When they reached the tower they take the elevator up to the penthouse. No one is there. It is quiet. It is peaceful. Tony walked around taking it all in. He had only ever been here a handful of times. The decor screamed Howard. Tony took up a pad that was on the counter, his fingers flying quickly across the screen. "Jarvis you there?"

"Up load complete, Sir. Ready when you are."

Tony held up the screen and slowly did a panoramic 360. "This has got to go. Give me something to work with."

"Comprising modern simplistic designs now."

"Good. Work on that for a while buddy and get back to me later."

"Right away, Sir."

He dropped the tablet on the coffee table and flopped down on the couch.

"Redecorating already?" Steve was in shock.

"Dad did most of his business here in New York. Assuming that I will be doing the same, I'd rather not live in a museum full of ancient artifacts." Steve's steady stare had him deflate even further. "What, do you want the cold answer; he didn't give a shit about me when he was alive. Or the sentimental answer; I'll never get the chance to prove to him that I was just as important and amazing as all this." His eyes started to water and he looked up at the ceiling blinking rapidly. "Pick one Steve, they both apply."

The soldier sat down beside him and pulled him close. Tony rested his head in the crook of his neck. "I don't want to be like him."

"Then don't." Steve simply replied as he ran his fingers through dark chocolate locks.

Loki appeared with a cup of chamomile tea and handed it to Tony. "I don't want this."

"Yes you do. Now drink." Loki said calmly as he sipped his own tea, chai.

"You're not the boss of me." Tony mumbled.

"No I'm not. I am someone much more important. Now drink it." Loki put his cup down. And sat back next to the other two. They were quiet as Tony finished drinking his tea, handing the cup back to Loki. He held the pale hand rubbing his thumb over the backside. Tony leaned against Steve as he watched the crease in Loki's brow return.

"You need to stop worrying."

"Says the one who never worries about anything. It is my job to do it for the both of us." Loki huffed quietly.

"What did I miss."

"Loki doesn't like Obadiah Stane."

"Who?"

"He is temporary CEO of Stark Industries until Tony takes over. A close friend and partner of Howard's. He is shady and I don't want him to have any association with you."

"Loki we only just met him three days ago. If Dad confided in him he can't be all that bad."

"Oh, now Howard has done an excellent job of taking care of what's important, has he? Hardly, but it is improper to speak ill of the dead." He said disapprovingly, turning to Steve, "Let us say Stane did not leave a good impression." Then back to Tony. "He looks at you like an obstacle not the future of Stark Industries."

"Lok's this is a non-issue at least for the next four years. Drop it." Tony rubbed his temple.

Loki glanced at Steve. They seemed to share the sentiment that he would not be dropping it. "As you wish."

"Don't be like that." Tony rolled his head to look at him.

"I am not being like anything. Someone has to look after you if you are unwilling to do so yourself." He stood and walked to the bar. Filling three tumblers handing one to each of them. "And what will you do Tony when you are all grown up and head of your company, hmm? Who will watch after you then?"

"Loki—"

"I've said my peace. I will say no more." He swallowed the last of his drink and walked to their bedroom to change tugging at his tie as he walked out.

"You two ok?" Steve asked as Tony sighed learning further into him.

"Yeah. I've been taking everything out on Loki. I sometimes don't know why he puts up with me."

Steve chuckled. "You know he gives as good as he gets. He's just as moody as you are sometimes. I think that's why you two work so well. Give him some space you know he'll calm down."

"Maybe. He's real adamant on this one. He's right though. I don't know how to take care of myself. I've always had you two to look out for me."

"Tony, you can take care of yourself." He kissed the top of Tony's head. "You've been doing it as long as I've know you."

He waved a hand dismissively. Tilting his head to look up at Steve he noted he still wore the baseball cap. Reaching up he grabbed the hat and took it off his head. "You look older. I'm not a fan of your hair this short. When are you going to grow it back out." He ran his hand across the top of Steve's stubbly head.

"It's regulation right now. And assuming I still have a job after this, I won't be able to grow it out until boot camp is over." He leaned into Tony's touch. It did feel good. "How is school going?"

Tony shrugged. "Good, classes aren't too hard yet." He stifled a yawn.

"Have you gotten any sleep lately?"

Tony shook his head. "It's over rated." Yawning again.

"Come on, you're going to bed." Tony's face lit up. Steve rolled his eyes.

"To sleep."

"Aww, Steve. But I don't wanna." Tony whined.

"Do I have to carry you?"

Tony lay down dramatically and threw his hand over his head. "Yes, yes you must carry me to bed."

Steve picked him up. "Such a drama queen."

"You may refer to me as your majesty." Tony mumbled against Steve's jaw and could feel the way he smiled. When they reached his room he put him down and let Tony remove his suit before tucking him in.

"Stay."

"No. You need your rest, and I know you. We won't be sleeping." Steve smiled sweetly as Tony curled up on his side.

"You know me too well. At least stay til I fall asleep." Tony whispered.

"That I can do." He brushed his hair back leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

"I love you Steve. Sorry I got you in trouble." He muttered and closed his eyes.

"Don't worry about it Tony. It was worth it." He waited until he heard Tony snoring lightly before leaving the room.

Walking back into the living room he spotted Loki leaning against the bar swirling a drink in his hand. 'Oh hell.'

Loki didn't make eye contact with Steve, instead he focused on the glass in his hand. His hair had grown out a bit now coming to just above his shoulder. It curled out slightly and was wet. 'Must have just gotten a shower.' His brow still furrowed.

"Are you still upset about Stane?" Steve shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned a hip against the bar.

Loki took another swallow and studied his glass some more. "Yes and no. At the moment I am perturbed with you, Steve."

"What did I do?"

Loki turned to face the new object of his ire and downed his drink. "You came when I told you not to." Steve began to open his mouth. "Do not—do not speak. You are the responsible one. The one who always follows the rules. I cannot have you start rebelling against what is in your nature. I have enough to worry about with Anthony. I cannot worry about you as well. Not like that."

"So you're angry I'm here?" Steve tensed and straightened.

"I'm angry because you broke the rules and jeopardized your career to console our lover over a man who never cared about him." He stalked towards him as he spoke. Steve steadily began to back away. "This was your path, Rogers, your dream. Why would you throw it all away? Howard Stark was not worth it. Not while he was alive and certainly not now." Loki had backed him down the hall.

"I understand your concern, it is not lost on me, but do you understand the repercussions of what you have done?" He opened the door next to then and shoved the soldier in banging the door behind them. "You have no idea what I have to clean up after you leave."

"Loki I—"Steve started only to be slammed against the wall. "I'm sorry." What the hell was he apologizing for? He had every right to be here for Tony. Why was Loki trying to push him out? "No, no I'm not. I would do it again for you or Tony. I would do anything for the both of you. Why can't you see that?" Steve was starting to get angry now, pushing Loki back. This only earned him another shove against the wall.

"You don't know what it was like after you left! It was weeks before we were able to function properly again. And yes, I'm being selfish, damn it. I know this." Loki huffed. "I know this!"

Steve's expression shifted a bit and it was only then that he realized they were in another bedroom. "So what, I'm not allowed to come back? I'm not permitted to be there for one of you when you are hurting? I leave and that's it? Don't bother coming back?"

Loki growled and grabbed the front of his shirt swinging him around until Steve lost his footing and was tossed onto the bed. He looked up at Loki wide eyed as he straddled him. He hadn't realized his lover was that strong. He gripped his waist as he came down over him; arms on both side of his head, long hair wild and framing his face. He looked like he was ready to devour Steve. Loki hovered over him as he seethed. His nostrils flared as he tried to control his breathing.

"Loki." Steve spoke as calmly as he could. His heart pounded with fading anger and mounting lust. "Are we about to have angry sex?"

That question seemed to break through Loki's ire as he raised a brow and began to chuckle softly. He sat back on Steve's lap straightening up. "No, Steve. We are not going to have angry sex."

Steve's thumbs smoothed the skin at his waist above his hip bones. "Bummer, I was kinda looking forward to it." He gave a halfcocked smile.

"I hate to disappoint you. Perhaps another time." Loki ran his fingers over Steve's forearms and up his biceps and back down again. "I am going to take you. And you are going to allow it. It is the least you can do for all the grief you have caused. Steve opened his mouth to protest. Loki placed a hand on his chest. "Quiet you. Let me speak." He took a deep breath. "I spoke out of anger earlier. I am glad you are here, you have been missed terribly. It is not easy to let you go. I was frustrated by the fact that I have to do it again in such a short amount of time." He ran his hands over firm shoulders, chiseled chest and defined abs. "And now, depending on how your superiors choose to reprimand you it maybe even longer."

Steve's finger tips played across Loki's stomach. "Are you going to punish me first?"

Loki licked across the top row of his teeth. "Steve Rogers if I didn't know any better I'd say you wanted me to punish you."

"Maybe." He rolled his hips upward. "I did go AWOL. I've been a bad little soldier."

Loki's cock twitched. "Mmm, a fantasy for different time my sweet. I do not wish to break you, but I do plan on fucking you nice and hard." He pushed Steve's shirt up over his head removing it completely. "You may have been a bad soldier but you have been a loyal lover. One who I think needs to be rewarded."

He kissed Steve's pouty lips moaning at the feel of them on his own once more. Oh how he missed them. He let his tongue explore the inside of that delicious mouth as Steve kissed him back. Biting his lower lip as he pulled away. He turned his lovers head and attacked his neck biting and licking his way to the juncture at his shoulder.

Steve knew what was next. "No marks, Loki." Loki whined and gave a sharp nip in return, Steve hissed. "Brat."

He licked and nipped his way down toned flesh, his hands running over clothed thighs. Lazily dragging his tongue across the skin at the top of his jeans, he could feel the contraction of muscles under his heated tongue. Looking up at Steve and seeing him with his lips parted and eyes hooded made his need for him grow tenfold. Sitting back he quickly made work of Steve's pants and boxers. His little soldier stood at attention, beckoning him to take it in his mouth and suck him dry.

"No marks, hmm?" he settled himself between Steve's thighs, pushing them far apart. "That simply will not do." He attacked the skin of his inner thigh near his left testicle.

Steve squealed at the suddenness of that devious mouth sucking up a pretty purple mark and soothing over it with his tongue. Then moving to lap at the tight sac before him, sucking one then both into his mouth.

Steve made a strangled noise as his grip on the sheet tightened. "Oh God, how I've missed your mouth."

Loki chuckled as Steve moaned. Releasing them he snaked his tongue up is length nipping under the head. "It's only been eight weeks, Rogers. However will you survive another seven months?"

Steve's eyes rolled back as Loki went down on him again. "Then I suppose you better fuck me good so I'll be able to last. Wouldn't want to go AWOL again because I missed your cock."

It was Loki's turn to moan. He loved it when his innocent little lover spoke dirty. It was so rare and only ever happened in the heat of the moment. "You keep speaking like that and you won't be going back at all." He swallowed Steve down again sucking the very life out of him.

Steve arched, "Fuck. You—you need to fuck me now. Right now." Loki crawled over top of him rubbing his lithe body against his toned muscles.

"Hold that thought." Loki went in search of lube, stripping as he went. Coming back from the en suite he held his treasure between his fingers showcasing it to Steve. "This is a Stark household. I expected nothing less that there to be lubricant in every room."

The soldier smirked. "How do you want me?"

Loki stalked towards the bed. "Needy and begging. On your stomach if you will." He leered as his beautiful soldier got into position. "Mmmm, you are quite the sight, Captain." Loki purred crawling back over him settling on his thighs and skimmed his fingers up and down Steve's spine. He kneaded the firm fleshy globes of his ass. Leaning down he bit one cheek and slapped the other. Steve jumped and yipped then relaxed back into the sheets. Spreading his cheeks he ran his tongue from his balls up his crack stopping to spend a little more attention on the area he was about to breach. Steve let out a low moan. Loki ran two lubed fingers up and down his ass, his thumb rubbing small circles against his perineum.

Steve bucked up in to his touch. "Loki, get on with it."

"Impatient." Loki smirked and slipped one finger inside his Captain. "You will need to relax Steve." He was tight. "Have you ever explored yourself back here?" He received a small embarrassed shake of the head. "Then you are even more impressive, knowing how to please me and Tony without ever seeking out how to please yourself." Loki moved his slender finger slowly while continuing to massage Steve's sac and perineum. He gasped and moaned, very gradually relaxed. "How do you feel, love? Do you like it? Do you want more?"

"Mmm, yes Loki." Steve muttered into the sheets.

"Ready for another one? Don't tense, relax." Loki slipped in the second digit and waited. Steve panted nodded his head when he was ready. Loki scissored his fingers, twisting then crooking them slightly. Moving them in and out until Steve screamed and arched backwards. 'Found it.' He ran his pale hand over Steve's back and across his shoulders. "See what you have been missing?" Loki hit that bundle of nerves again.

"Oh God, yes!" Steve pushed back onto those deft fingers. "Please Loki—please!"

He removed his fingers as the other whimpered at the loss. "Hush, love." He grabbed a pillow and tapped his thighs to lift his ass in the air. Loki hummed pleasingly. Gripping one cheek as he stroked himself a few times he lined up and slowly breeched the tight muscle, listening for any signs of discomfort. He ran his hands over Steve's lower back soothingly letting him adjust before pushing in further.

Both were breathing deep. One trying to take what was given, the other trying to remain in control. Loki leaned over the beautiful body beneath him, placing gentle kisses upon Steve's shoulders as he slide in to the hilt. Steve's eyes were closed tightly as he panted through those luscious lips. Pale fingers skimmed down his arm to link hands together. "Steven," Loki breathed. What would you have me do?"

'Everything.' Sprung to mind. He licked his parched lips. "Move, slowly."

Loki sprinkled light kisses across his jaw and neck as he began a slow lazy roll of his hips, pulling back just enough to allow a whine to fall from his lips before rolling back in.

It stoked the fire burning in his belly. He felt so full; he never knew it could feel like this. How each slow thrust dragged every thought from his head. Every touch, every breath, every sound they made intensified and drowned out their surroundings. His raven haired lover to move a little faster. 'Holy shit!' He couldn't keep the sounds of his pleasure at bay any long. He gripped the sheets tightly and all he could do was beg for more.

Loki sat back and gripped his hips switching angles. Steve screamed as stars played behind his vision. Crying out again and again as those bundle of nerves were assaulted over and over. Faster. Harder. God, he needed it harder and his beautiful green eyed god (because at this point Loki was a god) complied.

He was pulled back onto his hands and knees as Loki pounded into him. He barely registered how much quieter Loki was when he was the giver instead of the receiver. He would moan occasionally and praise Steve. His slender fingers grazed over his sides, one hand coming to rest on his shoulder to steady him the other gripping the flesh at his hip.

Loki was relentless but attentive. Everything Steve asked for Loki gave.

"Steve." Loki moaned. "I need you to come for me." His fingers increasing their hold then let up suddenly when he remembered "no marks". He growled lowly in frustrated. "Now Steve!" Loki stroked his cock in time with his thrusts. Steve gasped his name breathlessly as he spilled his essence over the sheets. Loki fucked him through his orgasm before his thrusts became erratic. He wanted to hold onto Steve tightly, leave his mark as him. It was irritating to no end. He pushed Steve forward until he collapsed on the bed. His hands on either side of his waist he grabbed a handful of sheets and came with a low throaty moan. He rested his forehead between Steve's shoulder blades. Slowly sliding out of him, he heard a hiss from below and kissed the golden skin on his lovers shoulder. "Did I hurt you?" He lifted enough for Steve to roll over and pull him down on top of him.

"No, just a little sore. We will definitely have to do that again when I get back." Steve skimmed his fingertips up and down Loki's back making him hum.

"Yes, we will." Loki was quiet for a moment. "I am sorry for my harsh words earlier. I really am glad to see you." He looked up into Steve's cornflower blue eyes.

Steve held his gaze and smiled, "Yeah, I could tell." Loki smiled back. "Few more minutes of snuggle then shower? I could really use one."

"Of course. And then you must attend to Tony. I will get you a pair of sweats and a t-shirt." Brushing his fingers over Steve's arm tracing the vein that bulged against the large muscle, "You look like you could use the rest."

He was exhausted from his impromptu trip before they even began their romp. "I could. I'm sure Tony won't mind sharing his bed. You not gonna sleep?" Steve plays with an errant lock of black hair.

"No. I have a few things to attend to. Just because the funeral has ended, doesn't mean school work has. Tony gets a pass. I do not. I just have to submit the assignments online."

They leisurely made their way to the shower. "When do you guys go back?"

"Next week. You are still leaving in two days. Tony will most likely take you back." Loki leaned his head back so the water could rain over his head.

"Not coming with this time?" Steve soaped himself up. Loki took the soap and turned him to get his back.

"Not this time love." Loki kissed his shoulder after he was clean. "I believe you two could use some private time."

After they stepped out of the shower and dried off, Loki retrieved a t shirt and sweats as promised before sending him off to bed with a nuzzle and a good night kiss.

Steve climbed in next to Tony as quietly as he could. Slowly he started to relax from his stiff position, feeling the weight in the bed shift and Tony's warm body wrap around him.

"Knew you'd come back eventually." Tony muttered burying his head into Steve's neck.

Steve embraced him, kissing the top of his head, "Always will. Go back to sleep Tony." Tony snuggled closer. The warmth from his body had Steve asleep in minutes. God, how he missed his boys.

AN: sooooo sorry it has taken me so long to post.. I have no excuse..hangs head in shame. Hope it's ok.. besitos!