Beginnings
Part 1
Zemo entered the lab. It was almost midnight on Saturday night and there was hardly anyone around. He had received the call that his project was finished less than 2 hours ago, but he couldn’t wait over the weekend, and immediately got into his private jet to race here. Here, to his private lab. His domain. Where he had sunk decadent amounts of money into buying or bribing the best scientists, engineers and Wakandan biophysicists to create his dream.
Over by the desk was his lead technician, Philby. He was clearly excited and gleeful.
Zemo stalked over to him, removing his gloves.
‘Well?” He asked. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
Philby nodded, eyes shining, and walked over to a panel on the wall, next to a little side door.
“Do you want to see him first?”
Zemo did not deign to answer.
Philby pressed a little button by the panel, and it opened to reveal a one-way window, looking into the room beyond. The room was sparsely furnished. Just a long low couch, some footstools, and a table with various foodstuffs and flasks on it. But that wasn’t what Zemo was looking for. Wasn’t what made him inhale sharply and reflexly move closer to the window.
There, lounging on the couch, perfectly at ease, reading a magazine, was Bucky. But not quite Bucky. No prosthetic arm. This Bucky had been spliced with cat. He had an easy musculature and grace. His face was perfectly Bucky’s, but his ears were definitely cat. His limbs seemed longer, leaner, and he had the most glorious tail, twitching slowly as he flicked through the magazine. He was wearing low slung black Taekwondo trousers, and nothing else. Barefoot. Bare chested. His hair was shoulder length, and glossy.
“His eyes?” growled out Zemo.
“Unchanged,” said Philby.
“Good.”
BuckyCat suddenly tensed, his ears flicking towards the window.
“He can’t see us,” said Philby. “I’m sure. He only sees a mirror.”
Zemo smirked as if he knew better, and stepped up to the glass.
BuckyCat rose effortlessly from the couch, supple and fluid, and sashayed over to the window. He appeared to look through it, right at them. Right at him. His eyes were mesmerising. Summer sky blue.
BuckyCat tilted his head quizzically.
Zemo smiled.
BuckyCat smiled: teeth optic white, prominent canines.
Zemo shivered. “Open the door.”
BuckyCat’s head whipped round to look at the door.
Philby opened it, and BuckyCat ran to it, and through. He pushed passed Philby, paused at the doorway and sighted on Zemo.
His whole body language changed. He smiled like sunlight, ran up to Zemo, and wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling into his neck.
“You’re here.” He purred. And he kissed his neck. Kissed his ear. Planted little kisses over his face, before kissing him properly on the mouth. And what a kiss. He moulded his body to Zemo’s, brought his hands up to Zemo’s face, and opened his mouth to him. His kiss was deep and sensuous, his tongue questing. He couldn’t seem to get enough. Zemo was like catnip to him.
And Zemo didn’t want it to stop, found himself putting his arms around BuckyCat and pulling him close… but he was hyper aware of where he was. So, he gently disengaged, holding BuckyCat slightly away from him. BuckyCat looked puzzled, but Zemo smiled, and got an answering smile in return.
BuckyCat repositioned himself so that he was standing next to Zemo, his arm leisurely draped over Zemo’s shoulder, possessive, his tail winding around Zemo’s leg, his taloned fingers gently ruffling the fur collar of Zemo’s coat.
Zemo snaked an arm around BuckyCat’s waist and pulled him close. BuckyCat’s eyes closed involuntarily for a split-second, and he purred delightedly.
Zemo looked at Philby, all serious. “Outstanding.”
He looked at BuckyCat, and chuckled him under the chin. “Quite perfect.” BuckyCat preened under the praise.
“Destroy all information and equipment pertaining to this project. I will forward the remaining funds immediately. I thank you for your service. You have quite exceeded my expectations. This will be evident in your final payment.”
Zemo smiled tightly and turned to BuckyCat. He looked him up and down, possessive. Zemo shrugged off his coat, and held it open for BuckyCat, who slipped his arms into it, and wrapped it around himself. BuckyCat pushed up the fur collar to frame his face, and smoothed down the front lapels. He was fastidious. Zemo felt his heart lift. Fuck, BuckyCat looked damn fine wearing his coat.
“Come, my pet. Let’s get you home.”
*
Back in the jet, BuckyCat prowled around, sticking his nose into everything, while Zemo made some tea, and prepared a little something for BuckyCat to feast on. BuckyCat sidled up to Zemo, snatched a sandwich and leaned back against Zemo’s back, tail swishing around their legs. He swooped under Zemo’s arm as he was drinking, and placed his chest flush against Zemo’s. His head nuzzled Zemo’s neck. He purred.
“My love,” whispered Zemo. “Are you happy?”
BuckyCat jumped backwards to sit on the slim counter where Zemo was working, scattering plates and cutlery onto the floor. Zemo laughed and BuckyCat threw his legs around him and pulled him close. “Very happy,” he growled, putting his hands around Zemo’s face and kissing him. He tasted of tuna sandwich.
Zemo pulled away. ”I have a present for you,” he said.
“What is it?” murmured BuckyCat. “Can it wait? I’m busy,” he added, kissing Zemo again.
“Of course, my darling. It’s only clothes. You can try them on later.”
Zemo took one of BuckyCat’s hands and pulled him into the living area. Zemo sat down on one of the large swivel armchairs, and BuckyCat leapt onto his lap. He opened up Zemo’s coat, took Zemo’s hands and placed them on his bare chest. Leaning into him, allowing Zemo to take his weight, he dove in for another kiss.
Zemo’s arms moved around his back, snugging him close, as he deepened the kiss.
BuckyCat broke off. “Too many clothes at the moment,” he said, shrugging out of Zemo’s coat. “Let’s get naked and fuck.”
“As you wish,” Zemo chuckled, and proceeded to take off his top. BuckyCat squirmed in his lap, removing his trousers and throwing them on the floor. “Too slow,” he complained to Zemo when he turned back to find him still with most of his clothes on. He flexed his hands, and his fingernails turned into wicked talons. “You don’t like these trousers, do you?” he asked, as he shredded Zemo’s remaining clothing.
“Never really cared for them,” Zemo said.
BuckyCat grinned and dropped to his knees between Zemo’s legs. He looked up at Zemo, eyes searching his face for a long moment. Then he dropped his head to Zemo’s cock and began to suck contentedly. Zemo watched his head bobbing with the same timing as his tail twitching.
“Fu-u-uck. I’m close,” he said, his hands in BuckyCat’s hair. BuckyCat sucked more ferociously and made little mewing noises. Zemo couldn’t hold back, and he came gloriously down BuckyCat’s throat.
BuckyCat licked him clean, taking his time, looking up at Zemo owlishly as he delicately licked up his shaft and around his balls. Zemo brushed his fingers through BuckyCat’s hair, feeling calm and awed at the sight of him. He was so beautiful.
Then BuckyCat stood to his full height, thrusting his fine thick cock at Zemo’s face. “My turn,” he purred, placing his hands on his hips. “Then I want you to fuck me.”
How could Zemo refuse? He lightly grasped BuckyCat’s cock, and leant forward to swallow it. BuckyCat groaned above him, placed a hand on his head and started to move with him. In no time at all, BuckyCat was cumming in his mouth - quite frankly, quite a lot of cum - spurting down his throat and dribbling out of his mouth and down his chin. Zemo fucking loved it. He swallowed as much as he could, then reached for some item of shredded clothing to wipe his face.
BuckyCat stretched, grinned wickedly, and bent to kiss him again. He fondled Zemo’s hardening cock, sliding his hand up and down the shaft, putting his face close to the head, licking the tip, flicking his ears, gazing at Zemo. His tail was twitching hypnotically.
Then BuckyCat stood again, whipped himself around, pushed his bum out at Zemo, arched his tail above his back and sat back on Zemo’s lap. He scooched backwards until his bum was at the root of Zemo’s cock. He leant forwards, hands on his knees. “Fuck me, Daddy,” he said.
Zemo’s cock twitched. He placed a hand on BuckyCat’s hip and rubbed his shaft up against his tight hole. “I really should get some lube,” he said, using the fingers of his other hand to gently invade BuckyCat’s tightly puckered ring.
“No,” said BuckyCat, pushing back on his fingers. “No time. I want you inside me now.”
Zemo stretched him a bit more. BuckyCat hissing impatiently. “Now. Fuck me now.”
He twisted round and grabbed Zemo’s fingers, pulling them out of the way, then he grabbed Zemo’s cock for himself, positioning it at the entrance to his arse. He pushed back, and Zemo’s cock eased in. “Fuu-uuck yes!” he groaned, pushing himself even further onto Zemo. “Fill me!”
Zemo complied. Pulling BuckyCat fully onto his cock, hearing him sigh contentedly, feeling him squeezing around him. Zemo placed both hands on BuckyCat’s hips and began to move, wondering if BuckyCat’s anatomy had that same sweet spot, aiming for his prostate, knowing success when BuckyCat squealed and bucked, leaking cum all over his belly and knees, yowling out his orgasm.
BuckyCat leaned back against him, purring loudly, rubbing globs of his own cum into his belly, gyrating his hips and clenching around Zemo’s cock.
Zemo was still hard and rampant in BuckyCat’s arse. “More?” he asked, nuzzling BuckyCat’s neck, and reaching around for BuckyCat’s dick.
BuckyCat arched his back, settling his arse firmly down on Zemo’s cock, wrapping one hand around Zemo’s hand around his own twitching dick. “More,” he demanded, gripping him internally. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”
He began to bounce on Zemo’s cock, tugging at his own and making the most adorable little mewling noises. Zemo gripped BuckyCat’s dick, thrust his own deep into BuckyCat’s arse, fast and hard, flesh slapping against flesh, seeking that sweet spot on every thrust, until BuckyCat was moaning and cumming around his fist, and Zemo was finding his own release, buried deep inside his improbable, unique lover.
*
Part 2
“He’s done what? He’s made what? You made a clone of me… and a cat?”
Bucky paced, hands in hair, furiously thinking.
“Right! Make me one. Make me a ZemoCat!”
*
Part 3
“Fuck me. It’s a human-sized human. I thought it was just going to be like… a big cat. So, what you’re saying is, he’s gone and made himself something that looks like me but with cat ears and a tail, just like this one looks like him, but with cat ears and a tail?”
“Well, it’s not quite that simple…”
Bucky didn’t hear him. He was staring through the one-way window at a vision. Something he could never have imagined, even in his wildest dreams. And he’d thought some of them were pretty wild. But apparently not.
ZemoCat was gorgeous. Exactly like Zemo, but with lynx-like ears and a swishing tawny tail. He was lying on the couch, feet up, ankles crossed, reading a thick book. His tail swished lazily. He was toned and tanned, all lithe muscle and dancing fingers. He was wearing only thin silky pyjama bottoms, the palest white-gold in colour. Barefoot. Bare chested. The freckles on his body were more pronounced - resembling jaguar spots. Fuck. Bucky had to stop himself drooling.
“Let him out,” he said.
Philby opened the door. ZemoCat turned a page in his book and continued reading.
“You can come out now,” Philby said.
ZemoCat just flicked an ear.
Philby looked over at Bucky and shrugged.
Bucky was about to speak, when ZemoCat stopped. Sniffed the air. Dropped his book. Leapt up from the couch and padded to the doorway. He stepped through and walked right up to Bucky.
“James,” he purred. “My James.”
He leapt into his arms, wrapping his legs around Bucky’s torso and nuzzling into his neck. He was making happy little purring sounds and Bucky was undone. He smelled divine. He got his hands under ZemoCat’s bum, to stabilise him, and ZemoCat looked at him. Right at him. Right through him. His eyes were mesmerising. Bucky didn’t remember them being that exact shade of amber. But those beautiful little flecks were still present in the iris.
Bucky smiled.
ZemoCat smiled back, showing wickedly sharp teeth, and leaned in to kiss him.
And not just any kiss. ZemoCat nibbled on his lower lip, opened his mouth to Bucky, licking inside, sucking on his tongue, his hands moving in his hair, his body moving against him.
Bucky was lost. He returned the kiss with fervour. He had no idea where he was. He was just here, in this kiss.
Philby coughed. ZemoCat pulled away and hissed at him. He dropped from Bucky, nodded to him, and sauntered imperiously up to Philby.
“Get me some clothes. I am leaving.”
Philby squirmed, almost bowed, and scuttled off into another room.
ZemoCat turned to skip back to Bucky and caught his hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss.
“Darling mine,” he purred. “Just let me get something decent to wear, and we can be off. Take me home. I want to fuck you senseless and be fucked senseless by you in turn.”
Bucky sputtered. “What?” He couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Take me home and fuck me, beloved. I am yours. You are mine. I want to claim you.”
*
At home, ZemoCat didn’t comment on the state of Bucky’s apartment. He just found the bedroom, and dragged a bewildered Bucky into it. And then he proceeded to do exactly what he said he would do. He claimed him. He fucked him and was fucked by him. In several positions, over several hours. ZemoCat was enthralled and amazed by Bucky’s super soldier stamina, and he couldn’t get enough of his cum.
Some time around dawn, spooned around ZemoCat, his cock still rammed up ZemoCat’s delectable arse, Bucky gently traced his finger over the beautiful jaguar spots on ZemoCat’s back. “This can’t be real,” he whispered.
But ZemoCat clenched around him, wiggled his bum at him, and said, throatily, “You are very real to me, my love. Fuck me more, my sweet James. Make me cry out your name again. Fill me with your love.”
And Bucky fucked him again, slow and steady, even when ZemoCat demanded more speed, until they were both cumming, ZemoCat adding more of his cum to the already soaked bedsheets, and Bucky spilling himself inside ZemoCat for the twentieth time.
*
“I think I’d like to meet this pale imitation of you, my darling James.” ZemoCat purred into Bucky’s ear after a particularly wonderful bout of excessive lovemaking. “How could he compare?”
“Ha!” exclaimed Bucky. “You just want to see what the other version of you is like!”
“Maybe, my darling” whispered ZemoCat, turning Bucky over onto his back, and straddling him, running his fingernails down Bucky’s chest. “How do I compare?”
Bucky ran his hands along ZemoCat’s thighs and up to his waist.
“There is no comparison,” he said, pulling ZemoCat down for a sweet kiss, which turned into a heavy kiss, which turned into ZemoCat spearing himself on Bucky’s glorious cock, and being fucked into some semblance of quiet.
***