You kissed him, breaking it only to gasp when he grabbed your hips and pulled you down, his cock sliding into you. He didn't wait to start fucking you, his hips thrusting up to yours as you grinded on him. His hand moved back to your neck, his fingers wrapping around the side and pulling you close as he kissed you.

You slid your hands over his shoulders, using it as leverage to move faster. He pulled back, looking up at you, and moved his thumb to press against your bottom lip as he fucked you.

"You...get...one. One orgasm. Like this." He growled as he watched your eyes gloss over. "Then I get to fuck you how I want." He pushed his thumb into your mouth, and you bit down on it, gently enough not to hurt him, then swirled your tongue around it before he pulled it out. Then, he was pressing that same thumb against your clit, and you shuddered. He was quick to make circles over it, spiking your pulse, your hips moving faster.

He sped you to release, and you could barely even register it snowballing through you, as seconds after you cried his name, he lifted you up by your hips and threw you face first onto the bed.

He climbed over you, his chest pressing against your back, a hand next to your head, his knees either side of your thighs, and he slid his cock straight into you. Your hands fisted the sheets, moaning loudly as he filled you back up, your hips lifting off the bed in pleasure. His lips caressed your shoulder, your neck, and you turned your head to face him, seeing him smiling at you.

"Now, it's my turn." He said, before kissing you hard and fucking into you, his hips slapping against your ass. He moved back, resting his head on your shoulder blade, focusing on grinding his hips into you, pounding into you, listening to your noises, your sounds, and reacting to each one. He moved his metal hand to your hair, pulling on it enough to make your head lift up.

"Fuck.." You moaned as he fucked you harder, deeper into the bed. You wrapped a hand around the wrist of his arm that was leaning on the bed, your fingernails digging crescent shapes into his skin as you melted into putty underneath him.

His mouth moved to your ear, and you could feel the stubble on your skin.

"Touch yourself princess." He grunted, and your eyes rolled back. You clenched around him, and he chuckled before slamming back into you. He let go of your hair, leaning his left elbow on the bed so that he could move his other hand, guiding your fingers off his wrist, and pushing your hand between your body and the sheets. "I'm almost there, so if you want another one, you best get going." He whispered.

You hummed and started inching your fingers towards your clit, finding purchase on the sensitive bundle of nerves that barely needed touching to make your body light up.

His free hand skimmed over your body, your hips, before pausing at your ass and grabbing a fistful of flesh as he pushed into you. His breaths, his moans, were loud as he buried his face in your neck, feeling the sweat on both of you heightening the heat between your skin as he moved over you.

You felt your muscles tighten. You felt him speed up. You felt your fingers erupt in tingles.

You could hear your moans quicken, morphing more into whimpers as his punishing pace overpowered your body along with your own fingers. You finally felt his cock pulse inside you, your walls automatically clenching around him, a sinful groan falling from his lips as he suddenly slammed into you harshly. You swore loudly, arching into his body more as he fucked through his, and your, climax, the pleasure spiralling through your veins like you were a junkie, and he was your heroin.

He slowly slid his cock in and out of you, dragging the last remnants of bliss from you, before pushing his hips to yours one final time. He ended the movement with a gentle kiss to your shoulder blade, another to the top of your shoulder, your neck, up to below your earlobe. You hummed, moving your head to the side, closer to him, allowing his lips to make their way to the corner of your mouth, before he finally kissed you. Heady, dizzying, overwhelming.

As he pulled back, his face still intensely close to you, you felt his body move. Sticky from sweat, exhausted from use, he pulled his softening cock out of you and rolled to the side. You stretched a little, your muscles feeling deliciously sore, and started moving off the bed. You blinked away the last of the spots in your vision, looking round for your underwear, and grabbing them off the floor.

You could feel him watching you. You heard him shift on the bed, the rustle of his underwear being pulled on. Then he moved towards you and slid his arm around your waist, your body shivering as the metal glided over your skin.

"We have a few things to talk about."

You instantly tried to move off the bed, and felt his metal arm tense, solid around your stomach. You licked your lips briefly as your breathing felt heavier in your chest.

"You're not running away this time. You are going to answer every single one of my questions." He kissed your neck gently. "Verbally. In depth." He reiterated.

You looked to the floor. He took your silence as agreement. He removed his arm from you, ready for his first question.

Or rather, his first statement.

"You lied to me."

You whipped round to face him, his expression completely blank, stoic as he watched your response.

"What?" You spat, but he said nothing back. "I didn't lie-"

"You didn't tell me the truth."

"That's not-"

"It's the same as lying." He said calmly. "I need you to explain everything." You stood, walking towards the door, then turning back around to him.

"Just ask me what you want to know." You muttered. He ran his eyes over you, before licking his bottom lip, and moving his eyes back up to yours. "I thought you had questions?" You prompted when he didn't say anything. He chuckled and ran his hand over his face.

"I have a lot of questions." He looked back up at you. "I'm trying to figure out which to ask first." It was silent for a beat. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"About which bit?"

"Any of it." He tilted his head at you. "Your powers, Nick, your name. You've been keeping secrets since we first met."

"We weren't even supposed to meet."

"Well we did. So why didn't you tell me?"

You sighed. "Me and Tony agreed not to tell anybody."

"What about when you realised I wasn't just anybody?" You inhaled, not really sure how to answer that. He seemed to ignore your hesitation. "Why did you give us a hard time about being supersoldiers?"

"Because...I've had to hide everything my entire life. After a while, you get jealous of the people that can show their powers around."

"How much does Nick know?" Was his next question.

"Enough."

"Enough isn't an answer Luka." He growled, standing up and stalking over to you. "How much does he know?"

"More than you." You said. He raised an eyebrow. "You wanted the truth? That's the truth." He continued to stare at you. "He's been there for most of it. Now, what's the next question?" You looked up at him with hard eyes, determined not to show weakness in front of his overpowering presence.

"Why are they after you?" He asked.

"I already told you, they-"

"Want your powers, yeah. But Banner has powers. So does Wanda. They're very well known, and yet, Hydra isn't interested. So why you?"

You stepped away from him. And breathed.

"My powers are...we don't know the limits yet." You started, chewing your lip before continuing. "My guess is that they are intrigued by the potential, my anonymity. It's easier to catch someone who nobody knows about, easier to morph them into a ghost story, rather than a famous Avenger."

"That's true." He agreed. "How many times have they tried?"

"Uhh...four or five? Over the last 13 years or so. Stark's pretty good at keeping me hidden in plain sight. Or, moving the building anytime he can."

He watched you for a few seconds.

"Can you control it?" He asked.

"Mostly. I've not exactly had free reign to practise."

"So...on the road, in the compound..." He started, and you raised an eyebrow. "Have you done that before?"

"Yes." You said quickly. "Once."

"And...day to day? What should I expect?" His voice held a softer tone now. "You blew the lamp. Is that gonna happen every time?"

"Every time what?"

"Every time we have sex."

You stilled at his comment, debating on a reply.

"Not that I'm complaining," He continued, a small smile creeping over his lips as he put a hand on your hip. "I just like to know what I'm getting into." You still didn't reply. "I have a metal arm full of wiring to think about. Would rather it not...short-circuit when we're in the middle of-"

"Yeah okay!" You snapped, throwing your hands up and pushing past him to walk across the room. "Your arm isn't the same, it's built into your nervous system, I'd have to focus on it to affect it, so don't worry about that."

"Alright. And do we need to..." He started, looking like he was having trouble forming the next sentence. "Do I need to think about..."

"Think about what Bucky?" You asked in an exasperated tone.

"Miniature Lukas?"

You wanted to laugh. You visibly fought yourself to stop laughing.

"It's a valid question." He scoffed.

"It is. Just hearing you say mini Lukas was.." You coughed when you saw his serious face. "No. My powers kind of made that not possible, so no need to worry."

His tongue ran over his teeth. You watched him staring at you, his hands on his hips. His silence made something in the air change.

"Next question?" You asked. He walked towards you.

"Take your Tshirt off." He said.

"That's not a -"

"For now, I'm done with questions." He replied, before leaning down, and kissing you again.