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Chapter 4

Tony had just arrived at the Salle, on the NYU campus. There were four platforms (piste) set up, and a small selection of seats. Tony looked around, only to see Harry coming towards him. Tony's mouth went dry at the sight of him. The brightness of his 'whites'- the fencing outfit- was a beautiful contrast against his tan skin. And those pants! They might as well have been painted on. He was right last night, Harry was hot as fuck in that outfit.

"Tony! It's good to see you. Thanks for coming." Harry said.

"Hello, gorgeous. I'm liking the look. You look sexy as Hell." Tony said, leaning in to kiss Harry on the cheek.

Harry flushed lightly in pleasure at the compliment. "Thanks Tony. I saved you a good seat." Harry said, leading him over to the spectator area.

Tony sat, getting as comfortable as possible on the hard seat. A few minutes later, Harry's first bout started.

"En garde!" The referee yelled, and Harry and his opponent saluted each other, then got into position. "Allez!" The official yelled, and Harry immediately lunged forward. Harry was a very aggressive fencer, and he kept the pressure on. He had driven his opponent off the piste twice, gaining two additional points.

Tony was unsure of what exactly was going on, and he didn't understand the terms being thrown around. All he knew was that the way Harry moved was very sexy, and that Harry was loads more talented than the guy he was up against. The match ended at the 15 point mark, and Harry had won 15-6. As the bout was called, the participants saluted each other again, and Harry pulled him helmet off. His hair was a sweaty mess, and his green eyes were shining. Tony swallowed, trying to push back his overwelming attraction to Harry for the moment.

Tony made his way over to Harry, as he was being unhooked from the scoring machine. "Congratulations, gorgeous! I had almost no idea what was going on, but you obviously kicked his ass!" Tony said, then leaned in closer. "And looked amazingly hot while doing it." He said quietly, giving Harry a long, hot look.

Harry shivered slightly, the thought of being the under the obsessive attentions of Tony Stark making him react. "Thanks, Tony. I need to get a quick shower. I hope you don't mind waiting?" Harry asked.

"Of course not. Take your time." Tony said. Harry disappeared into the locker room, and Tony waited outside. Eventually, one of Harry's teammates came out and waved him over.

"Mr Stark? Harry got side tracked slightly by our coach, and the equipment manager. He just now got into the shower. Would you like to wait for him inside?" The boy asked. He was already dressed in street clothes.

"Sure, if that's allowed?" Tony said, following the boy into the locker room. The rest of Harry's team were pulling on shoes, or packing up bags of equipment. They trickled out in groups, until he was alone.

Just then, Harry came around the corner, wearing nothing but a tiny, white towel. Tony's mouth went dry at the sight he made. His back and shoulders were lightly muscled and defined. His arms, chest, and abs, ripped. Droplets of water ran down his neck from his wet hair, and continued down his chest. Tony wanted to follow those droplets with his tongue.

"I'm sorry you had to wait so long. My sabre was damaged during the bout, and I had to talk to our equipment manager. Just let me get dressed, then we can go." Harry said, pulling clothes out of the locker he had hung them in earlier.

"Oh, don't get dressed on my account. I am very much enjoying the view." Tony said, slightly breathless. He leaned against the locker behind Harry, slowly running his gaze down Harry's body.

Harry smirked. He turned his back to Tony, and dropped his towel casually. Tony choked slightly, looking at his firm, muscular ass fully on display. Harry bent over a little, pulling on a pair of light blue boxer briefs. As soon as they were on, he turned around. Tony could see that he was semi-erect, and the sight made his mouth water.

"Tease. You are a horrible tease." Tony said, voice husky with arousal.

"Don't I get a congratulations kiss? I was showing off just for you." Harry said, sitting down on the bench, and leaning back slightly.

Tony sauntered forward, and leaned down close to Harry. He bypassed Harry's lips completely, and ran his tongue up the side of Harry's neck, up to his ear. "You have no idea what you are playing with. I want to hold you down, and lick every drop of water off of your body. Then fill that gorgeous ass of yours." Tony whispered in his ear, causing him to moan slightly. Tony pulled back, looking into those eyes. "I am trying to be a good boy- a role I am not used to playing. I will have you in my bed, eventually. It is only a matter of time." Tony said, then leaned down and claimed Harry's lips in a bruising kiss.

Harry stood up, still connected to Tony's mouth. He backed Tony into the locker, gripping his hips tightly. "I have no doubt that you are right. This is inevitable, but I don't bottom. Not anymore." Harry said. He leaned forward, lightly rubbing their erections together. "Can you handle that?" He asked, wrenching a moan from Tony.

"Anything you want, I can handle, baby." Tony said, thrusting his hard cock against Harry's causing him to groan. Harry backed up slightly, causing Tony to whine quietly.

"Let's go someplace more private. Anyone could walk in here at any moment." Harry said. Tony tried to tamp down his arousal, but it was so hard! Pun intended. Harry dressed swiftly, and they quickly left the campus.

They arrived at Stark Tower. The building wasn't finished completely, but the penthouse where Tony was staying was. "Are you hungry? I could order some takeout." Tony said, trying to will away his erection.

Harry looked Tony over, eyes pausing over his still prominant erection. He licked his lips, unconsciously. Causing Tony to moan at the thought of that tongue on his cock.

"Why don't you let me take care of that, first." Harry said, nodding at Tony's crotch.

Tony groaned, throwing his head back slightly. "I thought you didn't want to have sex, yet." Tony said.

"I don't. But that's not all we can do." Harry said, then pushed Tony against the wall. Harry kissed him, hungrily. Tony felt his hands undoing his belt, and he panted in anticipation. Harry unzipped his pants slowly, cupping Tony's aching cock. Tony bucked his hips into Harry's hand, begging for more friction.

Harry bit down on Tony's neck, causing his hips to thrust forward as he moaned. Tony felt Harry's warm hand grip around his cock, and he moaned loudly at the dual stimulation. Harry pulled Tony's pants and boxers down, then dropped to his knees. Tony almost came at the sight of those verdant eyes looking up at him in pure lust.

Harry stared at Tony's cock, lightly pumping his hand up and down. He leaned forward, licking a drop of precome off of the tip. Tony closed his eyes in reaction, then opened them again, quickly. He didn't want to miss a moment of this. Harry licked him from base to tip, one hand lightly cradling his balls. Tony could not stop moaning, and when Harry sucked the tip into his mouth, he stopped trying.

"Harry! That's it, gorgeous. Suck my cock." Tony moaned. Harry sucked in as much of Tony as he could, running his tongue along the underside as he went. Tony was losing his mind. The feeling of Harry's mouth was heaven, and he thrusted lightly in response. Harry started sucking harder, savoring the pleasure he was giving Tony.

Harry moved one of his hands, and reached down to undo his own pants. His erection was trapped painfully, and he needed some relief. Tony looked on, as Harry continued to suck his cock skillfully, and saw Harry pull his own cock out. Harry tugged on his cock a few times, causing him to moan around Tony's. Harry started sucking in earnest, causing Tony's thought processes to stutter to a halt.

Tony gripped the back of Harry's head, pulling him further down his cock. Tony could feel his orgasm coming. "Harry, I am about to come." He warned, giving Harry the chance to back away. Instead, Harry moaned in answer, and sucked even harder. Tony's orgasm hit him hard. So strong, he saw spots. He came, screaming, down Harry's throat.

Tony opened his eyes, and saw Harry wipe some come that had escaped his mouth off of his chin. He sucked his finger into his mouth, and it was the hottest thing Tony had ever seen. "Fuck." He groaned. He came out of his fog, noticing Harry was slowly pulling himself off. 'We can't have that now, can we?' He thought to himself. He pulled Harry off the floor, then pushed him down on the large sofa. "My turn, gorgeous. I'm gonna make you come so hard." He promised lowly, then pulled Harry's pants down.

The cock he unveiled was beautiful. Harry was large, he guessed around nine inches. He was thick, and he had no hair at all in his groin area. "God! You have a gorgeous cock, Harry." Tony said, gripping his erection with his hand.

Harry thrust his hips, moaning at Tony's skilled hands on him. "Please, Tony." Harry begged, pushing his hips up off of the couch. The picture he made, made Tony's spent dick twitch- he was just too hot!

"I'll take good care of you, I promise." Tony said, and then he sucked Harry's cock into his mouth, as far as it could go. He licked, and sucked, and nibbled Harry into a frenzy. Tony started lightly stroking Harry's perineum, causing him to moan, loudly. He pushed a finger against Harry's entrance, lightly. Not penetrating, just making itself known. The light pressure was too much for Harry. He called out a warning, then came down Tony's throat. He swallowed all Harry had to give him, licking his spent cock clean. Harry moaned, collapsing, spent onto the sofa.

"You look like an angel when you come." Tony said, lying next to Harry and putting his arm around his waist. He stroked Harry's side tenderly, waiting for him to come down from his orgasm. "I'm starving. How about I order some pizza? You can eat pizza, right?" Tony said. He wasn't sure what male models ate, the female ones he had been around hardly ate anything.

Harry snorted slightly. "Pizza is fine. I eat what I want. You are delicious, by the way." Harry said, giving him a crooked grin.

Tony groaned. "Cheeky. I like it." He said, kissing Harry quickly. He leaned back, grabbing his phone, and placing the order. They rearanged their clothing, and cuddled on the couch together. "How about we play twenty questions? I want to know more about you." Tony said.

"Sure. What are the rules?" Harry asked.

"Well, we don't have to answer everything. But what we do answer needs to be honestly." Tony said, pulling Harry closer.

"Ok. I'll go first." Harry said, getting a nod from Tony. "How old are you?" Harry asked.

Tony raised his eyebrow. He guessed Harry was easing into the questions tamely. "I am 30. I will be 31 on May 29th. How old are you?" Tony asked.

"I am 20. I will be 21 on July 31st. Does the age difference bother you?" Harry asked.

Tony hummed, thinking about it for a second. He knew Harry was younger than him, but thought he was probably 22 or so. The difference really didn't matter to Tony. "As long as you are legal, I won't let it bother me." He said. "How did you get that scar on your shoulder?" Tony had noticed it briefly in the locker room.

"Ah." Harry said, leaning back. "That was my Father's parting gift to me when he threw me out. He slammed me against the wall, into a display of weapons that was hanging there. My shoulder was somehow impaled on one of them." Harry said.

Tony clenched his teeth. 'Lord Potter had better hope he never meets me in a dark alley.' Tony thought, as he reached over, rubbing Harry's shoulder in comfort. "What a prick." Tony muttered.

"How old were you when you lost your virginity?" Harry asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"I was fourteen. It was with a woman. What about you? Have you ever been with a woman?" Tony asked.

Harry shuddered comically. "No. I never would, either. Straight sex is icky sounding. Just, no." Harry said, causing Tony to laugh out loud. The pizza arrived, and they settled down on the floor, putting their dinner on the coffee table. They each ate a piece quickly, surprised at how hungry they were.

As they started on their second pieces, Harry asked, "How many people have you had sex with, approximately."

Tony gulped slightly. "I am not sure, really. I used sex as an escape from reality for a long while. I know I have only slept with a few men, maybe five?" He said, unsurely.

Harry's eyes widened slightly at the number. How could he compare to that many? Then he saw Tony's anxious face, and he decided the past was the past. As long as Tony did not cheat on him, he wouldn't let it cloud their relationship. Harry smiled at Tony. "The past is the past. It doesn't matter anymore." Harry said in reassurance.

Tony leaned forward, kissing him softly. He was glad Harry would not hold it against him. "You, are a doll. How old were you when you lost it?" Tony asked, continuing the game.

Harry's face closed off, slightly. "I was fifteen. He was thirty seven." Harry said, causing Tony to choke on his pepsi.

"What? What happened?" He asked, getting sick to his stomach.

Harry settled back, getting comfortable. "You have to understand, I was devastated by what my Father did. We had never had a close relationship, but I thought his only problem with me being gay would be that there would be no children to carry on the bloodline. I explained to him that me and my future partner would use a surrogate, but he did not care. He was thoroughly disgusted by who I was." Harry fidgited, running his hand through his messy hair.

"I had been moping about London with my Godfather Sirius when my sexuality hit the papers. It was a HUGE scandal, and my Father went on record, saying he was ashamed of his 'faggot son', and that he would have no contact with me while I was living my 'deviant lifestyle'. Sirius was livid, and he decided to take me travelling until the story blew over." Harry said, eyes looking far away.

Tony was horrified. How could a father treat his own child that way? Yeah, Potter better pray they never met!

"We eventually went to spend a month in France. Sirius' cousin was having a house party over a long weekend. He was sick of me 'hiding myself like I was ashamed', and insisted we get back into society. Narcissa, his cousin, had a son my age. She and her husband Lucius had never been in love. Their marriage was just a political match. They each carried on discrete affairs, and they had no problem with the other doing the same." Harry paused, taking a drink.

"That entire first night, Lucius was watching me. He kept talking to me, like I was an adult, an equal. Lucius is a very attractive man, and he was singling me out for special attention. It felt good. I never thought it would lead to anything. I had just turned fifteen after all, only the week before." Harry continued, pushing his plate away from him.

Tony was angry. He was beyond angry, he was livid! He could tell where this story was headed, and it made him sick. What kind of sick low life took advantage of a vulnerable child?

"I overheard Draco, Lucius and Narcissa's son, making snide remarks about me being a 'shirt lifter', so I left the party, and went to the library. Lucius followed me in there. He started telling me how hot I was, how beautiful. He said he would teach me how to please a man. I was uncomfortable, but then he started touching me. I wanted to be wanted. He took me right there on the chaise lounge. It was painful, and awkward, but he really seemed to enjoy it. I enjoyed his attention. We continued to sleep together while we were in France. The last time, I asked him what would happen when we returned to England. He said 'Nothing. This was just a fling, a distraction- nothing more.' Lucius said I should thank him for all of his 'lessons'. And he left me there, alone in the hotel room." Harry said, sighing.

Tony leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Harry. He kissed him, sweetly. "I am sorry that I dredged up bad memories. You know that he is fully to blame for what happened, right?" He asked, pulling Harry against his chest. It was slightly awkward, as Harry was taller than him, but they made it work.

"Yes. I do now. At the time, I was ashamed. He was probably counting on that, arsehole." Harry said. "That is the reason I don't jump into bed with just anyone. I don't want to be used again." He said, against the side of Tony's neck.

Tony kissed his temple, whispering quietly. "This is so much more than sex to me, Harry. So much more."

Harry closed his eyes, and gloried in the feeling of safety in Tony's arms. "For me too, Tony. For me too."