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“Shh, I know, let it out,” he coped, his voice whiny and desperate as he traced the blade against Bucky’s chest.
“Please..please..s..stop,” Bucky begged silently with blood oozing out of his mouth and his hands tied behind him. He was dizzy and fading in and out of consciousness, but every time he felt the cold knife against his skin—his eyes snapped open. “You don’t have to do this, please.” He added and screamed in pain as Steve dug the knife further, but only deep enough to make Bucky pass out.
When he batted his eyes open again, he found himself lying down on something soft, shivering and completely naked, he also noticed that his wounds were cleaned and bandaged properly and that Steve wasn’t actively in the room.
Or so he thought.
He was then pulled by his hair and thrown onto his back, a stinging, sharp pain in his chest and head. He scrambled, trying to crawl away but his fate was inevitable.
Steve forced Bucky’s head down onto the mattress and pulled Bucky’s thighs backwards—towards Steve’s own legs.
The clanking sound of a belt dropping rattled in Bucky’s ears.
It was quiet for a moment, aside from Bucky’s sobs and begs for Steve’s torture to end, but the silence was cut short once Steve slammed himself deep into Bucky’s ass.
His sobs became screams and eventually became croaks in pain. Steve was relentless, and disgustingly sadistic. Every time he thought Bucky was getting used to the pace or adjusting—even a little bit, he’d change it completely, ensuring that Bucky was receiving absolutely no pleasure, but strictly pain.
“More..I need more,” Steve said and groaned between thrusts pushing himself harder and gaining the prettiest and most haunting screams he’d ever heard.
It didn’t take long for Steve to come, after all he was getting the best time he’d ever had after all this was like his heaven—in his own fucked up kind of way.
But something was missing.
He was inside of Bucky, heard his begs and screams but that wasn’t enough for him.
No, nothing would ever be enough, he could never get close enough.
Well
Not unless..
He was inside of him.
The idea glimmered through his mind like lots of lilies in a field, except all of them were dead and it’s just Steve sitting there alone with his thoughts.
So he took his knife and flipped Bucky around, and at this point Bucky was just wishing he was dead.
Fortunately for him, it wouldn’t be long now.
Steve kissed his lips and trailed further down his chest to which he stopped and looked up at him one last time.
“Gorgeous.” He said before he stabbed the knife directly into Bucky’s stomach causing his eyes to shoot open, and take one last breath before he finally was put to rest. But Steve didn’t mind it, he believed in God so he thought they’d meet again.
Steve cut through Bucky’s stomach down to his waist, then pulled his skin and flesh apart until he could look into his body and see his organs. It was the most perfect thing he had ever seen; Bucky was completely and utterly on display.
Steve threw the knife and shoved one of his hands into Bucky’s lifeless body then pulled out what seemed to be his large intestine, before wrapping his own chest with it.
He repeated this with his lungs, and heart, and in the end laid beside Bucky’s corpse. Steve was content and even happy, he supposed that this was finally..
close enough.