Bucky Clone-ish

Tuesday 

The ‘Cats were feeling very kittenish. They had just watched the film “Let’s Make Love” and were singing ’My Heart belongs to Daddy’, while making up sexy little dance moves based on Marylin Monroe’s performance.

Bucky had just finished a session in the rifle range and came in through the door to the sounds of their singing. He listened for a minute or two, and then wandered up the stairs to their doorway to watch the spectacle.

As he leaned against the doorjamb, his arms crossed, he couldn’t help smiling.

Jamie and Muzzy were playing together on the floor, crawling seductively around each other and rubbing their heads together, singing low and throatily, licking at each other’s faces.

As one, they noticed Bucky in the doorway and yipped ‘Daddy’s home!’, scrambling to get up from the floor.

Bucky straightened, planted his feet and spread his arms wide to receive them. They rushed up to him like they hadn’t seen him for weeks, rubbing themselves against him and purring happily, wrapping their arms around him and dropping little kisses on his face and neck.

“Who’s your Daddy?” he said cheesily, hugging them to him and kissing them back.

Zemo heard the kerfuffle from the downstairs kitchens, and padded up the stairs. He paused briefly in the hallway, just to take in the sight of Bucky covered in adoring ‘Cats. His heart swelled.

He coughed slightly, and everyone turned in his direction.

He smirked that wicked smirk of his, sauntering up to them, his arms spread wide, and whispered in that husky accented voice: “Am I not your Daddy, also?”

The ‘Cats mewed a loud affirmative, leapt to him, grabbing an arm each and pulling him towards Bucky. Once there, they took hold of Bucky also, and started to pull them both into their room.

Zemo looked across at Bucky as they let the ‘Cats manoeuvre them.

“Hello, my love.” And he leaned over to kiss him, as much as he could whilst being manhandled by exuberant Catclones.

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Wednesday 

Bucky fought to angle himself just right. He could feel the ‘Cats demanding more. Their heartbeats speeding up, breath hitching, muscles twitching. He ramped up his speed to a chorus of “Fuuu-uuck, yes!” and “Aaaah, my darlings, don’t stop.”

And he was rewarded for his patience and stamina when Muzzy yowled out his orgasm, spurting his thick creamy catcum between his belly and that of Jamie’s, quickly followed by Jamie stuttering into Muzz.

A few strokes later, Bucky spilled himself deep inside BuckyCat, and the world dropped away for a few glorious seconds while his climax crested.

They stayed together for a few seconds more, bodies calming, until Muzzy said “Ooof!” and unceremoniously pushed Jamie off and out. Bucky pulled out and rolled to the side, sandwiching BuckyCat in between him and ZemoCat.

Blissful, sated, arms and tails wrapped around each other, they dozed.

And that’s how Zemo found them, a few hours later.

He paused in the doorway, his heart full of pride and adoration. He loved seeing how well they got on together, how well they enjoyed each other.

Bucky opened up a sleepy eye and raised a questioning eyebrow.

Zemo shook his head imperceptibly and put his finger to his lips. He silently backed out of the doorway and padded off down the hall.

Bucky heard him moving into his study. He noticed ZemoCat shiver a little in his sleep, and stretched to drape a blanket over him. He was more sensitive to the cold than BuckyCat. Muzzy snuggled into the blanket, wrapped it more firmly around him and nuzzled into the hollow of BuckyCat’s neck, dropping deeper into sleep. BuckyCat rubbed his cheek against the top of ZemoCat’s head without either of them waking fully, and threw his arm over the blanket, cuddling up to ZemoCat.

Bucky spooned up against BuckyCat. He floated on the edge between sleep and wakefulness. Now Zemo was home he felt he could relax properly. And with the two ‘Cats slumbering contentedly next to him, he soon drifted into an undisturbed sleep.

BuckyCat moved in his sleep. Moved his head away from Muzzy’s hair, and suddenly he could smell Zemo. He was back. He was home. BuckyCat’s eyes shot open. He was wide awake. He wanted to leap out of bed, but he was entangled and he didn’t want to wake the others. Partly out of politeness, mostly because he wanted Zemo all to himself. So he gingerly, slowly, disentangled himself, carefully moving arms and hands and tails out of the way, and inched downwards between their bodies to the end of the bed to drop soundlessly off the edge. 

He peeked up over the edge but could see no signs of disturbance. Everyone was breathing normally, sleepily. Heart rates slow and steady. He grinned smugly to himself, exposing his canines, and slinked out of the room.

Bucky opened up an eye to watch him go, smiled to himself and moved to spoon around ZemoCat.

BuckyCat padded down the corridor, down the stairs, along to Zemo’s study. The door was ajar and Zemo was standing by the window, tapping on his iPad. The afternoon sun was slanting in, catching his hair on fire, outlining him in gold. BuckyCat gazed at him for a long moment, intoxicated, before knocking hesitantly on the door.

Zemo turned to face him, the light making a halo around his face. He smiled slowly, sexily.

“My darling,” he whispered in his husky accent. “I thought you were sleeping. Come here to me.”

He carefully put down his iPad and opened his arms wide.

BuckyCat breathed, sashayed up to him, tail swishing. He slipped his hands around Zemo’s waist, under his jacket and hugged him fiercely. “I missed you,” he whispered into his neck.

Zemo held him away slightly by the shoulders and searched his face. “You did?”

BuckyCat nodded, and Zemo enfolded him in a tight proprietary hug. He wrapped his jacket around both of them. He felt BuckyCat sigh into him.

Zemo hugged him tightly for a long, long moment, rubbing his cheek against BuckyCat’s neck, moving a hand up to cradle BuckyCat’s head. Letting BuckyCat know he was there. BuckyCat breathed in the scent of him.

“My darling one,” Zemo whispered throatily, “I am so sorry.”

“S’OK,” mumbled Jamie. “I just missed you.”

“I understand. It is quite alright.” 

BuckyCat nodded.

Zemo moved him away slightly, gently, looked him up and down . “You are totally naked, my sweet, and just out of bed. I don’t want you to be chilly.”

“I’m OK.”

“Here.” Zemo shrugged off his jacket and held it open. BuckyCat slipped his arms into it and wrapped it around himself. It was still warm and smelled heavenly of Zemo. He pushed up the collar. He revelled being enveloped in Zemo’s fragrance. He smiled.

“There,” said Zemo. “There’s that smile I love.” He lifted a hand to BuckyCat’s cheek, and rubbed his thumb along his jawline. “My Jamie.”

BuckyCat’s eyes half closed, he leaned into Zemo’s hand and purred. “Mo.”

“Am I forgiven, my darling?”

BuckyCat opened up his glorious eyes and searched Zemo’s face. “Of course, Mo. Always. There’s nothing to forgive.”

“Ah, you are too kind, my beloved. What can I do to compensate?”

BuckyCat shook his head, smiling, and threaded his arm through Zemo’s. “Nothing, Mo. I don’t want anything, silly.”

“I know. You are so good.” Zemo paused, thinking. He placed his hand over Jamie’s. “We don’t go away until Friday. What about a spa day tomorrow? Where you can be pampered and fussed over and spoiled rotten. Just as you deserve?”

BuckyCat grinned and shook his head shyly. “Nah.”

Zemo clapped his hands together. “I know.” He turned BuckyCat to face him and kissed him. “What about a trip to the photographers? Where you can dress up and have your portrait taken in lots of exotic and flamboyant outfits.”

BuckyCat yipped and danced around the study. “Oh, yes, Mo. I like that idea.” He ran upto Zemo and leapt onto him, wrapping his legs around his torso. 

Zemo grabbed his bum to stabilise him, while BuckyCat dropped little kisses onto his face. “Will you come too?”

“Of course, my love.”

“And the others?”

“Yes, of course. We will make a day of it.”

BuckyCat smiled like sunlight and gazed at Zemo. Then his face became more serious and he moved in for a kiss. A deep kiss. A possessive kiss. He grabbed Zemo’s face, hands threaded through his hair. He thrust his tongue into Zemo’s mouth and Zemo sucked on it, feeling the change in BuckyCat’s demeanour. Feeling his erection pressing into his stomach.

He pulled away. BuckyCat’s eyes were lust-darkened, his breathing ragged.

“My Jamie,” he asked wickedly. “Have I ever fucked you on this desk?”

Jamie grinned wolfishly, and shook his head.

Zemo moved him to rest his bum on the desk. He opened his jacket, revealing BuckyCat’s rampant cock.

“Then I shall do so now.”

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Thursday

At the photographers, the first hour was spent doing all the usual stuff: individual portraits, group photos, various poses. BuckyCat wanted one with them all in cheesy Christmas jumpers, and even though they groaned, they all thoroughly got into the spirit. Especially since the set designers arranged for a fabulously wintery Christmas setting for them to pose in. Zemo asked for a green screen version, so they could manipulate the image afterwards. BuckyCat had a few ideas on that score. But that was something they could all do back at home, once they had the files on the computer.

Then Zemo called in the makeup artists and costumiers. This was the bit BuckyCat had been waiting for. He was dying to get dressed up and get photographed looking gorgeous, and then dress up again looking goofy and stupid. And he was eager to see what everyone else would look like.

Oh, they had a lot of fun, messing around, trying on costumes and different looks. BuckyCat desperately trying to convince Zemo to put on mermaid costume, so Jamie could pose with Zemo’s fish tail in his mouth.

Finally, it came time to do their signature pieces. They each wanted to surprise the others, and although they had all talked through some ideas at home last night, no one knew what each had actually chosen. To keep the suspense, they each retired to separate rooms in the studio, with their own group of stylists.

After an hour or so, ZemoCat and Zemo met up in the waiting area. 

ZemoCat rushed up to Zemo, smiling, eyes shining, and hugged him. “Thank you so much for this, Helmut. I really enjoyed it.” He planted little kisses on his cheeks and mouth.

“No need to thank me, my darling.” Zemo kissed him back, putting his arms around his waist to hug him. “I’m so glad you had fun.”

“Indeed I did. And what of you, dear heart. Did you have fun?” ZemoCat nuzzled into the hollow of his neck.

“I did,” whispered Zemo in his husky accented voice. “More than I would like to admit.” He kissed ZemoCat’s hair and brought his hand up to ZemoCat’s chin, tilting his face up to him. He winked at him and smiled conspiratorially. “Don’t tell Jamie!”

ZemoCat grinned infectiously, and purred low. “Never,” he said. He shook his head and mimed locking his lips with a little key.

“How long do you think the others will be?” he asked Zemo.

Zemo shrugged “I think Jamie will probably take the longest. Why don’t we get something to eat while we wait?”

They helped themselves to hot drinks and items from the buffet table, and moved over to the low couch. Muzzy snuggled up next to Zemo.

Half an hour later, Bucky waltzed in looking quite pleased with himself, and another 20 minutes later, BuckyCat arrived.

They were called in to the viewing room not long after. It was a good job, too, because BuckyCat was desperate to know about everyone’s choice, and to talk about his ‘look’. He couldn’t sit still, but paced up and down to stop himself from spilling the beans.

There were only so many times that Zemo could say “Patience, my love.”

In the viewing room, there was a large cinema screen to display the portraits on. Everyone took their places and the lights went down. Zemo nodded his approval, and was delighted at BuckyCat’s evident excitement and eagerness.

BuckyCat grabbed his hand and wouldn’t let go throughout the whole showing. Bucky threw an arm over ZemoCat’s shoulders, putting an ankle up on one knee and affecting nonchalance.

They smiled and commented through the first showings, complimenting each other on the portraits and group photos, and laughing at the jokey dorky poses that had also been captured so effectively.

Then came the signature pieces, and everyone fell quiet.

Zemo: ‘Jim Morrison from the Doors meets Adam Ant.’ Long shoulder length wavy hair, brushed out for volume. Eye liner. Close-cut barely-there beard, shaved to highlight his impeccable cheekbones. An open Hussar style military jacket, black, with gold braiding, gilt roping and heavy brass buttons. Arms out, exposing his bare chest. Multiple long necklaces. An extravagance of rings. Dark nail polish. Tight low-slung leather pants, emphasising his snake hips. Intense stare straight to camera.

BuckyCat almost fainted. 

“Holy cow!” said Bucky. 

“Bravo!” said ZemoCat.

BuckyCat: ‘Dip Dyed Assasssin.’ Long hair, wavy and textured with braids at the temple, decorated with beads of black, gunmetal grey and azure blue; the last 2 inches of his hair dyed the same bright azure blue. Close-cut beard. Smokey eye makeup. His eyes burned hot cerulean fire. Skin painted inky black from fingertips to mid-forearm, from toes to mid-calf. He’d just finished reading Tolkien, so had a temporary tattoo pattern of elven script in a slim band of black ink encircling his left thigh. Another black sunburst tattoo surrounded his bellybutton. His tail was brushed out and fluffy like his hair, but he didn’t want any beads in it. No jewellery of any kind. He had his teeth painted silver, and his canines elongated. His talons were out and also painted silver, elongated to resemble knife blades. Head down, eyes up. Stalking towards the camera.

An indecently short black kilt riding low on his hips, wide black belt (almost half as wide as the kilt!!), silver belt buckle.

He chose a swirling smokey silver-grey background, shot through with flecks of azure, midnight blue and  black.

Zemo hummed his approval, and squeezed Jamie’s hand. “Inspired,” he said. “Glorious!” BuckyCat squirmed delightedly.

“Exquisite!” said ZemoCat.

“Amazing!” said Bucky.

Bucky: He’d thought about this long and hard. He didn’t want to be the Winter Soldier for this. Or the White Wolf. He wanted to be reborn. He chose the phoenix. 

His short hair was waxed and textured to stick up and out around his head. Each strand tipped with gold. Extravagant gold and red eye makeup. One black and gold feathered earring dangling from his right ear as a counterpoint to his vibranium arm.

Bare chested. His skin was dusted with gold. It accentuated the flat planes of his musculature. Tight red leather trousers. Biker boots. Weight on one hip, thumbs in his belt loops.

Head thrown partly back, mouth half open, caught in a carefree laugh.

And wings. Huge feathery angel wings soaring high above his shoulders and dipping to the floor. In shimmering sunrise colours of gold and orange, red and bronze.

His background was summer-sky blue.

“Oh, my darling, you look like a Fire Angel,” said Zemo appreciatively.

Muzzy’s jaw fell. “Wow,” he whispered, turning to gaze at Bucky, already deciding to ride him like a pony when they got home.

“Cool,” said BuckyCat. “You look gorgeous.”

ZemoCat: Wanted to show off his spots. His picture was taken from behind, with him looking over his shoulder at the camera. His hair was glossy and wavy, impeccably groomed, his ear tufts catching the light and turning it into a fiery aura. His skin was tawny, and his spots chocolatey. His tail was brushed out, and Muzzy had asked for the end to be painted white.

His background was a deep verdant green. His eyes reflected that green, seemed unfathomable in their depths.

Bucky gasped. Muzzy’s ears flicked at the sound. Bucky leaned in to run his hands up ZemoCat’s back, to tangle in his hair. He whispered to him “Fuck! You look hot, babe. Can’t wait to get you home.” Now it was Muzzy’s turn to squirm in place.

“Bravo,” echoed Zemo. “You look divine.”

“Awesome,” said BuckyCat.

The screen faded to black. The lights came up slowly. BuckyCat leapt to his feet and applauded wholeheartedly. Soon everyone else joined him, and they congratulated each other in a frenzy of admiration: hugging and kissing. The staff brought in champagne. Bucky thought it was all totally over the top. Zemo agreed, but didn’t care. He just liked seeing everyone smiling and happy.

Zemo ordered multiple copies. Full length canvases to hang in the living room as a set. Individual prints for the bedrooms. Close-ups of just the faces. 

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