Behind His Quiet Lies: The End

By: Villain's Vindication

AN: lemon warning

"So, is there a reason we're making your suit fully outer space capable?" Bruce asked while screwing together two new plates of armor.

"It's elementary dear Watson. I... want to fly around space!"

Bruce turned to the side to face Tony, "that's it?"

"Well, I'm sure there's some other very very important reason. I just haven't thought it up yet. Less talking, more screwing! ...Wait that came out wrong... or did it?" Tony waggled his eyebrows at Bruce and the doctor laughed. Bruce went back to his work but Tony didn't miss the wince Bruce did his best to hide.

"Are you alright?" he asked putting down the chest plate in his hands. Bruce sighed heavily and rubbed at his neck, "I'm fine, just really sore. They were ruthless with me today in therapy. I think they've gotten brave after working with me all this time without any... accidents happening."

"I could give you a massage. I've been told I'm good with my hands," Tony smirked suggestivly at him. He too had gotten braver around Bruce. The doctor hadn't yet rebuffed any of his flirtations, and to Tony that signaled he was free to say as he pleased.

Bruce chuckled through his grimace. He was clearly in pain, "you know if you weren't joking I'd actually take you up on that offer. It is, after all, your fault I don't have any more pain killers."

Tony literally jumped up at the opportunity, "I wasn't joking Banner," he grabbed the other man's hand and pulled him from the room before he could protest.

When they had made it to the living room, Tony turned around and saw Bruce's face was flaming, "I-I-I-I don't think-"

"Wonderful suggestion, you just lie down and don't think. I'll take care of you."

"B-B-But..."

The smile fell from Tony's face. Even after all the time they spent together, how comfortable they had become with one another, Tony knew he had to tread lightly. "Do you not trust me?"

"Don't be ridiculous-"

"Well then what is it?"

Bruce looked down at the ground and shifted from foot to foot, "it's... been a long time since anyone's..." he didn't seem able to finish.

"Since anyone's touched you?"

Bruce nodded, embarrassed. Tony stepped closer to him, "but surely those doctors have had to for your therapy right?"

"Well yeah, but this is you and its clearly different and I haven't... I don't... you're..."

Tony deflated, he could see where this was headed. Maybe he had misread this thing that had grown between them. "I won't do anything gay Banner. I didn't know that bothered you. You're in pain and, as your friend, I just want to help you."

Pain of a different sort came over Bruce's face, "Tony I know that. I just said I trusted you didn't I? I'm not homophobic... I'm just... I'm not..."

Tony smiled but it didn't reach his eyes, "hey, no I get it. It's alright. Still want me to help you out?"

Bruce blushed and picked at the buttons of his shirt, "yeah, if you want to."

Tony said nothing but reached up and batted Banner's fidgeting hands away before unbuttoning his shirt. He carefully slid it from the man's shoulders, "just lay down," he whispered. Bruce swallowed loudly and made his way over to the couch, laying down in the cushions. Tony was careful not to touch him with his legs as he straddled the man's back. So many of his dreams had started out exactly like this, even while asleep his mind knew he couldn't just pounce on Bruce like he would anyone else. With the doctor everything would have to be cautious, slow, gentle, everything Tony normally avoided in seduction.

But, for Bruce he could do it.

Or at least he could have done it, the man had just, very clearly, made that line of thinking off limits.

"You don't have to do this Tony," Bruce's muffled voice came from below him.

"It's either me or Dummy. I can go get him if you want?" That thankfully pulled a chuckle out of the highly strung doctor, "no don't do that."

"Just trust me Banner," Tony gently placed both his hands in Bruce's hair, trailing his fingers through it and began massaging. He worked down his neck, pressing his thumbs down along the top of his spine and back up to his hair line. He moved one hand to hold down Banner's sholder and pushed his neck slightly to one side, earning himself a nice crack from the bone as the tense muscles began to give way.

"Hnnnn."

"Feel good?"

"Gmmhhh."

Tony chuckled and did the same to the other side, getting a lesser pop. He lightly traced the faint forms of muscles in Bruce's shoulders before baring down a bit and kneading them. It was a real wonder, the difference between Bruce's slight, unassuming form and the form of the Hulk. Bruce was so soft, and the longer Tony thought about it the... harder he became. He shifted a bit around the discomfort.

Off limits, remember?

His body didn't want to listen.

Tony's hands worked over the top of Bruce's arms before moving down his back along his spine. He couldn't help himself from dragging his nails down the curve of his lower back. Bruce made a sound and squirmed in such a way that made it really hard to continue the whole 'friendly massage' bit. He flared his hands across the small of Bruce's back and worked the muscle until he couldn't take Bruce's tiny moans any longer.

Tony sat back, huffing a breath out to mess with the hair that had fallen into his eyes. This was pure torture it was.

He was keeping an ear open to listen for any warning noises from Bruce's heart monitor, but apparently he was doing a good job a relaxing the doctor. He ran his hands lightly up and down Bruce's sides, teasing. The man beneath him seemed comfortable enough. And Tony knew he had promised to behave but really, when did he ever follow the rules?

He let his trailing hands move further around Bruce's torso, dipping just the scantest bit beneath to the hem of his pants, tracing the man's prominent hipbones in the front.

"Tony?"

The inventor started a bit at the sound of his name. He hadn't noticed that he had leaned in close to Banner's neck so that his hot breath crept over the smaller man's skin. Tony noticed the goose-flesh that had prickled up along the tops of his shoulders.

"You smell so good Brucey," Tony was surprised by his own breathless voice.

"Tony don't-"

"What are you so afraid of?" Tony asked exasperatedly.

"Everything, okay? I'm scared of everything," Tony's heart broke a bit at the sound of Bruce's voice. He man really was scared, but then Tony remembered the calm beat of Banner's heart monitor and made his decision.

"Turn around," he whispered directly into Bruce's ear.

"That is so not happening-"

"Please?" Tony knew he was close to begging but he couldn't help himself. His hand was absently stroking Bruce's right hip, his fingers playing just out of reach of where he really wanted to touch. He was already nearly panting from the restraint of holding back.

Bruce looked back over his shoulder and saw the glazed look in Tony's dilated eyes, the barely there flush on the other man's face.

Mother of god, Tony Stark was hot.

Bruce was terribly embarrassed because his body had liked what Tony had been doing a little too much. But he gave into the look, and turned around within the cage of Tony's arms. But he still brought a hand up to press against the man's chest, "Tony we really shouldn't... we can't... What if this ruins our friendship? What if the Other Guy comes out? How can you even want this with someone like me? You could have anyone in the world, Tony, anyone. And, if my heart rate gets to high-"

"What did I tell you Brucey?" Tony's voice was deep and heady with want, "I told you not to think. You think too much about everything." Tony unhooked the man's heart monitor and flung it away, "just forget about all that nonsense and let yourself feel something for once in your goddamn life."

Bruce swallowed hard but couldn't get a word in edgewise before Tony leaned in a nipped at a tendon in his neck. Bruce couldn't hold back the whimper pulled forth from the action. Bruce let his hands drift to Tony's shoulders and his nails sank into the man's t-shirt as Tony's biting turned into suckling and Bruce was sure the man was really about to eat him.

And he was going to let him.

Dammit this was such a bad idea.

Tony pulled away to catch Bruce's gaze, "I'll do whatever you want... anything Bruce. Anything you want."

"Anything?" Bruce didn't know what to think, for the first time ever he couldn't think, "but I don't know what to do."

Tony absolutely growled at that admission. He gripped Bruce's hips and pressed his aching length against the smaller man's and ground them together. Even through the barrier of their clothes they could feel each other.

"Fuck! Ah!" Bruce arched at the contact. His head fell back into the couch cushions, exposing his neck to further abuse from Tony. The metal Avenger wasted no time in taking up the opportunity, nipping along the other side of Banner's neck. He continued kissing lower, regrettably having to pull his hips away in order to reach. He traveled carefully across Bruce's chest, laying a special kiss over the man's fluttering heart.

He continued on until he was nipping at Bruce's hipbone, trying and failing to distract the man while he popped open the button on his pants.

"Tony, what...?" Bruce panted out, moving his grip to Tony's hair.

"I wanna taste you Bruce."

"Oh my god," the doctor nearly came before Tony even got the chance. The man's voice was pure sin, and what he was suggesting... it had been so damn long since... "ohmygod..."

He could feel Tony's smirk against the hollow of his hip. He was probably giving the man an ego trip but he didn't care. Tony had barely touched him but he was so good. Bruce gasped as the restriction of his boxers and pants were inched away and he was freed.

But he wasn't left out in the air for long.

"Shit!" Bruce thought he might have ripped out a chunk of Tony's hair just then but the other man seemed unperturbed as he swallowed him all the way down to the root. Bruce had done fairly well at keeping his heart rate down, dispute losing all other ability to control himself, but now he could feel it nearly thundering out of his chest. Green crept into the edges of his vision.

"Tony... Tony, I'll change. You have to stop. I can't do this." God, he hated that he had to say that.

Tony pulled back up with an obscene sound and licked his lips provocatively, "so? If the Big Guy wants to come out and play that'll just make this all the more... interesting." Tony smirked and kept eye contact as he went back down, taking Bruce's cock down his throat.

And finally Bruce was completely overwhelmed. What Tony was saying, it just brought forth imagery of the inventor's mouth stretched impossibly wide around the Hulk and a great number of other possibilities that Bruce had never considered possible before.

Tony worked on him passionately. He swallowed around the length in his throat and hummed and then Bruce's vision whited out as he came, shuttering in Tony's grip. His whole body fell limp, sinking into the couch.

"You make... like... the best noises ever," Tony said in a gravely voice from his abused throat. Bruce looked down at him and saw Tony licking the corner of his lips where... "oh my god, did you just swallow that?"

Tony's smirk was positively evil, curling up at the ends, "I might have done." Even as spent as he was, Bruce's cock twitched at that. Tony crawled up over his body to look directly into Bruce's eyes with a gaze that set his skin on fire.

Bruce had a fleeting thought that he might have just unleashed the devil upon himself.

"So... it was good? Even if I am a man?" Bruce blinked at him uncomprehending for a moment. There was just no way Anthony Stark was insecure about his performance in bed. A nearly painful amount of affection flowed into Bruce's heart at the thought that it might just be with him that he's worried about it.

"You're perfect Anthony."

Tony smiled in honest relief and moved in to kiss him delicately, and wasn't this all backwards too? This was their first kiss and it was after he had... And he could taste himself on Tony's tongue, and it was...

Tony kissed him again and again and again, all the while cradling his face in his palms like he was the most precious thing in the world. Tears pricked at the comers of Bruce's eyes as thought inevitably crept back in.

"This will never work Tony. We'll end up hurting each other."

"Probably," Tony hardly paused in his worship of Bruce's face. Kissing his temples before moving back to claim him mouth.

Bruce pulled away slightly, "and you know I'm not one for sticking around."

"I know," Tony looked at him seriously, "and you know I have a real hard time being monogamous."

"Yeah, I know," they looked at one another for a moment but the couldn't keep their hands off one another for long. They had opened the proverbial Pandora's Box. Bruce found a bit of bravery and reached down between them to Tony's neglected hardness. Tony groaned, "but you'll always come back to me right?"

Bruce nodded enthusiastically, "yeah, I can do that... as long as you always make me first in your heart." Tony smiled at the surprisingly romantic notion, "I think I can do that, Brucey."

"Then," Bruce gasped as Tony returned to biting his neck, "then we'll be okay?"

"Yeah... I think we will."

It was both just that complicated and that simple.

They were both in to deep to go back now.

And neither of them would change a thing.

Not one.

Really.