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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. ]
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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That's all Steve needs to push him into giving Tony what he wants, what they both want, and he gives over to sheer instinct, lets the thing in him take control as he thrusts fast and hard and fucks him mercilessly, pushing him back into the tiled wall with all the force of a super-soldier over and over and over. His hand moves on him with a little more restraint - it's probably better if he doesn't accidentally rip Tony's dick off, that would really ruin the moment - but it's still far from gentle. ]
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Between Steve fucking into him, the tight grip on his cock, and the hard wall behind him, Tony has no air. Nothing left in his lungs to scream the way he fucking wants to, because this pleasure is ripping him apart at the seams and pulling him back together in a way that makes the world tilt and fuck, Tony barely notices his nails, sharper than they should be, digging into Steve's skin, leaving marks and welts and small bubbles of blood that are washed away in the shower. He will have bruises on his back, but that doesn't matter because Tony can feel his orgasm racing towards him and --
It's right there, Tony can almost feel it, but something is missing and he is fucking near crying as he tries to get air in his lungs, tell Steve he need more, needs--]
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There are bright bursts of painpleasure on his back where Tony's nails dig into him, like scarlet blossoms unfurling in his mind, and they egg him on, make the wires tangled around his bones pull tight until he's soclose, he just needs to feel Tony come, needs to feel him tighten around him-
So he kisses him again, sucks his lower lip into his mouth and bites till he tastes blood in his mouth. Doesn't stop kissing him, doesn't stop biting him (and somehow the two are one and the same). ]
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Whatever noise he might have made is lost to the kiss, sinks into the blood between them as his whole body tightens, muscles taught and trembling as the world fades out except for Steve Steve Steve Steve.]
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His knees nearly buckle, and he slowly sinks to the floor of the shower, bringing Tony with him - broken fragments of tile clattering to the floor as he peels Tony's back away from the wall, and Steve would be surprised but he can't quite manage any thoughts that coherent right now. All he can do is hold Tony close as the warm water patters down on both of them. ]
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There is a noise caught in his throat as he leans into Steve, shakes as the bliss of his orgasm washes away leaving him feeling tired but-- complete.
Tony hums, barely a noise, and presses his nose into Steve's neck, more than pleased to not move despite the faint echoes of pain that he is beginning to feel. ]
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It's what they'd both wanted, right? Even if he hadn't meant to go quite that far. He's always been able to control his strength during sex before, and it's a little worrying. What if he goes too far and damages Tony in- well, a very unpleasant way.
(Okay, he isn't always able to control his strength during sex; there are times when he's ripped sheets, maybe broken furniture from gripping it too hard. But breaking the tile like that is a first.) ]
Are you going to make me carry you around again? Because I'm just gonna buy you a butt donut from Amazon.
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Like he could happily stay here, draped on Steve under the spray of the shower for some time and not wish for movement. ]
Mmmm, maybe just make you carry me outta here. Fair?
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[ They'll both soak the bed. But Tony is a whiny baby who's going to make Steve do all the work. ]
We're- [ He pauses for a moment, a little awkwardly. ] Gonna have to head upstate tomorrow, I guess. [ Steve's nervous. Sure, Tony's been handling things all right so far, but now it's time to confront the reality of what he's done. It's all been sort of abstract so far, but tomorrow night he's really going to turn into a wolf, and Steve isn't quite sure how Tony's going to cope with that. ]
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Fine. But only because I know that I won't want to move later.
[ The note of nervousness makes him crack an eye open however, curiosity in his gaze as Steve stumbles over his words. Tony huffs, presses a soft kiss to the underside of Steve's jaw.]
Mmm, can head to the mansion today if you want. Shouldn't take too long to get there, then we can be weird and fuzzy all we want. [ He sounds a lot more okay with it than he is. To be honest, as much as he is okay with this.... Tony has no idea what to do. Doesn't know how this is going to work, how this might affect him and Steve and--]
Even got a few deer moved onto the property. Lots actually, mostly sanctuary stuff but...
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[ Steve looks vaguely horrified by that, even though...realistically he knows it's not really any different than hunting down wild deer that grew up in the forest. He's well aware that his wolf instincts tell him to chow down on Bambi once a month, okay? But at least normal wild deer know how to behave and run and let him hunt. What if these just stand here and let him kill them? Not only is that half the fun, but he'll feel incredibly bad about it. ]
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Are you fucking with me right now?
[ And before Tony can quite help himself, he is shaking with laughter, curling in on himself, head against Steve as he tries not to cry at the idea of Steve feeling guilty as he chased down Bambi.
iT takes a moment, but he finally looks up at Steve, something soft as he presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.]
No, you idiot. They aren't tame, I just took the surplus from a nearby sanctuary. They would have to kill them anyway, or spend millions of dollars taking them somewhere new, so this worked. They are not lame, or three legged.
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[ Steve looks a little sulky for about five seconds - but in the end, it doesn't really matter. He could always just let Tony make a robot or something - which he thinks still wouldn't be nearly as enjoyable. But he can't expect Tony to understand the joy of hunting, not yet. ]
Are you. Um. Are you okay with everything?
[ Not that there's much that he can do if Tony isn't okay, but at least he can try to offer some sort of emotional reassurance. Maybe. ]
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[ There is a smile in his voice, and a smile on his face as he drops his head back down to Steve's shoulder, presses his face into the warmth of his neck. They really should get up and move but-- Well, Tony is damn comfortable. He is also pretty sure his back is bleeding. Oops.
Sighing, Tony presses his lips to Steve's skin, and pauses a moment before shrugging.]
I will let you know once my skeleton has defied the laws of physics and rearranged into something else, but, overall, yeah. Can't say I am a fan of this raw need to have you fuck me until I can't think ... well I mean, I am okay, because let's be real I love when you do, like, favourite thing, right next to making amazing robots, but--
[ There is a strangled noise because, really, who let Tony talk sometimes. He presses against Steve's skin a little more.]
Just... yeah. Let's go with yeah.
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[ And, yes, he's blushing a little now. Don't ask about his way of handling it. ]
I think there's a few laws of biology getting broken somewhere in there, too. And probably everything else, but I'm not a scientific genius like you, so I can't really say.
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Tony bites at Steve's neck lightly.]
Uh huh, well once I have gone through it once, you know I am totally building a werewolf proof lab for myself so I can figure this damn thing out. Science man, science.
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Steve makes a noise of contentment when Tony bites at his neck, reaches over to turn the water off so they aren't just sitting here for an hour and wasting water. ]
You don't really need to build a werewolf-proof lab, you know. You'll be able to control yourself. It's not like you'll be some mindless beast - at least, not any more mindless than you are already.
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At the noise though, Tony smiles, something warm and pleased curling in his gut. Though he shivers a little when the water is turned off, even if he is still warm pressed against the super soldier.]
Uh huh, you know that I ruin labs without the whole fur and four legs thing right? Also, does that mean you wanted to rip my throat out? Because I feel like I should be more upset about that right now.
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[ He still feels guilty about it - will probably always feel guilty about it, no matter how much good has come of it.]
But you saw me the rest of the night, too. It's not a totally tame thing - there's always instinct - but you know you're the wolf.
[ He pauses, and then adds: ] Maybe not so much the first time.
/hisses at you
[ He doesn't think about the endearment, just worms his way closer against Steve despite how impossible it might seem. There is totally something wrong with his back, though it doesn't hurt, just-- felt weird.
Whatever, there would be time to think about that later. Now--]
So I am going to want to cuddle a lot? Or will I want to like... chase my robots around? Or will I just try chasing you around?
[ These are the important questions, okay.] And what do you mean, the first time?
MOST INNOCENT LOOK
-You know, the first time you change. Tomorrow night. I didn't really remember much the first time I changed, I just sorta...came back to myself in the morning, naked in a forest in Germany. Not really my finest moment.
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[ because let's be real here, there is a good chance Tony will want to chase cars. Or planes. Or something else shiny and fast. Because that was Tony. ]
And I told you, there are deer, and no, none of them are tame. [ There is a pause where Tony hums, pulls back enough to kiss Steve lightly at the corner of his mouth.] You'll never tell anyone if I do something truly horrible, will you?
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Tony, everything will be fine. We're gonna be in the middle of the woods. No cars, nothing horrible to do. You'll be okay, I'll make sure of it.
[ He pulls away from the wall, licks a stripe up Tony's neck as he chases a drop of water, then slowly stands up, his arms still wrapped around the other man. ]
C'mon, let's go hang out in bed. I'm starting to get cold.
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[ Of course you have to go and distract him with that. Fuck. Tony shivers, head tilting back with a low noise as Steve's tongue moves across his skin. ]
Mmm, yes, bed sounds like a great plan. Wonderful even....
[ Tony is almost surprised by how easily Steve gets up, even while holding him. Almost, but he's too busy burying his face into Steve's skin to care. Goddamnit, is it going to be like this every time there is a full moon? Tony just wanting to crawl into Steve, get under his skin, and stay there?]
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[ And it's said with a wry, self-deprecating tone as Steve rolls his eyes. He finally pulls out of Tony as he settles both of them down on the bed, cranes his neck to look at his back, and- ]
Huh.
[ He runs his fingertips over the smooth, unmarked skin. ] That's different.
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