The one forgiven sin 《Sambucky》

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dear heart, why him?

Sam Wilson was an idiot. He was so sure of that fact, and he knew if he rolled with his eyes one more time today, they'd be stuck to the inside of his head.

Sam was dating a fucking supersoldier, but instead of using his immense powers, Sam was hellbend of moving their new furniture themselves, aching with every little move. He didn't let Bucky do anything, claiming it was a good exercise for his muscles. So, Bucky had no choice but to stand there like some pretty deco plant and watch his man do their living room, in their house.

Because, yes, they were moving in together!

After they both, finally, confessed their love, they both agreed that they didn't want to bother Sarah any longer, and bought the house with Bucky's heavy amount if government money.

"I love it, but maybe the couch should stand over there..." Bucky mumbled to himself, overlooking the room with his pale blue eyes. He wasn't entirely satisfied, and the man he fell in love with, who collapsed onto the couch he had just dragged, sighed, pinching his nose in the progress.

"Sugar, we've discussed this, it looks friendlier, if the couch is opposite of the door."

"But it will be better closer to the windows! I just know it!" He whined, fucking whined. Since when does he fucking whine?

"Well, good luck, I ain't movin' this couch no more." Sam huffed, agitating Bucky accidentally.

"Alright." He breathed, stepped closer to his exhausted partner, bend his knees, and in one smooth moment, heaved the couch, including Sam sitting on top of it, into the air. Sam screamed bloody murder, reminding Bucky of the one time he ripped Sam's carwheel out of his car.

"Fucking try me, Wilson." He muttered and placed the couch closer to the windows, and, just as he expected, it looked five times better. He circled around himself, his arms outstretched, and presented Sam the living room, a wide grin on his face.

"Okay, fine. It does look better." Sam agreed, although he sounded a tiny bit bitter.

"Yeah, I know it does. Besides, we now have more space for that couch-chair-thingy, you know, the one you wanted." He smiled wider, but stopped when he noticed the grimm expression on Sam.

"We can't, it's too expensive..." He mumbled dejectedly.

"Why? I still got enough money to save me two more lifetimes I'm not willing to live trough without you.
Besides, I didn't find it fair superheroes aren't getting paid even though you guys risk your lives all the time. So, now, you're getting paychecks the way you deserve."

Big brown eyes snapped to his so fast, Bucky wasn't sure if Sam didn't get any whiplashes.

"What? How?"

"I talked to the Senator. They don't want to piss off the arguably deadliest assassin in the world." Bucky tried to smile at that, though it felt more like a grimace, and judging by Sam's expression, he also wasn't fooling him enough.

"You ain't him anymore, Buck. You shouldn't use that card this easily knowing it still bothers you."

"But otherwise, politics won't listen! You understand that, don't you? It's why you defended Karli!" Bucky exclaimed, knowing it was wrong what he had done, bit not quite willing to admit that.

"Yes, I do know that! But if you want to do something good for me, this ain't the way, Buck. I just need you" he stood up from the couch, crawling closer, till he stood in front of Bucky, taking a hold of both hands, making Bucky's knees go weak. "This house, and maybe a dog. That's all I need, that's all I ever will need." He pecked his lips, but didn't let it deepen, and looked into his eyes again.

Bucky never thought eye contact could feel so... for lack of better words, he'd say... electrifying.

"So stop lingering in the past. You ain't him, and you don't need to take care of my financial problems."

"But that's just the thing! This is a relashionship between two people, so I will help you, I will take care of you. I'm your boyfriend now, remember? I want to help!

You are a hero, Sam, but at the end of the day, who saves you, if not me?"

This time, he pecked his lips, all the while moving out of Sam's arms.

"My money is now yours, too, so use it. Please. You are an amazing person, Sam, you should have it all. I want you to have it all. Material, non material things, all you want should be yours." He said, and opened the laptop, where the chair was still open, even its picture looked comfortable.

"Buy it, Sam. I want you to have the goddamn chair!" He aggressively pointed at the laptop and made Sam laugh in the progress.

"I still feel bad using your money."

"Our money, Sam. What's mine is yours. I love you, okay? I will not halfass this relashionship, I am fully committed to making you as happy as possible, alright?" He stepped to Sam side, and as if automatically, Sam wrapped his arms around Bucky's waist, pulling him closer.

"I think, I can't get happier that this." He breathed, their lips again so fucking close, their noses were almost touching.

Bucky couldn't remember the last time he hadn't had a problem with people minding his personal space, but this seemed a lifetime ago. With Sam, he didn't need personal space, he was fairly content with being right there, in Sam's arms.

"Doesn't stop me from trying, though." He whispered, meaning every word.

"I love you." He said, since it seemed okay to say so.

"I love you more." Sam whispered, and their lips connected once again, in a small and still so passionate kiss.

Bucky grinned as Sam sat in front of the computer, ready to buy the seat he wanted, and Bucky went to busy himself in their not really finished kitchen.

"Besides, if we do run out of money, we'll just call our Sokovian Sugar daddy and beg him for more." He added as an afterthought, and finally slipped into the kitchen, accompanied by the pleasant sound of Sam's laughter.