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Who: Brock Rumlow & Steve Rogers
When: After Soul bond - Timeskipping to Post-TWS
What: Rumlow and Steve deal with the shitty fall out of being stuck together after all that crap went down. They might even have sex for once.
Warnings: Maybe sex?


[He'd kissed Steve once after the Lemurian Star mission, but they'd made it no further than that in the year that they had known they were bonded. There were close calls, frustration and more than his share of horrible hard-ons that always seemed to appear whenever Steve walked into the room with him. They had gotten worse too, and the painful resistance only made his blood run hotter for the national icon.

No one knew about them.

And then HYDRA had been exposed, Insight had been destroyed, the new world order set to bring about peace in shambles and Brock Rumlow found himself confined to a hospital bed under going more skin grafts than he thought he had skin for. Like everyone involved in STRIKE and HYDRA, his name had been blown right open with some of the missions he had done, some of the missions where he had aimed the asset to set the world on a set future. Well, like his skin, everything had burned.

Steve, good guy that the man was, hadn't decapitated him. Most of their meetings involved asking him for information or sitting in silence with only the soft beep of machines their music. He hadn't apologized, not for any of it. It hadn't been personal, though he recognized that the only reason he was staying out of jail or worse was because of Steve's influence and the fact he was set to be the poor bastard's soul bond. Good guy, Rogers... too bad they stood on opposite sides of the scale.

So he'd recovered and mostly looked the same, though the scarring was evident in certain light or if he ever got wet. His life's work was gone in flames, and the only reason that he didn't kill himself was because of Steve. Even as unbonded as they were, he knew at this stage in the game the ripping of a compatible soul - which was laughable at best - would probably reduce Rogers to shambles for a little while. So he didn't; his one perhaps non-selfish act so far. He hoped Rogers didn't plan for more because he wasn't giving any more.

He also totally had it bad for Steve now that he had a body that wasn't about to fall apart on him. He had, by now, given up trying to hide his attraction. It was pointless. He'd either bone the guy soon or eat that bullet he was owed.]

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I don't know.

[ Steve clenches his teeth tighter, shoulders hunching. He's not an expert on this, he just doesn't know, but he knows that this much is not how it's supposed to be. ]

I don't - don't mention them, don't mention my title, none of that. It shouldn't be that di-- ngh-

[ The worst of it, really, is that when Rumlow's hand slides down, it's true; he's still hard, thick and flushed against the material of his briefs. Steve tenses up, jerking a moment as he tries to figure out if he ought to move forward or stay, and doesn't move. ]

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[Well it was easy to figure out what had really gotten the bee in Rogers' bonnet here. It was the declaration rather than cumming all over the man's face. It was the definition of their titles, that he was HYDRA, that Rogers was Captain America. Perhaps Steve wanted them to be normal people when they were being intimate, not want to dislike each other and their differing life choices.]

So... you want me to just be Brock Rumlow and you to just be Steve Rogers. No one and nothing else, just people with nothing to do but let the bond happen, huh?

[His hand stroked the front of Steve's boxers before tugging them down enough to free the show of his bond's arousal, stroking as he licked and nibbled his way up one of Steve's ass cheeks until he was at the small of the man's back, breathing hot breath against the skin. He hid most of his amusement and some of his attitude in a single moment - to be saved for the right time later to be sure.]

Stay, Steve. We haven't broken any furniture with furious copulation... and we really should get on that.

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[ It's simple enough, he thinks. He doesn't need romance - he's sure that there won't be any, given what's going on, who they are. The most that he can hope for is that they don't end up ripping each other apart over something utterly stupid. ]

I'm not an idiot. I don't want anything complicated.

[ He's not looking for declarations of love or any sort of sap. He knows they can't keep resisting the bond, not with any level of comfort so this is a necessary evil. Steve's back tenses up, swallowing hard at the press of lips and teeth up the curve of his ass. It doesn't take much to get him going, these days, not when Rumlow's involved. Steve squirms again, twisting around to look at him just a bit. ]

No Hydra, no SHIELD, no Captain America.

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[Brock could fake romance, but he hadn't actually felt it was required for any kind of relationship that he was engaged in. However, he was able to push aside the HYDRA thing if Steve was willing to push aside the SHIELD and Captain American thing. It might even be very exciting to just be a guy who was forced to bond with another guy. Like some strange make-believe, since he was confined to this place and had no access to technology. Real low-grade make-believe.]

When does sex have to be complicated? The bond might make it a bit complicated but nothing two soldiers can't contingency plan out, right?

[He shifted his feet to the floor so he was no longer just literally hanging off of Steve, his lips and teeth making their way higher and higher on Steve's back as he came to stand, his arms sliding higher save the hand that still stroked Steve.]

Fine, just soldiers, you and I. You leave your alter-ego at the door, and I'll leave mine in the garborator with the rest of my productive life.

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[ Yeah, he has his doubts about that, but there's precious little else they're able to do. The most that he can manage right now is making the best of all of this, and hoping it's enough.

Rumlow shifts up behind him and Steve leans his weight into the other man, rolling his hips up with each slow stroke of the man's hand. It's a little dry, a little rough, but it's just what he needs right now, the friction and heat of his hand. ]

Fine.

[ They can work with that. He can. Steve dips a hand down and curls it in with Rumlow's, showing him the grip he likes ( a little harder ) and the speed ( a little slower, tight towards the head ) and when it goes just right, he shivers, hips jerking again. ]

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[It was interesting that Steve leaned on him when the guy had half a foot and at least fifty pounds on him. He braced with his legs all the same, his lips kissing along Steve's one shoulder as he peered at the other man. He couldn't help but snort softly at the single word that tied them together. Just a simple 'fine' like this was some kind of death sentence when really, it would always be worse for him.]

Fine. [He mimicked the tone.

He growled in soft approval when Steve's hand covered his own, allowing himself to be shown what the man liked. He too was a quick learned, keyed to pick up details and still have the big picture in mind. He swayed his hips a little against Steve's ass, humming as if it might be a soothing sound.]

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[ This isn't the most comfortable position, but it's not a bad one. He might not be able to lean on Rumlow any longer as a partner, as someone he trusts with his life in the field, but this - this is less complicated. If he tells himself it's just sex enough times, maybe he'll start to believe it.

A breathy little noise of appreciation slips out, not quite a moan but almost, his hips rolling into their joint hands on his cock. Good, it's good, it's really, really good just like this, simple as it is. Doesn't stop him from opening his mouth and asking, ]

Did you-- do you like that? What you did.

Sorry, just reading the beginning of this and smiling

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[He shifted his other arm around Steve's chest, his fingers petting at a nipple and occasionally twisting it as he licked a line up the salty skin of Rogers' neck. It tasted good, better than dinner, better than it had a right to be and he was hooked in his own way. Well, they were just men now, not agents. He was allowed to enjoy this, wasn't he?

He caught Steve's earlobe between his teeth and worried it as he started to speed up, pushing the grip on his hand to follow, working to see what more he would work out of this super-soldier body with its highly impressive stamina. The question caused a huff from him.]

It's called a prank, Steve, and yes I enjoyed it. The look on your face was priceless.

8)))

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A-ah-

[ Steve's whole body jerks at the twist and stroke of Rumlow's rough fingers over his nipple, like it's a direct button that drives fire down to his belly, straight to his cock. The quicker motion feels better, too; it's no surprise Rumlow's good at reading him. He was good at reading people before, the bond helps. ]

That's not what I, mmn, meant. [ Another shift, and Steve drags their hands down between his thighs, squeezing at his balls a moment before shifting back up. ] I meant- on my face. [ No, he needs to say it or Rumlow's going to give him endless shit. ] Coming on my face.

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[His fingers make certain to torment that nipple for a little while so he could feel the bump and twist of Steve's body against his own. It was a real turn on and he didn't bother to hold back on that either, just enjoyed it all. Once he was satisfied about his torment, his fingers walked along Steve's chest to bring up some anticipation before tormenting the other available nipple.

He kissed just under Steve's ear, bumping his groin against Steve's ass and savouring the way the guy knew how to sound out pleasure even in the middle of a damn conversation.] Ah well, it seemed like fun at the time. I'd have been just as content making you swallow or amused if you're the spitting type.

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[ Okay, well, so it wasn't a fetish or something, it was just Rumlow being a dick. That's...good to know. A relief, at least. Steve huffs out an irritated little breath at the knowledge, all the same, and rolls his hips back, rubbing himself on Rumlow's cock. ]

Wouldn't know, considering.

[ And oh, he sounds catty there, even with the way the last word ends with a little groan as his fingers swap nipples. He wants Rumlow's mouth on them, goddamnit, but he doesn't want to twist, doesn't want to lose what he's got going on right now. The serum makes it easy to go again, sometimes even if he doesn't exactly want to, but right now it's a blessing of sorts, because all of this feels so good. ]

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[He rumbled in reply to the irritation from the taller man, enjoying that as much as he enjoyed hearing Steve moan for him. He was, by now, hard again, and he had no problem grinding up against his bond.]

Just be creative, and I'll never complain.

[Unlike Steve who was clearly complaining about his method, but that really only inspired him to do it again at some point. He sensed what Steve wanted and it was a testament to the way even with lip service how the bond was deepening between them. He huffed softly, nuzzling Steve's ear instead.] Want to turn around, hmm? Or I could step around...

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[ He still wants to wipe his face off with something not a pair of sweat pants, but he'll deal with this for the time being. Rumlow hadn't had any issue coming on his face; he could fucking deal if Steve's mouth tasted like his dick. ]

I don't know what you consider creative.

[ You're the dude with all the experience here, pal. Steve's fooled around some, but not enough to claim more knowledge than the basics. He purses his lips a little bit and shifts, turning around so he can curl a hand around Rumlow's cock in return, shifting until they're pressed together and he can grind their dicks against each other. ]

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[Rumlow had a pretty good idea that Steve was, at some point, going to kiss him and he'd get a nice taste of himself. Really, it was more of a turn on than a turn off because it was a claim on someone who fate had decided would be his. He wasn't a possessive man by nature, but Steve made him want to be a really bad man all the time.]

Pretty much anything that doesn't involve you walking out on me in some huff actually.

[He loosened his hold when Steve turned around, and he immediately dipped his head to suck on one of the taller man's nipples, lavishing slow purposeful attention on the nub of flesh as his hips rocked into Steve's hand. He groaned low and throaty before his arm curled around the small of Steve's back and he began to tug the other man towards the bedroom.]

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[ Tempting, it's so, so tempting, but he's equally tempted to get on his knees and get Rumlow's cock in his mouth again. It'd side track both of them, but the idea of it is so appealing that he can barely think through it, simply wanting Rumlow's mouth on him or vice versa.

The other man solves that neatly, sliding up and pressing his mouth over his already abused nipples, wringing a startled little hiss out of him. He's walked backward toward the bedroom on autopilot, too focused on jerking off Rumlow at the same time, careful not to hurt him while they walk, but determined to get him off just as much as he's getting off on just the pressure of his mouth. ]

Is there anything I can't do?

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[He would have thought after the last mouthing exercise that Steve might shy away. He had planned on paying the other man back for his little stunt, but much, much later. He planned on them breaking some furniture first because he wouldn't be satisfied until that happened. He figured the bed was the first good place to be a victim of abuse from them both, and that was where he was headed even if it was hard to concentrate on where it was with Steve's hand on him like that.

He was getting closer to another orgasm and his mouth bit around Steve's nipple before they were in the bedroom and he didn't even care where the bed was at that point. He drew his mouth away to search for it and growled low in his throat at the question.]

Try not to kill me. Otherwise, have at it. I'll be endless amused with what you come up with.

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[ Yeah, he's not filled with confidence on his own kinkiness here, but he's going to try for it all the same. Steve purses his lips a moment, getting them over to the bed before things go too much further. ]

Don't hold your breath.

[ Steve eases up onto the bed, pushing sheets aside to keep from making a mess on the duvet, and settles back against the headboard, eyebrows raised in challenge. Are you gonna come up here? ]

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With you, I know not to.

[It wasn't a slight per say, but he knew that Steve needed far more time between the sheets to come up with anything. He just hoped the guy was creative and wanted to explore eventually, or he was probably going to be the only one making this bond thing ridiculous. He didn't mind that though.

He followed after the look, pausing at the bedside table to dig around for his tube of lube that they were probably going to have to use. He tossed it on the bed pointedly next to Steve before he slid onto the bed and moved to straddle his bond, setting his hands on the man's shoulder before leering.]

So, who gets to be the pillow biter, huh? Probably you... never thought I'd pop the cherry of such an important person really.

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[ Steve doesn't respond to the barb, doesn't let him poke at him until he snaps. Instead, he slides both hands down, skimming his fingers along Rumlow's thigh, one cupping his dick, the other cupping his balls, mimicking exactly what'd got him off last time. ]

Doesn't matter. [ He's not picky either way; he's not a fool, he knows that they'll likely be doing this more than the initial time, so it's really a matter of who 'bites the pillow' first. ] I'm fine with this being rough, but I don't want to hurt you. [ Which is part of his fear of being on top. Steve tightens his fist just a little bit, giving him a tighter tunnel to fuck up into. ]

I've got the basics down, if you want to, though.

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[He really hoped that Steve wasn't developing a thick skin to him or that would just be unfair. How else was he supposed to force the guy into one of those impressive rages after all? Well, he could just punch Steve again, but he had a notion that the guy would just walk out like some butt-hurt little bitch. He'd work on the guy.

He had to wonder if it was who was on top who got the memories or if it was truly a two-way street. He should have looked into that. Now it didn't really matter as he smoothed his hands down Steve's chest, tweaking abused nipples on his way. His hips move into Steve's hand and he chuckled throatily.]

Pfft, throwing me into a ceiling light hurt. This... this will just feel good, but to each their own.

[Now he just had to think of the most humiliating position to get Rogers in and then go for gold.]

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[ yeah, that's real rough, buddy, not being able to give your bond a ton of shit and have them get pissed. Either way, he can do either; he knows the logistics of being on top, but there's still the very real concern he might legitimately hurt Rumlow if he says the wrong thing and tries to goad him on.

Steve arches into the touches, shivering out a little noise of approval. ]

Yeah, and being tased wasn't exactly a walk in the park. [ Steve shifts big hands up over Rumlow's hips, and angles him back, rolling his hips up so his cock drags against the man's ass with each steady grind. ]

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[He hadn't been with a guy like this, but how different could it be? He just knew that it required stretching and lube and otherwise, stomach down it was impossible to tell the difference except that Steve had such manly shoulders and male hips that it was going to be difficult to imagine breasts hiding on the guy. Oh well, he liked asses much more than he liked other aspects anyway.]

Yeah, those ones hurt like a bitch. Rollins and I practiced with them until we both puked. [He never used a weapon he wasn't infinitely familiar with and trusted its capabilities. He arched a little before leaning down to kiss a line down the middle of Steve's chest, grinding himself on the man's erection.]

Right... you should probably roll over. Scout's honour I won't even spank you.

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[ Yeah, Rumlow's got another thing coming if he thinks Steve's gonna just roll over and take it without a single word. Steve rolls his eyes at the mention of the tasers, not impressed by his comment about Rollins and the testing.

It's even more distracting when Rumlow grinds down against him like that, heat sparking down his spine all over again with the slightest touch. ]

Next time. I want to do this.

[ After he's had a chance to read everything on the subject to make sure this doesn't hurt Rumlow, after he's certain he won't mess anything up. Steve eases the other man off and gingerly gets to his hands and knees. Somehow, it's different being this exposed, even though he'd just had his dick in the other man's mouth. ]

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[He wanted to do this, but a part of him didn't want it to be like this when they were agreeable. He hadn't yet thought of a way to raise Steve's ire in such a way that would get the man reactive but not storming out. There was a fine line with Rogers and he was still finding all the delicious buttons. This companionable agreement was just not all that cool in his mind, especially if they were going to have sex and give up memories and secrets to each other in the process.]

Do what? Knock my teeth loose? Swear at me? Cave in my sternum? Fuck me into submission? You know, for a commander, you sometimes leave way too much to imagination.

[He shifted backwards and grabbed the lube , moistening his fingers as he eased back so he could bite a line down Steve's spine. His fingers moisten Steve's ass before he gently eased one finger into the man.]

Oh... free free to curse if it gets uncomfortable.

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[ On the other hand, Steve would much rather do it like this, where there's less viciousness, where it's less likely to turn into something awful. Steve shifts down, leans into the pillows and shivers at the biting down his back, squirming again. ]

All of the above, sometimes.

[ No sense in lying about it. He knows what's coming, past sex, of course; he knows he's going to be lost in Rumlow's head, sorting out this and that and the idea is a little terrifying, that he might find out all the awful things he's done.

His back arches a touch at the first slick press, grimacing. He's done this part before, just on his own, but it's still strange. ]

You just gonna keep talking?