[English Version] Biohazard

You Are my Biohazard

We were both looking at the stars lying on the floor in my backyard.  Today was the day I would declare my love to him.  I sat and looked at his face, beaming at the brightness and beauty of that sky.
- Steve ...
- Yes, Bucky?
I blushed and felt my blood heat up.  My stomach twitched, the great consequence of nervousness.
"I ... I like you, you know?"
- Me too, why the question?
- It's not like that ...
Steve got up and sat right next to me.
- Then explain it to me.
I looked away and lowered my head.  I wanted to talk, but I couldn't.  Then I took courage and kissed him.  I pulled back and looked into his bright blue eyes.
- I like you that way.
I noticed that the bigger one was also red and smiled when he heard and felt my statement.  He threw himself on me and made me fall on the grass, kissing me.  Since then we have stayed.  After being sure, we dated.
It was such a good time, so beautiful.
I wonder what happened to him ...
Steve became a manipulator, keeping me trapped at home.  He no longer had love for me, I guess, he didn't cuddle me anymore, just used me to his satisfaction.  He rarely cared about me.  My life was in chaos.
I tried, I swear I tried ...
I couldn't contradict him on occasions, otherwise he would beat me, say, beat me.  I have the brands to this day.
FLASHBACK ON
- You're doing it wrong.  - Said when Steve was trying to make a cake.
- I'm not, okay.
- You're stirring the eggs with the spoon!
I said it just kidding, but he takes it all seriously.
"Oh, and you are the smart guy?"  Are you right and am I wrong?  Go ahead, show me how to do it. "I knew he wanted to do something, so I slowly drifted away.
- Bucky, come here.
I shook my head.  In that moment, I've never despaired so much in my life.  He came running after me and I went up to the bedroom.  Before reaching the door, Steve took my arm tightly and I felt my body fail.  Even so, I tried anyway to get rid of him, no attempt worked.
- Hey!  I will not beat you.  "Still, I debated a few times."  Gradually I gave in and lowered my guard.
He ran his hands over my body and climbed up to my face.  So she took my hair and started pulling it.  It was a trap.  Steve managed to tear some strands out of my hair, that hurt too much.  This one left me crying against the wall, cringing.

Again, I got home too late, I was at a party.  I opened the door and saw Steve sitting in an armchair, waiting for me with a not very good expression.
- Where were you?
- I went to a party.
- And who gave you permission?
- Oh really?  Why can't I go out a bit?
"Because I'm your boyfriend and I'm the one who orders you."  You heard?
I didn't answer and kept my head down.  I was greeted with a hard slap, almost knocking me over.  Why did he have to take Super Soldier's serum ?!  Steve put his hands on my throat, choking me.  As I ran out of air, I began to kick him with all my might, but to no avail.  I was almost dying until he released me and knocked me to the ground.  I can fight other people easily, but Steve is stronger than me.
He grabbed my shoulders and lifted me, kicking my stomach.  I passed out and woke up full of marks.  He had taken advantage of me to beat me.  I didn't say anything like "stop" or something like that because I knew he wouldn't hear at all.
FLASHBACK OFF
A few weeks ago, I realized that Steve has a little love left, but not enough for the damage he has done to me.
I thought a lot about how I could escape him and thought so much that I cut myself while cooking.
- Shit!  I cut off a part of my finger and pushed it away so the blood wouldn't fall on the food.
- Bucky?  It's OK?
- OK...
Steve took my desperate hand and was relieved to have been a small cut.
- What a fright, love.  Let's make a bandage!  "I wondered why he was good with me."  Maybe if I died, Steve would have no one to satisfy.
As he put a bandage on me, I looked at him differently.  I was changed for sure.  He looked at him with a tone of wonder, creed.
It led me to approach him and feel his heat rising until he noticed.  I ended up kissing him, which was strange because all I felt was hate before.  After the act, we lay on the couch.  Steve stroked my hair gently, almost making me fall asleep.
- Bucky ... I love you.
My heart melted at that phrase, I hate myself for it, and I smiled.
- Love you too.
- Are you okay?  It seems sad these months.
What do you think?!  It doesn't even seem to lock me up, beat me, and I still wanted to have sex without my permission, I'll talk about it in a moment.
- I'm just in a post-Ultimatum phase.
- Understand.  Wanna go out?
My eyes brightened even more.  Finally could have some fun.  It seemed too good to be true.
- I want.  Can we go to that amusement park you took me to when we were teenagers?
- Clear!
It was so good?  I felt free for the first and last time.  We went on the roller coaster, Steve was scared to death with his eyes closed and me screaming with joy.  I saw the landscape from above on the ferris wheel.  Steve took my hand and I squeezed it hard, starting to cry.
- Hey, don't cry.  What's it?
The hatred and accumulated sadness coupled with joy generated an emotional discharge in me.
I had no friends to vent, so I kept my feelings stuck.
Steve hugged me and I almost "killed" him while hugging him too.
It is...
Kill ... no, I can't.  Can I?
A sadistic, crazy feeling came over me, planning the day of the murder.  I still thought it was wrong, making me postpone more and more.
Until I couldn't resist anymore.
Lying in bed, Steve comes up to me and says:
- You already know what I want, right?  Take off your clothes.
- But I'm tired ...
- Does not matter!  I am waiting.
I took off my robes with an angry look at Steve.  I kept my head in my pillow, I didn't want to look at your face.
His cock entered hard, bothering me.  His thrusts were strong and fast.
- Ow!  That hurts.
- Calm down, I'm almost there ...
Great, I just needed that one.  I would have to clean myself later to get the cum out of me.  I let out a few moans of pain over time and this "almost there" was taking too long.  I finally felt a warm liquid come in, could hear Steve's moans at my ear.
"You're a little tight, we haven't done in a while."
And I don't even want to do it again.
...
I was reading the newspaper and having coffee while Steve was still sleeping.  A few minutes passed and I saw the consecrated man coming down the stairs.
- Good morning, Bucky!
This one approached me to hug me, but I thought fast.  I took a knife from my pocket and hit it in the stomach.  I hit him with a punch and he went to the floor.  Steve got up quickly and became more agile.  He hit me all and I pretended to be crying.
- Stop... stop ... I'm sorry.  I don't know what got into me.
Steve, teary-eyed, approached me and welcomed me.
"Do you remember the murders, the Hydra, etc.?"  I understand, Bucky ...
Luckily, I was able to stay on top of the bigger one.  I put my hands on his cheek and kissed him.  Carefully, I slid them into Steve's neck.  I started to hang him, I didn't want to get my hands dirty with too much blood.  I pressed harder into his throat, feeling him begin to run out of air.  Steve struggled with his legs, trying to stop me.  That was taking too long.  I lifted him and placed him glued to my body, giving a lion kill.  Very carefully, I broke his neck in the right place to kill him and he fell to the ground, dead.
I was in shock for a while, but came back to focus.  I had to get rid of the body, the knife and the blood.  I wrapped Steve's body in a trash bag and threw it along with the clean-cut knife in a river near our house.  I cleaned the floor very carefully so as not to leave any trace of blood.
- You were nothing but a parasite to me ...
And that was all that happened and I am completely guilty.  They can take me.