[CLOSED TO disassembling - Not really a vacation

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Las Vegas had changed quite a bit in the last 70 years. The last time he was here this was only a back water town, a pit stop on the USO tour on their way west. Now it was an entire city that catered to tourists. Steve wandered around among the flashy buildings and (mostly) gaudily dressed tourists in the strip, looking for signs that matched the descriptions in the report he was given for HYDRA.

Nothing. Nothing that stood out to him of course.

Usually something like this was best assigned to Natasha or Clint, but Clint was on medical leave, and he'd been outvoted when it came to another mission that Bucky and Natasha had left on a day before he'd left. Thor and Bruce wasn't even considered and Tony had meetings Ms. Potts had said he was not allowed to get out of unless it was a global emergency. Tony had clapped on on the back and told him to go wild, which Steve had rolled his eyes at. He shook his head at a poster advertising spa and massages and decided to find somewhere quieter for lunch away from the main strip.

Of course, it was on his way out that he spotted a familiar face, a HYDRA agent they'd been on the lookout for the last few months. Of course Steve will put off his lunch to follow. And of course, something will go wrong and the last Steve remembered was feeling a pinch at the back of his neck and then blacking out

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[disassembling]

He shifted into Steve's hands wherever they happened to wander on him, the warm smooth feel of his friend's hands on his body chasing away any doubts or concerns that he could ever think to have. Steve's enthusiasm was on par with his own, and for that, he was grateful to not be the pushy one of their pair. Their kiss had him breathing harder than most training managed to, and he gladly shared the taste on his tongue with Steve as if to show it was worth everything to be this place and know it.

He huffed out a soft moan at the kisses and tilted his head back to let them go wherever they wished to go. It felt so good. He tilted his body slightly to one side to offer himself to Steve unhindered. "I... um hand?"

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He was not unwilling to do this, never reluctant. Just still very much concerned for Bucky and his mental state, that his friend understands the hows, the whys and especially the consequences of sex. And of course that it was really what Bucky wants. But once he's certain, Steve was a willing, even eager participant. Like how he eagerly chased the taste of himself into Bucky's mouth despite having no real liking for it and the way his own elevated breathing and heartbeat showed.

Steve made a noise of acknowledgement against the hollow of Bucky's throat and wrapped one hand around Bucky's cock, thumb smearing the wetness around the head before tightening his fingers slightly and giving a slow smooth stroke. He kissed his way down to Bucky's collarbone, eyes fixed on his friend's face to watch his reaction as he gave another stroke, then faster ones. Another day perhaps, if Bucky wants, he'll show Bucky he's completely willing to use his mouth like Bucky did for him earlier.

[disassembling]

God it was so amazing when Steve was eager and passionate and hot against him. It's the best thing, and it made him feel so alive in return, but it also had him coming back for more whenever he thought that he might be able to get away with it. It wasn't as often as he would like, but he wasn't willing to risk discovery either; this was his and Steve's thing and no one else was privy to it. So little he could call his own, but this was one of them.

He tilted his head back to give Steve free access to his throat, a huff of breath leaving him as a sign of pleasure. He rolled up a little more onto his hip to expose himself more to his friend's hand, groaning low in his throat at the first stroke. It shot heat up his spine and into his belly, and he clenched his eyes shut at how good it felt. The next strokes were no different, and his hips followed the motion greedily. His lips remained parted as he breathed heavily, his face lax with pleasure at the motion, preferring the hand method as he was afraid he didn't have enough restraint in the heat of pleasure to avoid hurting Steve.

[whatsfondue]

He was always glad to give or do something for Bucky that made him happy, and it was no burden to him when it was something he himself wanted as well. As Captain America so much of his is public and this was one thing that he could have that was totally Steve Rogers. If he held back, it was out of concern. It was worth a great deal to Steve to see Bucky light up and come alive, be something a bit closer to his older, pre-war self and so when Bucky asked for this he rarely said no.

Steve fixed his eyes on Bucky's face, drinking in the sight of pleasure on his friend's face and the noises indicating the same even as his mouth kissed and suck here and there from Bucky's throat down to his shoulders and collarbones. He sped up his strokes on Bucky's cock, thumb rubbing at the head every so often and one hand reached up to sweep back the mess of hair away from Bucky's cheek. "Bucky..." he murmured. "That's it..."

[disassembling]

Steve would always be Steve to him, regardless of the uniform that his friend wore. They were not the men that their uniforms dictated them to be. Because of Steve, he had become more than the Winter Soldier, and he had always thought that Steve was far more than Captain America. The world opened up with possibilities when Steve was helping him along and putting up with him relearning the world again.

His face was open with his pleasure, his lips parted and breath moving from between them audibly. His eyes were glazed with pleasure, his hips moving and his arms clinging to Steve as the warmth spread through him and yet still concentrated in his stomach and filled his head. He turned his eyes up to stare at Steve, breathing across his friend's chin as his hair was moved aside. "Ah Steve... it feels so warm," he murmured breathlessly. So warm.

He groaned as his hips lost some of their smooth motions, a sign that he was close. He clenched his eyes shut and groaned a low long sound as he came, spilling on Steve's hand and his own belly.

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Captain America would always be a part of him now, Steve knows. And a great many people will never see him as anything else. The other Avengers, as much as they know him, will never not be able to associate him as 'only Steve.' So he was doubly glad that Bucky was here, who he would always be Steve first. He would never think of helping Bucky relearn the world as 'putting up' with him. It was a pleasure and a privileged. And as he helped Bucky, Steve found himself learning new things as well, far more eagerly than he had before.

The expression on Bucky's face makes him wish he had his sketchbook, charcoals and two extra arms (and maybe another brain as well) so he could get it down on paper. Either way, he would never forget. "I know Bucky..." He murmured back almost as breathlessly, not even feeling the arms that were clinging on to him tight enough to bruise.

Steve could tell when Bucky was close and kept up the pace with his hand and continued on stroking even after Bucky came, until nothing more spilled out. As Bucky recovered, he dropped kisses on Bucky mouth, cheek and jaw.

[disassembling]

The heat of pleasure always surprised him, especially when it was like this. They had graduated from touching awkwardly and fumbling in the shower and once in the pillow fort, but since then had graduated with more confidence. He even gave into the pleasure that Steve provided him, but he was always surprised by the intensity of his orgasm. It was as if every nerve was firing at once and that he was malfunctioning, yet he never ever denied how good it felt. It just overwhelmed every logical sense that he had.

His grip remained tight as the worst of the surge of sensation passed through him, and only once he realized that it was over did he relinquish any of his hold. When he did, it was slow and full of his hands stroking Steve's back, sides and arms.

He moaned at the kisses, turning his face towards them even as he finally relaxed against the bed again. He shivered and caught Steve's lips for another kiss, hearty and full of heated emotion before his head tilted to rest his forehead against his friend's cheek. "Maybe we should build a pillow fort here on the bed and have fun, hmm?"

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He huffed in quiet pleasure as Bucky loosened his grip on him and began to stroke over his bare skin instead, returning the kiss as enthusiastically as it was given. Sometimes Steve felt that Bucky was holding back whenever they took their pleasure together like this and it puzzled him. But he didn't know how to ask and hoped that many repeated times together Bucky will start fully enjoying himself. This was supposed to be equally pleasurable for them both, not just for him and he wanted Bucky most of all to enjoy it to the fullest. At least this time he could tell Bucky did let go.

Steve wraps an arm around Bucky's shoulders and nuzzled where he could reach with his lips without dislodging Bucky and reached awkwardly for the tissues on the bedside table to clean them both up. "What we just did wasn't fun enough for you?" If they really set up a cushion fort on the bed, the cleaning staff the next morning would be rather puzzled, Steve thought. But he wouldn't object to doing that right now if that was what Bucky really wanted.

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He was content, more than he had been when he had been told that Steve had been taken by HYDRA. Even now that seemed so long ago even if it were nothing more than a few hours. It never ceased to surprise him that he always lost track of time, especially when he was indulging in spending time with Steve who often had his full attention. Moments like these where they lounged around together were not particularly rare, but it was easy to let go of most of his time sense in the face of enjoying this.

He hummed at the attention but turned his head to spy Steve reaching for the tissues. Like killing, intimacy was messy business. He shivered at being cleaned up and snuggled against Steve's chest in reply to it. "We just seem to have more fun in pillow forts. And besides, would you be against rolling around in one with me unlike home?" This room was going to end up smelling like sex regardless.

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Bucky looked warm and content half sprawled over him and so Steve was too, feeling languid and relaxed himself from the pleasure they took in each other. This might not be their own bed or the pillow fort in their apartment in Brooklyn but there was no interruptions, their bellies were full with good food and the bed was comfortable. The hours he spent under HYDRA's 'care' seemed like a distant memory right now though no doubt later he'll have to go through a full debrief with the rest of the Avengers. Since he as technically on vacation he could sleep in the next morning if he wished though force of habit would probably have him up early in the morning.

The dirty tissues were tossed in the direction of where he knew the garbage basket was but he didn't bother to check they made it in, instead promising himself he'll clean up tomorrow morning. Cleaning staff had better things to do and even though this was a small thing he didn't want to cause them extra work. "The space issue still remains though. If we 'roll around' in one, no matter it's here or at home, we'll still be in danger of getting buried in cushions and blankets." Steve huffed a sigh and brushed a kiss against Bucky's cheekbone. As usual he couldn't see himself saying no to Bucky. "You'll have to get off me so I can get the cushions if you want to set up the cushion fort on the bed."

[disassembling]

He was going to leave Vegas with a good impression of the place, regardless of the fact that there was a HYDRA base growing underneath part of it. This place was going to be somewhere that had allowed him to horde his time with Steve, and that was not something that he was in the business of forgetting any time soon. Besides, outside of the apartment, Steve had never looked so relaxed and ready to just indulge in his usual antics, which made this place especially special for that.

He lifted his head from Steve's shoulder at the flight of the soiled tissues, and he judged that they hadn't quite made it to their intended destination. He sighed at the reminder of the issue of the fact that them rolling around generally meant that they were going to destroy anything that they made. "Fine, we can roll around on the open bed then. I can still hit you with pillows if I feel the need," he said thoughtfully before pushing himself up to investigate the location of such pillows. He moved to crawl off to get one, possibly two to make good on the need to hit Steve with them. "Stay, rolling around is more entertaining."

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He could vacation nearly anywhere, so long it was quiet and private, and Bucky was there. His so-called vacation in Vegas started off on a sour note but right now he couldn't be happier. It didn't mean he wanted to stay here until called home for work, he still wanted to do that road trip with Bucky. Las Vegas as a city didn't really have many attractions for him. In the meantime, Bucky was here and there was nothing to stop him from indulging, even spoiling Bucky a little. Steve ignored the voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Sam's scolding him about developing bad 'habits'.

"Now why would you want to do that? Have I given you any reason to hit me with pillows?" He watched as Bucky crawled off of him, graceful as ever and disappeared into the main part of the suite in search of pillows. Steve thought it shouldn't take Bucky long, as most a minute or two, as he remembered there was a large screen TV out there and with it came a sofa seat with cushions. And while Bucky was gone, he picked up the dirty tissues from the ground and tossed them in their intended destination, the garbage basket, and straightened out the sheets and comforter that had gotten messed up in their earlier enjoyment of one another.

[disassembling]

"Yes, you were just caught and saved from HYDRA. That is reason enough to require hitting you with pillows," he replied as he left the room in search of said items. He was kind enough to only grab a few from the couch, the leaving the cushions where they were and returned with four small square pillows one rested their elbows on.

He tossed the pillows on the bed, returning to it without hesitation and moving to cuddle up next to Steve again. "Do you have any defense that would warrant me not hitting you with the pillows that I brought?" He supposed that this was still some kind of democracy and law-abiding nation, so it was good if Steve had a chance of defense before he clobbered his friend with material and fluff.

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By the time Bucky returned Steve was lounging on top of the covers, sitting partially up against the headboard and pillows. He hadn't bothered putting pajamas back on, knowing that Bucky would insist they come off immediately and he was feeling too mellow for another discussion over sleeping clothes. (He refused to acknowledge that he was getting used to sleeping without clothing, no matter how cold it was; Bucky was warm enough in any case.)

"HYDRA is to blame for kidnapping me, I didn't kidnap myself." Steve pointed out as Bucky tossed the pillows (only four of them) this way and that onto the bed and caught the one that fell conveniently into his lap. "That's my defense. I have no control over what they do or think." He paused and looked at the pillow consideringly. "And I feel compelled to tell you that you may have 4 free hits with the pillow before I start responsive action." That should be fair enough; four pillows, four hits.

[disassembling]

He was really still working on Steve to accept the ease and comfort of just lounging around naked with him when it was time for bed or fun in and around bed. It appeared that his friend was as resistant of staying out of clothing most of the time as he was of steering clear of them. The fact that they warred over bed clothes seemed appropriate when they got along about pretty much anything else.

"No, but how come you didn't fight back like you usually do? Afraid of an unusual amount of property damage this time?" He settled down and noted that Steve had a pillow too, not that he cared for any of that. Their war couldn't be limited to just fists. "I only need three to make you regret." And then he proceeded to attack Steve with the pillow in his grip with a savage barrage and made three hits and then exploded feathers everywhere. "Do you regret yet?"

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Steve didn't count himself as a prude but he still preferred clothes most of the time. Bucky might not mind the cold, especially in the winter but he did. Not even blankets made up for cold New York winters, no matter how good indoor heating has improved in the last seventy years (or how warm Bucky was). It was an ongoing discussion between them that was probably not going to be decided either way for a long time. Especially since both of them were stubborn.

"Ambushes happen. I have never claimed to be all seeing." Steve grunted out as Bucky started his attacks with the pillows. Bucky was not gentle with them in the slightest. He winced as feathers began flying everywhere and made a mental note to leave an extra big tip for the cleaning ladies the next morning when they checked out, holding up an arm in an attempt fend them off from his face. "You'd have been better off asking HDYRA if they regretted kidnapping me. Actually...they probably regret it now that you blew up another one of their bases." He said matter-of-factly as he picked up his own pillow. He told Bucky that Bucky was allowed four hits and directly after the fourth hit he'll be retaliating.

[disassembling]

He preferred now to get his heat from Steve when they shared a bed together. His friend was very warm and comfortable to cuddle down with that it seemed strange to bother with clothing. Plus, he had grown very fond of skin-to-skin contact with Steve, and he was not all that ready to consider giving it up because it happened to be a little cold outside the blankets.

"No, but you should be able to smell a HYDRA trap miles away," he pointed out, though he certainly didn't fault Steve for the incident. If anything, he had been good to come and help, to rid the world of yet another HYDRA base and protect his friend at the same time.

Of course, he didn't relent until there was only fabric of the pillow left, feathers and fluff all over the bed. These fancy places certainly didn't make tough fabrics anymore if that result occurred. "There are always more HYDRA bases," he replied and blew a feather from clinging to his hair and tossed the casing away because it was pointless to have a pillow fight with no pillow filling.

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He would always prefer to be warm, even hot over the cold. He still remembered cold New York winters before the war, where indoor heating consisted of a mixed coal/wood fireplace that he had to constantly get up and refuel every three or four hours. And he could never afford quite enough fuel so it was always on the chilly side and the walls were the type that were cold in winter and hot in the summer. Seventy years spent frozen in ice didn't help. With the serum, his body temperature ran hotter now but he stilled preferred a warmer temperature for his apartment and warm blankets and clothing in the winter. It was all in the mind he knew, but he couldn't make himself be otherwise. There was Bucky to cuddle with in bed most nights now and even without clothing Bucky kept him warm enough. For now anyway. And he liked the skin to skin contact more than he could admit.

"Still haven't developed clairvoyant abilities overnight." Steve answered dryly. He did appreciate Bucky coming for him, always would. And if push comes to shove, the rest of the Avengers would come too. Then there were no more words but him and Bucky going at each other with the pillows. He wasn't quite as hard on his makeshift weapon as Bucky was but there were still his fair share of feathers scattered around the bed and on his hair from his pillow. He made another mental note to recompense the hotel for the damage as well as the extra cleanup. "Yes." He sighed at the thought of more HYDRA bases hidden around. "There's always more heads to kill." He put the pillow aside as well and reached out to pick out a feather from Bucky's hair.

[disassembling]

Steve had always enjoyed the heat and he had apparently had a better appreciation of the cold. There was nothing wrong with the differences in preference save that one was giving way to the wants of the other. He figured that as long as fewer clothes were involved in the process while they were alone, he was fine with whatever temperature everything had to be. It wasn't like Steve put up much of a fuss about it now that they had entered the realm of being lovers, a term that made him flush with pleasure every time he heard it, even if it wasn't even referring to him at all.

"But at least you can do anything other than that," he remarked with a shake of his head. He knew that the Avengers were a loyal group to one another, but it was nothing like this. Two men out of time waging war on each other with pillows until there was very little left of the pillows themselves. It wasn't even taxing on his strength and the strikes weren't painful at all, just provoking a sense of freedom that he found most with Steve. He blew feathers from the air trying to land on him, and he looked up when Steve plucked one from his hair. "Yes, HYDRA has mastered the ability to hide, and that makes them very dangerous," he agreed as he leaned in to catch Steve's lips in a kiss.

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Steve was well aware he indulged most of Bucky's requests, to a degree that he got side-eyed looks from some of the more perceptive Avengers that knew him well. But why shouldn't he indulge Bucky's requests, the harmless ones. He supposed it was just...easier...that there were no clothes in the way when they started getting intimate in bed, which was often. Bucky was eager for the close contact and pleasure and Steve was the same. It's been long time for him, and longer for Bucky that they both wanted to indulge as often as they could.

"Nobody's perfect, Bucky. Least of all me." Steve said with a teasing smile. While pillow fights have never happened between the Avengers (none that he knew of anyway and he didn't live full time in the Tower), snow fights did happen occasionally in the winter, or prank wars. He knew there was an unspoken agreement (for now) that Bucky was not to be pranked but Steve knew if the others could see this scene right now that restriction would be dropped quickly. "We'll just have to cut off each head and burn the stumps one by one." Steve answered easily and then there were no more words for the moment as Steve leaned into the kiss, eyes sliding closed as his arms reached out to draw Bucky back as close as can be.

[disassembling]

"Maybe not perfect, but you're getting fairly close. You're like... eighty-seven percent perfect," he said thoughtfully as feathers still drifted through the air around them. He would put the number higher, but he had a feeling that Steve would contest anything that happened to be in the nineties. Besides, he knew the truth regardless, and Steve would eventually accept it or their battling would continue for the sake of battling, which was always exciting.

He waved a hand in the air to prevent a drifting feather from trying to land on his nose and blew air at it so it flew over to Steve. He nodded his head and suddenly surged forward to tackle Steve over, the air generated from his motions sending feathers all over the place despite the fact that they hadn't been very far apart in the first place, not with Steve reaching for him. "Let's not talk about HYDRA in bed. We can make that a house rule like no sex in the pillow fort, alright?"

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Steve laughed at the number, which seemed arbitrarily high to him. Of course Bucky would give him a high number and he was surprised it wasn't actually higher than that. Then again if Bucky asked him the same question, he probably would have given a similarly high number. They were both biased for one another, he knew. Steve knew his own faults however and knew despite how some people saw it, he was far from perfect.

When the feather floated over in front of his face, he puffed air back at it to make it go back to Bucky playfully, only to grunt as he was suddenly tackled into the mattress. "Alright, alright. New rule, no talk of HYDRA or work in bed." It was something he was happy to abide with; they were supposed to relax in bed, not talk of something that made him angry and at times depressing. One of feathers sent into the air by Bucky's sudden motion landed on his nose and he couldn't help but sneeze suddenly. "Sorry, sorry!" Steve scrounged up his face as he apologized for sneaking in Bucky's face.

[disassembling]

That laughter made everything in the world right just for that moment. Everything fit into place in his world, and he could just lay there amid the ruined fluff and feathers and listen to it all day. It was moments like these that built him up again and made him remember what he was fighting for, why it was important not to make the slide back into being the Winter Soldier entirely. This was waiting for him, greeting him, pushing him to take back his life. He would be forever bias towards Steve, and he didn't plan on changing that ever.

The feather brushed his cheek and was sent on his way as he laid out on Steve on the bed again. He blinked when Steve suddenly sneezed right in his face, and the feather brushed his forehead and stuck in his hair as he blinked his eyes rapidly. He then bent and kissed Steve hard as if that was the only thing in the world that would make up for the 'slight' against him.

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He could see that Bucky was changing, moving towards something more than what HYDRA ever planned for their asset. (Just thinking that HYDRA would think they could use people as a soulless object made Steve's blood boil.) Or perhaps it was moving back, back into what Bucky was before. But not entirely the same, or even close to it, Steve knew. He's long known that it wasn't possible, just like it wasn't possible for him to go back to the Steve before the serum. That was alright too. As long as Bucky was happy with who he was, so was he.

Steve couldn't help but laugh again at the look on Bucky's face as the feather floated from his face over to Bucky's only to get stuck in Bucky's hair and the laugh turned into a moan as Bucky's mouth pressed against his. As they kissed Steve slide his hands up against Bucky's spine until he reached shoulders to continue with one hand up into the mess of wild hair at the back of Bucky's head. When they broke for air Steve kisses Bucky's cheekbones, nose and his forehead, smiling a bit dopily at his friend.

[disassembling]

His eyes half-closed with the little bursts of laughter, almost regretting that he cut it off with a kiss. It still rang in his ears though and he could turn it over in his mind even as his lips worked over Steve's soft warm ones. The combination was quite wonderful, especially as he felt Steve's hand in his hair, a favourite of his now that he had come to appreciate that his mess of hair could be stroked and grasped like that.

He sighed and squirmed in pleasure at the little kisses dancing across his skin, eyes remaining closed as he just leaned into the embrace. It felt so warm, and he knew this was probably what being loved felt like. His fingers massaged Steve's shoulders as he shifted his legs to straddle his friend's waist, curling his feet just under Steve's thighs to force them up just slightly.