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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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starspangledspandex

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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starkingenuity

"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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starspangledspandex

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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starkingenuity

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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starspangledspandex

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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starkingenuity

"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.

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starspangledspandex

He tilted his head as he watched Tony move and he frowned slightly, glancing back at the shower but following Tony anyway. The rest of it could wait. He didn't give a damn if either of them were scrubbed down yet.

Tony was going a mile a minute and that was fine by him. He was adaptable. He waited as the man laid out the towel and crawled onto it. He wet his lips, "Ready?"

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starkingenuity

Was he ready? What sort of step was this? For Steve, it was like taking him out to dinner for a job well done or something, right? It was nothing to put a lot of thought or effort in. It just was...food.

"Go ahead, some of us aren't staying the same age forever," he snarked, playing it a lot cooler than he currently felt.

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starspangledspandex

Tony really didn't get it, not really. Steve did have a massive and intense desire to feed on the other man but he wasn't thinking of him as food. It was a dangerous way to think. The man was a friend--he thought so anyway--and this could be a very intimate thing.

"I'll have to reopen some of these," he murmured, crawling onto the bed beside Tony. "It shouldn't hurt too much."

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starkingenuity

Tony didn't exactly like Steve, actually. They had fought each other and then fought together and while Steve had come to the rescue of sorts when he had fallen, that didn't make them friends. Tony didn't do friends, and if he did, they would be robotic AIs or Bruce Banner.

Not oddly muscular, blond, blue eyed super soldiers who use to hang out with his dad. Actually, especially not oddly muscular, blond, blue eyed super soldiers who use to hang out with his dad. His dad was still partially on his shit list.

These things happened.

Still, he stretched out against the mattress as if he was on the beach, cheek on his forearm. "Do what you've got to do."

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starspangledspandex

He knew that the man wasn't his biggest fine and that was fine. They grated on one another; it was understandable. They were from vastly different times. They valued almost completely different things. Steve would deal with it just for another taste.

His teeth dragged over Tony's scabbed and he used his sharper fangs to scrape them open, which he immediately followed with his tongue. Steve couldn't keep a small groan from escaping him.

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starkingenuity

The ripping sensation wasn't the most pleasant but what followed made it worthwhile. Tony's head lifted from his arm and he closed his eyes, brows knitting and lifting in rhythmic motions. He would have to hurt himself more--

The thought made him groan, and not quite in pleasure. Tony was a risk taker, he didn't always follow safety measures, but he wasn't thinking of Steve as the ultimate band-aid. It simply felt so. Good. So fucking good.

He let out a heated breath and curled and uncurled his toes. One would think Steve was doing more than licking up trickling blood.

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starspangledspandex

The reaction from the other man was interesting. Steve never actually did this before so he didn't know what to expect. He was almost acting like it was as good as sex which he wasn't completely sure about. He was never on the other end of a vampire licking and sex, well, he never convinced himself to try to land anyone when he was sick.

"You good?" he asked, because he wanted to make sure even if the reaction seemed pretty clear. Steve ran his tongue randomly up Tony's thigh where he could feel his pulse. Femoral artery. "Some vampires prefer drinking from here," he commented idly. It was more intimate that way.

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starkingenuity

Good? Tony exhaled narrowly, half a chuckle about all he could manage. "Yeah, I'm good." He wasn't giving Rogers a snack out of the kindness of his stony little heart after all. He let his head fall back to the towel before Steve spoke again. The muscles under the skin in his thighs tightened under the salty skin below his tongue and he nearly bit his lip.

"Yeah?" He asked as if he was some sort of breathy harlot in a bodice ripper. "But you wouldn't know because you don't feed from people, right?"

Tony wanted to squirrel out the answers. Even if it was hard to concentrate.

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starspangledspandex

"Good," he muttered against the man's leg as he shifted sides.

Oh he knew Tony was fishing for information but honestly he expected it so it didn't put him off at all. If he was going to tell someone, they might as well ask.

"No, I don't," he confirmed. "I never liked the idea of forcing someone and before the serum... I wasn't top of the list."

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starkingenuity

The feel of hot breath, the tingle, and everything that came with Steve half between his legs was bliss. "You were...even before my dad got to you?"

He'd thought, for a moment, that the serum made Steve who he was, not that the kid was already a vampire.

What a skinny, sick little kid to be one! Tony didn't bite down a moan fast enough. "How'd that even work then? How'd you get anything to eat? Or do vampires these days like pizza too?"

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starspangledspandex

"Yeah, I was," he agreed, Tony was distracting him a little but that was probably a good thing. He just smelled so good. It was fading a little as he healed the scabs over but up close, he was still alluring.

"Back then, well, it was harder," he muttered. "I was turned in 1918 that's why SHIELD uses it for my birthday. I was twenty-five then, so it wasn't too far off. I was sick enough I could pass for younger. A lot younger."

He might suck a little at one of the wounds before he licks it over this time. Oops. "Before that, mostly animals. Butchers, especially, sold pig's blood for any number of ethnic dishes. Then there was Bucky and the war. Plenty of fresh dead bodies. Now, SHIELD knows, so I get packets out of the blood bank."

Steve made a face, "The fresher the better though, honestly. I need it less often if it's fresh."

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starkingenuity

Steve was...ancient. Okay, not ancient, but he'd seen two centennials. Tony couldn't get his mind around it. The intensity of the pleasure from the blond sucking -- yeah he noticed that -- didn't really help either. Tony's heart was in his throat as his fingers flexed around coils of towel. He was making a mess of it.

"So if I'm the freshest you've had... Does this count as me taking you to dinner?" The wit was so much less biting when he could barely string a few sentences together.

Steve was dangerous and maddening and Tony was finding himself on edge.

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starspangledspandex

He didn't know what to think about Tony's reaction but it was very quickly affecting Steve too and he shifted uncomfortably. It shouldn't be nearly this sexy to lick... okay, maybe it was. The point was he didn't think Tony was interested and he wasn't sure if he could keep himself from biting him anyway.

"I don't know," he admitted. "It hasn't come up."

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starkingenuity

Maybe but something else has. Tony pressed more fully against the towel in some hope of relief but absolutely none came. Each lick, each taste, each time Steve sucked at his skin, all Tony could do was whine in an impossibly enticing way.

"Then I guess it's never come up on how you're suppose to deal with someone who's taken you to dinner and is seriously--" He let out a shaky breath. "--Turned on?"

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starspangledspandex

Tony wasn't the only one with something up and interested. Steve's interest went up exponentially with the older man's squirming. He raised an eyebrow at the other man's question and shook his head, "No, I can't say it has but I'm a quick study."

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starkingenuity

Tony, unfortunately, had to be a dick. It was sort of a pre-requisite to his very being. "I win the pool then!" he said, knowing he was likely going to piss his vampire team mate turn on right off. He couldn't help himself at all. "You are a virgin."

He probably ought to have checked to see how much blood he still had on his skin before he said that.

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starspangledspandex

He scowled, eying Tony and quickly finished up what he was doing. "I had other things to think about. I was always concerned I would have a control issue."

Steve was very certain unexpectedly sinking his teeth into his lover was generally a mood killer. He pulled back, "No one has smelled like you before either but you're lucky that last part turned out not to be true."

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starkingenuity

Tony did suppose that was lucky, Steve could have seriously hurt him on a lark. It really wasn't his plan to become a victim for a fourth time today. He'd been through enough. Even so, he could have died happily if it was anything at all like the tongue bath he'd been getting.

Despite his obvious arousal, since Steve moved back, Tony sat up and pointed to his hair line.

"Yeah well... I guess this is sort of like doing my duty to my country," he muttered because he was not the sort to be able to stop himself from making terribly poor life choices and writing himself out of pleasure these days. "Missed spot."

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starspangledspandex

His eyes raked down to Tony's thighs and he swallowed, wetting his lips. He wouldn't mind cleaning up the rest of it but after Tony's comment he thought he would just deal with it. However much he really didn't want to keep away from him.

"I guess you'll have to get it yourself," he flashed very pointy teeth at the man as he stood up. It was a touchy subject and he didn't need to hear about it from Tony of all people.