Rule Me Over [Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark]

Rule Me Over (#1)

Bucky swallows when he feels the familiar brush of Tony's fingers carefully fastening the restraints around his wrists. His ankles are already shackled to the chair. It's not the first time they've done this and Bucky's mind is already spinning. It'd all started rather innocently.

Well... Innocent enough.

Tony was the one who came up with the idea. His theory had been simple enough. Overrule Bucky's trigger sequence with a new one through hypnosis to make sure no one could turn him into a murderous assassin again. It was nearly impossible to take away the old trigger, however, that specific sequence was long and difficult, if they managed to implement a shorter trigger... They would be able to cut short any attempts of people trying to use him again. Bucky hadn't known what to expect from their sessions. Hypnosis? Was that even a real thing? Would it work? The first session hadn't exactly gone according to plan. Tony figured he should push Bucky to the very breaking-point, overloading his brain in the hopes of gaining a quick breakthrough. He remembered what happened vividly.

" желаниe... pжавый... печь... рассвет... семнадцать- " Bucky'd been growling, trying to hold himself together while his entire body prepared for its fight-mode. His heart pumping strong and fast, the clear process of adrenaline settling under his skin enough of a sign for Tony to revive the hologram. The illusion, bright, dancing colors twirling before his eyes so slow and fast at the same time he couldn't even tell what he was looking at. Couldn't focus. Couldn't distinguish the pattern. "Доброкачественные, Девять..."
"Stop, stop!" He'd pleaded as his body trembled, his arms struggling against the restraints. "Don't finish it, Tony, I can't- I can't hold back!" He'd been so close to giving in, so goddamn scared. Just three more words and he'd completely blank out. He'd been at Tony's mercy, staring up at the man. Desperately begging for it to stop. Tony's lips were pressed in a thin line and he kept Bucky there. Dangling on the edge of giving in but not fully. The lines in front of his eyes fluid. Entrancing. It had to stop. Had to stop. He closed his eyes and-
"Keep your eyes open, Bucky," Tony's voice had cut through, Bucky's eyes flew open again. Sobbing at the overstimulation rushing through and consuming his entire system. His own ragged breaths echoing in his ears as he took it all.
"Precious."

Precious. Sweet, precious Bucky. That's the trigger they've been building on and each time in the chair, Tony would drive him closer and closer to his breaking point. The flashy holograms - a different one for each session - bouncing, gyrating all around him.

And at this very moment, they're preparing for another session. The sixth? Seventh? Bucky isn't sure. All he knows is that he's - pathetic as it is - looking forward to it. He's grown addicted to the mindfuck. When he's alone in bed at night, he imagines Tony's sweet voice whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
The older man smiles at him when he leans away, so fondly it has Bucky blush.
"We're going to try something new today, Bucky," Tony whispers as he sits down behind his little control panel. Bucky takes a deep breath, his heart skipping a beat as a slight hint of nervousness settles in the pit of his stomach.
"Oh?"
"Mhh- Just wait and see," Tony mumbles and flips the switching. Bucky's lips part right away, his body completely relaxed in the restraints. He trusts Tony. Before all this, he'd always shied away from the man but after their sessions - well, Tony's seen him at his absolute worst. Trashing in his chair, screaming, crying. Comforting him each time afterward. Soft, fuzzy blankets around his shoulders, hot chocolate with an extra dash of whipped cream to soothe his senses. No matter what other people might say about the billionaire, Tony's sweet and caring and Bucky can't wait to grow pliant for him once more.
"Alrighty, Bucky dear-" Tony whispers and Bucky's eyes shoot up at the pet name. It's not like Tony's never called him that before but he's never used it outside of his trance. The man continues as if nothing happened, but Bucky growls quietly at the tingling sensations low in his abdomen, his wrists clenched in the leather straps. Slowly, the hologram boots up and this time, soft, shimmering, blue whirls settle around him. Blurring his vision so damn nicely.
"Tony..." he breathes and gasps. "It's so pretty...?"
"You think so? Made them for you- was thinking about your icy blue eyes." Bucky couldn't help the soft moan escaping his throat and he inhaled sharply, shame washing over him. He shouldn't- he shouldn't- but the whirling lights are so captivating, putting Bucky under Tony's spell so easily. His mind slowly blanking out already now that the Russian triggers remained unspoken. He felt easy. Malleable.