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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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[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?

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[He settled much the same after a few moments when it seemed that they were not going to be snarling at each other like a pair of angry cats. Too bad really, but with everything that might come to pass, he knew he was shooting his mouth off to avoid considering the ramifications of this. If his secrets were given up, he'd probably punch the wall a few times. There was some stuff in the past he hadn't told anyone still living.]

How about right now then?

[He also wanted to keep Steve talking to distract the man from the fact that he had heard this process could be uncomfortable. They may as well both get off for it after all, and he twisted his finger around the tight heat in search of Steve's prostate just to say he knew where it was to nail it later.]

I figure keeping up a litany of nonsense talk will distract you from the fact its me with a finger up your ass.

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[ Easier said than done. He's hyper aware of everything the other man is doing, from the pressure of him behind, touching any of him, to the press of a finger inside him, squirming like it was seeking something out. Steve grimaces and drops his head, trying to will himself to relax around it. ]

To be fair, it doesn't matter who has a finger there, it's going to - ngh, be distracting.

[ Steve spreads his thighs a little wider, tries to relax down against it, and exhales uneasily, frowning. This still seems like a poor idea, even when Rumlow's finger grazes the spot that makes heat spark down his spine. Maybe they shouldn't - but it's going to happen eventually. He wants it just as much as he doubts it's a good idea. ]

I heal fast. Give me another.

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[He began a new assault on licking and biting at Steve's back, making it a random pattern so the other man had no idea what he was going to do. He groaned at how tight Steve was, aware his bond was trying a bit unsuccessfully to relax around his finger which he was unrelenting about all the same.]

Just wait until the fun starts then. You're going to be practically squirming.

[He grunted at the order, issuing an obnoxious 'yessir' with a hard bite just next to Steve's spine as he withdrew his one finger enough to carefully push in a second, shuddering with intense anticipation and some of it nerves as well. He was going to plow ahead anyway, get this avoidance over with.]

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[ He didn't need to know what he was going to do to enjoy it. Steve squirms, arching his back a touch and digs his teeth into his bottom lip when his finger slips out and a second one joins it.

In theory, this isn't a bad idea; he's dealt with worse injuries, which isn't a ringing endorsement, but it makes him think he can take most anything the other man wants to give him. Steve gives it a moment, lets him ease them all the way in and then once they start to withdraw, rolls his hips back, fucking himself on them. It's not easy, the first few times, but it gets better, his body adjusts. ]

Sure, Rumlow.

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[God, having such a power house squirming was the best thing in the world. He couldn't currently think of anything better than it, and he worked his fingers deeper and stretched them open to see just how much the other man was going to squirm for him. They weren't even at the whole sex part yet, and already, he felt like rubbing on Steve's thigh for stimulation on himself.

He let Steve work on thrusting on his fingers, biting and sucking on parts of skin on the blond's back, watching each mark fade away only to add another. Soon enough, when they had a rhythm going and Steve was relaxing around his fingers, he added a third.]

If we weren't about to share everything, I would have done this so long ago...

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[ Steve squirms again, bracing his hands up on the bed to steady himself. It's not perfect, but it's enough for the moment and he's got the means to bear down, to rock his hips with each push of his fingers. The addition of a third isn't unexpected, but it punches a little noise out of him, Steve's back arching just a touch as he looks over his shoulder, hair falling in his eyes. ]

Wouldn't have been afraid of it if you'd done the right thing.

[ And yeah, the bedroom isn't the place to bring out the bickering but he can't stop himself. ]

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[Could squirming actually be that sexy? Apparently it could as his gaze feasted on the way that Steve moved with his fingers, and he was, by now, painfully hard and eager. The risk of losing it all was making this even worse too, and he ground himself on Steve's thigh for just a bit of teasing relief for himself as he stretched his bond with a little more urgency before snorting at the comment.]

I was doing the right thing. I was helping to make the world a better place.

[He twisted his fingers free and stroked lube on himself as he leaned over and bit little red marks across Steve's shoulders as he lined himself up.]

Last chance to refuse....

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It wasn't.

[ Apparently they are going to argue during this. Figures. Steve slips a hand down to himself and starts stroking, curling his fingers loosely around his dick to give him something to fuck into, if Brock's going to make him wait for it. When the other man grinds his dick against his thigh, Steve pushes back into it, trying to encourage him, to get more of the bites, more friction, more anything.

The loss of his fingers gets an even more frustrated noise out of Steve; he jerks his head around, giving him a thoroughly unimpressed look, even with the flush of his cheeks, the way his hair's sticking to his forehead. ]

Hurry up.

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[He was thoroughly enjoying arguing with Steve and turning the man into an absolute wreck at the same time because it was just so damn arousing and entertaining. Only he and Rogers would argue and push each other on the verge of taking the biggest step of their relationship here and now. It was so fucking typical, and he was going to laugh when he finally got through this and bite Steve until the guy bled.

He smirked at the look he was given, his tongue flicking out against previously abused skin. He did happen to give into the demand though as he lined his hips up and pushed into Steve probably faster than he normally would have done before that hot demand.]

Shit I hope you walk funny after this.

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[ It's one thing to know it's coming, it's a whole other to actually feel it. Rumlow'd stretched him, sure, but fingers didn't quite equate to the thick press of his prick. Steve's head hangs, one hand groping for the pillow so he can drag it close, brace himself against it and he bears down as best as he can until Brock's balls deep and Steve's sucking in a breath once it's done, trembling. ]

I heal fast.

[ It takes two tries to get his voice steady enough, but he manages, shifting up until he's back in the original position, shoulders square, braced like he's ready for a fight. His cock hasn't flagged at all, precome dripping down his cock. ]

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[It was one thing to almost be fisting another man, and it was quite another to feel the heat and tightness of the body meant for him around his erection. He hissed a long loud breath between clenched teeth, pushing his advance to conquer new territory like any good soldier. He would have made a "I claim this land" joke, but he was too busy gripping onto Steve like he needed to be carried out of a warzone. He kissed his way along Steve's spine until the man had regained the original position, one hand slipping around to tease at the blond's erection.]

There's my Captain... never flagging in the face of any situation.

[He stroked Steve's erection as he pulled himself out and then pressed back in, grunting in pleasure. It took him a few tries to be slow and careful before getting to a rhythm, his sweaty forehead pressed between the man's shoulder blades. He cussed dirty words even if he felt slight apprehension that they were finally doing this, finally about to share things he had shared with no other before.]

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[ He's not sure if it normally feels this good - logically, he thinks that it ought to be overwhelming, a little too sharp, a little too much, but between the overwhelming sense of relief and want, it's all jumbled up in his head. Doesn't matter what happens, part of him's just grateful he's got Rumlow there, fucked up as the thought is.

It takes him a few moments to get used to it; but he finally shifts back, rolls his hips back onto Brock's cock and catches the rhythm, toes curling. It's good, he knew it'd be good, always did, but he didn't realize just how good, listening to Rumlow mutter filth under his breath. Steve groans, muffled into the pillow and then shifts back, presses in to take Brock as far as he can and shoves at him. It takes some shifting, groping back for Rumlow to shove him back until the other man is kneeling and he slips out, but Steve's quick to drop a hand back and fix it, guide him back in. The position's a little more awkward, but back to front, riding Rumlow like this sure as hell isn't a problem. It gives him the ability to move as fast or as hard as he likes, lets Rumlow have full access to his cock. Steve shudders out a groan, groping for the headboard, using it to brace down on as he rises up and sinks back down, fucking himself on his cock. ]

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[The worse part of this already was that he was looking forward to the next time and time after that. He's looking forward to having something in his life that it's just a broken dream, a burned out promise, or a restricting suffocation with the illusion of freedom. In this, Steve was his alone, forced to endure as he did, forced to enjoy as he did. What better thing then screwing the man who had ruined twenty years of crawling and scraping up the ranks?

Just when it seemed that they had started to find a rhythm, Steve gave him a bit too hard of a shove that knocked him back a bit. He hissed at the loss of contact, sinking to his knees and grasping the man's hips before he gave in to the other man's obvious want and only nipped Steve's back when he was guided back into that constricting heat. His only revenge was picking up a pace that suited him as he drove himself to the hilt over and over again, his fingers tight on Steve's hips.]

Come on, Rogers, make some of that noise, would you?