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"What's it like?"

Peter blinked and glanced up from his sandwich. His co-worker, Leo, was staring at him expectedly.

"What's what like?"

The other man rolled his eyes exasperated.

"Working with Pepper Potts," he responded. "I've heard she's a real bitch. Pretty sexy though," he added as an afterthought.

Peter gawped at him in disbelief. He couldn't even imagine bad talking his supervisors like that. Leo made an impatient hand motion and Peter rolled his eyes. He thought about Ms. Potts; she definitely was beautiful but he didn't feel any attraction to her. There was something important missing so, while he respected her and liked her, he didn't want her in a romantic sense.

"It's interesting," he responded truthfully. "And really busy," he added.

"Have you met Tony Stark yet?"

Peter's mind did an instant replay of that moment a couple days ago and he shook his head firmly.

"No."

He really hoped Ms. Potts didn't decide to introduce them; one meeting had been more than enough for him.

He glanced at the clock and rose to his feet with a yawn.

"I'm back on, see you later."

He had been working for about an hour when someone yanked him into a side room. The only reason he didn't throw the person over his shoulder was because his spider sense was silent, and it was a good thing he hadn't since he now found himself looking directly into Mr. Stark's face. He instantly made to step back outside but the other man shut the door quickly.

"Uh, I really should be working," he said quietly. "Sir," he added in hastily.

"Surely you can spare some time for little, lonely, old me," the billionaire smiled.

Peter swallowed and took a step back as the older man leaned in. He really didn't want to be alone in the same room as the genius; he was way too attractive for his own good and Peter had done some research in his spare time, which wasn't much, but that was beside the point. He knew how horrible newspapers were, thank you Daily Bugle, but every single one he looked at said the same thing. Tony Stark was a womaniser and possibly a manizer, what word would you use in that context, but back on track; Peter had no interest in being a toy. That was easy enough to say but he was having a hard time convincing his body as the man backed him into a wall. Apparently that thing he was missing with Ms. Potts was in full swing here.

"I really should be going sir," he said softly while trying to avoid Mr. Stark's eyes.

"Call me Tony," that man announced and Peter's gaze snapped back to him.

"I can't do that," he protested.

"Are you saying no to your boss Mr. Parker?"

It was only his last name but it sounded salacious coming from the billionaire's mouth.

"Do I need to punish you?"

Peter shivered and pressed back until he was flush against the wall. It didn't help as Mr. Stark just leaned in even closer giving him no space to move away.

"No sir," he squeaked and his eyes widened when the man raised an eyebrow. "Tony," he quickly rectified.

"Good, we can save the sir for roleplaying."

Peter almost choked upon hearing that and Tony smirked.

"Now Mr. Parker," he drawled. "I think you deserve a reward."

"Mr. Parker!"

Peter had never been happier to hear Ms. Pott's voice calling for him. He quickly ducked away from the other man; glad to have an excuse to leave.

"I have to go sir…Tony. Have a good day."

He was almost out the door when the billionaire's smooth voice stopped him.

"I'll see you at my mansion tonight."

The younger man turned to stare at him baffled. He was trying to come up with a way to decline that wouldn't get him fired when the other man chuckled.

"You'll come," he smirked and Peter eyed him weirdly.

"Have a good afternoon," Peter finally said before leaving.

He wouldn't be going to the billionaire's house, no way. Peter wasn't sure how he had caught Mr. Stark's attention but he would be happy to lose it. Something told him that the genius would do nothing but complicate his life.

When Peter finally got home he was tired; he had paused to stop a robbery and a car crash. Thankfully no one had been hurt but he was still feeling exhausted. He blamed Tony Stark; dealing with that man was arduous, more emotional than physical, and he had no idea how Ms. Potts did it.

"You take this back to him right now Peter."

The young man turned to stare at his aunt who had accosted him the moment he stepped through the door.

"Take what back?" he asked confused.

Aunt May smacked something into his chest and Peter took it feeling rather perplexed.

"It's a sweet gesture, I don't know what you did to gain his favor, but it's too much and we don't need his charity."

Peter stared at her blankly before looking at the object she had given him; it was a check, one that had several zeroes on it, and was signed by Tony Stark. Now he liked to think he was fairly hard to anger but seeing this he felt rage start to creep in.

'Does he think I'm a whore?' he thought furiously. 'Someone he can buy.'

"Oh I'll return it," he told Aunt May.

'Possibly with a fist to the face,' he added mentally.

He made it to the billionaire's mansion in record time and stormed up to the gate where he jabbed his finger into the doorbell.

"You tell Mr. Stark I want to see him right now," he declared fiercely.

There was a beat of silence.

"Right away sir."

The gate clicked open a minute later and Peter stomped in with Tony Stark coming out to greet him with a grin.

"Peter, baby, you're a little late but you made it."

The aforementioned man shoved the cheque into the billionaire's chest hard enough to make him stumble. Mr. Stark was lucky he had pulled his strength or he could have sent the man flying which he really wanted to do.

"What do you think I am? A whore?" he hissed venomously.

Mr. Stark stared at him in shock for a moment before laughing and Peter was seriously considering punching the guy.

"Of course not," he scoffed. "It was a test and a trap, that's all."

Peter stared at him as he processed this new information and then it clicked.

"You wanted to see if I would accept the money," he said in understanding.

"Yep," the other man nodded as he ushered him in. "And it also served as a guarantee of you showing up."

The young man looked at him dumfounded as he was herded into what looked like a living room. When his mind caught up with the situation he suddenly paled.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry sir. I didn't mean to shove you, I was just so angry and I didn't mean it so please don't fire me. I promise I'll never do it again," he blathered.

The stream of verbal diarrhea stopped when Mr. Stark slid a hand into his hair, tugged his head down, and kissed him. When he pulled away Peter could only stare at him blankly and the man breezed past him. Once his mind had re-started he turned to follow him; apparently the billionaire had a bar in the back of his living room.

"You want a drink?"

Peter was about to decline but paused. He had been meaning to see whether the spider bite would affect alcohol taken in by drinking, he also wanted to test drugs; it was a good idea to know your weaknesses, but he had never had the opportunity to test out his hypothesis before so he shrugged.

"Sure, I mean thank you Mr. Stark."

The billionaire made a face as he fixed a drink.

"Oh don't start with that again."

He handed the cup to Peter who sniffed and then made a face; it certainly didn't smell appetizing.

Mr. Stark saw this and smirked even as he made his own drink.

"I have to say that wasn't what I was expecting," he commented casually.

Peter stared at him in confusion yet again.

"What?" he asked.

"Well, I thought you would show up and politely return the money; I didn't know you had so much fire in you. It's very sexy," he winked.

Peter flushed and took a large gulp of his drink where he then proceeded to cough as it burned down his throat.

"What was that?" he gasped.

Mr. Stark didn't answer until he managed to stop laughing.

"First time drinking?" he asked with a grin.

Peter nodded while taking another, smaller, sip. It didn't taste any better so he set it down on the table again and instead took the chance to look around. He was in Tony Stark's house after all; who knew if he would get another chance. They were currently sitting at the bar but over in the middle of the room was a large, expensive looking, couch and there was a wall that was actually a TV as in a TV that doubled as a wall.

'I will never understand rich people,' he thought in disbelief.

He turned his eyes back to Mr. Stark and then froze; the billionaire was staring intensely at him. The gaze was practically sex in an expression and Peter jumped to his feet. He barely saved the chair from being knocked over and started to back up. He could feel his face turning red as Mr. Stark started to move towards him predatorily and, far too soon, he felt his back hit the couch and he swallowed.

'First a desk, then a wall, and now a couch,' he thought. 'I hope this doesn't become a habit.'

He leaned back as the billionaire moved in; the man casually nudging Peter's legs open and stepping in between them. The younger man was having trouble focusing with the intense look Mr. Stark was giving him and he turned his head to the side.

"I should be getting home sir," he said while trying, and failing, to hide the mix of nervousness and excitement in his voice.

"I thought I told you to call me Tony."

Peter couldn't help but shiver at the man's voice and helplessly turned his face back towards him.

"I guess I'll have to punish you until you stop."

The younger man almost stopped breathing and then Tony Stark was kissing him. Again Peter felt his brain shut down and his hands clenched at the sofa behind him even as Tony leaned in closer.

The man's hand was in Peter's hair and while normally that would seem kind of girly, it somehow made Tony more in control. The younger man stopped resisting and his hands moved from the couch to Tony's waist.

The billionaire rocked his body forward and Peter gasped; Tony took advantage of the open mouth and slid his tongue in. Peter wasn't even sure how it happened but somehow they ended up on the couch; Tony on top, kissing him and shamelessly rubbing their clothed erections together. Peter arched his back closer with a groan, moving his hips to grind alongside the older mans, and bit down on Tony's lip to receive his own groan. The billionaire's hand had just started to slide under his shirt when a phone went off.

The noise jolted Peter out of the lustful haze he had fallen into and he swiftly untangled himself and rolled off the couch. The ringing was his phone and he snatched it up to answer.

"Hello."

"Is everything alright Peter?"

'It was Aunt May,' he realised as he backed away towards the door.

"Everything's fine. I just got into a small argument with Mr. Stark that's all."

'One that ended up being fought with our tongues,' he thought embarrassed.

He was trying to listen to what Aunt May was saying while moving away and simultaneously attempting to ignore the attractive pouting genius with sex swept hair.

"Yeah, I'm heading home now, I'll grab eggs on the way home."

"I'll be leaving now." He told the man sitting on the couch.

He stood in the doorway indecisively. Even with the activities that had just happened he wasn't comfortable with calling the billionaire Tony. Still there wasn't a ban on using his last name.

"Mr. Stark," he said before quickly exiting.

XXX

'The kid has more will power then I thought,' Tony thought amused.

He wasn't sure who had won that battle but at least he had gained some ground before the other man had practically fled. Usually all he had to do was kiss someone and they were more than happy to fall into his bed.

"Still the kid gets more intriguing each day," he mused out loud and slid hid hand down to his aching groin. "First he's all shy and awkward, then he shows this spitfire attitude."

He was fully aware he was talking to himself and didn't give a shit; he just tilted his head back and moved his hand under his pants. He shut his eyes for a moment and hummed as he stroked his hard on.

"J.A.R.V.I.S pull up the video of when Peter got here."

"Yes sir."

The moment appeared on Tony's wall TV and he watched, his strokes quickening, as Peter entered,

'The anger in his eyes and venom in his voice should not be that attractive,' Tony thought.

It was such a contrast to the reserved man he had met in his office and made Peter even more fascinating. He had thought, with how shy the other man had seemed, that he would have easily fallen into his bed, well couch, with him. Instead he had managed to escape him, and not just once; there had been the moment at work too. Still this was only making Tony more determined to have him; no one could escape from him. He let out a loud groan as he came thinking about the man on his camera.

After all he was Tony Stark and he always got what he wanted.

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I don't even know how this happened. I mean I had planned on it being a mature story cause it features Tony so how can it not. Still this wasn't supposed to happen. I swear that man just takes control and does whatever he wants. For fans of Accidental Relocation; I am about half way through the next chapter. So, anyways, let me know what you think. Do you like? Do you think I'm moving too fast?