Dear Diary,
We made a phone call today, Bucky and I.
Upon calling King T'Challa, he informed us he'd be sending a jet to our location to pick us up, which, he did. From there, we spent a long day in said jet making our way across the oceans of the world and Africa itself to get to the very cleverly hidden Wakanda.
When we arrived, it was around 9:45pm local time.
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After leaving the jet with what little belongings we had at hand, we were met by T'Challa himself.
"Your highness," I addressed him.
"Captain... Sergeant," he regarded us after we entered the palace. "Welcome to Wakanda, home of our lively Wakandans, the myth of the Black Panther, and the rare Wakandan Vibranium. Your quarters, which are connected by a single door, have been prepared and are ready for your arrival whenever you so choose. You are welcome to remain in the lobby area here or roam the palace, surrounding grounds, and towns as you wish; just try to be back for midnight. Breakfast is not at any specific time tomorrow, as I am well aware of your... tiring travels. That being said, we will have lunch together at noon. We will not focus on Sergeant Barnes' treatment tomorrow, as this is a matter that begs for a specific time and place. This meeting is set for the 26th of September at precisely 8:30pm in the conference room upstairs. From now until then, myself, the mighty royal guards and their leader, Okoye, as well as my sister, Shuri, will be carefully maintaining the peace in regards to yourself and, more specifically, Sergeant Barnes. Further questions?"
"How do you plan to address Bucky and his... condition on the 26th without an examination?" I asked.
"As we all watch over you from afar, we will be monitoring him," T'Challa began. "This includes the Dora Milaje noting specifics on his triggers, whereabouts, and even conversation topics. There is also a monitor in his bed, and solely his bed, that will scan his sleep schedule and solidity, record any noises made during his sleep, and track REM cycles as well as dream patterns."
I looked at Bucky and he seemed ok with it, so I nodded in agreement. "I really appreciate you doing this."
"Of course, Captain," he replied. "It is the least I can do after wrongly assuming your friend did something he most certainly did not. This is my pleasure and would be an honor."
"Thank you," Bucky added with a smile. "It really does mean a lot."
"Not to be rude or cut things short," I started. "It's just that we really are tired and... I think we're gonna head off to bed."
"But of course," he smiled. "I hope you find everything to your liking. Goodnight."
We parted ways and said nothing to one another until we reached my room. He closed and locked the door behind us.
"He seems very..."
"Okay with all of this," Bucky cut off.
"I was gonna say prepared."
"Well, we did kinda disappear for nearly three months without any warning, you know," he reminded me.
"Yea, yea," I agreed. "I know. I happen to think it was warranted, though, don't you?"
"I guess so, yea," he replied. "After everything we've both been through, we needed some... alone time."
"Alone time, huh?" I came back as he approached my seated self at the king bed I was to call my own.
"Yea, and not just traveling the world together, you know," he explained, placing his knees down between my legs as he laid me down and crawled on top of me. "More like, this," he kissed me. "And, this," his hands trailed down my chest and snuck beneath my shirt, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor. "And... this," his cold metal fingertips dragged beneath my belt and I shivered beneath him.
"You mean all the stuff we had months to catch up on but never did?" I asked sarcastically. "Of course this is the time and place for that, isn't it?"
"Well, surely everything has a time and place," he agreed. "And perhaps this isn't your ideal situation because, frankly, you're not in complete and utter control," he leaned over to my ear and began to whisper. "But, Stevie, that's what makes this that much more thrilling."
I chuckled and grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him like I knew damn well he was right. If this was our only shot, so be it.
I peeled his shirt away and, before long, started for his belt as he went for mine. It felt like, after we realized where we were headed, it was a rush. Like we needed this now more than any other pervious time.
His kisses were ravenous and animalistic but, somehow, loving. It was this versatility that I loved so dearly between us.
Our belts were to the floor and our pants were unbuttoned; my hands ran across his chest and down his abdomen as his rested intertwined with my hair. He was grinding on me and I could feel the blood boiling within my veins as it rushed down, down, down. Our breathing was erratic, my heartbeat raged against my chest and roared uncontrollably in my ears.
He pulled his lips from mine, but continued moving against my body so perfectly. "Steve," he mumbled. "I love you."
"I love you too, Buck," I returned, out of breath.
He stood and yanked his boots off, pulling his pants down next as I did just the same.
When he came back to me, I pushed him to my side and got on top of him and straddled those massive thighs. His hands met my ass as I leaned down and planted my lips on his, immediately diving back in with my tongue as he manually moved my pelvis against his own.
I felt a moan slip from my lips and he stopped, just to look at me and say something. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear that heavenly noise again," he whispered, pulling me into him forcefully, perfectly displaying how insatiable he had become.
He started kissing my neck as I continued moaning quietly into the air between us. That little bit of stubble he had combined with the longer hair falling around his face tickled my neck in the most sensual and arousing possible way. I couldn't stop grinding down on him now, especially as he grabbed my ass so voraciously.
He moved to my ear and licked my earlobe before biting down on it, grumbling suggestively into my ear- he always knew how to make my whole body shiver.
Going for my underwear, he cupped me in his hand and started massaging- it sent me off the rails, and he knew it would, too. He chuckled, but it wasn't the end. I took him in my hand, too, the fabric still between our skin, and he inhaled so sharply... it was like he had no idea what I was up to.
He started pulling them down, so I took it into my own hands. Hell, he took off his too and got on top of me and... he was perfect. He was a God before me.
And, allow me to say, if I thought he was big before that damned serum he took when HYDRA had him... I don't think there's a word to even begin to explain what I'm seeing right now.
We were so warm together, rolling around on this bed stark naked and grinding on each other like nothing else ever mattered more than this moment. We were sweaty and lost in everything that surrounded us as we simply reached out incessantly and greedily for bare skin.
I could feel the undeniable arousal throbbing between my legs because I knew how close we were right now to doing something I'd waited so long to taste once more.
As he rested above me, kissing me perfectly, he took me into his cold, metallic hand and I knew I had to savor it because that sensation was not easily matched. The coldness that was presented matched undeniably with the raging fire building within me that I nearly busted right there. God, then he started pumping up and down between his fingers and I had to motion for him to stop.
But, I could see in his eyes he had no intention of actually doing so. I felt myself getting uncontrollably louder and losing sight of what was actually happening just before I watched that familiar ribbon of white land on his chest and mine.
I kissed him again, not caring about the mess we'd just made and feeling almost unfulfilled from it. There was more to come and it was coming right now, wasn't it?
He chuckled into my mouth before pulling away. "You need more, don't you?" he asked.
I nodded and he smirked at me as his lips and hips realigned with mine anew. Christ, I was already hard again, too.
I watched as he led his left hand down beyond my field of vision. I closed my eyes so that I might keep the actual moment a surprise in and of itself. I felt as though I'd been filled with ice for an instant - which wasn't as far from reasonable experience as I'd thought, upon remembering - as he slipped a sole finger into me.
The cold masked the pain that tended to come in tandem and it felt like it was fueling me. I wanted more of that very thing. Reaching down, I guided two more metallic fingers into me without hesitation, feeling that fleeting, wondrous sensation once again.
"I'm ready," I whispered after not too long.
"Are you sure?" he sounded skeptical, seeing as he had taken everything into account.
"I've never been more sure," I replied, pulling his fingers out and pulling him close. "And I've never wanted you more than I do right now, Buck."
He smirked and kissed me immediately, lining himself up as well.
Before I had a chance to say anything else, I found myself unable to stop that so-familiar euphoria from overtaking me. It had been just as I'd remembered it to be. Sure, there was some initial pain, but the aftermath was fully worth every second.
He moved above me so flawlessly and within me so fluidly that I couldn't tell us apart. Was it him I was looking at or was it me? How had it become so much like a mirror in that we knew each other so unimaginably well that there was no need to wait or hold on or anything, just about?
This had to be what love was, it just had to be.
I watched his soul unravel and strip his boundaries and become this person that I undoubtedly knew better than anything else that had ever or would ever exist in my life. This was it. He was everything. And this is just what it all had to come to eventually, even after we'd both experienced such incredible changes.
The room filled with our perfect symphony; sounds that melodied with one another only when we were together like this.
I could feel him within me getting close as I watched and listened as it happened, too, before me. I realized I had been there again as well. We were there together and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Those heavenly noises he was producing threw me over the edge as he, himself, met me on the other side. It was... epic, really, to have had that happen like it did.
Eventually, after he pulled out and took post next to me, both of us covered in sticky, white love, he looked at me with those ethereal eyes and that gracious smile. I sent him back my best rendition of the same.
"As much as I really, really want to," I began. "You know yo-"
"I know," he said. "I know I have to, eventually, make my way back to my own room so I can be monitored. I don't want to, God, I don't. But it's the only way anything will ever get better. And I'd have you come, but you already did... twice."
"Buck!" I whisper yelled at him.
"What?" he came back. "It's true. And, in all seriousness, I would have you join me, but we both know you can't."
I nodded. "I know, I know."
"I'll see you in the morning," he told me. "We'll see one another before we leave our rooms just as we've been doing all summer- I promise."
"Fine," I conceded. "But I'm not gonna like this. Not one bit."
"No one said you had to," he chuckled. "C'mere," he pulled me over to him for one more kiss before he was to leave. After, he stood and picked up our scattered clothes, leaving mine on the chair across the way and taking his with him. "Goodnight, sunshine boy."
I smiled. "G'night."
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I had trouble falling asleep in that bed all alone. I assume that'll be a recurring theme, but I guess it can only get better... right?
~ Steve Rogers