The next real town that had a suitable safehouse was thirty miles through more fading moonlight and rising sunrise which Sam barely noticed and it wasn't enough. On his way out he let the handlers in the ward know that Rumlow was clearly in pre-heat, that he needed suppressants and his concerns noted readily enough but it was clear even as he talked that they had little intentions of carrying that further. A bad heat wouldn't kill someone unless it got completely out of control and since Rumlow had survived the fresh slew of heats without anything in the Hive, what was one more?
He was HYDRA, he and his team responsible for no few deaths of numerous SHIELD agents and associates. There was little love lost and just enough put in towards his conditions. The good guys looked shaded pretty gray in his opinion, even if he could understand.
And the sooner they got away from the mess of it, the better.
Idealistic notions of three or four days went out the window as a possibility ten hours later. Maybe there wasn't enough distance between them but he's pretty sure he'd have to be in Asia not to feel Rumlow. Sam woke up in the dim, blind-shut air of the safehouse he and Steve took themselves to, tangled in the blankets and sweating- reaching down to grip himself and the pounding ache that echoed the one in his head. He was barely awake and processing what's going on before he came hard, thickly into his hand and his sleep-shorts after a few seconds. It left him shuddering, gasping while his brain caught up and the obvious finally clicked.
The next groan wasn't pleasured but pained.
Worse. Worse. So much worse than it ever had been before. Sam dragged himself through the next few hours on obvious edge after cleaning himself up in a chilly shower, unable to keep from pacing the safehouse which was really just a small condo flat not meant to hold two alphas when one was on the edge of bond-induced rut. Anyone else and Sam was sure they would have been already at each other's throats. Despite that, Steve still leaves to take a long walk for both of their sakes and get dinner on the other side of the small Arizonian town. Sam only lasts another fifteen minutes with Rumlow's presence now digging into him like the glare of a high-beam blasting from the side of his vision.
He wrote Steve a note instead of calling, grabbed the keys and pushed over 80 the entire time back to the compound. He edged on polite the last time he made his way down to the medical facilities where Rumlow was being kept.
He wasn't polite this round.
Maria intercepted long enough just to shove a keycard in his hand and then nothing and no one else was dumb enough to stand in his way. He wouldn't hurt anyone, or at least he kept telling himself that, but had slammed one of the front guards against the wall when he insisted that he stand still and wait for permission to be radioed up.
He didn't need permission to see his mate. Not with him all by dragging him here through the bond.
Stepping into the cell was a rude awakening , though. Sam snarled, immediately catching the sharp spike of another alpha sticking in the air and Rumlow shoved into the corner with his heat choking thick.
"Did he touch you?" Sam was on him. With him on the floor in a second, hands grasping to pull Rumlow out of that tight curl and give him the space to fit close. Swear to god, he'd kill whoever that alpha was. He'd beat their face in at the very least. They couldn't do this. They couldn't do this to what was his.
"Did he touch you?" He was an idiot for listening, for trying to stay away.
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He was HYDRA, he and his team responsible for no few deaths of numerous SHIELD agents and associates. There was little love lost and just enough put in towards his conditions. The good guys looked shaded pretty gray in his opinion, even if he could understand.
And the sooner they got away from the mess of it, the better.
Idealistic notions of three or four days went out the window as a possibility ten hours later. Maybe there wasn't enough distance between them but he's pretty sure he'd have to be in Asia not to feel Rumlow. Sam woke up in the dim, blind-shut air of the safehouse he and Steve took themselves to, tangled in the blankets and sweating- reaching down to grip himself and the pounding ache that echoed the one in his head. He was barely awake and processing what's going on before he came hard, thickly into his hand and his sleep-shorts after a few seconds. It left him shuddering, gasping while his brain caught up and the obvious finally clicked.
The next groan wasn't pleasured but pained.
Worse. Worse. So much worse than it ever had been before. Sam dragged himself through the next few hours on obvious edge after cleaning himself up in a chilly shower, unable to keep from pacing the safehouse which was really just a small condo flat not meant to hold two alphas when one was on the edge of bond-induced rut. Anyone else and Sam was sure they would have been already at each other's throats. Despite that, Steve still leaves to take a long walk for both of their sakes and get dinner on the other side of the small Arizonian town. Sam only lasts another fifteen minutes with Rumlow's presence now digging into him like the glare of a high-beam blasting from the side of his vision.
He wrote Steve a note instead of calling, grabbed the keys and pushed over 80 the entire time back to the compound. He edged on polite the last time he made his way down to the medical facilities where Rumlow was being kept.
He wasn't polite this round.
Maria intercepted long enough just to shove a keycard in his hand and then nothing and no one else was dumb enough to stand in his way. He wouldn't hurt anyone, or at least he kept telling himself that, but had slammed one of the front guards against the wall when he insisted that he stand still and wait for permission to be radioed up.
He didn't need permission to see his mate. Not with him all by dragging him here through the bond.
Stepping into the cell was a rude awakening , though. Sam snarled, immediately catching the sharp spike of another alpha sticking in the air and Rumlow shoved into the corner with his heat choking thick.
"Did he touch you?" Sam was on him. With him on the floor in a second, hands grasping to pull Rumlow out of that tight curl and give him the space to fit close. Swear to god, he'd kill whoever that alpha was. He'd beat their face in at the very least. They couldn't do this. They couldn't do this to what was his.
"Did he touch you?" He was an idiot for listening, for trying to stay away.