Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2023 20:36:02 -0600
From: Ebon Artist <ebonart.gallery@gmail.com>
Subject: Captain America and the Bloody Kiss

Captain America and the Bloody Kiss

by Ebonart (ebonart.gallery@gmail,com)

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Captain America and Bucky were created in 1941 by Joe Simon and Jack
Kirby.

Captain America wrestled with his young teen partner Bucky as they
tumbled and rolled on the gym mat. They routinely practiced boxing and
wrestling, as well as some more exotic forms of martial combat like Judo.
Both masked heroes had tons of energy to burn, and this was a good way to
do it while also reinforcing skills they needed in the field.

This secret training room in the depths of Falsworth Manor was the
perfect spot to get away from Invaders business as well as prying eyes.
Slowly the training session became something else, until at last Cap
pinned Bucky's writhing lean form under him and he forced a kiss from
the fifteen-year-old boy.

Cap groaned back in his throat as he felt the boy's yielding mouth under
his, and his erect cock, trapped now in his uniform, pressed to Bucky's
shirtfront. He fucked his bulge against the boy, pulling his shirt out of
his trunks and moving his satin trunks against the squirming laughing
teen's muscled stomach.

"Cap!" Bucky laughed. "You're... cheating..." the young rascal said as
he arched his back and moved his limber and smooth body against Cap's
steel-muscled form.

"I am, what are you going to do about it!?" Captain America laughed,
and he reached to slidE his gloved hand into the teen's trunks. He
closed his strong fingers on Bucky's rigid cock and stroked the boy's
hard shaft.

"No fair!" Bucky grunted, and fought against the powerful man, but
Steve held him pinned with one hand on his chest while the other molested
him.

Bucky closed his eyes behind his mask as he suddenly ejaculated in Cap's
gloved fist. "Ah! Ah! Ahh!" he moaned as he thrust his slender cut
penis into the man's glove. Spent, Bucky fell back onto the mat. He
turned his head and sighed softly as he felt Steve's mouth on his
stomach and this his cock, licking and kissing the cum from his sweaty,
muscled young body.

Captain America helped his partner to his feet, then both of them went to
the showers. Bucky squirmed some more; Cap insisted on washing his trim
form like he was still a little kid, but the man enjoyed it so that Bucky
let him. Bucky closed his eyes and had to admit that Steve's large
strong hands smoothing slick soap over his wiry frame felt very, very
good.

Once they were done, they folded up their costumes and went upstairs as
Steve Rogers and young master James Buchanan Barnes.

Bucky was having a time getting used to the house. It was huge! He'd
never imagined living in such a massive house, but now... he was in
England, and living in the home of an actual Lord.

Lord James Montgomery Falsworth met them on the way to the breakfast
room. (An entire room just for breakfast! Bucky could barely believe it).
Lord Falsworth was grey-haired but still sturdy for a man his age. Steve
told him that Lord James had been a costumed hero in World War One named
Union Jack. He was kind and friendly, and James liked the man a lot. Of
course, dealing with Lord James meant dealing with his creepy-ass brother
John. John was lean as a staved cat, with foolish-looking buck teeth and
a bored look about him. His eyes, though, never left Bucky.

Steve shook hands with Lord James and had a friendly smile for John.

"Ah, Rogers!" John Falsworth said. "James and I were about to enjoy
some breakfast. Care to join us?"

"Of course, if it's no trouble, Lord James?"

"Never, old man!" Lord James said.

The four turned and headed for the breakfast room. John contrived to
drape his thin hand on Bucky's shoulder. Thin and soft as the man
looked, his grip was like steel on Bucky's shoulder, tight enough to
hurt.

"Your lad is a sturdy one, Rogers," John Falsworth said.

"Well, we keep in trim," Steve said easily. Bucky smiled. Lord James
knew they were Captain America and Bucky, but this twit was clueless.
He'd descended on the house only last week, after being away for years
hunting in Africa and South America. There was no way he knew that in the
meantime the manor had become the de facto base for The Invaders.

John removed his hand as they moved to the massive table. Farrington, the
head butler, had seen that the table was filled with all sorts of food.
Thankfully, to Bucky's eyes, American-style eggs, bacon, and toast was
there along with the baked beans, pork cracklings, fried tomatoes, and
mushrooms.

Lord James heaped his plate, as did Steve and Bucky. John picked at his
food, moving the bits around on his plate until it looked like he'd
eaten. Bucky supposed the man was just being polite in joining them at
all.

Bucky had to smile at all the ways that Lord James and Steve had to talk
around the events of the day, with John present. At last, John excused
himself as being tired, and left the room.

"I swear, Jack, your brother..." Steve said, shaking his head.

"Well, John has had a hard go of it these last few years. He caught some
kind of skin disease when he was in India, and it's plagued him for some
years now," Lord James said as he put knife and fork to work taking
apart some sausages.

Bucky couldn't help feeling sorry for the man, then, and maybe a little
ashamed of his judgement. He stayed quiet.

"Well, that's some bad news, there. Straight to the point, though, does
he plan to be here long?"

James sighed and put down his fork. "He's family, Steve, and he's my
only brother. He's been away so long, and now with the war on.... I worry
for him. He may not look it now, but he was a daredevil adventurer when
he was a lad. I worry he'll go off on some damnfool thing..."

"Very inconvenient, though," Steve said after washing down his eggs
with some tea.

"It is that. Churchill wants to meet with Captain America and Bucky
tonight about the new offensive. And the rest of The Invaders as well."

"I don't think Namor will be there," Steve said.

"Good if he's not," James snorted. "He's a loose cannon, Steve."

"Good in a fight, though," Bucky said.

"You're right about that, youngster," Steve said. "But as long as the
Torch and Toro are there, we'll be good."

Bucky smiled at the idea of his buddy Toro showing up at the meeting. The
young fire-brand was sidekick to the Human Torch and Bucky's best friend
aside from Cap.

The meeting broke up soon after they were done with breakfast, and Steve
went into London on some business. Lord James holed up in his office,
giving Bucky the run of the place.

**

Bucky roamed and played on the vast grounds of Falsworth Manor all day,
and only returned to the main house for lunch. After that, he wandered
the huge manor, marveling at the tapestries, statues, and remnants of
ancient days until he came to the side wing library. There, John
Falsworth sat in the windowless room, reading.

Bucky turned to leave, but John cleared his throat. "Buck? Come here,"
the man said.

Bucky started to go but suddenly he felt he needed to hear what the man
would say. He was sick, Lord James said. Maybe he needed something. Bucky
turned and approached the man. John sat in a dark corner where he could
not be seen from the door; otherwise Bucky wouldn't have even entered.

Bucky walked over, and as he approached, he had to admit that the man
didn't look well. His skin was looked both unwholesomely soft and dry
stretched on his bony face. His fingers were like bundles of sticks, so
thin that Bucky was scared he'd break something whenever he shook the
man's hand. As he walked up, James took off his monocle and turned it so
the lamplight glittered off it into his eyes.

Something about that... he stopped and stared as John played the light
from his monocle across Bucky's eye for several seconds before he placed
it in his jacket pocket.

"Yes," James said. "Come closer. Yes. Closer. Good boy." His voice
was soft and his tone gentle. "Such a pretty lad."

"Hey," Bucky started to complain. Where did this yahoo get off calling
him pretty? The rest of his angry report died in his throat. He stepped
closer, right in front of John's slender crow-like form.

John reached out, and brushed Bucky's cheek with his fingertips. Bucky
started to stumble backwards, go away, but his feet were rooted in place.

"Stay, boy," came John's voice, somehow deeper and more compelling.
Bucky could not look away from the man's dark eyes.

"Such a pretty boy. Back in the war against the Kaiser, I would have
bedded a half-dozen likely boys like you in a weekend," John laughed.
His nimble fingers reached out and undid Bucky's shirt buttons until
he'd worked the top three free. Bucky's tight white undershirt showed,
pale against his ruddy skin.

John reached and stroked his fingers over Bucky's cheek and then his
neck. He let the pads of his finger rest on Bucky's artery, feeling the
pulse of the young boy's heart, then moved his hand down to open
Bucky's shirt some more. The scent of the youth came to him, rich and
sensuous.

Bucky stood as still as a statue. Calm, placid, and willing. His eyes
were half-closed as he listened to John's gentle voice, soft as falling
snow.

John reached and undid Bucky's belt, then undid his trousers. His nimble
spider-like fingers reached, searched, and then with a smile he pulled
Bucky's soft cock free of its confines. He rolled the soft sleek member
between his cold fingers, drinking in the warmth from the boy's cut
penis.

John licked his thin lips as he moved his fingers lower and fondled the
boy's hairless balls, then returned to the thickening length of the
youth's pretty cock.

"Such a big boy," John breathed. He teased and played with Bucky's
cock until the fifteen-year-old boy's penis was rigid and throbbing with
need. The deft fingers stroked along Bucky's five and a half inches,
especially tracing the smooth veins. A pearl of precum appeared at the
tip of the young boy's cock, and John gently stroked it free, then
brought the drop to his lips. He ahhhed at the taste of Bucky's precum,
and then his hand moved quick as a snake to catch a second drop before it
fell. This one, he urged between Bucky's lips, and the pretty boy opened
his mouth to suck his precum from the man's finger.

"Good boy. Listen to me now, Bucky. You're going to come to me every
afternoon like this. And I want to hear everything about your meetings
with Churchill and his staff, the ones you'll attend with your partner,
Captain America. Look deep into my eyes, Bucky. Obey. You cannot resist
me. Obey."

Bucky could not help himself. All he could do was nod. Those eyes!
Suddenly so large and so deep, and that voice, stroking him like a silk
sheet. The man's touch on his penis, wrapping his throbbing sexual need
in his cold fingers and stroking, teasing....

Bucky whined, and shot his load onto the carpet. John laughed as he
stroked the boy's throbbing penis, masturbating him into his climax, and
then urging him into another one minutes later. Bucky stood, legs apart
and fist clenched, cumming and gasping.

John watched the boy's struggles and release with awe. So much better
and finer than the boy whores that Hitler had provided him with for
years.

When Bucky's cock had shot it's last, he drew the boy closer. He
reached into his own mouth, and with a sharp click removed his false
dental work. His teeth showed clean and straight. Bucky's eyes widened.
Two of the teeth, the canines, were sharp and pointed, like a cat's
fangs. They gleamed. Bucky could not tear his gaze away from them.

John Falsworth then leaned forward and sank his fangs into Bucky's neck.
Warm hot blood burst forth into his mouth and he shook with the desire to
take it all. But no. He could not. He could not risk being found out. He
took a long draw from the boy, then licked the wound closed in the manner
of his kind.

Bucky was pale and shivering when he was done, and he dressed the boy
again. He touched his fingertip to the point of his canine and watched a
beard of black blood well up. He touched that bead to Bucky's mouth and
made the youth suckle it down.

"Now, we are bound, my pretty little bantam. You will speak nothing of
this to anyone. You belong to me, Bucky, and you will obey when I call,"
John whispered to the teenaged boy.

"Y-yes, master," Bucky said. "I will obey. I will come when you
call."

"Tomorrow. My boy. And I promise I will kiss you again."

"Yes, master," Bucky said as he left the library. Ten minutes later, he
awoke in one of the large chairs on the terrace. He shook his head. He
must have fallen asleep.

**

At the meeting that night, Bucky stood back with Toro. They had both
learned to stay quiet and observe the other men in the room, looking for
any clues Captain America and the Human Torch might miss. The older men
mostly ignored them, for all that they were superheroes as well and had
risked their lives dozens of times.

It was hard to concentrate, though. Toro's `costume' was a simple pair
of trunks and a pair of boots. True, he spent most of his time covered in
fire, but when he was like this.... He was as lean, muscled, and sleek as
Bucky himself and Bucky was more and more finding Toro's hard body
appealing. He lay awake wondering what it would be like to kiss him.

He'd seen Toro's cock when they'd showered and a couple times when
they'd gone skinny-dipping. He was nicely made, and his hard body was
very appealing. He was Bucky's own age, but more carefree and careless.
I guess that's what it's like, having actual super powers, he thought.
Bucky was acutely aware that he was the only member of The Invaders to be
a perfectly normal human being, and sometimes it was ... weird.

He was feeling tired, though, and oddly weak. Must be the weird British
food, he thought. I need to get around some steak and potatoes, asap!
Maybe Cap will go for a decent place to eat tonight!

**

The next day, Bucky found himself in the side wing library once more. The
windowless room was shadowed, save for the one dim light where John
Falsworth sat. Bucky walked in, and John closed his book.

"Do you have something for me, Bucky?" John said, his voice like a soft
kiss.

"Yes, master," Bucky said, and he related the details of the military
meeting, including troops strengths, code words, operation names, and the
real names of two operatives in the Nazi High Command.

John listened to the youth and smiled broadly when he was done. He opened
Bucky's pants and drew the boy's hard cock forth, his fingers smoothly
stroking the sleek length. Bucky sobbed in his need, and John allowed the
boy to cum. He caught the youth's boy-milk in his hand this time and
licked it from his skin. The life force in it was almost as sustaining as
blood, and much less obvious to take. He slid from the chair and suckled
the boy's cock until the virile youth shot his load again. John groaned,
desperate to drink the boy's seemingly endless fountain of rich, thick,
creamy seed.

He could tap the boy's cock again, but he needed to weaken Bucky enough
that his control was absolute. He drew Bucky close, and opened his shirt
once more. He bared his fangs and plunged them into the boy's neck. This
time held the boy's body to his for several seconds, savoring Bucky's
strong form quivering against him as he drained the boy's life. Soon,
he'd have enough information for der Fuehrer, and then he could kill
both Captain America and Bucky. No. Wait. Maybe he should turn the boy.
He could do with a pretty aide like James Barnes.

He finished and let Bucky's body slump against him. He was so tempted to
kill the boy now and wait three days for him to rise as a vampire, then
let him kill Captain America, but no. He was not yet strong enough to
mind control that verdammt interfering Captain America! He needed more
blood! He stood and placed Bucky in his chair. The boy would sleep until
dinner. Soon the sun would be down, and he could leave the estate in
search of prey.

**

Steve Rogers pulled Bucky against him in the huge bed they shared. The
lean youth's form fitted to his powerful muscled body like a glove, and
he let the boy kiss him slowly, gently. His hard, thick cock pressed to
Bucky's flat stomach, and left a thick trail of warm precum on the
lad's soft skin as he moved his length against those tight, hard
muscles. Bucky shifted his body, and Steve hissed with need as his penis
slid between Bucky's silky smooth and soft-skinned thighs.

Bucky's cock stroked against his own skin, and he laughed softly as
Bucky whimpered.

"Can't wait, partner?" Steve joked, and kissed his young fuckbuddy. He
turned Bucky on his stomach and pulled his long legs apart. He bent, and
his mouth and tongue stroked over Bucky's eager little pucker. He heard
the sharp sigh from his young buddy, and Bucky gasped "Steve!"

Steve sat up and turned Bucky over onto his back. Steve's massive cock
reached almost to the boy's pectoral muscles.

"You ok, son?" he said. He put a finger under Bucky's chin to stroke
him there. Bucky liked that a lot.

"I'm fine, Steve. I'm really tired. Can you just hold me, tonight?"

"Of course, sport," Steve said. He shifted in the bed and pulled Bucky
so the boy's head lay on his broad chest. He stroked that lean young
form, his hand ending on that tight, firm little ass. His big hand cupped
and kneaded the hard little mounds of muscle there.

"Need you, Steve," Bucky sighed. He moved up Steve's body and
straddled him, then leaned in to kiss him.

Steve embraced the fifteen-year-old boy and kissed him back. They lay
like that, making out for several seconds, until Bucky stretched and
shifted. His lips ended up on Steve's neck. The boy kissed him there,
licked him, then... took a fold of skin between his teeth and bit down.

"Ow, scamp, what brought that on?" Steve grunted as Bucky sucked at the
bruised flesh. He pressed Bucky's head gently into his neck, smiling as
the boy bit him again. He'd have marks in the morning. Thank goodness
for high-collared shirts. The boy bit him a third time, then settled in
to kiss and mouth his aching skin.

"Good boy," Steve whispered, as he felt Bucky calm down and fall asleep
in his arms. The kid had been right; he must be exhausted to fall asleep
this early. He shifted in the bed and cradled his young partner to his
chest all night.

**

The morning saw an urgent telegram for Lord James. He'd been called to
address Parliament. James dressed, and Steve and Bucky accompanied him up
to London. John stayed behind, of course. Once they were all away, John
descended to the family crypt. There lay one of his coffins, placed there
many years ago by his minions among Lord James' household staff.

Being around and about during the day was tiring. Without the
super-science treatments Hitler had arranged, he would not have even been
able to do that. With them, his ruse was much easier to employ. But it
was costly. He lay down, surrounded by tons of his native soil, and let
the restorative power of the earth seep into his body over the course of
the day. He would need all his strength to face Captain America and face
him he must. And soon.

**

"Bucky, we're going to mask up after dinner, so eat quickly," Steve
said as they came back to the Manor that night.

Bucky grinned and punched his fist into his other hand. "Hot dog!
What's up?!"

Steve grinned and ruffled Bucky's hair. "We're going to drop behind
German lines and take out a missile factory they've set up just a couple
miles from shore. Then who knows what mischief we might cause Der Fueher,
huh?"

Bucky grinned as they walked in through one of the side doors, almost
bouncing in his eagerness to get in costume.

In the hallway, John Falsworth stood, monocle in hand, looking towards
the side library. "Oh, Rogers. Good to see you, old chap. Say, would you
do me a tremendous favor?"

Steve slowed and nodded. "Um, sure, John. We're in a hurry, though. We
have tickets to a show in London so we need to eat and then catch an
early train."

"Sorry, old bean, the show's been cancelled," John said, smiling
unpleasantly. He twisted the monocle, flashing light across Steve's
eyes.

Steve blinked and rubbed his eyes. "What are you on about?"

"Cap!" Bucky said, pointing towards the library.

Steve looked. In one chair sat Lord James, the front of his shirt covered
in blood. In another chair slumped the head butler, also drenched in
blood.

"Sorry to start dinner without you both," John laughed. He held out his
hand, his dark eyes meeting Steve Roger's gaze. Met it, and held it,
until Steve took a step forward. "But I needed the extra strength."

Steve gasped in horror, then turned to lunge at John Falsworth. He
couldn't move, though. All he could do was stare into those wide, dark
eyes, and let them take away his fear and rage. He stood in the hallway
as John walked closer, eyes locked and hand held out.

"You belong to me, Captain America," John hissed. He reached up and
tore out the dental costume, revealing his fangs.

"Boy! Relieve Captain America of his shield!"

Bucky walked up to Steve and undid the man's shirt. He pulled it open,
revealing the Captain America uniform underneath. He worked the shirt off
Steve's unresisting shoulders, revealing the shield strapped to the
man's back. He unbuckled the shield and tossed it behind him.

"Bucky... what...?" Steve managed to say.

"I must obey my master, Steve," Bucky said, his voice slow and slurred.

John Falsworth stared into Captain America's eyes, and felt his mind
strain. Never had his hypnotic powers been stretched so far. Never had he
encountered a will like this except in the fabled Count Dracula, the
being who had turned him into a vampire decades ago.

If he had been able to sweat, John Falsworth would have done so as he
strained to keep the man under control. Slowly, slowly, he forced Captain
America closer. John grinned, and his fangs glinted.

Steve was handsome beyond measure, powerful, broad, and blond. John could
feel the power in the man from here. He walked forward to meet him, eager
to taste his blood.

Captain America didn't resist. At six foot two, he topped John's lean
slender form by only a couple of inches but outweighed him by almost a
hundred and fifty pounds of pure iron-hard muscle. As Cap stood there,
John slid stick-like arms around the man's neck, then leaned up to kiss
his neck. The cold lips found the soft skin, the hot, hard pulse of blood
under skin.

John Falsworth sank his fangs deeply into Captain America's neck,
opening the carotid artery, forcing a fountain of fresh
super-serum-charged blood down his throat. Falsworth moaned in his
long-denied need as he suckled the blood from the superhero, feeling the
hot life fill his body with strength and power he'd never known! He
clung to the statue-still man, sucking at his neck like a leech, growling
in his desire and thirst. Thirst that would never be sated.

Soon, in minutes - seconds! - Captain America would fall. And then in
three days he would rise again as a vampire slave under his control!
Hitler's control. Of course. Under Hitler's control.

After that, then... the boy.

What he had not anticipated was the effect that Captain America's blood
would have on him. He could feel himself changing, becoming immensely
stronger and more powerful by the second! Of course! Whatever the Yanks
had done to the man was carried in his blood! John Falsworth almost
laughed, as he sucked more of the pumping life into his body.

He could feel Steve Rodger's heart slowing, now. Slowing. The heart
beginning to fail. Yes. Death was seconds away. He would follow Captain
America down into death and then raise him back up. The Blood Reich would
begin!

Suddenly, there was nothing but pain. His world was on fire. He tore his
mouth from Captain America's neck, and staggered back from the pale man.

John Falsworth looked down to see the sharp point of a broken flagstaff
had been thrust through his heart. A stake. Through his heart. He fell to
his knees. He gurgled. He turned, to see Bucky thrust the flagpole
deeper.

Then, he died. Again.

**

At dawn of the next day, the bodies of Lord James Falsworth, the butler,
and three other household staff were burned in a secret ceremony to
prevent them from rising as vampires. The skeletal body of John
Falsworth, still bisected by the flagpole, was taken by MI6. As a
long-time Nazi spy, he might have valuable information. His coffin,
wrapped in garlic and sealed shut with a cross, was loaded onto a
non-descript truck and hauled back to London. Once back there, the stake
would be removed, and he would be put to the question. It was agreed that
the rules of war did not apply to the undead.

Every day, Bucky begged to be allowed to give blood, and every day the
army surgeons refused him; he'd lost too much, himself. Even with the
super-soldier serum, it took Steve Rogers three weeks to convalesce.

One night a week after being brought to the hospital, Steve Rogers awoke
to find Bucky had crawled into bed with him and was draped against his
chest. He pulled the boy tight against him, kissed his forehead, and went
back to sleep.

THE END