Notes:

To my dearest fellow Marvel Lovers,

Thank you all for trying out this fic. I truly hope you enjoy it :)
Also, this is not meant to be a DarkTony fic... though I don't want to spoil so you'll just have to read and judge for yourself ^^

Too human

Tony stared at the massive box that was delivered on his front porch, a frown on his face. The crate was slightly bigger than he was, the boxing revealing no name nor address.

'The fuck is this?' he mumbled as the delivery guy searched through his papers.

'Don't know sir, but if you could just sign this form, that would be great.' He held out a yellowish paper, barely meeting the billionaire's eyes as he stared from under his cap. He had a sluggish posture, loudly chewing his bubblegum as he just seemed completely done with his job, and his life for that matter.

'Pfff-fine,' Tony grumbled, signing the somewhat sticky form and letting the guy through to set the box inside his house.

Whatever was in it must be heavy, for the scraggly man had to use all his strength to wheel the box inside. The stranger huffed before walking out, sand and dirt falling from his shoes and staining the marble floor.

The playboy let out a heavy sigh after closing the door and turned his gaze back to the object in question. 'J? Analyze please. What are we dealing with? Angry ex? Bomb? Though chances are that there's a connection between those two.'

'Analyzing content, sir.' The calming voice of the AI echoed through the room. 'Analyze complete. Content seems to be hybrid, a fusion of both biological and inorganic material.'

This new information only sparked more questions. Tony observed the box, fingers itching to open it. 'So… nothing dangerous? Can you tell me who it's from?'

'No explosive material detected. Sending all information to your tablet. As for its sender,' The AI remained silent for a moment. 'It seems to be coming from mister Stane.'

'Obi?' he searched through his tools for a crowbar. 'You sure?'

'There's a note on the top of the box, sir.'

'Ah… Yeah, of course there is.' The man mumbled as he had to step on a chair to reach it. 'Jokes about my height never get old, huh?' His name was written on the front of the note. He turned it to find a short message;

Tony,

I know you don't have a lot of time to fool around, so I hope this present will help you blow off some steam.

- Stane.

'…The fuck-? Whatever is in here, I already feel like sending it back.' He took a deep breath before prying the box open using a crowbar. It fell apart like a house of cards the moment the first couple of nails were pulled out.

Tony coughed as the room filled with dust, his eyes then widening as he stared at the "present" his coworker send him.

Standing in front of him, wearing nothing but a tight dark blue bodysuit, was a man. The playboy froze, not wanting to see the look on his own face as he stared at the divine body in front of him. The man was tall, hair blond and shoulders broad. His waist was small, legs strong and every muscle clearly visible beneath the suit. His eyes, however, were still closed.

Tony hastily reached for his phone after a few seconds of breathless staring, his eyes never truly averting from the object in front of him.

"Tony?"

'Obie!' There was both relief and bewilderment in the playboy's voice. 'What the fuck is this?!'

"What do you mean? You've gotta be a little more specific than that, kid."

'This!' he turned his call into a video chat and showed the present standing in his common room. 'What the actual fuck is this?!'

"Ah! I see you got my present!" the older man laughed, his short white beard covering none of his smile. "Isn't it an amazing piece of engineering? It's a service bot, capable of doing each and everything you ask of it. Or at least incapable of refusing. Believe me, I've tried."

Obadiah laughed again, sending shivers down Stark's spine. 'Why did you get this for me? It's- really creeping me out.'

Stane sighed, his jolly expression turning grim. "Look kid, to tell you the truth, I've noticed you are way too tense these last couple of months and I want this bot to take some of the work off your shoulders. You know, let him help you, make sure you can relax a little." The smile returned on his face, though it was more of a fiendish grin. "In whatever way you need."

'Wait… you want me to- Is this a sex doll?!'

"It is what it is," Obadiah shrugged. "Now listen, why don't you just turn it on and take it for a spin, huh? Use it to tidy your garage or clean your toilet or suck your dick, just- try it out. I'm sure you'll like it."

Stane hang up before Tony even had a chance to comment. He watched his phone a second longer and listened to the beeping of a dead line before turning to his present again.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and walked a little closer. 'Try it out, huh… I don't even know how to-' Tony growled a little in frustration as he searched the body for a switch or button yet found none. He then froze for a second, his hand lingering just above the doll's bicep.

He gently caressed its shoulder, his fingers trailing down towards its wrist. He expected it to feel cold and hard yet was pleasantly surprised by the soft and warm texture. It truly was an amazing piece of engineering.

It was only then that he noticed the dog tag hanging around the doll's neck. He tilted his head and mumbled its name; 'Steven… G.… Rogers…'

The doll's eyes flew wide open, gazing directly at the man in front of him. Tony held his breath, the doll's eyes were dull, a white haze glazing blue eyes. It left him breathless.

'Uh… Rogers?'

The doll merely kept staring.

'Okay, creepy. Definitely creepy.' Tony rubbed his eyes as he let himself fall on his couch. Surely the doll looked amazing. It was almost indistinguishable from a real human. Its soft skin, its body heat, the way its chest moved as if to breath.

And yes, he even had to admit that he would not mind trying it out in the bedroom.

But there was just something about it that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. That something being its dull and milky eyes.

The playboy sighed, feeling the start of a migraine settling in his head. He grumbled softly, 'Uhg, fuck me…'

Tony's eyes flew wide open, a muffled yelp ringing in the back of his throat as he was pushed back into his couch, hands holding his shoulders, lips crashing against his own. It took him only a split second to identify the strong body lingering over him.

He pushed the machine from his lap and jumped to his feet. He panted, his mind still racing over whether to be shocked or aroused. 'Why-?! Don't you-!' he stammered, then took a deep breath to try and collect himself. 'Why… Did you do that?'

The doll remained silent, though it did look like it was genuinely trying to answer its owner's question.

'What's wrong? Can't talk? Don't have a voice box?'

The doll nodded eagerly. It opened its mouth, trying to speak but had to close it again.

Tony ignored the fact that for a split second he could see the doll's, the machine's, frustration. 'Okay, so what? You on mute or something?' Tony sighed deeply as the doll nodded, perching his hands on his hips. 'Unmute. Now tell me, what the hell was that all about?'

'You said, "fuck me."' The doll stated matter-of-factly. 'So I did as you wanted, master.'

The billionaire's heart skipped a beat at the rough, Brooklyn accent. 'I feel retarded for asking you this, but… You really are, like, a robot, yes? No emotions or whatever?'

'Right. I am a mechanical device that is capable of performing a variety of tasks on command or according to instructions programmed in advance.' The bot took a deep breath before continuing. 'I am incapable of feeling any form of sentiment.'

'I see,' Tony looked down at the machine sitting on his couch, his mind wondering towards promiscuous thoughts as he still felt the blond's lips on his own.

'So, your name,' he pointed at the dog tag. 'Steven, right? I'm gonna call you Steve. 'T suits you.' Tony raised a brow, wondering why he was having a conversation with a sex doll. Yet he had to admit that talking with the blond did feel very natural and easy. It was like talking to Jarvis, or even another human.

'Yes, master.'

The doll's words send a shiver down Tony's spine, his cock slowly erecting in his pants. He could certainly get used to the blond's accent and deep voice. 'Come here, Steve,' he waited for it to stand in front of him, his eyes trailing every line and curve of its perfect body. 'So, you're here to please me, huh? Give me a good time?'

'I will do each and everything you require from me,' Steve nodded. 'Including providing carnal pleasure.'

'Fancy words for a bot,' Tony stepped forward and grinned against the doll's lips, his goatee prickling the other's skin. 'You are one amazing piece of machinery you know that, Rogers? I have to admit, can't wait to get my hands on you. Both in bed and on my workshop table.' He waited a little impatiently for the bot to react, 'Come on, doll. Show me what you've got.' He placed his hands on top of Steve's and guided them to rest on his hips, his voice husky as he whispered in the machine's ears; 'Provide me with carnal pleasure.'

Steve tilted his head, his lips pressing against Tony's neck and slowly moving down towards his shoulder, leaving a trail of gentle kisses. His arms wrapped around Tony's waist, pulling him closer against his body. He panted softly against his owner's skin, teeth gently biting at his shoulder.

'God, you really are made for this, huh?' Tony nearly growled, one hand roaming down the blond's back, the other resting in the back of his neck. He pulled himself free with a devious grin as he felt Steve's hand moving towards his crotch. 'I'm gonna take the lead for now, Rogers. Don't really trust you just yet.'

'Yes, master.'

Tony's smile disappeared as the doll gazed at him. 'I can't wait to take you apart in my workshop and fix those creepy eyes of yours though…'

Steve froze for a second, 'I'm sorry that my looks gross you out like that...'

The scientist knew it was programmed to apologize, yet he found himself amazed by the sincerity bleeding through its words. 'Don't worry. I know just how to fix it. At least for the time being.' He quickly grabbed a scarf that was hanging from the coat rack and covered Steve's eyes. 'There, much better.'

The blond seemed so helpless, waiting patiently for its master to tell him what to do next. Tony wanted to rip Steve's suit off right then and there. 'Come on, doll.' He grabbed his hand, guided him into the bedroom and pushed him on the bed.

'You're programmed, right?' he impatiently pulled the machine out of the sorry excuse that were his clothes. 'I want you to tell me you want me. Beg for me. Can you do that?'

The doll swallowed but eventually nodded, its fingers digging into the sheets. 'Please. Please, master.'

'Please what, Rogers?' Tony grinned as he admired every inch of Steve's body, his fingers trailing down the man's perfect abs. 'Tell me what you want.'

'I want you. Please,' Steve let out a shaky breath, his cock twitching between his legs. 'I want- want you to… to…'

'Hmm,' The smile on the man's face turned almost sinful in lust, though there remained a certain fondness in his eyes. There was just something so adoring about seeing the bot try. 'Guess your code isn't all that perfect after all. Looks like I got my work cut out. Try again, Steve. Try finding different words.'

'I would like for you to- to-' Steve's chest rose sharply in a gasp as Tony wrapped his fingers around his cock, moving it up down agonizingly slow before prying his legs apart.

'Don't worry, Rogers. I know what you want.' He smiled gently, vulgar words whispered soothingly; 'You want me to fuck you. You want me to fill you and ride you till you are nothing but a drooling, moaning mess.' Tony grabbed the doll's wrists and roughly pushed them into the matrass above the man's head. 'You want me to take full control. To leave you utterly helpless as I make you scream and beg for more.' His grip on the machine's dick tightened, causing the doll to squirm and whimper.

Tony smiled and pressed a gentle kiss against Steve's soft, soft lips. 'That's what you want, isn't that right doll?'

'… Yes,' Steve whispered and nodded, letting Tony bring his knees up to his chest. He registered the playboy's hands moving from his legs to his hips, fingers never lifting from his skin. 'Please… master. That is a-all I want.'

'Well, if you're really that desperate,' The scientist pressed precious kisses against his inner thigh, slowly moving towards the doll's entrance. His nails soon followed, dragging them across artificial skin yet still leaving red stripes. Tony admired them for a second before pressing a finger into the bot's body. 'Fuck, you're so tight,' He murmured as Steve let out a restrained moan. 'Don't worry baby. I'm gonna work you open, nice and slowly.'

Tony's finger moved in and out, gentle at first yet soon caught more speed. He added a second finger, biting his lip as the doll underneath him started to squirm and beg for more. 'You like this, Rogers?'

'Y-yes master,' Steve panted, perfectly following the playboy's orders of telling him how much he wanted him. 'Please give me more. Kiss me. F-fuck me. Please!'

Tony crashed his lips against the doll's, his tongue forcefully entering its mouth. 'I'll give you more, doll.'

He crawled to the other end of the bed and opened the drawer of his nightstand in search of a condom. He managed to find one underneath a pile of forgotten SI files, lubricated and cherry flavored. He never really liked them all that much, yet he was rather safe than…

Safe…

He glanced back at the blond, at the robot.

Steve lay completely still on his back, waiting for Tony to return or tell him what to do. 'Master…?'

The vulnerability in the doll's voice made Tony toss the condom over his shoulder and dive straight for the blond's lips. Steve was a robot after all. He would not need a condom, nor lube. 'Don't worry, baby. I'm still here.' He quickly undressed himself, not caring where his clothes would land as he threw them across the bedroom. He settled between the machine's legs, feeling the heat coming from its artificial body. 'I'll take good care of you.'

A careful smile formed on Steve's face, the blindfold still covering his eyes. He seemed… relieved, though Tony was too engulfed in his own pleasure to really notice. 'Maste-'

Steve's voice was cut short as Tony thrusted into him without warning. An obscene moan parted from the playboy's lips as he savored the doll's heat. 'Fuck, you're so tight.' He panted, rocking his hips back and forth in slow motions. 'You feel so good baby, so fucking good.'

Tony's movements picked up speed, the sound of skin slapping and the playboy's moans breaking the silence of the bedroom. The smell of sweat and sex filled the air, though soon another scent mixed in as well. A scent Tony could not quite grasp.

'This what you want, doll? For me to fuck you into the matrass? To keep pounding into you till you can't fucking walk anymore?' Proving his point, Tony slammed his hips forward, burying his cock deep into the machine's tight heat.

Steve parted his lips, his voice soft, words coming out slowly. 'Y-es… mast-er. Ple...ase... fill m-e up.'

Tony closed his eyes as the muscles in his stomach tightened. The doll's ass slicking up. The playboy blissfully assumed it was caused by his precum, having no idea that the machine had started to bleed long ago.

It didn't take long for Tony to be pushed over that edge, filling the doll with his cum. He would have felt ashamed at how quick he came had Steve been human.

He gave a few more gentle thrusts, making sure that every drop would be utterly spend into Steve's body. He panted heavily, his entire body trembling in heavenly pleasure. He let himself fall on top of the doll, catching his breath. 'Fuck that was amazing.'

It took Tony a few minutes to realize that the blond had been awfully quiet. He pushed himself up, skin sticking against Steve's as it was covered in a thin layer of sweat. 'Rogers?'

The doll didn't react, other than to hold its breath.

Tony frowned and moved to his knees. His eyes then widened at the amount of blood covering his now flaccid cock and Steve's thighs. 'What the-?!' he quickly moved back, his stomach churning in absolute disgust as he saw the mixture of blood and semen dripping from the blond's ass, staining the white bedsheets.

'Fuck…' he quickly jumped to his feet and paced up and down the room, hands tangled in his hair. This machine- this sex doll, was way too real. He grabbed a bottle of scotch from his desk and set it directly against his lips, not even caring to pour it in a glass. The liquor burned down his throat as he swallowed, washing away the bile that threatened crawl from his stomach. It was a welcoming distraction which lasted not nearly long enough.

Tony turned around once more and stared at the silent machine on his bed before shouting; 'Fuck!'

He threw the expansive bottle against the wall and leaned on the table, head held low. 'Jarvis! Make sure this thing is sent back to Stane right fucking now! I don't ever want to use it again!'

'Master…?'

The billionaire's blood ran cold.

'Did I… Did I not do well…?' Steve asked cautiously as he tried to sit up. He moved slowly, his body trembling though his expression remained stoic. 'Did I-?' he froze as he felt the pool of blood and semen underneath his legs. 'I… I stained the bed. Master. I am so sorry. Please. Let me take care of this. Allow me the chance to clean up the mess I made.'

It was disturbing to hear pleading words without emotion, yet what nearly brought tears to Tony's eyes was the way the doll forced itself to stand, legs covered in ruby-red liquid, body trembling and eyes still blinded.

'Master…?' The bot continued. 'Please- don't- don't send me back to Master Stane.'

'Master Stane?' Tony wanted to ask a thousand questions, though he first had to guide the bot back onto his bed as its legs nearly gave. 'Steve, what do you mean? How is it you know Obie? He send you as a present, you can't-'

It was then that Tony recalled his phone call with his co-worker.

"It's a service bot, capable of doing each and everything you ask of it. Or at least incapable of refusing. Believe me, I've tried."

'He'd tried…' he sat down next to the blond and quickly removed the blindfold. 'Steve, you need to tell me. Has Stane used you as well? For sex?'

The doll nodded. 'Yes, master.'

The billionaire felt nothing but disgust. 'Okay. But… why don't you want to go back to him? When I said his name, you freaked out. What did he do?'

The blond parted his lips, recalling the events that were still saved on his memory. 'He used me for sexual pleasure. Tied me up, beaten me, strangled me, cut me.'

'… You're lying,' Tony's mouth went dry as he did not want to believe the doll's story. Hearing it speak such cruel words so apathetically left him horrified. 'You're lying!'

'I am a machine, master,' Steve wanted to look up, yet kept his gaze to the floor as he remembered how disgusted Tony was with his eyes. 'I can't lie.'

'No. No! I won't believe this! Jarvis! Read this machine's memory! It's got to be broken. A malfunction or- or maybe a virus.'

'Downloading all memories,' the AI's voice filled the room. 'Download complete, sir.'

The file was downloaded onto Stark's phone, the pictures popping up into thin air for Tony to see.

"'So, your name. Steven, right? I'm gonna call you Steve. 'T suits you.'

Tony watched himself through the doll's eyes and grunted softly. 'Go back. See if you can find anything with Obadiah in it.'

It didn't take long before Stane's face popped up, confirming Steve's story. Videos of him plainly abusing and raping the doll, blood splattering everywhere as multiple SM toys and weapons passed by. Collars, restraints, whips, knives.

One video left Tony to run towards the ensuite bathroom, heaving bile. It showed Steve hanging from a noose, his toes barely touching the ground. His breaths were strangled, gasps wet is it sounded like his windpipe had filled up with blood.

Tony swiped all images away as he couldn't take anymore.

He moved from the bathroom, taking deep breaths as he tried to calm his stomach and mind. What Obie had done, what he himself had done, was absolutely horrible, if Steve had been human. Yet the creature was nothing more but a doll. Incapable of feeling, incapable of suffering.

Right?

He saw the blond sitting completely frozen on the edge of his bed, trembling and waiting for his master to tell him what to do. His milky eyes held no soul, yet now did seem filled with terror.

The playboy crouched down, his arms resting on the doll's legs, his hands cupping his face. 'Steve?' he asked gently as he guided him to look him in the eye. 'What are you…?'

Steve stared at his master, tears forming in his eyes as his lips trembled. 'I don't know.'

Notes:

And that's it!
I have some more ideas for this fic if people would be interested... Might turn it into Stony, could also turn it into stuckony... Either way it will have a protective BAMF Tony!
Anyway! Hope you enjoyed it!

Lot's of love,
MissBoaBoa
Netherlands