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The asset knows it is imperative to appear as compliant as possible. This isn’t a difficult task. Its handlers modified its operating levels to unfamiliar settings. It can feel the heat rising beneath its skin. It can feel the strange wetness pooling between its thighs as it lies on a bed of metal. As far as the asset is concerned, that has never happened before.
The asset is barely even familiar with the sensation of the knot that will sometimes pop when its blood is pumping with adrenaline after a mission. Nothing ever happens to relieve the tension though, the handlers aren’t really fond of the knot. They usually play with its asshole. They’re always stuffing something up there and goading it into violence. The asset knows the rules though. No matter what happens, it isn’t supposed to retaliate. There are wisps of images and vague sensations of the times when it would kill anyone that made even a snide comment about fucking it in the ass. Now though, it knows better.
It vaguely listens in on the conversation between the main handler’s voice coming from the speaker in the ceiling and the other alpha in the room. The scent wafting off the other alpha’s body sends the asset’s blood straight to its dick. It smells like something the asset hasn’t known in a very long time.
The wetness continues to pool into a puddle beneath it. It’s still strange. The asset knows it’s going into heat but that knowledge is throwing it off, it’s warring with the rut that tears at its senses. The urge to fuck its dick into a wet hole in direct contrast with the unbearable need to be filled. It certainly doesn’t understand how both of these truths can exist at once. These occurrences are concepts that seem to roll off the asset in its bid to stay still, to comply, as it’s constantly told.
The scent of rancid blood and the feeling of it splattering against its skin is what makes the asset shift its attention to the center of the room. Its heart immediately begins beating faster. It’s difficult to stay still at the scene unfolding before it.
The other alpha, whose scent calls to the asset and brings with it visions of blond hair, a knobby spine, and a bloody grin, drags his altered body toward the table it's lying on. The alpha’s body is covered from top to bottom in black sludge that seems to writhe and move with his corded muscles. The fact that the alpha now towers well over the norm for a human man doesn’t even register to the asset, what with a face like that. The whites of the alpha’s eyes have grown significantly, his mouth can be likened to an animal with those sharp teeth that can very well rip through the asset’s flesh. It doesn’t understand what’s going on but knows its life is surely about to come to a swift end. There can be no other reason for a creature such as this to be encroaching on its space.
The asset does its level best to stay still, to comply with its orders, as the alpha stalks toward the table. A whimper still slips through its lips at the sight of the massive cock that swings between the enhanced alpha’s thighs like a weapon. It can barely hear a thing, its focus is on the cock that will surely cleave it in two. The asset now understands what all those surgeries were for as the alpha lays his massive dick next to its own. It now understands that it is meant to be bred quite possibly until it dies.
It begins to thrash in the bonds manacling it onto the table, its fear spiking but its body still managing to gush slick. The metal clang of its arm rings out around the room as its body begins to tremble, its legs shake uncontrollably, and fearful whines slip from its lips. The asset can’t bear to watch its own rape, not when it knows that massive dick is about to tear into the little hole the handlers carved just beneath its knot. So it doesn’t. The asset closes its eyes.
A growl is its only warning as the unbearably hot head of the alpha’s cock forces its way inside. Its cheeks feel wet and it realizes that tears are slipping from its eyes. The tears keep coming as the alpha rams through the barrier just inside its newest hole. The searing pain makes its arms jerk in reflex. Its legs try unsuccessfully to close, to keep the alpha from ripping the rest of it apart. A mournful wail pierces its ears. The asset doesn’t even realize it’s coming from its own mouth.
The asset peers through barely open lids to see the alpha taking his pleasure from it, the alpha’s lips are pulled back over his teeth in a seemingly permanent snarl. It chokes back its sobs as best it can and tries to take the pain in stride, tries to settle into the numbness reminiscent of cryo regardless of its fear of the ice. Pained whimpers still slip through its lips.
“Fuck, Bucky.”
All manner of nonsense falling from the alpha’s lips slithers into its ears, but that phrase curls insidiously around its spine. Who the hell is Bucky, the asset wonders. The question falls to the wayside in its thoughts when the feeling of the alpha’s cock begins to intensify. What was once pain with spurts of pleasure escalates into agony without even a second’s reprieve. Its hole is already stretching to its limits and the asset watches in horror as the alpha body’s changes. That black sludge covers him again while he’s still inside it. The asset’s breaths speed up, its heart pumps even harder. The alpha’s body thickens with the viscous ichor and his cock is getting bigger too, almost too big to fit. The asset’s eyes widen as its own hole finally gives, tearing with a wet burn that shoots straight to its core. The sound of its own flesh being torn seems to stick in its ears, echoing like a faded memory.
It isn’t until the sound of breaking glass ringing about in his thoughts that he realizes the pain isn’t there anymore. A sort of numbness is settling into his veins as the alpha’s thrusts keep getting sharper. It’s one thrust that’s angled strangely that makes his teeth hurt, the thrusts keep coming in that particular spot too. Everything just hurts. His ass hurts, his back, his pussy, his knot. It’s too much but he can’t bring himself to do much about it. Clenching his muscles, he whimpers. He can’t even clench right. The alpha, who looks suspiciously like rabid Steve on drugs, just keeps pumping away at his loose hole. He thrashes a little, the shock of it being Steve in between his thighs making his thoughts white out as memories seem to pour into his brain like lava.
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“Steve?”
His voice sounds rough, even to his own ears, like he hasn’t used it in ages. The sound of it must get the alpha’s attention but Steve doesn’t seem to actually hear him. He picks up the pace instead. Bucky can’t do anything but weakly whimper and moan as his body is brutally taken. He doesn’t understand how his life has gotten to this point. All he knows is that Steve is here, somehow, some way. He lost his faith a long time ago, right about the time he was sent to war as a boy and had to leave the only love he’d ever known. Perhaps this, Steve being here, regardless of the pain, is his gift. Perhaps this is his long forgotten faith paying off in some fashion. Perhaps this is okay, all of it. The pain of being taken like this isn’t how he envisioned being with Steve but because it’s Steve makes it better. As long as it’s Steve, he will be alright.
He doesn’t take notice of much beyond the lancing, throbbing hurt and Steve's face, barely feels it when ribbons of fluid paint his own chest. What he does feel is Steve ripping into his neck, taking the last thing Bucky owns and claiming it for himself. But he gains so much, he can feel Steve. Vaguely, he feels something else take hold of him but it seems so unimportant when Steve turns his proud eyes to his.
“You’re mine.”
Warmth immediately blooms in his chest but he feels his consciousness slipping. He can’t show Steve how much he appreciates his words in this moment, all he can do is allow the purr that vibrates in his chest to show it for him as darkness edges in on him.
“Yes, Steve, I’m yours.”
The last thing he sees before his vision fades is the brilliant smile that bleeds onto Steve’s face, stretching unnaturally wide into the blackness that overtakes him.
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