Author's Note: Written for the April hurt/comfort bingo mini challenge on livejournal and the soul bonding/soul mates square on my trope bingo card.


Past, Meet Present

Chapter One: The Hero

Tony subconsciously touched both corners of his mouth to make sure he wasn't drooling as he watched the scene play out in front of him. It was almost like a highly anticipated, top budget action film in the making which was exciting in and of itself but what really had him going was the lead actor dressed to the nines in perfectly fitting cargo pants and a tight t-shirt under more body armor and gear than Tony had ever worn in his life. Between the Kevlar perfectly fitted to his chest and adorned with extra supplies, the military grade utility belt and the thigh holster strapped in just a way that accented the man's groin, Tony was sure he was on a set in Hollywood.

But he wasn't a set and he was far from Hollywood and the object of his attention wasn't the lead actor. In fact, he wasn't an actor at all. Tony was in Hawaii and he'd just witnessed the man—most definitely a cop—jump out of a second story window into a cart filled with hotel laundry just in time to save a five year old child from being hit by a tour bus while the rest of his team chased after the man who'd pushed the child into traffic in the first place, a man they'd obviously been chasing since before Tony had stumbled on the scene.

"Daddy!" the child cried from her hero's arms.

Before Tony realized what was happening his eyes met with the strangers and mere seconds later he was being pushed to the ground by a large, burly man behind him who was obviously the little girl's father. He wanted to be angry but he was too embarrassed. If he'd been paying more attention he would've been able to keep his feet under him. All wasn't lost though because when he looked up the hero was standing over him, offering him a hand up.

"You alright, man? You hurt?"

"Just my pride," Tony groaned, slipping his hand into the one being offered and nearly shrieking when the stranger pulled him up with no effort at all. Tony couldn't not notice the tingling sensation starting in their connected hands and flooding his body as the hero pulled him to his feet. The unexpected and undeniable connection caught him off-guard and appeared to have thrown the other man for a loop as well, if the confused look on his face was anything to go by. That momentary vulnerability created an almost overpowering need to be had by the man, to be kissed and held, filled and fucked and maybe… maybe even loved.

"Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett," the man said, shaking their joined hands before reluctantly letting go.

"Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo," Tony said with his most charming smile. "Well, former special agent." He smiled again and at the man's questioning look added, "it's a long story."

"I'd love to hear it sometime," Steve said.

"I'd love to tell you," Tony replied mysteriously.

"Hey!" the Jersey accent coming from somewhere behind Steve was sharp and demanding and made Tony cringe. "We gonna get this scumbag back sometime today or did you have other plans?"

"Alright, I'm coming," Steve yelled back, shooting a how-dare-you-interrupt-me glare over his shoulder before turning back to Tony and smiling. "You here on vacation?"

"To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing here," Tony replied and that was the god's honest truth. Running away from his problems? Hiding from the people who cared about him most? Was it temporary? Permanent?

"Where you stayin'?"

"The Hilton."

"Meet me at the Tropics Bar later," Steve said, "if you're not busy."

Tony's face lit up probably a little too much and he nodded happily and just like that the conversation ended and the hero disappeared.


Tony hoped like hell no one would be waiting for the elevator on the 28th floor of the Rainbow Tower in the Hilton Hawaiian Village as he raised his head, allowing Steve to suckle on his Adam's apple and bite down on his pulse point. An evening at the bar had quickly turned into what was looking like a promising evening in Tony's overpriced hotel room. The connection between the two men was so strong that a simple brushing of their arms together created powerful feelings that had them reaching for each other's hands and before long sharing looks that obviously said 'let's take this upstairs'. After a large pizza and a few shared drinks, that was exactly where they were headed.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna wake up on the 27th floor," Steve growled, his hand finding its way beneath Tony's shirt and clawing at bare skin.

Tony's knees quivered at the promise and threatened to give out on him but he didn't want to end up on the ground in front of Steve for a second time that day. Well, not unless he was sucking cock or bending over to offer his ass. He couldn't wait for that. Something told him as soon as Steve pushed inside him, he'd feel full and fulfilled like he never had before.

Minutes later they were in Tony's room overlooking the great Pacific Ocean, listening to the sound of the surf and happy vacationers below but the only thing that really mattered was each other.

Steve lifted Tony's shirt over his head and got him onto the bed with ease and Tony decided he liked being manhandled by this guy, the hero who'd selflessly put his life in danger to save a child and was now, quite possibly, saving Tony's life. He whimpered at the rough teeth on his nipple but arched his chest towards Steve at the same time, begging for more. When he felt like he could breathe again, he opened his eyes and tugged on Steve's shirt, wanting him bare-chested as well; desperate for a peek at what was sure to be a body ripped with muscles.

Steve bowed out of his shirt and while Tony stared at his body, he went to work unbuttoning the fitted jeans Tony was wearing. He let his eyes wander up Tony's impressive body until blue met green then his tongue poked out and wet his lips. "Lift your hips."

Tony obeyed without hesitation and then Steve's long fingers were dragging across his skin, removing his jeans and the boxers he'd thrown on at the last minute. His cock bobbed free, wet and glistening in the dim light of the room. Tony stared at Steve as Steve stared at his cock and he hoped the man was impressed with his healthy length and thickness.

"Fast now, slow later?" Steve questioned, releasing the button on his cargo pants.

"Works for me," Tony answered. "I played in the shower this morning. Just lube me up and I'm ready to go."

Steve swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he reached for the tube of lube Tony was holding out for him. He was surprised, out of all the variety on the market, that they both used the same kind.

"I wanna see you," Tony said, lightly stroking his cock.

Steve's eyes moved from Tony's cock to his eyes and he watched the man's reaction as he removed his pants and underwear and tossed them onto the floor next to Tony's. "You ready for this?" he asked, proudly showing off his cock.

"I think I've been ready my whole life," Tony replied and immediately hoped it didn't sound too cheesy. There was just no other way to explain the way his body reacted to Steve's touch; the way mind, body and spirit he seemed to be so wrapped up in the man that ever since he'd seen him earlier he hadn't been able to get him off his mind. Soul mates had always seemed like a little bit of an 'out there' idea but if there was such a thing, Tony was pretty sure he was staring at his.

Steve climbed back on the bed, between Tony's spread legs and let their dicks slide together while he went back to kissing the man. Tongues and lips explored while translucent threads of precum connected their bodies. It wasn't long before Tony couldn't take it any longer.

"You promised to fuck me into the floor below," he whispered into Steve's ear.

After one final suckling kiss, Steve rose up on his knees, grabbed the condom off the mattress where he'd thrown it before removing his pants and tore it open with his teeth. Tony drew his legs up and back towards his chest, watching as Steve rolled the condom on himself and added a little extra lube.

"Gonna be a little cold," Steve warned before Tony felt cool, lube-coated fingers playing at his entrance, testing him to make sure he was loose enough.

"I'm ready," Tony pleaded, desperate for that final, full body connection.

"You keep saying that," Steve said and Tony was sure the grin on the other man's face was a cocky one.

Steve lined himself up then tucked his arms behind Tony's knees and leaned over the man, pushing inside with one long, even thrust. Tony's fingers dug into Steve's back at the overwhelming sense of being filled and he rolled his hips, pressing his ass against Steve's body as hard as he could.

"Fuck," Steve grunted, holding his body tightly against Tony's, his perfectly sculpted abs quivering at the strange sensations flooding his body. "What the fuck is happening?"

"I don't know," Tony breathed, "but don't stop. For fuck's sake, whatever you do don't stop."

Steve rocked his hips and before long he was pounding into Tony like he'd never done with anyone else. The energy originating from their joined bodies spread all the way to the tips of their fingers and toes, their hearts raced and they couldn't have stopped even if the wanted to. Steve held Tony tightly against him as body overtook mind and Tony screamed into Steve's chest as the best orgasm of his life tore through his body.

All words were lost as both men struggled to get their bearings and make sense of what had just happened; why and how. Their hearts slowed and their breathing calmed and the feeling of invincibility and endless energy faded, giving way to exhaustion.

Tony reached out and grabbed at Steve's bare chest when the man moved off of him. As badly as he wanted to talk about what had just happened and ask Steve if he'd experienced the same thing, he was quickly finding himself unable to keep his eyes open. All he could do as he drifted off to sleep was hope Steve would still be there in the morning when he woke.