Bucky had fallen asleep shortly after Daken left, and didn’t wake again until the man came home. His eyes opened when he heard Daken call out to him, and he made a confused little noise. That was new. He was unaccustomed to having Daken announce his presence that way, and Bucky didn’t stir or give any other indication that he was awake until his lover left the room. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes (and either unaware of or not caring about his terrible bed hair), he padded after the other man.
Daken hadn’t gotten very far before apparently freezing in place. Bucky smiled a little as he walked up to Daken and wrapped his arms around him to hug the man from behind. “Mmm, you’re back.”
He scented him coming down the hallway but only belatedly did the mutant realize the whole house smelled of Bucky. People left scent trails in places they spent a lot of time in. Daken's suppressing of his own scent was so ingrained he didn't even think about it anymore. So the fact that he could smell the scent of the human in every corner of his dwelling unnerved the mutant.
When the hell had that happened? Sure, he'd been spending a lot of time here but still. But....it had been months. Daken wasn't sure how to even cope with that realization that he'd been peacefully coexisting with another person for months on end. This wasn't true to form at all. He was supposed to get what he needed and move on. When had they gotten into a relationship? "Yes, I'm back and in dire need of a shower."
He nodded before nuzzling the man’s neck, paying no mind to the gore on him. “I bet you need one. And a good night’s sleep.” Having gotten into Daken’s habit of sleeping in the nude, Bucky was still unclothed. With his bare chest pressed against the other man’s back, he could feel the torn cloth, the caked blood. But he knew it was over now. Daken wouldn’t have returned until the job was done and done well. His own job was to take care of the man now, much as he’d taken care of Bucky after his kidnapping. “C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Still rather mystified and dazed by this evenings revelations, Daken made no move to stop Bucky as he tugged him back into the master bedroom and into the shower.
"Alright," he murmured more to himself than anything else. The mutant started to unbutton his shirt on autopilot. There was a distant look on the mutant's face and he was obviously a million miles of way. Of course, inwardly he was seething with confusion, uncertainty and even a little bit of fear. He'd let the human get too close. They were actually in a relationship and that presented so many points of exploitation Daken didn't even know where to start on shoring up his defenses and patching holes in his shields.
Bucky could tell Daken was troubled, but assumed it was fatigue from his exploit, or perhaps unpleasant memories of his capture being dredged up. For all the months they’d been together, Bucky still couldn’t quite grasp just how emotionally crippled his lover was. The details were sketchy, but he knew Daken had undergone decades of the worst kind of abuse imaginable at the hands of someone he’d wanted to love him. And he knew that kind of damage wasn’t going to ever heal completely. But that wasn’t going to keep him from trying. Even if he knew Daken’s current turmoil, even if he knew how just how deep the man’s wounds were, he wouldn’t stop trying.
He helped Daken undress without another word, then led him into the shower. They’d come so far in the short time they’d been “married” it was hard to believe this was even the same shower stall he’d broken just a few months before. He turned on the water, waited until it was almost scorchingly hot the way they both liked it, and led Daken into the stream.
Even this was so strangely intimate, the other man helping out of his clothes as though he were a child. He should be offended by it and snarling at him to get away but he didn't. Instead he calmly stepped out of his clothing and followed Bucky into the shower. The painfully hot water hit his shoulders and seemed to finally shake the mutant from his reverie
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For a moment, just a moment, there was something in Daken’s eyes that genuinely frightened Bucky. Something primal, violent, and no, not quite sane. Physical evidence of the remnants of Romulus’ teachings. When he handled Bucky so gently, so carefully, as if he was something delicate that needed protecting, it was easy to forget just how deadly Daken was. But this was the man who had cut the tongue out of one of Bucky’s captors-and appeared to enjoy it. Of course, Bucky wasn’t one to talk about enjoying torture. He’d be lying if he said he’d gotten no satisfaction out of what he’d done to Daken, back before he fell in love with the man. He was just as volatile as the other. Except that lately, they seemed to bring out each others’ humanity instead of their primitivism. They brought out the best in each other instead of the worst. So when Daken flashed that animalistic look, it was disconcerting to say the least
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The mutant's eyes had slipped close as he kissed the human with such tenderness; as though silently apologizing to Bucky for the thoughts he'd been harboring. "Mnn, would rather do this. Just going to get dirty all over again." He murmured against Bucky's mouth.
The pounding of the water sluicing down over them had already washed away the caked on, dried blood already anyway and Daken seemed more intent on molesting his lover than worrying about getting clean. He slid his hand in between their bodies and wrapped long fingers around Bucky's length. He pumped the brunette slowly, almost teasingly as he encouraged his lover's body to respond to the erotic touches.
Reassured by the apologetic and tender kisses, Bucky allowed his eyes to fall closed. Any hesitation was gone when Daken wrapped his fingers around him-even if it took effort to keep from rolling his eyes when Daken said he’d rather do this. Typical Daken. Chuckling, the human wrapped his arms around Daken’s waist and pulled him closer. “Alright,” he murmured. “We can do this.” This time, he was the one to initiate the kiss.
A pleased sound rumbled in the mutant's throat when Bucky initiated the kiss this time. His tongue slid along Bucky's lips, seeking silent entry as he continued to stroke the human at the same languid pace. Daken's thumb stroked along the head of Bucky's cock lightly and he pulled back enough to heatedly whisper. "Want to continue what we started earlier?"
He rubbed his forehead against Daken’s, a grin breaking out on his face. “Only if you promise we can finish this time. I refuse to get blue balls twice in one night.”
"Well, I have a surefire way of fixing that." The mutant murmured ironically. "This time you can tie me up and that way business won't interfere again." Not that regular ropes could truly hold the mutant if he wanted to get free. It was the first time he'd willingly offered to give up control to Bucky. For all the kinky things that went down in their bedroom, Daken, being the control freak that he was, usually held the position of power.
Bucky pulled Daken into another hard kiss, showing just how much he appreciated that suggestion. “I’d like that,” he said, as if the kiss hadn’t made it obvious enough. It was only then that it struck him how significant this was. Daken was actually offering to relinquish control. For someone who ironed his shorts, this was pretty damn monumental. Bucky gave the other man another kiss, slow and tender to show that he understood and appreciated what Daken was willing to do.
He was already questioning his decision. But Daken couldn't give Bucky what he truly craved but this he could give him right? "Then hurry up before I change my mind," He pulled away and reached back behind him to turn off the shower.
"Will do." As soon as the water was off, he was hauling them out of the shower and into the bedroom, not even pausing to dry them off first. Kissing Daken soundly, he grabbed the ropes that still sat on the table by the bed. He wasn't letting an opportunity like this slip from his grasp.
Predictably, Daken started to bitch about water and his silk sheets. "You're going to ruin the fabric, Barnes. Do you have any idea how much these damned sheets cost?"
He was also bitching in an attempt to fend off the uncertainty that was bubbling under the surface. The longer he thought about it, the more Daken questioned his rash decision.
Daken hadn’t gotten very far before apparently freezing in place. Bucky smiled a little as he walked up to Daken and wrapped his arms around him to hug the man from behind. “Mmm, you’re back.”
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When the hell had that happened? Sure, he'd been spending a lot of time here but still. But....it had been months. Daken wasn't sure how to even cope with that realization that he'd been peacefully coexisting with another person for months on end. This wasn't true to form at all. He was supposed to get what he needed and move on. When had they gotten into a relationship? "Yes, I'm back and in dire need of a shower."
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"Alright," he murmured more to himself than anything else. The mutant started to unbutton his shirt on autopilot. There was a distant look on the mutant's face and he was obviously a million miles of way. Of course, inwardly he was seething with confusion, uncertainty and even a little bit of fear. He'd let the human get too close. They were actually in a relationship and that presented so many points of exploitation Daken didn't even know where to start on shoring up his defenses and patching holes in his shields.
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He helped Daken undress without another word, then led him into the shower. They’d come so far in the short time they’d been “married” it was hard to believe this was even the same shower stall he’d broken just a few months before. He turned on the water, waited until it was almost scorchingly hot the way they both liked it, and led Daken into the stream.
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The pounding of the water sluicing down over them had already washed away the caked on, dried blood already anyway and Daken seemed more intent on molesting his lover than worrying about getting clean. He slid his hand in between their bodies and wrapped long fingers around Bucky's length. He pumped the brunette slowly, almost teasingly as he encouraged his lover's body to respond to the erotic touches.
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He was also bitching in an attempt to fend off the uncertainty that was bubbling under the surface. The longer he thought about it, the more Daken questioned his rash decision.
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