-Gone Again-

Oh Helmut… what have you gotten yourself into he thinks as he wakes on day two back in Sokovia wrapped around James. This would be the second time in just as many days he would wake early to the sound of chirping outside, not even light out yet and the man beside him sound asleep. No apparent nightmares and his chest rising and falling ever so slowly. The day before he had thought it a dream and left it be, waking up later on to an empty bed.

However here he was once again and wouldn't be letting the cozy comfiness of the man he was so beautifully wrapped around slip away from him again and he would not doze back off.

He gently repositioned himself to be able to watch James from a better angle.

He noticed many things in what seemed like only minutes but must have bee a couple hours. He has a very minute scar just under his left eye, no more than the size of a sliver of a nail. Its so faded it must be years upon years old. The fine line of his jaw is much more pronounced now and angular than what it had been when he had first officially met the man in berlin, though now it was more hidden under the heavy stubble of his non shaven face. His form most certainly was a bit smaller as well. Well, more refined. He had been losing weight in his years of not being in top physical condition anymore. Now do not get him wrong. James still had the serum running through his veins and could probably still snap him in half like a twig should he choose to. But he remembered seeing videos of him when he had still been under Hydra's control, and he had been brick wall of muscles then.

Other things he notices are faint smile lines that creep on to his face ever so briefly every now and again as he sleeps on. His hand flexes in the sheets gently whereas his metal arm lays so very still like its not even attached to him. He cannot help but appreciate every feature of him. being able to study his face so closely his heart thumps so loudly he thinks the other man should wake.

He is rewarded bit a change in the mans breathing and he quickly and reflexively closes his own eyes, not wanting James to know he had been so keenly watching him sleep.

He groans and shifts and stills evidently becoming more and more awake and grasping how they are both laid together.

"Zemo…" his morning voice is gruff, and he finds it appealing. Something inside him roars to life. A feeling he has not had in many, many years.

"Hmmmm." He moans out in return trying to sound half asleep. Trying to not let on he had been up for a while himself now.

"Zemo… can you… can you let go?" he waits a few more moments to respond hoping he will also just go back to sleep if he does not let go and keeps cuddling him. "Zemo… come on I know your awake… you are smiling" and the raspy chuckle makes him blush hard.

"Fiiiiine" he whines and moans all together letting go of James and yawns as he gets up.

Then he watches him go across the now dim room to the bathroom. They had yet to fix the door. So, the bright light of the opposite room is harsh in contrast, the light spilling into the bedroom. James emerges moments later, joggers on yet again. Still barefoot and shirtless he makes for the door to head downstairs.

"Going for a run" is all he says before closing the door behind himself leaving Zemo once again to his own devices in the house, he gets up and makes his way to the kitchen. Makes food, leaves a plate for James for when he returns. The fridge now had 2 meals waiting for him. Once his tea is ready, he heads to the main living area. The technology and crate of supplies that they had taken with them from Wakanda had taken him all of the entire day before to set up. He figures he probably could have done so much faster with a second set of hands to help him. but he had made do by himself.

He set to booting up and calibrated everything. The communications screen came up with a message waiting for him.

-Are the skies blue .s

He typed up a quick response to the seemingly odd question. But he knew these where safe ways to put obvious questions when prying eyes where watching.

- not a cloud in the sky .b

Waiting a few moments for a response he starts to set up more equipment

- Eagles fly here now .s

- understood .b

- how is the wolf .s

- hungry .b

Hungry he laughed to himself. That was one cryptic way to describe his new friend. Hungry to be away from himself that was for sure. But eagles meant that US government agents had made it to Wakanda and were looking for them now.

- don't feed the beast to much, new kitty on alert .s

A new black panther? Hmmmm. He wondered who had taken up the mantle of the black panther. Usually, it was a fierce Wankandan warrior.

- any falcons preying .b

- falcons did not drop prey .s

So, mister Wilson had not given Shuri any news yet. Fair, he was probably playing the good little captain America he was supposed to be.

He signed off the communication device and looked at the old grandfather clock that still ticked on. 13:00. Well after lunch hand James still had not returned for food.

He grabbed another cup of tea from the kitchen before continuing the research he had set into. He still had Hydra files from before that he had begun rummaging through again. Hoping he had missed something from his previous research that may help them now.

A loud screech from a tawny owl outside startled him what must have been hours later. It was now dark. He had not herd James's return yet and the need for lights told him he had also missed the last meal of the day. He left the documents scattered about and made his way to the bedroom alone once again to get ready for bed.

He had been just about to crawl under the sheets of the unmade bed when he heard the back door open and close and the light sound of footfall in the stairs. The door clicked open, and he decided it was time to make a stand. Something was clearly bugging the man that now stood before him. He noticed the wet hair but ignored it.

"James, tell me what I can do to help" this was not a question it was a demand.

"NOTHING" the man's tone was defensive and hard. Okay so he put up walls.

He crossed his arms over his chest. He was not going to take that for an answer.

"James, you clearly have some pent-up anger. There are a few ways we can deal with this."

"I Do NOT have any pent-up emotions" he had cut him off mid sentence.

"If you'd let me finish. And yes, you clearly do James. But as I was saying. You can either go outside and spar with me, or we can take care of this in the bedroom"

His insinuation was clear. Either fight me or fuck me. And the super soldier before him visibly got what he was putting out there.

"You want me to Fuck you?! Or beat your ass to a pulp"

"No James you clearly like to have someone give you orders, or you don't know what to do with yourself. Your used to having a routine, orders and missions."

"I do not need someone telling me what to do"

"It seems you do soldier"

The stiff body language the man before him was giving off told him he had struck a nerve. Something that truly got him in his core. The veins in his neck bulged. As he settled into an almost at attention stance.

"So, orders do still affect you… at ease"

James moved almost reflexively but shook his head making a scowl of a face.

"Hence, Sergeant Barnes. What will it be? Outside or right here or go downstairs and eat what I have made you in the fridge and I shall go to bed myself and stop the subject as if this conversation never happened.

He was being smug. He knew it. But they both had pent up emotions to deal with however he'd given him and out as well to solidify he wasn't just forcing this on him. he could easily walk away, go to the kitchen and gods be damned he did not even have to eat but he would know James was not interested for certain.

Nevertheless, he just stood there. Well, this was as goo of an invitation as the Baron needed.

"James, if we are to do this. There are to be rules of engagement understood?"

A curt nod and a gulp from the near statue in front of him. His posture reminded him of when they had been before Selby in Madripoor.

"We will play by the stop light method. Green: continue, yellow: slow down, and red: full stop… am I understood"

He had walked around James at this point. Sizing him up. He hadn't gotten a response. "I said is that understood soldier?"

"Yes sir"

He came back around to face the wolf with hungry eyes in front of him

He softened his voice next and stared directly at him.

"I am asking permission now James. Do you wish to continue with this, I NEED your consent? I will not proceed without it. And I will keep asking for it." He made an emphasis on the need for his consent. After what he had disclosed to him the other night. This would be incredibly important.

He waited a few moments for his response. Making certain the man before him had time to consider everything.

"Yes Zemo"

This sent shivers up his spine in anticipation.

"Before we are to being, is there anything I should avoid James"

"i…"

"Speak up soldier"

"I don't know sir"

"Very well. You need to remember the colors then Sergeant. Repeat them back to me so I know you understand your orders"

"Sir, Red is full stop"

"Yes, and that goes both ways, should either of us use red, the other party stops."

A nod

"Yellow is to slow down, take a moment"

He circles him again stopping behind him. he raises a hand and snakes it around the waist in front of him bringing his hand to his chest.

"And green is to continue as is sir."

"And what color are we at soldier" a huff and groan as he flushes himself to the man before him

"Green"

He can feel his heartbeat under his hand now. Its drumming heavily in his chest.

He circles again never letting his hand stray from his target. He makes direct eye contact as he circles back to face him. James isn't much taller than himself, but then again, its enough that should he want to be eye to eye with him he would need to be on his toes.

He slowly lowers himself in front of the soldier and gets on his knees. His hands sliding from his chest to his joggers. The soft cotton material is damp with his sweat from earlier.

"Color"

"Green sir"

He can hear the slight hesitation in his voice.

His hand come to rest on his hip bones and massages light circle there before he notices the slight bulge in front of him slowly growing.

"Mare sure your hands stay at the small of your back soldier"

"Yes sir"

He snakes his hands into the pants before him and delves in and slowly lower them enough to let the thick member spring forward. He is greeted with another soldier at attention the head dark pink and begging to be touched.

He looks up at James, but James is not looking at him, rather looking rather fixated on a single point of the wall much behind him.

He brings his left hand to the base, and he could have easily stacked 3 hands one over another to fully cover his length. He was certainly well endowed.

He starts stroking him gently and a quiet groan escapes his friend's lips. He keeps watching him all the while he isn't and see the soldiers face falter as he picks up his pace.

"hmmmm…. more…. please" its barley a whisper but he hears it and won't ignore the magnificent creature before him.

He brings his lips closer and licks the underside of his cock and is rewarded again with a louder lengthy moan. He takes his other hand and wraps it around his back side steadying the beast before him as he feels his legs shake the slightest and with his mouth now fully sucking him off his legs start to shake more and more.

He hums in anticipation as he can feel James getting close. The stillness he is showing in restraint is admirable and that fact his knees have not yet buckled is a miracle in itself. He knows he himself would never have lasted like this.

He buries his face down as far as he can taking him all the way to the base of his shaft, and he feels him explode into the back of his throat. And in that instant, his companions hard exterior façade disappears, and he feels a rough hand at the back of his head holding him in place. He is forced to swallow ever last drop. Not that he wouldn't have almost choking. He hums and gulps the last of it down and pushes his head back against the hand holding him there.

He looks up to James then and find the man staring back him at last. His gaze is hungry, and his pupils are blown almost fully black envelops his eyes.

"Permission to take you to the bed commander" he nearly growls

He can only nod now. He has unleashed the beast and its scared yet excited him.

James reached down all the while kicking his pants off the rest of the way, scooped him up and tossed him over his shoulder. He wouldn't complain over the rear end view he was getting. James had lifted him like a sack of potatoes and toss him on the bed like one as well.

He barley had the time to right himself before he felt the bed behind him dip and over his shoulder, he caught the look of the near feral beast crawling up the bed to meet him. He had only just rolled over as the wolf closed in on his target. He took the Barons shirt in both of his hands and ripped it easily in half. And his assault on his chest came just as fast and rough.

He nipped at his nipples and caught his mouth around the sensitive skin at the junction of his neck and throat. He let out a breathy moan. An encouragement to the beast making his assault on his body.

His mouth continued to explore his chest all while his very warm human hand twisted one of his nipples gently and rolled it between two fingers. His other hand mad its way to his ever-hardening mound in his sleep pants. He began groping at it.

"James please" he moans loudly. The onslaught his soldier was preforming on him was maddening. "pleeease" he pleaded.

"hmmmmm yes sir, tell me what more you want"

He wanted to moan more at that but bit his own tongue. "Use your mouth on me soldier" he groaned as James never stopped his ministration while waiting for his orders.

A breathy "yes sir" followed as his pants where also ripped apart. And quickly he felt one cold metallic hand on his abdomen. Shoving him into the bed. He wanted to buck up into the man's mouth but was stopped. The other hand came back and reached for his nipple again and rolled it harder between his two very warm fingers. All while his cock was now being thoroughly loved. He certainly was not going to last at all like this.

"Aaaaah James!" he moaned out heavily "Please I'm not going to!" and with a sharp pinch of his other nipple he began to shudder and bucked his hips as best he could under the hold of the vibranium arm holding down. "Jaaaames" he moaned loudly while spilling himself into the man's mouth.