Title: against the wall
Fandom: Marvel Comics
Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Kate Bishop
Length: 3,123 words
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Sex Pollen like drug, Dubious Consent, Sexual Situations, adult language, mild angst
Notes: Written for fan_flashworks  Amnesty #62 Challenge: “Seed” - also for 100ships  #20: "Nude"
Summary: Kate comes home to find a drugged Bucky Barnes in her apartment.




The security on this place was shit. It had been all too easy to scale the wall to the balcony and let himself in through the sliding glass door. Bucky shook his head and slid the door closed behind him. Natasha had given him this address in case he ever needed a safe space to lay low on the West Coast. It belonged to Barton and normally that might dissuade him from using it but tonight he was desperate.

His blood felt hot in his veins, like it was on the verge of boiling any minute now. Seed. Stupid name for a drug. He'd been investigating it when someone had gotten the drop on him and injected him with the stuff. It was a particularly nasty concoction that was being advertised as an ultra-aphrodisiac. In reality, it did more than turn the subject on, it compelled them, made them do things they wouldn't normally do, anything to satisfy their desire. Their hunger.

Those affected had done some horrible things on this drug. It was even worse for those that tried to resist it or were brought to the hospital before they did anything they'd regret later. Most of them hadn't made it. The two that were still alive were in comas. The only good thing about this drug was that it wasn't widespread yet. He planned to make sure it never got that way. Assuming he made it through the next few hours. Hopefully, the apartment was empty. Odds were that Barton wouldn't be home, last he'd heard Hawkeye was back in New York.

Bucky knew something was wrong the moment he started looking around the apartment. It was small, barely big enough to be considered a one-bedroom. That wasn't the wrong thing though. Things were cleaner than he'd expected and better decorated. The place looked like it was furnished with thoughtfully curated thrift store finds. So, while not expensive looking it was well put together. Things matched and looked comfortable and welcoming. Barton never seemed the type to care for that sort of thing. Besides, he'd been in Clint's New York apartment before and there were always clothes on the floor. Always. Here everything was put away. It even smelled nice. Either this wasn't Barton's place or he had a roommate. Neither option was good for him. Bucky found a couple of unopened envelopes on the counter by the coffee pot and was reading the address labels when the door opened. He hadn't even heard anyone on the stairs.

***

Kate stepped out of America Chavez's portal and onto her welcome mat, waving at her best friend through the rapidly closing gateway. She paused with her key in the door. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Something wasn't right. Slowly she finished unlocking the door, waited a beat, and pushed it open; staying out in the hall for the moment.

It was dark, the lights off as she left them, all but the one in the kitchen above the coffeemaker. That one she always kept on. Standing at the counter going through her mail, was a figure clad in black and gray. Male, definitely, and familiar. Very familiar. "Bucky?" She asked.

He blinked. Something wasn't right. She couldn't put her finger on what, but there was a definite wrongness to him.

"Are you okay?" Kate asked knowing full well the answer was no.

"You should leave," Bucky said, his voice gravely and rough.

Kate took her keys from the door, stepped over the threshold, and hung them up on the hook just inside. "It's my apartment."

"Leave." His voice devolved into a growl, he gripped the edge of the counter, and something made a deep crunching noise.

Shit. She steeled her shoulders and shut the door behind her. She wasn't leaving. "What happened?"

"New drug -" He gripped the counter harder. "It's --" His eyes closed and he gritted his teeth."

"Seed?" Kate asked. Dread pooled low in her belly.

Bucky gave a terse nod.

"I know what it is. It's really bad. It's connected to a cult I've been looking into it." Kate hated seeing him like this. "Did someone inject you with it or something?" When he nodded, Kate continued. "Should it even work on you with your whole super soldier self?"

"I didn't think it would, but apparently I was wrong." Bucky took a deep breath and opened his eyes. "Kate? Why are you here?"

Kate rolled her eyes like this was a normal situation and she wasn't really trying to talk down a super-soldier assassin who may or may not have been shot up with an experimental ultra-aphrodisiac. "My apartment, remember?" She put her bag down on the floor but didn't move any further into the room.

***

Bucky shook his head and for a moment it felt like the room was moving. Her apartment? Kate Bishop? He knew her. They'd worked together before. Fuck. Natasha had said the place belonged to Hawkeye. He'd assumed she meant Barton. She usually did. "The other Hawkeye," he muttered under his breath. He had to get out of here. Now.

"Sorry to disappoint."

She was scared. Not very. Not enough. But the signs were there in her voice and her stance. She was wearing one of those sundress things, purple and very flattering.

His heart was beating like it was trying to break out of his chest. He needed to -- Bucky took a step forward and stopped. Why wasn't she leaving? He needed her to leave before he did something that he would hate himself for. There were lines even he had yet to cross. He ran his hand through his hair. How could he get through to her? "Lock me in the bathroom."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Not happening."

Why was she so stubborn? "You don't understand."

"I understand more than you, apparently. I've been investigating the cult that created Seed for the last month and a half. I've read the police files. I've seen the coroner reports." She stepped forward. "Locking you in the bathroom won't be doing anyone any favors."

"It will protect you," he ground out.

"What? From you? You already destroyed my kitchen counter. I don't think my bathroom is any match for you. I doubt it would even slow you down."

Bucky looked down at the counter. Fuck. He hadn't even realized. That wasn't good. When did it get so hot in here? He unzipped his jacket, pulled it off, tossed it on the floor, and took another step forward.

"It's possible that the drug will run through your system quickly - compared to someone unenhanced," Kate said. She had her hands out in front of her now. As if that would stop him. Funny. "It's also possible there could be unforeseen side-effects because of your enhancements," she said.

Bucky stripped himself of most of his weapons and gear, letting it all drop to the floor beside his jacket. His shirt went next. Kate watched him disrobe. Why was she still here? Why didn't she run? Part of him really wanted her to run. If she ran he could chase her.

He pulled off his boots, more weapons, and then his pants. He stroked himself through his boxers before getting rid of those too. He walked forward, closing the space between them until Kate's hands were touching his skin.

***

Oh. My. God. A completely naked Bucky Barnes was stalking her. Kate didn't even realize that her hands were up until they were touching his skin. Damn. She'd had a fantasy or two that started this way - minus the horrible drug part and consent issues, of course. Kate backed up until she was against the wall. He kept stalking her.

Then he was there, leaning down, his lips brushing just below her ear. "You should have run," he whispered.

Kate shivered. Bucky dipped his lips down to her neck, warm breath washed over her. He kissed and bit her gently. God. He pushed himself firmly against her. Kate slid her arms around him and caught his mouth with hers. Objectively, she knew she should push him away, he wasn't in his right mind. She also knew that pushing him away wouldn't do any good, and would likely hurt him. So, she didn't bother. If she could just keep him occupied until that shit was out of his system, then everything would be totally fine.

Bucky's metal arm was braced against the wall, while his other hand briefly fondled her breasts before dipping lower. It was a bit rougher than she generally preferred, but it didn't fail at intensifying her arousal. That probably said things about her that she was not ready to unpack yet. Beneath her panties he circled her clit with his thumb, fingers waiting at her slick entrance, as if looking for permission. Breaking away from his kiss, she gave it to him.

"Yes," she whispered against his lips.

He kneeled down, pulling her panties down on the way, and replacing his hand with his mouth.

***

There'd been a moment, brief and fleeting, where he was able to hold himself back. It lasted barely six seconds. Then Kate said yes and what little self-control he had left, fled.

He had to touch her, he had to taste her. She cried out his name as she came, her fingers pulling his hair. It wasn't enough. He wanted more.

In one quick move, he lifted her up, her back still against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him. Something fell off the wall somewhere on his left.

"Try not to break my wall," Kate gasped, bracing her hands on his arms.

"No promises," he said. He'd already put his fist against it a little too firmly.

Speaking was difficult. It was getting harder and harder to form coherent thoughts. He'd hoped the drug would have started to wear off by now. Whatever. It didn't matter. His dick had other ideas, and slowing down wasn't one of them.

The drug drove him, still. That's what he told himself. The need, the want, the pure animal desire to bury himself in her wet heat.

He wanted her. Needed her, needed this. He thrust, sheathing himself in her wet heat in one push. She gasped out his name and pulled him in deeper.

Lost in the haze of desire, everything was soft skin and hard muscle. Thoughts were distant ephemeral things that dissipated as soon as they started to form. Kate tensed beneath him before convulsing around him. Her arms looped around his neck, her breath hot against his skin, she whimpered his name.

He was still hard but he could feel the burning under his skin begin to abate. The drug was wearing off. Kate was still kissing him. Bucky had a choice. He could leave now, or he could finish what he started.

He pulled her away from the wall and walked to the bed. She disentangled herself from his torso and he tossed her gently onto the mattress. He knelt down and buried his face between her legs.

***

Oh god, his mouth on her. It was too much and still not enough. She needed him inside her again. She tugged his hair and he looked up at her with eyes that were less wild than before but still very heated. He wanted her.

He kissed his way up her body, lavishing special attention on her breasts before moving up to her neck, and eventually landing on her mouth. She loved the way he kissed.

He paused, looked her in the eyes, and waited.

"Yes," she said, though not sure why he was seeking permission now. Unless the drug was wearing off.

Bucky moved her arms above her head and held them there while he slowly pushed his way into her. So controlled, so slow. She couldn't take it anymore. She wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him closer. He wouldn't budge. "Please," she implored.

"Please what?"

Fuck, he was making her beg. Even worse, she liked it. A lot. "More. Please more."

His grin was feral. "More what?" Still holding her hands in place with his metal arm, he moved his other hand to her clit, and started making little circles. "More this?"

That was nice but it wasn't what she wanted more of. She shook her head. He was barely inside her and she needed more. "I want --"

"Yes?"

She heard the restraint in his voice and realized he wasn't in the throws of the drug anymore. At least not completely. He was doing this because he wanted to. Because he wanted her. "You, I want more of you."

Slowly he started to move again, still too slow but at least moving. Finally fully sheathed inside her, he let go of her hands. Kate wrapped them around him, and he started thrusting again. This time building up a good rhythm.

She had no idea how long this went on. Time didn't mean anything anymore. Eventually, Bucky's rhythm turned faster and more erratic as he got closer and closer to his own release. Gasping as her own orgasm crashed over her, Kate dug her nails into his back. Bucky went still as he came with a long, shuddering groan. A minute later he rolled off her in silence.

***

"Do you think it's out of your system, yet?" Kate asked.

The drug? Yes. Her? No. "Probably."

"How long?" She asked, and he could tell she already knew.

"Just before we hit the bed," he admitted. She didn't seem surprised or upset, so he decided not to worry about it. He'd let himself feel guilty later.

After a few minutes, Kate got out of bed, opened a drawer, grabbed a file, and tossed it toward him. He caught it and sat up. It was her file on the cult that made the drug. He flipped through it. She'd been thorough. A bit on the disorganized side, but thorough. The scribbled notes in purple ink and little angry faces drawn next to them were unprofessional, yet informative.

Kate got back into bed and they talked about the case for a while. Eventually, she started yawning and he took pity on her. It had been a long night for both of them. "Did you want to get some rest?"

She seemed reluctant. She shook her head then yawned again. "Maybe just a little nap."

Bucky put the folder down on the table next to the bed. Kate pulled out her phone and did something that shut off the light before setting it down. She cuddled up next to him, resting her head on his chest. He didn't know how he felt about that. She should be pushing him away, not pulling him closer. He yawned. Maybe it wouldn't hurt him to get a little sleep too.

Just when he thought she'd fallen asleep she said his name. "James?"

"Yeah?"

"You're gonna be gone before I wake up, aren't you?"

He didn't want to lie to her, but he didn't want to hurt her either. "Probably."

"Be careful."

She had to know he'd go after the cult with everything he had. It was personal now. "I'll take care of everything. There's no reason for you to work this case anymore. Understand?" It was too dangerous. He didn't want her to get hurt any more than she already had.

Kate lifted her head and looked him in the eyes. "I understand." Then she gave him a quick kiss before resting her head back on his chest.

***

As Kate had expected, Bucky was gone by the time she got up four hours later. She was exhausted, sore, and in desperate need of coffee. Hopefully, she had enough to make a whole pot.

There was a tiny smidge of disappointment rattling around in her chest as she walked around her apartment. She'd known he'd be gone when she woke up, but it still left her feeling empty when she woke up alone. Then, she found the note on the coffee machine. It had a phone number and the words *if you need anything call me* It shouldn't have given her a little thrill, but it did.

Kate noticed the box of donuts from her favorite bakery and the two fresh ground bags of coffee beans by her coffee machine. How in the world had Bucky snuck out of her apartment and then back in with refreshments, before leaving yet again, all without her waking up? She opened the box of donuts and grabbed a chocolate frosted as she ogled the coffee he'd left her. This wasn't the cheap stuff she bought for herself. It was the nice expensive stuff that she liked to stare at wistfully in the store.

While Kate waited for the coffee to brew she went around her apartment to inventory the damage. The kitchen counter had a large dent from where Bucky had accidentally crushed it while trying to resist the drug's effects. There was a small hole in the wall they'd had sex up against, and a framed photo of her Young Avengers team had fallen off the wall. It had been picked up and put on the coffee table. All remnants of glass already taken swept away and her sundress was neatly draped over the back of the sofa. Kate smiled. He'd cleaned up. It was kind of sweet. She shook her head. She needed to get her thoughts back in the game. She wasn't dropping this case, no matter what Bucky Barnes told her to do. He'd taken her file, but she already had all the information on her phone. She wasn't an amateur.

Checking her phone for messages, she saw that Clint had texted her. Apparently, he was going to be back on the West Coast in a couple of weeks. Hopefully, he'd bring Lucky back then. There was also a message from America asking if they were still on for lunch today. She texted back her confirmation and put Bucky's number in her phone.

Pouring herself a large mug of coffee, she went over her notes for the case. The fact that the cult's special sex drug worked on a super-soldier was troubling. It suggested that they had bigger plans beyond cult-sanctioned orgies. It was possible that whatever mad scientist had concocted the stuff had a lucky break and it was a coincidence that it worked on Bucky, but it seemed unlikely. Her stomach grumbled, and she checked the clock. It was almost time for lunch. She cleaned up, got dressed, and headed out, locking the door behind her. The case could wait a few hours. She needed to eat. After that, she'd figure out her next move.