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Title: We Have Nothing to Fear
Author:angel_inoshi
Beta: Me, myself and I?
Universe: I tried to make it MA with a spice of 616…but somehow it sort of became an odd mash-up of the two.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Fear Itself has come and passed in the MA Universe. So, everything is all right now – right?
Warnings: Graphic sexual acts. SPOILERS (sort of but not really) This takes place in the Marvel Adventures universe, but references some of the 616!Fear Itself event…but not really.
Bronxton, Oklahoma
Steve breathed a steady sigh as he leaned heavily against the remnants of charred metal and crumbled debris. The smell of smoke, blood and dirt permeated his senses, clinging to his nose with a bitter tang, while the taste of ash made his mouth dry. It was hard to fathom that even less than three hours ago, he stood atop a ridge surrounded by a few brave civilians ready to face a secret Asgardian fear god, called the “Serpent”, and his avatars of destruction, armed with only a handful of firearms. The weight of the Ururu enchanted broad sword hung heavily from his belt, humming with a low rumble in a telling tale as his eyes surveyed the aftermath of battle. They had won. Against all odds the Avengers stood victorious, but not unscathed.
It felt surreal; if Steve was being honest with himself. Of all the villains, monsters, aliens and whatever else one could possibly imagine he ever faced – this particular situation…this was one of the few times in his life where he felt – was it afraid? Hopeless? Resigned? Even now he had a hard time defining that dark emotion that had eaten at the pit of his stomach. Steve gave his head a quick shake to clear his mind. Enough of that, he thought sternly. There was still so much that needed to be done.
A rustle to his right informed him of a presence, but he didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. His eyes slid shut at the familiar clang of metal scuffling along rock and gravel, echoing his own feelings of weariness. Tony stood beside him in silence, watching as a few glowing embers floated from dying fires and danced across their vision before blinking out of existence. The ground had been scorched by thunder, a testament of Thor’s rage. In the end, he had battled the Serpent alone, while the rest of the team had held off the Worthy with their own mystical weapons Tony had forged with Svartalfhiem dwarves.
Neither spoke, letting the silence stretch for several lengths, both just wanting to dwell within their own thoughts, but yet not be completely alone. As Avengers, they have seen many things – strange and wondrous – heartbreaking and frustrating. There were days when Doom threatened the city wanting to conquer the world (of course), or when MODOK transformed them into his likeness, or even when they saved the world from Galactus by playing a baseball game. Then there were days of downtime, when some team members could go to a country fair and chase a pig! Or perhaps indulge in more intimate moments – a game of basketball at the gym, lunch in the park…a soft kiss. Steve’s hand twitched at his side before brushing slightly against Tony’s gauntlet.
This on the other hand, this had been something darker…far darker than anything any of them had ever encountered – like it came from a parallel universe. The risk of being a superhero was not unknown, nor was it always something that was bathed in glory and adventure. But, just like in tales of old – the darkest hour before the dawn – the Avengers fought together as a team. United, they gathered their courage and faced their fears head on. Then suddenly a shift happened – they weren’t alone. The armies of Asgard (along with other parts of the nine realms) stood proud and tall ready to fight, banners waving in the wind. The Serpent and his followers staggered, the fuel of fear that had previously fed their power slowly diminished as the people of earth witnessed their heroes (courtesy in large part to the internet) and cheered them on. It was at that moment that Steve felt as though things would work out in the end, and for the most part it had.
Thor had been injured, and there was a moment the Avengers honestly thought they might lose him. That was until Storm gave him a small kiss and threatened to cancel their date on Friday. Honestly, Steve never saw a man sit up quite that fast.
He took a deep breath and allowed his gaze to shift to Tony. The other man didn’t move from his stance, his Ururu laced armor glowing with an eerie, other-worldly color. For the first time since he saw Tony flying to the rescue with the blessed weapons from Odin, Steve allowed himself to study the man. For some odd reason, he reminded him of a sea urchin – an unhappy little sea urchin at that. Only belatedly did Steve realize he must have uttered his thoughts out loud when Tony turned sharply towards him; his head tilted to the side in an indignant huff.
“A sea-urchin…really, Steve?” Tony questioned as the faceplate of the armor lifted away.
“Sorry,” Steve offered lightly, still examining the contours of Tony’s armor. “I think I like the original better.”
“Well, yes. The armor is a thing of beauty after all. There is no accounting for Odin’s taste,” Tony motioned a hand over himself to indicate the glowing lines and spiked accents. “Red and gold with a sleek, aerodynamic form is downright sexy. Once this is all over I’m purging the mystic metal out of the suit. It messes with my systems, so I’ll be back to my normal self in no time. Though,” Tony’s eyes flicked over Cap’s own form, “I’m not the only one who looks like an extra from Tron.”
Steve briefly glanced down at his own uniform, humming his acknowledgement. The base of his outfit had turned into a darker blue, almost black, leather-like material with a soft sheen to it. The traditional scale mail had become more pronounced. Its sharpened tips were edged with the soft glow of magic, and few strips of light traced his form in simple patterns. But really, for the most part, he was left unchanged – certainly nothing as dramatic as the armor. His thoughts were broken when Tony’s laughter caught him off guard.
“What?” He raised an eyebrow in question.
“Nothing, it’s just…” Tony trailed off as he slightly bit his lip, “it is kind of kinky, isn’t it?” The slight tug at the corner of his lips hinted at the emerging smirk.
Steve slowly blinked then furrowed his brow in confusion, but Tony continued.
“Well, I mean just look at us. You in tight leather – me covered in spikes – it’s like a BDSM porno…but with more collateral damage and not as much fun.”
He stared stupidly at Tony, not even sure what to make of the actual comment.
“On the other hand, now that I think about it,” Tony’s face wrinkled in slight disgust, “this is because of Odin’s enchantment, and the thought of him and bondage in the same sentence is really kind of…”
“Tony!” Steve barked in a muffled cry as he placed a hand over his face. A deep blush of mortification crossed his cheeks. “Not something I want to think about – ever.” He raised his head and turned once more to look at all the work that needed to be done. “Come on, we need to help with -”
“Steve…” He was cut off by Tony’s tentative touch against his hand.
It was a simple gesture, but one that spoke volumes to him as he stared into dark blue eyes. Again Steve was reminded how much of a close call it was – for all of them. He couldn’t help but give a gentle touch back in response.
“Hey,” his voice was low and touching quickly developed into caresses.
Whether it was the after effects of adrenaline or just the need to be close Steve couldn’t particularly define. Being with Tony in that moment just felt like something they both wanted and needed. He let his hand trail up one of the glowing lines of the armor and towards Tony’s face. He brushed his thumb against those soft lips tempted to tease them by playing with the tip of the soft responsive tongue.
Tony laughed, eyes dancing with mirth and a suggestive smirk placed on his lips. “Not that I wouldn’t mind following up that thought,” he licked his lips letting his eyes wander over Steve, slow and consuming. “But I don’t think we want to touch exhibitionism just yet…still have a whole mess of other things I want to try out first. So, maybe somewhere more private, yes?” He offered out a hand.
Steve chuckled lightly, nodding as he wrapped one arm carefully around Tony’s shoulders as he felt a secure grip around his waist. They assumed their standard flight position, and found themselves aboard the Avenger’s new Quinncarrier making their way to Steve’s quarters. Having this secondary, mobile base was convenient and something Steve had personally pushed for. It was true that the majority of the threats the team faced always seemed to be based in New York, but the idea that the Avengers would have a safe and secure place to stay when they were elsewhere was a great comfort. Besides, as Tony had put it, why should SHIELD get all the cool toys?
His thoughts turned to a more pleasant frame of mind as they walked through the threshold, hands already seeking out the other. With deft fingers he removed the sword from his belt; letting it fall with a deep thud on the floor. The effects were almost instant, his form shifted slightly as the traces of magic faded away. Steve heard Tony’s synthesized groan through the armor before he was pushed against the opposite wall.
“Much better,” Tony murmured, keeping the armor’s faceplate down. “Used to have all sorts of fantasies about you in it, giving me orders as Captain America – still do actually.” Tony rubbed his armored knee between Steve’s thighs, practically lifting him up against the wall in the process. “Or maybe…considering the situation, you want me to give the orders?” he hinted with amusement at his earlier joke.
Steve bit back a laugh/groan and placed his hands (mindful of the pointy bits) on Tony’s shoulders, grinding downwards against the armored thigh. “Oh, you think you can follow through, soldier?” he questioned with an authoritative voice. Tony’s breathe hitched before the helmet dissolved away (a benefit of storing the armor in your own bones he supposed).
“I think I can manage, Sir,” Tony hissed and proceeded to smash their mouths together.
The kiss was hot, slick and a little bit desperate. Steve ran his gloved fingers through Tony’s hair before fisting them and tugging at the dark strands in order to expose the column of Tony’s neck. He peppered small kisses against the smooth skin, feeling the slight bristle of Tony’s goatee against his nose, smelling the sharp scent of metal and spice. A deep groan sounded in his ear before a gentle demanding heat nipped at the lobe.
“Tony…” Steve’s voice strained a little, betraying his utter neediness.
“Come here, Captain,” Tony took a step back letting Steve drop onto unsteady feet, “on the bed, sit up nice and straight.”
Apparently, Tony was making good on his promise, so Steve quickly scrambled into position. Tony wasted no time and was kneeling at the foot of the bed between Steve’s thighs. With a steady hand, he traced the silver metal of Steve’s belt buckle with a slow stroke and then downwards against Steve’s straining bulge. A soft clicking noise sounded in the room as armored fingers unhooked the belt and slowly dragged the zipper of Steve’s pants down. There was a delighted hum from Tony as Steve’s erection sprung free.
“I always knew you went commando,” Tony grinned before leaning forward to huff his breath over the tender skin. “The thought of you nice and sweaty when you fight,” Tony let the cool tips of the gauntlet reach under Steve’s shirt to play with his nipple and appreciated the sharp hiss. “You give me a hard on at the most inconvenient of times.”
It was an odd contrast feeling Tony touch him with the armor. Steve’s mind recognized the familiarity of Tony’s caress. The way Tony’s hand would trail against his abdomen and play with the fine tufts of hair that lead towards his cock, or how Tony would pay particular attention to the slit of his head, stringing pre-cum off the tip of his finger by pressing against it then pulling away again and again. Yet, instead of the calloused, warm heat he had was accustomed to – cool smooth metal embraced him, jarring him slightly, but sending his mind reeling.
Steve pushed forward against Tony’s grip, watching in fascination as fingers wrapped gently around the base of Steve’s cock pumping him in long slow strokes, the evidence of his anticipation smearing the shiny surface. Another moan crawled from the depths of his chest, and Tony echoed his agreement by pulling Steve down for another hard kiss. Tongues battled one another, and Steve canted his hips forward with enthusiasm. Suddenly, he pulled back from the kiss with a gasp at the slight feeling of vibration around him. What the hell?
Tony was smirking again, not even once to pause his slow strokes. “New armor, remember? Even before the magical upgrade, this version of the suit pretty much does whatever I want – can be whatever I want,” and as if to emphasize the point Tony’s gauntlet began hum a little louder.
Steve swallowed his cry and leaned a bit further back on the bed, letting his arms brace him upwards. Tony pressed forward, enjoying Steve spread out before him like an offering. Steve felt a tug at his waist as his pants slid further down to further expose him. Tony mouthed at his hip bone, worshiping the juncture of his joint. He wasn’t going to last. Steve gripped the back of Tony’s head, silently urging him on. Sensing his silent plea, Tony obliged and took the tip of Steve’s head into his mouth, the gauntlets now moving to tease at Steve’s ball sack.
“Tony!” Steve shuddered as he delved deep into the wet heat, feeling the soft pliant tongue rub against the underside of his head.
It felt so good – the hallowing of Tony’s cheeks, the sloppy sounds that were made by that tantalizing mouth running over his hard flesh. The slow burn of his pleasure burned in Steve’s stomach and he clenched his eyes feeling the waves build higher and higher.
“That’s it, Captain,” Tony pulled back and was now pumping him reverently – smooth, cool, reverberating sensations echoing through Steve’s very core. “Come for me – all over me! I want to taste you so bad, make you feel so good.”
Steve thrusted once – twice – and then he was cumming all over Tony’s face and arc reactor. He let out a guttural groan and felt Tony lapping him up. The sparks that danced behind his lids continued for a few moments, letting him bathe in the afterglow.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Tony breathed in Steve’s scent nuzzling his spent groin before licking his lips.
Steve cracked open his eyes and gazed at Tony through bleary vision, focusing on the white streaks coating the dark metal. He sat up again bringing Tony up the length of his body and devoured his mouth, tasting himself. Tony whimpered in need and let out a surprised yelp as Steve flipped them over. The way his seed pooled over the armor’s contours sent a renewed flash of heat down Steve’s spine.
“This needs to come off,” growled Steve as he pinned Tony to the bed, “now.”
Tony shuddered and slowly the layers or armor began to dissolve, exposing the sheen of gold of the under armor. Steve breathed in deeply, pushing Tony further up the bed as he kicked off his boots followed by his pants. He reached for the hem of his shirt, but felt Tony’s touch to stop him.
“No, leave it there,” a sigh escaped parted lips as Tony reached forward to worship the star emblazed on Steve’s uniform.
Steve gave a brief nod, letting his fingers wander over Tony’s body, marveling at the warmth of the under armor. It was almost like touching Tony’s bare skin, the material soft and molded – very molded – as it seemed when Steve eyed the outline of Tony’s straining hard on. Steve felt himself slowly harden in response, and he blushed deeply at Tony’s deep chuckle.
“Got to love the serum,” Tony mumbled against Steve’s jaw nuzzling him in affection. “You know, we never tested to see if you had a refectory period.”
The blush spread down Steve’s neck in reply, but he quickly pushed that aside and focus on Tony. He loved how responsive the other man was, so sensitive and open for him. He felt Tony’s hands brush up his arms and they were kissing once more. This was something Steve would never get tired of. He breathed in Tony’s moan as he began to rub his thigh against Tony’s erection.
“So good, Steve,” Tony keened as he rubbed shamelessly over Steve’s thigh.
He kissed Tony’s neck and sucked at his shoulder, noting that the under armor was peeling back wherever he kissed. Delighted, he busied himself with drawing simple patterns over Tony’s body with his lips, reveling in each sound that tore its way from Tony’s throat. He let his fingers skim against those lean thighs, snaking around back in order to squeeze that supple rear. He smiled, feeling Tony’s legs wrap instinctively around his hips, grinding their bodies together.
“Hurry, Steve,” Tony panted, eyes locked on how the tip of their cocks met with slicked desire when the gold armor seeped away.
Hearing those sweet cries, Steve reached over, fumbling towards the bedside table, cursing as he searched for some lube. Tony wasn’t making the job any easier by gyrating his hips, and Steve was pretty sure he was doing it on purpose. Another deep kiss put an end to those ministrations, and he finally found what he was looking for. He let Tony pull down his cowl to run a few fingers through his hair, sighing at the touch.
“God, Tony,” he choked and let his lubed fingers slide between Tony’s legs, marveling at how the under armor disappeared slowly in a teasing fashion.
Preparing Tony was something he’d normally take his time in, but in this case Tony was too strung to tease for long. Pouring a generous amount of lube on his own length, he positioned himself and sunk into Tony with one deep thrust. Enjoying the tight heat, Steve stilled enough for Tony to adjust, basking in the moment of being so close.
“Come on already! Steve, fuck me,” Tony whined pushing back on Steve’s cock with an impatient whisper.
Wordlessly, Steve did as he was told, lifting Tony’s hips in time with his steady rhythm. Tony moaned shamelessly, pushing against Steve with a satisfied smirk, his cock rubbing against the red and white stripes of Steve’s shirt. The image made a shiver run down Steve’s spine, envisioning strands of milky white seed coating his uniform just like he had done to the armor a few minutes prior. Gasping he reached in between them to pleasure Tony, feeling the heavy weight of the hard flesh brush against his palm.
Tony’s legs tightened and Steve felt the quiver of Tony’s body around him. Blue eyes darkened as they gazed back at him in with such heat. Steve thrusted harder, becoming somewhat frantic as Tony nearly flipped them backwards with his own enthusiastic thrust. Then he did. Before Steve even realized what had happened, he was on his back watching Tony ride him, hands braced on Steve’s chest for balance.
The sight was incredible, Tony lost in the intensity of the moment, watching Steve like a starved man. Steve swore he never seen something so beautiful. Reading Tony’s emotions so openly, so unguarded cause him to growl in possessiveness. He lifted his hips off the bed slamming them into Tony, his grip becoming vice-like.
“Shit, Tony, look at you…just look at you.”
Hearing him curse must have tipped his lover off the brink, because soon after Tony was coming hard, taught like a bow string, shooting his release over Steve’s chest. Steve quickly followed, holding the other man against him, pushing up into that blissful heat with each pulse of pleasure, filling Tony as their cries mingling in ecstasy.
After a few moments, when they had collapsed beside each other gasping for breath and the scent of their love making filled the air, they traded lazy kisses. The sweet brush of lips across a temple, against eyelids and over noses echoed their sated state. With a small smile Steve finally tugged off his stained shirt, tossing it the floor as Tony finally absorbed all of the armor. A shower would be good, but maybe after a little nap. He shuffled under the covers with Tony and they settled down for a little while before eventually having to head back out to help with the aftermath. For now though…this was just fine.
Before Steve’s eyes could droop heavily into sleep, he wrapped his arms around Tony and breathed out a chuckle, “Still like the original better...”
Tony grinned, “As I said, thing of beauty and all that – can’t beat the classics, really. But, I do like that other uniform you wear. You know, when you’re trying to be all secret agenty and stuff. What did Jan call it, the Commander Rogers outfit?”
Steve hummed his acknowledgement, “guess we’ll just have to try that again, won’t we?”
“Guess we should.”
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Tony: You realize that was just porn trying to masquerade itself with some plot
Inoshi: I know…[headesk] :-( I fail at anything deeper
Tony: Seriously…Fear Itself in the MA-Universe? How does that even work?
Inoshi: Er…it really didn’t, but that’s what happen when another fandom takes you hostage and refuses to let go. I had to use my disappointment in the event to refocus on the love that is Steve/Tony. XD
Author:
angel_inoshiBeta: Me, myself and I?
Universe: I tried to make it MA with a spice of 616…but somehow it sort of became an odd mash-up of the two.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Fear Itself has come and passed in the MA Universe. So, everything is all right now – right?
Warnings: Graphic sexual acts. SPOILERS (sort of but not really) This takes place in the Marvel Adventures universe, but references some of the 616!Fear Itself event…but not really.
Bronxton, Oklahoma
Steve breathed a steady sigh as he leaned heavily against the remnants of charred metal and crumbled debris. The smell of smoke, blood and dirt permeated his senses, clinging to his nose with a bitter tang, while the taste of ash made his mouth dry. It was hard to fathom that even less than three hours ago, he stood atop a ridge surrounded by a few brave civilians ready to face a secret Asgardian fear god, called the “Serpent”, and his avatars of destruction, armed with only a handful of firearms. The weight of the Ururu enchanted broad sword hung heavily from his belt, humming with a low rumble in a telling tale as his eyes surveyed the aftermath of battle. They had won. Against all odds the Avengers stood victorious, but not unscathed.
It felt surreal; if Steve was being honest with himself. Of all the villains, monsters, aliens and whatever else one could possibly imagine he ever faced – this particular situation…this was one of the few times in his life where he felt – was it afraid? Hopeless? Resigned? Even now he had a hard time defining that dark emotion that had eaten at the pit of his stomach. Steve gave his head a quick shake to clear his mind. Enough of that, he thought sternly. There was still so much that needed to be done.
A rustle to his right informed him of a presence, but he didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. His eyes slid shut at the familiar clang of metal scuffling along rock and gravel, echoing his own feelings of weariness. Tony stood beside him in silence, watching as a few glowing embers floated from dying fires and danced across their vision before blinking out of existence. The ground had been scorched by thunder, a testament of Thor’s rage. In the end, he had battled the Serpent alone, while the rest of the team had held off the Worthy with their own mystical weapons Tony had forged with Svartalfhiem dwarves.
Neither spoke, letting the silence stretch for several lengths, both just wanting to dwell within their own thoughts, but yet not be completely alone. As Avengers, they have seen many things – strange and wondrous – heartbreaking and frustrating. There were days when Doom threatened the city wanting to conquer the world (of course), or when MODOK transformed them into his likeness, or even when they saved the world from Galactus by playing a baseball game. Then there were days of downtime, when some team members could go to a country fair and chase a pig! Or perhaps indulge in more intimate moments – a game of basketball at the gym, lunch in the park…a soft kiss. Steve’s hand twitched at his side before brushing slightly against Tony’s gauntlet.
This on the other hand, this had been something darker…far darker than anything any of them had ever encountered – like it came from a parallel universe. The risk of being a superhero was not unknown, nor was it always something that was bathed in glory and adventure. But, just like in tales of old – the darkest hour before the dawn – the Avengers fought together as a team. United, they gathered their courage and faced their fears head on. Then suddenly a shift happened – they weren’t alone. The armies of Asgard (along with other parts of the nine realms) stood proud and tall ready to fight, banners waving in the wind. The Serpent and his followers staggered, the fuel of fear that had previously fed their power slowly diminished as the people of earth witnessed their heroes (courtesy in large part to the internet) and cheered them on. It was at that moment that Steve felt as though things would work out in the end, and for the most part it had.
Thor had been injured, and there was a moment the Avengers honestly thought they might lose him. That was until Storm gave him a small kiss and threatened to cancel their date on Friday. Honestly, Steve never saw a man sit up quite that fast.
He took a deep breath and allowed his gaze to shift to Tony. The other man didn’t move from his stance, his Ururu laced armor glowing with an eerie, other-worldly color. For the first time since he saw Tony flying to the rescue with the blessed weapons from Odin, Steve allowed himself to study the man. For some odd reason, he reminded him of a sea urchin – an unhappy little sea urchin at that. Only belatedly did Steve realize he must have uttered his thoughts out loud when Tony turned sharply towards him; his head tilted to the side in an indignant huff.
“A sea-urchin…really, Steve?” Tony questioned as the faceplate of the armor lifted away.
“Sorry,” Steve offered lightly, still examining the contours of Tony’s armor. “I think I like the original better.”
“Well, yes. The armor is a thing of beauty after all. There is no accounting for Odin’s taste,” Tony motioned a hand over himself to indicate the glowing lines and spiked accents. “Red and gold with a sleek, aerodynamic form is downright sexy. Once this is all over I’m purging the mystic metal out of the suit. It messes with my systems, so I’ll be back to my normal self in no time. Though,” Tony’s eyes flicked over Cap’s own form, “I’m not the only one who looks like an extra from Tron.”
Steve briefly glanced down at his own uniform, humming his acknowledgement. The base of his outfit had turned into a darker blue, almost black, leather-like material with a soft sheen to it. The traditional scale mail had become more pronounced. Its sharpened tips were edged with the soft glow of magic, and few strips of light traced his form in simple patterns. But really, for the most part, he was left unchanged – certainly nothing as dramatic as the armor. His thoughts were broken when Tony’s laughter caught him off guard.
“What?” He raised an eyebrow in question.
“Nothing, it’s just…” Tony trailed off as he slightly bit his lip, “it is kind of kinky, isn’t it?” The slight tug at the corner of his lips hinted at the emerging smirk.
Steve slowly blinked then furrowed his brow in confusion, but Tony continued.
“Well, I mean just look at us. You in tight leather – me covered in spikes – it’s like a BDSM porno…but with more collateral damage and not as much fun.”
He stared stupidly at Tony, not even sure what to make of the actual comment.
“On the other hand, now that I think about it,” Tony’s face wrinkled in slight disgust, “this is because of Odin’s enchantment, and the thought of him and bondage in the same sentence is really kind of…”
“Tony!” Steve barked in a muffled cry as he placed a hand over his face. A deep blush of mortification crossed his cheeks. “Not something I want to think about – ever.” He raised his head and turned once more to look at all the work that needed to be done. “Come on, we need to help with -”
“Steve…” He was cut off by Tony’s tentative touch against his hand.
It was a simple gesture, but one that spoke volumes to him as he stared into dark blue eyes. Again Steve was reminded how much of a close call it was – for all of them. He couldn’t help but give a gentle touch back in response.
“Hey,” his voice was low and touching quickly developed into caresses.
Whether it was the after effects of adrenaline or just the need to be close Steve couldn’t particularly define. Being with Tony in that moment just felt like something they both wanted and needed. He let his hand trail up one of the glowing lines of the armor and towards Tony’s face. He brushed his thumb against those soft lips tempted to tease them by playing with the tip of the soft responsive tongue.
Tony laughed, eyes dancing with mirth and a suggestive smirk placed on his lips. “Not that I wouldn’t mind following up that thought,” he licked his lips letting his eyes wander over Steve, slow and consuming. “But I don’t think we want to touch exhibitionism just yet…still have a whole mess of other things I want to try out first. So, maybe somewhere more private, yes?” He offered out a hand.
Steve chuckled lightly, nodding as he wrapped one arm carefully around Tony’s shoulders as he felt a secure grip around his waist. They assumed their standard flight position, and found themselves aboard the Avenger’s new Quinncarrier making their way to Steve’s quarters. Having this secondary, mobile base was convenient and something Steve had personally pushed for. It was true that the majority of the threats the team faced always seemed to be based in New York, but the idea that the Avengers would have a safe and secure place to stay when they were elsewhere was a great comfort. Besides, as Tony had put it, why should SHIELD get all the cool toys?
His thoughts turned to a more pleasant frame of mind as they walked through the threshold, hands already seeking out the other. With deft fingers he removed the sword from his belt; letting it fall with a deep thud on the floor. The effects were almost instant, his form shifted slightly as the traces of magic faded away. Steve heard Tony’s synthesized groan through the armor before he was pushed against the opposite wall.
“Much better,” Tony murmured, keeping the armor’s faceplate down. “Used to have all sorts of fantasies about you in it, giving me orders as Captain America – still do actually.” Tony rubbed his armored knee between Steve’s thighs, practically lifting him up against the wall in the process. “Or maybe…considering the situation, you want me to give the orders?” he hinted with amusement at his earlier joke.
Steve bit back a laugh/groan and placed his hands (mindful of the pointy bits) on Tony’s shoulders, grinding downwards against the armored thigh. “Oh, you think you can follow through, soldier?” he questioned with an authoritative voice. Tony’s breathe hitched before the helmet dissolved away (a benefit of storing the armor in your own bones he supposed).
“I think I can manage, Sir,” Tony hissed and proceeded to smash their mouths together.
The kiss was hot, slick and a little bit desperate. Steve ran his gloved fingers through Tony’s hair before fisting them and tugging at the dark strands in order to expose the column of Tony’s neck. He peppered small kisses against the smooth skin, feeling the slight bristle of Tony’s goatee against his nose, smelling the sharp scent of metal and spice. A deep groan sounded in his ear before a gentle demanding heat nipped at the lobe.
“Tony…” Steve’s voice strained a little, betraying his utter neediness.
“Come here, Captain,” Tony took a step back letting Steve drop onto unsteady feet, “on the bed, sit up nice and straight.”
Apparently, Tony was making good on his promise, so Steve quickly scrambled into position. Tony wasted no time and was kneeling at the foot of the bed between Steve’s thighs. With a steady hand, he traced the silver metal of Steve’s belt buckle with a slow stroke and then downwards against Steve’s straining bulge. A soft clicking noise sounded in the room as armored fingers unhooked the belt and slowly dragged the zipper of Steve’s pants down. There was a delighted hum from Tony as Steve’s erection sprung free.
“I always knew you went commando,” Tony grinned before leaning forward to huff his breath over the tender skin. “The thought of you nice and sweaty when you fight,” Tony let the cool tips of the gauntlet reach under Steve’s shirt to play with his nipple and appreciated the sharp hiss. “You give me a hard on at the most inconvenient of times.”
It was an odd contrast feeling Tony touch him with the armor. Steve’s mind recognized the familiarity of Tony’s caress. The way Tony’s hand would trail against his abdomen and play with the fine tufts of hair that lead towards his cock, or how Tony would pay particular attention to the slit of his head, stringing pre-cum off the tip of his finger by pressing against it then pulling away again and again. Yet, instead of the calloused, warm heat he had was accustomed to – cool smooth metal embraced him, jarring him slightly, but sending his mind reeling.
Steve pushed forward against Tony’s grip, watching in fascination as fingers wrapped gently around the base of Steve’s cock pumping him in long slow strokes, the evidence of his anticipation smearing the shiny surface. Another moan crawled from the depths of his chest, and Tony echoed his agreement by pulling Steve down for another hard kiss. Tongues battled one another, and Steve canted his hips forward with enthusiasm. Suddenly, he pulled back from the kiss with a gasp at the slight feeling of vibration around him. What the hell?
Tony was smirking again, not even once to pause his slow strokes. “New armor, remember? Even before the magical upgrade, this version of the suit pretty much does whatever I want – can be whatever I want,” and as if to emphasize the point Tony’s gauntlet began hum a little louder.
Steve swallowed his cry and leaned a bit further back on the bed, letting his arms brace him upwards. Tony pressed forward, enjoying Steve spread out before him like an offering. Steve felt a tug at his waist as his pants slid further down to further expose him. Tony mouthed at his hip bone, worshiping the juncture of his joint. He wasn’t going to last. Steve gripped the back of Tony’s head, silently urging him on. Sensing his silent plea, Tony obliged and took the tip of Steve’s head into his mouth, the gauntlets now moving to tease at Steve’s ball sack.
“Tony!” Steve shuddered as he delved deep into the wet heat, feeling the soft pliant tongue rub against the underside of his head.
It felt so good – the hallowing of Tony’s cheeks, the sloppy sounds that were made by that tantalizing mouth running over his hard flesh. The slow burn of his pleasure burned in Steve’s stomach and he clenched his eyes feeling the waves build higher and higher.
“That’s it, Captain,” Tony pulled back and was now pumping him reverently – smooth, cool, reverberating sensations echoing through Steve’s very core. “Come for me – all over me! I want to taste you so bad, make you feel so good.”
Steve thrusted once – twice – and then he was cumming all over Tony’s face and arc reactor. He let out a guttural groan and felt Tony lapping him up. The sparks that danced behind his lids continued for a few moments, letting him bathe in the afterglow.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Tony breathed in Steve’s scent nuzzling his spent groin before licking his lips.
Steve cracked open his eyes and gazed at Tony through bleary vision, focusing on the white streaks coating the dark metal. He sat up again bringing Tony up the length of his body and devoured his mouth, tasting himself. Tony whimpered in need and let out a surprised yelp as Steve flipped them over. The way his seed pooled over the armor’s contours sent a renewed flash of heat down Steve’s spine.
“This needs to come off,” growled Steve as he pinned Tony to the bed, “now.”
Tony shuddered and slowly the layers or armor began to dissolve, exposing the sheen of gold of the under armor. Steve breathed in deeply, pushing Tony further up the bed as he kicked off his boots followed by his pants. He reached for the hem of his shirt, but felt Tony’s touch to stop him.
“No, leave it there,” a sigh escaped parted lips as Tony reached forward to worship the star emblazed on Steve’s uniform.
Steve gave a brief nod, letting his fingers wander over Tony’s body, marveling at the warmth of the under armor. It was almost like touching Tony’s bare skin, the material soft and molded – very molded – as it seemed when Steve eyed the outline of Tony’s straining hard on. Steve felt himself slowly harden in response, and he blushed deeply at Tony’s deep chuckle.
“Got to love the serum,” Tony mumbled against Steve’s jaw nuzzling him in affection. “You know, we never tested to see if you had a refectory period.”
The blush spread down Steve’s neck in reply, but he quickly pushed that aside and focus on Tony. He loved how responsive the other man was, so sensitive and open for him. He felt Tony’s hands brush up his arms and they were kissing once more. This was something Steve would never get tired of. He breathed in Tony’s moan as he began to rub his thigh against Tony’s erection.
“So good, Steve,” Tony keened as he rubbed shamelessly over Steve’s thigh.
He kissed Tony’s neck and sucked at his shoulder, noting that the under armor was peeling back wherever he kissed. Delighted, he busied himself with drawing simple patterns over Tony’s body with his lips, reveling in each sound that tore its way from Tony’s throat. He let his fingers skim against those lean thighs, snaking around back in order to squeeze that supple rear. He smiled, feeling Tony’s legs wrap instinctively around his hips, grinding their bodies together.
“Hurry, Steve,” Tony panted, eyes locked on how the tip of their cocks met with slicked desire when the gold armor seeped away.
Hearing those sweet cries, Steve reached over, fumbling towards the bedside table, cursing as he searched for some lube. Tony wasn’t making the job any easier by gyrating his hips, and Steve was pretty sure he was doing it on purpose. Another deep kiss put an end to those ministrations, and he finally found what he was looking for. He let Tony pull down his cowl to run a few fingers through his hair, sighing at the touch.
“God, Tony,” he choked and let his lubed fingers slide between Tony’s legs, marveling at how the under armor disappeared slowly in a teasing fashion.
Preparing Tony was something he’d normally take his time in, but in this case Tony was too strung to tease for long. Pouring a generous amount of lube on his own length, he positioned himself and sunk into Tony with one deep thrust. Enjoying the tight heat, Steve stilled enough for Tony to adjust, basking in the moment of being so close.
“Come on already! Steve, fuck me,” Tony whined pushing back on Steve’s cock with an impatient whisper.
Wordlessly, Steve did as he was told, lifting Tony’s hips in time with his steady rhythm. Tony moaned shamelessly, pushing against Steve with a satisfied smirk, his cock rubbing against the red and white stripes of Steve’s shirt. The image made a shiver run down Steve’s spine, envisioning strands of milky white seed coating his uniform just like he had done to the armor a few minutes prior. Gasping he reached in between them to pleasure Tony, feeling the heavy weight of the hard flesh brush against his palm.
Tony’s legs tightened and Steve felt the quiver of Tony’s body around him. Blue eyes darkened as they gazed back at him in with such heat. Steve thrusted harder, becoming somewhat frantic as Tony nearly flipped them backwards with his own enthusiastic thrust. Then he did. Before Steve even realized what had happened, he was on his back watching Tony ride him, hands braced on Steve’s chest for balance.
The sight was incredible, Tony lost in the intensity of the moment, watching Steve like a starved man. Steve swore he never seen something so beautiful. Reading Tony’s emotions so openly, so unguarded cause him to growl in possessiveness. He lifted his hips off the bed slamming them into Tony, his grip becoming vice-like.
“Shit, Tony, look at you…just look at you.”
Hearing him curse must have tipped his lover off the brink, because soon after Tony was coming hard, taught like a bow string, shooting his release over Steve’s chest. Steve quickly followed, holding the other man against him, pushing up into that blissful heat with each pulse of pleasure, filling Tony as their cries mingling in ecstasy.
After a few moments, when they had collapsed beside each other gasping for breath and the scent of their love making filled the air, they traded lazy kisses. The sweet brush of lips across a temple, against eyelids and over noses echoed their sated state. With a small smile Steve finally tugged off his stained shirt, tossing it the floor as Tony finally absorbed all of the armor. A shower would be good, but maybe after a little nap. He shuffled under the covers with Tony and they settled down for a little while before eventually having to head back out to help with the aftermath. For now though…this was just fine.
Before Steve’s eyes could droop heavily into sleep, he wrapped his arms around Tony and breathed out a chuckle, “Still like the original better...”
Tony grinned, “As I said, thing of beauty and all that – can’t beat the classics, really. But, I do like that other uniform you wear. You know, when you’re trying to be all secret agenty and stuff. What did Jan call it, the Commander Rogers outfit?”
Steve hummed his acknowledgement, “guess we’ll just have to try that again, won’t we?”
“Guess we should.”
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Tony: You realize that was just porn trying to masquerade itself with some plot
Inoshi: I know…[headesk] :-( I fail at anything deeper
Tony: Seriously…Fear Itself in the MA-Universe? How does that even work?
Inoshi: Er…it really didn’t, but that’s what happen when another fandom takes you hostage and refuses to let go. I had to use my disappointment in the event to refocus on the love that is Steve/Tony. XD