Bucky’s arm, swapsies, stargazing, Bucky love session, teaching the Cats how to dance
Part 1
Zemo, BuckyCat and ZemoCat were reading downstairs. Muzzy had recently developed a mild obsession with cookery and cuisines from around the world. Currently he was reading up on the food and culture of Italy.
Bucky had retired to his room and was fiddling about with his vibranium arm. He was trying to find the correct way to remove it from his shoulder socket.
After a few false tries, he finally got the hang of disconnecting it. He placed it on the bed next to him. And looked at it. It looked different when it wasn’t attached.
It really was an amazing piece of tech when you came to think about it. He marvelled again at the Wakandan workmanship. He wondered if it had any kind of hidden features he hadn’t yet discovered.
Then he wondered if he could control it with his mind if it wasn’t connected to his body. That would be handy. Handy! Good one! He laughed to himself.
He reached out to it telepathically.
Fingers - wiggle, he coaxed.
Hand - close, he cajoled.
Wrist - turn, he asked.
Elbow - bend, he whispered.
Nothing. Zilch. Nada. Niente.
He hung his head between his shoulders, disappointed. He didn’t see the fingers twitch ever so slightly.
One more try, he thought, lifting his head, closing his eyes, really concentrating.
Come to me, he commanded. He opened his eyes and checked on the arm. It hadn’t moved so much as an inch.
Nichts. Rein. Not a sausage.
Fuck!!
Oh well. That’s a shame.
He stood and picked it up. He snapped it back in place, rotated his arm around the shoulder joint to seat it properly, and jogged downstairs to join the others.
*
Part 2
Today, they had decided to picnic in a shady little glade in the forest, one that the ‘Cats had discovered on one of their chases.
It was lovely: soft mossy grass with tiny flowers, surrounded by leafy trees casting dappled shadows.
Bucky and Zemo set out the picnic paraphernalia while Muzzy and Jamie scampered about. They had decided to race around the outskirts of the clearing in a big loop, and Bucky and Zemo could hear them calling out the number of the lap they were on every time they passed a certain tree.
By the time they had completed 23 laps, Zemo called them over to eat, and they flopped down on the rugs, panting. Zemo served up platters piled high with finger food, and Bucky poured out drinks.
They munched contentedly, talking, laughing.
Life was good. They had full bellies, the sun on their faces, and a cool breeze through the trees. Bees buzzed drowsily around. The air was full of birdsong and insect chatter.
After a while, Muzzy and Jamie moved off to a patch of grass full of white flowers and began to make daisy chains. Bucky had his head in Zemo’s lap, and Zemo was idly combing his fingers through Bucky’s hair.
They could see the ‘Cats sitting close together, their heads almost touching, as they carefully split flower stalks with their talons and threaded other flower stalks through them to create their garlands.
Bucky could smell the sap from the split stalks. It was heady and resinous. His heart was as full as his belly. He let himself doze a little.
Zemo felt his heart lift to see his charges so contented. He gently lifted Bucky’s head from his lap and placed it on a soft cushion. Bucky opened up one eye. Selecting a cushion for himself, Zemo scooched down to lie beside his beloved. Bucky lifted his arm in invitation and Zemo spooned up to him, laying his head on his chest, throwing an arm over his abs.
They idly watched as Jamie reverently put a daisy chain garland on Muzzy’s head, saying “With this, I crown thee King Care-alot, ruler of this fair glade.”
Then Muzzy placed a headdress onto Jamie, saying “With this garland of mine own making, I crown thee Sir Jamie, my stalwart knight, protector of the flowers.”
They shook hands and embraced formally, then fell to the ground giggling and batting at each other.
Zemo felt Bucky’s chest rippling as he laughed softly. “Those two are complete lunatics,” he said affectionately.
“They must take after you,” whispered Zemo huskily.
“Watch it, they’re coming over.”
“Goodness. I think they have made daisy chains for us.”
“Of course they have,” said Bucky sitting up, and dislodging Zemo in the process.
They were both sitting cross-legged and expectant by the time the ‘Cats tiptoed up to them, holding their garlands behind their backs.
“Nice hats,” said Bucky, grinning.
“Excellent craftsmanship,” added Zemo.
“Why, thank you,” said ZemoCat, lifting a hand to his crown.
“We made some for you,” said BuckyCat, moving to place a flower garland on Zemo’s head, as Muzzy did the same for Bucky.
“We are honoured,” said Zemo. “And thank you most sincerely.”
BuckyCat sank onto Zemo’s lap, wrapping his legs around his middle and his arms around his neck. Muzzy slid onto Bucky. Zemo and Bucky shared a look.
BuckyCat took hold of Zemo’s chin, and turned it back to face him. He smiled devilishly, showing his sharp, white teeth. “I’m glad, cos we’ve thought of a way you can thank us properly.”
“Yes, indeed,” purred ZemoCat into Bucky’s face.
“Oh, yes?”
“Mmmmm. But first, we just have to get rid of these stupid clothes.”
The ‘Cats unwrapped their legs and pushed the guys down. Zemo and Bucky grinned and flung their arms out as they lay back.
“Do as you will,” said Zemo.
“I’m all yours,” said Bucky.
“Righto,” said BuckyCat, and both ‘Cats flicked out their talons and proceeded to rip every item of clothing to shreds, until all four of them were naked, and, to be quite honest, lightly scratched in half a dozen or more places. The ‘Cats moved down to suck cock.
Zemo looked over at Bucky to find him placing a hand on Muzzy’s head, his eyes half closed, mouth half open. It made Zemo’s prick twitch to see him like that. He focussed back on Jamie.
After only a short while - too short - the ‘Cats released them. But before they could complain, they moved up their bodies, and with no preamble, sank onto their respective dicks, with a deliciously decadent moan, tails arcing high above their heads.
“Fuck, yes,” said Bucky, holding onto Muzzy’s hips, and rolling his own upwards.
“Slow, my darling,” said Muzzy, placing his hands on Bucky’s chest and gazing into his eyes as he moved slowly, slowly on him.
“My Mo,” said BuckyCat, sliding himself up Zemo’s cock with a rapturous look on his face, gyrating his hips slowly, moving back down.
“My Jamie,” whispered Zemo throatily, hands on BuckyCat’s hips, his own hips slowly circling.
Jamie and Muzzy controlled the pace. Lazy and unhurried, their tails becoming intertwined between their coupling bodies.
By some unspoken communication, Jamie and Muzzy sat up, clenched around the cocks within them, then turned towards each other and leaned over to kiss, one hand in each other’s hair.
Bucky and Zemo watched, dicks jumping inside their ‘Cats, forgetting to breathe as tongues moved between mouths.
They stopped kissing and gazed at each other for a moment, then turned back to their partners.
“Swapsies!” said BuckyCat.
They pulled themselves up from Zemo and Bucky and swapped places, Muzzy sinking down on Zemo’s cock, Jamie claiming Bucky’s.
“Oh, you feel so good,” said BuckyCat, bouncing.
“You feel huge!” said ZemoCat, grinning, leaning forwards to kiss Zemo.
Bucky couldn’t help but turn his head to watch Muzz kiss Zemo. When Zemo’s tongue slid into Muzzy’s mouth, Bucky’s cock jumped. Jamie grabbed his chin and turned his face back to him. “Kiss me like that,” he commanded, eyes gleaming.
Bucky complied. How could he not.
But soon, they had to break off their respective kisses, as the ‘Cats concentrated on bouncing up and down, impaling themselves deliciously, still controlling the pace, keeping it slow. They were moaning softly with each little bounce, drawing echoing groans from Zemo and Bucky.
Orgasms building, hips grinding together, so close, almost there…
Then the ‘Cats stopped again, gripping internally. “Not yet,” mewed ZemoCat. “Let’s swap back.”
“Fuu-uuck,” breathed Bucky. “What…”
Zemo smirked. “I like this side of you,” he whispered.
And the ‘Cats swapped back, no longer slow, but building up speed, their own dicks swinging, balls slapping as they moved. Zemo and Bucky grunting beneath them as they held them in place and thrust up into their bodies. Until finally, blissfully, each was cumming, either into warm slippery ‘Cat insides, or spraying heavily onto sweaty stomachs and chests.
Resting for a moment, before pulling out, sliding off, spooning up together side by side.
The bees buzzed. The birds started to sing again. The daisy chains were all broken.
*
Part 3
The moon was hanging low and large, close to the horizon, giving off an ethereal light. The sky was cloudless, allowing the stars to shine out their brilliance like twinkling gemstones strewn across a velvet gown. A perfect night for lazy astronomy.
Even though it was mild, Zemo had put the outside heater on. Muzzy was sensitive to the cold. So was Zemo, but he didn’t like to complain.
They were all bundled up in blankets, propped up on overstuffed cushions, lying together on one big mattress, on the back patio, looking up at the skies. Zemo and Muzz were in the centre, Bucky and Jamie the outliers. There were flasks of tea and soup, sandwiches and pastries, and little cookies shaped and iced like stars and crescent moons that ZemoCat had spent the afternoon baking.
“The moon is so big and yellow,” said BuckyCat, taking a sip of hot soup. “It really looks like it’s made of cheese.” He grinned and bit into his sandwich.
“It always looks really big when it’s hanging low in the sky like that,” said Bucky.
“And doesn’t it sort of look greenish?” added ZemoCat, around a mouthful of maple danish. “It really is quite hypnotising. I think I could stare at it for hours.” Munch, munch.
“I think I’d like to paint it,” said BuckyCat, his eyes wide, pupils large in the low light. “I like all the patterns on the surface. You can see shapes and faces.”
“Yes. You are right,” mused Muzzy. He pointed, scattering flakey crumbs over the blankets. “Doesn’t that bit look like a rabbit?”
“You know,” interjected Zemo in his soft accented voice, “there is an old legend about the rabbit in the moon.”
“Oh my God!” exclaimed BuckyCat, pointing off to the side. “That constellation over there is exactly the same as those freckles on your shoulder, Mo!” He leaned over and put his hand under Zemo’s blanket, and then pulled down the collar of his sweater, to point out the exact location.
Zemo allowed Jamie to look at his shoulder, and show it off to the others, who all agreed how closely it resembled the pattern of stars in the sky. Zemo readjusted his clothing and blankets.
“What’s it called, Mo?”
“That, my love, is Orion’s belt.”
“Orion’s belt. On your shoulder.” BuckyCat giggled quietly to himself.
“What is that constellation over there?” asked Muzzy, pointing off to the right.
But before Zemo could answer, a resplendent shooting star rocketed across their field of view.
“Wow!” exclaimed Jamie.
“Did you see that?” asked Bucky, nudging Muzzy’s shoulder.
“Beautiful,” said Muzzy.
“They are supposed to portend good luck,” said Zemo, reaching out to hug Jamie and Muzz. “But I have all the good luck I need here with you, my darling ones.” He smiled indulgently at them all.
The ‘Cats giggled and nudged each other. Bucky rolled his eyes.
Bucky reached around Muzz to push Zemo on the top of his arm. “You old softie,” he said.
Zemo was immediately mock indignant, eyes round, mouth open. He placed a hand to his chest. “Me? Old?”
Bucky grinned infectiously, while Jamie and Muzzy pushed out of their blankets to pile on top of Zemo, singing ‘old softie, old softie’ and nuzzling and tickling him. He laughed and tickled them back, his arms full of adoring ‘Cats. When they started jumping on his belly, he groaned and turned to Bucky.
“Help this old softie out, please?” he asked, pleadingly.
Bucky grinned a feral grin, shook his head ‘no’, and lost no time in piling on top of all of them.
“Ooof!” exclaimed Zemo. “This is hardly fair!”
A mock fight ensued, with kisses and tickles and hugs. The blankets were discarded, the pastries scattered and the flask of soup knocked over, but no-one cared.
Eventually, they rolled apart, laughing, breathless, and contemplated the heavens vacantly for a little while.
Some time later Jamie and Muzzy shivered. “We’d like to go in, please.”
“Of course, my loves.” Zemo said. “You do not need permission.”
Muzzy and Jamie scrambled up, kissed Bucky and Zemo on the cheeks and ambled off arm-in-arm into the house, grabbing the plate of cookies as they went.
Zemo looked over at Bucky and smiled. Bucky scooched closer, bringing the blankets back to wrap around Zemo.
They heard Muzzy saying “I will make some cocoa for us all.”
“Not for us,” answered Zemo. “Not yet, dearest.”
Bucky could hear Muzzy talking to Jamie as they entered the lodge.
“Do you fancy a quickie, darling, while the kettle boils?”
And Jamie answering, “Not just yet, Muzz. I think I need a poo.”
“OK, sweetheart. I will get started on the cocoa.”
“Can we have marshmallows?” asked Jamie.
“If we must.”
Zemo and Bucky snuggled a bit longer, Bucky with his arms around Zemo, his face in his hair.
“You know, I wouldn’t have thought you’d be that bothered by the cold?”
“Mmmmm?”
“You know, because of your time in EKO Scorpion.”
“I can withstand much discomfort, my dearest James, as you know. But I do not feel the need to endure it unnecessarily.”
Bucky smiled, and kissed his hair, snuggling the blanket around him. “And nor should you have to. In fact, I’ll make sure you never have to again.” A pause. “Unnecessarily, that is.” He sniggered.
Zemo turned his face to him, smiling softly, dotingly. “You are so good for me, James.” He kissed him chastely on the cheek and settled back to contemplating the skies. He wrapped Bucky’s arms further around him. Bucky could have sworn he was purring.
“Fancy a fuck?” he whispered.
“Not just now, my darling, I am not really in the mood. I am feeling quite chaste and sublime.”
“OK. Understood.“ A pause. He brought his face down to Zemo’s eyeline, and pointed. “What’s that dark patch on the moon called?”
“Actually, there is a very interesting story about that.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Bucky listened to Zemo telling him all about the moon, and about space exploration, but he wasn’t really paying attention to the words, just the tone. The lilting cadence of his lover’s voice. He could listen to this man forever.
“Have you ever been to space, my James?”
What? Bucky came back to earth. “Pardon?”
“I wondered if you had ever been out to space.”
“No,” Bucky grinned and rubbed his face against his Baron’s head. “But I can take you to heaven and back, 3 times a day!”
“Groan,” said Zemo affectionately, and turned his face to kiss him.
*
Part 4
Zemo and BuckyCat were in the lounge, after a long leisurely breakfast. Bucky and ZemoCat were lounging in the hot tub.
BuckyCat had just hesitantly asked Zemo if he would explain what had happened to Bucky in the past, what he had been through.
Zemo took a deep breath and hugged Jamie.
“It is a very sad story, my Jamie. Some very wicked people hurt and changed our Bucky. But James fought them. He fought them all.”
BuckyCat’s eyes were so wide and blue and tearful as he listened to Zemo.
“He was an officer in WWII, but he was captured by Hydra.”
BuckyCat shivered. “I don’t like Hydra,” he said. “They are bad people.”
Zemo nodded. “Yes, my sweet. They are. They brainwashed James, and gave him a super strong left arm. They trained him to be a marvellously efficient killing machine called the Winter Soldier. Part of his programming involved the use of special code words to make him obey any order, however bad. Not only that, but they erased his memory many many times.”
BuckyCat gasped, and brought his hands to his chest. His mouth was a big O.
“I know. It is horrendous. But his strong and loving personality was difficult to suppress. He fought their programming, and he suffered for it.
Oh, my Jamie, he suffered a lot.”
BuckyCat’s lip trembled, big tears rolling down his face.
Zemo wiped his tears away gently. He continued, in hushed tones. “But, all is not lost. In Wakanda he got help to mend his broken mind, and he found some semblance of peace. They called him the White Wolf there. I will be eternally grateful to Wakanda for its role in James’ recovery.
After the Snap, I thought I would never see him again, but fate intervened and now he is here with us. He has been through so much, my darling. He says he is fully recovered, but I see shadows sometimes.”
BuckyCat swallowed noisily, and wiped at his eyes. Zemo held a handkerchief to his nose. “Blow,” he said.
BuckyCat cleared his nose and sniffed.
“We should do something to show how much we love him again.” Jamie whispered to Zemo.
“What are you thinking of, my dove?” asked Zemo.
“I was thinking of maybe a little love session for him tonight after tea. I’ll talk to Muzzy in secret.” He looked up hopefully at Zemo.
Zemo smiled, and hugged him. “You really are the most selfless loving person, my darling one. You are very dear to me.” His eyes twinkled. “Now, tell me what I can do in this lovely plan of yours.”
*
Zemo was washing up the lunch dishes in the kitchen. There was a dishwasher of course, and staff, but sometimes he just liked the feel of his hands in the warm soapy water.
Bucky sidled up behind him and put his arms around his waist. He nuzzled into the back of his neck and whispered.
“I think Muzz and JJ are up to something. Do you know what it is?”
Zemo turned in his arms to face him, wiping his hands on a towel before placing his arms around Bucky’s neck. He smirked and tilted his head, his eyes shining.
“It’s supposed to be a surprise.”
“You can tell me. I’ll act surprised.”
“You are incorrigible.” Zemo kissed him.
Bucky kissed him back for a while, then pulled away slightly, and looked at him sternly. “Don’t distract me with your devilish mouth.”
Zemo arched an eyebrow.
“Tell me, Hel. Go on. I’ll do that thing you like.” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Zemo laughed. “You are really quite impossible.” He kissed him again, briefly. Then, grinning, “If I tell you, will you distract me with your devilish mouth?”
Bucky grinned back and picked him up. “You’ve got until I walk you to the couch,” he said, hitching Zemo up further and letting him wrap his legs around his torso.
“The couch?”
“Yeah. I figure if I fuck you on the table, it’s gonna break.”
He put his vibranium hand under Zemo’s bum and turned to saunter into the living room. Taking his time, squeezing Zemo’s bum.
“Hmmmm. Well, in that case,” said Zemo, grinding himself gently against Bucky, “Jamie is planning a little adoration session for you, this evening.”
“Adoration, eh?” queried Bucky, setting Zemo down on the couch, and unfastening Zemo’s trousers.
“Yes,” breathed Zemo, hitching forward so Bucky could pull down his pants.
Bucky stopped and looked at him owlishly. He stood and put his hands on his hips, waiting.
“And…” the Baron continued quickly, looking up at Bucky “there will definitely be some form of massage.”
Bucky started to unfasten his own trousers, stopping halfway through when Zemo stopped talking.
“Ah… and… ah… probably… some sex.”
“OK,” nodded Bucky, slipping out of his pants. “Is that all?”
“That is all I know,” said Zemo, holding up his hands. “I promise.”
“OK, then,” smiled Bucky. “Turn over.”
Zemo complied quickly, presenting his cute freckled arse to Bucky, who dropped to his knees and stuck his face between Zemo’s buttocks. He pried his cheeks apart and started to lick at Zemo’s hole.
Zemo pushed back against him, already moaning softly. God, Bucky loved hearing him moan. Making him moan. He swirled his tongue around that trembling ring of muscle, dipping in, opening it up. He felt Zemo quivering around him, his breath hitching.
“Yes,” he heard. “Oh… yes.”
He licked further in, sucking on the flesh, teasing the sphincter with his teeth and tongue, pushing right in, until Zemo was clenching around him and gripping the cushions, head down as he came all over the couch and carpet.
Bucky moved up, sliding his body along Zemo’s back until he could whisper in his ear “Oh, you have made a right mess, you bad boy. What am I going to do with you?”
Zemo huffed and grinned, turning to kiss him, his face blotchy, his hair ruffled. “I’m sure… you will think… of something.”
“I already have,” whispered Bucky, grasping his cock and sliding it into Zemo.
Zemo sighed deliciously, rounded his back and pushed against him to take in his length. “James. Aaaah… you feel so very good.”
Bucky gripped Zemo’s hips, and began to roll his own, watching that point where their bodies met and his dick kept disappearing into Zemo. Fuck. He was already close. He speeded up. Zemo pushing back, groaning out his name. And then he was snapping his hips, stuttering into warm flesh, the world falling away for a few glorious seconds as he spilled himself inside his Baron.
*
Dinner was fraught with sideways glances and surreptitious nudges between BuckyCat and ZemoCat. They were trying very hard to be calm, but kept sneaking peeks at Bucky, who pretended not to notice anything untoward. Zemo tried to engage everyone in light conversation, and Bucky joined in enthusiastically, but the ‘Cats were noticeably distracted. Zemo kept grinning over at Bucky when the ‘Cats weren’t looking. Bucky just shrugged and grimaced.
Everyone declined dessert.
Zemo and Bucky cleared the table. Jamie and Muzzy whispered together, timing their sentences with the clatter of plates, cos they knew that Bucky would hear every word otherwise. He heard every word anyway. They were too excited to keep to a proper whisper.
BuckyCat: “I think we’ll have to wait for about half an hour, so that everyone will have digested dinner.”
ZemoCat: “That is a good idea, although I wish we had thought of it sooner.”
“Why?”
“I am still hungry, and would have really liked some pudding.”
“Well, maybe we can have some after.”
“OK.”
“Don’t be sad.” He kissed ZemoCat on the nose. “I could get you some ice cream for now, if you want.”
“Yes, please, Jamie. We can share a bowl.”
BuckyCat wandered into the kitchen to see Zemo and Bucky side by side at the sink doing the washing up. Zemo was washing, and Bucky was drying and putting away. Zemo was humming softly, and Bucky was performing little dances as he moved around the kitchen.
“Wotcha, JJ,” said Bucky, swatting him with the tea towel. “What’ya after?”
“We’d like some ice cream, please.”
“Sure thing, Doll. You know where it is.”
BuckyCat walked over to the freezer and Bucky handed him some dishes and spoons.
“Just a big bowl instead, please,” asked BuckyCat. “Me and Muzz want to share.”
As he busied himself with ice cream and toppings, Zemo said “Please try not to spill any on the couch.” And he winked at BuckyCat to show that he was helping to keep ‘the secret’ from Bucky.
BuckyCat grinned to himself and wandered back through into the lounge.
Bucky sidled up to Zemo. “They are going to let us have half an hour to digest.”
“That sounds admirable,” said Zemo, turning his upper body to kiss Bucky on the cheek. “We should be finished here in about 10 minutes.”
*
About half an hour later, while Bucky and Zemo were cuddled up on the couch, Jamie and Muzzy wandered in.
Zemo got up and said “I am just going to get something from the kitchen. Does anybody want anything whilst I am there?” He winked at the ‘Cats as he left.
No one answered him. Jamie and Muzzy sat on either side of Bucky, squirmed their way under his arms and kissed him on the cheek.
“What’s up, guys?” asked Bucky, innocently. He heard the water running in the kitchen and the bowl being filled. He smelled soap.
“Nothing,” murmured ZemoCat, kissing along his jawline.
“We just love you,” whispered BuckyCat, kissing along his jawline on the other side. He stopped and positioned his face right in front of Bucky. His eyes were wide and clear, the pupils huge, the irises cornflower blue. He purred gently, and Bucky felt himself relaxing. ZemoCat set up a complementary purr, soft and low, placing a warm hand on Bucky’s chest.
After a few seconds, the purring stopped. BuckyCat moved to kiss him in the hollow under his ear, ZemoCat moved to face him, also showing huge round pupils. His irises were distinctly topaz coloured, like clear honey. He smiled shyly. “I love you so much,” he said, and kissed him lightly on the mouth.
“Me too,” whispered BuckyCat into his ear, before nibbling on the lobe.
“Love you too,” Bucky mumbled. He was overcome. He didn’t know quite what to do, so he just let it happen.
In perfect harmony, the ‘Cats began to gently undress him. No scratching. No talons. Zemo emerged from the kitchen carrying a bowl full of warm soapy water, and some towels, which he arranged on the floor in front of Bucky’s feet, kneeling before him.
Zemo waited patiently, taking Bucky’s clothes as they were offered and moving them onto another chair. Once he was naked, Zemo lifted Bucky’s feet one at a time, and placed them in the warm water. He filled his cupped hand with water and poured it slowly over Bucky’s shins and ankles, running his hands softly over Bucky’s skin.
The ‘Cats got undressed as Zemo gently washed and massaged Bucky’s feet. Bucky had never seen that dreamy meditative look on Zemo’s face before, and his heart lifted through him.
The ‘Cats climbed back onto the couch and knelt beside Bucky as Zemo finished his ministrations. They waited patiently while Zemo tenderly dried Bucky’s feet and placed them on the carpet. They set up a small rolling purr that promoted calmness and healing while they waited.
Once finished, Zemo meticulously gathered all the washing paraphernalia and removed it to the kitchen.
Bucky felt calm and peaceful and loved.
He hardly noticed when the ‘Cats stopped purring. He was fully focussed on them trailing little kisses over his body. BuckyCat on his left, ZemoCat on his right.
They kissed his face, moving down his neck and shoulders, over his scars and the point of attachment to his vibranium arm, lifting his arms to kiss along them down to his hands, visiting each knuckle and between his fingers, before turning his hand upwards to kiss each fingertip, down his individual fingers and then licking into his palm, nibbling at the fleshy part by his thumb, caressing and kissing his vibranium plates. They moved back along the underside of his arms, across his armpits and down his chest. They kissed and licked and nibbled their way down his side, over his hips, down the front of his thighs.
Moving onto the floor, they continued their love trail over his knees, down his legs, over his feet and toes. They picked up his feet to kiss the instep, the ankle, Bucky moving his body parts for them as needed. They kissed up the back of his legs, the backs of his knees, nibbling at his hamstrings, licking along his inner thighs.
Muzzy took his soft cock in his mouth, Jamie licked his balls, and for the first time since the kissing began Bucky felt arousal.
His cock thickened and Muzzy moaned appreciatively around it, sucking slowly, opening up his gorgeous amber eyes to gaze at his beloved Bucky as he sucked on his shaft. Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off him.
Bucky placed his hand on Muzzy’s head, pushing his fingers through his silky hair, gripping him, and Muzzy’s eyes fluttered closed for a second.
Zemo wandered back from the kitchen, totally naked, and climbed on the couch next to Bucky, moving close so he could kiss his neck, and the hollow of his throat. Kisses turning into love bites. Sealing his mouth to his skin and sucking. Leaving little marks along the side of his neck. Timing it so that at least one stood out, while the others faded.
Bucky moaned with each suck. From his neck by Zemo, from his cock by Muzzy, from his balls by Jamie. His hips started to twitch, his balls tighten. Zemo placed a hand on his chest, pressing into him as he sucked a hickey over his jugular. Warm flesh surrounded him. Zemo moaned into his ear, hot breath on the side of his face, teeth pulling on his lobe. The ‘Cats moved faster, sucked harder, and he felt his orgasm building.
“Fuuu-uuck,”he groaned. “Fuuu-uuck. I… I….” and his hips bucked, his hand clenched in Muzzy’s hair, and he was cumming, cumming all down Muzzy’s throat in hot fat ropes.
He came back down to earth a few seconds later when Muzzy and Jamie released him, leaving his skin cold with their absence.
He smiled lazily at them, and they grinned up at him. Muzzy still had dribbles of his cum dripping from his mouth. He licked it up with his long pink tongue.
The ‘Cats turned to each other to kiss, and Zemo placed a finger under Bucky’s chin and gently turned his face to him.
“My love,” he whispered, his eyes dark, lips bruised, cheeks reddened. He moved to kiss him, opening his mouth to him, and Bucky was lost in his kiss.
Zemo rose up and, between kisses, manoeuvred Bucky onto his back on the couch. The ‘Cats were entwined on the floor, mewling softly and gently molesting each other. Bucky could smell their arousal and his cock began to thicken again.
Zemo was kneeling between his thighs, his cock hard and inviting. Bucky wanted him. He brought his knees up and planted his feet on the cushions.
Zemo grinned wickedly, gave him that look, and Bucky’s hole twitched. Zemo grasped his cock with one hand, using the other to lift Bucky’s thigh up and out of the way, as he gently inserted himself into Bucky. Bucky sighed as Zemo slowly inched his way in. Hitching closer to fill him. Moving Bucky’s leg up along his chest, leaning into him, pushing down. He seated himself into Bucky with a low moan, his balls pressing up against Bucky’s arse.
“Hel,” Bucky whispered.
“Mmmmm,” answered Zemo, slowly pulling out, almost all the way, then pushing back in just as slowly.
“Hel,” again, dreamily. Bucky brought his hands up to his chest. Zemo loomed over him, moving leisurely, thoroughly, angling himself just right. He stretched to kiss Bucky, and Bucky pushed his tongue into Zemo’s mouth, feeling the unending circle of their bodies: Zemo’s cock in him, his tongue in Zemo’s mouth.
Zemo broke away, moving languidly. Bucky could still taste him. He couldn’t take his eyes off Zemo’s face. He felt his body liquifying, Zemo’s long even strokes causing ripples of electricity up his spine. His hips bucked. His mouth opened, but he couldn’t speak, just felt his climax lift through him, saw fiery glowing colours as he spent himself between their bodies.
Zemo felt Bucky cum beneath him. He was so close himself. He speeded up his thrusts slightly to effect his own release, spilling deep inside Bucky, watching his lover’s face as he stuttered into him.
*
Part 5
Bucky and ZemoCat were up in Bucky’s room. The door was open and they could hear Zemo and BuckyCat downstairs. Zemo was teaching Jamie how to bake cookies. BuckyCat was not a fan of cooking, but he wanted to bake some cookies for Muzzy in the shape of the leaning tower of Pisa. Although he was trying, he was finding it difficult to concentrate. Muzzy’s ears flicked and he smirked at Bucky every time they heard something being dropped, or BuckyCat’s plaintive little “Ooops,” or “Please show me again, Mo.” Zemo’s voice was soft and patient. He was never annoyed with BuckyCat; he never mentioned his mistakes, and he praised him for every little success.
Bucky was fiddling with the stations on his radio. Of course Bucky had an old style radio in his room. Zemo had thought of everything.
He finally hit the right station when a scratchy old melody came warbling through the tinny speakers.
“Hell yes!” he said, and shot to his feet. He started to sway to the music, a dreamy nostalgic look on his face.
He turned to ZemoCat and held out his hand.
“C’mon Spots, let’s dance.”
“I’m afraid I don’t quite know how to, my darling.” ZemoCat said, taking Bucky’s hand and rising to his feet.
Bucky pulled him into his embrace and whispered “To a song like this, you just feel the music.” He pressed his body to ZemoCat’s, pulled him close, placed his hands on Muzzy’s back and began to move his hips, shuffling around until Muzzy got the idea.
Muzzy placed his head on Bucky’s shoulder, and his arms about his waist. “Mmmmm. I like this,” he murmured, swaying along with Bucky. “Why haven’t we done this before?”
They danced a nice slow dance until the song ended, and ZemoCat lifted his head to gaze at his Bucky. His eyes were huge, the pupils dark, his countenance dreamy. He was just about to move in for a kiss, when the next tune came on the radio. A jive.
“Excellent!” cried Bucky, grabbing one of Muzzy’s hands and flinging him outwards for a twirl.
“Oh!” said ZemoCat, and he grinned ferally, showing his teeth, as Bucky pulled him back in, and proceeded to enthusiastically teach him how to jive, picking him up by the armpits to swing him up and around, and down between his legs. Muzzy was a quick learner and thoroughly enjoyed holding onto Bucky’s hands and being whirled around the bedroom floor.
After the song finished, Muzzy was still holding onto Bucky’s hands. He didn’t want to let go. “Can Zemo dance?” he asked.
“He can dance very well,” answered Bucky, smiling at the memories. “He’s surprisingly light on his feet and very… energetic.” He winked. “And seductive.”
“I can believe that,” smiled ZemoCat. “You know, I think that Jamie would also love this.”
“You’re so right,” said Bucky, smiling widely. “Let’s call them up.”
The next song was a lindy hop. Bucky moved to the doorway and shouted downstairs.
“Zemo! JJ! Get up here! We’re teaching the ‘Cats how to dance!”
He heard the obvious replies:
“Just let me turn everything off, and we will be right there, darling,”
followed by
“Dancing? Yip!”
*
Part 6
Zemo was in a mischievous mood. Everyone was off doing their own thing around the lodge, but he was feeling unexpectedly horny.
He decided to test out their superior hearing.
He plonked himself down in the middle of the big wide couch in the lounge, and whispered, just whispered, “I find that I am feeling highly aroused, my darling. Are you available?”
Almost immediately he heard Bucky scrambling down the stairs. Jamie ran in from the corridor and Muzz stepped in from the back patio.
Zemo smirked to himself, and decided to let them remove his clothing. He felt like being scratched.
***