#vampire daddy steve

In my head it's like a normal night for them. Steve is always intense and at this point they are living together, Bucky having moved in months ago. It would be an event, a marathon, would start with Bucky's last meals, a whole day of eating everything he'll surely miss in this new life. Steve would spend the entire day pressing his lips to Bucky's cheeks, to his neck, to his wrist. They'd mourn together almost, would say goodbye to this part of Bucky's life while also welcoming the new portion. It's a loss and a gain for the both of them.

Steve would also surely take Bucky away, some remote cabin where they can remain unbothered after their day out. He would bathe Bucky, would revel in the warmth of his body for one last time, the pulse under his lips, the flush of his skin. He'd bring Bucky right to the edge with his hand a few good times there in the bath, would swallow down Bucky's protests, would kiss his flushed cheeks as he wiggles in Steve's arms.

And once it's time, Steve would carry Bucky to the bed, a fire already lit in the large fireplace, the only source of light in the room. And it almost feels like every other time together: Steve's patience, refusal to rush, Bucky's pants and pleas, Steve's fingers opening him up, his mouth on Bucky's pussy. Bucky is damn near boneless by the time Steve whispers, "Are you ready, darling?"

And you're right— it would be right in the throes of wildly passionate sex. Steve would draw it out, would make Bucky wait for his bite, would give him two orgasms and leave him almost forgetting what it is they were here to do tonight. But Bucky knows it's time when Steve brings his own wrist to his mouth.

"I love you. I've never loved anyone the way I love you. I'll always love you, Buck," Steve murmurs, and Bucky's chest heaves as he pants underneath his Daddy and those relentless hips, watches on as Steve's teeth pierce his own skin.

"Forever," Bucky whispers in response and Steve cradles the back of Bucky's head when he responds in kind, "Forever," before tilting his chin and reaching for Bucky's neck with his mouth.

Steve would be there to guide Bucky through it all. There was only one moment where Bucky had asked Steve what it felt like, what turning would be like, and Steve had been honest with him, had told him everything.

"It's the most pain I've ever felt in my life, sweetheart. Like fire all throughout my body that made me wish for death. It was short yet felt like an eternity. I was alone, had never felt more alone in my life, but you won't be alone. You'll never be alone..."

It helps that Bucky reaches his climax the moment Steve bites him, holds him there longer than he normally does before pulling back and bringing his wrist up to Bucky's mouth. It is but a moment to Steve but it feels like hours to Bucky, agonizing hours. Steve senses something shift in his own body, feels moments of pain that Bucky feels, and it only solidifies in Steve's being that Bucky is his beloved, is his mate.

"I love you, I love you..." Steve continues to whisper directly into Bucky's ear as he works his hips, fights to keep Bucky steady, to keep him with his Daddy and feeling as much pleasure as he can. Steve tries his hardest to not become emotional when he watches, hears, feels Bucky take his last breath.

"Daddy..."

They don't leave the bed for days, Bucky learning his new body, his new form, curtains drawn tight and fire raging in the fireplace. They are always touching one another, a traipse of fingers, purposeful squeezes. They make love the moment they feel like, move with what feels right in the moment. Steve teaches Bucky how he feeds, how they eat now. Bucky is more fragile, more quiet than he tends to be, but Steve keeps his promise— he never feels alone...