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The heavy wooden door slams shut, echoing through the safe house. Boots are kicked off, jackets removed and hung on the coat rack. Aside from the shuffling of fabric and a few sharp exhales, there is silence.

Zemo walks quietly into the kitchen, soft clatters and the sound of running water fill the silence as he prepares tea. Sam and Bucky exchange looks of annoyance and exhaustion. Then, Sam's phone chirps. Looking at it, he swears under his breath.

"They need me to go to the embassy for the debrief. Apparently Ross is there." Frustration and bitter humor thick in his voice as he speaks. The Baron turns, a confused look already on his delicate features, while Bucky groans loudly.

"We just got back, now they want us to turn around and high tail it across the country." He mutters, walking back towards his boots.

"Well, count your lucky stars Buck, cause it's just me they want. You can stay here and keep watching over Mr I'm-too-good-to-tell-my-partners-shit over here." Sam glares at the Sokovian, who's sporting an almost board look.

"It wasn't necessary for me to tell you anything, Samuel, and if I must remind you, it did make the entire act more believable as well."

"Yea well maybe I don't like being surprised by you meeting up with an ex girlfriend in the middle of a room full of dudes with rocket launchers." Sam snaps back, but the fight is draining out of his body. "Man I wish we had a driver or some shit."

"We do, Sam. I'll call him, he can drive you to Brussels."

"You've been... Bucky this motherfucker's been holdin' out on us the entire fuckin..." He shakes his head, an almost grin on his face.

With enough time for Sam to run to the bathroom and change his clothes, Zemo's driver shows up and Sam says a few parting words as he walks back out the door.

"You gonna survive with him? Can you make it till morning?" He chuckles, and Bucky lets a grin slip onto his face.

"Yea, I'm gonna make him regret being an egotistical prick. Trust me." Sam just laughs, clapping Bucky's shoulder as he leaves. The door shuts, and a wave of peace washes over him. He enjoys spending time with Sam, he really does, but an entire night in a sound proof house with his boyfriend? That's a delicacy he can't feel regret about indulging in.

"James, would you like a cup? It's the raspberry one you're fond of." Helmut calls, already sounding more relaxed.

"Yea sweetheart, that would be great." He responds, walking into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around Helmut's waist. Bucky's lips press to the nape of his neck, earning a soft sigh.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know she would be there. I didn't even know she was alive." Helmut says softly, unprompted.

"I figured, I saw how surprised you were. Sam just doesn't know you as well so he missed it. It's okay Hels." His words are spoken into the soft skin behind Zemo's ear, causing the man to shiver. Leaning back into him, the shorter man turns to catch Bucky's lips with his own, a tender kiss warming them both.

"Are you hungry? I can make us something." Helmut asks, reaching towards the fridge. Bucky keeps his arms firmly around his waist, locking him against his body.

"You look delicious, think I might get a bite a you." He teases, running his teeth over Helmut's ear, listening to the soft gasp it earns.

"You're insatiable, honestly." The words have no heat behind them, and the shorter man even rocks his hips backwards as he speaks. Bucky kisses at his throat and the back of his neck, tugging him towards their bedroom. Officially, Bucky was sleeping on the couch, there were only two bedrooms in this safehouse, one for Sam and his Cap gear, and one for Zemo. However, Helmut had graciously offered half of his walk in closet for Bucky's clothes and gear, giving them a decent cover if Sam catches Bucky sneaking out of the bedroom in the morning.

"James!" Helmut seethes, tugging himself out of Bucky's grip, looking offended. "We are not letting this tea go cold because you can't control your cock."

"Aww sweetheart, you know I'm more fun than a cup of tea. We can make more later, I'll carry you out of I have to." A smirk sits on Bucky's face as Helmut's cheeks pinken, the implications making him pauses and truly make a choice. Tea? Or mind blowing, brain numbing sex? Bucky watches as he makes the choice in his head, his lips tightening in annoyance and a deep sigh coming from his chest.

"You're very lucky you're good at reminding me why I tolerate your disregard for a decent cup of tea." He grumbles, sinking back into Bucky's open arms.

"Nah, I just know what makes you feel good." The taller man chuckles, tugging Helmut around to face him. Leaning in, their lips meet in a heated kiss, hands gripping at biceps and waists. Bucky reaches down to scoop his lover up onto his hips, one hand holding him firmly under a thigh, the other wrapping around his waist and tugging him close.

Bucky walks them back to their bedroom, the kisses pressed over his face by the man in his arms making him feel light and warm. It had been so hard to accept the level of affection Helmut had wanted to give him at first, but now he craved each kiss, each stroke of his cheek, each pass of delicate yet lethal hands through his hair. Closing their door, he walks over and lays his boyfriend out onto their bed, on the expensive, luxurious fabric, and begins to tug his clothes off of him.

"Ya know, kinda still sore about you pulling that stunt earlier, then letting her cling on you like that." Bucky murmurs into Helmut's neck, his teeth scraping down the sensitive skin. A moan rumbles from Helmut's chest, and his hands grip Bucky's shoulders like a lifeline.

"I do remember apologizing about 10 minutes ago dearest." He drawls, slightly breathless as Bucky grinds his hips into the Baron. "Besides, I quite enjoy your jealous side." It's the smirk that snips away at the taunt strands of self control Bucky's clinging to.

"You like my jealous side, and your best idea to bring it out was to let a woman who's had your cock inside her get her hands all over you?" The taller man growls, his face darkening with a possessive look. "She was lookin' at you like she remembered exactly how you felt."

"We were together while I was trying to piss off my father, our intimacy was, aggressive."

"Does she know how pretty you beg to be fucked? Has she seen that sweet face of yours when you're getting bred up?" Bucky rumbles, his words send shockwaves through Helmut. A whine rips from his throat, high and needy. They've stripped each other down to their boxers, Bucky resting his fingers over Helmut's hips.

"No one does, you know you're my first, James."

"You keep saying that and I just have a hard time believing it." Bucky grins, nipping at the Baron's bottom lip as he kisses his lover with hunger burning in his veins. "Especially when you take me so well, always begging for more. I know I'm not small, Hels."

"James, please."

Bucky presses hip lips over Helmut's neck as he rolls and rocks their hips together, drawing soft gasps and moans from them both and their clothed cocks press together. He kisses lower, over collar bones and down defined but soft pectoral muscles. His fingers drift along the waistband of silken boxers, dipping slightly into them to tug the fabric down as fingers tangle in his hair.

"Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I swear I don't want her, I just want you, James." Helmut keens, his face twisted with desperation as Bucky slowly pulls the underwear down, letting his cock slap against his lower belly as it's released.

"All these sweet words, maybe I should've fucked you in front of her, showed her who you really belong to." Bucky lets his voice drop low, watching the shiver run through his boyfriend, watching his cock twitch at the thought.

"Anything you want, I'm begging you dearest."

"Oh I know you're begging, I can hear you. Begging for my cock like a bitch in heat, like you can't think unless I'm fucking your guts full of me. Oh Hels, I wish they could see you like this, begging like the little slut you are." An unabashedly wrecked noise escapes the man beneath him, and Bucky feels pride glowing in his veins. For all the bravado and showmanship, the Baron melts like butter under his fingers every time. He loves it. Not only the power, but the absolute trust they have in each other.

Tugging and tossing the boxers onto the floor, he reaches into the nightstand and pulls out the half empty bottle of lube they keep tucked aside. Slicking his fingers he looks up to see Helmut has rolled onto his stomach and tucked his knees up under him, ass on full display in the air, arms tucked under his head. Silently begging for Bucky to fill him. The possession burns brighter in his chest.

"What a good boy, already made his hole nice and easy for me to fuck huh? Look at you, I'm so fucking lucky Hels, you're stunning when you're desperate like this." Bucky purrs, pressing two vibranium fingers against his ass. They'd gotten lucky and had been able to fuck the night previously, and Zemo's body is still marginally slack on Bucky's fingers.

"Yes, need you James, need you." Helmut's voice has gone low and raspy, his cheeks a deep flushed red as he rocks back slightly into the pressure. Bucky groans, feeling his cock throb as he sinks his two finger deep into the younger man, drawing a relived sigh. Humming happily, Zemo begins to rock his hips, fucking himself on Bucky's hand. It earns him a bemused laugh and a gentle swat to his ass.

"You really are a bitch in heat, huh?" Angling his fingers, he grazes against Helmut's prostate and soaks in the gasp that it earns him. Drizzling a bit more lube onto his fingers, he adds a third, watching as his lover's hole stretches easily, almost greedily, around the metal fingers. Another strangled whine escapes Helmut, followed quickly by pleased groans.

"James, you feel so good, make, ahh, me feel so good. Please, stop playing with, fuuuck yes, playing with me and ahhh, fuck, yes, fuck just fuck me James please!" The Baron's breathy and increasingly desperate whines drive Bucky wild, his skin feels feverish with need as he pulls his fingers out. Quickly dropping his own boxers, he slicks his cock with a generous amount of lube. The few strokes he gives himself draw a groan as heat pools in his gut, the sight of his boyfriend bent over and stretched out making him almost dizzy.

"Okay sweetheart, you ready?" Bucky kneels behind him, cock pressed against his well stretched and lubed hole. At this angle, he can looks down and see Helmut's face, all blissed out and slack with pleasure.

"James, if you don't fuck me in the next 5 seconds I will strap you to the bed and do it myself." Helmut threatens, the half smirk on his face giving him away. Bucky grins back, pressing slowly into the wet, tight heat of the other man. The head of his cock sinks in, and he watches memorized as he presses the full length himself slowly into the tight hole. Finally, he's balls deep, hips pressed flush against Helmut's ass and he looks to see his whiskey brown eyes rolled back in his head, mouth slack and panting.

"There sweetheart, all nice and full again. You feel better?" He teases, leaning down to kiss freckled shoulders and nuzzle the nape of Helmut's neck.

"James," He sighs, a soft smile on his face. "You're perfect."

A rush of pleasure shoots up Bucky's spine, dancing across brain at his love's words. Kissing his cheek, Bucky rolls his hips, rocking himself a couple inches out then back in. The tight, soft heat makes his eyes roll back, and the sounds coming from Helmut's mouth are rapidly driving him to the edge.

"Damn it Hels, you're so good for me, so tight and hot, best I've ever had." He groans, his left hand coming up to rest by carmel brown hair, holding his weight while his right hand snakes around the smaller man's chest, holding him tightly as Bucky snaps his hips into him. Helmut whines at the praise, his own left hand reaching to grasp onto Bucky's vibranium wrist, his palm slipping against the smooth metal.

"James, James please!" Helmut gasps, his words nearly lost over the sound of Bucky's hips smacking against him, each thrust punching out sounds of pleasure.

"Please what pretty boy?" Bucky growls in his ear, knowing how much the Baron loves it.

"Fuck, James, please! Cum in me please! Fuck, fuck James, oh my, James cum inside me please!" His desperate words are punctuated with soft uhs each time Bucky fucks into him, making sure he's going deep and hitting all his favorite spots each time.

"You want me to cum in your ass, Hels? Want me to fuck you nice and full?"

"Please! Please James, fuck you're massive, I want to feel it for days, want to feel you inside me forever James please."

"You're such a size queen, you know that? My pretty boy slut, always needy for his ass to be fucked by a fat cock." The whine that rips from his throat sends Bucky over the edge, he stuffs himself as deep as he can, clinging tightly to Helmut as his cock throbs, pumping inside his boyfriend. He knows he produces more cum than an un-enhanced human, but he can't stop how good it feels to fill a tight hole to the point it's leaking back out onto his thighs while he's still inside.

"Ahhh, so good, so good James. Love how it feels when you cum inside me." Helmut's voice is light, almost dizzy as he speaks, a dopey smile on his lips. Bucky grins, his chest thumping with pride.

"Sweetheart, look at you, I fucked you dumb didn't I? Pretty and cock drunk, my perfect guy." He smirks, his cock twitching again as he sees Helmut grin, rocking his hips back and fucking himself on Bucky's cock.

"More." The mumbled demand makes the taller man laugh softly, but he complies. This time, though, he pulls out and shifts Zemo onto his back, tucking the man's legs round his waist as he slides back into his cum slick hole.

"Fuuuck Hels, how are you so damn tight." Bucky moans, lifting slim, soft hips up to rest on his pelvis. He feels the tingles of pleasure spinning through his brain, dancing across his skin like an electric current. Before the other can protest, he begins a quick, almost rough pace, angling his hips so he's punching Helmut's prostate with each deep thrust, earning him sweet ah-ah-uhs as he watches his lover's face. Helmut's mouth is slack, his eyes mostly unfocused but locked onto Bucky's face, watching each other as they moan and pant and gasp, the sounds of their bodies moving together filling the room.

"James, dearest, I'm so, so close. You fill me so well, feel so incredible." Helmut's eyes slide closed as he whispers into Bucky's neck, the serum ensuring his ears hear the soft words.

"Hels, sweetheart, you gonna cum for me?"

"James." Zemo mewls, his fingers clutching at vibranium and soft brown hair.

"Oh sweetheart, I can feel it, you're so hot an tight, so good for me. Go ahead baby, cum for me. Show me how good you feel."

Bucky's words are the catalyst for Helmut, his deep thrusts sending him hurtling over the edge, cock throbbing between the two as thick cum spurts over his stomach with breathy gasps. As he cums, his ass clenches Bucky tightly, milking him right into his second orgasm. Burying himself deep inside Helmut, Bucky cums again, feeling the warm cum joining his previous load and sending a thrill over him. He knows Helmut's his, he knows he can trust him, but feeling the possession of pumping two loads of cum into his lover makes a deep, dark part of his brain violently pleased.

"Dearest..." The Baron murmurs, fucked out with a lazy grin on his lips. "Are you feeling better?"

"Always better when I'm with you Hels." Bucky presses kisses to his cheek before slowly, gently pulling himself out as he begins to go soft.

"I adore you, you knows this, yes?"

"Yea I know, I'm crazy about you too. Just didn't like not being able to show everyone you're mine."

"Next time, dearest. I'll kiss you full on the mouth in front of her if it helps."

"Mmm sounds like a start yea." Bucky grins, kissing Helmut's lips in a soft, almost innocent way. He really is crazy for this man.