Bucky Clone-ish

Part 1

That evening, Zemo invited everyone to a dance in the ballroom. 

He had set up an old fashioned turntable there with vinyl records, arranged to play multiple tracks, one after the other. There was an eclectic mix, from 1940s dance tunes right up to the present day. He had put out chairs, tables and some low couches around the far walls, kept the lighting there dim in case of flirty assignations. There was a serve-yourself bar for champagne, cocktails, light drinks and nibbles.

He asked everyone to dress formally and meet up at 8pm.

Some of them had spent all day getting ready. Others, not so much. Even so, they were all dressed up to the nines.

Zemo was in his room, standing in front of his full length mirror, adjusting his black bow tie. He had opted for a classic elegant black tuxedo, white shirt, diamond and onyx cuff links. He was clean shaven, hair impeccably groomed, as always.

Bucky wandered in wearing a midnight blue tux, white shirt, azure cummerbund. Also freshly shaven and smelling wonderfully of a cologne that Zemo had bought him unexpectedly one Tuesday. Not for his birthday or anything, but just because Zemo had seen it, and thought Bucky might like it, which he did.

“Hel, love, help me with this infernal thing,” he asked plaintively, holding out his bow tie.

Zemo turned to him and smiled slowly. “Oh my darling, you look exquisite. That colour really brings out your eyes. Come here to me.”

Bucky blushed. He still loved hearing Zemo compliment him, impossible though it was to believe. He complimented everyone. He wandered over and Zemo turned him so that he faced the mirror. Zemo stood behind him and ran his hands up Bucky’s arms to his shoulders. He reached around and proceeded to expertly tie Bucky’s bow tie for him, slowly, so that Bucky could watch along.

“There, dear heart. Perfection.” He brushed imaginary fluff from Bucky’s back, and looked at him appraisingly. “Would you like to try it yourself,” he added, reaching around him again for the bow tie.

Bucky laughed and shrugged his hand away. “Not on your life,” he said, grinning. He turned and kissed Zemo on the cheek, whispering “Thanks, Hel.”

“Don’t mention it,” Zemo whispered back huskily.

“Are you ready?” asked Bucky.

“I am,” said Zemo.

Bucky held out his arm, and Zemo threaded his through it. “Let’s go,” said Bucky.

They moved out into the hallway to find BuckyCat coming out of his room. He was wearing a completely pink ensemble: tux, shirt, shoes - all in matching hot fuchsia. He’d tied some of his hair back in a high ponytail that accentuated his cheekbones, leaving the rest to fall fetchingly down the back of his neck. 

He faced them, flicked his ears, grinned, and posed. “What do you think?” he asked, arms out, tail swishing.

“Oh my,” said Zemo. “How wonderful you look!” He walked up to him, bringing Bucky along, and kissed him on the cheek. BuckyCat preened. Zemo threaded his free arm through BuckyCat’s arm, and lead them all to the top of the staircase.

ZemoCat was walking down the other corridor towards them, Sebastián just behind him.

Zemo stopped to admire their outfits. 

ZemoCat moved up to kiss Bucky on the cheek, and take his arm. Bucky said “You look great, Muzz. Nice choice.” ZemoCat preened, rotating his ears in a full circle. He was wearing a purple heather tartan kilt, complete with sporran. His jacket was dark purple, with a matching 5 buttoned waistcoat, white shirt and purple bow tie. He even had tartan garter flashes on the top of his socks and a sgian dubh knife down his right shin.

“You both look divine,” said Zemo, smiling widely.

Sebastián sauntered up wearing a black on black velvet tux, one hand in his pocket, the other flashing an extravagant gold signet ring. Hair centre parted and tucked behind his ears, beard freshly oiled. He was wearing stunning diamond earrings.

“Where’s Daniil?” asked Zemo.

“Down here,” came his familiar voice. “I thought you said 8. I’ve been waiting for ages.”

Daniil was standing at the bottom of the staircase, a half empty champagne flute in his hand. He was wearing an emerald green tux, with a green and gold jacquard waistcoat, complete with gold fob chain. His beard was cut close, hair parted on the side and left long and wavy, jade earrings matching the jade tie pin in his cravat.

“You scrub up well,” said Seb, as they all made their way down the stairs.

Dani saluted him with his glass. “As do you.”

“You all look magnificent,” said Zemo, reaching the bottom of the staircase, and kissing Dani on the cheek. “I hope there is some of that champagne left.” He smirked and winked.

“Ach, plenty,” said Dani, draining his glass.

*

Several hours later, Zemo concluded that it had been a very successful night. Everyone had danced with everyone else; everyone had made out with everyone else. Yes, very successful indeed. 

He was now slightly tipsy and dancing a slow sleepy last dance with his James. Dani had taken Seb upstairs about half an hour ago, and over in the shadows on a low couch by the far wall, Jamie had his head under Muzzy’s kilt. Muzzy had his arms stretched out on the back of the couch, his head thrown back, mouth half open, Jamie on the floor between his legs, both of them making delicious mrrowling noises. Zemo closed his eyes for a second as he swayed along with James, breathing in the wonderful combination of James’ cologne mixed with James’ own musky scent.

James himself was in heaven. He couldn’t get drunk, of course, but he had drunk a lot. He’d tried every cocktail, and enjoyed watching Zemo get tipsy. Zemo was adorable like this - flushed and demonstrative. He held him close as they danced. The music was perfect. Over in the shadows, he heard Jamie pull Muzzy to his feet and drag him off to his room.

Time for bed, he thought. 

*

Seb was waiting on Dani’s bed. Dani was slipping into ‘something more comfortable’ in the en-suite. He emerged wearing anything but something more comfortable: he was a vision in a skin tight, figure hugging white and silver opera gown, low-cut and off-the shoulder. The skirts fell to the floor in a waterfall of pristine white silk. The silver bodice was shimmering shot-silk. He still wore his jade earrings. 

Seb’s mouth fell open. “Holy cow,” he managed.

“That is the right response,” said Dani, sashaying over to him, running his hands over his sides suggestively. “I thought I wanted to keep this dress, when I was still under the thrall of that bitch Lucrezia,” he spat on the floor, “but now I find it has lost its appeal.” He reached Seb and ran his hands through Seb’s luxurious beard. Seb was gazing up at him, all ears.

“Darling,” continued Dani. “Will you rip it off me, and then fuck me on the bed?”

Well, how could Seb refuse?

*

Part 2

The next day.

It was a lovely afternoon. They were all in perfect synchronicity today: slept late, had a late brunch and were now gathered in the lounge in front of a roaring fire with the heavenly smells of chicken and goose being roasted in the oven for supper coming from the kitchen and permeating the house.

Muzzy and Jamie were playing chess on the rug in front of the fire, on their bellies, legs bent, ankles crossed, intense concentration on their faces.

Bucky and Seb were playing a two-player variant of Settlers of Catan in the original German on the big table in front of the windows. Zemo and Dani were reading in comfy armchairs. There was coffee and nibbles for those who wanted it.

The golden sound of a blackbird was coming in from the garden: its song an undulating glissando of liquid sunlight. All was peaceful, all was calm.

Then Muzzy got checkmated by Jamie, and all hell broke loose.

Not really. Muzzy got up and had a chocolate biscuit, and brought one over for Jamie, who had reset the board so they could have another game.

*

Part 3

One weekend morning.

BuckyCat was in the garden looking at the clouds. He was lying on the grass, arms behind his head, his long legs crossed at the ankles, barefoot, chewing contemplatively on a sweet clover stem. The breeze was bringing him all the scents of the flowers and the household. He flicked his ears lazily, listening to the small sounds around him, and the fainter sounds from inside the house.

He tracked everyone’s movements in his head. Muzzy was with Daniil in the music room. Zemo was working in the study. Bucky and Sebastián were honing their knife fighting skills in the gym.

He daydreamed about Zemo. He was feeling very lovey-dovey.

He got up and wandered into the house, collecting a fur throw and a big floor cushion, and went to find Zemo. He padded up to the study. He could smell him more strongly here. His heart lifted. He was wearing that cologne he loved so much. 

The door was slightly ajar. He peeked through, just to gaze at Zemo for a little before entering. He was intoxicating. That look of intense concentration on his face as he worked made Jamie’s heart flip. He was more beautiful than any human had a right to be. And he was his. All his. He couldn’t stop the purr, even if he wanted to.

“Hello, my darling.” Zemo looked up and smiled, slightly distracted. “Is there something you need?”

Jamie shook his head, shyly.

“Are you quite sure, dear heart?” Zemo sat back, now fully focused on BuckyCat.

Jamie stepped into the room. “I’m okay. I just wanted to be with you. Please carry on.”

“What have you got there, best beloved?”

“Just some stuff.”

Jamie slid under the desk and made a little nest with the fur throw and cushion. Zemo peered at him under the table. “If you are quite happy, my love, just give me half an hour or so, and then we can play.”

“Uh-huh,” murmured Jamie, fussing over the positioning of the cushion.

Zemo smiled, moved his feet out of the way to give BuckyCat more room, and went back to working on the computer.

Half an hour. How long was that? He didn’t have a watch on, or his phone with him. He could hear the grandfather clock ticking in the hallway, so he lay back on the cushion and tried counting, but he soon got bored. He squirmed his back against the soft fur throw, put his feet up on the underside of the desk, and listened to Zemo breathing and tapping on the computer. He put his hands up behind his head, waiting for the tapping to stop. 

It stopped! Yay! BuckyCat turned on his side… but it started up again before he could move. Oh. BuckyCat squirmed into a new position. He turned himself around under the table, bringing the cushion over to this side and hugging it. He closed his eyes. No good. He wasn’t sleepy. He looked at Zemo’s legs and feet. Sniffed him.

Zemo had little tassels on the front of his loafers. BuckyCat couldn’t resist playing with them, before moving his hand to caress Zemo’s slender bare ankle. He didn’t notice that the tapping had stopped.

He squeezed up between Zemo’s legs to emerge between his stomach and the writing desk.

Climbed up onto his lap. Purring. Rubbing his head against his chin. Nibbling along his jawline. Kissing along his earlobe. He was fascinated by Zemo’s ears. They were so small and neat and lickable. Zemo squirmed a little.

“Hi,” Jamie murmured.

“Hi,” whispered Zemo. He moved away from the keyboard, put his arm around BuckyCat’s back, hugged him close.

Jamie purred softly, gazing deep into Zemo’s eyes, slipping his hand under Zemo’s shirt, scratching his chest lightly. Zemo caressed his cheek, gazing back at him, breathing in his outbreath.

“I am feeling very lovey, MoMo. Let’s have sex.”

“My darling, you couldn’t have timed it better,” whispered Zemo in that husky accented voice that Jamie loved so much. He moved his hand to the back of Jamie’s neck, leaned in to kiss him, his tongue swirling possessively in Jamie’s mouth. He finished the kiss languidly, pulled away slightly. Jamie’s eyes were wide and dark. Zemo could see himself reflected in the huge pupils. He scritched the back of Jamie’s head lovingly. “I’m all yours.”

Jamie smiled shyly, slipped off his lap, and pulled him under the table with him. Zemo smirked and allowed himself to be manoeuvred.

Under the desk, in Jamie’s little love nest, BuckyCat flicked out his talons and deftly shredded his own clothes, grinning wickedly at Zemo as he revealed more of his skin. Zemo smiled back, sat cross-legged and watched the little scratches heal on Jamie’s chest. He admired Jamie’s already rampant cock. He was so lucky that BuckyCat was so well-endowed. He crooked a finger at him.

“Divest me, my love,” he whispered, his voice low and compelling, before leaning back on his hands.

Jamie moved forwards and ripped apart Zemo’s expensive silk shirt, lightly scratching his chest. Zemo looked up at him owlishly.

“More,” he said.

Jamie scratched down his chest to his belt, leaving light trails of blood. Zemo breathed in, eyes half closed, head thrown back. BuckyCat sniffed his cheek, licked the side of his neck, nipped his earlobe.

“Mmmm, yes,” whispered Zemo, stretching out his legs.

BuckyCat ripped off Zemo’s remaining clothing, throwing it all out into the middle of the room. A naked, bloodied Zemo watched him with lidded eyes. Jamie was so gorgeous. Zemo admired the way his muscles bunched and moved beneath his smooth skin, adored the way his ears flicked, marvelled at his expressive tail, obsessed over his fantastic claws. Loved the way his eyes reflected the light, and how his teeth were so sharp. His cock filled out as Jamie returned, and pushed him flat on his back.

BuckyCat straddled him, bent forwards because of the underside of the desk. His face was close to Zemo’s. He purred and gazed into his eyes as he lowered himself possessively onto Zemo’s dick. His eyes fluttered closed and he sighed, clenching around him. He sat on him for a long moment, just feeling Zemo inside him, rocking back and forth almost imperceptibly.

“Mo,” he said then, moving up and down Zemo’s cock slowly, slightly, hardly moving up at all. “My Mo.”

Zemo put his hands on BuckyCat’s hips. “My Jamie,” he whispered, slowly thrusting up with him.

BuckyCat smiled, mouth half open to show his sharp, white teeth, and started moving faster. But then he stopped. “Wait,” he said, and he gripped Zemo’s shoulders and flipped them both over, so that he was on his back, with Zemo above him.

They adjusted to the new positioning and Zemo settled himself into BuckyCat. Jamie wrapped his arms around Zemo’s waist, hugging him close, nuzzling into his neck, gripping him internally. “Mo,” he whispered again.

“My love,” said Zemo, waiting.

Jamie scratched down Zemo’s back, feeling Zemo’s cock twitch and jump inside him as he did so. Zemo hitched closer. Jamie didn’t want this feeling to end: Zemo filling him, his arms around him, his nose filled with his scent.

Then Jamie started to move, tiny little circling motions with his hips, bringing his hands back up to Zemo’s shoulders, pulling him down closer to his chest.

And Zemo was rocking into him and BuckyCat could feel his orgasm building. But it was too soon. He didn’t want it to end yet. 

“Slow, please Mo. Slower. I don’t want to cum yet.”

Zemo hummed, and slowed.

Time dilated. Zemo slowed right down, softly pushing into BuckyCat, like the tide to the sea, gently grazing past his prostate, stimulating him, skilfully allowing Jamie’s orgasm to drift, then grow, then spill over like a cup overflowing.

And BuckyCat was clenching around Zemo’s wicked cock, his talons flicking out involuntarily, gripping Zemo’s back, clawing deep, drawing blood. “Mo… oh…oh.”

“Aaaah, my Jamie.”

The pain from Jamie’s talons in his flesh was exquisite. Zemo could feel his own orgasm building. He suppressed it with a sense of delight as he felt BuckyCat shift under him.

Then BuckyCat was pushing out fat pulses of thick catcum, slowly squeezing them out between their bodies. Pushing his talons in even deeper as he crescendoed.

“Oh, Mo. Mo.”

“My Jamie.”

Only then did Zemo allow his own release, fighting to keep himself still as he spurted his semen deep into Jamie. His Jamie. His first. His beloved.

***