Prelude
Lips and tongue, and warm skin.
Couldn't feel anything else; not the damp soil beneath his body, not the sound of the wind between pine leaves, not the cold of the night edging on day, as the black sky turned smoky grey.
His senses were trapped by his desperation to experience everything that made Bruce what he was.
Kind, strong, shy, dorky… Homely.
"Tony, listen…" Bruce managed between heady kisses and roaming hands. Even when he had been the one to start this with his kiss, it was Tony the one who had pulled Bruce on top of him, with strength he had not thought to have left.
It was overwhelming in the wake of understanding the true deep of Tony's feelings, however,much as he wanted to let himself go, and just feel for a short while, reason, guilt and cold logic pulled at Bruce insistently.
The things his evil side had done; destroying a military base, killing a few dozen scientists and soldiers, torturing Ross, nearly tearing Steve's leg out… They needed to be addressed, to be accounted for. His conscience demanded it, as much as his good heart, and logical mind.
Not only because it was the right thing to do, but because it was the only one.
He couldn't stay hidden forever, not escape what happened.
Maybe destroying the base and torturing Ross had some kind of twisted justification. But not so killing the workers of the place, not hurting Steve so.
He would have to turn himself to SHIELD. Take whatever punishment was deemed necessary.
The best he could hope for was imprisonment, the worst…
Tony twisted beneath him, seeking to erase thought with the friction of their naked bodies. Sneaked his arms around Bruce's neck and nipped at his ear with passion born of desperation.
"You should have told me." he rasped with something akin to anger, but with a shallow undertone that could have been fear.
"I didn't want to endanger you…" Bruce offered breathlessly, in place of other more selfish reasons, ("I couldn't look in your eyes and see fear. I couldn't lose your love, even if I had to let you go.").
It didn't seem to matter that the actual words never left his lips, as Tony seemed to understand without them.
"You are such a dumb man.", He said teasing his lips with teeth and tongue, but beneath the seemingly joking words, there was true pain. Something Bruce couldn't ignore.
Something he needed to pay for, too.
He had hurt the one he treasured above all else, and however he would do it again, (as he knew giving himself over to SHIELD, would hurt Tony deep), he still wanted to make it a little less painful. Give something, even if meagre, in exchange for that volcanic love, he knew he couldn't deserve.
So he shut up, and decided to gift Tony an hour of a blessed unreal moment, just for them.
However, both knew the truth.
Bruce let himself be pulled into a heated kiss, cardin his fingers through petroleum-black locks. Treasuring the low hum of appreciation of his crazy man, as he finally stopped resisting.
Their clashing tongues calmed down to a caring encounter of slick flesh. The engineers nearly rabid movements, became slow caresses, as his body relaxed. Their kiss broke slowly, leaving their lips moist with one another's taste.
Their breaths mingling.
"Don't go." Tony asked, calm, serious. It could have fooled nearly anyone, but not Bruce. The subtle way his fingers sifted on his skin, forcibly keep quiet, betrayed his inner turmoil.
Maybe, as consequence of him being a engineer, Tony always searched for something to do with his hands when troubled. And the reflex didn't disappear, even when he tried to keep it in check.
The knowledge's thin blade, pierced Bruce with exquisite pain.
But in spite of it, of Tony's warm body, and even when his own selfish side wanted to say yes, Bruce could not.
"I have to take responsibility,"
"No, you don't. Why can't we just disappear?" Tony's hands dug into his flesh, nearly painful, and his gaze averted a second, only one moment, a reflex to veil the pain lurking in his eyes. But enough for Bruce to notice.
It wasn't even a real attempt at changing his mind. Stark knew it wasn't possible. But he wished it was… he wished it so hard…
"I'm sorry." Bruce breathed against his mouth, and kissed him again, taking all other words with kind lips, and kinder hands.
He gave himself into that sunbathed flesh. Took all the little things he had learned through long nights, and sweet days, that made Tony squirm, made him moan, made him sigh. All his love, his regret, his desire and the desperate uncertainty of their future. And made them into an offer of pleasure, so intense as to skim pain, with witch to worship the only one who made him whole.
Tony.
oOo
When Tony came, it was howling with Bruce buried in him to the hilt. Shuddering with trembling overstimulated limbs, climbing to him like a dying man, and with the glorious first sunbeams of the day touching them like a halo.
oOo
(Thor)
Heimdall's last words sat heavy in his chest, when he let himself be swept away by the Bifrost.
Dark wisdom he wished not to have, and witch Thor wouldn't listen to, unless there was no other way.
But he didn't have much time left. None of them had.
oOo
He stood curled against Bruce, their breaths calming down, sweat drying on their skin, mind turning on.
It was peaceful, with the gentle sound of the wind on the pine trees as their very own music. However the respire was bound to end… still, Tony didn't expect it to end in such a way, when the soil beneath them began to tremble in the beginnings of an earthquake.
"What the..?!"
It will continue