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Ice Flows (NC-17|Steve/Tony)
Title: Ice Flows (1/1)
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Steve/Tony
Warnings: minor spoilers through Thor #11.
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toriolees (bless her and her very fast beta reading)
A/N: Last minute Halloween fic. Con-crit is very welcome. And yes, I know it sounds like the title to a Due South fic.
Tony was ignoring at least a dozen screaming voice mails, phone calls, and emails from various media types that thought he'd something to do with the brief media silence. Part of him wished he had, it would have been a fitting tribute to Steve.
Never mind that those moments of silence from all the newsfeeds had been like bliss.
But Tony wasn't thinking about that right now, or anything else but figure standing only a few feet from him.
Tony didn't want to believe in the figure standing in his bedroom. The blue-cloaked figure could be anyone, anything. It could be illusion; it could be a figment of his imagination. It could be anything but Steve.
"Tony." It was Steve's voice but it sounded far away and as if it was coming from underwater. Tony could catch glimpses of Steve's face, almost luminous. A strange blue glow surrounded him, making Tony want to look away. It made his eyes hurt and water.
"Go away." Tony whispered. "You're not real." His teeth chattered and he couldn't understand why he was suddenly so cold.
"Tony," Steve repeated drawing closer. "I'm not sure how long I can stay. Please, don't shut me out."
Tony shook his head and closed his eyes. A touch like ice touched his shoulder and his eyes jerked open. Steve's fingers traced up his bare shoulder, up his neck and allong his jaw. It was like having an ice cube dragged across his skin without the wetness. "Why is your skin so cold?"
The cloak shrouding Steve seemed to disappear. "It's cold where I am," he said sadly. "Cold and dark. It's lonely."
Tony throat closed up and he tentatively place his hand over the ice-cold one cupping his face. "I thought you'd be happy there. No one could harm you anymore there, you'd have peace."
"I miss you," Steve whispered. His breath was a winter breeze against Tony's face and his lips when they met Tony's almost hurt.
Tony gasped but didn't pull away. The kiss was too familiar, too much Steve, and if this was him losing his mind then he'd take the bitter cold that came with it. So long as he had Steve again. He touched Steve as he opened his mouth, welcoming Steve's tongue into his warmth. Tony's hands glided over the cold stiff uniform, his mind noted how brittle Steve's clothing had been when they'd found him frozen in ice so many years ago.
Steve groaned into the kiss and pressed Tony back onto the bed. "You're so -- hot. Your skin feels like it's on fire." He groaned again as Tony pressed an opened-mouthed kiss to his throat.
Under the heat of Tony's hands, the leather and chainmail seemed to melt away leaving him with nothing but acres of frost skin to touch. Steve gasped his name as Tony cupped his ass, pulling closer, then Tony groaned half in pleasure, half in pain as Steve's body pressed against his.
"I don't have much time," Steve's voice sound even further away. His hands were almost rough as he tugged away Tony's boxer-briefs, but Tony felt as if he'd been numbed to pain. Steve was touching him so it couldn't be anything but good no matter how it hurt. "Thor woke me, maybe hours ago, maybe minutes. I just know that….Tony…" Steve kissed him again, covering Tony with his body.
His cock was hard, cold, and leaking against Tony's thigh. "Fuck me." Tony growled into Steve's mouth. He spread his legs for it and rubbed shamelessly against Steve's body. His teeth were chattering and his cock harder than it had been in so long.
"I could hurt you," Steve whispered before kissing him again. Tony's lips cracked and bled under his. "I am hurting you."
Tony wrapped his hand around Steve fisting him. "I don't care." He sucked at the juncture between Steve's throat and shoulder and when he lifted his mouth again was pleased to see almost a healthy pink before the blue over took it. "You always did look good in blue."
"Tony," Steve whispered brokenly. Tony stroked him again, and Tony could almost feel him give in. "Is the lube still…?"
"Right where you left it," Tony told him.
Steve reached across to the drawer, and Tony was slightly amused in the part of his brain that could still think that his uniform melted away like ice but Steve had to reach for the lube. Tony took advantage of the stretch to run his tongue over one of Steve's nipples, and relished how Steve jerked against him.
Then Steve was back over him, kissing him fiercely and Tony simply kissed back with all he was worth. His lips were numb and so was his shoulder where Steve held him down, but he didn't care. He watched as Steve slicked up his fingers, then pressed two into Tony's body.
Tony gasped; his body warring between pulling away and pushing towards those intruders. "More."
Steve shook his head, slowly working fingers in and out, stretching Tony's body to take him. By the time Steve added a third finger, the first two felt almost room temperature and Tony didn't really care. He pressed back against those fingers, trying to make Steve move faster, whimpering every time Steve touched his prostate.
Finally, Tony grabbed Steve's wrists. He took a deep breath and forced the words out. "You–you said we didn't have much time. I'm ready, please."
"You sure you want this?" Steve whispered settling between Tony's legs.
Tony reached up to brush back the blonde-blue hair and nodded. Steve thrust in, knocking the breath from Tony's lungs. He fell back against the bed with a cry.
There wasn't any way to properly categorize or describe it. It was like nothing else Tony had ever known, and if it the cold that seeped from Steve into Tony's bones hurt with Steve so deep inside him -- Tony's mind couldn't compute it.
Extremis seemed blissfully quiet.
"I could burn up inside of you," Steve panted, pushing harder into Tony. He pushed Tony's legs back to his chest, allowing Steve to thrust deeper.
Tony moaned and arched into everything thrust and every touch. He sucked on Steve's tongue when they kissed.
When Tony came, it seemed to come out of nowhere, leaving him gasping and sobbing, the warmth spreading between them almost too hot to Tony skin that was so used to Steve's icy touch. "I love you." Tony sobbed pressing his face into Steve's shoulder, still shuddering.
Steve's head jerked back, his body jerking against Tony's as he came. It felt like ice water pushing into Tony and all he could do was gasp and cling to Steve.
When Steve pulled away, withdrawing from Tony's body, Tony almost expected him to disappear. Instead, he lay on his side, his uniform returning as if it had never been gone.
Tony's teeth were chattering and Steve dropped a kiss to his forehead. "I love you too, you know."
Tony shook his head. "Sharon Carter."
Steve looked confused and maybe a bit hurt. "What does she have to do with us? I ended things with her a long time ago."
"She was pregnant with your child. She said that you two had a -- tryst -- during the fighting." Tony told him, staring at the ceiling. He was pulling up every source he could with Extremis about ghosts, barely focusing on any of the other feeds that should have been his top priority.
"It isn't mine, Tony. I still loved you too much and I respected Sharon too much. Whomever Sharon slept with that night, whoever's child she's carrying, it isn't mine." Steve whispered, running a hand over Tony's hair. Tony could barely feel the touch. "I think I have to go now."
Tony jerked towards him, trying to grab him but his hands passed straight through him. "No, please. No."
Steve rose from the bed, the cloak back around his shoulders. "I miss you every moment, Tony."
Tony head ached as he opened more links trying to find something anything that was supposed to bind sprits, something that would keep Steve from leaving him. Never mind that Tony didn't believe in such things, or that part of his mind kept whispering that this was all a product of stress and lack of sleep. That Tony was simply having a nervous breakdown.
Steve drew the hood over his head, and all Tony could do was watch as he disappeared.
He stood in the middle of the room half dazed staring at where Steve had been, his teeth chattering. Feeling number than he had when Steve had touched him, Tony dragged himself into the bathroom. He ran the water hotter than he could stand it letting his skin turn red.
He'd imagined it all, he'd fallen asleep standing up, sleeping walking, anything. He hadn't just had Steve in his arms only to lose him again.
He hadn't sentenced Steve to forever in a dark, lonely, icy hell.
When Tony emerged from the shower, he happened to glance at himself in the mirror. His lips were cracked and bleeding worse than they had when in a much happier time, they Avengers had gone to a ski-resort for a holiday and Tony had spent the day in the snow with Steve.
Tony leaned against the sink, pretended he wasn't crying, and wished for the cold back.
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Steve/Tony
Warnings: minor spoilers through Thor #11.
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toriolees (bless her and her very fast beta reading)A/N: Last minute Halloween fic. Con-crit is very welcome. And yes, I know it sounds like the title to a Due South fic.
Tony was ignoring at least a dozen screaming voice mails, phone calls, and emails from various media types that thought he'd something to do with the brief media silence. Part of him wished he had, it would have been a fitting tribute to Steve.
Never mind that those moments of silence from all the newsfeeds had been like bliss.
But Tony wasn't thinking about that right now, or anything else but figure standing only a few feet from him.
Tony didn't want to believe in the figure standing in his bedroom. The blue-cloaked figure could be anyone, anything. It could be illusion; it could be a figment of his imagination. It could be anything but Steve.
"Tony." It was Steve's voice but it sounded far away and as if it was coming from underwater. Tony could catch glimpses of Steve's face, almost luminous. A strange blue glow surrounded him, making Tony want to look away. It made his eyes hurt and water.
"Go away." Tony whispered. "You're not real." His teeth chattered and he couldn't understand why he was suddenly so cold.
"Tony," Steve repeated drawing closer. "I'm not sure how long I can stay. Please, don't shut me out."
Tony shook his head and closed his eyes. A touch like ice touched his shoulder and his eyes jerked open. Steve's fingers traced up his bare shoulder, up his neck and allong his jaw. It was like having an ice cube dragged across his skin without the wetness. "Why is your skin so cold?"
The cloak shrouding Steve seemed to disappear. "It's cold where I am," he said sadly. "Cold and dark. It's lonely."
Tony throat closed up and he tentatively place his hand over the ice-cold one cupping his face. "I thought you'd be happy there. No one could harm you anymore there, you'd have peace."
"I miss you," Steve whispered. His breath was a winter breeze against Tony's face and his lips when they met Tony's almost hurt.
Tony gasped but didn't pull away. The kiss was too familiar, too much Steve, and if this was him losing his mind then he'd take the bitter cold that came with it. So long as he had Steve again. He touched Steve as he opened his mouth, welcoming Steve's tongue into his warmth. Tony's hands glided over the cold stiff uniform, his mind noted how brittle Steve's clothing had been when they'd found him frozen in ice so many years ago.
Steve groaned into the kiss and pressed Tony back onto the bed. "You're so -- hot. Your skin feels like it's on fire." He groaned again as Tony pressed an opened-mouthed kiss to his throat.
Under the heat of Tony's hands, the leather and chainmail seemed to melt away leaving him with nothing but acres of frost skin to touch. Steve gasped his name as Tony cupped his ass, pulling closer, then Tony groaned half in pleasure, half in pain as Steve's body pressed against his.
"I don't have much time," Steve's voice sound even further away. His hands were almost rough as he tugged away Tony's boxer-briefs, but Tony felt as if he'd been numbed to pain. Steve was touching him so it couldn't be anything but good no matter how it hurt. "Thor woke me, maybe hours ago, maybe minutes. I just know that….Tony…" Steve kissed him again, covering Tony with his body.
His cock was hard, cold, and leaking against Tony's thigh. "Fuck me." Tony growled into Steve's mouth. He spread his legs for it and rubbed shamelessly against Steve's body. His teeth were chattering and his cock harder than it had been in so long.
"I could hurt you," Steve whispered before kissing him again. Tony's lips cracked and bled under his. "I am hurting you."
Tony wrapped his hand around Steve fisting him. "I don't care." He sucked at the juncture between Steve's throat and shoulder and when he lifted his mouth again was pleased to see almost a healthy pink before the blue over took it. "You always did look good in blue."
"Tony," Steve whispered brokenly. Tony stroked him again, and Tony could almost feel him give in. "Is the lube still…?"
"Right where you left it," Tony told him.
Steve reached across to the drawer, and Tony was slightly amused in the part of his brain that could still think that his uniform melted away like ice but Steve had to reach for the lube. Tony took advantage of the stretch to run his tongue over one of Steve's nipples, and relished how Steve jerked against him.
Then Steve was back over him, kissing him fiercely and Tony simply kissed back with all he was worth. His lips were numb and so was his shoulder where Steve held him down, but he didn't care. He watched as Steve slicked up his fingers, then pressed two into Tony's body.
Tony gasped; his body warring between pulling away and pushing towards those intruders. "More."
Steve shook his head, slowly working fingers in and out, stretching Tony's body to take him. By the time Steve added a third finger, the first two felt almost room temperature and Tony didn't really care. He pressed back against those fingers, trying to make Steve move faster, whimpering every time Steve touched his prostate.
Finally, Tony grabbed Steve's wrists. He took a deep breath and forced the words out. "You–you said we didn't have much time. I'm ready, please."
"You sure you want this?" Steve whispered settling between Tony's legs.
Tony reached up to brush back the blonde-blue hair and nodded. Steve thrust in, knocking the breath from Tony's lungs. He fell back against the bed with a cry.
There wasn't any way to properly categorize or describe it. It was like nothing else Tony had ever known, and if it the cold that seeped from Steve into Tony's bones hurt with Steve so deep inside him -- Tony's mind couldn't compute it.
Extremis seemed blissfully quiet.
"I could burn up inside of you," Steve panted, pushing harder into Tony. He pushed Tony's legs back to his chest, allowing Steve to thrust deeper.
Tony moaned and arched into everything thrust and every touch. He sucked on Steve's tongue when they kissed.
When Tony came, it seemed to come out of nowhere, leaving him gasping and sobbing, the warmth spreading between them almost too hot to Tony skin that was so used to Steve's icy touch. "I love you." Tony sobbed pressing his face into Steve's shoulder, still shuddering.
Steve's head jerked back, his body jerking against Tony's as he came. It felt like ice water pushing into Tony and all he could do was gasp and cling to Steve.
When Steve pulled away, withdrawing from Tony's body, Tony almost expected him to disappear. Instead, he lay on his side, his uniform returning as if it had never been gone.
Tony's teeth were chattering and Steve dropped a kiss to his forehead. "I love you too, you know."
Tony shook his head. "Sharon Carter."
Steve looked confused and maybe a bit hurt. "What does she have to do with us? I ended things with her a long time ago."
"She was pregnant with your child. She said that you two had a -- tryst -- during the fighting." Tony told him, staring at the ceiling. He was pulling up every source he could with Extremis about ghosts, barely focusing on any of the other feeds that should have been his top priority.
"It isn't mine, Tony. I still loved you too much and I respected Sharon too much. Whomever Sharon slept with that night, whoever's child she's carrying, it isn't mine." Steve whispered, running a hand over Tony's hair. Tony could barely feel the touch. "I think I have to go now."
Tony jerked towards him, trying to grab him but his hands passed straight through him. "No, please. No."
Steve rose from the bed, the cloak back around his shoulders. "I miss you every moment, Tony."
Tony head ached as he opened more links trying to find something anything that was supposed to bind sprits, something that would keep Steve from leaving him. Never mind that Tony didn't believe in such things, or that part of his mind kept whispering that this was all a product of stress and lack of sleep. That Tony was simply having a nervous breakdown.
Steve drew the hood over his head, and all Tony could do was watch as he disappeared.
He stood in the middle of the room half dazed staring at where Steve had been, his teeth chattering. Feeling number than he had when Steve had touched him, Tony dragged himself into the bathroom. He ran the water hotter than he could stand it letting his skin turn red.
He'd imagined it all, he'd fallen asleep standing up, sleeping walking, anything. He hadn't just had Steve in his arms only to lose him again.
He hadn't sentenced Steve to forever in a dark, lonely, icy hell.
When Tony emerged from the shower, he happened to glance at himself in the mirror. His lips were cracked and bleeding worse than they had when in a much happier time, they Avengers had gone to a ski-resort for a holiday and Tony had spent the day in the snow with Steve.
Tony leaned against the sink, pretended he wasn't crying, and wished for the cold back.
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wow, that was a really cool story (pun intended^^)
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Thanks. ^_^
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*wail*
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Sorry for making your cry.
Hypothermia never felt so good! :D
Nice dovetailing of canon (Steve dredged to the earth's firmament, speaks to Thor... of course he's going to drop in on Tony and say, "mah boy!" (well, in the way I write it, anyway :D).
Wow, ghost sex, and the fact that Tony is talking and dredging up info about ghosts at the same time... of course Tony would. *Offers Tony hot tea - without the whisky*
You have a typo
"I miss you ever moment, Tony." ever should be every
Re: Hypothermia never felt so good! :D
No I don't have a more wide reaching plot. Really. Shut up brain.Glad the rest of it worked. There original was a coda about Maria Hill getting a message to track down Namor, but I decided against it.
Thanks for pointing out the mistake.
Oh no, I know you aren't dissing Sharon
Maria Hill - I do like her. She's a hard ass, no lie, but it's nice to know that she's immune to Stark's charms (afaik anyway).
No hating, I have big love for this story. It could have been real gimmicky, but you obeyed your better instincts and took the best route.
I enjoyed it. Really. Thanks for writing it.
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And also? The freezing!ghost!sex - it was really well done. For such an unusual concept, you worked it really well.
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The fact that Steve's touch actually hurts and Tony still leans into it -- kljgsf. This is very powerful. Exactly what I wanted to read after that comic, and that last sentence is seriously a punch to the gut. Awesome job.
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<333 Thanks. It was fantastically well done.
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Steve going to see Tony in the last seconds that he could after Thor summoned him-- it was just so sad and haunting and good.
and even though all steve brings him is physical pain, the mental pleasure of having Steve in his arms is more then worth it to Tony ;__;
and then he says he loves him! and that he misses him every moment and .... oh kiji you're so cruel! <3
and they're both in an icy hell
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And of course the Steve/Tony sex. :D