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[ofstarlight]

AU SCENARIOS OPEN POST !

» Hit this up for all kinds of scenarios. » Put my character's name in the subject line. If you leave it blank, I'll surprise you with a muse. » Prose and brackets are both welcomed. » Here are some possibilities but open to all sorts of things! Stranded. Arranged Marriage. Apocalypse / Post-Apocalypse. Assassins. Fake relationships / engagements / marriages. Victorian Era. Fairy Tales. Mythology. The Hunger Games. Harry Potter. The 100. Pick one of my characters: here.

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[wingedman]

Sam understood the reason why, but it still bothered him. He'd been nothing but polite to the Wakandans, and they insisted on treating him like - well, like a dog. Even if he had presented a danger to the country, there were more than enough panthers around to stop him; he was vastly outnumbered. (But, then again, there was a chance they feared the damage he could do by making more like him, even if he had no desire to do anything of the sort.)

His eyebrows lifted at the king's offer. "Really?" No doubt he would have a feline escort - one that longed to rip his throat out - but it was better than nothing. There was a certain restless hunger in his eyes.

Twisting the cap off the bottle, he drank deeply, hoping the cool water would douse his libido. At least T'Challa hadn't made any cracks about chasing cars. "I bet you like toying with your prey, too." Just like he was doing right now.

[forwakanda]

Grin spreading across his face, he leaned against the wall near Sam, running his gaze up and down. Sam sure had a lot going for him but the wolf nature cancelled it all out. Plus, his attitude didn't really help matters either. "Yes, with an escort and on a schedule we may be able to work something out," he explained, "Unless, you'd prefer to work out the aggression another way."

Perhaps that answered the whole toy with prey issue.

Pushing himself up, he went over to some of the machines to start his own workouts.

[wingedman]

"What about both?" Sam settled onto one of the weight machines near T'Challa, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. Although it was hard to tell, he was pretty sure the king was flirting with him - but that could have just been his heightened sex drive prior to the full moon, too.

"I'm definitely open to discussion," he added, adjusting the weights. The load was far more than a normal human could have managed, and it was nice to be able to work at a level that actually challenged him, rather than pretending otherwise.

[forwakanda]

The disapproval practically poured off the Dora Milaje with him but he ignored them for the time being and no one should have felt surprise since he tended to involve himself with plenty of the unsavory sort, at least in the council's eyes. They tended to prefer he only involve himself with others at s certain degree and nothing further. No matter what they would never find anything redeemable about a wolf, especially after the invasion in their cultural history.

"Are you?" T'challa questioned, setting the machine to allow him to run uphill on it. "That may just be the full moon talking. I've explored plenty of details about your kind." Your kind might not have been spoken too kindly but he never had decent encounters with other shifters either. "See how you feel after."

[wingedman]

"You have the advantage over me, then," Sam admitted. "I don't know anything about your kind." Or anything about wolves, for that matter, apart from what he'd discovered first-hand. "But I wouldn't mind finding out." He raised an eyebrow at T'Challa, ignoring the scent of the angry women behind him. He could almost feel their glare burning into his skin.

[forwakanda]

Curious and curiouser. "I have a feeling you know very little about your own kind. The way you are right now clearly shows that. You give too much away. Its dangerous." Not that he should even begin to care when the avengers would leave soon and take the wolf along with them. "Feline shifters are superior, you need to know little else."

Running a little faster, he tried to ignore the tug he felt to move closer to Sam.

[wingedman]

"Superior, huh?" Sam just rolled his eyes. "Till someone throws a bag of catnip in your path and you get distracted by it."

"Why is it dangerous?" The way he tilted his head was almost canine. "I know you don't like me, but we aren't enemies." He would have said allies, in fact, but looking at T'Challa, he wasn't so sure the other man felt that way.

[forwakanda]

"People will take advantage with how much they can view from you," T'challa explained, ignoring the other things Sam had to say. "Things are in a complicated state for shifters at the moment. Plenty of opinions are changing and not for the better." It did not surprise him because there were plenty against the so-called superheroes as well.

Slowing down the machine, he climbed off it. "I can take you to the area to run."

[wingedman]

"Politics." Sam made a face. He wasn't good at subtle games of machinations and maneuvering; that was more Stark's kind of thing. He was a fighter, like Steve, and pretty damn blunt. More, he was terrible at hiding his feelings.

"Thank you for the warning." He gave T'Challa a slight smile. In truth, it had caught him a little by surprise. "I'd like to see it." Sam let the weights settle back into position, wiping down the seat with the towel he had slung over his shoulder.

[forwakanda]

With a curt nod of his head, he started off in the direction of the underground tunnel of chambers. There were many purposes for them but he made sure to steer clear of the tombs and shrines areas.

The lower they descended, the harder it would be for mere mortals to breath. "You will not have to worry about anyone catching you unaware down here. Few travel this far down and it can be your own space."

He gestured his arm around. "There can be a chase set up if you desire it."

[wingedman]

"Thank you." Sam's smile was softer, more genuine. T'Challa didn't have to do all this for him, after all, not when there was no love lost between him and the wolves. It wasn't the same as being able to run outside, but it was far more than he'd expected the king to offer him.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to press his lips against T'Challa's. It was a hungry kiss, one that held more than a little bit of the instincts he tried to keep suppressed - but T'Challa had to know he'd dragged those instincts to the forefront with the teasing he'd done.

[forwakanda]

There weren't many moments T'challa found himself surprised, especially not with the heart shaped herb honing his abilities but Sam managed to find a way to completely unnverve him. A kiss. He never anticipated such a thing actually happening and with a wolf on top of that.

Holding up a hand to stop the others from grabbing and slamming Sam down to the ground, he kissed him back, roughly. He only pulled away when he needed to pull in some air, looking at Sam. "Brave or reckless, unsure which you are."

[wingedman]

"Why not both?" Sam grinned at him, dazed from the kiss. The animal instincts inside him struggled to break free, his eyes yellowing slightly. The kiss wasn't enough, and it only made him want more. His gaze slid to the side and the Dora Milaje; he was pretty sure they wanted to eviscerate them for profaning their king with his touch.

"So, does your cock have spines on it, kitty?" he whispered in his ear, his voice edging closer to a low growl. "Cause I'd love to find out."

Definitely reckless.

[forwakanda]

A recklessness roamed between them, mostly on T'challa's part because he knew better than to entangle himself with other shifters. It only led to greater complication and the council really loathed wolves more than any other, which made things far worse for them. He could also feel the weight of eyes on them but the concern became more secondary when Sam actually growled at him. Damn. He shivered without being able to stop it, turned on until the words sank in. Seriously?

T'challa pulled back to give the most unimpressed look. "I do believe I have a meeting to attend to instead here."

[wingedman]

Right, okay, that hadn't gone the way he'd intended. Sam shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He'd been able to smell T'Challa's arousal for just a moment, and it really hadn't helped matters any. Maybe he just needed to go back to his room and take a long, cold shower.

"Yeah, um." Sam ran a hand through his hair. "Thanks for your time. I appreciate the courtesy you've shown me here." And he really did, even if his way of showing his thanks was somewhat...unconventional.

[forwakanda]

Trying to appear calm and not caught up in any way, T'challa gave a nod of his head. The words had allowed him a small window to really consider his decision and he just could not mingle with a wolf, no matter how alluring he might be. The country always needed to come first and his people would not understand the wayward decision whatsoever.

"I will see you around, Samuel. Let me know if you need anything." The longing nearly took his breath completely away. For some reason he didn't turn right around and leave as he should have.

[wingedman]

"Besides you?" he murmured. It was barely audible, but he knew T'Challa could hear it. The Dora Milaje definitely had, judging by the way their muscles tensed.

"Come run with me tonight," he offered in a more normal tone of voice. Another offer that he knew would be refused, but he made it anyway. Sam had never had a pack to run with during the moon, and something inside him yearned for company, even if that company happened to be feline.

[forwakanda]

While the words should have earned another reaction, his lips twitched instead and he had to duck his head a little for the adored ones to not see and judge more than they already were. There would be plenty of lectures in his future to endure.

It seemed Sam would be destined to surprise him. "I - okay." He meant to say no! To politely decline because running with Sam in his current state would not be a wise decision. The wolf likely seeing it as a chase and a pursuit. "After dinner and for an hour."

[wingedman]

Sam graced T'Challa with a surprisingly soft smile that was at odds with his current animal state. "Thank you," he said simply.

Before nightfall, more of the Dora Milaje came to escort him back down to the space below the palace; Sam was reassured to see that T'Challa was keeping his promise. He stripped his clothes off as he waited for the change to overtake him; by the time T'Challa arrived, a chocolate brown wolf was waiting eagerly for him, pacing back and forth. He sneezed at the strong scent of cat, then went down onto his front two paws in the universal canine "play" posture, tongue lolling from his mouth.