Snarky ColdWinter #2

[fist_of_hydra]

The team had been arguing for a while now, and getting nowhere. They'd narrowed Savage's location down to Italy in September of 1944, but couldn't get any farther than that. James thought he had a pretty good guess what Savage wanted - this was where HYDRA had most of their facilities, and the Red Skull would be the perfect ally to Savage.

The only people who would have any further intelligence about Savage's possible movements were the Allied or Axis forces. Neither were going to hand the information over to a bunch of strangers. Ray wanted to play dress up and march in, pretend to be an officer and demand the information. Sara wanted to go in at night and steal it. There were half a dozen other ideas floating around, and all of them were bad. Quite a few of them were likely to get them shot at.

Ray might be onto something, though. At least, if you turned your head and looked at the idea sideways. Trying to march in and claim to be an officer nobody in the camp had ever seen was asking for a swift visit from the MPs.

Marching in and claiming to be an officer everyone in the camp had seen was another matter.

James had been lurking by the doorway, as was his habit, rather than sitting around the table with the others. He hadn't been contributing, so he was able to slip out without inciting comment. Once in the hall, he strode toward the fabrication room. "Gideon. Do you have any footage or photos of me in uniform in this time period?"

"Of course, Mr. Barnes."

"Good. I need a copy made, and make sure it looks worn and used. Can you do that?"

"Certainly."

"Then do it." James strode into the fabrication area, where a uniform was already synthesizing. He paused, looking at it, and rubbed a hand over the scruff on his chin.

Five minutes later he strode back toward the main room. It felt odd to be back in this uniform. Gideon had even managed to make it smell right - which was to say, like blood and gunpowder and harsh lye soap. Even stranger was not feeling his hair brushing against his cheeks and neck. He hadn't had short hair since HYDRA took him, and he found he already missed it long.

This wasn't him, anymore. It felt like the ghost of Bucky Barnes was riding his shoulders, and the weight was pressing him down.

"...are we supposed to do, walk in and ask them nicely?" Sara was saying, her tone full of exasperation as she threw her hands up at Ray.

"That's exactly what we're gonna do." James rose his voice enough to cut through the babble. Everyone turned to look at him, and most of them did a wide-eyed double-take. He raised an eyebrow at them. "It's just a matter of the right person doing the asking."

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[fist_of_hydra]

The way Len opened up for him, only for him, always blew James away. This man who was so cautious and closed off, never showing any more of his true self than he had to, was willing to let James see all of him.

And James loved every inch, every flaw and scar, every rough patch and hard edge.

With a growl he leaned in and kissed Len again, fierce and relentless, cutting his breath of in an entirely different way from the threat of his hand around the other man's throat.

[coldlenny]

And Len loved the seemingly untamed savagery of him, tempered by a gentle and kind heart that endured no matter the horrors that he'd experienced. James was the strongest person that Len had ever known - something to aspire to, rather than to reject in favour of the younger model. And through that strength, that indomitable spirit of goodness had never truly been broken.

Len couldn't trust someone who didn't truly earn that trust, and he trusted James.

He groaned again, drinking down that fierce kiss and writhing under James' weight as if trying to buck him off. But he didn't kick or punch, didn't truly fight him, only allowed himself to feel the incredible power of the man who Len finally truly knew would never abuse that power.

[fist_of_hydra]

They matched each other so fucking well in a way that shouldn't have worked at all. James hoped he never stopped appreciating that fact, never took it for granted.

Finally he had to move his hand or risk causing damage to Len's throat from the intensity of the cold. He replaced it with his mouth, licking and biting at the icy skin, his hand moving south with clear intent.

What was left of the fake army uniform pants was gone a moment later, torn away along with the very period-inaccurate boxer briefs beneath. All James cared about was the skin that lay beneath, pale and scarred and beautiful. He ran his hand over Len's inner thighs, tracing abstract patterns that brushed against his straining dick every so often, but never long enough to do more than hint at a tease.

[coldlenny]

Len swallowed hard when James finally pulled the cold metal away from his throat. He lifted his hand reflexively, rubbing the chilled skin, but it wasn't burned or hurting, just very cold.

Then James was ripping the left of his clothing away. He gasped softly and spread his legs eagerly to the touch of James' hand. He cursed as the teasing drew out, and growled between clenched teeth. "Get on with it, already!"

[fist_of_hydra]

"Impatient," James taunted him, nipping sharply at his collarbone. "Make me, if you want it so bad. I'm planning to take my time." Despite his words, he finally ran his fingers over the length of Len's dick, wishing he could feel the contrast of heated skin against his metal fingers. He got a sense of pressure, but not temperature.

Len would feel it, though, and that was the important part.

[coldlenny]

Len groaned and thrust his hips upwards hard, gasping at the touch of cooled metal.

"James!" The cry was pulled involuntarily from his lips, and he immediately sealed his lips shut for a moment, startled by his own exclamation. Then he relaxed again, giving another heartfelt groan. "That's it, baby... that's right."

[fist_of_hydra]

God, he loved making Len lose control. There was nothing like pushing the heat between them until it broke his lover's cool.

"One of these days, I'm going to make you lose it completely," he promised Len, stroking slowly. It was a goal he'd had for a long time now, and a frequent threat. Even though he never quite succeeded, the fun was in trying.

Shifting down, he wrapped his icy hand around the base of Len's dick, then slid the tip into his mouth, sucking hard as he tongued the slit.

[coldlenny]

Len gave an involuntary yell as the cold of James' hand met the heat of his mouth. If James wanted to make him lose it, he was moving in the right direction. He writhed and cried out as James sucked hard, and then panted, almost hyperventilating.

"Fuck!"

[fist_of_hydra]

Bracing his other arm across Len's hips, James pinned him in place with contemptuous ease. He didn't want to risk hurting his lover as Len jerked and bucked against him, but he also didn't want to immobilize him completely. He enjoyed the reaction too much.

Taking his time, he bobbed his head over Len's dick, savouring the taste and feel of the other man.

[coldlenny]

Len strained against the incredible strength of his lover. With his trust unshaken, it was exciting to feel how nearly impossible it was to throw James off. He knew James would take care of him, in every sense of the word.

With no ability to move, Len writhed and gasped, giving throaty groans as James sucked at his cock.

[fist_of_hydra]

When he could feel the tension running high, Len's muscles pulled tight like strung wire and quivering with the need for release... James drew away, still holding Len down with his flesh hand, the metal one tightening just enough to keep him from coming.

It was amazing, the shit you could learn from the internet. James had been meaning to try this for a while, see how it would work on Len.

[coldlenny]

Len told himself that the only reason he didn't manage to stay quiet was because he knew no one could hear him anyway. But the truth was, he couldn't have stayed silent even if the whole ship had been clustered outside his door.

He yelled as the orgasm was choked off, arching his back right off the bed. "James! Fuck!"

[fist_of_hydra]

That was exactly the sort of reaction James had been hoping for. With a hint of a shit-eating grin on his face, he shifted up to nip at Len's jaw, tasting the salt on his skin from sweat, feeling the roughness from a hint of stubble.

Then he finally let the other man up, fully expecting he was about to pay for the stunt he'd pulled. Damn, it was worth it. "I fucking love making you sound like that."

That kind of declaration of love, at least, he could be pretty safe with.

[coldlenny]

Len shuddered and panted for a moment before he could open his mouth and actually make sense. "You...love torturing me?" He opened his eyes and gave James a pout that was entirely faked, the corner of his lips twitching.

[fist_of_hydra]

"Only the kind of torture that makes you sound like that." James' voice was half growl, as close as he ever came to the sort of lazy, satisfied purr Len did that always drove him crazy.

The pout was kind of cute, in a way. James nipped at the twitching corner, then sealed their mouths together.

[coldlenny]

Len kissed him back hungrily, and reached down between them, trying to curl his fingers around his own cock. He knew that James would easily stop him, but he was in a playful mood.

And it really wasn't in him not to act like a shit when he was being asked to be submissive.

"So you like how I s-sound?" he groaned, breathless as he began to pleasure himself.

[fist_of_hydra]

It wasn't about making him submit, just making him lose his mind with pleasure. He sat back on his heels, watching for a moment, the heat in his eyes enough to melt any amount of ice.

"Hey. I have plans for that," he objected, as Len's hips began to rock up into his fist. "Why do you think I didn't let you get off in the first place? Of course, if you'd rather finish yourself, I guess I could just go hit the showers."

[coldlenny]

To Len, not being in control was a kind of submission, and when James was holding him down, that was exactly the situation. But for James, he would do it - would enjoy it.

But he'd still be a brat about it.

He growled at the threat and wrapped his legs hard around James' waist. "Why don't you treat me right instead of neglecting me, instead?"

[fist_of_hydra]

"I am treating you right, you're just not appreciating it properly. I did warn you I was gonna take my time." James shifted upright, reaching behind his head with his right hand and getting a grip on his collar. A quick yank pulled the shirt over his head and off, revealing his sculpted torso - and the scars where his metal arm joined his body.

In a strange way, he was happy to see them, now. They were part of him, the him that he'd chosen to be. The him that Len wanted.

[coldlenny]

The truth was, Len wasn't really trying to get himself off. He stoked himself lazily as he watched James pull his shirt off. He really did look perfect to Len.

"I'm appreciating you properly."

[fist_of_hydra]

"Oh yeah?" Backing away, James reached for his pants, but this time he went slow. Len's eyes followed the motion of his hands, and the heat of his gaze scorched James from the inside out.

Yanking his fly open, he groaned in relief as his cock sprang free of the too-tight confinement. He wrapped his right hand around it and stroked once, following Len's motions. "This what you want?"

[coldlenny]

Len watched avidly, hand moving slowly. He smirked as James groaned with relief. "Seems like you want something, too. Don't you want to fuck me, James?" He spread his legs wider, lounging like he had all the time in the world.

[fist_of_hydra]

"Always." There would never be a moment when that wasn't true - except maybe when he was enjoying getting pounded by Len instead, but that was still basically the same thing.

Letting go of himself, he stretched out over Len, deliberately rubbing against his lover, reaching for the corner of the mattress. They'd learned to keep lube stashed around the bunk, because they were usually too damn impatient to stop to look for any. He fished the bottle out and flipped it open, dumping it over his left hand to slick the metal.

Then he reached for Len, brushing his cool fingers over his lover's hand, down the length of his cock, and across his balls.

[coldlenny]

Well, that threat didn't last long. Len grinned like he'd won a contest between them and then shuddered and closed his eyes, his expression fading into wanton need as that cold, slick hand teased him.

His hand fell away from his cock and then reached, groping for James' member instead. He grasped his cock and began to stroke, slow and teasing.

[fist_of_hydra]

They weren't done yet, and the threat wasn't past - though the way Len was stroking him was probably going to speed things up a bit. Even the Winter Soldier had limits to his self control.

Besides, it was only fair he let Len push him over the edge, since he was trying to do the same to Len.

Smirking, he worked one finger inside Len's body, going carefully because his sense of touch in the metal hand was limited. He didn't want to go too fast and cause an injury, ending the fun prematurely.

to mention how much he loved the noises Len made as James invaded him, the way his hips hitched invitingly and he gave himself over to the pleasure.