Bucky Clone-ish

Bucky faltered. He took a breath, then stuck his gun down the back of his trousers, moving forward to squat on his haunches in front of Daniil. He searched that familiar yet unfamiliar face. Those freckles and moles, that he had kissed so often on his counterpart, had him in a chokehold. How could he…

Daniil opened his eyes. God, but they were glorious. The light was hitting them just right, bringing out the soft caramel tones and the flecks on the iris. Bucky’s heart melted.

“It’s not your fault,” Bucky said, reaching out a tremulous hand to brush a wayward lock of hair from Daniil’s eyes. Daniil let him.

“I was brainwashed in exactly the same way,” he continued softly. Daniil’s arms dropped to his side. His mouth half opened.

“There’s a way out of this, a way through, if you trust me.”

Hope blossomed in Dani’s eyes. “I think I’d trust you with my life,” Daniil whispered, his eyes searching Bucky’s face.

Something blossomed in Bucky.

He cupped Dani’s cheeks with both hands and kissed him full on the mouth, rubbing his thumbs gently through Dani’s beard.

Dani stiffened.

“God, I’m sorry. I…” Bucky dropped his hands, dropped his head.

Dani put a finger under Bucky’s chin, and lifted it. His eyes were shining. “Don’t be.” 

He kissed him back. And what a kiss. His mouth was soft and supple, his tongue clever and searching. He tasted ever so slightly differently from his Baron. Nice. Sweet. Did he like Turkish Delight, too? 

Bucky dropped to his knees, inserting one between Daniil’s legs. Daniil rose up slightly to straddle Bucky’s thigh, gripping possessively, grinding himself on the taut muscle. Bucky moaned into his mouth and pulled him close, losing himself in the kiss.

Some while later, Daniil broke off the kiss. His cheeks were flushed. His lips reddened. His eyes dark, the irises a deep hazelnut brown. He looked over at Lucrezia’s corpse. 

“I think your kiss broke the spell,” he said, turning back to Bucky. “I can no longer feel any connection with that controlling bitch. And, for that alone, I thank you.” He smiled slowly, seductively. “My gratitude knows no bounds.” 

He pushed Bucky backwards. Bucky stopped him, removed his backpack and the gun from down his trousers and put them off to one side. Then he pulled Dani to him, moving with him, adjusting, so they were both lying on the soft gold carpet. Daniil moved his hands down to Bucky’s belt. He was smiling as he unfastened Bucky’s trousers, his mouth half open. Bucky couldn’t help grinning back.

Dani peeled down Bucky’s combats just enough to uncover his crotch. Bucky lifted his hips slightly to help, leaning back on his elbows, getting comfy. Bucky was rampant, his cock already leaking. Daniil bent forwards to take it in hand and lick up the shaft. He moaned softly as he enveloped the head, sucking it down into his mouth. He was as skilled at this as he was at kissing. He sucked at Bucky’s dick as if his life depended on it. Eyes closed, hands moving up and down the shaft, rotating and gripping, moaning deliciously, wetly.

Bucky grasped the back of his head and thrust into him. He could feel his orgasm building. Daniil massaged his balls as he continued to suck, trying to suppress his gag reflex and force Bucky’s thick cock deeper in. But Bucky was huge, more than he was used to, and he gagged, the noise of it tipping Bucky over the edge, so that he was cumming, groaning, clenching his muscles and erupting in short bursts right down Daniil’s throat.

They both flopped back onto the floor. Daniil threw his arm over Bucky’s abs, resting his cheek on his chest. “Heavens,” he grated, his voice husky. “You’re phenomenal.”

Bucky just grunted.

Daniil raised his head and gazed admiringly at Bucky’s profile. “Turn over,” he said.

Bucky turned to look at him, raised an eyebrow.

Daniil grinned and pushed at him, rolling him onto his side. Bucky let him. Dani stroked his hands over Bucky’s sides and bum. Bucky heard him reaching for his own trousers. He settled himself. 

“Are you ready for me?” whispered Daniil, throat still husky, hitching up closer.

“Uh-huh,” affirmed Bucky, sliding one leg forwards.

Daniil stroked his own dick a couple of times before sliding it along Bucky’s crack. Bucky pushed back. Dani gently inserted the head, expecting resistance, feeling less than he thought. “Ach môj bože,” “Oh my God,” he whispered, sliding further in, pulling out, rocking back in. In a few strokes, he was balls deep and Bucky was moaning low, almost inaudibly, as Dani thrust slowly into him.

“This man is a sweetheart,” thought Daniil, “I have died and gone to heaven. He feels so tight and hot and… and… oh… oh… Ach môj bože…” And Dani was jerking into him, stuttering out his climax, gripping Bucky’s hips as he rode out the waves of it.

He pulled out and flopped backwards. Bucky flipped over to face him. “You okay, Doll?” he asked.

Daniil could only nod happily. 

Bucky grinned and put his hand on Dani’s tummy. That familiar line of belly hair peeking out from under his rumpled shirt and waistcoat, and those freckles, were doing things to his groin and he was hard again and needy. He bent to kiss and lick Daniil’s stomach, moving down to graze his cock, nibble at the shaft, nuzzle at his balls.

“Ach,” murmured Dani, putting his hand on the top of Bucky’s head. “Not just yet, my darling.”

Bucky’s stomach flipped. He stopped and lifted his head. Holy cow. When he says ‘my darling’, just like Hel…

Dani raised himself up on one elbow. “But, I’d really like you to fuck me over that couch.” He pointed, still a bit breathless. “So I can watch Lucrezia’s blood congealing as you make me ejaculate all over her chaise.” He grinned wickedly.

“That I can do,” said Bucky, rising effortlessly, lifting Daniil to his feet and bending him over the back of the very expensive gold jacquard chaise longue. Daniil’s bum was just as soft and downy as Hel’s. Irresistible.

*

A short time later, Bucky and Daniil were sitting side by side on the floor by the couch they had just covered in Daniil’s creamy white jizz. They were still half dressed, dreamy, sated and Dani was using a fancy ornamental fire poker to draw little patterns in Lucrezia’s blood.

“How long do you think we have until they discover the bodyguards?” he mused, drawing a little heart in the blood.

Bucky grunted. “A bit longer, but we’d better get going all the same,” he said, standing and pulling up his trousers.

“Of course,” said Daniil, throwing the poker at Lucrezia’s head, before getting up and redressing himself, rolling down his sleeves, smoothing down his waistcoat. He retrieved his jacket and held it out to Bucky, who opened it up for Dani to slip his arms into. Dani turned his upper body to give Bucky a little kiss on the cheek. Smiling.

“Ach, wait,” said Daniil. “There is a divine rose gold taffeta dress with a satin bodice that I tried on yesterday. I have to take it with me. It’s just next door. Could I?”

“Sure Doll, just get a wiggle on.”

Dani returned with 3 garment bags and a bulge in his inside jacket pocket.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “That’s 1 dress, huh?”

“Well,” Dani said, sheepishly, “I couldn’t leave without my tux.” He patted one of the bags, “and this exquisite silver and white opera gown of Lucrezia’s. The woman did have impeccable taste. But, it’s so tight on me, it’s indecent. I can hardly walk. I feel like I’m in bondage.” He grinned over at Bucky, who couldn’t help but grin back, images forming in his mind. He coughed.

“On that subject,” continued Dani, “I have an idea for how we can get to my car outside.” He reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out an adult sized spiked dog collar on a long heavy chain. Jingle. Jingle.

Bucky growled low in his throat. “You want me to wear that?”

“Oh yes.” Dani sidled up to him and gently put the collar around his neck. He was so close. Eyes wide. Mouth half open. Dani patted the collar, fussing over its positioning. “You look… mmmmm… it suits you.”

Bucky smelled his arousal.

“Who’s a good boy?” Dani quipped, reaching down to unfasten Bucky’s trousers.

“Again?”

“We’ve got time for a quickie, haven’t we?” Dani grinned, bending to push Bucky’s trousers down over his knees. He kissed up his thigh as he stood, then began to unbuckle his own trousers, the chain jangling in his hands as he did so.

Bucky nodded, already salivating.

“Then… Down boy!” commanded Dani mock-imperiously, pointing at the floor.

“Woof,” said Bucky, in a slow deep voice, before turning and dropping on all fours.

“Good boy,” said Dani, yanking on the chain and moving into place behind him.

*

Back to the present:

Zemo called a family meeting in the library. He had set up a flip chart, and arranged the chairs in a half circle around it. There was a side table with snacks and drinks.

Everyone sat hesitantly on the chairs, looking at each other, shrugging.

Zemo stood by the flip chart, the epitome of cool, radiating Professor energy.

“Thank you for coming,” he said, in his soft accented voice. 

Jamie nudged Muzzy and sniggered. “I haven’t cum yet,” he whispered. Bucky snorted.

Zemo suppressed a smile, and continued “I feel that now we are 6, it is increasingly important to keep connected and ensure everyone feels included.”

He made eye contact with everyone in turn, smiling slightly, encouragingly, confidently.

“I propose a trial rotation. Just to see if it works out.”

Everyone nodded along, waiting.

“It doesn’t matter what else we do, but every weekday between breakfast and lunch, we spend the morning with a different partner - to connect and have a bit of personal time.” 

He looked around the room, then continued. “We’ll meet up afterwards and all have lunch together, then move on to various afternoon activities - combat training, horse riding, tennis, etc., before the evening entertainment - concerts, clubs, games night… whatever takes our fancy.”

He paused. “We don’t have to have sex with them every time.” He looked pointedly at the Cats.

“What?” said Jamie.

“Why not?” said Muzzy

“Isn’t that the point?” said Jamie. They exchanged puzzled glances.

“No, Sweetie, not for us, but maybe for you. Nothing is forbidden.”

“Phew,” said Jamie

“We’re gonna have sex. Every time,” said Muzzy, looking around the group.

“Yip.” 

Me too, thought Zemo… and Bucky… and Seb… and Dani.

Zemo coughed, and flipped over the front page of the flip chart to reveal a neatly drawn table with the days of the week across the top, and sets of their names underneath. The weekend was left blank. “So, I’ve made up this trial rota. Take a look, see what you think. Please tell me any of your ideas. If everyone agrees, we’ll start tomorrow.”

It went something like this:

Monday:

Seb and Dani

Jamie and Muzzy

Bucky and Zemo

Tuesday:

Dani & Bucky

Muzzy & Seb

Jamie & Zemo

Wednesday:

Muzzy with Dani

Bucky + Muzzy

Jamie + Seb

Dani + Zemo

“Oooh. Ooooh. Mo. Mo,” said Jamie, excitedly. “Can we have Threesome Thursdays?”

“Of course, darling, if everyone agrees.” He looked around the group. It seemed everybody did.

“Hmmmm,” Zemo mused, turning back to the flip chart. “I will have to adjust the rota….”

*

Later that week: