Steve stared at his growing fingernails as the gnawing hunger invaded his very being. He debated whether to bother Tony or let the genius be. The brunette in question was currently asleep behind the oak door and it would be unbecoming of Steve to interrupt his only peace. He should be asleep too, considering how early in the morning it was.

He twiddled his thumbs, inching closer to the door, and laying his palm flat against the surface. He didn't want to disturb the man on the other side. It's, however, been 2 days since he'd been kicked out of Tony's room. After the revelation of what Steve had to do (the impossibility of it), and the nature of their relationship was made abundantly clear–the brunette had wanted nothing to do with him (again). He'd been forced to return to raw cow meat, but he knew he wouldn't be able to keep up with it. He'd end up dining an actual cow and sucking it dry by the end of the week. And as revolting as that thought was, it still managed to make his fangs elongate with hunger.

If Steve focused all his strength and strained his hearing against the door, he could hear the quick rushing of Tony's blood through his circulatory system—the comforting lub-dub of his heart as it beat in his chest. He wanted nothing more but to cradle that soft body in his hands and assure himself [and the billionaire] that everything was going to be fine.

He felt the small tingles of embarrassment creep up his neck, as he realized he'd been standing there, panting at the door for what must have been half an hour. Steve took a deep breath and sighed, sullenly returning to his room, even as his stomach howled, and his fangs protested.

ooOOoo

Steve walked into the lab, uninvited, on the third day. He stopped in his tracks almost as abruptly as he'd walked in. Bruce stood by Tony's side, as he bled the man into a bag.

"Morning." Bruce said pleasantly, since the smaller brunette refused to say a word and Steve was too paralyzed with hunger, that he'd rather drool all over himself than remember his manners. "And by morning, I mean early midnight." Bruce continued, still a bit chagrined by the fact that Tony's insistence of 'if we don't do this, we'll literally be in a world of pain' took him out of his bed that early morning. Bruce would have retorted with the obvious, but it struck him as insensitive, knowing what he knew now about the situation. So, he complied, as any best friend would do, with Tony's request—even if under normal circumstances this would be considered insane.

No one said another word for the minute it took the scientist to fill a second bag. Bruce proceeded to take the objects, that held Steve's sole attention, into the nearby fridge, where he'd stashed five other bags.

Bruce held onto the freshest one and handed it to the blonde as he walked out, thankful to be able to return to his still-warm bed.

"What is this?" Steve asked incredulously, even as his gums ached, and his fingers held onto the phlebotomy bag as if it held precious stones.

"My blood." Tony answered, raising a confused eyebrow.

"No, I mean what is this?" Steve asked again, with more emphasis. His eyes were a steely blue as he stared down the brunette, daring him to play slick and avoid the larger question.

"I don't feel like being your personal pin-cushion. Is that so much to ask?" Tony said, exasperated. He took a deep breath, steadying his shaking nerves, and continued, "so, until this is resolved, you'll be drinking bagged blood; now that everyone knows, I don't think it will be much of a problem." The tone that Tony employed left no room for argument.

Steve was about to protest, but held his tongue, and thought it best to keep his mouth shut until he could convince himself that fighting Tony on this would be a good idea.

"Just think of it as a 'bagged lunch."" Tony continued, as he picked up a random tool and proceeded to tinker with objects on his desk.

"Why?" Steve asked, already suspicious of the answer, unable to keep himself quiet even though he just told himself to. It was in his nature to quarrel with Tony, it kept him sane most of the time.

"I already told you why." Tony snapped, annoyed.

"What if this deal with Dracula doesn't even work?" Steve asked, turning the bag over in his hands.

"Then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Tony said, not meeting his eyes. He was fidgeting now, his fingers twitching as opposed to doing anything useful with the flat-head in his grip.

Steve looked at the brunette, memorizing his nervous face with his eyes. It hadn't been too long ago that those features were confident, self-assured, often times even arrogant and cocky—when they had been Tony. But now, he looked pale and frail from his inevitable indoor incarceration. He was constantly anxious, looking over his shoulder as if he expected to see Steve there, hovering…

The blonde wanted the Old-Tony back. The one who didn't look so fragile under the harsh light of his lab.

Steve exited without another word, taking long and slow drags from the bag as he went outside into the cold night of New-York. They were so high up, the Avenger's Tower the second largest building in all of Manhattan, dwarfed only by the Empire State. Even Tony Stark had shown self-restraint when it came to Classical American engineering.

The blood was drained before Steve had a chance to enjoy it. He leaned over the rail, giving a longsuffering sigh as he looked up at the moon. They'd missed their window of opportunity and would have to wait four more weeks for the moon to be full again.

"You alright there blondie?" Natasha asked as she snuck up behind the unsuspecting captain, so lost in thought he'd been, that his senses hadn't picked up her footsteps. That was either a testament of her skills as a spy, or his momentary escape from the here-and-now had been deeper than he'd expected.

"Yeah." Steve replied as a force of habit.

"Uh-huh, Stark said the same thing." Natasha sighed, standing next to the blonde and mirroring his stance, taking a long look at all the nightly splendor that was New York when— especially when some megalomaniac wasn't trying to take over the world.

"Maybe we've conspired against you." Steve said, trying to joke with the spy, but found it difficult to continue that train of thought when she raised a confused eyebrow.

"You're both in some deep-shit with all that's happening. Be thankful that Shield hasn't caught wind of your condition, or you'd be quarantined in some island somewhere." Natasha warned.

"Am I going to have to worry about that?" Steve asked, his tone going dark, and slightly threatening, as his freedom was being brought to question.

"Not from me." Natasha said, never once flinching at Steve's sudden display of machismo.

"Good." The blonde said, backing down.

After a good few minutes had passed, and Steve had effectively sucked the nominal drops out of the bag (until he was inhaling the bag itself), Natasha brought herself to ask her question again. "You gonna tell me what's wrong or are you gonna pull a Tony?"

"I wonder what that would be exactly, what, did he avoid the question and try to confuse you with science-garbage?" Steve said, pretty confident in his deduction.

"It's as if you read his mind." Natasha said.

"Something like that." Steve hummed into the night sky.

"Hmph."

"What?" Steve asked, looking over at the spy.

"Did you actually read his mind?" Natasha asked, suspicion creeping into her voice as the hairs in the back of her neck stood up at attention.

"Not exactly 'mind-reading' per se, it's more like a sensation and feelings. It's a two-way street, but my side is stronger." Steve admitted.

"How so?" Natasha asked, slowly letting her guard down.

"It's complicated…and personal." Steve confessed, closing his eyes. He tried very hard to ignore their connection, to leave Tony in his own personal space. But he could not deny the simple pleasure of reaching out for that link and prodding it with the tips of his mind's fingers. Sometimes he'd get a reaction, oftentimes he could feel a counter-push as if someone were trying to block him out—this was one of those times.

He knew he could easily overcome the counter and completely overwhelm Tony with his own mind. He could strip the façade of power that Tony thought he had in this relationship, break down those useless barriers that the brunette had erected, coerce him into doing Steve's bidding. But these were dark thoughts that Steve was having, and it took a couple of shakes from his muddled head to clear them from his consciousness.

Steve could see now why Tony wanted nothing to do with this. Nothing at all.

Natasha sighed, feeling the night wind flow against her hair—blowing it away from her face. "I bet it's some deep-rooted complicated emotional bull-shit. You two have been at it longer than I've cared to pay attention, and now that it's out in the open, you scurry into your little corners like animals—too afraid of the bright light." Natasha concluded, bored.

Steve looked amused, as the corners of his lips ticked up ever so slightly. "Well, you're not wrong about the bright lights. But I'm not going to pretend to understand what you meant by everything else." Steve confessed.

"Hmm."

"I'm gonna go get some more, uh, blood. I'll see you around Natasha." Steve said, leaving the roof-top. The spy nodded her head in his general direction, not really paying attention to what he was saying.

ooOOoo

Steve snuck quietly into the lab, fortunately for him, it was uninhabited by a certain billionaire, which allowed him the freedom to raid the fridge for his confusing diet. Seeing the blood presented to him like this really put it in perspective. It didn't make it any less appetizing, it just made it seem more real and slightly disturbing.

He contemplated each suck, making a face to the fact that it was cold. If he knew a safe way to warm it up, he would.

Steve paced the lab mindlessly, allowing his feet to guide him towards an unnamed direction. Each footfall felt uncoordinated and incredibly random. It spun him around his environment and had him taking strange turns. He tried to control their movement with minimal results, it wasn't until he stood in front of their two prisoners that he realized he'd fallen under some form of mind-control.

He looked between the two vampires; Dimitri was sound asleep on the cot and Alexandru sat cross-legged, his bright red eyes closed as he focused hard on keeping Steve under his control. The older vampire had less of a grip on the blonde, due to the fact that he wasn't fully a vampire—not yet anyways.

Steve couldn't help but raise his hand to the biometric scanner, he did, however, try to fight it as he was slowly pulled towards pressing his palm into it. It was a losing battle, as his feet dragged him closer. When it was finally laid flat onto the shiny surface of the glass, Steve felt cold and disgusted in one fell-swoop.

The scanner recognized Steve's hand print and authorized the opening of both cages. Alexandru carefully and deliberately went into the second cage to wake his snoozing husband.

"What?" Dimitri woke with a start, looking over to Alexandru as if it were his first time seeing him. He looked around himself, instantly recognizing Steve's panicked eyes as those of someone who had no control over what they were doing.

"Time to go." Alex said, getting ready to drag the brunette out of bed.

"What?" Dimitri asked again, this time a bit more serious.

"Time to go, or did I stutter the first time?" Alex retorted, getting a bit irritated with his husband. Dimitri looked between himself, Alex, and the blonde. Almost as if in slow motion, he tackled his husband to the floor, momentarily disrupting his concentration and freeing Steve from the control.

"Red alert!" Steve quickly ordered, backing away from the two vampires as they quarreled on the floor.

"Dimitri, what the fuck?" Alexandru asked, as he tried to turn them over. Dimitri had the advantage of being better fed, which made him stronger by default. He didn't have to hold out for long, as the other Avengers rushed to his aid, pulling them apart and quickly putting them in separate cages once more.

"What happened here?" Tony asked, looking between the three parties involved.

"Mind control." Dimitri answered simply. He was breathing quickly, his hands shaking with the pent-up adrenaline. He looked between Steve and Tony, narrowing his eyes, and shaking his head. "He's a liability Stark." Dimitri continued.

"What?" Tony asked, was he supposed to be offended?

"He's too close to this, his connection to Dracula has made him blood-relatives to Alexandru, if he stays any longer-

"Stop disclosing all our secrets to all these bags of flesh!" Alexandru bellowed, genuinely livid at the idea of his husband destroying the entire foundation of their relationship on some misplaced loyalty.

"If he stays any longer, he'll be subjected to more attacks from my darling husband. You need to take him away to somewhere you can keep constant vigil on his person. It shouldn't be too difficult for you to stave his enthusiasm, you are his drudge after all." Dimitri continued, despite Alex's rude interruption. He'd meant to sound comforting and informative, but his words ended up spelling doom for all parties involved.

Tony looked at the halfling, floundering for what to say. It was as if every step he took lead him back to Steve. "I'll get the Avenge-Jet read, by there in 5." Tony said coldly. He felt the stress of the situation starting to wear him down. He walked with a sense of determination in his footsteps, narrowly avoiding a collision with Hawkeye. The blonde steadied him slightly as the billionaire swayed.

"Tony are you okay?" Clint asked, patting him down with his hands. "Is everything okay, I heard the red alert." Clint continued, looking into the holding cell where the two vampires were held.

"Yeah, yeah. Steve just… he just needs to be somewhere else right now. He's too close to this." Tony said, holding the bridge of his nose.

"Oh. Yeah, that makes sense." Clint looked between Tony and his doppelganger, who'd perked his head up at the sound of Clint's voice. They locked eyes for a second, the vampire smiling coyly, and giving him a wink. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Clint said, narrowing his eyes at Dimitri.

Tony was too distracted, or too tired, to care for the interesting interaction occurring before him, and just sighed. "You seem to be the only one here with the mental faculties to handle any form of psychic assault from these two." Tony said.

"Yeah, I trained for this." Clint remined him.

"You think you can handle it?" Tony said, remembering how compelling it was to just go along with the suggestions the vampires made.

"I can handle it." Clint said, never surer of anything in his life.

Tony thought it over for a second, giving Clint the benefit of the doubt. "Okay, I trust you with this." Tony said, taking a deep breath and handing Clint the master key for the cell. "You're the only one that can open the cell now. Keep this hidden." Tony warned him.

"I will." Clint promised, stashing the key away. The brunette nodded, side-stepping so he could get around Clint. "Good luck, Tony. You might need it." Clint said as a parting.

With that, he was off to the Avenge-Jet. Steve was already there with his shield in one hand, and his remodeled Captain America suit in the other. Tony didn't think Steve should be anywhere near a fight in his condition, but he was not about to say so. "Ready?" Tony asked. They held eye contact for a second—there was an unspoken tension between them, it was thick enough to slice into pieces. It crawled under the billionaire's skin, making him angsty.

"Yeah." Steve said, barely above a whisper. His throat clenched at the thought of being alone with Tony. He didn't feel the brunette would be safe around him, but Tony was the only one able to control him; this was the irony of their situation.

Tony boarded the jet, Steve following close behind. The door hatch closed behind them, submerging them in total darkness. For a second, Steve stood behind Tony—close enough to feel his body heat. The blonde held his mouth tightly closed, as his sharp incisors cut through the inner lining of his lips.

Before Tony could say something, the blonde walked over to one of the passenger seats and buckled himself in. Whether he was trying to protect himself or Tony was up to anybody's interpretation.

The billionaire sighed shakily. He'd honestly thought Steve would do something insane. He took control of the console, bringing the ship to life and coasting the New-York skyline. They didn't say a word as Tony navigated to one of the remote Islands he had somewhere in the Pacific. He brought the Avenge-Jet smoothly into the landing pad, where he drove it into the large garage.

"For the time being, this is our new home. Please try to keep yourself in check, we wouldn't want a repeat of today on our hands." Tony warned as they walked into the luxurious beach mansion. He rifled through the fridge wondering if there was anything for him to eat. Luckily for him, Happy spent some of his off time in the house, so he always kept it well stocked.

It wasn't until the nagging in his head started, that he noticed he'd stupidly left the bagged blood behind in the lab. He had half a mind of going back and retrieving it.

"Where's my room?" Steve asked as he looked around the large house. Even with so much space between them, it felt as if Steve where suffocating in the scent of Tony. He needed somewhere he could lock himself away and forget about his current existence.

"They're all empty, pick whichever one you want." Tony said dismissively, choosing to ignore his drudge-duties and prepare something for himself. He decided that the best thing he could make this late at night would be a turkey and cheese sandwich. He assembled the cold-cuts and lathered the bread with some mayonnaise and lettuce, shoving it into the panini press.

He did all this, hoping that the blonde would get the message that Tony was ignoring him. But Steve just stood there, watching him work. "Did you need something?" Tony asked, his tone bordering on exasperation.

"We need to talk." Steve said simply.

"We don't need to do anything." Tony replied, only interrupted by the sound of the panini press announcing its completeness. "Now go pick your room and leave me alone." The brunette said, biting into his sandwich.

Tony could feel Steve's protest from a mile away, so he simply walked away, going to his own room to finish his late dinner.

ooOOoo

It was a couple hours later, when Tony was half dead on his monitor, that he felt a presence at his door. It was like some form of enhanced exteroception. He was on high alert immediately, pulling a hand-held repulsor from underneath the table. This was reflex, of course, since he remembered now that he wasn't completely alone in the house. He waited, almost impatiently, to see if Steve would knock or just stand there like a creep. He was probably inhaling him through the door, like a starved dog.

There's that nagging again.

He wasn't about to budge if Steve wouldn't—he couldn't give the blonde the satisfaction.

Tony returned to his task, albeit, a bit distractedly. He was still trying to find a way to cure Steve scientifically, but all his blood tests came back negative. He sighed into the air ahead of him and logged into the security cameras of the house. He scrolled through them until he could find the one right outside his door. It was kind of creepy, seeing it in night-vision; the blonde looked so menacing, standing the way he was, with his head against the wood—visibly panting.

He wasn't about to budge though. He couldn't. He had to have this semblance of control left, it was his only form of autonomy, and he'd cling to that like Velcro.

The blonde finally made up his mind, after minutes of deliberation, and knocked. Tony actually jumped, the quiet of his room had been so absolute, that this sudden noise startled him. "What do you want?" Tony asked, closing the screen. He didn't move from his seat, even if every muscle fibre told him to do so.

"Can I please… I just need to talk to you Tony. I need a chance to explain myself. What happened the other day, it's not like that at all. What Dimitri told you, it's not true." Steve pleaded through the door. There was some sick satisfaction to be gained from seeing the blonde grovel so. Tony was definitely aware that he had a bit of a sadistic streak when it came to Steve, there was something so infuriatingly confident about him that made Tony want to knock him down a few pegs. Maybe that's why he'd always been at odds with the blonde—they were too alike.

Tony sighed again, pushing his chair away from the table, and ambled towards the door. There stood the blonde, his face a mixture of joy and despair. It was hard to resist that look in Steve's eyes, the one that pleaded with him. He wondered if the blonde even knew what he was doing to him, or if it was some inane vampire mojo he'd yet to learn how to control.

"What could you possibly say to rectify the situation?" Tony asked. He stood, like a sentry, blocking the door the entrance to his room. The last time he allowed the blonde to come in, he'd woken up to an attack, and though he'd now forgiven Steve, this new wave of doubt cut his trust into loosely tied strands.

"I don't see you as a slave Tony, not even a lunch-box." Steve said sincerely, "You're my friend, the only one I'd trust to deal with this. We have some bad history between us, I know this, but would it be so difficult to put that aside for the time being—at least until all of this is fixed." Steve said, his gaze soft and tender. He really did look like a puppy.

"Easy for you to say, you're the one with the fangs." Tony replied matter-of-factly.

"By no choice of my own." Steve replied, some of his frustrations resurfacing.

"And you think I had a choice when you bit me?" Tony asked, letting his frustrations resurface as well.

"And I'm sorry, okay! I'm sorry that I didn't ask you, but you don't understand, you were right there." Steve said, holding his head in his hands. "You were right there, and I'm sorry." Steve repeated, confused when his hands started to get wet.

It took him a second to realize he was crying.

"And if it had been anyone else? What then?" Tony asked, his eyes watering up as well. Jesus, he'd never seen the other man cry before, it was heartbreaking.

"I don't know, I can't say." Steve said, wiping the stupid tears from his eyes. He didn't mean to look so vulnerable in front of Tony. He didn't like showing anyone just how weak and scared he was feeling at the moment, that everything in current future either spelled death or eternal damnation. He didn't know which was worse.

Tony moved from the door, allowing Steve to pass through the threshold. "What now then. I hate having this back and forth. One minute I'm madly in love with you, the next I wanna rip your throat out with your own fangs. I'm getting whiplash." Tony said, admitting something about himself.

"Madly in love, you say?" Steve said, a sad smile gracing his features.

"Don't let it get to your head." Tony warned. He sat back down in his chair, motioning the blonde to do the same. "What do you want to say?" Tony said seriously.

"I've thought about our situation since it started. I wanna do right by you, I have the constant urge to protect and defend you, but you don't like feeling as if you owe me anything—as if you're indebted to me." Steve said, suddenly getting brave enough to speak his mind. "And I get that, it's just that I can't help thinking how we would be if it were just you and me. Steve and Tony, with none of this vampirism in the midst." Steve concluded.

"What would you want it to be?" Tony asked, his lids lowering a bit. It's been a while since he'd had a one-to-one with the blonde, it did not escape him that they had a lot of unresolved tension between them, dating back from their first encounter in the Helicarrier.

Steve's throat went dry for a completely different reason. Was it just him, or was that a come-on? "I…" Steve trailed off, fidgeting with his hands.

"That's what I thought." Tony said, the atmosphere changing as he stood back up and made to amble towards the monitor. For a second there, he thought they'd gotten somewhere.

It was reflex, how quickly Steve's hand shot up to grab Tony's arm, he didn't mean to restrain him—he just wanted to hold him in place, so he'd listen. "Tony." Steve said, something in his voice breaking. He looked up, his resolve steely like his vibranium shield. "I wanna be more than this, I wanna-

He stood abruptly, letting his actions speak for themselves, as he kissed the brunette with unbridled passion. "Tony, I want-

Tony kissed Steve again, effectively hushing the blonde, slowly leading them towards the large bet in the centre of the room. They kissed again, Steve lowering them both, until they were pressed against each other. Steve snaked his hands underneath the billionaire's shirt, hiking it up so he could feel the skin beneath. Tony's breath hitched, his unrestrained desire presenting itself solidly in his pajamas.

The blonde let Tony breathe for a second, as he went for his jugular. Tony immediately tensed, his limbs going stiff as a board against Steve's chest. He knew it was too good to be true, of course the blonde didn't want him that way—he only wanted his blood.

"Tony. I… I don't want to bite you right now; can't you trust me?" Steve said, even as he struggled to speak past his fangs.

It was hard for Tony to resist, and even harder for him to acquiesce. But he did so, slowly, by letting his guard down, inch by inch. "Okay, but if you try anything fishy, you'll have to find another drudge." Tony threatened.

"I wouldn't want anyone else but you." Steve murmured so softly against Tony's neck, he didn't think he was meant to hear it.

Something clicked in Steve then, something that had him stilling his actions, and sitting up with how sudden the revelation had been. Tony looked up at the blonde with an eyebrow raised, he leaned on his elbows wondering what had made Steve jerk like that.

Steve, meanwhile, was almost bursting with happiness from the revelation. Of course, it was so simple even an idiot could have gotten it sooner. Tony wanted to feel as if he were in charge, every counter step he'd taken towards Steve had always been to regain some semblance of control. The prime example would be bagging his blood for the blonde, so he could hand Steve his food instead of submitting to him. The reason Tony felt as if he were losing grip was because he feared Steve would take advantage of his new-found dominion over Tony, and though Tony was incredibly strong-willed, even he couldn't resist.

He quickly switched their places, positioning Tony so he was now straddling Steve.

"You want me ride you?" Tony asked, a bit surprised at Steve's brazen attitude to trying new things in their first time.

"What? No, Tony, I want you to take me." Steve said, almost innocently.

Tony's brain short-circuited then. "Whiekadntu [he cleared his throat] what?" Tony asked, incredulously. Was the super-soldier pulling his leg? No fucking way, Steve-fucking-Rogers, would let him take him like that. No fucking way.

"You heard what I said. Or am I not good enough for you?" Steve said playfully, his eyelids lowered as he presented Tony with his sexiest smile, fangs and all. He was completely relaxed and in his element for someone who'd never done this before.

Tony rolled his eyes at that, of course he was good enough. Too good. "Okay then." Tony said, taking a deep breath, this was a change in events. Not that he minded, Steve was gorgeous after-all. "Scooch up a little." Tony said, prompting Steve to push himself towards the head-board. The blonde beckoned for Tony to come closer, and Tony conceded, giving the blonde a large kiss when he got there.

It didn't take long for them to start losing articles of clothing. Steve's shirt went first, as Tony impatiently pulled at the fabric to get to the muscles beneath. Jesus Christ, Steve was fucking ripped, even more-so up close and personal. Tony closed his lips around the tiny bud, that was Steve's nipple, and sucked, eliciting a moan from the blonde above. Steve clamped down on his mouth, never once in his life having made such a noise. Tony looked up, smiling mischievously as he swirled that expert tongue of his, never once breaking eye contact.

Tony shooed Steve's hands from his mouth. "We're all alone in an island, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, might I add." Tony reminded, kissing Steve chastely, "let me hear you."

Steve nodded, unable to speak. Why didn't he let Tony take the reigns more often? The brunette continued his ministrations, kissing a trail down Steve's chest and abdomen. Stopping by his navel to pay it special attention. Steve wasn't as sensitive here, but Tony was still eliciting a response.

Steve pulled Tony up again, shoving his tongue deep into that brunette's mouth—almost gagging him. Steve pushed his hands beneath his shirt, removing it in one fail swoop. The dim room became a little brighter as Tony's arc reactor light bounced through the darkened space. It illuminated Steve's face as he went for a kiss around the brunette's heart and then subsequently the centre of the reactor itself. Tony ran his fingers through the blonde's hair, smoothing out some of the cow-licks that had come about.

"This your first time?" Tony asked, just to make sure. He didn't want to assume Steve was completely blind to the situation, but he also didn't want to fool the blonde into something he didn't want to do.

"A part from that one night in Tunisia, yeah." Steve said, sarcastically, "yes, Tony, it is my first time. What, does it show?" Steve continued, a bit self-consciously.

"No, no, no," Tony quickly assured, "it's just that I didn't know how much you knew." Tony replied. He brought Steve's face to his once more and gave him a sweet kiss as he squished his cheeks.

"Well, I appreciate your concern." Steve said through pursed lips.

"Duly noted." Tony said, going for the lube in the drawer while they were momentarily paused. "Now, do you want to, or should I?" Tony asked, holding the little bottle.

"Do what?" Steve asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll show you then." Tony said, an eager little smile taking over his features. He pulled Steve's pajama bottoms and underwear in one go, impatient to get started. He almost rethought their positions when he saw what he had to work with. "Christ, you're well endowed." Tony muttered. He swallowed thickly, squishing the bottle until enough lubricant coated his fingers, he warmed them up in his palm and looked at Steve for the green-light. The blonde looked back at him with a mixed expression on his face.

"This still okay, Steve?" Tony asked, he was fully prepared to switch if he had to, though it would have been such a shame to let the opportunity go to waste.

Steve had to think it over; he really did want to give this to Tony, whatever this is. But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't apprehensive. "Yeah, sure." Steve said, a bit insincere.

"I'll go slow, I promise." Tony said, he kissed the blonde a bit before using his free hand to tug Steve a couple times. That elicited the response you would imagine, and then another one that was a bit unexpected.

"Ow." Tony said, as he moved away from Steve and sucked his bottom lip, where the blonde had bit him. Purely by accident, of course, his fangs had just gotten in the way.

"Thworry." Steve said, his lisp worsening. His cheeks went full-fledged tomato, he was so embarrassed.

"It's okay, here, kiss me again—slowly this time." Tony said, some of Steve's venom had made its way inside his cut, and even though it had only been a couple of days since he'd been bit, he could already feel a withdrawal coming.

Tony, pushed the blonde deeper into the bed and spread his thighs, circling a lubricated finger along his entrance. Steve tensed visibly, not used to the sensation. "Steve, relax." Tony murmured against the blonde's lips. The blonde nodded, but was still uncomfortable as Tony worked a finger in. "Shh." Tony whispered into Steve's ear.

"Is that how it feels?" Steve asked, playing the pronoun game so Tony had to ask for clarification. "When I bite you, that sense of apprehension mixed with a little bit a fear." Steve continued.

"Yes." Tony said, working through some of his thoughts. "I know you can sense it, all my feelings and stuff. It's kind of annoying to have someone know so much about me by just being in the same room. You'll totally know when I'm bullshitting you, and where's the fun in that?" Tony continued, playfully. He was fully working his first finger, reveling in the tight heat of Steve's core. He was searching for that little bundle of nerves, hoping to find it soon so the process wouldn't be so unpleasant for the blonde.

Steve jumped slightly at a new sensation, the feeling of it having sent a bolt of lightning straight from his member to the rest of his body. Tony tried it again, this time getting a better response as he worked the gland with deft fingers. "Feeling a bit better?" Tony asked, knowingly.

"Yeah, a little." Steve replied, he was vibrating a little, the sensation building like the tides of the ocean outside. "Ready for another one?" Tony asked cautiously.

"Yeah, yeah." Steve said quickly, panting.

Tony pushed his second finger in, scissoring a he went. He worked a little faster now, his impatience showing when Steve hissed. "Sorry, sorry." Tony apologized quickly.

"No, I'm fine." Steve replied, not looking at the brunette. So… maybe he was a bit of a masochist? He didn't really know that about himself until just then.

It didn't escape Tony's watchful gaze how abashed Steve looked just then, how he closed his eyes and slightly parted his mouth as if to not moan. Tony lowered his eyes, putting in his third finger without any warning. Steve's back arched up unexpectedly, bumping noses with the brunette, who'd been hovering above him.

"Ow." They both said in unison as they held their noses. As awkward as it had been, it still shed some light into Steve's newfound pleasure. And Tony reveled in that, the little pain in his face never detracting from his ministrations. He wouldn't point it out to Steve in case it was an embarrassing subject, but he'd exploit it eventually.

"I think you may be ready." Tony announced removing his fingers with an obscene sound. Steve nodded, trying hard not to brace himself. Tony had promised he'd go slow, and he'd keep that promise. He removed his own pajamas and they were both finally nude, there was no shyness between them now, only unresolved tension and unspoken words.

Tony lined himself with Steve's entrance, double checking to make sure it was okay with the blonde. Steve had his eyes tightly shut. "Steve, open your eyes babe." Tony asked, kindly. The blonde did as he was told, opening his eyes wide and a bit scared. Christ, Tony was never gonna live this down if he hurt Steve. "We don't-

"No, don't, just… just do it." Steve pleaded through his clenched teeth. "I'm gonna need you to relax then." Tony said, sitting back on his haunches. Steve nodded, taking a deep (albeit, unnecessary) breath to calm his nerves. He breathed in again, noticing a scent that was as familiar to him as Tony's blood. He'd only ever caught the aftermaths of this scent, but now it was everywhere. Deep in his being he was smelling Tony's arousal, his mouth started watering at the thought of how good Tony would taste.

"That's better." Tony said, getting up again and resuming his task. Somebody should give him a gold metal with how patient he was being with Steve. (Of course, he was only kidding.)

Tony worked himself in slowly, his earlier work aiding him tremendously as he pushed himself into that tight heat. He was surprised to find that Steve was indeed normothermic within the confines of his core. Normally, he would have expected Steve to run a little colder.

When he was finally as far in as he could go, he looked down at Steve and smiled. The blonde raised a suspicious eyebrow. "What?" The blonde said, a bit short of breath.

"See, it wasn't that bad was it?" Tony asked, wiggling a bit. Steve jumped at that, whatever bundle of nerves had Tony touched before, was elicited again, but deeper still as the confines of his walls strained to accommodate the brunette. "Sorry." Tony said, not sounding sorry at all.

Steve rolled his eyes. He pulled the cocky brunette down, so they were eye level. "Move Tony, show me why all the women want to have you so badly." Steve said with way more bravado than he felt.

"I mean, not all the women; lesbians do exist-

"Tony-

"Yeah, yeah. Hush." Tony said, moving slowly at first—testing the waters. He did want this to be a pleasant (scratch that, orgasmic) experience for Steve, but he wasn't about to start pounding away (even though he secretly expected that's what Steve wanted him to do).

Gaining confidence in his movements, Tony moved a bit faster, setting up a rhythm for the blonde to follow. They were both panting now, as the pleasure built. Tony worked hard to find that gland again, its elusiveness was giving him a headache. He angled himself a bit differently, and Steve shot up again, this time sitting up on his elbows. "Do that again." Steve moaned, his breaths coming in in little gasps as Tony obliged with his request. Tony was going even faster now, finally comfortable enough in the knowledge that he wasn't hurting Steve. And it took him a second to realize just what he was doing. He faltered in his rhythm, jerking a bit.

"I bet Howard would have been totally jealous if he ever found out I fucked Captain America." Tony said, a self-satisfied smirk plastered all over his heated face.

Steve looked at Tony, dead-pan, and said, "First of all, I don't think your father would appreciate you using that language, second of all, we're making love Tony—not fucking." Steve said, completely serious.

Tony stopped dead on his tracks (okay, maybe he just slowed down a little) and started laughing. "Oh my god, you're precious. Making love, what are we—in the 70s?" Tony asked, he didn't mean to sound so condescending, but a las, he couldn't help himself.

Steve looked away then, pouting a bit at Tony's response. Tony shut up then, realizing that he'd just offended the blonde. "Oh, Steve, don't be like that. I didn't mean anything bad by it." Tony tried to amend the situation. He didn't like seeing that look on Steve's face, especially when they were doing so well.

"Well, I bet you're just going to say it's all antiquated and stuff." Steve said, his bottom lip pushing out even more. "That I'm all old-fashioned."

"Well, it is, and you are… but that is what makes you, you." Tony said. (How were they having this conversation right now? His dick was still in Steve's ass!)

"That's a terrible response." Steve said. Looking into Tony's eyes, an idea popping into his head. He quickly turned them over, so he was now straddling the brunette. The billionaire's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and it took every ounce of his being not to end their fun prematurely. "But if it's fucking you want to do, you're going too slow." Steve continued. He was better at talking shit than delivering it though, and it took him a couple of clumsy attempts before he could find a rhythm he was comfortable with.

"Well aren't you a little minx. Where'd you learn to speak like that?" Tony asked. He was still not over the fact that Steve was riding him. Okay, this was officially the best night of his life.

They found their rhythm again, Tony pushing up as Steve pressed down, angling his body so Steve could grind against him and stimulate himself simultaneously. The blonde almost bucked when he found that pleasure point again, this time it was as if the sun itself had settled against the pit of his stomach. He rutted faster against Tony, losing any semblance of finesse that he had acquired, searching desperately for that fulfilling release.

Tony was panting as well, reciprocating his movements to meet Steve half-way. He put his hands around the blonde's neck and pulled it down. "Bite me." Tony murmured against Steve's ear. The blonde shuddered and quickly acquiesced, his fangs descending gracefully into the small arch of Tony's neck. Not soon after that, they were both climaxing, the pleasure too much to sustain.

Steve removed his teeth from Tony's jugular and started kissing his face, and around his mouth, basically anywhere he could get his lips on. Tony blushed, never having been the one to be showered with such overwhelming affection.

"Okay." Tony said, taking Steve's hands in his own. They looked between each-other and it was a marvel they could sit up at all. This had been long overdue.

"Do you trust me now?" Steve asked, still sat uncomfortably between Tony's legs. But he needed to hear this, hear the words he was so desperate to have Tony say.

Tony thought it over for a second, thinking about what Dimitri had said about his situation. How he'd been worn down and seduced into this life that he now led. Never once had Steve attempted something so insidious. He'd had his moments where his actions were a bit questionable, but for the most part, the blonde tried very hard to make this process as painless as possible. "I trust you." Tony said with certainty.

"Thank you." Steve sighed, giving the brunette a warm embrace. "Okay, okay. We need to go take a shower before this all dries." Tony reminded, stretching as they separated.

Steve nodded, standing up and then quickly sitting back down again. His legs! They were like jelly! Tony raised an eyebrow then tried to contain his smirk, but failed miserably. "Yeah, about that, you're gonna need to take a second or two to regain the strength in your legs. I think you may have pushed yourself a bit to hard on your first time." Tony said.

"Oh, shut up!" Steve said, tossing a pillow at the laughing billionaire's head. Tony skipped out of the way of the pillow and into the adjacent bathroom. He took a long look at himself in the bathroom mirror. His neck was a bit red, but no evidence of a rash forming, he'd have hickies all over his chest tomorrow, but then again there was no one else to see him but Steve. Maybe, if they ended up like this, he wouldn't mind it so much. It would still take him a while to get used to the idea of being a drudge, but if Steve was willing to work with him, he'd try to stop fighting him at every turn.

A/N: Holy-shit batman, I'm sorry for the 5-month wait! University started up again and I had to focus all my strengths on that. Hopefully this chapter makes up for it, especially the impromptu sex-scene that followed. I'm not very good at writing smut (scratch that, I hate going into detail [less is more sort of deal]). So please tell me what you think!