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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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Steve shrugged, "I didn't say it made sense. I don't smell it as much on you as I should."

Probably not, but he can try anyway. Steve is trying to be good.

He looked a bit sheepish, "I didn't think you would let me in and usually, but it was unlocked. The rules are all about exceptions. Unlocked doors are considered an open invitation."

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"Second floor balconies are not an invitation. Man. Everyone wants loopholes. Is nothing sacred?" Tony swished the scotch around in his mouth. Other than DUM-E and JARVIS, he was alone here. Alone with Steve. Yeah. This was going to end so well.

He held up a hand to signal that Steve didn't have to answer. Not that question at least.

"So what is it, Lassie? Did Timmy fall down the well again?" In other words, what do you want?

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Tony was asking a vampire if nothing was sacred? It was almost funny. Steve didn't care how much if a stretch the loophole was just because he didn't regularly abuse it. Honestly, this was the first time he even tried it out.

Steve looked confused, he didn't understand that reference, vampire or my he was still frozen for seventy years. He sort of thought got the gist of the question though and he knew that the man was going to ask at some point.

"Fury wanted me to see the world," he replied and it wasn't untrue. This just probably wasn't what the Director had in mind. "Figured I'd start somewhere I knew someone."

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Tony didn't buy it. "Didn't you just get that job in DC?" Fury might have told Steve that, he doubted that the golden boy would outright lie, but he was lying just the same. And Tony could smell the bullshit.

So he oh so wisely called him on it. Yeah, perfect.

Tony gestured with his glass. "How about the real reason?"

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"I was reassigned to DC," Steve confirmed. "But they're still putting the strike team together before I'll have missions."

Why couldn't Tony just leave it alone?

Steve pressed his lips together and shook his head, "You're not going to like the answer."

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Well that just made Tony's eyebrows tick upwards. There were a lot of things that he didn't like. Cat people, for instance. Hot dog stands without sauerkraut. These were things that Steve couldn't know so he was pretty sure Steve couldn't predict why, exactly, he wouldn't like the answer.

Tony put the glass down and leaned on the bar between them.

"Try me."

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He still hesitated because it sounded ridculous and just a little obsessive. Okay, maybe more than a little. He still didn't know how to categorize it. It was almost like the man's smell was an addiction and he wasn't surprised by the nagging need for another taste either though he stamped down pretty hard on it.

"I couldn't..." He pressed his lips together and then sighed, "I needed to smell you again. I couldn't stand the thought of how far away you were. I know that sounds... Weird. I don't get it either. I've never had this before."

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As far as stalking went, he'd had worse. His temporary driver had taken a bribe once and let under age twins in his backseat. They left bubble gum in the cup holder, lied poorly about their age, and tried to get into his pants. That was bizarre.

This... This was sort of sweet. In a really creepy sort of way. Tony drew back, standing up straight with his shoulders back.

"Does SHIELD have vampire doctors? Because that sounds like some sort of disease." The joking tone was conspicuously gone from voice however. Fear and excitement had returned. "I'm not sure how I feel about being a snack."

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Steve was trying not to be creepy about it but his urge to just smell Tony was outweighing some of his common sense.

"No, they don't," he shook his head. As far as he knew, they didn't know about any others. He was unique. "All they've learned or most of it at least, is all from me."

He nodded, making an abrupt frustrated gesture, "I'm not sure it's a good idea anyway. I'll just... want more." Vicious cycle but Steve knew it was true. Licking his wounds told him that much. Tony tasted too good to never have again.

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"And what about others..." How could Steve be alone? Tony knew nothing about his background. "Because a human being doesn't replenish blood all that quickly."

He might have looked into it. It took weeks for a body to replace a single pint of blood. How much did it take for Steve to live anyway? Tony wasn't exactly altruistic. Sure. He was a philanthropist. Yes. He gave to charities. But that was just money. Not his own blood.

He found himself swallowing.

"And what if I say no? Never again?"

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"I don't drink from humans," he shrugged. "Just the bags. I've never had this kind of a draw toward someone before and fresh, it takes less, considerably less. I don't have exact amounts. I never had time to pay attention."

The battlefield was not the safest place to be drinking but he knew he after most of those times he didn't need anything for at least a week. More than that and he got antsy but not necessarily hungry.

what if I say no?

Steve stared at him quietly, his chest tight and his pulse would probably be racing if his heart beat more than once a minute, just enough to keep the blood from hardening. He was not fond of that question. It made him mentally jerk in protest.

Finally, he swallowed, wet his lips and then pressed them together. "Then I won't touch you." It wouldn't be easy to do but he was a man of his word and he could still, technically, smell him which was part of it.

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Men that good didn't exist. Steve Rogers didn't make a lick of sense. He would fall and when he did he would fall hard. All good men did. And Steve was still so young. Looking. Shit. He'd forgotten that, despite being frozen, the man was still older than he was. The man? The vampire more like. Tony felt his saliva drying on his tongue.

"So if I told you to, you'd leave me alone? No more breaking in?" Tony waited for the answer but it didn't matter. His mind was made up the moment he heard the voice coming from his kitchen.

Whatever drew Steve to him had drawn Tony as well. What could be more dangerous and thrilling, what could take his mind properly from the vortex?

How about purposefully shattering his scotch glass so the shards went into his hand? A little dramatic, but hey. Now Steve didn't need an excuse. And maybe his good boy attitude would get washed away. "Oops..."

And also, shit. That hurt!

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They did exist. They were just few and far between and just a little immortal in this case. He was older but honestly, with the time in the ice, it was almost back to square one when it came to figuring out his place in the world.

"Yes," he replied, even though it pained him. He didn't want to leave the man alone but if the billionaire insisted Steve would comply. He meant it when he said he didn't want to force himself on anyone.

Steve flinched slightly at the glass breaking and he knew that it wasn't easy to actually manage that which meant that either Tony was really freaking out about this or he did it on purpose. The 'oops' just answered which one. The smell didn't take long to hit him. He ran his tongue over his lower lip and kept his eyes on the man's hand, "Need help with that?"

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Tony needed help with locating his head actually because clearly it had been detached from his body. He lifted his hand up, two large shards protruding painfully from his palm and every finger cut. Blood dripped onto the polished granite bar top. He swallowed, at least aware that he was being an idiot this time. JARVIS would be proud.

"If I told you no, would you respect that too?"

Baiting a vampire was ridiculous. And he was badly hurt. He needed his hands to function. Giving Steve this dilemma was going to just hurt Tony in the long run should he chase the vampire off.

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Now this was just bordering on cruel and his fists curled with the effort it was taking to stay on his side of the room. His eyes followed the trail of blood down the man's hand to the counter, his eyes slightly dilated and his breath slowly quickened.

He swallowed and ground his jaw together. If Tony really said no, he was going to have to leave. It should be obvious to the billionaire that Steve was struggling here. He could manage one word, "Yes."

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People didn't... People like Steve didn't exist. Tony frowned and worked the largest piece of glass from his palm and then tossed it into the garbage chute. He cursed the whole while, cupping the blood in his hand before he removed the other. There wasn't anything else in his hand, the rest had just shattered over the granite.

"As long as we understand each other," Tony said and stepped around the bar carefully, cradling the blood in both hands now. "And you're knocking from now on."

He lifted his hands to Steve, holding his breath.

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Steve's attention was focused sharply on the pieces of glass coming out of Tony's hand and spilling more of his blood. His feet were firmly routed to the floor where he was standing. He wasn't sure yet if he could move without making it toward Tony. It was a relief when the man gave him permission instead and Steve didn't waste any time.

He cupped underneath Tony's hands and just inhaled for a moment, glancing up at the man's brown eyes, before he dipped his head to slide his tongue through the pooling blood with a small groan.

It was even better than he remembered.

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Of course it was. These weren't dregs, half coagulated. This was fresh and right from the source. To see Steve treat his blood as if it was a vintage of fine wine made his cock actually half hard. To know the other man was lapping at the sticky red pool of blood in his palm ought to have been a revulsion but it was anything but. Tony bit down on his lower lip right until the tip of that tongue touched the cuts on his fingers.

He couldn't stop himself from whimpering after that, his lips parting wetly. Tony bowed his head, nose pressing into the crown of the blond's head, trying to see if there was any particular scent there besides shampoo. There wasn't.

"Shhh," he breathed. "Slowly." Make it last.

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This had to be better than sex though honestly, he was having a similar reaction. Steve just didn't see how anything else could be this good so he was ignoring it. Why was it so addicting? Was it really just the reactor? His hands shifted from just supporting to actually holding.

The whimper didn't really help and he could feel Tony press against his head which was just fine. He wasn't trying to pull away so that was a good sign. He took his time just lapping up the blood and maybe letting the man bleed a little longer than necessary just to be greedy.

"Easy for you to say," he breathed back.

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"It is. Very easy. And I mean it." His fingers were mostly healed. A few more laps and it would be over. Tony didn't really want it too. He reached up to lightly thread uninjured fingers through the back of the blond's hair, right at the nape of his neck. It was strange to feel something so short and almost fuzzy. Tony kept his own hair longer than that.

He needed to sit. They probably should have cozied up on the sofa, but no one wanted that. It was too intimate. Too likely to lead to other situations that Tony wasn't so sure he was comfortable with just yet.

"It'll be at least a week before I can let you have more." Weird. It was like scheduling dates now around when it was safe to bleed.

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Whether Tony meant it or not, it didn't automatically make it easy for Steve. It was sort of the other man's fault. He was the one that had to go and taste so good. This was, thankfully, more than he had gotten from Tony's thighs and that was helping him as the wounds started to close up again.

He leisurely dragged his tongue across the last deep cut and cleaned the rest of Tony's hand of all the blood he could find.

Steve regretfully pulled back and nodded in understanding, "You don't have to hurt yourself, you know. That's what these are for." He briefly flashed his fangs.

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"You've never used those before," Tony said, lethargic and blissful otherwise those fangs might well have caused him to draw back. He actually felt sleepy and it didn't frighten him. That was a first. A slow, tired smile pulled on his lips. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to be the first."

He gently stroked Steve's cheek without meaning for it to be so affectionate and lightly pushed Steve back only to immediately grab onto him.

His knees were wobbly. Lack of sleep and food and now blood had left him exhausted. All in a good way.

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"I've used them," he corrected. "Just not on... someone alive." He doubted that reassured Tony at all but he felt like it was important to make that distinction. He wasn't completely untested in the teeth department. "But I understand."

The affectionate stroke was a little confusing but it was forgotten as soon as the man swayed on his feet and he caught him with a look of concern. He didn't think he took that much. "Are you alright?"

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The drowsy smile never really left his face. Cadaver fangs wasn't sexy. It was funny but really not sexy st all. Having strong arms around him, however, now that was pretty damned sexy for reasons his brain wasn't willing to get into right now. He let his head fall towards a well muscled shoulder.

"Actually I feel pretty good," he yawned. "Won't be having scotch before you test those fangs out next time though. Bedroom is around back by the porch. You're super strong, care to give me a lift?"

Worth a shot.

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The smile was a little weird to see but he would settle for that over fear. Steve did his best to support him but no more than that while he waited on Tony's brain to catch up to what was going on. He filed the comment about how the man felt away for a later day.

"Yeah, sure," Steve nodded and promptly swept Tony's feet out from under him. It was completely effortless. "Just watch your head."