The Blood Pact

Chapter 2: Will it hurt?

Warnings for details of vampire biting/drinking blood in this chapter.

"So here's the deal" Bucky started. "We only need to feed every 1-2 days. We can alternate so you don't get two feedings in the same day. If you ever don't want to, or you're sick, you can refuse - but if you refuse too much we'll need to terminate the arrangement as you're not holding up your end of the deal".

You nodded, watching them from your sanctuary on the sofa. You could barely believe you were still here, talking contract details for your potential new life as a human blood bank for supernatural beings.

"You're free to come and go as you please in the house, decorate your room however you like. The place is all yours in the daytime as that's when we sleep. All we ask is that we feed in the evenings at a pre-arranged time. And you're not a prisoner of course, if you want to go out or have plans we can be flexible and arrange an alternative".

"How much blood will you take?" You ask shyly.

"Enough to satiate us, but not enough for you to struggle or get sick" Steve replied. "The worst you'd feel is a little tired right after".

"Would...would it be through here?" You asked, your fingers ghosting along your neck.

Steve shook his head. "Neck is a pretty intimate area. This is a business arrangement so we tend to stick to wrist, or a thigh".

"Neck is too intimate, but thigh isn't?" You scoffed. You seemed to be doing that a lot tonight.

They both laughed at that.

"It's a good spot" Bucky interjected. "Lots of veins, not too sensitive for you, no marks left visible to the outside world".

Christ. You hadn't thought about the marks they'd leave.

"That's why you asked about drugs and my medical stuff, right? To make sure my blood was clean?"

They nodded.

"Intoxicated blood is a no no. We avoid drug users" Steve explained. "It messes us up, it tastes bad. Alcoholic blood isn't great either, but it's doable once in a while".

"So we just ask that if you wanna get wine wasted or drink your little cocktails or whatever - that you do it after dinner" Bucky mocked.

You seethed internally, but didn't give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

"And I guess you only want healthy blood, nothing with disease or illness?"

"That's the optimum, yes" replied Steve.

"Do...do you...I mean, what about if you don't want my blood? What if it's not what...you like?" You asked hesitantly, almost laughing out loud at the fact you're feeling insecure about how your blood might taste.

They looked at each other, then back at you again.

"That won't be a problem" Steve said confidently.

"How can you be sure?" You pressed. "What if I agree to this and you hate the taste of my blood and I have to move out?"

"We can smell you, Doll" Bucky grinned. "You know how you can tell a meal is going to be good based on how it smells in the oven?"

You were embarrassed, completely caught off guard by his admission. As horrified as you were, a small part of you felt a pang of lust as you listened to him talk about you like that. You clenched your thighs together and felt yourself blushing at the very idea.

"And...that" Bucky said breathily, his expression twisting into something resembling desire as he pointed at your face. Steve was looking at you in the exact same way.