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"Talia, I'd have to be six feet in the ground not to want you. You've seen you, right? And, for all you can be a controlling bitch, I kinda like it. You've got your shit together and you can take care of yourself. That's better than some girl waiting around to get rescued."

Bucky shifts his body some so he isn't pinning her quite so tightly. "I think it might do us good to get the energy out in bed. We might not snap at each other so goddamn much and we were a good team tonight. Besides - I wanna get my mouth all over this body of yours."

All she could do was just...stare up at him. Any other woman would have already jumped his bones, or run away screaming, at such a man speaking these exact same words. And who knew, perhaps he would exhaust her enough so that she'd sleep away the rest of the day without dreaming. Or waking. God, why not? It'd been over three years since she and Alexi had parted ways - hardly noticeable to a vampire, but she still felt his loss most keenly.

"...try not to remember that I'm not your chew toy," she had to snark at him, which was her own skewed mutter of acceptance before she fisted one hand in his thick hair and pulled his mouth down to hers. It was insane, yes, but in its own way it made sense; they were two monsters, no matter how hard she tried to pretend she wasn't, and the moment their mouths met, Natalie felt her blood begin to sing in her veins.

Yes.

She'd hate herself later.

The kiss is just this edge of rough and it only stokes the fire higher for him. Bucky loosens his hands on her so he can slide them down her arms where he'd had them pinned. Pinned no longer, though, because he needs her legs wrapped around his hips.

"Maybe you're not my chew toy," he says lowly, "But I'm yours. I trust you to hold back enough. Been wanting you to sink those fangs into my femoral since the alley earlier. Won't rest until I get it."

Natalia was panting softly when they finally broke apart, staring at the wolf atop her with mildly dazed eyes. She followed the direction of his hands, instinctively parting her thighs and winding lean strong legs around his hips, automatically molding her naked body against his.

"--I can't," she managed to rasp, squirming beneath him. "It's forbidden. Vampires aren't allowed--to pierce flesh with fangs." Biting off a soft moan, Natalia amended, "--or any other sharp object in order to drink blood." But God, wasn't it tempting?

"It doesn't matter if you're human...or not."

"Baby, do I look like I'm going to tell? I heal too fast for it to be noticeable. Unless you've got some kind of ankle monitor on, nobody is going to know and I'm asking you. You're not coercing me. I've just never seen anything as hot as you licking that blood off my neck earlier," Bucky says.

He doesn't get up while he speaks and he bites his lip, hard, so he can taste blood.

"Kiss me now."

This time, she growled at him. Partly for his mouth, partly for his damnable teasing. But the predator in her simply couldn't resist the beckoning scent of his blood, and Natalia surged up from the carpeted floor, devouring his mouth with hers and toppling them over again. She pinned him this time, sharp claws digging into Bucky's shoulders, the nails scraping across metal with a hellish screech.

But there was blood between them now, and the vampire moaned at the fresh, exquisite taste as it hit her tongue. Sharp, sharp fangs sliced into her own lower lip, and her blood mixed with his, driving her even higher. She was dangerously close to becoming a wild thing, hungry and wanton, an edge she'd never before skirted.

It's feral, is what it is, and Bucky isn't sure he can behave any more than he has. She's fucking hot right now, a predator instead of controlled, and he slides his hands down to her ass and press her tight against his hips so she can feel just how fucking hard he is for her. He'd flip her over right now if he thought he could win the fight.

As it is, he tips his neck so she can get a long, good look at it. "Drink. It'll heal overnight and I'm not telling. Need this almost as much as I wanna bury my cock in you. You gonna keep denying yourself, darlin', or are you gonna take what you want?"

She pulled away just enough to lick her lips, and his, clean of their blood. The sight of his neck, pulse throbbing almost eagerly, nearly had her mewling, but the heavy thickness pressing between her naked thighs made her moan.

"--if I bite you, and drink you," she rasped, drawing sharp fingernails down his bare chest, "then you won't be able to fuck me." Damp scarlet tumbled over her shoulders as Natalia tossed her head, green eyes alight with a wicked, wicked gleam.

She rocked her hips in his hands, hissing feral delight to rub his cock between slick, hot folds. "...so you should fuck me first, da?" The challenge in her words wasn't entirely sarcasm, for once.

"Fuck first," Bucky agrees. If she's gonna be down and out after she feeds, he definitely needs to fuck her first. They've been at each other's throats since they met and he feels like it's been building up to something like this the whole time. He feels like there's just too much to go on without some kind of relief so he snaps his hips up hard and curls his fingers on her hips to guide her down onto his cock.

"Goddamn, you're tight. Let me just..." Bucky manages to keep hold of her with his left hand before moving his right so he can work her clit with his thumb. She's hot and wet and he doesn't remember the last time or the last person he was with and all he can think about is her. Just her.

Nothing but her.

It wasn't that she was going to be indisposed after a feeding, but rather than he would be. Losing so much blood in such a short amount of time did a number on the constitution, even one as staunch as a lycanthrope's. But he would learn, she thought fleetingly, then considered knocking him along side the head for his decided lack of finesse, and hissed a sharp breath as the damned mongrel simply impaled her on his cock abruptly.

"Such a gentleman, Barnes," Natalia snarled down at him, but her claws dug into his chest and her hips began to move of their own volition, almost eager for the stroke of his hands. He was thick, hard, and hot; filling her completely and then some, and she had to toss her head and take him, right there on her bedroom floor. Heat flushed her cool skin, and she rode him seamlessly, ruthlessly chasing her own pleasure with every buck of their hips.

"You don't seem to mind," he huffs back, fingers still working her even as he twists and rocks his hips upward. He suspects she needs this fuck as much as he does. How does she do without it, living a half life? She doesn't feed on people the way she wants and she doesn't sleep with men in her bed. It's just work, day in and out, and it seems like Natalia never gives over to just pleasure and fun.

Being a wolf makes him live in the present. Everything is about the now and about what he can get when he gets it. He's not one to plan, only react, and the sex is as thrilling as a fight right now. God, but she's gorgeous and he pushes her down a little so he can get his mouth on one of her breasts to suck a mark.

A new snarl rippled her lips, but they fell apart with a wordless cry when his fingers assaulted her, making her hips buck over his that much rougher. Natalia's head fell back, long red curls bouncing down her bare back, and she willingly capitulated when Bucky tugged her down, hissing in too-long-denied pleasure at the sharp tug of his lips against her breast.

Her own sharp claws dug into thick skin, not to pierce or to hurt, but to keep her from flying entirely right apart. She was already wound so tight, so close to shattering, and they'd only just crashed together. But it was inevitable; all of her life she'd been forced to keep her own instincts under tight rein, lest she become the monster others feared.

But not with this wolf.

She rode him like a wild thing, bucking and straining, her powerful body tightening inexorably around his thick cock buried so deep inside, and it wasn't ten heartbeats later before she fell apart above him, shuddering and crying out in an inhuman language as she writhed.

Bout damn time, Bucky thinks, holding her down to him as she squeezes around his cock. Christ, she feels good, and he wonders how he'd managed to go all those years without fucking anyone or even being human. He tips his head back to show his throat and growls as he comes, snapping up into her one last time.

It feels so good to finally ease the tension between them and he wonders if it's been building to this all along. Was this the reason they'd damn near killed one another? Was this what they needed?

"Fuck, you feel good. Best fuck I've ever had," he says, mindless.

So overloaded were her senses that she scarcely felt the rush of warmth down in her loins as the wolf followed her with his own orgasm, but she didn't miss the throb of those arteries in that thick neck, and had to physically bite the inside of her own cheek to keep from sinking fangs into his warm, flushed skin. Rather than give in to her base desires, the vampire simply collapsed on the wolf's chest, still shivering and damn near unable to hold herself upright.

She dimly heard his muttered, filthy praise, and her lip curled in consternation. "High praise," she managed to snipe right back, and endeavored to rise, but her trembling arms refused to cooperate yet. So she gave up, dropping her head back to Bucky's very nice chest, right over his galloping heartbeat.

Natalia idly wondered if this would change anything between them, but somehow, she doubted it. Barnes wasn't going to turn over a new leaf and be civilized just because of a quick fuck, and she wasn't going to just roll over and be his whiny little bitch just because she had an orgasm. No, more than likely, this was just going to complicate the absolute hell out of everything.

"Well," she heard herself say, somewhat tiredly, "...now what?"

Bucky exhales sharply and laughs. "Usually you take a breather until round two," he says dryly. "That's what I do, anyway. Pretty sure you're addictive anyway so I'll be on you again as soon as you'll let me."

Bucky isn't fibbing about that. It'd been the best sex he's ever had and in spite of spending so many years as a wolf, he does remember sex. He doesn't remember names, exactly, but he does remember faces and feelings.

"I've got a question, though."

Natalia rolled her eyes; what a typical mongrel answer. But she supposed for someone who'd been celibate as long as he had - if he had been, or had there been Siberian farmgirls he'd rutted with out in those rickety barns? - any sex was better than none at all. Although "round two" was more than a little optimistic, wasn't it? He was taking a helluva lot for granted, this mutt.

She sat up slowly, perched lithely on his powerful torso, and shook back her damp curls, running fingers through the long red tresses. She really needed to get in bed and sleep, unless she wanted to be absolutely useless for work tonight.

So there was a modicum of weariness in her voice when she said, "...and what is that, dare I ask?"

Bucky reaches around to grab her ass since he's sure he's about to be tossed back to the garden to howl like the animal he is - might as well go for broke while he's here.

"You gotta like it from the back, right? I'm a werewolf, it's practically required." He grins at her broadly and the Brooklyn is thick in his voice. He'd never been this crass with a woman before now but this isn't exactly a normal situation.

"Definitely could try and sell you on it tomorrow if you wanna give it a shot."

For a long, silent minute, Natalia just stared at him. And very seriously considered driving his head through the floor, into the foundation cement. But that, no doubt, was exactly what the bastard was trying to provoke in her, and she was better than that. Goddamnit!

So she settled for simply narrowing her eyes, grasping his wrists in her hands, and pointedly pulling them away from her body. "Get out," she demanded, tone flat and cold. "Get. Out. Now."

To expedite that order, she abruptly got up off of him and the floor, uncaring that she gave his hip a damn good kick as she stepped over his prone frame and stalked back into her bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

The kick hurt more than he expected it to but Bucky's still pretty pleased with himself. He'd gotten laid and it didn't seem like Natalia was getting any fuzzy feelings of her own - the last thing he needed was his vampire jailor getting mushy on him. Besides, he likes it when she's at his throat. Likes it a lot.

"Should have taken the offer to suck me dry!" he shouts through the door as he gets up. The wording is terrible and just the way he'd intended it to be. "Got a snack and a good lay. Best of both worlds."

Still, he knows when he ought to concede so he decides not to bother her until the sun sets. Maybe she'll be in a better mood when she wakes up.

A few hours later, just after the noon bell, a very grumpy and frazzled vampire shambled from her daytime lair, out of sorts and out of patience with the entire fucking world. Mostly because insomnia for her kind was a fuckmothering mess, and thought she rarely suffered from it, when she did, there was absolute hell to pay.

The source of her insomnia, alas, wasn't one she could eradicate, maul, or otherwise dismember, because the organization for which she worked needed his snarky, sassy, evil, degenerate ass alive, more was the pity. So she resolved to just gnash her teeth in silence, and try once again to get the image of being on her hands and knees in her bed, with James Barnes behind her, howling like a mad dog and rutting her like the beast she absolutely knew he was.

God, but she hated that bastard sometimes!

But she needed...something, before she could try once more to go back to sleep, so Natalia shambled down the stairs and to the refrigerator, short silk robe tied haphazardly, since she hadn't given a damn about sleeping in any sort of clothing, not with her skin still being so sensitive from...earlier. But there was chocolate pudding left, thank God, so she snatched the entire bowl and a spoon, squinting in the kitchen's godawful dimness.

Ugh, sunlight should be outlawed. Right along with dark haired, blue eyed dogs.

The trouble with sharing space with vampires and werewolves is that every little sound gets picked up. It's great if there's a break-in and less great if someone just turns over in bed and moans a little. Bucky's been wired anyway, unable to sleep, and while he knows it's the wolf in him that keeps him manic and ready to go it doesn't help that he knows Natalia is up and about.

He makes his way downstairs to see her at the fridge, eating pudding like a regular degenerate, and he leans in the doorway before whistling at her. The messy bedhead look did things for him and while he was permanently messy and bedhead, she wasn't. She's in less clothes than he'd expected, figuring she'd find a Victorian nightgown after she tossed him on his ass; he doesn't wear anything anyway.

"Trouble sleeping, lisichka? Need a backrub or something? I've got two hands and plenty of time."

Exceptional hearing went both ways, unfortunately. So it was a flat scowl that met Bucky's shit-eating grin when the bastard appeared in the doorway, although a wry eyebrow went up to note the state of his undress. Again. Christ, would the dog ever learn to utilize clothing? Granted, she couldn't say much, but fuck it all, this was her house.

"No." Flat, sharp. "Thank you." Manners, remembered somewhat belatedly. "I'm. Fine." No, she wasn't, but that wasn't any of his business, now was it? Natalia mulishly dug into the bowl of pudding again, shoving a heaping spoonful into her mouth. "G'way," she muttered, mouth half full. Then swallowed, still scowling.

"Go pester someone else."

"Don't see anyone else to pester, doll," Bucky drawls, coming into the kitchen proper so he can pop up onto the counter across from her. If she's going to be awake, he is too, and he knows just the thing for bad moods. Well, at least his bad moods. Hers are something else entirely.

"Don't you want something warm to drink anyway? Vampire version of warm milk and off to bed? I'm not gonna tell if you want to take a little sip. I heal so fast, it'll be gone in an hour. I've got great veins too. There's my jugular, right there at my shoulder - better keep that one on the right though unless you want a mouth full of vibranium - but I've got two femoral veins right next to the action. I bet that's where you drink from anyway. You've got to have drunk from something living before. You can't be completely vegan."

"Will you stop that?!" Natalia slammed the spoon down on the counter, her temper dangerously close to snapping. "No, goddamnit! I have never drunk blood from a living source, so quit talking about it!" She was trembling, she was so frustrated and irritated, and storms gathered in green eyes as she glared at the wolf far too close for his own stupid good.

"Go find a fucking strig if you want to get bitten so goddamned badly!" Well, then she'd have to hunt the fucking strig down and kill it, for breaking the Laws. Wonderful.

Suddenly so goddamned furious she couldn't even see clearly - her entire vision swam in a haze of red - Natalia gave a muted scream, bared a double set of razor-sharp fangs, and snatched the werewolf with one hand, throwing him across the kitchen to slam into the far wall. But then she was on him, Bucky's head shoved aside and those gleaming teeth digging all four points into warm, living flesh, greedily gulping the rich, thick blood that welled from the wounds.

She had him pinned, immobile against her heightened strength, and she dug her teeth in harder, crueler, hissing between deep draughts. He'd provoked the devil within her, and it always had its price.

Bucky hadn't expected her to actually feed on him but when she has him pinned up against the wall, it's probably the most erotic thing he's ever felt. He knows she probably can't drain him faster than he can replenish it so he gives himself over to it for a little while.

He slides his hands around her and underneath the hem of her short robe, cupping her ass and pressing her hips close to his. The danger - or at least the illusion of it - gets him harder than anything he can remember ever having done.

"Fuck," he hisses. "Feels good, doll. Take what you want."

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