A Hero's Savior
The plane ride over was way too long, and Tony was restless. The time allowed him to be almost completely sober when they landed, but it didn't keep his hands and lips from roaming, teasing and nearing the Captain to the brink of madness by the time they got to their room.
Everything looked so soft and lush, champagne chilled in a sweating bucket, candles giving the place a gentle glow. Neither of them took much time to notice.
Steve, already flushed and desperate, immediately slammed the door, lifted Tony into his arms and shoved him against it, forging their lips together and demanding entrance to his mouth. Tony allowed it, moaning softly into the kiss and grabbing onto him, getting closer to him, the thin layers of clothing keeping their skin from touching infuriating to the both of them. Tongues tangled and danced together fluidly, finding a rhythm.
Tony's fingers found their way into Steve's hair, tugging softly. Steve moaned quietly, tightening his grip on his hips. The billionaire's hands slipped down to the buttons of Steve's shirt, exposing just a bit of skin before running into yet another barrier in the form of his undershirt. He grunted in frustration.
"You know, I think this is supposed to be much easier than you're making it," he said breathlessly, forgiving everything when Steve's lips moved to his neck, tasting him just so, making his eyes flutter closed and his voice dwindle to a soft whimper. Steve smiled, smug, happily being the only person alive that could shut Tony Stark up.
He took him from the wall and moved to the bed, carefully setting him on the mattress. He straightened up, ripping off his shirt to save him time before dropping to his knees and unbuttoning Tony's.
Tony's hands immediately went to his back, snaking over his flesh, watching a blush rise to his cheeks and his chest, kneading and kissing what he could reach.
Steve mouthed over his collarbone, down his chest, around the reactor, lost in him. It took some time to realize that Tony had stopped breathing.
He looked up. Immediate concern reaching his eyes. "Tony?" He straightened up, waiting for his husband to look at him.
"Sorry," he said softly, eyes still away from him. "You'd figured I'd be used to all this," he gestured to his body. Steve saw the scars then, fresh and pink, some puckered, others clean. Some would disappear with time and others... "by now. But, um, but I'm not. And the last time we did this it was a lot darker."
Last time. Last time was months ago in Tony's car, the lab black other than the circle of light in his chest. So dark he hadn't seen these before, not since they'd been fresh, bandaged and stitched by Bruce. He hadn't realized until now that he honestly hadn't seen Tony in less than a t-shirt since it happened.
"Tony, have…have you been trying to keep this from me?" He asked softly, tone free of accusation.
"I guess so," he said, chuckling ruefully.
"Damn it, Tony, why?" He asked, still gentle.
"To keep that look off your face," he said pointedly, wanting to shrink into himself and hide his body yet again. "I don't like being reminded of-of that every day, but it's a part of me. You, on the other hand, don't have to be. So why should I put you through that?"
"Because I'm your husband, Tony. We're supposed to share this kind of thing with each other. For better or worse, right?" He implored. He cautiously spread his hands onto his skin, thumb smoothing over the pinked flesh. Tony winced. "This doesn't make you ugly, o-or a reminder of pain, Tony. This makes me remember how brave you are, how strong you are, and even though you won't say it, how much you need someone to be here for you." He caught his cheek in his palm, guiding him to a kiss. "Now I believe I was promised an old-fashioned wedding night?" He smiled at him, that small dimpled grin that he couldn't help but reciprocate every time.
"Is that your old-fashioned or my old-fashioned, 'cause I'm pretty sure my kind of old-fashioned is your present," he smirked. Steve rolled his eyes.
"Shut up and kiss me." He obliged immediately, sighing when Steve's arms wrapped around him, his soft flesh touching his own, so warm and inviting. His lips went to his neck, kissing deeply and tugging his shirt off completely. Tony caught his mouth, stealing a kiss and his breath, pulling him closer, combing his fingers through his hair. Steve brought himself to the edge of the bed, between Tony's legs and cradling his cheeks, kissing softly, gingerly.
Tony ripped open Steve's pants, roughly raking his hands over his hips before sliding open palms back behind him, squeezing the firm flesh that resided there. Steve keened, rocking into him, falling forward so the genius was beneath him.
"I will never get over how fuckin' beautiful you are," he breathed, mouth beside his ear, nipping at his lobe to feel him shiver in his hands.
"Amazing what a bottle can do, huh?" He joked, breathless.
"I meant everywhere, not just this," he thumbed his skin again, pressing almost sloppy kisses to his jaw and just behind his ear. "Inside, outside, everywhere." His hand slipped around front, palming him through his underwear. His breath stuttered, hips twitching again.
"Stop talking and do something about it!" He growled, an edge of desperation in his tone. Steve shimmied and worked his way out of his slacks, tugging Tony's open and quite literally tearing them off of him.
"Those were Armani," Tony remarked.
"They were also in the way."
Steve kissed absolutely everywhere he could reach, finally naked with his equally bare husband pressed against him, lying on sheets softer than anything he'd ever felt in his life. His fingers skimmed over his thighs, working further inward and gently spreading his legs.
"This okay?" He whispered, looking up at him. Tony nodded, voice caught somewhere in his throat, arousal winning out over any fear that might be present. "I'm here, I've got you, and I want you."
"Right here, ready and waiting," he whispered, smiling. Steve grinned, kissing him again, lips moving down his chest, sinking further.
Tony's body tensed, a moan escaping his lips. His back arched, hands clamoring for something to hold onto and finding them fisted in Steve's hair, urging, tugging and stroking. Steve sucked harder, fingers touching him ever-so-gently. Tony opened his legs wider, inviting, a low whine in his throat. "Steve!"
"Right here, baby. Shh…" Steve worked slowly, dragging out each movement to make him writhe and moan, fingers working lower, slicked from a bottle he'd taken from the table beside the bed. He felt Tony's hands clench and unclench in his hair, tugging and desperate. His eyes rose, lips still wrapped around him, tongue teasing him, watching him.
He was lost, all sweat and whimpers and pleases. Constant mantras of Steve's name coupled with gasps for air. Open, trusting Steve with every inch of him, with his heart right there for him to reach, mapped out by the circle of light in his chest.
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, Steve. Don't make me afraid again. I can't take it….
"Hey," soft lips on his, bringing him out of his daze. "It's okay."
"I'm fine," he assured, smiling. Steve kissed him again, holding him.
"Then why are you shaking?"
"Anticipation?" He offered. He took a breath, noting Steve's expression. "Look, it's a lot to take in at the moment. I could lie to you and tell you I'm back in the swing of things, but I'm not. It, it's almost too much, you know? And…and last time was a little more intimate than this."
"We could get in the closet," Steve grinned. Tony smiled back. "Or, we could just take it slow. Really slow." He nodded, swallowing hard.
"Yeah, that sounds…I'd like that."
Steve kissed him for what felt like years, so gentle and soft. He kissed his neck, up and under his jawline, his hands working slowly over him, just barely caressing his skin. "I've got you. I'm right here." His arms wrapped around him, holding him close. Tony's wrists locked around his neck, allowing him to part his legs again. He caught his lips, kissing him deeply.
"This okay?" Steve breathed, forehead pressed against his. Tony nodded, smiling nervously.
"Hell yeah," he chuckled. "Besides, if we don't consummate the marriage the villagers will riot and the king might get overthrown." Steve laughed with him, nuzzling their noses together. "And it does help that you're the hottest thing I've ever seen." They kissed again, Tony relaxing in Steve's arms, breathing slowly.
"You're the most handsome fella I've seen, so we're even," Steve smiled. Tony grinned endearingly.
"You're such a dork."
Steve's fingers laced in his, still kissing so softly to keep his mind as well as his body with him, as he slowly edged forward, his free hand on Tony's cheek, shushing him gently.
Tony's eyes rolled shut, moaning softly, exposing his neck to the captain and smirked when he took advantage of the position. A barrage of images were trying to break through, hurtling themselves at the wall of the all-consuming "STEVE" to hurt him, to falter him. And this time it wasn't gonna work. Not on his honeymoon.
"Yes…" He breathed. "More." Steve rolled his hips, eliciting a gasp from the man beneath him, and stilled, smiling coyly. Tony grunted in frustration.
"Think you're cute, huh?"
"You tell me I'm cute all the time."
"Don't toy with me, Rogers," he warned, staring up at him. "I'm rich and powerful, remember?"
"I don't care," he smiled, smug. "And it's Stark."
Tony was cut off by him moving again, his hands clenching his shoulders, groaning. "Whatever you –oh shit- say." Steve's arm slipped underneath him, hugging him to him, watching his expression with awe. The sheer knowledge of "I'm doing that" enough to hurry his thrusting again. Tony moaned again, eyes opening and a grin spreading across his cheeks. "See something you like?"
Steve's eyes darkened, sending a shiver through the billionaire as he dipped to kiss him, rolling harder and deeper. Tony kept their lips sealed together, absolutely engulfed in him. His skin and the light scent of sweat flooded his senses, soft skin and taut muscles hot under his hands. Nothing else existed and nothing else needed to. Finally, Steve broke the kiss, the hunger still blazing in his eyes. "I think I do," he growled.
"God, you're hot."
Steve watched Tony fall apart beneath him, so utterly lost, wanting and accepting Steve's touches. He arched into his hands while they traveled down his torso. He gasped, and even smiled a little, when Steve's hand wrapped around him, moan low and deep in his throat this time. "Fuck, Steve…"
Steve was still nervous when it came to this part. He wasn't as well practiced as he'd like to be and he still felt as if he wasn't doing something right, or not moving fast enough or well enough. Touching Tony here made him feel so utterly self-conscious it was stifling.
"Keep goin', baby," Tony urged, touching his arm, whether he sensed his anxiety or not left a mystery. "Feels so good, Steve. Feels so fucking good, oh my god…" Mystery solved.
Steve stroked in a separate rhythm of his thrusts, taking the extra time to tease him, somehow coherent in his own haze of pleasure to do so. "Tony," he breathed.
His hands slid up his chest, eyes open now, watching his powerful body moved so slick and gorgeous. He tweaked his nipples, listening to the gasps that burst out of his swollen lips, legs wrapped tight around his waist and squeezing harder. "Come on, babe, please," he urged.
Steve altered his position, sitting up more and lifting Tony's hips, snapping his own into him, hard, the sound echoing through the room along with their whimpers, grunts and moans as their bodies responded.
"Me too, oh Christ, yes!" He spilled over Steve's hands, white dotted behind his eyes, hands scrambling for something to hold onto, urging him to his own release while he rode out his own.
"T-Tony, I- Oh, shit!"
Steve leaned back against Tony's chest in the tub, looking up at him, smiling softly. "What?" Tony smiled back, moving the wet pieces of his hair from his face.
"I'm just really happy," he remarked, blushing now. Tony kissed his cheek, holding him to him.
"Me too," he grinned.
Now, finally, everything could be put behind them.
"It didn't work?"
"No. Our allies were killed."
He hung his head, growling in frustration. "Can't find good help these days, can we?" He snarled.
"Shut up!" He spat, still not facing the other. He sighed, rubbing his temple. "Well, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself, don't you?" He grinned.
"What are you suggesting, sir?"
"We're going to earth." He took a vial from his pocket, twirling it in his fingers. "And this time weakening them won't be so tedious."
A/N: THANK YOU! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthan kyouthankyou ALL so much for putting up with my slow updating and being so genuinely awesome for reading this. I love each and every one of you so much! And yes, there will be a sequel. You're all beautiful and God bless!