Tony always did things his way, sometimes they would work but most of the time they would backfire horribly, putting those he loved in harm's way. Discipline wasn't always his strongest trait; in fact, it wasn't a trait at all. Following orders was not his style and as much as he was lectured and ranted at to change his reckless ways, he never would. A severe lack of discipline always landed Tony in difficult and awkward situations and right now he was being pinned against a wall by a very irritated soldier.

This wasn't the first time Steve had done anything like this, Tony had been subjected to a few of Steve's 'lessons' on many occasions before, but there was something different about this. He judged that this would be exceptionally demanding session from the expression on Steve's face alone.

The moment Tony's brown eyes met the glare of Steve's blue, he felt a smirk tease the corner of his mouth.

'Please bestow your wisdom upon me then, Steve!' Tony retorted with as much satire as he could muster.

The soldier growled low in his throat and pushed against Tony's wrists harder, manipulating them into one of his hands so that they were above Tony's head, his grip becoming like a vice. He leaned closer to Tony enough so that their lips could almost touch and lingered there, teasing the brunet and letting his breath play on his lips. The instant Tony tried to close the gap, one of Steve's hands pushed harshly down on the other man's chest, above where the arc reactor used to be, just at the base of his neck. Tony could feel his breathing become slightly restricted by Steve's hand as he was denied his lover's lips and softly whined. Steve leaned in close again, deliberately taunting his now virtually immobilised man for a few seconds, watching the expression on Tony's face become more desperate before moving his lips to Tony's ear speaking in a low raspy voice.

'That's Captain to you, Stark. From now on, you will do exactly as I say, when I say. You will learn to follow orders once I'm done with you. You cannot touch me unless I allow you to, you cannot speak unless spoken to and you will address me as Captain or Sir. You breech any one of these rules even once and I will make it so unbearable you will do anything for release and satisfaction, and even then I won't give it to you until I know you've learnt your lesson. Got it?'

Tony tried to push the pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach to the back of his mind as he nodded with another desperate whine. Gasping suddenly when he felt Steve's teeth graze and worry the skin underneath his ear. He needed contact, he needed some sort of friction, he needed more.

'Yes, Sir' Tony whispered, feeling Steve smile against his neck as he sucked hard on the skin there, causing Tony to moan again and arch his back slightly off the wall, tiling his head almost reflexively from all the times Steve had left marks there in the past.

'Good boy'

Steve continued to move his lips closer to Tony's, lightly touching them against the coarse stubble as he moved his hand from Tony's chest slowly downward.

'You're gonna be so good for me, Tony, aren't you? Prove to me how much of a good boy you can be and I'll show you how following my orders can pay off. '

'Yes, Sir'

Steve's fingers brushed slightly against Tony's crotch, then, without any warning, he pressed the palm of his hand firmly against Tony's hardening member, sealing his lips around Tony's before any sound of pleasure could escape. The brunet's mouth immediately opened at the gentle stroke of Steve's tongue against his lips and he sighed against his mouth, moaning helplessly into the kiss wanting more of Steve. As soon as he tried to buck his hips into the Captain's hand, Steve moved it away, just out of reach from Tony, denying him of any sort of release or pleasure and just letting it build and build and build. A mischievous smirk played across the soldier's features accompanied by a quirk of the eyebrow as Tony whimpered.

'Captain, please!'

'My, somebody's very needy tonight aren't they?' Steve mocked 'just look at the state of you, Tony! I haven't even done anything yet. You're going have to do a lot more than that to convince me that you deserve it.'

Tony looked helplessly at his lover, brown eyes wide and pleading, mouth slightly pouted and head tilted to the side.

'That's not going to work, Tony.'

Steve loosened his grip on Tony's wrists and let them fall. It took all of Tony's resolve and self-restraint to resist grabbing any part of Steve he could get a hold of and running his hands all over his body. But he didn't have long to contemplate breaking this rule because Steve was lifting him over his shoulder, walking towards the direction of the bedroom.

Of course the lesson hadn't begun yet; they hadn't even reached the 'classroom.'