Even with his slight limp, the alpha managed to cage Tony to the wall with his arms, pushing his body as close of humanly possible to lock them together. His alphas palms ran lovingly down his sides, travelling further before cupping his ass firmly in both hands. Acting on instinct, Tony whined and rutted his growing erection into the other, only to gape when he rubbed against the others clothed cock. Both mates gasped at the immense pleasure running straight down to pool in their lower abdomens.
Pulling away from their kissing for breath, the alpha nuzzled his face into Tony's neck, licking and biting over his adams apple.
"Anthony." God, that name had always angered him, following him around like a disease and plaguing his life like a spector. And yet, it sounded so right in that voice. It sounded like a blessing, like a near silent prayer. It was to be cherished coming from this man, as he worshipped Tony's neck with his teeth, and worked his ass with his magical hands.
Tony whimpered as one of the man's hands left his rectum, only to find the waistband of his slacks. It was all happening so fast.
Ok, faster than Tony normally has.
Patience seemed to have slipped from his mate's fingers, as he shoved Tony's pants down, letting them pool at his ankles. It was times like this that Tony was glad he rarilly wore anything under his trousers. But he made no further move to his achingly erect cock bouncing off his stomach each time he moaned, and dripping with beads of pre-come, instead setting his sights up.
With a guttural moan, his mate ripped open the white undershirt Tony had been wearing, jacket already long forgotton on the ground, and lowered himself to level with Tony's cock. While hopeful that maybe his painfully hard pecker might finally be getting some attention, the look on the other mans face squashed that thought away. Instead the blonde seemed content to ignore the poor little guy, and instead tease his omega.
Ownership, let alone the acceptance of ownership, was new ground for Tony. He wasn't sure how to feel on it.
The alpha dragged his tongue from just over his penis, licking a long wet line over his abdomen, circling around his navel, then all the way up to Tony's right nipple. Small moans dropped from his lips, as his mate took the small nub between his teeth, worrying the tiny bump like a pro.
Tony couldn't think, the constant chant of 'want, want, want' clouding his thoughts. All he knew in this moment was that he needed this. He needed to be taken by his alpha. To be claimed. To have his alpha's cock in his already wettening asshole. To be fucked over and over, and knotted against his mate. To be filled with seed, that would one day turn into pups. He wanted all of this.
A groan escaped Tony's lips as his mate ran his teeth over his nub again, exciting his body, nipples standing stark straight against his chest. Sounds Tony didn't even think he could make peeled from his lips, creating an ambience of pleasure and thrill with each noise.
"I-" He panted, trying to catch his breath, "I thought, ah, the reason for the room, ho, was-ag, so you could claim me, ugh, on the bed?" Snark, because even when he's about to be fucked Tony is still an arrogant asshole. Lest anyone forget that fact be maimed by his tongue. Heh, kinky.
The blonde froze in his ministrations, and Tony was afraid he might have angered the alpha for a moment, before the other man finally nodded. He backed away from Tony, who was suddenly missing that mouth on his now pink, perky nipple, and pointed toward the bed. The order was clear, the test was whether or not Tony would submit to the alpha's charge. He had a choice, all omegas do. This step was crucial in the making or breaking of a bond. If the omega refused surrender in mating, and chose to lay on his back for the sexual interaction, then the alpha had no way of further forming the bond and it became simply sex. However, if the omega took up the bonding stance, then the process would immediately begin.
It didn't take him more than a second to come to his decision, and Tony climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees. He kept his head down, keeping his stance even as he heard the alpha stalking around him, appraising his pose. A finger pressed into his entrance, bringing the slick up to the man's mouth to taste. A sound similar to a purr left the alpha, and Tony filled with something akin to relief and joy at being approved by his mate. Clothes ruffled beside him, and when Tony sneaked a peek at his lover, he saw him standing buck naked in all his glory.
Hands gripped his hips tightly, as the bed shifted underneath his hands to accommodate the weight of the other. The wonderful mouth found residence on his shoulder, making tiny love bites all along the tense muscles towards his neck. As the lips found their spot on the nape above the tiny bonding gland, something thick prodded his small pucker, drawing out the liquid that had begun dripping down his thighs.
A bite broke his skin, and Tony screamed as the large cock shoved forward into his body. Tears fell from his eyes because it was too big, and it hurt like a fucker. He should have expected the burn, but no one ever mentioned how bad it hurt when bonding. All the textbooks on the subject told it as a type of fairytale, like something beautiful and cherished. This wasn't that at all. The back of his neck felt like it was on fire, and if the tiny blood splatters on the sheet were anything to go by, then there was a reason it felt like acid. This wasn't the fairy tale he had wanted, more like a horror story told to scare kids.
When he tried pull away from the intruding appendage, his mate bit down harder and pulled Tony back towards him, re-impaling him on the penis. Soon enough, the pain broke through to pleasure, and soon Tony was rocking his hips back and forth slightly to encourage his lover. Needing no further hints, the alpha pulled out until only the head remained in the tight velvety heat, before plunging it back into the depths. A groan passed through the teeth still latched to the back of his neck, and Tony whined, rolling his hips in emphasis. An even tempo set in place, as the alpha began thrusting into Tony, going deeper and deeper with each slap of skin. Faster and faster the thrusts came, his mate mouthing and biting at the open bite mark. A large knot filled the base of the alpha's penis, enlarging until it just touche where his entrance began. Tony keened below the other man, pushing back to meet the shaft. It was mating, not making love. The end goal was simple, fill his body with cum, bond, and knot.
It was still over too soon.
When his mate took him into his hand and began pumping with his thrusts, Tony couldn't hold off his orgasm any longer. He shot his load onto the sheets below, riding out his orgasm with a outdrawn moan. When he came down from his high, he felt the large knot being pounded painfully into him, making him cry out. With several more erratic thrusts, the knot locked deep into his body, and his mate came. And came. And came.
Over, and over again.
They both collapsed onto the bed sheets, only rolling sideways when it became hard for to Tony to breath. Afterwards, they laid in a comfortable silence, his alpha licking and nuzzling at the mark he'd left on Tony's neck.
"Mine," He whispered, nibbling at the mark to keep it fresh. Not that it mattered, since the bond was already complete.
"Yours," Tony whispered back, turning slightly to kiss his mate over his shoulder, cringing at the taste of his own blood on the others tongue.
It took forty-five minutes for the knot to finally go down. It slipped from his sore ass, a trail of semen following after it. His lover frowned, and pushed the semen back into his hole with a finger. Tony chuckled, nipping at the alpha's nose in retribution.
Dropping his head onto Tony's stomach, his mate snuggled into the skin there. Tony tilted his head at the other, a large smile already brimming on the edges of his lips. He knew what the other was thinking, and secretly, he hoped for the same.
"Do you think it worked?" There was a note of desperation in the alpha's tone, fearful of the answer, "Sorry, I just... I've always wanted to have a family. Even when I was a little kid, I would dream of the day I found my omega. But after the accident, I..." He swallowed, eyes glistening momentarilly. Tony ran a soothing hand over his mates face, fixing the askew glasses on his nose.
Considering that yesterday Tony had been proclaiming to the heavens that he would never bear children, let alone have a natural birth, he was feeling pretty good with the concept. A lot of male couples couldn't stand the thought of anal birth, and others still got completely butt hurt over the topic.
Ugh, sick humor.
"Doesn't matter now. You've got me, and I've got you. Yeah?" Wasn't supposed to sound like a question, but what the hell. Besides Tony needed to know for sure that this was serious. He would be heartbroken fine if it weren't, but still.
The alpha nodded into his stomach, "And I won't ever let you go. You're mine now,Tony."
That statement was probably supposed to make him feel warm and protected, and normally it would, but instead he found it slightly foreboding. An image of himself being forced into the manual labor that awaits the future of nearly all omegas flashed in his thoughts, before being forced back into the recesses of his mind. His alpha loved him, and he wouldn't make Tony do something so menial.
It was then that Tony realized something.
"I still don't know your name,"
"It's Aldrich, Aldrich Killian." He licked into the dip of Tony's naval, fucking his belly button with the tip of his tongue, lust inking out his blue eyes. When the omega looked down, he found his alpha already aching and dripping with anticipation. Oh yeah, time for round two!
Aldrich flipped Tony onto his belly, mounting him from behind. With a vigorous shove, the man pushed into Tony's already loose hole.
Of course, this is when the renters of the hotel room choose to walk in.
It should say something about Tony's life that not a single person on the planet was shocked to find him spooning buck-naked with another man. In fact, the only human on this god-forsaken planet who at least paused when Tony was explaining the situation, was Obadiah Stane. Except, he was less shocked, and more furious that Tony had told the public.
"What are the investors going to think, Tony?" He rubbed the bridge of his nose with both fingers, no doubt massaging out the headache trying to out talk Tony Stark gives someone, "What am I supposed to say when the Board finds out that you slept and bonded with a complete stranger?"
"How about you tell them to take their long, sticky-brown noses, and shove them up their own-"
"Tony," Obie cut in, growling out the word like a curse. And who knows, with all the people he's no doubt offended this time, maybe it is.
"I just want what's best for you."
"This is what's best for me," Why wasn't he listening? "That man is my soulbound, Obie."
Obadiah shakes his head, "You don't know that for sure,"
"Yes, I do. Obie, I felt it. I saw it. When we touched hands, god! You should have seen it. It was probably the best moment of my life." His hand still felt warm, and he hadn't even seen his mate in hours.
"There are ways of faking that, Tony-"
"Why can't you just be happy for me?" He hadn't meant to explode, but something inside him was tired of sitting around waiting for him to fail. "For the first time in my life, I feel happy Obie. Even if it is a sham, I have never felt more content and safe in any other place on Earth than I do in his arms. He makes me feel wanted, and full of life, and beautiful.
"I love him, and I think he loves me too."
Tony turns to walk to the reception desk to find his mates room, when he feels a large palm land heavily on his shoulder. Looking at his companion, Obie gives him a large grin, and nods his head.
"Well, if he's that important to you, then who am I to complain. Besides, I always wanted to give the shovel talk to one of your suitors. I guess now would be the most beneficial time." He releases the breath he didn't realize he had been holding, relief making his shoulders sag. Obie was like a father to him, and if he didn't approve... He really didn't want to think about what that would mean for his new relationship.
Together, they stepped up to the front desk.
The woman looked up at them with a completely uninterested look, blatant nonchalance simmering in her dark green orbs. She stopped typing when she saw them approach, but had yet to actually address them.
"Yes, how may I help you, gentlemen" She seemed caught on her words for a moment, her forced smile twitching at the edges for a moment.
"Can you please give me the hotel number for an Aldrich Killian?" The dirty look the crude bitch gave was definitely unnecessary, but at least she seemed to consider his request. Typing away at her lower grade computer system, she narrows her eyes and bites her bottom lip. Tony used to have a similar tick, when he would lose himself in a motor or new weaponry. Half the time it was Pepper who grounded him back to reality, even though she had only been working for him as an assistant for two years.
Abruptly, the clicking stopped, and Tony pulled back into his thoughts. It was strange how easily he could lose himself in his own mind.
Stranger still the fact that nobody was ever freaked out by it.
"I'm sorry, but it appears that Mr. Killian checked out of his room a few hours ago," She spared him an upwards glance, before rolling her eyes; as though it were somehow his fault for ruining her 'perfect' day. "According to our records, he dropped off his key and payed in cash at 9 A.M this morning."
No, that had to be wrong. Putting on his public smile, Tony smirked snidely at her, "Honey, please. That can't be right, I spent the evening with Mr. Killian-"
"Oh, stood you up?" At least she had the decency to at least attempt to find room in her piss-poor heart to feel pity for him. 'Cus that's what he needed, some random stranger feeling sorry for him.
"No, he's my soulmate. I'm gonna have to ask you to look in your records again, because clearly, your stupid fucking machine is making a mistake." What was he supposed to do? Lunge over the counter and look it up himself? What kind of cheap hotel lies to their customers?!
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to calm down. You're making a scene." Calm down? Calm down?!He's calm, he's totally calm. She's the one who's not calm! Why won't she tell him the room number? Aldrich wouldn't leave him, no, no! There has to be some kind of misunderstanding.
Obie nudges his shoulder, and Tony realizes that he's hyperventilating. Showing weakness in the face of two alphas. Dad was probably rolling in his grave.
"Thank you for your time," Obie says to the woman, who waves them off with a mocking salute and Tony want's to punch her. He had never in his life wanted to punch a woman in his life more, than at that moment. Because she didn't understand, no one did. He needed to find his alpha, or he would break. Die, alone and depressed, wondering what he did wrong.
Was it the media? The reporters no doubt would tear his character to pieces, but was it enough to force his hand?
Did he realize how broken Tony really was?
They made their way to the back of the lobby, cutting into a little crook in the wall away from any peeping eyes. By the time they reached the small haven, Tony's vision was already blurry with unshed tears. And they would remain unshed.
Stark men don't cry, boy.
His head wall pulled into Obie's broad chest, a hand smoothing out his hair affectionately. There were very few times Tony would allow himself to be coddled like this, treated like a child who needed comforting.
Stark men don't cry, boy.
He would not give in to this. Aldr- The alpha didn't want Tony? Fine. Tony didn't need him anyway. He had the whole world at his fingertips, all begging for a piece of him. That man was lucky to have the great Tony Stark as a bedmate, and if he wasn't satisfied? Well, neither was Tony. And sure he felt empty and hollow on the inside right now, but that was just a phase that would go away with prescription of alcohol and time.
(He would continue telling himself this years later as the gap continued to fill with yearning and hopelessness)
Stark men don't cry, boy.
"Tony, are you going to be alright?" He put on the most convincing smirk he could conjure up (which looked more like a grimace) and nodded.
"Yeah, let's go tell the wolves that the lamb's back in the field."