Well I cross my heart and I hope to die

[overdoseaffliction]

If I only stay with you one more night


Prompt: I be waking up in the morning probably hating myself, I be waking up in the morning feeling satisfied but guilty as hell

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Re: Dysfunctional for Cap

[puncheshitlerforjustice]

It started after a mission a few months ago. Things had gone well, they took down the terrorist together, and retrieved SHIELD intel. Things had gone a little messy at some points but it was a success, overall. That was to be expected.

What he didn't expect was for Rumlow to make a move. He also didn't expect that he'd return the affections by continuing right where they were. It was fast, rough, dirty, even. It reminded Steve of times back in The War when a soldier just took what they had and made due. These were different times, though. Strange that it felt the same.

Back at SHIELD Steve tried to pretend things could go back to normal. They didn't of course. It was foolish to think so. Every joke they shared had a new meaning. Every wink and smirk only encouraged whatever it was they were doing. He dodged the first few invitations he received. He was too busy, he had to write briefings, he promised he'd go somewhere with Natasha. Eventually he'd run out of excuses.

And they were back at it, tearing at clothing, and leaving marks on each other. Bruises on hips and bite marks in questionable places. Every time he showed up to Rumlow's he intended to end it. To say they couldn't do this anymore, there was too much at stake. What if someone found out? Technically Steve was his superior, that would cause enough problems, never mind the conflict of interest issues or the public image issues.

Thing was, every time he opened his mouth to say something, Rumlow's was against his. Hands would press against his chest and all Steve could do was groan before he tore at clothing. That was exactly how he had ended up in Rumlow's bed yet again, face buried in a pillow and dozing off. He was jolted awake when there was a smack against his rear and he blinked to smile up at the other man. "Go ahead. It won't be there in the morning." Maybe. He wasn't exactly sure how accelerated healing worked when it came to bite marks and hickeys.

[infligere]

Brock had the good sense to stretch his arms above his head, cracking his back before he glanced down and found a rather vivid love bite very close to his arm pit. He smirked, pleased by finding it and aware he would no doubt find a few more if he bothered to lift the sheet and look at his hips and legs. Every ache was entirely worth it.

He fingered a fading mark on the small of Steve's back, finding it a pity that they didn't last long. He had to be more diligent about hiding his or coming up with excuses, usually just talking about a new girl or something. If he wanted this to continue - and oh did he - he had to cover for the good Captain as well as himself.

He sank back down and rolled onto one side, leaning down to nip at the man's closest shoulder. "With talk like that, it's a wonder I let you out of my bed at all." His lips worked their way up towards Steve's neck where he did exactly as he said he would previously: he bit him.