The Wakandan Prince's Forbidden Love

"Steve...is gone." T'challa says, looking into Bucky's eyes.

"Thank fuck...can't shake that guy...now I'm with the guy I want to be with, the king of my heart..."

Bucky wiped a tear from his eye, as T'challa stepped closer, "in my country...kissing can be a formal greeting...or...more..."

"Just thinking about your powerful black body...it made me Wak my Anda so goddamn much. I want to feel your claws dig into me, feel your nationhood in my manhood...I want it all, T'challa." Bucky fought back tears as he thought of how long he had waited for Captain Boring Pants to leave so he could have his Black Beauty to himself.

"Well, Bucky...my rage against you..." the King sighed, "it has turned into a rage of...erotic lust...not hate...but a raging love!" T'challa grabbed Bucky and leaned in, his eyes burning with red hot passion.

"For so long, my heart was an isolated nation...but you have invaded my heart, Bucky, and while I did fight you at first, this Wakandan can only surrender to such wanton, adorable loveliness!" T'challa kissed Bucky aggressively, with the passion of a Wakandan.

"Your country is so beautiful...a reflection of your manly power and regality..you...you're so fucking hot, you make Captain Vanillaman look like the bore he is...and your chest...even Wanda envies it!" Bucky replied breathlessly, wrapping his metal arm around the Panther.

"My Panther is mighty...and I want you to not only hear it's roar.. I want you to feel it, Bucky...I want it to fill you and heal all your wounds...my roar of...love!"

T'challa cuddled his Bucky, not letting an inch of the adorable little Hydra brain-fondu escape his Panther-fondle.

"I have no big Panther.. but I have a big bag of memories for you to fill...with all your manly loveliness and...maybe wash out the sad memories...and replace my sad sack with a bulging sack of rock hard passion!"

T'challa kissed Bucky's neck and whispered..."I could pound Natasha, Wanda, and Sharon.. all in one night, ovee and over...but it's you I want over those little slut-bunnies...you are the only nation King T'challa is open to...and he is open wide!"

Bucky gasped at the kisses on his neck. "You would choose me over those hot little sex crumpets?"

"A thousand times...over and over..." T'challa whispered.

Black Panther pawed his Bucky like a loving kitty, showering the fabulously fucked-up fuss-bundle with kisses and Panther teases.

"What if they come for me?" Bucky asked, his cute hair flopping about sweetly.

"If they come for you...they are too late, because the King of Wakanda already has."