Bittersuite
Chapter 12
Authors note: OMG why did no one tell me flicks site screwed up and missed out my steamiest chapter! Puts it right.
Natasha snuck into the main camera control room with Pepper close behind her. She turned dials quickly trying to find the best angle of what was going on inside the chambers. The cameras were fuzzy and the lovers appeared to be in a blind spot. She tutted and moved the cameras around until she caught the sight of Tony's semi naked back and Steve kissing down the scars.
Pepper gasped at what they were seeing,"Tony's never even let me see those scars and torments. He's never let a single soul look at them let alone touch them!" Tears in her eyes at the naked trust he was freely giving and receiving. "I never thought he would be able to..."
Tasha laid a hand on her arm gently, "Shh, just watch. Tony has needed this for a very long time. Someone to finally trust and let in. Steves needed the same thing just as long. Maybe the two broken soldiers together can find a sort of peace they couldn't find alone. Somehow heal the open wounds in both their souls."
"They certainly deserve some peace and happiness." Fury commented, leaning over them to pull out a circuit and kill the video feed. "And I thought I told you all that they deserved a little privacy to sort out their issues." With a raised eyebrow at them.
Pepper blushed, a rare feat for the sensible woman. She'd seen and heard enough over her time with Stark to think that nothing coyld embarress her anymore. The half blind black agent was enough to give even her pause. "I was just making sure that they were okay and nothing untoward was happening." She stuttered through.
"Making sure that after all the arguements that they weren't getting voilent or trying to kill each other. We might have needed to break it up!" Tasha dived in covering their backs.
"I'm sure." Fury said dryly, "The half naked man on man action had nothing to do with you two watching the video feed?"
"Nothing what so ever, just doing my job." Tasha said sweetly.
"Such a hard job, but someone has to do it." Pepper said innocently.
Nick typed in a complex series of numbers into the computer they had no chance of remembering. "Jarvis will warn us of any problems, otherwise leave them in peace!" He ordered.
"Fine!" Pepper pouted, picking up her purse and lurking out of the room. Natasha following shortly after, mattering about spoilsports.
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The boys were all sat around in a local bar, Clint Barton brought over two fresh pitchers of beer and slammed them on the table. Banner was sipping at a diet coke, not risking anything that might trigger his darker side. Thor was drinking directly from his own pitcher, waving around his arms trying to explain a point to his tipsy brother. Loki was starting to look a little worse for wear from the strange brews.
Barton topped up the demi god's glass from one of the pitchers. "Look Loki, its really simple. They love each other, but they can't express that love to each other in the normal way." He attempted.
Banner looked over his glass at them, "The close positioning of the two of them in that flat is forcing them to face their inner most feelings and act on them. Its a form of forced group therapy. Sooner or later being so close to the object of their desire will force the inner beast within both of them to act out the fantasies they have been repressing for so long."
Loki took a long swig of the bitter drink trying not to cough and splutter too badly. Thor had dragged him drinking with the others and he was currently on his third of those strange jugs. Trying to understand these strange Midgardian games they were playing. "So you want them to drink, brawl, fight and procreate and then you will let them out?"
"Sounds like a good night on Asgard!". Thor chuckled, "You miss all the fun brother locked in your room with all your musty old books."
Loki's eyes flashed green, "Let me show you what this bookworm can do!" He vanished from the table without another word.
"Thor what have you done?" Hawk demanded, "Do we need to suit up?"
Thor shook his head, "My brother drunk is nothing more then a practical joker. As long as you don't mind waking up to find your hair green, or your arm made of rubber you have little to fear."
"Somehow I draw little comfort from that statement!" Clint answered.
Banner reached for a glass of beer and started sipping slowly.
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Loki appeared in the shadows by the door of the flat, holding onto the doorframe to keep upright. Those human brews had their merits clearly. He hadn't been this tipsy since Thor's almost crowning as King of Asgard. He'd let the frost giants into the city then, it had seemed a great joke at the time.
Now this prank seemed even better. He watched the two men talking and crying. The solider looking at battle wounds on the old man's body. He rolled his eyes, clearly not the result the others wanted. But he was the God of Mischief, so he could change that soon enough.
Loki pulled out a bag from his cloak, a little something he had used against Thor now and then when he'd been annoying him. It was dubbed 'lust dust', he'd sprinkled it on a series of old hags who had chased Thor all over the city for days after.
He'd found it a wonderful jest when Thor usually chased young maids everywhere. Trying not to giggle and reveal his position, or fall on his ass. Loki openned the bag and blew the contents all over the two men. The entire pouch, he had only used a few pinches before so this should prove interesting.
Within moments kissing, moaning and other stuff started up. Loki gagged and vanished. Watching two men getting it on was nothing he ever wanted to see. He would much rather that they tore each other apart, but his brother had said he needed to be living in the world more for his therapy. So here he was trying to be a better person and do the right thing. He reappeared at the table and drained his glass in one.
"What did you do brother?" Thor asked.
Loki smiled sweetly, "I did nothing, admit nothing and damn well regret nothing!"
Thor went white seeing the small black bag in his brothers hand. "Lust dust? You drugged them?"
Loki smiled again, wide eyed and innocent. "Would I do such a thing?"
"Oh dear Odin help them!" The blonde uttered draining his pitcher.
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Steve groaned as Tony slammed him onto the table removing the last of his clothing. Pleasuring him so perfectly, lost in a sea of sensations as Tony went down on him. Stretching him gently, giving even more pleasure to distract from the pain. He couldn't stop the needy cries coming from his lips, the passion he felt in every fibre of his being.
Steve had waited so very long for this, he had always been waiting for the 'right dance partner' to bare his soul to and spend his life with. He had never wanted to indulge in the sins of the flesh, there was no point. Not when he could never admit to what or who he really loved. The damage in his soul, the taint that made him love men and not women. For the first time he was greatful he had been on ice for 70 years, for now he could finally give himself over to a true love and true identity.
He screamed as Tony rubbed his dampness with his top. His mind barely registered that there had been a question in there somewhere. He looked at his lover a few times, blinking trying to sort out his jumbled mind. "Huh?" He asked trying to pull himself back from the edge.
"My beautiful virgin, are you ready for me to 'deflower' you in every single way I can think of? For me to drive you out of your mind with passion? Do you really want this broken old man to be your first lover?" Tony asked softly, scared a little of what he might answer.
Steve reached up and stroked his face gently, staring straight into his eyes. "Tony Stark, I have never been so sure of anything in my whole life as I am right now. I want you, I want this more then anything!"
Tony smiled faintly stroking the other man's thigh, "This might hurt for a moment and then it will get better. I promise that it will get a lot better!"
"I trust you, I always have." Steve answered.
Stark pushed inside gently, feeling Steve wince as the pain of a first experience kicked in. He sucked on the blondes nippleas he started to thrust in and out so very gently. "Relax baby." He murmered into the solider ear as he sucked the earlobe.
Steve gripped his back firmly and pulled Tony further into him wanting to take every last inch of his lover inside of him. "Oh god." He murmered.
Tony happily increased his speed to what his partner wanted. He always made sure he gave a good time to his lover before himself. He didn't feel worthy of taking pleasure for himself. Even so the blonde seemed to be working out far too quickly what he enjoyed.
Stroking down Tony's chest and thighs, biting his neck. Steve found that oh so perfect spot on his neck and bit down, kissing him in just the right way. Tony screamed as Steve closed tightly around his shaft. The passion was just too much, he clung to Steve's hips trying to calm himself before it was too late. His neck still being peppered with hot steamy kissed. "Stop." He warned, "I'm too close, I want you too much."
He trailed off as Steve pulled him in closer, "Take what you need, its okay I promise." To prove the point, he pulled the older man in harder once again.
Tony growled, pinning him down harder, wrapping one hand around his shaft stroking the tip as firmly as he dared. The other hand he used to pin Steve's hands above his head. The great Tony Stark never lost control first, he wouldn't be beaten by some meer slip of a virgin!
Their cries merged together as the pleasure built inside of them, their bodies becoming one and the same. Neither sure where one started and the other begain as their lips met each other hungrily. Steve's tongue darting into Tony's mouth, moaning against his lips as he could hold on no longer and came into Tony's hand and all over both their hips.
Breathing a sigh of relief that his track record was safe finally, Tony gave in and with one last extra deep thrust he came inside of his lover. "Oh Steve." He moaned softly, riding the sensation out.
Falling onto the table next to him as it shuddered and collasped under their weight and abuse. They both landed on the floor laughing in a tangle of sweat and steam. Drawing themselves into an impassioned embrace, kissing hungrily again.
"Did you enjoy your first time?" Tony asked between kissed.
Steve smiled cheekily, "I'm not sure, I think we should try it again. Just so I'm really sure."
Tony laughed, "Oh really Romeo? You ready for some more action already?"
Steve pouted, "Can I help I enjoy how you feel against my body?"
"Well I am perfect, so I expect no less." Stark joked, "Now I'm betting you have never had sex in a shower?"
Steve looked up at him, "You know I haven't."
Tony kissed him and stood up, "Well I feel the need to shower, and could you wish to follow feel free to join me." Walking away before he could answer.
Steve watched that firm fine retreating ass for a few moments, jumped to his feet and followed. Already hearing the water running inside.