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FUCK*, MARRY, OR KILL
a game with a twist

You know the game: now, let’s dabble in a version that’s a little bit unusual.

how to play
○ Do the comment do.
○ Folks line up to say whether they would fuck* (*kiss, if your character's underage or you're not into R-rated dialogue), marry, or kill your guy.
○ Rinse. Repeat. ♾️

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It is unfair that Bucky is enjoying Steve's pain, and Steve can see that he is. The steel in his eyes seems a little too bright. Bucky can't imagine how hard it is for Steve to speak his truth.

How's he supposed to expose that everything with Peggy is pretty much a show, so that no one will suspect the twisted underpinnings of his affections. Steve knows he shouldn't feel the way he does, but heck if he can help it.

Steve didn't expect the barely perceptible note of relaxation when he finally does spit it all out, and Bucky hears the truth. It was the last thing that Steve expected. He expected shock, and at least a little nervous twitching in Bucky's chair. Running his fingers through his hair, Steve leans back and breathes a little easier.

"You think I could ever sleep with Howard more than once. I'm not going to even justify losing my virginity to him. He's not even that swoon-worthy." A moment of silence lasted a little longer than Steve probably wanted before he came back.. "Uh, yeah, I guess with all that time we've spent together. Although if you wanted to get me a pretty ring, I would never complain." There was a joke about it because Steve couldn't take Bucky seriously, no matter how easy the words came out.

Like Howard Stark doesn't look a little like Clark Gable in Bucky's eyes. Smooth charm, dark and handsome. Pair that with a ton of money, the guy's a walking menace who knows he gets plenty of leeway that no one else gets.

Only he's no Steve Rogers.

"Not as much as a Captain I know. Everyone and their mother swoons over him," Bucky waves down someone for his own beer, pushing Steve's back in front of him. Decent enough not to completely steal a free beer for himself. Actually make that two: he adds another beer on for Steve. Already feels worlds better (he should worse about it, but he doesn't) that maybe Peggy isn't in the picture. "I don't know if I can scrounge up a ring out here, but I could bring down some HYDRA labs just for you. Give you a nice fireworks show."

So maybe he likes teasing Steve. Especially knowing that out of the entire camp, Bucky's the only one who can really get away with. Then again, he's the only one who sees Captain America as Steve.

"Do me next," Bucky says and lets that really hang between them. Then, just in case anyone's snooping, like the waiter who's come by with the new beers, Bucky adds like an afterthought. "Figure it's my turn at the game. Fair's fair."

There's that blush again across Steve's cheeks. He might notice now and then some of the looks he gets. It would be impossible not to, but honestly? Steve does his best to ignore it and keep to himself and his men. They are the things that are important to him. He's a soldier, and flirting with anyone who's not the 'one' isn't in his wheelhouse.

Snorting up another laugh, Steve turns away when Bucky continues on with the ring conversation. It does strange things to him, and he can't have his best bud figuring out anything that might compromise their friendship. It's been the one thing that Steve knows he can depend on. "I guess fireworks might do. Grab a standard army blanket, maybe some quality beer, and have our moment. Sounds almost romantic, soldier." Steve looks back and grins.

"Do you next? You're putting me out on a limb here. Okay, dang. Dugan, The doll that's always waiting for you when she gets off stage, what's her name, Betty Jo? And I guess me?

"Maybe I know how to sweep a Captain off his feet. Even better if there's some actual R & R involved." When Steve turns to look away, Bucky bites his lip, gaze lingering a little too long on Steve's profile, and worse, before he can stop himself, his attention just kind of dips towards Steve's lips, which always looked a shade too generous for a guy.

That's the thing. Steve always looked good to Bucky. It's big blue eyes and lips that look way too soft for a guy, all set with the hard angle to his jaw that Steve grits when he's about to dive into trouble. Steve always turned Bucky's head. Problem is, now everyone else finally sees it, and a dark, ugly part of Bucky kind of wishes they didn't. Wishes he had Steve all to himself.

He'll just have to be satisfied with the fact that Steve's only really easy and relaxed around him. Bucky takes a long sip like he's savoring some good beer, but it's also to figure out how he wants to say this.

"I guess I'd have to kill Dum Dum, seeing as how he swiped my smokes and thought I wouldn't notice," Bucky decides he also might have to cheat a little. "Betty's nice, so I'd take her dancing, but I'm not about to meet her folks. And you…." Now Bucky leans forward a little, casually glancing around the room; there's no one all that close to snoop on them. Bucky steels himself and to hell with. He's jumping in feet first. "Well. I figure if I marry you, I get the full package anyway. Tie the knot and make some time. Not a bad deal."

The oddity of the conversation is pushing all these strange and deeply hidden buttons for Steve. He's seen Bucky's eyes, his ever-compassionate heart, the profile that would drive any dame out of this world, and that smile—woo wee, that smile. Steve has seen Bucky grow into all of it and enjoyed and felt all the awkward stages of attraction since he knew what they were, probably before then.

It's merely that he knew he could never let it happen. Buck was the one who always pulled him up after he got his butt kicked, and stood beside Steve when he was about to wade into some form of idiocy. He let Steve run around to all those recruiting offices, no matter how often he got turned down. Of course, Bucky was taking out girls, so this conversation runs the line of 'Is it sarcasm, or are they being serious?' Steve's not sure what's happening to him.

... and his iron stomach isn't sure how iron it ever was. It's feeling attacked right now.

Drinking more beer shouldn't hurt things, though, so that's what he does, and he aims for whatever snack they've got up there to soak up a little of the drink, maybe. It doesn't matter in the end. He'll never get drunk, but it's an old habit.

One of Steve's legs bounces in anticipation of what Buck's going to say, and Steve couldn't have picked that answer out of a basket even if he had the sight. He does lean in when Bucky does. It's nature, and Steve's mouth might open a little when Bucky talks about getting the whole package, lips mimicking it with a soft breathlessness. "The whole package?"

"I guess that... I guess that makes it official. We picked each other in the game of Fuck, Marry, and Kill. We get a prize. I mean... it's not like this is real or anything." He covers up whatever Bucky might have, could have meant there to save his feelings, his incredible desire, while trying not to gaze at Bucky's plush lips, and along his profile while saying it.

Real shame the serum ruined drinking for Steve. Or if he can get drunk, they just haven't found anything strong enough for a fun time. Which leaves Bucky to fill in the gap and drink for the two of them, even if it feels like it's taking longer these days for him to get sauced. Bucky's not chugging his beer, but he isn't taking dainty girly sips either. Maybe a couple shots too; should be enough to get a nice warm glow going.

Maybe in a sec, Bucky thinks, because watching Steve mouth 'the whole package' like he's working it out is just too fun. Bucky smirks at him in reply, all mischief making his eyes crinkle at the edges.

Yeah, pal. You heard right. The. full. package.

"You're right, it feels like we should get a prize," Bucky sets down his beer. There's a little faint drop clinging to the swell of his lower lip, which Bucky licks off as he catches Steve trying not to stare his mouth and failing, leaving it shimmering in the bar's low light as if tempting someone to suck it off him. They can pretend it's just harmless fun under the cover of a game, if that's what Steve wants. At this point, Bucky'll take any scrap of Steve he can get, if he can pry him away from everyone wanting a piece of him.

"I mean, if someone were to win, I might even think about giving out a couple kisses for free."

There's a whole package of things that are different for Steve now that he's all fixed up with this super serum, and for the most part, he doesn't mind them. A lot of the time, he still thinks of himself as the same sickly, thin guy who always got into fights he could never finish. The one he knows that Bucky could never look at, but still always took care of.

One of the few things he misses is the camaraderie of getting a warm buzz. It took the edge off a long day, made laughter easier, and gave him a little more courage for the road. It would really help in this situation, whatever this situation was. It was starting to tie his brain into knots.

Feeling his heart pounding, Steve knows he shouldn't be staring at Bucky's lips, but he can't help himself. That little drip of moisture looks like it was made for Steve's tongue to whip across and lick it up. There's so much here to unpack. Temptation, and it's not all imagined either-- Steve's almost certain.

Instead of drinking, Steve slowly runs his finger along the rim of his beer exactly like he would if he were tracing those lips with his, or running his fingers along the center line of Bucky's body. It would be included in the whole package. Looking closer, Steve catches Bucky's eyes with his-- they're darker and his pupils wide with intention.

"You're handing out kisses. I mean, I'd never say no to trying out my real first kiss with you." By now, Steve's close enough for Bucky to feel the warmth of his breath-- but Steve can't make the connection. He has to make sure that he's not making it all up.

Sitting this close, you'd have to be blind not to see Steve's eyes dip to Bucky's lips and hold. And doesn't that send a nice warmth going hot in his chest and down to his belly, better than any top shelf whiskey? Bucky's mouth curls into a smirk when he catches him, eyebrow cocked; yeah, he knows there's something that you're liking. Maybe, if Bucky's lucky, something more than what Peggy Carter or anyone else around camp can offer.

The smirk fades into sheer heat when his own gaze drops to Steve running that finger along the glass rim. Bucky's lips part a little, as if imagining that same finger swiping across his lips or maybe dipping between them to press against his tongue. When Bucky drags his attention back to Steve's eyes, he shudders a little with the sudden, fierce interest that marches down past his belly when he sees the look in Steve's face. If Bucky's going to take that leap, now's the time to shoot his shot.

At least he'd know for sure.

Bucky leans forward and rests on his elbows, for all the world looking like he's got his head turned so he can listen to a secret, even though the warm ghosting against his skin feels like a caress stolen right in the middle of the bar. His eyes are only for Steve though. "First kiss, huh? I'd be honored. Maybe we should take this show on the road. Don't know about you, but I wasn't planning on giving the entire bar a free show."

In any other setting, Steve would know that he was dreaming, but he's never had a dream that's ever felt as real as this one. Plus, the heat that Bucky's giving off with the way he's looking at Steve could boil a pot of water. Steve has no idea how the heck he landed in the middle of this, but he knows that he can't ruin it now.

Maybe Bucky's been with a lot of dames, but he's looking at Steve right this second, and even if it's only for one night, Steve won't regret anything that happens. He's so turned up that he almost forgets where they are. Steve is this close to feeling the scruff from Bucky's face, when it all comes back and red runs up the back of Steve's neck and out to his cheeks.

"We pay and get out of here as fast as possible. I don't want to share my first kiss with anyone else, and I don't need any rumors starting that would keep me from maybe getting a second kiss either."

Following up on what he says, Steve tosses enough money to cover their tab at the barkeep and nods friendly like at him, because he's always treated well when he comes. Tapping the table twice, Steve feels like grabbing Bucky's hand and getting out of here, but he waits. It isn't easy because he wants to touch and have that closeness again. His heart pounds in his chest when the door swings shut behind them.

"Where to?"

Sounds like a plan: sneaking out like a pair of teenagers to go necking in a car or a movie theater, instead of a Captain and his Sarge. He couldn't think of anything he wants to more just then. And if he can sneak a second, third, fourth kiss? All the better. He really can't quite look away from the plush swell to Steve's lips, aching already to nip them, but maybe he'll have plenty of chances to do that if he bucks up, tries to be patient.

Bucky chuckles under his breath and has to visibly force himself to look away from Steve's mouth. "Yeah, let's not give the boys anything to gossip about. They're worse than a bunch of old biddies."

He grabs his jacket off the back of his chair as Steve pays the tab, slinging it nice and easy over his shoulder when Steve joins him. It's only once they're outside, in the fog drifting in on a chilly night, that Bucky lets it rest there while he digs around for his smokes and a lighter.

"I figure we'll have the camp breathing down our necks at your place," Popping a cigarette between his lips, Bucky jabs a thumb down the street. "There's an abandoned book store a couple blocks over. I bet I could pick the lock."

The more the anticipation heightens, the crazier this entire escapade becomes. He. Steven Grant Rogers is sneaking around with one James Buchanan Barnes, looking for a place to go k-i-s-s-i-n-g. If Steve hadn't schooled himself so well in controlling his emotions around Bucky, he might have giggled at the prospect the second they got out into the open evening air.

Trying to find a quiet place where they can truly kiss one another, Steve's mind runs around the small area. He knows that his place is out. They might visit one another here and there, but it's brief, and it would look super suspicious if Bucky were seen going in and not leaving. Not that Steve knows how long this kiss is going to last.

If he wasn't so nervous, he might have come up with a place, but thankfully-- he's save by his best friend. "No gossip, and no camp breathing down our necks. Somewhere quiet like that bookstore sounds great. I- I mean, if you think it'll work." His stomach twists in his gut. He's going to do this now.

Pulling his coat tighter, Steve holds his hand out and motions for Bucky to lead the way. He doesn't have a lot to say as they walk. All he can think about is that cigarette that gets to touch those lips, and the way Bucky drags on it. Steve wants to lick where it's been; who cares if he's not so fond of cigarettes? Right now, it has what he wants.

Bucky finishes lighting his cigarette; it's a great excuse to wander outside, and hopefully it'll soothe his nerves. It's sinking in just exactly what he roped Steve into. One thing to plant one on a bird to get her giggling, but this is his best friend. What if it's enough to ruin their friendship? If there'll be anyone to blame, it'll be him, for forgetting all common sense and letting his heart rule.

He doesn't think it'll work. He just hopes it will. And hopes no one else had the same idea.

Hands stuffed in his pockets, Bucky strolls along the road at Steve's side like they're just two Joes going for the long way 'round to camp, and not about sneaking off for a little something else. He takes them the long way around while the chill nips at their skin, smoke puffing out in gentle curls as Bucky tries to pretend he's not sneaking peeks at Steve's profile, his lips, every time he's not looking.

At last, Bucky takes them down an alleyway empty of everything but fog, and stops at the backdoor. "Keep a look out, will you?"

Reaching into his pockets, Bucky stoops and drags out a little kit that Morita had given him; all you needed to pick a basic lock. He gets to work.

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