Războinic.

Oeznik was whistling in the kitchen, making snacks for Războinic.

Zemo followed the sound. He liked to see Oeznik happy.

He took the tray up himself.

Războinic was slouching on the couch, feet stretched out on the coffee table in front of him, playing video games. He was only wearing his blue hip wrap, his golden body looking long and lean.

Cinnamon tattoos like drizzled honey glazed his skin. All over. Legs, arm, chest, back of hand, fingers  and toes. The only places free of tattoos were his face and neck, palm and soles. His golden prosthetic arm was totally clear, except for a 5 inch Ankh glyph on the outside upper arm.

His hair was thick and dark gold, cut chunky and wavey, falling almost to his shoulders. His stubble was tawny.

But his eyes, oh his eyes, were liquid fire: hot turquoise. Burning azure. It was difficult to meet their gaze. Unless you were Zemo.

“You didn’t have to do that, Freckles,” said Războinic cheekily, as Zemo sauntered in, holding the tray of goodies.

“Ha!” Zemo put the tray on the coffee table, and sat by him. “Are you not cold?” Zemo brushed his fingers over the top of Războinic’s thigh.

“Nah.” Războinic’s fiery eyes were glued to his game. 

“Don’t you like the clothes I had made for you?” Zemo’s fingers moved to Războinic‘s hip wrap.

“Sure, they’re fine. But I like this, for round the house. It’s comfy.” Războinic lifted his thigh slightly, propped his foot up on the table edge.

“Shall I have others made?” asked Zemo, in that husky accented voice that Războinic loved so much. Zemo moved his hand languidly over Războinic‘s hipbone.

“Please,” answered Războinic, quickly finishing this part of his game, “like for when this is in the wash.”

“Any colours?” The back of Zemo’s fingers slid slowly up Războinic‘s side.

“All the colours, babe,” Războinic looked over to Zemo, and gave a cheeky grin, his eyes flashing cerulean sparks like a blue sun.

“Babe, is it, now?” Zemo sat back, his voice soft and low.

“Unless you don’t like it.” Războinic put his game controller down by his side, and turned to face Zemo.

“I like anything you choose to call me,” Zemo answered, his lips quirking into a light smile.

“Understood,” nodded Zemo, smiling back. He couldn’t help it. Just seeing Războinic’s face lifted his spirits.

“I like James too. I can’t decide.” Războinic shuttered those resplendent azure eyes, dropped his head sideways to rest his cheek on the cushion.

“No matter,” murmured Zemo, lifting a hand to cup Războinic‘s cheek.

“When’s everyone arriving?” Războinic’s eyelashes were long and tawny, casting thick shadows on the tops of his cheeks.

“Not until later tonight.” Zemo’s thumb stroked along Războinic‘s stubbly jaw.

“Which uniform do you want me in?” Războinic asked, basking in Zemo’s attention, keeping his electric eyes closed for just a bit longer.

“The black, with the green piping,” said Zemo softly, leaning closer. “I have laid it out in your room.”

“Thanks,” said Războinic. Then he opened up his fiery eyes and lifted his head, saying “but I still don’t know why I have to have a separate room. I mean, I spend most of my time with you.”

“I know, dear heart,” replied Zemo, dropping his hand from Războinic’s jaw. “And I would have it no other way. But you may wish to sleep alone on some occasions.”

“Like when you snore too much, you mean.” Războinic‘s eyes flashed and sparked as he laughed at his quip.

“Răz! The very idea!” Zemo affected indignation.

“Or, if you’re entertaining…” Războinic mused, his eyes dimming slightly.

“I highly doubt that will happen,” answered Zemo huskily.

“You never know,” stated Războinic, adding, “You’re fucking gorgeous, and you may have to seduce someone.”

“Indeed!” chuckled Zemo. ‘And if that were ever to happen, I would probably use a hotel.”

“Course! And have me on guard duty outside, able to hear every fucking noise.” Războinic flounced back on the couch and crossed his arms grumpily across his golden chest.

“And me, within,” said Zemo, his voice becoming indecently seductive, “The only thing keeping me aroused, being the thought of you outside.”

“Yeah?” Războinic turned towards him again, his face hopeful, his eyes shining celestially.

“Yes,” breathed Zemo. “I would make rapturous noises, just so that you would hear them.”

“You’d tease me, like that?” Războinic hitched up closer to Zemo.

“Only so I could make it up to up you later.” Zemo murmured, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips.

“You can make it up to me now,” said Războinic, leaning over to press his mouth to Zemo’s, his hand moving to the back of Zemo’s head.

Războinic pulled away, his burning eyes searching Zemo’s face. He stroked the back of Zemo’s neck. “You do seem tense,” he said.

“I do?” asked Zemo.

“Yes,” grinned Războinic, moving to kneel up on the couch next to Zemo. “I think you need some tension release.”

“What are you suggesting?”

Războinic paused, tilted his head. “What time did you say people were coming?”

“We have all the time you require,” smiled Zemo, his warm brown eyes inviting.

“Great.” Războinic’s climbed onto Zemo’s lap and straddled him, placing his hands on Zemo’s shoulders. “Cos, I think I need a lot of time. I want to go slow.” Războinic smiled softly, gazing deep into Zemo’s eyes, slipping his hand under Zemo’s top, scratching his chest lightly. Zemo caressed his cheek, gazing back at him, breathing in his outbreath.

“Stop time for me, Zemo,” he breathed.

“As you command,” answered Zemo, his voice a quiet throaty whisper.

Zemo moved his hand to the back of Războinic’s neck, leaned in to kiss him again, his tongue swirling possessively in Războinic’s mouth. Războinic returned the kiss with fervour, his arms finding Zemo’s sides and gripping his ribcage. His body moving against Zemo’s lap. He moaned into Zemo’s mouth.

Zemo finished the kiss languidly, pulled away slightly. Războinic’s eyes were wide and dark, their turquoise fire glimmering, banked. Zemo could see himself reflected in the huge pupils. He stroked the back of Războinic’s head lovingly.

“I’m all yours,” Zemo murmured, “but I fear I am wearing far too many clothes.” He smirked his characteristic smirk, tilted his head, totally in control.

“Compared to me, you are.” Războinic said.

“Divest me, my love,” Zemo whispered, his voice low and compelling, before leaning back on the couch, moving his arms out to lie along the back cushions.

Războinic leaned forwards and ripped apart Zemo’s expensive cashmere top, lightly scratching his chest. Zemo looked up at him owlishly.

“More,” he said.

Războinic scratched down Zemo’s chest to his belt, leaving light trails of blood. Zemo breathed in, eyes half closed, head thrown back. “Mmmm, yes,” whispered Zemo, settling himself under Războinic, feeling arousal coursing through him, his nipples tightening, the little hairs on his skin standing up.

Războinic slipped off Zemo’s lap and ripped off his remaining clothing, throwing the shreds of it all out into the middle of the room. A naked, bloodied Zemo watched him with lidded eyes. Războinic was so gorgeous. Zemo admired the way his muscles bunched and moved beneath his smooth skin, adored the way his tattoos rippled, his golden arm flexed. Loved the way that his eyes were banked at the moment, yet could spill liquid fire. His cock filled out as Războinic turned back to him.

Războinic smiled shyly, unexpectedly, as he looked back at Zemo. He unfastened his wrap and let it fall to the floor. Zemo smiled back, his eyes dropping briefly to admire Războinic’s already rampant cock, covered in mystical nutmeg coloured tattoos. He was so lucky that Războinic was so well-endowed. He looked back up at his face, met his gaze and crooked a finger at him.

Războinic grinned and slipped onto the couch next to Zemo. He wrapped his legs around him, and pulled him onto the couch with him, lying backwards. Zemo smirked and allowed himself to be manoeuvred. He covered Războinic’s body with his own.

Războinic moved his hands up to push through Zemo’s hair, wrapped his heels around Zemo’s calves, and opened his mouth to him. They kissed for a long moment, tongues sliding together as their bodies hardened. Then Războinic broke off the kiss, and deftly flipped Zemo over onto his back. It was done before Zemo could even react. Războinic was that quick.

Războinic straddled Zemo again, and bent low over his body. His face was close to Zemo’s. He breathed slow and gazed into his eyes as he lowered himself possessively onto Zemo’s dick. His bright burning eyes fluttered closed and he sighed, clenching around him. He sat on him for a long moment, just feeling Zemo inside him, rocking back and forth almost imperceptibly.

“Zemo,” he said then, moving up and down Zemo’s cock, slowly, slightly, hardly moving up at all. “My Baron.”

Zemo felt the slick heat from Războinic enfolding his cock. Felt the warm heavy weight of Războinic’s dick lying along his lower belly, and the slight pressure of his balls. He put his hands on Războinic’s hips. “My Warrior,” he whispered, slowly thrusting up with him, matching his rhythm.

Războinic smiled, mouth half open to show his sharp, white teeth, and started moving faster. But then he stopped. “Wait,” he said, and he gripped Zemo’s shoulders and flipped them both over again, so that he was on his back, with Zemo above him.

They adjusted to the new positioning and Zemo settled himself into Războinic. Pushed himself in deep, hunching into him, as close as he could. Războinic wrapped his arms around Zemo’s waist, hugging him tightly, biting the side of his neck, gripping him internally. “Zemo,” he whispered again.

“My love,” said Zemo, waiting.

Războinic scratched down Zemo’s back, feeling Zemo’s dick twitch and jump inside him as he did so. Zemo hitched even closer. Războinic didn’t want this feeling to end: Zemo filling him, his arms around him, his cock trapped under Zemo’s belly, his eyes filled with Zemo’s gorgeous face, his distinctive cologne enveloping him.

Then Războinic started to move, tiny little circling motions with his hips, planting his feet on the couch, rounding his back. He brought his hands up to Zemo’s shoulders, pulling him down closer to his chest.

And Zemo began to rock into him, and Războinic could feel his orgasm building. But it was too soon. He didn’t want it to end yet. 

“Slow, please Zemo. Slower. I don’t want to cum yet.”

Zemo hummed, and slowed.

Time dilated. Zemo slowed right down, softly pushing into Războinic, like the tide to the sea, gently grazing past his prostate, stimulating him, skilfully allowing Războinic’s orgasm to drift, then grow, then spill over like a cup overflowing.

And Războinic was clenching around Zemo’s wicked cock, gripping Zemo’s back, his nails digging in, drawing blood. “Zemo… ah… oh.”

“Aaaah, my One.” The pain from Războinic’s nails in his flesh was exquisite. Zemo could feel his own orgasm building. He suppressed it with a sense of delight as he felt Războinic shift under him.

“Oh, Hel… Helmut… Hel...” Războinic was pushing out fat pulses of thick cum, slowly squeezing them out between their bodies. Pushing his nails in even deeper as he crescendoed.

“Beloved,“ murmured Zemo, surprised at the depth of his feeling, waiting until Războinic had emptied himself, until he stopped digging his nails into Zemo’s flesh. 

Războinic was still gripping Zemo tightly. He moved his hands down to Zemo’s bum. Pressed down. Squeezed. Only then did Zemo allow his own release, fighting to keep himself still as he spurted his semen deep into Războinic. An automaton made just for him, but surpassing all expectations. His bodyguard and his lover.

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