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Bucky glanced up as he crossed the training facility when he heard footsteps pounding towards him. He was about to step aside to let Clint pass when Clint's eye locked with his. “Barnes, with me.” He barked not breaking his stride and instinctively Bucky turned to jog after him as Clint bolted for the barracks.
Clint slowed marginally when he burst through the doors and Bucky caught up to him. His cheeks were flushed and he was breathing hard, which was unusual for Clint. “F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” Clint called out to the A.I. built into the training facility as he darted down the corridor to his room, Bucky now close behind. “Initiate protocol 286b.” Clint ushered Bucky into his room and locked the door.
“Initiated, Agent Barton.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied. “Do you require any additional assistance?”
Clint crossed to his bathroom and stepped inside. “No thanks, I think Barnes can handle it.”
“Handle what?” Bucky asked confused.
Clint pulled the bathroom door shut and locked it before he replied from inside. “Bucky, listen. I need you to sit on the other side of this door, okay. Make sure I can't get out unless F.R.I.D.A.Y. says it's safe.”
“What?” Bucky asked again.
“I'll explain, just do it, please.” Clint sounded breathless and a little pained.
Frowning, Bucky sat down in front of the door, which like all the bathroom doors in the facility opened outwards. He heard an audible sigh as his back thumped the door. “What the hell is going on Clint? What's protocol 286b?” He heard movement, then the muffled thump of Clint's back hitting the other side of the door.
There was a sigh and then Clint replied. “Protocol 286b refers to agents who have been dosed with Compound 84, otherwise known as Sex Pollen.”
“Sex pollen? What the fuck is sex pollen?” Bucky demanded.
There was a faint groan from the other side of the door and it was a moment before Clint responded, his voice shaky. “It's an airborne pathogen, developed by A.I.M. The idea was that your enemies couldn't fight you, if they were fucking each other.” His breath hitched at the end and Bucky's eyes went wide.
“You mean...?” He trailed off as he suddenly had an idea of what Clint was doing on the other side of the door.
“Yes.” Clint groaned in response. “It does exactly what you think it does.”
“Fuck!” Bucky exclaimed. “That's legal?”
Clint whined and Bucky heard a thump that he guessed was Clint's head hitting the door. His enhanced hearing could faintly hear Clint's heavy breaths. “Not legal.” Came Clint's gasped reply at last. “It was too hard to get the dose right since everyone's body responds differently. Some people became violent, others convinced they were going to die. One or two just became extra cuddly. It's airborne too, so not always possible to avoid dosing your own side in the process.” There was a pause where Bucky heard a faint growl before Clint continued. “It was ordered destroyed, so naturally that means it shows up on the dark web every now and again and some idiot decides it's a good idea to use it.
Bucky shook his head. “Are you alright? Do you need anything?”
“I'll be alright.” Clint replied breathless. “Seems like a mild dose. I was lucky, was able to get back to the quinjet and get cleaned off, change my gear so that minimised my exposure time.
“So why do you need me here?” Bucky asked. “Not that I mind.” He added quickly.
“It's procedure.” Clint replied, voice low and rough. “Sometimes it comes in waves. I might still try to break out. Steve was in his bathroom for an hour before he suddenly tried to break down the door. Took me and Tony both to keep him inside.” He paused. “You can call him, if you want. Or Tony. I know this is kinda awkward but they've both been through it. They'll understand.”
“It's fine.” Bucky replied. “I don't mind. Does this happen often?”
“Nah.” Clint groaned again. “This is my second time. Steve and Tony have been hit once each. The good thing is you seem to build up an immunity after being dosed. It was worse the first time.”
Bucky heard his head hit the door again. “So you just got to jerk it until it wears off?” He asked.
Clint laughed then. “Pretty much. Sorry, I know that's a mental picture you probably didn't need.”
An image popped unbidden into Bucky's head of Clint, cheeks flushed, bare chest sheened with sweat, hand wrapped around his cock, thick arm muscles flexing as he jerked it and Bucky had to suppress a moan of his own. “Bucky?” Clint enquired. “You still out there?”
Bucky startled back to reality. “Shit!” He gasped. “Yeah, Clint. Still here. Not going anywhere.” He had the urge to bang his own head against the door. Now was not the time to be having inappropriate thoughts about a team mate.
“You know the worst thing about this?” Clint asked. “It's the lowering of defences. I mean, it's probably obvious that I'd want to ask you to open this door and let me fuck you, but there's also the annoying need I have to tell you why you in particular.”
Bucky heard a slapping sound that he thought was perhaps Clint covering his mouth to stop him blurting out anything else. His mind boggled at the idea of Clint actually asking to fuck him and the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Why me in particular?”
Clint groaned and this time it sounded more like the pain of embarrassment than anything else. “I shouldn't. Don't ask me that.”
“Clint?” Bucky turned to face the door even though he couldn't see through it. “Why me?”
There was a resigned sigh and the rhythmic thump of Clint's head hitting the door three times before he spoke in a voice so low Bucky could barely hear him. “I was fourteen.” He began. “Trying to hide out from my brother. It was winter and the wind was biting cold so I sneaked into the museum. I was wandering aimlessly, not really looking at anything, just trying to warm up. Pretty sure my brother would never think to look for me in there when I came across the exhibition on Captain America. I'd only ever heard bits and pieces about him. Stolen comic books and overheard stories, so I stopped to take a look and that was when I first saw actual photos of you.” He chuckled. “Your comic character is nothing like you.”
Bucky snorted from the other side of the door. He'd seen them. Seen how they'd turned him into not only a sidekick but a teenager to boot.
Clint continued. “I looked at those old back and white photos and something hit me, something I hadn't known before.” He paused. Sighed. “You were my bisexual awakening.” He laughed, but it sounded bitter and sad.
“I was your what?” Bucky asked confused.
Clint's head thunked the door again. “You know, that moment when you first realise you're attracted to someone. I had my sexual awakening at 12 years old. An acrobat named Maggie, but staring at that picture of you was the moment I realised that yeah, I liked guys that way too.”
“Fuck!” Bucky gasped from the other side of the door.
“I'm sorry.” Clint huffed. “I know I made it weird but this stuff just totally kills the brain to mouth filter if it thinks it will get you laid.”
“Clint.” Bucky stated getting to his feet. “Open the door.”
“Bucky, man. I'm sorry okay.” Clint got to his feet too. “I know you probably want to deck me right now but I can't open the door just yet.”
“That's not what I want at all.” Bucky replied, voice serious. “Open the door."
Clint hesitated but then with a sigh, he reached out and clicked off the lock. The door was flung open and before Clint had time to react, Bucky was on him, pinning him back against the shower partition and pressing their lips firmly together, hands fisting in Clint's hair.
Clint gasped and as his lips parted Bucky's tongue thrust inside. His metal hand slipped down to Clint's bare ass and hauled him tight against Bucky's body.
Clint managed to twist his head and part their lips, panting as he grabbed onto Bucky's shoulders. “What the fuck?” He managed before Bucky caught his lips again. Clint managed to break them apart once more. “Bucky?” He queried. “What the fuck? Did I somehow transfer the pollen to you too?”
Bucky shook his head pressing their foreheads together. “No Clint. This is all me. I've wanted to do this since the first time I laid eyes on you.” He moved forward again darting a quick peck to Clint's lips.
“You have?” Clint frowned. “Why didn't you say something?”
“Didn't know how you'd feel about it.” Bucky shrugged. “I know people are a lot more open about these things now but I still didn't want to risk a punch in the face and making working with you awkward.”
Clint laughed and pulled Bucky in closer. “Thank fuck for sex pollen.”
Bucky grinned. “Agreed.” He hauled Clint up then and carried him to the bed.