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[ HYDRA, as it turned out, had been working on other biological projects, which Steve had discovered one night late in the war when he infiltrated a small outpost and found a number of wolves. At first, he'd thought they had just been exceptionally resilient animal specimens - he'd had to set the house on fire and trap them inside to escape after he'd run out of ammunition.

When the full moon came, he discovered that they hadn't just been wolves, they had been werewolves. He turned into a beast, ran through the forest, and when dawn came, he found himself miles from camp, naked on a bed of pine needles.

(That had been a little awkward.)

A few months later, he'd gone under the ice, and nothing mattered anymore.

Fast-forward a good few decades, and Steve's out of the ice and managing his furry little problem the best he can. Which is to say, he disappears once a month and hope nobody notices. That hasn't been a problem till now. He's ostensibly under house arrest in Stark Tower, and, okay, he knows Tony won't care if he leaves, won't tell the government that he's suddenly disappeared. But that doesn't mean he's not paranoid about it.

There's really nothing he can do, though. Sure, he could probably spend the full moon curled up in his room, but he knows Tony has cameras in there to monitor him (doesn't blame him for it), and that's obviously a problem. He'll just have to suck it up and sneak out.

He's pretty sure Tony's preoccupied with something - a meeting, genius Tony things, whatever - when he casually strolls out of the tower before sunset in a hoodie, baseball cap tucked under his arm. Once he's safely out of view, he puts the baseball cap on, pulls up the hood - he can't wear sunglasses right now, that would just look weird. It's not far to the park, but he can feel the tug of the moon in his bones, and it makes him walk a little faster.

Steve wishes he would've had a chance to scope out the park ahead of time; right now, he just has to strip down and hope to god nobody steals his clothes as he stashes them deep in a copse of trees. And then- then the change hits, twisting his bones, reforming his body. It feels like the serum did every time, hurts like hell, but soon enough he's on four legs.

The wolf in him misses the jungles of Wakanda; they'd been hot, but wild, full of animals to hunt. The city isn't the same, not when the park isn't big enough to really run through, not when the biggest animals in the bushes are squirrels and rabbits. It feels distinctly unsatisfying; he wants to hunt, to feel the exhilaration as he brings down his prey, the hot blood on his tongue. As he thinks about it, there's a rustle in the underbrush behind him, and without thinking, he tenses his muscles and leaps. ]

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[ Steve grins up at him, sharp and predatory and wolfish, and that's all the warning Tony has before Steve entangles their legs and uses his weight to flip them both over. He's on top now, pinning Tony down under him, and he looks goddamn smug about it. ]

Better hurry up and choose, Stark.

[ And maybe it is a byproduct of the werewolf thing, but that doesn't mean that Steve doesn't want it, that he hasn't wanted it for awhile now. Maybe not like this, where his gaze has to skate over Tony's throat every time he looks at him because otherwise it's hard to breathe when he thinks about what he's done. Maybe not even on Tony's living room floor. ]

C'mon, we can play Little Red Riding Hood. I'll even give you a head start if you want.

[ The world spins and all Tony can see is the grin on Steve's face that shoots lust right down his spine and make him shake. The impact of the floor against his back has him gasping, air punched from his plungs for the second time this morning and holy fuck, Steve looking like that above him has to be the hottest fucking this he has seen in a long time.

And then Steve speaks and, well, fuck that.

Tony's gaze narrows, fingers tangling in Steve's hair as he pulls him down and kisses him. His kisses are hungry, all teeth and tongue and taunting. Daring Steve to match him, to take this further.]

Hnn, you want me in a little red skirt and stockings, Rogers? How interesting.

[ The words are light against his lips before Tony is kissing him again, pulling Steve closer if he can.]

You think you have the legs to pull it off?

[ There's a growl in his throat as he kisses Tony, hips working against him, fingers curling around his biceps hard enough to leave marks. A wave of animal need rolls over him, and god, he's so hard it goddamn hurts. He breaks the kiss for just a moment, barely pulling away from Tony's lips. ]

Tell me you have lube in here.

Do I... fucking have the legs. You know I do, and the ass for adorable panties.

[ You are going to find a decked out Tony now just to fucking prove he would look amazing in it. Fucker. But for right now, Tony is a little busy trying to steal Steve's breath and cant his hips up, seeking friction for his rapidly hardening cock because, fuck, Steve is fucking entrancing like this. He totally gets the deer in a predator's gaze thing right now. Wow. There is a whine trapped in his throat when Steve pulls away, and Tony nips at his lips.

That is just who Tony is.]

Nnnn, yeah. In... the drawer of the side table by your feet.

[ What. He has needed it before. ]

You'd be better off not wearing anything under the skirt.

[ Steve pulls away for a moment, snags the lube. Thinks about actually ripping those damn jeans off just because he can, but no, they probably cost more than a month's worth of food. Instead, he slides them down, glances at Tony. ]

You think you can take me?

That so?

[ That is something that Tony can get behind. And he will probably think about this part of the conversation later and jerk himself off because, well, that is one hell of an image for him. If he was thinking with his genius head, he would wonder if this wasn't a hallucination brought on by bloodloss, but the pressure of Steve right there is too real.

Tony grunts when he jeans are pulled off, raising an eyebrow at Steve at his question. He takes a moment to look Steve over, raking his eyes down Steve in a way that was clearly appreciating before he catches his eye again.]

Long as you go slow, I'll be fine.

[ He might make Steve carry him around the rest of the day, but whatever.]

Better wax everything first, though.

[ Hey, even Steve Rogers can have a secret dirty side. And while cross-dressing isn't necessarily one of his kinks, he can get behind Tony femmeing it up for him.

Uh-huh. Slow. That's gonna happen. Steve pops the cap off the lube, makes sure to use more than he normally would. Nudges Tony's thighs apart with a knee. ]

Bring your legs up for me.

[ He knows Tony knows what he's talking about, he's had far more sex than him. Once he's got his legs up, Steve guides his cock in slowly, muscles straining with the effort of holding back. ]

Oh fuck.

[ The look Steve gets for that is downright wicked and, yeah, yeah Tony is totally going to do that for Steve. It's not his usual thing, but damn, if it's not an idea that is stuck in his head now.

Smirk still in place, Tony shifts and pulls his legs up, a fleeting sense of vulnerable shooting through him; for once it only seems to make him want this more and fuck, this was one hell of a morning. As soon as he feels the head of Steve's cock nudging against his entrance, he drops his head back and moans.

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. He is so lucky that he uses his large array of toys on a somewhat regular basis or this would not be comfortable right now. Steve is-- well Steve is at least patient, pushing in slowly and god, Tony can't help the hitch in his breathing at the slow burn, the feeling of his body opening up to Steve slowly.]

Fuck, Steve... Steve, shit. So good, fuck.

[ Yeah, even after a full moon, Steve's mornings aren't usually this weird. (Usually he just goes home, falls asleep, wakes up in the afternoon and eats way too much meat - cooked, thank you very much.) This is different, even for him, but definitely not in a bad way.

Steve keeps pushing till he's finally buried to the hilt, and fuck, he's so tight and hot and this is definitely not going to be slow at all in a few minutes. But right now, he still has enough restraint to hold back, putting some more lube on his cock as he eases back out nearly all the way. ]

[ There is a noise that Tony will forever deny when Steve bottoms out; something small and trembling, body clenching around Steve like he refuses to let go and fuck, this is the best way to wake up. Best. Tony wiggles his hips slightly, letting his body adjust, before Steve starts pulling out and there is the slick friction that makes Tony shiver.

Yeah, he can almost feel the tension radiating from Steve, the coiled power and want and god, he is so fucking screwed.]

Steve, shit, c'mon, you feel so good, so good oh god, need you to fuck me. Need... need to fucking feel you for days Steve, St--

[ Tony bites at his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to stop the flow of words that he knows would eventually spiral into pleas and... he doesn't know how he feels about that just now.]

[ He kisses Tony again, all teeth and tongue, tasting copper (trying to banish the memories of last time, of blood shining dark black in the moonlight and a howl caught in his throat). Grabs his legs to steady himself and thrusts fast and hard and fuck why haven't they done this before now because it's goddamn amazing.

The growl rumbles in his chest again, and he bites along Tony's jaw, teeth scraping through stubble, leaving a trail of reddened marks behind. He needs this, can feel the beast lurking just behind his eyes, fighting to break free. Both sides of him need this, wolf and human. ]

[ Kissing is good, yes, Tony can handle that. Kisses Steve back with something sharp in his movements, something demanding and cursing and oh shit, Tony gasps when Steve pulls out and thrusts back in hard and fast. That is what he wanted, desire making Steve's edges harder, making Tony forget how to speak because Steve has stolen his breath away and the world is just this; the push pull of desire between them.

As soon as Steve's mouth leaves his own, Tony has curses and pleas slipping from his lips, demanding Steve give him more, that he fuck Tony harder, arches as best he can to get more. Tony has no idea if this is a one time thing or not, if Steve is only doing this because he feels guilty, or because of some weird lingering effects of the full moon, but Tony fully intends to use it to his advantage. Demanding everything, cajoling the blond into leaving marks on his skin so that he can remember.

Tipping his head back, Tony tries for as enticing as possible, all his years in the spotlight surfacing as he taunts Steve, taunts the side that has less control that Tony can see just beyond the control.]

[ Steve skips over the marred skin of Tony's throat, latches onto his collarbone and worries the skin there, almost but not quite drawing blood. One hand finds its way to his cock, starts pumping roughly, matching his movements as his hips thrust even faster. He can feel the heat curling in his stomach, rising up to fill his skin, and he moans against Tony's skin, his breath hot as it comes in heavy pants. ]

Fuck!

[ The curse is clipped and loud and, shit, Tony has never gone from zero to sixty so fucking fast outside of his suit. Steve is fucking everywhere, and Tony is too hot and shaking apart and god, there is going to be marks on his skin and an ache in his muscles that lets him know that Steve wanted him, wanted this, if only for the moment. Tony rocks his hips up, tightens around Steve and keens.]

[ There's a wordless cry as Steve feels Tony tighten around him, feels him spill over his hand and onto his stomach, and fuck, he's tipping over the edge too. He bites right in the middle of Tony's collarbone, hard enough to draw blood this time, the tang of copper hot in his mouth-

- and when he's done, he's still painfully hard, and Steve looks a little bewildered, because this has never happened to him before. He pulls out, panting, rests his forehead against Tony's chest for a moment. His cock aches for more, but he needs to catch his breath, remember how to speak English again.

And then without notice, he scoops Tony up from the floor, standing on legs that feel like they're about to collapse, manages to remember the lube, carries him to the bedroom and dumps him on the bed, flat on his stomach. Steve climbs onto the bed behind him, kneels between his legs, uses a hand to guide him up onto hands and knees.]

[ There are curses half formed falling from Tony's lips as he comes, white hot and blinding and fuck, the world is gone in a wash of pleasure and static. The genius is barely away of the noises he is making, broken things trapped in the cage of his ribs as he feels Steve come as well. He barely notes the bite on his collarbone, hard enough to bleed and shit, Steve is marking him and he is going to get hard thinking about that later.

Tony shakes as he comes down, slowly, and fuck he hasn't come that hard in years. He is blinking slowly trying to figure out why Steve looks so damned confused when the world spins and what.

The next thing Tony realizes, he is facedown on his bed with Steve pressed close behind him and shit, Steve is still hard and he doesn't know if that is a super solder thing or a wolf thing but Tony actually can't find it in him to care right now. He follows Steve's guiding, propping himself up on shaky limbs and lets his head hang a little as he tries to sort himself out.]

S-Steve....

[ His voice is ragged, catching on his tongue as he speaks, can't quite get his brain back on line the way he wants and it has been so long since he has been this lost to physical pleasure Tony isn't sure he minds. ]

[ Steve presses close to him as he slicks his cock again, thrusts back inside - a little faster, but Tony's already stretched out, he doesn't have to worry as much about hurting him. He grabs Tony's hips, fingernails digging into the skin and leaving crescent-shaped marks, and then his hips are pumping again, just as fast as before, and arousal shoots up his spine like bright sparks.

He leans forward over Tony, molds himself to the curve of his back, breath hot on the nape of his neck. The only sound is the harsh noise of his breath as he thrusts into him over and over, skin slapping against bare skin. ]

[ There is a loud moan when Steve pushes in again, fingers leaving marks on his hips and--fuck, Tony's brain just shuts off. He is oversensitive and still blissed out from his orgasm and Steve is moving fast and sure and there, teasing against his prostate making him shudder and clench around him as he rocks back against each thrust.

When Steve presses close, Tony curses and falls foreward a bit, arms giving way until he is on his elbows and driving Steve in deeper and fuck--

It takes him a moment to realize that Steve's name is falling from his lips like a breathless prayer with each thrust; half begging half exalting.]

[ Oh, fuck, he can't handle the way Tony's still tightening around him, the way he's saying his name over and over. He whimpers desperately, thrusts even harder and faster till he's afraid he's going to do permanent damage, and then-

He bites hard at the nape of Tony's neck as he comes, teeth digging deep into the skin, nearly ending up with another mouthful of Tony (not in a good way) but his jaws don't snap shut, they just close on his neck as he pumps into Tony relentlessly.

When he's finally spent, his cock blessedly soft, he pulls out and just kind of topples over next to Tony, his lips still stained with Tony's blood.

God, his life is weird. ]

[ This time around, Tony isn't blindsided by his own orgasm, can feel the way Steve loses his rhythm and snaps his hips fast and hard into Tony; the way he becomes taut like a wire, like--]

Shit, Steve.

[ His name is almost a whimper there when Tony feels teeth on his neck (has flashes of the night before, of wolves and the moon and what the fuck) before Steve is coming and collapsing next to him, leaving him shaking and breathless on the bed and wondering what the fuck happened. Turning his towards Steve, Tony blinks a few times before dragging a shaking thumb across Steve's lips, smearing the blood (his blood) against Steve's skin.]

...you sure you're not a vampire? Or do I just taste good?

[ The words are slurred together, no anger in them, just tired curiosity before Tony inches a bit closer and tangles himself with Steve.]

Don't- don't know.

[ Steve's speech is equally slurred, and it takes him a moment to figure out how to form words. He nestles his head against Tony's shoulder, drapes arms and legs over him. ]

Not a vampire. Werewolf. Don't drink blood.

[ He nuzzles the smooth skin on the side of Tony's neck for a moment, almost but not quite kissing it. ] That's never happened before. Dunno what it is. Sorry.

Uh huh, not sure I believe you...

[ Not that it matters. Not right now. Steve is warm and present and Tony can feel himself drifting quickly back towards sleep; a good sleep too. Like everything is fucking perfect in the world and maybe that has to do with the amazing sex, or maybe with the fact that Steve is wound around him, lips against his neck.

And maybe he should be worried about that, considering how many times Steve has made him bleed, but he is languid and happy right now, more content to wrap around Steve than scold him. Though he does wonder what the fuck is going on, why Steve is here with him and if he will stay, if--

Tony hums and curls closer to Steve, trying to ignore his thoughts.]

[ If Steve were aware of Twilight, he would point out that he doesn't sparkle, and therefore he can't be a vampire. Thankfully, though, he is still blissfully unaware of the existence of sparklepires.

There's something he's trying to remember, though, something he told himself to tell Tony later. He blinks a couple times, dredging through his memory and- ]

Goddamn idiot.

[ It's mumbled sleepily against the skin of his neck; Steve's too tired for scolding, too content nestled against Tony. He's not about to move from where he is anytime soon, not when his inner wolf has settled down and is radiating a strong sense of belonging. ]

[ Yeah, Tony is fairly sure that doesn't matter at all anymore at all. Its either weird werewolf vampire hybrid or Steve has one hell of a fixation on his blood. Or neck. Tony isn't sure which is worse. Better? Whatever. What he really cares about right now is being warm and comfortable and--

There is a sleepy confused noise, possibly a question of what as Steve mumbles against his neck.

Tony will have to have words later. You know, after they nap because, shit, he is exhausted and there is a strange feeling of content that is seeping into his bones making him not want to move for as long as possible. The only movement Tony is making for the next little while is to wind himself more against Steve.]

[ Steve wakes up sometime in the afternoon, stretching lazily and-

Oh. Wait. He's in Tony's bed. With Tony.

A very naked Tony.

It takes him a moment to remember everything, from last evening till now. God, what an absolute mess. He couldn't have fucked up more if he tried. First he almost kills Tony, probably turns him into a werewolf, then Tony confesses his feelings and Steve? Steve just has sex with him anyway. Yeah, Rogers, great goddamn plan. Just complicate things further.

He sighs and just accepts that Tony's going to be wrapped around him for the foreseeable future. Which isn't a bad thing, just...difficult. ]

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