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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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[ 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. ]

[ There is no way that Tony is letting Steve go until he wakes up. Which, considering that he hasn't slept much in the last little while, plus the mindblowing sex this morning, might be a bit longer than usual. And when Tony has amazing sex like that? He is even more clingy than usual. Doesn't matter what he might usually do in situations like this (which is turn tail and run), for now Tony was going to wind himself around Steve to the point of absurdity.

Sometime closer to dinner than lunch, Tony begins to stir, rubbing his face into Steve's chest and groaning at the warmth.]

Hnnn, so warm. S'nice.

[ Tightening his limbs around the source of the warmth, Tony slowly comes to.

It is obvious when he does because he panics.]

Shit, shit shit! Fuck-- Steve. Okay... wow. Um...

[ And yet... he is still wrapped around his personal space heater. ]

[ Once Steve figures out that he's not escaping Tony's octopus-like grip, he just...goes back to sleep. There's not much else to do, and the physical intimacy feels nice. He hasn't been able to enjoy something like this in too long. He pillows his head against Tony and just dozes off again.

Except then suddenly Tony is panicking and Steve wakes up suddenly and has no idea what the hell's going on. ]

What? Is something wrong?

[ He runs a hand through sleep-tousled hair, blinking at Tony. ] Are you all right?

[ Why are you making this difficult for him Steve. Why.

Tony stares at Steve, mouth hanging open a little, because damn, if Tony thought he was attractive before, sleep tousled Steve trying to focus on him is nearly devastating.

There is a moment where Tony just blinks back, brain going blank as he tries to figure out why the fuck he was so panicked when he woke up and then-- right. Wolf. Really rough and amazing sex. Steve and his weird thing for Tony's neck. The genius reaches up, fingers pressing gently against the first scar, just a light brush of fingers as if he can't remember and, nope, still there. So that happened.

Not that he should have doubted that what with naked Steve in his bed and all.

And now Tony had to deal with the fallout. With Steve realizing he fucked up by bedding Tony of all people, probably all hopped up on full moon pheromones and fuck, does that mean Tony took advantage of him? Shit shit shit, he is a horrible person. Tony makes a wounded noise and tries to curl in on himself, but only manages to curl into Steve.]

Fuck fuck fuck I am so fucking sorry Steve, shit. I just-- Wow, I can't believe I did that to you.

What?

[ ...that's definitely not what Steve expected at all. He expected something about what he'd done to Tony - turned him into a goddamn werewolf, for Christ's sake. And then he'd just sort of fucked him (without even asking) and complicated Tony's already confused feelings and...

none of this makes any sense at all. He's tempted to roll over and go back to sleep, pretend this is all a dream.]

I...don't even know what you mean, Tony.

[ Don't mind him trying to untangle himself from you a little more, Steve. Like, you're comfy and all, but it makes it really hard to be sorry about shit when he just wants to do it again. Or nap on you more. The fact that you turned him into a werewolf barely even registers to him at this point.]

I just--- everything. Shit. Fuck, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you when you were all- [ He waved his hands as if that explains it all, and tries not to meet Steve's eyes. He manages to struggle into a sitting position. Kind of.] I don't-- I don't think you were fully in control of your mental faculties and I-- should have known better.

[ But god, he wanted. Still wants. Shit, if Tony thought it was bad before, it was nothing compared to now. ]

Tony, if anyone took advantage, it was me, jeez. I just sort of went and- [He gestures vaguely. ] You know. Didn't really ask.

[ He doesn't think he took advantage of Tony - he could've told him no, Steve would've stopped. He'd at least had enough control for that, he's pretty sure. But- feeling the way he does, would Tony have told him to stop? There's a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. ]

I knew what I was doing. I could've stopped at any time.

You what?

[ Excuse you? That is-- what?

Tony looks at Steve, one eyebrow raised and just-- blinks at Steve. Because he isn't quite sure that he believes that, because that kind of implies that Steve is totally okay sleeping with Tony and that-- just does not compute at all. Even a little bit.]

Uh, Steve, darling, I don't know if you got this from me being an idiot while you were furry, which we are going to have to talk about by the way, but I've kinda those gross emotion things in regards to you for a while now. And while I want to strangle you a lot of the time, uh... that's not all?

Pining.

[ There's kind of an asshole smirk on Steve's face, which is the sort of expression you learn from spending too much time around Tony. ]

I believe pining is the word you used. While also expressing your desire to kill me. And, come on, Tony, seriously? You're Tony Stark. You could have anyone you want just by snapping your fingers, but for some reason, here you are, just-

[ Pause. ]

Wait. Were you stalking me? Because I've seen some of those movies, and those always end up with someone tied to a chair in front of a creepy shrine to them. Please tell me you don't have a weird Steve shrine in your closet. I don't think I could handle that.

[ He blinks for a moment, and then- ]

And did you just call me darling?

[ He thinks he might prefer Fluffy. ]

Shut up, Rogers.

[ There is a half assed scowl on Tony's face in response to that smirk and the casual way that he reminds Tony of exactly what he said last night. A scowl that twitches into something else, a little confused and maybe a little bitter as Steve continues to speak because, he's Tony Stark. Right. Tony Stark can do one night stands and fuck up any attempts at real relationships because he is married to his work and he really, really didn't want just a one night thing with Steve because, now that he has actually slept with him? Not going to make the pining any easier on him. Even a little.

Thankfully, he is saved from having to talk about that when Steve moves quickly onto the next topic which Tony is so able to be indignant about.]

Okay, first off, stop watching Criminal Minds. Second off, you know FRIDAY alerts me to when you leave because if the government does something stupid I need to know that I am covering for you in order to do it well. So no, no shrine to you in my closet you ass. I just wanted to make sure you weren't robbing a bank or some shit, you looked shifty as fuck when you left.

[ Tony huffs and crosses his arms, trying to look as indignant as possible which, considering the array of marks from Steve on him, and the state of his hair, wasn't all that successful.]

And I did. Should I go back to murder puppy?

I like those shows. They're interesting. [ And it's not like he has anything better to do, so why not sit around and watch crappy TV half the time? Even Steve Rogers can only work out so much.

(Though, truth be told, he mostly has the TV on for background noise; he's still busy reading, trying to catch up on everything he's missed. He's not sure he'll ever manage it completely.) ]

And why would I rob a bank? That's just...[ Steve shakes his head. ] Nat told me to dress like that so that people wouldn't recognize me.

[ Although she probably didn't mean for him to do it when not being chased by rogue SHIELD agents. ]

Murder puppy isn't even accurate. You obviously aren't murdered if you're sitting here and sassing me.

Uh huh, they are making you weirdly paranoid too. And, you would think that they would help you with looking undercover, but no. You still managed to look shady as fuck, good god. [ There is still a distantly amused look on his face as he remembered just how out of place Steve looked when he left the tower yesterday. Yeah, it was pretty horrific.]

I don't know why you would do that. Boredom? Watched too much TV? Feeling reckless?

[ Tony could go on, but he doesn't, instead he raises a brow because there is no way Natasha told him to dress like that in order to go unseen. There had to be a story behind that and Tony wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to hear it, no matter how curious he was about how Steve managed to thing dressing suspiciously was not suspicious.

But there are still other things to deal with and Toy doesn't know if he should take Steve's good mood and general avoidance of the subject as a reason to think running away is totally doable now or...]

I dunno man, I am fairly sure I died there okay. [ One hand gets halfway to his throat before Tony drops it] Still, secret's safe with me, Fluffy! Now, I... uh, have things to do. Yeah.

[ Like pants to find and a lab to hide in for a while. Great plan. Tony turns around, showing off the second bite mark at the base of his neck as he looked around for something to put on his legs. Right. Pants came off in the living room. Damnit. With a grimace, he moves to get up, only to be reminded with a lovely jolt pf pain that, oh yeah-- rough sex. Right. Ow. ]

Edited 2016-12-22 20:31 (UTC)

[ Steve watches Tony move with an almost amusingly canine tilt to his head - till he sees the bite mark on the back of Tony's neck, his teeth quite clearly set there for the whole world to see. He blushes and ducks his head in embarrassment, trying to ignore the surge of possessiveness that rises in him - one that tries to go straight to his cock. He sucks in a breath, firmly tells himself no. ]

Your heart kept going. I could hear it. [ He'd been close enough to Tony to hear everything - the whistling breaths through the wreckage of his throat, his heart pounding as it tried to get blood through. It had kept on beating long enough for...whatever it was to kick in, to start healing him. If he'd actually died, Steve doesn't think he would have come back.

Although the difference is probably too negligible for Tony to really appreciate, and Steve doesn't really blame him for that. ]

Should I...um... [ Steve makes an awkward gesture that could mean pretty much anything, but he doesn't think Tony really wants him to just stay in his bed if he's trying to leave. ] You know. Not be here.

[ Tony is halfway through cursing a blue streak that would impress even Natasha as he tries to move when Steve speaks up. Tilting his head to look behind him, there is a moment where Tony just... stares. Like he is trying to read something in the set of Steve's shoulders, or the lines of his face. Like he might get answers to questions he isn't even asking if he looks hard enough.

The problem is... the problem is that Tony doesn't want Steve to be anywhere else. He doesn't want Steve to be hiding in the Tower, or feeling like he has to slink around to get what he wants. Tony doesn't want Steve to feel awkward or weird about being in Tony's bed, like it's normal, because the way Steve was looking before? There was a sense of familiarity to it, a sense of home that made Tony's chest ache. He hadn't felt that way in a damn long time, hadn't felt like Steve could ever be that comfortable with him, and yet--

Swallowing hard, Tony drops his gaze, a little afraid of what his eyes might have been giving away, before, quietly:] Do you not want to be here?

[ He wants to kick himself as soon as he speaks. Way to sound needy as fuck there, Stark.]

I want you to be here with me.

[ It's a quiet, simple admission, one that catches Steve by surprise even as he's saying it. But it's true; he knows it in his bones. He doesn't want Tony to feel like he needs to escape from him, to get away and bury his feelings in his work. He doesn't want to be in Tony's bedroom without him, doesn't want the distance between them to open back up again. He just wants him to stay. ]

You...huh?

[ Jerking his gaze to Steve, the surprise is clear in his gaze. This isn't what he thought would happen, couldn't hope that his wish could be true, and yet, the honesty in Steve's voice was more than apparent. And really, Steve wasn't the type to lie for the sake of it, for the sake of anything.]

This wasn't-- It wasn't a one time thing for you?

[ Tony hates how vulnerable he sounds. Hates. ]

[ There's a bit of a confused blink. Honestly, Steve doesn't really know what's going on, either. Isn't good at having conversations like this with anyone, men or women. But something tells him that Tony is his, and he's not going to argue with that feeling. ]

No?

[ Even if he sounds just as bewildered and vulnerable as Tony. ]

[ Something small and warm and fragile blooms in his chest at the way Steve responds, the way he seems to tremble just as much as Tony. It makes him-- Tony doesn't even know. But it stops him from getting out of the bed, has him turning, slowly, to face Steve with an unreadable look on his face, like he expects Steve to start laughing at him.

There is a moment where he just stares, eyes wide, before he blurts out, in a rush:]

You know I fucking suck at relationships. I'm a mess. I never sleep, I avoid things that I need to do like the plague, and I never get appropriate gifts. When I get angry, and I will get angry, I'm petty and cruel and... and...

[ He trails off, heaving a sigh. Steve would be best to turn tail and run. Pun not intended. ]

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