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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[coldlenny]

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."

[fist_of_hydra]

"I will never get tired of that sight." Or the sight of any part of Len in pleasure, really. James loved every bit of it, and loved the sense of power that came from knowing he was responsible for making Len feel that good.

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.

[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!"

[fist_of_hydra]

"That's it," Bucky growled, the words a low, pleased rumble in his chest. "That, right there. You."

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.

[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."

[fist_of_hydra]

Lover. James liked the sound of that.

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."

[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.

[fist_of_hydra]

Recognizing the signs, James worked his left hand between them and wrapped it around Len's cock, squeezing and stroking with frigid fingers. For this alone, watching Len come undone with James' cold metal hand on him, it would almost be worth the choice not to save himself from being the Winter Soldier.

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.

[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.