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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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[gotup]

[ Steve just sighs dramatically and lets his head tip sideways and rest against the wall. He's getting the feeling that tomorrow night is going to be a long night. ]

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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You have no faith in my abilities to seriously fuck shit up, do you. I thought you would understand that by now at least.

[ 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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Obviously I don't, or we wouldn't be here.

[ 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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I feel like that is an insult. A poorly veiled one at that too.

[ He doesn't manage to sound put off by the idea at all though because, damn, the bed is comfy and warm and--

There is a low noise as Steve pulls out and, oh, he didn't even--]

Huh?

[ Tony tilts his head, trying to look at what Steve sees but not quite making it. He settles for being obnoxious and needy, tugging Steve close again. ]

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Not veiled at all, actually. [ But insulting each other is kind of what they do, so. He curls up against Tony, nuzzling into his neck.]

Your back's healed. I thought- I thought it was just the serum with me, but maybe it's a werewolf thing, too. [ Which makes sense, what with the whole recovering from a ripped out throat thing and all, but Steve had thought maybe that was a one-time thing. Apparently it's not. ] You were bleeding, right? I thought I saw blood on the tiles- [ And he sounds guilty at that. He should have more control over himself, he knows. ]

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...shut up.

[ It is the best he can muster right now, because he is perfectly content as is and insulting you really does not take precedence okay. Though he manages to sound at least aware of what you are saying. And somewhat smug about it too.]

Mmm, no pretty sure I was. And don't give me that, I fucking loved it. If the healing thing is mine now, you know I am going to push you to fucking me in ways that will probably not be okay with a regular human.

[ He hums, presses a kiss to Steve's temple.]A little tile in the skin means nothing for sex that great.

[gotup]

Oh my god, Tony, I'm not going to fuck you hard enough to rupture your colon.

[ He looks a little horrified at the thought. And, to be fair, he probably could if he tried. Tony might be a masochist, but Steve is a giant marshmallow who can't handle the thought of hurting people he cares about, accelerated healing or no. ]

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That-- excuse me? [ He is going to pull away from Steve long enough to gape a little at him.

And then laugh. A lot. Like, tears in his eyes, curling into him laughter because-- what.]

Oh my-- that-- Steve. Steve that isn't--

[ Fuck, he likes a little pain, but not that much.]

That's not what I meant, I just meant more rough sex like that, with your strength less tempered you idiot.

[gotup]

[ There's a bit of a disgruntled huff against Tony's neck, because how is he supposed to know how much pain Tony wants? He's apparently fine with being lacerated by ceramic tiles, and Steve- well. He really doesn't know the first thing about non-vanilla sex, when it comes down to it. Or about Tony's sexual habits, although he's certainly explored a lot of them over the last month. ]

I want you to do tests first, okay?

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[ You are too adorable and wow, Tony needs to introduce you to some things. But still, Tony looks oddly pleased as he laughs into Steve's skin.]

Uh huh, will they involve your teeth or something less fun?

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Less fun. [ If his face wasn't buried in Tony's neck right now, he'd stick his tongue out at him. ]

I'm not going to be a cannibal, okay? [ Yes, he knows that he wouldn't be eating Tony, it's a joke. Mostly. Okay, it's one of those things that makes more sense in Steve's head than it does out loud. ]

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Well, I think that should change, just a little. Might as well make it fun, right?

[ He isn't laughing at you, honestly. Just.. okay maybe a little bit.]

Mmm, I thought we were werewolves, not zombies.

[gotup]

I thought maybe you were a zombie at first, when you kept moving. Was kinda afraid I'd unleashed a genius zombie on the world.

[ He laughs quietly at the thought, although remembering the blind panic he'd been in is less than fun. ]

[amelioraate]

...can zombies be geniuses? Doesn't that kind of go against the dead bit?

[ No really, this is a good question. Tony is going to have to look into this. Because, important things right now okay. Well, not right now, because he is still way too comfy curled against Steve. Fuck, this was kind of ridiculous, but also... nice?]

This sounds like an experiment. Maybe.

[gotup]

I was trying to figure out what kind of brains you'd eat. Because obviously normal people brains wouldn't be enough to sustain a genius zombie, right? Would you have to eat your own brains? But then you wouldn't be a genius anymore.

[ Now he's just kind of rambling about nothing while he enjoys being here in bed with Tony. Steve doesn't even know that much about zombies, but whatever, it's something to talk about. ]

[amelioraate]

... you know, this is way too much thought for me right now. Shhhh. Let me be a leech right now. Yes.

[ Because, uh, this is the important thing right now okay. Tony shifts and moves enough to basically drape over Steve now, face mashed into his shoulder.]

'm also weirdly tactile right now. Like, yeah great sex is great but... [ He shimmies a little then stops, feeling the familiar warmth of arousal flaring to life at the movement and, uh, body what?]

[gotup]

[ Steve obligingly closes his eyes and lets Tony be a blanket, because he really does make a great blanket, and he feels like he could just spend the rest of the evening napping here. ]

Mmmhm.

[ He's just sort of vaguely agreeing with Tony, lifting a hand to run it down his back. He knows exactly what Tony means by feeling tactile; Steve just wants to cuddle. ]

[amelioraate]

[ Tony snorts at the response that he doesn't get, just squirms a little more and does his best impression of blanket ever. Look at him go.

He hums though, low and pleased, as the hand makes its way up and down his back. That-- yeah, that feels nice. He nuzzles against Steve and lets his eyes close.]

Y'know for being made of muscle, yer comfy.

[gotup]

[ Steve pulls the actual blanket up over both of them, then runs the fingers of his other hand through Tony's hair, petting him softly. ]

Thank you, I think?

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[ Tony's laughter is a little slurred, happy but tired.

Content.]

Look, its a compliment. I don't sleep on most people okay.