Stranger in a Familiar Land

by MerrickBelle

Tony Stark has secrets. Despite riches and fame, he has few true friends and little life outside of Iron Man. Which is who everyone seems to want, except Pepper. Pepper hates Iron Man, but he can't change what he is. Harry Potter has no idea what life after death holds, but he can't go back, can't undo what has been done. The only way is forward, for both of them (SLASH) Harry/Tony

14. In The Realm of The Senses

Hello again my lovelies! First I want to thank everyone for their patience and support during my absence! As you can see I was able to post this new Chapter for you. I am back, kinda. Updates will be slow for the time being as I juggle a few things in my personal life as well as trying to write. Thankfully I believe things will continue to settle down. Please pay attention to all Tags and Warnings for each Chapter that is put up. Chapters like this are the reason why I have them! Love to you all!
~ Belle

A/N: Warning for language and graphic slash sex. That means sex between two men. Don't like it, please read something else. Also a MAJOR WARNING for some BDSM. This includes D/s games, rough sex, choking, mild bondage, and mild breeding kink.

I'm sorry if this is not your cup of tea, but this was factored in before I even started writing this story. It will not change, I will not tolerate flames on it. However, this sort of play will not color every sex scene within the story.

This chapter also takes place within Harry's or Lotus's mind. Kinda like a dreamscape, so not everything will be perfectly accurate.

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For a long time, Tony simply holds Harry while he rests against him, and thinks about the magnitude of the information Harry has presented to him. Tony was not a religious man, but Harry claimed there are multiple gods scattered around many universes. Primals, Roman, Grecian Norse, and so many more unmentioned. His claims that, Harry himself, was closely connected to one, the Death entity, specifically. Pushing aside his difficulty in believing such a being actually existed for the moment, Tony snorts softly to himself. Mentally picturing the reaction of most of Earth's monotheistic religions going completely nuts if they ever came across undeniable proof of Harry's claims. Gods that were according to Harry, for the most part only highly advanced alien races overwhelming and dazzling, ignorant primitive man. Tony didn't have much of an opinion one way or another at this point. Too many weird things happen in his life for him to dismiss Harry's words as untrue out of hand.

Still, the idea was...perception altering.

If Gods were real, even as Alien Races rather than Divine Mystical beings, then why couldn't magic be real as well?

Tony struggled silently with the concept. He did not like the idea of magic. It was too wild, too unpredictable. He couldn't control it or understand it. It seemed to be the opposite of everything Tony held faith in. Science was logical, precise. It had rules and laws that could sometimes be bent or manipulated. Some Tony had found, could be broken. But overall, it was easily understandable to him. Like a unique language; different Science disciplines were simply different dialects stemming from the same mother language at their root. Acknowledging magic as valid seemed somehow a betrayal of a system that had been so generous to him all of his life. Without science to focus on, Tony felt sure his highly intelligent brain would have turned on him a long time ago. Whether out of frustration, boredom or self-hatred who knew? Tony had spiraled into some dark places in his lifetime emotionally.

Huffing softly to himself under his breath, Tony shoves those thoughts away. Those times were in the past and not really helpful to the situation at hand. He turns his attention back to the dilemma he was wrestling with.

Magic. Was. Real.

According to Harry.

Who also, may or may not be a figment of his vivid imagination.

Tony still half believed this version of Harry was simply a collection of odd bits of information that his drunken synapsis' had thrown together after he'd passed out somewhere. Resulting in this oh so delightfully baffling scenario. But again, that was a whole other complicated problem he was not ready to make a decision about at this time. One reality destroying problem at a time.

Back to magic.

As he mulled this new bit of information over, Tony decided to move on from trying to simply accept it for now and instead turned his thoughts to figuring out how it fit in with the rest of existence. Everything in life was in some kind of balance, even if most people were unaware of this balance, it was still there. Science had proven this time and again over the years, even before Tony's arrival into the world.

Everything had a counterbalance. Tony had always thought the counterbalance to Science was Art. Creative mind vs. logical mind. But now he wondered if the counterbalance wasn't magic instead. Or maybe magic fell into the Art category? No. That couldn't be entirely right. Harry said that while a large part of magic was intuitive, creating new spells was taxing, precise, and logical. An endeavor that could take an entire lifetime of study to accomplish depending on what the effects were trying to be created. The creator had to follow certain rules within various disciplines for a new spell to come into being correctly. However, there again was that intuitive magic, or wild magic. There were just too many variables, so Tony scrapped the idea of magic being a counterbalance to Science, or a missing piece of the Art field.

Magic seemed to be a full-bodied entity all in and of itself. Alright, he could tentatively accept that. However, where did it fit in with the rest of reality as Tony knew it? On Harry's version of Earth, back in his first lifetime, magic had been hidden away from the non-magically talented. Those gifted with the ability were only a small percentage of the world's overall human population. Which meant it was genetic. Passed down through families as a recessive gene in most cases. The exceptions being the Purebloods that Harry mentioned. Even within this small group, there were issues. Infertility had apparently become a threatening problem as new generations came into being with a shrinking Pureblood genetic pool. Add in their rampant prejudice against the 'muggleborns' and you have a looming societal Armageddon.

Obviously, Purebloods were complete morons. Gene diversity was a simple concept. Even children knew what it was in at least a basic censored way.

Harry's sarcastic tone of voice when discussing them before indicated his opinion of them was much in line with Tony's own. Harry's Wizarding World had isolated itself so thoroughly from events going on around them that the failing of their culture and way of life was only a matter of time. Science could have saved them, but only if they had let go of their hatred, which many had been unwilling to do at the time that Harry was there.

Reincarnation was another issue that Tony finds himself struggling with, mostly because the concept of a 'soul' was hard for him to visualize. Tony finds himself unable to deny that Harry is very convincing, despite Tony's personal misgivings. Too many details, too much real emotion. Either Harry was absolutely insane and utterly delusional, or...or this may have really happened. And if that was real, then Harry being an alien was also likely real. Tony stares blankly at the living room wall as the weight of this realization settled over him. Suppose...that Tony let himself believe that Harry was a real alien. Then that meant Harry really was traveling on a ship to somewhere just beyond Pluto. It meant that Harry was coming home in two and a half years. It meant Harry was going to wake up and come back to him. Just like he said he would. The issue of magic could wait on the back burner. Tony realized it was not something he was going to resolve internally anytime soon.

Bringing his mind back to the present, Tony shakes his head, brushing the ridiculous thoughts away. Tony couldn't afford to let himself fully believe that yet. He could allow himself to hope cautiously, but that was all. His logical, rational mind would not agree with his heart on this. Harry might come back, or he might not. Everything was still undetermined as far as Tony was concerned. All of this was terribly difficult to take seriously though Tony badly wanted to. He'd wait the time Harry asked him for, but until then, Tony would not form an opinion.

He would check out the golem's body, no matter how much the idea made him uncomfortable. Tony needed proof, and Harry had given him permission...kinda. He wasn't going to look too deeply into the logistics of that one, considering approval was given to him by what he thought was a hallucination. Tony resolves himself to researching the hell out of everything once he had access to Jarvis again. Truthfully Tony does not expect to find much, but it would give him something to do in his free time while he waited.

Until then, Tony decides he is going to enjoy the time he has with Harry now. Especially if this was all a drunken induced hallucination. Which brought up a whole new host of oddities that Tony has noticed since waking up in this strange place. Hours had passed, and nothing outside of the shift in daylight had changed. Neither of them had become hungry or had the urge to use the bathroom. Tony sure as hell hadn't woken up to find himself back in Stark Tower, and this hallucination seemed like it was taking too long.

However, Tony did not know what else to call it, and they couldn't escape the house, or even phone out for help. The whole thing was simply confusing. Harry wasn't any more knowledgeable about their situation than Tony was. So it would seem that for now, they were left to their own devices, until they either figured out the point of them being stuck here, or they were released. Tony really hated that idea. Hated feeling trapped and unable to move about as he pleased. Usually, being stuck somewhere meant something unpleasant was going to happen to him.

It made him twitchy.

Firmly Tony turned his thoughts away from that track. It led nowhere good. He would only drive himself up a wall venturing down that line of thinking. Instead, he turns his attention to Harry, who was sprawled out in Tony's lap. Boneless and content, a living breathing blanket of warmth and soft feathers. The slender man's eyes were closed, and his chest rose and fell gently, indicating he had fallen asleep or was very near sleep.

Tony rests his chin on top of Harry's mop of black hair, eyes wandering over the expanse of wing feathers covering the both of them. Tony might have called them ridiculous earlier, but the truth was they were stunningly beautiful. They fascinated him. How did a Valkyrie fly with such large heavy wings? Their bones weren't hollow like a bird's, and the wings were attached wrong to physically hold their weight. Still, Harry says he can fly. That he loves flying when he can find the time and somewhere away from prying human eyes. Maybe it was more of that magic Harry says they use to hide them from the humans around them.

Curiously, Tony raises a hand and reaches out to stroke along one wing, finding the feathers to be incredibly pleasant to touch. Harry hums quietly against Tony's neck, showing he was a little more awake and aware then Tony had thought him to be. Harry's breath lightly tickles Tony's neck a little as Tony sinks his fingers between the feathers and runs his hand through them. Slowly the one wing stretches out to the side, light glinting of sleek black feathers, giving Tony more space to explore. He does this for several minutes, taking note of the little shivers it causes in Harry, but not paying them much attention since the other man did not complain.

Shifting a little so Tony could use his other hand to toy gently with the feathers where they connected to Harry's bare back. Harry hums under his breath again, shamelessly arching a bit in a wordless request for continued attention. Tony willingly complies with the silent demand for more petting, a tiny smile quirking his lips. Tony closes his own eyes in contentment for a while as he continues to caress the Valkyrie's wings, pulling soft little noises of appreciation from Harry's throat. The sounds were strange to Tony's ears. Not human. A soft rumble made low in the throat. Not quite purring like a cat would, the pitch was wrong, as was the rhythm, but it was the closest thing Tony could relate it to. It was terribly cute, regardless of its strangeness to Tony's ears. He thought that he could easily get used to it. It was rather soothing in its own way.

It's not until Harry starts squirming in his lap, and arching his wings more firmly into Tony's stroking hands that he opens his eyes again, curious what the other was doing. Tony blinks in slight surprise noticing both wings spread out before him in what struck Tony as a rather submissive pose. Tony pauses in his petting and raises one hand to gently cup Harry's face. Turning his delicate features from the crook of Tony's neck so the billionaire could get a better read on his expression. To Tony's mild surprise, Harry peeks up at him shyly through his dark lashes, silver/green eyes alight, pupils blown a little wider than normal. A faint flush stains his cheekbones, and he was self-consciously nibbling on his lower lip. Tony feels a sharp bolt of heat slither through his belly at the sight.

Tony's eyes drop instinctively to Harry's lap to find him already half erect, the black lounge pants Harry wore doing nothing to disguise the problem. Tony softly draws in a sharp breath, raising his eyes once more as Harry nuzzles into the hand still resting on his cheek. Silver/green eyes flash at Tony playfully when their gaze connects. Tony watches in captivated fascination as a pink tongue darts out to swipe a teasing lick across Tony's palm. Without giving it a second thought, Tony surges forward to capture that tempting mouth in a hungry kiss, pulling Harry closer against him. Harry goes willingly, making soft little submissive sounds in his throat that were skyrocketing Tony's own arousal. But then, it never had taken much of anything for Harry to turn Tony on. Tony quickly found himself dominating the kiss, his fingers tightening in Harry's braid as his tongue stroked Harry's. Tony groans low in his throat when he feels Harry's hips shifting lightly against his own. In retaliation he drags his fingers through Harry's wing feathers again, ripping a desperate moan from Harry and a harsher roll of his hips.

Tony reluctantly breaks the kiss to breathe, leaving Harry panting harshly against his neck. He chuckles, nipping at Harry's ear before he boldly reaches down and slides his hand into the front of Harry's pants. Grasping Harry's hard cock, Tony thumbs at the head, teasingly spreading the slick there over the tip in a circular motion. Harry lets his head fall back, eyes closed as he arches into Tony's touch, trying to get more friction. Tony moves with the motion instead, giving Harry only enough to torment him, not to satisfy. Tony leans in to brush his teeth against Harry's neck, a brief warning before pressing them down into a bite. Harry's hips jerk harshly in Tony's hold, a loud cry tearing itself from the green-eyed man's lips. Harry's hands, which until now had been clasped behind Tony's neck, finally move. One grips Tony's shoulder to help steady himself as Harry brings the other down into Tony's lap, rubbing him through the grey material of his pants. Letting go of Harry's neck with his teeth, Tony groans, reflexively tightening his hold on Harry's dick, pulling another delicious noise from him.

Tony watches as the mark he left on Harry's throat fades away. Curious, he leans forward to bite again. Harry eagerly presses into Tony's teeth, finally forming soft, breathy words. "God Tony, I love when you do that…"

Humming in pleasure at the response, Tony shifts his mouth to a different spot on Harry's neck and sinks his teeth in again. A bit harder this time, as he slides his fingers down from teasing the head of Harry's erection to the hot feminine part of him just below it. Harry's hands slide up into Tony's hair, gripping tightly just as Tony slides his fingers deep into the slick folds of the female part of the Valkyrie in his lap. The action wrenches a guttural, filthy moan from Harry's mouth. Grinning to himself, Tony gently strokes with his fingers. Spreading them out to gently nudge Harry's thighs further apart to give him more room to work. Harry moves smoothly where Tony wants him without protest, eager to have more of Tony's hands on him. Turning his head, Harry captures Tony's mouth in a slow, wet kiss, pushing his hips down onto Tony's fingers inside of him. Tony's a little startled to find just how much of Harry's hot slick was gathered between his slim thighs.

Tony moans softly, breaking the delicious slide of his lip lock with Harry, planting a kiss against Harry's ear as he growls. "Holy fuck Harry...you're soaking wet."

Harry whimpers in return, pressing into Tony's hand again, his voice breathy with desire. "Tony…"

Harry can feel the slow build of heat inside of him, and it leaves him searching for more. Tony's hand is doing wonderfully wicked things, stroking and teasing him inside and out. It was delightful torture, but Harry knew he wouldn't be able to tolerate it for too much longer. It had been too long since he'd had Tony in any carnal sense. Years too long. It was like his body had suddenly woken up from hibernation, raging and starving for Tony's attention. He's never held more than a mild, quickly passing attraction to anyone else over the years, and truthfully Harry had been too busy with his people to pay the fact much attention. Now, though, now it seemed to be coming back to him double. Tony really wasn't doing much, but it still left over sensitive Harry shivery and burning up in the other man's arms.

Expertly Tony continues to caress and stroke, panting harshly against Harry's neck as the Valkyrie wantonly rode Tony's fingers. He moved his fingers in time with Harry's rolling hips, deeply enjoying the faint tremble of excitement in Harry's thighs against him. Every time Harry would tighten around those fingers Tony would groan, picturing his aching cock there instead. Despite the long time they had spent together in the past, Harry had never let Tony penetrate him that way. Vaginal sex had been clearly marked from the beginning as not an option on offer. Harry had never permitted Tony more vaginal penetration than this, or the occasional use of a toy. It hadn't stopped them from having fantastic anal sex, both happily giving or receiving, but damn had it frustrated Tony at times. However, for the time being watching Harry fall apart with Tony using just his fingers was enjoyable enough. It helped too, that each time Harry rolled his hips to pull Tony's stroking fingers deeper into himself, he was rubbing his hard cock against Tony's.

Tony was anticipating Harry hitting his peak shortly when the green eyed man suddenly grabbed Tony's wrist, pulling it away from his body and out of his lounge pants. Confused, but obedient, Tony removes his hand without protest, curious what Harry was going to do next. He watches in silence as Harry removes himself from Tony's lap completely, standing and taking a couple of steps back. Flashing Tony a shy but flirty smile after making sure he has Tony's full attention, Harry's spreads his wings open to their glorious full length. Arching them in an attractive pose and fluffing the feathers a little to make the light glitter off of the iridescent green underside. At first, Tony isn't sure what to make of the show, getting slowly to his feet from the carpeted floor to buy himself a little bit of time to think. Sharp blue eyes sweep over the admittedly beautiful appendages, and appreciatively over Harry's half naked form, carefully inspecting them as he cautiously steps closer. Silver/green eyes follow Tony's movements intently. Harry shifts minutely in time with Tony to give the billionaire the best angle in which to view his wings and body from.

Tony's eyes greedily take in the slender, muscled form standing still in front of him. Harry would never be a hugely muscled or built man. The Valkyrie had more of a swimmer's build. All long legs and tight body. Fit, but not bulging. The tattoos added a new layer to the overall effect. Harry's lips were lightly bruised and puffy from being kissed. Glistening just a bit from where the Valkyrie had licked his lips, giving them a faint wet sheen. Tony had a brief flash of those wonderful lips stretched around his cock and had to suppress a moan. One thing Tony had always loved about Harry was his complete willingness to get on his knees whenever Tony asked. Harry loved sucking cock, and he was fantastic at it as far as Tony's opinion went. Tony could truthfully say that while he had met women that were very talented in this area over the years, Harry blew them all away. He was enthusiastic, willing to experiment, willing to submissive or be aggressive as the mood took them, and genuinely loved doing it, which made all the difference.

Forcing his thoughts back to the matter at hand, Tony turns his attention back to the enticing body in front of him and away from erotic memories. The black lounge pants were loosely hanging from Harry's hip bones, which Tony desperately wanted to leave bite marks on, did nothing to conceal the beautiful curve of Harry's full erection beneath the fabric. Combined with Harry's gorgeous long hair, slightly mussed from their passion earlier and the British man could easily pass as a model damned near anywhere in the professional world, as far as Tony was concerned.

Tony blinks as a low cooing sound reaches his ears. Not the same tone one would use with an infant, but a pitch that brought to mind submissive inquiry. A coaxing sound. Tony offers the Valkyrie a little smile, unsure what response Harry was trying to elicit from him at this point. Harry seemed to be retreating into his alien side, rather than the human Tony was accustomed to seeing. It didn't put him off, though it made him a little cautious. Harry was frankly fascinating and unsettling in odd turns. It kept Tony curious, hungry for more of him, both sexually and intellectually.

Harry visibly preens at Tony's show of interest, and Tony suddenly catches on. Harry was displaying for him, like a bird would to another it was interested in. Harry's odd cooing noise was about Tony's interest in the display. Pushing his amusement aside, suspecting it wouldn't be well received at the moment, Tony makes a point of blatantly looking Harry up and down again. He moves to stand in front of the Valkyrie, reaching out one hand to lightly run his fingertip over Harry's stomach. Tony watches as the muscles twitch in response to his touch. He slides his hand up slowly to the hollow of Harry's collarbone, then moves to tilt Harry's chin up so Tony can kiss him softly on the mouth. Tony keeps the kiss brief, affectionate.

He feels Harry's mouth part in submissive invitation under his lips, but disregards the unspoken invite. Instead, Tony licks Harry's bottom lip and pulls back. Ignoring the green-eyed man's soft noise of protest, he moves to the Valkyrie's neck. Biting him with his blunt teeth, none too gently. He feels Harry jerk under his teeth with a deep moan, tipping his head to the side to give Tony more delicious skin to work with. Tony wetly slides his lips to another spot on Harry's neck, nipping lightly, in contrast to his earlier actions. A soft rustle briefly catches his attention. Flicking his gaze up towards the noise, Tony notes that Harry's wings are trembling just the faintest bit, but the Valkyrie continues to hold the displaying wing pose. Silently Tony wonders why. Was Tony not showing enough interest? Or perhaps he was missing a specific cue?

Tony considers it while he slides his hands down Harry's body to his hips. Then slips his hands into the black lounge pants and cups Harry's bottom in his palms. He gives them a rough squeeze as he bites down on Harry's shoulder, pulling the slender man against his body. Harry bucks in his hands, crying out in pleasure as he wraps his arms around Tony's neck and rolls his hips against Tony's equally hard erection. Causing the man to moan in reply. Tony squeezes Harry's cheeks again before taking one hand out of Harry's pants. Gripping Harry's thigh instead and pulling one leg up a little to wrap around his hip.

Harry eagerly followed the motion, turning his face towards Tony's. Searching out Tony's lips for a kiss as his arms tightened around Tony's neck for balance. Tony happily allows himself to be caught, nipping the Valkyrie's bottom lip before gently dominating his mouth. While keeping Harry's mind occupied with his mouth, Tony shifts his grip to slide his right hand down a little bit further. With Harry positioned like this, and the lounge pants being a little loose, it gives Tony room to slide a fingertip down Harry's parted cheeks to his hole. Rubbing lightly up and down before circling the little rosebud, having no intention of attempting dry penetration, simply teasing. Harry's reaction is beautiful as he messily breaks the kiss, panting Tony's name softly as he tried to arch back into the intimate touch. Unfortunately, this position gave Tony control of Harry's movements, and all Harry accomplished was a whine of frustration when he couldn't maneuver how he wished.

Smiling in amusement despite himself, Tony plants a kiss on Harry's cheek and jokingly gives what he thought was a playful command. "No, Harry. "

Typically Harry brushes such a thing off. Their relationship had always been one of equal exchange, with neither one taking a more dominate or submissive stand. Everything was based on what they felt at the moment, so Tony was unsurprised when Harry pouts at him. However, when Harry doesn't protest, instead merely settles himself back into reluctant stillness, it causes Tony to blink in mild startlement. He wonders at Harry's submissive attitude this time around. Harry was not normally this passive, this willing to be led. Usually, he was just as aggressive as Tony. But, this time felt different. It felt like Tony was missing a cue somewhere and he wasn't sure where to look for it.

Tony was still unsure how much of this was truly Harry, and how much of this was the Valkyrie. He was having trouble meshing the two in his mind. He decides to take a mental step back for a few seconds. Having Harry wrapped around him like this was distracting for obvious reasons. With this thought in mind, he places another soft kiss on Harry's mouth and gently detangles the both of them. Sliding Harry's leg back down and removing his hand from Harry's backside. Harry sighs softly but releases his arms from around Tony's neck, settling back into the displaying position he had held before Tony put his hands on him. Again without any real protest. Keeping sharp eyes on Harry while his thoughts raced, Tony takes a couple of steps away and circles around behind Harry.

Now paying much closer attention to his partner, Tony notices how Harry watches him from the corner of his eye just as attentively. In silence, Tony searches for body language clues to what it is Harry is asking from him. Tony hasn't had to slip into this particular mindset for several years, but he finds the fit immediately familiar and comfortable. He was still uncertain what game Harry was trying to coax him into if that was indeed, what he was attempting to do.

Curious, Tony reaches out to Harry's hair, gently tangling his fingers in the dark locks and tugging sharply. Harry just closes his eyes and follows the direction of Tony's tug, making a content hum to let Tony know he was happy to do so. Tony tilts his head a bit in consideration, loosening his grip in Harry's hair to run his short nails down the back of the Valkyrie's neck as he thought. Absently running his fingers down the tattooed spine to the card through the smaller hypersensitive feathers nearest the skin of Harry's bare back.

Harry shudders, wings dropping from their presenting arc into an unquestionably submissive posture. Tony pauses in his stroking of the smaller more sensitive feathers, quickly taking in the swift change of pose and wondering what had caused it. Could Harry simply not hold the position any longer? Those heavy wings had to be difficult to hold in such a way for an extended period of time. Tony had noted a fine tremor in the feathers beforehand. But perhaps that wasn't it either. Harry's head was bowed, eyes gazing down at the carpet instead of at Tony, though he was clearly very aware of the other.

Tony steps forward, reaching out again to stroke those soft feathers, dropping his mouth to Harry's shoulder. Peppering it in sharp little nips while watching Harry shiver under his touch. After a few moments, Harry cautiously leans back against Tony's chest, green eyes darting up briefly to check such an action was alright. Tony makes no complaint, more than willing to see where this strange dance between them was going. Tony was flying off intuition and reading Harry's submissive body language at this point, but he knew soon he would have to stop this and ask Harry some serious questions before he was willing to move forward with this sort of play. Tony wanted to be absolutely clear on what it was Harry was asking of him. Tony knew what he was thinking of Harry's cues, but he wanted to be sure Harry was thinking along the same lines.

When Harry leans back against him, Tony slides a hand from Harry's back to his chest instead. Thumbing a nipple roughly with his nail, causing Harry to take in a sharp breath. Tony groans softly when Harry teasingly grinds his ass into the front of Tony's pants. Purposely teasing his half hard dick and derailing his thought processes for the moment. Tony makes a mental note that while Harry was willingly submissive for him right now, he was still a mischievous little cock-tease. Tony closes his eyes for a few heartbeats, letting himself enjoy the friction of Harry grinding his delicious little bottom against him. When Tony went to grab Harry's hips with the intent of pulling Harry more firmly against his reawakened erection, the little minx slips suddenly away out of his grasp. Tony makes an irritated noise of frustration as he opens his eyes, narrowing them at Harry, who had taken a couple of steps away from Tony's body. Briefly, he entertains the thought of tossing Harry over the arm of the couch and spanking his pert teasing bottom until it was a lovely blush pink.

Oblivious to Tony's thoughts, Harry grins cheekily over his shoulder at him. Before Tony can make up his mind on how to respond to the defiant gesture, Harry raises his hands to wiggle his fingers at him. Successfully catching his partner's curious attention, Harry then drops them to his hips, pleased when Tony's blue eyes followed. Playfully Harry lets his fingers tease along the edge of his black lounge pants. With a showy little roll of his hips, Harry slides them down his thighs, then down and off. Leaving himself completely nude for Tony's viewing pleasure. Purposely showing off his bottom with a little wiggle as he bends down, then tosses them away carelessly. He can feel the heat of Tony's gaze of his skin the entire time. Straightening up, Harry eyes Tony coyly from over his shoulder, the tilt of his chin clearly defiant, silver/green eyes glinting in a blunt challenge.

Instantly Tony is on him, roughly grabbing Harry's wrists and pulling them sharply behind his back in a tight grip before he can really think about or censor his first emotional response. Harry moans happily and pushes back into Tony's bruising grip, confirming the man's half-formed suspicions at how Harry wanted to play this. With his free hand, Tony harshly yanks the hair tie from the end of Harry's braid, looping it firmly about the Valkyrie's wrists. He checks that it wasn't tight enough to cut off circulation, but was snug enough to leave marks, and for Harry to feel it each time he moved his arms. It wasn't enough to stop Harry from getting loose if he wanted to, but it gave the impression of being restrained. Which Harry was all for, if the way he rolls his wrists to test it, and then hummed softly in contentment, was any indication.

Resting his hands on Harry's bare hips firmly, Tony leans forward to murmur in Harry's ear, his tone no nonsense. "How far do you want this to go, Harry? I need some kind of idea what you're needing or wanting."

Harry hums softly, leaning his head back on Tony's shoulder and nuzzling into the man's cheek, his voice slow, rough, like he was searching carefully for the words coming out of his mouth. Or he was having difficulty making himself talk. Tony made a mental note to keep an eye on that.

"Dominate me, Tony. Hurt me a little, " Harry gave a little hot breathy sigh directly into Tony's ear as he continued to speak, grinding his ass firmly into Tony's very interested dick. "You can punish me if you want. Oh, please say you'll punish me? You will, won't you Tony? Please?"

Harry lightly licks Tony's jaw line, his voice low and dark with promise. "Anything you want Tony, you can take it. You don't have to ask. I'll let you know if I don't like something."

Tony lets out a harsh breath, his cock jumping at the thought. Various ideas flying through his mind simultaneously as his hands loosened a little on Harry's hips, giving him more room to rub against Tony's crotch. Dropping his eyes down, Tony can plainly see just how excited Harry was. The Valkyrie was at full mast, clear liquid pearled at his flushed tip and slowly leaking down the shaft. Tony brings one of his hands down, using his thumb to tease the head of Harry's cock in a slow circular motion. It causes Harry to suck in a surprised breath, his hips stuttering in their movement against Tony. Absently Tony squeezed the one hip to encourage Harry to move again as his thoughts raced.

This was new; they've never played a game like this before. Not together at least. Tony was very familiar with the basic etiquette, having crossed into this type of playground more than once with various women. He was a little shaky on how certain things might go with a male partner versus the female ones he was more used to, but Tony was certain he could quickly figure it out as he went. He wondered if Harry had previous playmates, as well if the other man knew what he was asking Tony for.

Uncertain of Harry's level of exposure, Tony decides to start off lightly and proceed from there, unwilling to kill the mood by playing twenty questions. He would just have to wing it, and pay very close attention to Harry's reactions. Obviously, the other man enjoyed a bit of pain, which Tony was already well aware of. Harry had always enjoyed biting and a little bit of rough handling, but they'd never taken it further than that. "Are you sure about this Harry? This isn't something I indulge in very often with someone. There has to be a serious level of trust, communication and discretion."

Harry is certain, so certain that he straightens up from leaning against Tony. He bows his head and cast his eyes down to the floor. His voice is demure, but firm, with none of his previous playful teasing. "Please Sir, do with me what you will."

Tony feels fire sear through him at the confirmation. Harry adopting one of the traditional submissive poses sparks lightning in his gut and slowly spreads through his veins. If Harry was up for this kind of play, then Tony was more than willing to provide whatever Harry needed. "Give me a safeword Harry, let's start with that. "

Harry gives a slight nod of his head, indicating that he understood Tony. His voice was steady and calm as he immediately answers. "Yes, Sir. Can we use the stoplight system? Red. Yellow. Green. Are you familiar with it?"

Harry's answer makes Tony blink, and side eye the other man, mentally questioning again whether or not Harry has done this before, but he doesn't ask. Instead, he just nods in affirmative, making sure Harry sees it. Tony gently pulls on Harry's arm to turn him around, so they were facing one another. Smoothly Tony slips from his normally gentle and sensual bedroom voice into one that Harry's never heard before, the look in his blue eyes shifting with it. Something dark, and commanding slips into place like a second skin. Tony could admit, if only in the privacy of his own mind, that he had missed playing the occasional power game with a partner. Not many of the women he had spent the night with were openly into these sorts of games. He's had to very careful, and discreet when searching out women of similar taste.

"On your knees," Tony commands softly. His tone velvet over steel, as his gaze covetously travels over Harry's skin. It makes Harry shudder in lust, his flagging arousal swelling in response to the other man. Without a hint of protest, Harry slides down to the carpet, with his head still bowed and hands still tied. His pretty cock lightly bouncing against his stomach as he settles into a steady position.

"Look at me," Tony commands again. Harry lifts his green and silver eyes and looks into Tony's face, boldly meeting Tony's blue eyes.

Tony keeps the smile off his face. Harry was rather fetching like this. "From this moment on you do not touch yourself. You are not allowed to cum unless I tell you to. You are mine to do with as I will. Once I have you, Harry, no one else can. I am your Master, your Sir, and you are my Slave, my pet, my submissive. Do you understand?"

Harry wastes no time and answers Tony. "Yes, Sir."

Tony moves one foot to nudge one of Harry's knees further apart. Giving himself a moment to settle into the appropriate mindset and giving himself the opportunity to admire the sight before him before speaking again. "Whenever I tell you to kneel before me, unless you are sucking my cock, this will be your rest position. Spread your legs further apart. I want to see more of you."

Without a word Harry shifts himself to give Tony what he wants, stopping when Tony gives him a nod of approval. He's unsteady this way, fighting to keep his balance, the weight of his wings tipping him. Tony frowns, seeing this but doesn't comment for the moment. Instead, he leaves Harry there while he strips out of his gray lounge pants, throwing them in the general direction of the sofa. He muses briefly as he does so, that it was a shame they weren't in the tower, where Tony had all sorts of neat toys tucked neatly away in the back of his closet. Tony walks back over to Harry. "We will need to work around your beautiful wings my Pet."

Harry shifts a few more times on his knees to accommodate his wings; Tony watches without saying a word. Once Harry stops moving, he steps closer. "What are your hard limits, Pet? Tell me, what are your likes and dislikes?"

Harry is silent for a few minutes, carefully considering before he answers, "I don't like to be called Boy, Sir. No scat or urine play, I find it personally disgusting. Light bloodplay I don't think I would mind, your come in my mouth and in or on my body is fine. And please Sir, if you need to punish me, I prefer you do not strike me in the face."

Harry hesitates, uncertain how to voice his thoughts, since he was only familiar with watching this sort of play, not personally experiencing it. Tony waits patiently, not rushing or pushing Harry's thought process. He wanted Harry to be truthful, not simply cave to Tony's preferences or impatience. Harry's voice is soft when he speaks again, eyes lowered in embarrassment. "I'm not sure what else...I haven't really...I mean I don't let…" He bites his lip, and finally gets it out. "This is new."

Tony listens to what Harry tells him; they are things he can adhere to, the word Boy is not something he would personally call a sub, but he still wonders why Harry does not like the word. But that will be a conversation for another time. Tony traces a finger on Harry's wings and loves the way his pet shivers. "That's okay Harry. Never be afraid to tell me something like that. In fact, I want you to. It's important for me to know those things, for both of our safety and peace of mind. These games don't work properly without honesty and transparency."

Tony circles around so he can face Harry as he speaks his next words. "You mentioned punishment earlier; I want you to be sure that is what you want right now. That you understand what you're asking me for."

Harry nods. "I understand, Sir. I trust you. I know to use my safe word if I'm really not okay with something."

Tony nods in return and falls silent, taking Harry at his word. Tony steps closer to Harry, his cock at the perfect position for what he has in mind. Tony takes his cock in hand and leisurely draws the tip over Harry's closed mouth, precum coating those bow shaped lips.

"Suck me," Tony orders softly, holding himself firmly in place as Harry opens his mouth, pink tongue darting out to lick at the wet head in a teasing motion. Green eyes glinting with playful mischief. Leaning forward slightly, Harry rubs his slightly parted lips against the sensitive head.

Tony reaches down and grabs Harry's jaw harshly, fingertips digging in hard enough to leave bruises. "I said suck me, not tease. Now open your mouth properly, Pet."

Harry's eyes sparkle in challenge at Tony, and the other man calmly arches an eyebrow in response. Even though Tony was amused by Harry's little defiances, he doesn't allow any of it to show in his action or expression. Tightening his fingers at the jaw joint and forcing Harry's mouth to open.

Harry doesn't bother to fight Tony at that point, having gotten what he wanted out of it. He leans forward eagerly as Tony slides firmly in, the head of his cock lightly bumping the back of Harry's throat. Closing his eyes, Harry ruthlessly suppresses his gag reflex, not unfamiliar with giving head and settles himself into a familiar rhythm. Happily sliding his mouth up and down on Tony's hard dick, pausing now and then to swirl his tongue around the head before going back down. He feels Tony's hand leave his jaw, moving to grip his hair painfully tight instead.

Harry doesn't mind, in fact, he simply tightens his lips around the considerable erection in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks to suck harder. The motion earns Harry an appreciative sigh from his Sir, so Harry shifts the angle of his head just slightly and on the next slide down Tony's cock, Harry forces himself to take the head into his throat. Keeping his throat muscles tight enough that it felt like Tony was forcing his way down though it wasn't truly hurting Harry. There was a burn as the muscles stretched, but Harry enjoyed that, knowing how good it felt for his Sir. Tony's low moan only spurns him on.

Harry's never said anything in the past to Tony, but giving head always seemed to get him going; it was an easy way for Harry to let go and detach from himself. Everything else just seemed to fade away when he focuses his concentration on such a pleasurable task. He loved the taste of Tony, how the weight of his cock felt in Harry's mouth. He loved the burn in his throat when Tony used him, and Harry had never been shy about blowing Tony. In a strange way, it was relaxing for Harry, for lack of a better term. It allowed him to concentrate on the pleasure of his partner, without worrying about himself for a while. Even in his previous life, when he'd been married to Ginny, he'd immensely enjoyed doing this particular act.

At first, Harry doesn't notice when Tony starts thrusting into his mouth, the motion was that smooth. But when Tony jerks his hair, and harshly forces Harry down further on his cock, Harry notices. Kind of difficult not to when the motion was driving Tony's dick roughly down Harry's throat, out of sync with the rhythm he had previously been using. It broke his little bubble of detached calm that he'd been floating in.

Instead of being put off by this, Harry purposefully moans in encouragement, swallowing hard. Tony's hips jerk slightly in response and despite not being able to breathe at the moment, Harry's eyes flutter open to gaze up at Tony. Purposely meeting Tony's blue eyes, Harry swallows again with a moan when their eyes lock, the sound vibrating up Tony's erection. He's well aware of how much Tony liked to watch him like this. He made sure to meet his partner's eyes. The intensity in the other man's gaze would have taken Harry's breath away if he wasn't already choking on Tony's dick.

He swallows around the erection blocking his air a third time, watching Tony's wide dilated eyes as he does so. Harry doesn't fight Tony, remaining plaint in his hands, trusting Tony would move and let him breathe only when Tony decided to. When the edges of Harry's vision starts to go dark, Tony pulls back, resting on Harry's tongue. Letting him get a couple gulped breaths before forcing himself back down into the other man's throat. Harry's eyes fall shut again, adjusting himself to the new harsher rhythm without protest, letting himself start to drift away again.

He concentrated instead on the hot rush of lust through his body, the sharp bite of pain that always excited him, the light headed sensation of barely enough oxygen in his lungs. Harry slowly lost himself, giving up the last of his will and self-control to Tony. He wasn't aware of the tears on his flushed cheeks as Tony took his time brutally using Harry's mouth and throat, getting rougher the closer he came to orgasm. Tony was feeding off the helpless whimpers and moans coming from Harry. The Valkyrie on his knees like this was something damn near a religious experience if Tony believed in such things.

Harry's expression was completely blissed out despite the tears on his cheeks, and if for any one moment Tony doubted Harry's willing compliance or enjoyment of his harsh treatment, he had only to look down between the kneeling Valkyrie's legs to reassure himself. Harry was fully hard, his cock desperately straining for attention that Tony had no intention of giving at this time. He knew full well how much Harry was turned on by giving head, and he wanted to see how far he could push Harry until he couldn't hold himself back any longer. So Tony took his sweet time enjoying Harry's sinful mouth, not interested in rushing through this act.

While Harry tumbled hard down into subspace, Tony was intently watching his every reaction with relish. Tony might happily play Dom to Harry's Sub, but regardless of his role, Tony took deep satisfaction from his partner's pleasure and enjoyed watching it. Harry was absolutely gorgeous on his knees, even more so like this. With his wet lips stretched wide around his full member as Tony fucked his throat, dark lashes fluttering as occasional pretty tears streak his cheeks.

Tony didn't normally like the idea of Harry crying, but this...this was very different. Tony watches with burning eyes as Harry actively leans into the harsh treatment, moaning around his cock like it was heaven, his Pet's hips jerking from time to time helplessly. Dropping his eyes from Harry's face, Tony sucks in a sharp breath as he spots Harry full blown dripping erection. God that was sexy. The poor sub was hard enough to drive nails and was heavily leaking in excitement.

Tilting his head, Tony shifts his gaze under the bobbing dick, to the junction between Harry's thighs to the female part of him, what little he could see from this angle. Tony groans, breaking rhythm to slam himself hard into Harry's mouth, nearly overbalancing the other male. Harry's inner thighs were glistening with slick; there was no longer any doubt in Tony's mind about Harry's enjoyment of this treatment. Letting his lingering concerns go, Tony settles himself in the enjoy the rest of the ride. Tony yanks harder on Harry's hair, guiding his Pet's mouth to where he wanted it with little regard to Harry breathing, paying only enough attention to make sure Harry didn't pass out. Tony moves one hand down from Harry's hair to wrap lightly around the other man's throat, not squeezing, just feeling his erection slide in and out of his Pet's throat. Pressing only enough to tease Harry's senses.

Harry's eyes suddenly open again, silver/green gems gazing up dazedly at Tony, and the sight of it all, the sound of Harry's whimpering moans as Tony used him, sets Tony off. He brutally shoves Harry all the way down his cock, using his dark hair as a leash, roughly bucking his hips as Tony's climax slammed through him. "Fuck! Take it...Swallow it. All of it like a good little Pet." Tony growled out hoarsely, his vision whiting out with the force of his orgasm. Harry whimpered submissively and immediately set his throat muscles to work, milking Tony hungrily of every drop. Unable to stop himself from coming near silently on the carpet without a single touch as soon as Tony's hot release burned down his battered throat. He felt so owned, so used, it did something to him low in his belly that he couldn't explain, but left him desperately craving more despite the fact he'd just come. The intensity of it all left him shuddering.

His bliss is rudely interrupted, however, when Tony shoves him off, knocking him back on his heels. Confused, Harry looks up, lips shiny, puffy and bruised. Harry's jaw ached, and his throat screamed at him as he gasped desperately for air, but he thoroughly enjoyed every sensation. Tony, however, looked pissed. "What was one of the rules I gave you pet?" Harry blinks, mind slow as sludge at the moment, but Tony waits. Finally, Harry realizes, and retaining his kneeling position, flattens himself belly down on the floor, ignoring the fact he was smearing his own cum all over his stomach. His wings flatten themselves down as low as they can go, not looking Tony in the eye as he answered in a miserable, wrecked voice. "You told me not to come, Sir."

Tony lets his eyes wander over the prone form. Jesus but Harry was a damned near perfect sub. He needed training of course, but the instincts were naturally there, and that couldn't be trained into someone. Still, Harry had disobeyed and needed to be reprimanded. Without a word Tony turns away, walking over to the sofa and sitting down. His voice is cold as he addresses his submissive. "Look at me."

Harry raises his eyes to meekly meet Tony's own, clearly struggling to maintain eye contact in the face of Tony's clear anger. Tony notes this but doesn't draw attention to it. His tone remaining frosty as he speaks. "I want to you to crawl to me on your knees. You will not use your hands or wings to help you. You will not look away from my face. Come here, now."

Taking a shaky breath, Harry does as ordered, oblivious to Tony's personal enjoyment in watching him do so. Now was not the time to show Harry that. When the Valkyrie reaches Tony's side, he pauses, waiting for Tony next orders. Tony leans back a little, gesturing with his hand. "Lay down across my lap, bottom in the air. I'm going to spank you. Do you know why you are being punished?"

Harry nods his head, shuffling his legs under him as he carefully draped himself over Tony's thighs, neatly folding and tucking his wings in such a way that they were not interfering with the punishment Tony was going to use. Harry's didn't think spanking was going to be much of a punishment or deterrent, but he wasn't going to say anything. Let Tony figure that out on his own. "I disobeyed a direct order not to come."

Tony arches a brow and Harry quickly corrects himself. "Sir."

Tony continues to side eye him for a moment, blatant warning in his expression before he speaks. "Correct."

Lightly Tony strokes over the smooth curve of Harry's backside, imagining it a bright pretty pink. Spanking Harry definitely wasn't going to be breaking his heart. Harry shivers under the caress but remains silent. Tony firmly grasps Harry's bound wrists with his other hand, pinning the other male down in place to steady him. "I don't want you to count, not this time. You are allowed to be as vocal as you need to be. Remember your safeword if you need it. You're going to get twenty smacks, beginning now."

Right as he finished his sentence, Tony brings his hand down sharply, not starting out soft. Harry liked pain, so Tony needed to make sure he had the other man's attention properly. From the startled yip and the flinch, Tony figured he succeeded. He doesn't let up, keeping count in his head as he brings his palm down again and again while keeping a close eye on how Harry was doing.

Harry starts squirming after a few strokes, wavering between distressed and steadily turned on. Finally, he stops fighting the sensations, just letting it happen, letting himself sink into the feeling. Tony knows the instant Harry completely relaxes into his grip, accepting the punishment instead of mentally resisting it. He alternates between each butt cheek and the backs of Harry's thighs, smirking to himself a little bit when he catches a muffled moan from his Pet, completely unsurprised. By the time Tony reaches the twentieth and final smack, he's aware that Harry is fully hard again. Harry is shivering in his lap, and with the punishment now over, Tony lightly strokes down Harry's spine until the Valkyrie calms down some.

"You really seem to like pain." Tony notes aloud, causing Harry to look at him from over his shoulder, but he doesn't speak. For a moment Tony just looks, taking in the sweetly flushed cheeks and dilated eyes. Harry really was an enjoyable submissive. Tony wondered if they would be doing this again, and if so, how often. Would Harry only want this when he was in a certain mood? Or would their bedroom life feature this sort of play predominately? It was a little bit early to tell at this point, and Harry had admitted that this was all new to him. Though it looked like he had done a bit of research into it enough to know the stoplight system, appropriate honorifics, and proper submissive kneeling posture, as well as a beautiful supplication pose that left his wings unhindered.

Shifting, Tony helps Harry straighten up off his lap, and gently pushes him back down into the kneeling position. Looking him over in a considering light, a hand dropping down into his own lap to lightly stroke his own renewed arousal. Seeing that Harry was pretty far gone in subspace again by the look in his eyes, Tony can't help the little smile that touches his lips. It concerned him a little bit, how easily Harry appeared to slip in and out of that state, it was one more thing to address with Harry later.

Getting smoothly to his feet, Tony steps away from the sofa, reaching down to pick Harry up off the floor. It always surprised him how light the man was considering the extra weight of his wings. Harry snuggles into Tony's chest, closing his eyes with a soft sigh, drifting on a deep haze of calm. At this point, he didn't much give a damn what Tony did, so long as it continued to make him feel like this. Petting his hair lightly, Tony carries Harry into the nearest bedroom, the one he had first woken up in and sets Harry down on the floor. Tapping his cheek lightly to get his attention, he points to the bed, voice husky. "Lay belly down on the edge of the mattress, with your feet firmly on the floor. Lay your wings however they would be comfortable."

Slowly Harry nods, moving over to lay himself down as instructed. Splaying his wings out in a relaxed submissive position on the blanket. He shuffles his feet, spreading his legs invitingly for Tony, having a hopeful idea where this was going. Tony strokes a hand over Harry's still burning bottom, groaning softly at the heat coming off of the bright red skin. "You're beautiful like this you know." Harry doesn't respond, only arching his bottom into Tony's hand with a soft hiss at the flash of pain.

Tony slides his hand down from Harry's bottom, slipping his fingers into the still hot and wet female part of him. Rubbing teasingly as Harry whimpers into the bedspread, trying to push onto his fingers with no luck, as Tony was purposely keeping just out of reach. For a couple of minutes, Tony contents himself with tormenting Harry a little bit, enjoying listening to his soft moans, and watching him squirm. His other hand is firmly on his own hard cock, teasing and stroking himself just as much as his sub, working them both to the edge before pulling away. Without warning Tony slaps Harry hard on the ass, making the man jump with a high pitched yelp he would never admit to making, causing himself to tighten up instinctively. Tony takes that moment to roughly grab Harry's hips, lining his hard cock up and shoving all the way in with one long thrust.

Harry bucks hard under him, his voice rising in a shout as he clamps down hard on the intrusion, causing Tony to swear as he pulls out partway and slams back in. Harry bucks under him again, this time up into the brutal penetration. "Fuck, Tony! Yes!" Tony slaps Harry's thigh sharply in retaliation, growling out. "Remember your manners Pet." Tony gets a distracted nod in return but chooses not to call Harry out on it this time.

Tony digs his fingers into the body under him, holding Harry down where he wants him, as he set a fast, hard, pace with no mercy. Snapping his hips roughly against Harry's still bright red bottom, groaning low in his throat at both the heat coming off of Harry, and the tight clenching muscles of his sub's female core as they damn near strangled his dick. Harry struggles under him, but doesn't call out his safeword, so he continues on, using his Pet's body for his own pleasure, leaving Harry to rub helplessly against the bedspread.

Harry tilts his hips up as best he can to better take the rough mounting. Something within him uncurls and purrs happily each time he was brutally pierced by Tony's hard length. Harry could feel his fangs drop down, slurring his words a bit as Tony took him like an animal. Harry's inner Valkyrie was coming awake, and Harry's rational mind was swiftly retreating without a fight, leaving the Valkyrie fully in control. Harry had never permitted himself to fully let his Valkyrie loose, always keeping it firmly contained under his control. Now, though, Tony was completely unraveling him, and he loved every second of it. The Valkyrie slipped Harry's mental restraints, and Harry was too distracted to notice or care.

Harry instinctively clamped down more tightly on Tony inside him, ripping a startled shout from the man, and another harsh smack on his bottom. Harry moaned happily, listening to the sounds of skin loudly slapping against skin as Tony used him. This wasn't loving making, it was fucking, and Harry reveled in it. Each thrust was a beautiful mixture of pleasure and pain inside him, sending Harry higher and higher, as the motions brutally ground Harry's own hard cock into the blanket of the bed. Enough to tease and to hurt a little, but not quite enough to bring him off just yet. The ownership, the domination of each motion sent Harry's head spinning in delight. He had suspected he would like these sort of games, but he had not anticipated his response to be this strong. They would definitely have to do something like this again at some point.

Any worry in Tony's mind is wiped away when Harry's voice carries to his ears, alternating between praise and curses in equal measure. Letting go of the Valkyrie's hip with one hand, Tony leans forward, grabbing Harry's hair and pulling his head up. Forcing the pretty Valkyrie to arch his back into an awkward position up on his toes as Tony drapes over his back. His chest rubbing against the sensitive wing feathers as Tony hisses in Harry's ear, struggling to get the words past clenched teeth.

Tony could have easily gone off again earlier, but he was determined to ride Harry hard until his little sub was begging for it. "You like that? You like taking my cock? Feeling it inside you like that? You fit me so well Pet like you were made just for my dick. All mine to use and abuse to both of our pleasure. Will you take my seed like you greedily sucked it down earlier?"

Harry nods desperately, barely able to concentrate on just breathing at the moment, overwhelmed by the sensations overloading his brain. Tony yanking his hair and rubbing against his feathers, the sharp stinging of his ass both from the spanking and Tony's hips slamming against it, as well as his cock harshly forcing Harry open again and again was enough, for his mind to completely short circuit. Any thinking beyond his physical pleasure or his Dom's were beyond Harry for now. Harry bucks and squirms under Tony, managing to shift enough to widen his stance, letting Tony slide deeper inside him on each thrust. Harry could feel Tony's dick like a hot brand on his insides, but he was lapping up every twisted second of the pleasure and pain. Urging Tony on with both his body and the filthy words falling out of his mouth. "Sir! Yes - yes, please! I want your come; I want it so bad. Again and again!"

Tony moaned hotly against Harry's ear, hip jerking helplessly at the mental image of taking Harry over and over again until he was dripping with Tony's seed."Who do you belong to, Pet? Who owns your hot, wet little cunt? Who owns your tight little ass, your pretty, filthy mouth?"

"You Sir, only you!" Tony turns his head to bite down hard on Harry's shoulder, tasting just a hint of copper on his tongue as he does so. Harry lets loose a short scream, bucking under Tony, a couple of tears glittering on his dark lashes.

Tony licks the spot he's just bitten, pleased to see the broken skin, and that it was taking longer to heal than his other bites from before. Then he licks up the side of Harry's neck, tasting the salty sweat that glistened on his Pet's skin before he growls again "Only my dick makes you come, you understand? You're mine, no one else's! Mine to love, mine to hurt, to fuck, and to punish."

"Yes! Fuck me, please! Make me yours Tony! Fill me up, please."

Tony groans roughly in his ear, biting the side of Harry's neck. "You don't know what you do to me pet."

Harry moans in response, feeling a white hot blast of heat uncurl in his belly, it's not the normal sensation he gets from an orgasm, and he opens his mouth to say something. But the Valkyrie in his head, usually passive and silent suddenly rears its head, shoving Harry aside and taking over his mouth. "Tony...Tony...give it to me. Give me your seed, I want it so bad. Want you to breed me...please...please…"

Tony swears viciously as his hips begin to stutter, the image of Harry swollen with his child feeds his deep-seated possessiveness, shoving him violently over the edge into bliss. His climax hits him like a punch to the gut; it was so intense, leaving him unable to breathe or think, his vision whiting out. Dimly he's aware of Harry reaching his own peak, the tight muscles gripping Tony's cock locking down harder. It felt like Harry's body was draining everything it could force from him.

The Valkyrie in Harry arches to take Tony as deeply as he possibly can at this angle when he realizes his dominant mate is finishing. Harry is so wound up, so sensitive inside from Tony's mounting that he can feel the first searing jets of Tony's seed spilling inside him. Instinct has him clamping down viciously to prevent any from escape, his hips smoothly rolling to stroke and milk the cock inside him, prolonging Tony's climax and coaxing as much release from his partner as he can. Harry whimpers and shudders with each hot splash inside his burning core, his own peak, while intensely pleasurable is secondary in the Valkyrie's quest to be bred by its mate as swiftly as possible.

Logically, in the back of his mind Harry knew it couldn't happen, Tony wasn't really here. But that didn't change his primal instincts to have his Dominate fill him as often and as much as he could physically manage until Harry was pregnant. The white hot heat in his belly slowly spreads outward, and Harry dimly realizes it's part of his magic, but he is uncertain as to what it is trying to accomplish. Nearly drowning on the overpowering demands of his Valkyrie, loose from the mental restraints Harry normally keeps it under.

Slowly Tony comes back to his senses, finding himself collapsed on top of Harry's back, both of them fighting for breath. With a soft groan, he lifts himself up on trembling arms, forcing himself to straighten enough to pull out. With a free hand, he quickly releases Harry's bound wrists from the hair tie. Harry whimpers softly, his whole body a symphony of pleasurable aches. Once his wrists were free, he weakly crawls the rest of the way up the bed before collapsing again, Tony joining him.

Pulling Harry close, Tony wraps him up in his arms. No matter how tired he was, he needed to make sure that Harry was alright. First he checks his eyes and face, finding him still deep in subspace, looking tired. No real help there then. Taking his time Tony gently inspects Harry's body, finding scratches and bruising, as well as a couple of bites he doesn't remember giving, but all of them were slowly healing before his eyes, so he wasn't really worried. Carefully he slips a hand between Harry's legs, knowing the other will be hypersensitive right now, but needing to check. As gently as he can Tony dips his fingertips into the slick folds. Harry moans in clear discomfort, not fully awake, but he still spreads his thighs open for Tony, giving a clear invitation to be mounted again.

Tony draws a sharp breath, his limp dick twitching in sympathy. Damn, what the hell had he done in a past life to get a sub like this? Willing to let himself be taken again by his Dom, even half unconscious. Much as the idea appealed, Tony wasn't physically able to at the moment, nor did he think it a good idea after such an intense session. Withdrawing his fingers, Tony finds his concerns validated, there was blood mixed in with Tony's semen, and Harry's own vaginal fluids. Thankfully, it was only a small amount, and with the way Harry healed, he wasn't going to panic, but he would keep an eye on the other just in case.

Leaning over to kiss Harry lightly on the mouth, he murmurs softly that he would be right back and gets off the bed. Waiting until he was sure his unsteady legs would obey him, Tony then moved into the bathroom to hunt down a wash cloth. Finding one in the cabinet, he runs it under hot water and brings it back into the bedroom to wipe Harry down. Harry lets himself be maneuvered but otherwise remained unresponsive, clearly exhausted. Tony takes the cloth back into the bathroom to rinse it out and clean himself. Then pads back into the bedroom and crawls into bed beside Harry, pulling the Valkyrie into his arms again.

He doesn't let himself sleep, however, even as Harry's breathing evens out and deepens in slumber. He needed to stay awake in case Harry needed him. Tony didn't know how long Harry would remain naturally in subspace, if he would come out smoothly, or if he would drop suddenly. So the best bet was to stay close and be watchful, just in case. Tony takes the time to enjoy the peace that seems to have settled into his bones for the time being. He carefully thinks over his and Harry's session, finding himself rather pleased with the overall results. Tony had managed to avoid any unforeseen triggers, and Harry seemed to enjoy himself. Tony counts it as a win.

Yawning, Tony snuggles into Harry's side, continuing to go over his mental notes and observation from their play session. Harry liked being dominated; that was evident. He liked restraints, rough play, biting, hair-pulling and spankings. Pain in general from what Tony could tell at the moment. All of that Tony had half been anticipating, familiar with this from being with Harry years ago, but the breeding kink had caught him completely off guard, even if he'd retained control enough not to show it. Normally that one sent up alarm bells, and waved red flags, telling Tony to run the other direction as quickly as possible. This time, though, Tony had had the complete opposite reaction. Taking a deep breath, Tony forces himself to think about it. Was it just a sexual kink, or did he really want to start a family with Harry at some point?

The Valkyrie was certainly capable of it.

Tony found, to his uncertain surprise, that the idea of little monsters and ankle biters with Harry's face or eyes did not disturb him. Actually, it was kinda...nice. Unwilling to delve into the subject any further than that right now, Tony pushes the idea away. Instead, he brings up some ideas for his newest Iron Man suit and spends the next several hours going over calculations in his head to keep himself awake.

About four hours into his task Harry stirs, coming awake slowly and sitting up on the bed. Tony suspends his calculations and carefully watches for any signs of distress. "Harry?" He calls softly, to get the other man's attention. Green eyes turn towards him, and Tony is happy to note that Harry seems to have come out of subspace smoothly. Harry smiles at him softly and settles back down to snuggle back into Tony's side with a content sigh. Tony kisses his temple, smiling at the pleased hum he got in return.

"How are you feeling, love?"

Harry lazily flops an arm over Tony's stomach, mumbling into his shoulder. "Feel really good. Still a little tired, and a bit sore, but in a good way."

Tony pets Harry's hair. "Good. Go back to sleep for a little while, you weren't down very long." Harry just hums a soft affirmative, his eyes already closing. Once he was sure that Harry was settled comfortably, Tony finally allows himself to relax enough to settle into sleep. It takes him swiftly, pulling him into darkness and dreams.

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Tony wakes slowly to the sensation of significant weight on his chest. His foggy mind doesn't immediately pick up what it is until he feels Harry's soft snicker against his neck. Hot breath tickles his sensitive skin, making Tony shiver in response. Blinking open sleepy blue eyes, Tony finds a very much awake Harry straddling him, leaning forward and placing hot wet kisses on his neck. Green/silver eyes sparkle at him, and Tony huffs a sleep rough laugh and wraps his arms tightly around the Valkyrie, holding him closer. "Morning beautiful."

Harry gives him a bright happy smile and leans forward to capture Tony's mouth in a slow caressing kiss. Tony moves a hand up to gently cup Harry's face, thumb lightly stroking his cheek as they spend several long minutes just sensually feeding off one another's lips. Harry sighs softly into his mouth, and Tony suddenly feels a sharp set of fangs brush across his bottom lip, making him startle a little bit. He gently tugs Harry away from his mouth to get a better look at them, expression curious. Harry arches a slender brow at him but pliantly lets Tony examine his mouth, playfully nipping at his fingertips once or twice. Tony just shoots him little amused glances. Every now and then dropping a light kiss on the end of Harry's nose when he was done examining them. "So are you a vampire too? Or are those just for show?"

Harry just bemusedly rolls his eyes at him, sitting up and purposely wiggling in Tony's lap, blatantly rubbing his female core against Tony's half hard dick, earning himself a light slap on the thigh. Harry just grins unrepentantly in return as his erect cock jumped in appreciation, and shifts his teasing motion to a more serious roll of his hips. Tony inhales a little sharply, closing his eyes for a few moments to enjoy the velvety sensation of it.

The head of his cock lightly catches against Harry's slick entrance from time to time. Pressing just enough to give the illusion of nearly breaching Harry, before the little tease shifted away again, only to come back and do it again and again. Tony's nearly forgotten the question he posed, when Harry finally bothers to answer him. Causing Tony to open his eyes, brain briefly scrambling to remind him of what it was."Hmmm...Not a vampire in the sense that I need to feed on blood or else. Only very young babes need to be fed blood consistently. So, no. Blood is normally only exchanged between lovers, and between parent and young child. Between adults, it's much more...sexual."

"Well...that explains a lot about why you like biting so much." Tony watches the relaxed, leisurely motion of Harry's body. Arousal building in a low lazy simmer between them. His eyes rove over Harry's chest, groaning softly in appreciation of the smooth flexing muscles under Harry's skin. Tony swore Harry was more stunning every time he looked at him. He slides both his hands up to rest on the thighs spread around his hips, gently kneading in encouragement as Harry used his whole body to stroke and tease them both slowly to higher heights. Tony can easily see, and feel, if the easy wet glide of his female core was any indication, that Harry is fully aroused already. So most of this teasing display was purely for Tony's benefit, to work him up to where Harry needed him to be.

Both of them fall silent at that point. Communicating with the movements of their bodies, shared looks, and smiles, soft exhalations of breath. It was fairly obvious to Tony that Harry had a plan of direction in his head this morning, so he let the Valkyrie lead them wherever they were going without protest. Just enjoying the show, and it was a lovely show. Harry was purposely moving in such ways to display his body for Tony's view as well as physically tease his cock. Harry was all grace and sleek rolling muscle as he damn near danced in Tony's lap.

Then Harry opens and arches his wings, gently swaying them in time with his movements, the morning light shimmering off the iridescent green under feathers. Giving Tony a light show on top of the deliciously obscene presentation. Tony watches greedily as Harry slides his hands over his body, pinching and rubbing his nipples. Dragging his nails roughly over soft skin, leaving dark red scratches in his wake. He offers Tony a devilish grin when their eyes lock, holding Tony's gaze as Harry moves a hand down to wrap tightly around his own flushed and aroused cock. Slowly jerking himself off with Tony's eyes on him. His touches are light, meant to torment and entice rather than satisfy. Precome generously beads at the shining tip of Harry's erection, and Tony desperately wants to lick it off, but he remains in place, just gently shifting his hips along with Harry's, now fully aroused.

Harry leans over to lick over Tony's slightly parted, softly panting lips, making the man blink, caught off guard. He understands why a heartbeat later when he suddenly finds himself deeply sheathed inside the tight wet heat of Harry's body. Tony moans low in his throat, hips instinctively flexing up in response. "Oh, Yes…" Harry sighs happily, clenching around Tony inside of him, wrenching another moan from the prone man's mouth. Harry places his hands on Tony's chest to better balance himself, and then gives Tony a wicked smile that was slightly threatening with his fangs out.

Tony blue eyes are blown wide, dark with lust. Harry feels his mate move his hands from Harry's thighs to his ass, squeezing tightly. Harry rolls his hips in retaliation, concentrating on keeping his core locked tight around Tony's dick as he rode him ruthlessly. The pace wasn't fast; Harry took his sweet time, enjoying every thick inch of his mate. Tony continues to grip him helplessly, silently trying to encourage Harry to a swifter rhythm, but Harry was having none of it, he fully intended to draw this first ride out as long as possible. He was going to drive Tony wild before he was done with him.

The bedroom air fills with the soft sounds of sex. Moans, sighs, and the slick sound of bodies meeting over and over. It doesn't take Tony long to get the message that he isn't the one in control of this encounter, and he gives up trying to steer it with little fuss. Throwing his head back into the pillow and just watching the gorgeous Valkyrie take what he wanted from Tony's body, exactly how he wanted it. Tony wasn't going to bitch, this was one of his favorite positions, after all, it always afforded him a great view. When Harry feels himself nearing the edge he reaches down to his own cock again, wrapping his fingers tightly around the base and gritting his teeth as he hisses out a spell. He groans in a mixture of pleasure and pain when a black band of his magic comes into being, locking around his arousal firmly to prevent Harry from coming. As far as Harry was concerned, this morning had only just gotten started. He had not used magic last night because his Sir was running the show, but this morning, Harry had full intentions to take advantage of his abilities. Tony wasn't going to know what hit him; he was in for the ride of his life.

Tony makes a small noise of surprise when Harry removes his hand, and Harry looks up, seeing the curiosity in his blue eyes. Harry gives him a shark-like grin before suddenly changing his pace from leisurely torment, riding Tony now with the intent to drag the other man to completion quickly. Magic crackles around Harry's fingertips before spreading out across Tony's skin, lighting his nerve endings up. Tony bucks under Harry with a shocked shout, but Harry was expecting such a reaction and rides the motion smoothly throughout. Tony's head spins, his breath struggles in his chest for a moment before he regains it. His mind doesn't quite know what to do with the sensation overload.

Out of reflex, he just closes his eyes and rides out these strange waves of pleasure Harry somehow created. His skin was buzzing with it. It felt like liquid fire was pouring down Tony's spine, and was somehow attached to his cock. Only, it definitely wasn't pain he was experiencing. Tony's heart was racing, there was a rushing sound in his ears, all rational thought quickly flew out of the window as his mind melted down into one overwhelming drive towards reaching his peak. He couldn't even hear the helpless noises being ripped from his throat.

Harry doesn't let up with his magic, using it to reach throughout Tony's body and spark along his nervous system. It wasn't very long before Tony lost whatever control he had managed to retain over the timing of his climax. Harry doesn't pay it much attention the first time Tony spills inside of him, only taking notice of it when it rips a scream from his partner. Harry just shifts his magic within Tony to force his body into readiness again, still rolling his hips towards his own peak not far behind his mate's. Harry's a little bit slower because if his need to concentrate on what his magic was doing inside Tony. As much as Harry was fully in control of the situation, and was using Tony for his own pleasure, his intent is simply to blow any other bedroom competition out of the water.

To make sure Tony would never, ever forget what Harry could do for him in the bedroom. Tony was HIS , even if, for the time being, he couldn't chase anyone else away from his mate. Harry lets himself sink into the feeling of his magic and their bodies, losing track of anything else outside of that. Harry happily spends time bringing Tony off again and again until the human's body threatens a dangerous level of exhaustion, before Harry lets up with his magic, breaking the torturous spell on his cock ring for the last round.

Gasping, Harry slumps over onto Tony, more than a little burnt out himself. His Valkyrie was purring in happy contentment, receding into the background of Harry's thoughts and letting his control go for now. Harry groans as he slowly stretches his body out, flopping to one side of his mate on the bed. His lips curling a little bit at the thick rush of fluids between his thighs as he shifts, there was no avoiding that, unfortunately. He'd milked Tony of everything his body could realistically give up and then some. Intentionally pushing Tony to his human physical limits, and then using his magic to force him beyond. Pushing the mild discomfort from his mind Harry immediately checks on Tony, finding him dazed, body limp and trembling, but breathing, and sporting a faint smile.

Tony turns his head a little to meet Harry's eyes, and Harry notes that he's never seen the pupils that wide before, leaving only the tiniest ring of dark blue. Tony's face was flushed, and his heart was still rabbiting in his chest, but he didn't seem to be hurt. Harry brushes loving butterfly kisses all over Tony's face, whispering endearments and praises in between. Eventually, slowly, Tony appears to gather himself enough to slip an arm around Harry's waist, giving the Valkyrie a light squeeze in acknowledgment.

When Tony finally gets his breath back enough to speak, all he says is, "So that was magic huh?" before pulling Harry the rest of the way into his arms and refusing to let go. Harry just hums an affirmative and lets himself be held, not the least bit surprised when Tony is deeply asleep not even two minutes later. Harry just purrs in contentment and absently traces his fingertips over his lower belly where a rather shocking amount of Tony's seed rested inside of him. It didn't mean anything now, and Harry could safely indulge this particular whim here, where it was safe. Where there was no physical chance of Tony impregnating him, regardless of the Valkyrie's enthusiasm. Harry hadn't seen any harm in letting his Valkyrie run with its natural instincts for the time being.

Harry had figured out that somehow, Tony and he had connected on the non-physical plane. The information had gradually appeared in his mind, and Harry suspected Lotus had everything to do with this strange house he's found himself and Tony in. It had been nice to let his non-human nature out so freely, as he very rarely had the opportunity to do so. Rarely felt safe enough to do so, even among his people.

However, in the future, Harry didn't think he would be able to feed his inner Valkyrie's more primitive drives. Harry had no intention of being constantly pregnant. Said inner Valkyrie purrs in happiness at the idea, causing logical Harry to roll his eyes. Harry turns over several ideas in his head for the future. He would need to work more on that formula to strengthen human mates. He absolutely refused to leave them that vulnerable, especially if Tony was going to be running around in the Iron Man suit playing a superhero. Harry also wanted to discuss a few more personal things with Tony, but Harry knew that until he could prove to Tony the many things he claimed were true, the man would dodge and delay any such discussions.

Dissatisfied with leaving things like that in limbo between them, but having no other recourse at the moment, Harry forces himself to let the matter go for now. Stretching out slowly again, Harry checks on Tony one last time before he slips silently from the bed and goes into the bathroom to grab a quick wash. Harry doesn't bother to dress when he comes out since it was just the two of them in the house and he was now fully clean after his quick shower.

He heads out into the living room to try and find something to do other than sleep. His body was certainly tired from the morning spent in bed with Tony, but his mind was wide awake. Sleep was not an option, and he was feeling restless. He finds several books in a closet and picks one out randomly to read while curled up on the living room sofa. He snorts softly in amusement as he opens the book.

It was one of the texts from his lessons. Suspicions confirmed he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling and comments dryly. "I certainly hope that you enjoyed the free show Lotus, you perv." There is no response back, but Harry is unbothered by the fact turning his attention instead to the book in his hands. Eventually, he drifts off without realizing it, the book slipping from his hands to fall softly on the couch cushion next to him.

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When Harry next opens his eyes, he finds himself laying on the couch of a very familiar library. Fully dressed once more, though his wings were still in full view. He bolts up in place, head whipping around as he frantically takes in his surroundings. His expression twists in growing horror. "No...no...no..no nonononono! Tony!"

Harry slams a fist down on a cushion in a fit of anger. "LOTUS! Take me back! Give me Tony back!"

He gets up from the sofa, glaring around the library as if that would make either one of them appear. "Lotus, please! " He calls out, the rage bleeding from his voice into desperation. "Don't do this...I can't just disappear like that on him…"

A flickering image to his left catches his attention, and he moves over towards it slowly. It's a faint picture of a young Valkyrie, maybe all of fourteen with bubble gum pink hair, piercing blue eyes. Harry blinks a few times at the strange coloring, letting his eyes roam over the simple white dress and white wings.

Lotus shakes her head sadly as she speaks. "I'm sorry my Prince. I cannot reconnect. Tony is awake on Earth now. It was not I that broke the connection, but something on his end. I can try again later, but...I can't guarantee a connection. I was not sure I would be able to make one this time, being so far out from the planet."

Harry closes his eyes briefly in despair. Tony was gone for now, and a re-connection later was uncertain at best. He turns away from Lotus and flops gracelessly back onto the couch. Swearing softly to himself in frustration "Damn it…"

Lotus flickers out of view, not that Harry bothered to notice her doing so. He is left alone in silence with his thoughts in turmoil. Feeling wretched he curls up in the corner of the couch, wrapping his arms around his knees as everything caught up with him. Tony had suffered so much in Harry's time away from Earth. Harry's mother had suffered as well, was still suffering, with the recent death of Harry's father. Tony half believed Harry might return in two years time, and promised to wait. But Harry found himself hesitant to believe the promise. They had made love, and explored new avenues of play. They had shared so much pain with one another in the time Lotus had managed to bring them together.

For a long time, Harry remained where he was, just processing. Sometimes he wept, sometimes he was furious. Able to let himself work through it emotionally now that Tony was not there to witness, or distract. Lotus remained watchful but silent, sensing now was not the time to disturb her Prince with lessons, though soon she would have to inform him of their approach to the larger ship. For the moment, she could leave him be. Eventually, Harry felt most of his wild emotions drain from him, leaving him lethargic and numb.

Slowly he stretched out on the couch, working the stiffness from being curled up for so long from his wings and limbs. He still felt shaky, but he knew he needed to move forward. Letting himself drown in his emotions was not a luxury he had, and frankly, he was tired of feeling so crappy. He pushed the rest of it away, knowing it would take more time to heal and settle. He takes a few deep breaths and lets them out slowly, calming his nerves as best he can. He tilts his head back towards the ceiling a bit. "Lotus?"

Immediately the AI responds, her voice soft. "Here, my Prince."

Harry feels the corner of his mouth curl upwards slightly. "What's our next lesson?"

Relief comes through clearly in the AI's tone as she replies, automatically sliding into the lecturing timbre she used for previous lessons. "We finished your lessons in traditional dance and were about to delve into personal adornments and their many meanings for important occasions. As you know, there are jewelry items that mean nothing at all and are simply decorative. However when placed in certain combinations at specific events. They take on an entirely new importance. Their significance in color, gem type, placement on the body as well as metal types. Beads, shells, precious stones vs. common. Included in this section are various braiding styles and what they mean in combination with these adornments. For example…"

Harry listens closely as she continues on, somewhat boggled at the importance attached to hair braids styles and jewelry in combinations with formal events, mating dances, weddings and so much more. He found it both fascinating and utterly stupid. The odd quirks of an alien culture. The only parts that really interested him were the correct braids and jewelry for some of the naughtier dances for his mate, and the proper ones to wear to indicate you were Bonded. Otherwise, the rest of it, he didn't really care about, but knew he had to learn for the stuck up court Valkyrie.

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Back on Earth, Tony woke slowly to the strange and annoying beeping of a machine next to his ear. Blinking the blurriness from his eyes, Tony squinted into the bright light around him, confused about where he was. Slowly the room came into focus around him and he frowned. He was in a hospital room. The annoying beeping that had woken him was a heart monitor. Tony searched his memory, trying to come up with an explanation for being here. He couldn't think of any. There hadn't been an accident in his lab that he could remember. In fact, the last thing he did remember clearly was going to sleep, and then seeing Harry in that strange house.

Briefly his thought processes were derailed as the enormity of that memory struck him. He was uncertain if what he's experienced had been real. His waking up in a hospital room indicated that perhaps he's had a stroke, or seizure. Perhaps everything with Harry had simply been a strange hallucination caused by that rather than heavy drinking. But it felt real, the memories weren't hazy like a dream would have been. His body ached all over from the last round of Harry's attention, but that could also be easily explained away if he'd had a seizure as well. Frowning to himself he tried to slowly sit up in his bed. He didn't have any trouble, so obviously all his muscles were working correctly. In fact, the only thing he could find wrong with him was an intense thirst. Before he could hit the call button on his monitor however, the door swung open, and Pepper walked into his room.

Tony froze for a heartbeat as a wall of mixed emotions hit him strongly. It was a tangled mess of contradictions, one he didn't have a hope of sorting through before the woman had flung herself into his arms. She hugged him tightly, tears in her eyes as she clung to him like he might slip away if she let go. "Tony, I'm so glad you're awake! I was so worried! What happened? How are you feeling? Do you need the nurse?"

Gently Tony untangled her from himself, his voice soft as he tried to calm her down. "Pep...Pep...Pepper, hush. I'm all right. I don't need the nurse. I don't know what happened. I went to sleep and woke up here. I was hoping someone would be able to tell me what's going on."

Pepper let herself be moved, sniffing softly as she wiped the tears from her eyes with one hand while she firmly held on to one of Tony's. "Jarvis called me. He said he couldn't wake you up. He said he did a body scan and that you had strange brain activity. He didn't know what to make of it, so he called emergency services, then called me."

Tony frowns again; he would have to look at whatever Jarvis had recorded when he was released from here. At the moment however, he wasn't sure what to make of the information. He knew what he hoped for, but he still found it very difficult to believe in the sort of psychic encounter he'd shared with Harry. "What hospital are we at?"

Pepper nervously cleared her throat. "Uhm..its a Shield Hospital. I..I kind of panicked, and didn't realize where we were until they'd already brought us here. It's a good idea, I mean...It kept the media away until we knew what's wrong. They think you're off on a private vacation by the way. I thought staying here would keep you safer. Would keep Iron Man safer as well."

Slowly Tony let out a tense breath, while he did not want to be at the mercy of Shield for any reason at all, it really was the safest place for him. A public hospital would have been a disaster. However, he didn't trust them not to tamper with his Arc Reactor. Pepper wouldn't have thought about that in her worry for him though, and really Tony couldn't fault her for that. "Its alright Pep, it's fine. We'll talk to the doctor and see what's going on, then go home."

She gripped his hand more tightly, tugging on it a bit in her distress. "But Tony, what if it's something serious? You wouldn't wake up for four days!"

Tony blinked, surprised by the outburst. "Four days?"

She nodded solemnly. "Yes Tony, four long, horrible days. They wouldn't tell me anything about what was going on because you have Rhodey listed as your next of kin. You never changed it over to me."

Tony winced, knowing a highly unpleasant conversation would be coming later because of that. With the both of them. Rhodey because he was worried about Tony, and Pepper because she was left in the dark with only her fear to keep her company. Quickly he tried to shift the subject before it went sideways. "Where is he anyhow?"

Pepper sighed, but chooses not to drag it out for the time being. "Sleeping. He was in here a couple of hours ago. I made him get something to eat and go to sleep. He was impersonating a zombie rather too accurately."

The conversation trailed off, Tony because he wasn't sure what to say. He didn't know why Pepper fell silent. After a few moments Tony laid back down. He wasn't sure how to deal with Pepper right now after seeing Harry. After being with Harry. Whether the encounter was real or not didn't matter in the end, it still felt real to him and he couldn't find it in himself to feel guilty about what Pepper would see as a betrayal. Even if it was only in his head, Tony has known for a long time that he loved Harry beyond anyone, or anything else. He cared for Pepper, that was never in question, but he didn't know how to deal with this conflict at this point. So silence was the only answer he could think of until he'd sorted out his own mind.

Lucky they were interrupted by the doctor only a few minutes later, not giving things time to become overly awkward. Pepper seemed content to cling to Tony's hand and have him awake, regardless of whether he was talkative or not. Much to Tony's amusement and annoyance, the doctors were baffled by his 'episode', as they referred to it. There was nothing physically wrong with him beyond normal fatigue and his brain scans which were now normal. They had him stay for a sleep study and found nothing abnormal there either. Tests of all sort were done, both while he was sleeping and after he'd woken up, and they found nothing at all aside from the unusually high brain activity while he was sleeping for four days.

It all amounted to nothing, and they ran out of excuses for keeping him there. Pepper was in turns furious and distraught at the lack of results. Rhodey remained calm, but angry and Tony was nearly silent throughout the entire process. Alarming everyone without meaning to. Tony was for the most part lost in his own thoughts, trying to process everything Harry had told him, and how he felt about Pepper. There was just so much he needed to work through, and it wasn't going to be a quick resolve.

Two days later they reluctantly let him go home.