What if?
Bucky was showered and shaved, and was now pottering about in the chalet kitchen, making breakfast. He was making scrambled erdlu eggs, while grilling kip sausages and jankx bacon. He flipped some light pancakes, and set the little breakfast table. He added some cabra melon slices, edible red faro blossom, agafari nuts and dried geja fruit. He made honey barley tea and poured out fresh pulque cactus juice. He even added a carafe of sap wine - a light breakfast wine, favoured by the Viryans. He couldn’t see the appeal himself.
And Zemo was still in the shower.
His excuse was that he was testing out the hot water system.
He was testing everything to its limits while here on Thema. He was such a goofy little perfectionist, God love him.
Bucky mused about what the other side of Zemo would be like. He hadn’t seen it much, hadn’t really seen him totally lose control. Even in the throes of passion.
“Ione?”
“Yes, Bucky.”
“Now that you have identified psychobillin asteroidus, could you make it?”
“Of course.”
“Would you make it for me?”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Bucky.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“I am unable to accede to that request if made by anyone other than Captain Zemo.”
“I see.”
“Is there anything else I can do for you this morning?”
“Hypothetically…”
“Yes.”
Bucky thought about the best way to phrase what he was thinking... “Hypothetically, could you create the distilled essence of ‘Blinded by Lust’ or Luxuria caeca, that Zemo was going to use in order to seduce the Vesk Duchess?”
“No.”
“Please clarify.”
“The psychobillin asteroidus extracted from your semen is just part of the solution required. The plant itself, Luxuria caeca, contains a complex cocktail of ingredients that work in harmony to effect the desired behaviour. Your metabolism evidently degraded most of these chemicals. I would need access to the original plant or to records detailing the manufacture of such distilled essence. These I do not have at the present time.”
“But when you receive the actual plant, you could do it, yes?”
“I could start investigating, yes.”
“And, if Zemo asked, you could make this essence?”
“Of course.”
“Well, then.”
“I’m sorry. I do not understand your question.”
“Doesn’t matter. Thanks Ione.”
“My pleasure, Bucky. Will there be anything else?”
“Not yet, thanks.”
As he finished cooking, Bucky mused about using the essence on Zemo. What Zemo would do, how he would react. Bucky knew he could take anything Zemo could give him. Anything. He’d quite like to see the wild unhinged side of Zemo. His body started to react to his lustful thoughts.
He daydreamed while trying some of the honey barley tea. Bleugh!! It was godawful!! It tasted so bad he lost his semi.
He turned to make some proper coffee, and Zemo emerged from the bedroom. His hair was still damp. He was dressed casually in dark slacks and a short-sleeved green t-shirt, and he had never looked so fucking gorgeous. He smiled at Bucky as he walked towards him
“Darling,” he said, looking at the breakfast table - full of delicious food and bathed in lilac sunlight. “How wonderful.”
He moved closer to embrace Bucky and kiss him good morning.
“I could smell something lovely from the bedroom.” He wrapped his arms around Bucky’s waist, nuzzled his neck. He whispered into his hair. “I though it was breakfast, but now I find it is you.” He kissed the space between Bucky’s neck and shoulder.
Bucky shivered. “Hel, are you very hungry?” he whispered into Zemo’s damp hair.
Zemo looked at him, a gleeful twinkle in his dark eyes. “I’m hungry for you,” he said.
Bucky smiled, then swooped to pick Zemo up. Zemo laughed and wrapped his arms around Bucky’s neck.
Bucky strode to the bedroom. “You’re gonna need another shower,” he said.
“Am I? Well, only if you make a fresh breakfast afterwards.”
“I can make no promises to that effect,” said Bucky, deadpan, throwing Zemo onto the bed.
“Darling, watch the clothes!” said Zemo.
“Fuck the clothes,” said Bucky, kneeling on the bed and reaching for Zemo’s top.
“I’d much rather you fucked me,” grated Zemo, putting his arms up as Bucky removed the t-shirt.
“Hmmmm. Hadn’t really thought about that,” said Bucky, peeling off his own top. “But now you come to mention it.”
Zemo rose up, grabbed the back of Bucky’s neck and pulled him close. “You talk too much,” he said.
“Shut me up then,” said Bucky, suppressing a grin.
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