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Please. [Immediately, without a thought.] Please fuck me.

[He hadn't been this turned on and desperate for it in a long time. Somehow, suspecting what insane influence Steve was under and knowing the danger he was in just made this more thrilling and got his cock that much harder. He figured if he gave Steve what he wanted and begged, the man would stop teasing him and would get into proper foreplay.

Hopefully. People under this influence weren't always the most rational or patient. But oh, he ached for it, and submitting felt so good, and giving in was so easy.]

Good. Good boy Garrett. Good boy. Deep breath, hmm?

[Steve didn't wait for the man to comply, he simply pushed in another finger and scissored them. A few moments later he added a third finger, moving all three fairly quickly. He wanted Garrett loose enough to take him without injury. That initial push in needed to be smooth. After that . . .]

[Steve was rushing, going too quickly and Garrett knew it, but he couldn't bring himself to care. So what if it was too quick? He could just heal. If Steve let him. Garrett was banking on that, but he was also too turned-on to care.]

Oh, god.

[Deep breaths. It already stung just a tiny bit, but he knew he could take it. He'd take much bigger (though not many that were human), and it would be fine. All he cared about was how hard he was, and how good Steve felt holding him down like this.]

[Steve rested more of his weight on the hand pinning Garrett, aware that the position would start making it hard to breathe. He wanted that. He wanted to hear that faint hitch in the man's breathing, the strain in the lungs. He wanted the man vulnerable and weak.

It wasn't rational and Steve knew that, but he didn't give a damn if it made sense. It just felt good. He finally pulled his fingers out and wiped them on Garrett's ass, simply because it amused him to do so. It was nothing short of humiliating, and he liked that. he wanted Garrett completely submissive.]

Yes, I suppose you can call me that. It's acceptable.

[Garrett was starting to struggle to breathe a little. Steve was shockingly strong and had him crushed into the ground with ease, making it hard for him to expand his lungs fully. He had to confine himself to shallow, labored breaths, well aware that it was only making him weaker. Any chance he ever had of fighting back was rapidly bleeding away into nothing, leaving him utterly helpless in Steve's hands.

But still, he managed to wheeze out a little chuckle.]

Shut up. [It was utterly without intent behind it, just ribbing him lightly for the incredibly cheese "god" line.] Just give me some cock.

Ah ah. No lip, remember?

[He shoved down on Garrett, making the breath rush out of him. It wasn't really a punishment, it was just practical. While the man struggled to pull in another breath, Steve could move around and get into position, which he did/ He hauled Garrett's hips up and steadied and positioned himself as well, then paused.]

If it hurts, heal.

[It's been a couple of weeks since he's seen Steve and he's not sure that the blurry dream he half remembers even counts. Which meant it was a couple of months, since they were married and Suzaku hasn't been avoiding Steve he's just been...

Alright he's been avoiding him. He didn't mean to, it was just how things had gone. He had returned, the nightmares had happened and then he had been recovering. Steve hadn't been one of the people he had been thrown into a punishment room with and they were the only people Suzaku had seen outside of his roommates.

But he's been feeling bad about avoiding his husband. Because even if their binding was not of their own choice... He knew it was probably something Steve cared about.

So there is a sharp knock on Steve's suite and when he opens it there is Suzaku. Looking awkward.]

[Steve knew the kid was there before he opened the door, but he rarely let on. It disturbed people more often than it pleased them. He opened the door with a tired smile, wondering whether Suzaku would start off with reasons they should divorce, or with apologies over why he hadn't been around. Neither one sounded great. Steve didn't want Suzaku to feel obligated, even if he had made demands about dinners that just hadn't happened.]

Hey.

Hello Steve.

[He nodded, though he didn't smile. He was stood straight and almost to attention as the door opened. He still feels awkward, even if there is no annoyance on Steve's face. There wouldn't be. Steve was one of the gentlest people he had ever met.

Another reason he should not be bound to one such as Suzaku.]

I wanted to apologise. For my absence.

[ Peggy was aware that the device she was given had multiple functions, including something called 'texting'. That function seemed impersonal to her so she opts for contacting Steve with a voice message. ]

Hello, Steve. It's Peggy.

I was hoping that we could meet up for coffee, or tea. Whatver you prefer.

[ Her motives for this was for a chance to talk and to check in with him after the business with the undead and ghosts. ]

[He'd never really like it much, but Steve had gotten pretty good with the tech of the hotel. Sending a video just seemed right. And if he was a little more casual than he should have been, it was because he'd known a Peggy on the island and he didn't think about the fact he barely knew the one in the hotel.]

Hey. You know I'm at your disposal, right? Come on up to my place. I'll make you dinner or something. Please? I promise it won't be burned.

I figured. You don't have to though. It wasn't your choice, to get married. And I haven't done anything to try and get it annulled. I have missed you at dinners though. You're alright? Haven't gotten hurt lately or anything?

[He reached out as if to stroke Suzaku's cheek or pet his hair, but he didn't quite make contact. Steve hadn't invited the guy in yet either, mostly because he wasn't sure Suzaku would want to come in. It was so hard to read him . . .]

[He just bowed his head. It wasn't his choice. But nor was it Steve's. They hadn't spoken about it, or much at all since it had happened and honestly, Suzaku had missed Steve as well.

As strange and confusing as Steve was, he had been one of the first people Suzaku had met in hell.

He doesn't flinch away from Steve's hand, though he is aware of it.

He thinks about lying, but he's been trying to be a lot more honest lately.]

It wouldn't be hell if we weren't hurt. Are... Have you been alright?

[It takes her a moment to find the video function, but when she does, Peggy is quick to reply to him.]

Since when did you learn how to cook? [She teases him gently, offering a smile.] I would like to come over for dinner. What time do you need me to be there at?

[After seeing him in that awful room, Peggy was confronted with feelings that she thought she had moved on from. There was no question that she cared for Steve quite deeply, but she still had to figure the feelings out for herself.]

[So beautiful. Peggy always looked so gorgeous. There was obviously a lot more to her than just that, but it always struck him anew how stunning she was.]

Been on my own for a while now and I got really tired of burned meat and crunchy veggies. It was an act of self preservation. Plus I really like being able to feed my friends. I'm pretty decent at most things now! But ah, not baking. I don't burn the cookies anymore, but they don't quite stack up to my ma's either . . .

[Steve wanted to make her smile, maybe even laugh. It was all true too. He'd learned to cook more so he didn't have to eat nasty food he made himself, but being able to feed others was a huge plus. Steve now always had something in the fridge for a hungry belly.]

[Steve's hand finally came down on the boy's hair, a gentle caress.]

I'm sorry you've been hurting Suzaku, but I'm fine. I'm always ok. You wanna come in? I have some leftovers . . .

[It's a lie. Steve isn't always okay. He has seen Steve when he had been not okay before and he doesn't doubt plenty happened in Suzaku's absence.

But if he doesn't wish to tell Suzaku then Suzaku will not press. Nor does he flinch away from the hand in his hair, allowing Steve to caress it as he enters.]

Thank you. You do not need to trouble yourself.

[He looks exactly the same way as she remembered. Maybe the hair was a little different, though she would put that down to whatever the style was in the current time.]

I am glad to hear that you've picked up new skills and can share the fruits of that with your friends. My own mother was always very insistent about teaching me how to cook, even if I spent a lot of time wanting to play outside instead.

[Peggy does laugh at the baking part, envisioning how many times it took him before he no longer had any issues with burning cookies or anything else.]

Maybe I could teach you a few baking recipes, Steve. They may not be as good as your mother's, but they pass my own taste test, and anyone who came over for Sunday dinner.

[If anything, it would be an excuse to spend some time with him, doing a fun activity without any pressure.]

[More like he kept forgetting to cut the damn stuff. And when it was a little longer, it had . . . uses. He grinned at Peggy, pleased he could still get a laugh out of her.]

I can just bet you were itching to get outside. Me and Bucky were always scrounging around the streets when we were little, one of the reasons I had to eat half-raw or charred food for so long. Staying home just wasn't something we usually did. But I'd love to try your recipes! I bet they're just as good as the ones I remember eating. Kinda wish now I had my ma's old recipes, but she never did have anything written down.

[His smile turned just a little sad, but only for a moment. Having Peggy back meant he had every reason to smile forever, even if they were in a hell hotel.]

[He resisted pulling the kid into a hug, but only just. Steve knew Suzaku would just stand there and endure it, not actually take comfort from it.]

It's no trouble. I owe you a bunch of meals already, remember? Go on, go sit on the couch. It'll be over in a minute.

[Steve went to the kitchen and started getting the food and heating it.]

What have you been up to? Can I get at least a few specifics?

[He nodded, Steve had told him to come for meals and he hadn't. Just another way he had failed at being... Not even a good husband but a good friend.

No one had ever called Suzaku a good friend. He went to sit on the couch stiffly.] I was taken from Mammon's land to be further punished. I was there a month, when I returned it was around the time we were taken to the hospital. [He wonders if Steve remembers the odd dream they shared. It had been a weird time.]

Things have been... Calmer since then. [The usual being forced into torture rooms, readjusting to life in the hotel.]

[His comments about how he spent his time with Bucky makes her feel slightly guilty. Peggy had it so good at home, never having to worry about searching for scraps and always having a roof over her head.]

I am sure that you and Bucky made quite the pair when you were out and about. I'm glad you had - well, still have each other now.

[Her expression grows softer.]

It's been a while since I have cooked for another person. Back where I was, I stayed at one of Howard's houses and his butler, Mr. Jarvis, did all of the cooking. But I'm sure my cooking will be just as good as ever, with a little practice.

I'll be sure to write them down for you.

[She knows it won't be easy to live in this place, given what she has seen so far. But Steve is here. His best friend is here, and Peggy has already made friends with people who knew them both. ]

[Steve didn't look on most of his memories with anything but pleasure. Sure, there'd been hard times, but they'd pulled together and survived. That was what mattered. Not the pain or the hunger or the cold. He'd had family and friends and that had made everything bearable. Well, he'd had his mother, Bucky and Bucky's family, and that had been enough.

He gave her a soft smile, glad they could pretend things were mostly normal. It was one of the ways Steve coped. Taking full advantage of the calmer times.]

We were pretty naughty, that's for sure. Definitely did all the things they tell kids not to. And it's . . . I hate to say it, but it's a real gift to have him again. I don't really wish anyone here, but I can't say I'm sorry to see his face every day. Or yours.

[He did wish her home, and safe, but Steve was also selfish enough to take advantage of having her in the hotel. As long as she was there, he'd want to be around and available. It wasn't just the romantic potential. Peggy had been a friend before anything else, and that would always be important to Steve. True friends were worth anything.]

How . . . how was Howard? When you left I mean? Was he still doing his thing?

[Dishes clattered when Suzaku mentioned being taken to a torture place, but he didn't interrupt. There was another small crash when the boy mentioned the hospital. Steve very much remembered that vision they'd shared, and how scared for Suzaku he'd been.

Soon enough he was able to bring over the food and something to drink, setting it all on the table in front of the couch. Steve sat down too, his hand moving over Suzaku's hair lightly. He couldn't help it! He was impelled to touch people he cared about.]

Here. Eat Suzaku. Just eat something.

[He heard those clattering dishes and glanced over in concern a couple of times though he didn't stop his report until he was finished, watching with worried eyes as Steve move back over.

He didn't move away from the hand on his hair, he's figured out that Steve touching people was a comfort to Steve as much as anything else and he wouldn't take that away from him.]

Thank you.

[He nodded and took some of the food, eating slowly.]

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