The Bitter Suite

Chapter 11

Authors note: Sorry for the long delay, been busy time at work and I'm laid up on a dislocated foot sighs. Pain and writing do not go well together. Hope this makes up for the delay.

As Tony kissed Steve, pulling his head in closer, Steve shoved him hard against the wall. Tony reacted instantly, his hands searching out the pleasure spot most people had on their back. He was betting that it was something the Soldier knew nothing about. He won as well, by the look of the glassy sheen of passion in his eyes as they kissed. "Www what was that?" he asked softly, leaning on Tony's shoulder for support.

"My dear virgin, that is one of a thousand pleasure spots on your body, which I am going to use liberally to my wicked advantage to try and get you into bed with me." Tony answered with a smirk, as he trailed the other hand up to rub behind his ear.

"Oh Lord." Steve murmured. "You don't need to lure me anywhere, I will freely go anywhere you want me to." he promised.

"Does that mean I can stop?" Tony asked with a smirk.

"God no!" he murmured, eyes widening in embarrassment at his words. Blushing a deep shade of scarlet.

Tony chuckled deep in his throat, "So the little virgin is enjoying dipping his toe into the sea of passion I can offer him then?" Kissing and nibbling down his neck, running his tongue along Steve's collar bone.

"Oh Lord yes." Steve moaned softly. Lost to know what to do in return, barely able to form words, or thoughts he was so lost in the sensations his body was experiencing. His hands slipping down to Tony's belt, fumbling uncomfortably with his buckle. He was red, he wasn't used to trying to undress anyone else and was clearly screwing it up.

Tony took his hand away, tracing his finger over the pulse point, inciting fresh gasps from the soldier. "No your first time is always a gift. Just lay back, relax, and enjoy yourself." he whispered. He pressed Steve back on the bed firmly, removing his shirt slowly, seductively, kissing down the serum perfected six pack.

Steve tried to concentrate, to clear his mind from the fuzz stopping him from being able to think clearly. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked softly, biting his lip, a faint blood trail dripping from his lip.

Tony lifted his head to look him in the eyes, "I know you have fantasised about this for a very long time, why resist this?"

Steve put a hand on his chest just below the arc reactor, to try and hold him back. "Because I want you to want this as much as I do. I want this to be real for both of us. Not for it to be the drink, or the confinement, or just the fact you are needy. I need to know that..." His voice broke, unable to finish what he was saying.

Tony looked at him sadly, "Do you think so little of me that you think I would take your virginity as a joke or a bet? I may be a playboy, but I have never slept with anyone who has been unwilling." He was hurt, more hurt then he had thought possible by the words and close to tears.

That broke Steve's heart, and without thinking he pulled him back down for another tender kiss. Trying to comfort him in the only way he could think of. "I can wait for you forever, if you need me too." he offered.

"Maybe I don't want to wait anymore, maybe I'm finally ready to accept what I am and who I'm actually in love with!" Tony exploded. He looked deep into Steve's eyes. stroking his cheek gently. "I am completely, impossibly lost, head over heels in love with you. From the first time we met there was a light around you so pure, so perfect that I knew I could never do without it. Every time I'm near you, I feel so different, so much better, just for being at your side. When you smile at me, my heart skips a beat. When we are apart, all I can think of is seeing you again. When we are together, I feel like I could do anything.

Yes I admit the whole fact that you are a man disturbs me. I never looked at a man before the way I look at you. I have to keep looking at girls to make sure I still like them. And there is no other man apart from you I can even think about in that way. I keep thinking that there's something wrong with me, that I need to punish myself, or get my head on right or something. That I shouldn't have these feelings about a MAN! If you only had breasts, I know I wouldn't have thought twice about it. I'd have taken you to my bed, tied you up, and kept you there forever." Tony said softly.

He took Steve's hand for comfort before he could try to carry on, stroking across the palm softly. "Its taken a hell of a lot of soul searching, and Odin knows how much whisky to be able to say this. Popp's baby boy wasn't brought up to think such things are..." Tony closed his eyes and found his whisky glass to empty it. Pacing the room while he finished his little speech. "Well lets just say there was a slight fling when I was 17, with a man from college. I was stoned, he was drunk. My father caught us in bed together. He'd been searching all day on a lead looking for you..." Tony broke off tears in his eyes, "We it didn't go well, not any of it, he'd gone to a few bars on the way home, and got in a state and then to find what he found..."

Steve listened in shocked confusion at the tale, "Howard, he hit you?" The Howard he had known was a really good man, he could never have laid a finger on anyone in anger. What had happened to him?

Tony turned slightly, and unlaced his belt to drop his trousers slightly to show off his lover back, and rear view. Pulling his tee shirt off slowly to show a dozen or more faint scars crossing his spine.

Steve came over the side of the bed, to stand behind him, running his fingers over the marks on his back. "Is that a belt buckle?" he asked, trying to chase the shape of the scar tissue.

Tony nodded, the tears falling softly, he didn't trust himself to speak right now. His whole body shaking from trying not to allow the other to notice his weakness, and the water on his face right now.

Steve carried on chasing down his spine as he noticed a long sharp scar stretching over his hip bone. "Tell me this wasn't him as well please?" he asked softly. It looked like it had been made by broken glass, that it had been stitched up badly and not healed right.

"That was something else, much later." he rasped. Flinching at the bare nakedness of something touching and exploring the wounds he'd hidden for so very long, on his body and staining his soul.

"My poor baby, my sweet angel." Steve murmured, kissing down the wounds so very gently. "I am so sorry for you pain. Let me make it better, please."

Tony's tears fell harder as the other kissed down the tortures of his skin. When he finished on Tony's back, he turned him around and checked his chest for any more. Pausing to kiss down a line of cigarette burns crossing his stomach. He tentatively touched the cool steel of the arc reactor. Not knowing if he dared to touch it anymore then that. "Can I hurt you?" he asked softly.

"You could never hurt me." Tony whispered back. Giving himself over stiffly, nervously to the administrations. He'd always liked to be in control of everything, after the beatings and rapes he ahd endured, keeping always in control of everything his whole life. Never giving himself freely to anyone, keeping himself balanced, calm and controlled. To let that go now was difficult to say the least.

Very, very slowly Steve moved closer to his chest, gently pressing his lips to where the cool metal touched the chilled flesh. Kissing around the bare edges of the reactor. Tony froze at the first touch, but slowly gave into the sensations. Those soft and gentle lips probing his skin. He moaned loudly, inciting Steve to trail kisses across his toned stomach as well.

"That is cruel!" Tony growled deep in his throat. He grabbed Steve's shoulders and slammed him back onto the breakfast table, ripping off the rest of their clothing as he did so. Pressing their lips together in desperate, hungry need. Nipping at Steve's lip, drawing blood, then licking it away again gently. The feeling of their naked bodies pressing together more then he could take. He ground his crotch against the Soldier, as they both cried out in pleasure. He bit down on Steve's collar bone, marking his property, his man as his very own. Stroking his hand down his inner thighs. Lifting the other man's hip higher, wrapping his legs around his back.

"How?" Steve asked, he wasn't exactly sure what went on between two men. He didn't want to screw things up.

"Shhhhhh." Tony whispered, he wrapped his lips around Steve's shaft sucking softly, running his tongue over the tip, teasing it. Steve lost himself in the pleasure building inside of himself, his mind not able to concentrate on anything but the stream of moans escaping from his mouth.

Tony licked his fingers, using one to start teasing Steve, who winced as the first finger entered him. It was uncomfortable, and almost sore. Tony sucked harder on his length to distract him form the pain. Slowly as the moans returned, Tony worked at stretching him, adding an extra finger, teasing, tormenting, probing. As the moans grew to an obscene level, Tony pressed himself at the edge, slowing pumping forwards.

"Are you ready/" he asked, "Do you want this?"