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[Bucky'd been a beat cop for ten years before he was promoted to detective. First day on the job and Stark Tech rolled out new equipment for the force - the kind that in his opinion was completely unnecessary and could with a five second scan, tell the cop using the gun what race the person was. Yeah, they'd been having problems with people disguising themselves to commit crimes but this was overkill. Now there were innocent people being singled out for having a drop of blood from another race in their system. First goddman day with his dream job and Rumlow from homicide makes a joke, scans Bucky and that was that.

One fourth Orc, from his Pa's side. Somehow, he didn't look it. Was built like an orc. All muscle and strength, that he did a damn fine job of hiding. He was demoted for lying on his resume ten years ago. And the thing was, he hadn't lied back then. He hadn't known. His Pa was never around and when he did show up, Bucky'd already been a cop. Hadn't thought there was any point in revealing that new information and he regretted not doing something about it sooner. He was a good cop. A great cop but the force didn't need the attention so he was kicked out. By the time he'd stopped wallowing in self pity, that Stark Tech was available in every home and business. Laws had changed to make it legal. The only way to take a job was to find someone who didn't care or didn't care, and neither were exactly good prospects.

A fella on the force, a friend, put him in touch with a family in Elf District that wanted someone of his particular background. The strength of an orc but looked human. His background was what got him the job. Bodyguard. To some elf celebrity who belonged to an ancient Elf family; code for old, rich and don't fuck with. He'd seen the guy on the billboards and tv. Bucky didn't have an issue with elves or dwarves or centaurs or whatever, but it wasn't the job he wanted and he didn't have any choice but to take it.

That was two years ago, today. And, even if he wouldn't admit it, Bucky fucking loved his job. That elf had a large part in why he enjoyed it so much, but that was something that wasn't going to happen. He'd have to pine quietly, for god knows how long, and pretend he was fine while doing it.]

Wake up. [Bucky shoves his booted shoe under the elf's side and flips his body with one strong push.] It's two in the goddamn afternoon. You're gonna be late.

[Again. For his own birthday party. He knew the elf had to get ready. Bucky didn't want to hear it from the elf's mother if he didn't show up close to when he was supposed to. The only reason he was as aggressive now as he was - well, the elf would see when he opened his eyes and looked two feet to Bucky's left, a foot behind him. Yeah, pal, that's your Dad. Your pissed off Elf Dad who paid Bucky to keep you safe. Get up and tell you'll be on time.]

[Zevran was having a lovely dream. Himself in a hot tub with someone else. Someone strong, fair skin, dark hair, broad and scarred shoulders and a tattoo that ran down to his wrist. His hands all over him as he sank down under the water and then-- he feels something kick him out of his sleep.

He startles himself away and actually gives Bucky a glare as he sits up and ruffles his hair. It doesn't last long, he can't be upset with Bucky. Two years they have known each other, and they were the best of his life to be honest. No one else could keep up with or deal with Zevran's ways as Bucky did. He cared for the man, in many ways which would have tabloids blowing up if only they knew. He sighs and stretches. He doesn't sleep with any clothes on, and those sheets are settling dangerously low on his hips.]

So rough, you know I--[He cuts himself off when he sees the man behind him.

Oh.

He pulls the sheets a little closer to the hips as he rises from the bed and greets his scowling father with a smile, a kiss on the cheek and begins to speak in elvish. His father couldn't speak English-- or he has no desire to learn it is a better explanation. Both his mother and father were from the Elvish homelands. They were old blood, powerful, and Zevran was their only child. Being such long lived beings, elvish birthrates were low. To have a child was like gold almost, and they treated Zevran as such. It was only luck that Zevran had more talents than just heir to his parent's legacy. He honestly wanted to get away from that, but his parents always found ways to pull him back in. His father's scowl remains, but at least his tone isn't that harsh. It only takes a few convincing words for the elder elf to leave and a heavy sigh escapes Zevran.]

Whose birthday is this? I feel like it is theirs with all this fuss.

[How Bucky wanted to wake Zevran up, he couldn't. Not with his father here and not when he wasn't. It was unprofessional and against the rules, not to mention that he'd be going against almost every class law in existence - unspoken and otherwise. He'd kiss him awake, if he could. Press his mouth to those soft lips and tangle his fingers in pale hair, maybe even push him to the mattress and kiss down that lean body until.. No. It can't happen and there was no point in thinking about it.

He steps aside, towards one wall and watches the elf kiss his father. Bucky has picked up some of the language while working for them, but not enough to completely follow along. He got by, though. Bucky nods to Zevran's father as he takes his leave.]

It's for all of you. They love you. Let them show it.

[Not all parents could afford to do so and not all that many wanted to. Bucky's own did their best, but nothing like this. He wasn't jealous, rather, he was happy that his charge had two people who cared so much about him around.]

Get dressed, smile a little, and then you're done.

[He takes another careful step towards the door. He knew how Zevran could get and with that thin sheet hanging low on his hips, hair sleep-tousled and cheeks a soft pink, yeah - he might not be so strong if the elf came onto him today.]

We can go by that place you like to dance after the party. [Bucky didn't hate it there, but he didn't like many of Zevran's friends.] My birthday present to you.

Yes, yes. I know.

[He waves it off rather casually. Even if it was for him, he didn't need all of this. He should at least be able to spend his birthday doing what he wanted, and with who. But what he wanted is very much mixed in with a certain who. He wouldn't have minded if Bucky woke him up with a slow and tender kiss. It would have made being awake and away from his dream a bit better. To feel his weight on top of him, those solid muscles, the scratching from the scruff on his face....He needs to stop thinking about it before it starts to show.

A smile still comes to his face as he thinks about all those wonderful things. He didn't care about the laws that said they couldn't be together. If Bucky would allow him too, he would be his. But sometimes his guard is a little too hard to read. One moment he is flirting back, and the next he is cold and unamused. Sometimes Zevran wonders how he really feels.]

Oh? [He steps forward, that smile now turning to a smirk. With one hand he holds the sheet tight around his waist, but each moment his grip becomes looser, the fabric starts to sink and dip past his hips as Zevran closes in on Bucky. His free hand now on his chest as he leans close enough to feel warm from Bucky's body.]

What if I want something else?

[Bucky folds his arms over his chest, batting Zevran's hand away, and scowling down at the blond as he closes up the space between them. He doesn't put move away yet. That would be giving in or showing a sign of weakness, neither of which he'll do with this elf in particular. Give an inch and he'd take a mile, Bucky was certain of it.]

That's too damn bad, punk.

[He leans forward until their noses are almost touching. Reaches down with both hands and grips the sheet.] Why'd you always gotta push me.

[Tugging at the fabric, he draws it up to Zevran's chest and knots it firmly there. He smiles, a little smug and completely amused with the situation. He pats his cheek and then bodily pushes the elf in a circle and shoves him towards the on suite.]

You know why. Don't ruin your birthday.

[Bucky steps back then, turns and moves to the door. He won't leave the elf alone in his room, but the more space the better. Zevran had to know how tempting he was and Bucky's resolve would only last for so long. It was already teetering on the line between doing something against the rules and having to put in a resignation notice so he could do something that was less against the rules, but still not okay.]

It's fun.

[He says in a low voice as he tries to lean towards. Bucky is strong though, that hand against his chest keeps him from moving. He frowns when feels those hands leave his skin in favor of the cloth. His frown deepens when he feels it get tied around his chest.

Really?]

Would it really be ruining it if I wanted it?

[If they both wanted it? He knows that Bucky desires him, in ways that he hopes are similar to his own desires. He wanted to feel Bucky's skin against him. To feel his hands bruise his skin, and his weight crush on top of him. He feels his face grow warm at the thought of it, and then his heart sinks a little at the realization that it will never happen.

He watches as Bucky turns and puts space between them. He turns as well, pulling at the knot to untie the sheet and lets it fall to the floor. He's been naked in front of Bucky before, he didn't mind nor did he think that Bucky did as well. He throws the sheet back onto the bed as he moves to the closet to get dressed.]

I don't even know what to wear. [He changes the subject as he doesn't want to linger on such negative thoughts.]

Don't ruin it by making me be mean to you.

[Bucky's jaw gets tight, eyes darting to the side. He's already breaking the rules offering to take Zevran to the club after his party is over and he can't push himself to do that much more than that. If the elf keeps doing this, he'll break and then they'll both be in trouble. Bucky's already decided that he's going to be the one that is responsible for them both. He has to be.]

Wear that new suit.

[He perks up at the mention of clothing. A safe topic, one that Bucky could indulge in without too much concern. Zevran looked good in anything he put on, but those were Bucky's favorites.]

Yeah, wear something your parents would like to your party and take clothes to change into. Your loose pants with that purple shirt, the one that shows your belly.

[Bucky looks away as he says that, moving to Zevran's bed to straighten it up a little. Better that than anything else he could be touching.]

Then we'll go have breakfast and head to the venue. The sweeter you are to your mom and dad, the less likely they'll care when you tell them your ready to leave a little earlier than they'd originally planned.

They already know I can't stand this type of thing.

[Honestly it would be a miracle if he made through dinner. He would try his best, but the promise of leaving to go to the club is just enough to get him excited. He wants the party over and it hasn't even started yet.

His lips curl into a smile as he hears Bucky's suggestion. A suit and then a crop top? He could do that. He smiles a bit more, the fact that Bucky suggested it means that the intended purpose of that shirt worked. To draw attention, he's glad that it's Bucky's.]

You like that shirt? [He looks over his shoulder as he starts to dress. He buttons his shirt, pulls on his fitted pants, and starts to toy with his vest and tie.] I guess I have to wear it more often then.

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