A/N: Here's some happy.

Tony was drunk.

He'd been plenty buzzed earlier but now he was completely plastered, sitting down in his workshop and tinkering with the one thing that he shouldn't have been since all it did was make him think of Steve Rogers every time he tightened a bolt.

But he couldn't stop himself.

He grabbed the bottle of scotch at his side and took a swig, swallowing and letting out a sigh. "Good stuff," he whispered, reaching for a wrench.

"Mister Stark, there is a visitor," Jarvis said, taking him out of his work.

"Who is it?"

"It's Mister Rogers, sir."

He paused. "Steve's here?"

"Yes sir, should I let him in?"

Tony shook his head. "No."

"Sir, he is being quite insistent."

Tony glared. "Grow a spine, Jarvis. Tell him I'm busy."

He went back to his work and Jarvis cut through his quiet again.

"Sir, he is…"

Tony stood up, throwing down the wrench in his hand and pounding up the stairs straight to the front door where he opened it with an angry slam. "I told you not to come back. What do you want, Rogers? Haven't had enough, huh? Want to actually tear my heart out now?"

Steve said, "I came to…"

"Go home, Steve. I'm done, remember?"

Steve nodded. "I do, but I…I talked to Peggy."

Tony smiled coldly. "Ah, I see. She told you about the bike."

Steve frowned. "Bike?"

Tony stepped back and said, "Come in," walking ahead and down the stairs to his workshop. Steve followed silently and when he walked through the door Tony heard the other man gasp.

"It's not done," Tony said quickly, not looking at him.

"It's beautiful," Steve whispered hoarsely.

It was the last motorcycle that he remembered riding and had thought burned. Tony had painted the outside red, white, and blue and it wasn't finished but he saw the beginning of his shield being outlined on the outside. "I didn't…it's not finished," Tony explained.

Steve nodded. "I didn't know you could…I didn't know you could draw."

Tony frowned, turning away. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Rogers. And you didn't have to come here, it's your bike I was gonna give it to you when I was done."

"I…I wanted to come," Steve whispered, "When did you…why did you do this?"

Tony looked at him in disbelief. "You even have to ask? We're done, Steve. You saw it, you can leave now."

Steve's eyes filled with tears as he took in the painstakingly detailed design and knew Tony had probably had to completely rebuild the entire body. The fact that he'd gotten this far in such a short time meant he'd spent more hours on it than he should have. "Tony, I'm…"

"Goodnight Steve."

Steve nodded and wiped his face, turning and walking towards the door.

"That's it? We're done?" Tony asked, his voice thickening with each word.

Steve turned and said, "You asked me to leave."

Tony laughed angrily. "I asked you to leave; it doesn't mean I want you to leave! I…fuck you, Steve. Seriously, I can't…after all of this you're gonna throw it all away because I looked into your life. Go ahead, pry into mine, I don't give a shit as long as I can have you! I can't believe I fell for your Mister Nice Guy act and fell in love with such a fucking idiot!"

Steve paled. "You're in love with me?"

Tony turned away, walking back towards the bike. Steve ran up and turned him angrily. "Tony, answer me!"

Tony did, his eyes filled with tears. "So you can use it against me, Rogers?"

"Stop calling me that," Steve whispered.

"Why? It remind you of when we hated each other? When you wanted nothing to do with me like you do now? When…"

Steve cut him off with a kiss, shoving his tongue down Tony's throat and grabbing on to him tight enough to hurt. He grabbed the back of his head and held on until he pulled back to let the other man breathe, his breath coming out heavy against Tony's neck.

They were both silent for several minutes, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room.

"I love you Steve. I do. Not sure I still want to, but it's kind of hard not to when I've only just started. Kinda sucks actually," Tony laughed, swallowing.

Steve lifted his head, kissing him again. "I'm sorry. I…I don't like people spying on me."

Tony shook his head. "I wasn't spying. I was…I missed you, I just wanted to…I needed to know more. Sounds kinda nuts when you think about it but it was sort of a compulsion."

"A compulsion? Hmm," Steve whispered, running his hand up the back of Tony's shirt, "I can understand that."

Tony sighed, pulling himself closer. "I think…we need to take this somewhere more comfortable. As much as sex on a desk is in my top ten places to have sex, it's not entirely made for a first time."

Steve smiled and Tony kissed him lazily, slowly tasting the inside of his mouth and pressing their bodies closely together. "No, it's not…Tony I…I trust you. I…I love you so much, it's so hard to..."

Tony frowned. "For real this time, right? We're not gonna suddenly throw another tantrum when you find out I have one of your original costumes in a display case behind that wall? And a couple of shields? Because I don't. Not at all."

Steve laughed. "You do not…do you?"

Tony grabbed the front of Steve's pants and pulled, leading him towards the stairs easily. "Maybe…though I think the best thing I got was this little book with pictures in it that some…"

Steve pounced on him then, pressing Tony down on to the stairs as he was kissed thoroughly and mercilessly till he could barely breathe.

Tony blushed and Steve began unbuttoning his shirt. "Wow, I did not expect me being a fanboy stalker would turn you on this much."

Steve grinned and ran a hand down his chest, making his breath hitch. "Me either, but knowing you actually spent money obsessively collecting memories about me is kind of sweet."

"Captain America's number one turn on. Sweet. Does this mean when every time I," Steve began to lick circles along the edge of the arc reactor in his chest, "Bring home a kitten we're gonna have sex? Cuz I can build a," Steve began to suck on his nipple, "cat town in the basement of every house I own…shit,

don't stop."

Steve lifted his head, shaking it. "Bedroom, now," he grunted, standing and lifting Tony with both arms as he kissed him again.

They made their way up the stairs and Tony pulled his mouth away, "Keep going, right…yes!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The scene I wrote as was is against the site's guidelines so I've posted it to my LJ and the editor for the site will not allow me to post a link though there is one in my author profile. My LJ name is kinneytaylor. There will be MANY scenes in this story I will have to do the same to, but I don't want to try and censor them into something more tame so this will have to do. Sorry.

Steve was quiet. "I never would want to hurt you and I don't…it isn't about you having…being…with other people. It's safe."

Tony kissed his hand. "I don't want to use them if we don't have to."

Steve lifted his head and their eyes locked, making Steve swallow and whisper, "Okay."

He laid his head back on Tony's chest, kissing the reactor there.

"Weirdo."

"It keeps you alive, it's…important to me," Steve whispered.

Tony was quiet.

"That was…probably the best sex I've ever had. You know that, right?"

Steve tried not to feel smug, but smiled still. "No, I didn't know that."

Tony pulled on his arm and he crawled up to where they laid side by side, their mouths close enough to kiss. Steve ran a hand through Tony's hair and whispered, "I'm sorry I almost kept us from this."

Tony kissed him. "Me too. I forgive you though."

He smiled. "I figured that out about a half hour ago."

They lay there just staring, both men sticky and sated. When Tony's eyes started to droop Steve pulled up the blanket over them and kissed him, whispering, "Go to sleep, Tony. I'm not going anywhere."

Tony shook his head. "I'm fine."

Steve smiled. "You're exhausted, I'm exhausted. Go to sleep," he pulled Tony close and wrapped his arms around Tony from behind.

"I don't like not seeing you," Tony admitted.

"You can feel me, can't you?" Steve whispered, pressing against him.

"Tease," Tony yawned.

"Go to sleep, that's an order," Steve said quietly.

Tony yawned again. "Yes Captain."

Seconds later he was asleep and Steve stared at him. He couldn't believe what had happened, he almost didn't want to fall asleep either for fear he'd wake up from this wonderful dream. He kissed Tony's temple and whispered, "I love you," closing his eyes and falling asleep as well.