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Tony was messing around on his tablet as another dumbbutt ("Board member" a little Pepper said in his head) tried to talk about sales revenue and target markets. It was all ridiculously boring, and in actual fact Pepper's presence would have been far better here than Tony's. The petite strawberry blonde was taking a small trip, requested by Tony himself. In all honesty, that woman deserves far more than what Tony is paying for her. If he could, he would marry her, but they both know that they are better suited as friends. A relationship...Blue eyes and soft blonde hair caused him to inwardly flush. It has already been a week since he had last seen the stranger, and since then Tony has been swamped by work. That husky voice... The hungry mouth that latched onto his neck...
"Hey, this is unusual, last one out of the room." A voice called from the doorway, and Tony snapped his head around. Strange, Bruce never comes to the company, he's usually locked up in his own lab. Standing up, Tony walked over to give a bro hug. As they walked to a cafe, they were sharing information on new research and schematics. It was always easy to talk with Bruce, and after being introduced by *cring* Fury, they became Science Bros.
"It's been a while," Tony said as he drank his coffee and savoured the strong taste. "And here I thought you forgot about your brother from another mother." Bruce watched him, sipping his Matcha green tea and biting into the crossiant before speaking.
"I was pretty sure I dragged up a lump that looked like you back to the tower last week." Ah. Tony did remember that, barely. After waking up to harsh sunlight, the found himself alone and clothes neatly folded on a chair. There was no note, and no phone number. Hell, Tony didn't even know the guy's name. It was obvious to Tony that the blonde treated it as a one-night stand. Somehow it bothered Tony to no end. As far as his reputation goes, it was usually him emphasizing the "no strings attached" concept to his bed partner. Something poked his arm and Tony focused back on Bruce again.
"You didn't hear what I said, did you?"
"Yes I did."
"Well then, what's your opinion then?"
"...I hate you." They both grinned at each other, and fell back into easy conversation. Tony forcefully put memories of last week to the back of his mind. It was no use really trying to chase someone that didn't want you back. As they both left the cafe he felt as though a pair of eyes were digging holes in his back. 'Damn reporters,' Tony thought. 'No sense of privacy whatsoever."
"You know, according to anime vampires are supposed to look cool and aloof. Right now you're doing neither." Steve tore his eyes away from the scene and looked at Bucky. It did occur to Steve that spying on somebody without a reasonable objective was not very professional, however this was not a normal situation at all.
It had been a week.
A week.
Seven days of nothing. And it was killing him.
After getting sick of waiting, Steve decided to find his mate for himself, and looking at the way he dug his fingers into the metal park bench Steve was clearly not pleased with what he is seeing. Releasing the now twisted bit of metal, he turned to his friend, expecting some corny jokes and teasing, but it didn't come. Looking at Bucky's face there was something serious that needed to be discussed. Bucky motioned to move elsewhere, but Steve cast a look back at the cafe, rage building seeing the his mate so happy in another's company. Seeing that Steve wasn't moving, Bucky started to talk in a half-whisper.
"You're supposed to wait you know. Did you even realise what you have done? No one ever makes a Contract during the first year of turning, and here you go off and make one not even after six months! After meeting Nat, I waited three fucking years before I brought the idea up, and it took another month for her to agree! What will happen when yours find out? Huh? Binding themselves to you without consent is illegal! If anyone ever finds out that this was completely non-con, you're gonna get staked!" Steve was at his limit by now, just as he saw Tony give a cheeky grin to another man and snapped.
"I KNOW! I know...I just..." As he saw the two males walk out, a part of him was relieved that there were no points of contact made, but another was screaming to go over and snatch his Tony back. It was obvious that he could snap the other man in two easily. "I felt something for him, and don't you dare scoff at me because I'm not some blushing virgin. I know what I was doing, and I know that he wants me too." Steve already knew that he wasn't going to convince Bucky. Tony was human, and a do-gooder in his own twisted way, being a superhero and all-
Wait.
That's it.
"Shit Steve, whatever you're thinking right now, stop," Bucky said carefully. "You're making that face again, the I-have-a-plan-and-it's-brilliant face which usually leads to the fuck-up-and-die situations. Just stop while I'm ahead here." Steve smiled, and simply walked off, practically whistling as a confused Bucky came into synchronised motion with his steps. Tony just didn't realise the bond that they now have, and in Steve's opinion he just needed a little push before he had the genius by both his heart and soul.
No stupid legal system was going to stop him.
It was no secret that Tony Stark was Iron Man. After creating the Avengers consisting of Hulk, Hawkeye, Black Widow and (sometimes) Thor, SHIELD had made it blatantly obvious that they were trying to squeeze some extra cash from him. Tony was no fool, and (courtesy of Pepper) managed to make sure that SHIELD never got a cent without his approval. There was something about Fury that just annoyed Tony. Wanted to make the one-eye twitch with frustration. And he was planning on ways to do so as he walked to the meeting room on the Helicarrier. Fury called Avengers Assemble, and Tony was a good 45 minutes late as he leisurely strolled in.
Any words he was going to say died in his throat as he saw a blue clad figure seated in his chair.
"Ah, so nice of you to join us, Stark," Fury sounded way too amused he wanted to punch the guy. "As I have said, we have a new member joining you on the team, and due to his military experience he will now be leading to the Avengers. Steve?" At Fury's smug look (or as smug as a pokerface can make it) the blue figure stood up, cowl covering half his face as he opened his moutht to speak. Just hearing that voice sent shivers down his spine.
"Hi," He said flashing pearly white teeth. "Nice to meet you all. I'm Steve Rogers...Captain America."
Tony is so screwed.
Didn't take long for Bucky to figure out what Steve's ultimate plan was. He watched surprised as Steve pulled out the suit, in perfect condition. As Steve started to slide the material over him, he heard Bucky's protests.
"This is ridiculous!" Bucky said as he started pacing. "What is going through your head? You think you can just waltz in after disappearing in ice for so long! Everyone thinks you're dead! Well, more dead than you are now," Steve growled at him and Bucky threw his hands up to reassure him. "Don't worry, I'll still have your back, I'm just trying to see how this will work. So, everyone will believe it's the Serum in your blood that has kept you alive for so long." Steve nodded his head as he finally lifted the cowl over his head, covering his blonde hair. There was a sense of nostalgia, putting it back on for so long.
"And with your extra abilities they'll just believe that it's the Serum? Actually, I realise now that this could possibly work. Any Abnormalities can be completely blamed on the Serum." Steve gave Bucky a look that basically said you just figured that out? As Steve slipped on the red leather boots, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Going through another epiphany?" Steve joked as he made for the door, grabbing his shield.
"Nat will know the minute you walk in." The serious tone caused Steve to pause in the doorway, before replying.
"I'm pretty sure I can trust Nat." And with that he walked out, photocameras already out taking pictures of the national american icon walking down the street. Bucky sighed as he watched from the window, scoffing at the lost look Steve had on his face and people in combat gear running up to him and ushering him into a suspicious white van. Sometimes Bucky thought that Steve was too manipulative for his own good, playing people into his hand so easily. Flipping his phone open, he hit "1" and waited.
"Hello?" The voice purred.
"Steve is out." He waited as his beloved took in the words.
"How long?"
"Just got picked up by your men about 10 minutes ago, just...please take care of him?"
"For you, always." And hung up. Bucky smiled as he tucked his phone away. 'Why must you do these things Steve?' He thought to himself.
Clearly someone up in the sky past the space junk decided they had a sense of humour. Howard had spent so much time and money on finding this man, that Tony was slow to believe it. There was nothing in the ice, no shield or scrap of a star spangled suit was what the newspapers read. Since Tony and the Press never had a great relationship to begin with, Tony hacked SHIELD's database. Not surprisingly, they had found the remains of the plane, but what they found was peculiar. Or, more accurately, what they didn't find. There were no bodies on the plane, no physical evidence that Captain America was there in the first place.
He can't have just...Jumped up and left did he?
However Tony was snapped out of his thoughts as a strangely familiar hand landed on his shoulder. Being the masochist he is, he turned to look at cool blue eyes. 'That colour,' Tony thought to himself. 'It looks like him...'
"Are you listening to me Stark?" The commanding voice jolted Tony. Quickly composing himself, he jutted his chin out.
"I'm sorry mon capitan, but normal folk that don't have serum induced bones need some space to...Everyone's gone? Why didn't you say anything? Oh~ Do board rooms flip your switch? Well I didn't really know Captain America swung that way but hey I'm open to stuff like this-" Tony banged his head against the metal wall. Hard. Firm hands pushed his shoulders into the wall as a pair of lips ghosted over his right ear lobe. Tony bit back a moan as he felt teeth mouth the sensitive skin.
"You don't remember me? I guess I will just have to remind you." Tony shivered from the cold air caressing his skin bit by bit as the Captain slowly removed his tie and undid the dress shirt. Getting impatient, Tony tried to lift it up over his shoulders, only to have his wrists pinned above his head.
"If we are doing this," Steve muttered into his neck. "Then we are doing this my way. Are we clear soldier?" Tony wanted to protest, to yell loudly that he wasn't a soldier, that he didn't take orders from anyone. However as he opened his mouth his tongue tasted fabric as Steve stuffed the tie in, effectively silencing him. As bad as it was, Tony could feel his cock stirring in his pants, and bucked his hips to rub against Steve's own clothed erection. Moaning, Steve opened Tony's zipper and fully removed his pants, wrapping his fingers around Tony's in a familiar grip. Tony gasped around the makeshift gag, lust-filled eyes staring at the Captain. Waiting.
Steve liked Tony like this. Open and pleading underneath him, ready and wanting to be taken. Not the snarky young man that made it his job to try and annoy everyone to no end. It was obvious to Steve that Tony was used to being like this around everyone, and he was still trying to figure out why he is like that. Seeing Tony with the other man earlier ("Bruce Banner." He said as they shook hands, slightly wincing at Steve's strong grip) showed that the Tony Stark that everyone knew was a lie, or at least a half-truth. Pulling back, Steve paused to look at his handy work. He still had a gloved hand clasped firmly over Tony's hands above his head. Completely naked, Steve noticed the slightly parted legs and the dripping hardness between. Taking in his quivering form, Steve gave a feral smile.
"Why Tony," He breathed delighting in the full body jerk. "You seem far more sensitive than last time we met. Now why is that?" As Steve spoke, he trailed one hand lightly over a tanned thigh, slowly making his way upwards and completely ignoring the obvious hard-on. "Is it because of the room? Do you like the idea of people watching you? Or is it..." Steve shifted forward to grind his clothed erection against Tony, who gave a loud muffled gasp and bucked into the contact. "...Because of me? The idea of Captain America, the National Icon filled to the brim with patriotism, fucking you?" Tony whimpered as Steve plucked the belt off the floor, binding Tony's wrists together. Tilting the dark head up and removing the gag, Steve slanted his mouth over Tony's savouring the taste as he explored the hot cavern. Steve freed his own hardness, moaning as it rubbed against the other dark head, oozing precome. Replacing the gag, Steve trailed feather light kisses down the lean torso and dipping his tongue in the belly button. Steve kneeled, coming eye-to-eye with Tony's erection. The billionaire moaned with surprise when Steve's hands slid to grip Tony's ass and lifted, causing him to curl his back against the wall for balance. Steve now had a nice view of Tony's hole, and teasingly probbed the entrance with his tongue, resulting in another muffled moan and incoherent curses.
Steve continued to swirl his tongue around the entrance, occasionally dipping into the puckered hole until he again felt Tony tense up. Standing up, Steve quickly poured lube over his fingers and did a quick preparation, carefully avoiding the sweet spot against Tony's groans of frustration. Pulling out his fingers, he quickly applied lube to his own hard-on before slamming into the wet heat. Both groaned at the sudden action, and Steve did not waste time. He pounded mercilessly into the billionaire, each thrust pressing against the bundle of nerves. Tony was practically screaming through the gag, Steve leaving hickeys all over the smooth skin before sucking a large one on his throat, aware of his sharp teeth. Toned legs wrapped around Steve's hips as he drove deeper, moaning at the tightness and heat. He was drowning in the scent of Tony, and as he came closer to his climax Steve licked a long stripe of Tony's neck, feeling the moan travel all the way down.
Steve couldn't take it anymore.
Sinking his fangs into the soft neck, Steve shortened his thrusts, speeding up until Tony was clamping down on his cock with a long muffled shout as they both came. Steve lapped up the blood, pulling his mouth away and watching a dark crimson drop slide down before sucking it up. Tony slumped against the wall, legs still wrapped around his hips and cock buried deep inside. Shaky fingers traced the cowl, before lifting it off from Steve's head. Hazed eyes took in Steve's face, sparking recognition.
"H-hey," Tony said weakly. "You're from that-" Before he could say anymore Steve took his mouth in another mind-numbing kiss to distract him. Talk about it later the kiss seemed to say, and Tony understood when they pulled apart, choosing to nestle his head in the crook of Steve's neck. He moaned when Steve slowly pulled out, and zipped himself back up. The tie was a lost cause, so Tony simply put on the shirt and pants only. They left the room at separate times because Steve insisted, even though Tony kept saying that SHIELD (and therefore Fury) would have already seen them going at it anyways. It was a long day, and Tony was needed back at the company and Steve was due for some History lessons.
They later found out that due to a startled Clint happening to peek throught he vents, all meetings that were designated to that room moved elsewhere. it made sense since Steve did wonder why no one walked in on them at all. However, Clint can't seem to keep his mouth shut and soon the pair were faced with the whole team, arms crossed and looking at them.
"THIS IS A JOYOUS OCCASION OF OUR BRETHREN! COME! LET US CELEBRATE!" Thor boomed.
"Heh, I don't care what you do, as long as I don't have to wash my eyes out with bleach." Clint shrugged.
"Whatever makes you happy." And Bruce smiled, causing Steve to push down the warning growl in his throat.
"...Don't let it get in our way." And Steve shifted his gaze to Natasha, or Nat. The look she was giving him spoke loudly in his mind. When everyone is gone, the Natasha character in his head said. We are going to have a nice little chat.
It was one of those rare times that Steve actually felt intimidated by a human, and all he could do was nod slightly to agree.