ready to comply

[semi_stable]

[cw: descriptions of a panic attack, mentions of PTSD]


Things have been going very well for Bucky as of late, so it's no real surprise when he's suddenly knocked on his ass again. That's how it goes, after all. That's his story. That's how it always goes.

This time, all he's doing is walking down the street. He's smiling, almost even laughing, sipping at an iced coffee. He's talking with a friend, gesturing with his prosthetic hand, ungloved and visible to anyone who looks at him, and anyone who did wouldn't even be able to tell how broken he is.

Because he is broken. He always will be in some way or another. His brain was taken apart and put back together over and over again, scrambled and reformed, and he'll never be healed from that, not completely. Not to mention all the trauma and abuse, decades of it, and he can have a few good months but he'll never be totally free.

This is proven to him as he's walking past some sort of street fair out in front of his building. It's noisy, with people milling about and several different radios tuned to different stations drowning each other out. They suddenly all go quiet, music and talking replaced with an eerie, quiet static.

Longing.

The word makes Bucky go still, face draining of color. It's a low, commanding male voice speaking in Russian, and Bucky feels a little like he might throw up.

Rusted.

It's coming from every radio, even one from a car passing by, windows rolled down to take advantage of the nice day. It's coming from everywhere and Bucky's coffee falls from his hand, plastic cracking as it breaks against the pavement. "No."

Furnace.

"No, no, no, please," Bucky pleads in Russian, reaching up to put his hands over his ears. It's so unexpected to hear his trigger words that he forgets for a moment that he's supposed to have been cured of them, rewired during his time in Wakanda. But then he remembers, and it doesn't help. Whoever is behind this place has proven how powerful they are, and who's to say that they didn't undo that, too?

Daybreak.

It's getting louder now, more forceful, and Bucky lets out a panicked shout as he stumbles backwards, breathing heavily and shaking his head. He's flooded so suddenly with adrenaline, like ice water being dumped over his head, and he can hear his heart beating. Air gets stuck in his chest and he can't breathe, and while he recognizes the signs of a panic attack, he can't seem to make it stop. He's too terrified of what might be about to happen to do anything but panic.

Seventeen.

"No, no, not again," he chokes out, turning to run into the lobby of his building to try and get away from it, only to find that they're playing in there too, pumping tinnily out of a speaker in the corner. He chokes out a sob and sinks to the floor, pushing himself back into a corner and covering his ears. Someone follows after him and Bucky holds out his hand. "Stop! Stay back."

Benign.

There are four more. Only four more words until Bucky finds out of the switch in his brain will be flipped, if he'll climb to his feet and stand at attention. Four more words until this city finds out if the Winter Soldier is ready to comply.





[Help him. Have your pup be the person he was walking with and/or the one who finds him in the lobby. Despite his fears, the trigger words will not do anything because he's still cured, but he's still going through one hell of a PTSD episode.]

Comments

[thewrongpath]

"I'm sure you'll get your fill eventually," Loki said breathlessly as he flopped down onto his back with a low, startled whine of approval. Holding Bucky close, a hand in his hair and a leg looped over his shoulder, Loki arched against him, shuddering pleasantly at the warm, intimate drag of his tongue.

"Oh, gods, that is good," he murmured approvingly, a flush spreading across his bare chest and neck. It seemed, even after over a thousand years, he'd found someone capable of surprising him.

[semi_stable]

“Yeah, I’m not,” Bucky murmurs with a helpless chuckle, because now that he’s found this, love and tenderness and a passion that consumes him like fire, he can’t imagine ever getting enough.

As evidenced by him now, on his knees with his face buried between Loki’s legs, licking and sucking at the most intimate part of him. He gathers saliva on his tongue and slowly presses it against Loki’s hole, wriggling it until his body relaxes enough for it to slide inside. Bucky fucks him eagerly with his tongue, letting out a low groan of approval, and then pulls back to take a breath, replacing his tongue with his middle finger, sinking it in slowly.

Bucky moves his finger in and out, staring at the way Loki’s body seems to draw it back in, and then pulls one of Loki’s balls into his mouth, rolling it gently on his tongue. One finger becomes two and Bucky takes Loki’s cock back into his mouth, bobbing up and down in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

[thewrongpath]

Echoing Bucky's laughter, Loki lie sprawled across the wrinkled bedclothes, one arm thrown above his head while the other hand stayed buried in Bucky's hair. He was eager and pliant under Bucky's care, trembling with need by the time two fingers worked their way into his body.

"Do you want it in your mouth, or do I get to have your cock again?" He managed to ask, rather content with either answer. He would've been blissfully happy with anything at all, as long as Bucky didn't stop touching him.

[semi_stable]

Bucky hums, unable to answer the question with his mouth full and unwilling to pull of Loki's cock just yet. It's only after he takes it into his throat again, a little easier this time now that he knows what he's doing, and pulls off with an obscene pop that he answers the question.

"You get to have me cock again," he says raggedly, pulling his fingers free as he shifts Loki's leg off of his shoulder, holding onto it as he stands and wrapping it around his waist instead. He shoves his pants down and kicks them aside, reaching over to grab the lube from the nightstand.

He slicks his fingers and presses two into Loki again, smirking down at him as he lifts Loki's long leg, stretching it upward and resting it against his shoulder. "Like this okay?"

[thewrongpath]

"How generous of you," he teased breathlessly, already precariously close to orgasm by the time Bucky had his fill of happily deep-throating Loki's cock.

With one leg wrapped around Bucky's hips, the other stretched out against his shoulder, Loki chuckled softly, charmed by the smug look in Bucky's eyes. Considering the terror in them, just the night before, it was quite the improvement.

"Get on with it, then."

[semi_stable]

“I’m very giving,” Bucky. says with a low laugh that only gets louder when Loki goads him on. He reaches down to give the side of Loki’s ass a light slap. “Hold your horses.”

After sliding his fingers out of Loki’s body, he gives his cock a slick stroke and presses the head of it to Loki’s ass, nudging it against his hole and then sliding the head up under his balls, doing his best to make it seem like he isn’t desperate to plunge into him. “You’re very impatient.”

[thewrongpath]

"My horses are held, I assure you," Loki said, snickering helplessly and letting out a little amused yelp at the faint sting of Bucky's palm against his ass.

"I'm very bored," he countered, which was a bald-faced lie that anyone could've seen right through. "Are you in need of a map, darling?"

[semi_stable]

"Oh, you're bored?" Bucky laughs, knowing it's a lie, and then shakes his head at the question, slapping Loki's ass harder this time. It's a distraction, and he uses it to plunge his cock into Loki's body, bottoming out with one smooth thrust.

"Looks like I found my way," he murmurs, pressing his weight against the backs of Loki's thighs as he rests there a moment, buried deep. He stares at Loki's face, gaze traveling down the length of his torso, pausing on his hard cock, straining up toward his belly and still shining with Bucky's spit.

He's so beautiful, but Bucky doesn't tell him that. Not right now, when his head is already so big, so instead he turns his head and presses a kiss to the inside of Loki's knee, biting gently at the skin.

[thewrongpath]

"I knew you had it in you," Loki said from behind his teeth, body shuddering and clenched tight around the intrusion of Bucky's cock.

"You certainly have gotten bold, haven't you?" He teased, groaning pleasurably as he adjusted, the deep fullness, the pressure of his teeth, the lingering sting of his palm, becoming something altogether wonderful.

"James," he pleaded, and reached down to palm at his aching cock.

[semi_stable]

"I've blossomed under your tutelage," Bucky volleys back, and he's only half joking. Loki is the only man that he's ever had sex with where he wasn't rushing, wasn't just racing for the finish line because he'd grown so desperate to scratch that particular itch. He's the only man Bucky's ever fucked because he wanted to, and not because he felt like he just had to. At least not entirely.

"Ah, ah," he tuts, reaching down to grab Loki's wrist and tug his hand away from his cock. "That's mine for the time being and I'd rather you didn't touch it."

He's smiling, still mostly teasing, but again, not entirely. He wants to be the one to make Loki come, all on his own, and he isn't ready to do that just yet. Bucky holds Loki's leg against him, gripping at the inside of his thigh as he thrusts harder into Loki's body, bottoming out with an obscene slap of skin each time.

[thewrongpath]

"Well, I suppose I should be proud of my work," Loki said, laughing breathlessly, his head thrown back as he gave in to letting Bucky do exactly what he wanted with him.

Groaning as Bucky playfully admonished him, Loki caught Bucky's hand in his, gripping it tight.

"You bring a man breakfast, and suddenly you're ordering him around," he grinned, his mouth dropping open in a silent cry as the angle of Bucky's cock shifted just right. "I have to admit, I think I like this side of you."

His eyes were bright as he added, "For a change of pace."

[semi_stable]

"You like me giving orders, huh?" Bucky lets out a rough chuckle, amused and aroused and happy, which should be impossible. He shouldn't be able to feel like this, and he's too wrapped up in Loki to even think about whether or not he deserves it. "As much as you liked this?"

He grins knowingly and slaps Loki's ass again, this time a little sharper than before because the sound Loki made the first time stuck with him, and he wants to hear something like it again.

"Actually," Bucky begins, pulling out of Loki and reaching down to rub briefly at where his cock at just been. "I want you on your hands and knees."

[thewrongpath]

"You should be careful, taking such liberties with a god," Loki warned playfully, his breath hitching and a stifled cry caught behind his teeth.

Abruptly, Bucky pulled away, leaving him woefully empty. With as much displeasure as he could muster, flushed and panting and ragingly erect, Loki gathered himself to sit upright, legs dropping around Bucky's hips and his brow arched. "Do you, now?"

[semi_stable]

"You would hate it if I treated you like a god," Bucky replies, brow lifting as if challenging Loki to argue with him. He grabs Loki under the knee and drags him in as close as possible, wrapping his metal arm around his shoulders. "If I kept my hands to myself, never met your eye. Never challenged you."

Bucky grins and touches the tip of his tongue to the end of Loki's nose just to tease him, hand sliding over Loki's hip and up his side, tilting his head to bite gently at Loki's chin, mouths nearly touching as he speaks. "You'd find me terribly boring."

[thewrongpath]

"A bit of supplication wouldn't hurt," Loki said, catching Bucky by the chin and meeting his eyes challenge for challenge, though they both knew that it was all in jest.

Because, of course, Bucky was right. Loki, for all he claimed to desire power and worship, preferred the company of those who tested him— perhaps even frustrated him.

"You, my love, are not boring," he conceded, thumbing at the divot in Bucky's chin, their lips barely a hair's width apart.

[semi_stable]

"My apologies, your highness," he says with a grin, letting his mouth fall open as Loki grabs at his chin. Have I not worshipped you thoroughly enough?"

Bucky will never treat Loki like a god. It's just not in him, and he knows that isn't what Loki actually wants, but they can play, tease each other in moments like this, and that's okay.

"I'm glad you think so," Bucky murmurs, closing the small distance between them to crush his mouth to Loki's, licking into it and sliding his metal arm under Loki's ass and lifting him easily from the bed. He turns them around and presses Loki back against the wall, bracing him there and reaching down to grab his thighs, pressing in between them. "I changed my mind."

[thewrongpath]

His back it the wall and he broke the kiss to let out a delighted laugh. "Well, you are easy to provoke," he said, eyes sparkling with smug pleasure.

"Careful," he warned, legs winding tight around Bucky's hips. "Are you going to continue to show off, or are you going to fuck me?"

[semi_stable]

"You like it when I show off," Bucky replies with a grin, but he beds his knees and does as asked, positioning his cock at Loki's hole and nudging it into his ass, letting gravity take over and groaning as Loki sinks down onto him. He grinds his hips against Loki's ass as he grabs at his thighs, holding him in please as he starts to roll his hips, fucking up into him with sharp thrusts.

"This is how I worship you," Bucky admits, leaning into smudge his mouth against Loki's jaw, teeth pressing lightly against his skin. "Every single time I just have to touch you, to fuck you, it's worship."

[thewrongpath]

"I do, a bit," he admitted, groaning with relief as Bucky's cock entered him once more. Bucky gave him no time to adjust, his cock spearing him again and again, and Loki's head thumped back against the wall, an arm locked tight around Bucky's shoulders.

"And every time I let you, I'm doing the same," he countered, panting against Bucky's jaw. Allowing himself to be so open, to plant roots here after so much time running away from love, was its own kind of worship.

[semi_stable]

The admission makes Bucky let out a low groan, almost a growl against Loki's ear, shivering with pleasure. He knows what it means for Loki to allow this, Bucky manhandling him and taking what he wants, or to even put himself on the vulnerable position of sharing his feelings, and it means so much to him.

"Tell me again," he pleads, lifting his good hand to the side of Loki's face as he fucks him with sharp, shallow thrusts, angling for his prostate as he bites at the bolt of Loki's jaw. Last night had started out so terribly and then turned into one of the best nights of his life because of Loki, and his admission that he loves Bucky. Even the way he said it, like it was ripped out of him, like he couldn't help it, seemed so perfect for them and this beautiful mess they've found themselves in. "Please let me hear it again."

[thewrongpath]

It wasn't any mystery, what Bucky was asking for. It sent a shudder through him, pleasure coiling up his spine, gripping the other man tightly as he was fucked into the wall, in a shabby Darrow apartment. Perhaps it wasn't very god-like, but he couldn't have possibly cared less.

"I love you," he said, lips brushing Bucky's ear. In that moment, on the precipice of orgasm, he might've been made to say anything, and if asked, he could hardly say himself when he was being honest or not, but this, he knew without a doubt, was truth.

[semi_stable]

The words feel like a physical caress down his spine and perhaps it's cliché to say that emotional intimacy makes sex better, but it's true for him. It was never just sex, not with Loki, but it's evolved into something ethereal, something euphoric, because their feelings for one another have done the same.

"I know," Bucky gasps out, and he thinks that in that moment it means more than repeating the words back to Loki would. He knows that it's true, believes it even though his head and his heart are both sometimes so cruel to him, even though he knows that Loki is untrustworthy by nature. Bucky believes him.

"I-- fuck, Loki." Bucky's thrusts go erratic as the pleasure builds and builds, and he bottoms out with another hard thrust against Loki's prostate and then going tense, moaning against Loki's ear as he comes. He's uncharacteristically clumsy with it, but Bucky reaches down with his good hand to grab at Loki's cock, stroking him as his own cock pulses inside the tight grip of Loki's body. "I love you."

[thewrongpath]

With Bucky tense and shuddering against him, Loki cried out, gripping his his tightly to hold him in deep, feeling the pulse of Bucky's cock inside of him. His own orgasm was equally inelegant, shouting wordlessly and his head thrown back as he rocked against him, fucking rather frantically into the friction of Bucky's palm.

They were a mess, come streaked across Bucky's stomach, his chest, and leaking from Loki's ass. He panted, a hand finding its way into Bucky's hair and a low, bemused laugh working its way out of his throat. "Well."

[semi_stable]

It shouldn’t be like this. They’ve been together many times by now, including this morning, but the desperate edge never seems to go away entirely. They fuck each other like they can’t help it, like they have to, like it’s a fiery need that consumes them.

Bucky has never really felt like this before, but maybe this is passion. Maybe it’s love.

“Well,” he echoes, chuckling roughly against the curve of Loki’s throat, licking away a bead of sweat before pulling back to kiss him on the mouth. “I’m never going to get enough of you, am I?”

[thewrongpath]

Loki kissed him, hands on his face, one leg falling from around Bucky's hips, his foot landing heavily on the carpet.

"It'll be a sad day for me, when you do," Loki murmured, and though there was the levity of a joke in his tone, there was something more deeply melancholy beneath the surface. Bucky would grow old, while Loki would not. The lives of humans were comparatively short, and they tended to change more readily than those who had centuries to fill. Bucky would, in all likelihood, grow bored of him, as everyone knew that Loki was ultimately tiresome. If not that, then he would lose him through death or distance or whatever else befell them.

His other foot dropped to the floor, Bucky's cock slipping out of him, and Loki crowded him towards the bed, kissing him again, and again.