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notarmedandnotdangerous · 5 days ago

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Haiiii!!!! Idk if youre taking reqs but I'm just gonna put this here anyways... Do u think u could do anything sambucky related? 🙈

the sambucky has been served (?)

+18 mdni! bloodbound; a fic where sam, and bucky run into vampire!reader, and decides to let him join them, but only on one condition: he needs to be controlled.

cw: vampire!sub!m!reader, dom!bucky, dom!sam (somewhat), obedience training, feeding, dry humping, sam gets involved (unfortunately for him), bucky's a smug bastard, sam's very embarassed bcs wtf are you guys doing

word count: >4.4k

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!! @swiftie-fault

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on the fourth day, you realised something’s wrong with you.

you woke up craving something.

it wasn’t hunger, it was him.

bucky.

ever since you’ve had his blood, your senses were tuned to him like a curse. you felt it in your gums, in your jaw, in your fucking bones. tension coiled in your throat whenever he was in your vicinity. your eyes would track him automatically, and your fingers would twitch whenever he passed by you. it was fucking unbearable.

by noon, you were already shaking.

“alright.” he said, stepping in front of you to block the hallway like he had been waiting for this moment. “we need to talk.”

“what is it now? are you going to make me sit? roll over?” you sneered.

“stop acting like this.” he grabbed your arm, and you wince.

his grip tightened just slightly.

“you’re not dumb, no. you’re worse. you’re feral.”

you flashed your teeth at him, but he didn't flinch.

instead, he starts plotting.

—

an hour later, bucky found you pacing around the safehouse, clearly on edge.

“i have a deal.” he said, calm, and collected.

“yeah?”

“i’ll let you feed again.”

the silence was instant.

every muscle in your body went still, and your breath caught. your head lifted slowly like you were listening, but honestly all you heard was the word ‘feed’, and ‘again’.

“but only on one condition.” he continues. “you follow every single command i give you, and let me teach you control.”

at first, you’re in disbelief. not at the training itself, but the way bucky did it by offering his blood? it had you genuinely stunned.

you blinked at him.

“are you seriously bribing me with your blood right now?”

he just raised an eyebrow, and deadpanned.

“you respond to it, i’m not stupid.”

you scoffed at him like it was funny, like it hadn’t sunk in yet, but it already did, because he wasn’t wrong. you’ve felt off ever since you tasted him. hungrier, hotter, more insatiable. your thoughts blurred sometimes, like your body was tuned to a frequency only he can trigger.

still, you tried to fight it.

you rolled your eyes, and muttered.

“don’t train me like a dog, barnes.”

but bucky cut the inside of his wrist anyway, a clean, shallow line, just enough to draw blood.

the scent hit you instantly. it coiled in your chest like someone had you in a chokehold.

you blinked, and narrowed your eyes at him.

“oh, you think that’s going to work on me again?” you scoffed, pushing yourself up straighter against the wall like you’re not suddenly hyperaware of his scent. “cute.”

he didn’t reply, just took a slow step closer, close enough that the scent started to curl in the air.

you clenched your jaw, and you were sure bucky caught your reaction.

“that’s low, barnes.” you muttered like it was an accusation, like your spine wasn’t already stiffening from restraint, like your pupils weren’t dilating, like your fingers weren’t already curling into the hem of your shirt, holding yourself back.

he crouched, and tilted his hand just slightly, letting the scent carry stronger.

“fuck you.” you gritted.

you closed your eyes like it’d help, but it only made everything worse.

“..you really going to keep using that on me?” you asked, voice tight.

“you keep saying you don’t want to be trained like a dog, but you keep reacting like one.”

you flinched.

your lip curled into a sneer, but it was weak. it slipped when you inhale deeply on accident, and your entire body tensed. your stomach twisted, and you could feel your mouth water.

“you- you can’t just do that!” you barked suddenly, voice cracking. “that’s- that’s cheating!”

“is it?” he asked, smoothly. “or are you just mad because i outsmarted you?”

you were about to clap back, but he continued.

“you talk big, but i already found your weakness.” he drawls. “you’re not complicated, you just fold whenever i bleed.”

that smug glint in bucky’s eyes made something snap in you.

“keep talking, and i will pounce.”

his brow lifted, lips parting.

“you’ll pounce? what are you going to do? bite me?”

“i fucking will.” you growled, teeth flashing. “i’ll tear into your throat right fucking now, fuck the consequences.”

and the worst part was that you fully meant it. you ached to. your fangs itched behind your lips, and your body was practically vibrating. the only thing that held you back was that smug, self-satisfied glint in his eyes, and your stubborn pride that refuses to give him the satisfaction.

bucky leaned in, ever so slightly, and dropped his voice.

“then fucking do it. show me how badly you want it.”

you twitched.

he was testing you, tempting you, and you hate just how much you wanted to fail on purpose.

you don’t remember how you got to his room, everything was a blur after that last look he gave you.

now the door slammed shut behind you, and you’re stumbling backwards, only to be dragged forward by the back of your neck.

bucky backed the both of you slowly to his bed, letting your body lay on top of his on the bed.

“you’re not being cute.” you growled, but you didn’t make an effort to get up.

he didn’t answer, just raised his wrist, and put it close to your face, one hand still gripping your neck.

the scent hit you like a fucking truck.

“no- fuck, don’t- don’t you fucking dare-”

then he fisted your hair, and pulled, dragging you forward to shove your mouth directly against the side of his throat.

the second your lips touched skin, it’s over.

you let out a shuddering breath against him. his scent crashed into you like a wave. you felt the blood rushing beneath, so close that you could just drink from him in a heartbeat. every cell in your body was screaming at you to give in, to bite.

and god, it would be so convenient, but you don’t. you couldn’t.

because if you gave in now, you’ll lose everything. your pride, your leverage, and your fucking defiance.

your fists clenched next to bucky’s head, and you tremble. every muscle in your body pulled taut with restraint. your voice was hoarse when you finally spoke.

“don’t.. don’t make me do this, bucky.”

“you already want to.”

“i know.” you pulled back just enough for you to pant against his collarbone. “but i’m not going to.”

you pressed your forehead to his neck instead, shaking, dizzy.

“i hate you.”

his fingers tightened in your hair.

“you’re not fighting very hard.”

“don’t make me.” you gritted your teeth.

“make you?” he echoes. “sweetheart, i’ve barely touched you, and you’re already shaking.”

bucky was right, and you hated it.

your whole body was trembling, and you felt like a live wire about to nap. your jaw ached from clenching it so tight. the way your lips brushed the hollow of his throat with every ragged exhale made it feel like hell.

“you talk like you’re above it, like you’re untouchable. but the second you smell my blood, you fall apart.”

“i do not.”

“not yet.”

you growled, strangled, not at him, but at yourself. you wanted to lose, you wanted to bite, to sink your teeth into him.

but you didn’t.

you held your ground, barely.

then it happened. your mouth started to water.

it caught you off-guard with how fast it built, thick saliva gathering at the corners of your lips, sliding down your chin. you could feel the heat of it.

bucky stilled, and his hand tightened just slightly in your hair.

you could see, and feel the movement of his throat as he swallowed once, the subtle brace in his posture. he was expecting it, the snap, the bite, the loss of control.

but it never came, because instead, your tongue slipped out, and you licked a slow, trembling stroke against his skin.

he shuddered, and you felt it. the way his breath caught, the way his grip in your hair tightened slightly, and the way his thigh flexed under yours.

still no one moved.

your mouth opened again, and another thin thread of drool slipped from the corner of your lips. you pressed back in, licking up the edge of his throat, dragging your tongue along his pulse point.

“you’re drooling.” he said quietly, as if he was trying to not react.

you licked again, slower this time, letting a wet, shameful sound spread in the quiet of the room. you weren’t biting, but you were feeding off him anyway. not in the way that he expected, but in a way that was somehow worse, more intimate.

“you’re insane.” he murmured. “but you didn’t bite.”

then bucky’s free hand slid to your jaw, thumb catching the shine at the corner of your mouth. he wiped it away like he was cleaning you up after something indecent.

he fucking was.

“..fuck you.” you whispered. “i hate that you’re right.”

“don’t hate me for knowing you.” then his hand in your hair loosened.

you shook your head slowly.

“you’re so fucking unfair.”

“i gave you a choice.”

“no you didn’t. you know i wanted it.”

“i know you needed it.” he corrected.

you peeled your mouth away from his throat, slow, and shaky, like you were dragging yourself out of a fire. you pressed your forehead to his shoulder instead, body trembling from resistance.

“..i didn’t lose.”

he hummed, not smug anymore, just pleased.

you hated how good it felt, how warm, how easy it was to lean into him after all that.

“no, you didn’t.” his arms wrapped around you then like it was natural. he pulled you into his chest, and let you collapse there, overstimulated from nothing but scent, and restraint.

“you did better than i expected.” he murmured. “next time, there won’t be a warning.”

“next time, i’m going to bite your fucking ear off.”

bucky laughed, actually laughed.

“it’s not fair.” you whispered. “i hate how good it- you smell.”

your voice broke again, and you turned your face away like that’ll hide it.

“then do what i tell you, and you can have it.” he nodded once. “my wrist, my neck, whatever you can handle.”

you swallowed hard. your instincts screamed at you to just take it now, to tackle him, pin him down, and drink until you forget your own name.

but you didn't move, you waited.

—

at first, bucky tries simple commands.

he was sitting across from you, relaxed, legs spread, watching like he already knew how this would end. there was still a thin trail of blood drying on the inside of his wrist, leftover from the bribe that got you in this position in the first place.

you hated how you could still smell him.

“come here.”

“no.” your response was instant, sharp.

he didn’t move, just tipped his head slightly, like he was trying to understand something, like he was trying to understand you.

“you want more.” he said softly. “but you’re acting like you don’t.”

you hesitated, before speaking.

“..i don’t want anything from you.”

bucky hummed, calm, and steady.

it pisses you the fuck off more than usual because of the ache inside your chest, because of the way your body was still buzzing from anticipation.

your body betrayed you. even when you kept your eyes cold, and unmoving, your stance was wrong, way too tight. there was too much tension in your shoulders, it was obvious that you were holding yourself back.

and of course, he noticed.

“you’re going to break so pretty.” he said under his breath, and it fucked you up how your thighs twitched at that.

you didn’t listen, you didn’t obey. not yet.

—

an hour had passed since bucky started with you.

you were sweating, not from exertion, but from the slow, dragging pace of his voice, and presence.

you had expected him to yell, to force you down, and hurt you.

but he didn’t. he was patient, unrelenting. he let you go at your own chosen speed.

“come on, sit here.” he patted his thigh. “you don’t even have to do anything, just sit.”

you hesitated.

“is it because you’re scared of how it’ll feel?”

you hated him so fucking much.

you sat.

bucky didn’t touch you, didn’t reach for you. he just gave you a small nod, like he was trying to say ‘that’s it’, like it was enough, for now.

“you’re good like this, you don’t even know it yet.”

you felt your cheeks burn with shame, but you stayed.

—

another two hours passed since all this started.

this time, bucky didn’t wait for you to obey. he touches you, a hand at your nape.

you stiffened, then stayed, standing still in front of him.

“down.” he ordered gently, and you blink at him.

he applied just enough pressure that your knees buckle, and you found yourself kneeling in front of him.

“you’re not even thinking about saying no anymore, huh?”

your jaw clenches. you wanted to snap, to bark something mean at him, but your body didn’t cooperate. your chest was heaving, and your pupils were blown wide.

you ended up not saying anything.

he leaned forward, and ran his metal fingers through your hair.

then his voice drops.

“you’ll kneel for me next time without being asked.”

—

five hours had passed.

you were getting more, and more pliant, and you fucking hated it.

the next order was somehow even softer.

“lie down.”

you obeyed.

the ground was cold, and you were trembling, eyes wide, unsure of what you were becoming. there was a dull ache pulsing beneath your skin, a hunger that only bucky could satisfy.

he straddled your hips, but he didn’t touch you sexually. but the weight of him? it did something to you.

“you feel that?” he asked. “that pull inside your gut? that heat?”

you nodded without hesitation, and it shocked you. your lips parted as if you wanted to take the words back, but the pleased look in his eyes held you still

“then ask for it.”

you hesitated, before you finally speaking.

“..please.”

“you’ll be so good for me.” he whispered. “you are good. you just needed a little push, a little reminder, didn't you?”

—

on the sixth hour, you ended up on his lap.

your head rested against his shoulder. your lips were warm against his throat, where you almost bit, but you didn’t, not until he gave you permission. you were quiet, breathing shallow.

bucky’s fingers stroked up, and down your spine. every pass just made you sink deeper into his control. he didn’t need to command you anymore, you followed him instinctively, obedient, and pliant.

his voice was the only thing you needed to respond to.

“you’ll listen to me from now on, won’t you?”

“..yes.”

“you’ll kneel when i tell you to, sit when i say, bite when i say.”

“..yes.”

—

the door creaked open behind you, but you barely registered it.

you were still dizzy from the last six hours of repeated submission. your skin was flushed, nerves tingling with anticipation, and bucky’s voice still echoed in your head.

‘good boy, just like that.’

‘you’re learning fast now.’

his hand never left the back of your neck when he guided you out into the living room.

sam was standing by the wall. he straightened when he saw you, and bucky emerge, but his expression shifted the moment he really got a look at you.

you were clinging to bucky’s side, chest heaving, face flushed.

bucky’s shirt was rumpled, collar stained faintly pink. he looked wrecked, but also fully in control, like he had spent hours taming a wild thing, and enjoyed every fucking second of it.

the ‘wild thing’ in question was you, of course.

“this part of the training protocol? were you both training or fucking?” sam asked flatly.

bucky didn’t bother answering, just sat on the couch, spread his thighs, and gently pulled you down between them.

you didn’t resist. you went down easy, knees on the floor, hands resting behind your back.

“i want to test how well he holds it together.” he said. “in front of someone else.”

“..like a dog show?” sam muttered.

his voice faltered when he saw bucky offer you his wrist, and he watched you hesitate in real time.

your eyes flicked to it, then to bucky’s throat.

“no. not there.”

bucky raised his brow at you.

“no?”

“i want it from your neck. please. i’ve been good, haven’t i?”

sam fucking choked.

“man, you said wrist-”

“sam.” he said sharply, still not looking away from you. “if he loses control, you pull him off.”

his voice was gentle again when he returned to you.

“you really think you can handle that?”

you nodded desperately.

“please- i need it.”

bucky considered for a long moment, then he nodded, and tipped his head to the side, exposing the thick, vulnerable line of his throat.

you climbed up onto his lap quietly, letting his hand cup the back of your skull, pulling you forward.

the second your fangs sank in, the both of you gasped.

his hand gripped your hair tighter, fisting your shirt. his hips jerked up instinctively, grinding against the cradle of your thighs.

you moaned as the taste flooded your mouth. his scent drowned your senses, and your whole body arches into him while his blood buzzed through your veins.

“fuck-” he chokes, his head dropping back against the cough. “that’s- ngh, fucking filthy-”

you were whimpering against his throat, mouth locked tight as you drank. your hips grinded back against his, unconsciously seeking friction. every pull of your lips only served to make his cock twitch where it’s pressing hard between your bodies.

at some point, bucky just stopped resisting, and started to rut up into you.

“jesus.” sam mutters under his breath.

he was watching, still standing. but his arms were folded tightly across his chest now, jaw clenched, like he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.

the moans somehow got worse.

bucky’s voice was wrecked now.

“you were supposed to be good- but you’re fucking-” he grunts. “fucking seducing me? rutting against me like this?”

you whined into his skin, body going pliant, fingers digging into his chest.

you were both lost in it, moving together in a desperate rhythm. his blood coated your tongue, and your lips.

sam’s voice came out strangled.

“okay, what the fuck is going on-”

but he was flushed, hands now gripping the edge of the counter, like he was debating whether to leave, or to stay, and watch.

you finally pulled off, mouth slick, pupils blown wide.

bucky was panting, his hands still trembling where they held you.

you were flushed, feral, and blissed the fuck out.

and sam just stared.

“..you said this was training?”

bucky smirked faintly.

“it is.”

sam eyed both of you.

“..you sure he’s not fucking you?” he said, but his gaze lingered on the wet, bitten, sore mess on bucky’s throat, and the way your hips were still twitching against his.

just as you whimpered, sam spoke again.

“okay. that’s enough training for today.”

—

a few minutes had passed, and sam still hasn’t sat down. he was still standing stiffly by the wall, arms folded, jaw clenched, visibly trying not to look at the swollen mess of bucky’s throat.

he’s tense, confused, trying to process how the same creature that moaned, and rutted like a bitch in heat less than ten minutes ago is now sitting still, waiting to obey.

“show him.” bucky said. “from the beginning, just like i taught you.”

you straightened your back.

“kneel.”

you shifted back instantly, and your knees spread wider, hands behind your back, posture perfect, tamed.

sam stared, then frowned.

“..you trained him to fucking kneel?”

“not just that.” bucky hummed.

he tilted your chin up with two fingers.

“snarl.”

your body tightened, and you bare your teeth, slow, and controlled, lips curling back to reveal sharp fangs. then you let out a low, guttural snarl from your throat. it wasn’t feral, practiced, like it was like muscle memory.

sam startled.

“..okay, what the actual fuck-”

“show him your throat.” bucky cut in.

at once, your shoulders relaxxed, and you tilted your head to the side, exposing the vulnerable curve of your neck. your fangs were still bared, but yielding, submissive.

bucky then smiled, clearly pleased.

“he snarls when i tell him to, he submits when i tell him to.”

“what kind of training is this exactly?” sam asked.

“watch this.” bucky’s voice sharpened. “attack.”

you leap. not recklessly, but in a flash of movement. you lunged at bucky, fangs bared, teeth just grazing the skin of his throat, and then you froze. you were exactly one inch from biting, shaking with tension, but you didn’t move, you didn’t bite.

bucky’s hand closed gently around your nape.

“good boy.” he whispered.

you fucking whimpered.

and sam? he’s fucking horrified.

“you taught him to fucking attack you?!”

“and not follow through.” bucky says calmly, squeezing your nape gently, as a sign that you could let go. “that’s the difference, he used to bite without thinking about the consequences, but now he waits.”

sam dragged a hand down his face.

“i literally just watched him drink from your neck like it was fucking porn-”

bucky then backed away, close to the door now, and his voice turned gentle again.

“crawl for me.”

you dropped instantly on all fours, and began crawling slowly towards bucky. your movements were graceful, paced, and silent.

“..dude.” sam watched, mouth half-open. “that is not how he moved when he had his mouth on you.” he walked towards the couch, and plopped down on it.

“go to sam.” bucky said quietly.

you blinked up at him from where you were kneeling. you could still feel the buzz of praise lingering in your chest from earlier, like it was fucking implanted into you.

bucky didn’t need to be harsh anymore, just the sound of his voice was enough to make you move.

you crawled slowly across the floor, until you reached sam.

he was sitting stiffly on the couch, like he was trying very hard not to react. but his posture was tense, and his eyes were wide when you finally stopped in front of him, and sat back on your heels directly between his spread legs.

you tilted your head, and blinked up at him, like you were silently asking ‘is this good? am i good?’

sam swore under his breath.

“bucky, what the fuck are you doing?”

bucky didn’t say anything, just leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, watching lazily.

you didn’t look away from sam, just shifted a little closer until your knees touched the tips of his shoes.

“go on, show him how good you can be.” bucky hummed from afar.

so you did, slowly, delicately. you leaned forward, and nuzzled your cheek up against sam’s inner thigh.

he jumped like you bit him.

“hey-” he choked out, hand twitching as if he couldn’t decide whether to shove you back or to pull you closer. “what the- why are you- don’t rub your face there, oh my god-”

you blinked up at him again, pressing your cheek against the warmth of his leg.

“you said you were keeping him on a leash.” he hissed. “you didn’t say you turned him into some- some obedience slut!”

bucky chuckled.

“i didn’t say he was leashed, i said he was trained.”

sam’s jaw tightened, and his hand gripped the couch cushion as tight as he could, willing himself to not get hard. you heard his breath catch when you exhaled slowly against the seam of his jeans.

“okay, okay. stop.” he muttered, legs twitching like he was about to kick you. “this is so fucking indecent- what the fuck is wrong with both of you?”

neither you or bucky spoke.

you just kept rubbing your cheek against sam’s thigh, nuzzling into the warmth of him through the fabric of his jeans, letting your breath spill hot right where it’d do the most damage. you didn’t even realise how much you were affecting him.

sam went stiff as a board.

his hand hovered above your head like he might push you away, but he never did. his legs shifted nervously, and he’s breathing harder now, like he was trying to not feel it.

but you kept going.

you rubbed your cheek a little higher, and pressed your nose into the crease of his thigh. you let your lips part just enough for him to feel the faintest puff of warm air through his jeans. and when you blinked up at him again, he fucking froze.

“fuck.” he whispered under his breath.

you weren’t even touching him properly, and he looked like he was about to break. he was flushed from his face all the way down his neck. there was a bead of sweat on his temple while his fingers curled tightly into the couch cushion like he needed something to anchor himself with.

then bucky spoke.

“alright, that’s enough.”

sam swore he felt relief rush through his body.

you paused, but kept your cheek pressed against sam’s thigh for a little longer, waiting to see if he wanted more.

bucky’s voice was firmer now.

“i said that’s enough. you’re going to kill him if you keep it up.”

you blinked slowly, then pulled back with a dreamy little sigh, dragging your cheek one last time along the curve of sam’s thigh before getting back on your knees.

sam was left there flushed, breathless, and wrecked. he didn’t say a word for a solid thirty seconds, just stared ahead with wide eyes.

“he’s got fangs, sam.” bucky said. “and he won’t hesitate to purr when you treat him right.”

sam made a strangled sound, and sunk back against the couch like he had aged a decade in five minutes.

“don’t ever make him do that again.” he mumbled, covering his face with his hand while he adjusted his pants. “i need to take a walk, or a vow of celibacy.”

bucky just shrugs.

“then stop asking if he’s really obedient.”

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notarmedandnotdangerous · 8 days ago

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+18 mdni! bloodbound; a fic where sam, and bucky run into vampire!reader, and decides to let him join them, but only on one condition: he needs to be controlled.

cw: vampire!m!reader, sam, bucky's your handler, mentions of blood, feeding, suggestive, bucky's into letting u feed from him (he whimpers)

word count: >6k

a/n: SO theres no smut yet but its okay we're working on it. it might happen in the next few parts. maybe.

[1] [2]

!! @swiftie-fault

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everything started in a back alley. it was quiet, wet, and the kind of place where people go missing.

you were crouched over the body like a beast, fangs still sunk in when you hear footsteps. they were fast, heavy, human, but trained.

the man was still twitching beneath you when they found you.

you’ve drained people before, but this one? you were hungry, reckless, you hadn’t fed properly in fucking days. there was blood on your tongue, your chin, all over your clothes.

you don’t know when they approached, but you could practically feel the tension drop into the alley like a blade.

“don’t move.” the voice was low.

you lifted your head slowly, tongue running lazily along your fangs. the man under you was almost dead. his mouth was agape, head lolled to the side, throat smeared with blood and bite marks, while you kneeled over him like a vulture feeding on a carcass.

the two men at the entrance of the alley didn't even flinch.

“step away from him.” bucky barked.

“shit. he’s drained.” sam muttered.

“really? you brought friends? how cute.” you cooed sweetly to the man who was currently unconscious under you. then you rose to your feet fluidly, licking your fingers like you’ve just finished dinner.

sam tightens the grip on his shield, while bucky’s hand tightens on the trigger.

“i said step back, now.” bucky growls. “now.”

you studied them, they wore tactical gear, and gloves. one of them carried wings on his back: sam wilson, and the other was dressed in black with a vibranium arm: bucky barnes. you’ve heard of the both of them, but you didn’t think you’d actually get the chance to see them up close.

they watched in curiosity as you stared them down.

then you smelled something delicious on the taller one.

barnes.

his blood would be hot.

you could feel it pulsing already. it took effort to not show your hunger.

“i didn’t hear you coming.” you lied.

“..that a compliment?” bucky asks.

you grin, full of teeth.

“you smell good.”

he doesn’t blink.

sam shifts.

“alright drac. back away from the guy, hands where we can see them.”

“or what?” you stretch. “you’ll kill me?”

“no, but we’ll make sure you regret trying anything.” he continues.

your eyes flicked to the belt at sam’s hip. there were darts, probably laced with sedatives.

bucky steps closer now, slowly, to not startle you.

“name.”

you watch his expression. you could snarl, maybe even strike before he fires, but you’d probably lose. it wasn’t because they were stronger, fuck no. it was mostly because you weren’t quite at your full potential, especially not when you’ve been hungry for almost a week.

“you tell me yours first.”

“james bucky barnes.” he continues.

“mm. i know.”

he’s right in front of you now.

you wonder if he’s ever been fed from. you wonder if he’d let you.

you smile wider at the thought.

“call me whatever you want, it won’t make a difference.”

“we’ll start with dangerous asshole then.” sam mutters.

you wink at them.

then bucky makes the first move.

a flash of silver streaks through the air, a dart, needle thin, and it lodges itself in your shoulder.

you hissed at the sting, before pulling it straight out. you frown at the blue serum dripping from the tip.

“..seriously?” you pause mid-motion, staring at it, then back at them. “that’s cute.”

sam’s eyes widen. “that was supposed to sedate him, buck-”

they don’t even have time to blink before you close the distance.

you kick sam straight in the chest, sending him flying backwards into the wall with a grunt.

then you slam bucky into the ground, his metal arm pinned, flesh wrist twisted in your grip, legs straddling his hips.

he grunts, struggling, but he’s not fast enough, not against something like you.

your face was just inches away from him.

“you thought that would stop me, barnes?” you snarl. “one little dart? you really don’t know what you’re dealing with, do you?”

bucky could feel the unnatural strength behind your body, could see the way your pupils were blown wide, and inhuman.

“you know how easy it’s be for me to rip your throat open, right fucking now?” you growl. “maybe i’ll just drain you right here. rip your suit open, sink in deep. i bet you taste good. all sweet, and warm.”

he doesn’t move, but his breath hitches. his hands twitch in your grip like he wants to throw you off, but he doesn’t, because deep down, he knows he wouldn’t win.

you lean closer, your breath ghosting against his jaw.

“maybe i’ll drain you slow, make you feel every fucking second of it. bite down, and drink until your heartbeat starts skipping, until your fingers twitch, until your eyes roll back, and you finally stop fighting.”

you open your mouth, and press your fangs against his skin, before everything shudders. your hands slip, and your vision doubles.

“what- fuck.” you blink, the heat in your chest extinguishes like a flame while your fangs retracted without your consent.

bucky stares up at you, watching your pupils dilate while your body starts to slump.

and then you collapsed, dead weight on top of him. you were out cold.

sam stumbles back into view, gasping.

“did it work?”

“eventually.” bucky groans, pushing your limp body off of him.

“is he dead?” sam tilts his head, watching you.

bucky lays you down properly.

“no. he was about to eat me.”

“hot.” sam coughs.

“shut up.”

—

you came to with a hiss in your throat, and the faint scent of antiseptic stinging your nose.

the lights above you were too bright. you blinked hard, your limbs felt like they’ve been filled with wet sand. it wasn’t even pain, just weight. and beneath your skin, a dull burn curled in your gut. hunger, again.

“hey.” a voice said softly. “you were out for a while. scared us a little, sorry i had to use the dart on you.”

you turned your head to see sam next to you.

he looked down at you from the side of the bed, arms folded like he wasn’t sure if he should be pissed or worried, probably the latter. behind him, a monitor beeped steadily. you were safe with them, apparently.

you were just about to speak, then the sound of boots approached.

the door opened, and bucky stepped in. his hair was still damp, sleeves pushed up to his forearms, his expression unreadable. he was holding a hospital-grade blood bag in his hand.

your stomach turned.

he walked over, set it down on your lap, and stood awkwardly by sam’s side.

“here.” bucky whispered. “go on.”

you stared at it. it was plastic, processed, cold, and dead.

“that’s not what i want. i’m not drinking that bagged shit.” you spoke, finally.

“it’s.. o-negative. isn’t that supposed to be like extra rare or something?” he narrowed his eyes at you, genuinely confused.

your lip curled slightly as you shook your head.

“it’s not about type, idiot. i don’t drink bagged blood.”

“why not?”

you swallowed. the scent of him ghosting past your senses made your head spin slightly. you hated how badly you reacted to it now, how your hunger zeroed in on him, and only him.

“i want it straight from the source.”

“you do know that you’re not exactly in a position to be demanding, right?” sam asked.

something flickered behind bucky’s eyes, before he spoke.

“okay,” he said eventually. “we’ll.. figure it out.”

“don’t feed me like a dog, barnes.”

that made him flinch, just a little.

“i wasn’t-” he started, then stopped. “alright, point taken.”

you turned your face away, but not before catching the brief glance between sam, and bucky. you didn’t know what it meant, but you couldn’t care enough to ask.

“you want to try the self introduction again?” sam asks. “name, age, and the reason why you were draining a guy in an alleyway like it was happy hour at a bar?”

you roll your eyes, and looked back at them.

“name’s not important.”

“it is, if you want us to stop calling you ‘nosferatu’ or something.” he continues.

“i don’t give it unless i want to.”

“then what do you want?” bucky asks.

“is that even a fucking question right now?”

a long pause.

bucky raises his eyebrow.

“do you have like a.. thing? preference or something?”

“yours. i can smell it from here.”

sam groans.

“okay, we get it, jesus.” he sighs. “we’ve got a mission, and you’re a complication. you weren’t in the plan, but you’re not useless.”

“aw, you planning to recruit me? are we going to form a little trio?”

“if you want out of this room, then yes.” bucky adds.

“that’s it? i help you finish your little mission, and you give me.. what? amnesty? freedom?”

“structure.” he says. “blood, and routine.”

you raise a brow.

“a leash?”

“a handler.” sam gestures at bucky. “him.”

you laugh, full, and fanged.

“you’re joking.”

“nope.” sam shakes his head.

you push to your feet in one slow, fluid motion. then you stalk forward until you’re only inches from bucky.

“you really think you can control me?”

“yeah.” he replies.

you snarl, and you shove his chest. but you’re slammed into a wall before you even knew it. his metal arm was pressed against your throat, not choking, just holding. you could’ve fought back, you honestly should’ve. but your fingers twitch, and your knees go weak, you don’t completely hate this.

“starving already, aren’t you?” he leans in, not breaking eye contact.

you swallow, and your mouth fucking waters.

“you want blood? then fucking earn it.” then he lets go of you, and walks out of the room with sam.

—

later, when bucky’s finally busy, sam finds you alone in the room, still pacing around.

“i’m not hungry.” you said. “if that’s what this is.”

he didn’t answer at first, just shut the door gently, and leaned against the wall.

“didn’t come to feed you. came to talk.”

you turned slowly, eyeing him with suspicion.

“about what?”

“about your attitude.”

“didn’t you quite literally kidnap me?” you barked a dry laugh. “you think this is easy, wilson?”

“no.” he replied almost instantly. “but i think you’re making it harder for everyone, yourself included.”

that hit something raw, and you looked away.

“bucky thinks you’re dangerous.” he continued. “i think you’re scared.”

your gaze snapped back almost immediately.

“i’m not-”

“yeah, you are.” he sighed. “look, we brought you here because you’re not useless. but that doesn’t mean we’ll let you do whatever the fuck you want.”

you said nothing.

“you don’t have to like it, but you’re under our roof now. and if you’re going to act like a feral cat every time someone breathes near you-”

“then let me leave, wilson.”

sam tensed almost immediately.

“you’re not a prisoner.”

"could've fooled me.” you huffed.

when he stepped closer, you finally looked up, eyes sharp.

“you want something from me. you think i’m a weapon.” you said. “fine, use me, but don’t even pretend this is about ‘helping’ me.”

“it is, but it’s also about control, discipline. you snap at the wrong time, someone dies, and you get caught? that’s on you.”

you shrugged.

“then fucking chain me. save yourself the speech.”

“no. you’re better than that.” he spoke, before stepping back.

“you don’t know a damn thing about me.”

“i know you haven’t lost control since we dragged you out of that mess. you could’ve drained bucky when you pinned him down, but you didn’t.” he sighed. “so yeah, i think i know enough.”

a few moments passed, and you just.. stared at sam.

“..and what do you want from me now?”

“cooperation.” he said simply. “try your best, or don’t. your choice.”

then the door shut behind him.

you barely rest the entire night.

—

then it was already the second day.

the sun slants through the blinds in narrow streaks, casting harsh lines across the walls of your ‘room’. you were already awake, had been the entire night, when the doorknob turned. but you don’t react, you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of a reaction coming from you.

it’s not sam who walks in this time, it’s bucky.

he was holding something. two mugs of coffee, one’s plain black, the other with milk, probably yours. he doesn’t say anything at first, just sets the mug down on a nearby table, and leans against the wall like he’s trying to not look like he was waiting for a reaction.

“you sleep?” he asks, voice low, and rough.

you took a quick glance at the mug, then at him.

“you know it’s useless for me to drink that, right?”

something flickered across bucky’s face, like he wasn’t sure if this was a good idea in the first place. anyone who had eyes could see him panic when he realised he didn’t get the reaction he expected. he knew he should’ve studied about vampires before offering you things, at least he didn’t offer you garlic.

“right.” he said, already moving to grab your mug. “yeah. i wasn’t sure if-”

you cut him off by grabbing the mug anyway. you took a long sip, and tried to look completely unfazed, like you were doing it out of boredom, not interest.

then you grimace.

“this tastes like ass.”

he blinks, and his shoulders do a weird little shrug, almost like he’s bracing for you to spit it back at him.

“oh, sorry. i didn’t know vampires don’t- uh.. eat, or whatever.”

you shrugged, before taking another sip.

“we can, but it just doesn’t do anything. just tastes burnt most of the time.”

bucky clears his throat awkwardly.

“right, got it.”

you continued to take small sips, all while staring at the hands of the clock they set on your bedside table. you hated the way it tasted. bitter, burnt, and completely useless to you. but you drank it anyway, even if it tasted like ass, which it absolutely did.

you braced yourself, and finished the whole damn thing. because for some reason, he chose to put in the effort for you, and you weren’t about to let that go to waste, no matter how bad of a mood you were in.

he watched for a moment longer, before he pulled something from his back pocket. it was a deck cards. he walked towards you, sat on the edge of your bed, and set it down in front of you.

“..what is this?” you ask flatly.

“war.” he says. “card game. easy rules, no brain power needed.”

you stared at the cards for a good while, then him, the man who brought you coffee for no good reason.

“..fine.”

—

you ended up playing for longer than you meant to.

you didn’t talk much, but bucky didn’t press either. he just played, let the silence stretch without getting uncomfortable. sometimes he makes a dry comment, sometimes he doesn’t. and when you lose a round, you roll your eyes and let out a string of curses.

by the time sam got home, it was already three in the afternoon. he came into the room, only to be met by a glare from bucky, which screamed ‘don’t ruin it.’.

after a moment of silence, sam tilts his head at you.

“he beat you at war, huh?”

“shut up.” you scowl.

he just grins, and leaves the room.

but the next part surprises even more.

when bucky beats you three more times, he stands up, and moves to the door.

“you coming?” he turned around, and asked like it was nothing, like it was normal.

you blinked at him.

“..the room?” you asked cautiously, as if you were expecting this to be a test.

“come out. stretch your legs, get some air, or whatever.”

you eyed him, then the door behind him.

“aren’t you supposed to like.. i don’t know, keep me in here?”

“you weren’t locked in in the first place. just.. don’t do anything stupid.” he continued.

“what?” you were confused now.

bucky blinked, then huffs a little.

“the door was never locked.”

you go still immediately.

“it was never locked. thought you knew that.”

your face burned immediately.

“you- what the fuck?” you snap, but it was weak, humiliated.

you shot to your feet, and crossed the room. you grabbed the doorknob, twisted it, and it opened. just like that.

it was never locked.

you felt like a fool who unknowingly caged himself in.

bucky watches your reaction.

“didn’t stop you though.”

you glared at the floor.

“you could’ve told me.”

“and ruin the experiment?” he lifts a brow at you, clearly proud with himself.

you nearly combust on the spot.

—

the door creaked open wider as bucky left his room, holding something behind his back.

you didn’t look at him at first. you were still bitter about the whole ‘the door was never locked’ thing. but he snapped you out of your thoughts when he tossed something soft at you.

you caught it awkwardly. a hoodie?

“put that on.” he spoke, while throwing on his leather jacket, and cap. “we’re going out.”

you blinked.

“out where exactly?”

“out out.”

“..i thought i wasn’t allowed to leave?”

“you’re with me.” somehow, he looked entirely unbothered. “besides, i’m not going to let you rot in there. any longer, and you might start counting the tiles or something.”

“already did.” you spoke as you threw the hoodie on, trailing behind him as he led you out of the safehouse.

—

once you were outside, your eyes burned almost immediately. you flinched, squinting hard. the light stung, not enough to kill you, but just enough to make you hiss under your breath. you ducked your head, sticking close to bucky’s side.

budapest was.. alive.

there were so many things going on at once. cars, people, smells, music. children laughing, food sizzling, languages you hadn’t heard in years. you turned in slow circles as you walked, taking it all in like you were seeing colour for the first time. it wasn’t entirely your fault though, you had no choice but to hide in the darkness for years on end.

bucky kept glancing at you from beneath the brim of his cap.

“you really haven’t been out like this in a while, huh.” he muttered.

you didn’t answer, just stared at a busker strumming something wild, and fast, eyes wide like a caveman who had just discovered fire.

“how the fuck haven’t you burned to a crisp by now..” he asked quietly.

“i’m not that kind of vampire. just.. light sensitive, slower, weaker. i can still function.”

“huh.“ he sounded skeptical, for some reason. “barely.”

“shut up.” you elbowed him.

and for the first time since being assigned to be your ‘handler’, bucky wasn’t just going it out of obligation. he was genuinely curious, and he cared.

—

the walk home was quiet, but not awkward.

it was six in the evening, and you were tired, drained in a way that wasn’t entirely about the sun. but there was a kind of warmth blooming in your chest that you hadn’t felt in years.

bucky walked beside you, plastic cup in hand, sipping whatever disaster he had bought at that last cafe just to see your face when you tried it.

“you looked like you were about to throw hands with that pigeon.”

“it was staring at me, barnes.”

“it’s a pigeon?”

“it was plotting something.”

he smirked, shaking his head as he unlocked the door.

the moment you stepped inside, you sighed with relief. there wasn’t any more sharp sunlight prickling your skin. you peeled your hoodie off, and slumped against the entryway wall.

“i’m going to sleep for a year.” you sighed.

“you’ll sleep after dinner.” came a voice from the kitchen.

you froze.

bucky groaned.

“sam.” he sighed.

sam leaned out from behind the kitchen wall.

“i’m writing a field report.” he said with a grin. “and i need quotes.”

you rolled your eyes at him.

“so, dinner, and interviews.” he spoke, weirdly delighted.

you, and bucky exchanged a look. you were both feeling tired, slightly betrayed, and reluctantly amused.

—

ten minutes later, you were seated around a small table at a nearby restaurant.

sam flipped open a small notepad with dramatic flourish.

“so, you two went out today. how was your first unsupervised excursion together?”

you blinked at him.

“..is this a date interview?”

“answer the question.” he said.

you glanced at bucky, who was already leaning back with his arms crossed, mouth twitching like he was trying not to smile.

“it was.. nice.” you admitted. “we didn’t kill each other.”

“that’s always a win.” sam nodded. “and buck? how did nosferatu here handle being in the sun?”

bucky turned to you.

“he whined for two hours straight.”

“i did not-”

“he swore the pigeon was following him.”

sam just cackled, scribbling down ‘notes’.

“yeah because it fucking was! it could be a government spy, and you wouldn’t know!” you groaned, dragging your hands down your face. “remind me to never leave the house again.”

—

today was your third day with sam, and bucky.

you woke up dizzy.

you weren’t tired anymore, just.. off. your limbs felt heavy, your hearing flickers, and your mouth was dry, despite how many glasses of water you downed. deprivation hummed in your bloodstream.

you don’t tell them, of course.

you kept your expression neutral when bucky knocked, and opened the door.

he gave you a once-over, like he’s scanning for signs of instability. after all, it was your third day without any blood.

you don’t twitch, don’t bare your fangs, just followed him out of the room.

the day was quiet. you weren’t quite locked in. you were allowed out into the apartment again, like yesterday. but today you were way slower, fogged, even. you bumped into the edge of the couch when you walked by, missed when sam tossed you a towel.

they notice, of course.

“hey.” sam says, mid-afternoon. “you good?”

“tired.” you grunt.

“you don’t sleep?”

“not when i’m starving.”

he frowns, but doesn’t press.

bucky watches you a bit longer than usual.

the both of them decide to test you today with small things. quiet requests that slip out mid-conversation.

“can you pass that?”

“grab me a towel?”

“turn the fan on?”

you did most of them, not all. sometimes you just stared at the person asking, just long enough to feel like you’ve kept a shred of rebellion, just long enough to remind yourself that you decide how far this goes.

still, you obeyed more than you should, and honestly you’re mad at yourself for that.

—

late in the afternoon, bucky left to train downstairs in the gym.

you trailed after him, but you kept your distance. perched on the railing of the stairs, you watched him spar against a weighted dummy rigged with pressure sensors.

his shirt clings with sweat by the third set. his fists moved fast.

you’re dizzy again.

you leaned in closer. the scent of blood was deep under his skin. if he were to tear a knuckle, or overstrain something, you’d smell it, you’d know.

so you started to imagine it.

what if he got hurt?

nothing serious, just enough to nick him.

and when bucky left to grab a glass of water from the kitchen upstairs?

you shifted before you could stop yourself, moving down the stairs. your fingers were careful as you loosened another screw from the dummy. you check the edge where it might catch skin. you told yourself it’s for observation, a controlled test.

you were a monster, and you fucking knew it.

but still, you stepped away, and waited.

when it finally happened, it was fast. a light clang of metal, a grunt, and the scent of heat in the air.

bucky flinched mid-spin, and stumbles slightly.

you saw it. the red bead forming on his arm. thin, lazy, but real.

the room tilts, and your knees almost buckle.

“shit- what did i do-” you whispered, breath catching.

panic clawed its way up your chest, and your boots hit the stairs hard as you sprinted down towards him.

“buck- bucky.”

“it’s nothing, just a scratch.”

then you froze right in front of him. the scent of him hit you like a freight train. your mouth watered, your fangs threatened to punch holes through your lips.

“stop- fuck, don’t- stay there, please.”

“what?” he frowns. “you okay?”

bucky’s concern made it worse.

your head spun, your stomach tightened, and the hunger writhed. your breathing turned shallow, ragged, desperate.

you wanted to feed, but not like this, not like an animal.

but every instinct in you was screaming to bite, to taste.

“i didn’t- fuck, i didn’t mean for-” you pressed your back to the wall, eyes fluttering shut.

“what the fuck are you talking about?”

“don’t- please.”

he froze in place, the blood trailing down his forearm now. he stared at you for a while, before he realised.

“..you’re hungry.”

“i tried to make you bleed.” you nodded, jaw clenched tight.

the silence was deafening.

“but you didn’t feed.”

you were trembling now, fighting your instincts harder than you’ve ever had to before. no matter what, you weren’t going to feed. not like this.

bucky stared at you with something between awe, and worry. then he took a cautious step forward, getting close enough that your breath hitched, close enough that you could smell him.

your body moved before your mind could even stop it. you dropped to your knees, hard.

“i didn’t- i didn’t want this-” your voice cracked. “i didn’t want it- not like this.”

he doesn’t speak, just watches you, completely stunned. his lips parted as he took a step closer.

but before he could, your hands shot up, as if to ward him off.

“i hate it- i hate that you smell so good- it’s in my mouth. i can fucking taste you from here.” something in you broke, fully. “please- please, just let- let me, please-”

“..come here.” he sank down against the wall, and held his arm out. “take it, if it helps. just.. take it.”

you crawled into his lap like something desperate, your knees scraping across the floor, body shaking as your hands closed around his wrist. your mouth hovered against his skin. you hadn’t even bitten or did anything yet, but he whimpered.

by the time you lift your eyes up to him, his face was already flushed, lips parted. his lashes flutter as he exhales through his nose, trying his best to pretend like it didn’t happen, like that soft, needy sound didn’t just spill from his lips.

you blinked, then something twisted in your gut. hunger, yes, but also intrigue.

you liked that.

so you lean back in, and drag your tongue across the scratch again, firmer now.

“ah-”

another sound, breathier this time, less controlled.

bucky was squirming now.

“bucky.”

he glares at you, but it’s ruined by how pink the tips of his ears were.

“it’s not- shut up. that’s not normal.”

you grazed your teeth gently over the scratch, not biting, just teasing the edge of it.

his breath hitches again, and you felt his thigh tense under you.

this time, he lets out a little moan, and you don’t stop.

your tongue flicked out to taste, and you whimpered. it was so warm, so perfect.

your lips sealed to the wound, careful at first. you lapped gently, like you didn’t deserve it, but even that shred of control burns away too fast. his scent was under your tongue, his pulse flooded your head.

your instincts seize you in their jaws, and you lose yourself.

you sucked harder, kissing at the wound. blood pooled in your mouth, and your eyes roll back from the sheer ecstasy of it.

bucky groaned from above you, and his hand settles in your hair, fingers curling loosely.

“you’re- okay.” he speaks through gritted teeth. “you’re doing okay.”

but you don’t hear him.

you fed like you’ve never tasted anything so sweet. you were breathing through your noise, moaning softly against his skin, your nails digging into his forearm.

he sways slightly.

then again.

he blinks once, slow.

“hey- okay. that’s enough now-”

you don’t stop.

and his vision blurs.

“hey- stop-” his voice was firmer now.

but you were gone, drunk, lips wrapped around his arm like it was salvation. you were rocking slightly against his leg, clinging to him.

then finally, he shoved at your shoulders, and you flinched.

he’s pale, sweaty.

you realise what you’ve done.

“fuck.” you rasped, stumbling away from him. “oh my god- i didn’t mean- fuck, bucky.”

but bucky didn’t shout, didn’t curse you out for going overboard. he just leaned his head back against the wall, and breathes through the dizziness.

you stared at him, horrified.

“..you really like me, huh?” he mutters, while his eyes flutter half-shut.

“that’s not funny- okay. uh. stay awake, i- i’ll- just stay awake-”

“..i’m fine.” he mumbles weakly.

“you’re not. just- stay awake, don’t move.” you ran down the training hallway, around the corner.

you nearly crashed into someone.

“whoa- hey.” it was sam, he reached out to steady you. “what’s going on?”

you grabbed him by the collar of his jacket.

“bucky’s hurt- i think- he might pass out.”

sam’s eyes widened for half a second, but he doesn’t waste time.

when you, and sam get back to the gym, bucky’s still where you left him, slumped weakly against the wall.

sam rushes to him. thank god he wasn’t bleeding anymore.

sam orders you to grab the medkit, and you did. then he cleans, and wraps the wound with practiced speed.

bucky just kept looking at you like he was trying to stay conscious. he knew that if he fell asleep now, you’d spiral.

—

dinner was somewhere in a tucked-away little join that sam claimed was ‘charming’.

you couldn’t care less about the ambience, you were still buzzing from earlier.

from bucky.

he sat to your right, calm as ever, one arm draped over the back of his chair. he hadn’t said much since your encounter earlier.

not that you were complaining, though. you were still trying to wrap your head around the way you melted under his hand, how your hunger had eased, how you had fucking begged for it.

you were fine, totally fine.

“you want to tell me what the hell happened now?” sam broke the silence.

“i’m fine, sam.” bucky replied.

“bullshit.”

“just a little.. lightheaded.” he mumbles.

“i’m just going to say it.” sam starts.

“don’t.”

“what? am i not allowed to talk about how you looked like you were on your death bed an hour ago?” sam lifted an eyebrow.

“i let him.” bucky didn’t even flinch.

that silenced sam for a beat.

you risked a glance at bucky. his gaze was steady, relaxed, not defensive.

“why are you-” you blinked at him.

“because it’s true. i told you to, i knew what i was doing.”

your throat was dry, and you nodded once, small, and grateful.

sam raised both brows this time, clearly not done.

“..so we’re ignoring the fact that you almost drank him like a fucking caprisun?” he grinned. “still riding that high, huh? that blood must’ve hit like a fucking drug.”

you groaned, covering your face.

“shut up, don’t start-”

“oh no, i think we should talk about it.” sam grins. “that ‘shut up’ was defensive, that means it was good. how’d he taste?”

you dug your nails into your clothed thigh under the table.

“you don’t know anything.”

“okay, okay.” he said, holding up a hand. “then tell me, what is it like being a vampire? you feel people’s emotions? you get sexy mind-reading powers? hypnotic eyes?”

“that’s.. fiction. most of it.” you frowned.

“but not all of it?” he raised an eyebrow.

“i’m stronger, faster, sometimes unstable, depending on how long it’s been. and i can sense things, mostly pain, emotions, especially fear. that one’s real fucking loud.” you shrugged.

bucky’s gaze flicked to you, but he stayed quiet.

sam nodded slowly.

“so.. no flying, or turning into a bat?”

“no wings, no echolocation, no coffin naps. sorry to disappoint.”

“well damn.” he muttered, then turned towards bucky with a grin. “guess we’ll have to stick to the ‘classic’ questions then.”

“..such as?” bucky blinked.

sam leaned in, elbows firm on the table.

“so.. how does his blood taste?” he spoke, signalling towards bucky.

“don’t look at me.” bucky let out a soft laugh.

your stomach twisted, and heat rushed to your face.

“you’re disgusting, wilson.”

“i’m curious!” he said, defensively. “i mean, that wasn’t some regular blood today. that was bucky barnes, extra rare, straight from the fucking tap!”

you didn’t answer. you couldn’t. your jaw flexed, and you kept your gaze locked on the table.

“i bet it’s all smoky, and dark.” he continued. “like fine wine, maybe a little spicy. veteran blood’s got to come aged to perfection.”

“you done?” bucky deadpanned.

“not even close.” sam turned towards you again. “come on, just a little description, for education purposes.”

you exhaled through your nose, and finally you spoke in a low voice.

“..warm.”

that shut sam up for a second.

“it’s warm, and thick. doesn’t taste like anything i’ve ever had before. like, it made my body feel alive.” you continued, voice flat.

there was silence.

bucky looked at you then, really looked.

you stared back, defiant even now. even if your body still remembered the taste of him, the pulse under your tongue, the way he sounded when you pressed your lips to his skin.

“..damn.” sam whistled low. “wait. you’re blushing?”

you scoffed, and dropped your gaze to your hands in your lap, fingers picking at the edge of your napkin.

“no, i’m not.”

“oh, you so are.” he leaned forward with a smirk. “you’re embarrassed right now, oh my god.”

“shut up.” you muttered.

“nah, this is crazy.” he turned to look at bucky. “have you ever seen him like this? this bashful little thing?”

bucky was watching you with unreadable eyes, but there was the slightest twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

“not once.”

“it’s.. not a big deal.” you curled inward a little, ears hot.

sam laughed a little too loud.

“not a big deal? you just described his blood like it was the best sex of your life, then got shy about it.”

“..you’re making it weird, sam.”

“you made it weird!” he shot back, grinning. “i dind’t expect fucking poetry!”

“sam.” bucky’s voice was low, but amused. “you’ll scare him off.”

“he looks like he’s going to melt into the floor!” sam exclaimed.

you buried your face in your hands.

“god i hate both of you.”

“no you don’t.” he replied. “you just hate that we caught a glimpse of your soft side. don’t worry, your secret’s safe with us, mostly.”

after a little while of silence, bucky leaned a little closer towards you.

“..you really meant it?”

you hesitated, then nodded once, still not meeting his gaze.

something in his gaze shifted, that slight tension in his shoulders eased.

“good.”

you risked a glance at him, and he was still looking at you, warm, and steady.

and for a moment, you forgot about sam’s existence, until he loudly cleared his throat.

“wow, okay. now i’m uncomfortable.” he took a sip of his tea. “fucking tension at this table.”

you didn’t answer, and neither did bucky.

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