Rumlow was always a prick. He was prevented and creepy, always praying on the most vulnerable. That always ended up being the soldier. You gave Rumlow too much disobedience that it eventually put him off even trying with you. But the soldier, he was as obedient as a little puppy dog. Anything you asked him he would do, and Rumlow always too full advantage of that.

No one ever commented on it, no one ever told him to stop. They didn’t care about the soldier, they only worried if he became too injured to complete a mission. Rumlow was quick to get comfortable, never once being afraid to use and abuse the soldier as he pleased. Most of the time you had to watch, being shunned into silence without nothing to do. The soldier never tried to stop it, simply staying still and quiet unless commanded to move or the pain became too unbearable.

The soldier had yet again completed a successful mission, returning back to base with only a few minor injuries all of which he was sent to his cell to fix himself. He obliged. You two only shared a cell recently, the new hidden base in D.C barely having enough room to hold the Hydra base. The soldier was bandaging himself up when a familiar sound of boots came clicking into the cell. You didn’t have to look up to see who it was. Rumlow.

“Congratulations, sweetheart.” He taunted, a smug smile on his face as he lowered down to be face to face with the soldier, who paused his current task to listen to Rumlow.

Within a split second the soldiers chin was in his grasp and Rumlows lips were on his in an aggressive and nasty kiss. The soldier did not pull away until Rumlow did, sitting in silence.

“I’ll see you later,” Rumlow said as he patted to soldiers cheek, walking out and shutting the cell door behind him. The soldier simply went back to his task, not seeing the horror of it all.