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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 grabs a fork and begins digging into some scrambled eggs like he hasn't eaten in about a year, because apparently the whole wolf thing makes him hungry.

(Yes, even after he ate ALL THE MEAT last night.)

Or it could be the amazing sex he had earlier, or maybe both. ]

So am I doomed to a life of stupid dog jokes now?

[ HE KNOWS WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY, TONY. ]

Look, I didn't say anything.

[ But there is something that is terribly close to an honest smile on his face, something like laughter, as he looks up over his container to Steve. Yeah, maybe he was a little fucked, and maybe this whole thing was a disaster waiting to happen, but right now?

Right now Tony thinks that the strange feeling settling in his stomach might be that thing they call happiness.

Either that, or that first bite of egg was poisoned. ]

I know you didn't.

[ He scoots closer to Tony, close enough that their shoulders bump together. Yeah, he likes that better. Something in him wants to be able to touch him all the time; it's not even sexual, just...a hunger for contact. ]

Better not start calling me Fluffy in public, though.

[ He drags his container over so he can reach it, then slings one arm around Tony, using it to steal bacon from him instead. ]

[ Tony just grins as he bites into a slice of bacon, too wide and all teeth, even as he leans into Steve at his shoulder. He isn't gonna say anything. Nope.

He is also not going to say anything about the fact that the simple closeness, the contact with Steve, calms him even further. Chases away the trembling energy that had him shaking earlier, and leaves him in a calm that, later, he might look back on and think is a bit strange.

Until then, he squawks over the stolen bacon and drives his shoulder into Steve.] Hey! That's... ugh. Fine, stop stealing my bacon and I won't call you Fluffy in front of anyone else. I guess.

[ Steve just laughs at that, leans in and steals a quick kiss instead. Which turns into a longer kiss, because Tony tastes like bacon, and maybe that's weird, but whatever. He hums contentedly against Tony's lips for a moment before he pulls away and goes back to eating. ]

You'd have a hell of a time explaining that nickname.

[ Instead, they'll probably end up having to explain why they're suddenly incredibly affectionate (in their own weird way, but it's still jarring for people who were pointedly ignoring each other a matter of weeks ago). The nickname might be easier, actually. ]

[ Oh.

Oh.

There is a moment where Tony freezes, the kiss catching him a little off guard though he doesn't know why. It's gone in a moment before Tony is tugging at Steve's bottom lip before pulling away and sticking a tongue out at Steve.]

Don't distract me to steal my bacon, you dog!

[ Yeah, okay, he is laughing. Well done Steve. You have broken down so many of Tony's layers and now he's just a bit of a mess as he tries to figure this out. You know, while being curled into you and eating bacon.]

'm not a dog, I'm a wolf.

[ Said smugly through a mouthful of bacon. The difference is very important to him, okay?

But something about Tony's laughter just makes him happy in a way that almost never happens, curling through him in a wave of warmth and contentment. It's the sort of feeling that would make him want to wag his tail, if he had a tail right now. Since he doesn't, he just kisses the tip of Tony's tongue and then-

Okay, then he sucks it into his mouth and kisses him again. At least he's not stealing the bacon this time, though. ]

Uh huh. Sure. Don't see much of a difference really.

[ It's clear he is just saying that to irritate Steve, laughter curling his lips as he taunts Steve.

Of course, then the jerk goes and ruins it with another kiss and-- shit. He should not be so easily affected by kissing for fuck's sake, it's stupid. But the moment Steve's lips are on his Tony can all but feel himself scattering apart, falling into some strange space where he just is with Steve. He murmurs against Steve's lips, eyes half closed and words slow and languid.]

You're a fucking cheat, Steve, distracting me with things better than bacon.

Mm. [As he hums into his mouth, his hands play over Tony's chest, fingers exploring smooth skin and muscle, wander down along his stomach and the hollows of his hips. ]

I think we oughta move the food off the bed. Unless you want to artfully arrange bacon over your naked body, which...is kinda weird, but I could probably get into that.

Don't put it on your dick, though. That seems pretty hazardous.

[ There is a moment where Tony can't think, is caught up in the trail of heat that Steve's fingers leave as the move along his skin. It doesn't take much at all for Tony to forget that there is food involved at all.

At least until Steve mentions it.

Then Tony is laughing, a little breathless and strained, looking at Steve with far more softness in his eyes than he should be capable of.] Uh, I don't mind you eating me, but yeah, should probably move the food.

[ He can barely hear the small voice from before, the one that is worried and criticizing, racing in circles to tell him how this was a mistake. Now all he can think is Steve Steve Steve and press into the touch.]

Promise?

[ He arches an eyebrow at Tony, flashing him a crooked grin, and then he's bending down and sucking his cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks around it.

What was that about moving the food? He's totally forgotten now. ]

[ Tony is about to question what the hell he is promising, but he forgets completely when Steve is swallowing him down and shit shit shit. Tony forgets how to breathe at that point, fingers tangling into Steve's hair and he whines.]

Fuck, Steve-- that's not fair...

[ Not that he sounds upset at all, not even a little. Especially when you consider how his fingers are curling in his hair, blunt nails on Steve's scalp.]

[ His only answer is a groan that's muffled by Tony's cock, his tongue curling around the head, deftly teasing him. Steve bobs his head, taking more and more into his mouth, until he's able to relax his jaw and swallow his entire length down. He might not be as experienced at this as Tony, but an old dog is entirely capable of learning new tricks. ]

[ If there was any room left in his brain for thought, Tony would be amazed at how Steve still wanted him. How he was willing to go from warm and teasing to making Tony work for breath and fuck, Tony was so fucked. And that wasn't just literally.

Tony's hips jerk despite him trying his hardest to keep still, something like a mantra of Steve's name on his lips as more of his cock is swallowed down. Tipping his head back, Tony bites his lip and runs his hands along Steve's scalp as he shakes. ]

Shit, fuck... Steve. So good, oh my god, you're going to kill me...

[ A shiver of desire runs through Steve's body as Tony cards his fingers through his hair, but he's focused more on the other man right now, bobbing his head eagerly, swallowing around him. He's not sure why, but suddenly making Tony feel good is incredibly important to him. He wants him desperately - would push him back and fuck him in the middle of their food if he wasn't too sore for it right now.

Instead, he just concentrates on sucking him off and giving him a goddamn amazing blowjob, running his fingers over his inner thighs deftly. ]

[ This is not what Tony is used to when it comes to people who sleep with him. Sure, there is a focus on him and all, but not really on his pleasure; it was more about being able to say that you slept with Tony Stark and-- this, this sure as hell was not what Steve seemed to be after. Steve seemed to be trying to burn himself into the marrow of Tony, making it so the genius would never be able to be free of him even if he tried.

Tony goes from kind of hard to nearly incoherent with want faster than he ever has in his life, it makes his head spin and fuck. Tony's hips twitch and he tries (and fails) to swallow back a shaky moan of Steve's name.]

Steve, fuck, Steve, I can't--

[ He grins around Tony's cock at the way he moans his name, practically radiating smugness. He wants to feel him fall apart completely. His fingers dig into his thighs, hard enough to leave marks, and he bobs his head faster, letting Tony twitch his hips up into him.

God, he loves this, loves the feeling of Tony being at his mercy - loves just getting to do this to him. Never mind that it's only the second time they've done anything; it just seems so familiar, like they've been doing it for years. Like he instinctively knows just what to do to take him apart, doesn't even have to think about it. ]

[ It's the fucking smirk around his cock that gets Tony. He is watching Steve, eyes blown with want as he shakes and keens at the feel of fingers digging into his hips. They will leave marks, like the mark on his neck, the marks on his hips; his body littered with little instances of Steve saying mine all over Tony. And, usually, that irritates Tony, the thought of someone else trying to do that, lay some sort of claim, but with Steve--

There is a broken noise, Tony's hips spasming as his orgasm washes over him and fuck fuck fuck he swears he is shaking apart, torn open by Steve and his goddamned everything.]

[ Steve pulls up a bit to make it easier to swallow everything, groans as he feels Tony spill over inside him, his cock hard in his mouth. He pulls off him once he's done, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, and sits up again, tugging Tony against his body, holding him close as he catches his breath. ]

Not a bad breakfast, don't you think?

[ And he reaches out with one arm to grab another piece of bacon and munch on it. ]</small.

You fucking--- nnngh.

[ Tony doesn't even have the brainpower to think of a retort. He is sated and boneless and so pleased as he curls into Steve's warmth. It's hard to think about why he was panicking earlier, why all of this seemed like a horrible idea when Steve looks as fucking pleased as he does right now.

There is another groan from Tony as he presses his face into Steve's chest, tiny tremors still working through him.]

You're incorrigible. Who knew.

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Mmmhm.

[ And even though his erection is pressing into Tony's hip, Steve seems happy to just hold Tony with one arm and shovel food into his face with the other. Look, replenishing his energy is very important, okay? ]

[ That is unacceptable Steve. Just-- ugh. Tony wants to do something about the erection he can feel against his skin, wants to rock his hips up, to make Steve feel good because of him, but he body refuses to obey his commands and he is, more or less, a pleased and boneless human. Werewolf. He doesn't even know.

Tony does manage to huff a laugh into Steve's neck though, as the blond shoves food in his mouth.]

Feed me. You broke me, you feed me.

You can open your mouth to sass me, you can feed your own damn self.

[ He presses a kiss to the top of Tony's head, moves a styrofoam container closer to him. He is not spoon-feeding you, Tony. Don't you have any sense of dignity whatsoever? ]

[ Cruel Steve, so cruel. Tony huffs but grabs a piece of fruit from one of the containers and, while still pouting at Steve, bites into it. ]

I sass as easy as I breath Steve, it is no way to judge my abilities of function.

[ And what is this dignity you speak of? Tony has heard mention of it before... ]

[ Judging by the videos, you lost it sometime in college and never found it again. ]

I dunno, you weren't sassing me after I fucked you into the mattress earlier.

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