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Bucky twirls the vial of liquid around in his fingertips. Walker’s been badgering him with questions for nearly an hour. Mostly asking when Sam will be there. Bucky texted Sam multiple times asking that very same question.
I’ll be there soon, Bucky. Sam texts.
You said that already. Do you want me to kill Walker? Bucky sends back.
Soon.
Followed by, don’t do anything stupid. Please.
“We should go without him.” Walker says.
“No.” Bucky replies flatly.
“No? Then when the fuck is he getting here?” The other man demands.
Bucky sighs, at this point he’s wondering how Walker tastes. And no, not in that way.
“This is ridiculous.” Walker complains. “It’s like the two of you aren’t treating this very seriously.”
Bucky rolls his eyes, reaches into a drawer and grabs a syringe. He’s done this before with Zemo. Zemo is the one who gave him the serum in the first place. It’s possible to just drink it but Bucky finds injecting it the easier option here.
“What’s that?” Walker notices the vial once Bucky starts to draw liquid from it into the syringe.
Bucky ignores him. He’s very good at doing that. Ignoring people. Especially people he finds to be very irritating. Walker's voice sounds like static to his ears.
“Hello?” The blonde asks, clearly miffed.
Bucky engages the part of the Winter Soldier to get the jump on Walker. With the syringe clenched between his teeth, he pins the other man to the wall, dramatically injecting him in the neck. He also takes his phone away from him.
“What the fuck?” Walker yelps. “What did you just inject me with?”
Bucky just smirks as the serum acts fast, already making the other super soldier stagger. Zemo and Sam had described the experience as dizzying. For some reason it also makes whatever you’re wearing shrink too.
It doesn’t take long for Walker to be shrunk to a couple of inches tall. Bucky can already tell he’s going to have so much fun.
This is the first time he’s had someone who is unwilling to be his prey. Well, actually Sam has only ever consented to some mouthplay, he’s never actually allowed Bucky to eat him (which is a shame) but Bucky respects his boundaries. Also to his disappointment, Zemo was completely indifferent to being eaten.
“What- what did you do to me?” Walker asks as Bucky holds him between two fingers and then gingerly places him in the palm of his hand.
“I shrunk you.” Bucky answers easily.
“Why?!”
Bucky licks his lips and grins. “Honestly? Because you’re really fucking annoying. And I want to eat you.”
“What…?” The other man balks. “What did you just say?”
“I want to eat you.” he repeats.
He watches as Walker’s eyes drift downward.
“Oh? Planning on jumping? I wouldn’t. You might die or break every bone in your body.”
Walker still looks like he’s considering it so Bucky makes a fist around him, trapping him so he can’t move. Then he brings Walker up to his mouth, blowing hot air in his face. He laps at Walker like he’s a lollipop, drenching him in saliva.
Saliva builds in his mouth. Walker tastes amazing. He can smell the fear on him, he can taste it too. It makes Bucky feel giddy.
It’s hard not to pop Walker in his mouth right away. But he wants to savor this. The shrunken super soldier goes from struggling in his grip to freezing up like a prey animal when Bucky presses him up against his throat and starts swallowing. Then he holds the shrunken man up against his stomach which growls loudly.
“Like the sound of that, Walker?” Bucky teases. “Enjoying the little previews?”
“You can’t be serious…! I’m your ally!” Walker protests.
He scoffs. “Hardly. I consider Zemo more of an ally than you.”
“This is crazy, you can’t just eat me…”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not your fucking food, that’s why!”
“I don’t know about that… you taste just like something I want to eat. And you’re just the right size to swallow.”
“Isn’t- isn’t Sam going to wonder where I am?” Walker tries.
“Probably. But he won’t miss you that badly. I think most people would react the same way to your absence.” Bucky remarks coldly. He knows he’s being an asshole but he doesn’t care.
“Oh.” The blonde goes silent.
“If anything, pleading is your best option here.” he lies.
“Go fuck yourself.” Maybe Walker isn’t so pathetic after all.
Bucky dangles Walker over his open mouth and then without hesitation, he drops the man inside and encloses him in hot, wet darkness. He lets Walker get acquainted with his new surroundings before doing anything.
He rolls Walker around in his mouth, treating him like a piece of candy. Poking and prodding him, nudging him from side to side. Fully enjoying his flavor, even making sounds of contentment while he’s doing so.
He fakes the man out several times, giving him a reprieve and a chance to see the outside world before snapping his mouth closed again. He can tell Walker is getting frustrated and stressed.
“Bucky, don’t you dare swallow me!” Walker sounds angry.
Or what? Bucky thinks. Walker has no leverage here.
He tilts his head back and Walker slides to the back of his throat, his legs already slipping downward.
“Wait! Don’t do this!” Now Walker sounds desperate as he tries in vain to find purchase, anything to hang on to in order to stop his descent, but there’s nothing, so he starts to slide. “No!”
Bucky’s fingertips trace the bump in his throat that is Walker. He struggles all the way down but it doesn’t make a difference. Nothing is going to stop him from being swallowed.
When John reaches his stomach with a wet thump, Bucky lets out a contented sigh. Lifting his shirt to see the small bump the man leaves. His stomach gurgles which seems to freak out its new visitor.
“That was fun. We should do this again sometime, Walker, or wait… there’s not going to be another time once my stomach gets to work.” Bucky mocks cruelly. He’s not going to kill Walker but Walker doesn’t need to know that. Not yet anyway.
Walker seems stunned as he wanders around Bucky’s stomach, pushing against his stomach walls. “Let me out!”
Bucky grins as Walker’s pleas get more and more desperate. It seems to make Walker more panicked when Bucky doesn’t say anything back to him. He’s just about to start teasing Walker again when Sam finally arrives.
“Sorry, I’m late.” Sam says sheepishly. “Wait a minute, where’s Walker?”
“He got pissed off and left.” Bucky shrugs.
“Seriously?” His partner sighs. “That’s just great.”
“I mean, at least it means we don’t have to deal with him.” Bucky says, sliding in closer to Sam and wrapping his hands around his waist. “We can take a little time together.”
“But what about the mission?” Sam asks, but it doesn’t take much for him to give in, some quick kisses and he’s already pressed against Bucky on the couch.
Everything is going great until Walker’s phone (which Bucky forgot all about) starts ringing on the table.
“Huh?” His boyfriend freezes. “Whose phone is that?”
“Nobodies.” Bucky answers too quickly.
“That’s Walker’s phone, isn’t it?” Sam accuses. “Bucky, where is he?” And then the gears in his head start turning as he slides his hand under Bucky’s shirt, feeling the small bump just underneath the skin. “Tell me you didn’t-!”
“Look, you weren’t there, okay? He was being an annoying asshole, what else was I supposed to do?”
“I don’t know? Not eat the man?!” His partner gestures angrily. “What’s wrong with you? When were you going to tell me?”
“Soon…”
“Soon, my ass. Is he okay?”
“He’s fine. Sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“Okay, maybe I let him think I wasn’t going to let him out…”
“WHAT?!”
After severely admonishing Bucky and reassuring Walker, Sam makes Bucky spit out Walker. Bucky is actually surprised that Walker doesn’t try to hit him or say anything to him, he just leaves quietly, leaving them to complete the mission. Which they do, while arguing the entire time.
Bucky is sure Walker won’t forget the experience anytime soon. Just like he won’t forget how Walker tasted.