AN: In which if Steve Rogers had come in five minutes earlier, he would have gotten an eyeful. (Captain America: Civil War)

Harry/Bucky

"Harry?"

"Yeah?" Harry turned around in his desk to look at James, noting the unusual expression on the other man's face. James Barnes, the assassin that Harry had found while liaising with another country, rocked back on his heels and dropped his hands to his sides, his fingers twitching. His metal arm flexed into a fist then released slowly. James had on a green hoodie and sweatpants, comfortable and warm clothes that kept him from remembering being forcibly put into cryostasis. "You okay?"

"I... want to try something," James replied quietly.

Harry stood up and slowly cautiously over to stand in front of James, hands loosely at his sides. "What's up?"

"HYDRA took things from me," James started, his cheeks more than a little red.

"Another memory's come up?"

James shook his head. "...No. But… I… can I try something with you?"

"Sure," Harry spoke, reaching out a hand, palm up. "Anything I can do to help."

James reached out too, placing his flesh palm in Harry's and closed the distance between them. Harry watched as James blinked, appearing to steady himself and reached up only a little to place his lips on Harry's then just as quickly stepped back. James peered down at the ground, his cheeks red with what might have been embarrassment or shyness.

Harry smiled softly, reaching out to tip James' chin up to lock eyes and keeping his hand there, cupping James' chin. James leaned into his palm, blue eyes looking pleadingly up at him.

"You're not doing this because you think it's expected or that you owe me, right?" Harry confirmed, his heart beginning to pick up at the emotions that he could see.

James shook his head. "Ever since you found me after Washington, D.C, I've been… wondering."

"Alright then. Consider your experiment reciprocated."

James snorted as Harry slowly moved into press his lips to James', wrapping his arms around the assassin's in a loose hold. One hand found its' way to lightly curl around James' neck, smoothing fingers through the hairs there and the other landed on James' chest.

The kiss deepened and James moaned into it, opening his mouth as Harry licked his way in. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop, okay?"

James nodded, almost trying to melt into Harry, trying to get closer. Harry slowly but surely backed James into the hallway of their small apartment, heading towards the bedroom. James started to pull off his sweatshirt on the way, looking to Harry for reassurance every step of the way.

"I don't care about your metal arm," Harry repeated, dropping a kiss on James' forehead as they stopped before the bed. "Or your scars. I have my fair share of them."

"I know, babe," James spoke, grinning at Harry's bemused look. "You have a very visible one on your forehead."

"Don't be a smartass," Harry retorted, reaching under James' shirt to finally get skin to skin. James inhaled sharply as Harry's hands stroked distracting circles, nudging James down to the bed. As Harry banished his own shirt, James shucked his shirt off beneath him and Harry lowered down to lick a line of kisses from throat up to his mouth.

James arched into him, moaning quietly, wrapping both arms around Harry and digging in as Harry moved, biting into James' neck before soothing it with a kiss. When their cocks rubbed against each other in the next moment, they both gasped. James' eyes went wide, blown with new found arousal. Harry grinned, his fingers moving down James' chest.

"HYDRA didn't take everything from you, it looks like," Harry whispered, lowering his head down to listen to James' heart race. James stilled and tugged Harry up for a feverish kiss, his body warm with sparks of pleasure racing all across his body as they moved together. He could feel his toes curling and arched up into Harry's hands as they wrapped around his cock, lightly sprinkling over his skin.

"You okay with this, James?" Harry asked quietly, his voice low but intense as he looked into James'- Bucky's eyes. "This kind of touch?"

Bucky grinned, breathing heavily as Harry's hand sped up, tightening a little in places like he was trying to figure out what kind of touch Bucky liked the most. "Course I'm okay with it. It's what I wanted."

Pleasure built up behind his eyes and at the base of his spine, his body tingling with it as Harry dipped his head in for another kiss.

"Bucky."

"Hmm?"

"It's my name," Bucky croaked out, as he felt the other of Harry's hands move underneath him and lightly hover over his ass. His cock was straining in Harry's hand as pre-cum flowed out and just as he felt a slick finger move into his hole, Harry lowered down to lick a stripe up his cock and Bucky saw stars, letting a strangled cry out and spiraling into release.

When he woke up, he was nestled in Harry's arms, underneath the blankets and safe. He was dressed in just his boxers but he was warm anyway, between Harry's body up next to his and the quilts, he wasn't cold at all. Pleasure was still racing throughout his body, sparks of pure bliss racing over his skin.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Harry murmured, looking down at him from where he was sitting up. Harry's green eyes were soft with affection and just a little… "So that's what you look like when you come. I had wondered. You're beautiful."

Bucky's cheeks reddened at the compliment and he would have grumbled out something when he heard movement. He narrowed his eyes, sitting up only to have sparks flare over his body in protect at the movement. His legs were loose and pliant and the only thing he wanted to do was lie in bed and maybe do more but apparently...

"I hear it too," Harry spoke.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "You're hearing isn't as good as mine."

"Sense it then. I sense movement," Harry muttered. "We have company. Want me to stall while you pack and dress?"

Bucky peered down at himself, already knowing where the things that he always took with him were, and nodded. He heard Harry move off the bed, loosely gripped his metal hand in reassurance before walking over to the living room. Bucky heard the door forcefully open and flinched, stilling and looking for the nearest gun while getting dressed.

"Uh, Bucky? You ready to see red, white and blue?"

"...Who are you?"

Steve's voice hit Bucky like a freight train, urging him to finish dressing. He stuck his hoodie back on and pants before going out to see his old best friend again.

"Harry Potter, nice to meet you too, Captain."

"Babe…"

"On it," Harry murmured, turning to look at Bucky as he walked over to stand next to him. Harry reached over to squeeze Bucky's flesh shoulder then went about packing their things, spelling their trunk open and waving his wand about. Not even hiding his magic at Bucky's hurried word.

Steve Rogers looked stunned as he glanced between them. "Bucky?"

"I've been busy."