It's all the Past. (Closed to captain_asthmatic)

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Who: Steve Rogers & Brock Rumlow
When: Summer of 1941
What: Rumlow is sent to the past in order to alter the future for an assured victory for HYDRA in the Second World War.
Warnings: Rumlow being Rumlow. Violence. World domination


HYDRA was finally strong enough to have partial access to the Tesseract and the power that it held. Most of SHIELD science was trying to use the cube in a different way, as a power source but also as a gateway to another world. That was what it was for, but HYDRA had other plans for the Tesseract. The failure of the war was considered pivotal enough where some believed that if the past was altered then the miserable future that they currently lived in would have never come to pass. It would be a better world under the Red Skull.

He was just a boy when they started to study the ability to use the Tesseract as a gateway to span between time and space. He hadn't even decided what he wanted to be when he had grown up save that he would be a drunk and he would be a better man than those who were weak enough to die in the ditch. New York was a tough place to live where he did, but he survived and he go tough despite being in trouble with the law.

He was recruited in juvenile detention, and his life changed. His life became something worth living, so he served and went where he was told, learned the skills that they told him to. He survived, and he learned that just like the miserable kids on the streets, he could lead if he said the right word. It didn't matter to him about race, gender or social class. If one could get the job done and do it well, he would respect them. If not, they were no better then dirt under his boots. He drove men to better though because he wasn't dying because they were weak.

When he was twenty-four, he was taken off of his final tour and sent to New Jersey. He and twenty other men were put into Project Rewind and they were drilled hard and fast into the early forties such as culture, class, history, fashion, currency and even linguistics patterns. The Tesseract was going to sent one lucky man back to alter history to assure HYDRA of a win it was owed. He studied hard, but he wasn't top on the list to get chosen for trial; he was somewhere in the middle.

The first six men never came back. Rumors began to circulate that the project was never going to work. He ignored them and kept fit and loyal. He had to know what to do if it was him that made the transition. He knew the people he was supposed to talk to, the hands he was to shake, the men who would get him in and let him follow the final order to the best of his ability. The next three men never came back either.

Brock volunteered as the tenth. He was given his orders: find Steve Rogers, get close and deliver the super soldier to the Red Skull. Do that and victory was assured.

He was dressed in clothing appropriate to the time era he was supposed to be going to save that he snuck his favourite knife into his boot. He was given some currency with the appropriate dates and told to stand in a particularly spot. He was staring right at the Tesseract, and it seemed far more beautiful than the potential of a horrible death. He noted the spot where he was standing smelled like burnt flesh. It made his toes curl in his boots, but he set himself.

Brock Rumlow was born in 1971. When he opened his eyes after the blue flash of light and the frigid cold of energy that felt like it was burning his flesh right off of his bones, he was standing in the streets of New Jersey in 1941. He was twenty five, and he hadn't even been born yet. He was here to change the future, a future that no longer existed for him because he was here. This was his present. This was his future.

Slowly, he tottered off on shaky legs to get in touch with the right people. He enlisted at the right time, at the right station with the right doctor and he was chosen for Project Rebirth. He was shipped to Camp Lehigh to form a unit of special forces for the United States military under the SSR. The first day was debriefings, a set of their itinerary, books, the start of the rigors of usual boot camp. It wasn't even as physical as his boot camp had been.

It wasn't hard to spot Steve Rogers, and he admitted to not finding the kid anything to look at, but this was going to be a legend. This was going to be Captain America, and he knew what that small frail body was going to turn into and what that stubborn man was going to do for America. Rogers was the joke of the group on a lesser level than Agent Carter. Everyone expected Rogers to drop out or die. No one even really talked to the guy for the first day, not even in the mess hall.

Rumlow sized the guy up all day, waiting and looking for opportunity to approach. Their assigned barracks were pretty much like ancient cabins, the bunks were alright, but the living quarters the usual crammed pieces of crap. He took the bunk on top of Steve's when it was apparent no one else would; he knew guys were punished for not pulling their weight. He swaggered over and stood in front of the scrawny man with his pack on his shoulder and his uniform jacket hanging open.

"Do you mind if I take the top bed?" Everyone stopped to look, but he paid them no mind. Instead, he reached out with his right hand. "Brock Rumlow, pleased to make your acquaintance." Ugh, he was going to barf on his shoes with all this niceness.

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Steve blushed. Was that it? Okay, maybe it was. "I just realized, that you're right. We really should seize the moment."

He nestled against Rumlow's chest, slender arms slipping around his waist. He looked up and went up on his tiptoes to kiss him on the lips, sweetly and now with far more skill and confidence than the first time. "All the way. I want everything you're willing to give me," he whispered.

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"Heh, I think you've changed your mind on that because it's obvious who Erskine is going to accept to the program. We're all being shipped out to war," he murmured, not that he had a problem with it. He was a reserverist who was being put in play with the 107th infantry, which was exactly where he needed to be. It was all going according to plan.

He leaned down his head down to receive the kiss, his arms tightening around Steve. The little guy had come a long way since they started. He could honestly say he respected the man and was someone he would follow on the battlefield. "Everything, huh? We've got the time and the little hiding space for that..."

He dipped his fingers up the back of Steve's shirt, stroking warm skin affectionately. "It might be fun to fumble through this."

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"You really think so?" Steve asked hopefully. He was very well aware that he wouldn't be going anywhere unless Dr. Erskine took him for his program.

He smiled sweetly, slipping his own hand up under Rumlow's shirt as well, shivering with delight at the gentle touch of Brock's fingers. "We'll figure it out. I...brought something." He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small tube of vaseline.

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"I knew it from the first day that I saw you," he said with all the confidence he had in him. Of course he was right; he had history on his side. "You'll see combat soon enough and that means we can all die at any time. May as well enjoy life to the fullest."

He shivered and swayed his hips against Steve's as his fingers tugged the smaller man's shirt up higher so that he had access to more of Steve's back. He glanced at what Roger's brought and smirked. "Always prepared, huh? You're an excellent boyscout, you know that?"

Now the real question was if he could accidentally break Steve by topping? The kid was kind of frail.

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Steve smiled brilliantly at Rumlow, charmed by his confidence in him.

He snickered and dropped the tube onto a convenient flat surface, and closed his eyes as Rumlow touched him and ground against him. "I was never really a boyscout," he murmured. "But I figured we might regret it if I didn't get organized before dragging you out."

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Rumlow's pants and rubbed.

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Ah, now that was a smile of complete trust. Hook, line and sinker. Rumlow almost laughed, but he knew better than to give himself away.

He hummed in reply, his fingers still crawling up the length of Steve's back, which he was very familiar with by now. He stroked the spots that the other man had seemed to enjoy during their make-out sessions. "And we certainly don't want to live in regret. I have as few in my life as possible."

He pressed his hips towards Steve's hands and bent his head to kiss along the other man's smooth jaw. "You think you can take it, or do want to be top dog?" Ugh, he couldn't believe he was asking to be fully queer, but whatever... it was a mission parameter by now.

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Steve closed his eyes quietly and moaned softly at the touches and kisses, tilting his head back to open his throat to Rumlow's lips. He could tell that Rumlow was worried, that he was a little reluctant to put Steve as 'top dog', but he was charmed by the fact that Rumlow nevertheless offered.

"I'll be just fine, Brock," he murmured, opening his eyes again and looking up at his lover. "I can take it."

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He took the invitation and mouthed on Steve's neck, though he was painfully careful not to leave any marks on the creamy pale skin. His hands stroked up and down Steve's back until he pulled away long enough to tug the smaller man's shirt off.

"We'll see. I don't want to hurt you if I don't have to," he whispered, hugging Steve against him. "I really admire what you did today with that grenade. It sure showed everyone that ever doubted you. I'm thankful I was never in that majority."

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Steve lifted his arms to help Rumlow take his shirt off, frowning slightly. "I just did what anyone would have done. I guess I was just closer than you." He was sure there were a number of other people who would have done what he did. Sure, some people ran, but Peggy had been heading in the same direction as Steve.

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"There aren't many men who would throw themselves on a grenade for a unit that dislikes them," he pointed out simply. He also had been too far away to do anything about it, but he had been prepared to attack the original owner. Take out the threat then deal with the aftermath.

He cupped his palms on Steve's cheeks and tilted the blond's face up. "I would follow you into battle."

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Steve couldn't understand why the fact that his unit didn't like him was relevant. He smiled shyly, though, and turned his face to kiss the palm of Rumlow's hand. "Pretty sure it'll be me following you when it happens."

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"Hey now, we have the same rank," he said, though he knew Steve was going to be elevated after Project Rebirth. He planned on stopping at Sergeant if he was elevated at all. His fingers still stroked Steve's cheeks. "You've proven yourself ready to make the sacrifice and there aren't that many who have."

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"Well, I still didn't do anything all that great," Steve said, rolling his eyes. "But I'm glad you think I'll make a good soldier. Now, I think we were going to do something more fun than getting blown up. Unless this is your way of stalling," he added impishly.

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"Oh, there might still be blowing involved," he replied with a cocky smirk as his hands settled on Steve's waist to ease off the blond's fatigues. "Now why would I stall having sex with you when it's been what I've wanted for the last few weeks, huh?"

He slipped a hand between Steve's legs to stroke his soon-to-be lover with his fingers.

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"I don't know,"S teve teased. "Why woo-- oh god." Steve moaned softly, grabbing onto Rumlow and clinging for dear life.

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He chuckled at Steve's reaction, his fingers curling and stroking more firmly as he leaned his head down and mouthed against the blond's jaw. "Just tell me to stop if it's pushing too far," he murmured, though he expected that if Steve said they were going all the way, that's exactly where they were going.

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Steve nodded, trying not to moan too loudly. "I'm good, but maybe we could sit down? I'm not sure my legs are going to keep me up for too long with you doing that."

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He casually pressed his body hard against Steve's, using a foot to try at the smaller man, but his arm was there to catch and lower Steve to the ground as he followed. He removed his hands long enough to pull off his own shirt and fold it neatly to set aside and then he went to pull off Steve's pants entirely.

"No asthma attack, okay?"

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Steve gladly went down when Rumlow pushed him, and settled onto a bit of burlap sack on the ground. He lifted his hips as Rumlow tugged his pants off, leaving him naked while Rumlow was still fully dressed.

"I promise," he said, smiling. "I don't feel one coming on, so we should be safe."

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He allowed his eyes to crawl over Steve's nudity as he finished stripping himself, and he ignored the dangers of doing this in a military encampment. They would be quiet and no one would come here other than them.

He reached out and stroked a hand up Steve's calf, then knee then inner thigh as he shifted forward and urged his lover's legs apart. "Heh, just wait," he murmured with a wink as he leaned his head down to nuzzle Steve's inner thighs with his stubble-rough cheeks.

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Steve drew in a gasp as Rumlow began to touch him more intimately than he ever had before. For a moment, he wondered if he'd made a terrible mistake. Maybe he should have done a bit more of the in-between things before asking for this.

But no, what mattered was that he could trust Brock with his body, with everything, and that much he knew for sure.

He smiled and settled back against the sacks, letting his eyes slip closed. He lifted a hand and cupped Rumlow's cheek, then let his fingers drift up into his hair. "Love you..."

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He turned his cheek at the sound of the gasp to kiss one of Steve's thighs, giving his lover the time to settle down or tell him to move off somewhere else. He wasn't about to push, even if this might be the only time they could do this. He had Steve where he wanted the man anyway, so whether they made it physical or not mattered far less to him than perhaps another agent who might be insecure in the hold they had.

Only when Steve relaxed did he kiss his way down towards the blond's hips, avoiding it completely for now to instead transfer his mouth to Steve's belly. His fingers caressed the back of Steve's legs even if he paused at the touch. His smile was charming and warm as he swelled with a sense of victory. "And I you. You're the first person to make me feel like this."

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Steve wasn't about to tell Rumlow to move away or stop. He forced himself to relax, and he returned that warm and affectionate smile. His heart swelled with pleasure and happiness as Rumlow returned his affections.

"I've never felt like this, either," he whispered, letting his legs fall open even more. He was flushed hard already, eager despite his nervousness. "I hope I can make you feel even better," he added, a little cheekily.

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"I doubt you thought you'd be doing this either," he replied with a wink and flicked his tongue over Steve's stomach, working his way slowly downwards. "Just knowing you love me is more than I ever expected," he replied huskily and a different kind of pleasure filled him. He thoroughly enjoyed this kind of manipulation.

Slowly, he dropped his tongue to caress the tip of Steve's erection to see the other man's reaction.

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"No, I can't say I did," Steve admitted, then let out a throaty moan as Rumlow's tongue slipped over the head of his erection. He shuddered and sank down even more deeply into the sacks he was reclining on, moaning helplessly. "I definitely... don't mind doing this, though."