Snarky ColdWinter #2
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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."
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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Date: 2016-08-29 03:16 am (UTC)He yelled as the orgasm was choked off, arching his back right off the bed. "James! Fuck!"
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Date: 2016-08-29 03:45 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-08-29 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-29 04:40 am (UTC)The pout was kind of cute, in a way. James nipped at the twitching corner, then sealed their mouths together.
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Date: 2016-08-29 04:46 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-08-29 05:06 am (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2016-08-29 05:40 am (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2016-08-30 01:40 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-08-30 02:36 am (UTC)"I'm appreciating you properly."
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Date: 2016-08-30 03:23 am (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2016-08-30 03:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-30 04:15 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-09-01 12:33 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-09-01 12:38 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-09-01 12:43 am (UTC)"Fuck...James," he murmured. "That's it...that's good."
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Date: 2016-09-01 12:53 am (UTC)That only he was trusted and wanted enough to be allowed to see Len like this, vulnerable and exposed. No sarcasm, no dramatics, nothing to shield his true feelings from James.
A little more impatient now, he drove a second finger into Len's ass, working them in and out as he curved the tips to search for the spot that always drove his lover wild.
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Date: 2016-09-01 12:58 am (UTC)"Fuck!"
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Date: 2016-09-01 02:10 am (UTC)He continued to tease and torment Len for a long moment, then lost patience. With a groan he withdrew, nudged Len's hand away from his cock and shifted position, coming to rest squarely between his lover's thighs. He wedged his metal shoulder beneath Len's knee and pressed the limb back toward the other man's chest, opening him up in the best way.
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Date: 2016-09-01 04:37 am (UTC)"Fuck me, lover," he growled. "Fuck me if that's what you want."
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Date: 2016-09-03 06:16 pm (UTC)He really fucking loved the sound of that, in fact, and he groaned as he drove forward faster than he might have otherwise. Not so hard he'd hurt Len, but enough that the other man would definitely feel the burn of the stretch.
"I'm yours," he growled, pushing home until he was as far as he could go, as close to Len as he could be. There was a world of difference between belonging with and belonging to, and Len was the one who'd taught him how fucking good the former could be. "You're stuck with me forever."
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Date: 2016-09-03 09:42 pm (UTC)"Yes..." he hissed, and arched his back, shuddering as his body began to clench once again in the moments before orgasm.
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Date: 2016-09-03 10:15 pm (UTC)He drove himself home again and again in Len's body, not trying to hold back his pleasure. It felt like it had been too long, forever, and all he wanted was to lose himself in his partner's body. His lover's.
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Date: 2016-09-05 03:43 am (UTC)