cap_ironman | Fanfic: Chalybeate

Title: Chalybeate

Rating: NC-17

Characters: Steve Rogers, Iron Man

Summary: Steve's needs are unsatisfied.

They would be so ashamed of him right now, wouldn't they?

His parents, Bucky, Nick Fury, the Avengers, his Friends, Tony... Tony probably the most.

Captain America, though only Steven Rogers in civil clothes, is lying on his bed and stares at the ceiling, half expecting it to suddenly open and all of the world's disappointment come crushing down on him.

Steve, how can you – Steve, you of all people – I know you're just human Cap, but – Oh no, Steve..

He feels bad for disappointing them, letting them down, even if they (hopefully) will never learn about it; he feels bad for being a man of flesh and blood, for slipping a hand beneath his waistband, touching himself, thinking about doing it with him again.

It's bad enough to have a thing for a common warrior, thinking about him or her in inappropriate ways, wishing to touch and feel and make love to them, dominate them, order them round; but to want to have them command him, conquer them, own him in and out!

Steve closes his eyes, wrapping his hand round his disappointingly familiar dick, slowly pushing the skin forth and back, whilst dreaming of cold steel hands touching him, metallic fingers softly brushing his glans. It would be an intense new sensation, he's sure of this, to feel the armor on his naked skin, smooth and cool pressing him into the mattress, dominating him, ruling him.

The thought of cool gold and red stroking his length is a lot more appealing than his own boring flesh hand; the mere thought of his nipples brushing against an adamant chest plate is enough to erect them, even if it's only the sheet on top of him rubbing against them.

He spreads his legs further, bending his knees, trying to imagine he's giving him better access, wantonly presenting his most vulnerable parts, longing to be taken by someone more powerful, to be claimed; his shorts protest against being abused in this way, threatening to tear. If he were in bed with him, he'd be naked of course, maybe his clothes having been ripped of in an earlier fight...

Moaning softly, he slides a spit-moistened finger into himself, thinking of colder, blunter, thicker fingers doing so, the ringed metal creating the most marvelous sparks of lust as they invade his body. One, two, three fingers, but his own are too warm, too fleshy, too human to make this work, it's almost an turn-off to touch himself in this manner, so disgustingly fleshy.

Steve groans, wishing he wouldn't have to be afraid anybody walking on to him each time he wanked off, for if he didn't have to be dead afraid to have Peter or Carol or Tony drop by, he could go ahead and use whatever pleased him as a substitute for what he wasn't ever going to have; but he couldn't risk being seen shoving an iron pipe up his butt, he'd shatter too many beliefs and hopes if anybody caught him.

So he only continue dreaming of being spread by iron fingers, pretending to press his feverish face against a cool mask if it was only in pillow in reality, and believe into being fucked by a iron sheeted penis, feeling like a corrugated tube moving inside of him, hammering into him with superhuman strength.

Frustrated he fisted himself, angry for not being allowed to have what he needed so much, his own finger being not enough to make him feel good; he came into his shorts with a stifled groan, disgusted by the stickiness he produced, immediately getting up to wash his hands.

He didn't feel any better as he lay down on his bed again, sullenly staring at the ceiling again.

In his dream, Iron Man would remove his mask after catching his breath, and lay down by his side, facing him him a subtle smile on his face; they'd kiss and lie in each others arms until they fell asleep, content and sated, knowing the respective other would still be there why they awoke hours later.

Steve lay awake for a long time, not wanting to close his eyes and go to sleep.

At times it really sucked to be morally obliged.

A/N: Like it? Will write any sort of slash for art ;)

Fanfic: Chalybeate

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