Everything Left Unsaid

Title: The Bitter Rednesses of Love
Author: Saucery, a.k.a. saucery.
Pairing: Steve/Tony, of course!
Universe: The Avengers, movie-verse.
Rating: R for eventual sexual content.
Warnings: Er. Eventual sexual content? And Tony being kind of a douche. A Regency-era douche.
Genre: Regency romance.
Spoilers: None to speak of.
Word Count: 900 and counting.
Summary: Anthony Stark, degenerate genius and impoverished nobleman, finds himself wedded to the painfully proper Steven Rogers. Will their marriage prove intolerable to the both of them, or will they find a happy equilibrium, instead?
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The hall, when he arrives, is brightly-decked and beautifully appointed - no more so than the guests, knotted in clumps of perfumed silk and chittering, calculated abandon, deceptive as jungle-birds in their plumage, sharp-eyed and sweet-voiced. It's precisely the sort of event that disgusts him for its utter lack of originality and honest fun; he much prefers the midnight frolics of inebriated Satanists, or philosophers ripe from an opium den.

Sadly, disgusting or not, this is his wedding. Or, as the latest on dits would have it, his last, grasping attempt at solvency.

Never has gossip been more factually accurate.

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Title: Surrender (Is Not An Option)
Author: Saucery, a.k.a. saucery.
Pairing: Steve/Tony, of course!
Universe: The Avengers, movie-verse.
Rating: NC-17 for explicit (and somewhat unusual) sexual content.
Warnings: Fisting. Rough sex. Dirty talk. Masochism.
Genre: Porn.
Spoilers: None to speak of.
Word Count: 2300, give or take.
Summary: No unicorn will ever approach Steve Rogers again.
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It starts as a thing. Well, it's always a 'thing', with them; there's the confined-spaces thing, the fasten-your-seatbelts-because-we're-flying-Air-Iron-Man-and-your-pants-won't-stay-on thing, the frankly unavoidable costume-fetish thing, the slightly less unavoidable (unless you've seen Steve's perfect feet, damn it, even his feet are perfect) foot-fetish thing, the Steve-doesn't-molest-his-food-because-his-food-molests-him thing, and… things. Lots of other things.

If Tony were more organized, he'd make a list, but Coulson makes enough lists for all of them, and the only list Tony's interested in making is one that can be tattooed onto Steve's ass, each item counting the number of times that fabulous behind has been a) reamed, b) rimmed, c) fucked, d) fingered or e) all of the above. Not necessarily in that order.

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