Choosing A Side

Summary: Companion piece to Picking A Side. Set during Captain America: Winter Soldier. What if Bucky had one more person on his side?
Warning(s): Spanking;D/s; M/m; sexual situations; Spoilers for Captain America: Winter Soldier; AU
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Jack Rollins

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The sense of betrayal burned and burned deep. Not because Brock Rumlow had decided to turn against Hydra and help Captain America, Steve Rogers. That actually hadn't surprised Jack at all. He'd known of Brock's crush on the good captain for quite some time.

No. The betrayal came from the fact Brock had chosen to do it when Jack was with him, but instead of giving him any warning or a chance to say 'I'm coming too', he'd knocked Jack out and left him behind to deal with HYDRA's anger at losing the Captain and one of their top agents in one go. He'd thought Brock understood he was just as disillusioned with HYDRA as he was. He would have left too, if given the chance. He'd thought they were friends.

In any case, HYDRA hadn't made life easy for one Jack Rollins. The only ones they seemed to care about were the highest ranked agents. The rest were so much cannon fodder. After Brock's defection, they seemed to hold him and his team personally responsible, giving them the crap jobs that were the most dangerous. Hence them surrounding the two-bit, flea infested motel that one Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, was hiding in. If they caught the soldier, they'd be rewarded with another crappy, death-defying job. If they failed... not like dead men could feel anything.

Jack was so over it. He was much like Brock. He'd joined without fully understanding what HYDRA were or what their goals were. (He hadn't even known it was HYDRA until he was in too deep to get out.) He never would have joined if he'd known. The assignment to recapture Bucky Barnes, so they could reinforce the brain washing, was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back.

He wondered if this was how it had been for Brock; one split second decision that would alter his future forever. As he knocked his partners out and hoped that the soldier chose his side to exit the building (he'd chosen this side because it seemed the most likely exit point), he pondered what he would do if Bucky Barnes actually let him flee with him (beyond asking the soldier to remove the tracking device every HYDRA agent had). Then he pondered what he would do if the soldier decided to kill him.

It was probably too late to worry about that now....

Bucky had been aware of HYDRA surrounding the motel. He had lingered inside for longer than he'd needed to, deciding on the best exit to take. The best course of action to use.

And then, when he had decided on his exit...to say he was surprised would be an understatement. He looked at the unconscious men on the ground and then focused on the lone man standing and raised his eyebrows. "You're gonna need more if you want to take me down."

Jack didn't try to hide his shiver at Bucky's words. The man's voice was cold silk on a sunburn. Clearing his throat uncertainly, he nearly whispered, "Was hoping you'd let me come with...."

Surprise had Bucky eyeing Jack; speculatively, not suspiciously. "You switching sides?"

"...Yeah. I mean... I'm taking myself off HYDRA's side, at least. Not foolish enough to believe they'll let me back on SHIELD's side anytime soon. If you let me come with you, I can be on your side...." Jack didn't hide his hope or nervousness. If he was going to convince Bucky to give him a chance, he had to be transparent. Vulnerable.

"I'm guessing they put a tracker in you," Bucky said. "If you're coming with me, you need to let me cut that out." He glanced around at the bodies, adding, "Not here. Don't want to risk them waking up before we're gone."

"They did. That was going to be my next request if you allowed me to go with you..." Jack admitted.

"Okay. We'll get out of this immediate area and then I'll cut the tracker out." Bucky began walking.

Jack immediately fell into step beside Bucky; close enough not to be left behind, but far enough away Bucky could see him and they could both move easily if they suddenly needed to fight. They moved quickly and, since the other HYDRA operatives hadn't expected a betrayal from him, they'd got several hundred feet before anyone realized Bucky had left his room. Jack heard the yelling when it was discovered and picked up his pace. "Need me to hotwire a car? A motorcycle? A plane?" He smirked at the last. There were no planes nearby, but that was on his skillset.

"Whatever we come across first." Bucky gave a quick grin as he added, "Plane might be a tall order, but you never know what we might come across."

Jack grinned at that. He kept an eye out and when he saw a nondescript, easily forgettable compact car, he motioned to Bucky. On receiving a nod from the other man, he moved to the car, popped the lock and then quickly hotwired the car, before glancing at the other man. "You want to drive, or am I playing chauffeur?"

"I'll drive," Bucky answered, getting in. He waited for Jack to join him before saying, "We'll remove the tracker in an area that's the opposite direction of where we're going. Have to be quick about it. You got anything you need to grab?"

"Everything I own is at the barracks. Can't retrieve it. Didn't exactly plan this..." he said, with a crooked smile. "Guess... I'll be shoplifting in the near future..." He grimaced. Of course, there had been some personal items he hadn't wanted to lose, but he'd put those into a safety deposit box years ago; in a city nowhere close to where they currently were.

Bucky continued to drive, taking a few moments to voice his response. "I've been expecting to need to run for a long time. I have money and other things put aside." He shrugged. "You can make use of what I have."

"You managed to do that without them finding out? Despite everything?" Jack sounded impressed. The 'despite being brainwashed and not remembering who you were' went unsaid.

"It was about survival," Bucky said. "Even being the Soldier, I wanted to survive. Tried to plan in case I was cut off entirely from everything."

"That makes sense. If I'd planned ahead, I prolly wouldn't be here right now. Woulda run long ago, when I first realized what I'd signed my life away to..." he huffed slightly. He'd never felt able to leave before. Helping Bucky in exchange for Bucky taking him with? Was the first time he'd had hope he could escape.

"What happened?" Bucky asked, as he drove out of the city, checking to make sure no one was following them yet. "Why did you join HYDRA in the first place?"

"Was in college. Got approached by a guy who said I looked like I'd make a good body guard and there was a lot of money in it, if I was interested. Said I could still finish university, because the people I'd guard were smart and I needed to be smart to keep up with them." Jack shot Bucky an embarrassed look. "Guess I wasn't that smart at all, since I didn't figure out who I was really working for until nearly five years later. By then, I'd seen too much. I knew I wasn't getting out alive."

"It might have taken you a long time, but you've made the right move now," Bucky said. "Of course, if you're feeling guilty, I know of some fairly effective consequences that will help."

"Guilt is my middle name..." Jack snorted. "...But I'm not real brave about facing consequences, or I would have left and let them kill me."

"Well, the consequence I'm talking about involves spanking," Bucky said. "It's over fairly quickly and doesn't cause permanent or even lasting harm."

Jack shot a startled glance in Bucky's direction. "Funny... they never mentioned Winter Soldier having a sense of humor...." He wasn't really sure how to respond. The offer- was it an offer? - The offer was almost abrupt and completely out of left field. Not that Bucky was wrong. He had felt guilty for a very long time. But as far as he knew, Bucky didn't even know his name yet. And here the man was offering to spank him so he wouldn't feel guilty? It was surreal.

How did the guy even come to a conclusion that such a thing was needed? Jack didn't think he'd even considered if it was appropriate or not. Jack ignored the fact that the offer made him feel hot and funny in ways he'd never felt before. That was definitely inappropriate. Jack really didn't know how to respond, so acted as if Bucky was joking.

"I'm from an old-fashioned time," Bucky replied. "In the army, corporal punishment was used far more than I suspect it is now. We're working together now. And I understand you feel guilty. I understand why you feel guilty. But feeling guilty isn't going to help." He shrugged. "Besides, you switched to my side. Kind of makes me responsible for you now."

Jack paused at that information. "So, what they said was true. You are really old. When you say guilt isn't going to help, is that more an observation, or a worry that it will cause problems?"

"It's speaking from experience," Bucky replied.

"I guess..." Jack wasn't convinced, but unless the older man said it was dangerous not to address it and wouldn't allow him to travel with him if he didn't address his guilt, he saw no reason to agree to being spanked. Especially when he was fairly certain it wouldn't work anyway. By this point, they were pretty far away from where they'd first started. "If you stop here, or at least slow down, I'll dig out the tracker and throw it in a sewer."

"It'll be easier if you let me do that," Bucky said, as he began to pull over. "Less likely to cause damage that way."

"Yeah. Okay. Probably quicker, too. It's in my left hip. Just above my butt..." Jack noted, even as he was glancing around for a spot where he could lean or lay that would make it easier for Bucky to access the area.

Parking at the side of the road, Bucky said, "If you put the seat back as far as it'll go, lay face down on it, that'll probably be easier."

"Yeah... of course." Jack did just that. "We'll have to get bandages later, but we can use my undershirt for bandages..." he suggested, beginning to strip off the armor he wore and put it in the back seat. Soon, all he wore was his fatigue pants and the white undershirt, which he removed and handed to Bucky.

Shirtless now, he lowered the car's seat, then lay on his stomach before taking a deep breath and pushing the fatigues and his underwear down to his knees. "Don't wanna get blood on them..." he muttered, in explanation of why he'd done that when he could have just pushed them far enough to get at the area without showing his butt.

Tearing the undershirt into strips, Bucky carefully bunched some of them around the area where he was about to cut in. Placing his flesh hand on Jack, to hold him steady and because part of him liked the skin-to-skin contact, he began to cut, going as carefully as he could while also as quickly as he could.

Jack grunted as he felt the knife slice in, but was able to hold still. He knew the painful part would be when Bucky had to probe for the device. He tried to mentally prepare, so he wouldn't jerk or try to get away.

"Good. You're doing good." Bucky murmured the words softly, gently rubbing Jack's back as he began to probe for the tracker with his other hand.

Jack grit his teeth and tensed as pain began to radiate from where Bucky dug into him. He couldn't stop the pained whimper, though he did manage to hold still with help. He was glad Bucky was a super-soldier, though. He didn't think the older man would have been able to hold him down otherwise. And then his body gave him something else to focus on besides the pain, or in addition to the pain. Jack let out a tiny sobbing laugh at the situation. Of course, his body would decide being pinned down by Bucky while the older man caused him to hurt was a good thing. Why wouldn't that be his lot in life? Made perfect sense, his sarcastic thoughts mocked him.

Finding the tracker, Bucky quickly crunched it in his metal hand and then used the remainder of the shirt to put a makeshift bandage on the wound. He didn't immediately pull his flesh hand away from the other man's back, though, instead letting it rest in place and rub gently. "Once we reach a safehouse, I can see about stitching the wound."

"Yeah..." Jack whimpered out. "Okay." He stayed still, not bothering to fix his clothes or raise the seat. That would just make the wound bleed more and unless they got in a chase where Bucky needed him to shoot at pursuing cars, it was easier to remain on his stomach and not aggravate the wound with his clothing. Plus, if he moved, there would be no way to hide the fact he'd just got turned on by Bucky restraining him.

Bucky tossed the tracker and wasted no time in driving away, after making sure that Jack was securely strapped in in such a way that wouldn't aggravate his wounds.

Jack tried to stay awake. He hadn't been wounded badly enough that he lost too much blood. But... the position did nothing to help him remain focused. He felt safe with Bucky, despite the older man's reputation; and he'd been under more stress than he'd realized. Just the fact he was with someone capable of protecting him, who he trusted not to stab him in the back, removed enough stress that he could relax. And relaxing made him sleepy. He began to doze fitfully, trying to fight his body and stay awake.

"Sleep if you need to," Bucky said, noticing Jack's struggle. "I'll wake you if I need to."

"Yes, sir." Jack immediately obeyed. Bucky may not have been a superior officer, but as far as Jack was concerned, the older man was in charge.

Bucky let Jack sleep, let him rest, until they reached the safe house. Then, he lightly touched the other man's shoulder to wake him.

Jack was immediately awake at Bucky's touch. Looking bleary-eyed, he glanced around, then began attempting to pull his pants up over the still sluggishly oozing wound. He hissed slightly as the pain set in. It felt worse now than it had while Bucky was removing the tracker. "How close are we to any other people?" he asked, in a gravelly voice.

"No one else around," Bucky answered. "If you want to leave the clothes off until I've stitched the wound, there's only the two of us to see."

"Yeah. S'long as it's okay..." he said wearily, trying but failing to keep the pain out of his voice. Slowly, carefully, he shifted enough to get his pants and underwear off. He was now naked. He sluggishly got out of the car, gathering his clothes and body armor, his weapons, then slowly walked into the house. He figured Bucky would have some way of hiding the car so that it wouldn't draw attention. He'd noted the car didn't have LoJack or any complicated way of retrieval when he'd chosen it to steal.

Bucky didn't waste any time moving the car so that it was out of sight, then entered the tiny hut after Jack. Immediately, he headed over to retrieve his first aid supplies.

Jack had found a bottle of bourbon in one of the cabinets. He hadn't opened it, though, waiting for Bucky to come in. "Where do you need me?" he asked gruffly, not bothering to hide the pain in his voice.

Bucky gestured towards the couch. "If you settle there." He retrieved what he needed from the kit. "How well do you think you can hold still?"

"I should be able to manage..." He left unsaid that he'd had worse pain. He was sure Bucky understood that. He walked to the couch. "Need me to lie on it, brace myself on it, hang over it?" he asked, not sure what angle or level would be best for Bucky to be able to see and sew.

"The only thing I need you to do is elevate that part of your body. Maybe with a cushion underneath you," Bucky suggested. "Other than that, position yourself however you're most comfortable."

Jack nodded and looked around the room until he found a cushion. Laying it on the couch, he lay down over it, his backside- in particular the area of his hip that needed stitching- raised higher than the rest of his body. He snorted softly. "In prime position for that spanking you seemed to be advocating..." he muttered, with a hint of humor. He still wasn't certain what to think of Bucky's suggestion. If the reason the older man had suggested it was because he believed Jack deserved it. Which. Okay. He probably did deserve it. Probably deserved worse, to be honest.

"Fairly sure you've done a lot that's deserving of punishment." Bucky sat down on the couch, placing his metal hand on Jack's lower back as he began to clean out the wound properly and then stitch it.

"You're not wrong..." Jack said softly, tension in his voice as he tried to control his breathing so that he wouldn't jerk at the wrong moment. "Spanking probably isn't close to what I really deserve, though...."

"Very few people get what they truly deserve," Bucky commented, as he stitched the wound carefully. "And while you did make a lot of mistakes, you've turned against HYDRA now. You've done the right thing now."

"I... I should have done it long time ago. But at least I finally did..." Jack's voice was regretful, though, when he admitted he should have left sooner. "Just have to figure out what to do now... unless... unless you let me stay with you, I'm on my own. Haven't been on my own, making my own decisions, in... well, I don't know that I ever have really." He gave Bucky an embarrassed look over his shoulder.

"Do you want to stay with me?" Bucky asked. "HYDRA will still be an enemy, but two of us together will have a better chance of protecting and watching each other's back."

"I... I would. If that's okay with you. I can follow your orders, if that's a concern...." Jack couldn't keep the hope out of his voice.

"I believe you," Bucky answered. "You've done fairly well at following the orders I've given so far." He finished stitching the wound. "All done."

Jack took a deep breath. "Thanks..." he said. He supposed he could get up and get dressed now, but the couch was comfortable. He figured they were as safe as they were going to be. Might give him a chance to wash the clothing he had left. When he got enough energy to move, anyway. "If I don't follow your orders, you could always spank me for disobedience..." he said tiredly, then blinked. Why the heck had he said that? Stupid traitorous body deciding it liked Bucky holding him down and making him sore. That was the only explanation. Although that didn't explain why he'd just blurt that out loud. Maybe he'd lost more blood than he'd thought. "Can I have some bourbon?" he asked, in an attempt to change the topic. Of course, if he had lost a lot of blood, Bucky would probably say no.

"You've lost a lot of blood," Bucky said, letting his hand rest gently on Jack's back. "Bourbon isn't a good idea right now. I have some pain meds, if you want to take some before resting."

"...'kay..." Jack agreed easily. He hadn't really expected to be allowed to drink anyway. He shifted slightly, but not enough to dislodge Bucky's hand. It felt safe. Comforting, even. "I don't need them, though. Should save 'em for if we get hurt more seriously...." Of course, if Bucky insisted, he wouldn't argue. He felt an urge to obey the older man.

Bucky gently rubbed Jack's back. "You don't need to be in pain either. I'd like you to take a dose."

"Y'sir..." Jack mumbled. He'd get up and get the pills after Bucky was done rubbing his back. That felt really nice.

"Good." Still gently rubbing Jack's back, Bucky grabbed a bottle of water and a couple of pills with his other hand, passing them to the younger man.

Jack took the pills, putting them in his mouth before swallowing them down with the bottle of water. He smiled at Bucky. "Thank you... for giving me a chance."

"Everyone deserves a chance," Bucky replied, still gently rubbing Jack's back.

"Even when they're bad?" Jack whispered.

"You made a mistake," Bucky replied. "Even if it took you a while to do the right thing, you did eventually. It doesn't make you a bad person."

"I was too much of a coward to do what I knew was right when I should have. I don't have an excuse for that. Being afraid isn't a good reason..." Jack sighed.

"But it's understandable." Bucky kept up with the gentle rubbing. "You need to rest."

"I don't rest... gotta be ready for anything..." Jack mumbled. It felt so good, Bucky rubbing. Despite his assertion, his eyes were fighting to stay open. He felt safer with Bucky than he ever had in the barracks. He trusted Bucky. Plus... he always dreamed; if not about what HYDRA was doing, about what HYDRA made him do. They weren't good dreams. "Always have dreams..." he found himself admitting.

"I'll stay with you," Bucky promised. "Watch your back. Protect you from your nightmares." He was still rubbing Jack's back, the touch as soothing as he could make it.

"What if I'm my own nightmare?" Jack said softly. Bucky had suggested spanking to ease the guilt. He was wondering if maybe he had dismissed the suggestion too soon. Maybe if some of his guilt was addressed, his dreams would calm down. He didn't know how to ask, though. If he even should ask. The fact he was leaning on Bucky so much and wanted to lean on him more wasn't lost on him. The fact that he'd enjoyed being held down by Bucky had surprised him, but now he was feeling a need to obey and let the other man lead and command him and it wasn't as much of a surprise. But he was afraid, even if he did get brave enough to ask Bucky about spanking possibly helping him, that it would end up turning him on and not being the punishment, it was supposed to be. And if that disgusted Bucky? He would send Jack away.

"I suggested a way that can help with guilt and help you feel like you've paid for your actions, even if only a little," Bucky said quietly. "If you want, I can help you." He still rubbed Jack's back gently as he spoke, as he made the offer.

"Do you really think it might help me? Even a little? I never sleep well... if I felt like I paid at least a little for what I've done wrong, maybe some of the dreams would stop...." Jack's voice was hesitant but hopeful. "I trust you... if it was done, I... I think you're the only one I'd trust enough to handle me."

"I think it's better than leaving you to deal with that guilt alone," Bucky said quietly. "I think it will help you. It's a personal punishment, but I'm prepared to make this personal."

"You'll make it personal... by taking charge over me?" Jack didn't try to hide the hopefulness in his voice at that. He couldn't help but think he'd do much better if Bucky was in charge of him.

"Exactly right," Bucky replied. "I'll take charge of you. Take care of you," he added; as he'd been doing so far.

Jack relaxed at the words. "I want that..." he admitted hesitantly. "...Felt like I should let you be in charge of me the moment you allowed me to come with you."

"Then from now on, I'm in charge of you. You do what I say, when I say." Bucky settled on the couch and guided Jack carefully over his lap. "For right now, I'll help you get rid of at least a little bit of the guilt that haunts you."

Jack followed Bucky's guidance until he was comfortably positioned over the older man's lap. "I obey you from now on. You'll help me make the right decisions... be good," he whispered. He reached forward to hold onto the armrest of the couch to keep himself from blocking by accident.

"I'll help you," Bucky promised. "Look after you. Take charge of you." He let his metallic arm rest gently against Jack's back, holding the younger man in place so that Jack wouldn't struggle and hurt himself, and then lifted his hand, bringing it down in a firm smack that he then repeated.

Jack hissed as the sting blossomed on his bottom. Bucky was being careful to avoid the area where the stitches were; but other than that, he wasn't being gentle. Of course, Jack could tell he wasn't going as hard as he could either, but he was making sure it would be felt and remembered after the punishment was done. "I need that..." he said, in a tight voice, surprised to be fighting tears already. "I'll.... belong to you?" He couldn't think of another way to put it. Bucky was going to be directing his life from here out; he was going to be obeying the older man. Following his instructions and accepting his correction when necessary. It was a relief.

"Yeah," Bucky replied. "You'll belong to me. You do belong to me." He settled quickly into a pattern of swats, going down to Jack's thighs before he started over from the top.

Jack clenched his fingers into the material of the couch. Normally, the sting of the spanking wouldn't have registered as more than a blip on the pain scale; and wouldn't have affected his emotions at all. But it had been a long day filled with tension and unease. He was safe now. His wound had been taken care of. He was no longer in HYDRA's control. And he'd just accepted the Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes, as his master. He thought maybe being emotional wasn't such an unusual or unacceptable thing, given the circumstances. Tears pooled in his eyes, then slipped down his cheek. "Good... glad I belong to you. Safer with you. Can be good with you... for you..." he choked out, not trying to hide his emotions from Bucky. He'd been afraid that he would get turned on by Bucky spanking him, but he was relieved that it hadn't happened. The fact it was a punishment put a damper on the arousal he'd begun to feel. Although he knew as soon as Bucky had decided he'd been punished enough and forgave him, all bets were off.

"I know you will be good for me." Bucky completed the second circuit of swats and began a third, going a fraction harder and faster. "You're mine now and I won't let you go," he promised. "I won't make you do anything that will harm you. That will scar you."

Jack gasped softly at the harder, faster swats, letting out a tiny sob both at the pain and at the words. "You'll take care of me..." he choked out, knowing it to be true.  "...Need you..." he added.

"Always," Bucky promised. "I'll always take care of you. I know you need me and I won't let you down." He began focusing more smacks to Jack's sit spots and thighs.

Jack let out one last tiny gasp, then slumped over Bucky's lap, just crying softly. He wasn't guilt free; it would take several more, if not many, many spankings for him to feel he'd paid enough to get rid of all his guilt. But... this one spanking had eased enough guilt that he might be able to sleep dream free for a little while at least.  "...Belong to you..." he whispered between tears.

"You do. You do belong to me." Bucky carefully moved Jack into his arms, on his lap, holding the younger man close, mindful of the stitched wound.

"Completely?" Jack asked hesitantly, hopefully.

"Completely," Bucky promised, hugging him closer.

Jack relaxed at the words, snuggling as close as he could. It didn't escape his notice that he was completely naked and Bucky was clothed. Somehow, it seemed right, though. He wouldn't get dressed unless ordered to. He wouldn't do anything unless Bucky told him to.

"You think you can sleep now?" Bucky asked softly. "I can carry on holding you like this while you rest."

"I can... specially if you hold me..." Jack admitted. "It won't bother you? You don't need to sleep?"

"Not right now," Bucky replied. "I can sleep later. I'll keep holding onto you," he promised.

"Thank you..." Jack whispered, snuggling closer and closing his eyes. It didn't take long before he'd fallen into a peaceful sleep.

***

They'd been in the safe house for a few days. And each night, before bedtime, Bucky had taken Jack over his lap for a spanking. He was hoping the spankings would help with Jack's guilt, knowing that the younger man was still struggling to let go of what he'd done for HYDRA.

"I want to check on that wound," Bucky said mildly to Jack, as they finished eating breakfast. "Make sure it's healing as it should. Let's clean up and then move into the main room."

"Okay..." Jack agreed easily enough. He wanted the wound healed so that he could begin training again. He knew Bucky wouldn't let him until he was satisfied with how he'd healed. He quickly cleaned up while Bucky gathered whatever supplies he'd need, then went into the main room where Bucky waited. "What do you need me to do?" he asked.

"Just take off your clothes. Make yourself comfortable so I can check," Bucky said.

Jack nodded, quickly stripping and laying his clothes to the side. He had no embarrassment; he'd got used to being vulnerable for Bucky. He'd have gone naked all the time, if it weren't chilly and the chance of them having to run and him needing clothes on wasn't a possibility.

Bucky waited for Jack to position himself and then moved over to begin checking the stitches. He made sure the wound was healing well, with no inflammation or redness.

Jack glanced over his shoulder at the healing wound. It looked like it had healed cleanly and it didn't hurt. "Can I start training today?"

"I think we should wait another couple of days," Bucky said. "While it's healing cleanly, I don't want it getting strained."

"But... it doesn't hurt at all!" Jack whined. "Can't I at least do sit-ups?" Of course, if Bucky insisted, he'd obey. He didn't know why he was acting a brat.

Bucky lightly patted Jack's backside, almost in warning. "It might not hurt, but training and exercising can put unnecessary strain on the wound. I don't want to risk it getting worse."

Jack froze. The pats weren't hard or punishing. The pats were quite literally just pats; warning and reminding Jack who he was meant to obey. Dominating and only stinging enough to catch his attention. The dominance and slight sting, combined with the knowledge that he wasn't in trouble, got his attention completely. Got it so completely that there was no way Bucky could miss how it got his attention. So, Jack froze and slowly turned a bright pink color as one of his more deeply kept secrets betrayed him.

Bucky noticed. He couldn't help but notice Jack's reaction to the pats. And he gently squeezed one buttock. "You like that?" he asked softly. "When you're not being spanked for punishment?"

Jack swallowed and closed his eyes at feeling the squeeze. His member hardened further and twitched in response. "Y... yes, sir," he finally admitted. "Like it lots. When I'm not in trouble, it's..." He swallowed again. Saying pain felt good when he wasn't in trouble didn't seem exactly right or what he meant, but he didn't know how to explain.

"You don't have to put it into words if that's difficult," Bucky said. "Just let me know if you like it and I'll do it again." To prove that, he gave the younger man another couple of light pats.

"I like it, sir..." His member twitched again at the pats. "Feels good...."

Responding to the words and to Jack's member twitching, Bucky continued to gently pat, interspersing squeezes every so often.

Jack let a tiny whimper at the sensations. It didn't take long. Soon, his member had risen fully, hard with pearls of pre-cum at the tip. Meanwhile, he had fallen to the edge of no return. He'd put himself, given himself, completely to Bucky Barnes. All it would take was a word and he'd give that one last part of himself away.

Bucky continued patting and squeezing. He put his mouth close to Jack's ear and whispered, "I want you to let go for me. Whenever you're ready. I want to see."

Jack immediately obeyed with a soft whine. His release was hard... so was his sudden drop. He lay limp, barely responsive, his focus completely and only on Bucky.

"Good," Bucky murmured, allowing his flesh hand to move over Jack's bottom, patting and squeezing. His metal hand touched, too, but of course, he couldn't feel the other man's hair and skin that way.

By the time Jack's orgasm had been wrung from him, leaving him limp, spent, drained over Bucky's lap, Jack couldn't do anything but lie still, accepting the affection. He certainly couldn't talk. The most he could do vocally was let out tiny whimpers of submissive need. He was completely under Bucky's control.

"I've got you," Bucky murmured, stroking his hands over Jack's body, squeezing and stroking his backside and down over his thighs. He continued speaking in a low, gentle tone to the younger man.

Jack's whimpers of need took on a relaxed, soothed tone as Bucky continued to rub, squeeze and fondle the sensitive flesh. In subspace, his focus was completely on Bucky and while he might not understand the words, he could hear the intent and it kept him calm.

Bucky left Jack 'under' for as long as it felt safe to do so. Then, he began calling the younger man back to him.

Jack's entire focus was on Bucky, so it wasn't long before he 'followed' Bucky's voice back up, until he was aware again. As soon as he became aware of what had happened, he began to shiver, fine tremors coursing through his body. Would Bucky be upset that he lost control that way? Yes, they were in a safe area, but they were still fugitives with a need to be vigilant.

"It's all right," Bucky murmured, gently rubbing his back. "It wasn't a problem that you dropped. It just can be dangerous to stay under for too long. That's all."

At hearing the acceptance and lack of irritation or anger in Bucky's tone, Jack was able to relax again. He could feel the affection and craved more of it. Craved more. He had to be honest with himself, even if it might have been too soon, he loved Bucky and needed the older man in a way he'd never needed anyone else. "You didn't cum..." he observed quietly. It hadn't been what he meant to say. He'd meant to offer himself; ask Bucky to take him, claim him, fill him up so his insides belonged to the soldier as much as his outsides did. Instead, all he could manage was a comment on Bucky's lack of release.

"I was taking care of you," Bucky answered. "I wanted to take care of you. I don't need to have a release to feel good." He didn't stop the affection, touching and caressing Jack's body, though he was careful to avoid where the wound was.

"I... is it too soon?" Jack whispered. "Is it too soon to want to be claimed by you completely? Now that I belong to you?"

"It's not too soon," Bucky promised. "You do belong to me. Wanting to be claimed completely is natural."

Jack sighed softly at that. "But it's up to you if it happens. You're in charge..." he said quietly. He couldn't keep the hint of hope out of his voice, but he managed to not beg, whine or make demands.

"It might be, but you can still ask. Tell me what you need and want," Bucky encouraged.

"I... I want... need to belong to you. Be claimed, so it's clear and never forgotten I belong to you." Jack's voice was earnest.

Bucky carefully lifted Jack into his arms and carried the younger man towards the bedroom. He figured it would be more comfortable there...and he had supplies, too.

Jack wrapped his arms around Bucky, holding on tight and trusting the older man to hold him and keep him safe. "Love you," he admitted, in an almost bashful whispered.

Bucky smiled and brushed a gentle kiss against Jack's lips. "I love you too," he murmured, carrying him into the bedroom.

Jack smiled at that, returning the kiss just as gently, but with a hint of the submissiveness he was learning to give to Bucky.

Inside the bedroom, Bucky retrieved what he needed for full claiming of the other man and then carefully placed Jack on the bed, beginning to stroke, caress and kiss the other man's body.

Jack quivered, holding still for his master to control and claim. His whimpers and whines made it clear that he felt good and welcomed the touch.

"Good. You're being so good for me," Bucky murmured, parting Jack's legs enough for access to his inner thighs and entrance.

Jack quivered as Bucky opened his legs, exposing his most private areas. He stayed the way Bucky put him, though. His body belonged to his master. He whined softly as he felt Bucky looking at him, the vulnerability making him need even more. Made him want to submit even more.

"I've got you." Bucky murmured the words softly, reassuringly, as he coated a finger in the lube. Pressed the finger gently against Jack's entrance. Leaned in to kiss the other man, tender and lingering.

Jack shivered and groaned, arching his back slightly so his bottom pushed up for Bucky, making it easier for the older man to do what he wanted. "...Yours..." He whimpered softly.

"Mine." Bucky whispered the word against Jack's lips, pushing his finger slowly inside the other man.

Jack opened up for the kiss, even as he let out a relieved sigh at Bucky breaching him. His body vibrated with need.

Bucky slowly moved his finger around inside Jack, exploring inside as he continued to kiss the younger man. Then, he coated a second finger in the lube and pushed that slowly inside, beginning to rub in slow circles inside.

Jack whimpered again, panting softly as Bucky stretched him open. He kissed back eagerly, fingers clenching, body shivering.

Bucky kissed deeper and harder, continuing to stretch Jack's entrance for a few more moments. Then, he carefully withdrew his fingers. Covered his member with the lube. And then pushed slowly into Jack.

"Oh... yes, Sir..." Jack breathed out as he felt Bucky push into him. "So good...."

"You feel good," Bucky murmured, beginning to thrust into Jack, sliding his hands down to grasp the other man's hips.

Jack clenched the bed, holding himself still so that Bucky could push in hard and fast. "Love you..." he gasped out, as he felt the older man sliding in him.

"I love you," Bucky replied, grasping Jack's hips tighter and kissing along his jawline.

Jack shifted his head so Bucky could kiss easier, squeezing inside around Bucky's member.

Bucky tightened his grip on Jack's hips, kissing and then gently biting his neck, as he thrust deeper and harder inside the other man.

Jack groaned, his own member hard and aching by this point. "Feels good... so good..." He gasped as Bucky stroked deep inside him.

Bucky gripped Jack tighter, his member growing and swelling inside the other man. He began to gently suck on Jack's neck, planning to leave a mark behind.

Jack groaned as he felt the pressure on his neck. "Yours... gonna feel you forever...."

"Good." Bucky whispered the word against Jack's neck, gripping him tighter. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice low and intense.

Jack was close to going over the edge and feeling Bucky pushing as deep as possible, filling him, while marking him, it was difficult to hold on. When Bucky angled just right and stroked over his prostate, he couldn't hold on any longer. His release hit hard and he spilled quickly, clenching around Bucky's member with a guttural sob.

Bucky's own release hit seconds later and his fingers tightened their hold on Jack's hips, holding the other man still and steady.

Jack slowly calmed, feeling Bucky still deep inside, his belly full of his master's release. "Yours..." he repeated, once again, this time with an inordinately proud voice.

Stroking his fingers along Jack's sides, Bucky murmured softly, "I won't let you go. You belong entirely to me."

"Be with you forever... no matter what..." Jack murmured.

"Forever," Bucky agreed. "I love you."

"Love you too..." Jack said quietly. "Wanna keep you safe and happy...."

"It's the same for me," Bucky said honestly. "I want you safe. Happy."

Jack cleared his throat. "So, we keep each other safe and happy. But I obey you. S'long as doing so doesn't hurt you." His voice was clear and firm in that. He wanted to obey Bucky. But he wouldn't if it meant Bucky got hurt or worse. Even if it was to save himself.

Bucky gently squeezed Jack's hips and said, his voice completely serious, "You disobey an order and put yourself in danger, I'll turn you over my knees and spank your bare butt till you promise to be good." His own voice was firm. He wasn't going to lose Jack. Not now that he had the other man.

Jack swallowed hard. "Yessir..." He acknowledged the warning for the promise it was. "If my obeying hurts or endangers you, I'll gladly accept any punishment for disobeying."

Bucky stretched out on the bed next to Jack, wrapping his arms around the younger man tightly. "I won't lose you," he whispered. "Not now I have you."

Jack snuggled close. "I feel the same," he whispered.

"I love you." Bucky kissed him gently, wrapping his arms a bit more firmly, a bit more tightly, around the younger man.

Jack returned the kiss. He didn't say anything, choosing instead to show his love physically, holding tight, nuzzling.

The End