The Smutty Sequel Part 6.

To Faith, who reviewed and gave me the idea. I couldn't respond to you, but THANKS!

This one's not as smutty as a lot of it. Not to say it's not smutty at all, but... well, read on and see!

Neither Clint nor Bucky expected that it would be Skye who woke them screaming in the dead of night. Both of them had more than their fair share of nightmares, but somehow they hadn't thought she would. Despite the scars on her stomach.

"No, Ward, no, no, NO!" she thrashed and screamed, and Clint leaned over her, pinning her arms down.

"Skye! Skye, wake up, it's me, it's Clint, you're safe with me and Bucky…"

Pinning her down made her worse, turned the screams into long, wordless animal howls. Dragging his metal arm, Bucky moved back and grabbed at Clint with the other. "Let go of her for Chrissake!"

Reluctantly, Clint let go and backed off, watching as Bucky hastily reactivated his arm. Skye's screams quieted into sobs, but he didn't dare touch her.

"Skye," Clint said steadily. "Skye, you need to wake up. You're safe, Skye, no one will hurt you."

"Ward, please don't," she sobbed, wrenching at his heartstrings with the terrified appeal in her voice.

"Who the fuck is Ward?" Bucky knelt opposite Clint, both of them on either side of Skye on the bed but careful not to touch her.

"Used to be the Specialist on Coulson's team. The assassin," Clint explained the term when Bucky frowned blankly. "He turned out to be HYDRA."

"What did he do to Skye?" they shared a dark look. "Is he still alive?"

"I believe so, yeah."

Skye had quieted, though tears were still trickling down her cheeks, and Bucky reached very tentatively to touch her shoulder. "Skye. Skye, wake up, doll."

Her eyelids fluttered open, she focussed on Bucky's face and with a wail she flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "He killed you! Oh God, he killed you both – Clint!" she looked around frantically.

"I'm here," he scrambled across, putting his arms around both of them. "Buck and I are here, we're both fine, you're fine, we've got you safe."

They murmured soothing words, rocking her between them, the whole embrace not in any way sexual despite the fact that all three of them were naked. Both men were too worried about Skye to feel arousal at that moment.

"What did Ward do to you, doll?" Bucky asked gently, once they had her lying down, her head pillowed on Clint's shoulder, both her hands wrapped tightly around Bucky's metal arm like the unfamiliar texture of it was the only thing anchoring her to the here and now.

Skye tensed.

"You need to tell us, doll. Did he hurt you?"

"Did he rape you?" Clint clarified, his voice low and hard. Mentally, he'd already written Grant Ward in beneath Ian Quinn on the list of targets he kept in his mind. But if Ward had raped Skye – well, there were no words for how much Clint would make him suffer first.

"No!" Skye twitched, startled. "No, he never did anything like that. He just – he – he made me like him. Made me trust him." She told them all of it, from her first days on the Bus, to Ward becoming her SO, how she'd fallen a little bit in love with him. Neither of them judged her, just listened quietly, watching with understanding expressions, as she stumbled through the awful realisation of Ward being a traitor, to the horrible stalker-ish way he'd been behaving ever since. And finally she told them about her father. About Puerto Rico and the underground temple, about the powers she'd developed and just as quickly learned to suppress.

"Where's Ward now, have you heard from him lately?" Clint asked when she finally wound down and stopped talking.

Skye nodded. "About a week ago. He sent me an email. It was just a street address, sent from a one-time freebie email account, but I know it was him. He's working with my father."

Bucky and Clint shared another grim look. "What's that address, sugar?"

"No!" she looked up at Clint. "You mustn't! Oh please – Clint, he'll kill you both, I saw you both dead in my dream, please, please don't…"

"Sshh," he kissed her to quiet her, stroking his hand into her hair and licking into her mouth lightly, playing with her tongue, deliberately distracting. "Do you really think we'd go alone?" he murmured at last, when the tension had gone from her body. "You're soul-bonded to two Avengers, sugar – yes, Bucky's one of us too, now, or he will be when he decides he's ready for action again. The rest of the team will be out for blood when they find out there's someone out there who's hurt you like this. Frankly I'll be quite surprised if Tasha and Steve aren't already out hunting him down."

"How would they know…?" Skye began, surprised.

"Come on, Skye, Coulson probably called Natasha before we left the building. Or I can guarantee she'd have been kicking the door down by now wanting to know why the hell Buck and I had gone AWOL with a girl we'd just met."

"Ain't that the truth," Bucky said with a laugh. "And Stevie would be holding her coat."

"And there's no way Natasha will let it go once Coulson tells her you're our third. She'll know more about your background than you do by now, I guarantee."

"That will not be difficult," Skye admitted.

"Trust us, Skye. Whatever Ward's done, he'll pay for it. We're the Avengers, that's what we do. We avenge what can't be saved, we make people pay for their sins. Grant Ward will pay for his, believe me."

Looking up into Clint's blue eyes, Skye believed every word. Bucky's arm was shifting minutely under her hands, clicking and whirring, and she could feel the tension in his body. "You two won't go after him on your own?" she asked for reassurance.

"No. And when we – that is, the Avengers – do go after him, we'll make sure you're safe. On Asgard, probably," Clint grinned slightly. "Sif and the Warriors Three make an awesome bodyguard squad."

Remembering Sif, Skye giggled. "I can imagine!" Of course, then she had to tell them about meeting Sif, and about Lorelei.

"Thor told us about her," Clint said, surprising her, though it shouldn't have. "Said Odin had her executed when Sif dragged her back."

"Good," Skye said, surprising herself slightly. But after Lorelei's possession of him had been when Ward changed towards her, she remembered. He'd started to exert himself to attract her, to show her his affection. She shivered, and both Clint and Bucky felt it. Warm, gentle hands stroked over her skin, low voices murmured with affectionate reassurance until she relaxed again.

She wanted more. Wanted to wipe out the dream of Clint and Bucky dead at her feet, Ward's hands rough on her body as he forced himself on her. Clint was flaccid against her hip, she could feel, but Bucky had deliberately tilted his hips away from her a few moments ago and she suspected he was aroused again.

"I want you," Skye told Bucky suddenly, running her hands down across his stomach. "Please. I need – I need to feel."

Bucky's eyes met Clint's over Skye's head, and the other man nodded quickly.

"Whatever you want, doll," Bucky said immediately, letting his hips roll back towards Skye. He'd only been half-aroused, in truth. It was impossible for his body not to show some interest, after being so long starved of touch, when she and Clint were pressed up against him like this, but what she'd been telling them would have been more than enough to dissuade him. He met Clint's eyes again, and Clint's lips moved.

She needs to take control.

Both Clint and Bucky could lip-read. It had been a necessary part of their training. A flick of Bucky's eyes was Clint's only answer, and then Bucky was easing to lie on his back.

"What do you need, sugar?" Clint said softly to Skye. "Whatever you want, you can have it. You can't hurt Bucky. I can't even raise a bruise on him generally."

She looked at him, startled. "Really?"

"Really. So if you need to take out your pain, your frustration – do it. Whatever you need."

"I don't know how," but her hands were shaking, and he could tell that she wanted something.

"I'll help you. Buck, what's your safe word?"

"Winter."

"You hear that, Skye? He says Winter, everything stops. Other than that, you do whatever you want."

Skye was shuddering, her breath coming in gasping pants. Clint let go of her, moved down to the end of the bed and came back with the leather belt Bucky had used to secure him to the bedpost earlier. "Here. Take it."

She took it. Doubled it slowly in her hand as Clint guided her. Looked at Bucky, lying back, both hands behind his head. "Are you sure, Bucky? This isn't – I don't want to hurt you."

"I very much doubt you can, doll," he grinned at her. "Clint told you earlier, remember? I like a bit of pain. Makes me feel good. Alive. Give me your best shot, sweetheart, and see what happens."

"Beautiful woman," Clint whispered, tracing gentle fingers down Skye's spine. "Powerful. So strong. The universe chose you to be mate for us, remember? You're the right one. You're strong enough."

Ward had always made her feel weak. Had always told her that she was never strong enough, never good enough, had belittled her efforts to improve her physical capabilities. He'd claimed he knew what was best, that he had to take care of her. Skye's hands moved outside her conscious control, and the doubled leather strap hissed down, striking hard across Bucky's bare chest.

"Oh, Jesus, yes!" Bucky's hips jerked, he swelled instantly to full arousal and his head tipped back, body arching up towards the blow. "Yes! Please, do that again!"

She did. Revelling in the sudden sense of power that washed over her. Clint stroked her back, murmuring encouragement, until she whipped her head around and glared at him. "You. Lie down."

He obeyed instantly, his head beside Bucky's hip where she pointed, and Skye straddled his face, seeing his lips curl in a smile even as she lowered herself. "Lick," she ordered.

Clint was very far from averse to that idea, so he obeyed enthusiastically. Skye was already wet, the act of taking control, of having both of them subservient to her wishes, exactly what she needed just then.

"Skye," Bucky moaned it, just as Skye was losing herself in the sensation of Clint's clever tongue delving deep inside her. "Please. Hit me again."

She did, but the blows had lost their force, her rage expended. The belt dropped from suddenly nerveless fingers, and Bucky realised what had happened and sat up, putting his arms around Skye, holding onto her. She grasped at his shoulders, moaning as Clint's mouth worked on her clit, sucking and swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud.

"Yeah. Ohhh, you're so good, Clint, so good…"

"Want to fuck your ass while he licks you out, doll," Bucky murmured. "Will you let me do that?"

Dazed, she nodded, not even thinking about how the logistics would work. Clint obviously heard Bucky's words, though, despite her thighs clamped around his ears, because he used strong hands on her hips to lift her slightly and started using longer licks, rimming her hole quickly before moving back up to her clit for a suck, and then repeating the action. Skye never even noticed Bucky letting go of her and moving off the bed.

He was back a moment later, lifting her. "Turn round."

Skye obeyed, realising what Bucky intended when he repositioned her over Clint's face, looking down the line of his body, her ass lifted, legs spread. She put her hands down on either side of Clint's body as Clint went back to work on her clit enthusiastically, humming his approval, one hand coming to join the party with long fingers sliding past his cheek and into her soaked, hot tunnel.

Bucky's fingers probed at her ass, cool and wet, and Skye let out a hiss as he slipped two of them inside quickly, scissoring to open her a little further.

"Tell me to stop if you need, Skye," he murmured, but she shook her head. Clint's other hand was clamped on her hip, holding her steady, and Bucky's metal hand came down to mirror it on the other side. Braced between them, Clint's expert tongue busy on her clit as Bucky gently worked her ass, Skye realised she was going to come again, and pretty quickly at this rate.

Clint made a low, hungry sound against her, and the vibrations rippled through Skye. She shuddered, letting out a needy sound of her own, and then Bucky moved.

Skye's mouth opened with shock as the tip of Bucky's cock pressed against her ass. He was slick with lube and had worked her open enough that she stretched to accommodate him, but – he felt huge. So thick and hard, such an unfamiliar feeling; there was a little bit of pain, but combined with the amazing sensations caused by Clint's tongue and lips – she cried out as Bucky finally eased the last little way inside her ass.

"So tight," Bucky gasped. "Jesus, Skye, so tight!"

"Bucky," Skye wailed, "move!"

He groaned, and Clint, hearing the desperation in the sound, redoubled his efforts, flicking his tongue against Skye's clit rhythmically in sync with Bucky's thrusts. It didn't take more than a few seconds before she cried out, her clit swelling and throbbing in his mouth, her passage squeezing hard on his fingers.

Bucky let out a strangled noise and Clint grinned, remembering how firmly her ass had tightened on his fingers earlier as she came. He slipped his fingers out of Skye and reached further back, angling his head to give himself more space, sliding his forearm through the gap between her legs until he could reach up and take Bucky's balls in his hand, rolling them gently in his fingers until he heard Bucky cry out, felt the pulse as the other man came hard.

Clint kept working his tongue over Skye gently until she shuddered and pressed her hand on his chest in a silent plea to stop. He twisted his head and wriggled out from under her, going to his knees and taking her into his arms as Bucky pulled back. Skye sagged against Clint, pressing her face into his chest.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Whatever you need, sugar, Bucky and I will always be here to give you," Clint promised as he eased her gently to lie down beside him.

Bucky slipped off the bed with a groan, heading for the bathroom. When he returned Clint could tell by the way he moved that he'd already disabled his arm again. Clint sighed. He was going to have to let Tony look at that arm. Maybe build in a lockdown mode controlled by JARVIS or something, so that Bucky didn't have to disable it completely when he wanted to sleep.

Bucky slipped back into bed on the other side of Skye, reached around her and laid his hand gently on Clint's arm. "You all right?" he asked quietly.

Clint grinned. He was aroused – who the hell wouldn't be, after that? – but certainly not desperate. He was tired enough to fall asleep again anyway. Morning would be soon enough.

"I'm good."

"You certainly are," Skye mumbled into his shoulder.

Bucky chuckled. "I told you that you'd like his mouth."

"Mmmm." She couldn't keep her eyes open. They were blissfully warm, tucked in close on either side of her. And she felt so good, relaxed and safer than she'd ever been in her life. Skye allowed her eyelids to close and drifted off into a sound, dreamless sleep.

It's getting feelsy, isn't it?

DAMMIT, this is NOT turning into another major plot. I am NOT writing this any further than the end of the weekend.

That said, it's not even Saturday morning with them yet!