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"Will someone please tell our resident Super Soldier that he's needed on 6th? Like...yesterday? Okay, yesterday the Chitauri weren't attacking and Banner and I were having freeze dried blueberries on the hellicarrier, but you know what I mean, stop being so critical and literal with everything I say. You guys suck." Stark burst across the sky over Thor's head and the blond turned towards the archer standing next to him. A smash of the hammer into one foe did not even cause him to look away from Barton.

"I do not understand many of the words that he speaks," the Asgardian confessed. "He has a conversation with no one but himself."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Clint said, shooting a flying mercenary through the eye while he watched Thor look even more confused. He found a new pasttime, he decided. But, like Tony, Clint wasn't exactly sure where Steve was. He's seen him in one of the buildings but after that-- Clint touched the side of his collar. "Cap?"

"Earth to Captain American, come in Captain America," Tony said, piping music into the background. There was a reason Natasha had taken out her earpiece. "Grandpa, you asleep?"

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"How is this tempting you," he asked, absolutely being tempting. He was Tony Stark after all. He laid like he might at a masseuse with his cheek on his forearm, eyes half closed. "If you don't want to help, I'll wait for Banner. I've had these shards in my back for half the day already. What's twenty minutes more."

Still, each breath made the red ripples on his back rise and fall.

He half smirked into the crook of his arm and waited.

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Oh he knew Tony knew exactly what he was doing. It was impossible to ignore him. How was he supposed to resist when the man was looking at him like that? His words were as good as a direct challenge at this point. Steve never backed down from those.

He picked up a pair of tweezers and gently started pulling out one of the shards. He would pull out a few before he did anything with the blood trickling from the injuries. "No, they need to come out. You're still losing blood."

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"Maybe," Tony said, "but not at any dangerous levels. Most of my wounds have scabbed over and-- Shit--!" Okay, one of those really did hurt. He shuddered and tried to stay still, but when a two inch long piece of glass was tugged out of your left shoulder, he was pretty sure that gave him the license to curse just a little bit.

The smaller pieces caused his skin to bead with blood ever so slightly but that one might need some stitching.

Tony's teeth gritted. "Bastard shouldn't have been able to throw me like that," he complained. "It was plate glass, triple paned. I don't understand how it broke."

A little bit of ice went a long way, however.

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Cursing didn't bother Steve. He was a soldier; he heard plenty of it even if he didn't do much of it himself. He was trying to be careful as he pulled pieces out but it wasn't easy. He was trying to move slow enough that it didn't just fracture more.

After a few large pieces and a handful of smaller pieces are pulled out, he inspected the cuts closely. One did likely need stitches. It was bleeding rather nicely, at least until Steve leaned down and licked carefully, a small sound escaping him as he did. Delicious.

"They're as strong as me, if not stronger and there's no telling if he had done something to the window," Steve pointed out, breath close to Tony's back as he shifted to another cut.

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Lazy, muted whimpers and growls rumbled in the back of his throat. Tony wasn't sure what to make of it, why it felt so good, or why he was turned on. He didn't say a thing to Steve as his dad's science project lapped up his blood.

He just hoped Bruce his time...and that there was more glass in his back and across his thighs to receive these little cat-like licks to. In fact, it wasn't until a dozen little shards fell into the kidney bean shaped holding dish Banner left out for that very purpose that Tony even found he had a voice.

Another few shards later, he finally managed to draw in a shaky breath and present his working hypothesis. "Blood-- Is that what makes you what you are?"

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The sounds Tony made were interesting and for some reason made him want to do a lot more than just lick blood off the man's skin. He was keeping an eye--and ear--out for Bruce. He wasn't explaining this to the scientist; he didn't have the clearance.

Steve hesitated as he dragged his tongue up another wound and frowned slightly at the question. He wasn't sure he completely understood what Tony was getting at and decided that before he answered a little clarification was in order.

"I don't follow. What do you mean?"

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"You're swallowing," Tony said with all the patience of a lover as he laid there, half blissed out. He should have been squeamish, turned off at least, but there was something soothing and wonderful in the way Steve's saliva pressed to his wounds.

Why?

"That means you're consuming-- Well that just sounds disgusting. It feels good. Being licked tends to but not exactly where you're licking. There's something in your saliva. Not an anticoagulant. But close."

He moaned. He couldn't help it.

"What are you?"

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He pulled out a few more pieces of glass and paused, then leaned down to lick those as well. Tony just tasted so good. He was consuming. It was a very vital and important thing for him. He just didn't know it could taste so good.

Steve hesitated and decided to just go for the truth. He checked again to make sure that Bruce wasn't coming back before he said, "I'm a vampire."

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"Jesus Christ, Rogers, next you'll be telling me that you sparkle or went to Hogwarts!" But Tony knew it was true. There's always a grain of truth to any legend, any story. Vampires... He just hadn't expected them to really exist. What else could Steve be, lapping at his blood, purring at him that he tasted so good...?

Tony's eyes closed.

"Shit. Is this the part where you kill me? I've been almost killed enough today."

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"I don't... Sparkle?" He sounded confused by that particular reference. They both knew the Hogwarts one was bogus. Most people didn't expect them to exist. It was how he survived so long.

Apparently Tony believed him, otherwise he wouldn't have kept going. It was hard to tell because the other man was rarely serious about anything. He would work under the assumption that he really did believe him until he was informed otherwise.

"No, we don't have to kill anyone. I've never... fed on anyone that wasn't already gone or blood donations. Those I have to steal but it's better than assaulting someone," Steve muttered, inhaling again. "I've never needed a taste of someone so badly before though."

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"Am I suppose to be flattered that I'm not dead and my blood's coming right from the source?" That had to be the reason. He was alive. Steve had just gotten a taste for having a warm meal and not one of the defrosted bags from the blood drive wagon.

So why didn't he just do it the way Dracula and Tom Cruise seemed to life to? Was it too dangerous? Or...did he actually smell -- and taste -- different?

Tony pressed his lips together momentarily.

"Huh. Well, I guess I am a little bit flattered. Finish up, Cap, or you're gonna get caught in the middle of a meal." Why am I so all right with this!?

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He wouldn't really consider this a meal necessarily but it was the general idea. Tony's health was still the most important so he set to work removing the rest of the glass pieces from his back and thighs.

"I don't feed on the living," he muttered, dropping the last splinter in the dish. "I never wanted to hurt anyone or force myself on anyone."

He hesitated before he licked up Tony's thigh and stopped when he heard footsteps. He was so handsome.

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And now he had an erection. That probably wasn't an intended side effect here, but he huffed slightly before Steve pulled away to give him a little bit of dignity before Bruce showed up again. The scientist smirked. "I told I'd be right back," he told Tony as if he was dealing with an impatient toddler and then he thanked Steve for humoring Tony.

Tony didn't look at the blond during the rest of the session as the doctor tugged out each sliver and immediately pressed a sterile pad down against the cuts to stem the flow of bleeding.

Tony had no way of knowing that Steve's saliva had ended up healing him and if Bruce noticed (and he did since there should be more angry marks on Tony to match the glass in the dish), he said nothing.

At least it made his erection go away to have the doctor working on him.

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Definitely handsome, all muscles with a strong jaw and right now at his mercy. Steve was certainly aroused by all of this. He lingered as long as he could and his pants might be a little tighter when he pulled away to lean against the wall again.

His eyes still didn't leave Tony as Bruce sorted out the pieces that the vampire missed in his distraction. He smelled so good and the taste was really just a snack for him. Steve really didn't know why he was still there but he couldn't leave.

He brushed off the Doctor's statement and nearly whined when he started soaking up the blood with the pads. All that wonderful liquid being wasted. It was such a shame.

"How does he look?"

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"The answer is 'handsome' an/or 'sexy'," Tony supplied for them both as Bruce told him that he could get up. He took his time putting his jeans back on, if only to spare anyone from the half hard erection still filling out the front of his underwear. "Thanks, Doc. That was a pain in the ass. Do we know what sort of containment they have Mr, Meglomaniac in?"

It would take a day or two to get the tesseract back into shape for the trip to Asgard but Tony really wanted to make sure that no one was going to break out and decimate his brand new Tower.

Again.

The amount of work he had to put into it.... Tony stretched, inavertantly rubbing a few of his scabs off. It wouldn't be enough to bother him, but it might be enough to brother Steve.

"i don't know about you two but I need a shower."

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Both of those were true but he wasn't going to admit it in front of Dr. Banner. He wanted to keep as much of this under wraps as possible and that included anything he may or may not do with Tony.

"Loki is being kept in a cage like the Hulk, firmly on the ground. Triple layers of security. Romanoff and Barton are assisting Thor. He's been cuffed, shackled and muzzled at Thor's recommendation," Steve told the man and he wet his lips when he smelled fresh blood. This was going to be torture.

He glanced down at himself, "I could use one myself."

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"I think we all could," Bruce said, some debris still clouding his dark hair gray. Tony looked between the two with a smirk.

"We'd need to invite Thor and Barton or else they'd feel left out." He did not mention Natasha. Natasha would only do something horrible and sexy to him and he had already been yelled at by Pepper once today.

It was too bad that she was in London.

He had a feeling the wouldn't do what he was about to if she was in the country.

"So how about Banner, you take the guest en suite," he pointed through the door. "We're about the same size, I have clothing in the closet. Cap, I'll show you to another one. You're...you're just going to have to put up with putting on dirty clothing again because...yeah. Your chest isn't real."

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"I think they can find their own showers," Steve told Tony with a shake of his head. He followed the pointing to the shower that Bruce was going to use--it was always good to know where they were--and turned to follow the billionaire.

"An agent brought me a bag," he informed the other man. "It's outside the door." He was just too enamored with Tony's smell to change out of his uniform pants and undershirt. He grabbed it now as they walked by it. "And my chest is real."

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Leading a vampire on was pretty much right up there stuff he shouldn't do. Having already been killed entirely too many times in the last few days, one would think that Tony would bar the door and run away. Alas, he was forever interested in the next big thing that might kill him but feel too good in the process to give up and while Steve might have been a better fit if he was a woman, this had to go along the lines of what was and wasn't gay. If Tony got the blowjob, he wasn't gay. If he gave one...well. Sexual identity was fluid.

He still wasn't gay though. He just liked being licked.

"It can't be. A real person can't be so..." He stretched his hands out. "Too much is too much. You're a few seconds from a debilitating back injury," he replied, laughing breathy as they entered his bedroom. The bathroom was just beyond that.

The shirt didn't make it there.

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At least it was better than leading on a dangerous vampire. Steve wasn't going to hurt him if he could help it. There were enough dangerous things threatening them in the world without him adding to them.

Steve was fairly certain that he was attracted to personalities more than he cared about pieces. It wasn't something that came up very often. He tried to avoid getting too close to people. They tended to ask questions or freak out about him not breathing in his sleep. Bucky was the only one that knew.

"I think I'll be fine," he scoffed. Steve eyed the room they were walking through and frowned. "I thought you were showing me to a bathroom."

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"I am showing you to the bathroom," he said cheekily over his shoulder. It was hard attempting to be enticing -- what the hell? -- when you're in pain, however. Tony ended up leaning -- well, being propped up -- against the door jam as he watched Steve. "This is the bathroom. How do you like it?"

Tony tried to tell himself that offering himself this was was mutually beneficial. Steve got his treat...and Tony got to feel good.

Besides, he only stung still where Bruce had been at work dabbing his wounds.

Anyplace Steve had touched-- Tony backed into the bathroom to look at himself over his shoulder.

Okay, well, that was good to know.

"Figured we could help each other out," he said with more confidence. "I need my back and my thighs touched up."

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He supposed he should have expected that but he never got any indication from the man that he was remotely interested in men, much less Steve. He was fairly certain they didn't see eye to eye on quite a few things. His blue eyes were almost piercing as he eyed him standing by the door frame and he slipped by to inspect the bathroom.

"It looks extravagant," he told him, turning to look at the man and scanned the rest of his wounds. There were still quite a few but not nearly as many as Steve already dealt with earlier. He was fairly certain it would never be enough.

"They're not deep enough to bleed much," he told him.

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Tony knew how to deal with rejection and shrugged. These things happened, even to a guy with his looks and his money and his personality. Generally, it was the personality itself that threw some people off. However, he could take 'not bloody enough for me' into consideration too.

"Okay, then I hope you and your chest enjoy your shower," Tony said with a smug flippancy, grabbing his robe. It might not bleed muck but they still hurt, more now because he wasn't flying around trying not to die.

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He realized, suddenly, that the man thought that meant he wasn't interested and his instincts--quite helpfully--informed him that anything he could get from Tony was better than nothing. He couldn't just let him leave. He knew he was going to seem desperate but he couldn't help it.

"Wait," he raised one hand. "I wasn't saying I wouldn't do it. I was just commenting. It'll still make them feel better."

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"Good. Because these hurt like a bitch." That wasn't exactly true. His back and thighs stung, but a few aspirins, some scotch, and sleep would do wonders. "And there's the mess in my hair line too."

All right, now he was getting ridiculous, like he'd found an expensive call girl willing to do anything for him. He shouldn't treat Steve like that. He knew he really shouldn't be doing this at all. He had an annoyingly addictive personality and the way the other man's tongue felt against him--

"Where's easier? I don't want blood on my sheets. Let me get a towel." Yep. High class happy ending massage therapist. Great. He wasn't sure how to explain this one away as he crawled onto his stomach.