|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

You're Mine Only...

James smirks, a sinister laugh grating Sam's ears like nails on a chalkboard. He didn't like this. At all.

"Sammy. Doll face," Bucky's voice was like melted chocolate. Sweet and smooth, sending tingling sensations throughout the captives body. He flinches when bends on one knee, his eyes holding sick amusement. This wasn't the Bucky he knows. The Bucky he knew would never do this. Where as this Bucky, he has a morbid fascination with murder and death. Pain. He thrives off of it, it's what keeps him off the edge.

"Bucky…" Sam whines, tugging at the chains that yanked his arms back. "You are mine. Nobody knows where you are. They don't even know you're gone..."

"Shut up!" He snarls before continuing, "you're trying to manipulate me-"

"Darling. I've already manipulated you. That was as easy as a lemon squeezy!" Dread fills Sam as he stares, tears welling in his eyes. Bucky smiles, relishing the way Sam looks with split lips and puffy eyes. He looked helpless and it was doing nothing for the sick fascination he felt towards the winged Avenger.

"Bucky, this isn't you-"

"Bucky isn't here anymore. He was destroyed the moment you threw me under the bus, giving away where I was hiding out. Pretending that you love me. I got rid of him because he was too soft and if you want to survive, you need to be cold. You need to be murderous. You need to be ruthless. It's the only way you can survive out here, without having a sugar daddy buying all your shit."

Sam bristles, not liking the way Bucky talks about Tony. Sure, the man is a jerk, but he's saved countless lives. God, he can only imagine Tony's smug smirk.

"I can fight my own battles, Wilson. You stick to yours."

Stark is an amazing person, underneath all of that bullshit persona, he's actually human. He has a heart it's just he has a funny way of showing it.

Bucky hums, "did I hit a nerve, sweetheart?" Sam feels disgusted. In himself for  enjoying the way he gets called pet names. He shouldn't. It's wrong. So fucking wrong.

"You don't like it when people talk shit about him, don't you?" He says patronising tone. His blue eyes was drinking everything about Sam.

"He doesn't deserve the shit he gets. He's saved the world countless times. What have you done?" He jabs, his eyes narrowing as a new flame ignited. Bucky smirks. "I'm the reason why you have a job, baby. I make the calls and then people higher than me carry on the call and boom, you have yourself a world threat."

Sam hates him but the need to kiss him is overwhelming. It's as if Bucky was this magnet-

"No you don't, sweetheart. Because if you did, you'd be fighting harder. I have seen the way you fight. So... So methodically, it could make even the smartest cower like little bitches. So, if you really hate me. How about, I unchain you and let you kill me?"

"Oh wait. Correction, I made a mistake, try. Try to kill me."

"You sick son of a bitch."

Sam knows he can't fight. He's too weak. His muscles feel heavy and his head felt like a box of cotton had been shoved up his nostrils.

Bucky, still bending, eyes Sam's lips. Sam can feel himself tense when the man's lips barely grazes his, teasing him as if he knows how bad Sam wants to kiss him.

He does. This sick side of him wants to kiss this man who has murdered thousands… Millions even!

"I know what's going on in that head of yours, doll."

"You're confused. Like a damsel in distress. You feel this need to kiss me. Don't you? Huh, a sick side of you compelling your morals. You want me to fuck you senseless, don't you?" Sam shakes his head, trying to fight the urge to blush. He hated it when people talk dirty like that, it stirs  images inside of his brain, arousing him.

"Look at you, being turned on. You naughty little devil."

Sam was completely fucked.

And that's a wrap. You can make up what happens next because I don't feel comfy writing sex scenes, kissing scenes I'll do more of, even if it's just like passionate ones. I'm still 15 so J don't know a thing abt sexual intercourse, like how it feels or shit.