Bucky's voice has this quiet rumble to it that he can feel at the base of his fangs, so sensitive now that he's had a taste of real, human blood lighting old nerves on fire. It sends some kind of wordless shiver through his cold body, a jolt of pleasure and anticipation. Matt has to fight to see the invitation, the threat behind it, as his gut wants to do all the thinking for him. It wants Barnes; he wants him, frozen heart and soul. Matt wonders in a moment of lucidity if he'd do anything the human asked, if it just meant he'd hold out his arm for him again and let him feed, on his knees until Barnes buckles before him and he's docile like all prey should be.
Matt stills for a beat too long to be human at the idea of being freed. The shackle are tight - maybe too tight - but he hadn't noticed how tight because he'd been hungry, because his pale skin and muscle had already started contracting because he hadn't fed for hours. Now that he's had a taste of Bucky, there's a suppleness to his body that hadn't been there before. Chains and straps suddenly dig into his skin. Press it to muscle and bone. It's such a strange sensation that he needs a moment to digest it. His eye fangs peek out, red tinged, pressing against his lower lip as he bites it as if he's biting back desperation.
"Okay," he says finally, "I'd appreciate that. And I think we have a deal."
The chains rattle and he flinches at how loud they sound, even louder than normal. With Barnes's blood flooding his system, it sends his senses into overdrive. He almost feels he could see Barnes, even with his ruined eyes, even with the dirty blindfold wound tight over them for good measure.
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Matt stills for a beat too long to be human at the idea of being freed. The shackle are tight - maybe too tight - but he hadn't noticed how tight because he'd been hungry, because his pale skin and muscle had already started contracting because he hadn't fed for hours. Now that he's had a taste of Bucky, there's a suppleness to his body that hadn't been there before. Chains and straps suddenly dig into his skin. Press it to muscle and bone. It's such a strange sensation that he needs a moment to digest it. His eye fangs peek out, red tinged, pressing against his lower lip as he bites it as if he's biting back desperation.
"Okay," he says finally, "I'd appreciate that. And I think we have a deal."
The chains rattle and he flinches at how loud they sound, even louder than normal. With Barnes's blood flooding his system, it sends his senses into overdrive. He almost feels he could see Barnes, even with his ruined eyes, even with the dirty blindfold wound tight over them for good measure.