Bucky Clone-ish

Part 1

Zemo and Barnes were outside the safe house in the outskirts of London.

“I think it’s best if I talk to James alone first,” said Zemo, putting the key in the door, talking over his shoulder to the BuckyClone. “Would you mind waiting in the hall?”

“Sure. When I hear the all-clear, I’ll come in.”

Zemo opened the door and walked through the short hallway, past the staircase and upto the door to the lounge. Barnes stepped inside and turned to close the front door behind them. Zemo put his hand on the lounge door handle, paused for a second to collect himself, then opened it and walked through.

His James was sitting on the couch, feet on the coffee table, a cold beer in hand.

He was already looking at Zemo as he crossed the threshold. He was grinning. He put down his beer, put his feet on the floor.

“James, I have a confession,” started Zemo. 

“Oh, yes?” Bucky lounged back on the sofa, legs spread, one arm along the back cushions.

Zemo coughed, and gestured to the doorway. “This is Sebastián. I’m afraid I couldn’t kill him.”

“Hi,” said Seb, walking in behind Zemo. “Holy Cow, you really do look like me.”

“That’s okay, Hel,” said James, turning his head to the kitchen area. He whistled. “This is Daniil. I couldn’t kill him either.”

“Hi,” said Dani, moving in from the kitchen. “I must thank you both for your mercy.”

“Think nothing of it,” said Zemo. He turned to Bucky, a smile slowly forming on his face.

“You don’t mind?” asked Bucky, tilting his head in the direction of the ZemoClone.

“I expected as much, said Zemo, nonplussed. He shrugged out of his coat and plonked himself on the sofa next to Bucky. “You are just an old softie,” he murmured, lifting up a hand to caress James’ stubble. “I’m glad you’re safe.” His face was doting.

James gazed back at Zemo, took his hand and turned it to plant a kiss on the palm. “Me too,” he whispered.

Seb and Dani gave each other a look from across the room.

Zemo kissed Bucky on the cheek, and Bucky grabbed him in a bear hug.

“Ooof!” exclaimed Zemo.

“Sit. Sit.” said Bucky to Sebastián, over Zemo’s shoulder, but Zemo nibbled on his ear and Bucky turned his face to kiss Zemo full on the mouth, suddenly oblivious to everything else.

Daniil coughed. “Yes…Erm… I have prepared a little something to eat, if you would care to join us,” he added in his softly accented voice.

Barnes blushed. “Errr… Wow… OK… Right. Do you need any help?” He nodded his head in the direction of Bucky and Zemo making out on the sofa, moaning softly into each other’s mouths, hands all over each other’s bodies.

The ZemoClone smirked, and tilted his head just like Zemo did, in that way that Barnes found maddeningly attractive. “I think that would be wise. Let’s leave them to catch up for a moment, shall we?” He turned to go back into the kitchen area, and Barnes shrugged off his jacket and followed.

Bucky and Zemo didn’t even come up for air.

Dani closed the sliding doors that connected the kitchen to the lounge, catching sight of Zemo pushing Bucky down onto the couch, lifting up his top to reveal his tummy. He blushed as he felt his cock thicken. He shook himself, turned around and leant back on the door for a second. He looked up to find Seb watching him expectantly. Wow, he was gorgeous, too. Had he just been programmed to fuck everything in sight? He forced himself to slow his breathing. Willed his dick to behave.

He stepped up to Seb and held out his hand formally. “I am most pleased to meet you.” Thank the Good Lord his voice was calm.

Barnes shook it. “Likewise.” As Seb touched Dani’s hand, he felt a frisson run through him. Holy Cow. This man was hypnotic. Just like Zemo. He knew it was partly the programming, but Fuuu-uuck. He was already hard. He was sure he was leaking all over the inside of his trousers.

Rhythmic groaning sounds started to intrude from next door. Fuck sake, thought Seb. Really?

Dani looked sheepishly at Seb. “Even I can hear that, so Heaven knows what your superior hearing can make out!”

“You don’t want to know,” answered Seb. “Is there a radio or something around here?”

“Firstly,” said Dan, moving to turn off the stove and oven, “maybe I do want to know…”

Seb stopped dead. He turned slowly, watching Dan like hawk, leaning back against the cupboard and trying to slow his heart rate.

“Secondly,” Daniil continued, “there is a radio. Over there.” He pointed to a shelf to Sebastián’s right. “Or, there’s the option to remove ourselves upstairs.” He walked over to the door that lead from the kitchen to the hallway, and on to the staircase. “This may sound trite,” he said, opening the door, and then looking intently at Barnes, “but I find you very attractive. I know we’ve only just met, and it’s probably programmed into us, but…”

Seb interrupted, his voice low and husky “Yeah. I know just what you mean.” He moved closer to Dani. “It’s like we’ve met before. But the programming seems to be just for the current owner…”

“Lucrezia.” Dani’s eyes flashed, and he spat on the floor.

“And the Countess Brigadier,” added Seb. “Both of whom are dead now.”

“Thankfully.”

“And also, it seems, deep down, me for you…”

“Yes.” Dani gazed into his eyes, his hand moving up to hover by Seb’s waist. “And I for you…”

“Or anyone who looks like you.”

“We could try to resist.”

“Do you want to? I mean, I’ll try too, if you like, cos I feel if I touch you…” continued Barnes softly, gazing into Dani’s eyes, “there’ll be no…”

Daniil kissed him before he could complete the sentence.

*

Zemo and Bucky woke to the sound of Barnes singing downstairs in the kitchen, and the clatter of breakfast plates.

“Something smells good,” Bucky said, snuggling against Zemo’s chest.

“Mmmmm,” Zemo replied. “Do you think we’ll have time to…” He grinned and his hand snaked down Bucky’s abs.

Bucky caught it. “A-a. Nope.” He brought it up to his lips to kiss. “We’d better be good. We weren’t very good last night.”

“On the contrary, my darling. You were very good.”

Bucky laughed, tickling his stubble along Zemo’s nipples. “Let’s be polite, and join them for breakfast.”

“I do have quite an appetite,” said Zemo. “Do you want to use the bathroom first?”

“Nah, I’m good for a minute, so long as you’re not taking a shower yet!”

Zemo nudged him playfully, then started to get up.

Bucky rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head. “By the way,” he said, as Zemo sauntered into the en suite, “Did you hear them last night?”

“Oh, yes,” Zemo threw back over his shoulder. “You didn’t need super hearing to hear what they were doing. It sounded delicious.”

Bucky paused, then said “They’re coming home with us, aren’t they?”

“Yes, my dear. I think so. We’ll ask them at breakfast.”

*

“It’s probably for the best if you come and live with us,” said Zemo, later, at the breakfast table. “Although, of course, it is entirely up to you. You certainly don’t have to. I can set you both up anywhere in the world, separately or together.”

“We’ve got plenty of room,” added Bucky. “And we’d like you to join us.”

“Think on it,” said Zemo. “We’re planning to leave in a couple of hours.”

Sebastián and Daniil looked at each other and nodded.

“We don’t really need to think on it,” said Dani. “We’d love to.”

“We had discussed something like this last night,” said Seb.

“Perfection,” said Zemo. “We are polyamorous, but not beholden. It’s a fluid dynamic.”

“That’s great,” added Bucky, “but… there’s something we need to tell you about the other two members of the house…”

*

Part 2

BuckyCat was fidgety, pacing up and down in the lounge, in front of the fireplace. “How long has it been now, Muzz?”

“My darling,” said Muzzy, seated on the couch, trying to read. “You asked me that 5 minutes ago.” He smiled softly, and looked at his watch. “Yes, it’s now been exactly 48 hours. No, they are not here yet.” A pause. “But, we can’t just sit around moping until they return. They could be back any minute, or not until tomorrow.” Another pause. “Right.” He slapped his thighs and stood. 

BuckyCat stopped pacing and faced him, frowning.

“Come with me to the firing range and we can let off some steam,” said ZemoCat, holding out his hand.

BuckyCat’s shoulders sagged. He sighed, then tilted his head, ears flicking. He seemed to come to a decision. 

“OK.” He nodded at ZemoCat. “Can we dress up in combats?”

“Of course, my darling.” ZemoCat smiled. “Race you!”

*

BuckyCat had decided on grey combat trousers, black army boots and a sleeveless black skinny rib top. He had his hair up in a loose bun. He was wearing black racing gloves and classic aviators.

ZemoCat went for olive camouflaged trousers, desert boots, brown leather gloves and a khaki t-shirt. He added a dark green kerchief round his neck, and mirror shades. He liked it.

They spent a happy hour or so in the rifle range, playfully competing with each other. Muzzy was pleased that his plan to distract Jamie was working so well. And the fact that he had promised him ice cream and chocolate fudge cake if he beat Muzzy’s score, helped to focus Jamie on the task at hand, and keep his mind from wandering.

They emerged from the firing range, chattering and joking, but stopped short. There was a helicopter on the helipad. They hadn’t heard it arrive. They looked at each other and pelted into the house, shucking their gloves and sunglasses and throwing them to the ground as they went.

They could hear Zemo and Bucky in the kitchen, and they ran to them, purring loudly and grinning like idiots.

“You’re back. We missed you so much.” There was much hugging and kissing, petting and snuggling.

“Wait. What’s that noise?” asked Muzzy suddenly, pulling away from Bucky. He looked quizzically   upwards and rotated his ears. “Who’s upstairs?”

“2 someone’s,” said Jamie, turning from Zemo, then moving away to stand in the middle of the kitchen. “I can smell them now. They smell like Mo and Bucky.” He looked back at Zemo.

Zemo raised his hands placatingly. “My loves, we have some new people joining us.”

Bucky added “They are very nice. You will love them.” He winked. “Love them.”

Muzzy moved over to stand by Jamie. He turned and put his hands on his hips. “They smell like you. Are they more clones?”

“Indeed they are, how clever of you,” said Zemo.

“But, it’s not their fault,” interjected Bucky, leaning back against the counter and folding his arms. “They were created by some very nasty people.”

“Hydra?” whispered BuckyCat, in a horrified voice.

Bucky nodded.

BuckyCat looked at Muzzy and then back at Zemo. “So, you rescued them?”

Zemo nodded.

“And brought them here to stay with us?” asked ZemoCat, softly.

Zemo nodded again.

“To play with us?” asked BuckyCat, hopefully.

“Yes, of course, my darling,” said Zemo, moving to put his hands on Jamie’s shoulders. Jamie looked into his face, his eyes wide.

Muzzy sidled back over to Bucky, and put his hand on his arm. “Do they know about us?” he asked.

Bucky nodded, grinning. “Oh, yes,” he said. “They can’t wait to meet you.”

Muzzy and Jamie shared a glance.

“Now, now,” said Zemo. “Try to be gentle with them.”

Bucky scoffed, and nudged Muzzy playfully. “You know, like you were with us at first.”

Muzzy grinned, showing his canines.

“Yip,” exclaimed BuckyCat, dancing on the spot. “What are they called?”

“Their names are Daniil and Sebastián,” said Zemo. “Daniil looks like me.”

“And Sebastián looks like me,” finished Bucky.

“Why don’t you go and introduce yourself, kittens.”

*

BuckyCat and ZemoCat padded softly up the staircase, grinning and nudging each other. They separated at the top, one going right, one going left. Bucky could smell their rising pheromones from downstairs, and he grinned over at Zemo. “They’re going to be a while. Fancy a shag?”

“Delighted, mi amor. Lead the way.”

*

BuckyCat padded up to Daniil’s room. The door was half open and he could see and smell the shadowed shape moving around inside.

He stepped up to the boundary, paused, and walked through.

“Hi,” he purred, softly. He closed the door behind him, keeping his eyes focussed on Daniil. He leaned back against the door for a moment, drinking in the sight of him. He was already in love. He couldn’t help it. 

Daniil was a vision in dark chinos, sneakers and a blue and brown plaid shirt. His hair was long and wavey, layered to reach his shoulders. His beard was growing out, fuller and darker than just a 5 o’clock shadow.

He turned to BuckyCat, smiling politely.

“Hi. You must be Jamie. I’m very pleased to make your acquaintance.” His sweetly accented voice was low and husky.

“Yes.” Jamie sashayed up to him, tail moving languidly, ears flicking. 

“I’m Dani.” He looked intently at BuckyCat. God, he was indecently hot. Just like Bucky, but leaner, with adorable cat ears poking up through his dark glossy hair, and a long swishing tail. His smile was like sunlight, teeth wickedly sharp and optic white. His eyes were big and as blue as sapphires. It should be illegal how fucking sexy he was. It’s just my programming, he thought. Then, To Hell with my programming! I’d want him, even without it.

“Dani,” BuckyCat whispered, getting right up into Daniil’s personal space. He placed his hands on Daniil’s chest and purred very quietly, his eyes searching Daniil’s face. Dani’s eyes were just like Zemo’s, they even had those precious markings on the iris. And he had all the right moles, in all the right places - that Jamie could see so far. He couldn’t wait to check out his freckles. He felt Daniil’s heartbeat quicken. He moved a hand up to brush gently through Daniil’s hair. “I like your long hair.”

“Thank you.” Daniil looked at BuckyCat alertly, wonderingly, and Jamie kissed him lightly on the mouth. Then again.

Daniil pulled back slightly. Whoa. He brought his hands up to just hover over BuckyCat’s upper arms. 

“You smell lovely,” said BuckyCat, kissing him again, and this time Daniil returned the kiss, opening his mouth to Jamie, who moaned with delight. He gripped the back of Dani’s head and kissed him hungrily, wrapping one leg around Dani’s leg, his tail coiling around Dani’s other calf.

Daniil groaned and moved his hands to grip BuckyCat’s shoulders, pulling him close. Jamie moulded his body to him and Dani could feel his erection jutting sharply into his belly. He felt his own cock thickening in response.

Jamie broke off the kiss, grinning, exposing his sharp, white canines. He dropped his leg to the floor and began to tug at the bottom of Dani’s shirt.

“Let’s get naked and fuck.”

“Yes, I was told to expect this,” Daniil grinned, slightly breathless, cheeks flushed. “Although I didn’t really believe it.”

Jamie looked back up to Dani’s face, gazing into his eyes. He smiled. “Yip. Believe it.” He pushed at Dani’s chest, manoeuvring him over to the bed, until he hit the edge and sat down heavily. 

“Do you like these clothes?” asked Jamie, flicking out his talons.

Daniil looked up owlishly at BuckyCat. His eyes flickered between Jamie’s eyes and mouth. He parted his lips, then placed his hands by his sides, slightly behind him, and leaned back. “Have at them,” he whispered huskily. And then, have at me.

BuckyCat leaned forwards, grinning, and ripped Dani’s shirt open, buttons popping off and flying across the room. He shredded the rest of Dani’s clothing, and then his own, then straddled Dani’s lap. He slid his cock alongside Dani’s cock, pressing their balls together at the same time, slowly gyrating his hips, his hands on Dani’s shoulders, Dani’s hands on his hips.

After a few seconds, his talons retreated, he lifted himself up and grabbed Dani’s cock with one hand, lining himself up with it, and sliding it into his slick and ready hole. He sank onto the length of it with a low moan.

“Aaah… mmmm,” sighed Dani. BuckyCat’s insides were so hot and tight, he didn’t think he was going to last long. 

BuckyCat’s eyes fluttered closed as he began to move slowly up and down. He gave a soft little moan with every dip, his hands resting lightly on Dani’s shoulders, his thigh muscles bunching. Dani held onto his hips and thrust up with him.

Then BuckyCat was getting faster, moaning louder, and Dani was matching his rhythm, until BuckyCat stopped and pressed down on him, gripping his cock fiercely, opening up his glorious eyes to gaze at him as he squeezed out rope after rope of thick catcum between their bodies. “Oh… Oh… Oh….” he breathed, with each spurt, before slumping against Dani’s chest and resting his head on his shoulder.

Dani was still rammed rock hard up inside him. He was so close. His cock twitched and jumped. He ground his hips against BuckyCat. BuckyCat smiled and turned his head to lick Dani’s neck. He gripped him internally and whispered “Cum for me,” as he sucked a hickey just under his ear.

Dani almost swooned. BuckyCat felt so tight around his cock, and that, coupled with the sensations on his neck, caused his hips to stutter, and he felt his climax building. He gripped BuckyCat’s hips as he jack-knifed into him, pulsing out his semen deep into Jamie.

They rested together for a while, chests sticky with sweat and a surprisingly large amount of catcum, before Jamie slipped off and rolled onto his back on the bed and Dani flopped backwards.

“Well, that happened,” he said, grinning.

Jamie sniggered and rolled over to lie beside him, stroking his fingernails down Dani’s chest, making little patterns in the pools of cum drying there. “I like you,” he purred. “I want your mouth on my cock. Suck me.” And he kissed his neck wetly, while grinding himself against Dani’s side.

“How can I refuse,” said Dani, rolling BuckyCat onto his back and grabbing hold of his dick. It was already nice and thick, and musky. Dani enfolded it in his mouth and began to suck contentedly. Jamie squirmed to get comfy, wiped his hand on the duvet before placing it lightly on Daniil’s head. He purred as he moved his hips slowly in time to Dani’s suckling mouth.

Dani closed his eyes as he took in more and more of Jamie’s dick. Everything felt slightly surreal, but he found he didn’t care. All the normal rules didn’t apply anymore. He wasn’t who he thought he was. He was a clone, and he was here in this millionaire’s mansion (whom he had been cloned from), sucking the most marvellous cock of a hybrid human-panther. Maybe he had died, and this was heaven. If it was, he was going to fucking enjoy every minute of it. He sucked harder, Jamie’s hand gripped his hair, and pretty soon he had him cumming down his throat. A split-second before he came, he remembered how much catcum he released, and quite frankly he relished it. When it came, he swallowed every drop, disappointed there wasn’t more. Fuuu-uuck, he loved it here already. If this was a taste of things to come, bring it on. Bring it all on.

*

Meanwhile, ZemoCat had reached Sebastián’s room down the corridor. This door was also slightly ajar. ZemoCat could see a figure sitting on the bed. He could smell a lovely variation on his James’ scent.

He walked up to the threshold and tiptoed through. Sebastián turned to look at him. Muzzy felt such a jolt as he met his eyes: a bright teal in this light.

He was wearing dark blue jeans, boots and a V-neck knitted jumper in tones of red and orange. His hair was long, tucked behind his ears and falling past his shoulders in soft waves. His beard was thick and dark.

Sebastián’s eyes widened slightly as he saw ZemoCat in the doorway. Here we go, he thought. In a split second, he assessed him. ZemoCat was fucking gorgeous. Just like Zemo - who he had fallen in love with already - but with tufted lynx-like ears standing up through his short layered hair. He had a long flexible tawny tail and delicate tawny skin, with pronounced freckles and spots over his cheeks and nose, even on the backs of his hands. Barnes wondered where else they were, and felt his cock twitch. ZemoCat’s eyes were a deep amber, almost golden in this light, and he could see the tell-tale markings in the iris. Part of him was really happy that they were present.

ZemoCat stepped into the room, tail swishing, ears up and rotating. Sebastián could smell his musk. Fuuu-uuck. He was helpless.

“Hello. I’m Muzzy.” ZemoCat said, in a slow drawl, as he pressed back on the door to close it.

Sebastián shook himself, stood and turned to him. “Hi, I’m Seb.” He quite liked how low and in control his voice sounded.

Muzzy closed the gap between them, and placed his hands on Seb’s chest, imprinting on his face, inhaling his scent.

“I like your beard,” he purred.

“Thanks, yeah. I like your ears.”

“I like you,” Muzzy said, and leapt on him, wrapping his legs around his torso and his arms around his neck, threading the fingers of one hand through his hair at the back of his neck.

Thank fuck, thought Sebastián. He adjusted his stance, couldn’t stop the grin forming on his face, and placed his hands under ZemoCat’s bum. Muzzy dropped little kisses on Seb’s cheeks and nose and eyelids, before kissing him softly on the mouth. Once. Twice.

Sebastián kissed him back, moving one hand to the small of his back to hug him closer. As their kiss deepened, Muzzy pressed his growing erection into Seb’s belly and moaned into his mouth. When Sebastián groaned back, squeezing his bum, Muzzy broke off the kiss. Seb’s eyes were wide and lust-darkened, the irises a deep azure that made Muzzy’s cock twitch.

“Do you want to see my spots?” purred ZemoCat.

“Erm… OK. If you want to show me.”

“Yes. I want to claim you. Let’s fuck.”

“Er… Wow. This is really happening.”

“Indeed yes. I’m yours now and you’re mine.” Muzzy squirmed out of Seb’s hold, and dropped lightly to his feet. “You smell heavenly. I want to taste you. Take your clothes off.” He stepped back a pace, and flicked out his talons, grinning. “Or, I could do it for you.”

Seb grinned back. “Mmmmm. I like the sound of that. Maybe.” He lifted his hand to ZemoCat’s cute little neckerchief and twisted his fingers in it, using it to pull ZemoCat close for a sweet kiss. “Yes. I’m yours. You’re mine.” He gazed into to his eyes, finding them dilating in front of him.

ZemoCat purred softly, pressing his chest up against him and rumbling.

Seb brought his other hand up to untie the fabric around ZemoCat’s neck. ZemoCat watched him, sideways on, fascinated by the look of concentration on Seb’s face as he loosened the knot. He was so close, he rubbed his face against Seb’s thick beard. He nibbled on his earlobe. “Fuck me, darling,” he purred softly into his ear.

Seb bent to lift him up, and carried him over to the bed. Muzzy wrapped his arms around his neck and rested his head on his shoulder. He felt dreamy. His talons retreated. He kissed Seb’s cheek and licked his neck. As Seb gently placed him down on the bed, Muzzy caught hold of him, and pulled him down on top of him, kissing him soundly, threading his fingers through his long lustrous hair, moving it from behind his ears so that it fell in a curtain around his face. He gazed up at him adoringly. “I want you,” he whispered, pushing his jumper up to reveal a navy t underneath.

“I know,” said Seb, slipping out of his jumper and hitching up Muzzy’s t-shirt. “Oh. I like the freckles on your stomach,” and he bent to kiss them.

Muzzy giggled and squirmed. “You should see them on my back.” He flipped over and wriggled out of his t, presenting the exquisite jaguar markings to Sebastián.

“They’re beautiful,” Seb said, running the fingers of one hand lightly over them.

“Wait til you see my cock,” said Muzzy with delight, pulling down his combats, and ripping them in half at the crotch because he didn’t want to waste time taking his boots off.

“Whoa,” said Seb.

Muzzy leaned back on his elbows, legs open, displaying his beautifully marked dick, standing up proudly above his equally patterned balls.

Seb gently touched his cock, pulling down the smooth foreskin, to reveal further markings on his shaft. Muzzy groaned, and twitched his hips. Seb moved his hand up and down Muzzy’s cock, watching Muzzy’s eyes flicker closed. “Oh… Oh…” Muzzy breathed, and it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds later when he was leaking over Seb’s hand, and then he stuttered against him, opened his eyes and his mouth, and he came… and came… long thick ropes of pearly cum spurting out of his cock and splattering over Seb’s hand and arm, his stomach and chest, vast amounts of catcum arcing out across the bed. “Aaaaah,” sighed Muzzy, flopping onto his back.

“Fuck,” whispered Seb. That’s a helluva lot of cum.

Muzzy lifted his head to look up at him. “Yes, please,” he said. Quick as a flash, he got up, flicked out his talons, slashed through the laces on his boots and kicked them off, then removed the remains of his tattered clothing. He tutted to himself, shaking his head in dismay. “I don’t know what’s come over me. I don’t usually treat my clothing like this.” He looked over at Seb and grinned sheepishly. “Look at the effect you are having on me already, darling.”

Seb shrugged. Then smiled. “Now do me,” he said, holding his arms out to the side.

ZemoCat grinned again, exposing his sharp white canines, and shredded Seb’s clothes, leaving him slightly scratched in the process. But by the time Muzzy had pushed all the clothes onto the floor, the scratches had all healed up.

ZemoCat ran his fingers lightly up and down Seb’s chest and abs, then grabbed his cock. “Mmmmm,” he purred. “You’ll do.”

Seb laughed out loud, and grabbed ZemoCat’s face, kissing him deeply. ZemoCat stroked up and down his cock as he kissed him back, then stopped and flipped around, sticking his bum into Seb’s groin. When Seb put his arms around Muzzy’s waist, Muzz bent forwards and lifted his tail. “Fuck me now,” he demanded, positioning Seb’s dick against his slick hole. He was so ready, that Seb’s cockhead slipped in almost immediately. 

“Fuuu-uuck,” whispered Seb.

“Yes,” said Muzzy, gleefully, pushing back to take in Seb’s whole length. “Fuck, yes.” He bent to put his hands on the bed. Seb grabbed his hips and started to move, nice and slow. “No,” said ZemoCat, pushing back. “Faster. Harder.” And Seb complied, fucking into him deep and strong, snapping his hips in a fast tattoo that all too soon had them both cumming gloriously. 

Seb pressed into him to ride out his climax, Muzzy pushing back at him and gripping him tightly, spraying out more fluid onto the bed, as Seb ejaculated into him. As his breathing calmed, he felt Muzzy snigger beneath him. “Ooops,” he murmured, slightly breathless. “Your duvet is soaked!”

Seb slipped out, got off the bed and surveyed the situation: Muzzy was on all fours, looking at him sheepishly, a pool of cum soaking into the duvet beneath him, his own jizz leaking fetchingly out of Muzzy’s delectable hole. 

Muzzy’s eyes dropped to Seb’s dick. He delicately picked his way around the cum pools on the bed, and sat on a dry patch on the edge, reaching for Seb’s hips, and pulling him forwards to lick at his cock and lap at his genitals. As he tenderly cleaned him, he hummed softly against his skin.

Seb’s knees went weak and he fought to keep himself upright. He brushed his fingers gently through ZemoCat’s hair and scratched the back of his head lovingly.

When Muzzy finished, Seb took his hands and bid him rise. He bundled up the cum-soaked duvet and threw it to the floor. Striding over to the ottoman, he pulled out some extra blankets and threw them over the bed. Muzzy felt his heart lift.

“C‘mon, Spots,” he said, climbing into the blankets. He scooched back to make room for Muzzy, who eagerly clambered into bed next to him, wrapping his arms and legs around him, and resting his head on his chest, lifting his face to gaze into his eyes.

Seb smiled, and pulled the blankets up around Muzzy’s back, tucking him in. Muzzy purred, low and contentedly. “Fuck me again later,” he said, sleepily.

“You betcha,” answered Seb, hugging him tightly.

*

Part 3

Zemo was wrapped around Bucky on the rug in front of the fireplace in the living room.

They hadn’t made it upstairs.

Bucky was trailing his fingers slowly up and down Zemo’s side.

They were warm and slightly sleepy, and very content after their lovemaking.

Bucky couldn’t help hearing what was going on with the Cats and their new guests upstairs, and Zemo had demanded a running commentary.

They were very satisfied with the way things were turning out.