"Agent Coulson, what do you have? This can't be another…" Fury trailed off as they rounded the corner into the alleyway. It was another grey day in London, with faintest of raindrops falling down onto the street or on their suit jackets. The little alleyway was taped off to regular pedestrians and civilians, with a few local law enforcement officers standing guard.
Coulson nodded to two and gestured them off, telling one of them it would be a good time for a smoke break. Fury dipped his head in a nod of approval before glancing down at the mark on the cement before them.
"Have our people taken readings?" Fury asked, letting out a noise of consideration at the sight. He'd never seen anything like it, like the mark. The triangle with the circle inside it, and the line bisecting the two. Not even the little stint with Danvers had stirred up something like this.
The mark flared between colors before falling still, going dark and black right before their very eyes. Then it stopped moving altogether and Coulson lifted an eyebrow.
"Sir… have you ever seen anything like this?"
Fury shook his head slowly, pondering things. Thinking about things from the past, the strange abilities that Danvers had to the weapons that HYDRA had during World War 2. "Let's dig up whatever the SSR had on… marks like these and anything that could make them. And what about cameras? London has a shit ton of them. What kind of footage do we have?"
Coulson shook his head apologetically. "None of our agents have been able to find any kind of footage. It's like that camera over there didn't exist before today."
"Or someone erased the footage," Fury commented idly.
"Yes, sir. I thought it was something like that," Coulson offered. "None of our hackers have been able to find a single signature from someone. And they all assure me there would be one."
"Well… let me take a look. When was the last time footage was available from that camera?" Fury asked, pointing to the camera over in the corner, sitting on the corner of a deli. "And when was the mark noticed?"
"Two weeks ago on Wednesday. The mark appeared then."
Fury nodded and turned around to head back to their trailer, hidden a few blocks away. "Coulson, with me. The rest of you finish taking your findings. We'll work our way forwards. I want to know if this coincides with strange energy readings in LA."
"Rhodey, meet Harry. Harry, meet my Rhodey," Tony said, gesturing between the two men. "Honeybear, you didn't really need to interrupt your busy social schedule to attend this."
Rhodey glared at him and then turned to look at Harry Potter, the man who would marry Tony this afternoon. The guy was standing patiently next to Tony, his green eyes amused. The room around them was quiet, a sort of ante chamber to the judge's office.
"He give you a nickname too?" Rhodey finally asked, his eyes spotting the snake on the man's shirt.
"Merlin. He calls me Merlin," Harry remarked, holding out his hand.
Rhodey raised an eyebrow as he continued to look the man over. "Merlin?"
"I was wearing a shirt with a pointy wizarding hat on it when we met," Harry explained, waving his hands idly. "And then I wore a shirt with a dragon on it yesterday."
"Before that, I saw a stick behind one of his ears," Tony added, poking Rhodey's shoulder. "It adds up, honeybear. It really does."
"I'm sure it does," Rhodey agreed, meeting Harry's amused green eyes.
"Picture it Rhodey. He could be a wizard with that scar," Tony said, shrugging. "The scar that he still hasn't told me about."
"I'm-"
"Uhuh, Harry. I'm gonna guess right one of these times," Tony interrupted. "Now we just need to sign the forms and then tell the board."
"And then have sex."
"That was my line, Merlin."
"I said it so you don't have to," Harry retorted.
Tony opened his mouth and would have said something about Harry's absolutely delightful cock when fingers slipped over his mouth. Harry caught his eyes, smiling in amusement, and shook his head. Tony slipped out his tongue to curl around one of Harry's fingers, watching as the man next to him turned pink. Harry was definitely a quiet alpha, one who apparently had patience in spades when it came to Tony. Rhodey looked between the two thoughtfully, standing at the lobby of city hall.
"Ah, no. Not in city hall," Harry retorted, his voice suspiciously rough, turning to look out beyond the hall behind them. "Those reporters are here for us, aren't they?"
Tony licked a long stripe across Harry's fingers and Harry swore, taking his hand away. Rhodey stared between them, his eyes widening by the minute.
"Yep. They're here for us," Tony answered, flipping his sunglasses on, and held out a hand. "Time to get married, Merlin."
"Sign on the dotted line, babe."
Harry rolled his eyes and elbowed Tony, grinning widely, and leaned down to sign. It didn't take too long for them to become legal husbands and Tony met his eyes through those sunglasses and then looped their arms together, towing them out of the building. They were met with several reporters, men and women both, who shoved microphones and phones their way, cameras filming them. He briefly shielded his eyes from the mid morning sun, bright and sharp as they came out of the Los Angeles city hall.
"Mr Stark! Mr Stark!"
Hedwig barked from where she stood patiently at the car, her tail between her legs, her ears pinned. Harry sighed and let Tony pull him towards the limo, sliding in quickly and tugging his… husband with him.
"Happy, drive," Harry muttered, seeing Hedwig slip over the barrier in the car to sit in the front passenger seat. Happy made a startled noise at her movement and then rolled the barrier up, letting the two of them have privacy.
Tony smelled of heat, of oil and metal and Harry grinned, seeing Tony slip his glasses off.
They didn't even make it into the mansion. Tony swore breathlessly as he shuddered right through an orgasm, his body flaring up as his heat simmered within him. Sweat dripped down his forehead and back as Harry's eyes went wide, the black in his pupils edging out the green. Tony groaned as heat flicked through his nerves, the stirrings of heat setting him afire, making him hard again almost instantly.
"Tony."
Harry's fingers dug into his hips, as he nipped marks into his bare skin. Tony bucked into him as Harry walked him backwards, heading for Tony's bedroom. Tony reached out and yanked at Harry's shirt, making grabby motions with his fingers as his breathing hitched, his cock aching.
They had already left a trail of clothes from the front door and Happy hadn't even gotten out of the car once they had arrived. Had said something about Jarvis keeping them informed and sending food. Pepper hadn't even gone with them, a little vague wistfulness in her eyes, but otherwise… it was business as usual for her. Jarvis had said he would make sure Hedwig was looked after and Pepper said she would take the dog out for a walk while the two were occupied.
Maybe he would give her a raise for… He groaned as Harry slipped his shirt off, revealing that tanned muscular skin that had a few scars on it. He would totally have asked about them but the heat in his stomach demanded friction, needed something in him. That greenish scar that looked like a bloom right in the center of Harry's chest be damned. That tattoo of a red wing also entwined with his curiosity but for later. Now he just wanted Harry in him, wanted that cock inside him. "Please."
Harry let out a strangled breath as he kept them walking, nudging Tony backwards, shucking his shoes off and jeans. The boxers went next and Tony swallowed against the heat that erupted in him at the sight of that cock. "I want… fuck...that in me now."
Slick trickled down his thighs and he stumbled back against the stairs behind him, feeling his muscles clench around nothing and… Harry slipped his arms around him, curling around his shoulders, wrapping around his ass and lifted him, like it was nothing, and a sound left Tony's throat at the movement, as Harry's cock rubbed up against his ass, thick and long.
They stood there for a moment, both breathing hard, and then Harry moved, unintentionally or not rocking against him. Tony moaned and bucked, throwing his arms around Harry and holding on, thrusting against that cock, trying to get it…
"Tony…" Harry muttered, holding him tight, talking through gritted teeth, his voice rough. The air was rife with the smell of them, pheromones circling the air, heat stinking up the hallway as he walked them up the stairs. Sweat dripped down his back and he could feel Harry's heated skin against his, that delicious feeling of skin rubbing against skin. Tony groaned as they made it to the top of the stairs and Harry leaned him against the wall, holding him there for a minute as he slipped his fingers around his hole, smearing his slick around.
Tony shivered and writhed and bucked, seeing Harry lean towards him and press into him, swallowing up a moan with his mouth. Tony scrabbled around, curling his arms deeper into Harry's skin and pulling him closer, closer, rolling his hips frantically, letting their dicks slide against each other.
Harry breathed into the kiss, trailing his mouth downward to lick a path down his throat, marking him up, sucking a bruise into his neck. Tony squirmed around, noises spilling out from his throat, needy and wanting and… He yelled out as Harry rocked into him, thrusting, his thigh rubbing against his bare cock. Heat and pressure coiled through him, making him yell with it, ribbons of hot want racing through him.
Tony tightened his arms around Harry again, digging his nails into Harry's back, and tugging him towards his own room, breathing hard. He could smell the sea air through the various open windows in the house but he could also smell himself, smell the heat pheromones that the two of them were emitting and it was making him almost crazy with it.
"Fuck. Look at you," Harry hissed, letting Tony tug him towards the bed, the big bed that he almost never slept in. "All hot and sweaty and… fuck. It's doing… Merlin, it's doing things to me."
Tony smirked even as Harry pushed him back down onto the bed, lifting his legs up to shove his jeans down. "Using my nickname-fuck-already, huh?"
"We…" Harry paused as he looked down at Tony, stripping his own jeans and shoes off. "We are… definitely… talking after this."
Tony was about to open his mouth to complain, to beg, to anything when Harry curled his fingers around Tony's calves and pushed them apart.
"You're already so wet for me, aren't you, baby boy?" Harry whispered, voice rough with arousal, those words almost slamming into Tony, almost like a freight train. The noise that left his throat was anything but gentle and Tony cursed, as Harry just stared at him, breathing hard, pupils wide. His cock ached enough so that it felt like it was a bone deep ache all throughout his body, heat licking at his nerves. He felt hot, felt like nothing would help except having Harry inside him.
Harry smirked down at him and leaned down, slipping his tongue out to taste him. Tony nearly shot off the bed like a rocket, pleasure making his vision grey out, making his world dwindle down to the tongue at his hole. His muscles flexed and ached, his nerves practically on fire as Harry licked into him sloppily, making him pant.
His toes curled as something unfurled in his chest and he cried out again as Harry withdrew, his chin and lips shiny with Tony's own slick. Tony moaned at the sight and tried to arch into Harry, reaching out to curl his fingers around the guy's dick. Around his husband's. His mate. His alpha. He groaned and threw his head back against the pillows only to whine as Harry's cock rubbed up against his ass.
"I've got you, Tony," Harry whispered, leaning down even as he lifted Tony's legs up, getting a better angle. He leaned down to nip and lick at Tony's stomach, stroking over Tony's smaller cock lightly, tracing his fingernails over the foreskin, over the head. Brushing his fingers over the folds in his way, slipping his fingers into him, smearing that slick all over. "I've got you."
"Just… fuck me, for fuck's sake," Tony groaned, bucking up into the man above him and then Harry thrust into him in one motion, sliding into him so easily with a wet, sloppy fullness.
Tony yelped and then broke off into a groan as Harry moved in him, thrusting into him like he was planning on staying for the next few days. Maybe even forever and Tony whined, squirmed even more as Harry slid up his body like a snake, latched onto his right nipple with his teeth and tugged. Sharp, bright pleasure pain flooded him and he moaned, arching up off the bed, making Harry groan.
Harry sounded like he had been hit with a two by four and thrust into him even deeper, the angle making it even hotter, slicker. "Tony. Fuck."
Tony keened as Harry moved, twisting his other nipple with his teeth, rubbing at his other and stroking his chest.
"You like it when I talk… dirty?" Harry muttered, dragging his teeth over hot skin, meeting those heat blown brown eyes. Tony's mouth was open and his lips were kiss bruised, his cheeks red with heat. His chest was sweaty and his cock was hard, come spilling from the tip of it. His thighs were drenched in slick, in sweat and come and it was… the hottest thing Harry had ever seen.
"Please," Tony whined, squirming around and bucking up into the other man, his heart rabbiting in his chest. Harry's arms were holding him in place, keeping him from burning up, from floating off, and away. His muscles were aching, were flexing and the marks Harry had left on his skin were throbbing but he wanted… "Oh, fuck. Do that again."
Harry grinned and winked at him, slipping a finger into him, between his cock and the flesh that surrounded him. "You wanna come for me? Or do you want something else?"
Tony swore and yanked on a few strands of black hair, making Harry groan and fuck into him even harder, hitting that spot again and again. "Yes. Please. Gimme."
Harry leaned down, leaning his forehead against Tony's forehead for a minute, panting, looking him in the eyes. "You sure?"
"Fuck off. Just- I will… get Jarvis to…"
Harry smoothed his fingers over Tony's skin, trailing up his chest and up to his throat, pressing into that scent gland. White hot pleasure flooded him even as Harry nipped and bit, sucking a bruise, a mark into that circle of skin. His vision greyed out even as he felt Harry come in him, the cock pulsing and growing. Tony shuddered, shivering as Harry licked over his skin, soothing the bite, the mating mark.
His toes curled and his heart continued to want to gallop out of his chest, heat and light tripping and running havoc through his body, making him melt into the mattress underneath him.
"Sirs, Mr Stane has arrived with lunch. Shall I invite him in?"
Harry groaned as he unconsciously tightened his fingers around Tony, holding the man closer. Tony had all but wrapped himself around him like an octopus after the last orgasm and his heat had finally died down last night. The mattress underneath them was drying and sticky with various liquids that Harry didn't particularly want to think about.
It had been three days of heat sex, three days where they had had fucked just about everywhere in the mansion. He was pretty sure he still had some grease stains on his back from where they had fucked in Tony's workshop. A shower sounded heavenly right now and the one in Tony's bedroom… now their room he supposed… was very, very close by.
"Lunch…" Tony trailed off, scrubbing his face. "Am I still naked, J?"
Harry snorted and shoved Tony off of him, hearing him yelp. The sun blinded his eyes briefly as it came through the floor to ceiling windows in their room and he turned his head into the pillow. His stomach growled at the thought of food and he groaned before sitting up, running a hand through his hair, messy as it was.
"Hey, I'm your husband," Tony retorted, yawning and shivering as he slowly sat up. "Is the world still going? Or was that a dream?"
"Sir, that was just a dream," Jarvis remarked dryly.
Tony raised a hand up to the ceiling and flipped it off.
"Sir, that was uncalled for."
Harry laughed, blinking over at Tony. "Tony, I'm pretty sure the world is still moving around us. I would feel it if it wasn't."
Tony lifted an eyebrow before he grumbled. "You have those kinds of feelings a lot?"
"Sometimes."
"This about you wanting to talk?" Tony asked, as he swung his legs off the bed slowly, glancing down at himself. Harry looked Tony over, his cheeks reddening at the sight of the bruises that littered Tony's skin. "Looks like someone has a kink."
Harry spluttered and flipped him off.
Tony laughed, the tips of his eyes crinkling in amusement. His body looked loose and relaxed, shiny with sweat. It made Harry's mouth dry up and he licked his lips, catching Tony smirking at him. "You're not by any chance a werewolf, are you?"
"No. I know my godfather's husband was a werewolf and all that but he didn't actually make it look good. And also there was that whole feral, homicidal werewolf that was after my blood," Harry commented, stretching a little bit and following Tony off the bed. "That wasn't fun."
Tony blinked at him and walked over into the bathroom. Harry turned around to look at him, seeing gears moving behind those brown eyes of his.
"Jarvis, could you let Pepper know it's okay to bring Hedwig back?" Harry asked, glancing up to the ceiling briefly before stepping into the shower, beckoning to Tony. "You coming?"
"Already done, sir."
"Thanks."
"Werewolves are real."
Harry shrugged as Tony stepped underneath the running water, pulling him in with fingers at his hips. Tony shivered as Harry's fingers curled lightly over bruises, smoothing over skin.
"They were in my world," Harry remarked idly, eyes squinting under the water. He grabbed some soap, lathered it up in his hands before running his fingers over Tony's back. "I didn't think you'd be this… in shape."
Tony stuck his tongue out at him before groaning as Harry dug his fingers into a particular spot. The ache in his shoulder and muscle slowly vanished underneath Harry's motions. Coolness radiated from Harry's fingers as he moved, scrubbing all over Tony's body, curling over his stomach, leaving his fingers there for a moment.
"In this world though… I don't know."
"This world? J, you getting this?"
"The shower, sir, or Harry's story?"
Tony scowled and Harry snickered.
"I did not raise you this way, Jarvis, for you to sass me," Tony argued, shivering as Harry's fingers trailed over his ass, over his thighs. "You didn't have any family you wanted to invite."
Harry closed his eyes briefly before nodding. "I'm not from… here… originally."
Tony stared at him and then his eyes widened, even as loud barking filled the air.
"Also… I really am a wizard," Harry added, conjuring his patronus and watching as Prongs leapt from his fingers.
Tony froze on the spot, letting Harry finish up cleaning himself and then shut off the water. Tony's mouth opened and closed even as Prongs loped around the spacious bathroom, the antlers skimming the ceiling. Harry took a step back, lightly tugging on Tony's fingers to pull him out of the shower, wrapping a towel around him.
Tony didn't even resist the pull, just let Harry guide him out and towel him off.
"Tony?"
Harry tilted his head before glancing up at the ceiling. "Did I break him?"
Harry could hear Pepper's voice filter into the second floor and another man's, who he suspected was Obediah Stane. He could feel and hear Hedwig as she loped up the stairs and turned into their bedroom, panting happily at the sight of them.
"Tell me everything," Tony suddenly spoke, his eyes lighting up, his hands curling into the towel around him, something like delighted glee in his eyes and voice. "My husband's magic!"