Prompts, you ask? May I request… vampire Stephen? Literally anything vampire Stephen related, it’s practically ambrosia to me
Thank you to everyone that sent new prompts! :D I have seven in the queue now, so it might take me a couple days to get to yours, but I will get to them!
For this one, I had no idea how much I needed this prompt until I got this prompt. :D I also adore vampire Stephen!
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It takes Tony six months of determined, bloody-minded stubbornness—pun very much intended—to convince Stephen to bite him.
Stephen insists on doing it during the day, so that he’s weaker, and immediately after he’s eaten, having had twice as much blood as normal, and with Wong just a shout away. Tony managed not to mock all the precautions only because Stephen’s fear of hurting him is absolutely transparent, and Stephen is rarely so easy to read.
But eventually, arguments won, safeguards in place, Stephen sits next to Tony on the couch and leans in and carefully, delicately, sinks his fangs into Tony’s throat.
The pleasure is immediate. Tony moans deeply as it swells inside of him, not starting at his throat but blooming throughout, as if every cell is radiating it. He brings a hand up to hold Stephen close. He’s barely sipping at Tony, but every soft, light suck makes Tony’s whole body throb. At length, Stephen pulls away. Tony lets him go, pleased to see how blown Stephen’s eyes are, how flushed he is. Some of that color in his cheeks is Tony’s now.
“It’s different,” Stephen says, almost reverent.
Tony blinks. “Did you think it wouldn’t be?” Stephen looks chagrined, and Tony forces himself to swallow a laugh. “Babe. Biting into a steak is not the same as giving someone a hickey. Same theory applies.”
“You shouldn’t know more about this than me,” Stephen grumbles.
This time the laugh escapes, but Stephen is mollified with another nibble.
He was tired. He was so, so tired, and absolutely famished.
Tony had surely noticed by now, in the way Stephen was sulking where he walked. But he didn’t sulk because he was tired, no. The exhaustion wasn’t the problem, and neither was the famine. He was sulking because of the reason for those two states of being.
“Are you thirsty?” Tony asked suddenly, voice filled with cheer, breaking Stephen out of his thoughts.
He stopped in his tracks and looked up at Tony, not quite wanting to meet his eyes. He tried a smile, but it faltered. “No” he answered - a lie. His voice felt raspy in his throat. Tony didn’t look convinced, so Stephen pulled his gaze back to the floor and resumed his pacing.
“You’re not lying to me again, are you?” Tony said.
Stephen felt guilt rise in his being, causing the muscles in his back and neck to tense. He fought not to pull his shoulders upward. Yes, he was lying, again. He didn’t like lying, especially not to Tony, but sometimes the lie was better than the truth. He was famished, but he wanted a better way to solve it. Something that didn't involve digging his teeth into someone else's flesh.
“I’m not drinking your blood” he said with finality. His voice was definitely raspy, more so than he expected. He cleared his throat once while he kept pacing.
“Okay” the other man said from where he was standing. It knocked Stephen off his tracks. He stopped and turned his head to look at Tony once more. That was not the answer the had expected. But the look on the man’s face was genuine, and his tone of voice lacked any sort of venom. Stephen narrowed his eyes as he kept looking, trying to see through a potential facade.
“Okay..?” he asked slowly.
“Okay” Tony said again. “You don’t have to drink my blood, but you should drink some blood”. Stephen pressed his lips into a line. He knew what Tony was going to say next. “You’re starving yourself. I’m in physical pain just from looking at you”.
Now the wizard sighed and let the tension fall away with the exhale. He couldn’t hide from Tony anymore. He had learned to recognize the signs months back.
The engineer walked closer to him and put both hands up to cup Stephen’s face. “Stop doing this to yourself, Steph. You need to drink something” Tony said. Stephen couldn’t help but think that it sounded like he was begging. Then again, he supposed he was actually slowly killing himself.
“Fine, but it won’t be you”. Stephen whisked Tony’s hands away from his face before they became unbearable.
“What about Wong?” Tony suggested, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Have you asked him?”.
“Vampires can’t drink from other vampires”.
“Right”. Tony’s gaze dropped to his feet. “Forgot about that”.
Stephen sighed with defeat. He reached out with trembling hands to lightly grab Tony’s elbows with the tips of his fingers. Tony stepped closer so Stephen could out his arms around him if he wanted to. The wizard elected to keep his hands placed on Tony’s biceps.
“I just don’t like it when you starve yourself for me”. Tony’s voice sounded small - too small for the great man he was. Stephen steeled himself and pulled him in closer to his chest.
“You don’t like it when I drink” he mumbled into the engineer’s hair.
“Well, I like it even less when you don’t drink” Tony argued.
“I know” Stephen whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Tony’s head. “I’ll ask Christine. There’s usually something in storage at the hospital”. He pulled away from the hug and grabbed the sling ring at his belt.
“Is she in?”. Tony looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, arms crossed over his chest.
“She works late on Fridays. She’ll be there” Stephen assured, offering Tony a smile as he got to work with opening a dimensional gateway to Metro General. He was about to step through, but hesitated and turned. “I won’t be long”.
“I certainly hope not” Tony said, immediately lighting up and staightening his back. “I might start to think you prefer other people than me to hang around”.
Stephen felt an honest smile spread on his lips. “No, Tony, there’s no one else that have caught my attention like you”. He reached for Tony’s hand, pulled it up to his lips and kissed it.
“Flatterer” Tony mumbled, his free hand flying up to rub the back of his neck.
“Only the truth” Stephen assured. He let the hand go and turned to walk through the gateway, stopping on the other side to throw a look over his shoulder. “No one tastes like you” he mumbled.
“I heard that!” Tony was barely able to shout before the gateway started to close. Stephen saw the smugly grin and threw a grin back, before the gateway closed completely and left little yellow sparkles hanging in the air, before they dissipated into nothing.
Didn't mean for this to happen, but here we are 🙈
Will be posted on my ao3 within a day or two! Vamp Stephen has snatched my heart 😂
This was inspired by a post I saw on twitter forever ago. I've lost the link, but I feel like I need to have it pointed out that it wasn't originally my idea.
I shall now go to sleep because I am sleep deprived
So I've actually drawn vamp!stephen and were!tony before but I wanted to make a colored doodle of them so here you all go! I hope it's alright and if you have any suggestions my ask box is always open! :)
I also really wanted to thank you guys for liking and reblogging my art it means so much to me and I'm just so happy so many people like my art!!
