It was too late for any protest. The hands shoving at his chest may as well have been trying to move a mountain; the asset bore down hard on Rumlow as he dug his teeth into flesh and muscle, lapping at the salt taste of sweat and the coppery tang of blood. The satisfaction of his basest instincts made his cock swell and swell inside Rumlow's battered ass as he began to come again, filling him with another load of seed, his knot coming back to lock them together. His mate would be dripping when the asset was finished with him. He'd be returning to base smelling of the asset's come, and everyone would know who he belonged to even without seeing the mating mark on his shoulder.

And the asset would know it was there. Even in stasis, even when being wiped and put away until the next time his use was required, it would be imprinted down to his bones: his mate for life, his and no other's. He suppressed Rumlow's struggles easily and began to kiss him again, eagerly, almost sweetly, more like a lover's kiss for once than a dominating alpha's. His knot swelled thick and bigger than ever within him as he jerked his hips in short little thrusts, filling and filling him with seed, and his arms cradled Rumlow as though to protect him from the rough cement, the broken rubble all around them.