It had been far too long since either of them had felt this free. Nat may have left the Red Room long ago, Bucky had only just put his most recent troubles behind him.
Used by AIM as a weapon, manipulated by the same brainwashing that had been implanted in him by the Soviets so many years ago, exploited and abused and made to forget again, Bucky’s life was his again. There were still gaps but they were coming back. Natasha was determined to help him. They had a shared history, both before and after. Before, what they shared felt forbidden. Those who controlled them both fought hard to keep them apart.
But that was then, and this is now. Now there was nothing stopping them from entertaining the idea of what could be. Yet something continued to hold them back. Most likely fear. Fear that once they crossed that unspoken threshold, there would be no going back. Bucky didn’t want to risk hurting either of them. Neither did Natasha.
Yet they were free, both of them. The mental conditioning was gone, for good. The Winter Soldier Program was shut down. There was nothing keeping them apart except each other.
Which is why Natasha was waiting to him when he slipped into the Hanger of the Helicarrier, onto the gang walk she knew he snuck off to when he wanted to be alone. It had a small window that let him look out over the horizon, into the clouds and the night sky. It was quiet here, and secluded. Nobody was supposed to know about it. Yet Bucky wasn’t surprised when he found Nat here.
He joined her at the window. Their eyes weren’t on the horizon. They were on each other. The tension was there, as it always was. But this time Nat was determined not to let it fester any longer. She reached out and touched his arm, gazing into his stone face. She didn’t need to speak to say what she was thinking. What she was feeling. He could read her body language just like she could read his. They trained together once, long ago. They had been friends, lovers, colleagues, avengers…they were a lot of things to each other.
Bucky hesitated for a moment, and Nat feared he was about to pull away again. But this time he shared the same resolve. He didn’t want to keep living in fear. He’d got his life back. It was time to live it. He reached out and brushed a strand of red hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she stepped forward, tilting her head up as he leaned in.
Their lips finally met and everything inside them came alive.
They felt like they were back on the training field again, only this time they weren’t grappling for control. Or maybe they were, their tongues wrestling for dominance as they shared a powerful kiss. Now that their lips were locked together neither wanted to let go. Their arms wrapped aorund each other and they pressed their bodies together, passion and desire fueled their kiss.
Natasha gasped as Bucky’s hands explored her. One felt as cold as steel while the other felt as warm as flesh. She weaved her fingers through his thick mane of hair and tugged on it, pulling him closer. Her back pressed against the window, leaving her pinned against him, trapped in his arms. She allowed it. She liked being trapped by him, held by him. Her leg brushed up his, mimicking actions of seduction she had been trained to perform in the Red Room. Only this time the feelings behind them were real.
Bucky could feel the lust pouring off the Black Widow as they kissed. It mirrored his as he run his hand down her back. His metal arm caressed her leg. He couldn’t feel her the same way with that arm, so he switched and focused on his other. His hand followed the curve of her hips and she sighed. Her mouth opened and gave his tongue an opening to invade. She was letting herself become vulnerable. His training taught him to exploit all vulnerabilities. This wasn’t training, or a mission however. This was real. Their feelings were real. He gave into them, exploring the freedom she had helped him earn. The freedom to be with her. To be himself.
Natasha’s hand reached towards her chest, but Bucky caught her wrist. Their kiss broke for a moment as Nat’s eyes opened, looking at him in confusion. His gaze drifted down to the costume she was wearing, her tight uniform that covered her from neck to toe. He knew what she was about to do, read it in her posture, sensed her intention in her breathing. He couldn’t allow her to do it, because he wanted to be the one to undress her.
She read his intentions in his face and lowered her hand, letting him slowly take hold of her and unzip her costume. It split open down the middle of her front, revealing her cleavage and then her stomach. Bucky’s eyes were glued to her as more of her skin was exposed. He discovered she wasn’t wearing underwear beneath her costume. She rarely did on the Helicarrier. She shivered as his eyes soaked in her pale skin, the zip stopping at her belt. His hands moved up to peel her uniform over her shoulders, revealing her busty chest for him to admire.
She bit her bottom lip. She had never looked so vulnerable and so sexy to him until this moment. He stared at her breasts tantalizingly, then lifted his gaze to look at her. She was so perfect. She took his hands and placed them on her boobs, giving him permission he was too afraid to ask for. His hands palmed her breasts and she gasped. He closed his eyes and savored this feeling of control. Of the Black Widow relinquishing control. He felt the trust she put in him. The love she had for him.
He spun her around and grabbed her from behind. Instinct told him to exploit any vulnerability. She put up no resistance as he groped her breasts with his palms. On the contrary, she leaned back against his chest and moaned. She wanted him, and he wanted her. He kissed her slender neck and squeezed her tighter, playing with her breasts enjoying how they felt in his palms. He kept his metal hand on her chest and reached down with his other hand, reaching between her legs. She moaned as he rubbed her, teasing her groin and what was hidden within. She tilted her head back and gazed at him longingly. He captured her lips and kissed her, longing for her too.
She didn’t give up all control. Her hand reached back and manipulated him just as efficiently. He felt her palm against his crotch, squeezing the growing package expanding inside his trousers. While he was toying with her vulnerable body, she was utilizing her own training and performing a little slight of hand. Before he knew it, his pants were unbuckled and her hand was inside his underwear, fondling his penis and balls. He grunted in pleasure, allowing her to play with them, sharing the trust she showed for him.
their kiss grew lusty, their body heat increasing. The window began to steam up from the passion.
Nat slipped out of his grasp and twirled back around gracefully, dropping into a crouch as she pulled his dick out of his trousers. Her hand wrapped around it gently and stroked him sensually, making him groan from each caress. She was an expert at getting men and women to do what she wanted, but tonight she wanted him to feel nothing but pleasure and freedom. She leant in and kissed his cock, lavishing it with her tongue keeping her eyes trained on him. She watched his expression shift as pleasure engulfed him, especially when her lips wrapped around his tip and began to suck it gently.
She felt her other stir from the arousal she was under and asked it to stay out of this. She wanted this to be for her and Bucky alone. Her symbiote understood and obeyed her wishes, restraining itself and sitting tonight out.
Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she sucked his cock. He had forgotten how skilled she was with her mouth, and her tongue. He groaned as she manipulated his dick before moving lower to do the same to his balls. Her fingers played them like a violin and he could feel them tightening with the urge to burst. How long had it been since he last had sex for himself? He needed this. “Natasha” he whispered.
Nat looked up and saw the pain of lust in his eyes. She released his balls and rubbed his cock with her thumb. “Whatever you need, I’m here for you” she said. She kissed the tip of his cock, opening her mouth offering to be his dumpster if he chose.
Bucky entertained the idea of plastering her face and breasts with his semen, but he didn’t want to make a mess of such a beautiful face. So he hooked his fingers through her red hair and guided her back onto his cock. She obediently suctioned her mouth around him as he ejaculated into her mouth and down her throat. She closed her eyes as she swallowed it all down, listening to him grunt and moan like it was music to her ears. He thrusted against the back of her throat, his balls hitting her chin, but she didn’t complain once. She’d been trained to resist gagging, trained to managed much rougher and much bigger than his. But to her, this cock felt perfect.
Once Bucky was spent, he relaxed his shoulders feeling like a weight had been lifted. He looked down as Natasha rolled back and slid her heavenly lips from his dick. She gulped down the last of his cum and licked her lips, smiling up at him. She looked so gorgeous, so perfect. Their eyes met as she rose back up to face him. Their hearts fluttered with lust.
Without a word, both of them began removing their clothes. Equipment was discarded and tossed aside, belts unhooked and shirts removed. Natasha peeled off her costume while Bucky climbed out of his jeans. Their eyes never left each others face, not until they were both nude whereupon they lowered their gaze to admire each other appreciatively. Natasha looked as perfect as a ballerina. Bucky had scars all alone his skin. Nat could tell the man felt a little shy about his scars, and the metal arm that ran up to his shoulder. She stepped forward and traced her fingers over his flesh, following every white line with her fingertips. She then ran them down his arm, feeling the cold metal in contrast to his warm flesh. In turn he brushed his callused hands over her toned flesh, her own share of scars dotted around her body. He leaned in and kissed a few on her shoulder. She kissed those on his chest. Their eyes met and they kissed each other, intimately and passionately, their bodies drawn together tightly. It didn’t matter how scarred they were, they felt perfect for one another.
“Take me” Natasha whispered, reaching up to nip his earlobe as she let out a sultry breath. She wanted him, all of him. The fire burned in her loins and only he could quench it. She rubbed his cock between her thighs, coaxing it back to lift, her intentions clear in her body language. He growled hungrily and lifted her off her feet, her arms looping around his thick neck as he lifted her knees with his hands. She stared into his eyes as he lowered her down onto his erection, the enhancements he’d been given eliminating his refractory period. She gasped as he stretched her tight walls, her body naturally mimicking a virgin entrance without actually being a virgin. It always pained her she couldn’t remember her first time, but she took this opportunity to pretend his man was about to take her virginity. “Fuck me, please” she begged.
Bucky was happy to make love to this woman, again and again for as long as he could remember. He thrust into her slowly, dragging out the moment so every thrust inside felt exquisite. Nat moaned as she rose and fell onto him, biting her bottom lip as she wrapped around him. It felt like they could fuck for hours, and hopefully they would. She leaned in and kissed him passionately, assaulting his mouth with her tongue while he buried himself deep inside her. She trembled as she came around him, clutching his thick hair tightly, urging him not to stop. He fucked her faster, plowing through her climax and into a second one. Her face looked so beautiful lost in escasty. He wanted to remember this image forever.
Eventually Bucky’s climax approached, and he instinctively knew Nat would want him to finish inside of her. She could never get pregnant, so they could never have children biologically. It felt like a shame, and he saw the look of disappointment cross her face when he spurted inside of her sterile womb. He let her rest on his cock, sheathed completely in her pussy, panting heavily as she caught her breath. She slumped against him and hugged him tighter, their lips moving on their own in a sensual kiss. He dropped her legs when he saw a faint tear roll down her cheek, brushing it away with his thumb. She rubbed her cheek into his palm and looked up at him, desire in her eyes and something else in her expression.
He pushed into a kiss that took her breath away and quickly turned her around. He knew that look she was giving him, because it was the same one he always gave her. He wanted to show her how much she meant to him, and could only think of one way to do that. He maneuvered her body and took control of it, lowering down as he spread her ass cheeks for him. She gasped as he dove between them and rimmed her anus with his tongue. He heard her release a sexy moan, anticipation what was coming. When she was nice and prepared he stood up and brought his hard cock with him. It was already slick with her juices so it was an easy matter to position it at her back opening and slide it inside.
She moaned as he penetrated her from behind, slumping forward until he caught her in his arms. He pulled her hips against him first, then he took her arms by the wrists and made her arch her back, bringing him against his chest. The. His hands came up and played her breasts, his breath in her ear as he whispered “I’m yours. Now and forever.”
Natasha melted at his words, and his touch as he manipulated her body like she was a toy. She wanted this, needed this, needed him. She reclined against his back and rocked her hips with his as he fucked her intimately from behind, his cock buried deep in her ass. She had done anal before, but this felt different. This was something more romantic, more alluring. It felt like a dance, not a conquest. His hands played with her breasts like they were musical instruments, fiddling with her nipples and massaging her mounds. She titled her head back to watch him, meet his eyes and his lips in a kiss that made her belly flutter with butterflies. Her hands caressed as much of him as she could, from his thighs to his hair.
His hand came up for her to lick and suck on. Once it was coated with saliva he brought it down and used his slick fingers to rub her clit. She moaned and almost came again, lifting a leg into his metal hand to open herself up for him. She hooked an arm around his shoulders and watched him slide two fingers into her cunt, fucking her front while his cock took her from behind. Her body felt like it had come alive, and it all belonged to the Winter Soldier. She locked him into a kiss and gave herself to his whims. She came and came and trembled in orgasm, milking his cock and fingers until he was satisfied with her. When he came inside her anus they both knew it wouldn’t be enough. They made steamy love into the evening until both were sated and satisfied.
***
A few hours later the pair were finally pulling their clothes back on. After all the noise they made in the hanger they were amazed nobody had come to investigate. Natasha zipped up her costume and turned back to Bucky solemnly. “How long can you stay?” She asked.
They both knew he wouldn’t move into the helicarrier. The brainwashing might be behind him, but AIM was still out there. Nat had responsibilities with the Avengers, but Bucky had his own demons to deal with. Their paths would cross, but there was no telling how long it would be until they did, or if they’d get another moment like this.
“A few days. Maybe less” he answered sadly, pulling on his shirt. Their eyes met and the disappointment was palpable in the air. “Nat, I…”
“Stay with me” she said, seizing her chance before she lost it again. “Until you have to go, stay with me.”
Bucky took her hand and let her guide him to her room, when she hoped to keep him until the very last moment. They may not get another chance to be together otherwise.
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