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[ Even in a situation like this, Bucky is a distraction. He is alluring, so very stunningly beautiful when he's flush with power, at the peak of his abilities. There are so many reasons why women (and men) flock to him in droves even when he isn't trying, and he's very sure Bucky isn't trying right now.

But he can't look away from the naked dead woman in their bed just behind Bucky, the knowledge that Bucky had been hungry enough to partake all of her life essence made his heart clench and his stomach turn. He hadn't meant to be away this long, to break his promise to his best friend.

He swallows hard and looks up at him, wide-eyed. His incubus is preening like a very handsome peacock, the embodiment of perfection, as if it's just like any other day that he's got a dead woman on their bed. She looks like she's sleeping, pale and unmoving, and he doesn't know what to think. ]

No, it's all right. Buck, you killed someone.

[Steve's shocked disapproval was obvious, but he was in far too good a mood to allow it to hit home on him. He was very much aware of what he had done, but there was no regret for it and never would be. He had to eat, had to survive and she had not complained even at the end when he drank down the last of her energy. No, no, she had still weakly cried out her pleasure and then gone away completely.

He came to stand in front of his small blond friend, even if on those lonely nights he had repeated to himself the word 'lover' like it was a dream. Steve was so very special and would never end up like that one on the bed; he never allowed himself to get hungry enough to even risk that kind of situation.]

I'll stash the body after dark. [He waved away the pointed protest with another big smile.] Let's focus on you being home! I missed you, and I earned extra coin so when you came home we could celebrate with a big dinner! What do you say?

Who was she?

[ Steve had never stopped thinking about Bucky, his boy from Brooklyn, so very strong and handsome and so very not human. He's had plenty of time to get used to the fact that his best friend and now lover is a breed of demon, a stunningly beautiful one that fed on others to survive.

Seeing him like this, so strong and so compelling and so warm, he can't help but feel a pang of guilt. Still, he could never bring himself to turn from Bucky, no matter how horrific it is -- and a small, traitorous part of him twinges at how Bucky must have pleased this woman and thought about him all the time. He takes his hand, threading small fingers through his as he looks up at him, biting his lip. Dinner can wait. ]

Did you think of me when you were doing it with her?

Her name was Gloria. I didn't get more than that because it didn't matter.

[Callous perhaps, but he had needed her for one purpose and that alone. He had drawn her in easily and shown her the time of her life before she had passed, and he spared her no more thought than that. She was a food source and certainly warranted no more of his attention now that Steve was here and looking well.

He squeezed Steve's delicate fingers between his own, using the new hold to draw the blond to him so that he could curl his arm around Steve's waist and hold his lover against his body. He was giving off considerable heat, burning in the energy he had acquired.

Yet, the question had him looking scandalized.]

Lord no! I would never sully the memory of what we do together with her. I only think of what we do together when you are here to perform with me. I am loyal to you in that way, Steve. No one fills my head with happiness like you can.