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Billy's hands rose instinctively to cast a spell, and he cursed under his breath, pulling the Doom-bot's cloak down over his eye instead and ducking past him. It didn't give him much time, but it was enough to get a head start. And really, he didn't need to get far, he just had to hook back up with Bucky. And get the hell out of the castle, but one step at a time.

He ran out and nearly toppled right over a banister, hearing a commotion below that he hoped was Bucky, because his Doom-bot was right behind him, and Billy didn't have much time to think before throwing himself over the banister.

"Little help?!?" he called as he fell, praying the super soldier's hands weren't too full to stop him hitting the ground. God, he wished he could fly right now.

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He laughed softly, ducking his head and pressing his lips together. Billy drew in a slow breath to calm himself after feeling that steady weight at his hip, imagination conjuring up all sort of filthy ideas.

"...I'm ready."

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How did Billy keep hitting all of Bucky's buttons? That soft laugh, the shyness in his posture, he wanted it all. He couldn't resist squeezing Billy's hip fondly, before that hand joined the other at the nape of his neck.

"Just relax," he murmured, "I got you." Billy would feel the kiss of steel against skin, but that's all it was: no cuts, no blood, just fabric parting for the keen edge of the blade as Bucky slowly started to make his way from neck to mid back.

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God. God. God.

Billy cursed mentally, breath catching as a shiver ran through him, the hair at the back of his neck standing on end. He wanted to lean back into that touch, to feel those hands over every inch of him...

"Bucky-" It escaped his lips before he was even aware, and he bit down on his lower lip to silence himself.

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"Billy—" he answered naturally, as if this was something they did, something they were. Hands paused midway down Billy's back, Bucky forcibly telling himself to still — especially with a blade so close to Billy's skin. He looked at his companion, finally really looked: flushed skin, teeth in his own lip, the way he shivered. The heat coming off of him, even after being outside. Bucky would bet that his eyes were blown wide as well.

When had this become anything more than Bucky's most secret dream?

"Don't—" he started, tongue darting out to wet suddenly dry lips. "Don't stop. Let me hear you." Let him hear Billy sigh as Bucky glided a knife between skin and fabric. Let him hear as Bucky shifted closer, not wanting to miss a single thing.

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His breath hiccupped, and Billy couldn't help himself, glancing back as though he needed to be sure Bucky had really said those words. His eyes were indeed blown out, lips parted and breath quick, and he gave a shy smile before looking away again.

"Bucky, I-" he tried, words faltering, unsure how to confess his feelings and feeling stupid for his shyness considering the state they were in.

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"...you're beautiful," he finished when Billy trailed off, hands falling away from his back to grip his hips again. He used the grip to pull Billy closer until there was no space between them, until Bucky's front pressed against Billy's back.

"I've always thought you were beautiful," he murmured, because saying it any louder didn't feel right. "But right now, seeing you like this, I can't look away. I don't want to look away."

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"...this is real, right? This isn't some Doom trick?" Billy murmured in turn, feeling the solid and sure mass of Bucky behind him and looking up and back over his shoulder to be sure.

"I thought you wouldn't feel the same-"

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"It's real," he replied, leaning his forehead against Billy's temple when he turned. "I promise it's real." So real and so much an actual reality right now that he could hardly believe it. So real that he needed Billy to know it.

He raised a hand to Billy's cheek, holding him right there so Bucky could kiss him. Slow and unhurried, but with a little nip right at the end — like the kiss of the knife, a threat of something dangerous. The adrenalin of their escape still ran through him and being this close to Billy, literally cutting him out of his clothes, made Bucky's blood sing for more. "You tell me: does that feel real?"

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Billy smiled, looking into Bucky's eyes with an intimacy he'd never felt between them, and he felt his breath fall away as suddenly those lips were on him.

He'd imagined this hundreds of times, but nothing could compare to the reality of it. There was a moment of hesitation on Billy's end- unsure- before he responded, a soft sound on his lips as the kiss was over far too soon for his liking.

"...very real-" he replied numbly, bashful and grinning like an idiot. "Can we do that again?"

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He very nearly stopped with that hesitation; something like relief washed over him when Billy started to respond to the kiss. He'd worried that he'd read it wrong, but as long as Billy seemed to want this, Bucky had no problems giving it to him.

Instead of replying Bucky complied, capturing Billy's lips for another kiss — harsher this time, with more hunger. He wanted so much; part of him still didn't believe that he could actually have this with Billy. That part had his grip tightening, pulling Billy closer and probably bent a little awkwardly so that Bucky could all but devour his mouth. He couldn't put into words how much he wanted, but maybe Billy would taste it in the press of lips and play of tongues.

"I want you," he breathed when they finally broke apart. "Don't ever doubt how much I want you."

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"Mm-" Billy whined into the kiss, more than happy to surrender to Bucky, responding just as eagerly. He bent only as much as Bucky pulled him, knowing there was still a knife in play somewhere, but wholly trusting Bucky not to place him in danger.

He was all but panting by the time they broke apart, a breathless laugh on his lips. "...Wow. That was- ...wow."

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No danger here. The thrill of it maybe, if Billy was agreeable, but nothing that would actually harm him, especially without his magic at his disposal. Bucky took as much as Billy surrendered, nipping at his lips, exploring every inch of his mouth with his tongue.

Eventually he let Billy stand up straight again, pulling him close enough for his ass to be snug against Bucky's pelvis. He hooked his chin over Billy's shoulder, looking down the line of his body while teasing the fabric over Billy's hip bones with the point of his knife.

"Do you have any idea what it does to me, seeing you like this? Knowing that you trust me to touch you like this?"

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Billy breathed heavily, wetting his lips as he watched the knife toy over him. He swallowed thickly, still surprised by how much it seemed to affect him, and he breathed a small laugh, "I might have a bit of an idea," he answered cheekily, "Fuck-"

There was so much they should be concerning themselves with, but how was Billy supposed to think of anything else right now? They had a sizable head start. The storm was hiding them. Why shouldn't they enjoy themselves for a bit?

"I'd trust you with anything, Bucky," Billy swore.

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Well if Doom did manage to track them down he'd have to be damn stupid to interrupt them like this.

But Doom was far from Bucky's mind, too focused on Billy right now. He turned just enough to kiss Billy's cheek, then angled the tip of the knife into the fabric. It took concentration to catch the threads without cutting skin but Billy would no doubt feel how aroused it made Bucky. Inch by inch he worked from one hip to the other; inch by inch a sliver of skin was revealed where fabric parted.

"I want to peel you out of this," he murmured. "Then I want to put my mouth all over you. Every inch, I want to taste you."

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Billy hardly dared to breath, watching intently, closing his eyes to breath out a shuddering sigh at Bucky's words and pressing his lips together tightly.

"Fuck, do you have any idea how hot that is? Where do you learn to talk like that?" He was sure he couldn't possibly match that sure and confident tone, let alone find the words.

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"Just bein' honest," he murmured, nipping at Billy's earlobe to punctuate the sentence. "I mean, look at you." Bucky held the knife flat against the strip of skin he'd bared, dark metal against pale skin. "Just fuck, you know what I can do with this and you're lettin' me close anyway. How can I not want you?"

Of course, it wasn't just about the knife. Or the night. Bucky's want for Billy wasn't new at all, for all that he'd never acted on it before now. But holding Billy during their escape from the fortress, then later in their flight through the woods, and helping him out of his clothes now, wore Bucky's resistance down to the point of nonexistence. Billy's little sighs, the way he leaned into Bucky, the trust; he couldn't hold back. "Want so much with you."

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"Heh," Billy flushed reflexively, a dismissive laugh, but it was hard not to feel desirable when he could feel the way Bucky was looking at him.

"I'd trust you with anything, you know that," he murmured, wondering if he always been the sort of person who'd could be turned on by the thrill of the knife, or it was just because it was Bucky.

"You can have anything you want," he swore, leaning back to try and steal another kiss for himself.

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"I know." And such a thrill it was too! Bucky shifted his grip to start cutting up towards Billy's chest; the fabric had more give due to having the back already cut open and he didn't need to keep the knife as close to Billy's skin. Instead he gripped Billy's hip with his left hand and ground his own hips against Billy's ass. The friction felt perfect.

"Just want you," he answered, pressing the words to Billy's lips, then granting him that kiss. Slow and as filthy as he could make it, anything he could do to ramp the want in Billy higher. "Want to feel your body next to mine. Want to feel you wrapped around me, want to make you come all night."

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Though he'd never experienced it himself, hearing Bucky speak like that he was fairly certain he could make him come without even needing to lay a finger on him if he continued to speak like that, heat spreading through his face and down into his belly.

"Fuck-"

He couldn't turn while the knife was still in play, so he reach back instead blindly palm him.

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"We'll do that too," he murmured, tipping Billy's chin up so that he could slice all the way through the neckline of Billy's outfit without nicking his skin. Eagerly he rocked into Billy's questing hand, encouraging more touch; even heavy tactical pants couldn't hide his arousal and were quickly becoming confining.

"Wasn't kiddin' about all night—" he kissed Billy's cheek and flicked the fabric at his front open along the lines he'd cut, baring the toned lines of chest and abs. "Tryin' to decide if I should bring you there fast and hard to take the edge off, then take my time enjoying every inch of you... or just edge you along all night until you forget your own name." Realistically speaking they'd probably do more sleeping after the frantic rescue, than sleeping with each other, but it still made for an attractive goal. And with the blizzard predicted to last the better part of the next few days, they wouldn't be leaving any time soon; they had plenty of time to explore and enjoy each other.

He flipped the knife over in his grip, teasing a nipple with the flat edge before angling the blade down, catching the fabric just to the side of Billy's cock. "Beautiful."

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Billy moved easily with Bucky's guidance, lifting his chin and holding still, though his throat bobbed thickly. He felt half drunk with lust, and the pictures Bucky was painting were painfully tantalizing. He released a hot breath, bashful and eager, not sure which of the scenarios was more appealing. He wanted all of it. All of him.

And he struggled to find the words to voice that want, though the intent was clear enough with a low whine of "Please-" breath hitching at that tease, knife turning so deftly.in those skilled hands.

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Bucky answered that needy whine with a nip to Billy's throat, and followed that with a line of kisses down to his shoulder. He tried to slow down, really wanted to savor the moment, but he'd also been holding his own feelings inside for so long that he didn't think he could hold back any more.

"Promise I'll take care of you," he murmured, slicing the bottom half of Billy's outfit open. He moved slowly, partly to tease but mostly because he had a very sharp knife next to a very sensitive body part, cutting a line parallel to Billy's cock and encouraging it to spring free of the fabric. The sight alone drove Bucky's want higher.

"Billy..." he breathed. "C'mon, c'mere, here, right here—" Here being the closest wall, the one right outside the little bathroom where Billy could lean and Bucky could drop to his knees, licking his lips before he even got his mouth on his partner.

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Time seemed to slow down, and yet this was all happening so fast. Billy tried to commit the image to memory, knowing he'd think back on this moment for the rest of his life.

He drew in a breath as his cock sprang free, nodding and moving before he was even real aware of what was happening. Bucky could have walked him off a cliff right now and Billy would go with a dumb smile.

"Here?"

And then Bucky was on his knees and Billy blinked down at him in awe, fingers lightly pushing his hair back before his breath was stolen with a silent gasp.

"...god- Bucky- fff-" he cursed

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"Billy..." Bucky pressed closer, nuzzling Billy's hip, breathing hard already. Fingers pushed at fabric, eager to peel it away from Billy's cock. Bucky's tongue darted out a moment later, flicking against the head.

"Tell me if you need to stop—" Honestly the fact that he got all the words out deserved praise, considering how eager he felt. Bucky curled the fingers of his right hand around the base of Billy's cock, holding it steady for him to lick a hot stripe up the length. That was all the tease he could manage before his patience wore out and he took Billy into his mouth, licking and sucking to learn his shape and taste.

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"I w-aah- I will-" Billy managed to promise, lips parted as he gulped down air, looking down at him in awe. His fingers briefly tightened in Bucky's hair at the initial shock of pleasure, though they quickly loosened again, a few apologetic strokes attempting to make amends.

His hips gave a slow roll, fighting with himself not to jerk forward, grateful for the support of the wall, and Bucky's quick thinking. "Y-you look- hh- you look amazing-"