucky’s sweat slick back, arms wrapped around him, mouth sucking on the soft flesh of his neck, hot breath in his ear and stuffed full of his cock.  His eyes roll back, a white heat tingling at the bottom of his spine and down his legs, his toes curl and he moans as he cums over Zemo’s fist.  The Baron doesn’t let up, continues to stroke his still hard cock in his wet first, hit his prostate with every thrust and Bucky whines, little sounds punched out of him every time Zemo fucks deeper into him.  

“Ahh James,” Zemo practically growls, and Bucky feels it rumbling in the man’s chest more than hears it. His muscles tense and he cums again, staining the sheets, he clenches around the man inside him and feels Zemo jerk once, twice, before he’s filling him up.  Bucky moans at the feeling of Zemo rocking in and out of him slowly until he’s emptied himself inside of the other man. 

They’re breathing heavily against each other, slowly coming down from their shared high.  Zemo is about to pull out but Bucky stops him with a hand on his thigh. 

“Not yet, we gotta think about showering as soon as you do that and I’m not ready to move just yet.” He says, laughing a little as Zemo settles against him again. 

They’re quiet for some time, Bucky trying to ignore the feel of his cum drying to his belly and focuses on the feeling of Zemo’s steady breath against his neck. 

“What’re we gonna tell Sam?” Bucky says, contemplating out loud as to not fall asleep before they have a chance to wash up.  

Zemo laughs against his nape before sitting up, he slides out of him gently and Bucky shivers at the feel of the other man’s cum slipping between his ass cheeks, his cock twitches and he wonders if Zemo would be opposed to round three in the shower. 

“I think Sam already knows.” Zemo says chuckling and Bucky eyes him questionably before realisation hits him and be blushes. 

Zemo grips the soldiers chin and pecks a kiss to the corner of his mouth, as the man sits a little stunned on the bed trying to remember how loud he had been.  Zemo unhooks his robe from the back of the bedroom door looking at Bucky expectantly.  The sun was peeking up over horizon and they wouldn’t have long before Sam was definitely up and awake to start the recon for the day.  They didn’t have long to be washed and dressed if they wanted to keep Sam from being a little traumatised. 

Bucky gets up from the bed and slips on his discarded boxers to not be walking around totally naked.  He stops Zemo from leaving the bedroom just as he opens the door, grips the tie of his robe and pulls him close, leans in, their noses brush together and Bucky smiles before kissing Zemo deeply.  Zemo hums and Bucky feels him melts against him.

“Mornin’.” Sam says as he shuffles passed them with a yawn and Bucky jumps back from Zemo startled. “I call dibs on the bathroom, I need to get clean before you two get in there and make it all dirty.”  He’s wearing cotton sleep pants and a sweat damp tank top, clearly feeling the effects of the summer heat. 

“Good morning Sam.” Zemo says huskily as he wipes his thumb across his bottom lip, Bucky is hiding behind the bedroom door and mumbles something along the lines of you’re up early.

“Hope you’re not too tired we got a long day ahead,” Sam says as he opens the bathroom door before turning to them both, Bucky looks sheepishly out of Zemo’s bedroom, trying to block his practically naked body from view, “glad you both worked things out.” Sam says flashing them both a genuine smile before ducking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. 

Zemo turns to Bucky, a smirk spreading across his lips, Bucky still looks like a deer caught in headlights but doesn’t have much time to think about Sam’s reaction when Zemo dips a finger into the waistband of is boxers and pulls him closer.

“Now, we have a little time to kill while Sam’s in the bathroom… where were we?”