Happy Holidays, valtyr!

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Title: Below the Belt
Author: cookinguptales
Betas: tlantchi, soapcat
Series: 616
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Cussing, porn, cussing during porn. Etc.!
A/N: Written for valtyr's prompt "Established relationship fic; Tony gets captured by villains, and either through accidental injury or villainous design, gets amnesia. His captors convince him he's a villain, too, and their comrade, and he believes them. He then double-crosses them, takes over the villainous operation and runs it with great efficiency. The Avengers are trying to retrieve him without causing a huge public fuss, as it's really embarrassing; they discover Villain Tony has a taste for attractive blond guys. I think you see where this is going." I don't think this is exactly what you were asking for, but I hope you still love it! Happy holidays!
Summary: Every organization has team trust-building exercises. Even terrorists.



FROM: CAPTAIN AMERICA
TO: DIRECTOR NICK FURY, SHIELD
RECON REPORT


Your plan checked out. I've managed to infiltrate A.I.M.'s regional base under the guise of a bodyguard for the new Scientist Supreme. Our fears were confirmed; it's Tony. He doesn't seem to remember who he is. A.I.M. seems to have told him that he was hurt in a recent lab accident. I can't confirm whether he believes them or not yet, or what exactly he's planning as new head of A.I.M., but he's as talkative as ever. He has to say something about it eventually...


***

Steve was relatively sure that Tony Stark usually didn't sleep with his employees. Of course, Tony Stark usually didn't head terrorist organizations, either, so this had been sort of an odd Tuesday anyway.

It wasn't that he minded Tony pushing him up against his desk, slow kisses burning away all rational thought; it wasn't as if they'd never done this before, even if Tony didn't remember it. It was just that it was such a strange idea, Tony taking advantage of his position like this, and it served as one more reminder that this was not his Tony, not really.

It was only that sobering thought that let Steve keep his wits about him at all as Tony laid ruthless claim to his mouth. He slid his hands up Tony's thighs, pushing past the white lab coat to settle firmly at Tony's hips, murmuring something inarticulate into the kiss as his fingers grasped warm leather. Standard supervillain garb, he figured. It had been strange at first to see Tony gallivanting around in an outfit befitting A.I.M.'s typical poor sartorial choices, but...he had to admit that he liked it.

Steve barely felt the smirk against his lips before Tony pulled away slightly to press increasingly open-mouthed kisses across his jaw and down his neck. He paused in his assault to suck briefly at a collarbone, and when he nipped lightly at the reddened skin, Steve sucked in a startled breath which he could only let out in a tremulous moan as Tony's hands drifted southwards.

Yes, they had done this before, but never like this--Tony had never gone after him with such quick, unwavering intensity. There was nothing slow or gentle in his movements as he pressed Steve more firmly up against the desk, a leather-clad leg stepping smoothly between Steve's, and Steve could barely get enough breath together to stay upright.

A sound came from his throat, low and involuntary, when Tony's hand trailed down to stroke at his waistband then lower, palming the growing bulge in Steve's pants. "Tony." Tony hummed and gave him a soft squeeze before snapping his fly open with one hand and sliding inside. "Tony."

Tony huffed a soft laugh against his neck before placing a kiss against the soft skin below his ear. "So, gorgeous," he purred, giving Steve one well-timed stroke, "Who exactly are you working for?"

Warning bells went off dimly in the back of Steve's mind, or maybe that was just the ringing in his ears as Tony kept up those smooth, even strokes. "I--what?" he managed, doing his very best to keep his hips still as he tried to sort out what Tony had just said.

"You're working for someone," Tony repeated, his voice light, breaking his rhythm just enough to swipe his thumb against the tip, slicking the precum he found there up and down Steve's length to ease the friction. "You've been sending out messages. Who's receiving them?"

Steve's breath stuttered to a stop as he put together what Tony was asking him. Tony tsked softly at him and let his fingers tighten, prompting Steve to resume breathing sharply, and shook his head. "You didn't think I wouldn't notice, did you? Sneaking off, slipping messages to agents far too competent to work for me...it was pretty obvious, Steve." He licked another stripe up Steve's neck and blew on it, eyebrows raising in amusement when a deep shudder went through him. "So now the real question is, who is it you're working for?"

Steve turned his head to blink at Tony hazily, who gave him an even look in return. He was--well, he was caught, obviously, in more ways than one. Silently, Steve cursed himself a fool and tried to pull himself together, no easy task with those long, skilled fingers wrapped around his cock. There had been a delicate balance of flirtation between the two of them as soon as he'd shown up at the A.I.M. base, Steve trying to get and keep Tony's attention and Tony being...Tony. Steve had assumed that he was still in control of the situation, but obviously he'd underestimated Tony. And Tony, for his part--Tony didn't seem angry or anything. His questions had been easy and calm, maybe a little curious, and his eyes still sparkled with amusement and...challenge? With a jolt, Steve realized that this was just one more level in their game, and Tony had just upped the ante. Tony's grin turned wicked when he recognized the understanding in Steve's expression, and Steve couldn't help but moan.

Tony released Steve's cock in favor of his shirt, knotting one hand in the collar to bring Steve down to kiss him once more, the other hand slipping through short hair to anchor Steve's lips to his own. Tony sucked lazily on Steve's tongue for a few long moments before pulling back. "So?"

"So..." Steve began, forcing himself to drag his gaze from Tony's lips back to his eyes. Who would Tony believe Steve was working for? As far as he'd heard, in-fighting was rampant in A.I.M., but perhaps Tony hadn't been around long enough to make enemies. That left HYDRA and SHIELD, and of the two, SHIELD was a lot harder to disprove. He swallowed hard. "SHIELD." The best lies, he'd learned, were the ones with a kernel of truth.

"Fury, huh?" Tony asked, drawing back slightly. "What does that old buzzard want with me?" he asked, almost to himself, a frown creasing his face.

Steve suddenly, deeply, wanted to erase that look from his face. "I don't know," he replied, sliding his hands down to grip Tony's ass. "You tell me."

Tony's eyes widened for a split second before they narrowed once again and he rocked his hips forward into Steve's, smirking at the helpless noise Steve made in return. "Well, it could just be my genius mind and dashing good looks, but Fury's always seemed like a man of greater ambition to me," he remarked.

"Maybe--" Steve gasped as Tony continued the gentle, rocking pressure. How on earth could Tony still speak in complete sentences? Steve wondered muzzily. "Maybe he just wants to keep--keep tabs on the new Scientist Supreme. He doesn't know anything about you, and you know--you know how he is about knowing things--Tony..."

Tony paused, looking at Steve consideringly. "I think," he said deliberately, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of Steve's pants, "That you know more than you're letting on." Then he sank to his knees, bringing Steve's pants and briefs down with him in one smooth motion.

Steve gasped as cold air closed in on his skin and braced himself against the workdesk. "Tony, I--"

Tony watched him stutter for a moment before cutting him off with a strong hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He jacked him slowly, eyeing the swiftly stiffening flesh with appreciation. "You're an excellent specimen, Steve," Tony pointed out. He licked a long line up Steve's cock to illustrate this point. "You're strong, smart, and for the most part, sneaky. Fury wouldn't waste you on a simple recon mission, would he?"

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but Tony chose that moment, with a devilish smirk, to wrap his lips around his dick. After that, it was all Steve could do to shake his head. Or maybe he nodded. He couldn't really remember the question.

Tony bobbed his head once or twice, taking a truly impressive amount each time before twisting off of Steve's cock with a wet sound. He licked his lips contemplatively. "And if this wasn't a simple recon mission, and if you aren't a simple reconnaissance agent, then you probably know what's actually going on here." He bowed his head again, mouth close enough that Steve could feel his breath wafting against his skin. Steve surprised even himself with the soft keen that escaped him. Tony waited there a moment longer. "Going to tell me what that is?"

It took several seconds for Steve to even remember what the mission was, much less how much of it he could tell Tony. Which was, coincidentally, much less than what Tony already knew. “No, I--” He swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut, shook his head.

Tony raised one eyebrow. "Oh really?" he asked, then blew gently against the slick flesh.

Steve's breath left him on a ragged sob. Like he could ever deny Tony anything anyway. "You--you're not who you think you are." Tony's other eyebrow joined the first. "You're not one of the bad guys."

"I don't know about that," Tony said, bringing up his free hand to knead at Steve's balls. "I don't think good guys do things like this."

Steve shook his head a little desperately, fingers clutching at the edge of the desk like his life depended on it. "No, you--god--Tony, you've always been a good man. You--fuck, Tony."

The edge of Tony's mouth quirked up. "No, go on," he said, pressing one finger up behind Steve's balls as he dropped his head to swallow him down again.

Steve groaned low in his throat. As far as incentives went, this was a pretty spectacular one. "Tony, I... You. You are one of the good guys. You're smart and funny and kind and--" Steve's breath hitched as Tony increased his speed, but Steve was on a roll now, babbling so that he barely knew what he was saying anymore. "Generous. You would--shit--you'd give anything to save people. You're one of the good guys," he repeated, "Fury just--Fury wants you on our side."

Tony hummed around Steve's cock for a moment, prompting another surprised cry, before pulling off and looking up at Steve face, searching. For what, Steve didn't know, but he did his best to meet Tony's gaze, fighting to keep his eyes open even when the sweat dripping off his forehead began to sting. Finally, Tony smiled. It was one of his smiles-for-show, a lopsided grin that didn't quite meet his eyes. It made Steve's stomach twist, the way those smiles always did. "Hate to say it, Steve, but I think your fearless leader might finally be going senile," Tony announced with a smirk. Then, with no further discussion, he pushed a hand against Steve's hip. "Turn around."

Steve found himself turning before he could even think about it, his body still responding to Tony's commands the way it always had, even if his mind wasn't quite on board yet. As soon as his back was turned, he felt skilled fingers trail down his spine, then pluck at the hem of his shirt.

"Take this off."

Steve shuddered and complied, shrugging off the shirt and letting it drop to the floor. Even in a place as sterile and unfamiliar as the A.I.M. base, his body was warmed by that tone in that voice. No sooner had he done so than Tony's fingers made their way down the same path along his spine, but this time infinitely better, skin on skin. Tony's hand continued down further, past the hollow of his back, past the swell of his ass to--Steve let out a shaky breath and leaned forward against the desk.

The soft pressure left his skin for a few moments and Steve heard a clatter behind him. The pressure returned, slick this time, and Steve tried hard not to think about why Tony had lube lying around in his lab. Instead, he focused on the uncharacteristically gentle probing, one finger, then two. Eventually, Tony was twisting three fingers inside him, curling and crooking by turn, and Steve was--was just a mess on the desk, writhing and gasping and moaning at each movement.

Steve bucked back against Tony's fingers needily, very much aware of the toturously slow pace the other man had set. "Tony, come on, Tony--" he murmured, words barely distinguishable.

Tony seemed to understand him anyway. "Be patient, Steve. Just one more question," he said, pulling his fingers out of Steve despite his plaintive cry.

Steve willed his body to still, waiting for the other shoe to drop. If he knew Tony (and he was relatively sure that he still did), this would be the big one.

Tony pressed his body up against Steve's, laying a kiss against his shoulder, surprisingly tender. He slid in, slow and steady, the measured stroke making Steve's knees go weak. Once Tony's hips bumped Steve's ass, he paused, shaking with the strain. "You've been with me for how long, two weeks?" he asked, letting his head rest between Steve's shoulders.

Steve nodded a little desperately. Surely that couldn't be his question?

Tony thrust forward shallowly, just barely teasing. "And you've saved my life maybe three times already?"

Steve started to nod, then shook his head. "Five. Two of your--two men here were working for oth--other factions," he stuttered out, grabbing what remained of his concentration as he tried to remember.

Tony nodded to himself once as if confirming something, then began to thrust again, starting a slow rhythm. "Why? You aren't really being hired to protect me, are you?"

Steve blinked in surprise, then bucked his hips back against Tony's, startling a long groan out of him. He hadn't expected the question to be that simple, or that familiar. "I could--god--I could never let you get hurt, Tony, not when I could stop it," he hissed out. "You're--" He hesitated, unsure of how much to give. "You're important to me."

Their rhythm broke for just a moment as Tony's thrusts staggered, but he recovered almost as soon as he'd slowed down. For almost a full minute, the only sound was Steve's sobbing breaths as each measured stroke hit home. When Tony finally spoke, his tone was rueful. "Now I know you're lying to me."

Steve scrabbled one of his hands backwards until he found one of Tony's, and pulled him forward so he could feel Tony's chest against his back. This wasn't an argument he'd ever been good at winning even when Tony was in his right mind--he wasn't even going to try now.

Tony let out a small, broken sound at the gesture and sped up his thrusts, his rhythm becoming desperate. He started to detangle their hands in order to reach around to grasp Steve, to stroke him to the edge along with him, but Steve was ready for him, already knew the signs of Tony's impending orgasm. He shifted his weight so he could bring their joined hands down to his cock, wrapping them both around it, pulling once, twice, and then--

When Steve came back to himself, Tony was trembling at the effort from holding back. Steve spared only a moment to wonder at the fact that he'd even bothered before giving Tony's hand a slick squeeze. Tony choked and lurched forward, thrusts beginning to come wildly as he finally lost control. Words spilled out of him, mumbled so softly that Steve could barely hear them, but sounding so lost that he couldn't help but try. "Steve--I...you--Steve, you feel, you, why do you feel so--" Whatever Tony was about to say was cut off by a hoarse groan as Tony came hard.

Steve didn't move, letting Tony flop down limply on his back without complaint. He waited for a few minutes, knowing perfectly well how badly Tony's brain worked right after sex. Then, quietly, "Tony?"

Tony was quiet for a moment, and Steve was beginning to think that he wasn't going to answer him when Tony groaned deeply and pulled himself up and off of Steve, rolling his shoulders in the vain hope that he wouldn't ache in the morning. "I don't know about you, but I don't think this lab isn't exactly the best place for an afterglow. Those idiots down in R&D may be useless, but they did manage to scare me up a pretty nice bed. Would you like to see?" he asked, extending a hand to Steve.

After a moment, Steve took it. "Tony, I--"

Tony waved off whatever was coming. "Steve, don't worry about it. What's a little bit of espionage between friends?"

Second A/N to recipient: When I was putting this fic together, I made a few false starts. One of them spiraled off into a completely different fic! Would you mind terribly if I stole your prompt for one more fic? I'd be sure to credit you for your idea. :)"