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somethingaboutamagpie · 11 years ago

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TRIGGER WARNING: DARK!FIC CONTAINS MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH AND NECROPHILIA. PLEASE, DO NOT READ IT IF THOSE IDEAS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

Fake dating

The smell of cigar smoke was the only warning Bucky received before a warm hand hit the back of his neck. He stiffened a bit before relaxing into the touch when he remembered that he had to do this. Had to keep up the facade that there was something between them. Warm lips pressed to his cheek. "So, did they take the bait?" Howard whispered into his ear. "I'd hate for this to be useless."

Bucky shrugged, passing a bottle of beer between his palms on the table while Howard took a seat next to him. "I don't know. So far, they haven't noticed him." He murmured. The hand found the back of his neck again, massaging gently. "Mmm...they're still watching us, though, so that's a good sign."

The group of HYDRA agents all glanced up at the moment that footsteps creaked along the roof above them, looking suspicious.

Howard cursed, pulling Bucky's chair closer to him by the seat. The scrape of the legs on the floor drew attention back to their little table. "We don't want them to inspect, or Cap might not make it back to camp in one piece." He slanted his mouth over Bucky's roughly, tasting of stale smoke and whiskey.

Bucky froze only for a second before kissing back. He could hear the noises of disgust from the HYDRA agents' table, but if they were too busy worrying about him and Howard's kissing two tables over, Steve would be able to get away with the blueprints for their new weapon. And he didn't mind sacrificing his dignity for that.

Bodyswap

Howard tried to keep himself calm as he leaned down to straighten the bowtie around his own-no, not his, Bucky's- neck. Bucky, trapped inside Howard's body, giving the best impression of a deer-in-the-headlights that Howard had ever seen. Bucky, shivering with Howard's body, Howard's face screwed up in fear. "I can't do this, Stark. I can't, there's gotta-"

"There's not." Howard replied shortly, frowning. "You need to go out there and make the speech for me. My men are on this already. They'll figure out a way to reverse HYDRA's ray and get us back to normal. But for now," he slipped a few notecards into the front pocket of his own perfectly tailored suit, the suit Bucky was now standing in, "you have to pretend that you're me, and don't fuck this one up." He tugged at the tie on Bucky's uniform, the one he was trapped in. He hated the rough, scratchy material. It didn't breathe the way his elegant tux did. He was jealous of Bucky right now, in one of his favorite formal outfits, while he sweated it out under wool.

Bucky gave his own envious look. He would much rather be playing security soldier, standing at the side of the stage with a gun in his hands and making sure that nothing happened to Howard while he gave his speech.

Howard heard the music start up and gave Bucky a little shove. "You're on, pal. I've got your back." He touched the handle of the pistol at his hip. "Just read those cards word for word. You've got this."

Bucky only looked slightly sick as he ambled onstage. Howard hoped to God that the crowd just thought he was drunk, because there was no way he was going to live this down if Bucky screwed it up.

Sexpollen/fuck or die/aliens made them do it

Bucky licked his lips, glancing up through his lashes at Howard. "Just do it, Stark. If we both die, Steve'll never forgive either of us." He murmured. His eyes flicked towards the line of HYDRA agents, all wearing identical smirks under their helmets, each with a gun trained on the two bruised men in the room. "And if anything, it'll give him a little more time to find us."

Howard frowned, eyes narrowing. He didn't like it when someone else forced his hand. But, even with his genius intellect and a good idea of each of the possible escape routes in this room, he knew their chances of escaping with both of their lives intact was slim to none. Not without Steve. Not with this many guns pointed at them. "They want to humiliate us, Barnes. You're actually going to go along with this?"

"Capitalist pigs!" One agent yelled, motioning with his gun. "Get on with it! Little inventor fucks soldier. Put soldier in his place. Weak man, not worth uniform. Not worth fighting."

Bucky closed his eyes again, a faint blush on his cheeks as one HYDRA agent grabbed him by the arms and turned him away from Howard roughly. He was pulled over a table. His hips dug into the edge uncomfortably and his hands were shackled into place.

Howard was pushed with the barrel of a rifle toward Bucky's prone body. "Fuck him. Make him scream." The accented English was close to his ear. "Make him cry." The genius gritted his teeth at the commands, but moved behind Bucky's form.

Bucky's breathing was shallow. He was trying to stay in control of his body, not wanting to make Howard worry that there would be a problem. "Just do it, Stark. I can take it. Let's just get it over with so Steve can get here, huh?"

Howard gripped his cock loosely, stroking himself to erectness. He spat into his palm as an afterthought to make the first thrust at least a bit more slick. "We'll get out of here fine, Barnes. And don't beg. Makes you sound a little like a whore." He tried to joke with a smile.

"Fuck you." Bucky's smile betrayed his slight comfort in Howard's presence. "I trust you. Don't make me regret that."

Dark!fic (TW: Major character death, NECROPHILIA)

The Winter Soldier's target hadn't been as hard to get to as he'd believed. Not when he'd shown up with his hair pulled back, dressed like a civilian. He was welcomed into the lavish home that the owner of Stark Industries lived in with open arms. He'd shaken hands and made nice, agreed with Stark when he'd called him 'Bucky'. He'd even let the man kiss him on the mouth. Apparently, he and this 'Bucky' had been together at some point during the war, and he'd been presumed dead. But Stark, he was too accepting, too trusting of the man with his dead lover's face.

Which made his look of shock when the Winter Soldier slit his throat just that much more satisfying. He always loved it when his targets seemed to trust him, when they didn't put up any resistance, until that last moment when the gun touched their heads, or the knife found their throats.

The knife had been his choice this time. Howard was too good-looking to blow a hole through his face. Even the Winter Soldier had to appreciate a handsome face.

But watching him lay there, bleeding out onto his very expensive bedsheets, made something stir deep inside the Soldier's being. He couldn't help but wonder what this 'Bucky' had gotten from Stark. And he was determined to know before he left. Which is why he found himself stripping the pliable body of the billionaire down to nothing, head lolling easily. The gash wound in his neck still dripped a bit down his chest, but that didn't worry the Soldier. He searched the nightstand and came up with a condom, grinning to himself as he put it over his cock. It had been a while since he'd been with another human, living or dead, and he intended to enjoy himself, but not at the risk of being caught.

Stark's legs moved easily when he lifted them to his shoulders, and his body gave very little resistance against the hard flesh breaching it, especially with his own blood slicking the way. The Soldier fucked the same way he worked, quietly and with a purpose. He was rough on the body, in a way he was sure would have the owner of it complaining, if he was still alive to complain, that was.

And when the Soldier was done, he slipped the condom into his pocket and kissed the cold lips of the corpse that was stiffening up before he escaped out the window. He had to hand it to whoever 'Bucky' was, he'd definitely chosen well when he'd found someone to sleep with. If Howard was that good in bed after death, just imagine how good he would have been alive.

Secret kinks

"Straighten up, soldier!" Howard used the riding crop in his hand to smack the side of Bucky's thigh. "I swear, you can't even take simple orders." He adjusted the military-issued hat on his head. It matched the uniform he'd gotten as a gift from the army, command-cut and patched. He looked every inch a commander when he donned it. And he only donned it here, in his bedroom. And only when his own personal soldier was around to enjoy it.

Bucky, stripped nude and standing at attention, feet together and back straight, was waiting on another order. He clasped his hands behind his back. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." He felt pleasure in the pit of his gut when Howard's riding crop slid up his thigh and came down with a crack over his backside. "I'm sorry, sir!" He repeated louder.

"Bend over my desk." Howard said roughly. "Now, soldier. I'm going to punish you for your insolence earlier. And I expect you to count your lashes, as well."

Bucky held in a moan as he crossed to the desk and placed his hands down on the smooth oak surface. He bowed his back and waited. The wait wasn't long.

The crop came down on his ass with a loud smack, over and over, and he counted off each hit. "One, sir. Two, sir. Three, sir," until he'd reached up to "Twenty-nine, sir." His voice was ragged with unshed tears, creamy backside covered in welts and bruises in the shape of the riding crop. "Thirty, sir."

Howard set the crop down to take a handful of abused skin in his hand for a squeeze. "Mmm..." The sound of a zipper being undone had Bucky shivering. "Now, for the final part of your punishment, I believe something different is in order." Something slick was being pressed between his cheeks, and if he hadn't already prepared himself before he'd stripped down for Howard earlier, he would have been hurt, easily, because Howard didn't start out with fingers, just went on to the main event. At least he'd slicked his cock up first.

And the lovemaking was painful every time Howard's hips bumped up against his welted backside, but he couldn't help pushing back into the fullness. Couldn't stop moaning and whining for more, until he'd been filled to the brim and beyond. Until cum dripped down between his thighs and Howard was jerking him off against the desk.

"I love your kinky side, Barnes." Howard whispered in his ear when Bucky came with a cry. "And I love that you're only this way for me."

Their first kiss

Bucky couldn't remember who kissed who first. He just remembered the taste of whiskey in his mouth, and the hard press of Howard's small body against his front, the commanding presence of a man who was smaller, weaker, than him. But Howard was one of those people who could make Bucky weak in the knees. He was someone whose very presence made Bucky respect him. Someone who could easily control a soldier with just a few words. And Bucky loved that, loved the dominant side that Howard had.

And the kiss wasn't bad either.

Meeting the parents

Bucky regretted that he could never let his mother meet Howard, though part of him felt that the fact that she (and his father) were both gone was probably a good thing. His dad had been a stickler for religion and the military, so he probably wouldn't have liked to be introduced to a male partner for his son, and his mom would've likely had a heart attack.

But he was even more uncomfortable meeting Stark's parents. After what he'd heard of Howard, Sr., he'd been unwilling to meet the man that had pissed Howard off that way. It hadn't stopped Howard from dragging him along to the house anyway, and it hadn't stopped him from listening to Stark, Sr. talk about how much he appreciated military men like Bucky, or how disappointed he was that Howard wouldn't even sign up for the army.

But he was sure, insanely sure, that Howard's father had heard them fucking that night, and he knew he'd never be able to look the man in the eye again after he'd heard Bucky's pleas to cum while he was fucked open by his son's tongue.

Moving in together

Bucky didn't really know how to react when he'd finally seen the mansion that Howard occupied after he'd been asked to move in. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to thank Stark for his willingness to share his home, or be pissed off that it felt like he was becoming a charity case. Either was a viable option at this point. And he knew the moment that the help took his bags from him and showed him to Howard's room that he'd never understand why rich people couldn't do anything on their own.

But, hey, once he'd gotten a glance at the nice shower in the bathroom and the large fireplace in the bedroom, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he might be able to get used to living the high life. If Howard would at least let him do his own laundry, that is. Can't give up every skill he'd learned living with Steve, right?

A crossover of my choice (Hot Tub Time Machine)

It was all Stark's fault, Bucky knew, that they'd gotten trapped in another time, something with too much color and too loud of music. Somewhere cold, and, fuck, he hated the cold. Hated it more than anything. But Howard, the bastard, was too interested in the new technology of the now. Someone had told him it was '86 when he asked, and as much as he wanted to ask about the war, see if they were still fighting, Howard had covered his mouth and thanked the woman, who sashayed away in her brightly-colored winter clothes.

But it was when they were inspecting the hotel they'd landed at that Howard pointed out another resident. "Now, don't take this the wrong way, Barnes, but that guy, he looks a hell of a lot like you."

Bucky nearly hit Howard upside the head as the man in question straightened the collar of a too-thick jacket and bristled like a wet cat. "No, he fucking doesn't. Shut up."

"Maybe he's your son from the future!" Howard grinned. "I bet he'd love to meet you."

"Stark, if you don't shut your damn mouth, I will shut it for you. Now, you promised me that you'd get us home. So get on it." Bucky grabbed Howard by the back of his jacket and pulled him away. "And I never want to hear about this stupid time period again."

An au of my choice

Pack was pack. Bucky knew that. But when their alpha had been in a fight with another wolf, and lost, he didn't expect the big, black wolf to transform back into such a small, scrawny man. Hell, in human form, Bucky was bigger. And he was a damn beta. But he couldn't even challenge this newcomer. Their new pack leader. Howard was smarter than anyone else in the pack, and only rivaled in strength by Steve when in their wolf forms. But Steve was an omega, and happy in his position. He liked being at the bottom of the pack because no one ever fought with him. And he got to help the females raise their pups.

But Bucky, he didn't like seeing Phillips go. It didn't matter to him how old Phillips had gotten. Phillips was the best pack leader they could have, and now this new alpha had taken control. And he didn't like it one bit.

But when he challenged Howard's position, he found himself laid out on his back. Strength wasn't even a question when the man, or wolf, you were fighting was smarter. When he could find and exploit your weaknesses.

So the next time they transformed, he limped up with his tail between his legs and rolled over onto his back. He'd only ever presented his belly to Phillips before. But the way Howard licked his chops at the movement and dug his teeth, gently, so gently, into the mane around his neck, had Bucky second guessing his allegiance. Maybe he could run under this new alpha.

And the way they rutted after their shaky start didn't hurt at all, either.

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