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In their surface, see two young savage things

Date & Time: Sunset, Dec 17th
Location: Outskirts of the winter wonderland
Characters: Isaac (

painedintheballs)
Summary: Isaac and Peter have their first full moon since coming back from the moon.
Warnings: Gruesome transformations, nonsexual nudity

It's been getting to him all day. The warm, unsettling feeling- the vibration, the warmth under his skin. He's restless, and so is Peter, but it's nowhere near the sensation that was there while on the moon. He can endure this intensity.

Still, it needs to be endured elsewhere. Peter may have gotten the two of them adopted by the natives, but that doesn't mean that any of them would be pleased to find that they'd taken in two werewolves into the fold. Kind or not, Peter and Isaac are still two supernatural creatures, and as long as they're taking their refuge away from the initiative camps, they'll need to hide what they are. Isaac can do that on a full moon, can pull back his wolf and force it to stay under his skin.

Peter can't.

So, it's with a little sigh that Isaac leans over to tug at Peter's sleeve about a half hour till daybreak, yanking him a little closer and nodding toward the front door.

"Ready to go?"

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"Yeah."

They have their own apartment in the building that the local Romani have made their own, one above the snow-line, which is less insulated for being out in the air but also not a lightless box, so Peter considers it a fair trade. But after Tempest's hunt they've been invited down for food regularly, as it only took about three seconds for the matriarch of the group to realize that neither of the boys can cook. So they're full of nice warm food, but Peter knows the sun is dipping toward the horizon, can feel the pull of the moon in his blood and the hairs on the back of his neck. All the same, he makes their excuses smiling, and they get out into the hallway before he grimaces and does a little shimmy, rubbing his arms and stretching his neck like his skin is a poor fit.

"Think we've got about enough time to walk out past the Transporter building." It's a good compromise--nobody really goes out there, but there's shelter if they need to take it. As thoroughly mixed as Peter's feelings on the Initiative are, the other Transports know them.

As Peter zips up his jacket and puts on his hat, he sighs. Outside, the wind blows snow against the windowpane. "I am really not looking forward to getting naked in this."

Isaac rolls his eyes at the complaint, shivering in the anticipation of walking out in the snow again. He zips up his coat, pulling on his boots as Peter gets ready. Still, the transporter building is probably going to be their safest bet- they still don't really know what's out there, and Isaac isn't keen on getting into any real fights on the snow.

"At least you're going to grow a fur coat. I'm gonna be out there shivering all night to keep you company."

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"You'll be out there with two sets of clothes and a wolf, I think you'll manage. Maybe by next month we can score whatever passes for a thermos around here and you can have coffee too." It doesn't even occur to Peter to suggest that Isaac stay home if he objects to the outdoors that much, not even jokingly. Of course he's coming. Peter picks up an empty bag, big enough that his clothes will fit into it.

"Ready?"

"Coffee would be nice."

It never really occurred to Isaac that he could stay home either. He slings a small bag of provisions over his shoulder and nods, making sure to grab his scarf on his way to the door.

"I can't sleep on full moon nights anyway, but the warmth would help."

"We'll work on coffee." Peter holds the door open for Isaac, shuts it securely behind them. "By next month we should be pretty set for having shit." Assuming everything doesn't change again. Which Peter isn't, but you can't plan for what might happen when people fuck around with the past.

Outside, he feels a little better, possibly because he's moving and the pull and itch under his skin isn't as obvious as when he's sitting still. Having proper winter clothes makes it not-entirely-unpleasant out, much better than when he was wandering around in just jeans and his leather jacket. He's definitely not going to enjoy being naked in this, but at least sunsets over the snow are pretty spectacular.

Outside is cold, and thankfully, Isaac has gotten all of his snow-related-mischievousness out of his system, so Peter is in no danger of being shoved to the ground or anything of the sort. He lets out a deep breath, which puffs in the air in front of him, before nodding and starting to move out, trumping down the outdoor steps until they're at ground level.

"I just hope the snow doesn't stay for long. It was fun at first, but it's starting to be a little annoying."

"Oh, I'm sure they'll 'fix' it before long." There's a hint of bitterness to the way Peter says it, but only a hint. He's in no mood to have that argument again, and it's not even like Isaac disagrees with him. "Best we can do is carve ourselves a niche and hope that whatever they do next, we get to keep it."

He looks over at Isaac. "Yeah, I guess you didn't really do winter in California, huh. Not like this."

Isaac shakes his head, folding his arms in front of his chest to keep warm.

"Well, as long as you aren't erased into oblivion in the next few days, I think we'll manage sanely enough."

But the weather comment rings a little true and Isaac nods in agreement. He's never even seen a powder of snow, let alone like this, draped and pressed all over everything.

"Nobody's erasing me, fuck that." Peter elbows Isaac, although it barely counts with all the layers of clothing and coat between his elbow and Isaac's arm.

"It wasn't ever quite like this, but we did a winter or two up near enough to Canada. It gets pretty cold, snow every-damn-where and not a lot to do besides go stir-crazy inside or go out." He shrugs. "It's having to wear all the clothes that's a pain in the ass." Annoying because he's cold, but starting to sweat in them, his eyes flicking toward the horizon as though watching the sun sink an inch at a time.

"Good."

Isaac lets out a little laugh- reassured anyway, when Peter rejects the idea of being erased. He's pretty sure it doesn't matter what Peter wants, but all the same, it's comforting to know that they'll stay together unless something forcibly pulls them apart.

"Well, sorry there's no nudist colonies of Exsilium. Though I'm pretty sure all things considered, everyone would be a little traumatized."

The little laugh makes Peter smile, just a little. He shouldn't be pleased that it reassures Isaac when he promises to stay, that it matters, that Isaac believes him.

But he is.

"All evidence to the contrary, I'm not a nudist." And there sort of is a lot of evidence, given how often Peter seems to end up naked. "It would be way more awkward to tease Tempest about her ass if it was actually visible. But I could do with only wearing two layers, max, and the hell with shoes." He shakes his head, clucks his tongue. "Way too many good looking people for constant nudity. Never get anything done."

Isaac shrugs a little at the clarification, kicking up a tuft of snow before looking back toward Peter, seemingly distracted- but trying to remain alert, in case something might see two boys wandering around at sunset and decide that they'd make easy prey. Not that anything would, especially considering what they are, but...

"I was thinking more of the cold. Don't wanna shrivel up anything important down there. Especially not with your psychic- well, you know."

Peter winces and snorts. "Shrinkage is inevitable," he intones, as though this is wisdom passed down from the elders. "I appreciate your concern for my balls, even if they still can't read your mind." And temperature has no effect whatsoever on Peter's swadisthana, but he's not going to sweat the details. He's busy watching the sun sink lower, the sky filling up with color to one side and darkness to the other.

"Besides, everyone would be cold, wouldn't just be me suffering."

Isaac just sticks his tongue out at the comment about Peter's nether region, shoving his freezing hands in his pockets as they start to move.

"Speaking of the cold though- you've gotta stay close to me, alright? If I'm going to be out here all night, it's gonna get pretty cold."

Peter cocks his head and raises an eyebrow, looking at Isaac. He's not sure whether to be irritated or curious, although the irritation has more to do with the impending sunset than any damage to his ego or feelings. The first time Isaac watched him change--the only time on Earth, to be fair--he had run off, it was true. But things were entirely different then. There was Scott, and there wasn't Isaac actually needing him, not at all. Everything's different now, but there's not necessarily time to have this conversation in full, if it needs to be had at all.

"You seriously worried I'd leave you, rikonoro?"

Isaac forces an eyeroll at that, waving off Peter's sudden reaction with a little scoff. In truth, it's less to do with abandonment and more to do with... well, the simple fact that he'll probably freeze to death if Peter wasn't right there with him this entire time.

So he shakes his head, nudging Peter in the elbow as they start to approach the transporter pad.

"I'm not worried. I just know what it's like, to want to run. I can only imagine what it would feel like if I was actually a wolf."

Peter shrugs, rolls his shoulders, shrugs again. The sun's touching the horizon now, but they're nearly where they need to be. "Yeah," he says, because it's true. The wolf almost always wants to run. Peter thinks of Nicolae, the fastest thing on four legs, gently loping so that Peter could keep up, could learn to run on skinny legs and overgrown paws. It's a lesson Peter still hasn't really learned, but he's starting to see how it might be possible.

"Doubt there's going to be much out there to smell, anyway." He points a finger at Isaac. "Just remember later that you practically asked to be sat on all night."

"I have my strength too, alright?"

Isaac is laughing as they make it the last few yards, glancing around before letting his bag hit the ground, rolling his shoulder a little with a huff. The moon rising is making him antsy, feeding off of Peter's energy and thrumming warm in his blood.

"I can definitely push you off if you try the wolf breath thing on me again."

"Toss the furry blanket and it won't come back."

This is a blatant lie and they both know it. Peter looks around, looks at the sun, halfway down now. He sighs, shivers in advance, and begins undressing. This isn't his routine, not at all, but he's thought it through regardless. Hat, gloves and scarf go into his bag, but his jacket he lays out on the snow. The reason why becomes clear when he takes off his boots and socks, stepping onto his jacket instead of the snow as he does. Then his shirts go into the bag, and finally his pants, until he's bare-assed naked and the sun is sinking fast. It is cold as hell, and Peter curses, not even trying to control his own shaking as his skin takes on a pale violet tinge. As the last sliver of the sun is about to disappear, Peter steps off his jacket and tosses it on top of his bag, takes a few steps away from Isaac.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck it's cold."

But then he goes still and quiet, watching the last of the sun slip away. He takes a deep breath, lets it out, closes his eyes.

The first time Isaac watched him change, Peter had done no small amount of yelling. He's quieter now, partially because he's used to it and partially because a lot of his skin has gone numb with cold, splitting and and tearing without so much pain.

Still, it's a hell of thing to watch, and the pain is obvious as his eyes push out, as paws emerge from the flesh of his hands and his spine elongates into a tail and fangs replace his blunt human teeth, even if he isn't being quite so loud about it this time.

Isaac winces in sympathy when Peter starts undressing, taking up the bag when Peter starts to shift. The pain is obvious, and after a moment, he's wincing for another reason altogether. Peter usually shifted away from him on the moon, in the bathtub or another room altogether, and he's only seen it this close and personal a few times.

The pain is obvious, and if he could take it he would, but he's not sure where he can touch that won't soon be replaced by blood and fur and skin. Still- his fingers curl together though and by the time he hears the second guttural sound of pain, he moves forward without thinking, yanking his glove off and pressing his fingers against the emerging gore of Peter's shoulder.

Darkness travels up through Peter's body, taking away trickles of pain as it travels to the point where they're touching. The pain of the transformation lessens almost immediately as the black, veinlike tendrils of it curl up Isaac's forearm. His muscles tense at that, and he lets out a sudden choked sound at the intensity of it before locking his jaw tight and forcing himself to keep pulling it out of the half-wolf. The skin is being sloughed off though, and Isaac's point of contact is broken for a moment before he pushes forward again, tangling his fingers in Peter's bloody fur, trying to push away the unsteady feeling that it gives him.

The pain is there- he can feel it, but it's more an acknowledgement of what Peter would be going through and less of an agony to Isaac himself. It's a lot though, and he finds himself gasping through it as Peter's transformation falls into completion.

Peter looks up when Isaac grabs his shoulder, eyes yellow and wide with shock. He garbles something, but it's lost along with the last of his teeth, and then he drops his head as his muzzle begins to push through the skin of his lips. It's amazing how much easier it is without the agony sweeping everything else away, how much faster it feels. Peter can't be sure whether that's actually true or whether the pain just dilates the moment into an eternity.

When it stops, Isaac's fingers are still in his fur, buried deep to reach his skin, and the boy himself is breathing hard, as though taking Peter's pain made him experience it as well. Peter certainly can't ask him about it now. When he's sure that Isaac is steady on his feet, Peter wiggles back a few steps, the last of his skin sliding down off his back, making sure he's far enough away that nothing will splatter on Isaac when he shakes off. He eats before the meat freezes, making good on the colloquialism of wolfing it down, before coming back over and beginning to lick Isaac's fingers clean with a warm, careful tongue.

Isaac pulls back when the transformation is complete, careful to not get the blood from his hand all over his clothes. He lets Peter do his thing, electing not to watch as he eats himself and instead moving to try and wipe his hand off in the snow. It just makes it cold and Isaac frowns, shaking out his fingers when he feels Peter coming up behind him and he turns, surprised when the blood is licked up, but not really stopping him. His tongue is warmer than the snow anyway, and Isaac just tries not to think about how he just ate a human meatsuit like two seconds ago.

"Did that help?"

Considering that Peter's human meatsuit is what he's getting off Isaac's hand, he doesn't really have much room to be squeamish about what Peter's recently eaten. Once Isaac's hand is clean enough to go back into his glove, Peter nods, tail wagging shallowly. Yeah, it helped. Then he tilts his head with a soft, inquiring whine. Maybe he means are you okay or maybe he means what in the fuck, Isaac, but either way he's obviously not upset about it.

He is, however, going to take a moment to roll in the snow and then shake off again. This gets the last off the blood off him and has the side effect of being hilarious. By the time he stands up his face is covered in a coating of white powder, which he tries to snort away without much success.

Isaac finds himself laughing a little softly at the whine, before taking another step back as Peter rolls off in the snow. It succeeds in getting the blood off, but- now he's cold and wet and Isaac is definitely not up for cuddles with cold, wet dog. He didn't sign up for that part.

"I never told you I could do that?" And Isaac knows damn well that he didn't, but at least he has the good graces to shrug. If a flush hits his cheeks- well, it's cold outside. "Yeah. Part of what I am- I can take pain away from people and stuff."

And then a pause, as a thought occurs to him, and it must get a lot colder suddenly because he's suddenly flushing a little darker.

"I... guess it might have been helpful before."

Peter gives a yip of agreement. Knowing that sure would have been useful on the moon, at least for Peter. But that's water under the bridge, the wolf unable to muster much upset about it, and Peter shakes off again. It's cold enough that the snow that settles on his fur doesn't melt--that's the point of his coat, after all, to keep his warmth in and the cold and wet out--so he's not actually as damp as one might expect.

He pads up to Isaac, sticks his muzzle in Isaac's hand and whuffs out a breath that clouds in the air.

Isaac lets out a little chuckle, letting the warmth of Peter's breath warm his fingers until they're limber enough to fit back into his glove. Peter's coat is ruined now, but Isaac isn't quite ready to sit down and cuddle out the warmth quite yet. Instead, he turns his gaze toward the bright moon above them both, his eyes flickering yellow before he blinks it away, idly scratching at Peter's ears.

"Feels better- so much better- than being up there. It's still there, but I can think through it."

Peter nods, either in agreement or understanding, but either way not enough to interrupt the scratching of his ears. If anything, he lifts his head into the touch, since gloves considerably blunt good scratches. Isaac is calmer now, standing bathed in the light of the full moon, than he was half the time even with the bracelet muting the effects of the moon. Some part of Peter that he doesn't look at too hard is relieved, relaxes. His tail wags, slow and pleased, waiting for Isaac to decide what he wants to do. Peter said he wouldn't leave him and he won't. There's not much to smell out here besides Isaac anyway.

Isaac looks down toward Peter for a moment, a little smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. It feels good. Different from the moon- almost different from the moons before it, but Isaac attributes that to just not feeling it for awhile. Whatever the reason, he sighs happily and drops his bag to the ground before nodding for the line of trees.

"How well do you think you can run in this weather?"

Better than you, is what Peter thinks, but he just opens his mouth and grins a doggie grin up at Isaac for a moment before he bolts for the trees.

Isaac's never really seen Peter run. The sharp corners and metal floors of the moon base were an effective hobble, and the only other time he'd changed had been inside as well. But there's nothing but snow between Peter and the treeline, and once he gets going the snow is hardly an impediment.

Isaac's hands are far too warm to do a full on wolf-run so he follows behind Peter, laughing as his weight sinks him too far into the snow to even hope to catch up to the wolf in front of him.

"Hey- hey, are we racing now? Is this a race?"

Peter lets himself skid to a stop in the snow, turns around and barks at Isaac. It was totally a race, and he just won. Then he begins running back, taking a few rabbit-leaps over his own footprints until he gets going again.

As he gets closer, it might get clearer and clearer that this isn't a game of chicken so much as Peter very obviously intending to tackle Isaac if he doesn't get out of the way quick.

Isaac keeps on running at first, before belatedly realizing that Peter isn't moving out of the way. Crap. He tries to move and is promptly bowled over by wolf, tumbling back in the snow with a yelp, trying to push Peter so that the large wolf doesn't fall on top of him.

"-Peter!"

Peter doesn't fall on top of him. He leaps at the right time to hit Isaac with his shoulder, which means that when Isaac falls Peter goes rolling right over him. After shaking off the excess snow, he comes back to flop onto Isaac in an expression of obvious victory. It seems careless and lazily self-satisfied, but he doesn't actually step on Isaac at all in process.

Coincidentally or not, Peter's flopped himself on Isaac in a way that, between wolf and snow, blocks him from a good bit of the night wind.

"Oof."

Isaac wriggles a little, trying to get comfortable, but he has a large wolf laying over him, smooshing him into the snow. It's not exactly a position that comfort can be expected from, really.

"What're you doing?"

Peter whuffs a breath through his nose in Isaac's general direction and stands up enough that Isaac can settle himself more properly before he lies down again. With another sigh, he inches up and settles his head on Isaac's chest and shoulder, blocking the wind and offering the warmth of his breath on the side of Isaac's head. Peter knows charades doesn't work, he'll have to wait for the other werewolf to suss out that there's a lot of fur and wolf between him and the wind.

Isaac lets out a little sound when Peter settles back on top of him, trying to shift a little and at least make himself comfortable with a wolf resting over him. He almost wants to laugh, the scene is so comical- laid out in the snow like this in the middle of the night with nothing but the scent of the wild and the beast trying to keep him warm.

He laughs then, just a little, rolling his eyes and bringing his hand up to scritch at Peter's ears.

"I brought a jacket you know."

Peter takes a moment to give Isaac a one-eyed look of canine distain to communicate what he thinks about the usefulness of jackets versus wolves before he closes his eyes and leans up into the scritches with a pleased sound. If Isaac tries to move again, though, he'll move off of him and wait for the other boy to decide what to do. Peter knows full well that as a wolf his thought processes are simpler, that a lot of human concerns fall away and the world gets sharper and clearer. He's content to sit there and let Isaac rub his ears, but Isaac may have other concerns.

Fine, fine. Isaac will let the wolf mother him against the snow- trying not to think about how his instincts should be alight with the fact that there is a wolf resting on top of him like some sort of stuffed animal. He should be snarling, vicious under the effects of the moon, and instead, Isaac leans back and just closes his eyes, forcing a few deep breaths.

In a little while, he'll get up and prompt Peter to go exploring a little, racing through the trees with laughter and soft howls. For now though, he lays there, letting his eyes slip closed and just relaxes against the snow.

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