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The flashes and the sound of shutters made Steve squirm in his too tight tux, one of his hands rising to shield his eyes from the sudden lights.
"I still don't get why they bother, don't they know we don't appear in pictures?"
James, by his side, while fixing his own dress just shrugged: "I think they can't remember, they're humans". The last bit wasn't said without a pinch of contempt.
The blond, pale male let his fangs show through his smile and waved elegantly, scoffing at his friend's comment
"Don't be so harsh with them, they don't have eternity to think about if vampires appear in pictures or not. Let them dream of the moment they will have some power over us with some blackmail"
At this Bucky, the brunet friend, laughed out loud, bending his back slightly and patting his chest with his hand. His family ring shining under the lights: "They are hopeful for real, aren't they?!"
Steven just shrugged and headed to the door of the big palace that held the event: Stark Tower.
For the record: the Stark family was one of the most influential groups among the humans, so much that vampires seeked their support in different ways.
It wasn't uncommon for their species to attend such mundane events, they needed to show how good of beings they were.
And of course, if they could eat, they would.
"Steven G. Rogers!", Howard Stark cheered at the sight of his favourite (and most menacing) non-human. Weirdly enough, the word vampire always scared the others.
"And James Buchanan Barnes, it's a pleasure to have you here, please have a drink"
Like a good host, that Stark wasn't, he showed them both inside offering champagne and some appetizers, which of course were declined.
The night wasn't entertaining, apart from a couple erupting in a fight because she stared at another man way too long for her partner's liking, fragile masculinity was Steve's favourite thing to watch.
A quick nudge to his elbow shook Steve awake from his train of thoughts involving being bored, hungry and absolutely thirsty.
"Chick at hour three, hasn't moved her eyes from you since you started standing here like an idiot", Bucky's voice in his ear made him cringe, they could have talked at a normal distance like normal people.
Nonetheless, the blond looked up and- wow- he locked eyes with two light blue pools studying him like a manuscript. The woman had long lashes, just a black line of eyeliner complimenting the shape of her lids.
Steven couldn't help but stare.
The only thing that distracted him from her eyes was the movement of her hand bringing the glass of champagne to her plump, red lips.
"You either go up and talk to her or I will-", Bucky didn't even finish his sentence that Steven was already moving towards her, smiling politely while fixing the collar of his shirt.
"Are you interested in me or is it just the first time you see a vampire?"
When she spoke her voice was low, warm and round; it was like a good glass of red wine.
"Neither, since I've been attending these parties for my whole life and my father won't stop talking about you and your family all the time"
"Your father?"
"The very owner of this house, you would have known already if you didn't waste your introduction on yourself and instead asked for my name", the woman smirked in victory. She clearly knew the power she had on men and vampires, apparently.
"I apologise for my rudeness, I must say I was intrigued by the way you carved the shape of your eyes in my skull", Rogers gently held up his hand, taking the one offered by her and brushing his cold lips against warm skin.
A scar next to her vein caught his attention.
"What's your name?"
"Toni Stark, heir of Stark industries"
The blond smiled, straightening his back up, and licked his lips: "a lovely name. I'm Steven Rogers, head of the Rogers family".
"Nice to meet you, Rogers"
They both smiled, way too polite for the atmosphere that was forming between them. Images of her naked on his bed were already forming in Steve's mind, hopefully she wasn't that resistant.
"If you'll excuse me, Steven, this game of stares can continue later. How about you meet me outside in an hour?"
"It would be my pleasure, milady", with a bow and another kiss of her hand Steven made his way back to Bucky's side, who was now chatting away with a buff man, slightly shorter than his friend. This man's skin reflected the lights with glimpses of gold, high cheekbones in a full face. His hands were playing with a glass of whiskey, amber colour just lighter than the dark chocolate tone the man's skin was.
Steven smiled softly and patted his own friend's back while addressing the counterpart: "I hope Bucky is not boring you out with his family's stories and what not"
The man smiled, shaking his head: "oh no, he actually kept going on about your missions during world war II. I'm Sam by the way"
At those words Steve let out a loud groan: "oh no I hope he didn't tell you the time he got stuck in the woods naked!"
"He actually didn't", Sam's smirk itself revealed how screwed Bucky was now.
That was a low blow, Steve knew it, but that story had always succeeded in amusing new partners.
James grimaced and stomped the blond's foot: "why don't you fuck off for example?!"
"Oh I'm going to, actually, came here to tell ya I'm not coming home with you"
The three of them grinned in unison.
"Good luck then"
"I will need it, she's not like any girl I've seen"
"In years?"
"Centuries"
And with that Steve was headed to the main door.
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Steven didn't wait long when he saw the elegant figure walking down the stairs. Her red dress is now covered by a thick coat and a fluffy scarf.
The vampire held back a big grin when he saw her and offered his arm out for her to hold on.
"Had a good night?"
"I've had worse nights, I hope you don't mind going out of this place. The party is gonna be way longer than I can bear"
"No, actually it would have been weird courting you in front of your parents"
Toni Stark grinned, gripping Steve's forearm tight with her red nails contrasting against the darkness of his own coat: "So it's that what you want to do? Court me?"
He sighed looking up at the dark sky above them, light pollution was a disgrace: "Well yes, I'm an old fashioned man"
"I like old fashioned"
The two glanced at each other, locking eyes once again. The blush spreading on her cheekbones was of the most beautiful and lively tone he'd ever seen until that moment. Outside, in the empty street, he could smell her better without being distracted by the drinks and food passing around.
She smelled like engines at first, clean ones in a well kept industry, the tingling taste of passion fruit with an accent of raspberry.
"Are you listening to me?"
Once again Steve was brought back from his thoughts: "pardon me?"
"I said, would you like to grab a drink nearby?", Toni grinned deviously even if slightly irritated. She liked when men listened to her and gave her their full attention, no exceptions for vampires.
"Sure, I know a place nearby"
With a gentle tug on her arm he led the way to a smoky dim lighted pub. It was mostly empty, a few tables occupied by two or three people chatting quietly.
The atmosphere felt relaxed but fancy nonetheless.
The vampire helped her take off her coat, hanging it near the entrance and did the same with his own coat. He then moved to slide her chair back for her, smiling softly as he sat back down on the other side of the tiny table.
"I always thought you kidnapped women for their blood"
Steven looked up at her and licked his lips, his fangs showing slightly with his lips ajar.
"We did, we grew out of it. Women are more adventurous and less bigoted nowadays"
Stark let out a soft chuckle: "bigoted?"
"Yes, they used to scream as soon as they saw us. Not knowing that we actually don't kill our feeders, unless they misbehave"
The woman leaned in on the table, her chest provokingly uncovered by the cleavage of her dress: "what if /I/ misbehave?"
The vampire only grinned, leaning in himself, their noses inches apart: "I would make you obey". The tone in his voice lowered, his voice vibrating against her. She shifted on her seat, never leaving his eyes and she leaned back tossing her long, dark curls behind her
"I can't wait".
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The glass clattered against the wooden table when Toni put it down after drowning her third Old fashioned.
"So that was how I got into MIT at the young age of fifteen"
Steve looked at her in awe: not only was she stunning, she was incredibly intelligent, stubborn and all over interesting.
The way her hands moved while she spoke, her lips curling around the rim of the glass. Steve was becoming hungry and the warmth of the pub didn't help at all.
The woman tentatively touched his hand: "are you listening?"
"Yes, I am"
"Really? What did I say?"
"That despite being one of the few women at MIT you felt at home there way more than with your parents"
Toni blinked, stunned by the fast answer, her lips curling upwards
"Good...you were listening", her fingers circled the rim of the glass. Her eyes going down watching her own movements and then up to Steve's ones
"Are you going to invite me over or shall I beg to become your feeder?"
The vampire grinned wide, a lopsided smirk that made his face lit up with a sort of madness in it. His eyes immediately went darker, even redder in the pupils: "are you willing to be my feeder?"
"Do I have a choice?"
He leaned in close, brushing his nose against her jaw and up to her ear lobe: "you won't look for one after I've started"
A shiver ran down the woman's spine at the sensation of his cold breath against her warm skin. In a few seconds she was pulled up by her hand and secured inside her coat and the two of them are marching out the pub in the cool air of the city at night.
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"This is my home"
The tall Victorian house seemed like the stereotype of a vampire's home from literature, even if this one was warmer than expected. When she stepped inside she saw paintings of old relatives of Steve's: an old blond man in a tux, a big lady showing proudly a golden fang and then, in the center of the room in front of the door was a portrait of a young beautiful blonde woman.
Toni stared into her eyes for long until Steven stepped behind her, gently taking her coat off: "my mother, Sarah Rogers, head of the family before me"
Toni turned to see Steve hanging her coat. She uncharacteristically felt out of place: she was used to being the centre of attention, this wasn't her first time going to a man's home without knowing him well.
Maybe the problem was that this was no man.
The blond stood back in front of her, stroking one lock of hair behind her ear: "got shy all of a sudden?"
Toni took this as a challenge.
Two fistfuls of his jacket dragged him forward and a pair of full warm lips crashed against his mouth.
That was it.
A loud gasp and a giggle escaped from her lips when the tall man lifted her up into his arms, kissing her deeply, pushing his tongue inside her mouth.
She willingly opened her lips sucking on his tongue: it felt kind of weird to feel it so cold against her own warm mouth.
Her expert fingers immediately started working on his shirt, ripping some buttons off of it
"Fuck-", she scratched down his sculpted chest, squeezing in awe at his bulked muscles.
In the meantime Steven marched upstairs with his hands holding her up against himself, squeezing her thighs dragging his digits into her soft, warm skin. Her toned legs perfectly shaved, she was attentive to her looks.
The vampire laid her down on the dark sheets, the red of her dress popping out amongst that darkness.
She was a sight to behold.
"Take off that damn jacket, Vampire"
The lady grinned at Steve's glare
"I am the one giving orders here", he mumbled as he leaned down to kiss down her neck, tasting her sweat on his tongue keeping back from eating her raw and alive, at least not yet.
"Your taste…"
Toni moaned when Steve bit down with sharp teeth and all tongue in the middle of her breasts, making her back arch above the mattress: "Tell me about it~".
Steve groaned loudly against her soft skin: "it's so good...you taste so good Toni".
His hand kneaded her right breast, feeling the hard nipple underneath her dress. He pulled back slurping her blood away from his fangs, licking enthusiastically.
The vampire knelt up, yanking off his shirt tossing it to the side, he unbuckled his pants and whipped the leather belt to the side.
Toni gasped at the sound and grinned wide: "damn Sir…"
Steve looked down at her, eyes roaming up and down her body. His hands joined his eyes pushing up her dress, feeling her inner thighs: "fuck...your skin is so soft…" he leaned down, kissing up her skin, her smell filing up his nostrils and lungs.
Toni arched her hips up to let Steve slip her dress higher, right below her chest. His tongue was ravishly licking up her inner thigh to her belly button, his hands unable to stop caressing the taut muscles of her abdomen.
She finally sat up and turned her back to Steven, gaining a disappointed growl from him.
"I need to take this off!", she complained and gently moved her hair to the side of her neck.
He moved closer on the bed, kicking off his shoes and unzipping the dress lower and lower until her back was fully displayed: the top of her ass was gracefully decorated by the black lace of her thong.
"You're a woman of taste…"
"Wasn't it obvious?"
Steven dug in kissing her neck heavily, licking up to her ear and then back down, pushing her down on the bed with a splayed palm in the middle of her back while his tongue licked down the line of her spine.
His teeth grazed on the round muscle still hidden under the dress, before she could move again he bit down, digging his fangs into her flesh, sucking. He felt the thrill of warm blood dripping down his throat, which made him even harder than he already was.
When he finally pulled back she was a panting mess, struggling to push down her dress completely. She turned once again: her body was in full display now. It felt like he was at the feet of a deity, a holy shrine he was soon to enter.
He was the devil ready to corrupt this shrine.
Steve pushed his pants down along with his underwear, pumping at his length twice to make a statement.
Toni was breathing hard, the rise and fall of her breasts hypnotic in front of the vampire's eyes.
He crawled back up to her to leave wet kisses on her chest, around her nipples. His tongue circled on the nipple and his lips closed around it, sucking heavily until he released with a loud pop.
His attention moved to her other breast, flicking the hard teat with his tongue and drooling all over it again.
His ministrations were accompanied by chants emitting from Toni's mouth of "yes, please, more, Steve". Their kiss was hungry, teeth clicking as he tasted inside her mouth with his lingue tongue, pushing against the inside of her cheek.
She sucked hard on it, moaning as he squeezed her hips so tight he for sure left bruises. Toni rocked her hips back and forth against him, trying to get some friction against his hard cock through her panties.
Steven pulled back from the breath-taking kiss, leaving a small peck under her chin as he once again lowered himself on her. Her body quivering under him, ready and in anticipation.
He hooked his arms around her thighs pulling her thong down midway, enough to reveal her wet cunt.
"You're so ready for me aren't you…"
She blushed dark, God did he have to point out that she was becoming desperate?
Her thoughts didn't have time to evolve since his tongue was already pushing against her labia, collecting wetness and making Steve slurp on it.
Toni's brain short-circuited "aaah s-shit~".
More.
Steven wanted more.
He reached in with his thumbs to stretch her open, sliding his tongue deeper inside. Wet sounds and her panting were filling the room as he let her hump against his face.
After tasting more of her wet skin he decided he wanted to go in more: making his tongue pointy he shoved it inside her entrance, pumping in and out while sucking on her clit enthusiastically.
"Ah! AH STEVE FUCK~", the woman squeezed her own breasts when she felt him tongue-fucking her. He was so damn good at it. The contrast of her heat and his cold tongue made her shiver all over. Her legs kicked around and against his big strong back "m-more Steve, I want to feed you-"
She begged and Steven knew this was his moment to begin the real fun.
Once again, with sharp fangs he dug them into the flesh of her thigh, sucking strongly filling his stomach with the warm liquid.
Toni yelped out loud: she expected the pain of course, but not the insane pleasure that came after the bite. She felt her power give out, making her limp at Steven’s mercy.
Her body felt like she was running miles and her energy had to pump towards her goal of pleasure. Her mind was fogged with only images of Steve’s body on her, her sense of touch heightened making her feel Steve’s tongue lapping at the holes in her thigh.
She was just raw meat at her butcher’s mercy.
She gasped for air when she felt Steve’s fangs leave her thigh, dribbles of blood were traveling down her perfect skin.
Steven raised back up holding her waist tight as he let her taste her own blood on his mouth. The woman’s arms were pulling at his back desperately, leaving scratches with her nails.
“more...fuck me Steven, please Steven…”
Her voice was higher now and it hit Steve’s ears almost offending him. He growled and raised up on his knees grabbing her throat with one hand: “You’re such a whore aren’t ya…”
Toni panted heavily both scared and aroused under Steve’s strength.
Her curls bounced against her damp forehead when she shyly nodded, her lips opening once again to take Steve’s thumb inside her mouth.
Her eyes never left him, she still had her power.
In this position the vampire grabbed the headboard behind her after lining his cock to her entrance. Painfully slowly he pushed inside her hot, velvety entrance. Her wetness making it easy to fully enter her.
Toni moaned loudly again, her throat pushing against the vampire’s cold palm and fingers making him squeeze in answer.
Steven pulled out almost completely until only the pulsing tip was inside and then slammed back in starting a brutal pace.
Like a predator stalking his prey he pumped inside the writhing woman under him. “Y-yes- t-there Steven- the-OH”
The way her body arched against the mattress, her breasts almost brushing against his arm made him understand that he hit the right spot.
With this new information he stared pounding inside her again and again, moaning and grunting her name out loud
“Fuck Toni yes- yes like that- you’re so fucking wet for me-”
It felt like a shock down her chest to her toes: a wave of pleasure shook her body making her wet the bed and Steve’s length up her entrance. She stayed upright for several seconds until she felt it, the thing that made her definitely drunk.
The Vampire gave her three harsh slams, their skin slapping loudly and with the last one he released a loud animal growl.
Possession seeped through him: he wanted to own this woman as long as life gave her the chance.
Toni fell limp against the mattress with a ragged breath, her chest again falling up and down under Steve’s eyes.
The vampire leaned down to kiss up her neck, smelling his scent on her. The woman tilted her head kissing his slow and tender, in stark contrast with their latest activity.
“Let me clean you up”
She just mumbled in agreement, another moan slipped out of her mouth when she felt the soft and damp fabric of the towel Steve was using on her.
The vampire kissed everywhere he left a mark, soft attentions that could have passed through as apologies, but they were actually little prizes for the blond’s ego.
“Next time we will do more-”
He interrupted himself when he saw her fast asleep on the dark sheets of his bed.
She seemed even younger while asleep, like if her worries all slipped away with her own blood sucked by her current bed companion.
He licked his fangs and leaned down: “Sleep tight”.
He stood and turned off the lights before exiting the room.