[Bucky didn't have anyone that he was closer to than he was with Steve, and everyone who knew one also knew of the other. They weren't just called two peas in a pod for nothing and while they weren't joined at the hip, the important events of their lives had been with one another. They had lives with each other and without, but that was mostly on the job front because he was able-bodied and insisted on dock work and Steve put all that artistry to work where and when the blond could. Together, they had a good enough life, simple and full as far as he was concerned.
And with this phase of the moon, he was even more excited to spend time with Steve. It was practically tradition in his mind, and wolves always ran together with their pack. It was necessity to experience the full swell of the moon, to release all that energy together, to bond and hunt and play fight with each other as they developed skills. A part of him knew that everything ran higher and most matings occurred on the full moon, but he had neither mate nor opportunity to find one. So far, it also hadn't interested him.
He let Steve return to the chair, his ears flicking forward and his tongue flicking against his lips as he moved around to seat himself next to the blond. The fact that Steve wasn't a wolf never bothered him, and he normally wouldn't have even entertained the idea if he wasn't so close to the full moon when all the instincts of being exactly what he was born to be lurked so close to the surface.
The question caused his ears to flatten against his skull and he curled his upper lip in a brief snarl before he turned his head aside and rose to pace away from Steve. Restless, he shook his head and his coat, the question sometimes between them but never given voice. He wasn't raised in a wolf pack, but there were aspects of being one that came naturally, knowledge provided in instinctual urges, and he knew that if he bit Steve, opened the blond up and then transferred some of his blood taint that the blond would make the change over the course of the next month.
A part of him could imagine Steve's tawny hide.]
It's not... like the picture show. There is... a ritual to it, and the change in painful. [He flicked his tail, agitated as he paced. Steve had already endured so much pain in the past, and why should he consider putting the blond through more?] The chance from human to lycan can kill you. And is enlisting the only reason that you're suggesting this?
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And with this phase of the moon, he was even more excited to spend time with Steve. It was practically tradition in his mind, and wolves always ran together with their pack. It was necessity to experience the full swell of the moon, to release all that energy together, to bond and hunt and play fight with each other as they developed skills. A part of him knew that everything ran higher and most matings occurred on the full moon, but he had neither mate nor opportunity to find one. So far, it also hadn't interested him.
He let Steve return to the chair, his ears flicking forward and his tongue flicking against his lips as he moved around to seat himself next to the blond. The fact that Steve wasn't a wolf never bothered him, and he normally wouldn't have even entertained the idea if he wasn't so close to the full moon when all the instincts of being exactly what he was born to be lurked so close to the surface.
The question caused his ears to flatten against his skull and he curled his upper lip in a brief snarl before he turned his head aside and rose to pace away from Steve. Restless, he shook his head and his coat, the question sometimes between them but never given voice. He wasn't raised in a wolf pack, but there were aspects of being one that came naturally, knowledge provided in instinctual urges, and he knew that if he bit Steve, opened the blond up and then transferred some of his blood taint that the blond would make the change over the course of the next month.
A part of him could imagine Steve's tawny hide.]
It's not... like the picture show. There is... a ritual to it, and the change in painful. [He flicked his tail, agitated as he paced. Steve had already endured so much pain in the past, and why should he consider putting the blond through more?] The chance from human to lycan can kill you. And is enlisting the only reason that you're suggesting this?