Bucky Clone-ish 2

Zemo was feeling whimsical. He asked Bucky to give him half an hour and then meet him in the bedroom of his master suite.

Bucky walked in to find him lying naked on the bed. That wasn’t surprising. What was surprising was that he was blue. All over blue.

Zemo had blue skin: a scintillating azure blue, with a definite shimmer. His hair was black, still short, same style. Clean shaven, smelling slightly of that aftershave that Bucky loved. He was propped up on one elbow, one long leg bent in front of him, emphasising the curve of his hip. Zemo smiled an invitation and patted the bed next to him. Bucky couldn’t see his dick, but he could smell the other man’s arousal even over the cologne.

“Come here to me, beloved,” Zemo whispered in his throaty accent.

Bucky would have heard that whisper through a wall of vibranium six foot thick.

He shifted his weight onto one leg, then sauntered over to the side of the bed, trying to look unaffected. Thank God Zemo couldn’t hear his heartbeat. He slowed his breathing. Zemo was gazing at him. Fuck. He’d done something to his eyes, too. They were as black as ink, showing no scleras. His eyelashes were indecently thick and long. Zemo smiled his Cheshire Cat smile.

Bucky knelt one leg on the bed. He gestured at Zemo’s body. “What’s all this then?”

“I find I’m blue without you,” said Zemo without a hint of irony.

Bucky groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Come and cheer me up.”

Bucky kicked off his boots and slid onto the bed beside him. Zemo waited, allowing Bucky to look at him, to take it all in. He was magnificent.

Bucky gently put his hand on Zemo’s bicep, rubbed his thumb slowly across Zemo’s azure skin. He smoothed his hand up Zemo’s arm to his shoulder. His blue skin definitely had some kind of glitter or shimmer to it. But it didn’t come off on Bucky’s palm.

“You’ve still got all your freckles, I see,” said Bucky.

Zemo hummed.

Bucky’s hand reached Zemo’s jawline, his fingertips moving across Zemo’s cheekbones and over to his lips. They were a darker blue, soft and satiny to his touch.

He looked up from them into Zemo’s deep black eyes and caught his breath.

“Whoa. This is freaky.” Bucky moved his hand to cup Zemo’s cheek, threading his fingers through Zemo’s hair and around the back of his neck.

“How so?” Zemo tilted his head in that familiar adorable way.

“You look weird.” Bucky let his gaze roam over Zemo’s face, taking in the familiar freckles and moles - now a navy blue colour on his cerulean skin.

“You don’t like it?” whispered Zemo, his breath moving against Bucky’s cheek.

“I didn’t say that, exactly,” murmured Bucky, looking intently into Zemo’s eyes. “Though, I can’t see the markings on your iris anymore.”

“Does that bother you?” asked Zemo softly, moving his face closer, his mouth hovering inches from Bucky’s.

“Hmmm?” said Bucky, distractedly.

“I said,” Zemo kissed him lightly on the mouth. “Does that,” he kissed him again. “Bother,” he kissed the side of his mouth. “You.” He nibbled at Bucky’s bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth.

Bucky “mmmmm”ed uncontrollably, his eyes closing automatically, and let his Baron kiss him. Let Zemo push him over onto his back, straddle him and lay his long naked body over Bucky’s as he deepened their kiss. Bucky moved his other hand up to Zemo’s thigh, over his bum, splaying his fingers out along Zemo’s spine and up the curve of his back to rest between his shoulder blades and bring his chest down to his.

Fuck. Now he was lost in Zemo’s kiss. Stranded in his mouth. Shipwrecked against his body. Zemo’s tongue in Bucky’s mouth was doing things to Bucky’s groin and he couldn’t stop himself from jerking up against him.

Zemo hummed a satisfied hum into Bucky’s mouth and finished the kiss. He sat up slightly, pushing his pelvis down onto Bucky’s, grinding a little, and Bucky could feel the weight and heat of Zemo’s dick lying along his stomach. Fuuu-uuuck.

Bucky opened his eyes. “Holy cow,” he said. “I forgot you were blue.”

He took his hands from Zemo’s body and pushed himself up onto his elbows, forcing Zemo to sit up and back. Bucky took the opportunity to rake his gaze over Zemo’s shoulders, chest and stomach - dark blue chest hair and that trail of belly hair - down to his groin: dark blue pubes and a fat blue cock.

Zemo put his hands on the top of his own thighs as he waited for Bucky.

Bucky licked his lips. Looked up at Zemo. 

“Hel,” he said. “Take me to heaven.”

Zemo laughed delightedly, and leant forwards again to kiss him, his eyes shining like the blackness of space. He slid his hands under Bucky’s top as he did so.

“Let’s get you naked, my love,” Zemo said, pulling up his top. “I want to fuck you until you see stars.”

Bucky moved to let Zemo remove his top and drop it - drop it! - over the side of the bed.

“I’m seeing stars already,” he whispered, lifting his hips to let Zemo unfasten his trousers.

Zemo tutted affectionately, pulling down Bucky’s jeans, and shifting backwards to remove them completely. “The stars I wring from you, my darling James, will be sweet torture,” he said distractedly as he efficiently stripped Bucky bare, abandoning his clothes to the floor.

Bucky was rock hard and already leaking when Zemo lay beside him and put his hand down between Bucky’s legs, moved it up his inner thigh and into his crack. Slid his hand upto Bucky’s sphincter. Bucky opened his legs, shifted his weight.

Bucky watched - eyes lidded, mouth half open - as Zemo slid the pads of his fingers around Bucky’s hole. Keeping the fingers of one hand massaging that tight little ring of muscle, Zemo leaned closer and planted little kisses on Bucky’s collarbone, moving up the side of his neck to nibble at his ear. 

Zemo’s breath was warm on Bucky’s skin, and his fingers were deftly moving past Bucky’s sphincter. Bucky sighted down between their bodies to see Zemo’s thick cobalt cock: fat and hard and slightly pink where the tip could be seen under the cerulean foreskin. Zemo wrapped one leg over Bucky’s nearest thigh, pulling him slightly wider. Bucky could feel the heat of Zemo’s skin, feel the indentation of Zemo’s cock against him.

He clenched around Zemo’s fingers, pushing against them. He ached to be filled by him. He twitched.

Zemo didn’t speak. Just kept nibbling at his ear, sucking the lobe, pushing his fingers slowly into him, massaging his inner passage.

Bucky turned his head and kissed Zemo. Opened his mouth and pushed his tongue into Zemo’s mouth. Push yourself into me like this, he was saying, moving his tongue thickly into Zemo, twisting slightly to grasp the back of Zemo’s head with one hand, and pull him as close as he could.

He closed his eyes against Zemo’s space-black gaze, gripped his neck, thrust in his tongue, moved his hips.

Zemo broke off the kiss, lips wet and dark. Bucky opened up his eyes and Zemo looked deep into his soul as he finally moved his fingers deep into Bucky’s arse, swiping across his prostate, playing with his nerve endings.

Bucky’s spine tingled. He released his hold on Zemo’s neck and lay back on the bed, free hand gripping the sheets. He closed his eyes again and moved his hips, opened himself to Zemo’s ministrations, felt the heel of Zemo’s hand against the underside of his balls as Zemo fingered him.

Zemo watched Bucky’s face as he manipulated his prostate, drunk on the sight of him, watching his orgasm build, wondering whether to keep him on the edge for a while longer, or let him cum.

But, oh, he wanted to fuck him, wanted to be inside him. His own dick was rock hard and leaking all over the side of Bucky’s hips.

Bucky’s mouth was open, his breath hitching. His body was twitching. His cock was drooling all over his stomach. He moaned softly and Zemo couldn’t keep him waiting any longer. He nuzzled up against him, moved his fingers expertly, and watched with delight as Bucky arched his back, clenched around his hand and jack-knifed gloriously- spilling hot thick cum out over his belly.

Zemo kept his fingers moving as Bucky kept cumming - five, six, seven times. Fat pools of cum on his belly. A few final dribbles. Then he was lying back on the bed, his face serene, his mouth open slightly.

Zemo waited a few seconds, then removed his fingers.

Bucky moaned low in complaint. “Awww. Don’t stop Hel,” he whispered, turning his beautiful blushing face towards him.

Zemo kissed him. “I have no intention to, my sweet,” he murmured. “I promised you stars, and stars you shall have.”

Bucky smiled. “I’m getting to like you blue,” he breathed, before turning his head back and closing his eyes. Waiting.

Zemo moved down and positioned himself in between Bucky’s legs, lifting Bucky’s thighs up and out. Bucky moaned softly and planted his feet, lifted his head a bit to watch him. Watch as Zemo wrapped the fingers of one blue hand around himself and stroked his thick blue dick. Moved the other hand to open up Bucky’s cheeks. Rubbed his cock along Bucky’s crack. Teased at the entrance.

He stopped and reached for the cum on Bucky’s belly. Scooped it up and fed it into Bucky’s hole. Pushed it in. Swiped up the remaining dribbles and wiped them over the tip of his dick, before slowly easing the head into Bucky.

“Mmmm. Yes,” said Bucky, rounding his back, moving his hips, pushing down. “More.”

“More?” asked Zemo, huskily, pausing, hand on his cock, not even halfway in, smiling.

“All,” said Bucky.

Zemo didn’t need to answer with words. He just slid his dick into Bucky. Pulled out. Pushed back in. Until he was seated fully, balls deep, Bucky gripping him internally and rotating his hips slowly.

And Zemo fucked him slow. Slow and deep. Watching the clues from his body. Feeling the tightness of his grip.

And Bucky felt stuffed. Full. Vacuum sealed around Zemo’s fat cock as it pulled against his muscular tube and pushed back in. He watched Zemo - a blue-skinned, black-eyed Zemo - fucking into him, nice and slow. Deep and thorough. Until he felt that familiar tingle. He moved his hands to place them around Zemo’s waist. “Faster, Hel,” he said. “Harder.”

And Zemo complied, ramping up the speed, still controlled, still expertly hitting Bucky’s sweet spot on every thrust. Feeling Bucky loosen his internal grip as Zemo speeded up. Feeling Bucky take it. Take it hard and fast. Take it all. 

Then Bucky gripped him again. Tight. Too tight. Just right. And Zemo couldn’t stop the soft moans escaping, echoing those coming from Bucky’s hot mouth, lips as red as his cheeks, as red as a rose.

His spine tingled, his hips snapped and he was thrusting into his James, spurting his blue-tinged semen deep inside. Just as Bucky was cumming again, his hot creamy jizz squirting between their bodies.

“Fuuu-uuck…. Aaaaah…. H-H-Hellll.”

Zemo stayed stuffed right up Bucky until they calmed a little.

He pulled out and lay down on his side by Bucky, trailed his fingertips in the new puddle of cum on Bucky’s belly.

“Satisfactory?” he murmured, watching Bucky’s face. Relishing the bloom on his skin.

Bucky turned his head to look at him: eyes dark, pupils huge.

He grinned a soppy grin. “It’ll keep me going for a while,” he murmured.

Zemo swatted his chest playfully.

“Oh, that’s how it is.”

“Yup.”

Bucky lay back, opened up his arm for Zemo to snuggle under. Wrapped his arm around him and listened to him settle, felt him calm, then gradually fall asleep. Zemo’s strong regular heartbeat was pulsing against the side of Bucky’s ribs: a lullaby he couldn’t resist.

He woke about 10 mins later. Zemo hadn’t moved. Was sleeping soundly under his arm. Bucky gently extricated himself and went to the bathroom to wipe himself down. He passed the replicator and had a thought.

Zemo woke to a naked Bucky standing over him. Well, naked except for his 1940s Sergeant’s cap, placed at a jaunty angle.

He smiled sleepily up at him. “Soldier?”

Bucky grinned back infectiously and cheekily saluted. “Reporting for duty. Sir!” he said sharply, snapping to attention.

It wasn’t the only thing standing to attention. Zemo grinned, licked his lips and leaned forwards.

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