There was something that Tony found beautiful about taking a walk on a Sunday afternoon. He walked down the east side of Manhattan, his favorite city in the whole five thousand years he'd been alive, and looked up at the picturesque church that was tucked into the corner of the street. For as small as it was, it proudly displayed its rainbow colored windows with images of angels and doves. Even outside of the church, there were expensive looking statues of angels and saints that were meant to watch over the people inside. "Vanity." He said with a soft smirk and hummed as the bells of the church rang softly inside, just loud enough that he could hear it without having to invade the mind of any of the humans. He sat down at the base of the steps, easily slicing through an inch of the leg of his black suit with the dull nail he had in this form.
People began to walk out slowly, some barely giving him a passing glance as he sat there, cursing softly at the clear tear in his suit. He recognized the sideways looks they gave him as the same looks they would give to those less fortunate. Even as he was in a suit, they pulled their bags and coats closer around themselves, and feared the unknown consequences of their acknowledgement of him. He didn't want them anyway. In a city so trained to distrust, innocence was very hard to come by. "Hey… are you okay?" He looked up at the small blue eyed and blonde hair man that stood over him.
But…when innocence happened to find its way to him, he found it oh so amazing.
He took off red tinted sunglasses he wore and smiled sadly at the young man. He was skinny, almost unhealthily so, and Tony wondered if that was why he was by himself at church on a Sunday. "Not really." He said with a sheepish smile. "I tore my suit." He sighed and lifted his leg a bit to show him. "And I have an important meeting in an hour." He sighed and leaned back to look at him. "My place is too far away to go back." The man's eyes went to his leg and he worried his lip for a second before he smiled at him.
"I live not too far away." He said. "And I have a sewing kit, or more like a needle and some black thread." He gave a sheepish chuckled "We could fix them up if you want." Tony looked at him, his smile was so wide and unassuming.
"Yeah?" He asked and stood; he was a few inches taller than the man and looked down at him with a warm smile. "That'd be amazing, you're a life saver." The man smiled at him brightly and a pink tinge colored his cheeks and went up to the tips of his ears. "What's your name of my savior?" He asked as they began to walk.
"Steve." He smiled "Steve Rogers, and you?"
"Ah, fuck, Tony!" Steve yelled and gripped the cold bars of the bed frame as Tony held onto his hips, pounding him mercilessly from behind, his screams and grunts mixing with the sound of skin slapping skin.
"Language, Steve." Tony purred into his ear and loved how Steve's tears ran down his face, his body and mind unable to understand how such pleasure could exist and was practically wrecked by everything being done to him. It hadn't taken thirty minutes since he arrived before he had the innocent man shaking in his lap, rutting weakly against his leg and and gripping his suit like he'd up and disappear any second. He gave Steve's small ass another hard slap, the scratches and bites he had placed there making the sting all the more delicious as Steve arched his back pathetically, trying to get more that amazing pain and pleasure.
"T-this is so so wrong." Steve gasped but the thought was gone from his head as Tony gave a hard thrust against his prostate. "Oh, fuck!" he gasped and Tony was almost proud of his little Steve as he buried his face in the pillow under him, presenting his ass more clearly to Tony.
"No, it's good. You look so perfect, Steve." He purred and bit at his shoulders, his teeth easily marking the pale skin and knew Steve would remember this for months. "You're such a needy boy." He gripped his hips hard enough that Steve was bruising and watched as his cock kept stretching the poor boy. "Your tight virgin hole is so open and messy now." He nipped at his ear as he felt Steve shudder. "I wish other people could see you like this, so wet and open, and your dick dripping under you." He moved his hand down and wrapped it around the pink length to stroke him. "Would that turn you on, if people were watching you being speared by my cock?" Steve screamed into the pillow as he came and Tony smirked into his skin, feeling his own body tingle with pleasure. He slowed as Steve squeezed around him and Tony forced himself to hold back until Steve stopped shaking. He pulled out, smirking as Steve groaned, and turned him over, easing his legs apart.
"N-no, Tony, not like this." Steve breathed as he lined up to him, his legs hanging over Tony's shoulders. Tony gave him a smile. The kid was so amusing, even now, when he'd been barebacked by a demon, he was trying to save his grace.
"I want to look at you." He purred and leaned down to kiss him, and felt Steve whimper as he pressed into the loose hole and this time fucked him slowly, making sure Steve would feel every movement. With each thrust, he would pull all the way out before sliding back home, deep into him. "Look at you." Tony breathed and pinned Steve's hands above his head with just one of his own. "You just came and you're already getting hard again." He said as Steve's cock twitched back to life at the slow and deliberate fucking. Steve was on the verge of tears at the amazing pleasure and sniffled pathetically before groaning again.
"I-it's because you're looking at me like that." He argued weakly, his face and ears red. "No one's looked at me like this before." He gasped as Tony hit his prostate and began to grind into him.
"Good." Tony purred and leaned down to catch his lips again. "Then you'll remember this." He said softly. "How it felt to be stretched by my cock, having the most pleasure you've ever had with a man, and what it feels like to be filled up with come." He purred against his lips and felt Steve's ass tighten around him, like it was trying to force him to keep his promise and fill him up.
"Yes!" Steve whimpered. "I'll remember this." He gasped as Tony sped up, fucking him until there were no coherent words left in him. Tony smiled and bit down on his shoulder as he came and Steve screamed under him as he came a second time. "Tony…" He breathed and wrapped his arms around him, trying to hold him there desperately as Tony pulled out. Steve shuddered as the come dribbled out of him slowly.
Tony looked down at him, his brown eyes calculating, and kissed him slow and almost loving, like Steve secretly wanted.
There were rules with things like these. Demons couldn't just come and take, no matter how much they wanted to. Innocence was a gift, only able to be given in exchange for something of equal value. So if his partners wanted a bit of aftercare after being deflowered, Tony was more than happy to give it. He wrapped his arms around him and held him to his chest, his hand running down his back slowly as Steve relaxed in his arms, the blonde tucked into him. "That was amazing." Steve said softly after a while with as much honesty as Tony would expect from him. Tony chuckled and watched Steve turn pink in his arms.
"It was." He said and kissed him, assuring him that he wasn't laughing at him. "Thanks for inviting me over, even if my meeting did get cancelled." He said and pressed kisses to the marks he had left on his body. It was his staking claim, even if the marks disappeared off their skin, other demons would know that he had been there and claimed this human. Steve shuddered in his arms and squirmed with a soft laugh. "How do you feel?" Tony asked him and let him go so Steve could sit up and stretch a bit.
"Better." He said honestly and seemed a bit surprised by it himself. "I thought I'd need my inhaler by now, with all the...exercise we've done." He touched his chest and took deep breathes but there was no cough and Tony watched him with a small smile. "That's strange." Steve said and settled down by him again and ran his fingers over Tony's chest, curious and half mesmerized. He leaned forward and pressed tentative kisses to his chest slowly.
Tony hummed and ran his over hand over Steve's stomach and then down slowly. "That's good." He said. "We should celebrate." He purred softly and Steve shivered in his arms.
"N-no, Tony, we just finished." He argued softly but leaned his head back and practically presented himself to Tony's ministrations as Tony's hand wondered down to the abused hole. He whimpered softly as two of Tony's fingers pressed in and Tony pressed more bites and kisses to his neck. Tony smirked at how Steve shook in his arms as he played with the loose opening.
"And yet, here we are." Tony purred teasingly.
"Call me if you want." Tony said and gave him his card. Steve smiled up at him and nodded, tucking the car into the bedside drawer as best he could as he tried not to move from the pain in his ass and his limbs. Tony chuckled and leaned down to kiss him again. "Take care of that asthma." He said and gave his lips a last nip before he left.
He gave a relaxed sigh as he made it outside and stretched his arms up. It was almost midnight, having spent twelve hours relentlessly fucking, aided by the nature of what he was, with a one hour break so they could order Chinese food and re-hydrate. He was more than satisfied, not just his physical form but demons fed off of the gifts they got and gave in return. Steve's innocence in exchange for curing him of all the awful things he had felt like a pretty good trade and Tony decided to reward himself by walking to his favorite donut shop. He stood in line and sighed as the smell of cinnamon filled his nose, making it almost burn. "Did you have to give him your number?" A soft voice said behind him.
"Well, hello to you too." He didn't even glance back at her, still staring at the special's menu. "And no, Natasha, I didn't have to, I wanted to." He hummed and frowned when she snorted.
"And curing him and extending his life by a good fifty years, that's also because you wanted to?" She crossed her arms over her chest and stayed quiet as he ordered his food and then followed him to a small table at the corner of the restaurant. "Seriously Tony, what the fuck? We're some of the highest ranking demons in the goddamn 'city of sin', and you act like you're some newbie who still feels guilt about corruption." She raised an eyebrow at him. "You're making me look bad for associating with you."
He rolled his eyes. "So what?" He asked. "We're not living, I don't see the point of working like you do, trying to tip people over the edge so they kill, or fight, or betray their friends, or whatever." He shrugged. "This is more fun, and I do what I do for fun." He took a bite of his donut and hummed happily. "And we're supposed to give them fair deals, innocence is worth a lot." She scoffed in disgust.
"Leave it one of you to end up improving people's lives even as a demon." She said and looked away from him. Tony set his donut down and licked the sugar of his lips slowly.
"One of what?" He asked calmly.
"A fallen an-" She froze as she felt his tail wrap around her throat, the sharp tip at the end of it, pressing into her neck just enough to draw a bit of blood. They were where no one could see the tail snaked under the table and her coat hid it as it tightened around her throat.
He met her eyes. "I know you think we're the same rank, Natasha. But we're not." He reminded her. "Don't bite the hand that feeds you." He warned her. "Understand?" She didn't move and he loosened his tail and it disappeared again. She sighed in disgust and left, barely making it outside before she disappeared back to her place.
Tony kept eating and was unaware of the green eyes watching him from across the street inside of a bookstore. "Yeah, I see him." The man said softly into his phone. "He's alone, the other one just left."
"Just wait there, Loki, I'm going to send backup." He grit his teeth as his brother spoke.
"I don't need backup, Thor. Besides it would take days for them to even get here." Loki said. "I told you I would track him and I did. Give me a week and I'll bring him back." He promised and hung up. He kept his eyes on the demon and wondered what was so special about him. He seemed pretty nonthreatening as he was, just sipping at his coffee and eating donuts as he fiddled with his phone.
It wouldn't be the first time that his brother was wrong.