The one forgiven sin 《Sambucky》

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A/N: Lmao, nay!

Bucky thought he was in some kind of denial. Everything was perfect and for someone who had seen so much horrible things in his life, he of course couldn't help but feel... odd. He was waiting for something bad to happen, as always, since seventy years of being treated as nothing but dirt does that to ones self esteem.

So, he was waiting for reality to slap him in the face and find joy in his misery.

Sam assured him that there was nothing he should be afraid of, that he should enjoy this, that he deserved those good things in life.

And, after some time, this unsettling feeling deflated a bit, since live was easier when you didn't life it in complete fear. With a white, cute cat named Alpine in your lap, life could only be good, right?

Wrong.

Bucky should have trusted his gut.

•●•●•●•

They have been dating for five whole months, and literally everything was okay.

Well, better than okay.

He had an amazing understanding boyfriend, a cat, whose personality was based on Satan, a dog, whose personality resembled Thor before his brother died, and an amazing, modified house full of Wakandan stuff.

Oh, but did he mention his hot stunning boyfriend, who was just perfect in any fucking way?

Because, Bucky could talk hours about him, everyone knew that. The man was so in love, wherever he went, he used it to mention Sam at least five times in all kind of conversations!

Sarah's kitchen needed an upgrade?
Sam decorated theirs himself.

AJ and Cass said he sucked at videogames?
Well, Sam never taught him how.

Carlos car broke down again?
Well, fuck me, but Sam was driving the coolest and shiniest pick up truck in existence.

First, the town was weirded out, because how in the fuck can someone's world circulate around one human being?

But then, they realized this went both ways, Sam was just as hooked, or maybe more. 

He only talked about Bucky. The latter one was quiet, so he managed to not say one word in a conversation, he could listen to someone for hours without talking.

Sam couldn't. At some point, he'd talk. And he would talk only about Bucky. The whole town already knew how he liked his coffee, which position he liked to sleep in(it was with his head on Sam's shoulder and an arm swung around his waist by the way), and how much he loved running with Washington, their Retriver, named by Sam's patriotic streak.

The town was fucking sick of it, but refused to show it, since both men deserved happiness.

Well, fate was a fucking bitch.

Bucky unofficially retired, he just stopped showing up as Fury called, and Sam, as Captain America, told everyone who dared give Bucky shit for this, to mind their own business.

Bucky sometimes still joined, when he thought the mission was too dangerous and could go way too South for his liking. But most likely, he'd stay home and wait for his boo to come home to him.

He was doing, mentally speaking, way better than before, that was for sure. It definitely had to do with Sam and Alpine mostly, but also with Sarah, AJ, Carlos and Cass who would think of the most ridiculous stories to tell, only to distract Bucky from his demons.

And it had to do with Sam, who made it a habit to kiss every kind of scar he could reach while they both had sex.

Sometimes, Bucky would be the one on top, dirty talk the whole time, because it drove Sam crazy. Sometimes, Sam would like to be slut shamed and be degraded. He loved being touched by the cold metal hand, it would drive him down the edge. And Bucky loved seeing him unfold, those brown eyes widening in complete ecstasy.

But most of the time, Bucky was on the receiving end, and he loved getting compliments. He loved being called baby and sugar, and he absolutely loved Sam's lips on his scars, telling him with those exact lips how beautiful he looked while he moved his hips to create amazing friction. And Sam loved making his baby feel good. Bucky also rather liked riding than lying down, missionary position, since from that position he could move the way he liked, and he didn't feel quite tied down, less claustrophobic. He did not like, at all, to not be able to see Sam's face and hold his hand.

Sam knew that, and loved kissing Bucky's lips blue, anyways, so he also quite enjoyed the riding position. Plus, his wandering hands loved caressing the pale skin, go over those defined muscles more than anything else.

But, right now, Bucky felt rather lonely, since his perfect boyfriend was off doing a mission as Captain America, the TV blaring in the background as Bucky tried focusing on the book he was reading. On Bucky's 107th Birthday, Sam, the awesome dork, got him the Maze Runner trilogy and he was fucking hooked. He already knew, once he was finished, he would reread it.
But so many people died already, he bawled his eyes out one Chuck died.

The scene had no reason being so devastating.

He did try reading while watching the news, but his eyes always snapped back to the TV.

Something just wasn't right.

A nauseous feeling settled in his stomach, and he felt somewhat sick, when the live stream recording his boyfriend seemed frantic.

Shots blared around his room as the news lady looked directly into the camera, her green eyes wide and disbelief flickered around her friendly face.

It took Bucky a few minutes to be able to hear something over the buzzing sound in his ears, and once he did, he desperately wanted to wake up from this horrible dream.

"-ptain America is down! I repeat, Captain America is down!"

Bucky should have fucking trusted his gut.

Because, on the 27th of May, 2024 did the unexpected, the worst case scenario happen.

On the 27th of May, 2024, Samuel Wilson's heart stopped on the way to the hospital.