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all the better to eat you with

It'd only been a month, but it felt a lot longer than that. More like centuries. That was what happened when Steve got stir-crazy. He didn't come and go as he wanted, not without Bucky. Not yet. He still didn't trust himself alone. He was still learning, and he considered it far too risky. He still hadn't hurt anyone, and he wanted to keep it that way.

What it meant was for hours on end, he was bored. During the daytime, it didn't bother him as much as at night. He couldn't go anywhere during the day, even if he still did want to participate in all the activities he missed out on. It was nighttime that he got twitchy. Specifically, it was any amount of time that he was alone.

That, of course, was any night Bucky had to go to work and it occurred way more often than Steve liked. It was necessary, and he understood that, but there were only so many things he could do to keep himself occupied while he waited.

This night was spent like many others. Steve read one of the fifty or so books he lugged across the hall to Bucky's. He surfed the internet. He watched baseball games during live airings. This was nice and all, but it was hardly stimulating.

He eyed the clock as it neared the time when he expected Bucky to be back. It wasn't an exact science, but sitting perfectly still and watching each second tick by was. The anticipation rose when he could hear the footsteps down the hall and knew he was coming. Even more so when he could tell that Bucky'd fed prior to coming back. He could smell it.

The other man might have been his only companion and his mentor, but he was also Steve's only food source, and something he frequently felt lately was hunger. When the doorknob turned, Steve was on his feet and right there waiting as soon as Bucky was inside.

Yes, he was kind of like a puppy. You know, one that wanted to chew on Bucky some.

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Bucky knew Steve was waiting for him. It had taken longer than he would have liked it to to get back home. He had gone out looking for fresh blood. He had to hunt a lot more frequently with Steve living with him, but he didn't care. It was worth it, really. Besides, Steve was relying on him and he wasn't about to let him starve. The truth was, Bucky had been living alone for so long it was nice, having Steve around for company. Even if Steve was still getting used to the changes happening in his life.

He glanced at Steve a bit surprised to see him right at the door when he pulled it open, like a puppy impatiently waiting for his master to come back home. He shut and locked the door behind him. Blood was pulsing through his veins, leaving him warm and his skin far less pale than anyone might expect, life coursing through his bloodstream.

He had started repairing the things Tony had broken in Steve's life, without fully telling him what he was up to. Convinced his boss that Steve was deathly ill, compelled a letter of confirmation from a doctor and managed to persuade the lawyer into agreeing that Steve could have his job back when he got better.

Right now he was still working on helping Steve learn to control himself in public when surrounded by all those beating hearts and the heady smell of blood that went with it.

"Steve. I brought you something I thought you might like." He had a thick envelope in his hand when he greeted the younger vampire, but knowing Steve, his news for the other man would be able to wait. Bored, hungry vampires were rarely patient.

This would be the moment when an innuendo should've been inserted. Something even as cliché as oh I bet you did would've been appropriate. That wasn't typically Steve's style, and he was far too distracted to make a comment about that anyway. He was too hungry for conversation and what he needed was to fix that immediately. That was more or less all he'd been able to think about for the past few hours after the hunger really started to set in.

When he wasn't feeling like he was starved, he managed to do well. He thought he was making decent progress on that, too. Steve was certain he'd be able to handle Times Square, in all his hypercrowded glory in no time. That was likely getting extremely ahead of himself, but that was rather motivating when he was in the mindset for it.

The only thing he could think about right now was feeding. All that blood just waiting for him. Before even touching Bucky, Steve could feel the warmth resonating from the other man, inviting him in. He'd found that was another thing he had a hard time resisting. In terms of preventing starvation, it did nothing for him, but now that he usually lacked his own body heat, these temporary moments where he could be near and obtain it were ones he always looked forward to. It had nothing to do with the new association of feeding off of Bucky and sex.

Okay, that was a lie.

"That can wait."

Somewhere down the line, Steve lost his concept of personal space. He hadn't stepped way; instead he'd stepped closer, unbuttoning Bucky's shirt just enough to expose more of his neck and shoulders. He lacked the patience for finishing that job. As soon as there was enough exposed, he dragged his tongue along Bucky's collarbone then upward onto his neck. That was all the preamble Steve bothered with. His teeth sank in and he slowly began lapping at the flow of blood he'd caused.

Meanwhile, he held onto Bucky. Just in case he chose to pull away and let Steve completely starve. Unlikely, on both counts- he wouldn't starve if Bucky made him wait- but that didn't stop this sort of logic.

Bucky didn't pull away. He steadied himself on the door and tilted his head out of the way as Steve's fangs sank into his neck, hands finding the younger vampire's shirt and holding onto it. He gave a low groaning moan, eyes slipping closed.

It was difficult to explain, and it could have just been the association with sex that had started to line up so strongly with Steve's teeth sinking into his flesh, but every time the lawyer bit him, Bucky lost his control a bit and encouraged him more.

Steve had an excuse. He was hungry and Bucky smelled like dinner. Bucky's only excuse was Steve's enthusiasm for biting him.

Breath he didn't need came out in a low hiss and his fingers closed more tightly around the fabric.

Steve's hands made their way under Bucky's shirt, resting on the small of his back, fingers rubbing small circles into the muscle beneath. His focus was still entirely on feeding- biting more firmly and sucking harder. Not a drop went to waste, he made sure of it.

Bucky's responses only encouraged him, but that was just as well, since Steve had no intention of stopping any time soon. The more he drank, the more the blood began to affect him. These were the moments he liked best, when he could feel it working though him. It was the first time he felt so alive- since the last time he fed off Bucky, at least.

Bucky slid his hands to Steve's waist and leaned back further, resting his full weight against the door, he dragged Steve against him, rocking his hips forward with a groan.

It was unconventional. Even without as much knowledge of his own kind as other might have, he was fairly certain it wasn't normal for a vampire to live this way. But it seemed to be working, and it kept Steve from having to hurt anyone. It certainly didn't hurt Bucky.

He enjoyed the after effect far more than this part, but even just having Steve drink from him, it felt good. He didn't think too hard about why he responded the way he did, just leaned back and let Steve drink, enjoying the pull.

"Hi, how was your day? I'm fine, thanks." He gave a low laugh and closed his eyes again, licking his lips.

Steve wasn't always this desperate. There were some days when Bucky was able to at least get his shoes off first. Other days Steve could last a couple hours before he was so hungry that he was incapable of focusing on anything else. It usually depending upon several things, such as how much later Bucky got home than expected, how much Steve'd drank from Bucky before, and the amount of bagged blood left in the flat.

More often than not, it went something like this not long after Bucky got back anyway, so this wasn't anything particularly new. If Steve took the time to really think about this arrangement, he'd likely feel like a kept woman. The only thing he didn't do was have dinner waiting on the table. Any sort of cleaning Steve did was mostly out of sheer boredom and his need to move around. After all, it wasn't like the kitchen ever needed to be cleaned from use.

Steve grinded his hips against Bucky's. He stopped sucking at the wound for a moment just to respond. "Boring. You took too long to get back." Sometimes Steve was completely petulant when he was hungry. He then licked up the blood that dripped down, then returned his attention directly to the wound.

Bucky wrapped his arms lower, and Steve could complain all he wanted about being kept, later, Bucky was moving them to the bedroom. If he was going to let Steve get carried away again he at least wanted to be able to lie down afterwords.

"Fuck, sorry, took a bit longer than usual."

He had been in a rush and nearly let the guy he'd snagged in the seedier part of town get away halfway through because he hadn't been careful enough to make sure he had compelled him well enough. But that wasn't the sort of thing he was planning on telling Steve about. He wasn't even sure how much of what he did Steve knew about. Did he disapprove?

Probably.

He let go of Steve in front of the bed, Bucky's back to the mattress, and coaxed him down with him when he took a seat, his hand curled around the back of his neck, holding his head in place. An idea was getting into his head and he grinned to himself, fingers toying with Steve's short hairs at the back of his neck.

"There are other places, you know. We could make this... even better."

Situations like these left Steve completely malleable. As long as he got to continue feeding, he didn't care where Bucky took him. His guard was often down around the other vampire anyway, but he was even more vulnerable when he was feeding. Hypothetically, anyway. He knew he could trust Bucky, and did so wholeheartedly. The main issue was always Steve's reluctance to stop, which meant in a variety of situations, that could be really bad.

This wasn't one of those times, at least. He let Bucky move them to the bedroom and when Bucky sat down on the mattress, Steve straddled Bucky's thighs. He didn't move his lips away from the side of Bucky's neck even once during the transition, as he was determined to continue being a figurative and literal leech.

His shoulders shrugged and his back arched in response to the attention on such a sensitive area on his neck. The mention of making this even better had Steve's complete attention. He gave that spot one final lick before pulling away from Bucky's neck enough to make eye contact. Steve licked his lips before speaking. "Where do you want it?" Steve didn't care where he bit as long as he got what he needed out of it.

Bucky leaned back, dragging his body back along the bed and pulling Steve with him. Someday he would have to work on teaching Steve when to stop but for now he had Bucky for that. He gave a low laugh at Steve's persistence but rolled his hips up as he laid back, fingers going to the fastenings of his pants, working them open.

"How good is your anatomy?"

So almost two centuries as a vampire might have warped Bucky's mind a little. Given him a few extra fetishes he wasn't even remotely reluctant to admit to. Not the least of which involved biting. He just hadn't realized quite how erotic it could be to let someone else bite him.

It took some careful maneuvering with Steve on top of him, but hopefully the other vampire would take the hint and help him get his pants off.

Steve had taken anatomy during one of his first years in college. Even without having a small portion of background knowledge, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what Bucky had in mind. After all, if he was taking his pants off, there were automatically two places where he wouldn't want to be bit. That was just common sense.

"Good enough." That wasn't even a modest response. It was honest.

Steve leaned down briefly to nip Bucky's jaw before scooting away. He got off the bed entirely to tug the pants off of the other man. Once they were discarded, he slid back onto the bed between Bucky's legs.

He tucked one arm under one of Bucky's thighs and brought his face close. Steve pressed his lips against firm muscle, right where the could feel the blood flowing strongest through Bucky's femoral artery.

Steve dragged his tongue along that spot for the moment, then sank his teeth right into Bucky's thigh. He sucked at that spot, blood flowing into his mouth. His other hand wrapped around Bucky's dick, stroking upwards with a flick of the wrist.

"Fuck."

Bucky arched his back as soon as Steve's fangs sank into his skin and he arched into Steve's hand. He didn't have any experience with this, but was it ever a good hunch.

Truthfully, Bucky was happy to let Steve get carried away. It was addictive in a dangerous way. He had more control than Steve, more experience, but he kept finding himself giving in to things he shouldn't just to get more of the other vampire.

One of his hands dropped onto Steve's head, slipping through his hair, nails scraping at his scalp.

The only time Steve knew when to stop at this point was when Bucky told him to. He wasn't adept at paying attention the strength of blood flow or the speed of Bucky's heartbeat. When he wasn't feeding, sure, he could tell. But he completely blocked everything else out, except for what was directly affecting him, like Bucky's hand in his hair.

He groaned against Bucky's leg, sucking sharply in response. Nails scraping his scalp only encouraged him more. Blood flooded his mouth and he swallowed it all down with a gulp. Meanwhile, his thumb rubbed circles into the tip of Bucky's cock. It was just too bad that only a little bit of attention was out into that. If his focused stayed as it was, his hand would likely stop movement altogether. Sorry, Bucky.

Bucky tightened his grip in Steve's hair as best he could with the shorter length. He knew he should have been teaching Steve to control himself. How to watch for when to stop and when to pull back. But it seemed a vaguely moot point with him being on a diet free of human snacks. He would get to it eventually, but for now, he only taught Steve things as they occurred to him, and that just hadn't.

"Steve."

Easy, Steve. Man, when he got hungry he was hard to pull off. Bucky's hips rolled at the faint teasing touch and a growl left his throat, tugging up on Steve's hair.

"Come here."

What was that, Bucky? You wanted Steve to stop? It was too bad that fell completely onto deaf ears. The only thing he could hear was the sound of rushing blood. The arm that was beneath Bucky's thigh tightened. Maybe at some subconscious level he knew that Bucky was wanting him to stop.

But he didn't.

He couldn't.

That was going to have to stop. Much as he liked Steve's fangs in his skin, the younger vampire needed some control. He growled, low in his throat, his other hand dropping to Steve's shirt and grabbing to pull up.

"Steve. That's enough." It wasn't that Steve had taken too much already, though he was nearing that at the rate he was going. It was just that Bucky was starting to realize control might actually be something Steve needed.

He pulled Steve by his shirt, ignoring any pain it might cause his thigh. He would heal.

Steve only let go when Bucky pulled him up. He wasn't pleased about it at all. In a moment like this, he was akin to a starved dog being yanked away from the first meal he'd had in ages. There was a hint of desperation there, but most of it was determination to not be pulled away from his food source.

He made a brief sound of displeasure, but as soon as he was pulled up enough, he snapped out of it. He might not have known how to stop, but he was getting better at transitioning back to his normal demeanor.

Licking his lips, he rolled onto his side beside Bucky. At least he wasn't hungry for blood anymore.

"Mn you are insatiable, aren't you." Bucky rolled him over, straddling Steve even as his leg continued to bleed. He licked his own lips, hands sliding under Steve's shirt and up.

"Some day I'm going to need to teach you to control that thirst of yours or you'll drain me dry."

Steve couldn't actually kill Bucky by feeding from him. It was one of the main reasons he had never made a strong effort to stop him. But if Steve ever drank from someone else....

He leaned down, lips brushing just above the collar of Steve's shirt before he sat back up, sliding the shirt up as far as it could go without moving Steve's arms up.

He placed a kiss on Steve's side and slid the shirt a little further, nuzzling into Steve's skin and breathing in the scent of him, listening to the blood pumping its way through his heart. He scraped his fangs just below the younger vampire's collarbone with a grin.

"My turn."

Up until now he had mainly only ever let Steve indulge himself and done nothing more. But today he wanted to play a bit of a game with him. His fangs sank deep into warming skin with a hum of contentment, drawing the warm blood into his mouth.

"It's your fault for being so irresistible." That was mostly true, because it didn't matter the original source of the blood- it always tasted better from Bucky's veins. Though honestly, Steve tried not to think about any possible sources. Having stolen bloodbags was hard enough.

Of course, with Bucky straddling him, that was the last thing on his mind. He shifted some to accommodate the other man, but since he didn't seem to have the intent to pull Steve's shirt off, Steve didn't bother moving that much.

Instead, he ran his hands over the tops of Bucky's thighs. In a swift swipe of his thumb, he wiped up some of the dripping blood and brought his thumb immediately to his mouth to suck.

The feeling of Bucky's fangs sinking into him elicited a groan immediately. It was completely unexpected, but something Steve welcomed. He arched his back, pressing against the other vampire while running his hand through Bucky's hair.

Bucky pulled away from the bite after a few more swallows, watching the blood slide free from the closing wounds and chasing the escaping drops with long, slow strokes of his tongue.

"You can't hold that against me when your blood is just as difficult to resist."

Bucky just had more experience in keeping his body under control. The older vampire ran his tongue over the closed wound one more time with a low growl, tempted to sink his fangs in again.

He rolled his hips forward and down against Steve's, catching the other vampire's wrist and pulling his hand away to kiss him, the taste of blood still fresh against his tongue.

"Then don't." That seemed like the logical solution, and honestly it was only fair. He spent more time than he probably should have with his fangs sank into Bucky's flesh, and Steve definitely didn't mind it the other way around.

Setting his free hand on the back of Bucky's neck, Steve returned the kiss in earnest, savouring the rich taste of blood as he brushed his tongue against the other man's. He lifted his hips in effort to create more friction while twisting the wrist in Bucky's hand so he could in turn grab Bucky's hand with his own.

Logical and tempting, but Bucky held off biting Steve again. He let the other vampire shift their hands together, curling his fingers through the spaces between Steve's. Pulling away from the kiss, he pressed his lips to Steve's neck, taunting him with the scrap of his fangs as his other hand tugged at Steve's pants.

"I would take you up on that tempting offer, but then it would spoil the rest of our fun for the evening."

"Later, then." He tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his neck to the other man. He hummed in response, spine tingling just from the sensation of Bucky's fangs scraping against the sensitive area.

He moved his free hand again, this time setting it on the mattress as extra support as he lifted his hips, making it easier for his pants to be pulled down.

Bucky smirked at the comment, working Steve's pants down and off before pushing him down the rest of the way onto the mattress. He tugged his shirt off over his head and slid his hands over Steve's abdomen and chest, leaving sharp, bloody bites all over his skin. He lapped up the blood that slid along Steve's skin, not paying any attention to the mess he was probably making. What mattered was he hadn't tasted Steve's blood in a long time, and even though it was just the same blood that had been running through his veins moments ago, it tasted much better from Steve than it had from his dinner.

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