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“Hey, Asset. Come here.” Even Rumlow's inebriated mind could put together that this was a bad idea, but he wasn't currently sure why. The Asset got up in a fluid motion from where it'd been sitting in a corner since it'd been ordered there hours earlier. Outside of a mission, the Asset never showed initiative. It didn't seem to care about what it was fed or how much sleep it got or whether it was told to shower or hosed down and how often.
Right now it was post-mission and it'd been scrubbed clean by Yang who'd drawn the short straw. The Asset followed Rumlow as he made his way to his bedroom and waited placidly as Rumlow stripped off his guns and sat down on the bed.
He still had his thigh holster and a knife in his boot but there was a thrill to being in an enclosed space with the Asset, nearly unarmed. It was partly irrational. If the Asset were to act out, all the guns in the world wouldn't help him, nor would a different, more public setting. He'd seen what the Asset could do, on countless missions and sometimes on the base right when it'd been woken up. People tended to think the Asset was more confused coming out of the cryo and therefore presented a risk to his handlers and the techs working on him. Rumlow suspected the Asset took advantage of that belief. It was hard to read the Asset's expressions, but there was a certain disdain it had for some members of HYDRA and those were some of the ones who were lucky if they escaped with their lives.
It was part of the draw, the danger the Asset presented.
“Get on your knees.” The Asset kneeled in front of him as Rumlow opened up his pants and pulled down his underwear. He hadn't used the Asset in this way before, and some part of him was wary of the warnings he'd gotten from the Asset's technicians. He was horny though, and there was nobody around in the safe house to tell on him.
The Asset took him in its mouth with little prompting, swallowed him down in a way that made it clear this wasn't anything like the first time it'd been used this way. Rumlow leaned back, letting the Asset do all the work, while the Asset sucked him down, not even gagging as Rumlow's cock hit the back of its throat.
“Oh, fuck, bet they use you for this all the time, whore.” This had been a great idea. It was nothing like getting head from a woman. The Asset wasn't a person and that was part of what got Rumlow so excited. It might have looked like a man but it was essentially a machine, good for killing people and clearly good for other things. Rumlow got his hand behind the Asset's head, fisting the long hair into his grip and pulling it closer with it, making the Asset finally gag. The sound spurred him on and he thrust into the Asset's mouth, fucking its face, enjoying the chocking noises and the tight heat around his length.
The Asset wasn't getting any air, but it wasn't resisting, its hands clasped behind its back. How long could Rumlow use it before it passed out? And after it passed out? He hadn't thought about taking the Asset in the ass, but the thought made him hot now, letting the Asset come to as it was being fucked. “Bet you'd like that, whore,” Rumlow gasped, feeling his balls draw tight. “Fucking take it.”
He dragged the Asset off of him and watched it gasp for breath, fisting his cock until he was coming in white stripes over the Asset's face. “There you go. That's what you're good for.”
It took a little while for Rumlow to come down off the intense orgasm, but he startled when the Asset moved suddenly, not backing up but getting into Rumlow's space.
“What are you--” Rumlow started to push the Asset away only for his arms to be gripped tight and before he knew it he was manhandled face down onto the bed. “Asset, stand down!”
More alarming even than the Asset ignoring the command was the erection he could feel against his ass as the Asset straddled him. The Asset's quick movements had taken him by surprise, but now Rumlow struggled properly, trying to throw it off him. It was like trying to move a brick wall, the Asset a hot, solid weight on top of him.
“Hush, sweetheart, I'll take care of you,” the Asset told him.
“Who the fuck do you think I am? Stop that right the fuck now!”
The Asset ignored him, metal hand trapping Rumlow's arms in uncomfortable angles behind his back, its other hand moving to pull off his pants and underwear and spreading his ass cheeks apart. And then he heard the Asset spit and fuck, felt it, wet fingers on his hole. Spit wasn't lube, not that Rumlow had ever thought he'd be in the position of wishing for lube. But as the fingers pushed in, dragging on his rim, he seriously did. He didn't get his wish though, the fingers pulling out and being replaced by the blunt pressure of the Asset's cock, hard and heavy, pushing inside.
The Asset's weight was pinning him down and it started thrusting, each push feeling like he was being split open. Rumlow had never felt so used as when he could hear the Asset's panting breaths in his ear, a burning stretch in his ass where the Asset's cock plunged in and out, rocking his whole body on the bed. The Asset was silent otherwise, but Rumlow could hear the grunts and groans falling from his own mouth that he couldn't stop as the Asset thrust in. It didn't hurt the same as being beaten up or being shot but it was a different hurt, more intimate and more sharp for it.
It seemed to take forever before the Asset's pace picked up, pushing rapidly in and out before finally stilling, coming in hot spurts inside Rumlow's ass.
“Get the fuck off me.”
The Asset moved, compliant again, standing up beside the bed and zipping its pants up clumsily. It was usually dressed by handlers but apparently it could do that much on its own.
Rumlow sat up, pulling his pants up. He could feel the Asset's come leaking out and he gritted his teeth.
“Listen to me carefully, Asset. When you're asked to report, you better not report any of this shit. You hear me?”
“Omit details from the report?”
“Yes, fucking omit details. Understood?”
“Affirmative.”
“Good. Now get out of my sight before I'm inspired to shoot you in the face.”
The Asset went.