Videochat, Zemo and Bucky on Thema
Part 1
Zemo and Bucky chat with Jamie, Muzz, Dani and Seb via vidscope.
Over on The Serendipity, the guys were sitting in Muzzy’s room, looking at the big video screen that took up the whole of the wall opposite the dining table. Muzzy usually had it cycling through various foresty landscapes, but today they had requested that Ikkoneth hook them up with Ione so they could catch up with Zemo and Bucky. It had only been three days, but the Cats especially had found themselves missing Zemo and Bucky’s faces.
Jamie couldn’t stop the “Yip” escaping when the screen lit up showing Bucky and Zemo in all their glory. Zemo was coiffed and tailored, of course, and Jamie just knew what he smelled like, even if they didn’t have Smell-O-Vision yet. Bucky looked grumpy and rumpled, but it was just for effect, since his face split into a huge grin when he saw them.
“Hi. Hi.” said Jamie, beaming, showing his long white canines, waving at them, ears up and flicking.
“My darlings, I have missed you,” said Zemo. “What have you been upto?”
“Not much,” said Muzzy, leaning forward, smiling, orange eyes wide, ears rotating.
“The usual,” said Daniil, sitting up, one leg crossed with the ankle on his knee.
“What’s going on with you?” asked Sebastián, lounging back, legs spread.
“Same,” said Bucky, echoing Seb’s body language, with one arm casually draped along the back of the sofa he was sharing with Zemo.
Everyone really just wanted to see each other. They didn’t have much to say at first, and that didn’t matter. But after a minute or two of just gazing at each other’s lovely faces, the conversation started to flow quite naturally.
The guys on The Serendipity talked about meeting the crew, the visiting scientists and artists, and some members of the harem. Jamie and Muzz talked over themselves describing their shenanigans with Lirien and Ayesha. Jamie talked about his new friendship with Rrranurr. Muzzy mentioned Cyia, an Orion playmate. Daniil talked about Narilla, and Têzan - a Trill engineer she liked to hook up with sometimes; while Sebastián spoke about Thom, and Ekaromë - his half-orc friend.
Dani and Seb also discussed the possibility of staying on for longer than three weeks.
While Seb and Dani were chatting about joining the harem for a short while, Zemo and Bucky couldn’t help but hear the Cats purring away in the background, contentedly waiting their turn, Jamie draping himself over Muzzy’s shoulders. That said it all really.
Jamie and Muzzy wanted to show off a little. They’d been spending some time with the artists onboard, and had found themselves inspired by the vibrant tapestry of colours and patterns on the surface of Jupiter and Neptune. They had learned a little science along the way, and even tried their hand at a bit of photography. Jamie held up a stunning picture of Jupiter that he had taken, while Muzz showed his photo of Neptune.
“Magnificent,” exclaimed Zemo, clapping his hands together. “You both have quite the artistic eye.”
“Thank you,” preened Jamie.
“Yes,” said Muzz, equally happy. “And did you know the wind on Neptune is so fast it breaks the sound barrier!”
“You’d expect that more from Uranus,” muttered Bucky, deadpan.
Muzzy giggled. Zemo tutted goodnaturedly, and rubbed his hand across the top of Bucky’s thigh. Dani and Seb groaned and rolled their eyes.
Jamie smiled, green eyes sparkling, but was too engrossed in adding his science facts to react much more: “And both Jupiter and Neptune have rings, but really faint, not like Saturn.”
“Again…” began Bucky.
“Stop it,” shushed Zemo, affectionately.
*
Part 2
The next day, on The Pomegranate Frog
Zemo woke slowly. He was spooned up with Bucky behind him. Bucky’s vibranium arm was his pillow and his other arm was draped over Zemo’s torso: its weight, a comforting warmth. He could feel Bucky’s heartbeat strong against his back, and his breath on his shoulder. Zemo felt soft and liquid, and contemplated going back to sleep, when Bucky chose that moment to nuzzle his back, rubbing his stubbly cheeks and chin slowly over Zemo’s shoulder blades.
“You up?” murmured Bucky, sleepily.
Zemo hummed and snuggled back against him. “What do you fancy doing today, my darling?”
“Not fussed.”
“Would you care to visit Thema with me? We can have a look around and see how everything is developing.”
“Sure.”
“We can see if there is anything to add whilst the builders are still there. Get it ready for when Jamie and Muzzy return from their adventures on board The Serendipity.”
“Sounds good.”
“I have been informed that the shuttle port is finished. So, if you like, whilst we are there, we can investigate what it’s like to shuttle between the planet and the moon.”
“Eh? We can do that anyway. We can ‘port, or use our shuttle craft.”
“Yes, dear heart. But I want to go incognito, so I can see for myself what conditions would be like for my staff.”
“You sneaky, adorable old goat.”
“Less of the old, if you don’t mind.”
“Sneaky adorable sexy goat.”
“Better.”
“You talk too much.”
“Shut me up then.”
“C’mere, goaty boy. Let’s see what else you can do with that mouth.”
*
A few days later, Zemo and Bucky were on the bridge, as the ship neared Thema.
“I will have Ione cloak us on approach,” said Zemo.
“What’s the main planet called again?” asked Bucky, lounging in his chair, occasionally swivelling around in it, just for fun.
Zemo slipped into Professor-mode. Bucky settled in.
“The planet is called Viryah, James. It is remarkably comparable to Earth. The inhabitants are called ‘Viryans’, and look very similar to us. In fact, they would be almost impossible to tell apart from humans, but that there is a preponderance of neon colouring in their genetic make-up for hair and eyes. It is very common for Viryans to be born with bright blue, violet, lime, fuchsia, canary yellow, pink or turquoise hair and irises. In any and all combinations.” Zemo paused, brushed a hand through his own luscious locks. “You will find also that the flora and fauna tend towards the blue / purple end of spectrum, and the skies can be mauve and orange and buttercup yellow.” He smiled winningly over at Bucky. “Oh, my James. The sunsets are truly magnificent. I can’t wait for you to share them with me.”
The Pomegranate Frog slowed on approach to the planet, and came into a lazy orbit above Thema. The little moon was gorgeous.
“Holy Cow. Even after what you said, I didn’t expect it to be quite so purple.”
Zemo and Bucky watched their little moon slowly revolve beneath them, noting the intense bands of purple-blue that signified bodies of water, the arctic white clouds outlined in saffron and mauve, the turquoise land masses, dotted with large expanses of lavender.
Zemo made some arrangements with Ione. They left the Frog cloaked, and transported down, but not to Zemo’s estate - oh no. That wasn’t finished enough for Zemo, yet. To the staff complex instead.
Characteristically, Zemo had had all the staff stuff completed first, to his impeccably high standards.
He had built a separate full staff luxury village. Here, again, Zemo had spared no expense. There were spacious apartments for all employees, plus a communal area with cafés, bars, a library, gym, pool, medical centre etc. Staff were only expected to work a 4 day week, and were paid a generous salary. Some of the staff had already opted to stay permanently and only really visited the home planet for shopping or meeting up with friends and family.
There was already a thriving little community. Zemo had received requests for the building of a bakery, a cinema, and an artisan quarter; and for some land to be put aside for an orchard and a little farm. He, of course, agreed, and brought in local architects and designers to begin the construction.
The shuttle port itself was fully functioning and had 2 flights a day to the main planet, at no cost to staff.
Zemo transported them down into the living room of a lovely as-yet-unoccupied chalet, in the outer part of the complex, away from the hustle and bustle of the shuttle port.
“We can stay here for a few days, if you like, instead of continually flitting back and forth to the ship,” said Zemo.
“This is staff quarters?”
“Well, they have to be comfortable.”
Bucky looked around the light and airy 2 bed living accommodation, with all mod cons, a lovely garden and a spectacular view of the alien scenery.
“Do you think it is adequate?” asked Zemo.
“For them, or for us?”
“For them, of course.”
“I do.”
“I’m glad.”
“Hel, it’s all good. Stop overthinking.”
“Of course.”
“But why a 2 bed? We could have just used one of the single bed apartments closer to the centre.”
Zemo’s heart skipped. Did his James just admit that he wanted to share a room with him/ a house with him? He brought himself back in line. Focused.
“Because you should always have a room of your own, should you require it.”
“I don’t. You should know that by now.”
“You may, at any time, need some space of your own.”
“If I did, I’d sleep on the couch.”
“You will not!”
Zemo shook his head, ran his hand over Bucky’s bicep and then moved away into the kitchen area, saying “Are you peckish, my love?”
“I could eat,” muttered Bucky. He wandered over to the large windows and let his eyes roam over the gorgeous scenery. A bird was chirping somewhere. Or, it could have been a cricket, or a lizard for all he knew. He turned inside and claimed a spot on the comfy couch. He listened to Zemo moving around the kitchen. He felt peaceful.
He could smell coffee brewing, along with some kind of fragrant tea. Then he could smell freshly baked bread and his stomach growled. He was just about to get up and investigate, when Zemo swanned into the room with a large wooden tray piled high with goodies. There was: dark Viryan coffee; a fragrant blue flower tea; a warm loaf of crusty bread (white inside, with a pale blue crust); some very orange butter; a kind of plum preserve; a bowl of colourful fruits; a local cheese, which was a dark golden yellow with navy streaks; a selection of cold cuts of meat, looking just like marbled ham or prosciutto; and some small lilac-coloured cakes with fat sugar crystals on top.
*
“Let’s go up to ‘the Big House’ and look around,” said Bucky later, with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Zemo swatted him affectionately. “The Big House, indeed!! Well, we could walk up, or ‘port there.”
“Let’s stroll,” said Bucky decisively.
“We’ll go in disguise until we get to my estate.”
“You and your disguises. You’re really getting into that, huh?”
“It’s just for expedience, James. Don’t fret. Now, how would you like to look?”
“Haven’t given it any thought. You choose for me.”
Zemo’s eyes twinkled gleefully. “Oh, my James. I may have to try several possibilities.”
“Ri-ight. Figures.”
Cue Bucky sporting various different looks until Zemo was satisfied: Bucky with dark green hair and intense yellow eyes; with hot pink hair and violet eyes; bright lime hair and eyes.
Eventually Bucky settled on hair that was deep red at the roots, grading through orange to dark yellow at the tips - like fire - matched with golden eyes. Zemo chose watermelon pink hair for himself, with light green eyes. They kept their clothing, but also veiled it to match the local custom: loose trousers, jackets and tops in earthy colours, flat boots.
“My,” said Zemo, looking Bucky up and down. “You look very handsome. One might say ‘devilish’.”
“Yeah?” said Bucky, twirling, looking himself over, pushing his fingers through his hair to make it stand up like flames. He caught Zemo’s eye, winked. “You’re not so bad yourself, Doll. I could eat you up.”
“Why don’t you then. We have plenty of time.” Zemo opened his arms wide.
Bucky moved into them.
*
Later, after christening the couch, kitchen table and hallway stairs, Zemo was lying on top of Bucky on the bed in the airy upstairs main bedroom. Bucky ruffled his fingers through Zemo’s hair. “I like your pink hair,” he murmured.
Zemo was between Bucky’s thighs, lapping contentedly at his cock. He lifted his head to say “I like your fiery pubes,” then got back to what he was doing: making Bucky cum for the umpteenth time. His jizz was thick and golden, like honey. Zemo couldn’t get enough.
“Just once more,” moaned Bucky, licking his lips. “Uhh… Hel… fff… My turn next.” He gripped the back of Zemo’s head. “I want to taste you again. You’re like candy…” He arched his back as Zemo took him deeper. “Aaaah… mmmm… fuck.”
*
Much later, in the warm afternoon light, they donned their clothes again and stepped out to saunter down to the Big House, as Bucky was insistent on calling it, much to Zemo’s annoyance.
They took the scenic route around the complex. There were lots of dedicated pathways through the meadows and woods surrounding the staff village. Zemo pointed out the various flora and fauna that they came across. There was an especially pretty type of tree that grew in abundance on the moon: agard-wood - tall and blue trunked with scintillating iridescent leaves, that fell around the tree like glittering confetti. The wood was used for building, the leaves for tea, and the small pink flowers and deep violet fruits were quite delicious.
At one point, while walking through a cool copse of tall agard-wood trees, Zemo put a staying hand on Bucky’s arm. There, between the thick blue trunks, was an unfamiliar motion. A floating jewelled purple snake was winding its way through the wood to the right of them. It was as thick as a tree trunk, as long as a football pitch, and floating about a metre off the ground. Its scales were all shades of amethyst.
“Whoa,” whispered Bucky, awestruck. “It’s gorgeous. But how on earth does it move like that?”
Zemo resisted the urge to say: well, we’re not on earth. Instead he replied in a murmur, leaning close to Bucky’s ear “That is a Pellucida Xiaomi, an amethyst serpent. I still do not know how they achieve their incredible motion. But they are quite rare, and I consider that we are very fortunate to have seen one. Luck is on our side, today, mi amor.” He kissed Bucky’s earlobe, and they watched the sinuous glistening serpent glide away.
As they continued their stroll, they passed little clearings and parks. In one, they spotted a family kite flying. The children were absorbed in keeping their fanciful exotic kites aloft, while the adults offered helpful advice.
“On the desert moon, Veron, the kites are big enough for you to ride on” said Zemo, as they wandered past.
Bucky didn’t say anything, but he gave him a look that screamed Yes, please. We have to do that!
By this time, they were approaching the House. Even from the end of the long driveway, and only half finished, it was still extraordinary. Definitely on a par with Zemo’s mansion on Earth.
Zemo tapped his bracelet and reverted to his human form. Bucky followed suit. Zemo turned to wink at Bucky. Bucky stiffened. What had he got going on in that devious mind of his?
But it wasn’t too bad. Zemo tapped at his bracelet again, and an elaborate two-seater bubble appeared in front of them.
“What the fuck!” exclaimed Bucky. “I didn’t know we could do that.”
“This is a gyrosphere,” said Zemo smugly. “We have three of them onboard. Jamie and Muzzy have christened them Sunlight, Branch and Whiskers. This one is Branch.”
Bucky stepped up and looked around it. He liked what he saw.
The gyrosphere was a transparent spherical vehicle, constructed of a strong, durable material that allowed passengers to have a 360-degree view of the surrounding environment. The outer shell of the gyrosphere had a tint to reduce glare and protect occupants from excessive sunlight and radiation. It operated on a gyroscopic stabilization system, which allowed it to maintain balance even on the roughest of terrain. It could roll and move in any direction.
Zemo opened up the side door nearest to him and slid in. He waited patiently while Bucky finished his inspection, and opened the other door for him. Finally Bucky got in beside him.
“I’m driving,” Bucky said.
Zemo smirked and sat back in his seat. “I would have it no other way.”
The gyrosphere came to a stop outside the main doors. Bucky was already a dab hand with the controls. Zemo stepped out as the front doors opened and a neat little man emerged, wringing his hands. He had long vibrant turquoise hair neatly pulled back into a bun, vivid green eyes and he was wearing a definitely Earth-inspired butler’s uniform.
“Baron Zemo,” he said, almost running down the steps to greet him.
“Itath,” said Zemo. “Please don’t worry.”
“Baron Zemo.” Itath continued, coming to a stop in front of Zemo, and taking a quick glance at Bucky as he rose from the gyrosphere. “We didn’t expect you. The master suite isn’t at all ready. But we could air out one of the smaller bedrooms, move some furniture around.”
“No need, Itath. We won’t be staying. I’m just having a look around. I’m trying to decide if I require any additions.” Zemo walked up into the house, Itath hot on his heels.
Bucky didn’t go in. He decided to walk amongst the manicured mazed gardens, and explore the grounds. There were some Viryans in fluorescent safety tabards working off to his left. Bucky snorted to himself. As if they needed anything fluorescent with hair like that.
A few minutes later, Zemo emerged from the house, waved over at Bucky and moved to confer with the the construction overseer, Beli, and her builders.
After he’d finished his conversation, Zemo turned to search for Bucky. He saw him amongst some of the blue agard-wood trees to the west of the house: some of their small iridescent leaves were falling around him. Zemo could hear Bucky humming a tune, occasionally singing out some lyrics as he wandered along the edge of the little wood at the side of the main gardens, looking up at the trees, touching their trunks, catching the leaves. He seemed happy, at peace. Zemo’s heart lifted. He moved closer, trying to identify the tune that Bucky was singing snippets of:
🎶… carry moonbeams home in a jar🎵
Bucky stopped by a frondy purple herb and rubbed his fingers against one of the leaves, bringing it up to his nose to sniff. Zemo knew the scent, he’d done the same thing himself: musky and fresh.
🎶… or would you rather be a … 🎵
Zemo recognised the song now. He started singing it himself as he walked over to Bucky, his sweetly accented voice low and throaty: 🎶… and all the monkeys aren’t in the zoo🎵
Bucky straightened, turned to look at him. Smiled like sunlight. And sang 🎶… everyday, you see quite a few…🎵 He pointed at Zemo, winked.
Zemo put his hand to his chest in mock affront, dancing closer, adding 🎶… so you see, it’s all up to you…🎵 He stretched out his hand to Bucky.
Bucky: 🎶… You could be better than you are…🎵
Zemo huffed, stage-whispered “I highly doubt it.” He smirked, closed the gap between them, took Bucky’s hands in his, and they both sang, in quite good harmony 🎶… you could be swinging on a star.🎵
Zemo pulled Bucky close for a smooch, as the turquoise leaves fell about them.
A heavenly, time-stopping smooch. Hands in each other’s hair, sucking tongues, nibbling lips.
Eventually, though, they broke off. Zemo stole one last kiss from Bucky’s reddened mouth, then stepped back, all business-like. He linked his arm through Bucky’s and turned them both back towards the house and the gyrosphere.
“Everything seems on schedule, my dove. Have you any ideas for additions?”
“Nah. It’s all good. Did you say there was a pool?”
“Indeed. Although ours is not yet complete, we could visit the gym in the staff village.”
“And an observatory?”
“Yes. Although, again, it is not quite ready, but it is ready enough to observe the other moons of the system if you’d like that.”
“I would. Yes. What else is ready?”
“All the staff residences and amenities, of course.”
The observatory, at the top of the north wing, comprised a vaulted ceiling and walls made out of large glass panels between thin metal supports, affording a panoramic view of the skies. It was not yet complete, as Zemo had intimated. There were no shutters or bookcases installed, and the fireplace was empty; but there was a large telescope already set up in the centre of the room, on a revolving platform, along with some chairs and tables, and a little throw rug. The rest of the furnishings would be added later.
Bucky immediately headed for the telescope eyepiece and began to investigate the heavens. Zemo stepped up behind him, placing a warm hand on his back and directing his attention.
Within a few seconds, Bucky was calling out the celestial bodies he could see. He was as gleeful as a kid, throwing out definite ‘Jamie’ energy. Zemo was enchanted anew. Inordinately pleased with himself for bringing Bucky here.
Bucky moved the telescope a few degrees to the left and spied a neighbouring green moon.
“What’s that one called?”
Zemo had a quick look. “That’s the second moon of this planet - a forest moon - called Tiambu.”
“Can we buy it too?”
“Unfortunately not, my sweet, for it belongs to another. That’s why it has a name, not a number, like ours did.”
“What about that one?” Bucky stepped back a bit to let Zemo peer into the scope once more.
“That is the desert moon Veron, which we spoke about earlier. Again, unfortunately, already snapped up. But we can ask to visit there, if you wish it. I can take you kite riding.”
“Is that all the moons around the planet?” Bucky straightened up and looked at Zemo, leaning his arm nonchalantly on the telescope as he did so.
Zemo stepped back a pace, hands gesticulating as he spoke animatedly about the system.
“There are 16 more - some only tiny asteroid-sized - but there is a water moon, another forest moon, an ice moon, and one with some incredible ancient ruins, said to be left by a vastly superior alien race. Alas, that one is also not for sale.”
“A water moon and an ice moon, huh?”
“Indeed, caro mio. The water moon is exceptional. It has vast underground grottos lined with exquisite crystalline formations and geodes. I have only seen holo-recreations, myself, but James… It is divine. Would you like to go there with me?”
“I would. It sounds great.”
“I will arrange a visit.”
“Is it for sale? Are there any others you fancy splashing your cash on?”
“Ah, there in hangs a tale…” Zemo looked up at him owlishly.
“Trouble?”
“Indeed. We can visit the water moon. At an exorbitant price, which I don’t mind paying in the least, you understand. But there is a problem with buying that moon.”
“Can you fix it?”
“The owner is wilful and stubborn. She is a Vesk, from the planet Broöl, and a Duchess to boot. We met whilst I was buying Thema from a distant cousin of hers. She approached me and we discussed buying the wonderful water moon also, which she wants to sell, and will sell to me, but only on one condition.”
“Oh yeah?”
“You may not like it, dear heart.” Zemo stepped closer to Bucky, placed a hand on his arm.
“Why not?”
“I have to seduce her, my darling.” Zemo ran his hand lightly over Bucky’s vibranium plates.
“Say what?”
“Yes. Laughable in this day and age, when she could have anyone else at the drop of a hat.”
“You’re forbidden fruit, then,” said Bucky wisely. “Maybe no one has ever said ‘no’ to her before.”
“Indeed. Maybe so.” Zemo’s hands glided up over Bucky’s arms. “But she could just create a holoclone of me, or some such.” He looked into Bucky’s face, shrugged. “But no, I have to woo her, this alien Duchess: make her believe, for one day and one night, that I am infatuated with her.”
“It’s a power move then.” Bucky tutted.
“Undoubtedly.”
Bucky opened his mouth to speak, then stopped. Closed it again. A thought crossed his mind.
“Is she blue - all shimmery like?”
“Why yes.”
“I knew it. I knew there had to be some reason why you had that godawful skin suit.” Bucky pulled back from Zemo, started pacing.
“Godawf… I thought you liked it.” Zemo sounded crestfallen.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I did.” Bucky stopped in front of Zemo again. “Like it. Well, I liked it on you.” He smiled his lopsided smile. “I just wondered where it had come from. I’d never seen an alien species quite like that before.”
“Have you seen many alien species, mon amor?” Zemo tilted his head.
“Couple.” Bucky looked into his warm cinnamon eyes.
“Have you been with any?” Zemo’s voice was a whisper.
“Couple.”
“Tell me. I think I’d like to know of your alien exploits.” Zemo moved closer, placed his hand on Bucky’s chest. “Are there any particular ones I should become? For you?” He tilted his head again.
“Let’s table that for a sec. You’re distracting me.” Bucky placed his hand over Zemo’s, meant to move it away. Found he couldn’t.
“Never.”
“We were talking about you having to… what did you say… seduce…” He pulled Zemo’s hand from his chest and upto his face, grazed the knuckles with his lips, keeping eye contact.
“That’s right.” Zemo breathed, watching Bucky’s mouth.
“Seduce. As in…?” Bucky kissed his knuckles.
“Hmmmm?”
“As in… sex?”
“Oh,” Zemo shook himself. “Most definitely. That part is non-negotiable. I shall have to fuck her all night long just for the privilege of buying the water moon. But is it worth it? I don’t want to hurt you.”
When Zemo said ‘fuck’ in that straightforward manner, Bucky’s groin liquified. He covered it by closing his eyes briefly, turning Zemo’s hand palm up and nuzzling the centre.
“Do you want to buy it? This moon, I mean?” Bucky moved his mouth over to the fleshy part by Zemo’s thumb and nibbled.
Zemo hummed. Whispered huskily “Indeed yes. It is supposed to be the most magnificent sight in this part of the galaxy. And I want to share it with you. I would like to take us all there.”
“Will this… seduction… mean anything to you?” Bucky looked up at him, eyes dark. A strange possessiveness came over him.
“Of course not, my beloved. It is just a means to a necessary end.” Zemo sensed the shift in Bucky.
“I understand that, but I don’t have to like it. I will be jealous.” Bucky used Zemo’s hand to pull him close, wrapping his other arm around Zemo’s waist. He spoke into Zemo’s hair, his voice low and growly. “In fact, I’m already jealous just thinking about it.” He pressed his groin into Zemo’s.
“And I would only be thinking about you.” Zemo could feel the extent of Bucky’s arousal.
“You bet your ass you would. You’d better be totally imagining me while you’re screwing her.”
“How could I think of anyone other than you… Well, maybe Jamie, or Muzzy, or Sebastián, or Daniil…”
Bucky pushed him away, held him at arms length, his fingers gripping Zemo’s biceps. His face was deadly serious.
“No. Just me. Only me, Hel. My hands on your body, my mouth on your cock, my heat.”
“James, I…” Zemo floundered.
“Fuck! Hel. You’ve got me all fired up. Look.” He pointedly directed his gaze at his straining crotch.
“So I see.” Zemo was no longer flustered. He smirked. Bucky continued, speaking heatedly.
“I want you. Now. I need you. What’s the word… imprint? Imprint on me while you fuck me. So you only think of me when you’re fucking her.”
“Well. I haven’t decided to…” Zemo started to say.
“Too late! I’m fucking rock hard. Look. Shut up! OK! Just shut up.”
Bucky shook Zemo. Brought him close. Kissed him roughly. Biting on his bottom lip, drawing blood. Bucky didn’t even notice what he’d done. He sank to his knees in front of Zemo and pulled down his fancy slacks. He grabbed his dick and took it whole into his mouth. One hand on Zemo’s downy bum, one hand on the base of Zemo’s thickening cock.
Fast fellatio. Sucking the life out of him. Zemo gasping, arching into him, grabbing the back of his head.
Abruptly, Bucky broke off. Released Zemo’s throbbing dick. Rocked back on his heels. Peeled down his own trousers. They got stuck on his boots. Pooled around his ankles. So, he kicked off one boot so he could strip off one leg of his jeans. Looked up to find Zemo’s cock bobbing inches from his face. Growled low in his throat. Didn’t even think about removing the rest of his clothes, just pulled Zemo to him by his hips and sat him on the floor.
Zemo landed heavily. Arms out flung out behind him. Offering no complaint. Bucky seemed too focused to be distracted. He straddled Zemo, reached around for Zemo’s dick and impaled himself upon it. Quick. No finesse. Sliding down the full length, taking it.
Fuck, he was tight. So tight around Zemo’s cock. Zemo moaned then. Shifted his weight. Bucky glared at him. Clenched around him. Started gliding up and down. Then fiercely bouncing. Gripping too tight. Still with one leg of his jeans around one ankle, still with one boot on.
He was leaning forward, rolling his hips, holding onto Zemo’s shoulders. Zemo grabbed Bucky’s hips. Thrusted up with him. Attempted to affect some control over the squatting lust-blinded soldier above him. Relishing being a witness to such abandon. Zemo had not seen this side of Bucky before. He cherished each moan falling from Bucky’s bright red mouth.
“You’re mine, Hel. Fucking mine,” grunted Bucky. Grinding. Moving close to search Zemo’s face. “All mine. Say it.”
Zemo was elated. He tried not to show it. He whispered, throatily.
“I am yours, my beloved.”
And Bucky shivered, clenched, closed his eyes and climaxed, pulsing hot fat ropes of cum all over Zemo’s nice clean shirt.
Zemo watched hungrily as Bucky spent himself all over his chest.
Bucky opened his eyes to find Zemo watching him. Zemo’s lips were red and the bottom one was split from where Bucky had bit down too hard. The blood was dark garnet. Bucky squeezed again. Zemo suppressed a wince.
“You ok?” Bucky instantly relaxed around him, leaned forward, rubbed his thumb gently over Zemo’s split lip.
“Am I ever not?” Zemo whispered huskily.
“Cum for me now,” whispered Bucky, gyrating slowly, bringing his thumb upto his mouth to suck Zemo’s blood. Eyes closing, head thrown back, letting Zemo set the pace, letting Zemo’s subliminal clues direct him. Until Bucky could hear Zemo’s heart rate speeding up, feel his skin heating up, hear his breath hitching. Then he had to open his eyes and watch Zemo come undone. Take in every minute change in his face.
“James. Aaaah… Beloved… Yessss.”
Bucky relished the feel of Zemo’s hips snapping beneath him; Zemo pushing up his pelvis, while pushing down on Bucky’s waist; Zemo filling him with his hot spunk; Zemo’s eyes closing briefly as he gave himself up to the pleasure. And Bucky had caused that. Bucky deserved that.
Bucky rested a moment, just feeling Zemo inside him. He ran his fingers through his hair. Squeezed around Zemo’s warm flesh. Calmed down a bit.
Bucky rose up and off. Laid himself down next to Zemo. Smiled over at him sheepishly. “I don’t know what came over me,” he whispered.
“I know exactly what came over me,” smirked Zemo, running a finger through a blob of Bucky’s semen on his shirtfront.
Bucky huffed.
Zemo leaned over to kiss his brow, in between his eyes, down the bridge of his nose.
Bucky kissed him back. Fuck. I want… I need… Bucky kissed him harder. Here we go again. Pushed Zemo over onto his back. Ripped off Zemo’s cum soaked shirt. Kicked off his own remaining boot and jeans. Rose to his knees to pull off his top.
Kissed down Zemo’s chest, his abs, his groin. Licked his cock. Felt him wince (it did look tender). Sucked his balls.
Then Zemo was speaking. “I don’t want your mouth.”
“What do you want?” My Lord. My Love. My Life. What!? Where did that come from??
“I want…” Yes? “You.” Fuuuu-uuuck.
Bucky surged up Zemo’s body. He turned him onto his side and flowed around him like water, moulding his chest to Zemo’s back, nuzzling into his neck; hands moving down his side, over his hips, under his bum, into his crack. Fingers finding his hole and deftly invading, massaging, spreading.
Zemo hummed against him, moving with him, turning his face to receive his kiss: Bucky’s tongue thick in his mouth, and possessive. Bucky moaned low, guttural. Broke off the kiss to turn Zemo onto his back, roll between his thighs and slide fluidly into him.
His arse was so tight around him. Zemo sighed pleasantly and lifted his legs to wrap them around Bucky’s waist, digging his heels into the flesh of Bucky’s buttocks, pulling him deeper. Bucky was engulfed. Squeezed. Zemo’s hot tight ass demanded speed. Bucky didn’t pull out much, but he shoved himself right to the back on every stroke, hunching into Zemo, rounding his shoulders and straining his biceps so that the muscles stood out on his arms.
Zemo moaned low and breathless in time to Bucky’s thrusts, placed his hands on Bucky’s upper arms.
“Slow, my James.”
“I don’t think I can,” grunted Bucky, not slowing at all.
‘Slow down, soldier.’ But Zemo chose not to say it out loud. James was defying him. Yes! Zemo was exultant. Of course he knew the SuperSoldier was now autonomous, but it gave him a thrill whenever James openly disobeyed him. Even slightly. He could put up with much for that.
Bucky was fast and hard, keeping eye contact with Zemo, his face a mask of concentration. It wasn’t long before Zemo was gasping, tightening his legs around Bucky, pushing down on his arms and exploding hot bursts of semen in between their bellies. “Fffu… mein Gott… Jaa.. mes.”
Bucky stopped. Held still while Zemo emptied himself in rapid pulses. Held still while Zemo relaxed the grip of his legs and hands, while his heart rate returned to normal. But Bucky needed more. He nuzzled into the crook of Zemo’s neck. Lifted his head to look at him again. God, he loved that face. Loved how he made him feel.
He wondered…
“Say ‘Bucky’.” You never say Bucky.
Without hesitation, Zemo said “Bucky.”
Hmmm. No, it’s not right. “Again.”
“Bucky.” Zemo paused, then softly purred out “James.”
“Aaaah… Yes… Fuuu-” That’s it. That’s perfect. “Again.”
“James.”
“Whose James?”
“My James.”
“Again.”
“My James. My own.”
“Fuuuck.” And Bucky came again, stuttering into Zemo, until he was all stuttered out.
Bucky stilled. Stayed in Zemo. Gazed at him for a long moment. Flexing his cock gently inside him. Falling into his eyes. He much preferred them brown. Natural. Those flecks on his iris captivated him. God, he was hooked. He pushed himself deeper, enjoying the feeling of the heat from Zemo’s skin on his groin, the sheath of Zemo around him like a glove.
But something had changed. He searched Zemo’s face. What was it? Zemo smiled endearingly up at him. Yes. Lovely. Wait! There. His split lip was already healed… Bucky’s brain whirred… ‘Is it the serum? Is it something about this moon? This bears further examination.’ But then Zemo smiled again, moved his hands up Bucky’s back, clenched around him, and he forgot all about it.
Later, lying on the flagstone floor - they never made it to the rug - arms around each other, staring up at the domed ceiling, through the metal work, out to the sky above. Dusk on this little moon of theirs tonight was lilac and topaz and mauve.
“I was thinking,” Bucky said, running his fingers lightly up and down Zemo’s upper arm.
“Hmmm?”
“About this Duchess. This Vesk.”
“Yes?”
“I could go in your place.”
“What?” Zemo stiffened in his arms. Moved slightly away to look into his face.
“Think about it. I could go in disguise.” Bucky turned on his side to face him.
“I see.”
“I’ve got Supersoldier stamina. I could go all night. I mean all night. She wouldn’t be able to keep up. I’d fuck her to oblivion for you.” Bucky was so earnest: eyes wide and cornflower blue.
“My James…” Zemo whispered.
“There’s no way she could refuse you after I’m through with her.”
“Tricky.”
“Nah. I’ve done this sort of thing before, remember.” Bucky lay back, fingers interlaced behind his head.
“James. I remember everything. I wish for you never to have to do it again.”
“Chill, Daddi-o.” Bucky turned his head to grin at him.
“Daddi-o?” Zemo suppressed a smirk.
“I got this covered. Let’s get back to the ship and you can show me how to be you.” Bucky rolled over onto his side again to face Zemo. He was brimming with surplus energy.
“I can certainly make you look like me.” Zemo brought his hand up to gently cup Bucky’s cheek.
“Exactly.” Bucky grinned his lopsided grin.
“But you don’t even know what she looks like,” continued Zemo softly. “You haven’t spoken to her. You don’t know how to respond to the things she’ll ask: the subtle nuances that hark back to previous conversations.”
“You’re such a fool, Doll. I’ll have you in my ear.” Bucky beamed triumphantly, patted his corded neck, just behind his ear, where they still kept their silver communications discs.
“Ah. Of course.”
“It’ll work, Hel.” Bucky was insistent.
“Of that I have no doubt. Your skills are unparalleled.” Zemo was placatory.
“So.” Bucky waited, searching Zemo’s face.
“Let me think on it.”
“What’s to think about?”
“Well, for one - I might be jealous. I don’t know whether I want you fucking anyone else.”
“Anyone other than Muzz or Jamie or Dani or Seb or Puráyan or Anoushka or…”
“OK. OK. But they are different. As well you know.”
“I know.” Bucky lay back, staring up at the lilac clouds above.
“So, before I let just anyone get their grubby little hands on you, my stormy eyed Champion… let me think on it.”
“Don’t take too long, Hel. I might change my mind.” Bucky turned back to face him, a half smile quirking his lips.
“How long have I got?” Zemo smirked.
Bucky grinned, looked down. “I’d say about 9 inches.”
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