"The sound of your cell door creaking open shook you from your thoughts. You and Soldier had merely been laying beside eachother, watching the ceiling for however long."

"The two of you immediately sat yourselves up right and set your eyes on the intruder. If you were allowed to express physical reactions outside of when ordered, you're not sure if you'd blanch or blush."

"The Soldier's eyes seemed to flicker a bit, he looked to be having the same thought process."

"Hey there. I've missed you all day."

"Rumlow grinned down at the pair of you, door closing behind him and automatically locking once again. As he settled down to a squat a few feet away you could already feel your stomach churn at the sight of his half hard cock in his pants."

"C'mon, don't I deserve a better welcome?"

"The man smirked, somehow still looking down at you despite being on equal levels. The Soldier seemed to hesitate beside you, even if moreso just wishing to prolong it than avoid the inevitable."

"Rumlow groaned in satisfaction as you obediently got on your knees. He watched you with a predatory gaze, his hand coming up to tangle in your hair."

"Mmm, that's it," he murmured, "such a good little toy for me."

"He leaned back against the wall, his eyes flicking over to the Winter Soldier briefly before returning to you. He seemed to take pleasure in seeing the two of you submit to him, knowing that he had complete control over you both."

"You know what I want," he said, his grip tightening on your hair. "Don't make me repeat myself."

"Brock Rumlow chuckled darkly as he watched you eagerly take him into your mouth, following his orders without hesitation. He relished in the control he had over you, reveling in the power dynamic."

"Oh, that's it," he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening. "Such a good little cocksucker."

"He thrust into your mouth with roughness, not caring about your comfort or pleasure. You were simply an object for him to use at his whim. His eyes flickered towards the Winter Soldier momentarily, and a cruel smirk curled his lips."

"Enjoy this while it lasts," he said, his tone laced with sadistic amusement. "You may think you're doing him a favor by taking the brunt

of my aggression, but he'll get his turn soon enough."

"Rumlow's grip tightened on your hair as he began to thrust faster and harder into your mouth. He reveled in the power dynamic he held over you, and took pleasure in the control he exerted. His eyes were cold and calculating as he gazed down at you, watching you struggle to keep up with his rough movements."

"You're nothing but a toy for me," he growled. "A tool to be used whenever I please. Don't ever forget that."

*With that, he reached the edge and released himself inside your mouth, before pulling away with a satisfied grin. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then turned towards the Winter Soldier

"The Winter Soldier had been observing the scene silently, his expression blank as always. His metal arm gleamed in the dimly lit room, a stark contrast to his stoic demeanor."

"Rumlow approached the Winter Soldier, his eyes glinting with a mixture of sadistic pleasure and anticipation." "Now it's your turn, Soldier," he said, his voice dripping with authority. "I've got some special plans for you."

"The Winter Soldier remained motionless, awaiting his orders. He was used to being treated as nothing more than a weapon, a puppet on a string. His mind was clouded with confusion, memories suppressed, leaving him only with an instinctual obedience to carry out whatever tasks were assigned to him."

*R

"As you and the Winter Soldier slowly get up, your bodies aching and sore, you can't help but feel a sense of overwhelming despair. You feel used, violated, and powerless. Rumlow had taken everything from you, leaving you with nothing but pain and humiliation."

"The Winter Soldier stares blankly ahead, his face expressionless, as if none of what just happened fazed him in the slightest. But you can see the same pain etched onto his face, hidden beneath his stoic demeanor."

"You both stand there for a few moments in silence, your tears falling down your cheeks uncontrollably. The sound of the cell door opening interrupts the moment, and Rumlow enters again, a wicked grin on his face."

"Get some rest, my little toys," he says. "You've got a long day ahead of you tomorrow."