Hunting isn't always easy in the middle of a war... (for like_a_gerbil)

[legacyofiron]

He'd made a decision the moment the different covens and packs started choosing a side that he would not stand for it. After centuries of never choosing one coven to align with, he made it clear at that last gathering that war was no place for their kind. That no matter what they believed, bringing attention to themselves would only result int the annihilation of their entire blood lines. Not there would be loved lost... he held not love for most of the groups that made their choice.

He and many others were forced to this. Forced to make a choice and choose a side. They picked the side that did not believe in mass genocide. Each in their own way had to make a decision. Tony just preferred to work alone. It made things simpler. Easier to deal with in his conscience. Too bad that all ended after a particular meeting with a soldier far too young to be what he was changed into... one that should not be in a war but had to anyway.

Especially when said soldier seemed to follow him since they met. In fact, he stopped in the middle of the woods somewhere deep in German territory and growled a little. "If you insist on following me, at least do me the courtesy of either being unnoticeable or forget all pretense and walk with me." A soft squeak punctuated his words from his shirt pocket under his heavy black coat. Where the sun didn't kill him, it hurt to be in it for long periods without something between him and its light.

Peeking inside at the bat, he arched a brow and spoke in a hushed tone. "I promise he will not eat you. There is not nearly enough meat on you."

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[legacyofiron]

"Hm.. probably back in the beginning perhaps. Things change over time. There are progressives though that made peace. I was one of the ones that just wanted to stay out of it all." Glancing at the blonde, he smirked playfully. "I'm full vampire and if that is the case I am a retarded vampire." Yes, he beamed proudly at that... even if it hinted to the strange alluring feel to Steve every time he came near to him.

"No, you're too good to hang out with the dunces. I have to admit, I read the files on the commandos. They are a particularly amusing bunch. Very loyal. So... yeah, they would be a good enough pack." He'd studied each of their files curiously. Looking for little details of what really drove Steve Rogers forward. That had simply been curiosity fed by memories of the small blonde in Brooklyn turned into the idol of the American people.

It actually relieved him how the entire man before carried over into the man that now stood with him. He still smelled the same with just a few added scents. He just never expected to have the blonde look so terribly disturbed at his own morbid humor. "My stand in is pretty smart too, you know. He can do it all without me." Why did he want to press the issue?

He liked hearing Steve tell him he was more than... this.

And with the younger pressing so close and breathing him in, Tony thought he might shake apart. His eyes closed slowly at the sound of the description of just what smells his flesh carried when it shouldn't carry anything at all. Steve was too close... terribly close. He could almost feel the pulse of the blood through his veins and it sent that shock of desire through him that had his canines sharpening slightly.

His eyes were shifting in hue, almost black as he let his gaze slide down Steve's neck. He seemed to lose conscious thought as his hand reached out to slide into the soft blonde hair and tangle there. "You are... You know..." He almost choked on a laugh. "This could be mistaken for courtship in my kind's eyes."

[like_a_gerbil]

"I'm glad that things have changed." Steve had the feeling that if they hadn't, things would have been ugly when they'd first met. Even if there was supposed to be hatred between them, he doubted he could have fought Tony let alone do something more violent. "I don't like the idea of us hating each other."

Grinning at the mention of his pack, he felt strangely pleased that Tony approved of the Commandos. "They are. They're the best kind since they chose to be part of the pack." Hopefully, they'd like Tony as well.

Before he realized it, a soft growl caught in his throat at the idea of Tony not being important. "It's not about how smart you are or how smart he is. You're more than just your genius or a vampire. You're special. Important." Nothing would change that belief.

That annoyance slipped away when Tony didn't pull away and let him keep breathing in his scent. The wolf kept catching traces of things that Steve couldn't put words to but both sides of his nature thought was perfect. "There's other things too. They mix together into something that's you."

Which was intoxicating in its own strange way. His breath stuttered when he noticed Tony's eyes and somehow that made everything better, making him more forward than he'd ever considered.

Humming softly, he wanted to lean into the fingers in his hair but after Tony mentioned courting, he couldn't resist moving closer and brushing his lips lightly against Tony's neck. "Is that what's going on?"