No Time to Die - Bucky Barnes

Chapter 11

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TW: Smut, Blood kink (in italics)

It was late when Bucky returned from his mission that he had no desire to go on. Mainly because he wanted to know what had you on edge the morning after the movie. There was some tension in the air but it diminished as the day went on. Bucky would put that day in the top five of the best days in his life. He couldn't remember another day when he laughed as much, and smiled as much. It almost felt as if that was his future, the life he was supposed to get after the war.

You, Morgan and him have done things you probably shouldn't have been doing. Even broke a few things and tried to put them back. It was the best. Felt like he was a kid again.

He was relieved however to be on a mission before Natasha came back. He has been having doubts about their relationship before you even showed up. Natasha started distancing herself. He was sure that they weren't going to last much longer. But your presence seemed to change that.

She started clinging to him more. Evaded his space. Someone could categorise their relationship as friends with benefits plus the going on dates and those little touches. It was never anything too serious. Just two people who understand what the other has gone through.

The mission was bloody and gruesome. There weren't supposed to be that many casualties but sometimes there was nothing you could do. Bucky was covered in blood from the enemy. It wasn't the first and it wouldn't be the last. Not as long as he continues to fight.

Stripping from his suit he steps into the shower, ready to wash off the events of the day. He inspects his hands both flesh and metal. Equally covered in blood. Bucky watches as the blood pools at his feet mixing in with the water. The water washes it off his skin but not from his mind. He will always have blood on his hands.

Yet he couldn't help the sickening smile form on his face. The men he had killed today were far from good and placing a bullet in them stirred things inside of Bucky.

Ever since the war he has been like this. Had this lust for spilling the enemy's blood. The blood of men who shouldn't dare walk the earth. Everytime he erases any wicked person from the world he feels his pants tighten.

Much like now his member, upright and rock hard. The tip is red and oozing precum. He grips the base ready to relieve himself.

Images flash before his eyes of the blood soaking his knife. He began to stroke his cock slowly with his flesh hand. His metal one placed on the shower wall to steady him. The image changes into another one, this one extremely different from the first.

It was of your soapy naked body underneath a shower. He started to stroke his cock faster at the image. The memory became clearer, the clearest one he has ever experienced. Almost as if he was in those awful Hydra showers with you.

Blood coated his body. A mix of his own and that of others. Of bad men. Bucky hadn't spoken a single word returning back to the base. When he looked in the mirror at his blood stained body, he was hard as a rock.

You were already washing off the results of the mission. Your back facing him. You weren't oblivious to him or his problem. He turned you around and slammed tou into the wall.

But it wasn't you. It was the grim reaper and he was the winter soldier. The animalistic side, the one that listens to pure instinct.

He pinned you against the wall by your throat. Without a single word your thumb swiped the tip of the head, collecting the pooling precum. You jerked his cock roughly and each time he begged for more with his eyes.