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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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."

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When he wasn't told off, he used a hand to grasp the base of Steve's erection as he dropped his mouth on it. He was painfully inexperienced in doing such things, but he bobbed his head in attempts to figure out what would feel best and discharged the idea of being too ambitious. He'd probably accidentally break Steve in half if he tried. He ran his tongue over the flesh in his mouth, tasting it and Steve.

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Steve expected Rumlow to be inexperienced and didn't mind a little fumbling. He might not have noticed at all. He gave soft noises of encouragement and pleasure as Rumlow experimented, his hips squirming and his knees drawing up on either side of Rumlow's head.

He was quickly worked up to gasping helplessly, and stroked Rumlow's hair with growing desperation, nervous he was going to lose control.

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It didn't seem that Steve cared as long as he was doing what he was doing, and he made a soft throaty sound in his chest as he worked on his lover's erection. Once he was certain he wasn't doing anything completely horrible or wrong, he began to experiment with pace and suction.

His hands finally dropped to massage Steve's ass cheeks and thighs as his eyes remained fixed on the blond's face. It was something else to watch the great Captain America come to pieces for him.

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Steve was shamelessly falling to pieces indeed. He gasped and writhed. Rumlow definitely wasn't doing anything wrong, unless he had a problem with Steve coming to orgasm far too quickly.

Which was exactly what happened. He arched his back and gasped, his eyes flying open with surprise as the orgasm hit him and fluid spurted into Rumlow's mouth.

"Oh god," he gasped. "I'm sorry."

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He actually had no idea how long it was supposed to take for someone of Steve's stamina, but the guy lasted longer than he would have initially thought. He hadn't lasted that long either on his first experience of head, but it was from a woman. He thankfully knew that when one worked like this, they were expected to receive the reward.

His 'reward' filled his mouth, and he gagged purposefully, turning his face and having the last strings of Steve's cum hit the side of his face. He coughed as softly as he could as he swallowed what had been in his mouth, and then he forced himself to laugh. It was so fucking absurd. All of it was.

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Steve blinked at him, mortified, especially when he saw the come on Rumlow's face and dripping down his lips. "Brock, oh my god, are you okay?" he exclaimed.

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The look on Steve's face made it hard to not just laugh loud, but he managed to contain it as he reached up and wiped at the white liquid on his cheek and temple. "Yeah, I'm fine. How about you? No regrets yes, kiddo?"

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"No regrets," Steve said with deep conviction. He scooted forward and slipped his arms around Rumlow's neck, giving him a kiss on the lips. He dropped a hand down, delving between Rumlow's legs to stroke his erection in his slender fingers.

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He set his hands on the ground to balance himself from just laying on Steve, though he enjoyed the way that an arm found its way around his neck and the other slipped down between his legs. He shifted his knees apart and his eyes closed at the warm hand on his erection. "Ah, a little harder," he murmured even as he set one hand off in search of the vaseline.

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Steve stroked a little harder, firming his grip and moving his hand a bit faster as well. He climbed into Rumlow's lap, parting his legs and straddling Rumlow's thighs even as he masturbated the other man. "Better?" he murmured.

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He let out a soft 'ah' if pleasure, having to hold in the rest to avoid being too loud. He shuddered when Steve just went on and climbed in his lap, settling his legs on the warmer sacks despite it itching a bit. "Much," he groaned as his fingers found the lube and bringing it closer.

He coated his fingers, aware that men didn't make any lubrication. This was how they did it right? He exhaled against Steve's neck and teased a finger against his lover's ass, slowly seeing if he could push it inside.

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Steve didn't quite know what to expect, either, so when Rumlow's fingers touched him intimately, sliding into his entrance, he tensed up a little bit. However, it didn't hurt, just felt a little weird, and he quickly relaxed.

"That's...good," he said in a slightly mystified voice, smiling at Rumlow shyly as he continued to stroke his cock.

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He paused when Steve tensed but continued when his lover relaxed again. He experimentally moved his finger inside, thrusting a little, but the shy smile earned something similar from him. He slipped in a second finger following the first, and he had to wonder how many it took to make pleasurable sex happen? Two or three?

His own hips rolled into Steve's grip, the rising pleasure starting to make him a little impatient. Sure, he'd bounce back soon enough, but it was hard to concentrate on anything but Steve's hand firm on his length.

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Steve was beginning to bounce back with those fingers working inside him, too. It sent shocks of pleasure each time Rumlow moved his fingers, especially when Steve positioned himself at a particular angle.

He was growing impatient, too, bit by bit, and he began to rock his hips more and more, grinding himself onto those fingers and making soft, pleasurable noises. "Brock..." he whispered.

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He huffed a pleasured sound at their similar impatience, stretching and scissoring his fingers inside of Steve. For a little guy, his lover sure did take well. That thought amused him greatly and he daringly pushed a third finger inside at the whispered call of his name. "Just this and then I'm taking that virginity of yours," he huskily said.

He thrust his three fingers in and out of Steve, his hips still pressing towards his lover's hand and wanting so badly to have this experience come to fruition.

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"Oh god," Steve groaned, his own cock twitching at the words and the way that he was stretched so deeply. "Well, I'm looking forward to taking your virginity, too."

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He scoffed in amusement to Steve's sass and nipped at the blond's neck in revenge. "Hey, I'm older than you are, and that means you're supposed to respect my authority here. No sass from you," he teased with another nip.

He removed his fingers and hastily brushed Steve's hand aside from his straining erection, taking only enough time to smear vaseline on it before he was pulling Steve close and lining himself up. "Easy now, big guy," he whispered as he started to push into his lover.