Your love for me is poison

TABOO meme

Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture.

So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk?

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Prompts

A G E ( DIFFERENCE ) - light of my life, fire of my loins. you're supposed to stick to those your own age, but you can't resist.
I N C E S T - you're of the same blood, yet something draws you together. you'll keep your secret thicker than water.
C H E A T I N G - when you were young, they should have taught you to not take things that belong to other people.
I N ( PUBLIC ) - to involve unsuspecting others in your sex is insidious, but you can't resist it.
S U P E R F L U O U S - some conservative societies view sex outside procreational purposes as taboo. that means anal, oral, and toys are all no-go.
F I X A T I O N - you're nearly obsessed with one part of your partner - breasts, ass, lips...whatever the case may be, you always focus on that.
D E V I A N C Y ( IN SUBURBIA ) - there are some things that should be sacred. the home should be one of those. should.
S I Z E - pick on someone your own size. couples with large size difference, be it height or weight, can be looked down upon; don't let that get you down.
P H O B I A - unfortunately, in some societies, being with someone of the same gender is a taboo, no matter how much progress the modern world has made.
F E T I S H - some just can't get off without their fetish, and the varieties run the gamut: feet, crossdressing, autoerotic asphyxiation, foodplay, bondage...it goes on and on.
U N E X P E C T E D ( DOMINATION/SUBMISSION ) - the masculine must be dominant. the feminine must be submissive. what if you're dominant in life, though, and just want to be submissive in the bedroom.
V I O L E N T - more than mere lover's spats, what goes on between you two is dangerous. if people knew, they'd be horrified. still, you can't stop.
F O R B I D D E N ( LOVE ) - your relationship may be taboo, but there's genuine love in your copulation. this isn't merely a thrill.
L O O S E - monogamy isn't what you're after. no matter how looked down upon it is, you're going to have fun while you can.
S T U D E N T / T E A C H E R - what goes on between the sheets is not an appropriate subject matter to teach. there's so much to lose; is it a smart game to play?
A U T H O R I T Y - perhaps they're the boss, the president, the king, but you, you're a lowly peon. are they using their powers over you or is this something you both want?
I N T E R S P E C I E S - kind finds kind, and don't you be a traitor by being with one of them.
B E S T I A L I T Y - one of the most primal taboos. will you go into that moral wilderness?
S O C I A L ( CLASS ) - the rich. the poor. it's like they're in two different worlds. what will the uppercrust say if they saw their golden child with a tramp?
C E L I B A C Y - you are supposed to keep your chastity, but things are never that easy.
S T O C K H O L M - prisoners should never fall for their guards.
D U T I E S - whether it be saving the world or being the world's best bodyguard, your sworn quest and purpose keeps you from enjoying the sins of the flesh - especially with your charges.
I N N O C E N C E - one of you is much more worldly, and to ruin the "innocence" of the other feels unclean.
F E R T I L E - you aren't supposed to find mothers or fathers sexually alluring. however, there's something so enticing about fertility...perhaps even pregnancy.
C O R R U P T I O N - society expects you to treat your partner well, not try to destroy them through sexual degradation.
N O N C O N S E N S U A L - consent is rightfully important to a healthy sexual relationship. to break that trust is taboo.

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There's a strange mix of the Soldier taking on a life of his own here one minute, and then just following blind orders the next. Rumlow is trying to find the difference here- the variation. It's all an experiment though, isn't it, and so far he can't say he's disappointed in the least.

His gaze is steady as the Soldier undresses him, watching for any slight variations. There's need there, there's want, but the orders are to be followed first. Rumlow thinks that maybe less is more, then his Soldier isn't just rushing to completely the mission, but at least he gets undressed quickly enough.

Rumlow doesn't need anything fancy as the Soldier gets on the bed. It's better than the cold, dirty floor. He licks his lips, tilting his head a little as he takes in the sight in front of him, then climbs on the bed as well, his eyes catching the Soldier's. "You stopped telling me how much you want this. I don't like that," he says, then gives the Soldier's ass a good smack, keeping his hand there for maximum pain.

The slap is loud enough to echo in the cell, jolting the Soldier's body forward with a grunt slipping out of him. His ass stings, the muscle quivering with the aftershocks of the hard smack until Rumlow's hand settles against him with his fingers splayed over the impact zone's heat.

It still wasn't a direct order. Usually the Soldier would've kept staring, unfocused, until he received an actual order, a demand; not just a remark, an opinion.

But that was before today's test. Before he'd literally lost his mind again while his handler kept pistoning away in his body. Something now pushes the Soldier to shift his usual approach, a tug in his still throbbing brain as he stares unblinking at his handler and suddenly there's a new thought that maybe he should resume speaking. Revisit previous orders that he'd thought were already complete. Before the wipe he would've looked vaguely confused, maybe even concerned. Now there's that blank wall, his face impassive, the Soldier still staring at Rumlow as he opens his mouth to try again.

"You're unhappy," he points out the obvious, just for the record, and there probably is one because most cells in the facility have cameras spying on any occupants. "I want you to be satisfied. If I'm not operating to your standards, I should be corrected immediately." His ass tightens against Rumlow's hand as if the Soldier's flexing the muscle there. "With prejudice."

He isn't sure if Rumlow will smack him again. Just in case, the Soldier squeezes his ass, tightens the firm muscle there so if he does, it'll hurt even more and drive in the lesson of pain he might wish to impart.

Rumlow believes in his Soldier. He knows he'll get there. He digs his fingers into the flesh of his ass, look unwavering as the Soldier stares back at him.

And then it's as if it all clicks. There's something pushing his Soldier forward. Rumlow's serious, disappointed look shifts almost immediately, a smirk forming on his face now. "Immediately," Rumlow repeats, utterly pleased by not only the words, but the way his Soldier presents himself, his ass practically begging for it as it pushes into his hand.

There's the tight squeeze of muscle against his hand, and Rumlow pulls his hand back and smacks it again, as hard as he can manage, before he grabs the taught flesh and pushes his ass cheek to the side, showing him more of that abused hole. The Soldier heals quickly, of course- but just the same as the dried drool and tears on his face, Rumlow's dried cum is still there.

He grabs the other cheek with his hand, pushing apart as much as he can manage, then spits down onto that reddened hole, sliding his thumb through it. "Tell me how much you want this. Tell me how satisfied you want to make me. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

The second smack's even louder than the first, the red mark against flesh blooming in the shape of Rumlow's hand. It bodily jerks the Soldier forward again, his freshly-brushed hair dangling in his face with the force of the blow shaking free more droplets of precum welling from his hardening shaft. A few more dots stain the rumpled blanket under him.

Since he wasn't told to move, the Winter Soldier remains on his hands and knees with one cheek stinging and pulsing with fresh pain even as his ass gets forced apart and his handler leans forward, and spits into his twitching entrance. When he smears his saliva into it, the Soldier's puckered ring quivers around his slicked thumb. Rumlow must be lubricating him so he can ease his cock in - not for the Soldier's comfort, obviously, but so the handler won't risk hurting himself. The thought that Rumlow could soon be buried inside him has the Soldier groaning, ass twitching.

"I want to be used by you," the Soldier says. Thighs tense, tighten, asshole shining with his handler's saliva. "My purpose is to..." he pauses, not to realize he doesn't know who he is or where he is, like back in the shower, the room with the chair, but come up with something he thinks Rumlow would like to hear. "To make you happy by doing anything."

It takes him a little longer to come up with a specific recommendation; the fact Rumlow asked for it seems to almost surprise the Winter Soldier, even through the fresh wipe scrubbing his mind raw of imperfections.

"...you should sit on my face," the Soldier adds, voice hitching in a soft, breathy gasp. "To instruct on how to use my mouth."

Nevermind it's one of the most vulnerable positions he could be in, pinned with his head trapped. Unaware he's stealing a glance over his shoulder at Rumlow, at his handler's broad shoulders and how tightly his strong hands pull his cheeks apart, his assessment is the other man looks heavy enough, strong enough, to get the job done.

Rumlow waits for the response. He waits for the finality of that sentence, that desire. His purpose is to make him happy by doing anything, and Rumlow practically purrs at the utterance, his finger pressing in against that red, puckered hole.

It's possession, that's all. He wants to use his Soldier in every way possible- to make the man his. Only his.

He wants... to be wanted.

The Soldier's little suggestion is just as nice, though. It has Rumlow's eyebrow raising, a slow smirk forming on his face. "Is that so? I think I can give that to you, sweetheart." He scoots in close behind hid Soldier's ass, grabbing his cock and dragging it along his hole. "Maybe after I fill you up and fuck you into clarity, how about that? Here's your purpose."

He doesn't waste any more time after that. With the Soldier's ass stretched out with one hand, Rumlow guides himself in, pushing past that first ring of muscle before he thrusts in completely, groaning as his hips jerk forward. Once he's gone as deep as he can go, he rolls his hips in a circular motion as if he could get any deeper, fingers digging into the Soldier's skin.

"Is this what you wanted? Do you feel full?"

At a first glance the Soldier might look fighting fit.

The truth is that he's still physically weak after the events of the last 24 hours - between getting shocked into unconsciousness in the shower and then having his brain practically liquefied by the suppression chair while Rumlow fucked him, and it's a miracle he's able to stand and speak at all. Typically when someone shoves an object up his ass, the Soldier can and will take it with minimal complaint, bite down any noises because an asset isn't allowed to utter them. To do otherwise would only distract from a handler taking time out of their busy day to instruct him.

This time, though, all it takes is a single shove of Rumlow's thick cock to drag out a pained gasp that he can't quite choke back in time.

Tears brimming against his dark lashes, his head hanging down as he grits his teeth, the Soldier struggles to nod.

"Yes," he says, his voice strangled.

Breathing heavily through his nose, nostrils flaring, the Winter Soldier trembles around Rumlow's shaft as he presses along seemingly every centimeter, every inch. His arms and thighs shake with the effort to remain upright and on all fours, as ordered. Behind him, he can feel Rumlow's fingers digging into his skin - trying to center him, maybe, to guide him away from little distractions like fatigue and dizziness.

Rumlow knows the Soldier has barely had time to heal. He can feel it by how loose he still is from their last fuck. There are even still some welts on the Soldier's neck from where the collar from earlier cut into his skin. It's how things always are, though, so he doesn't take much notice. This is the job of the Asset. To perform under any condition, in any way.

The gasp has Rumlow groaning, giving one more small push forward to trap his balls between them, then pulls out completely.

"Put your hand out against the wall to brace yourself. It's gonna take a lot to clear your mind." To fuck his Soldier stupid. When he braces himself, Rumlow grabs at that ass again, spreading his cheeks as he plunges his cock back in, practically growling as he's seated fully inside again.

He doesn't stop this time. Doesn't tease any longer. He sets up a steady rhythm, pistoning deep inside his Soldier with every thrust. "C'mon, sweetheart, talk dirty to me. Tell me how much you love this. How much you wanna be used by me. I wanna hear it."

His hand splayed against the wall and metal fingers curled a little to dig into the concrete, his body rocks with each insistent thrust from Rumlow's cock filling his channel, relentless and thick, the pace just predictable enough that the Soldier can concentrate on forming words instead of just mindlessly groaning at the physical stimulation.

The Soldier tilts his head back, swallowing as he works moisture into his mouth so he can comply.

"Need you - " a grind of Rumlow's head cuts him off, coaxes out a ragged moan. "Fuck me. Make it hurt. You...you said," the Soldier interrupts himself with a gasp hitching in his chest. "Order only comes...through pain...? Teach me."

That's about as far as the Soldier can go on the dirty talk front, still tired, his tortured ass twitching and clenching futilely around the cock spearing him over and over again. Rumlow's merciless in how he drives in deep every time, slamming himself to the hilt with enough force to jolt through the Asset's entire body, his own erection swaying and bobbing. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes in the small confines of the VIP cell, borderline hypnotic. Even with his arm braced against the wall, the Soldier's wilted a little on the bed; instead of his body being parallel to the bed, he's sagged down, his right arm loosening so that his ass is now higher than his head and shoulders, and the only thing keeping him upright is his left arm, chrome fingers gripping furrows into the wall, and Rumlow's shaft lodged inside him, his handler's strong hands pawing against his tender ass.

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Rumlow lets out a curse into his moan as the Soldier speaks up, telling him exactly what he wants to hear. It's so real, so true, Rumlow lets it guide him through this experience- because yes, that's exactly what this is. The experience of having something to fully and completely that it belongs to you.

The Soldier clenches, pulling him in, and Rumlow begins to fuck him relentlessly, as those words die off. "I'll teach you. I'll make sure this is all you know."

That firm, muscled ass pushing up closer to him as the Soldier's body sags down, and Rumlow takes that as an invitation to fuck into him even harder, letting out a series of gasps and moans as the Soldier clenches right around him. He doesn't care about the Soldier's erection, not anymore. He just wants to claim what's his.

"Tighter." He says as he thrusts in, smacking again at his Soldier's ass. "Clench tighter around my dick. Milk me dry. I want you to make sure you get every last fucking drop outta me, you hear?"

The Soldier nods - or, at least, he thinks he nods. Hard to tell when Rumlow's brutally pounding him hard enough that it hurts more than it feels good, shocks of fresh pain radiating out from his channel as his handler drives in again and again and again.

He complies as best he can with his mind swimming, a fresh wave of dizziness swaying the corner of the room and the bed. As ordered he clenches down on Rumlow, his muscles rippling around the heat of his hard shaft. Is that tight enough? It wouldn't do to hurt his handler in the middle of instruction -

With his ass clenched, the hard smack against his cheek jolts him out of his daze, briefly interrupts the hypnotic rhythm set by Rumlow plowing into him. The Soldier's actually startled by it, a surprised hiss escaping through his clenched teeth. This time he squeezes harder, longer; a roar of rushing blood in his ears as his head sinks down so his burning hot forehead rests against the pillow, teeth grit, his hand curled into chrome claws against the concrete wall. His ass serves as counter-balance, wantonly tipped up in the air as if presented for Rumlow to inspect.

The Soldier's head tilts sideways against the pillow, dark curls of his hair plastered to his brow and cheeks, strands now damp with fresh sweat. His lips part as he moans, still bodily squeezing and maybe they can share that pain because he's now squeezing hard enough that maybe it'll hurt for Rumlow, too.

He's gonna fuck his Soldier stupid, he swears it. He's already half way there. Nothing else will exist but this, but him. Much like the Soldier, it's Rumlow's only thought as well. The two of them, existing for each other. In Rumlow's head it's a beautiful thing.

He moans loudly as the Soldier's body clenches tighter around his cock, pulling him in- as if he isn't deep enough already, blotchy red ass cheeks pressing up even more as the Soldier's body arches downward. It's acceptance, it's allowance, and Rumlow takes. If the Soldier squeezes tighter, Rumlow doesn't mind. The pain is all a part of the pleasure. He still has fresh bite marks on his shoulder to prove it.

"You're mine. You're mine." It's a statement as much as an order- something he wants to drill into that empty head. He wants to fill it up with himself, inside and out. He grabs at the Soldier's hair, yanking his head back to drive that thought home.

The sound that motion pulls from his Soldier pushes him over the end he gives one final thrust into the pliant body, grabbing on tight to his ass as he comes, spilling deep into the Soldier's hole for the third time today.

It's too bad there's no mirror - if there had been Rumlow would've had a great view of the Soldier's ass in the air, his head and neck bent back to where it has to be agonizing, the Asset's saliva-slicked mouth hanging open as he gasps and whines blindly with hitching breaths, eyes rolled up until there's only a hint of glassy blue.

Mostly he's awash in pain, muscles tight with it from how far he's bent back by that handful of hair, his body rocking with each merciless thrust pounding him into the bed. Sometimes it might seem like he's on the edge of graying out, still weakened from the wipe, his face going slack and senseless only for Rumlow to slam into his prostate and drag him back. When that happens, the Soldier's face scrunches a little, features tightening with the wave of pleasure. Blinking, he'll unconsciously tug back against Rumlow's fistful of hair for a moment or two before another thrust, another drive of his handler's cock from head to balls has him going limp with a kind of mute acceptance and his face goes slack again.

Pain, mostly. A few jarring moments of pleasure. The constant is Rumlow's rasping voice growling behind him, reminding him of his place in HYDRA, who, exactly, he belongs to and will always belong to.

He barely feels Rumlow flood into him, that warmth claiming his twitching ass. Bent back, a feeble moan edges between the Soldier's lips as he shudders around Rumlow's cock pulsing into him, still trying to comply and clench, to milk him as ordered of every drop so that when he eventually pulls free, there won't be any excess dripping from him.

It really is too bad there's no mirror, Rumlow would love to get a full view of that. Watching his Soldier's ass clenching around him as he plows into him is good enough, though.

His spent cock twitches inside the Soldier for a moment longer before he's pulling out with a wet sound, groaning as he does so. He lets go of the Soldier' hair, dragging his hands down the other man's back, then gives his ass one last smack.

"Did that clear things up for you, Soldier?" Cum drips from the Soldier's abused hole and Rumlow drags his fingers through it, pushing it back in. Maybe next time he'll get a plug to keep all his seed inside. To make sure the Soldier is unable to forget him in more ways than one.

The Soldier's so out of it, so disoriented, that when Rumlow suddenly releases his hair he doesn't try to catch himself; instead he slumps forward, head hitting the pillow as he wheezes into the fabric and when that slap jiggles his reddening ass, he only gives a spent grunt instead of tightening the sore muscle in case there's a second one incoming.

It takes awhile for the Soldier regain enough awareness where he can shift himself up from where he's collapsed forward, the puckered ring of his ass quivering, shining with spit and sweat and the pearly gloss of cum as the muscle trembles around Rumlow's fingers helpfully inserting themselves back so he doesn't fail that order to keep every drop inside.

A few seconds later, the Soldier's head shifts against the pillow, his dark hair fanning as he twists his face sideways. Movements sluggish, he manages to get his right arm under him. Lifting his head drags out a woozy groan. Rumlow was speaking. Saying something. Asking him something? For those few seconds when he'd been fucked into thoughtlessness, he'd felt empty of everything but the sound of his handler's voice, tight with pleasure, and he'd floated in a kind of void where he didn't have to do anything but lie there with a powerful cock filling him, its hypnotic rhythm stealing away any thoughts. All he needed was his handler.

Wetting his lips, the Soldier unknowingly compliments Rumlow: instead of immediately bouncing back with a reply, the Asset manages to only slur a dazed "what?".

There's silence for a while after the slap rings out in the nearly empty room. Rumlow's words hang in the air as well, mixed with heavy breathing. He tilts his head, watching his Soldier try to situate himself again, a groan leaving his lips. He looks sluggish, worn.

It's only after a moment that the Soldier speaks up again, and it makes Rumlow smirk, feeling triumphant. Nice and clear, head empty. Nothing left but him.

He lets out a soft laugh, pushing at the Soldier's ass to make him fall over, then gives his next instruction. No, he's not done with his pet just yet. "Move onto your back. That's right, take a deep breath. Relax a little." It's not lost on him that the Soldier is still fully hard, beads of precum still clinging to the head of his cock. Rumlow ignores it, straddling the Soldier's body once he's on his back, shifting up on his knees till his spent and sticky cock is aligned with the Soldier's face.

"You wanted to show me what your mouth could do, yeah? So make sure my dick is nice and clean." Rumlow's hand is back in the Soldier' hair, caressing.

It's clumsy and slow, the Soldier managing to flop onto his back, one leg bent, his metal arm curled over his head as if he'd been about use it as a pillow. It's an unconsciously sensual display with his chest still heaving with a fresh sheen of sweat, his hard shaft bobbing with the motion and dribbling pearls of precum against his groin and stomach.

The Soldier blinks mutely up at Rumlow, watching as his handler mounts him so that he blocks out the light spilling through the cell's tiny window and onto the bed, his softening cock swinging until it's hanging over him almost close enough to tease against his face, his parted lips. The Soldier's still good and fucked, the expression on his face one of vacant confusion as it takes longer than normal to usual to process Rumlow's new order.

With his head propped up by the pillow the Soldier complies as he always does...even if it's maybe not with his usual efficiency, because his right hand comes up, his fingers lightly bumping against the hard muscle of Rumlow's thigh before he manages follow it up to the V of his waist and then, finally, he locates his dick. Guiding clumsily it to his lips, his grip's loose and when he opens his mouth and tries to run his tongue along the shaft, he actually misses. The heat of Rumlow's shaft rubs its sticky length against his cheek instead of inserting itself into his waiting mouth.

It takes another attempt before he succeeds, the Soldier sloppily lapping at his handler's cock, trying to clean it to spec, his coordination shot because Rumlow fucked it out of him.

It's a beautiful display. One that Rumlow won't soon forget. He takes it in, letting his gaze drag along the hard, sweaty lines of the Soldier's muscles. Even with how poorly HYDRA treats him, he still maintains this glorious look. It's as if his Soldier was made for this.

Rumlow doesn't mind the muted look or the disorientation. It just means he did he job, he got what he wanted. His Soldier is in a plank, pliable state. The slowness of it all feels languid, sensual. Rumlow can imagine this like a lover does, after being fully sated. Both of them in the right state of mind.

"There you go," Rumlow practically coos, all the hardness and force fucked out of him too, it seems. His hand moves to the Soldier's face, caressing it lightly as the other man is finally able to slide his tongue along his softening cock. It's still warm, inviting, very thorough as he laps up the mess he made. "You're so lucky to have all of this. You're so goddamn lucky I take care of you so well. Say thank you, and finish cleaning me off."

Rumlow handles all the thinking, all the planning, so an asset doesn't have to. It's a lot to ask of a man. A lot of work. And yet Rumlow's doing all this for an asset like him. Unaware what he's feeling is a dull kind of gratitude swelling toward his handler, the Winter Soldier does his best to lick him clean even with his head swimming, an emptiness howling in his mind and aching in his just-vacated ass.

The Soldier manages to mumble a "thank you", as ordered, the two words muffled because he slurs them into the base of his handler's shaft. In his semiconscious state, the Soldier probably takes longer than needed to lick Rumlow clean, mouthing and suckling at his semi-flaccid shaft instead of lapping at it, kissing out of some ingrained habit instead of swirling his tongue along the crown of his head. Eventually he gets there.

Every square centimeter of Rumlow's cock gets licked clean, glistening with the Soldier's saliva. The order complete, he sags back against the pillow, gazing up at his handler through half-open eyes, pale blue peeking through his dark lashes. Rumlow says he's lucky and taken care of and he must be right, because he's his handler and handlers are always right. At this point, dazed, well and truly fucked, and the Winter Soldier's the perfect plaything.

Rumlow groans, a content feeling pooling in his stomach as his soldier cleans him up. That tongue is just as warm, just as thorough now as it's always been- and yet there's something just slightly different here too. The need to please isn't just this blank thing. There's a hint of reverence in those dazed blue eyes.

His Soldier can take as long as he wants, Rumlow is fully satisfied, watching him lap up every last bit of sticky cum. There are moments when it's almost too much, the soldier suckling at him, but he knows how to make his handler feel good and he doesn't need to stop.

"Such a good boy..." Rumlow smile as the Soldier's head falls back against the pillow. Those half lidded blue eyes look at him, and Rumlow can't even push the thought away. His Soldier is beautiful, perfect. No one is as lucky as he is.

"Who do you belong to, Soldier?"

Good. Since an asset can't want anything, he can't want to be good, but he should always be good for his hardworking handler who has arranged time in his busy schedule to instruct him even though he must have other things to do. Rumlow must be exhausted having to deal with him, and that isn't accounting for any other assets, any other assignments he has to juggle, too.

The Soldier gazes up at his handler, expression empty as his mind, his lips tinged pink and a little swollen with how hard he'd been suckling against the heat of his shaft.

"You," he says dully, and the words come easy. "I'm your asset."

Without further orders he's left to go limp into the bed because he can't remember how to relax, the Soldier's hair forming a dark halo around his head against the pillow's cotton as he gazes through fluttering eyelashes at his handler. He's on display, ready, waiting, for the next input. His chest rises and falls, taut muscle, the peaks of his rosy nipples, his legs unconsciously spreading a little against the bed, and maybe his ass is still twitching, still quivering, as if still trying to clamp down on Rumlow's cock even though it's currently still hanging in front of his face, shining with his drool and licked clean of cum.

"That's right, sweetheart." The words are kind, but the look on Rumlow's face is anything but. He's gloating, really. He's satisfied. Having control over the Asset is no small thing, not in the way he has control. Sure, any other handler can come along, but it won't be like this.

He drags his thumb along those wet, pink lips, just looking down at his prize. His possession.

"We've had a real long day, and I think I'm finally spent." He can feel exhaustion pulling at him too. He really was hard at work today. "Enjoy your new digs while you've got em. You're lucky enough to sleep on a bed tonight."

Rumlow lifts himself off of the Soldier's body, standing up. He lets his gaze rake across sweat slicked, quivering skin. Tomorrow there will be orders for a new mission. Right now there's just this. "Go to sleep." It's an order he's sure the Soldier will fall into easily, looking as fucked out as he does right now.

It's easy to obey Rumlow's order to rest. Exhausted in body and mind, ass quivering, brain raw and feeling loose and liquid and about to seep out through his fingers, and the Soldier eventually goes limp in his bed, dull blue eyes drifting shut, curled on his side in a fetal position on a bed he'd never have been given if it wasn't for Rumlow's soft spot for him.

Tomorrow he wakes up a new man. Literally.

Taken from the VIP cell, pumped full of a cocktail of new, experimental drugs and then reprogrammed, the Winter Soldier will eventually be transferred to a gurney in one of the patient wards on the ground level reserved for normal recruits. With a thin blanket draped over him, his dark hair spread on a pillow as he sleeps off the sedatives, he looks...normal. The medical gown's been replaced so that he's allowed to be dressed, to have the illusion of privacy when he wakes up and his new, improved deep cover mode will be activated as soon as he sets eyes on Rumlow.

It's almost noon when Rumlow's allowed to enter the patient room.

At first the Soldier will be sitting up in bed, his right hand resting on his thigh over the blanket, his left missing so there's only the chrome socket where titanium meets flesh, and he'll be gazing at nothing with that thousand yard stare he gets when he's fresh off a wipe and there's no one home in his fried skull. It's only when the locks disengage with loud thunks and the door opens that his head turns. Dull blue eyes lock on the man framed in the doorway.

Awareness suddenly floods into them. The Soldier becomes animated for the first time in years, the deep cover flawlessly activating as he makes a visual with Rumlow, and now he'll think he's "James" instead of a nameless shell of a man.

"Finally decided to visit, huh?" James smirks. "Took me losing my arm to drag you back from wherever you got posted this time."

He reaches up to slap his palm against where the prosthetic's supposed to be. Unaware he's had that metal arm for decades, James thinks he's just getting one for the first time, that he got lucky out of all the others to get some fancy tech that's supposed to be as good as the flesh one he'd just lost.

Rumlow is given the full debriefing on what exactly it is they're going to do here. He knows it top to bottom, same as he always does- but even then, coming face to face with it is shocking. This mission will be a tough one.

He knows the Asset will only be activated by his presence. He takes a deep breath, then heads inside, trying not to react to what he sees in front of him. He's a professional, he knows exactly what to do, so he smiles as his Soldier- James comes to life. Rumlow's surprised they even attempted to use that name, seeing as how violently they shocked it out of him. He wonders if the person this empty shell used to be was anything like this man sitting in front of him with a smirk on his face, but he pushes that thought away.

There's no room for that here.

"Came as soon as I could. You know I'd rather be here anyway." He comes over, tilting his head to the side eying James's face. So much expression, so much emotion, and yet- still an empty shell. He has to keep reminding himself of that. "How're you feeling?"

It's a weird thing, shrugging with only one shoulder.

"Surviving," James says, trying to ignore the phantom sensation of his missing arm. Hopefully Rumlow can't see the cracks in his grin. "Kinda hurts here," he waves at the titanium socket where all the fancy people in the lab coats said the prosthetic will go once it's ready. "Look, enough about me. Came all this way to visit, you gotta be hungry. Help me finish this off?"

He reaches over to pull the bedside table closer, swinging the platform so it'll be over his knees and Rumlow can reach it if he joins him and takes a seat next to the gurney. Lunch is on a plastic tray, plastic everything from the plates to the covers, and on an actual table: the height of luxury for the Winter Soldier, who almost never gets to eat like a normal person. Now "James" is lifting each cover, sniffing, unaware of how rare this is. As hospital food goes, it's about average, he guesses. Something that's meat loaf and gravy, salad, vegetable soup with Saltine crackers. Carrot cake (ugh). Little cup of vitamins to take with the meal. Juice and milk and water (why all three?).

All of it far better than anything he's been allowed even just twenty four hours ago.

James pushes the carrot cake toward Rumlow with a nudge of his elbow, not exactly making it a secret he's trying to use him like a raccoon and eat the food he doesn't want.

"Surviving, huh. You're lucky you're alive," he can't help but say. As if losing his arm is some small thing. But either way, the Soldier should be grateful. James. He has to get that in his head. He has to play his part to perfection here too.

This is a test for the Asset, to make sure he'll perform optimally under these new conditions.

"I'm sure they'll give you somethin' more for the pain." Because that's what normal people would do, right? Rumlow watches James' face, observing it in the same sort of way he did last night, when his flaccid cock was dragged out of his mouth after cleaning. "I ain't all that hungry. I ate on the way over. You need to eat all of this to keep your strength up."

Rumlow comes over anyway, sitting down next to the gurney, taking a look at the carrot cake before he pushes it back. "Eat it.... but go slow, I don't know how that meatloaf is gonna sit in your stomach."

It's far too rich, considering what they've given the Soldier before this.

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