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[This life has not been an easy one, but it might have been better than the one he had on the streets. He kept himself thinking that when things got tough.

At least I have food. He thinks when the training gets so hard he wants to collapse. At least I have a roof over my head, runs through his mind when the guards get rough. At least I'm not alone, is what keeps him going on the hardest nights.

The soldier had been his teacher since he arrived here. He wasn't known as Bucky or James until later, when they started to talk outside of knife fights. It's hard though when the only person you really care about doesn't remember your name or face most of the time, on top of him being frozen for months or even years at a time. It had been one of those moments, where they hadn't seen each other in years. It's obvious when Bucky can only recall him as a young boy and yet a man now stood in his place.

He sighs heavily, pulling his bangs that escaped his pony tail out of his face as he waits near Bucky. He's so tired, but at least they had some time to kill now. When Bucky calls him over he smiles and instantly moves.]

Need something? [He speaks with a smirk on his face.]

[You. But that's not something Bucky is capable of saying. He wants to say he's sorry for things that he had no control over and that he's sorry that the next hour is all they'll have before Bucky's the soldier again. That he'll forget him and it'll hurt more the next time Bucky's lucid.

He doesn't say any of those things. He can't.]

Yes.

[Bucky reaches out, snagging Zevran's wrist and tugging him forward, only to push him back towards the wall.]

We have one hour. We're not going to waste it.

[He allows the smallest hint of that desperation to show on his face, unsmiling lips pressed tight into a hard line, fingers working open Zevran's clothes methodically.]

I'm all ears.

[He speaks softly to match the others tone. That smirk just turns into grin when he feels Bucky's hand around his wrist and the pull has him against the other man in moments. His eyes travel down Bucky's figure, following his hands and fingers as they unhook his body armor.]

Oh, so that's what you want.

[He chuckles before his body leans into his and lips caress softly against his unsmiling ones. Zevran's hands start to unclasp Bucky's vest. He yearns to touch his old mentor's skin. He had lied awake at night since he was a teen, imagining how it would feel if it was Bucky's hand that replaced his own around his cock. His skin tingles now that he might get the chance to have that happen.]

I didn't know I interested you in that way.

Be quiet.

[Bucky's words are full of heat, but lack any real conviction. His lips twitch against Zevran's, warm and soft, and he licks his own, inhaling raggedly as he tugs Zevran's shirt over his head. His fingers knock aside fabric, trousers opened and shoved roughly down hips.]

You do.

[He continues to push Zevran's trousers down as his other hand works its way into his hair, curling and dragging the other's head back roughly. Bucky kisses his way down his throat, nipping and sucking, working blood to the surface in marks that Zevran will get to keep long after Bucky's back under.]

How could you not?

[He tries to chuckle but the feeling of fingers in his hair and teeth against skin make him moan instead. His knees are already getting weak and they have just barely started. His hands finally feel bare skin as he pulls the leather of his body armor off and to the side. His blunt nails skim across Bucky's muscles and move down to his waist to unbuckle the belt and pull at his pants.]

Guess I just need work reading that handsome face of yours.

[He teases, not really taking that order to be silent to heart. Truth be told, he honestly didn't know if his flirting had gotten to Bucky. Sure, sometimes Bucky reacted, but it was rare. He's glad for this though, and will all too gladly take all this and more.]

I've wanted this for awhile though.

You do.

[Bucky only draws back enough to let his armor and clothes be stripped off him, teeth scraping along Zevran's collarbone and fingers digging into his side. He loosens his grip of Zevran's hair to grab his wrists and pin them above his head. Bucky rolls his hips forward, eyelashes fluttering, but not making any noise.]

How long? [He has no real concept of the time they've actually known one another. Zevran has grown up in front of him in sporadic bursts.] Tell me.

[He's already hard, grinding their hips together and reveling in the friction of his cock dragging against fabric.]

[His low moan turns into a hiss as air is sucked between his teeth. His arms are limp and put up little resistance to Bucky as he pins him. His breath is already hard and heavy. The feeling of Bucky against him gets him hard, and the friction they made together as Zevran rolls his hips against Bucky's makes him leak. He stares at Bucky with half lidded, hungry eyes. His jaw slack as he leans forward, wanting to taste his mouth again.

He wasn't sure exactly how many years he had been desiring his former mentor. Maybe as long as his hormones had been flowing through him. He had never done anything about it except lie awake and wonder what could be, until he was nearly a man and he decided it was time to do something. So he started to flirt, he was terrible at it-- or maybe Bucky just didn't understand what he had been trying to do. Either way he kept flirting during every mission they had together, hoping that one day he would get more than a stray smirk now and then.]

A long time. [He tries to chuckle but it just turns into a moan as his tilts up and his hips lean out for more contact.] I started flirting with you 3 missions ago.

[Bucky listens, always quiet and observant, recalling three missions ago and coming up short as to exactly which one that might be. He gets the resets when he needs them, whenever they tell him that it's necessary, and it messes with his grasp on time.]

Describe it. Tell me what you said.

[He pushes away from Zevran and slips down to his knees. Bucky's fingers are quick, sure motions unhooking the rest of Zevran's clothes, tugging his pants down to his feet. He makes quick work of his boots, eyes flicking up impatiently when Zevran doesn't respond fast enough. He leans in and nips the top of Zevran's thigh.]

Tell me in detail.

[He hadn't really meant his complaint about Zevran talking, feels quite the opposite, and he wants to hear the words.]

[In detail, huh? Well he can do that. His back leans against the wall of the abandoned house that they were hiding in. His hands lightly shake as his finger rake through Bucky's hair.]

First time it was just me, being an arrogant peacock. [He chuckles as he remembers that rather fondly.] I made sure to be the best I could for that mission, and near the end of the last night I asked you if you needed anything in your tent assassinated. You gave me a smirk, but that was it.

[His fingers pull through Bucky's hair again.] Second time I didnt flirt much, I wasn't sure what you wanted the same. But then you surprised me and invited me to your tent. We kissed, I wanted more, but you left.

The last time we were not alone. Not until the end. We were in the back of truck with the cargo. As soon as we were alone you took my hand, kissed me and said 'I thought he would never leave.'

[Bucky listens, but he works, too. His fingers nimbly extract Zevran's feet from his boots, allowing him to completely remove his pants. And then he's only listening, his palms resting on Zevran's thighs, eyes lifted upward to meet the other's.]

I don't remember the first two.

[There's a flash of remorse, something deeper, and then it's gone, face blank again.]

I remember the last. [He drags his hands up and up as he stands, fingers raking over Zevran's now completely naked form, eyes tracking the movements of his hands and fingers. Bucky's still in his pants, unbuttoned, but he doesn't mind.] I wanted him to go. I don't like when he's around.

I don't like the way he looks at you. [Like Zevran is property. Like they both are. To be used, patched up, and stored away until needed.] I wanted you for myself.

[He dips in to kiss him, soft, his tongue pressing against his lips.]

We have to hurry.

It's fine, you remember something.

[He smooths through Bucky's hair with his fingers as he offers a small smile. He's happy that Bucky even remembers these feelings he's having right now. It's normally a toss up whether or not he knows who Zevran is most days.

He doesn't dwell on those thoughts for long. He leans into the kiss, wanting more and parts his lips for Bucky's tongue before he pulls away to tell them they had to hurry. Knowing their lucky that awful man would be the one that finds them here. Wouldn't that be something to explain to the higher ups. His fingers glide down Bucky's back and slide to his front to push his pants and whatever is under them down past his hips. Zevran lowers himself, kissing along his chest, ribs, and belly as he drops to his knees. He makes quick work to unbuckle his boots so that Bucky is bare before him. He doesn't wait, or speak with teasing words, he knows they don't have long. He isn't sure when they will have another moment like this. He doesn't want to waste it, and as impossible as it might be, he wants to make it as unforgettable as he can.

His own cock is hard and already leaking as it taps against his belly. He has wanted this for so long, he can't help but be excited. The sight of Bucky, naked and wanting him is enough to make it twitch. His eyes glance from Bucky to his cock and back to those baby blues before he licks his palm wet with spit and curls it around the base of his cock. He gives him a gentle squeeze before he leans in, kissing the tip before his lips part around the head and he takes him into his mouth with a moan.]

[Bucky doesn't know what he wants, exactly, until Zevran's lowering himself to his knees, mouth warm down his chest and belly. Even then, what he wants is flexible and depends on whatever it is that his partner might want. That desperation is just as strong, curled up under his skin and aching, and the time limit that they've found themselves in only draws out that anticipation and need.

He does regret, though, that Zevran's new position means that Bucky can't get anywhere near the hard cock between the man's thighs.

His eyes meet Zevran's, dropping down to his hand as he wets his palm, and then fists Bucky's cock. He doesn't remember the last time he's experienced this, even if his mind supplies quietly that he has, it all feels new. It's that moan that gets him, breaks through his resolve and makes his legs shake, cock twitching inside Zevran's mouth. Bucky's fingers slide through Zevran's hair, curling tight and tugging, but not guiding him forward or pulling him back. He lets his eyes fall shut and head tip back, the other man's name a whisper or plea falling from his lips.]

[His cheeks hollow around Bucky's cock as his lips pull down his sheath. His hand strokes carefully behind his lips, his thumb pressing slightly at the vein on the underside. With an obscene pop his lips leave his head. His tongue licks at his head and the underside of his cock as his hand carefully pumps back and forth. He wets his lips before he takes him into his mouth once more. Those fingers in his hair encourage him as he takes his free hand and pushes slightly on Bucky's naked hip.]

[The soldier’s mind drifts to broken things, fragments of smiles and whispers, Zevran’s face as he looks out through the glass before he goes under. It makes his chest hurt, that desperation magnify until he almost can’t breathe, and a groan slips past his lips, eyes wide.

Then Bucky’s reaching down, sliding his cock from Zevran’s mouth, and pulling him up by his shoulders, lifting him and pressing to the wall.]

Stop.

[Let him. He doesn’t deserve to feel that good. Zevran does, and he can give that to him. He hasn’t forgotten how. Bucky slips an arm beneath Zevran’s thighs and guides them around his waist, his other hand moving to push two fingers into the other’s mouth.]

[Zevran's mind is a fog as he sits on his knees with Bucky in his mouth. The only thing on his mind is the man before him. His eyes flutter lightly, glancing up at Bucky's face. He wants this man to feel only pleasure, and the fact he's the one that will give it to him makes his chest swell with pride.

But then Bucky tells him to stop. The fog clears as his jaw slacks as he is abruptly pulls from his place and against the wall. His brow furrows for a moment before Bucky pulls his legs out from under him. He leans against the wall, his smirk returns as the metal of metal comes to his mouth. His lips close around the metal, and while he wants something else in his mouth he will gladly suck on this as well.]

[The soldier can’t feel the warm heat of Zevran’s mouth around his fingers, sensation wasn’t a feature of his metal arm, but he can imagine what it might feel like. Something close, though not as sensitive, as to the way it’d felt to have the other’s mouth around his cock.

He rocks his fingers in and out, presses the tips along Zevran’s tongue and glides them slowly back and forth. His eyes track the movements. His pupils are blown. Bucky’s going to fuck him hard against the wall after he uses his fingers to make it easier, less painful.]

Красивая малютка. Готов?

[He doesn’t realize he’s reverted to Russian. The language is natural on his tongue, and he removes his fingers only to hear the answer to his question.]

[A small chain of low grunts leave his throat each time his fingers move across his tongue. The metallic taste isn't unpleasant, he likes it enough that when his fingers start to leave his head cranes to follow until he is out of reach. A wet string of saliva keeps his lips and Bucky's fingers together for a moment until it breaks.

He lips his lips as he leans back against the wall, his eyes staring with desire. He almost wants to pinch himself, he must be dreaming because it's all just too good. He doesn't want to ever wake up from this.]

Трахни меня. [He answers back in Russian. It doesn't sound as natural as Bucky's speech, Zevran has more of an accent to his words. But his voice low and desperate all the same. His cock is hard between them, leaking enough to drip precum and have it slide down toward his thighs.] Трахни меня Теперь.

[Bucky's metal arm is stronger.

His other arm is strong enough. He tips forward to let Zevran slide down the wall; he turns him around and pins him against it with his chest. He tips his hips forward and briefly rocks against him, pushing his cock against his thigh, groaning near his ear.]

Раздвинь ноги.

[He kisses Zevran's shoulder, biting the junction where his throat bends, and then he slips his damp fingers down. Bucky rubs the pad of one metal finger against Zevran's entrance, pressing inward with a soft exhalation. He doesn't want to cause him pain, but time is not on their side.

Rocking slowly, he rubs his other hand over Zevran's back, waiting for his body to relax before increasing how fast and far he pushes his finger inside.]

[Zevran could feel his heart start to beat a bit fast. He moves with Bucky, letting him set them up for what is to come. His hands rest on Bucky's shoulders and he takes a shakey breath and his legs spread for him.

He holds his breath when he feels those cold metal fingers against him. He feels the pressure and hisses lightly through his teeth as his head falls to Bucky's shoulder. It hurt, but he knew they didn't have time. He exhales with another hiss, his face burrowing into Bucky's neck.

His body is tense for a few moments as he settles. His hips started to move slightly, trying to get himself ready as quick as he can. Each move made it slightly easier, his head tilts off Bucky's shoulder and against the wall as quiet gasps and grunts came from his open mouth.]

[Another time. A better time. Bucky will make this all up to Zevran. He'll draw it all out and make it last. He'll kiss him and open him up slowly, on a bed somewhere it isn't too hot and isn't too cold. That's what he'll do. A silent promise that he doesn't know that he can keep, but somehow, it shifts the moment and makes it sweeter. Not less than.

Bucky can tell that it hurts - ] В следующий раз, ты меня трахнул.

[It should have been this time, but it's a mistake he can't fall back out of now. They both want this and he needs to push through doubt and make it good for Zevran.

He rocks his finger, the metal warming with each pass. In and out until Zevran's body can take it past the second knuckle, and then he hooks his finger, searches out the small spot that gives pleasure. He kisses Zevran's face, his cheeks, throat, anything that he can reach as he slips a second finger in along with the first.]

Я в порядке.

[His voice is a bit tense as he tries to smoothe any worries Bucky might have. He repeats it once more before his voice shudders into a moan. Goosebumps shiver up his spine and raise up on his body as his eyes open wide. Bucky's finger found that sensitive spot. It made his cock twitch between them and his whole body press against the wall.]

Oh fuck-

He reverts back to English as he feels that second finger slip into him.[ Do...do that again.

[The last thing he wanted was for Zevran to remember this as a painful, uncomfortable experience, but tension eases way into shudders and moans. Goosebumps spray across Zevran's golden skin and wide eyes meet Bucky's. He holds his gaze.

He curls his fingers, slow and the pressure is insistent.]

They'll never take this.

[He whispers the words against Zevran's throat, muffling his voice as he thrusts both fingers in and out, rocking them and hitting his prostate. Bucky shifts his stance, curling his arm so he can work his fingers deeper.]

[They could.

It's Zevran's first thought as he now withers against the wall with his mouth open and grunting. They could take this, make Bucky forget again, they were going to do that as soon as the mission is over. Zevran knows it will just hurt the next time he sees Bucky and he just stares with that vacant look.

He doesn't speak his thoughts. They have this moment now, and Zevran could remember it vividly enough for the both of them. So when Bucky asks about them again, he can go into greater detail.

The low moans become louder, and more urgent when both fingers find that spot. His back arches off of the wall and blunt nails press into Bucky's flesh shoulder.] T-there. Fuck-

[His cock leaks and twitched with each caress. He isn't sure how long he can last, but he knows what he wants right now, and they don't have time to just fool around with foreplay.]

I'm ready- Bucky, Mi leon, we don't have a lot of time.

[Bucky continues to move his fingers, increasing the speed, and watching with wide eyes as Zevran's pleasure becomes a physical reaction. Precome leaks down from Zevran's cock; he withdraws his fingers and smears his palm across the tip. There's barely enough slick to stroke over his own length, adding to his own, but it's enough, it has to be.

He has a flash of memory, a faceless lover. A different time that clouds over in his mind as quickly as it had come until Zevran's face replaces them and a possessive, selfish desire for him to be the only lover the other man knows takes hold. He makes no noise now, the sound mostly trained out of him, even as he gets himself ready he doesn't moan.

Not even when he hikes both of Zevran's legs up and hooks them around his waist, pins him to the wall again. Nor when he presses the head of his cock to Zevran's hole and pushes until the head slips past resistance. His fingers grips both of Zevran's thighs hard enough to bruise, his chest rises and falls against the other man's, his mouth latches onto his throat and bites down.]

Nev- they'll never take this.

[A statement. A plea.]

[Zevran's mouth hangs open as Bucky pushes into him. He's louder than he should be, as an assassin he should be nearly as quiet as Bucky. He feels too much to keep silent though. His eyes closed as his neck cranes upwards against the wall, giving Bucky more skin to sink teeth into. He hopes it leaves a mark, enough for everyone to see. He wants to show it off and tell the other Crows what it's like to feel desired, wanted, and safe with someone-- if only temporary.

He's tight around Bucky. He's never done anything like this before. He's thought about it, but never had the chance or time to do it. He finds himself now wanting no one else but Bucky as his hands bruising Zevran's thighs, lips sucking at his neck, and his dick is buried deep in him.]

I won't- I won't let them.

[He says with the same pleading tone.]

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