Obsession: The Seven Deadly Sins

G R E E D

Greed [ɡrēd]

(n.) an intense and selfish desire for something
Synonym: Avarice

Kink: Multiple Partners

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POV Bucky in 2016 alone in his room at Stark Tower

I lay in bed alone wondering what the hell I've been doing these past few months. I love him, but I want her too. Is it so wrong to crave them both?

Steve and I were each other's first everything, we were in love and I missed him every day when I was with HYDRA- on the days when I remembered him, that is. He was my anchor, he was my everything. When I got back, it was hard at first to fall back into those feelings without any preface, but the physical... fuck, I wanted him every second of every day. He haunted my dreams, and the idea of him followed me to sleep only to wake me up in the morning. Now, I feel like I'm finally back where I left off, but I've been afraid to be as intimate as I'd like with him just yet.

Since all the Avengers have been staying at Stark Tower and I've felt a bit left out, he's taken it upon himself to show me around and introduce me to everyone... not to mention the fact that he's openly admitted on multiple occasions that he wants me to fuck him senseless. He practically begged me on multiple occasions. We've made out of course, and I let him suck me off once or twice, but I'm afraid to lose myself in this too quickly. I know he's addictive, and I'm already halfway there.

Natalia was my rock in my first few years of freedom, she allowed me to explore myself through her as HYDRA's mind manipulation wore off in the early 2000s. Our bond was special, and I loved her dearly too, even if it wasn't in the same way. Back then I physically needed her, and when we first saw each other again, I had to battle the physical attraction because of the dire life-or-death situation at hand.

Everything's calm now though, we've all made amends and we're getting used to normalcy again. Even still, I catch her watching me every once in a while, a look in her visage that I can't begin to understand. Last week, I finally gave in and sought her out; it was insanely difficult to restrain myself from going all the way, but I managed to control the urge in the end.

Now I feel like I have to choose between them because not doing so would be to lead them both on, but at the same time, I can't cut one of them off. I just can't, not when I still desire them both.

It's late when my door creaks open and I turn to see a red head of hair closing the door quietly, placing my book down on the nightstand. My dick twitches, and I cover myself further with the sheet and my hand, already knowing what's coming.

She watches me from afar, keeping silent like I'm the prey she's stalking. She'd do well to remember who's really in control here, or maybe I'd be better off reminding her.

She was wearing a nightgown of sorts, something silky and see-through. I could tell it was the only thing she was wearing, and it certainly didn't help that I wasn't wearing anything other than these sweatpants, either.

"First time coming to my room, and you didn't even knock," I chide her actions quietly.

"If you prefer, I can go," she motioned for the door and made her way back over without a second thought, clearly baiting me.

"Suit yourself," I look away from her and move the blanket off of my lap, grabbing myself through my sweatpants and biting down hard on the inside of my cheek to stave away the groan pushing up my throat. "You'll be missing the good part, though."