A/N: Hope you like :) There are some feels. There's also much swearing and some sex, because clearly I have a terribly dirty mind ;)
IRON MAN'S NEW TOY!
The news broke a few days ago of the relationship between Tony Stark, the playboy, billionaire, and Avenger, and his new flame – an Omega toy-boy! It seems Mr Stark wanted to treat his bit-on-the-side (thought to be named Luke,) to some new shirts – from one of Manhattan's finest department stores – and, with typical Tony Stark style, had a private personal shopper session with the mysterious Omega after-hours.
Our source told us that the mystery Omega was quite the dish "in an Omega kind of way." "He was tall," she tells us, "with long black hair – totally smitten with Mr Stark of course! You could tell that there was something sexual between them. He was flirty in a very obvious – dare I say cheap? - way."
A quick fling is all well and good, but buying presents for an Omega is seen by some as the epitome of poor taste. In recent months, the Anti-Omega movement has been gathering momentum, with what many see as good cause. Omegas are currently protected by the law and Omega Services, but the Anti-Omega movement argues that this gives them an unnaturally elevated status in society and goes against the rights of Alphas to owntheir Omegas.
So, will it last between the billionaire and the Omega boy? Maybe not – this is Tony Stark after all! One day he's going to wake up and want something better sharing his bed!
Members of the Anti-Omega movement are considering picketing Avengers Tower in protest at Mr Stark's inappropriate relationship.
The group outside Avengers Tower was mainly Alphas. Tony was due home soon. Natasha hoped he'd bring Shield Agents to get rid of these assholes. The group kept getting bigger. More and more Alphas were arriving.
Nat had to stop herself from going out there to shoot the ones who were throwing rocks and bricks. She watched them moodily from the window of Tony and Loki's living-room. Loki was sitting in the main body of the room, his head in his hands.
She knew that the slurs were worse to him than the bricks. There's only so often you can hear the words 'whore,' 'bitch,' and worse hurled at you before you took it personally. A lot of the words were less polite versions of 'quim.'
"...What?" she asked absent-mindedly, missing what Loki had just said under the noise from outside.
"Gaaaahhh!"
Natasha whipped her head around.
Two words in capital letters on their phone displays – LOKI. HEAT.
"Shit," Tony said.
"Go," Steve told him, slapping cuffs on the super-villain threat of the day, "We got it."
Loki could still hear them – the crowds outside the tower. Anti-Omega protestors. Hundreds of angry Alphas.
Their voices were stronger now as the Alphas in the crowd caught his heat scent. He groaned, the fiery snake of his heat twisting unpleasantly through his guts. Even the sheets felt rough beneath his sweat-soaked skin, as he lay, naked and in pain, on the bed. Slick dripped down his thighs steadily, slowly drenching him.
He curled in on himself, willing Tony to come home, come home, come home. He needed sex, needed to feel Tony inside him.
The Alphas outside were braying for him – screaming the most horrendous things, eager for his body at their mercy. His heat was early. Even without yet having a regular cycle, he knew that this was early, he could feel it. They'd brought it on –Alpha anger and his own stress, combined with his fucking screwed-up body, had tripped him into heat.
"Tony's on his way," the Black Widow's voice.
She was still here? Oh Norns, he was naked on the bed, and moaning with pain and lust in front of Agent Romanoff.
Voices rang through the crowd, permeating the walls - "Come out here bitch!" - an Alpha Command - directed at him - while he was in heat; he was standing and walking to the door before he even knew he'd rolled off the bed. He'd wondered when it would come down to this.
"Loki... wait!"
He tried to stop, but the effort was too great. He swayed, unable to think beyond following the Command. Obey the Alpha, obey the Alpha, obey the Alpha...
He took a staggered breath, starting forward again, "I have to..." he wept.
"Sorry about this Loki..." there was a hand on his arm – not Alpha, his heat hissed, not important – and then something scratched his skin; Agent Romanoff eased him down as the sedative took effect.
"Jarvis!" Natasha yelled as she moved Loki's clammy frame to the bed, "Find a way – any way – to block the fucking sound to this room! He doesn't hear one more Command, understand?! Not even one more word from those bastards outside! He'll only be out for fifteen minutes, so get going!"
"I will do what I can Agent Romanoff."
Natasha checked Loki's pulse and his breathing – she wished she hadn't had to put him out, Omegas often reacted poorly to sedatives, but she'd had no choice. He seemed ok, considering. Now that he was completely out of it, she looked down at him with guilty fascination – she'd never been this close to an in-heat Omega before.
He was so wet with various fluids that he shone in the light of the bedroom. He looked so small somehow, so completely vulnerable... something maternal bubbled up in her, strange and foreign. She moved a stray hair out of Loki's face. Innocent, she thought, surprising herself, no matter what he's done – he's an innocent. A strange thing to think about a man who'd led an invasion, attempted genocide, and killed many, many, people. Shit, she thought, Stark, Thor, what have you gotten us into?
Tony blocked out the noise as he pushed his way, flanked by Agents, through the crowd, towards the tower, towards Loki.
"This is turning into a fucking riot. I should've got home earlier - stupid fucking super-villains, why don't they attack another city for once?"
"Don't worry," Phil murmured at his elbow, "I have teams getting into position – as well as local law enforcement. I'll clear the area."
"Thanks Phil, because if they're still here later, I'm going to kill every last Anti-Omega bastard out here. The only reason I'm staying so carefully calm is because he needs me to be a fucking rock right now. Otherwise those fuckers would already be in a lot of pain."
"Understood."
"Jesus," Tony muttered, "it's not like I've never had a relationship with an Omega before! Fucking press stirring the pot. Fucking Anti-Omega movement taking offence at me buying a couple of shirts for my boyfriend! Bastards."
"Bring the bitch out!" a burly Alpha screeched, "Let us all have a turn! He smells like a great lay – his scent is begging for my cock!"
Phil turned around and punched the guy in the face, "Keep going," he shouted at Tony, "get to him. I'm gonna stick around here and teach these bastards some respect!"
Warm hands on his skin. He sniffed. Alpha. Tony. Safety.
"...you can go now Tash," Tony was saying, his hand moving in reassuring circles on Loki's bare side, "and thanks. Really."
"Can I go beat up those bastards now?"
"Have as much fun as you like Nat. I'm not gonna lose sleep over it."
"Sweet!" a pause, "Take care of him Tony."
Footsteps walking away. A door closing.
"Sorry," Loki whimpered gently, trying to open his sluggish eyes, "I'm sorry Tony."
"No," Tony said definitively, leaning over to kiss his hair, "don't you dare blame yourself for this Loki. I should've been here, I should've got you out – I should've thought that having too many of those fuckers who dare to call themselves Alphas around would put too much strain on your body-chemistry. Your system's not stable, and I'm the Alpha, I'm the one who needs to think of these things!"
"Please don't be angry Tony – with anyone – even yourself. I can't take any more Alpha Anger flying around – especially not from you..." he broke off into a whine and reached for Tony's hand, squeezing it tightly.
Now was not the time for words. He needed Tony. The Alpha stripped quickly and pulled Loki to his chest, feeling himself harden further as Loki's heat-scent rolled lusciously from his body. He could feel Loki's own hardness against his thigh, and he reached down to stroke his lover tenderly. Loki gasped, pushing his face into Tony's bare chest, breathing in his Alpha's scent.
"Tony," he whispered, "I need... need you inside me..."
Tony gently spread Loki's legs as he lay on his side, and pulled his hips up. Loki was wet and pretty ready for him, but Tony slipped a finger into his entrance slowly, massaging him, convincing his body to relax. Loki groaned lustily, the beautiful noise sending more blood to Tony's cock. He pulled the finger out and lined himself up, pushing into his lover with care.
"Yes!" Loki breathed, his head lolling against Tony's chest, his body surrendering to the Alpha as he took Tony into himself inch by inch.
Tony looked at Loki to see that far-away glaze in his eyes, and a sensual smile on his lips, lost to the bliss of heat-sex. His hands cupped Loki's soft ass, moving them both into a rhythm as he moved inside the beautiful man in his embrace. Loki's insides gripped him gloriously, adding to his own pleasure. He kissed Loki's lips, licking them, tasting Omega on his tongue and savouring it.
"I love you," Tony told him, plunging himself in again deeply.
"I – love – you – tooooo," Loki let out happily, in time with Tony's movements, "I – love – you – Tonnnnyy."
Tony chuckled, the vibrations moving through both of them and making Loki shiver with pleasure. The Alpha flipped them gently, so that Loki was on his back with Tony's weight pressing down on him, his legs curled around Tony's waist. Tony reached down to grasp Loki's shaft and work it in time with his own rhythm; Loki helped by bucking against him, pushing himself up and down in an obscenely arousing way on Tony's length.
When the knot began to form, Loki smiled weakly, aware even through the heat-haze of the approaching discomfort. He held Tony's hands, smiling through the pain, until he felt Tony's sticky warmth hit his insides soothingly, waiting to be absorbed by his needy body. They both slipped sweetly into the euphoria of the climax.
Soft lips, tired eyes, long eyelashes; beauty in Omega form stretching on the bed as he woke. Tony loved him. Loved him more than he had ever loved anybody. He'd leave the Avengers if it meant keeping him safe, keeping him happy – he'd leave Stark International, leave the limelight, change his name to Tommy Stankman or Timmy Stocks, or something equally ridiculous... Whatever Loki wanted, whatever was best for Loki, that's what he'd do.
Loki blinked at him sleepily, "What?" he asked Tony.
"Just admiring the view baby," a hand stroking down Loki's back, leaving love and comfort in its wake.
"I love you Tony."
"I love you too Loki."