from ao for TTS

by The-Geek-Who-Lived

for TTS

8. Bucky x OFC (TBC)

Hidden Desire

TeVau

Summary:

There were many brothels in Russia, but only one of them caught Alexander Pierce's attention. What kind of man would he be, if he denied the best of the female body to his most loyal soldier? But who could have expected that an insignificant girl was able to cast her spell over his puppet in such a short amount of time?

Notes:

A translation of Hidden Desire by BewitchedRaven

Hello everyone :)

I wrote this story at the beginning of 2020 and I thought other people would like to read it. This ff was originally written in my native language – German. So, if you're German as well just click on this link .de/s/5deebbfb00045ffc13d83f57/1/Hidden-Desire and you can read it on my other account.

For everyone who doesn't speak German: I translated it myself. Even though I would like to say that I speak English fluently, I still make many mistakes or create sentences that just sound incorrect. That's why I need a beta as fast as possible, because I really want to show you the whole potential this story has, but in a beautiful written way.

To be honest, I don't really know what a beta is for, but maybe they also help with spelling errors etc. I just hope someone takes pity and helps me... :/

I hope you can enjoy my FanFiction, even when it has some major flaws in form of grammar and the likes. Hopefully I can find someone who has the time and energy to connect with me and work through the text. :)

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The first encounter

Chapter Text

Madame Lémieux was not a good-natured woman. She was strict and had many rules that her employees had to follow in order to not upset the proud Frenchwoman. Everyone always kept to a strict plan so that the routine of the trendy brothel did not get out of hand and to maintain the good reputation among its loyal visitors.

Every day at eight o'clock, when the sun has already set in Russia, Madame Lémieux' protégés should sit at their dressing tables and put on their make-up for the night. Half an hour later they had to be dressed and ready to go. Since it was such a small time window, every now and then a girl would be a couple minutes late and that's when they get called out on it in front of their fellow sex workers and received small punishments.

Usually the dancers practiced some of their most complicated positions on the pole before the show starts, while the youngest girls prepared to serve the male clientele and the prostitutes looked in the mirror for one last time to repair the tiniest flaws in their make-up and to mentally prepare for their assigned roles. After all, they were the main attraction of the Maison de plaisir.

Despite the many restrictions and humiliating punishments received after a rule violation, most women were happy to have ended up here. Simply because no other brothel owner in this city also set strict guidelines for visitors.

Under no circumstances were dancers to be touched by their audience during a show – the same applied for the young waitresses, who, at thirteen and fourteen, were considered too young and innocent even in a Russian brothel. Even the prostitutes received protection from Madame Lémieux' security, if customers treated the young women too roughly during the act. It is said from behind the hand that the French woman had a terrible experience with three men back in her days and that's why she paid so much attention to the safety of her "mentorés".

The age range of employees at the Maison de plaisir ranged between thirteen to twenty-nine years, with girls under fifteen not used for sex work. At the age of sixteen, however, they had to prepare to offer their services to paying clients. Only those who did particularly well in dance training were sent on stage and rarely had to go to one of the back rooms with a customer.

Iljana Bolschakow was not one of the lucky ones who were able to loll about the bars in the most exotic way, far from any customer. But the girl couldn't really complain. She was one of a few who enchanted a rich businessman with her body and therefore hardly had to deal with drunken miners and the like.

When she was supposed to take her first client to a room almost two years ago, she was about to have a meltdown since she was so relieved when he decided to not throw her on the bed and take what he had paid for. Instead, he burst into tears and told her about his wife, who cheated on him with a business partner and how he actually wanted to take revenge on her by sleeping with a much younger woman. However, the fact that the girl reminded him of his eldest daughter brought the family father back to his senses. Ana was not deflowered that night; and even in the following weeks he paid to see and not touch her. Dimitri Sorokin came back every day just to talk to her about himself and his life, and then, after a particularly disastrous meeting with his manager, he finally took what he had long been entitled to. Since then he has always paid a high amount of money to the Maison de plaisir so that Iljana only offered her services to him.

A couple of the other girls didn't want to have anything to do with the young Russian anymore because of that. They were jealous that she only had to share her bed with one man and otherwise wriggle herself out of reach for the other suitors. But her luck was ultimately taken away from her on the day Dimitri committed suicide. On the same evening Madame Lémieux also assigned Iljana a new role. Her once long, almost white bleached hair was cut off to her shoulders and was now curled in a seductive red-brown. Her ruffled pink dress was now worn by Palina, a small Polish woman with huge blue eyes who giggled at every joke a potential customer made.

Ana got a new dress, which matched her new image much better. It was pitch black and covered her curves like a second skin. Although it had a long cut, it did not look a bit prudish and that's exactly what Madame Lémieux wanted. The young Russian was too tall for her school girl disguise and almost scared men away with her height, but her long, slender legs turned some people's heads as she confidently presented her new, elegant outfit. Iljana would be satisfied with this change – well, no one in this business would have accepted a "no" – but precisely because of this dress and her new role, she was not in the preparation room with the others, but instead stood in front of the office of her Maquereau and let Agnessa wipe away the tears from under her already slightly swollen eyes.

"Pull yourself together, Ana," the older of the two hissed, dabbing at the girl's cheek with a white handkerchief. "You're ruining your make-up."

The tremor in her voice and the trembling of her hand revealed the actual state of mind of her native Slovak friend, but Iljana only pressed her blood-red-painted lips together and tried frantically to calm down.

Yesterday, Oleg, one of Madame Lémieux' bodyguards, brought the seventeen-year-old to the Frenchwoman. It was the first time that the Russian could see anything other than pride and self-confidence on the older woman's face. Her worried look frightened Ana more than any threat she had ever heard from her. When Madame Lémieux revealed her concern, the girl collapsed in front of her and was only able to speak properly after an hour, when her sobbing calmed down.

"Nessa, don't you remember what happened to the Roux?"

It felt like ice-cold water was pouring down her back and Ana shuddered at the thought of the beaten-up faces and deep cuts all over the bodies of the Alexeyev-twins.

A competitive brothel, called Roux, on the other side of the city, had done business with a secret unnamed organization a few years ago. Two of the prettiest escort ladies were to be picked up by a driver and had to offer their services for a few hours. After several days both sisters were found near a large construction site – completely apathetic and so distraught that one never said a word again and the other was crouched in an institution till this day and, according to rumors, painted on the walls with her excrements.

None of the brothel owners have made a deal with this organization since, which is why it was all the more shocking that Madame Lémieux agreed to one. What Iljana didn't know was that her Maquereau was far from agreeing. She certainly didn't want to hand over one of her most precious girls to these animals, but if anyone was more frightening than Madame Lémieux, then it was Alexander Pierce. And if Pierce wanted her most robust prostitute for his best man, then he will have her.

"Hey, look at me, маленькая сестра," whispered Agnessa and gently pushed Ana's chin up with one hand. "You are the strongest and smartest girl among all of us. If anyone can survive this, then it is you." The twenty-five-year-old then hugged the younger girl and stroked her back soothingly. Since Iljana's change of image, the Slovak had taken the teenager under her wing and shown her how to make herself appeal to men faster and more effectively. Both have become inseparable over the past few months. Agnessa intended to simply take the young Russian with her when her contract with Madame Lémieux expired when she turns thirty. It was a nice thought that filled both of them with hope, but they also knew that it was purely suicidal. Nobody could leave before the contract expired, and even if you lasted until thirty, the next one would come and force you to work as a housekeeper for a wealthy family. Slavery never stopped for people like Iljana.

The door to the office opened and Nessa hastily whispered "take care" and reluctantly scurried back to the preparation room so that she would not be punished for her absence. Iljana was now alone in the hallway, staring spellbound at a man who was almost two heads taller than her. Oleg sighed and put a hand on Ana's shoulder and squeezed it lightly. That was all of his compassion he could show her for the moment. The Russian understood and quickly blinked away new tears that tried to escape her eyes.

"Iljana," a firm voice behind the huge bodyguard shook Ana out of her miserable thoughts. "Will you ever be on time?" Madame Lémieux came out of her office and looked down at the elegant dressed-up girl. The teenager apologized and looked down at the floor.

"I'm sorry, Madame, it took me longer to prepare."

If Ana would dare to look at the Frenchwoman's gaze, she would be able to see her short understanding nod. The older woman sighed and put on her typical proud expression.

"A driver is waiting downstairs for you and Oleg. You two will be taken to an unknown location and will be brought back after you're done with your service – you might be blindfolded for the trip, so please be prepared for that. Oleg will be by your side throughout the whole process, Iljana," she added quickly when she saw the girls trembling lips, "Your services are only used for an hour; not a second longer. As soon as you are back, I expect you to report everything to me that has happened while you were there. After that, you are excused from work for the rest of the night." Madame Lémieux looked down at her with a frown. "If someone tries to harm you, you have my permission to break as many noses as you want."

The French woman referred to the incident with Ivan, a regular of the house. A few nights ago, he didn't want to let the seventeen-year-old out of her room after his time with her had ended, and instead of simply giving in, Ana slapped him across the face with such a force that his crooked nose was even more crooked than before.

A few of the other guests had been in their immediate vicinity and, as luck would have it, there was a henchman from Alexander Pierce among them. If she had given Ivan only five more minutes, Pierce would have never heard of her temperamental nature and the Russian would not be in this terrible situation.

Iljana nodded after a moment and muttered a depressed "okay". And with that she and Oleg set off.

The journey was calm and dark. Madame Lémieux hadn't joked when she warned the two of them about the possibility of a blindfold. Even though Ana was trembling with fear and tightening her oversized fur coat around her body, she was still worried about her mascara, which was most likely smeared by the fabric over her eyes.

The car stopped after about half an hour. Both, prostitute and bodyguard, were released from the bandages that kept them from seeing where they were going. Iljana blinked a few times until her eyes got used to the bright light. She looked around and realized she was in some kind of warehouse. Where the hell were they? The Russian had expected a motel or maybe even a nicely decorated house, but a dirty warehouse was an insult even to a prostitute of her caliber.

„Move," growled the man who had blindfolded her. He pushed Iljana in the direction of the steel doors of an elevator. Stumbling slightly, she followed his abrupt instruction and entered the old lift after the doors opened with a soft bing.

Ana slowly counted to four and almost loudly gasped when the elevator came to an abrupt halt. She gathered up that little bit of courage she still had left in her body, lifted her head dignified and walked ahead as confidently as possible. They were in an almost lonely corridor now. Just one uniformed man stood at the end, next to another metal door.

„Name?" He asked, peering down at the seventeen-year-old's clothes when they came closer.

"Uh," confused she looked briefly at Oleg and back at the man, "Iljana Bolschakow?"

Without turning his face, he turned to a green grid and put his hand up on it. A strange noise came from the door and barely a second later something clicked and it was pushed open as if by magic. Perplexed, the Russian stared at the uniformed man and frowned when she found a white symbol on his left breast. It looked like a skull with... were those tentacles?

Before she could think about what she had seen, she was already pushed from behind and with a bad feeling in her gut she set foot into the next corridor. However, this time they didn't run to the end. The rude man behind her grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her back as she tried to walk past the second door. Obviously annoyed, the guard pulled a keychain out of his pocket.

"In here," was all he said and with a click the door opened up. Oleg started to step into the room, but was stopped by the guard. "Just her."

Iljana's heart jumped and her body trembled from fear immediately. She didn't want to be alone with whoever she was about to meet. Unfortunately, she had no choice. Ana looked up to Oleg one last time and nodded slightly before slipping through the door frame into the darkened room.

„And if I were you, I wouldn't be talking too much. He doesn't answer anyway, "croaked the man behind her. "Oh, and he was told to not unnecessarily hurt you, as agreed with your pimp. Hm, let's see if he keeps his promise, shall we?… Have fun. " With these shattering words, the guard closed the door with a grin on his ugly face. The faint jiggling of his keys was followed by the unmistakable sound of locks clicking into place.

Even after a couple seconds, she was still staring at the spot where the guard was standing just a moment ago and swallowed hard. Her heart contracted painfully in her chest as she slowly turned around and absorbed her surroundings.

She was in a very simple room. The walls were not wallpapered and the floor looked as if it had never been cleaned. There was a lonely metal table in the middle of the room, a single chair was leaning against it. On the opposite side was an old bed with sheets that were torn. What the hell was this? A torture chamber? Her eyes darted over the three pieces of furniture in confusion. Was this a joke? She had no problem sitting alone in a room for an hour, but why would someone pay for her service and go for these lengths to bring her here?

Iljana snorted and turned back to the door to ask if she could have a book. But when she turned her head to the side, she looked straight into a pair of ice-blue eyes. Ana screamed and leapt backwards. Wild curses found their way out of her mouth and in horror she slapped a hand against her rapidly beating heart.

A man with jet black hair sat in a second chair in the corner by the door, watching Iljana intently. A mask covered half of his face, but it wasn't his face that caught Ana's full attention. His left arm gleamed metallic in the dim light and was the perfect contrast to his black combat clothing. He looked like he had jumped out of a really scary Thriller.

"Oh, shit," the Russian whispered, eyes wide with fear. The man didn't even respond. He just sat in his chair and fixed her with his piercing gaze. Her mouth grew dry while her hands sweated uncomfortably. Neither of them moved for a few seconds until Iljana cleared her throat and looked nervously around the room.

"I- uh- do you want me to undress?"

What a stupid question. Of course she should undress, that's why she was brought here. If Madame Lémieux saw her now, she would be scolded until the sun rises. After all, she and the other girls should always stay in their roles, no matter what situation they were in. But Ana would love to see how confident the Frenchwoman would be if she were locked in a room with this man.

Iljana hesitantly shook the coat from her shoulders and carefully placed it over her arm. Usually she would drop it theatrically on the floor in front of a customer, but it was so dirty here that she didn't want to see her new outfit lying in the dirt under any circumstances. Slowly she stepped up to the table and carefully placed the coat on top, all the while the man's eyes watched her every move. Goosebumps spread uncomfortably over her entire body. This man radiated an aura that could only be described with the word "danger".

"S-should I take off more or do you want to do that?" She didn't know where she found the guts to ask him questions, but Ana still had a job to do. If she died through the hand of this man today, she would to go to heaven as a heroine. No matter how many men she already had before marriage.

As expected, he didn't answer her. Her fear slowly faded and was replaced by impatience. She had no desire to let the mask freak have his go on her, but at least he could show some decency and answer a simple question. After all, even the most disgusting crooks did.

Eyes still fixed on his metal arm, she pulled the black evening dress over her head and dropped it on the table next to the fur coat. Now she was standing only a few feet in front of him, dressed in her fine underwear and elegant high heels. She nervously gritted her teeth.

"If I'm not your type, you can say it. I would definitely not complain." Again no answer, but for a moment his cold eyes wandered down her long body and then shot up to the girl's face.

Iljana's heart pounded hard in her chest as she took a step towards him. No reaction. She put one foot in front of the other, one by one, until she was an arm's length away and prayed that he would not attack her. He reminded her of a wild animal, waiting for the perfect moment to charge. She tried to stay calm and told herself that it was just a job. Just like every other one – just a job.

"I'm going to sit on your lap now, okay?"

As expected, she didn't get an answer. She carefully moved forward and lifted her right leg up so that she could swing it over him and climb onto his lap without any problems. Now she was standing in immediate proximity and touched his thighs with her knees. From the corner of her eye, Iljana saw his metal hand twitch. She immediately realized that this wasn't a good idea and hastily removed herself from him. Stumbling, she took a few steps back and tried to suppress the trembling of her body.

"You- you don't want me to touch you, do you?"

Not expecting an answer, she stepped back, not taking her eyes off the man. She reached the table where her dress laid upon. Does he even blink? What kind of freak show was this? As quickly as she could, she put the dress back over her head and pulled it down. The whole time the man didn't move and kept staring at Iljana.

This situation seemed so unreal to the girl. She had expected everything that night, but that her client didn't even want to touch her was too good to be true. Ana crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the ground, embarrassed that he had seen her so vulnerable. Was she really that ugly that even her half-naked body didn't get this man in the mood? For the first time in her life, she wouldn't really be offended if that was the real reason.

The Russian did not know exactly why, but this realization calmed her down immensely. She was so relieved that the tension in her lessened a bit. Her feet hurt from standing for too long in those heels and without thinking about it, she sat down on the run down bed. She thoughtfully tilted her head to the side and looked at the masked man.

It seemed like his eyes tried to pierce the girl, but it didn't look like he was going to jump up and attack her. Iljana sighed exhausted and leaned her back on the wall while stretching out her legs on the bed.

"Why did they even bring me here?" She asked under her breath. Her eyes flicked quickly back to the man. He was still sitting on his chair next to the door and pretended to be a statue.

"Is this your room?" Why the hell was she still talking to him? "You should really make something out of it, this is depressing. What do you think, red wallpaper and some plants to give off the vibe that you're an actual human being with a personality?" She knew she was in dangerous territory, but whenever Ana was nervous, she chatted cheekily about trivial stuff and although it was considered charming by customers, Madame Lémieux has often told her that it didn't match her role as a seductive lady. At that moment, Iljana could not have cared less about what her Maquereau thought of her behavior.

"My name is Iljana, but most just call me Ana."

The girl's innocent brown eyes looked furtively at the soldier. Her feminine hands were folded on her lap and every single finger was decorated with golden rings. Despite her height, her stature could not be described as anything else but "puny". She seemed so weak that even the worst hydra agent could knock her out with a single punch. It would be so easy for him to break every single bone in her body without her being able to defend herself in any way.

The Winter Soldier never saw the girl as a threat, but if she came too close again, he would have trouble following his orders not to hurt her. The punishment would only be a brief sitting in the chair, nothing earth shattering, but his merchant did not speak highly of him at the moment, since he hadn't captured an important target alive on his last mission. Another slip would give the Winter Soldier a much tougher punishment for his disobedience.

He remembered what was presented to him in the morning. As he has been hurting Hydra's scientists and henchmen more recently during his tantrums, they suspected that he was just sexually frustrated. The Winter Soldier was definitely special, but still just a man with yearnings — at least that was their theory.

They accordingly wanted to give him one of the most sought-after girls in the Maison de plaisir to keep him busy so he wouldn't waste his pent-up energy on his own people.

"Can't you speak because of the mask or do you just like to be rude?" The girl tensely played around the holes of his slashed bedspread. Her painted fingernails reminded him of the fresh blood of his victims. The metal arm twitched again. "Don't get me wrong, I'm relieved that you don't want me, but you could at least answer me... if you can speak at all."

She looked up and when their eyes met, the girl flinched violently. While giving her full attention to his bed, he got up and went to the table. At first Iljana thought he was reaching for her fur coat, but his hand, which was covered with a black leather glove to match the outfit, reached under the table and pulled out something silver. Her eyes widened in shock and suddenly she wasn't as relaxed as before. The man held a small knife in his right.

"You- you mustn't do anything to me," she stuttered, but he didn't even notice the Russian. He pushed the ajar chair back like a monotonous machine and sat down at the table. The rack creaked dangerously under his weight as he placed his metal arm on the work surface and began to poke under the shiny plates with the tip of the knife. Ana watched him perplexed. She noticed the slight twitch of his fingers and only now did she realize that maybe it was not his intention to make her think that he wanted to crush her windpipe every time she spoke to him. The mechanics of his weird metal arm were malfunctioning.

With the new position, the other side of his body was now completely visible. She looked with astonishment at the arm in all its glory. A red star adorned his shoulder.

For the next five minutes you could only hear the terrible sound of metal rubbing against metal in the room. When he was finished with his procedure, he put the knife down on the table and formed a fist a few times to test his hand. Iljana stared at him.

"Can you feel with it?"

The Winter Soldier stopped moving and the Russian prayed that she hadn't gone too far. After a moment of silence, in which Ana could only hear the wild pounding of her heart, something incredible happened.

"Yes."

Despite the mask in front of his mouth, his voice didn't sound muffled. It was brisk and unyielding. His answer came so unexpectedly that the young girl forgot how to speak for a moment.

"Ah," she pressed out. "Does it hurt?"

Ignoring her question, he reached for the knife again to make it disappear into the bottom of the table. Instead of getting up again, he stayed on the creaking chair and looked at the opposite wall.

"My grandfather lost his right leg in the civil war. His stump hurt every night until his death. Not that he complained, he was quite stubborn and tough." She paused and smiled a bit. "You remind me of him. He hardly spoke either. Only when my mother made him his beloved Borschtsch he blossomed and told us a few stories from his youth. He loved to talk about the day he saw my grandmother for the first time. She was a ballerina from St. Petersburg and was only for transit in Moscow. My grandfather wanted-," she broke off when she noticed that she was babbling again. Her cheeks flushed and she looked ashamed to the ground.

The Winter Soldier gave her no sign that he had heard her and continued to stare at the gray wall. The girl didn't notice, but he moved his head slightly in her direction. He did not understand why she was giving him such information about her family, but could not deny that he didn't find the way she spoke to him disturbing. She wasn't talking to him like he was just a naughty animal like he knew it from his merchant and the scientists who worked on his arm every week. The Russian's voice reverberated gently in the room and even if you could hear her nervousness and fear, she always remained calm and exuded a confident aura. He would never admit it, but something about her put him under a spell. He felt warm and balanced, which was not normal for him at all. It made the assassin curious and he wanted to get behind her ulterior motivation.

"I'm sorry for talking too much. I'll be quiet now." She apparently saw his silence as a warning because immediately after apologizing to him, she pulled her legs protectively to her body and put her chin on one knee. She tried to hide the trembling of her thin arms, but he didn't miss it. There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment, but the Winter Soldier surprised himself when he heard himself speak.

"Speak."

This time his request sounded dull. It didn't have the toughness that Iljana expected. She blinked a few times and wet her dry lips with her tongue. The girl gathered herself and nodded curtly.

Over the next twenty minutes she told him all about her grandfather's stories and when she finished the last one she snorted amused. Ana brushed a strand of hair from her face as she thought about the old days with her family and didn't even notice that the man in front of her was fixing her with his ice-blue eyes. His metal arm twitched as he watched the girl's blood-red lips curl up into a smile. His eyes drifted down from her mouth to the tight dress, which emphasized Iljana's curves. She was terribly thin and so incredibly fragile, yet her well-defined breasts dominated the upper half of her narrow body, while her shapely hips promised a man enough space for his offspring. Iljana had some advantages that most girls her age did not have.

Her shoulder-length dark curls paired with the innocent doe eyes and skin-tight dress reminded the assassin of someone. But no matter how much he thought of the picture of a gorgeous woman in an olive green uniform, he just couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

The Russian probably felt his stare, because her head suddenly snapped up. Her red lips cracked open, revealing the girl's relatively white teeth. She cleared her throat and looked down at her painted fingernails.

"Um, may I ask you something?" Without waiting for a reaction from him, she took a deep breath and exhaled. "How may I call you?"

His metal arm tensed.

"Soldier."

Iljana bit her lower lip. "Soldier? Don't you have a name?"

He didn't answer her, but she had expected that. Thoughtfully, she leaned back on the bed, put her head on the hard pillow and stretched out her legs. Blue eyes looked at the porcelain-like skin on her lower legs.

"Then I'll call you Alek," the girl sighed calmly, running a hand over her flat stomach. The Winter Soldier made a face for the first time that evening. His stubborn facade collapsed as Ana started humming an old lullaby she had learned from her mother. She peeked over at him. Even with the mask on you could tell that his jaw was tense. He gave her a warning look, which he usually used to scare his targets, but the Russian just swallowed and smiled nervously.

"Alek was my dog's name – uh, I liked my dog," she added quickly as the soldier's eyes narrowed. Ana carefully propped herself up on one elbow and ran her free hand through her red-brown hair. Her black dress slid up her thighs as she moved, which she only noticed when she caught "Alek" staring at her bare skin.

"Do you want ... do you want to touch me now?"

Almost embarrassed, he turned his head away from her and took out the knife under the table. Although he made no move to threaten her, her heart pounded uncomfortably fast in her chest. As if in a trance, Iljana sat up and slid to the edge of the bed. If he attacked her, she could jump up and run to the door. But in a strange and twisted way she knew that it wasn't his intention. His metal arm laid still on the work surface, while his human hand turned the knife in the light. He eyed the blade carefully.

Ana slowly got up from the bed and took a small step towards him. Maybe she was just tired of life. Why else would you approach someone who had a metal arm and played with a sharp knife?

The Winter Soldier broke out of his confusing thoughts when he heard the clicking of Iljana's high heels on the stone floor and quickly gripped the handle of his weapon. She had no idea how deadly this man was.

"I... I'm here to offer my services and get paid for it. If you... don't want to use my services, I won't force myself on you. But I have the feeling that you just don't know... how." The Russian swallowed excitedly and took another step towards Alek. "Can I show you?"

He did not respond to her question, which could be interpreted as a "no" but also as a "yes". Ana sighed quietly and walked up to the masked man. He did not loosen his grip on the knife, if only he strengthened it. She raised her hand and slowly moved it towards his metal arm, which was still on the platform of the table. When she felt the cold material of its little plates under her fingertips, she gathered all her courage and gently put her palm on his forearm. Both were silent and looked at where they touched. After several seconds in which Iljana gasped for breath, she slowly drove down to his wrist to embrace it almost lovingly.

"Do you feel that?" She whispered barely audibly.

Alek surprised her with a barely noticeable nod. He was still irritated by her proximity, but didn't feel the need to throw the girl across the room. Determined and ready for what Ana has to face if he gets mad, she raised his hand and turned it so that the palm of his hand was facing up. He allowed it.

With a softness of a feather she stroked his middle finger with her index finger and fascinatedly traced the narrow lines that the plates formed by lying on top of each other. If only she knew how many lives he had taken with that arm.

"How does it feel? Is it the same as with your other hand? – I assume it's not made of metal."

Even if he wanted to answer her, he couldn't remember that someone else had ever touched him so delicately. As if she could read his mind, her eyes darted to his human hand, the leather stretching dangerously over his knuckles.

"Put the knife away, please. I won't try to hurt you."

Everyone remained in their position for a moment and then Alek slowly loosened his grip and watched his useful weapon fall to the floor. Careful not to move too quickly, Ana placed her warm hand on his and pushed it towards her. She gingerly pulled on the leather and after a couple seconds freed the rough skin beneath it. Without lingering too long she sat on the tabletop and rolled up the fabric of her dress until she reached her panties. She quickly, but not too quickly, swung a leg over Alek's, revealing a magnificent view. She skillfully shook her right high heel from her foot and then placed it delicately on his left thigh.

"Touch me, Alek."

He only obeyed the orders of his merchant, but Ana sounded very different from Pierce. It sounded more like a well-intentioned suggestion or request and not an order to hurt or kill. The Russian got a bit impatient and took his human hand again, only to place it as carefully as possible on the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. Iljana moved it gently until she reached the hem of her dress.

The ice-blue eyes of the Winter Soldier stared at their united hands. And then, after what felt like an eternity, he acted on his own. Fascinated, his fingers explored every inch of her exposed skin and slid over her pointed knee, down to her ankle, only to hike up to the fabric of her panties. Meanwhile Ana leaned back and tried to not enjoy his gentle touch. She was finally in her element – this was something she knew. She had the upper hand again and would savor this feeling every minute. The Russian watched his every move with interest and chewed on her lower lip when he stopped dangerously close to her panties. Didn't he dare to go further? Before she could tell him that he go on and test his limits, she noticed his metal hand forming a fist next to her. For a terrible moment the seventeen-year-old thought he was going to hit her, but the blow never came. And then she realized what was going on.

Confidently, she gripped his fist with her free hand and caressed it soothingly with her thumb. Alek paused and looked up at her as she fully closed her fingers around the metal of his hand and placed it on her bare thigh.

"You're cold," she whispered, pointing to the goose bumps that stretched across her leg. "Does it feel the same? My skin, I mean."

His cold eyes never left her questioning face.

"No."

Iljana nodded understandingly and looked at his arm. Without thinking further, she ran her hand over his silver plates again. "This technology is incredible," she muttered thoughtfully. "I'm sure you're very strong, aren't you?"

Ana's cheeks grew hot. This question came out of her mouth more often than she liked. Most men insisted on being adored by the prostitutes – especially the younger ones. But this time the Russian was serious.

"Yes," he grumbled behind his mask, still staring at her. Then there was silence again. You could only hear the regular breathing of the two in the room. The calm was almost pleasant.

The pressure her foot exerted on his thigh shifted slowly and gradually shifted up. When the girl stopped just before his loins, she looked up and waited for a reaction. He didn't give her any.

The Winter Soldier didn't know why he allowed her to touch him like that, but weirdly enough he could feel that his body reacted to her soft caress.

"May I sit down?" She asked curiously, eyes wandering to where her foot was placed. He stayed silent, of course, but when she let her leg slide to his side and gently rose from the hard table and took a seat on his lap, he didn't stop her.

"Is this okay? Tell me if it's going too fast for you."

Despite Iljana's worry of being hurt, she could somehow feel that he wasn't going to push her away so quickly.

She shook the left high heel from her foot and put it on the cold stone floor. Her dress was now rolled up so far that you could see her red panties completely. Carefree she reached for the hem of the black dress and pulled it over her head. The assassins gaze fell on her firm breasts, which only emphasized her youth.

"If you want, you can touch them."

It felt strange to give a man permission. Usually, her clients took what they wanted without thinking about what Ana would like. But the soldier made no move to touch her breasts.

Now that the Russian was so close to him, it was starting to bother her that she could only see his eyes. After all, she didn't hide her face either.

"Could you please take off your mask?"

For a moment it looked as if he wanted to answer her, but he decided against it and continued to stare blankly at Iljana. She sighed and shrugged. She was done doing everything herself. If he didn't want to fuck her, she could just get dressed and wait until she was finally let go. Just as she was about to slip off his lap, Alek raised his human hand and put it around his mask. There was a soft click sound when the mask came loose. He must have been surprised by his own action, because when the loose plastic frame fell from his face and crashed onto the stone floor, Ana could have sworn that he was trying to reach for it.

As if struck by lightning, she stared at him with her mouth slightly open. A straight nose and under it a set of full lips were revealed. Even though he was freshly shaved, the seventeen-year-old saw a shadow on his cheek that suggested he could grow a full beard if he wanted to. A strand of his black hair fell in his face and gave his appearance the finishing touch.

In her entire career as a waitress and (now) prostitute, Ana had never had such an attractive man as a suitor. He didn't look particularly old either, he was maybe in his early thirties, maybe even younger.

Ana quickly closed her mouth when she noticed that it was still open.

"Sorry, uh ..." Embarrassed, she shook her head and looked at her hands, which she had unconsciously placed between his chest and his stomach. She almost pulled them away. "You look different than expected."

The seventeen-year-old chewed nervously on her lower lip and looked up at him again. His eyes pierced her with a look that would bring any woman to her knees. However, since Iljana was sitting on him and both hands were already leaning against his hard chest, it was not possible for her to simply fall over. Her heart was pounding against her ribs again and she had to try to keep her breathing under control. There was a nerve-wracking tension around them.

The streak that hung on his face wiggled slightly as he put his arms on the right and left of her on the table. Iljana should have felt locked in, but all she felt was a strong tug in her stomach. She raised her hand uncertainly and stroked the annoying streak from his face. His cold eyes watched her calculated. Instead of dropping her hand again and giving him a little bit of privacy, she put her index finger against his cheekbone and ran it up to his perfectly shaped nose. Now he was the one who seemed surprised. Although he didn't look as stupid as Ana must have done, his lips cracked open and she could feel his warm breath against her face. She wished she could read his mind.

The Russian ran her finger down to his lips and gently stroked them. When she got to his chin, she felt the scratchy stubble that was already coming out of his skin. Her other fingers now joined in and together they slid over his cheek into his full hair to gently scratch the scalp with her nails. Iljana knew what she was doing and the proof of her knowledge and ability was the penetrating look of Alek, who silently asked her for more.

Ana put her feet on the cold stone floor and continued to slide onto his lap. Their mids were pressed against each other now and with an excitingly beating heart she noticed that something was pressed prominently against her butt.

Her second hand pressed into his warm neck and brought his face closer to hers. The desire to throw her principles overboard and put her lips on his grew with every passing second.

"Can I?"

The question hovered in the air between them. If Madame Lémieux could see her now... One of her most important rules, which she told her mentorés over and over again, was that under no circumstances could they kiss their suitors. It was absolutely unprofessional and led some clients to develop feelings for the girls. But Ana somehow knew that Alek wasn't the type of man who would cling to her like a burdock if she crossed that line with him. Dimitri was the first and only man she had kissed before. It's strange that sex was more normal for the seventeen-year-old than the much more innocent act of mouths lying on top of each other.

Iljana knew he would not answer her, but she waited a few seconds to be sure. Her breath mingled with his as she continued to press against his neck. He allowed it.

Before she could overthink her actions her lips were already pressed against his. The knot in her stomach twisted a little tighter. Without being cocky, she leaned her upper body against Alek's and now reached into his black hair with her second hand. Her lower lip slid between his two as she tilted her head a little more to the side. Until then, the soldier had been passive towards Iljana's intrusiveness, but when she ran her fingernails over his neck and finally gripped his cheek so she could press her mouth against his even more, his self-control slowly broke.

Ana stifled a gasp when she felt his mouth open a little more for her. Promptly she stroked his cheek as a reward and pushed her pelvis forward. Alek wasn't prepared for that and grabbed her hips in alarm. Without ending the kiss, Iljana put a soothing hand on his chest and let the warmth leak through his rough jacket. It wasn't long before he loosened his grip.

She started moving her lips against his again and tested the water with a small forward movement of her pelvis. This time, instead of crushing her with his inhuman strength, he swallowed a strange sound that wanted to come from his throat. Ana couldn't help but gently bit his lower lip, only to then carefully lick with the tip of her tongue over it. Now he couldn't help but groan in surprise.

Reluctantly, she broke away from him, but their faces hovered just a few millimeters in front of each other.

"Open your mouth," she whispered, looking down at him with half-closed eyelids. He did not question what she asked of him and opened his mouth slightly. "Don't get scared again," she murmured against his lips.

She kissed him again, but after a moment her tongue slid between his teeth.

The Winter Soldier didn't know if he liked this new feeling. He was about to decide that he didn't want to feel it anymore when Ana found what she was looking for. His eyebrows rose as her tongue wrapped around his and he could taste a hint of berry. He changed his mind immediately. As if in a frenzy, he closed his previously wide eyes and pressed closer to the Russian woman to have more of this wonderful taste she provided him with.

His hands had unconsciously strayed to her waist in the course of their hot tongue play. Iljana's hips circled automatically and an incredibly good feeling buzzed through the soldiers groin. Both exhaled heavily and Ana repeated the motion. Her hands found their way back into his hair and tugged at it playfully. Intuitively, he grabbed one side of her backside and pressed it closer to the center of his body to reinforce this intoxicating feeling. Iljana gasped as the hard fabric of his pants rubbed against her sensitive skin. Her practiced fingers slid down Alek's upper body and opened the top button without difficulty, then immediately pulled the zipper, which was bulged outward by the erection underneath.

The soldier broke away from the Russian and took a deep breath. He didn't push her away, but his grip on her ass tightened.

"Everything okay?" Iljana's soft voice echoed in the room. His blue eyes didn't leave her face for a second. She watched him study every inch carefully and then stop on her lips. Ana swallowed nervously. She was aware that she was on thin ice and wanted to change that as soon as possible. An idea came to her mind.

Carefully, she rose from his lap, but was immediately pulled down again. A quiet "Uff" escaped the teens mouth. Alek stared at Iljana almost reproachfully.

"Hey," she whispered soothingly, clutching his face with both hands, "I'm going to sit on the table again and I want you to stand up for me."

Smiling slightly, she put her lips on his and stayed in that position for a moment. The soldier closed his eyes contentedly and grunted softly as his lower lip was pulled between her teeth. He pressed closer to the girl's body and slid his tongue into her hot mouth. She replied with a low moan and ran the tip of her tongue over his. She broke away from him far too quickly and suddenly got up so that Alek didn't have enough time to pull her down again.

"Come on," she murmured and took a step back, then slid her butt onto the cold table top. He followed her request hastily and almost jumped up to stand between her spread legs. Without hesitation he now reached out for her face and led it to his again. It was as if he couldn't get enough of her lips.

Meanwhile, Ana tugged on the waistband of his black pants and pulled them down his hips bit by bit. She stopped pulling when she noticed that his erection was finally jumping out of the fabric and leaned back so far that the soldier had to part with her again. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned further onto the table, then lifted her lower body to remove her panties. When the last barrier between them was gone, Alek put his metal arm on the tabletop. It didn't look like he wanted her to stop. He just needed something to calm down so he wouldn't hurt Ana in his haste.

"Come here."

The Winter Soldier did as he was told.

"Touch me."

He raised his human hand and placed it on her stomach. Without waiting for further instructions, it slid up and gradually pushed under the fine material of Iljana's bra. She hastily reached behind her back and opened the lock.

Now that his hand could go up without any problems, the cold skin covered one of her hard nipples. Ana subconsciously crossed her legs around his waist and pressed his erection against her pubic bone. For a few seconds she kept pressing her calves against Aleks's pelvis with a slow rhythm, so that his shaft slid up and down over her damp entrance.

As if struck by lightning, however, she winced as the soldier groaned softly and started to push forward.

"Wait!"

Surprised by her outburst, he took a step back. He didn't know what he did wrong, and he frowned irritated.

"Sorry," Iljana apologized with red cheeks, "I just forgot something."

She quickly turned to her fur coat and fiddled with it. When she finally discovered the hidden side pocket, she took out a small, square packet from its depths. She hastily tore it open on the side and fished for the contents.

"I almost forgot."

Her gaze wandered to his member and grabbed it confidently. The soldier didn't know what to do. She still wasn't a threat to him, but when she rolled some kind of second skin over him, he wasn't so sure anymore.

Iljana must have noticed his discomfort. She let go of him and smiled gently. She rested her hands on the tabletop and slid to the edge. She warily put her legs back around his waist and pulled him closer to her. He didn't fight back. The Teen adjusted herself so that he could get inside her without any further help and waited for him to do just that. She looked up at him expectantly. Again, she pressed her calves against his pelvis and he followed the movement. Ana laid down cautiously on the table and put her head on her fur coat when she felt Alek at her entrance. She brought his face back to hers impatiently. As if in a trance, the soldier pressed forward and hesitantly entered her. Her youthful skin stretched over his length and took him in, inch by inch. When he was halfway inside her, an unexpected gasp left Iljana's mouth.

"Come on, Alek. Take me already," she moaned, spreading her legs further apart so that he could slide deeper into her.

He put both arms next to her head to get a better grip and pushed himself completely into her with a jerk of his hips. Both trembled and held their breath. Iljana ran a hand into the soldier's black hair and pulled hard on it. Alek gritted his teeth and grunted deeply, but couldn't say that he didn't like it. They breathed out a sigh together – the Russian louder than the soldier. He pulled back until only the tip of his shaft was still inside her and without a warning pushed into her as far as he could go. Ana moaned startled and clawed into his scalp. The Winter Soldier stopped moving and looked at her closely. He couldn't hurt her, that was an order from his merchant. But instead of insulting him for his rude manner, Ana just raised her head and pressed her warm lips back to his. She wrapped her legs tightly around him and literally forced him to continue thrusting into her. It didn't take long for Alek to develop a rhythm that was slow but always so jerky and deep that Ana had to hold on to the edge of the table in order to not be pushed over it by his pure strength. After a particularly powerful thrust, the soldier groaned overwhelmed and buried his face between her neck and shoulder. He didn't know exactly why, but by some animalistic instinct he bit into the girl's skin – not hard enough to draw blood, but to mark her. Iljana gasped and skillfully tightened her muscles around Alek's shaft. He immediately detached from her neck and groaned louder than before.

His metal arm, which was still passively placed next to her body, buried itself under her back and slid to her butt to lift it up. The new angle made it possible to penetrate deeper. He buried his human hand in the red-brown hair of the seventeen-year-old, supporting her neck as she threw back her head, panting.

The soldier felt an unusual tremor. His legs started to twitch and his metal hand gripped Ana's waist a little harder to hold it in place. His rhythm accelerated and he closed his eyes and grimaced in ecstasy. His mouth opened and after every thrust the most satisfied noises that only a man could make slipped out of him. Something contracted in the lower half of his stomach. His body trembled again. Iljana felt him starting to pulsate inside her. Unfortunately, she was still far from her salvation, but instead she could concentrate even more on Alek's.

For the last time she tensed her inner muscles around him and spread her legs a bit further. His deep moans now drowned out hers. Suddenly he grabbed Ana's hips with both hands and lifted her body off the table. She made a startled sound as she was raised and clung to the soldier's neck.

The Winter Soldier was strong, but her being so skinny made this position even easier. She rocked up and down in his arms for a few seconds and then Alek suddenly leaned forward, gripped her back with his human hand, gripped the table with his other, and suddenly fell silent. Ana was hanging directly under his face and could watch every phase of his orgasm. At first his member pulsed rapidly while his eyebrows contracted with exertion. The moment he exhaled in relief, Ana felt him spurting violently into her.

It took a while till he gently puts the girl down on the table. Instead of pulling himself straight out of her, he put his head between her breasts, breathing heavily, and shifted a good part of his body weight onto the Russian.

"Don't be angry with me, but do you eat whole cows for breakfast? God, you are heavy," she laughed softly and closed her eyes exhausted. He supported himself with his arms to the left and right of her body, allowing Ana to breathe freely again. When the seventeen year old opened her eyes, she inevitably stared into Alek's ice blue ones.

At first they just looked at each other and studying the facial features of one another. Iljana noticed that the soldier was still hard and looked down at their merged bodies in awe. She looked up again and opened her mouth to ask if he had taken some pills to uplift his sex drive, but before she could get rid of her cheeky comment, Alek kissed her.

Perplexed, she returned his affection. His lips pressed gently against hers, nothing of the urgency was there anymore - just a tenderness that neither of them otherwise experienced. Ana cocked her head to the side and gently brushed the tip of her tongue against the soldier's lower lip. However, he did not open his mouth. Instead, he gripped her cheek with one hand and pressed her lips closer to his. Iljana was confused. A customer has never treated her so lovingly after paid sex. Not even Dimitri. She slowly pulled away from him and chewed thoughtfully on the inside of her cheek.

"You're louder than I expected," she murmured, trying not to grin. However, her mischievously flashing eyes betrayed her.

The soldier looked down at the girl and looked at her pretty face.

"It was good."

Ana raised her eyebrows in surprise. That was actually a whole sentence – not a simple "yes" or "no". Her stupid heart suddenly pounded faster at the sound of his harsh voice. He was not a Russian and also not a Slovak or the like. She blinked up to him, amazed at this new discovery. His warm hand was still on her cheek, while his thumb started to stroke her soft skin, just like Ana had done with him in the beginning.

"Uh ... I'm happy to hear that, Alek."

It looked like he was going to answer her, but a noise across the room made them both flinch. The previously locked door opened a crack and Oleg's voice shouted over.

"Time to go, Ana. You have five minutes."

The soldier gritted his teeth and sat up. Their bodies were still united and he looked down with interest. He slipped out of her slowly, but hesitated and thought for a moment. He experimentally pushed his hips forward and listened to Ana's soft moan with satisfaction.

"I never thought I'd say that to a customer, but I wouldn't mind a second round." She sighed again when Alek repeated his movement. "But you heard Oleg. I have to go."

With this statement, he pulled himself completely out of her. Iljana slowly sat up and looked up at him. He stood helplessly in the room, his pants hanging loosely around his waist, while his erection protruded prominently in front of her face. The Russian eyed the soldier hungrily. She lifted her right hand to hold him and rolled the used condom off his member. After she was done examining the liquid inside the rubber, she knotted the opening carefully. Alek didn't move and watched her carelessly drop the condom on the table next to her coat. The proof of her work.

The gentle smile she gave him when she looked up again sent all his blood south. Ana still had a hand around him and was fascinated to see how a drop of pre cum formed on top of the tip. She had to hold herself back so as not to lean forward and lick him clean with her tongue.

The Russian sighed exhausted and let go of Alek. With a smooth movement, she jumped off the table and bent to pick up her panties from the floor. She bit her lower lip, lost in thought.

"Here," she said softly, handing her underwear to the soldier. "You men like trophies."

Whether you could show off with someone like her was another question of course, the Russian thought bitterly. She turned away from him and reached for her bra to hide her frown. Ana quickly got dressed while Alek straightened his clothes and stood behind her like a statue when he was done. She turned and held out her coat. He grabbed it carefully.

"Be a gentleman and help me."

When he didn't move, Iljana looked up at him. Alek stared at her blankly, but the seventeen-year-old recognized the storm behind his eyes. She didn't want him to riot about her abrupt farewell.

Without her high heels, she was almost at the same eye–level as the soldier. (Even his heavy boots only gave him one or two inches in size.) It was easy for her to put her head back a little and press her swollen lips against his. The kiss was short, but it allowed her to distract him long enough to pull her coat back out of his loose grip.

"Goodbye, Alek," she whispered against his mouth and quickly took a step to the side to collect her shoes. At the same moment the door opened again and this time Oleg pushed it all the way open. Without looking back, she hurried to the bodyguard and slipped past him. The security guard from earlier looked over her head and raised his eyebrows in irritation.

"Iwanow, please accompany our guests to the car. I'll be right there," he grumbled and stepped around the girl.

Oleg put a hand on Ana's shoulder and moved her towards the other uniformed man who was waiting for them at the security door at the end of the hall.

Just before they were out of earshot, the teen heard the guard's angry words behind her.

"Where the fuck is your mask, soldier?"

Chapter 2: The second encounter

Notes:

Before you read on, please keep in mind that Bucky hasn't touched a woman since 1945 and therefore reacts extremely to Iljana's touch. Add to that his heightened senses, which cloud his mind as soon as she is in his immediate vicinity.

What I still find very important is the fact that although my OFC is described here as overly pretty by him, that's not necessarily true. He's just been alone for so long and no one has given him the slightest bit of attention, which is why he's almost developed a kind of obsession with her – which I think can really happen when you've been drained for so long.

So please don't think that Iljana is above average in looks. She is not ugly, but she is not beautiful either. This also explains her statements about herself.

That's it.

Enjoy!

Chapter Text

Madame Lémieux's office door was yanked open. In a flash, her eyes jerked up behind her reading glasses as she faltered while turning a page of her book and instinctively reached for her coffee cup to throw at her possible tormentor. A few strands of her gray hair fell in front of her nose as she jerked her head to the side.

A broad-built man, almost taller than the door frame he's standing in, stared at her with widened eyes as he gasped and held onto the knob of the black wooden door. "What the-" the Frenchwoman gasped, startled, but was hastily interrupted by her bodyguard.

"Madame, Pierce – he is here."

The stately woman's furious look left her face completely. Horrified, she clutched the armrests of her chair and squinted up at Oleg in disbelief. The book fell from her lap onto the expensive parquet floor with a loud thud. She had heard that name for the first and last time almost six months ago, when the American had forced the Frenchwoman to provide one of her best girls for him. A cold shiver ran down the aging pimp's spine at the thought of what Pierce was now demanding of her this time.

"P-Pierce? Alexander Pierce? Did he say what he wanted from me?"

"No, Madame. I just saw him get out of a car in front of our building and I ran straight to you."

"Merde," she hissed between her clenched teeth. Madame Lémieux already guessed what this man's renewed visit meant, and rose gracefully from her chair. "Where is she?" Oleg understood immediately. "She just went to her room with Ivan. Shall I fetch her?"

"No. Go to her and offer Palina to Ivan. Send Iljana to the main area and prepare her to-"

They could already hear heavy footsteps in the hallway coming their way. The Frenchwoman shut her mouth and ordered Oleg with a quick movement of her head to leave. The bodyguard just nodded, turned to the open door and stared straight into the cold eyes of Alexander Pierce.

"Madame Lémieux, how nice to see you again. I have something urgent to discuss with you."

This place was... different. Everything was red and full of plush. It smelled too strongly of perfume and cigarette smoke. Made-up women in short dresses and skirts giggled everywhere, while sweaty men looked greedily at them, licking their chapped lips. Much-too-young girls bent provocatively over small tables to collect empty glasses and full ashtrays from the half-drunk Russians and place them on their trays. One of them gave a particularly petite girl a slap on the butt while his colleagues laughed uproariously and asked her price. They roared as the little girl hissed "not for sale" and moved on with her wobbly tablet. The Russian who had slapped her grabbed her wrist and pulled her roughly back to his side. The movement was so abrupt that she lost her balance and two glasses fell off her tablet.

The Winter Soldier turned away from them and let his gaze slide over the rest of the crowd. He had never been in a place like this before. He didn't know why his merchant had brought him here – there was no mission for him, after all. Silently, he watched a lightly dressed woman wipe her blonde hair from her face with a fake smile and sit seductively on the lap of a particularly burly man. His suit was already half unbuttoned and shiny beads of sweat rolled down his neck into his chest hair. The woman on his lap wrinkled her nose in disgust for a brief moment before leaning against him again, flashing her teeth.

A small band played a soft jazzy tune in the background to get those in attendance in the mood. It did nothing for the soldier. He just stood stock-still next to the entrance area where the guests' jackets were, waiting for his next order, as he was told to do by his handler. Agents Iwanow and Petuchow stood to his right, discussing which of the prostitutes they were most likely to take into a back room. It probably didn't occur to them that they were also talking about minors.

"Hey, soldier, I asked you a question." Petuchow's hand waved in front of his nose and snapped his fingers once. "Are you looking forward to see your whore?"

The Winter Soldier looked at him without blinking. Was that what they were here for? Pierce was going to get him another woman? His hands clenched into fists at the thought.

Over the past few months, dozens of pretty women had been sent to the facility for him to have his way with. But not once did he see her.

The last four ended up against a wall or on the cold stone floor after only a few seconds of walking into his private room and trying to seduce him. Some talked too fast or not at all. They touched him without warning or even refused to look at him. Fear, panic, disgust, confusion and horror were the responses he got to his appearance. No one smiled like she did. None of the women told him stories of their childhood or gently ran their hands through his hair. But he didn't want that either. He craved only auburn curls, dark doe eyes, plump lips, long legs, and the taste of some glorious, unknown berry in his mouth. Not one of them was like Iljana.

"Didn't think you could grill a man's brain for so long and he'd still have preferences in spite of it," Iwanow muttered, joining in his colleague's amused grumbling.

"I can understand it. Did you see that girl? I'd like to take a bite out of those tits, too. Uh, tell me," Petuchow turned back to the soldier, who was still standing transfixed in one spot, "how does it feel like fucking such a young thing? A bit too old for me personally, but I'd make an exception for that brat. "

The Winter Soldier didn't quite understand what the agent meant. Since his face was almost completely covered by his black mask, no one could see the corners of his mouth pull down in irritation.

"Petu, shut your ugly mouth." Disgusted, Iwanow wrinkled his nose and now turned to the two as well. "Am I the only one here who isn't a child fucker?"

Now the soldier contorted his face in such a way that even with his mask on, you could make out his questioning look. The agents noticed it immediately and Petuchow laughed out loud for a moment.

"What?" the blond asked, feigning a smile, "Didn't you know your little whore was under-"

Before he could finish his sentence, he noticed one of the prostitutes walking towards them. She wore a pink frilly dress and played conspicuously with her childish braids as she came closer. Her lips twisted into a smile that showcased her crooked teeth. She playfully cushioned each of her steps and winked at the three men as they passed. Petuchow looked after her lecherously and eased away from the soldier.

At the same moment, one of the drunken men who had been harassing the young waitress a few minutes ago and was now being thrown out by security, reached for his jacket and bumped cursing into the Winter Soldier's human arm. Rather than kill him immediately, he ignored him and continued to look at the two agents, who went back to rating the hired sex workers.

"Watch it, dickhead!"

Before Ivanov or Petuchow could turn around and intervene, the miner shoved the assassins shoulder with a sweaty hand. At least, he tried to. The soldier's upper body wobbled forward only slightly, and the next moment he was standing upright. Slowly, ever so slowly, the Winter Soldier turned and stared directly into the larger man's piggy eyes. This one was so drunk that he had no fear whatsoever of the clearly stronger build man.

"Break it up!" one of the security guards shouted, stepping hastily towards both of them.

With that, he triggered it.

The drunken miner didn't even have time to pull back his fist when the soldier grabbed him by the neck and threw him against a clothes rack a few feet behind the group. Everyone involved stared at the unmoving man with open mouths. The band, which had just been playing a quiet song, stopped in the middle of the second verse. Then, after a brief awkward silence, a colleague of the unconscious man yelled out and lunged at the attacker – his friends jumping after him barely a second later. The soldier could hear Iwanow shouting "Shit!" behind him and then moved into an attack position. Shortly after one of the miners was close enough that he was able to pulled back his fist and punched him straight in the face. He immediately fell backwards and collapsed to the ground. The other two now ran towards him together and tried to punch him in the stomach at the same time. While the soldier grabbed the wrist of one of them and squeezed so hard that he could feel the bones splinter under his fingers, the other managed to ram his foot into his stomach. He stumbled backwards a step, letting go of the screaming man who immediately held his broken arm to his chest. Without flinching, the Winter Soldier pulled a knife from a holder on his leg and stepped towards the last of the remaining men. The last man standing widened his eyes in fear and he was now the one stumbling back. Even the muscle-bound security backed away and allowed the soldier to continue his actions without interfering. A few of the prostitutes shrieked and quickly tried to put distance between themselves and the two fighters.

The soldier grabbed the now screaming miner's shirt and yanked him towards him. In one fluid motion he pulled back his metal arm and was about to drive the knife into his opponent's forehead when a bloodcurdling scream stopped him.

"Don't!"

The brothel became silent all at once. It was as if a spell had settled around those present, taking away everyone's ability to speak. Only the thud of a trembling body echoed in the room as the soldier let go of his victim and turned his head in the direction from where he had heard the voice.

And then he saw her.

Breathing heavily, as if she had been running until just a moment ago, Iljana clung to the banister of a spiral staircase at the far end of the room, holding her thrown-over silk robe closed with one hand in an attempt to cover her bare breasts. Her hair was a little tousled and didn't lie as perfectly as it had the night they met. But Ana's lips were just as red and plump as he remembered them, and even her doe eyes, standing out even more so by her make-up, blinked familiarly at the soldier under a wall of thick, long lashes.

The Russian's heart pounded hard against her ribs. She ignored the twinge in her right side and looked at the hooded man, his black mask hiding almost everything but his ice blue eyes. He wore strict combat gear again, with a few renewals, such as some sort of buckle that stretched horizontally across his chest, or a belt that hung around his narrow waist, carrying small accessories. The silver metal arm was also now hidden by the solid fabric of a second sleeve and another leather glove. Apparently his people wanted to sneak him into the brothel inconspicuously – that had probably been more than unnecessary after this turmoil.

The newly eighteen-year-old tried as best she could to keep her breathing under control. She never thought she would see Alek again. The first few weeks after their hour together, were the most nerve-wracking and confusing she'd had in her life so far. At first, there was hardly a night Ana didn't think about warm, soft lips and she cursed herself for kissing him without fighting the urge. More and more often, she dreamed of strong arms leading her away from this place and back to her family. But the weeks turned into months and the peaceful dreams turned into faint memories that she only recalled when a suitor smelled particularly strong and she couldn't continue with her work otherwise.

Alek standing in front of her now in flesh and blood – with his long, black hair and those cold but honest eyes – was like something out of one of her fantasies. She'd wanted to laugh in Oleg's face when he'd called her out of her back room less than a minute ago and delivered her Maquereau's instruction. But when they both heard the loud shouting and thumping, she quickly realized that Madame Lémieux was indeed not playing a cruel joke on her. However, as soon as she arrived in the main room and watched Alek about to drive a knife into some poor man's skull, reality crashed down on her harder than she expected.

The Russian knew he had to be a dangerous man. The organization he worked for had a terrible reputation in the city. Alek was undoubtedly a victim of their coldness and brutality - how else could a man become so lonely that he didn't even know how to touch a woman anymore. Iljana didn't want to be so rude as to judge how quickly he'd come inside of her. After all, it was clear that he had been denied that kind of relief for quite some time as well. An uncharacteristic heat rose up her spine at that thought.

The piercing gaze the soldier gave her made her skin feel numb. Ana swallowed hard and glanced nervously to the side. Her friend Agnessa was sitting on the lap of a fat man in a suit, staring open-mouthed at the younger woman. Cautiously, she shook her head and made a move to stand up. Before she could, Iljana turned back to the assassin and made a small inviting gesture with her hand.

"Come," she said far too quietly, but the Winter Soldier heard her clearly. He wanted to go to her, however Pierce ordered him to stay here. The blonde he had seen flirting with a businessman earlier sat up and was about to walk towards the girl. However, she raised her hand and told her friend not to come closer.

"Ana!"

"Not now, Nessa," the Russian hissed, not taking her eyes off him for even a second. Carefully, she took a step back and motioned with her head toward the stairs, which were covered in red carpet. "Come."

The soldier's legs twitched, and though he expected to be severely punished, he defied Pierce's order and moved slowly toward Iljana. The broad-built man who had summoned her from his room six months ago stood beside the stairs and placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. Something boiled up hot inside the soldier and he was about to quicken his steps to pull Ana away from his touch when she was already nodding to Oleg and he eased away from her again.

Together, the Winter Soldier and Iljana ran upstairs, leaving a bevy of curious looks in their wake.

Shortly after the guests lost sight of the two, they began to whisper excitedly to each other. Agnessa ran towards the stairs to follow her friend, but was stopped by Oleg. Cursing and clamoring, she tried to bargain with the stubborn bodyguard and tried to slip past his massive figure.

Meanwhile, a few of the other prostitutes were whispering, and even the ones who didn't like Iljana were putting on a seriously worried face. None of them knew what happened to their colleague last winter, but a few were smart enough to put one and one together and reported with horror in their voices that the man in the mask was probably the mysterious suitor.

The walk upstairs was quiet. Ana said nothing and wobbled a bit on her high heels as she arrived at the door to her room and pushed down the handle. After the soldier followed her silently, she let the door fall shut and put a bolt down so no one could barge into the room. Only then did she turn back to face him.

Seeing Alek in her colorful room, between plush handcuffs, lube and leather shoes, was an image she never wanted to forget. Ana smirked as the soldier looked around with interest. He noticed a small nightstand that held her vibrator, a bowl of condoms, and a small red nightlight. She couldn't remember a single situation where one of her suitors looked as out of place as this one. The next thing she knew, he was turning toward her bed. The sheets were a mess and a pillow laid on the ground in front of her nightstand. Iljana hadn't had time to make it neat, having run like a madwoman when Oleg and she had heard screams in the main room. Ivan must have found his own way out and apparently taken her bra with him, she noted annoyed.

The Russian watched her guest fix something with his gaze and walk towards it with a frown. When he arrived at her small dresser at the other end of her room, he carefully lifted up her plush handcuffs and inspected them. Ana had to laugh briefly at the sight.

"I don't think they'll work on you. But who knows, maybe you do have a kink we don't know about yet. I'm just afraid that these won't be able to keep you in check, unfortunately." At the sound of Iljana's soft voice, the Winter Soldier turned to her and eyed her from head to toe. It looked like he wasn't quite sure, if she really was the woman he had taken on his table nearly 6 months ago.

"Hey, do we both remember last year, or did I bring the wrong soldier into my room?" She tried to loosen the tense air a bit, but felt rather foolish. Nervously, she bit the inside of her cheek. Maybe he didn't recognize her, or worse, maybe he didn't even remember and saw her as a threat again. But now she had his attention completely on her and couldn't escape so easily.

Like a predatory cat on the prowl, Alek walked over to her without ever breaking eye contact until his chest was inches from hers. The height of her heels made her two or three inches taller than the soldier. When he stopped in front of her, she tried to shake both shoes off of her feet as quickly and carefully as she could. None of her suitors liked it when she was taller.

His icy blue eyes stared at her almost inhumanly. The eighteen-year-old finally managed to kick off both high heels and leaned against the ramshackle wooden door. Now they were both at the same height and Iljana couldn't help remembering the last time they'd stood in front of each other like this. She had kissed Alek, distracting him enough to free her coat from his grasp, and disappeared from his room without looking at him again. She still felt a bit bad about it, but what was she supposed to do? The Russian cleared her throat cautiously and briefly turned her gaze to the floor before she regained enough courage to look him in his cold eyes again.

"Alek," she whispered, feeling mighty proud that she wasn't stuttering excessively, "it's good to see you. How are you?"

Instead of answering her, he took another step closer, pressing their upper bodies against each other. Ana's breathing changed. The grip on the fabric of her thin silk cloak gradually loosened and a piece of her naked skin became visible.

She didn't know if he was pissed or happy to see her here. He'd been so perplexed when she'd stopped him from killing this man in the main room downstairs. She wouldn't be surprised if Alek didn't even know which brothel he'd set foot in. His muteness slowly panicked her. Had she misjudged the situation? Did he not want to be alone with her at all? Did she seem like a threat to him, as that miner apparently had been? Did he even know who she was?

"You... uh... you remember me, don't you?" Nervously, she bit down on her lower lip and nearly flinched when two strong leather-covered hands gently gripped her upper arms. Despite the barriers, she could feel his abnormal body heat through her robe.

"Ana."

The mask muffled his voice. Astonished, the Russian opened her eyes a little wider.

"Oh..."

There was silence between them for a moment, and then something happened that the soldier had been longing for since the day she disappeared. Iljana's lips twisted into a smile that no other woman could smile. No one could look as warm, as honest, as beautiful doing it as the girl before him. His grip on her upper arms tightened and as quickly as her peaceful grin had come, it disappeared. In its place was a startled, almost frightened expression. As if stung by a tarantula, he released her from his grip and took a few steps back to the other side of the room. Almost ashamed, he turned his head away from her and clenched his hands into fists. Had he been too rough with her? He hadn't meant to scare her.

"I'm sorry, I-", Ana searched for the right words, "you were looking at me so intensely... I didn't know what to make of it. Could you please take off your mask? I can't really estimate your reaction otherwise, and it's honestly really unsettling me." She looked at him with an uncertain look in her eyes and nodded encouragingly after he turned his head back to her. "I know you're not supposed to take it off," she added when she saw his hesitation, "but we're safe here. No one will bother us and no one will catch you. I promise, Alek."

He had never released the barbs on the plastic frame so quickly before, and let it fall to the floor as a result. Somewhat surprised, the eighteen-year-old raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.

And just like last year, she couldn't believe how attractive the man in front of her was. Once again, a strand of his black hair hung over his straight nose, adding a wicked touch to him. As if she'd never seen him before, she drank up every single square inch of his flawless face with her eyes, wondering how in God's name she'd managed to get to spend a night with someone like him. Of course, that was purely subjective. Another prostitute probably wouldn't be so happy after watching Alek almost impale a man. But just like last time, she somehow knew he wouldn't do something like that to her. Whether he just didn't do it because it was an order from his boss or because he liked her enough to not hurt her was not important right now.

As if in a trance, she let go of the fabric of her silk cloak and a small gap opened up right in the middle of her body. Her bare skin was somewhat illuminated by the red light in the room and without thinking about it, the soldier's attention flitted to the gap. Under Ana's coat, she wore nothing but a pair of dark panties, the color of which could only be guessed since the lights were too dim. His hands were still tightened into fists, only now it wasn't because of his shame.

"Hey," the Russian murmured cautiously, stepping slowly toward him. She noticed how his eyes darkened when he noticed her permissiveness, and tried to suppress the uprising heat in her cheeks. She was stimulating to him. This cold, emotionless man couldn't tear himself away from the sight of her semi-naked body. The thought flattered her ego and put the eighteen-year-old in an almost intoxicated state. Her nervousness was still in the back of her mind, but it was joined by self-confidence, pride, and satisfaction. Now she was finally herself again - with the thrill of exciting curiosity.

"You want more, Alek?" The question barely sounded like one. It sounded more like a promise. The Winter Soldier swallowed. He felt his stance lose tension and his mouth go dry as Ana moved closer and closer to him. His breathing quickened minimally as he watched her gingerly stroke her silk cloak. He leaned against her narrow dresser to get a better look at her.

Without any warning, she shrugged her shoulders, shaking off the soft fabric from her arms. As if in slow motion, it fell to the red carpet around her feet. Iljana didn't even look like she noticed and continued walking towards him. The soldier briefly remembered the tune he had heard in the main room. Now he understood why people wanted to listen to music when they watched attractive women dance. The soft skin of her taut breasts bobbed slightly with each of her steps towards his person. It hypnotized him.

"Alek? May I undress you?" Her deep, feminine voice sounded like it came from another, far more mature woman. But it didn't stop his body from letting all his blood pool downward – if anything, it sped up the process. The tightness of his pants was becoming more and more uncomfortable.

"May I?" She was standing right in front of him now, raising her hands questioningly. Her warm breath mingled with his and just from her scent, he could almost taste the unknown berry he'd been craving for months.

"Yes."

Iljana didn't even hesitate for a second. Without breaking eye contact with him, she took his human hand in hers and pulled on the leather glove. She did the same with his other. Before releasing it, however, she ran her fingertip over the silvered plates of his palm. A soft smile lit her features.

"Do you still feel that?"

His breath almost caught in his throat. Just as Ana was about to drop his hand, he turned her so that he could intertwine his fingers with hers. Surprised, she opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, the soldier's human hand buried itself in her curls and guided her the last few inches toward him.

He pressed his lips against hers.

It was like a dream. Her hair was softer than feathers. Her scent enveloped him like a cocoon and clouded his keen senses. Her petite frame nestled against his sturdy ones. He felt hot. His battle gear was in his way. He wanted to rip it off him so he could feel Ana's soft skin on his. But he wasn't allowed. He'd given her his word, and the soldier in him wasn't going to resist his new assignment. With a heavy heart, he let go of her and took a deep breath as he released her hand.

Confused, Ana looked up at him and frowned. It took a second and then she understood. She had asked him if she could undress him and now he was complying with her request. The corners of her mouth curled into a mischievous grin. He was giving her complete control of his body.

"Can you help me with your buckle?"

Without a word, he raised his human hand to his chest and opened it.

"Thanks. I'll take it from here," Ana whispered, stroking his torso carefully. Starting at the bottom, she undid every button on his jacket she could get her hands on. Once at the top, she made a beeline for the stubborn zipper. Alek had to take over for her for a moment when she got stuck halfway, and simply ripped his jacket open with one tug. A black shirt emerged from underneath it.

With great interest, she pulled the jacket off his shoulders and, without taking her eyes off his hard chest, let it fall to the floor. She swallowed at the sight of his handsome body. She recognized bulging veins snaking down his arm to his strong, big hand, driven only more to the surface of his skin by his muscles.

Ana became hungry for more. Without any shame, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. The Winter Soldier complied with her silent request and lifted his arms so she could smooth the shirt over his head.

She stared at his broad shoulders, down to his trained chest, to the hem of his pants. Not only was this man inhumanly strong, he looked even more powerful than she had imagined, despite his height. It occurred to Ana that she'd never seen a real six-pack in her life; only on billboards around town when she and the other girls went out for a weekend once a month.

A slight fuzz of hair trailed from his belly button down to a far more interesting part of his body that was still hidden from her eyes. Inevitably, she remembered wiping the used condom off his shaft and the thought of taking him in her mouth the last time they were intimate. She decided to pursue her desire today, but to do so she would first have to rid Alek of his clothes.

Exited, she tentatively groped for a button, but found none on his waistband. Questioningly, she looked up and looked directly into the soldier's alert eyes. He regarded her features and lingered on her mouth again. Iljana knew he wanted to kiss her. It was so surreal to the eighteen-year-old that the man didn't just take what he was eagerly waiting for. Even though he could overpower her with no problem, he held back and accepted that she was taking control of him. Ana had never experienced anything like this in her time as a sex worker. Of course there were johns who wanted to be dominated, but this had nothing to do with dominance. They were both curious about what was going to happen next, even though it was both in their hands. Still, they were careful not to scare off their counterpart.

Without taking his eyes off Ana's face, Alek fumbled with his waistband and loosened it. Relieved that his erection was no longer rubbing against the rough fabric, he exhaled and was about to brush his pants off his hips when the Russian stopped him.

"Wait. This is the best part. I'll take that one, Alek."

Smirking, she pulled his metal hand aside. He wasn't wearing any underpants, which Ana found odd. Surely his people had enough money to get him one after all. Still she had no idea who exactly he was or what exactly he did for work, but judging by his appearance, it probably wasn't anything legal. He called himself "Soldier" as if he didn't own a name and... She faltered in her movement. Horrified, she looked up at him.

Alek had been watching her all along and couldn't wait to finally get out of those pants. Her sudden change of emotion from seductive to shell shocked confused him. Had he made a mistake?

"Sorry, I just... never mind," Ana muttered, shaking her head slightly.

She didn't want to kill the mood and ask if he even knew his own name. Her questions could wait.

Without wasting much time, she got down on her knees and pulled his pants down in the process. Her eyes were on his shoes as his erection jumped out at her. Eager not to lose concentration, she undid the laces of his boots and silently instructed him to lift his leg.

Cautiously, she lifted her gaze as he just let the second shoe slip off of him. It was the first time Iljana had really looked at his dick. He was wider and longer than most of her suitors – even though he was only semi-hard. No wonder she could have come that night they last saw each other, if he'd lasted longer. She didn't know many men who had this generous equipment to offer and could also make Ana feel this good with it.

Thick, blue veins stood out against the soft skin of his erection and she eyed the red glans with interest, a small drop of precum forming on the tip. She bit her lip as she imagined what he would taste like. She imagined how he closed his eyes as she slid his warm foreskin up and down over his glans, moistening it again and again with her tongue. Ana cleared her throat cautiously and looked back at Alek's boots.

After both shoes were set aside, she straightened up again, this time looking him straight in the face. Attentively they both looked at each other, now that Alek was showing more skin than the Russian in front of him. He had remained quiet the entire time, only stirring when prompted. He was indeed a perfect soldier. And for keeping his word, Ana was going to reward Alek and give him what he was clearly craving.

She smiled and clasped his face with both hands. Gently, she ran her thumbs along his cheekbones and leaned forward. She tilted her head a little to the side and kissed his cheek as gently as she had ever done. Even when Nessa and her greeted each other it was just a small, jerky kiss from either side, sometimes not even hitting their cheeks but lingering in the air. This one was different. She put something into it, but what exactly it was she couldn't describe.

Her soft kiss lasted a few seconds and she felt Alek's body respond to the touch. He exhaled deeply and closed his eyes.

Ana now turned to the other side and kissed that just as softly as the first one. His skin felt dry. Dry and rough, due to the stubble from his not so long ago shaven beard. Again the soldier exhaled and leaned forward a little to increase the pressure of her lips on his cheek. He enjoyed her caress and had to pull himself together mightily to keep from taking her right here and now.

"You can touch me."

He didn't need to be told twice. His human hand tried to grab her thigh and push it closer to his body, but missed and instead pressed his full hand against her ass. If Ana had been surprised, she didn't let it show. She pressed her lips to his cheek one more time, this time just a little higher toward his temple. Meanwhile, Alek was now putting his metal hand to work as well, reaching for the other side of her ass. With a tug, he pulled her even closer so that their bodies were nestled together. His erection pressed against her lower belly.

The Russian continued her kissing trail and stood on tiptoe when she got to his forehead. She knew this was way too intimate and they were both on a path that was absolutely impossible for them to continue. She needed to stop kissing him like a lover and start doing her damn job.

The turnaround was abrupt. Ana eased away from his face and sucked on his neck without warning. She tasted fresh sweat and something she couldn't describe.

The Winter Soldier opened his eyes in surprise, but couldn't complain. Goosebumps spread on his arms and his erection continued to pump up with blood. It made him tremble slightly. He ran his hands up her back and buried his human one in her full red-brown curls. Firmly, but not roughly, he pulled at her mop of hair and turned her face back to his. He couldn't wait any longer.

As they both kissed, a fire broke out. Nothing of the previous gentle touches remained. Greedily, Ana now also reached into his full hair and pulled at his roots. Alek moaned in surprise and arousal against her mouth, pressing her further against his naked body. Her tongue licked briefly over his lower lip and immediately entwined with his as he opened his mouth for her. His rough stubble scraped against her chin until her skin was so sensitive it almost hurt. She couldn't care less.

Unthinkingly, Ana's hand fell from his hair and encircled his now fully hard cock. She let him slide through her hand twice and then let go of him again. The soldier was already so aroused that he could come without difficulty within the next few strokes of her hand. To give his slightly trembling legs a break, he took a step back and leaned against the small table that stood against the wall opposite her bed.

Without much waiting, the eighteen-year-old broke away from Alek and squatted in front of him. Somewhat perplexed, he looked down at her and for a second Iljana thought he didn't know what was coming. But that wasn't possible. No one could look like that and be so innocent. But when she encircled him with her hand and licked over the slit of his glans with pure pleasure, his breath quickened so abruptly that she actually thought that no one had ever sucked him off.

It was electrifying. Her breath clashed against his damp skin and when her hot mouth tightened completely around him, Alek squinted his eyes and threw his head back. This feeling was new to him. He gripped the edge of the table, seeking support against it. His legs trembled.

Ana's tongue wrapped around part of the underside of his shaft and pressed lightly against it. She sucked a little harder when she heard his soft moans from above her. From this position she couldn't look up at him and admire his face, but the sounds he was making were more than enough. For a moment she played her little game with him until she realized he was already starting to pulsate slightly in her mouth. Quickly she let go of him and straightened up with a jerk.

When her warmth left him, he was on the verge of complaining. His metal hand twitched and almost snapped forward to push her head down and take what his body demanded of him. The Winter Soldier knew he would have done that to any other woman. Why he didn't do it to this one, he couldn't explain.

"Sit on the bed, please."He did as she asked him.

Without waiting, she removed her panties, sat down on his lap and gently pressed against his chest. At first he didn't move, but after she applied pressure with her hand again, he followed her silent instruction.

His back had never been laid down on something this soft. The scent of the unknown berry enveloped him as he laid his head on one of Iljana's pillows. He looked at her bare breasts hanging just above his face as she leaned over him to fish a condom out of the well-stocked bowl on the nightstand. As Ana sat back on top of him, she smiled briefly at him before tearing open the packet. Lifting his head in interest, he watched her take it in her hand and stroke that second skin over his dick like she had last time. The soldier didn't know what exactly it was, but if ljana felt it was necessary, he wouldn't resist. The main thing was that she stayed right where she was and gave herself to him like she had a few months ago.

His eyes searched her gaze, but the girl focused solely on the task of unrolling the condom properly. That was one of the most important things she had had to learn from the beginning. An STD could be treated - as long as it wasn't HIV - but artificially terminating a pregnancy was expensive and dangerous. There had once been a girl working in this brothel who had been overpowered by a suitor in her room and later had to deal with the consequences of an unwanted pregnancy. Ana could still remember how she was taken to a doctor by Oleg one day and never came back after that. Nessa later told her that she had bled to death during the illegal abortion and that Madame Lémieux had sent the money she had earned and three thousand rubles extra to her grieving family as compensation. The young Russian woman did not want to suffer this fate as well.

"Ana," Alek murmured softly, reaching for Iljana's hips. The eighteen-year-old faltered in her movement and looked up at him. Her body tingled every time he spoke her name. The soldier looked at her questioningly, and she realized she must have been so lost in her thoughts that she'd only slipped the condom halfway over him.

She blushed and quickly leaned down to cover her mistake. A quick kiss was all it took and Alek immediately closed his eyes and let himself be pushed down onto the bed once more as she now unrolled the condom completely. Hastily, she fiddled with a small bottle on her side table next to the bowl of condoms. As some lube accumulated on her palm, she quickly brought her hand to her body to wet herself and smear the last of it on the tip of the condom.

"Now then," she muttered to herself rather than Alek, positioning herself over him.

His eyes were fixated on the younger girl's face throughout, which was getting rather annoying as time went on. Ana smirked slightly as she returned his gaze and finally decided to put him out of commission.

With an elegant sway of her hips, she lowered herself onto him and groaned in shock as he stretched her inner walls considerably more than she had expected. At the same moment, the soldier contorted his face and growled deeply. His metal arm buried itself into the eighteen-year-old's tender skin, which she commented on with a pain-filled hiss. Immediately, he released her leg from his grip. To his horror, a red handprint was already visible on her thigh.

"Jesus, Alek. Are you trying to crush me?" snorted Ana in amusement, but in her eyes he saw a hint of suppressed panic. Without waiting for an apology, she rocked her hips up and down in a slow grope. They both forgot about the little incident and refocused on what was really important.

Iljana groaned uncontrollably. Even if she wanted to hold back, this position made the soldier hit a spot inside her that she had barely felt before. She knew this man could make her come and greedily tried to do just that. Meanwhile, Alek beneath her was nearly losing his mind. All he could still perceive were the glorious sounds coming from the woman above him and the incredible feeling of her tightness taking him further and further inside her. Her legs pressed against his hips as she sank back down on top of him with a flourish after letting him slide extra far out of her.

He didn't understand how the union of two people could feel so good. No single reward from his merchant was as good as this. Even if this wasn't supposed to be a reward, but simply a means to an end to exhaust him.

The Russian's delicate hands slid down his chest and then braced themselves on his taut thighs. Ana drew her knees up, leaning back as she did so, and quickly propped herself up on her feet. In this crouch, she had relieved many suitors of hers of their pressure. She knew the sight of her naked breasts in this position was incredible and heard Alek's surprised moan in confirmation. He grabbed Iljana's breasts without asking this time and then after a while slid back to her waist to show her the perfect rhythm.

She felt the soldier slowly coming to his end. Gradually he thrust into her more and more erratically from below, and his low growl morphed into the moan she had already encountered on their first meeting. It sounded almost animalistic.

grabbed his hands and he granted her complete control without resistance. She lifted Alek's arms experimentily, leaned forward, crossed them over his head and held them there. Ana's knees fell forward again as she did so, and the smooth skin of his hard chest pressed against her soft one. At the first thrust of his hips against hers, Ana could feel immediately that she could come in this position. Her heart was pounding faster than before.

The soldier gritted his teeth. The Russian could see a bead of sweat stray from his forehead into his hair. In ecstasy, he closed his eyes and pushed his hot breath against Ana's plump lips with each collision of their body middles. She leaned down and kissed him. When she let go of him, he groaned against her mouth and pressed his head further into the soft pillow beneath him. And then she felt it. Slowly, something ballooned in her abdomen. Startled, her mouth dropped open as she pressed her forehead against the soldier's cheek. The next few seconds were indescribable to the eighteen-year-old. She felt something building inside of her, like a maelstrom that took everything with it. She moaned almost desperately against his sweaty skin. Her legs trembled. She didn't know what to do. The girl's arms couldn't hold themselves up over the soldier for much longer. Everything was spinning in her head. In that pure lust, their lips found each other and then Ana felt the man's rough hands beneath her making their way to her ass, trying to hold it still. The Russian wrenched her eyes open, watching as the soldier's eyebrows drew together and at the same moment he pulsated violently inside her.

Alek shuddered visibly. Hot cum spurted out of him in waves, filling the condom almost to the breaking point. He managed to hold the younger girl down, but realized that wasn't necessarily in her best interest. Still dazed, he blinked up at her and was taken aback to find that she was looking at him angrily. He slumped a little.

"Oh no, you can forget about that," she hissed, quickly withdrawing from his hardness. She had never removed a condom so quickly and reached for a new one. The Winter Soldier didn't know what hit him and Iljana sank back down on top of him.

"Don't disappoint me now," she moaned cautiously.

When Alek entered her, he nearly burst again. Every move she made overstimulated his senses massively. His legs twitched and he didn't know whether to open or close his eyes to counteract this hypersensitivity. Despite the uncomfortable overstimulation, his dick pumped itself full with more blood.

The Russian hardly cared if that was the will of her suitor. She only wanted to find her release at that moment and held everything down that was necessary for it.

"By God, Alek. Fuck me already."

For a moment, nothing happened. One could only hear the wild breathing of the two in the room and then it finally clicked in his head.

Without warning, the soldier straightened up and grabbed her hips. She squealed in fright as he turned them both over with a jerk and pushed Ana into the soft pillows on the bed. Without waiting, he thrust mercilessly into her as she instinctively wrapped her legs around him.

"Oh, shit," she clenched between her teeth and threw her head back. He only commented on this exclamation with an equally loud moan and pressed his lips lustfully against the now exposed skin on her neck. Suddenly everything was so easy for the Winter Soldier. Every move he made was calculated to the last detail, just like his murders. He felt as if he had been in just such a situation before. Reflexively, he started sucking under her ear and then was further encouraged to do so with a demanding hand on the back of his head. He felt goosebumps spread across Iljana's skin and knew he was finally doing something right.

The soldier noticed the Russian loosen her legs around him and pull the right one under his body between them. Confused, he leaned back a bit to give her more space and watched the woman make her strange movement. She pulled her leg up until she rested it on his metal arm. Her knee now pressed against the red star of his otherwise silver shoulder. Warm flesh on cold plates.

"Come on, Alek."

Her voice sounded so inviting and full of emotion. Auburn hair lay like a halo on the plush pillow beneath her head. Red cheeks paired with plump kissed lips and brown eyes half-opened in lust, looking up at him expectantly. The sight of her made the man freeze in action. Ana didn't have the faintest clue what kind of person she was looking at right now. He was a murderer. A machine – created to kill. There was blood on his hands, staining her perfect soul with his every touch. He couldn't disrespect such beauty, he didn't deserve-

A hand pulled painfully at the roots of his scalp. Ana brought her face very close to his ear.

"I swear, if you don't fuck me right now, I'll call someone else to my room and-" Her threat was immediately cut off by a particularly forceful thrust of his hips. The soldier suppressed his remorse - amazed that he even had anything like a conscience after all the assassinations - and now focused completely on the younger woman beneath him. In retrospect, he would realize that he had been thinking about himself and his surroundings more than ever at that moment. He would wonder if that was normal or if it was just a side effect of not being put on ice for almost a year now.

He was penetrating her deeper now. Iljana felt the suction in her abdomen again and couldn't wait to reach the deliciously sweet end Alek promised her with every thrust of his hips. He moaned with her again and lifted her ass off the bed with his metal hand to better thrust into her.

As if in a trance, the man watched the girl slowly open her mouth more and more into a silent scream and contort her face almost as if in pain. The one annoying strand of his raven black hair fell in front of his eyes, but he didn't care in the least. All he could see was Ana. Ana. Ana.

"Oh, God!"

Desperately, the eighteen-year-old clawed at the soldier's back. The force with which her inner walls suddenly tightened around Alek's erection made him moan unstoppably. Ana's orgasm snapped them both out of it completely. It literally exploded inside her. Nothing in this world could describe this extraordinary feeling. No single thought could form in her brain at this moment. Her extremities twitched like they were possessed, only pressing Alek deeper inside her. Between all the excitement, Iljana barely noticed how the soldier climaxed as well. This time it was even more intense than before. In fact, it even hurt a little, but he completely blanked that out.

Drenched in sweat, they both exhaustedly spluttered and hugged each other like lovers. The room smelled of sex and old perfume.

Carefully, Alek nestled his face into the hollow between Ana's shoulder and neck, trying hard to calm his wildly beating heart. The Russian meanwhile ran her fingernails almost lovingly over his sweaty back. In thanks, he kissed her shoulder and then wandered up to her neck to suck on it. Her inner walls automatically tightened around him from the arousal and instinctively he pressed his hips against hers again. It was incomprehensible how long this man could be hard for her. Ana felt blood rushing into his fat veins, supplying his erectile tissue with new energy. Was this even physically possible? Could a man stay hard that long without any drug influence? She couldn't even remember him going completely soft in between.

From the new, Alek pushed into her and his metal hand pressed her right thigh to the mattress. His human one buried itself in Iljana's tousled hair as he continued to bite and suck on her neck.

"God, have mercy," the young woman stammered, clawing at his back with the last of her strength. In a way that would have made any other man bleed.

He slowly pulled out of her almost completely and then thrust back into her wet tightness, as if they hadn't had enough sex already. But Ana let him do it. She was so exhausted and pleased with herself and the world that it wasn't until the third, harder thrust of his hips that she could form a proper thought.

The soldier just pumped into her with a full condom. A condom that was already strained enough and could burst at any moment. She thought of the dead pregnant girl again and a cold shiver ran down her spine.

"Alek, stop..." whispered Iljana far too softly. She was still so weak.

The soldier did not hear her. He now also pressed her left leg against the mattress and pushed deeper into her than before. She moaned. It was too much. Her tightness could barely stand his width.

"Please-" Another thrust of his hips interrupted her plea. She wanted it-she wanted him, but she couldn't expose herself to this danger any longer. "Please, stop!"

He faltered abruptly in his movement and raised his head. His pupils were so dilated that the blue in his eyes was almost completely swallowed by the black. His inhumanly strong hands eased from her legs and he straightened from her. Ana took a deep breath and then leaned on her elbows, watching as he pulled out of her completely. The condom was still intact, but like the first one, it was filled up quite well. A few more minutes and it would most definitely have broken.

"Alek," she searched for the right words to explain to him what had gone wrong. "You can't keep having sex with a full condom. It can break and we... we don't want that."

For a moment he looked at her in silence and then nodded slowly. Ana sighed and dropped back into the pillows. It took a few seconds before he too lay down on his side beside her, studying her face intently. The Russian turned to him and did the same. Silently, they both looked into each other's eyes. Blue met brown.

She noticed that the condom was still on him and reached for his member. She skillfully unrolled it and threw it directly into the trash can next to her side table.

"Ana. "

Surprised, she turned to Alek and eyed him. It looked like he wanted to ask her something. But that couldn't be, could it? Ana couldn't remember him saying more than two words at a time to her, anyway. And right then, she bristled. Yes he had, he'd said more than that once before. It was right after their first time together. Was it possible that he became more talkative after an orgasm?

"Yes?"

He stared at her with a furrowed brow. It was as if he wanted to decode her like a riddle. But Iljana Bolschakow was anything but a riddle. She was like an open book. She told a strange man about her family without a second thought. She kissed this man as if it were not forbidden to them. She gave him a name, a possible identity he would never have thought about. Just to have a thought alone had not even been possible for him before her. He remembered her cold finger, how she ran it so delicately over his cheekbone and let it stop at his lips. A strange feeling spread through him as he remembered what she'd said to him earlier. If he didn't fuck her, she'd get another man to do it.

Is that her job? Was that the job of the other women down in the main room? Did they take men to their room and give them just as much of themselves as Ana had done for him?

"Why are you here?"

Ana stared at him. She heard that non-Slavic accent again.

"Why am I here? "

He looked at her piercingly and nodded slightly. She didn't quite understand what he meant. Why she was in this room? Or working for the Maison de plaisir? She decided on the latter.

"I- Well, I'm here to make money." She turned away for a moment, biting her lower lip. "My family's in debt. Grandfather started betting after Grandmother died and lost more in one night than we even had in our possession. At one point, men came to our house and threatened and beat him. My mother started working as a temp in a store in addition to her full-time job, and Grandfather went back to construction. But there still wasn't enough money to pay off our debts. I packed my bags one day and was going to look all over Russia for a job that paid enough to keep us alive. "

She cleared her throat and glanced briefly at Alek, but quickly looked away again to keep from blushing. "No one who offered legal work wanted to hire a thirteen-year-old to work for them. I took on petty theft and drug deals for a gang on and off as time went on, but they didn't pay me for it. So I left and then I got here eventually. It-it's not a bad job. We get paid well here and we're under Madame's protection. But if my grandfather knew where the money came from-"

Iljana broke off to collect herself. She brushed her hair out of her face and adjusted the pillow under her head. "I think my mother knows. But she won't say anything because we don't have a choice. I send my family just about all the money I make here each week. In a few years we'll be debt free. Maybe then I can graduate from my old school and learn a proper trade." She smiled at that thought. Hope burned so strong in her even after all these years. She knew that someday she would be happy. If she lost faith, then there would be no reason for her to stay here anymore.

The Winter Soldier stared at the ceiling. Ana wished he would at least show some small reaction. She didn't want pity; it really could have been worse for her. But lying in a silent room now, still having the smell of really good sex in her nose, was just too uncomfortable as time went on.

"Alek?"

"Yes."

"Do you know your name?"

He continued to stare at the ceiling, not moving. Ana held her breath. The tension in the air between them was almost unbearable.

"Soldier."

"No, I mean your real name."

Another pause.

"I don't have one."

"Everyone has a name," she whispered so softly he could barely hear her. Tears welled up in her eyes. After all the pain and apprehension she'd felt over the past few years, after all the tears she could have shed in self-pity, she was now shedding them for a man she didn't even hardly know. For a man who had no name for himself.

"Alek." Ana swallowed as his icy blue eyes finally met hers. "My name is Alek."