Note: I don't own anything. Also, there's sex in this chapter.
Chapter 17
Tony was insatiable.
Even after he was satisfied and fucked out, a surge of arousal would coil low in his stomach and he would want more as if trying to make up for lost time. Thankfully, Steve wasn't any better. Each time Tony's hands would reach up to travel across the plains of Steve's chest and shoulders, touching for the sake of touching because it was something he was allowed to do now, the mob boss' eyes darkened and he couldn't help but respond in turn. Tony swore that Steve's refractory period was something designed by the gods, or maybe just Zeus in particular considering how much the head honcho of the Olympians got around.
Steve would ask for his color and confirm his safeword, always checking for his consent before switching into Tony's dominant. It was a physical as well as a mental change, flowing into the way Steve held himself, even more powerful and eye-catching than normal. And that was saying something. Every command, every word of praise, and every slide of his cock inside Tony had his submissive side purring, shaking in pleasure from finally getting what he's always yearned for.
After spending three straight days on the yacht, never once feeling the need to cover themselves up with clothes, Tony sighed heavily and laid back curled against Steve's arm. Sam and Bucky had taken off back to the compound after Steve (not so politely) asked them to leave as he didn't want them anywhere near a very naked Tony.
Steve was still trembling slightly from his orgasm, and he gave into the desire of holding Tony close by reaching his other arm around the engineer's waist. The skin contact was something both of them craved after sex, no doubt a reaction to the high of endorphins and dopamine they encountered. Tony always needed to catch his breath and be coaxed out of the puddle of subspace he found himself in, while Steve was always adamant about Aftercare, making sure they both returned back to their own minds safely.
Tony reached back and tilted his chin up to look at Steve, silently asking for more. Thankfully the last three days seemed to put them on the same wavelength, and Steve lowered himself down to catch Tony's lips with his own. His tongue snaked out after a few seconds, tracing the lines of Tony's bottom lip before breaking through the seal and exploring every inch of his mouth. Tony groaned and relaxed into Steve's hold. He hoped it would always be like this. Every touch, every kiss, every swipe of their tongues together had Tony shivering in pleasure, his skin lighting up like a fucking bonfire. They fit together so well, it was like they were made for this.
Unfortunately, reality came to knock Tony out of his blissed out stupor.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but we should probably get back to the compound."
Tony had to blink out of the haze of sex he was about to fall back into. When Steve's words registered, he scrunched up his nose in distaste.
Steve laughed against his lips, a low chuckle that Tony felt all the way down his back where the mob boss' chest pressed against him protectively. "I know, trust me. But I have some matters to attend to, and didn't you want to test out JARVIS? Plus, Peter will be anxious to see you in person. I don't doubt that someone let it slip about what happened at the club."
As much as he hated to admit it, Steve was right. They had to get back to the real world eventually. Well, he conceded, back to the world he found himself in after Mexico. It still didn't feel real. "Fine." Tony stretched out, arching his back like a cat. His lower back brushed across Steve's soft cock and he felt it harden once again beneath his touch. He smirked and turned a heated gaze up to his dom. "Once more before we leave?"
Steve had a matching grin. "Aren't you tired?"
"As if I could ever get tired of you." Tony scoffed, which earned him another slow, drawn out kiss.
All of a sudden, Tony's center of gravity changed as Steve hauled them both up and spun Tony around in a single graceful movement. He let out a surprised gasp but wove his hands around Steve's neck for support.
His dom walked them away from the table along the deck they'd been laying on up towards the bow of the yacht. He held Tony up with one hand under his ass while grabbing a clean towel from a basket nearby. With a swish of his hand, the towel was laid down perfectly, and Steve followed it down so that he was laying on his back. He looked up at Tony with a softness in his eyes that had Tony melting and sinking down to press their lips together.
A pleased rumble escaped Steve's chest, and Tony grinned against the kiss. The mob boss' palms came up to cup his cheeks and he drew Tony back a few inches. "Color?"
"Green." So very, very green. Always green.
"Remind me of your safeword?"
"Raza."
Steve nodded and caressed a line from Tony's neck, over his collarbone, and down his sides. "Good. Beautiful, Pet. I want you to ride me."
Fuck. Yeah, Tony could do that. He could so totally do that.
"There aren't any rules this time. Do whatever you need to do to bring yourself pleasure, okay? You can come whenever you want to as well."
That sounded incredible, and Tony didn't want to waste anymore time. He let his hands wander up and down Steve's chest while he experimented with a slight roll of his hips. His dom hissed at the contact, so Tony rutted against him a few more times, getting them both worked up while they panted against each other's mouth.
When he felt the twinge of desperation, Tony leaned back and stroked Steve's cock a few times before leading towards his already leaking hole. After the last three days and their most recent bout of sex, Tony didn't need any more preparation, and the head of Steve's cock slipped past the ring of muscle without any resistance, brushing up against semen already stuffed inside. Tony mewled, his body singing as he sunk down slowly, letting the wide girth fill him up and slide between his walls. When he was fully seated atop of Steve, he wrapped his hands around Steve's wrists to encourage the mob boss to hold onto his hips. He loved the knowledge that he turned Steve on, that his dom wanted him so much that he held on too tightly and left his mark.
Steve took the hint and sunk his fingers into the light bruises already forming, and Tony keened at the sensation. It didn't hurt exactly, not while the heat consuming him took up the majority of his concentration. Tony's freakout and previous panic attack at the compound must have stuck with him, because Steve was excruciatingly careful not to hurt him during sex. Some d/s relationships relied on the giving and receiving of pain, but it wouldn't work for them. Being hit with a flogger or paddle would remind Tony too much of his childhood, something he kept his mind away from at all times. But Steve seemed to realize that, because he never crossed any invisible lines that Tony had metaphorically drawn in the sand.
Tony used his tired muscles to lift himself up and down on Steve's cock, doing as Steve asked and taking his own pleasure. He arched his back and reached behind him to grip Steve's thighs for support while his cock bounced against his abdomen.
"Talk to me, please."
Steve chuckled beneath him. "Is that what you want, Pet? You want me to tell you how good you feel around my cock? How amazing your fucked out little hole feels?"
Fuck. "Yeah," Tony breathed, his shoulders relaxing at the praise while he sped up his movements.
"You would think you'd be gaping and loose after how many times I've had my dick in you, but you'd be wrong. You're still so tight and perfect. You cling to my cock like you don't want me to go anywhere."
Tony shook his head. "I-I don't. I don't want you to go anywhere."
Steve's fingers spasmed over Tony's hips and he sucked in a sharp intake of breath. "I'm not going anywhere, Pet. I never want to let you go. I want to keep you with me, on my cock and by my side."
Tony's leg muscles trembled, but the words flowing out of Steve's mouth were bringing him higher. He couldn't get enough. His hips rolled at a faster pace, which Steve matched with his praise.
"Yes. Fuck, Tony, you're so beautiful. I want to draw you, just like this. Blissed out and riding my cock like you were born for it. Taking me so well with your lovely mouth wide open in pleasure. You'd be my greatest masterpiece, Pet."
"Touch me, please!" Tony gasped, needing some more friction on his cock to push him over the edge.
Steve obliged by snapping one of his hands out and wrapping it around Tony's cock, those large fingers creating the perfect space for him to fuck into. By the violent bucking up of his hips, Tony guessed that Steve was getting close too.
"Come on, Pet. You can do it," Steve encouraged, his voice low and gravely with a twinge of desperation. "God, you feel so good. Fuck!"
Tony cried out as he came in long, hot, white strips across Steve's knuckles, his dom following right after with a choked off groan.
They both slumped to the ground as they caught their breath, sucking in the fresh air as the breeze ruffled their hair. Tony slipped off of Steve and cuddled up next to his side, pressing light kisses across the sweat-slicked skin.
Steve nuzzled his nose against Tony's temple and sighed happily.
XX
Tony wasn't sure how life back at the compound would change now that he was sleeping with Steve, but thankfully it honestly wasn't all that different. The Avengers he'd met so far were all waiting for them when they walked through the door, and it was strange having so many people happy to see him. Apparently his scare on the boat wasn't kept a secret either, so Tony had Peter wrapped around his torso while Clint, Sam, Thor, Natasha, Scott, Bruce, and Wanda all came up to express their gratefulness that he was okay. Even Bucky gave him a little nod.
The next morning Tony and Steve didn't get out of bed until lunchtime, too wrapped up in one another to go back to their usual routines yet. When they finally stumbled out of their room, Steve kissed Tony hard before heading off to a meeting, while Tony went straight to his lab where Peter and Bruce were already waiting for him.
"Finally!" Peter yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. "I thought you'd never come down! Where have you been?"
Tony and Bruce shared a look of discomfort before Bruce broke their eye contact with a cough. "Er, we're here to test out the new renovations, right? Let's get started."
"Yes!" Tony agreed quickly with a clap of his hands. "J, turn down the lights by 40%."
The lights dimmed immediately. Tony shot a wink at Peter before continuing. "Go ahead and bring up the file I was working on before my trip to Mexico."
"As you wish, Sir."
A familiar holographic projection appeared in front of him with a slight click, and Tony reached a hand out to grab the design and toss it out in front of him, Peter, and Bruce to enlarge it.
Their soft gasps could be heard as Tony maneuvered the design to break apart so that he could see the different parts he'd already worked through, all of his notes and sound bits hovering around it for easy access.
"Tony, this is…" Bruce shook his head, his voice laced with awe.
"Incredible." Peter finished for him.
A burst of pride bubbled up in Tony's chest as his cheeks flushed. It wasn't uncommon for people to comment on his intelligence or compliment his work, but for some reason it felt different when Bruce and Peter did it. More...real. They didn't want or expect anything from him other than his friendship, and neither of them were forced to spend time with him. Peter simply wanted to be around Tony because he looked up to him as a mentor, while Tony and Bruce could spend hours discussing theories and quantum mechanics just because they were interested in them.
Tony wanted to impress them.
The three of them spent the next six hours holed up in the lab, testing out every new feature and familiarizing themselves with the green energy designs Tony had started on before Mexico. Both Peter and Bruce had great ideas that Tony asked JARVIS to make a note of to try out in the coming weeks, and when Scott stopped by around 5, he was able to point out some potential obstacles that even Tony hadn't thought of.
Surprisingly it was Clint who came to collect them for dinner. Tony hadn't seen the archer in at least a week since whatever mission Steve assigned him took up much of his time.
"What, did you miss me or something Legolas?" Tony asked with a smirk.
Clint rolled his eyes and ushered them all out of the lab. "I can honestly say that you've definitely been on my mind, Tony. Now come on, Cap's waiting with dinner."
Tony snorted and followed him out towards the kitchen, turning on his phone while he did so. He liked to keep it off while working, a force of habit from working so long with Pepper. If she couldn't reach him, and didn't come down to get him, then it must not be important enough to be urgent.
The problem with that line of thinking now was that Pepper couldn't just pop over and annoy him, considering they were on different sides of the country. When his phone powered back up, Tony panicked when he saw about 20 missed calls from Pepper and Happy, with about 50 text messages all telling him to "CALL NOW."
He fumbled with his phone, earning him strange looks from the others, but he just waved them on. Tony hit Pepper's speed dial and brought it up to his ear, hoping she wouldn't be too angry. An angry Pepper was a scary Pepper.
"Tony, thank God."
She sounded incredibly relieved, which had Tony standing on shifting ground. He hadn't been expecting that.
"Where the hell have you been?" She stressed. "We've been trying to call you for hours!"
"I've been in the lab," he answered honestly. "I finished setting it up how I like, and I needed to familiarize myself with my designs. What's going on?"
"I…" she hesitated. "Are you alone?"
"Yes, Pep, just tell me what happened."
"A lawyer came by asking for you."
Tony blinked. "A lawyer? Pep we have Matt and Foggy on retainer for any legal situations."
"Nobody is suing you, Tony. Your father sent him."
Every muscle in his body locked up in shock, and Tony's breath caught as he caught his hand on the wall to keep from falling over.
"What did you say?" He whispered harshly.
Pepper sighed on the other line. "He said that your father sent him. He wants to arrange a meeting."
"Not happening."
"Tony-"
"No, Pepper!" He snapped, "it's not even an option. Tell him to fuck off."
She was silent for a few seconds before responding. "Okay, Tony, I'll get rid of him if he comes back. Aren't you even a little bit curious as to what your father might want?"
"No." He answered honestly. He didn't give a flying fuck what Howard Stark might want with him, and if he never saw the man again it would still be too soon. "No I'm not."
"Fine. I miss you. I hope you're happy wherever you are."
"I am, Pepper-Pot." He told her with a softer voice. "Go ahead and send over the new orders and contracts you were telling me about, I'm ready for them now."
"Will that be all?"
Tony grinned and felt the sharp pain of nostalgia. "That will be all, Miss Potts."
When they hung up, he pulled the phone away from his ear and slumped against the wall. Tony knew it wasn't the last he'd hear from his father. Even if Pepper kept sending the lawyer away, Howard Stark would find him somehow. His father was a persistent son of a bitch.
"Tony?" It was Steve, resting his shoulder against the threshold. He looked incredible in his navy blue button up and black slacks, and his eyes were soft and concerned. "Are you okay?"
Tony swallowed and pushed down all of the panic he was feeling before nodding. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
XX
Tony knew he was worrying the others with how quiet he'd been the past few days, but he couldn't help it. The knowledge that his father was looking for him was consuming him the same way it had ten years ago. It was oppressive, degrading, and soul-sucking, and Tony fucking hated it.
Steve helped, certainly more than Tony ever expected. Their sexual relationship succeeded in clearing his mind and making him feel safe and secure, and when Steve surrounded him before they fell asleep, it kept away the nightmares.
During the day it was different. Steve was gone in meetings or whatever the hell it was that mob bosses did, and Tony was left to either wander the compound or work in the lab. Not that he had a problem with either, but he was starting to get more and more paranoid. He was safe here, he knew that, but once thoughts of his father started coming back, other potential threats began resurfacing as well.
One in particular haunted him.
"But do you have any idea what you did?"
"I honestly couldn't care less, Buck. Ronan put his hands on Tony without his permission, he deserved what he got. I couldn't just sit there and watch."
"I know you couldn't, but this means war. A war between two powerful families. Don't you get that? Thanos isn't going to just sit back and let what happened go without some sort of punishment."
"Then let them come. If Thanos moves against me, we will wipe out him and everyone who stands behind him."
Steve was willing to go to war for Tony, to fight against a man who wanted Tony dead. The Avengers and Commandos would stand behind him because he was the Captain, he was their leader. And he'd gone and chosen Tony, which meant everyone was obligated to fight for him.
It made Tony sick.
What if Thanos attacked, and people died because of Tony?
He wouldn't let that happen. If the Avengers were going to fight for him, then he'd make sure they were better prepared for battle than even the soldiers on the front lines. Stark Industries was the number one weapons manufacturer in the world, and they'd snatched that spot by using Tony's designs.
Ergo, Tony was the world's greatest weapon designer, and no one besides Howard and Maria Stark, Pepper, Happy, Rhodey and Obadiah Stane knew it.
He would ensure that Steve and the Avengers were prepared for any kind of attack, but he couldn't let anyone know what he was working on. When he presented them with their weapons, maybe he could play it off and say it was just a natural transition from building clean energy devices or some shit like that, but he needed to keep his work quiet until then. Bruce and Peter were really wonderful, and Tony loved having them around, but they couldn't be involved with this.
After about a week of keeping mostly to himself, Bruce approached him in the workshop with his eyebrows drawn. "Tony, are you okay? You've been awfully quiet. I thought you would be pleased once we got the lab setup to your liking."
He'd been thinking about how to approach the conversation, so when the opportunity presented itself, he went for it. Tony gave Bruce a sheepish smile and rubbed at the back of his head. "I am, I'm thrilled, actually. I just…" He faked hesitation. "There are some confidential files I need to work on. We have pretty heavy NDA's with certain clients, and I can't figure out how to work on them with you and Peter here, not that I don't appreciate the help, of course!" He added quickly.
Bruce's wide eyes softened a fraction and he gave Tony a gentle smile. "Well why didn't you just say something, Tony? We don't mind stepping out for a few hours to let you work."
Tony gave him a tiny shrug. "I just didn't want either of you to feel like I didn't want you here. You know I love working with both of you."
"Don't worry about that." Bruce clapped him on the shoulder and started walking out towards the steel door. "I'll let Peter know you need some privacy. We'll come join you after lunch, how does that sound?"
Tony let out a true sigh of relief. "That sounds great. Thanks Bruce!"
Once he was gone, Tony closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose to steel himself.
"J?"
"Yes sir?"
"We've got work to do."
XX