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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."

No wonder this was forbidden! Natalia moaned as she anchored her teeth in willing, wanton flesh, greedily sucking more and more precious red from the torn wounds. She dimly felt the wolf hard between her naked thighs, but it was his heartbeat that concerned her more; it was a steady echo she felt even in her fangs. And his blood! She nearly swooned, but kept her head just enough to keep drinking.

--only to shove away from him a moment later, flushed, wild, and feral, rivulets of his blood trickling from the corners of her mouth and staining her chin a ruddy scarlet.

Natalia stared at Bucky, eyes wide with shock and amazement. But the rational part of her mind only flashed a brief glimmer of clarity, then it was smothered again by the predator lurking under porcelain skin. When she lunged for him this time, it was to slam his head back against the wall as she attacked his mouth with hers, dragging sharp claws down his chest, gripping tight.

While he hadn't expected the lunge for his throat, he really hadn't expected Natalia to lunge after his mouth afterward. He knows that he insulted her the night before because that's just who he is but maybe she feels that what's between them is strong enough to pull for more than just one fuck.

He fists his right hand in her hair and uses the left to pull at her leg so he can get it up and over his hip. He's taller than she is by a good bit but he likes that; she can murder him cold about six ways to Sunday but he likes to pretend he can be in charge.

It's violent for a while and he isn't necessarily kind either; his teeth snag her lower lip more than once and clash with her fangs.

She'd always had trouble keeping her instincts in check. It had been one of her worst failings in her earlier youth. And as a Romanova, one of the most feared vampire clans in all of the Eastern World, she was already in the negative to start. But thankfully, she'd been pulled from that spiraling vortex of cold-blooded brutality and tyrannical empire by a very powerful vampire in his own right - Nicholas Fury had seen great potential in the youngest scion of House Romanov, and, after decades of careful, but intensive and brutal training, Natalia had been the youngest Nosferata to graduate from that deadly program.

But this dog...

Barnes had a way of slithering right beneath her skin, shredding all of her hard-won, vaunted self control to the four winds, leaving her just a raw, seething mass of sheer nerves and teeth, and while she'd never once, as she'd told him countless times - broken skin with her fangs, Natalia had no hesitation whatsoever about pulling her lips from his, both of their mouths smeared scarlet, yanking his head to the opposite side, and driving her fangs in again, drinking him down in hot, rich mouthfuls.

She let him position her how he wanted; she felt him hard between her thighs - unsurprising, given how violent the bastard was otherwise, and Natalia ground her hips into his, whining softly as she swallowed his blood. She kept him plastered against the kitchen wall, but her grip was slowly lessening; he wasn't struggling to get away, at least.

There's something erotic about sharing both his body and his blood with Natalia, especially knowing that it turns her on to drink from him. It's forbidden fruit, after all, and he's offering to let her tap the keg whenever and wherever she wants. Granted, he's no vampire thrall and can give as good as he gets, but for right now he's content.

He grasps hard at her thigh, trying to get it over his hip so he can get in her. "Wanna fuck you while you do it," he murmurs, cool fingertips at her inner thigh as he tries to hold her up. Jesus Christ this is probably the best sex he's ever had in his life.

This really was insanity. Fury would never approve, Rogers would no doubt be furious, and there was no way to know just what this wolf's blood would even do to her. But it'd felt soooo good to simply give in, to let that demon in her have just enough sway to overrule her otherwise iron-clad good judgment.

She knew it couldn't last. But she was at least determined to give as good as she got, if only to brick up this mutt's incessant mouth when it came to it, so Natalia removed her teeth, licked them and her lips clean, and shifted in Barnes's grip, just enough for him to slide inside her, hissing as he stretched her yet again.

"--then fuck me," she snapped, again closing her mouth over the wounds in the wolf's neck. She didn't tear his flesh again, but she was definitely going to keep drinking before his healing factor sealed that richness away. Both of them were streaked with blood, but that didn't stop her from riding him right against the kitchen wall, jerking sharply each time he hilted inside her.

Bucky lets her ride him for a moment or two before he flips her, pushing her over the counter so he can fuck her from behind. She can't drink from him that way, no, but he dips his left hand against the blood on his neck and slides it up to her lips while he uses his right to spread her wide enough to slide into her.

"Oughta bite you back," he murmurs hot against her ear, body slapping heavily against hers every time he moves. She's got strength, yeah, but physically she's smaller than he is and he can goddamn drape over her. If she were human, she wouldn't be able to move at all.

"Mark up your skin for a minute or two?" Instead, he licks along the column of her neck and buries his nose in her hair. Scent is probably better for him than it is for her, even.

The abrupt translocation was surprising enough to make her yelp, and Natalia caught her breath when she was suddenly shoved down atop her kitchen counter, one hand gripping the sink, the other pressed against the cupboard to keep from slamming her head into it. But Bucky was just as quick as she, and before she could snap something cold in his direction, he was shoving into her again, turning her words into hot moans and stilted little cries as he pummeled her over and over.

His blood was still thick on her tongue, and that spicy richness only served to make her keen and writhe, unconsciously begging for him to take her harder, use her even more. Although her kindred were known for their love of the erotic, and many of them used sex and lust as tools of the most salacious trade, Natalia had never participated in any of their wicked, sinful little games. She'd kept herself aloof from those base actions, and had only shared intimacies with one man, and his idea of sex had been...simple.

Thus, being bent over her kitchen counter by a half-mad werewolf whom she'd just bitten, while he impaled her over and over, and breathed filthy ideas beneath her ear in the most sinful voice she'd ever in her entire life heard, was more than enough to have her screeching, small, lithe body tightening like a noose as she bucked beneath him, completely unprepared for the climax that snuck up and crashed over her, leaving her breathless but still whining, not quite begging, for him to give her more.

Bucky had somehow known that there was something wild under the pale skin and perfect facade of Natalia Romanova and he'd been picking at it and poking at it until she'd finally cracked. Her body clamped down on his cock tighter than a noose and it was more than enough for him to finish too. Once he does, he slumps heavily over her back.

He breathes another stream of filthy words against her ear, telling her about how she smelled so wet for him, smelled like him and that he'd be carrying her back upstairs to make her come again and again. They seem to get along better this way than they ever have just talking to each other.

"Gonna make you come again, darlin, then get my face in that cunt and make you come some more."

The absolute filth that poured from his mouth was more than enough to make her grind her teeth and hiss like an irritated serpent; did the mutt even know what those more-than-vivid images did to her brain? Probably. And any other time, any other day, she'd be more than willing to throw him through her sliding glass door and out into the yard like the dog that he was, but right now, Natalia Romanova didn't think she could muster enough energy to lift even a finger.

She could feel his blood working inside her, spreading glittering gold through her veins, and it was sinfully addicting; she could definitely see how this had become taboo. To say nothing of his cock, still thick and buried so deep inside her soaked passage that even the smallest shift made her moan, wanton. She'd fallen right off of that forbidden cliff, and she knew she could care - she should be mortified - but Natalia was, right now, unable to give even the first good goddamn.

Finally, though, she did muster enough coherence to snarl back at him, though her tone lacked any real heat, saying, "--promises, promises, wolf." Green glinted over her shoulder, through tousled crimson. "If I'm still able to go to work tonight, I'll be vastly unimpressed." No doubt he'd take that as a challenge, but then, that was exactly what she wanted. "Prove just how good you are."

"I'll fuck you so hard that it's all you want," Bucky says, trying to ramp her up even more. He has a whole list of things he wants to do to Natalia and if she's going to challenge him, he's going to rise up to the challenge. Maybe she has qualms about biting him but he has none about biting her and he sinks his teeth in her right at the back of her neck; that's how werewolves do it, after all, and he's more wolf than man half the time.

It normally makes a woman go limp but for a split second, Bucky's not sure what the fuck it's going to do to a vampire. Probably nothing but fun, he thinks and he keeps fucking her hard. Hard and fast and without a lot of emotions: that's what's safe. If he does it this way, there's no feelings and no relationship to worry about. Just an itch to be scratched.

The bastard suddenly bit her, making her stiffen, gasp, and whine a muted scream as the pain from those teeth sent another orgasm hammering through her, speeding her heart and whiting out her vision. The vampire did indeed fall limp for a few breathless moments, but regained a bit of her senses to the wolf fucking her yet again, another merciless pounding that she, deliriously, discovered she craved.

Her fingernails scraped across the counter; her head fell back and she moaned, desperate and wanton, all but begging for more in sheer animal lust. Never in her life had she felt this way; she hadn't even imagined such a base, primal place even existed. It had her rearing up off of the counter, a hand flying back to snatch a handful of the wolf's shaggy dark hair and pull tight, turning her head enough to lick and lap at his mouth as he pummeled her body, her loins afire with the overstimulation of such wicked, wicked desire.

Being manhandled only stokes him higher and when he comes, he pants heavily against her neck. Biting her had gotten her blood in his mouth and it was more of a turn on than he's willing to admit. He's still half-hard in her in spite of coming and he wonders if he can coax another one out before he's completely spent. He whispers against her ear.

"You wanna try to drain me dry? Still got some in me, doll," he says, teeth nipping against her teeth as he does. This is a hard fuck, nothing soft about it, but he'd fucking needed it. Based on how Natalia feels under him, she must have too.

"It's for you, after all."

"What did I just say?" she snarled right back at him, digging her nails into his side a little cruelly. "If it's mine, dog, then give it to me." Natalia hissed the latter, then the next thing she realized, she was flat of her back in her own bed, her bedroom door hanging somewhat haphazardly on its hinges, and the wild-eyed, crazed werewolf was pinning her down again, shoving her legs apart, and ramming back into her with a guttural snarl.

Now that she was able, the vampire gave a rough cry of barely-there defiance and sank her talons into muscled flesh, dragging at him even as he fucked her hard yet again. She dimly felt Bucky's teeth scraping against her throat, his harsh breathing beneath her ear, but he was drilling into her like a piston, and she had to fist a hand in his hair and pull even as she locked her ankles behind his back to urge him on for even more.

It's hard and while it isn't without complete care - he's not gonna give her something she doesn't want - it's probably the roughest sex he's ever had in his goddamn life. He keeps his teeth at her throat and scrapes hard enough to draw blood so he can suck at it. He's obsessed with the spicy taste of her blood and he wonders if he's half goddamn vampire himself.

The blood makes him hotter and higher than he's ever been and it feels like even though he's coming, he's still hot and hard for her and can go again.

She didn't remember losing consciousness. But she apparently had, at some point, because Natalia woke with a swiftly taken breath, feeling her entire body suddenly throb, as if she'd been run over by a cement mixer. Her bedroom, normally calm, dark, and cool, looked suspiciously like a warzone; the blankets and sheets were nowhere to be found, the door was hanging rather pathetically on one hinge, and the entire room smelled slightly rank, as if a wild orgy had taken place just moments ago.

All of these observations rolled over like an unmerciful wave; she closed her eyes again and groaned, willing her head to cease its aching and her muscles to stop their infernal whining. But further inspection revealed that she wasn't alone in her rather disheveled boudoir; a heavy metal arm was slung across her middle, an equally heavy leg was tangled with hers, and a damp warmth was exhaled somewhere beneath her chin, just above her shoulder.

Natalia huffed an exasperated, pained snort, and gave up on crawling out of bed. Because somehow, she was trapped by a snoring werewolf, the fucker looking as if he were dead to the rest of the bloody world. And, truth be told, she was just too damned sore, still, to throw him off and out. Thus she settled for wiggling away as much as she could, if only to escape the octopus-like clutches of her bedmate, still rumbling his slumber against her tender skin.

Bucky's still asleep but he can tell that his soft pillow is slipping away from him so he clutches tighter, pulling his body closer and curling around her. He has always loved sleeping in bed with another person and even if that person is Natalia Romanova right now.

"Dun move," he murmurs, rumbling against her soft skin. "Stay with me, Talia."

Oh, for God's sake. Natalia tried to shove off the encompassing arm and leg, but to little avail, as Bucky only followed her across the bed, and cuddled even closer, apparently determined to smother her under his weight.

She finally huffed an exasperated snort, reminded her body just who was in charge, and shoved him off entirely, flopping back against the pillows to take a deep breath.

"I need a shower," she informed him tartly. "I smell like wet dog."

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