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"This is the portal," his handler states. Behind him is a large metal arc with strong currents of electricity sparking from the edges. The soldier doesn't wince, he's used to electric shock by now.
"You will automatically switch with your variant when you reach the defined timeline. When we receive the variant, we will store him in Cyro and erase his memory of the swap. Allowing you to complete the mission uninterrupted."
The soldier nods. He knows his mission. He's being sent to find a variant of Steve Rogers from a timeline where the Winter Soldier doesn't exist. He's tasked with learning the subject's weaknesses so the soldier can return to eliminate the Steve Rogers from this time.
The team has learned that in this alternate timeline, the soldier's variant has short hair and so they proceeded to cut his short. The soldier doesn't remember the last time he had short hair. His ears feel slightly cold. They also dressed him in thinner, more comfortable clothes. American, they told him. They've had him watch many videos on basic human interactions. They trained him to lose his accent, speak in full sentences, and eat his own food.
The soldier has secretly been savoring the sliver of freedom he's been allowed but he reminds himself to focus on the mission. Learning Steve Roger's weakness is all that matters now.
"Remember soldier, do not fight him. You are his partner in this world, you remember what we taught you about partners?"
The soldier confirms with another nod.
"You let him do as he pleases, you must convince the subject that nothing from his life has been altered."
His handler waits for a response.
"I will not fail," the soldier recites stiffly.
He hears the robotic tone he's so accustomed to using and his handler shoots him a stern look.
"Sorry," the soldier raises the octave of his voice like he heard from the many videos. "I won't let you down."
"Better. Now, go."
The soldier wakes up in a large bed. He's under a large blanket that's warm. The room is dimly lit. He sees an empty space next to him but the blanket has been pulled back and there's an open notebook sitting face down on the bed.
He hears water rushing and then a door opens. A blond man walks out. It's his subject, Steve Rogers, the soldier profiles.
Steve closes the open notebook and places it on a small table next to the bed. Steve gets into the bed next to the soldier. He turns to the soldier and smiles softly. Then he takes both hands and frames the soldier's face, leans forward, and kisses his lips.
The soldier learned about kissing briefly but he wasn't prepared for it this quickly. He panics for the slightest moment but then recalls the most emphasized advice he was given: When in doubt, copy everything the subject does.
So he copies Steve, moves his lips the way he does, sticks his tongue into the blond man's mouth when he feels a tongue invade his. It's a lot of mental thinking in the end but when they finally part Steve looks happy with the result.
The soldier hopes for more words now that they're done. That way he can gauge inflection and emotion like he practiced and calculate an appropriate response.
"I thought about what you said last night," Steve says.
The sentence implies context the soldier isn't privy to. He knows he should respond, always respond. He's supposed to be very vocal, they stressed endlessly that he cannot remain mute.
"Yes," the soldier goes with.
"And you're right, I have gotten a little sloppy," Steve smiles small and then leans back into his lips.
Another kiss. The soldier copies motions again. Steve keeps kissing him and then begins talking in between the mouth actions. The soldier tries to focus on copying the motions while also hearing the blond man's words so he can respond appropriately. It requires a lot more concentration than he anticipated.
"But I can't help myself, sweetheart. It's just I get carried away sometimes," Steve coos before another long kiss. "Cause you know how crazy I am about you and I get so excited to get inside you. But not tonight, alright."
The soldier draws a blank for a reply. He nods this time, unintentionally breaking the kiss.
Steve takes the opportunity to kiss his way down the soldier's torso, picking up his thin t-shirt along the way. Kissing down to his belly button, then back up to a nipple which he spends time licking lightly.
Now that the soldier isn't busy copying mouth actions or concerned about responding, all he can do is pay attention to how it all feels. The blond man's lips are soft and light. His tongue is wet and every time he licks somewhere and moves on, the previous spot braces a chill in the air that makes the soldier want to shiver.
Overall, It's different... how tender the man is.
The next line of kisses Steve makes down his stomach, he simultaneously slides his body down the bed. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of the soldier's pants — which he learned are called sweatpants. They are very soft and he would like to wear them more often. Perhaps, if the mission is a success he can be rewarded with more sweatpants.
The soft pants get shoved to his thighs then Steve reaches into the flap of his boxer shorts and takes out the soldier's cock. Normally, the soldier doesn't look at his anatomy very often. But recently, he had to learn to wash himself again for training and so he spent a few showers staring down at himself. It was like seeing an old friend he'd forgotten was there.
He hadn't touched it though and the way Steve grabs the shaft and pulls it toward his mouth instantly horrifies the soldier. He tries desperately to school his face, he must school his face, but his dick is about to be eaten off. That's the only explanation and it is not a calming realization.
Oddly, Steve does not move toward his cock baring any teeth. Instead, his tongue darts out and tickles the head. Then he slides the soldier's cock onto his tongue and just leaves it there, letting it lie on the warm, wet surface.
It's unusual. The soldier is not sure what he is supposed to do so he just sits there and soon discovers he doesn't mind the feeling. His cock even makes a strange little twitch and he feels something surge up through his groin into the bottom of his gut. Like a warmth he's not familiar with.
As he calms with the assumption that Steve is not biting any part of him off, the soldier grows more fond of the feeling of his cock resting on a warm tongue.
He notices his cock filling out slowly. Steve must notice it too because he drags his tongue flatly along the underside of the soldier's cock. Making a long stripe to the head. That feels... oh, very good. The soldier bites his lip trying not to moan when he recalls the instruction of being more vocal.
"I like that," the soldier decides to say.
Steve smiles around him and repeats the motion just as slowly.
With the next lick, the soldier allows a groan of pleasure to sound from his throat. He hasn't heard himself like that... ever. His groans usually derive only from pain or struggle.
Even though Steve's movements continue leisurely, the events are happening very fast. The soldier was so focused on all the conversations he would have to decipher and somehow, he found himself with his dick in a warm mouth. He's already debating whether there will be any repercussions to orgasming. A predicament he did not foresee himself considering especially within five minutes of entering this new timeline.
He doesn't remember the last time he had an orgasm, he truthfully can't recall the last time his cock felt this full and hard but he wonders if those instances have been blocked from his brain since they are irrelevant to any mission.
Steve pulls up from his cock leaving the soldier's anatomy cold. He's surprisingly disappointed at the loss. Who knew a warm mouth could feel so good?
"Turn over, baby," Steve instructs sweetly and taps his hips.
The soldier must follow every instruction so he swiftly flips onto his stomach. Steve pulls off both his sweatpants and boxer shorts completely. He spreads the soldier's thighs apart. Then there's the sound of a cap from a bottle clicking, Steve's breath blowing on something and then he touches him. In between... his ass cheeks, the soldier computes. A wet finger circles the rim of his hole. The soldier lets his eyes grow wide since his expression is hidden from Steve in this position.
He's not expecting this to feel nice at all but he's wrong. It's slow and a little tight at first but after a couple of minutes, Steve's finger is sliding in and out of him. Hooking into the edges and pressing down on various spots.
Oh, it's strange how much the soldier's body seems to want more. He nearly pushes back on Steve's finger, to silently beg for more, but he restrains himself from doing so.
Steve works up to three fingers and the soldier wonders belatedly if Hydra knew he could be experiencing so much unexpected pleasure on this mission? He imagines what they would think if they heard the sounds coming out of him right now. Because he's making so many sounds, he's not even reminding himself to be vocal anymore they're just spilling out of him. All high and whiny. God, he must sound pathetic but Steve seems to like it. He keeps urging him to keep letting him know how good it feels and saying 'yeah, that's it, doll,' every time the soldier moans louder.
It's a fast transition when the fingers come out and they're replaced with the blond man's cock. It's so quick, that the soldier actually chokes on his own breath. Because the blond man's cock is thicker and harder than his fingers. It pushes into him, stretching him wide to make it all fit.
"Nghh, your dick," the soldier grits. He says it partly due to his vocal instruction and mostly because it just falls out of him.
"I know, honey," Steve croons, brushing his hair back.
Then he draws back and begins pounding into him. Slamming his cock all the way in and out so forcefully, the soldier chokes on nothing again.
The soldier's mind whirls while he's being fucked. He thinks back to his handler and how they'd probably slap him for sounding too whiny. Although, given the mission and instruction, perhaps he should sound even whiner. It's not difficult to amp up the volume of his whimpers and Steve seems to like it too. Rewards him with even harder thrusts. The soldier didn't think it could get harder, god it's even better.
He claws at the bedsheets under him and once again imagines if his handler saw him in this position, sprawled out on his stomach, both fists squeezing the fabric between his fingers. He must look quite submissive. But perhaps, they'd like that very much.
Steve's weight presses him down which means each thrust ensues the soldier's hard cock is rubbing against the bedsheets and that feels... very good too. So good that he understands he'll ejaculate soon. The soldier is not sure if he's supposed to. He debates asking but then it's already too late.
It's almost like a jolt of electricity goes through him, but for once it's a good kind of electricity. He's not prepared for it. It shocks him and then his body just releases as if he's lost all control. The soldier goes slack when it happens and one long, drawn-out moan sounds from his throat as he feels his cock pulse over and over. It doesn't stop for a long few minutes but it feels so good the soldier doesn't want to think about it stopping.
Eventually, his cock settles. The pulsing comes to a halt and he can register it's over, but he's still floating on this high. The soldier's not used to something good lasting so long. And now that reality is dawning on him, he remembers that orgasming may have been prohibited. The soldier tenses, anticipating punishment for his release. But Steve's hands graze up his back softly. He leans over and kisses the soldier's temple. Soft as ever.
"That feel good?" Steve whispers.
The soldier braces himself for the reprimand he's still assuming will follow.
"Fast today, huh?" Steve goes on, voice light and tender. "You must be feeling it today, sweetheart."
"Mhm," the soldier hums. He needs to say something but his brain is still too fuzzy for real words.
Steve hasn't resumed fucking him. It's as if he's giving the soldier time to calm down. Slowly, it dawns on the soldier that his cock is still hard and that the blond man is not done. It elicits a flare of excitement inside of him, something he doesn't remember experiencing in quite a long time. He decides to warn Steve this time.
"I may come again."
Steve hums contently then slides his hands back down the soldier's body as he sits on his heel again.
"I'm planning on it," Steve purrs.
Arousal flares under the soldier's skin with his words. Especially when he realizes he would like to come again. He wants it very badly in fact and he hasn't wanted things in much too long.
He instinctually presses back on Steve's cock and a sharp fear rushes through him that he's not supposed to demand such things with his body. But once again, Steve sounds pleased with the choice. His grip tightens on the soldier's hips then he draws back and begins pounding his cock into him once again.
The soldier enjoys this very much. Within another few minutes, he's got drool coming from the corner of his mouth. Because he can't for the life of him keep it together with how good this feels. He's already on the edge of another climax.
Steve starts grunting and the soldier's not sure if that's a good or bad sign. He stiffens from the abnormal sound but then he feels the familiar pulsing he experienced minutes prior. He quickly determines that Steve is climaxing inside of him and somehow that makes the soldier lose it again.
"Ahhghn," the solider hears himself slur as his cock spurts out more release without warning and his muscles shake from how much is coming out.
"Not sloppy this time, huh honey?" he hears Steve's voice.
Blearily, the soldier notes they are in a different position. He's lying on his back, resting against the blond man's chest.
Both of Steve's arms are wrapped around the soldier and although that would normally signify an attack, this time the hold feels too delicate. Like he wouldn't struggle if he wanted to be released from the blond man's grip.
"Not sloppy," the soldier repeats, remembering he must always respond.
Steve kisses his temple again and then reaches over to turn off the lamp so the room fills with darkness.
They are going to sleep, the soldier concludes. There will be more conversations and possibly more bodily actions to decipher in the morning but right now, the soldier falls limp with exhaustion. He closes his eyes and lets himself drift off.