Till Death Do We Meet:

Rated: M [for a reason]

Pairing: Steve RogersxTony Stark [Stony]

Notes: Alternate Universe.


Chapter One:


Tony Stark, King of the Underworld. . . Was bored out of his mind.

He was feigning interest in his right-hand-harpie Pepper's kingdom report and apparently he was failing, as Pepper was shouting at him.

"Tony! This is your kingdom!" She snapped when she caught him nodding off for the fifth time. "At least try to take some interest in it!"

Tony sighed, "I'm listening, I'm listening! What is it?"

Pepper huffed but continued, flicking her long red hair over her shoulder with a delicate claw. "The south bank of the Stix is in need of a remodeling, and The Ferry Men's Union is going to be dropping in soon."

Tony nodded, he hated getting into trouble with the FMU, it always meant a back up in soul traffic and that was one hassel he would avoid at all costs.

"The Hulk has requested time off, he says he'd like a vacation."

"Who are we supposed to get to replace him?" Tony asked, taking a handful of almonds from the plate offered to him by a handsome young satyr. Tony winked at him as Pepper continued.

"There is a the Three headed dog Ceberus who does temp work, or a She-Hulk."

Tony shuddered "Go with the dog, I'd like to stay away from any sticky situations."

Pepper eyed him and Tony could tell she was thinking he made his own sticky she just surveyed her clipboard one last time. "Well that's it, just sign these."

Tony obeyed and was greatful for her speedy departure. With a clap of his hands the rest of the servants cleared the throne room.

Tony waited for a few moments before drawing out of his robes a small hand mirror. He breathed on the mirror's surface and instead of fogging it rippled. The mirror was magic, and showed not a reflection, but a view of the human world.

Tony would often sit for hour gazing into the mirror, at all the people who lived on top of the earth and not in it. Althought techinically the Underworld was on a seperate dimensional plane, not under the earth.

Tony whispered softly to mirror, "Steven Rogers", the name of the human Tony liked to watch best.

Steve was a student now at The Maryland College of the Arts, but when Tony had first discovered him he had been scrawny teenager. You see, Steve was special. He was one of the very few people Tony and pardoned, meaning he had spared him from death. He had been 16, an asthma attack had almost taken him in the night, but Tony had happened to be skimming through images of earth and come across him.

It had only taken a second for him to look down the lines of fate to see that if this boy lived, he would grow to be a great man. Tony had been feeling oddly generous that day and so had spared him, even taking away his bad health. Now, 10 years later, Tony found himself in a very odd position. You see, he had fallen in love with the boy, who was now a man, and a very handsome man at that.

So every day he watched Steve, wishing he could find some way to communicate with him, just to talk to him once. But little did Tony know that as he sat there that day watching Steve take his morning jog, he would very soon be able to do just that. . .

OYO

For Steve the experience was very fast, and slightly confusing.

One moment he was jogging down the street, planning a trip to the botanical gardens for that weekend so he could paint. The next he found himself flying throught the air before everything went black, and then white, and then he found himself sitting on a Bench beside a river that was as black as night.

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For Tony the experience was much different. One moment he was enjoying watching Steve jog (The man had a nice ass), and planning how he could convince Pepper he wasn't needed at the counsel meeting tomorrow. The next he was sitting straight up in his thrown, clutching the mirror in both hands and silently praying his eyes were decieving him.

But then he felt Steve's soul leave his earth body and he knew. The Human, Steve Rogers, was dead.

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Steve surveyed the people who sat with him in the ferry he'd been ushered into. There were people of all races and walks of life in that boat. Steve didn't quite understand what was happening, but he knew one thing. He was not on earth. This thought was confirmed when a harpy carrying a pizza box swooped down and offered the pizza to the ferryman, who was glad of the meal and paid the harpie with a currency Steve had never seen.

"Um, excuse me?" Steve asked the ferry man shyly

"Yes son?"

"What type of money is that?" Steve asked.

The ferryman handed him a small coin he would later learn was worth about as much as a dollar. "These are called dracmas." the ferry man said, "Go ahead and keep it as a momentum of the beginning of your Un-life."

Steve nodded, still unsure what he was talking about. "Thanks."

When the ferry reached the opposite shore the ferryman ushered them out and a pleasent faced (except for her scars) Banshee directed them to a the line of people who were waiting to enter a large building.

Turning to the person next to him (a short man in a purple shirt with blond hair) Steve asked, "Um, excuse me, but do you know where we are?"

The man pulled down his glasses and looked Steve over. "You really don't know?" He asked.

Steve just shook his head.

"Well I hate to break it to you big guy, but you're in Hades."

"What?" Steve stared at the man in shock.

"Yep, Not sure what your story is man, but you're dead."

The man pushed back up his sunglasses and left Steve staring blankly at the place he'd been a moment before.

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Tony shouted for Pepper as he ran through the palace. "Pepper! Pepper! Damn it where are you?! Pepp-"

"Yes M'lord?" Pepper stepped in to the hallway.

"I need you to go pull someone from the line for me!"

Pepper's eyebrows shot up. "What?"

"Someone I know just died and I'm summoning them before they get sorted!"

Pepper eyed him for a moment before pity spilled across her face, "He died?"

Tony just nodded, not questioning how Pepper knew about Steve, she just knew everything, it was her job.

"I'll go send Happy out to get him." Pepper said, referring to Tony's body guard and her husband. A Cyclops who had worked for Tony since he was a teenager.

"You're a dear Pepper. Oh, and prepare a room for him here, I want him to stay with me."

Pepper shot him another pitying look, "Are you sure that's wise?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" Tony asked, though he knew what she meant.

"What do you plan for this Human?" Pepper asked softly.

Tony looked her straight in the eye so she would know he was sincere. "I guess you could say I plan to make him my Queen."

Pepper didn't say anything for a long time. Finally she sighed, "Shall I give him the room next to your's then?"

"Yes, and tell the servants he'll be sitting next to me tonight."

Pepper nodded and walked away, convinced that her boss had finally lost it. Sure the Lords of Death took human mates all the time, but they were usually women. Pepper wasn't quite sure how the kingdom would take this, or the counsel. . .

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Steve had been standing in the line for only a few minutes he was sure, but some how it felt like days. He tried to converse with the other people around him, but they all seemed disinterested.

Steve was finally reduced to just gazing at the back of the person in front of him's head.

He had stood there for a while when suddenly a huge man with only one eye in the center of his brow came up to him.

"Steven E. Rogers?" he asked.

"That's me!" Steve said perking up.

"Lord Stark has requested an audience with you. Will you comply?" The Cyclops said gruffly.

Steve had no idea who the heck this Lord Snark guy was. But anything was better than waiting in this line any longer. "Yeah! I mean, yes, I comply." Steve said quickly.

The Man nodded and motioned for Steve to follow him. They walked up to the front of the line and Steve saw there were three doors labeled, "Isle of Heroes", "Fields of Unrest", and "Pits of Dispare". Steve followed the man quickly, happy he'd never gotten to the front of the line. He didn't want to know where he would have ended up.

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Tony was back in the throne room, straightening out his robes and jewels, fixing the silver crown that adorned his head so that it appeared as if he had no interest in it's placement. Trying to make sure everything was in place for the arrival of his future spouse, although the other did not know it yet.

Tony was almost giddy with antisaption, and he had to tell himself to calm down several times.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Happy appeared in the doorway, with Steve (who was not a small man) dwarfed behind him.

"The human, My lord." Happy said with a bow, before pushing Steve into the center of the room and leaving.

"Um, hi Lord, uh. . . ."

"Tony will suffice, Steven." Tony sat up from his 'relaxed' lounging position he'd been in.

"Well, Lord Tony," Steve began, not questioning how Tony knew his name. "Do you think maybe you could, if it's not like blasphemy or something, tell me what the heck is going on?"

Tony chuckled as he decended from his throne, and felt a thrill go up his spine when Steve's eyes took in his frame. He shrugged it off though and spoke. "Well, it is my terrible privilege to inform you that unfortuanely you are dead."

Steve sighed and nodded, "I thought so." He said simply. He sighed again and then gave Tony a look. "But what I really don't understand is why you summoned me. What's so special about me?"

Tony had to stop himself from answering that question. "It's quite simple actually," He said as he finally came to a stop in front of Steve. "I don't like to lose my champions before they've even had a chance to fight for me."

A completely confused look covered the blondes face. "What?"

Tony chuckled and found he really enjoyed watching the object of his desire stand there with that adorably confused face.

"You were meant to die 11 years ago in your sleep. I saw what your future could become and so I asked the fates to spare you. It seems they ripped me off and just put it off for a while, but that is fine. I have watched you for all the years since then, And have decided I want you to be my champion."

Steve squared his shoulders, "I'm not entirely sure what that means, but If I have been choosen I will do my best."

Tony smiled, "I was hoping you'd say that."

OYO

Steve wasn't sure what made him accept his position so quickly, it may have been the praise, it may have been the fact he didn't have anyone who was missing him on earth anyway. So this was possibly the best thing that had ever happened to him. His opinion was only strengthened when Tony lead him down the twisting corridors of the palace to his room. It was far nicer than anything he'd ever had before. But it wasn't so extravagant that he felt uncomfortable. In fact, there were even some things from his room back on earth.

Steve saw his desk against the wall, and his sketchbooks in a pile on the table beside the bed. "Wow! How did you-?"

"I told you I'd been watching you." Tony said softly.

Steve turned to look at Tony, his voice was different now, softer, not as dramatic as it had been in the throne room.

"Thank you." Steve said with a smile, "you have no idea how much these things mean to me."

Tony smiled back, "Actually, thing is, I do. I know this," Tony lifted a milkglass vase shaped like a woman's head. "Was your mother's. And this," He held up the pen knife that lay on the desk. "Belonged to your dad. So did the leather jacket that is currently hanging in that closet behind you."

Steve rushed to the closet and pulled it open. Sure enough, inside was the jacket his father had always worn. It was a fairly normal black leather jacket, but on the upper arms it had littlewings stitched on by his mother when his parents had been young.

Steve buried his face in it and smiled. "Thank you." He said, turning to Tony. "I mean it."

"Yeah, you know, No problem." Tony said, turning away to try to hide his flushed cheeks.

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After that Tony left Steve to explore his new room and retired to his own next door.

Tony closed the door and leaned against it. That had almost been too much for him, being right in the same room with him. His flesh mere feet away, presenting itself to him in every sway of the human's hips, the movement of his hands, lips, eyes. Tony wanted him so bad. . .

Tony locked the door he was leaning against and walked to his bed quickly, tossing his robes off as he did. When he got to his bed he was completely bare. Reaching into the drawer next to his bed and pulled out a red bottle filled with lotion, pouring the lotion onto his hand he laid himself back on the bed.

He took the first two fingers of his left hand and dragged them through the substance before moving the digits down to his own hole. He rubbed the lube in and slowly pushed a single finger in as he grasped his penis and stroked himself with firm, well-worn movements. He jerked himself off, speeding up as he pressed in a second finger and then another. He bit his lip to stiffle the moans that threatened to spill from his swollen lips. The things that man could do to him, the very sight of him had left the King of the Underworld a puddle of barely functioning royal goo.

Tony imagined those wonderfully pouty lips kissing him senseless. That long, thick, perfectly formed cock pounding into him (Yes he'd peeked).

It was to these mental images that Tony came, covering his hand and stomach in white cum and moaning the human's name in a way that almost made him glad he didn't have the blond in front of him.

As Tony got up and cleaned himself off he almost felt like crying. He looked into the mirror and sighed, "It won't be long." He promised himself. "Soon enough I will have the really thing in front of me every night."

With this promise to himself Tony went to his closet and began to prepare for the evening meal.

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Steve's first act after Tony left him was to walk the entire room and familiarize himself with his new surroundings.

'I wonder what Tony needs a champion for?' Steve musedas he tried out the taps in the bathroom adjacent to his bedroom. 'Champions in the old greek myths I read in school were always rescuing people or finding magical objects. Could that be it?" Steve wondered.

Soon Steve was comfortable enough in his new room and he began to search through his closet to find something to wear for the dinner. 'Tony looked so handsome in just those robes I'm sure he'll look phenominial tonight. . .' Steve shook his head to clear it. 'This guy is a king Rogers,' He scolded himself. 'I sort of doubt you even have a chance here.'

Steve was about to just go with his old prom tux when a knock sounded at the door. "Champion Rogers?" The voice of an aged british man called. Steve rush to the door and pulled it open to reveal a comfortable looking older man, whose hair was black (what was left of it anyway), and eyes blue.

"Hello Sir." The man said with a bow. "My name is Jarvis, M'lord has sent this attire to you for tonight's meal."

Jarvis held out a set of robes that were a lovely shade of blue with red and white designs stitched along the hem, collar, and cuffs. Tiny stars twinkled mysteriously and red vines crawled along the wrists and collar, like red snakes.

"This is beautiful." Steve said, his voice hushed in awe.

"M'lord hoped in would be satistfactory."

"It is, Very." Steve said with a smile. "Tell him thank you for me, and I plan tell him myself this evening."

Jarvis bowed again, "Of course Champion Rogers." He said as he backed out of the room.

"Please, Just Steve would be great." Steve said with a smile.

"As you wish Master Steve."

Steve chuckled and closed the door behind the older man. He held up the robes and smiled, they really were beautiful. He couldn't wait to wear them for Tony.

Steve again chastised himself for his thoughts. 'You don't have a chance with that guy.' Steve told himself.

. . . If only he knew.

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That night as Steve lay between the Atlantian silk sheets he tried to make some sense of the current state of his life.

That morning he'd been just a normal guy, a college student with a glittering future ahead of him, and a date with his classmate Peggy that evening.

He was surprised he hadn't thought of her at all since he'd died, he guessed a small part of him always knew he couldn't go back. He felt a tiny twinge of regret that he was never going to get a chance to get to know that pretty brunett from his english class.

But now there was some one else to get to know, another brunett. Steve remembered how Tony's eyes had sparkled when He'd first walked into the banquet hall in the robes. He'd felt awkward until Tony had laughed at his discomfort, and suddenly he'd relaxed.

Steve smiled as he remembered Tony explaining to him how the Kingdom of the Dead worked, what Tony's job meant and what Steve's status meant for him. The man's eyes had been lit with nervous energy as he talked animatedly.

Steve sighed happily at the memory and rolled over to finally get some sleep.


Well there you go, chapter one. Chapter two on the way. Pls Review!