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Bucky was born in Romania as James Buchanan Ardelean, the heir to the throne of the Transylvanian vampires and the only son of George and Winnifred Ardelean. He was only fifteen when his parents were executed and he and his younger sister managed to escape with the help of a household servant and his wife. The Jarvis's took them overseas to Indiana where they lived for the remainder of the eighteenth century. Over the years they managed to accumulate a substantial amount of wealth as the state grew in population. Many people questioned why the siblings, who had adopted the last name Barnes, never aged.

Stories of vampires, immortal bloodthirsty creatures that lived in the shadows, rose up around them, but they built a castle of sorts for themselves and the walls kept out the majority of the curious minded. They stayed within their walls, the only contact the two teens had with humans was that of the blood slaves they fed from, and when they finally decided to move away it was the beginning of the nineteenth century and the world around them had morphed into something else.

The dresses were more form fitting, showing off the natural silhouette of women, something that both siblings appreciated. They moved up to New York and settled in Manhattan, the home of the wealthier families and the largest settlement of vampires on the east coast.

Stories of vampires still circled around them, dancing like flames waiting to lash out and burn them, but they mostly lived in peace. They brought the Jarvis's with them and settled into a large Victorian style house with a wrap-around porch and a sizable yard. The vampire community mostly kept to themselves, mingling amongst themselves and marrying amongst themselves, but they were not averse to the occasional dalliance with humans.

For the most part humans were seen as beneath them and though there was a general agreement that they don't kill the local folk, there were many stories passed amongst the humans of visits in the night from monsters that bit them and drank their blood, though there was very little truth to it, very few incidences where it actually happened. Bucky himself had quite a few local folk that he enjoyed the company of, but when it came to feeding he preferred to keep a blood slave to feed off of, a human that gave themselves to a vampire or a family of vampires and in return received their protection. No self-respecting vampire would force themself on an unsuspecting human and Bucky saw no reason to when there were always willing slaves offering up their blood and their bodies.

They stayed in New York despite what appeared to be a lack of aging. In reality they did age, just much slower than humans did. They cycled through many different blood slaves over the years and by the time they reached the twentieth century the world was changing rather rapidly around them. Cars were emerging and replacing the horse drawn carriages at an astonishing pace and the clothes had changed a lot. Bucky had an even greater appreciation for the 1920s flapper dress than he did for the evening dresses worn a century earlier.

They had a pretty little thing, Natalia, that they acquired in 1933. She had run away from her homeland, Russia, very much the same way they had run from theirs and they welcomed her with open arms and pointed teeth. They shared her at first but Becca, unfortunately, fell for her charms and not-so-kindly requested that he find his own human and keep his hands off of hers. Vampires were known to be possessive, so it wasn't surprising, though it was a nuisance. Falling for humans was frowned upon, but it wasn't strictly forbidden. That turned out to be a good thing, because Bucky found himself entranced by a human of his own.

Becca was being annoying and protective so he was trying to spend less time at the house. Somehow he ended up buying a ticket to some dumbass movie that left him bored out of his mind. It was then that he first encountered the blond haired, blue eyed beauty. While human/vampire relationships were frowned upon, same gender relationships weren't condemned amongst the vampires the way they were amongst the humans and Bucky had always found both men and women appealing. He was instantly drawn to this particular boy.

He was sitting with his family, clearly there on a date with an attended partner. The boy was tense, uncomfortable, and he shifted away slightly like he wanted to be anywhere but there. Bucky found this to be quite amusing. The girl wasn't bad looking, she was quite beautiful in fact, but the thought of a date accompanied by chaperones was truly dreadful. Bucky didn't blame the boy for disliking it.

Steve stifled a sigh when his date smiled in his direction. He tried to smile back but he knew it came out as more of a grimace. These dates his family set up for him were insufferable. Sharon was a nice enough girl, but both of their parents were overprotective and insisted that they couldn't go out together alone. It was ridiculous. Everyone else their age went out to movies on their own and they could kiss and feel each other up in the back of the theater.

Steve had to just sit there and ignore the way Sharon's hand ran up his thigh teasingly and oh fuck she was groping him over his pants. His eyes flashed to his mom sitting next to him and he shifted uncomfortably. Everything seemed a million times worse now. It was dark enough that there was a chance his mom wouldn't be able to tell what was happening, but when a loud bang played over the speakers Steve jumped up.

"I gotta go to the bathroom!"

Bucky stifled his laughter behind his hand and got up to follow after him, apologizing as he squeezed past people to get out of the row. He slipped into the bathroom behind Steve and snickered when he heard Steve curse. Steve blushed bright red when he saw Bucky standing there.

"You can go ahead. I'm just trying to hide from my date."

Bucky laughed at the very candid remark.

"Fair enough, I just came in here because I thought you could use a hand."

Steve just blinked at him for a moment.

"Excuse me?"

Bucky glanced pointedly down at the tent in Steve's slacks before meeting his eyes.

"I thought you might need a hand, so I'm here to offer you one."

Steve's eyes widened comically and Bucky smirked.

"I'm not a fucking fairy!"

Bucky laughed and held his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, okay, no reason to get all defensive. You know you don't have to be queer to accept help from a friend."

"Fuck off! We're not friends and I'm not letting you touch my dick, freak!"

Bucky sighed and shook his head as Steve shoved past him and left.

Okay, so admittedly cornering him in the bathroom might not have been the best choice, especially seeing that the boy would be ostracized from his peers and probably beaten half to death if he ever did admit to liking boys. Not that Bucky actually had any proof that he did.

Bucky decided to take the slightly less creepy approach after that and took to casually stalking him instead. He realized very quickly that Steve's life was boring and that the scrawny kid did nothing notable. He learned that Steve was a Senior in high school, so in a sense he was about a year older than Bucky. In another sense Bucky was roughly seventeen hundred years older than Steve. It was a matter of perspective really, since vampires only aged the equivalent to one human year every century or so.

Bucky found himself strangely attached to the human and oddly fond of his mundane daily activities. He spent his lunch hour outside under a tree, not really eating much, but rather sketching on his notepad. At night he curled up in his bed under thick wool blankets, but he still shivered and Bucky didn't understand why. He didn't seem to have any friends, the girl, Sharon, that he'd gone on a date with had apparently decided that he wasn't worth the hassle. Bucky couldn't help but think that it was a lonely existence.

He sighed and his sister raised her brow at him.

"What are you sighing about? Don't tell me you're still pining over the human that rejected you?"

Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.

"He didn't reject me," Bucky snapped. "He just found me to be a bit creepy, that's all. I'm keeping my space until I can find a reason to approach him that won't seem so threatening."

Becca hummed, her eyes falling to Natasha when she swept in with her silk robe swaying around her, open to expose her bra, girdle and the stockings attached to it. Becca's eyes swept over her appreciatively, but she glared at Bucky when she realized his eyes were making a similar sweep. Natasha had her hand slipped into another human's, one that she swore was just a friend though she had been more than happy to slip into bed with him and Bucky the night before while Becca was visiting a friend.

Becca only allowed this human boy to stay, because he proved to be an adequate distraction for her brother and because she was awful at denying Natasha anything that she wanted. Natasha smiled seductively and released Clint's hand, settling herself on Becca's lap like she belonged there. Clint went over to Bucky, stopping to kneel at his feet obediently. He was a good slave, Bucky would give him that.

Bucky petted his head absently, not focused on him. Clint was pretty enough and if it weren't for his sudden fascination with Steve, Bucky would be all over him. He had been all over him last night, because he couldn't stop thinking about wanting to fuck Steve. Now his thoughts were less horny and more melancholy, so he just smoothed his hand repeatedly over Clint's hair and let the human rest his head on his thigh.

Jarvis served dinner while Becca drank from Natasha. While vampires could eat and drink humans foods and beverages, they couldn't live solely off of them. They did help stave off the worst of their urges and vampires tended to be more domesticated when they partook in the human custom of eating meals around the table. Clint eyed the food longingly but knew not to ask for any. Natasha was not as easy to please and pouted, leaning in close to whisper her demands in Becca's ear.

"James, if you're not going to feed yourself, at least have the decency to feed your pet."

Bucky wrinkled his nose in distaste.

"Unlike you, I do not keep pets."

Becca snorted.

"But you'd gladly keep that boy if he'd so much as glance in your direction."

Bucky gritted his teeth together, but pulled Clint up into his lap and told him to eat. Becca just sighed and shook her head.

"When did you last feed?"

"It hasn't been that long."

"It's been long enough for your slave's wounds to scar. You can't keep starving yourself like this."

"I could survive for years on food alone."

"Perhaps, but you would be weak. You know what they call weakened vampires? Humans."

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Yes, yes, I'm aware. Stop pestering me, little sister. I don't appreciate your teasing."

Becca scoffed.

"I don't think your human is willing to be yours, so either kidnap him and keep him in the cellar until he's trained or find some way to charm him into wanting you."

Bucky hummed, his hand idly stroking up and down Clint's side as he stuffed his face full of food.

"I think I might just do that."

Bucky had every intention of just stealing Steve away in the night, not to hurt him, but sometimes pets didn’t know what was best for them. Bucky wasn’t going to bite the boy or force himself on him, he had morals. Vampire morals did differ from humans though and kidnapping a human was not unlike taking home a stray kitten, but before he got the chance to steal away his little kitten he found him bleeding out in an alleyway. The sight of blood was enough to have him feeling feral due to his lack of feeding as of late, but he shoved aside the hunger and scooped the broken boy up. He cradled him in his arms protectively and took him home, planning to keep him forever.

Becca merely raised a brow when he showed up with the broken and bloodied boy in his arms and Bucky didn't offer any comment. He just carried Steve up to his room and laid him out on his bed, biting into his own wrist and pressing it to Steve's lips and blowing on his cheek to encourage him to swallow. After the first gulp Steve moaned, his hands coming up to hold Bucky's wrist to his mouth as he greedily drank from him.

Bucky let him drink his fill even though he could feel himself being drained. He had never experienced such a feeling before, never been on the other side of things. He knew that vampire blood could cure any human ailment, but he'd never had a reason to save a human's life before. When Steve's gulps turned to mere suckles, Bucky withdrew his wrist. Steve whined in protest, but his arms fell to the bed and he returned to the land of sleep as his body tried to conserve energy while it mended his broken bones and open wounds.

Bucky smiled tiredly, pressing a kiss to his lips and licking his own blood off of them. Then he left the room and called for Clint, drinking from the slave before fucking him into the mattress in the hopes of lessening the hunger inside of him that was clearly directed towards the tiny human in his bed. Unfortunately, using Clint did little to calm him, but it was enough for him to return to Steve's side and curl up under the blood stained sheets with him.

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When Steve woke up he felt a remarkable lack of pain. He was sure for a moment that he had died and gone to heaven. He felt arms wrapped around him, grounding him, and he opened his eyes to see the boy that had offered to lend him a hand at the movie theaters. Steve blinked, feeling a bit dazed, his limbs heavy and his thoughts fuzzy.

He felt good, like really good, but then he felt panic fall over him. Had he been drugged and kidnapped? Was that why he felt all strange and floaty? Steve didn't even realize he'd started to hyperventilate until Bucky was dragging him closer and murmuring soft words in his ear.

"Calm down, doll, everything's fine. Just breathe for me, baby."

Steve tried to suck in a deep breath but he couldn't.

"Did-- did you drug me?" He managed in between gasped breaths.

Bucky frowned.

"No… well, maybe--"

"Maybe? What the hell does that mean?"

"I did feed you some of my blood and I'm not exactly sure what effect that could have on you, so it's possible that it's like a drug."

Steve's mind was swimming and he just groaned and clutched at it.

"Everything hurts! Why does everything hurt?"

"Hey, shh, it's okay, I think maybe you need some more. You might not be fully healed yet."

Steve wanted to demand what that meant but Bucky just bit into his wrist and pressed it to his lips. The moment the blood touched his tongue Steve was moaning and his body lit up with pleasure, like he was having the best orgasm of his life. He could only imagine how it would feel to come while drinking from Bucky.

When Bucky pulled away all Steve could think about was getting more and making Bucky happy so he'd give him more and more and more and never stop. It's like he was suddenly obsessed with Bucky and he couldn't barely think of anything else but him and his blood. He tried to push through the muddy thoughts and focus, but it was a challenge.

"I-- I was dying," Steve whispered after a moment, his eyes darting around the room.

Bucky grunted, still feeling drained and not ready to face the day. He let himself collapse back on to the bed with every intention of going back to sleep.

"You saved my life…"

"I just gave you some of my blood, that's all. Now go back to sleep."

Steve swallowed and slipped on top of Bucky, straddling his waist and making him groan.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you before. I like boys too, ya know? Just never told no one about it. I've never been bold enough to just go up to one and ask to, ya know, do somethin' like that."

Bucky gripped his hips and his eyes snapped open.

"That's great and I'll gladly fuck you, just not right now."

Steve huffed.

"What if I suck you off? I've never done it, so I doubt I'm any good--"

Bucky groaned in frustration and rolled them so Steve was under him.

"If I let you blow me, will you shut up and let me sleep?"

Steve nodded, his eyes wide.

"Then for the love of all that is holy, please, suck me off," Bucky muttered, clearly annoyed.

He rolled back onto his back and shoved the blankets down far enough that Steve could get to his dick. Steve licked his lips, shifting onto his knees next to him and glancing at Bucky hesitantly. His eyes were already shut again, but Steve doubted he was actually asleep. He reached out to palm him through his slacks, frowning when he got no reaction.

His fingers worked to undo his slacks and he bit his lip, leaning down to sniff at his underwear before pulling them down. He’d never actually gotten this close to a dick before and it was both thrilling and terrifying. Bucky wasn't hard so he didn't spring out or anything, but Steve took him in his hand and licked at his tip. He knew the gist of it even if he’d never done it. All the guys talked about this sort of stuff in the locker room. Steve had never actually experienced it before but he figured it couldn't be too hard.

Most of all he just needed to please Bucky and he needed everything that Bucky had to offer. He wondered if drinking his cum would be anywhere near as good as drinking his blood. It was with that thought in mind that Steve sucked on him, groaning in frustration when he still didn't get any response.

"Why aren't you getting hard? You're not even twitching, you're just all limp!" Steve whined. "Should I kiss you or something?"

Bucky groaned, his head feeling too light and his body feeling weak.

"No, just stop, I don't think I can get it up."

"Why not? You don't want me?"

"Jesus, that's definitely not the problem, trust me. I didn't stalk you for a month and then save your life because I don't give a shit about you."

"Then what's the problem?" Steve demanded, worried that if he couldn't satisfy Bucky then he wouldn't keep him around and he wouldn't get anymore of his blood.

"I don't know, okay? Just c'mere and lemme hold ya," Bucky snapped.

Steve nodded, crawling up to him and letting Bucky wrap his arms around him.

"Good, now shut up and let me sleep."

Steve pouted but laid his head on his chest and kept quiet even though his mind was buzzing, thoughts flying through his head too fast to catch them. He felt like he was on coke or speed or something, though he couldn’t be sure because he’d never done anything like that before. He wanted to get up and do something, but his whole world suddenly revolved around Bucky and Bucky wanted him to stay quiet and let him sleep. Steve wasn't entirely sure why that was suddenly the most important thing ever, except that he knew he needed to keep Bucky happy in order to be kept by Bucky. 

That one thought was the only truth he knew at the moment.

So he stayed still and let him sleep. The problem was that when Bucky woke up he still felt drained. He assumed sleep would help but he realized he was going to need to feed again. He pushed up, clutching at his head and Steve looked worried.

"What's wrong?"

"I need some blood."

Steve knew he should be freaked out, that almost dying and then being saved by a vampire should freak him out, the thought of Bucky biting him and drinking his blood should scare him. It didn't because all he could think was BuckyBuckyBucky and all he could feel was an intense desire to have more of his blood.

"Okay."

Bucky nodded.

"Just stay here, I'll be right back."

Steve frowned.

"Why? Where are you going?"

"I need to go find my slave."

Steve blinked at him.

"Your what?"

"My blood slave, I need to drink from him."

"What? No, you can drink from me."

Bucky shook his head.

"I gave you blood to speed up your recovery, I'm not going to hinder it by drinking from you."

Steve wasn't listening, he scrambled off the bed.

"No! No, you can't! You can have my blood! You can have mine!"

Steve sounded hysterical and Bucky's head was throbbing, he cursed and scooped the boy up like he weighed nothing.

"Stop, you have to stop," Bucky pleaded with him.

"Please don't leave me," Steve sobbed, crying into his shoulder.

"Jesus Christ, okay, you can come with me."

Bucky was seriously regretting saving him. Pets were just so needy. It only got worse when Bucky tried to drink from Clint and Steve lost his shit and tried to strangle Clint.

"No! You can't give him your blood! You can't give him your cum! It's mine! It's mine!"

"Jesus, stop it! Let him go!"

Bucky tugged Steve off of Clint, pinning him down while Clint coughed and gasped for air.

"Fuck and I thought vampires were possessive," Bucky muttered under his breath. "Are you okay?"

Clint nodded, looking terrified.

"Good, go find your friend and stay with her until I come find you, got it?"

Clint nodded and scrambled away. Bucky groaned and dropped his forehead to the ground, his head right next to Steve's. Steve went limp under him the moment Bucky had pinned him down and his hands were now playing with Bucky's hair casually like he hadn’t just tried to strangle Clint. Bucky lifted his head to glare at him and Steve just blinked at him like he wasn't sure why he was so frustrated.

"What the fuck? Why did you do that?"

"You were gonna give him your blood," Steve said like that was a good enough explanation.

Bucky scoffed.

"I was not! I was gonna drink his blood."

"Why? Just drink mine."

Bucky groaned.

"I already told you I'm not gonna do that."

"But--"

"No, just shut up, just shut the fuck up."

Bucky pushed up off of the ground and grabbed Steve, throwing him over his shoulder, taking him back to his room and tossing him down on the bed.

"Stay."

Steve just watched him curiously as he dug around in a drawer before pulling out rope. He didn't freak out while Bucky tied him down spread eagle on the bed, but he started to panic and struggle against his binds when Bucky headed for the door.

"No, no, please! I'll be good, I'll be so good! Please, don't leave me! Please!" Steve sobbed.

It broke Bucky's heart but he also felt drained and close to losing his shit. He needed to drink some blood so he had some fucking energy again, so he could think straight and figure out what the hell he was supposed to do with Steve. It's like he was possessed or some shit, he'd totally lost it and Bucky had no clue why.

He ignored Steve's pleas and the screams that followed him down the hall, heading straight for Natasha's room to drink from Clint before seeking out his sister. He explained what had happened, from finding Steve in the alley to him trying to kill Clint. Becca knew just about everything so he was sure she would have the answer. Unfortunately, he didn't like her solution.

"James," Becca said sternly. "You're giving him your blood. He doesn't love you, he's addicted to you."

"So what if he is? Maybe I'm addicted to him too!" Bucky argued.

Becca groaned.

"He doesn't care about you, James! He's just using you!"

"Oh you mean like how we use humans?"

"That's different."

"Is it though?"

"Yes, because you're not using him, you actually care for him, I can tell. It's a one way street--"

"Why? Because you don't think a human can love a vampire?" Bucky demanded.

"No, because that human doesn't love you. As long as he's craving your blood, you will never be more than a drug to him."

Bucky swallowed hard, feeling the anger drain out of him and a sense of despair take its place.

"What do you suggest I do then? Wean him off?"

Becca pressed her lips together.

"You should cut him off, let him suffer through the withdrawals on his own and then once it's all out of his system and he's no longer craving it, you might be able to start something with him, something real."

Bucky shook his head.

"I can't do that."

"James--"

"No. That's not an option."

Becca shook her head in exasperation but let him walk away and headed off to find her own human. There was nothing she could do if her brother wanted to be an idiot and get himself hurt.

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The corridors were dark and ominous, candles flickering in holders on the wall despite the availability of electricity. They tended to prefer candlelight and the way it softened the surroundings and the flame danced around, casting away the shadows in its vicinity. Bucky could hear the echoes of Steve's screams, his pleas, his cries for Bucky to come back and each and every one tore him up inside.

He opened the door to his room and found Steve still thrashing on the bed. His wrists were all bloodied from where the rope was digging into his skin, but Steve wasn't screaming from pain. He couldn't even feel the wounds, even as his blood ran down his arms and stained the bedding. All he could think about was Bucky and how he needed him, needed his blood, needed to stay close to him. He had been bad and Bucky was punishing, tying him away alone in this room. Maybe he would never come back, maybe he'd leave Steve here forever and never feed him his blood again.

The thought was so horrible, so terrifying, that tears poured down Steve's cheeks and his heart raced with fear. He didn't even notice Bucky was there until his hands were on him, couldn't hear how Bucky cursed at the sight of him or the sound of the door opening and shutting over the sounds of his own screams.

"Stop, Jesus, Steve, baby, stop, you're hurting yourself."

Steve went limp immediately, like Bucky's presence was enough to soothe his fears.

"Are you okay? How much does it hurt, doll?" Steve shook his head because it didn't hurt, but Bucky didn't wait for a response, not pausing as he rambled, his eyes concerned and filled with guilt. "I'm so sorry, baby, I wasn't thinking straight. I just needed to restore my energy and that's all I could think about. I promise I'm not gonna make a habit of tying you down to the bed."

"I don't mind you tying me up, just don't leave me alone."

Bucky paused briefly, his hands working to free Steve's second wrist. He licked his lips when he met Steve's eyes, hunger swirling in those ocean blues.

"Yeah, okay, baby, I'll keep you close. How's that sound? You can be my pretty little pet and warm my lap, stay close by my side. You want that?"

Bucky cupped Steve's cheek and leaned in to kiss him. Steve whimpered in relief and wrapped his arms around his neck, whining in protest when Bucky pulled back.

"Yeah, I want that, want to be yours forever."

Bucky groaned and kissed him again, then he lifted up Steve's hand and licked the fresh trail of blood off of his arm and wrist, pausing to suck at the open wound. He couldn't help himself from lingering just a moment longer than he had intended to, because Steve just tasted so damn delicious. He was sweeter than anything Bucky had ever tasted before. He licked up some of the blood off of his other arm too, ignoring the drying blood that he knew would taste stale.

"Okay, baby, we're gonna try something. I'm gonna give you just a little bit of my blood and then I'm gonna give you my cum. Sound good?"

Steve's eyes lit up and he nodded eagerly.

"Please, please, sir!"

It crossed his mind at that moment that he didn't even know Bucky's name, but then Bucky was kissing him again, trailing his lips down his neck and nipping at his pulse before biting into his own wrist and offering it to Steve. Steve drank greedily just like before, that rush of good feelings that made him feel intoxicated hit him hard, maybe because this was his third dose today. It ended all too quickly though and Steve was whining in protest.

Bucky pulled away when the wounds on Steve's wrists were healed and licked at his wrist to close up his own bitemarks.

"No, please, I'll be so good for you! You can do whatever you want to me, just gimme a little bit more," Steve begged, panic rising up inside him once more.

"Shh, you're okay, sweetheart," Bucky soothed, "I'm gonna give you more blood later, okay? Right now you get my cum, remember? You want my cum don't you, doll?"

Steve pouted because he wanted more blood, but then he smirked. Bucky would give him more later, that meant Bucky planned to keep him, at least for the time being. This was Steve's opportunity to prove how good he could be, how good he could make Bucky feel. Surely Bucky would keep him forever if he made sure to always please him.

Bucky climbed off the bed to untie Steve's ankles from the bed posts, pleased to see that those wounds were healed as well. Bucky lifted his ankles and licked at a line of blood but sighed, it was already starting to go stale. He ignored it in favor of tugging off Steve’s pants and kissing up his legs to his thighs, so he could suck and nip at them, bruising the pale skin.

Steve moaned, his hands balling up in the bedding and he cried out when Bucky groped him through his underwear.

"Nn, sir, please!" Steve whined.

"Yeah, what do you want, angel?"

"Lemme make you feel good, sir, please. I'll be so good for you."

"Yeah? You gonna earn my cum?"

Steve nodded eagerly and Bucky chuckled, nosing at his flat belly, his shirt riding up to expose his stomach. Bucky pressed a kiss to his stomach before dipping his tongue into his belly button. Steve shrieked in surprise and squirmed, his hands tangling themselves in Bucky's hair. Bucky just laughed and let Steve pull him up for a kiss.

"Okay, baby, you can suck me off now if you want to. I know you wanted to earlier."

Steve licked his lips and nodded.

"Yes, please, sir," He murmured seductively.

Bucky just smirked and slipped off of him, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Well, come on then, babydoll. Show me what you can do," Bucky teased.

Steve crawled over and straddled his lap, kissing him deeply before dropping to his knees. Bucky spread his legs to allow Steve to settle in between them and groaned when Steve nosed at his clothed dick. Steve glanced up at him with a smirk.

"I've never actually given head before, so feel free to take control and show me what you like."

Bucky licked his lips, but as tempting as the offer to fuck his mouth was he shook his head.

"Nah, baby, this time you're gonna do all the work."

Steve nodded and wasted no time in pulling him out of his pants. Bucky was already hard this time and Steve lapped up his precum, his lips wrapping around his tip. He tried to suck and lick and bob his head up and down the way he remembers boys from school describing what their girls did for them. He wasn't so sure he was doing a good time, but Bucky still seemed to be enjoying it and when he spilled into Steve's mouth, he did his best to swallow it all down.

Bucky pulled him up into his lap afterwards and licked up the cum that had trickled down his chin. Steve moaned into his mouth when Bucky kissed him, hot and hungry, just the way Steve felt. The cum in his tummy didn't relieve the desire for blood, but at least he knew that Bucky was satisfied. He felt relieved to know that Bucky was pleased with him.

Bucky pulled him into the bath after that and washed them both while Jarvis stripped the sheets and took away the blood stained bedding. Bucky was running a washcloth over Steve, washing blood off of his pale skin, when Steve peered up at him curiously.

"What's your name? You never did tell me."

Bucky smiled, kind and warm, and cupped his cheek, kissing him softly. Steve whimpered and pressed closer instinctively. Bucky thought about the question for a moment. Vampires weren't big on nicknames, but pet names and terms of endearments are common between lovers and often they are used to refer to humans kept as pets. Slaves are mostly just referred to as slave or human, and rarely called by their name. 

Pets, while in public it's most acceptable to just call them pet, behind closed doors many have much fonder names. Bucky brushed his fingers through Steve's hair and pulled him into his chest. Pets weren't supposed to call vampires by their first name though and they certainly weren't supposed to use a nickname. Bucky never was very good at following the rules.

"You can call me Bucky, angel."

Steve hummed, his head resting on Bucky's chest, entirely unaware of the significance of this moment.

"Okay, Bucky."

Bucky felt something warm inside, a slight tug at his heartstrings, when his familiar name fell off of Steve's lips. It was a name of his early childhood, back when Becca was young enough to call him such a silly thing, but he had long since outgrown it. Bucky was no longer an appropriate name, because it wasn't a proper name. Yet it was one that Bucky was attached to and he liked hearing Steve use it.

They slipped back into silence, nothing but the slight tinkling sound of water shifting slightly and drops hitting the surface as Bucky washed them up and the soft crackling of the fire that kept the air around them warm was heard. That and their breaths soft as their chests rose and fell, proof of life. It was a soft and peaceful moment and Bucky cherished it. He was certain in that moment that his sister was wrong. Steve could love him, even if he didn't yet, one day that would change.

"I've heard stories about the vampires living in this district," Steve said while they were lounging in the tub, steam in the air and blood swirling pink in the still water. "People talk about it, ya know, but I never really believed it. Besides, most of those stories are cautionary tales, I've never heard any where the vampire is the hero."

"I'm not a hero, I just want you to be mine."

Steve's eyes widened at the confession and then they softened, relief that Bucky wanted him, wanted to keep him, settling inside of him.

"If you keep giving me your blood then I'll stay as long as you want."

Bucky bit his lip, because that's not exactly what he wanted to hear.

"You know it's supposed to be the other way around, right? Where I drink your blood and you're a good little pet."

Bucky avoided saying slave, because he wasn't sure he could ever see Steve that way, wasn't sure he wanted to. Steve just licked his lips and leaned in closer.

"I'll be whatever you want me to be."

Bucky shut his eyes, because that's not what he wanted at all. A good pet might mold themself to fit their owners desires, but Bucky wanted something else, something forbidden. He wanted Steve to be his lover, his equal, but he couldn't voice that. It was wrong on so many levels. It just didn't happen and if it did, well, vampires weren't always the most tolerant of folk. Sure, in some ways they were far more open minded than humans, but they had their limits and they didn't appreciate when the lines were blurred. Though Bucky's status would surely protect him from the wrath of those beneath him.

Bucky didn't care so much about that, no, the truth was that he couldn't get Becca's words out of his head. Becca wouldn't judge him for falling in love with Steve, wouldn't judge him for wanting to worship the human in a way seen to be beneath a vampire. Becca's own pet was more of a lover than a pet by now and though Becca would never admit it aloud there was no denying that within the safety of their own walls, she treated Natasha like a lover.

Bucky could have that with Steve too, a relationship behind closed doors where he could be sweet with him and raise his human lover up on a pedestal. He could have that but he was worried. What if Becca was right? What if Steve was merely addicted to his blood? Could he learn to love Bucky in time or would his devotion never extend past a desire for his blood?

That moment of certainty that he could, slipped away much too quickly for his liking and left behind a mind full of doubts.


Steve glared at Clint when he appeared in the dining room with Natasha. Steve was curled up in Bucky's lap, but Bucky set him down on the ground and told him to kneel when the other humans showed up. Clint shifted uneasily when he saw Steve and went to kneel by Becca instead, but changed direction when Bucky beckoned him over. Bucky needed Steve to get along with other pets and slaves. He had no intention of letting Steve go, but he did need him to play nice with others.

He could tell that Steve wasn't thrilled but he ignored his glares and told him to be good. Steve huffed in annoyance, but his eyes still fluttered shut when Bucky petted his hair and he didn't openly protest when Bucky offered Clint bites of food. Steve accepted bites himself and all seemed to be going well enough. 

Traditionally, slaves and pets weren't fed before vampires, but vampires also didn't feed humans their blood, so the point was moot as far as Bucky was concerned. He had clearly strayed off the path of normal. Bucky didn't attempt to drink from Clint, he just knew that wouldn't go over well.

He waited until Clint was full before sending him away and then he pulled Steve into his lap. Steve immediately curled up and rested his head on his shoulder, glad to have Bucky all to himself. He didn't want to share Bucky or his blood with anyone. Bucky smiled fondly at him and kissed his cheek.

"You're okay, baby, you did so good."

Steve hummed, fidgeting with the collar of Bucky's shirt. Bucky lifted his chin to kiss him and then bit into his own wrist. Steve latched onto his wrist immediately, moaning and clutching at his arm to hold him close. Becca visibly tensed and Natasha's eyes widened in shock at the unexpected sight.

"There you go, baby, just a little bit, that's right," Bucky murmured.

Steve whined pathetically when he pulled away and closed up the wound, but then Bucky was tilting his head and nuzzling at his exposed neck.

"Be a good boy for me, baby, and let me drink from you."

Steve shivered and Bucky licked at his neck. Steve gasped when his teeth sank into him, sharp and pointed, but the pain was immediately replaced by pleasure and he moaned and whimpered while Bucky sucked his blood. The feeling was intense, even more pleasurable than coming, but it wasn't better than the high of drinking Bucky's blood. However, with the taste of Bucky's blood still on his tongue and the effects still freshly running through his body, Steve felt like he was in heaven. 

Then Bucky was shoving his hand into Steve's pants and stroking him off and Steve was screaming. It was too much, overwhelming to experience all of these sensations at once and yet he thought he might die if it ended. Bucky didn't stop though, he didn't let up until Steve was spilling over into his pants. 

The orgasm was unlike any he'd ever had before and he felt all tingly. It was both amazing and far too much. Bucky's tongue licked at his neck to close up the wound and it felt like sandpaper. Steve felt like a raw nerve, exposed and vulnerable to external stimuli. He started to cry and Bucky just cooed at him and carried him away from the table.

He was set down in a tub of hot water that felt too hot and the soft washcloth that ran gently over his skin felt too rough. Steve begged him to make it stop and Bucky soothed him with gentle words and murmured praise. Afterwards he tucked Steve into bed, the sensation of silk on his bare skin making tears pour down his cheeks. Bucky just held him and let him cry himself to sleep.

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Bucky had been giving him less and less blood, spacing it out longer and longer between feeds and it was driving Steve crazy, yet the promise of more was always enough to keep him from really losing it. It wasn't until Bucky told him he wasn't going to get any that day, that Steve would have to be good and wait until tomorrow for a feed that Steve started to really struggle.

He spent the day begging Bucky to give him his blood, seducing him in the hope that it would lead to Bucky giving in, but no matter how many loads of cum he drank or how many times Bucky forced an orgasm out of him, it was never enough. Steve felt jittery and restless and that night when they were cuddled up in bed together, Bucky sleeping soundly, Steve was wide awake. He didn't think he'd make it through the night, but miraculously he did and Bucky rewarded him with a large feeding in the morning. The blood and praise was enough to appease Steve. 

They had daily feeds for the rest of the week, but the next week Bucky made him skip a day again and three days later he made him skip again. The week after that he only gave him a feeding every other day. Steve struggled with it a lot at first, but after a few weeks like that he started to get used to it. Bucky was thrilled with the progress they were making and when Steve was able to go two days in a row without a feed Bucky was so proud of him. 

"I don't want to go, Rebecca." 

"I'm not asking, James. I'm glad your pet is doing well, but you have responsibilities outside of his recovery. Our friends are curious about why you skipped the last party and Pierce might be a creep, but he's still one of the most influential vampires in Manhattan. We can't refuse his invitation. Not now when we're trying to gather support, so you can take back the throne." 

Bucky groaned and grabbed the invitation from off the table. It was for the annual winter ball that Pierce always hosted at his place. Bucky hated attending it. Pierce was smug and pretentious and everything about the guy rubbed Bucky the wrong way. He glanced over at Steve who was sketching on the lounge, the sunlight filtering in behind him, making his hair glow like a halo around his head. 

Bucky bit his lip and stood up, kneeling down in front of Steve. Steve's attention turned to Bucky the moment he approached and he set aside his sketchpad. Bucky gathered his hands in his own and kissed his fingers making him giggle. 

Bucky smiled softly up at him.  

"Do you want to go to a ball with me, love?" 

Steve's eyes widened and he nodded. 

"Course I do, I want to go wherever you go, Buck." 

Bucky sighed and kissed his knuckles, squeezing his hand. 

"There will be other vampires there, Steve, so you'll have to be on your best behavior, you'll have to obey me without question, and you'll have to be collared and kept on a leash. Are you okay with that?" 

Steve nodded immediately, not even having to think about it. As long as he was with Bucky then he didn't care about anything else. 

"Will I get a feeding first?" 

"Yeah, baby, a nice long one so you won't be antsy for it, okay?" 

Steve beamed at him. 

"Thank you, sir." 

"Of course, baby, I'd do anything for you." 

Steve's eyes sparkled mischievously. 

"Can I have a feeding now then?" 

Bucky frowned and he shook his head. 

"No, baby, you can't. We have to stick to the schedule," Bucky told him firmly. 

Steve pouted but nodded. 

"Okay," He agreed reluctantly. 

Bucky chuckled and pushed up to kiss him. Becca sent him a disapproving look but Bucky ignored her and scooped Steve up into his arms. 

"Come on, baby, let's get some real food in you."

Steve sighed but didn't protest, letting Bucky carry him into the dining room. Jarvis brought out a platter of fancy cheese and sliced fruit for Bucky to feed Steve while they waited for lunch to be served. Steve made a face at the cheese and Bucky chuckled.

"What? You don't like gouda?"

Steve wrinkled his nose.

"No, but I like watermelon."

Bucky rolled his eyes, but his eyes sparkled with amusement so Steve knew he wasn't really annoyed with him. Bucky offered him a bite of watermelon and Steve parted his lips, using his teeth to pull it off the fork. A trail of juice ran down his chin and Bucky leaned in to lick it away.

Steve blushed, pressing closer to kiss him once he had swallowed. He whimpered when Bucky deepened the kiss, his hands groping at Steve's ass and pulling him further onto his lap until his ass was on his crotch, his hard on poking at him. Steve squirmed in his lap and when Bucky grunted he did it again, a smirk on his lips.

"Brat," Bucky huffed, pulling himself out of his pants.

Steve gasped when Bucky tugged his shirt out of his slacks and shoved his hand down his pants, prodding at the flare of the plug in his ass. They'd already fucked this morning and Bucky had plugged him up to keep his cum inside him.

"You still nice and loose for me, angel?"

Steve nodded.

"Yes, please, sir."

"Yeah? You keeping my cum nice and warm for me, doll?"

"Fuck, yes, please, sir, please ," Steve whined.

Bucky tilted up his chin and kissed him softly.

"What's my name, Stevie?"

Steve whimpered, trying to focus when his hole was clenching around the plug, his insides feeling full with cum, and his dick leaking into his pants.

"What is it, baby? Come on tell me, you know the answer.

"Bucky!" Steve whined out.

"That's right, baby, so good for me."

Bucky undid Steve's pants and then had him lift up so he could tug them down over his round ass, revealing a pair of high waisted panties underneath. Steve had blushed the first time Bucky slipped a pair up his legs, but he'd do anything to please Bucky and it was hard to deny the hungry look in his eyes when he saw them on Steve.

Bucky's hands smoothed over the silky fabric, groping at his ass and watching the way his fingers sank into the soft flesh. Steve had put on a little weight since he had become Bucky's, his ribs no longer visible and his belly soft. Bucky thought he was beautiful like this. He also had thighs and an ass for Bucky to really grope at now and Bucky loved doing just that.

He didn't waste too much time though. He wanted to finish by the time lunch got done so he could feed his pet. He pulled down Steve's underwear, letting his hard dick spring free, and gripped the flower shaped flare of the glass plug.

"I'm gonna pull this out of you, doll, and I want you to clench down. I don't want any of my cum spilling out of you, you hear me?"

Steve whimpered and nodded.

"Yes, Bucky."

"Good boy."

Bucky eased it out of him slowly.

"Clench, baby."

Steve clenched as hard as he could to try and hold it all in and Bucky lined himself up with his hole.

"Okay, baby, unclench slowly for me."

As Steve unclenched Bucky eased himself inside, plugging him up and trapping his cum inside once more.

"Good boy, fuck, you're so good for me, doll."

Steve glowed with the praise and bit his lip, peering up at Bucky through his lashes.

"Are you gonna fuck me, Buck?"

Bucky smirked at him.

"Nah, baby, I'm not. You're gonna roll your hips nice and slow and keep all my cum locked inside of you while you do it."

Steve huffed, pouting, because he wanted to be fucked nice and hard. Bucky often liked to fuck into his hole when it was already filled full of cum, loose and messy, cum slopping out as he fucked him and making a mess as it ran down their thighs. Steve liked it when Bucky got possessive and talked about breeding him up. 

It was just a fantasy obviously, just like when he dressed Steve up in lingerie and did his make up and then called him his pretty little slut and his good little girl. Steve liked it though. He liked being tied up, he liked having bruises littering his body and the way he would wake up all sore only to have Bucky offer him up his blood, leaving him unblemished and his body buzzing. He liked it when Bucky bit him during sex and drank from him, almost as much as he liked drinking from Bucky. He liked being choked until his lungs were desperate to be filled. He liked being spanked and slapped around and having his hair pulled.

Bottom line was, Steve liked whatever Bucky gave him. He liked feeling used and he liked satisfying Bucky, because it meant Bucky would keep him. It meant that he would keep getting more blood and Steve liked that a lot. He did his best to follow Bucky's orders and roll his hips and grind on his dick without lifting up so he didn't risk lose any cum.

When Bucky could feel that he was getting close he nicked his neck and coaxed Steve closer so he could drink from him. The pleasure that humans felt when a vampire drank from them came mostly from the pleasure inducing venom that dripped out of their fangs when they sank into them. It wasn't quite a drug to humans like their blood was and it was very rare for a human to get addicted to being bitten, though it could happen if they lived as a blood slave for too long. The biggest difference was probably the quantity. 

Since their venom went directly into the bloodstream it didn't take much to have the necessary impact. When humans drink vampire blood though, they can consume quite a bit of it if the vampire doesn't stop them. That means they end up with a lot of it in their system and where the venom hits them hard and lasts only a short period of time, the blood hits slower but lasts longer and for someone like Steve who had never even gotten drunk before he started getting fucked up on vampire blood, well, even hitting slow it was still an intense high.

Having Steve suck his blood was different than the way Steve felt when Bucky drank from him, mainly because Steve didn't have any of that pleasure inducing venom to offer him. Still, even without it Bucky found the act alone to be highly erotic. The feeling of Steve's lips on his neck and and the way he suckled and his tongue brushed softly against him with each suckle, the soft little sounds he made as he suckled and swallowed and the moans of pleasure as he got his fix. Everything about it lit Bucky on fire and even though he wanted to wean Steve off for the human's sake, he couldn't help but wish that he didn't have to.

Bucky spilled over into Steve, filling him up with another load and let Steve continue to feed until he had stopped coming. Then he gripped his hair and pulled him away from his neck. Steve whined in protest and Bucky silenced him with a kiss before sinking his teeth into Steve's neck. Steve's body immediately tensed and then he was screaming as he came, rolling his hips and grinding onto the dick that was softening inside of him.

Bucky pulled away when Steve collapsed against him, licking his neck to close up the bite mark, his own already having disappeared. He grabbed the plug off the table and carefully lifted Steve off his dick, pressing the plug into him to keep him nice and full. Steve was still panting when Jarvis brought out lunch. 

Bucky coaxed Steve into eating bites of chicken and potatoes and green beans as he yawned and tried to curl up and go to sleep in his lap. He finished up the rest when Steve refused to eat more before carrying his tiny little human off to the den, where he could sleep on the couch while Bucky went over letters he'd received that week. Most of which were from his remaining family members in Romania, aunts and uncles and cousins, all who wanted to know when he would be returning home.

It wasn't anything new, they always had the same questions to ask and the same news about famine and suffering and how awful their current ruler was. It wasn't that Bucky was coldhearted and didn't care, but rather that he didn't see much point in trying to overthrow the current regime. He didn't have an army to back him. There may have been people who wanted him on the throne, but that didn't directly translate to people who were willing to risk their lives to make that happen.

It was a tricky matter, one that frankly Bucky didn't want to think about. Realistically, the region was struggling financially and there wasn't much he could do about that even if he was king. The food was limited and the money to get it imported didn't exist. Bucky had money, sure,  but he didn't have that kind of money. There was no denying that Romania was home to some of the poorest vampires in the world and very few of the aristocrats had retained enough money to be above the poverty line.

The population had declined because so many had fled the country in hope of starting a new life elsewhere. While Bucky recognized that not everyone could do that, he was young, only 17 in vampire years, and he didn't want to worry about how he would save a dying nation. Did that make him selfish? Perhaps. That didn't change the fact that he had no plans to return anytime soon, despite his sister's efforts to rally an army of their own.

He had Steve to think about now, too. He figured he could worry about all of that when Steve got old and died. A human lifetime was typically less than one vampire year, so it would really only be a blink of an eye before he lost Steve to old age. He didn't want to be worrying about war and ruling over people during that time. He just wanted to focus on Steve. Was that really too much to ask for?


Steve fidgeted nervously with the collar around his neck. It was lacy and gothic, the detailed lace triangles sitting on his collarbones and he thought it made him look somewhat regal. Bucky was tying a dark purple tie around his neck. The dash of color stood out against his black suit and undershirt and yet it somehow blended in seamlessly with the look. He had a matching handkerchief folded up neatly in his pocket and Steve thought he looked gorgeous.

Bucky glanced over at him, seeing how Steve's fingers were brushing reverently over the lace of his collar. He smiled softly and came closer to wrap his arms around his waist, pulling Steve into his chest so they were both staring into the full length mirror on the wall.

"What do you think, baby? You like it?"

Steve nodded, the words caught in his throat.

"Good, because I think you look beautiful, doll."

Steve bit his lip to try and hide a smile.

"You remember what I said about how we're going to have to act differently at the ball, right, love?"

Steve nodded.

"Yeah, you'll call me pet and I'll be sweet and obedient and call you sir." Steve batted his eyes prettily at him and Bucky grinned, nipping at his jaw.

"That's right, doll. If you get permission to converse with another pet then you can refer to me as your owner or even your vampire, but you're not to talk to any of the vampires or slaves."

Steve nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first ten times. It'll be fine, don't stress about it."

Bucky was stressing about it a bit. He'd never had a pet before, had never seen the appeal, but now he was a little too invested, a little too attached. He wasn't sure that Steve would be able to behave himself and Bucky wasn't sure that he would be able to control himself. This could go very well, but it could also be a disaster and Bucky had no way of knowing what the outcome would be.

"Brat," Bucky teased, tilting his head back to kiss him. "Becca's pet will do your makeup for you before we leave."

Steve pouted.

"Can't you do it for me?"

Bucky scoffed and stepped away, smoothing out his suit jackets and fussing over his tie.

"Trust me, doll, you don't want me to do it."

"Why? Are you bad at it?"

"No, but I'm just gonna end up fucking you and smearing your pretty red lips. It's better if I don't do it. I'm already this close to ravishing you in those tight leather shorts."

"And these?" Steve circled his finger around one of the sensitive buds on his chest. 

Bucky's eyes narrowed in on the silver hoop glinting in the candlelight. Piercings were a common sign of a human's devotion to their vampire. It was expected to pierce a pet's nipples and a slave's genitals, since slave's weren't allowed to wear clothes to public events. Bucky had pierced Steve's nipples that morning and then given him the feeding he'd promised his little addict. To be fair, Steve was actually taking the weaning very well and Bucky was sure that it wouldn't be long before he didn't need it at all.

Bucky was both relieved and a little sad about the idea of giving up that bonding time between them. Bucky had taken to letting Steve drink from his neck and Steve was always so sweet for him when he was suckling and moaning softly and clutching his shirt in his hands. Steve was adorable and Bucky just couldn't believe it sometimes. How had he been lucky enough to get his hands on someone like Steve?

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Steve had a leash attached to his collar and while Bucky wasn't overly thrilled about having Steve walking around shirtless, Becca had convinced him that it was best to show off his pierced nipples, at least this first time. It was customary to have them visible when a human is introduced to the vampire community and while Bucky wasn't big on traditions, he did want everyone to know without a doubt that Steve was his and his only.

Steve followed closely behind Bucky, his leash in Bucky's hand, as they stepped out of the car and walked up the steps to the house, that was so large it could hardly be considered a house. Steve let his eyes follow the large columns up to the pointed rooftops, but dropped his gaze to the floor when Bucky sent him a look. 

He needed to keep his eyes lowered and Steve was determined to be good. He was pretty sure that Bucky intended to keep him, he certainly had made no indication that he wanted anything less. Bucky often brushed fingers through his hair and kissed him softly and told him that he'd love him until the day he died. He knew he meant the day that Steve died, because Bucky was basically immortal. Technically, a vampire's lifespan was roughly ten thousand years long, so they did age and die naturally, but Steve still thought ten thousand years was basically forever. Bucky had just laughed at that like Steve had said something particularly amusing. 

Steve really wanted to stay with Bucky his whole life. He hadn't really even thought much about the life he'd left behind. He never had any friends to miss and while he did love his parents he found that between the rush of drinking Bucky's blood and the tremors he got when he had to go too many hours without it, he didn't have much time to think about the past. He didn't think about much of anything other than Bucky and how much he wanted to please him, so that Bucky would never throw him away, would never stop giving him his blood.

Becca walked in behind them with Natasha just slightly behind her on a leash like Steve was and Clint trailing behind them, chained to Becca's waist. A butler opened up the door for them and gestured for them to go inside. Even the foyer was massive and Bucky strolled past it and through the halls like he owned the place. Steve had to walk fast to keep up with him, but Bucky slowed slightly when Steve fell a few steps behind and the leash tugged on his collar enough to choke him for the briefest of moments.

Bucky sent a questioning look back at Steve, something like concern or maybe even guilt dancing in his eyes, but Steve just smiled to show him he was fine and then dropped his gaze to the shiny marble floors. They sat down at a table that was already occupied and Bucky pulled Steve into his lap easily, letting his leash hang limply. Becca did the same with Natasha, but first she unclipped Clint's chain from her waist and attached it to a hook on the back of her chair. All the chairs had these hooks to chain slaves to and Clint wasn't the only slave kneeling at a vampire's feet. In fact there were quite a lot of slaves, but very few pets from what Steve could see.

His eyes darted curiously around the room and Bucky's lips twitched in amusement before he pressed Steve's head into his neck. Steve melted into him with a sigh, his eyes shutting for a moment before he let them open again and peered over Bucky's shoulder. Bucky just rubbed circles on Steve's back and started chatting with his friends.

"I see you've got yourself a new human. Is that why you missed the last party? Unable to leave your room, huh?" Brock teased.

Bucky smirked.

"I haven't let him out of my sight or my arms, and if it was up to me I'd keep him speared on my dick for the rest of his life. I've never been so obsessed with a human before, never understood the desire to keep a pet until I laid my eyes on this one."

Brock laughed.

"Well, fuck, I can't imagine, then again I do like that pretty little thing you've been keeping around."

They both knew who he was referring to. It wasn't a secret that Sam and Brock had been eyeing Clint ever since the boy came to be under Bucky and Becca's protection the year prior. They had made it clear that they wanted him as soon as he was of age and in New York that meant seventeen.

"He just turned seventeen a few weeks ago," Bucky said casually and Brock's eyes sparkled mischievously.

"Really? You hear that, Sammy? Their little slave is finally ripe for the taking."

Sam hummed, sipping at his wine like he wasn't all that interested, but his eyes flashed hungry and wanting.

"Becca? Why don't you let our slave keep them company for the day? I'm sure they'll be on their best behavior," Bucky said easily enough.

It'd be better for Client to get him out of their house and Steve would probably stop attacking him if he had different masters. As is, they had to have Becca take over these days, because Steve was far too possessive and unjustly jealous of Clint, considering that Bucky hadn't even drank from him since that first night when he tied Steve to the bed.

Natasha tensed up but knew better than to protest in public. She would certainly have plenty to say about it later and would curse them both out for it, but while she had a lot of control in their house, Becca didn't tolerate disrespect in front of others. Clint stood up obediently when Becca gestured to Brock and allowed him to unclip the slave's chain from her chair. Brock wrapped the chain around his hand and tugged Clint closer, making the smaller man stumble into his chest. Clint squeaked in surprise and his eyes met Brock's.

"You're gorgeous," Brock murmured, awed by the blue eyes looking up at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

Brock thought that maybe he could understand the desire to keep a pet when Clint grabbed at his arms to steady himself. Clint lowered his gaze immediately and stepped back respectfully, dropping his hands, but Brock wasn't offended, he was intrigued.

"Come along, little human, if you're good I'll even let you warm my lap."

Clint blushed at the teasing but followed obediently. His chain was attached to a harness, the only thing that he was wearing, but even though Sam and Brock's eyes roamed over him appreciatively, they didn't try to feel him up. Clint was surprised by that seeing as they always looked at him like they wanted to eat him up. He assumed it must be because he didn't belong to them and it could offend Bucky or Becca to do something to their household's slave without their direct permission.

Steve had lifted his head to watch the exchange and then frowned at Bucky, leaning in closer to whisper in his ear.

"You won't give me away will you?"

Bucky gripped his hips and rocked him ever so slightly against the bulge in his pants.

"Never."

That one word was enough to make Steve shiver and whimper, dropping his forehead to Bucky's shoulder and rocking his hips of his own accord. The sheer amount of possessiveness in that one word had Steve feeling desperate and needy. Bucky let him rock in his lap, nice and slow as he made soft sounds and rubbed up against him sweetly. He did glare at anyone who openly stared at Steve though.

Steve kept going, getting faster and louder and more desperate as he got closer and closer to the edge. When he finally came, Bucky sank his teeth into his neck and Steve screamed out his pleasure, Bucky's name on his tongue even though he wasn't supposed to call him Bucky in public. Luckily, Bucky didn't seem upset about it, if anything he seemed awfully smug about it, though Becca sent him a look in warning.

No one seemed particularly surprised by the display, though hearing Steve cry out Bucky's name, his familiar name no less, was unexpected. They were wise enough to not mention it and carried on their conversations like nothing had happened. Steve felt like jello afterwards and just panted and clung to Bucky who murmured soft words in his ear. 

It wasn't uncommon for vampires to play with their slaves in public, or even to let their friends play with their slaves, but it was less common for pets to be played with in public or shared. Vampires tended to be rather possessive of the human's that they got attached to. This display though was clearly a message, a warning. Bucky wasn't thrilled to have so many people hear or see Steve like this, but he knew that it would mean something to the rest of the community.

Humans were kept around for the pleasure of vampires, their own pleasure didn't matter and even the vampires that let their humans come didn't advertise it. Human pleasure was a taboo subject among their kind. Vampires gave their lovers pleasure and seeked their own, Bucky letting Steve come, especially so publicly, was a clear statement. This human was revered as a lover even if he wasn't given the title. That right there was confirmed when the cry on Steve's lips wasn't for his sir, but for Bucky.

It was solidified when Steve recovered from his orgasm and Bucky shifted him until he was sitting facing the table, his back pressed up against Bucky's chest. Bucky wrapped his arms around his waist and Steve glanced curiously at Bucky.

"We're gonna break protocol, baby, but don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you," Bucky murmured in his ear.

Steve nodded, fully believing that.

"Okay," He said back just as softly.

Bucky's eyes were just as soft as the kiss he left on his lips.

"Baby, I want to introduce you to my friends," Bucky said, loud enough to draw attention to them.

Everyone at their round table looked shocked when the words left Bucky's mouth and the people at the surrounding tables started to whisper, watching to see what would happen. While Becca had introduced Natasha to their friends, introducing pets was always done privately, if at all. Becca just rolled her eyes at her brother, he never was one for subtlety and it never failed to exasperate her.

"Stevie, doll, this is Sam and his lover, Brock. Sam's one of those overly chivalrous types, but Brock balances him out by being crude." Bucky pointed them out to Steve and Steve murmured out it's a pleasure to meet you. "Sam, Brock, this is my pretty little pet, Steven. He's a bit of a brat, tried to kill our slave the first time he met him."

Steve pouted and Bucky chuckled, tightening his hold on him just a fraction to show that he was just teasing and not really mad about it. Sam didn't say anything, narrowing his eyes at Bucky, trying to figure out what his play was, but he nodded in acknowledgement when Brock greeted Steve.

"Well, I must say I'm glad you didn't kill him," Brock said with a smirk, winking at Steve when he blushed. "I quite like this one."

Brock's hand rested on Clint's head and he looked down at him fondly before pulling him up into his lap, his chain hanging between their chests, still attached to the chair. Clint gasped softly, but snuggled close when Brock told him to settle.

"And this is Jane and her lover, Thor, baby. Thor's eternally cheerful and Jane is cynical and a bit of a prude." Jane glared at him and Thor laughed, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Thor, Jane, this is my bratty little pet, Steven."

Steve huffed and frowned at him, but giggled when Bucky pinched his side.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Steve got out, still giggling a little and Bucky grinned at just how adorable he was.

"The pleasure is all mine, Steven," Thor said easily, genuinely happy to be introduced to the little human.

Jane just turned her nose up like she thought the display was beneath her. To be fair, Jane came from a region where pets didn't exist and there were merely slaves that were traded after a few months of use and those that were kept around long term. Thor, on the other hand, came from a land where humans were on equal footing as vampires. He and Jane disagreed on a lot of matters, but behind closed doors they spoiled their pets rotten. 

Steve's eyes were drawn to the human in Thor's lap. He was really Thor's lover that he'd brought from his homeland, but for Jane's sake they treated him like a pet in public and they treated their pets like slaves in order to distinguish between them.

Thor saw Steve staring curiously at Loki and he smiled warmly at him. Thor was fairly good at following the protocols established in the Manhattan community, but if Bucky was going to differ from them he didn't see why he shouldn't.

"This is my pet, Loki, perhaps you two could play sometime. He's a bit of a brat as well," Thor said, the words fond.

Loki blushed and glared at him.

"Say hello, Lolo," Thor encouraged.

Loki huffed.

"Hi," Loki said obediently in a way that suggested he didn't appreciate being told what to do, or perhaps it was being put on the spot that he didn't like.

Steve beamed at him. He eyed the two humans sitting silently at their feet, but Jane sent Thor a look that clearly conveyed that she would kill him if he introduced them. Thor turned to Sam to pick up their conversation instead and the moment slipped away.

"Who are their slaves?" Steve whispered in Bucky's ear.

"Darcy and Bruce."

Steve hummed and snuggled up close, letting Bucky join in on the conversation as the tension in the room around them subsided a bit. All that tension came back though when Pierce approached the table and Bucky stiffened.

"You always did enjoy causing a scene, didn't you, James?" Pierce said in a tone that made it clear that he disapproved.

Bucky pressed his lips together and tightened his hold on Steve possessively.

"Pierce," Bucky said through gritted teeth.

Becca jumped in to thank Pierce for inviting them and Bucky relaxed slightly. He didn't try to introduce Steve to their host, not because Steve wasn't good enough, but because Pierce didn't deserve to be introduced to Steve. Bucky didn't want that creep to even look at his human.

As the evening came around and dinner finished up, vampires and their lovers took to the dance floor to dance gracefully and waltz around the ballroom. A live orchestra played a somber tune that they slow danced to, before picking up for more energetic and slightly more erotic dancing as nightfell around them.

Becca glared at Bucky when he got up to dance and pulled Steve over to the dancefloor. The dancers parted for them and though Steve thought that they might be offended to share the floor with a human, and he wasn't entirely wrong about that assumption, the truth was that they parted and lowered their gazes respectfully when Bucky narrowed his eyes at their wandering eyes, because of who Bucky was. Steve knew little to nothing about Bucky, he really didn't talk about himself much and what little he did say didn't make much sense to Steve. He felt like he'd entered an entirely different world when he became Bucky's, one completely separate from the rest of Manhattan.

Bucky was considered by many to be the rightful heir to the Romanian throne and many would wish to see him sitting on that throne. It was only a matter of time really before he would need to return and claim his rightful position as the king of the Transylvanian vampires. He figured he could wait until after Steve passed away to worry about that though, human's lives were so fleeting in the grand scheme of things.

He felt no need to explain any of that to Steve. His pretty little pet didn't need to worry about things that were so beyond him that they wouldn't even matter in his lifetime. No, he'd much rather just form a nice little bubble around Steve and keep him safe and happy and ignorant to the things from Bucky's past that kept him up at night. Though nowadays he slept much easier with Steve held close in his arms.


Steve was exhausted, it had been a long day of being stared at and whispered about and dancing until the moon was high in the sky. Now they were lounging on couches in the drawing room, the group having dwindled down to merely a few dozen as opposed to the hundreds of vampires that had filled the ballroom early in the day. 

They had spent all day at the ball and it was now well into the night and Steve hadn't gotten any blood since that morning. He was starting to feel antsy and restless and agitated. He thought Bucky could see his control slipping away, because he kept sending him concerned looks.

It wasn't great but it wasn't until some pretty vampire decided to flirt with Bucky and reached out to trail her fingers down his arm that Steve lost it and practically lunged off Bucky's lap to attack her. Bucky was quicker though and snagged him around his waist, pulling him right back against him.

"No! Lemme go! Imma kill her!" Steve snarled, feeling feral, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"No! Stop!" Bucky growled in his ear. 

Steve was thrashing in his hold, trying to break free and ended up knocking a glass off the table. It shattered on the marble floors but Steve didn't even notice, nor did he notice the scandalized looks they were getting.

"Damn it, Steve," Bucky hissed in his ear. 

He reached up to slice his fingernail over the side of his neck, nicking the skin and manhandling Steve until he was straddling him, shoving his face into his neck. The moment Steve tasted the blood he went limp, all but his fingers which clutched at Bucky's lapels, trying to hold him in place. Steve moaned as he drank and Bucky groaned in response, cradling the back of his head.

"There you go, baby, that's better. Good boy, Stevie, so good for me," Bucky murmured in his ear.

The room around them had gone silent and everyone looked deeply disturbed by what they were witnessing and yet unable to look away, even Becca looked appalled that her brother would dare try something like this in public. Bucky didn't acknowledge them, he just rubbed his hand soothingly over Steve's back until he fell asleep and stopped suckling and then he stood up, Steve's head on his shoulder and his arm under his ass to support him.

"Excuse me, I need to take my pet home, he's had a long day."

That was all Bucky said, ignoring the way that even his own friends looked appalled and confused by what had just happened.

"Fuck, James, really? That was a shit show," Becca complained, slipping into the car next to him and tugging Natasha into her lap.

Bucky hummed, running his fingers soothingly through Steve's hair, praying that he wouldn't wake up yet.

"They'll get over it."

"Doubtful."

"They will eventually. Perhaps not in Steve's lifetime, but certainly before we die."

Becca glared at him, but she knew even if people didn't like it they weren't likely to do anything more than whisper about it behind their backs. They might be less willing to help them out when they did try to take back the throne though and that frustrated Becca to no end.

"Fuck you, James," She snapped. "I shouldn't have to deal with this shit. Why can't you just play your role when you're in public like the rest of us do?"

"I tried it and found that I don't like it very much," Bucky snarked and Becca rolled her eyes at him.

"We're never going to be able to show our face in public again."

"Now, come little sister, I thought you said it was important to socialize," Bucky teased.

Becca sent him a look that made it clear that she did not appreciate his teasing. Bucky just chuckled under his breath and kissed Steve's temple when he squirmed slightly in sleep.

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There hadn't been any backlash from the unwanted displays at the ball and Bucky didn't expect any. It was far more likely that the rest of the aristocrats would simply wait out Steve's life with the assumption that things would return to normal afterwards. Sure, they would gossip and whisper behind his back, but Bucky couldn't care less about that.

They hadn't attended any more events in the past couple of months since the ball and Bucky turned down any invitations to visit friends or have them over. He wasn't interested in mingling, he just wanted to stay wrapped up in the nice little bubble he'd created where Steve was safely wrapped up in his arms. 

Steve's recovery was going so well and he was handling it so well. Bucky was so proud of him and getting Steve through this was the only thing that mattered to him.

Steve had no qualms with that. He didn't care about seeing others. He didn't care that his family surely believed he was missing or that they probably assumed he was dead in a ditch somewhere by now. All he cared about was Bucky and his blood and keeping him happy so he'd keep him around forever.

"You know, baby, you're doing so good, I don't think you need to drink any more blood."

The casually spoken words were enough to have Steve tensing up. He felt like the only thing getting him by was the promise that he would get more, even if he was only getting one dose a week now. The thought of not getting anymore though? That was terrifying.

"No, I need it," Steve insisted.

Bucky frowned.

"I don't think you do."

Steve shook his head in protest.

"You don't understand."

"Steve, doll, you're not dependent on it anymore, you're doing just fine even on the days when you don't have it," Bucky explained softly.

"No, I am dependent on it, I can't live without it!" Steve snapped, feeling frustrated.

Bucky pressed his lips together.

"No."

"No?"

"No, you don't get anymore."

Steve jumped to his feet, glaring at him.

"Why not? Haven't I been good? Haven't I pleased you?"

"You are so good, Stevie, and you make me so happy, but there's a difference between wanting and needing something. You want it, but you don't need it anymore. You haven't for a while now. You don't shake anymore when you go without it. You don't need it anymore."

"You're wrong!"

"I'm not. You don't get anymore, Steve," Bucky told him firmly.

Steve screamed in frustration and stomped his foot like a child throwing a tantrum, before storming out of the room and slamming the door behind him. 

Bucky groaned, dropping back on the couch and Becca popped her head into the room and gave him a half smile.

"You were listening, I assume?"

She nodded.

"I know that was hard for you, but this is the best thing for both of you. It's not good for Steve to crave your blood, James, it will only harm him in the end."

"What if it didn't though? What if he just drank it in moderation? Does he really have to stop altogether?"

Becca sighed and came over to sit down next to him and Bucky lifted his head, settling it in her lap.

"There's not a lot written about the effects of vampire blood on humans, but everything that I've read advises against it at all costs. There's nothing about long term use, because the few humans that have tried it and became addicted to it didn't live long. I can't see any good coming out of it."

"But we don't know that there will be any adverse effects, not if he uses it in moderation, right? Besides, didn't most of those humans kill themselves? It's not like the blood killed them."

"Technically, the blood didn't kill them, but it did drive them mad. I don't think you should be risking Steve's life by experimenting with whether or not he can live on it permanently."

Bucky sighed and stared up at the ceiling. He knew this was the right thing to do, but the thought of denying Steve this, of giving up this special bonding time of theirs altogether, it was devastating to think about.

Without the reassurance that he'd eventually get more, Steve lost it. He cried and begged and pleaded with Bucky to change his mind, to give him just a little bit more, just to take the edge off. Physically, he was fine, he didn't get tremors or sweat profusely. He was fine, physically. Mentally and emotionally, Steve was a mess and Bucky just didn't get that.

He believed that he needed it, believed that he couldn't live without it and he got pissed off when Bucky insisted he was fine, broke down and cried himself to sleep every night when he was refused. He tried to seduce Bucky to try and get him to give him more, remembering how much Bucky liked it when Steve drank from him while he came inside of him. Bucky didn't give though and Steve started to withdraw. By the end of the month he was refusing to get up, refusing to eat, refusing everything.

He was agitated all the time, snapping at Bucky to go away and refusing to sleep in the same bed as him. Bucky wanted to give in, but Becca insisted that this would work, that soon enough it would all be over and Steve would be better. She said that if he gave in now Steve would just act out even more next time to try and get his way.

It killed Bucky to see Steve struggling like this, killed him to have to deny Steve over and over again, killed him to hear Steve tell him how much he hated him and how he wanted to die, hated when Steve would break down and beg Bucky to just end him now, to just end his suffering. Everything about it was miserable for both of them and then came the night that Bucky realized he had truly created a monster, that he had ruined the innocent little boy he'd stolen in the night.

He woke up with Steve straddling him, holding a knife to his throat. His heart was slamming against his ribs and everything inside of him was screaming at him to take out the threat, eliminate it, but this was Steve and he couldn't kill him.

"Please don't move, I don't want to hurt you, I just need a little bit. Just a little bit and then I'll be all better."

Steve looked crazed, sounded crazed, and Bucky didn't recognize him in that moment and that was the thing that terrified him the most. He flipped them easily, pinning Steve down and tugging the knife out of his hand. He flung it across the room where it hit the wall and clattered to the floor. Bucky's ears were ringing and adrenaline was pumping through his veins.

"What the fuck, Steve? Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with you? You can not hold knives to people's throats while they are sleeping."

Steve's bottom lip trembled.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong. Something's really wrong," Steve sobbed.

Bucky shook his head and pushed away from him, getting up and grabbing the knife off the floor.

"I can't-- I can't do this anymore. You've lost it. You've fucking lost it! You have to go."

Steve's eyes widened and he scrambled off the bed.

"No, no, please, no! I'll be good, I promise, just a little bit more. If you give me just a little bit more I'll be fine. I just-- I just need a little bit more to get better."

Bucky groaned, tucking the knife up onto a shelf too high up for Steve to reach before cupping his cheeks.

"No, baby, I'm sorry that I did this to you. I don't regret saving your life, but I was careless about it, I gave you too much, too quickly and it's messed you all up, doll. I'm sorry, but you don't get anymore."

"No, please--"

"No," Bucky said firmly. "The answer is no and the answer will always be no."

Steve looked shattered and when Bucky scooped him up into his arms he just felt numb. Bucky told Jarvis to pack up all of Steve's things, anything that Bucky had ever given him, anything that Steve might want. Then Bucky was taking him out into the cold of the night and shoving a wad of cash into his pocket. He called up a friend of his, Dugan, a vamp who specialized in rehabilitating slaves and pets that grew accustomed to the vampire world and for whatever reason needed to leave it and reenter the human world.

Steve cried when Bucky handed him off to Dugan, but the older vampire was gentle as he steered him away and led him inside. When the door closed Bucky dropped down on the steps and cried. He hated everything about this, but he couldn't keep doing this. He needed Steve to get better, to be okay, and that wasn't going to happen with the temptation of Bucky's blood so close to him.

Bucky didn't let himself dwell on it, didn't let himself stick around, because he knew if he did he'd never be able to stay away, so that night they were on a private jet back to Romania. Jarvis and Ana came later with anything that they wanted from the house and when Steve showed up after a month of recovering he found it dead. The house that he had learned to think of as home was empty and too quiet and it perfectly reflected the awful numbness he felt inside.

He broke in through a window and curled up in Bucky's bed and stayed there, hoping and praying that Bucky would return for him. He never did though. Steve stayed in the house for months and Bucky knew it too, because Jarvis would show up every now and again to get some file that had gotten left behind and every time Steve would ask when Bucky was coming home and receive the same sad look. There was no way that Bucky wasn't aware that Steve was waiting for him, he just didn't care.

Except that Bucky did care and every day was hard on him just like it was for Steve. He wanted to come home and scoop him up and beg for his forgiveness, but he couldn't. Anytime he got weak and wanted to, Becca was there to tell him Steve needed this. He planned to return the moment that Steve was better, as soon as he could without jeopardizing his recovery, but then things got bad in Romania. The vampire community was under siege and people were starving and the problems that seemed so easy to ignore when there was an ocean between himself and the suffering, was so hard to turn a blind eye to now.

So he stayed and he prayed that when he sorted everything out that Steve would take him back, or at the very least that Steve would live a happy life even if he never wanted anything to do with Bucky or his world again. The thought of never holding Steve again was heartbreaking, for him it wasn't ever about the blood. Sure, Steve tasted sweeter than he could have possibly imagined, yet it was Steve himself that had drawn him in. 

He was gorgeous, adorable, his giggle and his smile and his stubbornness, the way he could be both so bratty and so sweet. Just everything about Steve made him want to scoop him up and hold him close and never let him go. That desire to keep him close clashed with his desire to keep him safe and happy and the knowledge that he couldn't give him what he needed right now. So as hard as it was, Bucky stayed away and focused on saving his people.

Bucky sighed and Becca glanced up from the letter she was reading.

"What's wrong?"

Bucky scoffed.

"What's wrong? Everything's wrong, Rebecca."

Becca hummed.

"You did the right thing."

"Yeah, well, tell that to Steve who's sleeping in my bed and waiting for me to come home."

"I'm sorry about your human, but this is more important than that. Sam and Brock are flying in tomorrow and we're hoping that Sam can convince his sister to lend us some vampires. Harley says if we can get a few dozen more then we might stand a chance at getting to Obadiah. If we can take down both him and his heir, then the servants and the people will fall in line."

Bucky groaned, running a hand through his hair.

"I fucking hate this," He muttered under his breath.

"You were born to be a king, James, and a king you must be."

Bucky glared at her but he wasn't really mad at her, he was just mad in general, mad at the world for taking Steve away from him and mad at himself for leaving him, for letting him get hooked on his blood in the first place. He was just mad and he hated everything. 

Was it selfish to just want to hold Steve at night when it was cold and dark and the shadows from the past crept in through the windows?

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They were right in the midst of it all, making arrangements for the attack when Bucky got news that Steve was in the hospital from an unsuccessful attempt to take his life. In that moment Bucky wanted to drop everything to get back to him, but he couldn't, so the plans were made and carried out and by the end of a long and stressful month, Bucky was the king of the Transylvanian vampires. Becca insisted that he stay, saying it wouldn't look good if he disappeared now, but Bucky had to go back for Steve. The problem was that when he got there Steve was already with someone else.

Steve froze when he saw Bucky standing there in front of his apartment building, his eyes widened and he took a step away from the ghost of his past. The boy standing next to him was just as small as Steve, so young that he definitely wasn't older than twenty. He looked at Steve with concern and cupped his cheeks.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"Nothing, it's fine, Tony, I'm fine. Let's go inside, yeah?"

Tony frowned and glanced back at Bucky.

"Is that your ex?"

"No, he's no one."

Then Steve was pulling Tony into the building and Bucky swallowed hard around the lump in his throat. He blinked back tears, sucked in a shaky breath and headed back home with every intention of heading back to Romania. The next morning when he was getting ready to leave Dugan showed up at his doorstep and that's how he found out about Steve's second suicide attempt.

"Where is he?" Bucky demanded the moment he saw Tony.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Take me to him. Now."

"No, you need to stay away from him. He broke half the bones in his body jumping off our fire escape just because he saw you. He might never--" Tony's hand came up to cover his mouth and he sobbed. "I don't know what I'm gonna do if he dies."

Bucky grabbed Tony's shoulders.

"He's not going to die, because I'm going to save his life. Tell me where he is."

"How?"

"I'm going to give him my blood."

"He doesn't need a blood transfusion, he needs his bones to heal and he needs to wake up from his coma without permanent brain damage!" Tony snapped, banging on Bucky's chest with his fists. "Why did you come back? He said you left! Why couldn't you just have stayed away?"

Bucky grabbed his wrists to stop him and Tony collapsed against his chest.

"Shh, everything's gonna be fine. You just need to trust me. I'm a vampire and my blood will save his life, now take me to him."

Tony looked up at him and even though it sounded crazy he believed him. There had always been rumors about that part of Manhattan where people were different, warnings to stay away from it, stay away from them. Maybe it was just because he wanted it to be true so badly, wanted a solution, that he nodded and took Bucky to see Steve.

Steve was lying there broken and bandaged and Bucky hated seeing it. Tony broke down sobbing at the sight, but Bucky went over to Steve and bit into his wrist, pressing it to his lips. Steve hadn't been responsive since he was taken into the hospital but the moment Bucky's blood hit his tongue the machines started going crazy. Bucky blew on his cheek to encourage him to swallow and he did reflexively.

"Good boy, Stevie, so good for me," Bucky murmured, a weight lifting off of his chest when Steve's hands twitched on the bed as he gulped down blood.

Then suddenly his eyes shot open and his hands were clutching at Bucky's wrist, his blunt nails digging into his skin. Tony gasped and rushed over, clearly shocked, but Bucky didn't pay him any attention. It wasn't until Steve had drank so much that Bucky was afraid he might puke it back up, that he pulled his wrist away and turned to Tony, ignoring Steve's whines of protest.

"We need to get him out of here. I need to keep him close and it has to be somewhere where I can feed him without raising suspicion."

"I think stealing him from the hospital will raise suspicion."

"Maybe, but it's the only solution I have, so either you're in and you help me, or you're out and you should just go home now."

Tony glared at him, a determined look on his face.

"Oh, I'm definitely in."

"Good, then I need you to go distract the nurse."


Tony was seriously wondering how it had gotten to this. He was cuddled up into Steve's side while Steve drifted in and out of consciousness. He'd woken up several times, always screaming in pain, and Bucky was always quick to offer up his blood. Tony had to admit that while he'd never really believed the rumors about vampires that walked among them, he'd certainly never pictured vampires to be anything like this.

He looked up when Bucky stood up, grabbing the bed post to steady himself when he swayed slightly. He didn't look so good, pale and sweaty and Tony eyed him warily. Bucky's head was spinning and his ears were ringing and he felt like he might vomit, but he also felt so drained that he wasn't sure he had enough fluids in him to throw up.

"I have to go, but I'll be back."

"Wait! Where are you going? You can't leave! What if he wakes up again?"

"He'll be fine. He's not in critical condition anymore."

"Where are you going?" Tony demanded.

"I need some blood. I can't just keep giving mine away without replenishing myself."

Tony's eyes widened.

"You're going to go kill someone."

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Of course not, I'm going to borrow one of my neighbors' slaves."

"Wait? You guys keep slaves and drink their blood? That's-- That's really fucked up."

Bucky frowned.

"Not really."

"Owning slaves is really fucked up," Tony insisted. "It's not okay to take away someone's free will."

Bucky scoffed.

"It's not like human slavery, not really. I mean we do own them and sometimes trade them, too, but they choose to leave their world behind and seek out our protection. They come to us to be saved from their troubles in the human world and offer us their total devotion and their blood as well. In return we protect them from whatever trouble they have from their past."

Tony blinked.

"So they choose to be slaves?"

"For protection."

"Well, that's… slightly less fucked up, but only slightly."

Bucky shrugged, unconcerned by the human's judgment or lack of understanding of vampire affairs.

"I have to go."

Tony felt fear shoot through him. What if Bucky left and Steve woke up and needed him? Bucky seemed to be the only thing keeping Steve going right now and it's not like Tony's blood would do him any good. Maybe though, maybe Tony's blood could do Bucky some good.

"Wait! What if you drink from me?" Tony blurted out.

Bucky eyed him for a moment.

"You don't have to do that--"

"Please don't go. He needs you. I need you. I need you to stay and help him. I-- I can't lose him."

Bucky swallowed hard.

"You haven't even known him that long, have you?"

Tony shook his head.

"Only a month."

"Then why do you care so much? Why are you here?"

"How long did it take you to know you'd do anything for him?" Tony countered.

Bucky pressed his lips together in a line but nodded.

"Okay then, little human, I'll play."

Bucky sat down on the bed, his head swimming from the sudden movement, and patted his lap.

"C'mere, human, lemme bite you," Bucky said, his words slightly slurred.

Tony walked around the bed and approached Bucky warily.

"Are you okay?"

"No, but I will be, just lemme bite you."

Tony was pretty sure this was an awful decision but he stepped closer and let Bucky tug him into his lap and tilt his head. Bucky stared at the exposed flesh, leaning closer to lick at his neck before sinking his teeth in. Tony whimpered, the pain of two needles piercing him making him regret his decision, but then just as quickly as the pain began it was replaced by a pleasure unlike anything Tony had ever known.

He moaned and his hands clutched at Bucky's shirt, trying to tug him closer, wanting him to drink more and harder as flames licked up his limbs and fire ran through his veins leaving him hot and needy. Bucky gripped his hair, tilting his head back further, drinking greedily from the willing human. His blood was so fucking delicious and the only other blood he'd ever tasted that was this good was Steve's.

Bucky groaned when Tony's hips rocked against him, his ass rubbing against his crotch. Tony whined and squirmed so pretty for him and Bucky struggled to pull away, but managed when Tony's eyes fluttered shut and he went limp in his arms. Bucky cursed and extracted his teeth, laying the tiny human down on the bed and licking at the wound to close it.

He knew that he'd drank too much. He didn't usually have that problem, he'd just been so drained, so hungry. Tony's eyes fluttered open for a moment, but Bucky wasn't sure if he was really seeing anything, then they closed and Bucky groaned.

"Fuck."

He had two beautiful boys unconscious in his bed and he felt like he'd fucked them both over. Steve definitely more so than Tony. Who even was Tony? Where did this human come from and why was he so attached to Bucky's human?

On one hand, Bucky wanted Tony to go away so he could have Steve all to himself, and on the other hand, he really wanted to keep them both. He thought about his recently acquired throne in Romania and how his sister would kill him for even considering staying here, but that didn't change the fact that he really wanted to just stay here and somehow make things work between him and Steve, and possibly even this other human with dark curls and a stubbornness that could match Steve's. It was hard to deny that Bucky was intrigued.

It was a couple of hours and a feeding later when Steve still hadn't really woken up longer than to drink his blood, that Bucky was really starting to get agitated. Tony kept asking him questions, demanding to know what was happening with Steve and if he was improving. Bucky really wished he'd go to sleep and shut up and was seriously regretting letting him tag along.

"Why are you even still here?" Bucky snapped. "I don't need you here to save him."

Tony glared at him.

"I'm not going anywhere. He's my boyfriend."

Bucky flinched.

"I don't want to hear that."

"Well, too bad. You left him, okay? You didn't have to do that. So you don't get to be all butthurt because he moved on."

"I left him to save him!" Bucky snapped.

"Fuck, I hate it when people say that. It's just an excuse for running away because you can't face it, can't stand with someone through the hard times."

Bucky's hands balled up in fists.

"I saved his life! I was trying to help him, but then he got addicted to my blood and it got bad, and maybe you're right, maybe I did want to escape it all. Maybe it was just too much, but it was bad and I didn't know what to do. Did he tell you about it? He probably didn't, right?"

"He told me you saved him, but then you left him and it killed him, so he wishes you hadn't."

Bucky groaned.

"I really don't want to hear that."

Tony opened his mouth to stay something but then his mouth snapped shut and his eyes widened.

"Steve!"

Bucky's head snapped over to the bed and they both ran over, pressing Steve back down when he tried to sit up.

"Don't move, babe," Tony said at the same time that Bucky said, "Don't get up yet, baby."

Steve stayed down but blinked in confusion, looking between them like they were apparitions.

"What happened?" Steve croaked.

"You jumped off the balcony, dumbass," Tony accused, glaring at him.

Steve bit his lip and looked up at Bucky with a confused expression.

"You came home. Why?"

"I came back for you, Stevie. I just wanted you to be happy and healthy and any human that's ever gotten hooked on vampire blood has gone mad and killed themselves, but then I heard that you were trying to kill yourself--" Bucky swallowed hard. "I came back to take you with me, so I can keep you close and make sure that you never get hurt again, that you never hurt yourself again."

"I won't ever do it again, Buck, just don't leave me. Don't ever leave me again," Steve begged, clutching at his shirt.

"I'm not gonna go anywhere. I'm not gonna leave you again, doll, but I am gonna head down to the kitchen and get Tony some food."

"No--" Steve and Tony both started to protest

"No, you're both going to stay here. Tony, you're going to make sure that Steve stays put and, Stevie, you're gonna be a good boy and let Tony cuddle you."

"No, Bucky, please--"

"And if you're a good boy, then when I get back I'll give you another feeding. You want that don't you, baby? You want more blood?"

Steve whimpered and nodded.

"Please, I'll do anything, I'll be so good, just please," Steve begged.

"I know you will. You're such a good boy for me. Stay right here with Tony and I'll give you more as soon as I get back."

Tony bit his lip as Bucky walked away and Steve broke down crying, he felt conflicted, wasn't sure he should be there. Steve clearly wanted Bucky, but Tony slipped into bed with him anyway and wrapped his arms around his waist.

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When Bucky returned with a tray of food, sliced fruit, brie and crackers, sandwiches cut into little triangles, Tony's eyes widened. Bucky set the tray down on the bed.

"You both need to eat, keep your energy up."

Steve frowned because he just wanted blood, but Tony was starving and reached for a sandwich.

"You said you'd give me more blood!" Steve accused, a whine in his voice.

"Hush, love, I will, but I'm gonna need more blood afterwards."

Tony tensed up, but kept munching down the little sandwich and then grabbed another one.

"You can have my blood," Steve offered up immediately.

"No, baby, I can't drink from you right now. I won't compromise your recovery, but I can find a different human," Bucky was looking at Tony as he said it. "You just say the word and I'll go ask to borrow someone else's human."

He avoided saying slave because that didn't go over so well with Tony the first time around. Tony swallowed his bite of food and shook his head.

"No, it's okay. I want to help and if this is the only way I can then I want to do it. I want to help Steve get better."

Bucky nodded and picked up a piece of watermelon, holding it to Steve's lips. Steve glared at the offensive fruit, because it wasn't the blood he really wanted.

"Aw, come on, baby, you like watermelon," Bucky coaxed. "Eat just a little bit and then you can have a feeding."

"One bite," Steve said stubbornly.

Bucky pressed his lips together in a thin line.

"Five bites."

"Two bites."

"Four bites."

"Three bites," Steve countered.

Bucky groaned.

"Fuck, fine, brat. Three bites and then you can have your feeding, but you have to eat at least two sandwiches afterwards," Bucky compromised.

Steve looked at the sandwiches.

"Two triangles?" He confirmed.

Bucky nodded.

"Yeah, just two little triangles, baby, you can do that for me can't you?"

Steve nodded.

"Yeah, okay, deal."

"Good boy, open up."

Steve opened wide and let Bucky plop the watermelon into his mouth, chewing and swallowing before accepting the next bite. After the third one Bucky leaned closer to lick the juice off his chin and sucked on his bottom lip. Steve whimpered and grabbed at his shirt, pulling him closer.

"Please, you promised," Steve whined.

"Shh, I know, baby," Bucky soothed, kissing his lips quickly before pulling back.

Tony shifted uncomfortably next to them, once again finding himself wondering why he was even here. Maybe Bucky was right, he wasn't needed. Bucky could find blood elsewhere and Steve clearly didn't need, and maybe didn't even want, Tony here.

Tony couldn't deny the jealousy that he felt when they kissed or the way Bucky clearly seemed to adore Steve. When he pulled Steve into his lap and let him suckle at his neck, his hand cradling the back of his head while he leaned back against the pillows, Tony couldn't help but think that the moment was so tender and sweet and yet there was something very sensual about it that made Tony shift himself in his pants.

Steve moaned and whimpered and clutched at Bucky's shirt and Bucky murmured praise and cooed at him, groaning when Steve rubbed so sweetly up against him. Tony felt like he shouldn't be privy to this private moment, but he couldn't bring himself to look away.

"There you go, doll, that's better, isn't it?"

Steve nodded, blinking sleepily, his eyes heavy and his head on Bucky's shoulder. 

He nuzzled up against Bucky's neck, his belly full and his body buzzing from the high of Bucky's blood. He licked at Bucky's neck, lap up the trail of blood left behind, but when he tried to drink more Bucky gripped his hair in warning before shifting to lay Steve down on the bed. 

Steve whined in protest and pouted, gripping at his shirt.

"No more, baby, not yet."

"Please, just a little bit."

Bucky sighed and kissed his pouty lips.

"No, baby, you have to wait."

Steve was not thrilled but the promise of more to come was enough for him at the moment. He was ready to just shut his eyes and go back to sleep, hopefully curled up in Bucky's arms. He had all but forgotten that Tony was even there, his thoughts focused on Bucky and blood and doing whatever it took to get more. Bucky made him sit up though and Tony handed him a sandwich. Steve glared at it then at Tony.

"You promised, remember? Two triangles, right?" Tony coaxed.

Steve huffed in annoyance but took the sandwich when Bucky raised a brow at him. He'd eat it to make Bucky happy.

"Good boy."

Bucky waited for Steve to finish eating before he brought up feeding from Tony, because he fully expected Steve's negative reaction to the news. He had the feeling that it hadn't fully registered in Steve's mind before. He was so focused on needing blood, the cravings distracting him, luring his thoughts towards Bucky, that he didn't realize what Tony's role was.

When Steve realized that Bucky intended to drink from Tony he saw red, but Bucky was prepared for the attack and snagged his waist, tugging him away from Tony before he could really get his hands on him. Steve screamed and thrashed in his hold, but Bucky manhandled him down and pinned him to the bed.

"You can't! You can't! You're mine! It's all mine!" Steve was screaming and Tony's eyes were wide with shock.

"Steven! Stop!"

Steve kept trying to break loose though and Bucky growled in frustration, gripping his chin and forcing him to look at him.

"Stop it right now! You are not going to hurt Tony. You're going to learn to share and play nice or you won't get any more blood, do you hear me?"

Steve stopped fighting at the threat and pouted instead.

"No, I'll be good, I promise, just please don't leave me. I need it, Bucky, I need it!"

"Shh, I know you do and you're so good for me, baby, such a good boy. You just need to learn how to play with others. Don't worry, I'm gonna teach you how to share so nicely with Tony, that way you can earn your feedings. That sound good, baby?"

Bucky thought that Steve was probably mostly recovered by now, he'd had quite a bit of blood, but there was also a chance that the effects of the blood was masking some of his symptoms. He might be in pain but unable to feel it, he might have damage that would make itself known if the blood wasn't in his system. Bucky couldn't risk it, he needed to know for sure, but then he would start the process of weaning Steve again.

He had written a letter to his sister while Jarvis was preparing the tray of food, telling her that he'd have to stay a while and she would need to hold down the fort while he was away. He knew she was going to be pissed off, but he had to think about Steve. Steve needed him right now and although it was probably selfish, Bucky cared more about that then he did about the rest of the world.

"Yes, Bucky." Even as he said it Steve was pouting and he sulked as Bucky pulled Tony into his lap and bit into his neck.

Tony's mouth fell open in a gasp and that intense pleasure washed over him again. It was like Steve disappeared and all he could think about was how fucking good he felt. He squirmed and whined in Bucky's lap and Steve just sulked more, insanely jealous that he had to share his vampire with someone else.

Steve really did like Tony, Tony had helped him, been there for him through one of the hardest times of his life, but it was like none of that mattered anymore. It was like his life had narrowed down to Bucky and his blood and doing whatever he had to do to keep Bucky happy, so he would never cut him off again.

It only got worse throughout the next week as the consistent feedings went on, Steve got more and more obsessed with Bucky and more aggressive with Tony, especially since Tony and Bucky were getting closer. Feeding was incredibly intimate and they were both selflessly working together to save the life of someone they cared about. It wasn't that hard to see why they were falling for each other and falling hard.

At the end of the week Bucky felt that it was safe to start slowly weaning Steve. He'd done some reading of his own and realized that the humans that got addicted to vampire blood only seemed to be a danger to themselves when they didn't think they would get anymore. So he decided that his new goal wasn't to wean Steve off entirely, simply to manage his addiction.

Steve seemed very receptive to this plan and Bucky explained to him that the current goal was to get to the point where he had a long feeding first thing in the morning and right before bed, slept through the night and then had only two or three shorter feedings during the day. At the moment Steve was feeding every two or three hours during the day and two, sometimes even three times during the night.

They decided to start by working on eliminating the night time feedings, so they could all get some uninterrupted sleep again and Steve agreed to it without any hesitation. He was still going to be getting feedings during the day, so he thought he could easily go through the night without any. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite that simple, because Steve's body craved blood and was used to the consistent feedings, so he woke up expecting them.

It was at the same time that they were discussing weaning Steve off of his nighttime feedings, that Tony brought up his son. It was the first that Bucky had heard of the kid, but then again he'd only known Tony a week and they'd been pretty focused on Steve and when they weren't it was usually because Tony was all horny from Bucky drinking from him.

"You have to leave?"

Tony bit his lip.

"I could bring him here, but I would need a guarantee that he would be safe."

"I would never hurt your kid, Tony," Bucky told him firmly and he meant it to.

Tony shook his head and his lip twitched into an amused smirk.

"Ironically, I'm not worried about you. It's just that Steve gets a little… agitated sometimes."

Steve's eyes widened from where he was curled up in Bucky's lap.

"I'm not gonna hurt your kid, I promise. I'll be good."

Steve said that, but he made a lot of promises that he found it hard to keep when he was feeling all antsy and restless.

"Okay, well, I'm not gonna start weaning Steve during the day quite yet. So you can just sleep in one of the rooms on the main floor with your son. Steve's not gonna seek you guys out, if anything he might try and stab me in my sleep, but that's about as bad as it's gonna get."

Tony pressed his lips together but nodded.

"Yeah, okay."

He still seemed slightly reluctant but Bucky really didn't think Steve was a danger to the child. There was the potential that he could try to stab Bucky, but now that he was aware of the possibility, Bucky was pretty sure he could handle it this time without freaking out. He really doubted it would even come to that though, because Steve didn't really lose it until he thought he was getting cut off.

Tony's kid was cute, a tiny little toddler that ran around and got into everything, but definitely the most adorable kid Bucky had ever seen. Maybe part of that was the fact that he had Tony's large brown eyes and his dark curls and he was just as sweet and stubborn and adorable as Tony was. Bucky was instantly in love with the tiny little human that demanded attention and melted down when he didn't get it when he wanted it.

"He's not usually like this," Tony apologized, grabbing up his tiny little terror and tugging him away from the book he was shredding. "It's just the new place and he didn't take a nap today."

Bucky waved off the apology.

"Don't worry about it. They're not even my books."

Tony frowned, holding Peter tighter as he whined and tried to squirm out of his dad's arms.

"I don't think that's the point. I don't want him to think he can just destroy things."

"Ah, yes, it's good to start training human's young, it produces the best results. If you want to train your son to be obedient though you should get him a different trainer. You're not exactly obedient yourself."

Bucky didn't say it to be offensive, he was simply stating a fact but Tony glared at him.

"Fuck you," Tony grumbled.

Bucky laughed and scooped up the child out of his arms.

"Come along, little heathen, I think your daddy needs a break."

Tony huffed and Bucky winked at him.

"Why don't you go see Steve? He's due for another feeding in an hour. It should be a good time to play with him."

Tony sighed but nodded.

Bucky had decided to train Steve to associate playing nice with Tony with his feedings, so he would make Steve be nice to Tony, cuddle up to him and give him kisses before he'd give him his feedings. While it started with just kisses it had grown into something more now and while Tony was pretty sure it was manipulative, he couldn't say he hated it. They had gotten to the point where Steve had to either give or receive pleasure from Tony before he was allowed to feed.

Whether that meant oral, anal, hand jobs, foot jobs, or simply rubbing off on each other didn't really matter. The point was that Bucky wanted Steve to play nice and if he did, then he got what he wanted and if he didn't Bucky made him wait until he was ready to be good. Steve wasn't good at waiting and always gave in to whatever Bucky was asking of him pretty quickly and now he was even eager for the exchanges, because it meant he would get another feeding soon.

That was the reason that Steve's eyes lit up when Tony entered the room. He was lounging on the chaise in the den, sketching by candlelight, the drapes drawn to block out the night sky. Steve happily set aside his sketchpad and pencil and tugged Tony into his lap.

Tony moaned when Steve kissed him, his tongue licking eagerly at his bottom lip and diving inside when Tony opened for him. Steve's hands were tugging at his clothes, trying to get him naked, but Tony pulled away. Steve huffed in annoyance and grabbed for him again.

Tony bit his lip and gripped his chin, nipping at his lip but ignoring it when Steve parted them.

"Hold still, baby, be good for me."

"I'll be so good," Steve promised.

"I know you will, you always are," Tony murmured, brushing his thumb over his bottom lip before kissing him softly. "Do you remember me? Do you remember needing me?"

Steve nodded.

"I need you, please."

Tony sighed, Steve didn't remember, or maybe he did but he just couldn't access the memories, couldn't focus on them. Either way, Tony felt oddly lonely when he thought about it, a little bitter that his boyfriend was so clearly obsessed with his ex. That didn't stop him from tugging Steve into Bucky's room, the room that Tony had spent so much time in recently that it was starting to feel familiar, like home.

If anything, that loneliness, that bitterness he felt over the situation with Steve fueled his desire to shove him down on the bed and tie him down, his wrists trapped above his head. Tony trailed kisses down his neck and chest, stopping to suck and bite at his nipples until Steve was writhing under him. Tony’s hands were demanding as they roamed over his exposed skin, Steve laid out naked and vulnerable under him. His kisses were hot and biting, his tongue and lips apologetic as he hungrily made his way down Steve’s body, leaving hickeys and bite marks in his wake.

By the time Bucky showed up, Tony had been edging Steve for a good forty-five minutes, bringing him to the edge and then backing off and denying him that relief he so desperately wanted. Tony had been alternating between sucking his dick and jerking him off, but when Bucky arrived he had three fingers shoved up his ass and Steve was sobbing and begging him to let him come. Bucky chuckled, leaning back against the door jamb to watch Tony finger him open roughly, jabbing his fingers in and out, clearly impatient, before replacing his fingers with his dick and shoving inside.

Steve screamed, tears and snot running down his face and his wrists bleeding from how the thin rope was digging into his skin as he tugged against his restraints. Bucky stayed back, letting Tony finish, grunting out his relief and collapsing on top of Steve, then he came over and pressed a kiss to Tony’s back. Tony wasn’t surprised that Bucky was there, he knew he’d show up eventually for Steve’s feeding.

“Having fun, princess?”

Tony nodded, whimpering as he pulled himself out of Steve and rolled off of him. His curls were sticking to his forehead, a sheen of sweat covering his chest as he struggled to steady his breath.

“Fuck, yeah, s’good.”

Bucky shook his head in amusement, reaching over and letting his fingers trail up Tony’s side before crawling onto the bed and pulling him closer. Tony didn’t even have the energy to squeak in surprise; he just laid there, floating on air and riding his high while Bucky nuzzled at his cheek and bumped their noses together, soft and sweet and affectionate.

“I’m glad, baby.”

Tony nodded, his eyes out of focus.

“Yeah, happy.”

Bucky cooed at the adorable little human and kissed his nose before pulling back the covers and coaxing him under them.

“Sweet dreams, angel. Get some rest before Stevie wakes you up to play again.”

Tony just hummed in response. 

Steve was equally as out of it, his eyes out of focus and cum leaking out of his wrecked ass. Bucky smirked at the sight, settling in between Steve’s legs and spreading them farther apart. Steve whimpered, tugging pathetically at his binds and Bucky just sucked at his thigh until he had left his own mark on the pale skin. It was obvious that Tony had spent quite a lot of time marking him up. Vampires were usually very possessive, and Bucky definitely wasn’t the exception, but maybe Tony was. When he first saw Tony standing with Steve he had felt a flare of jealousy among the hurt, but watching them together merely lit a fire inside of him, one that left him hard and hungry for more.

Vampires were jealous, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t share. In fact, when you lived as long as they did, it was almost impossible to not acquire more than one human, plus most vampires had a lover, a fellow vampire that they shared their love, wealth, and humans with.

Bucky had never been the kind to settle down, but he was young and most assumed that in time he would find a partner and perhaps a pet too. Slaves weren’t the same, while they were owned and typically treated well, they weren’t objects of affection the way that pets were and they certainly weren’t equals like a vampire lover was.

Bucky knows logically that one day Steve and Tony would die and he would grieve their loss for a few years, a few human lifetimes, and then he would move on. He wasn’t thinking logically about it though, he was convinced that they were everything, all that mattered. It had happened quickly and suddenly, and now he was hooked, just as addicted to Steve as he was to him and just as connected to Tony as Tony was to him. There was no doubting that he cared for them both in a way that wasn’t supposed to happen between humans and vampires. 

He could care for them, but he shouldn’t fall for them. Bucky knew he was falling and falling hard though. He was pretty sure that he was already lost on Steve and he was just as sure that it wouldn’t be long before he was just as lost on Tony.

Steve was hard and throbbing, his dick standing up straight against his stomach and precum pooling on his belly. Bucky pushed up his legs, folding him in half, his hips lifted off the bed so Bucky could lap up the cum leaking out of his ass. Steve whined and squirmed as much as he could, but not only was he restrained, which limited his movements, he was exhausted.

Bucky knew the moment he drank from him he’d feel a surge of energy though. Sometimes the feeling was so intense that it made Steve pass out afterwards and other times it made him pace around, bounce his knee, tap his fingers, his eyes darting around the room and his mind unable to focus on anything for long. It was pretty hit or miss in how Steve would respond to his feedings.

This time it definitely made Steve feel hyper and he was practically bouncing off the walls, so Bucky pulled him out into the garden to let him run off some of his energy. Tony was tired, none of them had gotten much sleep in the past week, so Bucky wanted to let him get some rest. It wouldn't be long before Steve was ready for another feeding and was seeking out Tony to play, so he could earn his next dose of blood.

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The moment Tony woke up he was looking for his baby and cursing himself for getting so caught up in pleasure that he forgot about him. He found him giggling and happy though, sitting on the ground in nothing but a diaper, splashing his hands in a large mixing bowl, that from the puddle around him, Tony could tell was once filled with water. There wasn't much water left in the bowl and Peter was soaked from head to toe, but Jarvis was cooking at the stove and keeping an eye on him so Tony relaxed.

"What are you doing, princess?"

Peter looked up at his daddy then clapped his hands together, droplets of water spraying him in the face.

"Wet Daddy!"

"I see that. Everything's all wet, huh?"

Peter nodded and Tony chuckled when he crouched down and splashed at the water again.

"Are you gonna help clean this all up, Petey?"

Peter shook his head and pointed at Jarvis.

"Jawvis."

Tony rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, that sounds about right," Tony muttered under his breath. "Thanks for helping out Jarvis and let me know if you want any help with this mess."

"It's no trouble, Mr. Stark."

Tony nodded and headed off to find Steve and Bucky. They were still out in the garden. Bucky was standing at the bottom of a tree, yelling at Steve to come down or he'd climb up and get him and make him regret ignoring him. Tony chuckled and walked up, wrapping his arms around Bucky's waist and kissing his shoulder.

"He's not the most obedient human either, is he?" Tony teased.

"You're telling me," Bucky muttered before turning to pull Tony in for a quick kiss. "I just don't want him to fall and break his neck after I've put in so much effort to keep him alive."

Tony's lips twitched up into a smile.

"I'm sure he'll be fine. He's a big boy, you know? Us humans are more resilient than you might think."

Bucky snorted.

"That one is fragile." Bucky pointed up at Steve. "He's… delicate."

Tony hummed.

"I think you mean precious."

"Yeah, that too," Bucky said softly, concern in his eyes when Steve climbed up higher.

Tony snickered.

"Hey, babe! Why don't you come down and play with me?"

That got Steve down lickety split and before Tony knew what was happening he was being tackled to the ground and fucked while he clawed at the grass, ripping up blades with his fingers. Bucky just stood back and watched his humans play. He had yet to actually join them while they played, though he had fucked them separately while the other watched.

Steve had nearly lost it the first time Bucky fucked Tony, but Bucky had the forethought to tie him down first, so even though he screamed out threats and tugged on his binds until he was bleeding, he couldn't actually do much. Now he was so well trained that he had to be nice or Bucky would withhold blood, that Steve didn't need to be tied up for it.

Afterwards Steve took his feeding outside and they all laid out in the grass together, looking up at the clouds and finding patterns and pictures in the fluffy cotton and wispy trails. It was sweet and peaceful and Bucky wished it could be like this forever. He knew he'd eventually have to return back to Romania though and he was hoping to bring them with him. He couldn't be sure they'd say yes though, well, he couldn't be sure that Tony would say yes, which is why he hadn't brought it up yet.

He'd wait until he couldn't put it off any longer before mentioning it and hopefully by then Tony would be in love with him and would be willing to follow him anywhere. Bucky did wonder if his kid would be a problem though. Tony sure did seem attached to the small human in a way that vampires didn't typically become attached to their children. 

Becca and Bucky were raised by Jarvis and sometimes his wife, though she was more of a lady's maid than anything else, which is why she was in Romania with Becca at the moment. While their parents had a very large staff to take care of the house, they trusted very few people, so Jarvis and Ana were the only ones really allowed to watch them. Bucky trusted them with his life long before they had saved his life.

Tony was from a wealthy family, he was raised by help and his ex, Pepper, also came from wealth. Both families managed to maintain their wealth through the depression, so Bucky really didn't understand why Tony's son didn't have a nanny. It was also very uncommon for shared custody to be granted, something that Tony said he had insisted upon. So clearly he wanted the mother's involvement, but didn't want to give up custody entirely.

There were many things about humans that Bucky didn't understand and even more things about his own humans that he found puzzling. It was a puzzle that he was determined to solve. He wanted to know them and understand them and keep them on display in his house like a puzzle hung up on the wall. He wanted them to remain by his side forever and always be there waiting for him when he returned home. 

Steve was more than happy to be just a pretty thing on his arm as long as Bucky kept giving him blood and maybe Tony would be okay with that too. One thing was certain though, neither of them would ever truly be obedient and Bucky found that he liked that, that he even craved those acts of defiance and the way they glared at him stubbornly when their own wishes differed from his. Steve was so eager to please and Tony was so sweet and despite that they were both brats and Bucky adored them for it.


Steve woke up feeling antsy. He'd been doing fairly well with only one feeding a night for the past three nights in a row, but now his mind was racing and his fingers were tapping against the sheets. He tried to go back to sleep, he tried to be good, he really did, he just couldn't. It was when his leg started twitching that he shoved back the sheets and tried to get up.

Bucky snagged him around the waist and pulled him down, hovering over him. Steve whined pathetically, his fingers itched to do something, anything. He reached up and raked them down Bucky's arm, leaving marks in his wake. Bucky raised a brow at him but just leaned in closer to kiss him.

"I want to wake up, Tony."

Bucky groaned and shook his head.

"Baby, you're not getting another feeding yet." 

Bucky glanced at the clock that read five past four. Three hours left, that wasn't so bad. Steve could make it that long, Bucky just knew it. They could get him through this. He's been doing so well so far and Bucky wasn't gonna let him slip up now. He wanted to cut out the nightly feeds altogether and he had already decided that tonight's feeding was the last one, though he hadn't broken the news to Steve yet. They needed to get Steve to the point where he slept through the night and didn't wake up expecting to feed, so they could catch up on lost sleep.

"Please, Buck, just a little bit."

"No, Steve."

Steve whimpered and glanced over at Tony.

"I'll be so good, I promise! I'll play so nice."

"Baby, I know you will, but I don't care how nice you play. You're not getting more blood until seven."

Steve whined and glanced over at Tony again.

"I wanna wake him up."

Bucky sighed but rolled off of him and ran his hand down his face.

"Fine, but just know that it's not gonna change anything."

Steve couldn't help but think that maybe if he played nice enough that maybe, just maybe, Bucky would change his mind. Logically, Steve knew he wouldn't, but a part of him was urging him to do whatever was necessary to get in another feeding before morning. The sheets were already shoved down so all Steve had to do was roll Tony onto his back and slip down to settle in between his legs.

They were both already naked, it was just easier sleeping naked when Steve was going to wake Tony up to play anyway. Tony was soft, his dick laying against his thigh, but that didn't stop Steve from picking him up and sucking him into his mouth, sucking and licking at him earnestly and moaning when Tony responded beautifully, starting to fill up. His body was getting used to these night time sessions. 

Tony made a soft sound and Steve revelled in the way that he squirmed a little in his sleep before his eyes fluttered open. Steve sucked hard just to hear him curse, his hands flying to Steve's hair and gripping it hard in retaliation.

"Jesus, I thought we already fed you."

"We did, but he wanted to wake you up anyway. I told him he had three hours left, but I think he's under the impression that if he plays nice enough I'll give in."

Tony grunted, his hips jerking up, causing Steve to gag.

"Fuck, that's pretty, so pretty, love that sound, baby, love it when you choke on my dick," Tony rambled.

Bucky chuckled and shook his head in amusement. Tony had a tendency to run his mouth while Steve sucked him off and Bucky thought it was just the cutest thing.

"Fuck, fuck, more, take it all, want you to choke for me. That's it, that's it, baby, so good, fuck, that's so good."

It went on like that, Tony rambling about how good it was and how pretty it was when Steve choked for him, and Steve doing his best to please him and play nice, until Tony finally came down his throat. When Steve pulled off he was coughing and gasping for air and Tony looked fucked out. Bucky just tugged Steve up the bed and into his arms and soothed him, petting his hair and cooing at him until he was breathing normally again.

"That's right, baby, there you go, that's better," Bucky murmured. "You good, Tony?"

Tony nodded.

"S'good, j'st tired."

Bucky leaned over Steve to press a kiss to his lips.

"Go to sleep, angel. Steve will wake you up before his next feeding."

Tony just hummed sleepily, his eyes already fluttering shut. He knew the drill by now.

"Was I good? Did I play nice?"

Bucky bit his lip because he knew what Steve wanted and he wasn't going to give it to him.

"Yeah, baby, you were so good, I'm so proud of you. Now go back to sleep and I'll wake you up when it's time to feed."

Steve's brows furrowed and he shook his head.

"No, I was good, I played nice. I was good--"

"Hey, hey, shh, I know you were but I told you we weren't gonna have another feeding until morning."

"No, I was good--"

"Steve, when's morning? When do we wake up?"

Steve was shaking his head, his eyes darting around the room anxiously.

"No, I was good, I was good--"

Bucky gripped his chin and made him look at him.

"Steve, look at me and answer my question. What time is our morning feeding?"

Steve whimpered and tried to shake his head, but Bucky tightened his grip on his chin.

"Seven, I get my morning feed at seven. A large feed, I get a large feed, but I just want a little one now, just a little bit to get me through and then I'll be fine," Steve pleaded.

"That's not how it works and you know it. We're on a schedule. Why's the schedule important, Steve?"

Steve was getting more and more antsy and he swallowed hard, feeling like his skin was all itchy and he just wanted to shed it all off. He needed to be good though. He needed to answer the questions so he wouldn't get cut off again.

"Because-- because it's when I get my feedings."

"And why do I have you on such a strict schedule?"

Steve rubbed his fingers anxiously.

"You care about me."

"That's right, baby, good boy. Do you know why I care so much?"

Steve nodded, his eyes darting around the room again. Bucky tapped his cheek and Steve's eyes snapped to his.

"Tell me."

"You love me."

"Yeah, I really do, angel, and I promise everything I do, I do because I believe it's what's best for you."

Steve whined and Bucky claimed his lips, groaning into the kiss. Steve pushed away though and shook his head.

"No, you don't get it-- You don't understand-- If you would just listen to me--"

"Baby, I'm hearing you and I'm saying no. I promise you'll get more in the morning."

"No, no, I can't--"

He shoved at Bucky's chest and then his eyes locked on Bucky's neck.

"I just need a little bit, you'll barely feel a thing--"

The moment Steve reached up, mostly likely to claw at Bucky's neck until he bled, Bucky snatched his wrist. Then he was shifting and Steve found himself all but thrown on the ground, landing on his knees hard. Steve grunted and then his eyes widened when he met Bucky's murderous gaze.

"I told you no," Bucky growled in his ear, gripping his hair hard enough to make his head bend back uncomfortably far. "When I tell you no I mean no and I swear to God, Steve, if you ever pull this shit again I'm gonna crate you for the night."

Steve whined and stumbled over a string of apologies, but Bucky just pulled himself out of his boxers and shoved Steve down on his cock, effectively silencing him. Steve gagged when Bucky forced him to swallow his whole length, but Bucky didn't let up, holding him down while he choked and shoved against him. It wasn't until Steve was red in the face, his body jerking in its attempt to get away, to get oxygen, that Bucky pulled him off. 

Steve heaved in air as best he could, snot and tears mixing and running off his chin. Bucky just tsked at him and grabbed his wrists in one hand, tugging him forward until he collapsed against his lap.

"Don't ever pull that shit again, do you understand me?"

Steve nodded.

"Good, now finish sucking me off like a good boy and I'll feed you my cum."

Steve whimpered and quickly got back to work and when he swallowed down Bucky's cum he thanked him for it.

"Good boy, so polite," Bucky murmured but there was something hard in his eyes that made Steve nervous. "From now on the only feeding you're getting at night is from a cock, got it? When you wake up begging like a little bitch, I'm gonna make you choke on it. Say yes, sir."

"Yes, sir," Steve said as quickly as he could get the words out and was relieved when Bucky finally softened, his eyes softer and a small smile pulling up at the edges of his lips.

"Good boy, come on, baby, let's clean you up. You're a mess."

Steve blushed at the comment and then blushed even harder when Bucky brought him into the bathroom and made him look at himself in the mirror. Snot and tears and saliva on his face, his eyes red from crying, and his cheeks all blotchy.

"You look fucking wrecked, baby, I love it when you look like this. So well used just the way I like it."

Bucky was being mean and Steve could feel tears pricking at his eyes again even as his neglected dick twitched between his legs, leaking precum. Bucky hummed and grabbed a washcloth, wetting it, but pausing before he wiped off Steve's face to kiss him, mess and all.

"I love it when you're like this for me, baby, you look so pretty when you're a mess for me."

The words were murmured softly, sweet and tender and made Steve blush even harder. Then he was wiped down and pulled back to bed, his dick throbbing angrily, wrapped up in Bucky's arms.

"Go to sleep, baby."

Steve pouted because there was no chance in hell he was gonna fall asleep. Bucky seemed to know this because he smirked, but he just tightened his hold on Steve's waist and let his own eyes shut, leaving Steve to struggle with his own mind. Steve felt so alone and he kept squirming desperately, needing some relief. 

Bucky sighed after twenty minutes and shoved Steve onto his stomach hovering over him and pinning his wrists down on either side of his head. Steve whined when he felt his dick pressed up against the mattress and his hips jerked forward involuntarily.

"Go on, baby, I know you want to. Rub one off on the mattress, angel."

Steve's face felt like it was on fire and he shook his head, burying his face in the pillow.

"Can't-- Too embarrassing." He mumbled.

"More embarrassing than choking on my cock like a whore?" Bucky teased.

Steve just whined and Bucky shifted his hold, releasing his wrists and holding down his hands instead, his fingers curling in between Steve's. It wasn't really holding hands, but it was sweet and there was a certain tenderness to it that had Steve feeling impossibly hot all over.

"Come on, baby, you can do it, be a good boy for me."

Steve made a small sound of protest, but his hips started to rock, rubbing his dick up against the silky smooth sheets. It felt delicious against his aching member and the more he rocked the more precum he leaked making the slide even smoother and the feeling even more delicious and he whined out his release, his hips stuttering before slowly rubbing himself through it.

His eyes were fluttering shut afterwards and Bucky kissed down his neck and over his shoulder before trailing kisses down his spine. Steve shivered, but he felt like he was floating and trying to move was just too much effort. Bucky stayed like that, hovering protectively over him and making him feel safe and secure, until Steve was feeling a little more like himself.

He still felt sleepy, so close to just drifting off, but there was a touch of anxiety nagging him at the back of his mind. It was so close to morning, so close to seven when he'd get his feed and he'd be so upset if he fell asleep now and slept through it.

"If I don't wake up at seven will you wake me up?" Steve asked softly, still laid out on his belly and unwilling to even attempt to move.

Bucky chuckled, kissed his cheek and rolled off of him.

"If you're not up by eight I will, because if I don't then it'll throw off your schedule and I don't want that."

Steve bit his lip and nodded.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Buck."

Bucky smiled softly and kissed his cheek again.

"Anytime, baby."

Chapter Text

"You know, the way you talk about weaning him and his feedings, it kind of reminds me of when a breastfeeding mother is trying to wean her baby," Tony said later in the week.

They were lounging in the den drinking wine, Bucky's legs up on the coffee table and Tony's feet in his lap.

Bucky raised a brow at him.

"What do you know about breastfeeding mothers?"

Tony pointed at his two year old.

"Well, it wasn't all that long ago that my ex was trying to wean this one."

Bucky hummed and kissed his temple.

"Steve's doing really well. He only fed the one time last night and he didn't freak out when we put him to bed even though he knows he's not getting any more nightly feedings."

Tony smiled softly.

"I'm gonna miss waking up to him sucking me off, because he has to be a good boy and play nice with me before he can feed."

Bucky chuckled.

"Well, you're welcome to join us again tonight. I did tell him that the only feeding he gets at night now is from a cock, so he might still wake you up with a blowjob."

Tony shook his head, though it was awfully tempting.

"I'm worried that Peter will wake up in the night and get into trouble like he did last night."

"I'll tell Jarvis to watch him."

Tony bit his lip. He kinda felt bad that Jarvis had to do so much extra stuff just because his kid was staying here.

"Don't worry, Jarvis has spent over five hundred years watching babies."

Tony giggled and nodded, there really wasn't any better resume than that. Besides, he didn't hesitate because he was worried about leaving Peter with Jarvis. Peter really seemed to like Jarvis and the butler was great with him. No, he just felt a little guilty for making Jarvis watch him, but anytime he voiced that to Bucky he just rolled his eyes and said it wasn't an issue. So he didn't bring it up, he just lifted a socked foot and wriggled his toes encouragingly.

"Rub my feet."

Bucky rolled his eyes in amusement and stripped his sock off, kissing his sole. Tony's face scrunched up and Bucky nipped at his heel just to see him shriek in surprise.

"Don't do that, you freak!" Tony giggled trying to pull his foot away.

Bucky just laughed, holding his ankle in place until he stopped and then started rubbing his foot.

"Why do you have Steve wear panties?" Tony asked after a few moments of silence.

Bucky shrugged.

"I don't know, I guess I've just always liked pretty boys wearing pretty things."

Tony frowned.

"But why?"

Bucky sighed.

"You humans are so weird about gender, so strict. Like certain people should dress in certain ways and act in certain ways all because of what they have between their legs. It makes little sense why women are seen as inferior to men when women bear your children and yet they're viewed as weak? That I don't get."

"Vampires don't feel that women are less than men?"

"No, not really. We recognize that some people have more dominant personalities than others, but women can be dominant and men can be submissive, so it's not really based on gender. There are some assholes who feel that more submissive vampires are weaker and less deserving of respect, but in general both roles are seen as equally valuable."

Tony just blinked at him.

"Wow, that's actually really cool. With the whole having slaves thing I kinda expected vamps to have like some major superiority complex or something."

"Oh no, we do. We're one hundred percent superior to humans in every way," Bucky teased, giving him a cheeky grin and a wink.

Tony scoffed and rolled his eyes but looked more amused than anything else.

"I know you don't think that though. I've seen the way you look at Steve, you're clearly in love with him."

Bucky hummed.

"Yeah, I am, but love between humans and vampires is… complicated."

"Why?" Tony asked, peering up at him curiously.

Bucky rubbed his thumbs over Tony's arch for a few moments before sighing and setting his foot down.

"It just is. It's not supposed to happen. We can care for humans and keep them for our own pleasure or enjoyment. They can be our pets, but even if we love them, we're not supposed to admit it and we're not supposed to blur the lines between the two species. Humans aren't meant to be lovers and if we want to treat them that way, we're supposed to only do it behind closed doors."

Tony bit his lip and pulled his foot out of Bucky's grasp, shifting to sit in his lap and kiss him reassuringly.

"I don't mind being your pet, Bucky Barnes, because I want to be yours in any way that you'll have me. I want to stay here with you and with Steve, even after Steve's all better, if you'll have me."

Bucky groaned, wrapping his arms around Tony's waist.

"Baby, you have no idea how much I want that. I want you both to stay by my side for the rest of your lives and be mine."

Tony hummed and bumped their noses together.

"I'll be your human if you'll be my vampire."

Bucky's lips twitched up in amusement.

"It would be my pleasure to be yours, doll."

Tony blushed and ducked his head into Bucky's neck before lifting his head back up just as quickly and blurting out, "I think it's just the wine talking, because normally I'd never say this, but I want you to dress me up, you know, like a doll."

Bucky raised his brow in surprise at the unexpected request, but cupped Tony's cheek and kissed his nose.

"I would be honored to dress you up, baby. What do you want to wear? Will you get upset if I put you in girly clothes?"

Tony shook his head.

"No."

Bucky hummed.

"I once got Steve to wear a skirt for me, but that's as far as he would go."

Tony grinned.

"I'd love to see Steve in a skirt."

"Of course you would, why wouldn't you? He's absolutely adorable."

Bucky stood up and Tony squeaked in surprise, clinging to him. Bucky just cooed at him and rubbed his back soothingly.

"You're gonna be the prettiest little doll ever, baby."

Steve was still asleep in bed when Bucky set Tony down on the edge of it and told him to wait before leaving. Tony huffed in annoyance and rolled onto his back before shifting and pressing up against Steve, poking at Steve's cheek until he grumbled and opened his eyes, a pout on his lips.

"What?"

"Play with me," Tony pleaded.

Steve's eyes flashed at those magic words and he tugged Tony closer. When Bucky returned with a makeup trunk he tsked and grabbed Tony's ankle, tugging him away from Steve and back over to the edge of the bed. Tony pouted and Steve blinked in confusion, not used to having Tony pulled away from him while they were playing.

"I told you to stay put."

"And I told you I'm not very obedient," Tony sassed.

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Now look what you've done, brat, you woke up Stevie who was happily sleeping and he's gonna be disappointed when he remembers he doesn't get a feeding until morning and sees how long he has left."

Tony huffed and Steve looked alarmed by this information, looking over at the clock that showed it was only just after one. This was the first night that Bucky wanted to push him to go all the way through the night without feeding. At the start of the week he was limited to only two and by the end he was only getting one, but after last night, Bucky made it clear that Steve wasn't getting any more blood at night.

Tony was instantly distracted by the trunk of makeup and he tilted his head curiously at it. Bucky smirked and opened it up, revealing the contents within. Lipstick, nail polish in an array of colors, blush and mascara and eyeliner, eye shadow and hair curlers. There was also a small box and Tony pointed at it.

"What's in there?"

Steve shifted, crawling over and flopping down on his tummy to peer into the trunk.

"Those are mine."

Bucky's lip twitched in amusement at the claim.

"They're nipple rings."

Tony's brows raised at that.

"You have pierced nipples?"

Steve shook his head.

"Used to but the blood always heals them."

Bucky chuckled.

"Do you miss them, angel?"

Steve shrugged and grabbed the box and showed off the sterling rings to Tony.

"They were a sign of my devotion to Bucky."

Tony blinked at them, his hand reaching out to brush curious fingers over the small loops. His eyes fell on Steve's nipples and he let his thumb swipe over one before he pinched it. Steve squirmed and Bucky grabbed the small box, carefully tucking it away. He left them to play and headed off again in search of skirts. Skirts weren't really Bucky's style, but Becca liked them and Natasha and Clint wore them too. He definitely didn't have any qualms with fucking a pretty little thing in a skirt.

When he returned Steve was squirming and whining, tears in his eyes as Tony played with his nipples relentlessly. He was sucking and biting at one and pinching and rolling the other between his fingers. Bucky just shook his head in amusement. It might be fun to pierce Steve's nipples again, just so Tony could play with them. As long as he had his rings in during feedings they wouldn't close back up.

Bucky hadn't actually made him wear them all the time like some people required of their pets, but he used to pull them out sometimes just for the hell of it and Steve always got all squirmy and then cried so pretty for him when he re-pierced his nipples, licking at the sensitive buds and revelling in the soft little sobs that fell off his lips. He thought Tony might appreciate the process too.

"Okay, doll, lemme dress you up now."

Tony ignored him and Bucky rolled his eyes. He let his fingers trail down Tony's spine causing him to shudder and peer up at him. Bucky held up the selection of skirts he'd grabbed and Tony's eyes lit up. Steve whined in protest when Tony stopped playing with him, but Bucky just handed off the skirts and dragged Steve to the edge of the bed before scooping him up.

"You should try to go back to sleep, baby," Bucky murmured.

Steve shook his head but rested it on Bucky's shoulder, letting him cradle him close.

"Ooh, this one's pretty," Tony said, his eyes sparkling with interest as he held up a white ruffle skirt.

"A pretty skirt for a pretty little girl," Bucky agreed.

Tony blushed but nodded, stripped down to nothing and pulled the skirt on. He shimmied his way into it and Bucky thought it was just about the cutest thing to see him work it over his round little ass before letting it settle up on his waist. It covered his midriff and fell down to just above his knees but when he spun around the ruffles lifted enough to expose his ass. Tony peered up at him expectantly and Bucky licked his lips.

"You look beautiful, baby, like a little angel."

Tony hummed and went over to the floor length mirror to admire his reflection. Steve lifted his head to eye him, too, but he whined in protest when Bucky set him down on the edge of the bed.

"Hush, you're fine, love."

Bucky pulled out a bold red lipstick, perfect for Steve's pouty lips. He didn't object when Bucky told him to hold still. Tony came over to perch next to him and Bucky alternated between them, dolling up his pretty little girls until Tony was satisfied and no longer demanding this or that. Then he sat back and watched them touch and kiss, wandering fingers trailing downwards and lipstick smearing. Bucky always did feel that the best part of doing a slave's makeup was ruining it, but there was something even more exciting about watching his humans together.

Bucky tucked away the skirts and makeup when they passed out on the bed, both in a different set of skirts, having gone through multiple looks while they played dress up. Bucky climbed on to the bed and pushed up Tony's skirt, his ass round and his hole leaking cum. He groaned at the sight and leaned down to lap Steve's cum up. Tony made a small sound while he did, but they'd both drank enough wine to keep them under the spell of sleep.

Bucky nipped at a perky little asscheek before pulling away and drawing the curtains. He didn't want them to wake up to the sun shining in their eyes, seeing as they would probably have headaches when they came to. Then Bucky grabbed extra blankets out of the linen closet down the hall to drape over them since they were passed out on top of the bedding.

He didn't go to sleep though, he headed off to his study and pulled out the invitation to Pierce's annual winter ball. Last time he attended he introduced Steve as his pet. This time he wondered if he was bold enough to introduce both of his humans as something more. He wondered if they would even want to attend the ball.

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Pepper was more than a little sussed out when she showed up at the Victorian style house. No one went to this side of town and though they weren't technically forbidden to, it was just understood that it was to be avoided. Everyone over here was wealthy, a collection of aristocrats from all over the world who had gathered in Manhattan. They didn't mingle with outsiders though, thought themselves better than the rest of the high society members of the upper east side.

Pepper had been raised to turn her nose up at this side of town. She had also heard the rumors of vampires that all children grew up with, rich or poor. She didn't believe them one bit, but she was wary of the fact that Tony apparently was staying here and more importantly that her son was staying here with him.

A butler opened the door and nodded to her respectfully and Pepper gave him a tight smile.

"I'm here to pick up my son."

"Of course, Miss Potts, the young sir is playing in the sandbox out back."

Pepper raised her brows at the unexpected answer, but didn't say anything as she was led through the house. It was nicely decorated, the furniture clearly very expensive, though a bit too gothic for her taste. The butler led her out onto a patio where Tony was lounging, a book in his hands. Peter was playing in the grass off a little ways away with a man that Pepper didn't recognize.

Peter was wearing undershorts buttoned to an undershirt with straps to reinforce them and Bucky was wearing boxers and a short-sleeved shirt left unbuttoned. Pepper raised her brow at the sight of Peter, covered in a dusting of sand from head to toe, making his curls appear much lighter than they really were.

"Is our son wearing underwear?" Pepper asked before Jarvis even had the opportunity to announce her arrival.

Tony set his book down, sitting up.

"Yeah, he's pretty cute, isn't he?"

Pepper narrowed her eyes at him.

"You don't expect me to get sand in my car do you? And what if he has an accident?"

Tony smirked.

"No worries, Pep, Jarvis can wash him up and diaper him for you."

Pepper nodded and took a seat at the patio table.

"So… who is the man playing with our son? The owner of this house I presume."

Tony nodded.

"Yeah, Bucky's great with Pete."

Tony's eyes sparkled as he said it and Pepper hummed, watching Peter whine in protest as he was taken away by the butler.

"Bucky? What kind of name is that?"

"I believe it's Scottish," Tony teased.

Pepper rolled her eyes.

Bucky was brushing sand off of himself as he headed up onto the patio, he stopped to greet Pepper who said her polite greeting in return before he disappeared into the house.

"He decided that Peter needed a sandbox, so he built him one," Tony said with a disbelieving shake of his head. "He's really something else."

"Yes, I can see that. He is gorgeous."

"That he is," Tony agreed easily.

Jarvis reappeared shortly with a freshly scrubbed down Peter dressed in a romper and wrapped up in a hooded towel.

"He is quite attached to the towel, I imagine it will be easier to take it with you then it would be to take it from him," Jarvis told them, passing the child off to Pepper.

Pepper nodded, pressing a kiss to Peter's cheek.

"Did you have fun with Daddy, angel?"

"Yup, pwayed in da sand!"

They both cooed at him.

"Bucky thinks we should potty train him."

"Does he now? Well, he's welcome to, if he doesn't mind the mess."

"I said the same thing, but Bucky doesn't seem too concerned about it. Petey's been wearing underwear for the past couple of days."

"Any success?"

"I don't think so, but he's peed on us a couple of times."

They both laughed and Pepper tightened her hold on Peter when he tried to squirm out of her lap.

"Well, tell me when he's fully potty trained and I'll put him in panties too."

Tony nodded.

"I'm surprised you came yourself."

"I would have sent the nanny, but I just had to see what conditions you were living in now."

Tony lifted a brow.

"And are you impressed?"

"Thoroughly. Certainly better than the apartment you had with Steve."

Tony looked amused.

"Whatever did happen to your little project anyway? Have you saved him already? You've always had a thing for taking in strays off the street and nursing them back to health."

Tony narrowed his eyes at her.

"Steve's napping." The words were said sharply, daring her to question it further.

Pepper clearly wanted to press, but Bucky reappeared in slacks and a new button up, this one tucked into his pants in a way that Tony didn't see too often while they were just lounging around the house.

"I have to head out, but I'll be home before nightfall," Bucky announced. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Potts."

Pepper smiled at him and it seemed genuine which made Tony relax. Him and Pepper had a bit of a falling out when Tony left her after finding out she was pregnant, but since then they've rekindled the friendship that led to them dating in the first place. He had a lot of respect for her and valued her opinion though she had turned her nose up at Steve.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr…"

"Barnes, ma'am, but please just call me James."

"James it is then."

"I must be going."

Tony pouted.

"Why? Where are you going?" Tony whined.

Bucky hesitated, glancing at Pepper, but when Tony made grabby hands at him he scooped him up, sitting down and settling him in his lap. Pepper didn't seem surprised in the slightest, so he assumed she must be aware and at least okay with his interest in men on some level.

Tony ducked his head into his neck, clutching at his neatly pressed shirt and wrinkling it.

"Don't go! What if Steve wakes up?"

"I left some wine with Jarvis and I'll be back before bedtime," Bucky promised.

Tony didn't like it but he reluctantly let Bucky go and slipped off his lap.

"Fine, but I expect to hear about your trip later."

Bucky nodded and Pepper stood up when he did.

"I should be going as well."

It wasn't too long after they left that Steve woke up and Tony tugged him down the staircase and into the kitchen to bend him over the counter. Afterwards Steve expected his feeding and he just about lost it when Tony told him that Bucky wasn't there. Luckily, Jarvis appeared as though out of thin air, something that Jarvis was known for, and grabbed a small jar out of the fridge, pouring the contents into a wine glass and offering it up to Steve.

Steve sniffed at it and frowned.

It smelled like wine, but the moment the liquid touched his tongue his eyes fluttered shut and he consumed the blood-laced wine in two gulps.

"More?" Steve asked immediately.

"I'm afraid not, sir."

Steve huffed, but he expected as much and nodded.

"When will Bucky return?"

"Shortly, I imagine."

Bucky did return shortly, within the hour and Tony immediately wanted to know where he'd been and what he'd been doing.

"I had to take care of some business. It's not important though. What I do need to tell you both is that I come from Romania, I recently took the throne of the Transylvanian vampires, and I have to return home soon."

Tony just blinked at him and Steve whined, tugging at his collar.

"Not yet, baby, just hold on," Bucky murmured soothingly.

Steve huffed in annoyance, but let his head fall to Bucky's shoulder.

"Wait what? So you're like what the king of vampires or something?" Tony asked incredulously.

"Not all vampires, just a particular group that is currently residing in Transylvania."

"So what? Your dad died or something and now you're the king?"

"No, my parents were executed a couple centuries ago. I wiped out everyone in control under my uncle's regime and stole back the throne."

"In what? The two months you were in Romania?"

"It was a little over two months, but yeah, I mean people have been planning the coup in support of my family for a longtime and my uncle's kinda a dumbass, so it wasn't all too challenging."

Tony shook his head in disbelief.

"So you're leaving? Is that why you're weaning Steve? So you can leave again?"

There was heat to Tony's words and Steve's head snapped up at the mention of him potentially being cut off again.

"You won't leave me will you?"

"Course not, angel, I'm gonna take you with me."

Steve slumped against him, relieved and went back to only half paying attention to the conversation and half nipping and sucking at Bucky's neck and wishing he was feeding.

Tony swallowed hard.

"Right, so you're just leaving me then."

Bucky sighed.

"I was actually hoping you'd come with me."

"I told you I was happy to stay here with you, to be a part of your world, but that I needed to be a part of the human world, too, a part of my son's world. You didn't think it was important to tell me all of this then? Before I got too attached?"

"I was hoping that you would get attached and you would choose to come with us."

Tony scoffed.

"And leave Peter? Not a chance?"

"We could take him with us."

"I have shared custody! I can't just take him to Romania!"

"Your human laws don't really apply to vampires or anyone within our world. You and Peter would be safe, you would both be under my protection."

"You're suggesting we kidnap my baby? Really? That's your solution?"

Bucky just shrugged.

"Why not?"

"I gave Pepper shared custody, because I want Peter to grow up with a mom and know that both of his parents love him. I could have taken Peter. I'm his father, he was born out of wedlock which looks far worse for Pepper than it does for me. If I wanted to cut her off I had every opportunity and if I wanted nothing to do with Peter I could have done that, too. I chose this, I want us to share custody and I'm not stealing him away in the night."

Bucky groaned.

"Okay, okay, fine. We'll just take your ex with us."

"We're not stealing away my ex either."

"Not steal, just bring her along. I'm sure we could think of a good incentive. Maybe offer her some money or clothes or freedom from the grips of controlling parents. Since she gave birth out of wedlock and isn't with you, I can only assume she's living with her parents who mostly likely disapprove of Peter. She wasn't dressed like a single mother who had been disowned and cut off from her family fortune."

Tony nodded.

"Yeah, okay, we can offer, but if she says no we're not kidnapping them."

"Whatever you want, doll."

Tony sighed and plopped down next to them, curling into Bucky's side.

"This is all so fucked up."

"Life's fucked up."

"I know, but this is something else."

Bucky just hummed and wrapped his arm around his waist, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"I think we've made Steve wait long enough for his feeding, let's head off to bed."

Tony nodded absently and Steve licked his lips before nipping at Bucky's neck in anticipation. Steve was eager for it and the moment they laid down on the bed he was pulling Tony close. Tony groaned into his mouth, his hands groping at Steve’s ass and pushing up the slip he was currently wearing. They had been doing a lot of dress up recently and both Tony and Bucky were taking delight in dressing Steve up in pretty things, mainly because it made him blush so pretty.

“I wanna fuck you, baby.”

“Yeah, fuck, do it, Tony, please. I’ll be so good for you.”

“Oh, I know you will, baby, you always are.”

Steve whined when Tony unbuckled his pants and shoved him down on his stomach. He spit in his hand and jerked himself a few times, already half hard.

“Stay still and be good for me, angel,” Tony murmured in his ear, rubbing his dick over Steve’s crack a few times as he filled up even more before pressing inside.

Steve cursed and whined and Tony moaned at the feeling of his ass clenching around him.

“Open up, baby, relax for me. Let me in your tight ass.”

They fucked Steve a lot, but he was always tight like a virgin and Bucky’s theory was that the blood tightened him back up since it had healing properties. It mended his bones, so Tony was easily able to accept that it could tighten his cunt too. He certainly wasn't complaining about it. 

Steve tried his best to be good and let Tony in, but it was hard when Tony bottomed out and didn’t give him any time to adjust before he started to fuck him. Steve wasn’t going to complain about it though, he loved being fucked hard and playing rough, especially when it made him see stars. Even if he didn’t receive any pleasure from their play, Steve didn’t really care, because afterwards he would get to feed and that was his favorite high, way better than an orgasm. 

Tony didn’t seem particularly interested in Steve’s pleasure this time and Steve was fine with that. He was being good and playing nice and after Tony came in him and collapsed next to him, Steve was pulled into Bucky’s lap and given his nightly feeding. The blood was hot as he gulped it down and his body was hot all over as Bucky stroked his cock until he was shooting cum all over their chests, staining their clothes.

“Good boy, Stevie, so fucking good for me,” Bucky murmured in his ear, his breath hot on his neck and his hands spreading his cheeks, Tony’s cum leaking from his ass.

Steve was still suckling at his neck when Bucky lowered him down onto his cock, his ass wet and loose and sloppy. Bucky loved it that way, preferred it even. Steve whimpered, but he didn’t whine in protest until Bucky pulled him away from his neck.

“Shh, you’re okay, doll. I’ll give you more in the morning, yeah?”

Steve nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

Bucky chuckled and kissed him.

“What’s my name, Stevie?”

“B--Bucky!” Steve screamed out as Bucky lifted him up and then slammed him back down.

“That’s right, baby, you just keep screaming that for me and I’ll give you my blood for the rest of your life.”

“Nn, please, please, please,” Steve whimpered over and over while Bucky fucked him on his cock and when Bucky bit into his neck Steve screamed out his name for him and came again, his ass milking Bucky as he was pushed over the edge. 

He flooded Steve’s insides with his cum while Steve’s sweet blood flooded his mouth, only pulling away when Steve started to sob from the too much feeling of being full and oversensitive and drained of blood.

“You’re okay, baby, it’s okay,” Bucky cooed, pulling Steve off his dick, cum leaking out of his ass and blood on his neck and staining his lips.

Tony’s dick was half hard again from just the sight of them together and he wondered if it looked even half as hot when Bucky drank from him while fucking him. Steve curled up into Tony happily when Bucky nudged him toward him and Tony smiled softly, wrapping his arms around him.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve muttered. “Good lord, that was intense.”

Tony chuckled and tilted his chin up, Steve’s eyes trying to focus on him, but barely able to in his fucked out state, with Bucky’s blood running through his system making him feel high and yet simultaneously feeling a bit drained from being fed on.

"It's not in God we trust, it's in blood we love," Tony murmured teasingly, kissing Steve's lips, still red from Bucky's blood, his own neck displaying the bite mark that seemed to permanently exist there now.

Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes, and Tony grinned up at him. 

Steve fell asleep quickly and Tony started to feel doubts and insecurities slip in through the cracks in his mind. His heart was certain, but his mind wanted to point out all of the plot holes to their story, every piece that didn’t quite fit together the way it should.

"Why do you keep me around?"

"What do you mean?" Bucky asked, not expecting the question.

Tony pushed up.

"I mean that you can drink from Steve. He's fully healed now and you said that humans recover from being fed on by eating and resting and replenishing fluids. So you could just drink from Steve like you did tonight. You don't me anymore."

Bucky sighed and tugged Tony up over the top of a sleeping Steve and into his lap, biting into his neck and making Tony moan and rock his hips. Tony’s eyes were hooded over with lust when Bucky pulled away after a moment and kissed him, his own blood metallic on his tongue as he parted his lips and let Bucky inside. A string of saliva tinged pink from blood connected their mouths when Bucky eased away before gravity broke it.

"I could, but I already get to bond with Steve during his feedings and when I feed from you, it's our special time together, just you and me," Bucky said softly.

Tony frowned.

"We could bond in other ways though, couldn't we?"

"We could and we do, but that doesn't mean I want to give this up yet, maybe not ever."

Tony bit his lip and cuddled up close.

"Okay."

"We can stop if you want to though, baby, it is greedy of me to keep feeding from you."

Tony shook his head.

"No, it's okay, I like it."

"To answer your question, doll, I keep you around, because I can't imagine a life without you."

The words were soft, but shadowed by the inevitable truth that Bucky would have to live many, many years without his precious humans.

"I can't imagine a life without you either."

Bucky's lips twitched up into a smile and he kissed his forehead.

"Go to sleep, angel."

Tony nodded.

"Night."

"Sweet dreams, Tony."

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Tony was staring at his reflection in the mirror, fretting over his makeup and his hair and every little detail of his outfit like the lacy collar that he chose, even though Steve wasn’t going to wear one and Bucky didn’t ask them to wear them. 

Tony liked the aesthetic. 

The burgundy lace matched his delicate lace gloves that covered his hands and flared out at his wrists, small hot rod red bows on each wrist that matched the red ribbons on his collar. His frilly dress was also burgundy with bright red accents, tight fitted over his chest before flaring out in layers of ruffles that just barely grazed mid thigh.

He had on thigh high socks, held up by a garter belt with panties underneath since Bucky got a little feral at the thought of Tony being exposed at the slightest breeze when he had talked about just wearing a slip. 

He was wearing a slip under his dress, but his high waisted panties covered up his ass, holding his dick close to him in a way that felt odd because he was so unused to it. He didn’t hate it though, in a way he really enjoyed the secure feeling of being held snug and close. It reminded him of the times when Bucky would reach down and cup him between his legs, not stroking or fondling him but simply holding him.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, angel,” Bucky murmured, kissing the back of Tony’s neck, his arms wrapping around his waist from behind.

Tony shook his head.

“No, I want to, I’m just nervous about it. I’ve never been to a vampire ball before.”

“I’m glad you want to come, because I want you there with me, but you do know you live with vampires, right, baby? There's nothing to be nervous about and I'd never let anything bad happen to you.”

“Yeah, I know, but you and Jarvis don’t count. You’re so tame.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, but ignored the comment.

“You look beautiful, baby.”

Tony blushed at the compliment, but hummed in agreement.

“I feel weird wearing a suit,” Steve announced, entering the bathroom, his hands tugging at his sleeve collars.

“You could always wear a dress like me,” Tony teased.

“No, I want to wear it. It just feels like a lifetime ago that I last wore one.”

Tony pulled away from Bucky to fix Steve’s tie and kissed him.

“You look very handsome, baby.”

Steve gave him a small smile, grateful to have Tony there. 

After months of slowly weaning him, Steve could now go a couple of days without feeding, but Bucky didn’t usually push him that far. If Steve had a particularly stressful day, like when he received word that his parents were trying to get in contact with him, then Bucky let him feed as much as he wanted and be consumed by the high, the rush of feelings that both overwhelmed and calmed his system. 

Most days though Steve just drank a couple of glasses of blood-laced wine and that was enough to take off the edge.

Today, he was anxious and Bucky had given him a large feeding in the morning, but he wanted him clear headed for the ball, so he had only had a few glasses of what they called his special wine since. 

Steve could feel his anxiety ramping up because of it and he was feeling antsy, but it wasn’t too bad. He could do this, make it through this party. Bucky had promised him blood at the ball and Steve wasn’t sure if that meant he was going to bring some of Steve’s special wine that they kept in stock in the fridge, or if he’d give him fresh blood. He didn’t really care too much either way as long as he got some kind of blood.

This was the same ball where Steve was introduced as Bucky’s pet last year and it was nerve wracking to think of returning. They’d caused quite the spectacle at the last winter ball, but Steve hardly remembers it. The event itself was a blur of dancing and unfamiliar faces and Steve has only the vaguest recollection of feeding and falling asleep. Mostly he just recalls the taste of blood exploding on his tongue and the pleasure that it brought with it, the way his body lit up and buzzed and his mind floated away.

"You okay, doll?" Bucky asked.

Steve blinked, realizing that Tony was no longer in front of him. Tony wasn't even in the room anymore. Apparently, he had just been standing there and spacing.

He shook his head to clear it and then nodded.

"Yeah, Buck, m'fine."

He really was feeling more like himself these days. While he would happily go back to feeding all of the time and being completely consumed by the desire to feed more, he had to admit he enjoyed being clear headed. He liked actually being able to hold a real conversation and focus on what was being said and then remember it later.

Bucky cupped his cheek and kissed him softly.

"Yeah?"

Steve hummed, his lips pulling up into a smile and his eyes soft with affection.

"I love it when you kiss me."

Bucky chuckled and did it again, this time a little harder and longer, and Steve moaned.

"Fuck, I need you to get me off one more time before we go."

Bucky rolled his eyes, but dropped down to his knees and worked Steve out of his slacks.

"But don't get any cum on my pants," Steve said, breaking off into a whine when Bucky licked his tip.

"Nah, baby, I ain't gonna let a single drop go to waste. Ya don't gotta worry 'bout that."

Steve just moaned, leaning back against the counter and gripping the edge tightly with his hands, his fingers curled up under the lip, digging into tile and grout.


People were definitely staring when they walked in and Tony was staring right back, eyes wide and curious and more than a little nervous. He was clinging to Bucky's arm like a lifeline and hid his face in Bucky's shoulder when a man approached them. Steve stiffened and Bucky squeezed his hand comfortingly where it was clasped securely in Steve's.

Bucky pulled his arm out of Tony's grasp to wrap it around his waist instead, holding him close to his chest and shushing him softly when he whined.

"Shh, you're okay, angel," Bucky murmured in his ear.

Bucky's eyes narrowed when they met Pierce's.

"Pierce, how nice of you to invite us," Bucky greeted with an over-polite smile.

He promised Becca that if he was gonna stay in the states he would at least play nice. That didn't mean he had to like it though. Pierce clenched his jaw at the we. Pets and slaves weren't invited, they were simply an extension of their vampire.

"James, the pleasure is always mine."

Tony pulled away to eye the man, his arms crossing over his chest and his eyes narrowing at him. He instantly disliked Pierce who eyed him like a piece of meat.

"Your pets are rather… overdressed, wouldn't you say? Certainly they would prefer to wear less?" Pierce sneered, eyeing the lack of a collar around Steve's neck and how they clearly weren't leashed, something that Pierce found to be unacceptable.

Bucky just raised his brow, though he felt a flash of anger at the creepy way Pierce eyed the bit of exposed skin between the short ruffled skirt of Tony's dress and his thigh high socks. Bucky pulled Tony in tighter, the gesture undeniably possessive, and Tony just blinked up at him with big, round eyes, far too innocent for someone who whined and squirmed so pretty under him that morning.

"Well, maybe if they were my pets, but I'd rather not have my lovers exposed in public."

Claiming them as his lovers was a potentially dangerous move, but it was worth it to see the look of shock and disgust on Pierce's face. Bucky nodded his head before leading Steve and Tony to the table where Thor and Jane were already seated. Sam and Brock had settled in Romania, along with their pet, Clint.

"Thor, Jane, this is my lover, Tony, and you already know our lover, Steve."

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Steven," Thor greeted just as cheerfully as he did the last time Steve met him.

"The pleasure is all mine," Steve said with a wink at Loki who was peering up at him from Thor's lap.

Loki blushed and turned to duck his head into Thor's neck earning a coo from his vampire.

"Aw, are you being shy, Lolo?"

Loki whispered something in Thor's ear that made the larger man laugh and Jane drank her wine and pointedly ignored the introduction.

"Anthony… is your name Anthony?" Tony nodded and Thor continued. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well then, Anthony. This is my human, though I dare say my lover would have my balls removed from my body if I introduced him as my lover, so we'll call him a pet. He is adorable, like a tiny little kitten. He thinks his claws are so sharp, but pet his belly and he rolls over and purrs out his love for you."

Loki glared at Thor, clearly displeased with the introduction, but he remained silent, merely huffing and snuggling up closer. The party went on, guests chatting until dinner was served and then the live band was playing music and a few people started to get up to dance.

While no one openly said anything about it, even Thor looked uncomfortable when Bucky slit his wrist casually over dinner and held it over a glass of wine, letting his blood run into it for a moment before licking the wound. He offered the glass to Steve who was seated next to him and Steve managed to sip at it throughout dinner instead of gulping it all down. He was grateful when he finished the concoction and Bucky just silently made him a new one.

Tony stayed curled up in Bucky's lap, his head ducked into his neck while he chatted with his friends. He only lifted his head when Bucky offered him bites of steak or mashed potato and pointedly turned his head away from any offerings of vegetables. Bucky only smirked in amusement and kissed his cheek each time it happened.

Thor seemed fascinated with Bucky's human lovers and though Tony didn't seem willing to add to the conversation Thor was eager to talk to Steve and express that it really was such a shame that they haven't come over yet. Loki, who was also a human lover, though they didn't advertise it for Jane's sake, was also curious about Steve and Tony as well. He didn't voice his curiosity like Thor did, but he made it known with his glances in their direction.

Tony blinked up at Steve when he stood up and held a hand out for him.

"May I have this dance, my lady?" Steve teased.

A few people had gotten up to dance, but the floor was still mostly empty. Tony glanced over at the couples dancing and then at Bucky questioningly.

"You can if you want to, baby."

"Will you join us?"

"I don't think the waltz is meant for three, my love," Bucky teased.

"I think we could make it work anyway."

Bucky chuckled and shook his head in amusement.

"Yeah, alright, I'm not gonna turn down the two prettiest boys at the ball."

Tony's lips twitched up into a smirk.

"And here I thought I was a pretty girl, but I must have been wrong."

"Nah, baby, you're the prettiest girl I know," Bucky murmured, kissing him softly.

He had contemplated wearing heels, but settled on Mary Jane's. He didn't want his feet to be killing him afterwards. Steve was still holding his hand out patiently and Tony set his own hand in it, letting Steve pull him out of Bucky's lap, an arm wrapping around his slender waist to tug Tony close.

"I think you're the prettiest girl ever, baby," Steve murmured in his ear, his breath hot on his skin and his hand slipping low over his ass and even lower to slip under his skirt. "And I'd love to show the whole world just how pretty you can be when I take you apart."

Tony whimpered and Bucky stood up to shield him from view when Steve's hand pushed up his dress to reveal his panties underneath. He grabbed Steve's wrist and pulled his hand away from Tony.

"Not here, Stevie."

Steve raised a brow.

"If I remember correctly, you let me rub off in your lap and come in my pants at the last ball."

"Did you really?" Tony asked, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"That was different. I was showing off."

"Then why can't we show off Tony?"

"Yeah, I wanna be shown off."

"Absolutely not. You were being introduced as my pet then, Steve. I was sending the message that you were my lover, my equal, without explicitly saying that. This time I just came out and said it, so there's no reason to expose Tony."

"What if I want to be exposed?" Tony asked sweetly, leaning back against Bucky and letting his hand slip back to cradle the back of Bucky's neck.

Bucky gritted his teeth, kissing his neck, his bite mark staring at him invitingly, tempting him.

"Do it. You know you want to," Tony encouraged.

"You're such a brat," Bucky muttered but he unclipped his collar and slipped it into his pocket.

Then he leaned down and sank his teeth into his skin, his fangs popping out to pierce through the tender flesh of his neck and drip venom slowly into his bloodstream.

Tony's back arched and Steve attacked the other side of his neck with kisses and nips, tugging lightly at his skin while Tony moaned and whined in between them. Bucky's hand slipped in between them to cup Tony's crotch and give him something to rock up against. Steve lifted his head and met Bucky's eyes, flashing dark and hungry as he drained Tony.

Steve groaned, his hands clutching at Bucky's arms and his eyes pleading with him. Bucky retracted his teeth and let blood trail down into the collar of Tony's dress and Tony shuddered.

"Please," He whimpered softly, his eyes hooded with lust and unfocused.

Bucky just pressed his hand harder against his crotch, squeezing his dick lightly and making his hips jerk.

"There you go, baby, just like that."

Tony whined but continued to fuck Bucky's hand, rutting up against him until he was whining through his relief and much like Steve had that first time, it was Bucky's name that fell off his lips. When Tony's knees gave out it was Bucky who held him up and Steve who cooed in at him, helping him turn around so Bucky could scoop him up into his arms.

"There you go, angel, that's better isn't it?"

Tony nodded, his heading resting on Bucky's shoulder and his eyes fluttering shut.

"I think we should put off dancing for now," Bucky said, his tone clearly amused.

Tony shook his head.

"No, I wanna dance, just gimme a few minutes to rest."

Bucky sighed.

"Yeah, okay."

That's how they ended up on the dancefloor with Bucky rocking Tony slightly in his arms and Steve dancing with Loki. Apparently, Thor had decided that if Bucky was going to let his human lovers dance then his should be allowed to, too. Jane didn't seem thrilled but she still let Thor tug her out onto the floor. Their other humans weren't with them at the moment, though Bucky wasn't sure why. He really doubted they were traded, so most likely they were left at home.

When Tony squirmed his way out of Bucky's arms he let Steve tug him close and waltz with him before he danced with Loki, the pair giggling and blushing as they pressed up close, their hands wandering more than Bucky would have liked.

"They're practically feeling each other up," Bucky growled.

"They are feeling each other up."

"I'm gonna stop them."

"Don't you dare. They're having fun."

Bucky groaned but relented and tried to focus on Steve. It was hard when his eyes kept wandering back to Tony and his jaw kept clenching every time he saw him with Loki. Steve rolled his eyes and called Tony over.

"What?" Tony chirped, oblivious to Bucky's jealousy.

"Dance with Bucky so he stops trying to murder Loki with his eyes."

Tony's brows raised in surprise, but he nodded and pecked Steve's cheek before pressing up close to Bucky.

"Are you really jealous of Loki?"

"I'm jealous of anyone who touches you."

"You share just fine with Steve."

"Yeah, well, that's different."

"You don't seem that jealous of Steve dancing with Loki," Tony pointed out.

"Steve and Loki aren't feeling each other up."

Bucky sent Tony a stern look but he just grinned.

"I like Loki, I would definitely fuck him."

Bucky narrowed his eyes at him.

"I will kill him--"

"Oh good lord, calm down. I was only teasing. Well, I wasn't. I would definitely fuck Loki, but I'm not going to. I will throw a fit if you don't let me have my fun though."

"I would prefer it if your fun didn't include sticking your hands down Loki's pants," Bucky grumbled.

Tony rolled his eyes.

"It's not like I fingered him, I just groped him a little bit," Tony defended.

Bucky scoffed.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" There was a teasing to it though that made Tony relax.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, you didn't seem to have any problem feeling up my boyfriend, so I'm not gonna apologize."

"You're such a brat," Bucky muttered, but he had a fond look in his eyes when he kissed him softly.

"Yeah, but you love me."

"Yeah, I really do," Bucky murmured and the words wrapped around Tony and warmed him up inside.

He just bit his lip, trying to fight back a grin and rested his head on Bucky's shoulder. Confessions of love wasn't something they had done yet, but in that moment Tony kinda wanted to shout it out to the sky, scream it for the stars to hear. He was in love with Bucky Barnes and that was both amazing and utterly terrifying.

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Tony was all giggly when they got home from the ball. Steve reached out to steady him when he stumbled over the front steps and Tony just laughed harder.

"Alright, alright, come on, sweetheart, let's get you inside," Steve said, chuckling.

Bucky chuckled too and followed after them, tensing up when Jarvis opened the door and announced they had a visitor. It was Harley Keener, a distant relative of Bucky's. He was a couple years older than Bucky, which made him almost twenty-five hundred years old in human years.

Steve sensed the tension immediately, but Tony was oblivious to it. Bucky and Harley sized each other up and Steve half expected them to fight each other, but then he stood up from the couch, buttoned his jacket, and reached out a hand towards Steve. Bucky narrowed his eyes at Harley, daring him to try something, but he didn't. He just shook Steve's hand and nodded.

"You must be Steven. I hear you're quite… attached to my cousin, James."

Bucky snorted.

"Cousin is a bit of a stretch, don't you think, Harley?"

"Perhaps, but don't worry, I'm not here to harm your little toys. Becca sent me to convince you to come home."

"I told her I would return soon. Why did she send you all this way?"

"Because, James, soon is not soon enough. Your people need their king."

Bucky groaned in frustration, stepping closer to Steve to press a kiss to his lips before kissing Tony's forehead. Tony just looked confused, like all the wine he'd had was impeding his ability to figure out what was happening.

"Can you take him up to bed for me, doll? I'll be up soon, I just need to have a little chat with my… cousin."

Tony nodded and mumbled a slurred out agreement like he was under the impression that Bucky was talking to him. He wasn't.

"Yeah, course, night, Buck," Steve said, though he looked wary of Harley.

"Night, baby, I'll be quick, I promise."

Steve nodded and guided Tony down the hall. 

There was nothing more frustrating than having to send them off to bed without him, when Steve's tie was hanging loose around his neck and his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, because a tipsy Tony was very handsy. The last thing he wanted was to be dealing with Harley when he could be upstairs with his partners.

It wasn't even that he hated Harley. They actually got along pretty well and Harley had lived with them briefly when they first moved to Manhattan. He had recently found his way back to Romania to help Bucky win the throne, but Harley was a free spirit, he never stayed one place long.

"I can't come home yet, Harley."

"You have to, Jamie. Bring your pets with you if you must, but you can't avoid this. Your people are dying, they need you."

"I don't even want to be king--"

"But you are, so suck it up and go rule over your people. Give them hope, they deserve that much at least."

"It's depressing to watch them suffer and be unable to do anything about it."

"Perhaps, but it's your duty to witness their pain. Come home, Jamie, please."

Bucky groaned.

"Fine, but I need to do something first."

Harley nodded.

"Just make it quick."

Pepper was easy enough to convince to join them, all it took was the promise of freedom from her restraints and she was eager to leave behind her old life. Peter was too young to understand what was happening, but Tony was more than willing to go, knowing that his son would be coming too.

Harley flew out with them and the first time he laid eyes on Peter, the baby asleep in Pepper's arms, he stopped and blinked at the head of curls and the chubby cheeks. 

He wasn't sure why he instantly felt so protective of the tiny human, but when Peter woke up and was running up and down the aisle Harley couldn't take his eyes off of him. Peter fell down at one point and started to cry and to his surprise, and everyone else's as well, Harley scooped him up.

Peter snuggled up close to him, unperturbed by the fact that he didn't know this man. Harley just patted his back awkwardly, feeling uncertain about whether he wanted to be touching this human or not. Still, his uncertainty didn't stop him from attempting to soothe the sniffling child.

"There, there, tiny human, don't cry. We wouldn't want the wolves to come and snatch you away now would we?"

Tony looked disturbed by the attempt to comfort his child, but Bucky didn't understand the strange look that he wore. It was common for vampires to tell their young cautionary tales, like the one about the child that was crying in the night and how their cries attracted the attention of the wolves that dragged them out of their bed. The little ones quickly learned not to cry, something that was most beneficial when they were young for so many years. 

Humans lose so much sleep in those first few years after having a child, but imagine if those two or three years lasted for hundreds of years. This is why vampires had nannies to care for their children and wetnurses to feed them. If they spent too much time with their offspring they would surely kill them.

"You ever held a baby before, Harls?" Bucky teased, pulling Peter out of his arms and cooing at the young boy. "Because you look like you're scared of this tiny little angel."

Harley rolled his eyes.

"I have interacted with a fledgling or two in my life, thank you very much. I remember when you were small enough that you couldn't leave your slave's side."

"She was a wetnurse."

"Is there a difference?"

Bucky shrugged.

"One is only for babies, the other is simply to fulfill that insatiable hunger that fills us all."

Pepper looked like she was reconsidering her decision to come with them, and like she might rip her child away from the man that so casually talked about keeping humans for his own pleasure. Bucky didn't seem to notice their discomfort though, sitting down next to Tony. Steve was sleeping against Tony's shoulder, but he shifted slightly when Peter smacked him in the face with a tiny little hand.

"No, no, Petey, no hitting," Tony scolded.

Bucky just chuckled.

"He must sense that Steve likes pain."

Tony narrowed his eyes at him.

"Don't encourage him. Weren't you the one talking about obedience anyway?"

"Yeah, but that was before and this is now. Besides, he's not my slave, I don't need him to obey me."

He said that so casually and Tony just rolled his eyes, because nothing could surprise him anymore, or so he thought. It was two week later when he was proven wrong.

"You can't bite him or do anything inappropriate until he's older," Bucky said, like he was laying out the terms of a business deal.

Harley rolled his eyes.

"I wasn't planning on it. I just think if we start training him young he'll be really obedient later on."

Bucky nodded in agreement and Tony glared at him.

"You can't keep him as a slave, but he could be your pet… in training," Bucky added when Tony looked like he was about to murder him. "And he has to live with Tony. You can have him during the day… I mean on the weekend… every other week."

Harley grumbled, but accepted the terms of agreement and they shook on it. Peter was happy enough just to cuddle up to Harley and the little boy pouted when he was set down.

"Be a good boy, Petey, and do as your daddy tells you while I'm away, okay?"

Peter nodded.

"Okay, Hawley."

Harley's eyes softened and he pressed a kiss to his curls.

"Good boy."

"What the fuck was that?" Tony demanded the moment the door shut behind Harley.

"What? It's good for Peter to have someone like Harley. He'll treat him right, and if they form a bond now, then there's no doubt that Harley will become just as devoted to Peter as Peter will be to him."

Tony smacked his chest, glaring at him.

"You just sold my baby!"

"I did not! There was no exchange of money. Technically, I didn't even trade him. You still own him for the time being, when he gets older that will change, but humans give up the rights to their kids when they turn eighteen anyway. You really only have a few more years before he's not yours," Bucky said like this was totally normal and reasonable.

"Okay, first of all, sixteen years is not just a couple more years and can we stop saying owned. I don't own my son, I have custody of him, shared custody, mind you."

Bucky rolled his eyes at the technicality.

"Okay, fine, you have shared custody now, when Peter's older we'll give Harley full custody of him."

Tony groaned in frustration.

"You're unbelievable!"

"What? Peter seems totally fine with it."

Tony just scoffed and scooped up his baby, slamming the door shut behind them.

"Did you really try to sell Peter?" Steve asked later that night.

Tony refused to sleep with them that night and Bucky honestly didn't see what the big deal was.

"No, I didn't. There was no money involved. Harley expressed an interest in training Peter and I think it will be beneficial. Vampires take protecting their humans very seriously and I think Harley is already developing a soft spot for Peter. It's a win-win scenario really."

Steve just shook his head and giggled.

"You really don't understand why Tony's pissed off do you?"

"No, I don't."

Steve sighed and snuggled up closer.

"You should apologize."

"I didn't do anything wrong," Bucky insisted.

"You should still apologize, that way Tony might come back to bed someday."

Steve was teasing him and it made Bucky huff.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," He grumbled.

Tony did eventually forgive him, but it took a lot of pleading and Bucky didn't understand why he had to do it. What he did know is that he missed Tony and wanted him to cuddle up to him again. Things did smooth over though and Tony had to admit that Harley was pretty great with Peter. He sometimes said and did the strangest things, like when he taught Peter how to kneel quietly and periodically fed him bites of cake to encourage the good behavior.

It wasn't exactly the normal upbringing he had hoped his son would have, but they lived in a world run by vampires now and normal now wasn't what was normal from back before Tony met Bucky. The older Peter got the more apparent it became to everyone that he was a natural like Steve. He could be stubborn at times and a total brat, but he was also sweet and adorable and eager to please and receive praise.

Bucky liked to say he was just like Tony, but Tony didn't see it and insisted he was just like Steve. Steve thought he had a lot in common with both Tony and Bucky. Pepper could clearly see that Peter shared traits with all three of his dads. Peter didn't just have three dads, he had three moms too, because Pepper ended up being charmed by Natasha and Becca.

With Bucky being open about his relationship with his humans and his readily accepted claims of them not only being his lovers, but also his queens, Becca felt comfortable letting Natasha officially be her lover and equal, though there was no doubt that Natasha had always been the one in control. Pepper fit right in with them and together with Steve, Bucky, and Tony, the six of them happily co-parented.

Steve never did stop drinking Bucky's blood, but his addiction was manageable and he was a functional person most days. Tony even tried it out and sometimes they'd both drink from Bucky just so they could experience the pleasurable effects together and play nice together, while their bodies were buzzing and hot all over and their cheeks were flushed so pretty. Bucky never drank anyone else's blood, never got another blood slave, content with living off of his humans and the years passed in the blink of an eye.

Now Peter's twenty-two and in love with Harley who regretted having him as a pet when he was an annoying teen that followed him around wearing shirts with memes on them. Now though, there was no doubt just how much he was lost on Peter.

"I was surprised when you stayed. I kinda thought you might move away at some point, lose interest."

Harley sighed and sipped his bourbon.

"I guess I finally found a reason worth staying."

His eyes landed on Peter, his hands digging around in the dirt as he dug up weeds and tended to his garden.

"He's had you wrapped around his finger since you first laid eyes on him," Bucky mused.

Harley chuckled, nodding.

"Yeah, he's really something else. I never really cared for humans, but there's just something about him, about his innocence, that makes me willing to kill for him."

Bucky barked out a laugh and Peter glanced up at them, tilting his head in question. A smirk played at Harley's lips and Peter's eyes narrowed in on it before he blushed bright red and looked away.

"It's hard to imagine that in a few years that tiny little human that blushes when I so much as look at him, will be king."

Bucky hummed.

"He's going to be a beloved king. Everyone adores him already and they've only known him for two decades."

"He won't get to rule long though," Harley said, a heaviness to his thoughts that always appeared when he realized just how short, how fleeting, his human's life was.

Bucky clapped Harley's shoulder.

"You'll be a good one to take up the mantle."

Harley rolled his eyes.

"You say that like you won't be around to do it."

"Nah, I'm ready to retire."

Harley sighed.

"I'll let Peter rule for ten years tops and then I'm gonna make Becca do it."

Bucky snorted.

"Oh she'll love that."

"Yeah, besides, I don't want to waste the few years I have with Peter focused on politics. You know that most humans don't live past one hundred?"

Bucky grimaced.

"Fuck, don't remind me."

"Dinner time!" Tony called, popping his head out the backdoor.

Bucky stood up obediently and kissed him.

"What is it?"

"Oh I don't know, Steve just told me to call you all inside."

Bucky chuckled and grabbed his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles before tugging him towards the dining room. Normal wasn't exactly the word Tony would use to describe their life, but Steve would say that it was normal for them and that's what made it beautiful. Neither of his husbands could disagree with that and as they all gathered around the table to eat, Tony curling up in Bucky's lap after a few glasses of wine, it was hard to feel anything but fond feelings.

Steve stood up when dinner was wrapping up, gathering up dishes before pressing a kiss to Tony's hair. He was already dozing off in Bucky's lap and Steve just smiled softly at the sight. Tony was just about the cutest ever, especially when he was asleep.

"I'll help with dishes," Peter said, standing up too.

He grabbed his and Harley's plates and Harley followed after him, because wherever Peter was, Harley was always dutifully watching and protecting and ensuring that his little human was safe and sound. Bucky carried Tony upstairs and laid him down in bed, waiting for Steve to appear and crawl into his lap, pressing up close and kissing him.

"I love you, Bucky Barnes, you know that don't you?"

Bucky cupped the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss, this one rougher, more heated, their tongues clashing and his fangs popping out to nick Steve's lip. Blood spilled over into their mouths and they both groaned at the taste. For Bucky it was sweet and for Steve it was salty and it made them both hard.

"Fuck, baby, I know, I love you so much, Stevie."

They were both down to drink and fuck, but Tony stirred, rubbing at his eyes adorably and pouting up at them.

"Snuggle me?" He asked so sweetly and they didn't have to think about it.

Steve climbed over the top of him, so Tony could be sandwiched in between them like he liked to be and they all cuddled up together.

"Night, love you," Tony mumbled.

"Night, sweetheart, love you too," Steve murmured, kissing his cheek.

Tony rubbed his cheek against Steve's chest and Bucky tightened his arms around his waist, kissing his temple.

"Sweet dreams, angel."