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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DCU, Marvel, Batman_-_All_Media_Types, The_Avengers_(Marvel)_-_All_Media
      Types
  Relationship:
      James_"Bucky"_Barnes/Jason_Todd
  Character:
      James_"Bucky"_Barnes, Jason_Todd, Steve_Rogers_(mentioned)
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Smut, Feels, Unrequited_Love, Friends_With_Benefits, Bucky_Barnes
      Has_Issues, Jason_does_too, I_Don't_Even_Know, I'm_Sorry, How_Do_I_Tag,
      marvel/dc_crossover_-_Freeform, AU_Kinda?, Rough_Sex, More_angst_than
      smut_tbh, Jason_is_like_17, Bucky_is_idek
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-25 Words: 1252
****** Scream His Name When You Fuck Me And I'll Pretend Not To Care ******
by Gothic_Lolita
Summary
     Jason knew Bucky loved Steve. He wasn't naive enough to pretend
     otherwise. But he also knew that he loved Bucky, the only reason he
     bothered to put up with this sweet torture.
Notes
     Heyo! This fic came out of nowhere! Hell, I wasn't even aware this
     ship existed until yesterday. But I like it, so naturally I'll give
     it's shippers awful feels. Tbh I've always wanted to write a DC/
     Marvel crossover, and what better way to do it than with sweet misery
     of a pretty awesome ship? Enjoy.
See the end of the work for more notes
Jason gasped, thrashing in Bucky's rough grip. He was sweating a river,whining
and moaning as the Winter Soldier pounded into his tight ass. Bucky added to
the sexual symphony with his own grunts and broken moans.
"I'm- fucking hell- close!" Jason warned his voice shaking.
Bucky grunted in acknowledgement as his hips stuttered, proving he was close as
well.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Bucky!" Jason swore as he hit his peak his body
shaking with pleasure.
Bucky started to say something, then silenced himself with a hard bite, hard
enough to draw blood, to Jason's shoulder as he came inside of Red Hood.
Bucky pulled out once they had both orgasmed, and fell onto the bed next to
Jason, as they both breathed hard in the afterglow.
Jason wasn't stupid. No, being raised by the World's Greatest Detective taught
him better than that. He knew, knew from the very day this began, that Bucky
didn't really care about Jason. He didn't have feelings for Jason, at least not
the ones Jason had for Bucky. Instead, Bucky used Jason as an outlet.
Bucky loved that stupid star spangled idiot of a hero that he public called
Captain America. Jason had grown to hate that damned golden boy, the mention of
his name made Jason want to rip someone's face off. Because unlike Bucky, Jason
loved the stupid assassin that lie next to him.
Jason didn't mean for it to happen that way. Bucky was hot as hell, and the sex
wasfantastic, even if it wasn't Jason's name on the Winter Soldier's tongue
when they fucked. But of course, Jason's emotions went and fucked him up. He
wanted nothing more than for Bucky to even think his fucking name during sex,
and have him not holding back a 'Steve' instead. Wanted Bucky to let go of his
feelings for that damned straighter-than-an-arrow American hero. Bucky had
never slipped up verbally yet, but Jason figured it was only a matter of time
that Bucky got so deep in his fantasies of being with that blonde adonis that
he actually did say that putrid name.
Jason wished he could live in a blissful, ignorant mindset that Bucky was
thinking abouthim during sex. That Bucky actually thought about Jason while
fucking him, that Bucky wasn't rough just because he knew it wasn't Steve who
was wrapped around his dick. That Jason wasn't just some kid who was nothing
but a body to fuck to the Winter Soldier.
Jason was shaken out of his thoughts by Bucky's voice. "Jason..." It said
guilty,pitiful almost, as if the older man knew what Jason was thinking.
Jason turned on his side and faced Bucky, glaring. "Yes?" He snapped.
"I..." Bucky paused, clearly looking for words. "I'm... sorry. I know this
isn'tideal, but-" Jason cut off the idiotic apology falling from Bucky's lips,
before he said anything evenmore idiotic.
"Sorry?" Jason scoffed. "Don't be. I'm not dense, you know." He sneered,
feeling his anger boil. "I damn well know you're holding his name back
everytime we fuck."
Bucky winced. "I know, but I shouldn't drag you into this. You have nothing to
do with my crush on my best friend." Bucky's voice was bitter as well.
Jason snorted. "Crush my ass. You can say it, you know. You love him. You're in
love with Steve fucking Rogers." He spat.
Bucky sighed. "Doesn't change my point." His voice was small.
Jason rolled his eyes. "Look, I don't give a fuck about your emotions." A lie.
"Hell, scream his name when you fuck me,Idon't fucking care." Another lie.
"It's all the same to me." The biggest lie. Jason got up and started to put on
his clothes and armor.
"Hey, don't leave." Bucky said, reaching out to him with a mechanical arm. 
Jason shook his head and snorted. "Why the hell not? There's always some
asshole worth beating up in Gotham." He said, not looking back at Bucky.
"And one of those assholes in lying in this bed." Bucky mumbled, obviously
referring to himself.
Jason let out a dry laugh. If they were in a healthy relationship, a healthy
anything, he would consol Bucky and tell the soldier how wonderful he was and
how he was very much not an asshole. But they weren't. "Can't disagree with you
there." He grit out as he pulled on his pants.
Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. "Is this your way of ending... us, or something?"
Bucky asked, the emotion in his voice hard to read.
Jason rolled his eyes. James Barnes, everybody. As usual, misreading social
interactions. "Of course not." Jason started pulling on armor over his tee
shirt.
"So you want to keep-" Jason cut him of again.
"Yes, I want to keep fucking you." His voice was cold.
"Why?" Bucky's voice was confused.
Jason finally looked back at the Winter Soldier, his eyes narrowed. He wished
the sight of that damned gorgeous man before him didn't make his heart skip a
beat. "Why?" Dry laughter. "Because you're good in bed, asshole." Jason
snapped.
Bucky raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure other people are too. Why bother with
someone who's not even thinking about you during sex?" 
"Because I have a kink for metal arms." Jason's voice dripped with sarcasm. He
was completely dressed, and holding his mask. 
That actually got a chuckle from Bucky. "I'm serious." He said, trying to hold
back a smile.
Jason smirked. "So am I. I mean why wouldn't hot metal feel good on my cock?"
He joked, actually smiling, his voice no longer holding as much bite.
Bucky laughed and shook his head. Jason tried not to let it make his heart
flutter, seeing how handsome Bucky was when he smiled. He failed. "You're
something else, kid."
Jason growled at being called a kid. Anyone else, he would've given a new scar
for it, but for Bucky, he tolerated it. "Same goes to you, old man." He teased.
Bucky chuckled again, but got serious moments after. "You're avoiding the
question, Jason. Why me?" He asked, eyebrows knit together.
Jason honestly wanted to punch him. "I don't need to fucking explain myself to
anyone. Besides, I could ask you the same thing." His voice went back to that
cold tone that defined Red Hood.
Bucky sighed. "You were just a chance opportunity for me. You can take what I
dish out." Bucky explained, though Jason hadn't really wanted an answer in the
first place. He didn't want to be written off as just achance opportunity.
"Whatever." Jason growled, and pulled on his mask and headed for the window,
planning to climb down the fire escape of the cheap apartment they used for get
togethers.
"Jason." Bucky called out, pausing Red Hood's movements. "You don't... do you
have feelings for me? Like,romantically?" Bucky fumbled over his words. "Do you
like, or even love me that way?" Bucky's voice and face were unreadable, Jason
wasn't sure what answer he wanted, and he wasn't sure if Bucky knew what answer
he wanted either.
Jason opened the window and crouched in it, turning back for just a moment.
"What fucking difference does it make?" The rhetorical question was more
telling to Bucky than anything else Jason could've said. Yes, he did, but it
didn't matter. It wouldn't change their relationship. They were both trapped in
unrequited love.
Jason didn't let Bucky answer, as he left off into the night, channeling all
pain he felt into supercharged rage.
End Notes
     I wasn't even going to write this, I haven't ever written Marvel
     before. But I couldn't get it out of my fucking head and it
     practically wrote itself. So excuse me completely falling out of my
     comfort zone for this shit.
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