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Chapter 15
Tony had to shower once again after getting off from the memory of last night. Rogers wasn't there when he woke up, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. The sound of rain hitting the windows had him pulling back the curtains and frowning down at the courtyard. He'd had breakfast outside every morning since he arrived, so the kitchen would have to do for today.
Unsurprisingly, Sam was already waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. Even though Clint must be off on his new mission, Tony rarely went anywhere in this house without an escort, an annoying fact of life he learned to deal with.
"Craving anything specific for breakfast?"
Tony shrugged. He wasn't starving, but he could eat something small. "Honestly I'm fine with cereal. Do you think you guys have Lucky Charms?"
Sam laughed at him and gave a short shake of his head. "Man, you and Peter are way too much alike. The kid damn near refuses to eat anything else. You'll have to convince him to share."
"I always knew I liked him."
Peter was already in the kitchen, sitting atop one of the barstools, when they walked through. Tony had to bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing at the kid's ridiculous bedhead sticking up at all angles like he'd been electrocuted. His glazed over eyes were brought back to life when he blinked and seemed to realize he was no longer alone.
"Tony!" He beamed around a mouthful of cereal.
Tony couldn't help but return his smile. "Hey Underoos. Think I could steal a bowl of your Lucky Charms? Sam says you might try and bite my hand off if I didn't ask first."
Peter's face flushed crimson, but he swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded, pushing the box across the bar.
"Thanks," Tony said and poured himself a bowl. Before he could ask, Sam already set out the carton of milk for him. "I'm ready to test out JARVIS today. Want to join me?"
As Peter opened his mouth to respond enthusiastically (Tony could tell by the expression on the kid's face), Sam interrupted with a slight cough. "Uh, actually, we're leaving this morning after breakfast. Cap's already went ahead, but there's a party we need to be at tonight in Florida."
"Can I go too?" Peter asked, eyes wide and hopeful.
Sam frowned at him. "You already know the answer to that, Pete."
"But it's just one party! No one would even have to know. You could sneak me in."
"It's a party at a club you're not even old enough to get into, and yes, Cap would know." Sam argued lightly. "You know he's got that weird radar thing when it comes to you."
Tony raised a curious brow. "Weird radar thing?"
Peter grimaced. "You'll see it eventually, I'm sure. Ask him sometime where I am at any given moment, and he'll always, always know the answer."
"Wow, not one minute of privacy for you, huh?"
"Not one," Peter agreed moreosly. "That sucks that we can't test JARVIS out in the new lab today, I was really looking forward to it."
Tony tried to give him a small smile. No matter how he ended up here at the compound, he could never regret meeting Peter, and after all of the time they'd spent together, Tony hated the look on the kid's face. "Hey, as soon as I get back we try it out together. I'm sure it will only be a few days."
That seemed to cheer him up, and the weird tightness in Tony's chest loosened just a fraction.
XX
Once Tony was seated on the plane, Sam got comfortable in the chair across from him and held out a familiar manilla envelope.
"Cap asked for you to read over this on the way."
Tony narrowed his eyes and took it from him, tilting the documents towards himself once he got them out of the folder. "You didn't peek, did you?" The thought of the other Avengers knowing what went on between him and Rogers didn't sit well at all.
Sam shook his head and began pulling out his headphones. "No way, I don't have a deathwish."
"Good." At least he didn't have to worry about that, and it was kind of nice knowing that Rogers didn't spread their non-existent sex life around. If they were going to start something, he wanted it to just be the two of them. It wasn't anyone else's business.
There were actually two documents, one with his previous redlines and markups and a clean copy with all of the changes integrated. He was actually kind of impressed that Rogers was thoughtful enough to include both so that Tony could confirm that nothing was left in the contract that he didn't want.
Before he started comparing the two, he shifted his gaze outward, watching the rain coming down in harsh streaks across the thick windows. The sun hadn't made an appearance yet, leaving the light on the plane dimmer than he remembered. Tony had never been one to be particularly introspective of his feelings, as he tended to simply avoid avoid avoid, much to the displeasure of his friends. But this was different. The tightness crawling up and through his chest over the past few weeks was evidence that he needed to confront this head on.
Tony still didn't appreciate how he came to stay at the compound. It was against his will and once he had time to look past his anger and frustration, he was man enough to admit that he'd been afraid. He didn't know Rogers or the Commandos from Adam, and there was no guarantee for his safety besides Rogers' word. Over the past few weeks things had obviously changed. He wasn't scared anymore, not of Rogers or the Avengers that he'd met. The Winter Soldier was a problem in and of itself, but Tony was confident that he'd be protected if Bucky tried anything.
He found himself thinking of scenarios of how the two of them could have met under different circumstances, and how they might have played out. What if he simply ran into Rogers after breaking up with Ty? Tony probably would have hopped on the man's dick without a second thought, still drowning in anger and frustration and just wanting to fuck it out. But he wouldn't have been interested in more than one night if it was just a rebound, and he certainly wouldn't have allowed a conversation about his submissive nature in the bedroom. Why would he? They would have met at a resort in Mexico, it wasn't conducive to beginning a relationship, much less a d/s one.
Or maybe Rogers could have followed him back to Malibu and planned a meet-cute there. They would bump into each other like they did in Mexico, and Rogers might ask Tony out to coffee. They might have dated for a few months before their sexual preferences came to light. What if they did sign a contract like the one he held in his hands now? Rogers would eventually have to go back to the compound and travel for 'work.' Tony would have found out about the Avengers and Commandos eventually, right? How would that conversation go after being intimately involved with Rogers? Tony knew himself well enough to understand that he would have felt betrayed and absolutely furious, knowing that the man he began falling for was a murderer, no matter what his moral code might be. He would have hated that Rogers lied to him for so long.
Which brought Tony back to reality. Sure, it might have involved kidnapping, but Rogers had never lied to Tony, not once. He'd kept his promise of not taking what was not given to the point of frustration and uncomfortableness on his part, despite Tony's provocation. Rogers had made sure he felt safe and cared for inside of the compound, and he didn't cut Tony off from his work or friends like he could have. It was true that Tony couldn't leave on his own, but it wasn't like he couldn't go anywhere. If he wanted to go shopping, or to the movies, or wherever the fuck he might want to, all he needed to do was ask and someone would drop whatever it was they were doing and go with him.
Despite all of that, Tony knew he would never have even considered the contract if he didn't have feelings for Rogers. The mob boss had spent the past few weeks courting him, for lack of a better word. He was genuinely interested in anything and everything Tony said, and never failed to have a random question on the tip of his tongue to get Tony talking again. What kind of ice cream did he like? How did he come to love engineering? If he could have a pet, what would it be and what would he name it? Where would he want to travel? Why did robotics make him so happy?
It was invasive and confusing and absolutely brilliant. Tony's cheeks warmed every time Rogers made an effort to get to know him, and when he offered something of himself in return. Nobody had ever been this interested in him like this, ever. Ty chipped away at him over a course of a few months in what seemed like interest, but it turned out to be suspicion. He'd learned who Tony was and tried to exploit it for all it was worth. Tony kind of hoped that Rogers never found out, because he wasn't sure how the mob boss would react.
Either way, Tony found himself with actual, real life feelings for Rogers. As he finally began thumbing through the clean copy of the contract, he instinctively knew the sex would be incredible. There wasn't a hint of doubt about that, if the past few weeks were anything to go by. But agreeing to be Rogers' submissive, or at least in the bedroom, was a lot of pressure. The mob boss had been hoping for this for 5 years, building up a picture inside of his head that no one could realistically live up to. He'd done a good job of dissuading Tony's insecurities before, but what happened when they finally crossed that line?
He tried to imagine what it would be like to trust Rogers with that part of himself. It would be a monumental step, and he'd have to keep his mind sharp and his tongue loose to ensure that his safeword was ready in case something happened.
Fuck, he was really thinking about doing this, wasn't he?
Tony considered his choices for the remainder of the fight. He knew he didn't have to sign. Rogers wasn't actually expecting him to sign, and he wouldn't be upset in the slightest if Tony left the contract blank.
But Tony wanted this.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, his muscles seized in anticipation and slight desperation. Fuck, he actually wanted this, he wanted Rogers. He wanted to feel the man's hands on him, in him. Tony wanted to drop to his knees in front of Rogers and worship at his cock, feeling it heavy and hot on his tongue and deep within his throat. He wanted those easy praises to wash over him as Rogers split him open carefully and slowly.
Tony wanted this.
He snuck a quick peak at an uninterested Sam, then flicked his eyes back down to the contract. Tony wrote down a small astrix and a stipulation that their first time needed to be initiated by him right above the signature block. He sucked in a few deep breaths and calmed his erratic heart rate, ignoring the tightness of his veins as he thought about what was to come.
And then he signed the damned contract.
XX
At the hotel later that evening, Tony adjusted the collar of his shirt, a small thrill going down his spine in anticipation of seeing Rogers. The material was a dark blue see-through lace with beautiful flower and leaf designs across the front and back, with solid sleeves. His white slacks were tailored perfectly, shaping the curve of his ass and thighs.
He looked fucking hot, and Tony couldn't wait to see Rogers' face when he walked in the club.
He shot a smirk to himself in the mirror and kept it stretched across his face as he walked down the stairs of the hotel lobby where his chaperone waited.
"Cap is going to kill you," Sam mused with an exasperated shake of his head. "And then he's going to kill me."
Tony threw his head back and laughed loudly, taking Sam's offered arm. "Shall we?"
The ride to the nightclub was only about twenty minutes, and Sam explained how it was one of fifteen that Rogers owned. It was the furthest south and one of his favorites, so he preferred to do many of his dealings there.
"Is your one armed friend going to threaten me again?" Tony asked with just a hint of bitterness.
"Not this time." Sam promised. "Cap's been talking with him. He's coming around."
Tony snorted. "Sure, I'll believe that when I see it."
The limousine pulled up to the curb, and the driver got out first to open the door for them. Sam slid to his feet effortlessly, helping Tony up before leading them towards the club. It was misting slightly, and the chilly breeze made Tony's nipples taunt, causing them to poke through his shirt. Even from the outside, they could hear the deep bass of the music that bled through the thick walls, and the flashing strobe lights lit up the damp sidewalk beneath their feet.
Sam didn't bother with the line, walking straight past the hoard of at least sixty scowling people and nodded to the bouncer before slipping through the massive double doors. The inside was unlike any nightclub Tony had ever been to before. For one, the entire place was covered in a deep, dark mahogany wood with intricate designs that cast the most interesting shadows across the hundreds of patrons piled together between them. The bars were the most eye-catching with miniature lights placed in exactly the right positions to give the designs a classic, high end, and dangerous feel. Tony could feel the music coming from every which direction, even beneath his toes as the floor pulsed along with the beat. People were packed together on the dance floor, moving against one another in a way that had Tony's heart rate spiking. He loved to dance.
It was dark as Sam took his hand to ensure they didn't lose each other. "Listen Tony," he called over his shoulder. "It won't just be us, alright? Some people will be joining us and we'll have to discuss some matters with them."
"Some people, some matters." Tony repeated with a drawl. "Cap needs to play mafia boss, I get it."
Sam paused just before they hit the stairs where two bodyguards stood. He spun around and gently grabbed Tony's biceps, a serious expression on his face."Tonight isn't a joke, okay? These people are dangerous. Just try to keep your head down."
Tony swallowed thickly and nodded. He didn't need to cause any trouble tonight, it was fine. All he really wanted to do was see Rogers anyway. Now that he'd decided he was ready for a sexual relationship, Tony was damn near insatiable and borderline desperate to see the man who would dominate him.
"Hank, Logan." Sam greeted with a slight tilt of his head when they passed the two men on the stairs who both had entirely too much hair on their bodies to meet any sort of health code. "Avengers," Sam whispered behind him in explanation. Two sets of widened eyes lingered on Tony, no doubt recognizing him from the countless pieces Rogers had decorated the compound with.
The second floor wasn't quite as crowded, but no less beautiful. Sam let go of him near the bar and told Tony to order whatever he wanted. "Just wait here for a minute, okay? I'll be back."
The bartender slid a glass of whiskey across the clean surface and grinned at him, leaning forward while mixing a few other drinks at the same time. "Heard you were coming in tonight. I'll take care of whatever you need."
The corners of his lips twitched in response, and he felt his cheeks flush. "You heard about me?"
"You bet," she nodded, her high ponytail bopping atop her head. "The boss man passed around your picture so we all knew to keep an eye out. You must be pretty special."
Tony ducked his head but couldn't help the pleased smile dancing across his lips. They chatted lightly for another twenty minutes before he realized that Sam never came back. He tried to reach up from where he was perched on the barstool to see around the crowd of people where he might have disappeared to, but came up with nothing. Tony finally downed the last of his drink and asked for one more before making his way through the throng dancing bodies. He came across a VIP room where a giant of a man with long blond hair and beautiful stubble blocked the entrance. Tony had to do a double take because the bodyguard damn near looked like a god or something, he was certainly built like one. Rogers was still number one in his book, but this guy came in at a close second.
And he seemed to recognize Tony. His face lit up with recognition and he grinned broadly, raising his hands out to the side. "Friend Tony! It is a pleasure to finally meet you." Tony shook the offered hand and tried not to wince at the strength of it. "I am Thor, our dear Captain shall have my loyalty for however long he wishes, and as his chosen mate, that loyalty extends to you as well."
Tony blinked at the strange introduction, but managed to smile back. "Nice to meet you, Thor. Mind if I go see Cap?"
Thor's laugh seemed to boom across the club, and he stepped aside, "Of course, take great care, friend Tony."
He inched by the blonde giant and into the room, sucking in a breath at the sight. Lights were still flashing in here, but there were two stripper poles atop separate platforms where multiple dancers performed for their audience. The two far walls were littered with men and women in dark suits and stunning dresses, everyone dressed to the nines for whatever deal was being negotiated. Tony stepped around the dancers and plucked a grape from a vine at the refreshment table, finally catching Rogers' eye from where he sat next to an older, completely bald man with a knowing smile.
Rogers' eyes darkened at the sight of him, and Tony revelled in the attention. It was always nice to see the physical effects he had on the mob boss. Rogers excused himself without taking his eyes off of Tony, then moved swiftly and gracefully to his side. He caught Tony's hand and nuzzled his nose into the crook of Tony's neck. "What do you think you're wearing?"
Tony let out a little laugh and sank into Rogers' touch. He was so fucking warm. "About a thousand dollars worth of clothing, that's what."
He was led out of the VIP room and into a free space along the railing, looking out to the first floor where hundreds of people danced below them. Rogers slid his arms around Tony's waist and touched his lips to his ear. "You are simply ravishing, Tony. Radiant. Exquisite. Even this outfit could never do you justice."
Tony flushed at the praise, but shrugged it off the best he could and batted his eyelashes. "I bet I'd look even better with it off of me."
Rogers groaned and pressed closer to him, his heat crashing against Tony in waves. "I thought I told you not to provoke me."
Tony chuckled, bringing up a hand and cupping Rogers' cheek before moving it down his neck, across his chest and down his arm, squeezing at his bicep. "Maybe. Why shouldn't I? Are you afraid that I'm too good at it?" He grabbed at Rogers' hand and brought it forward so that he could feel Tony's growing erection, so that he understood what his simple presence did to Tony.
"Fuck."
Tony hummed in agreement, still leaning forward. "You're strong, aren't you?" He teased. "I bet it wouldn't take much effort for you to rip straight through my pants and take me tonight, would it?"
He could feel a low rumbling erupt from Rogers' chest, and those large hands twisted into the material of Tony's shirt. One touching the heated skin at the small of his back while the other one slid down to cup his ass. "You will be mine, I guarantee it." Rogers' lips ghosted across Tony's neck where he stretched further, bearing it to the mob boss in a show of submission. "Then I'll do anything I want, anytime I want with you."
"Hmmmm." Tony didn't say anything, just shifted closer. Rogers didn't know that Tony signed the contract, and the secret was an added thrill of excitement. It's foreplay, not provocation, that they're doing tonight, Rogers just doesn't know it yet. He smirked, pulling away slowly and winking at the mob boss before turning on his heel and heading back downstairs.
Rogers had business to attend to, and Tony told himself he wouldn't get in the way of that. They'd have all night afterwards. He'll just have to find someone to dance with in the meantime. He's at a club, right? So why not?
The floor was crowded as soon as he stepped onto it, and it took him at least ten minutes to get to the bar. Thankfully, the bartender down here recognized him too, because she immediately left a customer waiting at the other end to come to Tony and take his order. Two redheads appear on either side of him, each painted in sexy strappy black dresses that hugged their curves in all of the right places. If he were straight, Tony was sure that his pants would be even tighter than they already were from the light groping that went on upstairs.
"How did you get a drink so quickly?" The younger woman with long, scarlet curls asked him with a slight accent that he couldn't place. She couldn't have been more than 25, while the other woman could have been her older sister. Both of their lips were pursed in a sexy pout that did absolutely nothing for Tony.
He chuckled and waved over the bartender and allowed them to order quickly as well. "Someone's trying to make sure I have a good time, I think." They thanked him and snuggled in uncomfortably close to his sides.
"I love a man with a nice goatee," The younger woman praised, reaching up a hand to slide her fingers through the short hair on his face. Tony flinched back and caught her wrist before gently easing it back to the bar.
"I love a man who can dance," the older one said with a twitch of her lips. Her intensity could have rivaled Rogers', and that was saying something.
The younger woman tore his attention back by pressing up against him. "We could have a good time tonight, yeah? Or maybe you might be interested in having a go with my twin brother?"
Tony backed up enough so that they were no longer draped over his arms, holding up his palms in surrender. "You are both beautiful ladies, absolutely stunning. But a) I'm not available at the moment, and b) I prefer my women with a little more dick, if you get my drift. Though I appreciate the offer, I'm going to have to refuse."
The two women looked at him, then back at each other, then back at him, matching pleased grins lighting up their flawless faces. The older one reached out a delicate hand and crooked a finger to bring him closer. "That's what we like to hear. I'm Natasha, and this is Wanda. I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot more of each other, Tony."
He stiffened in surprise, narrowing his eyes with a scowl. "How did you know my name?"
Wanda leaned in and took a sip of her drink. "Cap's been obsessed with you for years. Do you honestly think we could ever forget your name when the news got out? Let alone your face?"
"It's true," Natasha smirked. "We just wanted to have a little fun before we introduced ourselves."
Tony blinked, relaxing back into the flow of music as the perceived threat of danger passed. "You're…" He dropped his voice to a whisper and looked between them. "Part of the Commandos?"
Wanda snorted. "We're Avengers, baby. Top of the line."
Natasha nodded her agreement.
"Well then," Tony sniffed, knocking back his drink before setting the empty glass on the bar. "Would either of you ladies like to dance?"
XX
Bucky's gaze drifted from where he'd been keeping an eye on Stevie and Xavier, but the deal seemed to be coming along just fine. There was a slight moment of panic when his best friend had left with Tony, but he came back five minutes later with a smug grin and more power radiating off of him than usual. It must have been one hell of a talk.
Patrons danced and grinded together below the VIP balcony, and he straightened in interest when he finally caught sight of Nat. She looked up at him for a moment, giving him a slight shake of her head, then twirling a strand of hair between her fingers, a sign they'd come up with before the start of the evening.
Huh. So Tony didn't go for either her or Wanda tonight, despite their obvious flirting, and had even told them that he was unavailable. Bucky wasn't quite sure how to feel about that. On one hand, he'd been sure that Tony would be a ridiculous flirt, and that his actions with Natasha and Wanda would finally show Stevie that the engineer didn't actually walk on water or whatever shit his best friend thought, and then maybe they could cut Tony loose and get back to their normal lives.
But now? Tony actually seemed to be respecting the claim Steve had on him, even going as far to push two very persuasive women away. Sure, it probably helped that he was gay, but he could have been bi, right? And he could have done some heavy flirting despite not being attracted to them, or taken Wanda up on her offer to spend the evening with Pietro. So maybe Stevie's feelings weren't quite as unrequited as Bucky thought. He honestly just wanted his best friend to have what he and Nat had, and he hadn't thought Tony was the answer.
Now though?
Maybe the guy wasn't so bad after all.
He was pretty good on his feet, Bucky had to at least give him that. He spun both Natasha and Wanda around effortlessly, carefully not to let them bump into any of the other patrons despite the tight space, and seemed to be able to make them laugh, if the delighted looks on their faces were anything to go by.
They seemed to be having...fun. A lot of fun.
The music changed into something heavier and sexy, and people packed in around them to move against one another. Tony, Nat, and Wanda flowed with them, ending up plastered to each other without a care in the world. Bucky watched them for a few minutes before realizing that something was wrong.
Tony had stiffened, his shoulders tight and uncomfortable as he tried to wriggle away from something. Bucky saw what it was after someone moved out of the way to reveal a familiar face, Ronan. The man's lips were way too close to Tony's ear, and Bucky could only imagine what he was saying to him. Whatever it was, Tony didn't like it. The engineer kept trying to move away, but at the same time, kept himself in between Ronan and the girls.
Bucky's fists clenched on the railing, and he thought about going down there to shove the man off of Tony before Nat caught on. She moved directly in front of Tony like they were dancing and reached her hands up to cup his face. Bucky might have been jealous if he didn't know what she was planning.
The Black Widow spun Tony around quickly and gracefully in the blink of an eye, so that he was in between her and Wanda. She then turned on her heel to lay a hand on Ronan's chest, leaning forward to whisper sharply in his ear. The veiled threat was obvious and did its job, because Bucky watched Ronan's face pale before he backed up quickly, slamming into the other patrons without giving their annoyed scowls a second glance. He was too busy looking back at Nat in horror.
Bucky snorted, strangely pleased that his plan failed. At least he knew now that Tony seemed to be serious about Steve. Maybe everything would work out better than he expected.
XX
Tony had to hand it to Natasha, that woman was smooth in her ability to kick ass without anyone else noticing. When that creep had gotten too close and started whispering filthy things that would probably give him nightmares into Tony's ear, it only took a few moments for his dance partners to fix the problem.
After that display, he thought maybe they each deserved a drink for their efforts, so he dragged them back over to the bar. The bartender once again left waiting customers to take their orders, and then the three of them clinked their glasses together in celebration. Tony's eyes shot back up to the balcony of the VIP room, and a shock ran through his spine when he spotted Rogers looking out over the crowd. The mob boss must have been looking for Tony, because when their eyes met across the way, his lips twitched upwards and his shoulders relaxed.
Tony winked at him playfully, sipping on his glass while the two girls chatted by his side. Rogers cocked his head in their direction, as if to ask how Tony found two other Avengers on the dancefloor. Tony shrugged in response and lifted an eyebrow in challenge, wanting nothing more than for the mob boss to come and join them. He wanted to feel Rogers heat behind him in the crowd of people, to grind his ass back against the man's groin.
He could see Rogers swallow above him, his Adam's apple bobbing with the movement, before smirking and coming to a decision. The mob boss whispered something to Bucky and Sam, keeping his eyes on Tony, before disappearing through the crowd.
Tony couldn't hold in a laugh, earning him strange looks from the girls. "I want to play a little game of cat and mouse, want to join me?"
They both grinned at him and each took one of his hands, pushing past the bar's patrons and up the stairs. Every time they passed someone who looked similar to Rogers, the three of them would duck behind someone else, or pretend to look busy until the person moved out of eyesight. By the time they made it upstairs, the three of them were clutching their stomachs from laughing so hard.
Tony leaned against the railing and wiped at the corner of his eyes. "You two are excellent at blending in. You've got to teach me that spy shit sometime."
"I've never seen anyone put Cap on his toes like this," Wanda snickered, turning so that she could see the cluster of people below, leaving Tony and Natasha to follow her lead. "I can't wait to see his face."
It didn't take long. Tony was sure that he'd be able to pick Rogers out of a crowd on any given day of the week. The mob boss stood out like a spotlight on a darkened stage, Tony's eyes zeroing in on him immediately. He was pushing past people without apologizing, his heated gaze tracking every man who looked like Tony. Finally, they watched him scowl and rub at the back of his neck. Like Tony called his name, Rogers' face snapped up and he narrowed his eyes in confusion.
"Uh oh, he's coming for you!" Wanda pointed out as Rogers started moving once again.
Tony chewed on the bottom lip, his body thrumming in anticipation. "Let him come. I'm ready."
They both raised their palms up in surrender and backed up so they wouldn't interfere. He assumed they went to the VIP room with the other Avengers, until a heat pressed up against his back. The size was too small to be Rogers, so he thought it might be one of the girls returning.
"Decided to stick around after all?"
"I couldn't leave you here all by your lonesome, could I?" The voice was low and scratchy, the same one that gave him the creeps out on the dancefloor.
Tony jerked forward in surprise, but was trapped against the railing. He grit his teeth in annoyance and tried to sidestep in order to get away. "Uh, how about you get the hell off of me?"
The man chuckled, far too close for comfort, and breathed in his ear, bringing both arms to cage Tony in. "Come home with me. I'll give you what you need, baby. I'll have you sucking my cock, getting it nice and wet before I fuck you open."
"No thanks," Tony shouted, struggling against the man's hold. His skin crawled in disgust as the man pressed himself up against Tony, refusing to let up even an inch. "I have a boyfriend, now get the fuck off!"
The grip around him tightened until it was painful, causing Tony to cry out. There were going to be bruises tomorrow. "He must not take care of you properly if he left you here all alone. I saw you dancing out there, you need someone like me to reign you in. I"ll show you what a real man can do." He reached forward to cup Tony's soft cock and squeezed.
"Stop!" As Tony opened his mouth to scream, the weight behind him was yanked off in a rush. Suddenly everything moved very, very fast.
Rogers was there, hovering over him protectively and Tony sighed in relief. He spun around to thank him, but froze and sucked in a sharp intake of breath at the scene in front of him. An array of weapons glinted beneath the neon lights. Rogers had two guns in his hands, aiming them at the man who'd assaulted Tony. Fury rolled off of him in waves, leaving Tony weak in the knees as he watched as Bucky, Sam, Thor, Natasha, and Wanda bring up their own weapons against the man and two bodyguards behind him. It was a standoff, with the Avengers as the obvious victors, though that fact didn't make any of it any less tense.
"Sam." Rogers ground out behind a clenched jaw. Sam nodded and lowered his own gun slowly before stepping behind the mob boss and taking Tony's hand.
"Come on, I'll get you out of here."
Tony could do nothing but follow, fear gripping his heart as we watched the Avengers close ranks around the man who assaulted him, with Rogers right in the middle. Sam pulled him along, covering his body with his own and rushing him out of the club and into a limousine in a matter of minutes.
Once the door slammed behind them, the car took off into the night. Sam leaned back against the leather seats and sighed heavily.
"Fuck."
XX