"Steve," Callused fingertips brushed over his ribcage and warmth pooled in his stomach under his feather light touch, "I'm not who you think I am."
Those words would haunt him for months afterward. But in the moment, he avoided meeting those pools of chocolate brown that had intoxicated him and held him in a sweet prison. He arched against the lean body above him, breathing truths into the delicate space between them.
He memorized every inch of his body. His bruised lips fluttering over his olive-toned skin, lingering on the scars littering his chest. He should have known that holding Tony Stark was a fragile thing. As he pushed promises of love into his flesh, he could feel the tremors wracking through his body.
Even when his mind pleaded with him to distance himself, he pushed himself closer. If he could fold into the temple that was the beautiful body above him, he would have. His fingernails created intricate designs along his muscled back, a language only they could speak.
One by one, their walls collapsed. Both of them soldiered past the defenses that had been standing for longer than they could comprehend. There was a sudden vulnerability in the dimly lit bedroom. As those smoldering brown eyes watched him, Steve focused on the blue light glowing between them.
He could hear the faint whispers of the past. The frightening cold that threatened to consume them both without notice. His massive hands splayed over the reactor, a window into a side of Tony that he had no business knowing.
The blue light broke through the spaces between his fingers. He curled forward, brushing a light kiss over the surface. Practiced hands dove into his hair and yanked his head back. A sinful kiss stole the oxygen from his lungs.
"I love you." The words were torn from his heart as if Tony had reached into his chest and pulled the forbidden words from their safe place in his soul.
He should have known what would follow loving Tony Stark. When he showed him the world he dreamt for them on a daily basis, Tony did not reciprocate. He admired the life from a distance. Even though he lay above him with his hands exploring his inexperienced body, Tony could not have been further away.
A familiar cold seeped into his chest. Steve gasped, the sound swallowed by Tony's mouth. He struggled to find the warmth that his beloved had once radiated. But his sun had burned out, leaving Steve in a chilling darkness.
When he awoke the next morning, the cold had become a permanent presence. Without opening his eyes, he knew that his world was bathed in shadows. A light crinkling sound pulled him from the seductive grasps of sleep.
A folded paper rested on the pillow beside his head, a place that should have been occupied by a beautiful billionaire. He reached out with a trembling hand and read whatever message awaited him.
Frustration and sorrow blinded him. The paper lay amongst chaos as he showered the bedroom with broken furniture and shattered glass. As he collapsed on the ground, heartbroken sobs becoming the sole sound within the room, the words taunted him in the morning sunlight.
I'm sorry.
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