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Who: bucky barnes (crau) and zevran
When: backdated to the event
Where: zev's room
What: transformations
Warnings: blood, body transformations, will update if needed


[The change, when it hits him, is too fast and too much. Everything about this place is quick. Sudden and abrupt. All overwhelming and way more than he can process on his best days. Nothing about any of this is normal, and that’s what makes it hard to get through. Another him. Other Steve’s. Too many people who look like each other. Stars and space ships and floating trees.

It’s a lot but it’s nothing compared to the change.

He’s him and then suddenly he’s more. Two of his teeth elongate, his skin is pale, eyes red, and he’s so hungry. Hungrier than he’s ever been and what he’s craving feels normal and his mind tells him it’s not. Bucky doesn’t know where to go, what to do, and then he thinks of the one person he’s met so far that has no prior knowledge of him to base anything on. Someone that is getting to know him for him. Someone that can help him.

He’s fast and then he’s at Zevran’s door. Knocking.]

It’s Bucky.

[He shouldn’t be here.]

Let me in.

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[crowkiller]

[Sleep hasn't come easy to him in days. Not since she arrived. At first she was just a haze in the corner of his eye. Slowly she turned to more, became clearer and more in his line of vision. Now she stands in the center of his sight, clear as day. Her figure is shorter than he is, thin, dark hair and eyes and with slightly pointed ears. Her black leather armor is stained red and it drains from her finger tips to the floor.

Zevran knows that he is the only one who can see it. It makes sense, of course he would be haunted by her outside of his dreams. He didn't except the overwhelming sense of dread that he got by the sight of her though.

The knock at the door is a welcomed sound that breaks the silence between him and the spector. He nearly leaps off his bed, and it swings slightly as he leaves it to open the door. He is all too happy to see Bucky, even if it's an odd sight. He puts on his best stepford smile and pretends all is well.]

What? No please?

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Something’s wrong with me.

[He sounds out of breath, though in this form his body doesn’t seem truly effected by the running. It must be a mental thing, something that he’s unconsciously making his body do as a way to release some of the tension this situation is causing.]

I’ve changed.

[Bucky paces a small space of Zevran’s room, shoulders tense, face set, and hands shaking.]

I’m hungry. [His voice catches.] Thirsty.

I shouldn’t want what I want.

[Sitting down on Zevran’s bed, he drops his face into his hands, and tries to calm himself down. He’s close to cracking, to hurting himself to stop from doing something. He can’t be responsible for causing anyone else pain. He can’t.]

[crowkiller]

What?

[He notices that the changes aren't just physical. He seems more anxious and worried now. About what he isn't sure, and the explanation does little to help him.]

What do you mean?

[And then he says it, thirsty. He is pretty sure he heard something like this on the net work. Someone had been asking for blood donates, he thought it was a joke!]

Do you mean blood? [He asks it with little concern. If that's what he wants, well it's not Bucky's fault. He obviously wasn't blood thirsty when they first met. This must be some sort of space magic. He didn't think for a moment that it could also be the cause of his phantom guest. At least his attention isn't on her right now.]

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[The way Zevran says it – as if it isn’t unusual and doesn’t bother him – gives Bucky pause. He raises his head from his hands, eyes catching on the elf and holding there.]

Do you know what’s wrong with me?

[Somebody had to know. Someone had to be able to help him.]

Yes, and that’s not right.

[Bucky has never wanted that before. Never felt so thirsty and known instinctively that blood is the only thing that will make that pain go away. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he can’t. He’d never forgive himself for it.]

I’ll go.

[As soon as he can catch his breath.]

[crowkiller]

I don't know exactly, but I do know that it has happened to others.

[How many and if it is permanent...well that's another unanswered question.

He doesn't seem afraid though. He sits beside Bucky without hesitation. He either trusts that nothing will happen, or he doesn't care if it does.]

Where will you go? The ship is full of people.

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[Bucky's tense, more so when Zevran joins him on the bed. It's reckless to be so close when all he wants to do is pull his head back and press his teeth to his neck.]

Somewhere I can't hurt you.

[Making connections aren't easy for him. He's made one here with Zevran and doesn't want to ruin that.]

What should I do?

[If the elf knows something, if he has experience in this, then Bucky needs him to help him.]

[crowkiller]

Just take what you need.

[He decides to ignore that comment about not wanting to hurt him. He must have meant more people, he isn't so important to anyone here.

He gives a small shug. It's simple really. If Bucky needs blood, the need isn't going to stop once he leaves the ship. It will just cause him to starve or go mad. Neither of those being productive.

To drive his point even further he unzips the top of his suit, down to the collar bone, and pulls the collar outwards.]

Really, I don't mind.

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[He didn't want to. He doesn't. He can't.]

I'll hurt you. It'll hurt.

[His fingers ghost up Zevran's arm, dance along the crease of his elbow, settle on his shoulder. Bucky feels himself leaning in, but he's helpless to stop it. He wants, no needs it, so much.]

Please.

[Now he's not sure if he's begging the elf to stay or go. His other hand moves, twists and curls into blond hair, slowly, slowly, tips his head back and exposes his throat. Bucky can hear his pulse and feel it as if it is his own. He drags his tongue, one slow stroke from collarbone to pulse point.]

[crowkiller]

s'alright

[His words slur just slightly as he speaks them softly. He lets Bucky tilt and position him how he wants. He's never done anything like this before, which is saying something. It not every day he gets a new experience. This isn't like one of his adventures though, this is actually helping someone...how odd.

His eyes close when he feels Bucky's tongue on his skin. One hand moves to Bucky's shoulder, the other moves to the thigh closest to Zevran. He wonders for a moment just how painful this might be....or if it would actually not feel too bad at all.]

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[He'd hoped it would be enough, simply tasting Zevran's skin and feeling the pulse thrum beneath his tongue.

The feel of fingers gripping his thigh, hands not pushing him away, only make the thirst stronger. Bucky presses soft kisses to his throat, a prelude to what he knows is going to happen next. He drags his lips downward, gripping the elf's hair a little tighter as his teeth catch and sink into soft flesh. A sound, a sob that melts into a moan, is stifled against Zevran's neck, and as his thirst starts to fade something else takes its place.

Relief. Satisfaction. Lust.

Bucky drinks until something inside him says to stop, and his tongue laves over the mark, sealing it. He's breathing heavily, clutching Zevran close to his chest, unable to move.]

[crowkiller]

[He feels something other than pain as teeth sink into him. At first it's white hot, then it cools and leaves him boneless. His jaw slacks with a moans as Bucky takes from him and he leans closer. A part of him wonders how much Bucky needs, how much he will take, and another part doesn't want him to stop.

But he does and it leaves him breathless. He doesn't move, he is slack against Bucky as left over blood drips from the previously open wound.]

Maker- [That was something.]

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[ Bucky's tongue traces each red streak until nothing is left, holding Zevran tightly. As he catches his breath, the thirst satiated if only for a moment.]

Zevran?

[Maker. He understands the meaning of the word, but not why the elf would use it. Eyes wide as he draws back enough to look down at the other.]

Did I hurt you?

[crowkiller]

No- no I'm fine.

[Better than fine really, he didn't think that getting his neck bitten and blood sucked would be that...enjoyable he guessed the word was. His hand comes to the place where he was bleeding just a moment again.]

Are you- do you feel better?

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[Bucky runs his hands up and down the elf's back and sides, and even through the changes in his body and how it is effecting his mind, he can't look at Zevran with anything other than awe. He could have killed him, but he trusted that he wouldn't.]

Yeah, I think so.

[He hoped that it would be over soon. Bucky slides back on the bed, movements quicker and sharper than ever, and takes Zevran with him.]

[crowkiller]

[He had no reason not to trust Bucky, but he also had little reason to trust him, especially if he honestly was dangerous to be around. The truth was he didn't care if something happened to him, he wasn't about to voice that though.]

Good I'm--

[Before he could finish Bucky moves to lie on the bed and he takes Zevran down with him. His body tenses for a moment, but he quickly relaxes into the other man's arms. His mouth curves into a small smile before his hazy vision clears. His eyes refocus on the figure standing in the corner of the room, still bleeding from her neck. He shuts his eyes tight.]

I feel like you spend more time here than in your own room.

[Not a bad thing, especially right now. He just wonders if there was a reason for it, and he didn't like the silence right now.]

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I have no connection to that room.

[No roommates that he needed to look in on, no personal items except for a cat that he took with him from place to place more often than not. As much as that was the case, it wasn't why he spent most of his time here.

The circumstances around how they had met allowed him to be more open. Zevran had been there when he'd been turned around and every time after when he'd needed someone. There was something else that Bucky couldn't put his finger on in addition to the urgent sense that time was fleeting. He was tired of missing out on things that can be good.]

I'd rather be here with you.

[crowkiller]

[Zevran isn't sure how to take that. Is that a compliment? It sounds like one. It's rare that he hears one about him and not about how great a kill was.]

Well, I am a rather charming person.

[He grins as he turns on his side, facing Bucky now. Looking closer at him, the changes are dramatic. Pale skin, fangs, and glowing eyes. He hasn't seen anything like this before, but he's heard stories of something similar. His hand walks up Bucky's chest and rests on his shoulder.]

And I guess I have you under my spell now.

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[Bucky didn't take to other people very easily anymore. That he made the connection at all meant a lot to him, and with what he's going through now, he can use a friend or more to help him out.]

Kinda think you have from the start.

[Which was a little too sentimental for how Bucky was feeling right now, too much to go into when he was in a vulnerable state and physically so unlike himself. He lifts a hand to curl his fingers around Zevran's.]

You sure it ain't the other way around?

[crowkiller]

If it were, I'd be going to your room.

[He grins as he gives Bucky a wink.]

I'm not complaining though. I get to see a handsome face everyday.