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Sweat drips down the back of his neck as he makes his way out of his hut and into the heat of the Wakandan sun. It's later than he usually gets started on things these days, but today he just hadn't had the energy to make himself get out of bed early. He's still tired, even if he shouldn't be. His body doesn't require the kind of sleep that normal humans need, but the last couple of weeks...well. Since he'd woken up from cryofreeze, sleep's been practically non-existent. Between flat out insomnia and nightmares, he doesn't rest much.

But this isn't even that. He knows how he feels after a restless night, and this isn't it. No, his lack of desire to get out of bed or leave his hut or do anything these days has a lot more to do with a six foot blond who's been back in Wakanda since a few days after he'd woken up. He knows Steve's there, because he's picked up the language easily -- which apparently still a thing he can do thanks to HYDRA -- and he hears whispers about "The Nomad" almost every day. He knows exactly who they mean.

He just rarely sees Steve himself. It's not like he's come around. He's not staying with Bucky. He's either in a hotel or at the palace, and that's fine. Really. He gets it. He doesn't blame Steve.

Bucky's still trying to get used to functioning with one arm. Balance has been surprisingly difficult. He's fallen more than once, used to having to lean to the right to balance the excess weight of the arm that had been strapped to him for the last seventy some years. Shuri's offered to make him a new one and he's turned her down. He doesn't need it. Doesn't want it. He's done fighting, thank you very much.

He doesn't bother with shoes as he pads out into the grassy area near the goats, who are definitely acting a lot more jumpy these days. He'd assume it was him, but his presence actually seems to relax them, so he thinks maybe there's a predator on the prowl at night freaking them out. He walks to pick up his garden hoe, because that's another thing that he's doing -- likes it. Finds it soothing. Growing something and helping it thrive instead of ruining it like he has everything else for the majority of his life.

When he rounds the house, he jumps, startled at Steve's sudden appearance. "Jesus Christ,," he mutters, heart pounding hard.

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[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve stared at him a long moment more. His eyes were sharp and bright, distinctly canine. Finally, he nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “I definitely would like some stew.”

He pulled himself to his feet and stretched, unselfconscious. It wasn’t even intended as a display. After cracking his back, he reached down to offer Bucky a hand up if he wanted one.

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Bucky nodded, watching as he rose to his feet gracefully, stretching and looking all too breath-taking -- not an unfamiliar thing, really. When Steve extended his hand, he took it after only a moment of consideration, letting Steve pull him to his feet. Admittedly, getting up is more difficult these days than it used to be.

"Come on," he said quietly, squeezing his hand and then leading the way into his hut.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

When Bucky didn’t immediately release him, Steve let his greedy instinct to keep hold of his hand rule. He held Bucky’s hand all the way into the hut.

He couldn’t help snort a laugh about the outraged bleating he got when he passed the goats.

“They really don’t like me,” he said.

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"Well, they did just see you shift into a wolf," Bucky said wryly, barest hint of amusement in his voice. "They're smarter than you'd think." He tugged him inside the hut and closed the door behind him, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. "Make yourself comfortable."

Bucky made his way to the fridge as he started pulling out vegetables to slice. "Want something to drink?" It had been a long, long time since he'd hosted visitors, even if Steve wasn't exactly a visitor. He was Steve.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

“I haven’t eaten a single one of them,” Steve jokingly protested. “No matter how tasty they smell.”

When Bucky let him into his home, Steve greedily took a deep breath, soaked in in. His eyes looked around to memorize every inch of it. Sometimes he wanted to crawl inside Bucky’s skin so he could see every single thing he saw. He wanted to know everything.

“Hmm?” he said, too focused by staring. “Oh, I’m fine. You want help? I want to help.”

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Bucky made a face at that. He might love the goats, but they definitely don't smell good to him, either. He glanced over his shoulder to see Steve looking around, taking it all in. Overall, it was a very simple dwelling and that suited Bucky just fine. It was more than he even deserved and he was grateful for it.

"Sure. Wanna help chop veggies?" He paused, considering. "You're still okay eating those, right? I can add more meat if you'd rather."

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve nudged Bucky over, not hesitating to get close to him, into his space. It was almost proprietary, the way he took over chopping the vegetables.

“I eat vegetables,” he confirmed. “But yeah, a lot of meat. More than people should eat, percentage wise.”

He glanced at Bucky. “What do you know?”

His voice was studied, a little too casual.

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"Makes sense," he murmured, moving to get the meat from the fridge next -- chicken. He set it on the counter beside the stove and moved to get a pan to cook it in, then set a large pot on the back burner.

Bucky liked the way Steve crowded him, made his skin tingle with awareness of the close proximity.

"HYDRA's been fascinated by them. At one point there was talk of genetic modification but as far as I know they were never able to actually catch one." He was silent for a moment as he sliced the chicken into small pieces and tossed it in the pan, turning the stove on to start heating the bits.

"They had a couple people who'd been bitten, though." His voice was more hushed now. "Bite didn't take with either of them." And they'd died drawn-out, painful deaths. "Know you shouldn't be around shit like wolfsbane or mistletoe. Poisonous to werewolves."

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve made very rapid work of the vegetables—he had excellent hand-eye coordination, and then moved back into Bucky’s space. It was hard not to tug him close, rub himself all over him, make him smell like Steve. He wasn’t going to do any of the things his instincts wanted him to do, but he could stand too close, lean into him, feel his reflected warmth.

“So they weren’t created by HYDRA?” he asked. He kept his voice neutral, but he was relieved. He was a monster either way, but it was nicer to think he might be natural.

“And what about silver, do you know if I can touch it? I’ve been too scared to try.”

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It was impressive, just how quickly Steve managed to work his way through the vegetables the way he had, and not a hell of a lot impressed Bucky these days. But he'd always had a soft spot and more than a healthy amount of admiration for the blond, and time hadn't changed that in the slightest.

"No, they weren't HYDRA-created," he assured him. Not like he had been. "Werewolves have been around for centuries. Long before HYDRA existed. Heard someone say they had a tendency to hide in plain sight, and that was why no one could ever know for sure who was a wolf and who was just a human."

He shook his head, though, at that. "Silver thing's a myth. Won't hurt you."

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve snorted. “I’m like six five, covered in hair, and carting around a ton of muscle. I’m not exactly subtle.”

He wondered why more people hadn’t noticed the change. It actually hurt a little bit, that neither Sam nor Natasha had pressed too hard about it. It made him feel like he was just some sort of Captain America symbol. Of course Captain America was big, never mind the fact he got bigger.

“Although, I don’t know. I wonder how the serum interacts with the bite.”

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"You've never been subtle, Steve," Bucky responded wryly. "Not even when you were three foot two and scrawny." He reached out, rested his hand on the back of Steve's neck momentarily. "Most people are caught up in their own shit, going day to day trying to work things out." He squeezed his neck lightly before letting his hand drop away and moving back to finish slicing up the pieces of chicken.

"Now that I don't know. Other than to say it probably helped you survive it to begin with." He raised his eyebrows.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve froze when Bucky held the back of his neck and squeezed. His teeth clenched, enough that he could feel the tension shoot up to his temples and the sound of grinding. His muscles went hard as rock and then relaxed and then tightened up again. He was filled with conflicting emotions—the desire to submit to Bucky, his mate. The desire to hold him down and reach him who was boss. The overwhelming urge to bite.

He didn’t hear a word he said, entirely still. His hands balled up into fists and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to master his desire to fight Bucky, prove to him that he was the stronger.

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"Steve?"

Bucky took in his tense posture and leaned against the stove, keeping his gaze locked on the other man, worry in his expression.

"Did I do something wrong?"

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve grunted, still trying to manage himself. It took another couple moments before he took a shaky breath and opened his eyes.

“I wasn’t expecting you to grab the back of my neck,” he said, looking at Bucky. He wasn’t fully able to keep the intensity out of his eyes, the little growl out of his voice. “It made me want to prove I was the dominant male around here.”

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"Oh." His voice was quiet and he gazed at Steve for a moment, heart thumping a little faster at that look in his eyes, at the growl in his voice.

"Well, I don't think there's much competition here, if I'm being honest. I'm still missing a limb." He pressed his lips together, turning his attention to the food and stirring it in the pan with a spatula.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

The response satisfied Steve in a visceral way. That’s right, Bucky wouldn’t be able to take him—and then he felt sick about it, absolutely miserable. That was disgusting.

And the thing was, the only reason why they’re both alive now is that Steve had the ability to submit. He’d stopped fighting against Bucky, unwilling to kill him. He wasn’t sure he’d be capable of that now.

He let out a choked off little sound and turned his gaze away from Bucky.

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"Steve." His voice was soft as he watched him turn away. "It's okay. I didn't --" He sighed quietly. "I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to touch you like I used to. That's all. I'm sorry."

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

“I want you to touch me,” he said, the same growl in his voice. He was unable to shake the intensity that had washed all over him. “Don’t apologize. I’ll get control.”

He made a face and said, his voice low. “It’s not your fault it makes me want to push you on the bed and sink my teeth into your nape.”

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Bucky scraped his teeth over his lower lip at that, because those words certainly made something tighten in his gut. Put delicious images flickering through his damaged brain. He forced himself to take a deep breath, knowing he had to be the level-headed one here. (Hadn't he always been the level-headed one out of the two of them? Christ.)

"Maybe without the teeth part," he answered. He was pretty sure the world wasn't prepared to handle a super-soldier former HYDRA assassin turned werewolf. He doubted he'd have any level of control at all.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Steve’s eyes dilated at the low stream of scent that rose in Bucky, the way he reacted to Steve’s words.

He looked up, his eyes intent on Bucky and calling to mind a hungry animal staring at dinner.

“I wouldn’t want to break skin,” he said, the growl back. “I just feel like I have something to prove.”

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It was Steve.

When had Bucky ever been able to deny Steve something he asked for or requested? A fucking quarter til never, he thought, gaze straying toward the bed across the room. It was more of a pallet on the floor than anything, really. But if this was going to calm Steve's nerves, help him release some of his tension that Bucky had incidentally triggered, was it even right to say no?

"Okay," he said quietly, turning the stove burner off and glancing at Steve once more. "So prove it."

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

When Bucky turned the stove off and challenged him, his own stomach warmed with arousal. He licked his lips and studied Bucky, muscles tense and trying to make a choice. Instead of tackling Bucky to the bed with speed, he got up and slowly stalked toward Bucky, his hackles up and making him look bigger.

When he got into Bucky’s personal space, he kept walking foreword, crowding him toward the low bed, and ducking his head to nose at Bucky’s skin.

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His heart beating quickly in his chest, Bucky allowed Steve to back him up toward the bed, forced himself not to move as he sniffed at his neck. He holds his breath, keeping his eyes open because he's sure that if he closes his eyes, it won't be Steve's face that he sees, and he doesn't ever want to confuse his feelings for Steve with the things that happened during his captivity with HYDRA.

"You're in charge here, Pal," he murmurs quietly.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

“You’re a little afraid of me,” Steve said, quietly. He caught a burst of fear, the way Bucky was carefully keeping his eyes open. His own blood was hot with arousal, heart pounding, and he was ashamed to know that the fear made it better.

“You should know that part of me likes that.” Steve can’t hide what kinda monster he is. If Bucky is going to be this accommodating, Steve had to show him what he was dealing with.

With no warning, he looped his arm around Bucky’s waist to support him and dropped them both to the bed, Bucky face up and underneath him.