The Blood Pact

Chapter 3: Gotcha

Warnings: More descriptions of vampire feeding/blood drinking - also reader is kinda *into it*, if you catch my drift, so just a heads up!
And Bucky is a MENACE in this chapter. A little shit.

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And so it began.

You had signed a contract to live with Steve and Bucky in their beautiful house - all for the tiny sum of access to your blood a few times a week. An unusual arrangement, sure, but needs must.

Wanda was delighted that you'd found a new place. Obviously she wasn't privy to the exact details of the contract, but she didn't need to be. You wouldn't want to worry her, after all. And you weren't sure how you could tell her without sounding utterly insane. She helped you move one afternoon, hauling boxes up the stairs as she gasped at the beauty of the house. You had explained your roommates were 'at work' so you had free rein of the place.

"And how much are you paying for this room again?" she asked, admiring the shower as you unpacked your toiletries and cosmetics.

"Errr like...700?" you offered noncommittally.

"$700 for a double room and your own bathroom in BROOKLYN?" she shrieked, her long red locks swaying as she shook her head in disbelief. "Are they aware you're practically stealing from them?"

"They work in antiques so are pretty wealthy already" you shrugged nonchalantly, hoping your casual tone would get her off the subject. "I don't think they really need the cash, it just helps offset the bills and stuff".

"Are they hot?" she asked cheekily, elbowing you in the ribs.

"Wanda!" you exclaimed, laughing as you moved back into the bedroom and grabbed your clean sheets. "...yes" you relented, dressing the bed.

Wanda screeched and grabbed the corner of the sheet to help, lining it up with the mattress as she giggled.

"So what, are they together or..."

"No, just close friends" you explained, picking up the duvet cover. "They've known each other since they were kids. Practically brothers".

Wanda nodded as she diligently flipped the duvet into the covers. "So, which one d'you want?"

You laughed. "God, you are the horniest woman on earth..."

Wanda giggled, curtseying in response. You playfully tossed a pillow at her.

"Neither. I don't think sleeping with my roommates slash landlords is likely to end well".

You kept your eyes trained on the sheets, hoping Wanda wouldn't notice you flushing as you thought about Bucky. You hadn't stopped thinking about him since that night...his mouth on your skin and-

Wanda just rolled her eyes. "Spoilsport".

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It didn't take long to establish a routine of sorts at the house.

Steve and Bucky slept all day rather than 'working' of course. They really did work in antiques, but did most of their work at night and had several mysterious assistants who would come and go throughout the day, collecting and dropping off parcels for the business. You just left them to it.

Steve had told you that they had both been turned sometime during World War II, and acquiring antiques was pretty easy after the world had collapsed. They set up a business easily, building a small fortune as they used their earnings to buy more items cheaply and sell for a profit once society started to stabilise again. Over the years they settled in Brooklyn with different aliases and business names, doing most of their sales by mail and cheque – or cash transfers now that the times had moved on. The small percentage of face to face selling happened via their assistants, so no long term customers would wonder why their antique dealers never seemed to age...