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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"Oh really, and here I thought I was going to be leading you into battle," Steve returned, then gasped as Rumlow withdrew the fingers from his body. He curled his arms around Rumlow's neck, holding on tight as he lifted up and let Rumlow guide him until his cock was nudging at his entrance. Then he slowly began to lower himself. "Nnnngh...."

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"Only to heroically throw yourself on that grenade meant for me," he gritted out, needing the distraction of teasing to keep from just ramming right into Steve. It was so tight and warm and welcoming, and he groaned a little more loudly than he meant and buried his face into the blond's neck. He progressed forward all the same, shuddering and feeling victory as he took Steve for his own.

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Steve held Rumlow close, interpreting his feelings as similar to Steve's own. He was overwhelmed by the sensations, panting harshly and struggling to relax as he was penetrated. It was tight, but felt amazing, as he began to slowly rock back and forth. On one grinding move, Rumlow brushed against his prostate, and he nearly yelled out loud, managing to strangle it at the very last moment.

"Oh gosh, Brock," he moaned into Rumlow's neck. "You should try this next time."

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His arms curled around Steve to both prevent the smaller man from getting away from him and to have better control of how this was going. Steve didn't appear to want to just jumping around thankfully, but the wiggling had him moaning until his hand rose to cover Steve's mouth at the close call. He had to chuckle as he lay Steve down on the sacks and settled over his lover.

"Pfft, with the noise you're making, I think I'll pass until we're far more private," he replied and nipped at Steve's ear. Slowly he began to move in and out, though curious of this apparent wonder spot. He searched for it on each of his thrusts despite knowing it was probably a great way to get caught if Steve was howling pleasure for the world to hear.

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Steve held up a hand and put it over Rumlow's hand, holding it over his own mouth. His blue eyes were wide with worry that he would be too loud, but the effort to stay quiet was exciting in itself. There was a thrill to this, even if fucking on some burlap sacks under the stars wasn't how he'd pictured his first time.

He writhed and arched his back under Rumlow's weight, panting against Rumlow's palm.

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He leaned down and kissed the back of Steve's hand over his own, winking affectionately at his lover, but he tilted his head to listen for signs that someone had heard them. There was nothing, but his breath had picked up and he kissed the side of Steve's ear. "God you sound and feel amazing," he whispered, easing the grip of his hand. He wanted to see Steve struggle to be quiet.

He set his hands on either side of his lover's head and began to pick up his pace and the strength of his thrusting. Goddamn, it felt good. Who knew screwing a guy felt like this? He made soft throaty grunts with each one, not at all minding the time and place.

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Steve kept his mouth closed for a moment before he parted his lips to gasp helplessly. It was impossible for him to keep his breathing under control with Rumlow pounding into him, but he struggled to keep the moans and cries strangled in his throat rather than giving voice to them.

"You... you feel so amazing, Brock," he whispered breathlessly, clinging to his lover for dear life. He wished he could scream out Brock's name, really show him how much he was enjoying this. It seemed completely unfair that they couldn't be open about this, especially right now.

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At this point, he pretty didn't care if Steve went ahead and had some kind of attack, and all he really concerned himself with was keeping his larger body hiding Steve's and the motions of their bodies moving together. He heard the moans and noises that Steve was biting back in his ear all the same, fueling him.

"You too, kid... shit, why did we even wait?" He knew why. It didn't matter now. His hips rolled harder up against Steve, feeling hot and itchy all over, but the kind that made him need more. He groaned into his lover's neck, his breath coming fast as he forced Steve to just go along with the pace that he set. "Moan in my ear... let me hear you a bit."

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Steve might be fragile and small, but he was more than happy to go along with the pace Brock set. It was pushing him to his limits, but he never accepted his limits anyway.

He swallowed hard, terrified if he let any sound escape, he would get really loud. But he also desperately wanted to please Brock, and hear more of those quiet groans. He lifted his head slightly and finally let voice a soft moan. "Oh god... oh god Brock..."

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He couldn't help the groan that escaped him at the tone and content of Steve's voice, his elbows tightening in to settle against his lover's sides. He grunted and shifted his hips, forcing Steve's to hike up with his as he renewed his pace even if he was still keeping one ear open for sounds that someone might be investigating.

He was drawing closer to his completion, and he was ever pleased he hadn't humiliated himself on this venture. It felt so good, but it was worth the wait. He wanted to savour this victory so much, and so he was. "Jesus Steve..." his whispered throatily in his lover's ear as his pace lost some of its smoothness a few moments before he seated himself deeply and came with a hunch of his shoulders and a groan.

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The rhythmic pumping was pleasurable enough even though no one had touched Steve's cock throughout, and Steve struggled gamely not to come before Rumlow did this time. Still, when he felt Brock beginning to stutter in his rhythm, it was a relief to let go of that. Steve had to jam a hand into his mouth to stifle the groan as he came for the second time, spattering himself with fluids.

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His fingers curled into Steve's hair as he had to bite his lower lip hard to keep from making a lewd noise to contribute to the end of their union. He shuddered and stayed right where he was, his elbows keeping him from just laying down and risk crushing Steve. He felt wetness on his belly, but he didn't even bother to waste any time feeling disgusted.

"Shit... that was good," he whispered hoarsely between panting breaths.

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Steve panted for breath helplessly, the burlap scratchy on his ass and back, and he couldn't think of a time when he felt more content and satisfied. He opened his eyes and beamed up at Rumlow. "Amazing was the word I thought of."

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He concentrated on calming his breathing again because it sounded way too loud to him and his heart rate slowed so that he could lift his head enough to listen for the sounds of the night. He smirked at Steve's description of their sex and kissed the smaller man full on the mouth. "That's virgin talk. I'm sure there is better with experience."

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Steve hummed happily into the kiss, slipping his arms around Rumlow's neck and clinging to him comfortably. He sat up slowly, grasping Rumlow's hand and beaming at him with shy happiness. "Well, neither of us are virgins now. We'll just have to learn how to make it better, together."

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He huffed a pleased noise against Steve's lips, his arms curling around the smaller male and settling his weight entirely on his lover. "No, that's true... though with all that's going down now, we might be waiting on exploration."

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Steve cuddled in close, letting Rumlow's weight press him back down to the ground. It was warm and comfortable, even if Rumlow was a little heavy.

"Yeah... I think Dr. Erskine is going to be making his decision soon," he murmured. "We might not see each other for a while."

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He used one hand to brush Steve's hair back and kissed the other man's forehead with overt affection. He knew they shouldn't stay here like this, but he didn't want to be the one to break up the moment either. He'd milk it for all that it was worth.

He trailed a finger along Steve's cheek. "Tomorrow I expect. Failed candidates will be shipped to England I heard," he murmured, the corner of his lip twitching up. "Or we might not see each other again. At least we had this, yeah?"

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Steve's eyebrows pinched at the thought of not seeing Brock Rumlow ever again. He ducked his head, and hugged him tightly. "I'll...give you my address. If we get separated and I wind up back in Brooklyn one day, look me up."

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Brock was a realist. Men died in war, a lot of men died with great intentions. He knew that even with his mission, he could be killed before he accomplished what he needed to. For now, he wasn't willing to accept that reality, but he'd have to if he was dying... or he'd just drag his sorry ass off.

"Yeah, that's be swell," he murmured, mouthing along Steve's neck. "You're going to go far, Steve. Just remember that."

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Steve hummed softly and squeezed. "I don't know why you have so much faith in me," he murmured affectionately. "But I like it."

Reluctantly, he lifted his head and gave Rumlow a sheepish look. "Guess...we should be getting back, huh?"

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"Maybe I can see the potential in you where few can," he said with one last kiss to Steve's lips and then pushed himself off of his lover. He shivered at the loss of both heat and contact, but immediately rose to pad towards the entrance of their little spot.

He looked and listened, but aside from a patrol that just passed the edge of his vision and no where close to them, all was quiet. He returned to his lover but made it clear that he was reluctant to dress and lose this moment between them. "Seems safe enough to return. We should... do one at a time, I think. Just to be safe."

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Steve nodded. "Yeah, okay. One at a time." He was just as reluctant, but there was nothing for it.

One day, when the war was over, if they found each other, if they still wanted each other... the uncertainties were too great to even contemplate such a future, but who knew? Maybe it would work out for the best.

Steve quickly dressed, grimacing a little as the fluids made his shirt stick to him. "See you back there?" he asked hopefully, smiling shyly as he got to his feet and made his way towards the exit.

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He gestured for Steve to go first, the one who was smallest and wouldn't have to struggle to escape this little confined space. He nodded and gave Steve a playful slap on the ass in passing before he moved to clean up any evidence that they had been here. Like a good sniper.

He waited, watching Steve go and sighed. He had to step up his game and be a reservists for that capture, but it was going to take work. He had to be at the top, but he had to have Steve save him and perhaps see about ol' Barnes getting in the way. Maybe the Winter Soldier could be created sooner?

He huffed and struggled out of the exit and tracked his way back to the barracks where he made a single shuffling journey to the bathroom to clean up and then to his bunk. He didn't even hesitate when he wedged himself in on Steve's narrow bunk, cuddled in and arms secure around his lover's waist.

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Steve paused by the bathroom as well and washed the last of the fluids from his chest and stomach, then climbed into bed. He didn't expect Rumlow to join him, thinking wistfully that they had probably risked too much already, and it was late. But Rumlow surprised him, pleasantly so, and he nuzzled in close as Rumlow wedged himself in next to him.

The next day, Steve received the news that he was selected for Dr. Erskine's program. That evening, he shared schnapps with the Doctor - well, the Doctor drank the schnapps, and Steve watched. The other recruits had already packed up all of their things, and Steve faced a sleep all alone for the first time in weeks.