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Tony had imagined what his first time with Bucky would be like if he ever returned, but this… this… wasn’t it at all . He knew Bucky was still holding back with him, gently laying Tony down on the bed as he straddled the younger male. Tony was about to argue about being rougher but Bucky was too fast, surprisingly so, and trapped his lips in a kiss that left him wishing for so much more. It quickly warmed Bucky’s lips, his tongue that was slipping into Tony’s mouth for a taste. Chilly fingers ghosted down Tony’s chest, causing a slight jerk accompanied by a soft gasp. “Fuck, why are you so -”
“Vampire,” Bucky told him yet again.
“But vampires aren’t -”
“Hush, Tony… I’m going to prove it, don’t worry.”
Tony rolled his eyes at first, but then Bucky leaned in again, nuzzling at Tony’s throat as he took a deep breath. It was time to either scare him away forever, or accidentally cause him to slip over at that fragile edge between life and death. Bucky could only hope he would be able to control himself enough to keep that from happening.
First he gave Tony several light kisses before tasting his flesh with his tongue. Tony’s skin had a somewhat sweet taste to it, and Bucky needed to know how his blood would be. He was already starting to lose himself in the lust as he finally sunk his fangs in, startling a cry out of Tony as Bucky broke the skin.
The taste was amazing! Bucky felt almost desperate to just take and he let himself just lose control for a few precious seconds where nothing mattered, not even the fate of his victim . He came back to himself shortly after, hearing the whimpers of the young man beneath him, and only then did he remember that his victim was actually Tony and he should not be going this far with him, no!
Bucky quickly let go, breathing heavily as he stared down at him, seeing the mark so clearly visible on Tony’s throat, still bleeding and oh god, he wanted to keep drinking it, just a little more. “I-I…” Bucky moved completely off the bed, needing distance if he was going to not kill someone tonight. “I’m so sorry… I… I-I didn’t mean…”
“Holy shit, you are a vampire…” was all he heard Tony say.
“I tried telling you,” Bucky whispered. He was surprised when Tony suddenly sat up, but he moved to sit with him when Tony got dizzy. “Careful, alright?”
“Don’t disappear on me again, please… Maybe come back every night?”
“You’re not afraid?”
“Why would I be? I mean, other than the whole vampire thing…”
“I could have killed you,” Bucky told him, but Tony shook his head saying, “No you wouldn’t.” Bucky stared at him, surprised at how much trust Tony actually had for him already. “Bucky, you… I don’t know, I just know you wouldn’t. Is that why you left me the first night?”
“Because I didn’t want to hurt you, yes…” Bucky admitted, “but I did kill someone that night.”
“Just… no innocents? Can you promise me that?”
Bucky wished he could give him an honest yes, but the truth was, he didn’t even know the people he killed. He had no idea what they had done, what they hadn’t done, if they had family, if they were alone. Steve had taught him so many years ago how impossible it was to know the past for every single person you would go after, so the very idea of innocents only was simply fantasy.
“I’ll try…” he said, “for you…”
Tony must have found that answer satisfying enough, because he pulled Bucky into a kiss, his own blood still on the other’s lips.
Tony found himself alone the next morning, feeling a little lightheaded as he got up for the day. He stepped into his personal bathroom, showered and brushed his teeth, tilting his head to check out the mark Bucky had left on him, proof it wasn’t a dream. Starting to grin, he stepped back into his bedroom, jumping about a foot into the air when he saw Bucky casually sitting on his bed. “What the hell, don’t you know how to knock?!”
Bucky slowly grinned back at him. “Why knock when I can just surprise you?” He started laughing as he saw Tony pout. “I’m sorry, doll. I won’t do it again, I promise I will knock next time.”
“You better,” Tony told him as he went over to the bed, climbing on with him. Bucky wrapped his arms around Tony, holding him close, feeling more alive than he had in years.