For the next several days, it felt more like weeks with how slowly time wanted to crawl, Loki's overactive mind tormented him with the sounds of his Queen writhing below another man. The thickly reinforced cell walls, impenetrable glass barrier and layers upon layers of steel that made up each level within the facility weren't enough to keep their passion from reaching his trained ears. Was she doing this to him? Did she know what little he had seen that night? Trying to sleep was proving to be just as futile. He had to put an end to the torment. Sneaking an apparition up onto their converted floor, he found the source of his pain quite quickly. It was almost too easy, watching her saunter around the otherwise abandoned unit in nothing more than one of Sergeant Barnes' long sleeved henley shirts. The tightly knit black cotton fabric clung to her curves, leaving very little to the imagination as her hips swayed between each step she took to the beat of the music she played through the built in sound system. Her long black tresses were pulled up haphazardly in a messy bun, each stray flyaway strand seemingly more perfectly placed than the last. On one hand, it warmed the depths of his icy soul to see her so happy and carefree, and yet on the other hand it broke his heart to know he was not the reason for her smile. The fond look behind her eyes as she inhaled his cologne reminded him of when they used to sneak off from training during their stays in Olympus and those fond memories were more than enough of a push for him to decide what he would do next.
With no foreseeable sign of his competition, Loki makes his way into the kitchen after her. Each moment seemed to slow more than the last. He could almost taste her on his tongue and the thought alone drove him mad despite his exterior change. Watching her as she cooks, dancing in place with her back to him, his heart drummed heavily against his ribcage with every perfectly timed shift of her hips. His mouth became dangerously dry as his mind blanked outside of the need to feel her against him, and yet he wouldn't. Reaching for her, his newly metallic left hand trails down her spine. She shivers with a soft moan as he steps behind her fully, trapping her between him and the counter. She tilts her hips slightly, pressing her ass back into his groin as his fingers slide under the shirt. Slowly, relishing in every inch of her body he was able to reveal as his fingers crawled up her body to settle just below her ribs at her waistline where they sunk hungrily into her flesh. She didn't budge at the bruising nature of his greed as he had expected when using new his metallic digits, but rather melted into him. She moans outright, deliberately trying to be heard over the chorus as she molds herself against his chest. Of course she had the placement memorized. Of course she knew what to look for in his mannerisms when he spins her around to face him, picking her up and sitting her on the counter. She shivers as her heated flesh touches the cold, unused granite top, spreading her long legs to make room for him on instinct. Loki refused to acknowledge the thought that this had to have played out step by agonizing step before for her to move so fluidly with him, and yet seeing the hunger in her eyes begged him to let his guard down. He needed her to see him as he was, not this facade he wore to give her a taste of the same medicine she very well may not even realize she was shoveling down his throat for days now.
The real problem, however, didn't come until his lips found her pulse. Breathily, she begged him to bite her. When he hesitated, she hooks her legs around his thighs and pulls him deeper into her.
"Please." She whines, her nails stuttering against the fabric of his shirt as she clutches it tight in her hands. With that, he lost every ounce of control he held onto so desperately before pulling the collar of her shirt to the side and sinking his teeth into her flesh. She groans, her hands pulling at him any way she could as if she couldn't get him close enough, allowing her body to welcome his touch as his fingers slide up her spine once more to force her into his chest. He wraps the arm around her waist to keep her against him as his free hand wraps her legs around his waist, pulling her from the counter top to carry her into the living room where he laid her on the Persian rug in front of the fireplace. His fingers stuttered over the scar on her right hip as he pulled away to look at her. The fire illuminated the thinly carved initials of the portrait he wore on the edge of her hip, at the very top of her thigh. She never used to like knives much more than the silly tricks he could do with them. Tilting his head slightly, losing himself in his train of thought as he traces the lines as if they were cracks in her porcelain, he wondered what else had changed about her.
"My love?" She breathes, her heavenly touch pulling him from the dangerous thoughts that plagued his mind as she slowly pushes her hands up under the tight black shirt he had once seen James wearing that caught her eye. He smirks slightly, allowing her to pull the shirt over his head before she kisses along the scars that decorated the shore of where his vibranium appendage melded into his flesh. It wasn't until she heard the sound of the elevator ding and open for their floor that she hisses in annoyance. With one last kiss, angrily pressed to his lips, she vales his half naked body. Within the forces of her power, he became invisible as she rushes to wraps a blanket around her lower half, humming to the music once more with her back to the entrance of the room as if she had lost herself in the music and the heat of the flames. Ignoring the sounds of heavy footsteps, she didn't acknowledge the person coming into the floor until they dropped to their knees behind her onto the makeshift cushion she had provided with the thick blanket and rug.
"Cold, Angel?" He whispers. His voice was thick with an odd mixture of desire and exhaustion as he leaned into her, kissing up her shoulder as his toned thighs rested against her lower back. The reinforced fabric of his black, battle-ready cargo pants scratches against her skin as he presses his growing excitement into her. Her stomach sank at the realization that her love had never actually been on the unit to begin with. He was still training with Steve as he had promised her in the note he left earlier that morning. Suddenly feeling sick, she leans back into him for support. He could feel the shift in her as she held the arm that wrapped around the front of her against her abdomen as if his presence alone would be enough to quell the nausea.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asks, suddenly concerned as he shifts to sit within her reach. With that, she feels the apparition pull free from her protection, bringing tears to her eyes. She felt unclean as his camouflaged fingerprints seemed to weigh heavily against her weakening resolve. She couldn't bear to look at him. To see those eyes so full of love and concern so misplaced upon her betrayal. As the anger welled in her chest, her skin seemed to burn where his teeth branded her neck. Her hand flew just below her pulse, tracing over the sensitive spot as her body fought to combat the usual arousal he was met with with the realization that she had been manipulated.
"Baby," He started, slowly easing her hand from her neck to look at the reddened area. "who did this to you?" He tries his best not to overwhelm her with his own rising fury, shifting closer in hopes of offering her any sort of comfort she may find in him.
"L-Loki." She begins, shifting quickly with her hands pulled to her chest as if they could protect her heart from any further damage. "I'm so sorry, James. Please. I-he used his magic to look like you. It's been so long since I've seen those tricks. I know that's not an excuse, but I-I thought you finished training early. I-I wasn't thinking…I should've known." She rambles on, the tears becoming harder and harder to control through the conflicting emotions.
Despite the rage that threatened to consume him knowing that Loki dared to touch his girl, Bucky remained calm as he pulled her into his lap. He wraps the blanket around her as he hushes her, rocking back and forth slowly. Kissing her hair, he exhales, "It's alright, sweetheart. It's not your fault. I'm not mad." He continues to repeat himself until she seems to stabilize under the weight of what had transpired, looking up at him finally. She didn't understand how she managed to be loved by such a kind, forgiving man, but made a mental note to thank Hera and Aphrodite for their hand in what was her most passionate partnership.
She straightens in his lap, kissing him repeatedly as if she had everything in the world to thank him for. With every kiss, the tension in their bodies melted. It wasn't until his hands cupped either side of her face to hold her still as he kissed her deeply, almost desperate to demonstrate to her very soul and every insecure thought in her mind who she belonged to, that she finally allowed herself the release that came with the breathily moan he swallowed. Regardless of the sweat that dampened his navy blue shirt, he pressed himself against her, begging her to let him wipe away every trace of the God. He knew all too well that her mind would latch onto every disguised caress to tear her apart. With ease, he wraps his arm around her waist, sliding his hand up her spine to flatten his palm against her back between her shoulder blades to keep her pressed against him. Taking the hint, she wraps her legs around his waist, her arms snaking around his neck while her fingers tangle into his hair as he shifts to lay her on the lush rug.
"James," She breathes, shivering as he pushes up the Henley she had borrowed, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her nipple. He pulls away, allowing her to peel his shirt from his hot, sticky skin, leaning over her trapped between his arms.
"Don't be gentle." She smiles wickedly, her eyes flashing silver as her fingers dance through the chain of his dog tags, pulling him down to kiss her roughly. He moans, biting her bottom lip as her hands tug at the familiar clip of the weapons belt that laid over the fastened center of his waistband. While forcing his anger forward through his aggression, he knew she needed this. She needed a way to work through her own emotions and he happily became her playground. Despite not wanting her to know how this side of her made him feel, he relished in her touch. He couldn't hide from her. This animalistic need that tore through anything in her path was like a drug. She was wild, starving for every fleeting touch he'd grace her with as if she hadn't felt him against her in months. He loved the way her eyes fluttered over every inch of him. It wasn't predatory in the disgusting way people had gawked at him while he was Hydra's mindless zombie. To her, he was marble. Smiling to himself, he remembered how she had once spoke of the statues in museums and how he belonged under the same category. To her, he was magnificent in every aspect of the word. While her eyes held a dangerous mix of wonder and pain as her fingers brush featherlight strokes over his scars, he could feel her trembling. Just as he couldn't hide from her, nor could she. He knew that hateful voice trapped within her mind was rambling negativities that fought to tear her even further apart, but in his arms, she was whole.
As much as he wanted to make love to her, to fight away every negative thought running laps within her skull, he knew at this moment, she needed something more. She needed to prove a point. Something her sweet soldier wasn't equipped for so soon after such an intense training session. Those bright, glowing eyes called for her weapon.
"Let him watch." He huffs, just short of a territorial growl, taking his favorite knife from his boot. She watches it twirl between his fingers before stabbing it deep into the tiles beside her head. It thrilled her to see him let loose like this, the wild mixture of danger and lust that consumed him was intoxicating. His fingers cradle the back of her head as she kisses over his scars, watching as her powers flood the floor. Within seconds, the floor was locked down, leaving no interruptions and no way for his team to spy on their whereabouts. All that remained was the apparition she forced into the loveseat across the room.
"She doesn't like knives." The apparition spat as if it was a disgusting sight to have the blade within her presence. Slowly, the shadowed mists seep into each crevice left by the panels and gold lining of his most dangerous feature, giving him back every sensation he was stripped of as the bionic touch ghosts over her throat. Her fingers grip his cold wrist, her nerves dancing under her skin with anticipation as his right hand dips between her thighs.
"She's not yours anymore, your highness." Bucky chuckles with a smirk, groaning as his fingers simultaneously overstimulate her senses. The chill of his metallic fingers tightening around her throat, tilting her head back toward her famed ex, as his other hand slides down deeper between her thighs just enough to tease her entrance. Arching her back, she wordlessly begs for him to give her more, but where Loki had used his visage to get her warmed up, he had just begun.
Keeping the initials that scarred her hip in his line of sight, Bucky continued for what felt like hours teasing her with touches that were never quite placed right or deep enough until she let herself go. She needed him, it wasn't a matter of want or pure desire anymore. Her silver eyes glowed bright in the shadows of her strength as she shifted to pin him down below her. He recognized the brief moment of hesitation in her eyes as she traced the angry red scars scattered along the chest plate of his left shoulder. No matter how badly she needed him, she would always be afraid of harming him.
"Let go." He breathes, his thumbs massaging circles into her waist as he holds onto her. "Take what you need, Goddess. I am yours." He begins to worship her, sitting up slightly to kiss along her chest. He had long since stripped her of the only shield she had to prying eyes, and yet writhing at his fingertips she no longer seemed to care. With her positioned so delicately in his lap, she snaps her fingers to force what barrier between them remained to vanish. Shuddering at the sudden contact of naked skin, Bucky rolls his hips up into her. She smiles wickedly at the neediness that radiated from his touch, her fangs elongating slowly. He grins, sitting up to hold her against his chest. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, her nails piercing his skin as her hunger consumes her.
"Sergeant Barnes." Loki's voice broke through her haze, cloaking her in a guilt that twisted her insides at the notion of how ravenous she was for him. She snarls at the apparition, baring her fangs like a guard dog protecting what's theirs as she pushes him back against the floor. Watching her claim him made Bucky's heart skip a beat as his fingers tangled in her hair.
"I'm yours, Princess. All yours." He whispers, turning her attention back to him. Kissing up his chest, she lets her talons sink into his hips as she struggles to hold him still once her fangs pierce his chest. He winced slightly, exhaling in a breathy laugh as the adrenaline kicked the erotic sensation her power masks his discomfort in faster. With one hand cradling her skull, his free hand held her hips as he shifted slightly to reposition himself underneath her. Pushed between her hot, wet center, he was struggling to contain himself. He needed to be patient for her, to let her take control, but with each shuddered breath he felt himself pulse deeper just below her bundle of nerves. She whines softly, licking the wound clean before continuing to kiss up his neck where she left bright pink bruises scattered over his pulse. Her own resolve was slipping as she clawed at the rug below him, grinding down along his length to give herself the delicious friction his teasing refused to offer her. She managed to control herself, masking the involuntary muscle spasms as shivers once his head pushed ever so slightly against her entrance as if begging for acceptance. It drove her mad to think he had to ask her for permission. She'd gladly allow him to use her in the most vile ways with just a hint of need in those steel blue eyes. Hearing her moan for him as he shifts, slowly brushing his length over her clit, was all it took for his restraint to snap, forcing him to recollect himself and thrust roughly up into her once she was seated back on her throne. This is where she belonged. She had never understood Troy or the desire to fight for a woman, even her ever beautiful friend in Aphrodite, but here she understood completely why people went mad for those they loved. Regardless of the notion that her thirst for him was so primal she feared she'd never be able to satiate the hunger, she knew he was worth every agonizing moment of practice. Shifting to pin her down, he chuckles faintly at the way she clawed at his back as if she couldn't get him close enough. Leaning over her, tucking hair behind her ear, he silently promised to never leave her wanting in any capacity again. Seventy years of this dance between them and yet, her eyes still shine for him. This is the love he was missing from the girls in Brooklyn. This was the fervor his serumed stamina needed. She was perfect and he'd take as long as he needed to remind her of that siren perfection she exudes for him every time.
"Use your words, my Angel. What do you need?" He hums, the accent he had picked up in Russia slipping slightly as he returns her favor by cutting a thin line above her right breast to lap up the blood. She moans, arching her back and rolling her hips up into him, ignoring his need to let her adjust to his impressive stature. At this moment, she craved the unsettled burn. This was the passion she rarely saw in her God. Despite the difference in maturity, brushing off the memories of their childish game of cat and mouse, the need that bubbles below James' control, forever threatening to tear the room apart to taste the ecstasy of her skin, was what she craved.
"Please." She begs him, her muscles finally relaxing under him as she gives in to the switch silently initiated between them. He smirks as he pulls away, his cold digits wrapping around her throat once more. Her eyes rolled back in pure bliss as his hips snapped once roughly into her, his fingers tightening on either side of her throat as he tilts her head back toward her ex. The lewd noise that escaped her parted lips surprised even the Goddess herself as she was being driven further and further into madness.
"Say it." He growls, licking the blood from his lips slowly as if it was a precious strawberry wine he refused to waste. The animalistic motion made Loki sick and yet the way she begged for him was something he hadn't experienced before. He had never seen her so submissive to anyone, let alone a man this far out of her league. Hearing her plead with him, whining, "More, please Jamie, I need more." as if she were on the verge of tears was incredible. Soon the torturous nature of the act became intriguing, giving Loki the chance to study just how much his Queen had changed, but what he wasn't prepared for was the way it would ultimately break his heart. Watching her this way, so entangled and enticed by another man, was something he often tortured himself with, but the way she fluidly shifted back and forth within his hold between this submissive pet to the regal warrior he had come to fear was something he wasn't prepared for. He had never seen her melt into someone so effortlessly. Not even himself. Her moans, release after exhausting release, became muffled in his ears as if he were drowning by the eighth round of chasing their own highs. Soon enough, she allowed the poor soldier to collapse in her arms, and he smirked knowing all too well the days that they had spent locked away in Olympus. Chuckling to himself, he leaned forward to touch her slickened skin, moist with sweat and blood, in hopes of drawing those ethereal eyes towards himself when the cold metal of James' left hand wraps around his wrist roughly. As hungry as he had become for the drunken look in her eyes, Loki snarled a warning at the soldier who dared to prevent him from touching what would forever belong to him.
"Don't touch her." He growls breathlessly, no doubt crushing the bones in his forearm as she sits back slightly to look up at him. With a dreamy, satisfied smile she hums "truthfully, my love, I'm surprised you're still here. My power left the floor hours ago." The realization of her release shattered him almost as much as the weight of the endearing pet name had. He wished that blissed out expression was smiling up at him. It wasn't fair, but nevertheless, he finally pulled himself together to the sound of James' exhausted chuckle taunting him.
Hours later, the cameras flash a warning within the lab as another body enters the holding chambers below. Just as the Avengers gather to see who it could be, the doors and windows are seemingly locked tight to the compound.
"Loki." The voice hums from the shadowed figure as they sit outside his glass enclosure just as Bucky joins the team under the hushed whispers of what had happened below the blackened screens on his floor.
"It's time I free myself." Selene nods, forcing him closer with a thin mist. He rolls his eyes as she forces him to sit across from her on the cell floor.
"Haven't you done that enough? I've been subjected to this idiocy for hours now, my darling, I've had my fill of Sergeant Barnes." He groans in annoyance,struggling to hide his own anguish. "But, if he's not satisfying you as much as you'd like him to believe, I'd be more than happy to pick up his slack." He chuckles, smirking toward the camera knowingly.
"I hate you." She starts with a heavy groan, combing her fingers through her hair to pull it up out of her face.
"I know." He chuckles proudly, shifting forward arrogantly. Despite the arrogance he chose to display, she could see his eyes fluttering over her longingly. Smirking to herself, she watched as those green eyes fought to hide the memories he replayed as they wandered over her skin. Admittedly, she found it amusing that he'd never know what the woman she had become could do in the right hands. She growls, cutting his interruption short with a quick flick of her wrist.
"I hate you and yet here I am." She sighs, tilting her head.
"From what I've heard, there is a thin line between hatred and love, my sweet." He mocks her, the pain he felt watching her displaying in his eyes as cold, dead and heartless. With tears in her eyes she shakes her head.
"There were times I wished you had actually ripped my heart from my chest to put me out of my misery." She explains, losing herself in her own pain too much to care about staying strong.
"And yet every time I died, begging you to love me enough to save me, I found others to do just that." She smiles fondly, playing with the edge of her gown.
"No matter how temporary our time may have been together, they managed to remind me that I was worth something." She laughs almost deliriously.
"Falcon gave me my beautiful Regina and James…" She stops for a moment to glare into his cold icy stare.
"James is everything you're not." She huffs, her tone shaking within the remnants of her blissed out haze.
"So he's my replacement? How charming." He chuckles. She laughs, wrapping her mist around his throat to strangle off the mocking sound.
"Only due to the difference in time. So I must thank you for freeing me." She smiles genuinely.
"Your fingerprints will never again taint my skin but know…" She leans closer to the glass instinctively as if it would allow him to better hear her. "when you dream of me and what we had, know that it is James' name that pours from my lips. It is his touch I crave." She taunts him. He smirks and slams his hand onto the glass.
"You want him so badly to replace me in your mind. You'll never forget the taste of me, my dear." He laughs, an apparition appearing behind her to pull her from the grated stairway into him. She smirks and straightens, speaking a dead language as the mist consumes him, forcing him to become whole once more. He growls, thrashing violently against her restraints as she fills his mind with every moment she had ever called out for her beloved soldier in ecstasy.
"He can't replace me! You're mine! Mine!" He roars repeatedly, beating on the glass like a rabid animal to the sound of her laughter.
"As you've seen, he already has." With that, she releases him and vanishes into her mist once more. Slowly, the compound is set free and everyone trapped within the lab turns to Bucky.
"What the hell was that?" Tony groans, tilting his head. Bucky laughs, pulling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows as he steps back from the group. Truthfully, he didn't know how to answer that question without saying far too much. So, in deciding to stay quiet, he simply hangs the weapons belt he had forgotten to take off after training up in the hook for their gear before heading back up to his floor where he assumed she'd be waiting.