Ione, take us into the Sun
“C’mere, Papa Smurf.” Bucky grinned and wrapped his arms around Zemo’s torso from behind.
“Dear one, I am not a Smurf.” Trying for indignant, while mock-struggling.
“How long are you thinking of staying blue?” Bucky tightened his grip, and nuzzled at the back of Zemo’s neck.
“Angel of mine, if you so desire, I can change back in a heartbeat.” Zemo relaxed against him, placing his hands over Bucky’s where they rested over his stomach.
“Hel, I don’t mind what you look like. If you like it, keep it on.” Bucky said against Zemo’s shoulder blades, dropping little kisses on his shimmery azure skin.
“My heart, my love. You say the sweetest things. You are everything to me.” Zemo spoke slowly, lovingly. He rested his head back against Bucky’s.
“You always seem so calm and unruffled.” Bucky whispered into Zemo’s flesh. “You’re always ready to compliment and encourage people, to ask about what interests them.” He brought his head up. “And you listen really well.” He paused, rubbed his lips over Zemo’s shoulder, moving up to the side of his neck. He whispered in his ear “Does anyone ever tell you how wonderful you are, or ask about your achievements?”
“I don’t need them to.”
Bucky hummed encouragingly against Zemo’s neck.
“I have so much,” mused Zemo. “I want to share…” He paused, leaned into Bucky who was nibbling his earlobe.
“You know I don’t like to talk about myself much…” He closed his eyes briefly.
“Shhhh. I know. I know.” murmured Bucky. His breath was so warm. “C’mere. Tell me what you’re dreaming of.” He hugged Zemo closer. Waited.
After a few minutes, Zemo opened his eyes and turned his space-black gaze on Bucky.
“Do you remember when we were at the photographers to cheer up Jamie?” He smiled, and for a moment Bucky lost his train of thought.
“Hmmm?”
“And you chose that wonderful, extravagant, joyous Phoenix costume?”
Oh, that. “Sure.” said Bucky, affecting disinterest. “I see it every day in the goddamn living room.”
“Would you mind very much wearing it again for me?” Zemo smirked.
“Eh? I haven’t got it. It was just a costume at the photographers.” Bucky shrugged around Zemo.
“I can fix that.” Zemo patted Bucky’s hands, signaling release.
“Yeah?” Bucky let go and sat back. Zemo turned fully to face him, brought one long-fingered hand up to cup Bucky’s cheek. He tilted his head infuriatingly and smirked his characteristic smirk. His eyes were twinkling with stardust.
“Ione, take us into the sun.”
An hour or so later, a blue shimmer Zemo fucked a winged phoenix Bucky against a backdrop of solar flames.
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