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Good mornin' sunshine

WHO: Bruce and YOU
TONE: Ranging from humour to fatigued angst
RATING: Probably not more than PG-13
WHEN: First morning back at school
WHERE: Just outside the Great Hall
WHAT: It's the morning after full moon weekend and Bruce is more than a bit exhausted. He might be more irritable and absent-minded than usual, so what's stopping you from bugging him?
STATUS: Ongoing

Full moon is never fun for Bruce but adding the stress of travel to it had left him more fatigued than usual. If anyone had seen him the day before and how dishevelled he looked then, they'd think he was ready to keel over and die at any second now. All colour was gone from his face save for the even darker shadows around his eyes and the red in his lips, and was that perhaps a glint of green in his eyes when he walked through a beam of sunlight? He needed food but he wasn't too sure he was up to being around people that day, so he hesitated and stared at the entrance of the Great Hall, leaning against a wall for support.

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"Ah, here ve go~!" Maxim chirped, pausing in front of an open classroom door. Holding out one of the plates, he bowed his head, sweeping the other towards the classroom. "Gentlemen first!"

The smile was a bit crooked but still, a smile nonetheless. "Shouldn't that be you?" he chuckled, waddling into the room and sitting on one of the tables with a quiet sigh.

There's just a second where Maxim paused, glancing around him like he expected someone to be there. When there was nothing, he shrugged his shoulders, sauntering into the room and offering Bruce the plate. "Not hardly, meine kleine Apfelkuchen. Dot iz a term reserfed only for sveet leedle boys like hyu."

"What's that?" he asked, momentarily distracted by the plate in his hands. "Meine... meine clean what?"

He engaged in a short war with himself, the wolf demanding that he tear into the meat while the human was fighting for the sake of it, leaving him feeling more nauseous. Still, he knew he had to eat, so he picked the smallest piece of bacon and nibbled on it.

"Meine kleine Apfelkuchen," he repeated, setting the second plate down next to Bruce before sitting down himself. Then he pulled an apple fritter from his pocket. "My little apple dumpling, basically. Becauze hyu zo sveet und delicious."

And with that, he took a huge bite of the pastry, practically stuffing the whole thing in his mouth.

"Sweet and-" Bruce just... blinked. Perhaps turned a bit pink in the cheeks, but oh well, such is life, and he returned to staring down at his plate, stomach growling but somehow not eager to eat much more than the sliver of bacon he just finished.

"Hy heard dot, hyu know." Completely oblivious to Bruce's blushing, or seeming that way, at least, Maxim waves a pastry at him. "Eat, dollink, or hyu make hyuself sick."

He blinked at the pastry and smiled self-deprecatingly. "Thanks but uh... I don't think I can eat much of this. Stomach's not cooperating."

"Cuz hyu fightink de volf," he sighs, rolling his eyes and stuffing another pastry in his mouth. "Hoo hent hoo rhat hiff hoo awnt hoo hecoffar wickvly."

Hold on, let him swallow. "Chust let it do vhat it vants vit de meat, den it vill qviet down a bit."

His lips thinned into a tense line and he set the plate aside, shaking his head. "No, he's not getting out during the day. It's my body."

Sigh. "Iz an animal, Bruce! Iz not goink to go on a rampage if hyu feed it! Iz goink to sit dere lickink its chops all heppy und schtuff. Und sinze iz a part ov hyu, hyu vill be heppy too. Hy haff to feed a whole pack ov verevolves effery night after de full moon in zummer, Bruce, Hy know vhat Hy em tokkink about. Dey gorge demselvez full to burstink, den de sit around drinkink for hours."

"Well I'm not them," he grumbled, getting to his feet and clenching his eyes shut at the head rush. "Sorry for troubling you, I'll take the plate back to the kitchen."

He began to move the load on his plate onto Maxim's, even if his eyes were flickering green with want.

"No, hyu chust makink hyuself miserable."

As Bruce loads up the plate, Maxim gets up, crossing the room to shut the door, locking it.

"Vhich iz vhy Hy iz not lettink hyu leaf until hyu eat. Iz for hyu own goot. Hyu vill eat, und den Hy vill rub hyu belly cuz hyu a goot, heppy puppy."

Bruce frowned and approached the door. "I don't need belly rubs because I'm not a dog," he grumbled, reaching past Maxim to unlock the door. "I'm fine - I'm always fine."

Maxim just frowned, grabbing Bruce's hand before it could reach the door. "Dere iz nottink wrong vit who hyu are, Bruce."

"Yeah, nothing wrong except I'm a brainless monster when I lose control," he answered flatly, reaching for the door with his other hand.

"Hyu iz an animal," he growled back, grabbing the other hand. "Chust like efferyvun elze, Bruce. Iz chust zumtimes, hyu haff fur. Dere iz only vun monster in dis room, and it sure az hell iz not hyu."

Bruce snarls as he's essentially trapped, eyes practically glowing from how green they've turned, teeth clearly sharpened. "Let me go!"

He really should let Bruce go. He knows he should. He had that exact same feeling he'd had with Rapunzel, that feeling, that urge to let go and do something stupid, but knowing it was a bad choice. That Bruce would be the one to suffer for his choices if he made the wrong one.

God, but he wanted to see the wolf come out. He could practically hear the howls in his ears, feel claws pricking and digging into his soft skin, and taste blood in his mouth. He could imagine the struggle, how he'd be over-powered and pinned, helpless as the beast ravaged his body.

But he could also see Bruce coming to his senses, seeing him bloody and battered, and blaming himself for his actions. He could see Bruce collapsing under the weight of his guilt, the shadows of his eyes growing deeper, no matter how much Maxim insisted he had wanted it.

Hands shaking, he loosened his grip and ran them up Bruce's arms, bringing them to rest on the other boy's shoulders. "Hyu need to eat. Meat vhat iz already dead, vhat hyu ain't killed hyuself iz not de same az rippink out zumvun's t'roat. But it testes close enough to satiate de volf. Eat, Bruce, pleaze. Hy chust vant hyu to take care ov hyuself."

Bruce snarled at Maxim's movement, clawed hands rising to grip his biceps and slammed him back against the door. He frowned at Maxim's words and slowly leaned in, brilliant green eyes focused on Maxim's eyes as he took a deep measured breath, fangs and claws gradually receding. "I.." he rasped, frown deepening as he grit his teeth and closed his eyes, firmly forcing the wolf back.

After a moment he sagged against Maxim, breathing loudly and resting his forehead against the other boy's. "S-sorry," he whispered, loosening his grip on Maxim's arms.

Maxim's breath hitched as his back slammed against the door, and he tightened his grip instinctively, all but pulling Bruce against him. His pupils dilated in expectation and want, his gaze never wavering while Bruce fought against the wolf.

As Bruce slumped against him, he shifted his hands from the other boy's shoulders to his back, wrapping his arms around him tightly, cradling him against his body.

"Iz h'okay, puppy," he murmured, pressing a light, fleeting kiss to Bruce's lips. "Don' effer be afraid to let go around me. Vhateffer hyu dish out, Hy ken hendle, Hy svear to hyu."

Somewhere in the back of Bruce's mind he could feel the wolf shifting with interest, sending heat racing though his body that he ignored as much as possible, though the light kiss left a flash of warmth rolling through his veins. Or maybe that was from being held to Maxim's front.

Swallowing hard he shook his head a bit, muttering, "Can't, s'not safe..."

It was hard not to roll his eyes, but he reminded himself that this wasn't Mechanicsburg, and here, people did not know the extent of the Jaeger's reputation. Here, he was just a silly, flirty boy that caused a little too much trouble. He would never be so consistently, so horribly underestimated back home.

Grabbing a handful of Bruce's thick, curly hair, Maxim shifted his grip downward, squeezing and digging his nails into the Ravenclaw's ass. Lowering his voice to a low rumble, he growled, "Hy know hyu secret, zo mebbe iz fair if Hy share vun ov mine vit hyu."

"If Hy vanted it, Hy could haff de volf hog-tied und subdued in less den t'irty seconds." He gave Bruce's hair a little tug, nipping at his lips. "If Hy vanted, Hy could kill it vit my bare hends in anodder t'irty more. Iz not effn goink into de tings Hy could do to hyu before hyu effen haff a chence to let de volf out. Zo vhen Hy say de only monster here iz me, boy, hyu better dem vell belief it."

The yelp at being grabbed roughly quickly turned into a visceral snarl and Bruce was straining against the grip in his hair, each hard tug sending electricity down his spine. But the wolf would have none of that, and it gnashed it's fangs at Maxim's lips, the fight-or-flight instinct rising in him even as Bruce struggled for control.

It's frustrating to say in the least, and his claws dug into Maxim's arms, green eyes squinting with the pain of two fighting parts of his mind as he gasp/growl/whined, "I don't want to- Stop bringing him out!"

Stop. It was hard to stop when his blood was pounding in his ears, his heart racing in his chest, heat pooling between his legs and twisting in his belly. All he could think was how easy it would be to push the wolf, to rise it, trashing the room in the process. How nice it would be to just let himself go for once, instead of holding back for the benefit of those around him. To reap the whirlwind and let his bloodlust soar!

But part of the point of attending a foreign school was to learn restraint, his pappa always said. To learn the difference between right and wrong, good and bad choices, and he'd already made this mistake once. It was bad enough that Rapunzel had to suffer for his selfish choices, he couldn't push that on Bruce too.

So he swallowed thickly, and forced himself to let go, hands shaking with the effort. He pulled them back slowly, keeping his palms flat until they rested back against the cool stone wall. "Az hyu vish..."

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