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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."

Date: 2016-08-29 03:16 am (UTC)
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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!"

Date: 2016-08-29 04:11 am (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2016-08-29 04:46 am (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2016-08-29 05:40 am (UTC)
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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?"

Date: 2016-08-30 02:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] 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."

Date: 2016-08-30 03:39 am (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2016-09-01 12:33 am (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2016-09-01 12:43 am (UTC)
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Len did squirm and writhe, though he still made an effort to keep the humiliating noises to a minimum. He gasped, though, and the cold fingers were so incredibly good, that he couldn't really stop the odd moan from bubbling up in his throat.

"Fuck...James," he murmured. "That's it...that's good."

Date: 2016-09-01 12:58 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] coldlenny
"W-what sight?" Len gasped, his breathing starting to come harder as James penetrated him even more deeply. The metal fingers were thick and unforgiving, harder to take than regular digits, but he relaxed around them and then James was rubbing against his prostate, and a yelp was ripped from his throat.

"Fuck!"

Date: 2016-09-01 04:37 am (UTC)
coldlenny: (Desperate)
From: [personal profile] coldlenny
Len groaned and gritted his teeth as James pulled away, but as James repositioned himself, he arched his back and drew his legs upwards, opening himself as far as he could go without his lover's push.

"Fuck me, lover," he growled. "Fuck me if that's what you want."

Date: 2016-09-03 09:42 pm (UTC)
coldlenny: (Beer)
From: [personal profile] coldlenny
Len liked the sound of that, too. He groaned again, clutching desperately at James' shoulders. That reassurance was everything to him.

"Yes..." he hissed, and arched his back, shuddering as his body began to clench once again in the moments before orgasm.

Date: 2016-09-05 03:43 am (UTC)
coldlenny: (Beaten)
From: [personal profile] coldlenny
Len's body clenched around James as fluids spattered Len's stomach and chest. He sagged into the mattress, holding James close and clinging to him as he took the pounding. It was truly the greatest feeling in the world, to be so filled with pleasure, and at the same time giving such pleasure to the man he cared for so deeply.

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