Fandom: Marvel x Teen Wolf Crossover
Ships: Steve Rogers x Peter Hale
Plot: Steve and Peter have been dating over a year and Steve just found out his boyfriend is a werewolf. Can love endure?
Chapter Two; Admission
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It wasn’t like it was all a game. Peter had never meant anything to be a game when it came to Steve, especially once he had realized that he was wholly and entirely in love with the man. Everything had started because of a kind of tugging sensation in his body the day he’d met the man. Just a casual moment outside the local grocery store had led to polite conversation and the first time Peter had heard Steve laugh, his heart had fluttered. Steve had a kind of ruggish but very old fashioned style that when coupled with the man himself had Peter hooked like a double shot of wolfsbane laced tequila. Things hadn’t gone particularly fast, but they were by no means slow, either. The two had several times where they met as friends in the initial three months after Steve had arrived. It had been nice to feel normal again after the ups and downs of recovering from the fire and his mistakes. Steve didn’t pry and Peter opened up piece by piece, happy to have the gradual reciprocation. Once, after around four months, Steve had even, without actually saying anything incriminating, given Peter a hypothetical scenario about what someone who had only been attracted to women and been raised that same sex wasn’t a true match should do if they somehow found themselves emotionally attached and physically attracted to someone of the same sex. Peter had somewhat hoped said hypothetical had been about them, having become so thoroughly smitten with Steve, but he’d forced it aside and given Steve options to take. It wasn’t until three weeks later, when Peter had invited Steve over for dinner, that things had become a little different. That was the night when he’d found out Steve had feelings for him that he had for Steve.
Steve had leaned in to kiss Peter as he’d gotten ready to leave, and while at first, the wolf hadn’t responded immediately, he quickly caught up. Steve’s very touch was like a wildfire to Peter’s inner wolf, the beast craving to have it as much as wanting to care for it. Steve set his blood on fire and calmed his soul at the same time, and despite the way he was drawn to Steve, there wasn’t much physicality after that for a while. Mainly the contact was kisses, cuddles, or just plain holding one another as they spent nights together in bed; content to just feel each other’s warmth. Peter may have lost his mind before he could recover from the fire, but something about the normality of a real relationship – the trust and the ease that came with the day to day of loving a person, loving Steve – had him feeling completely sane again, so much so that it had reached a point where there wasn’t even the slightest urge to hunt on the moon. When the sexual aspect finally became part of their deal, it was six months after their first kiss, and Peter couldn’t be sure who had actually started it, no matter how hard he tried to decipher it. All he could remember was the warmth of Steve’s hands on his skin, the gentle way the other had arched up from the bed and kissed at his neck, tempting Peter’s control. Peter had shown Steve all the ways he loved him that night, kissing a trail over a broad chest and shoulders, nibbling on sensitive spots and taking his time as he claimed Steve with slow, dragging thrusts while whispering how good it felt to show him how much he adored Steve. By the time the sun was rising they were exhausted and spent and refused to leave the bed, opting to just lay and talk for the day. It had been wonderful, in many ways better than anything Peter had done prior, but he attributed that to the sheer, intense love he had for the blonde. Despite not telling Steve he was a werewolf, Peter knew he’d found his match. It was just a matter of a time to explain everything about the town in the reality that few saw it for. It hadn’t turned out that way unfortunately.
Peter had been alone tonight, the first full moon for him to be so since his relationship with Steve had started, and he’d seen why the moonlight struggles had stopped. Steve had been the one keeping him so centrally human that he hadn’t needed the rush of a hunt. But as luck [or some sick twisted god] would have it, Steve had gotten called in for a graveyard shift and Peter was left by himself. The itch started early, and Peter could do absolutely nothing to sate it. He paced, and cleaned, and folded laundry, even spent a good half hour running on the treadmill in his makeshift gym. So he’d gone to the preserve. Deer were big right now, and the loft was close enough that he could ask Derek to help clean and carve it. But not all had gone as planned. A bunch of hormonal teenagers had snuck into the preserve and of all people, Steve had been asked to disperse the party. The man had, but by accident happened upon a shifted Peter on his way back to the cruiser. The wolf had shifted back, knelt over a deer’s body, and yet hadn’t been able to say anything, which for Peter was a feat of itself. And then Steve had left. Unable to say anything, Peter had let the male leave, his heart breaking and it felt like his soul was crushed. He’d trekked home and cleaned up, changing into a pair of jeans and a dark cream v-neck, the deer forgotten on the forest floor. He hadn’t expected for Steve to find out in such a blatantly gore ridden manner, so he’d struggled to find a way to explain. But when Steve had called over an hour later, Peter had picked up regardless of what he thought he’d find on the other end. He still needed Steve in his life, and he absoutely was not ready for the wonderful thing they had to end because he was a monster. The drive to Steve’s house was silent, not even the usual classic music on his radio as he drove. His mind was a swirling pit of emotions, because with his record of relationships; familial or otherwise, he was dreading the words that were likely to part the lips of the man he’d become so madly attached to that the mere thought of losing Steve had his chest aching to the point his eyes teared up and it felt like he couldn’t breathe. When at last he turned on the block of Steve’s house, he slowed to almost not driving as he coasted to the drive way and pulled in alongside the car. He sat for the longest five minutes before he slowly got out of the car. He took a slow breath in, released it in a sigh and prepared for the worst. Walking with faux confidence, he went up the sidewalk and to the door, ringing the doorbell as he waited. It seemed like ages until the lock clicked and he laid eyes on Steve, as mixture of comfort and loss.
“Steve,” he breathed, smiling faintly. The pressure in his chest lightened just enough that he flet like he could breathe normally, but he still stood and watched the other man. He wasn’t sure what to do, not sure what it was that Steve wanted to talk about. Steve smiled at him, stepping aside and reaching to take Peter’s hand and lead him inside.
“I was wondering if you’d back out.” the blonde admitted, his skin warm and comforting to Peter. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Peter felt a bit of the dread fade at the words, nodding as he laced his fingers with Steve’s, letting the contact send a wave of comfort through him. “I wouldn’t back out, Steve. Not with you.” he answered sincerely. “What do you want to talk about?”
Steve led the wolf to the living room and sat down, giving a soft smile that was sad in a way. “I want to talk about us.” he explained, unaware of the heavy pit that filled Peter’s stomach as he spoke, the silent pleading from inside Peter’s mind of ‘no, no, please god, no’. He looked down and took the man’s hand, thumb running over the back of the wolf’s hand. “Peter, I want to move passed this. I’m not going to leave. But tonight, realizing that you’re not human? It dawned on me that you’re not the only one who hasn’t been…entirely honest.” He finally looked up in time to receive a kiss, returning it with ease as he hummed, enjoying the affection until Peter broke the kiss.
Peter’s hands moved to run along the man’s side and through blonde hair as he looked at Steve tenderly. “Steve, there is nothing you can tell me that will make me run.” Peter murmured softly. “I love you. More than anything. You’re my anchor. I will always be right here. I swear.”
Hearing the words made Steve smile and he nodded. “Peter, there are some things you should know before you say that.” he explained, even though he didn’t move from the closeness of Peter’s warm touch. “For starters, my last name isn’t actually Grant.”
“What is it?” Peter inquired, tilting his head as blue eyes took in his boyfriend’s face.
Steve was quiete for a long moment, finally taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. “Rogers. My name is Steven Rogers.” he began. “I’m from Brooklyn. And the reason why I used a fake name here is to stay off the radar of people I know back in New York.” He watched the other male for a moment, wondering if he should say more.
Peter arched a brow, before he gave a grin. “Are you really telling me I’m dating the Captain America?” he asked. “And here I thought you were just really good at holding alcohol.” He leaned back. “So do your friends know you’re here?”
Steve shrugged. “As far as I’m aware, no. But Stark has a nasty habit of trying to find us.” He ran his tongue over his lips as he watched Peter. “That doesn’t bother you?”
Peter cocked his head. “Why should it bother me? I’m a werewolf for crying out loud, Steve.” he replied, moving to sit closer to the supersoldier. “It doesn’t bother me, or scare me, or make me upset. You had every right to not tell me.” he explained, leaning over to run his hand through blonde hair and resting his forehead against the other man’s. “I still know you. And I still love you. Always.” he promised, his lips curving into a smirk.
“I don’t want you hurt if anything comes looking for me, Peter.” Steve replied, his voice soft as he watched the wolf, one hand moving up to rest on top of Peter’s.
“Steve, I can handle myself.” Peter replied, laughing softly as he tilted his head to kiss at Steve’s neck. “Wolves don’t leave their mates.”
Steve had tilted his head back until he heard the words, drawing back enough to look at the other male, blue eyes wide and stunned. “Mates?” he asked. “You think…I-”
“I don’t think, I know. And nothing can change that.” Peter cut the other off, grinning before leaning in to kiss the hero. “I chose you long before I even realized it. But you are everything to me, Steve. My whole world.” he promised, pressing close to kiss Steve again. It didn’t take long before he’d coaxed the slightly older male into relaxing and then he was leaning back, Steve chasing his lips as they kissed, the feeling of dread vanishing as the familiar comfort of love washed over him and he felt the warmth of his mate’s hands running along his chest. “I love you, Steve Rogers.”
Hearing his real name part Peter’s lips with those words made Steve’s heart falter for a second, and he leaned into to kiss Peter deeply. “I love you, too, Peter Hale.”
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