Blame the Golden Vapor (6/6)

[darklumi]

Title: Blame the Golden Vapor
Author: darklumi
Characters/Pairings: Steve/Tony, Coulson/Clint, Natasha/Pepper, hints of Thor/Jane
Rating: Nc-17 for Sex! Glorious sex!!
Disclaimer: All Marvels
Warnings: Alternate 616 universe with movie bits, Tony's trust/dad issues, hurt/comfort, and all around insanity of Avengers on a truth serum. 
Author's notes: i gots no beta! lol comments are love!!!!!! :D dont be afraid to point out nasty typos if you find any :)
>also sorry i didn't go into detail of Clint/Coulson's date! but hopefully i made up for it in the Steve/Tony scene ;)

Summary: The Avengers get doused with a golden vapor that makes them tell the truth. cue angst, humor, and some love people!


Tony had curled up into Steve's side, making sure the bigger man had wrapped his arm around his shoulder, when the rest of their company decided to join them. No one said anything of the fact Tony was leaning into Steve's heat, which was fine by the men in question. It seemed Pepper and Natasha might have briefed the other two not to say anything, however, it didn't stop Thor was making sidelong glances of longing, like he simply just wanted to hug the bejeezus out of them, which was good and all but while Steve could handle a mighty Thor hug, Tony was only human without the armor. Bruce's only recognition of them was a simple smile while Pepper winked blazingly and Natasha smirked.

They movie was popped in and they were able to finish it, most of the pizza, and half of a second movie before Clint made it home. While it was particular early, it only being nine fifteen, when the archer walked through the door, it was obvious the man was on cloud nine. Clint had a bounce in his step, his hair messily sexy and his lips a shiny red, shirt untucked and wrinkled, hell he was even missing a shoe. Those weren't cheap Tony thought as the blonde SHIELD agent fluttered onto the coffee table in front of everyone, in front of the TV, a dopey grin firmly in place.

"Good night?" Tony straightened and leaned forward.

"Yeah," was the breathly reply. The archer sighed heavily, eyes bright.

"Details man! Did you do the nasty?" Tony smirked. "Kind of looks like it from where I'm sitting."

"Tony!" Steve blushed considerably, which Tony found oddly amusing since not ten hours earlier the man had almost done the same deed in Tony's workshop, a place, Tony was sure men from the fourties would find fairily risque.

"So why are you home so early? Did something happen?" Pepper's worried voice spoke up, leave it to her to think of the worse, but then again she worked for Tony Stark, so it was justified.

"Magic happened." Was Clint's smooth dreamy reply.

"Do you think he's high or something?" Bruce mumbled quietly to the closest person who happened to be Thor, who also had no sense of secrecy and replied quite loudly.

"He is high on love, my friends! This is a most joyous occasion! Tell us, Clint, how did the night go?" Thor's face split with a huge grin and his eyes lighting up with a childish happiness and interest. He scooted forward in his seat, eager to hear what had transpired.

"It started off as a nightmare." Clint came back to himself, frowning a bit before he continued. "I was only allowed to leave SHILED grounds if I had five SHIELD agents escorting me and Phil. Which was a disaster because they couldn't fit in the car so we had to take the mini van." There was various groans of distaste.

"You can dress in leather chaps, have your body tatted up, look totally badass but once you sit in one of those it's like you automatically are wearing socks with sandles, have a hawaiian shirt on and be bald." Tony moaned. "Hell, even I wouldn't look cool in that car. My sympathies."

"Yeah so we missed the dinner reservations, a dog attacked me, and yet somehow," at this point Clint bouced in his seat and his voice dropped to a whisper, adding to the suspense, the others leaned forward. "Phil kissed me." Clint smiled, his pearly whites on display, cheeks rosey red, and eyes crinkled with delight. He looked like a kid on Christmas, with cookies, candy canes and hundred's of presents stacked a top of each other just for him. He looked the happiest any of the others had ever seen him.

"You get this exctited over a kiss. I'd hate to see how you reacted once you guys have sex." Natasha said, then smirked. "Don't get too excited you don't want to explode too early and ruin the surprise." The room errupted with laughter, jests and teases aimed at each other, giggles and chuckles bursting from bellies, and smiles on everyone's faces.

Tony had to wonder if this was what a family really felt like. There was more affection, happiness, and comfort from this one room than there had ever been when he was growing up. It was painstakingly different compared to the mansion where it was always full of bodies but no warmth to be found from a single one. Here though, surrounded with Bruce's quiet intelligence, Thor's contagious happiness, Clint's teases and jibes, Natasha's deadly protectiveness Pepper's motherly affection, Tony trully felt apart of something. Tony felt his shoulder being squeeze lightly, looking at the huge hand engulfing it he couldn't help but turn to look at the man who the hand belonged to. Steve's eyes held a question in them, one Tony vanquished away when he burried his face into the crevasse of shoulder and chest. Steve's arm tighted around him, love pouring from the simple gesture and Tony couldn't help but feel completely at home.

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It had been four months to the day when the Avengers had been blasted by a golden vapor in Dr. Richards lab, leaving them incapacitated and on locked down in the Avengers' Tower, a week where they had to suffer the annoying habits of each other, the Hulk, Tony's angst and the undeniably entertaining yet depressing truth of each other's pasts. However, it wasn't to be said that something good hadn't come from the sparkly gas, after the week had ended Clint and Coulson had gone on their second date, one that was much more private and hardly as disastorous as the first one had been. Their second date was followed by a third and a fourth until they were completely inseparable. Sometimes if one was lucky, or unlucky depending on your point of view, one might stumble upon the two in various states of dress around the SHILED grounds. Bruce had found a common ground with the Hulk, their deal was still unknown to anyone but to the two of them, but it wasn't unusual to see Bruce sport green hair now-a-days. Natasha and Pepper didn't change much, though one morning, the Avengers couldn't help but notice Natasha seemed in a very good mood, one where even with Clint accidently dumping jam on her lap had hardly affected it. Tony's theory was Pepper finally put out.

As for Steve and Tony they were happy as a bunch of clams. Their first date, after the week had ended, had gone spectacularly, and since then, they had been attached at the hip, literally. Though their relationship was moving slowly, a pace both of the men were comfortable with, it didn't stop Tony from slowly but surely moving Steve's stuff into his room. It had taken Steve awhile to figure out where all his clothes were disappearing off too, but soon realized where they were burried when he noticed Tony pull out one of his shirts and put it on. It was large for the engineer, drooping over one shoulder and Tony had to keep pushing the sleeves up to his elbows while he worked.

After that Steve had asked, "Why didn't you just tell me you wanted me to move in?"

Tony had just shrugged and smiled, for once, trully and utterly happy. Tony couldn't help but feel giddy whenever Steve entered the room, butterflies fluttering in his stomach, and his fingers and toes tingling. Steve had stuck to his word, when Tony would hog the blankets Steve would pull the smaller man to his chest and snuggle, or if Tony was having a night of insomnia Steve would stay up with him, drawing away while Tony drilled and hammered. The most important promise was, however, every morning Steve's first words would always be, "I love you," whether Tony was still in bed when Steve woke up or if Steve had to hunt the other man down.

However, while their relationship was going strong, they still had their ups and downs, and if there was one problem Tony had it was the fact they hadn't done it yet, you know, made love. Sure they had some pretty hot, and by hot Tony means scalding, make outs sessions with heavy, heavy petting. Tony loved how when Steve blushed it went from his cheeks down his neck to heat up his chest, or that Steve was actually particularly ticklish under his armpits, or how Steve's huge hand would encompass Tony's cock and stroke just right. Tony found that while Steve was a virgin, he made up for it with pure natural instinct, and he was really damn good at it. He could get Tony so hot and bothered with just kissing and pinching his nipples that Tony thought he was going to burst, he would become so desperate and wanton, that it made even him blush to think about it, even now, Tony could feel his cheeks heat up from thinking about Steve's hands and lips on his body. Sadly, as of now the farthest they had gotten was blowjobs. Tony couldn't remember a time ever when he wanted someone's cock up his ass so much after, Steve had unzipped his pants, and pulled out his monster cock out. Tony had licked his lips, dove right in, and while he was performing fellatio, he couldn't help but come up with some very detailed and deliciously hot sexual fantasies, that invovled the super soldier's cock.

First however, after Steve's penis had had it's grand appearance, while Steve would be away having meetings with Fury, Tony would take the time to go to his room and finger himself. Despite what rumors had been floating around the SHIELD grapevines, Tony was a virgin when it came to homosexual sex. Sure he had experiemented back in college, he was a pro at sucking cock, if he did say so himself, but that was where he drew the line and now he knew he had to mental and physically prepare for something as large as Steve's member entering him. He also had to find a way to convince Steve he was ready for the next step, seeing as it had only been four months since they confessed their feelings. Tony had no idea how this all went in a normal relationship, seeing as the only other serious one he had had was Pepper and that had failed, but he sure hoped it didn't mean Steve was going to wait until marriage or something. Tony knew his patience would run out by then.

So here he was, lying on his back, clothes still on and in various states of disorder, and a handy tube of lubrication by his side. Steve had left fifteen minutes ago, placing a kiss on Tony's lips, before grabbing his leather jacket and disappearing out the door. Tony had waited ten minutes to make sure he didn't come back, claiming to have forgotten something, before he wished everyone a good day, and said he was off to take a nap. Clint had looked at him suspiciously while Natasha smirked at him like she knew what he did behind closed doors, which she probably did. Not to let that little thought ruin the moment, he went to his bedroom, shut the door and grabbed the supplies from the bathroom. Sharing a bedroom and bathroom with Steve wasn't bad, however, when you were trying to hide something it became a little difficult. Tony had to tape the lube on top of the drawer so it was out of sight. Washing his hands, snatching the tube, which was alittle more than half way empty (he had found this stuff to be quite useful), from the counter before he laid out on the bed.

Steve's meetings with Fury didn't always last the same time, sometimes they were only thirty minutes other times they took up to two hours, because of this Tony knew Steve could return at any moment, and thus always kept his clothes partially on just in case. He would yank his shirt up to his armpits and his pants down to his knees so he had enough slack to stick his hand between his legs. He didn't know why he felt like he had to sneak around to do this, maybe it was because, while he really, really wanted to have sex with Steve, he was a little bit scared, it was a big step afterall. Tony sometimes he wanted Steve to enter the room while he had three fingers shoved up his ass, fucking himself, because then maybe Steve would get his butt into gear and remove his fingers and just ram his cock in but then Tony felt like Steve might have his feelings hurt and feel like he wasn't doing a good enough job, which was ridiculous becasue Steve was amazing. Either way, Tony didn't know how to bring up sex to Steve.

So until then Tony knew his fingers were just going to have to do the job. The billionaire closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing, he always got a little worked up from the whole secrecy of this activity. Slowly, he trailed his fingertips down his neck, gasping as they lowered to circle his left nipple. He hadn't known he had been so sensitive here until Steve had touched him, with women he felt it was always about them, but with Steve it was about them. So he imagied it was Steve delectably long fingers catching against his nipples, hardening under his touch. He played with his left nipple, slowly rubbing harder against the nub, pinching it, rolling it between his fingers, he shuddered and moaned. Biting his lip to keep quiet he switched to the other light pink peak, calmly he licked his fingers before swiping it over his nipple and blowing lightly over it, causing him to shiver and toss his head back further into the pillow. Tony wished Steve was here, so then he could suck the pink areola into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth over point. He could feel himself get harder at the thought, his penis growing heavy with blood, gazing down he could see it flushing a deep red and there was a little bit of pre-cum coming forth from the depths of the urethra.
Tony snatched the lube from his side, flipping it open he smeared some lube onto his hand before he grasped his cock. It was a familiar feeling, the weight, width, and length nothing compared to Steve's but impressive all the same. He stroked himself a few times, imaging Steve's hand engulfing it, rubbing his thumb under the head, before he would reached further and squeezed his lightly furred balls, rolling them in his hand a few times and pressing on the spot hidden behind the sack. He moaned louder, slapping his hand over his mouth, hopefully to muffle the sound. Tony hesitately removed his hand from his mouth to poor more slick on to his fingers, he could feel his heart racing, thinking of what was coming next as he reached down and rub his fingertip to the opening down below. He gazed up at the ceiling, as he got use to the feeling of his fingers, petting the sphincter, before he gradually eased one finger into himself. He whimpered lightly before he lifted his head enough to watch but he was unable to see his finger disappear into himself, despite his best efforts.

It was warm inside, as he worked his first finger all the way in, followed by a second, he could feel himself squeezing, molding to his fingers and he couldn't help but moan a little more. Closing his eyes, he tried to spread his legs further apart but was unable to do so with his pants caught around his knees, he could help but to slowly tilt his hips and lightly start to ease the fingers in and out of himself. He was so caught in the moment he didn't hear the door open, or shut quickly afterwards, hear the footsteps pad across the carpet, or feel the dip in the bed beside him. Tony was only brought back from the feeling of his fingers inside him from a warm palm closing around his thigh, rubbing very close to his hard swollen dick.

Tony's eyes shot open and seeing Steve's blues staring back was enough to scare the hell out of him. "Jesus Christ!" He yelped when he yanked his fingers from the depths of his ass and tried to cover himself up all the while trying to remain in some way dignified. Steve didn't remove his hand from Tony's thigh which made it particularly difficult to pull his pants back up. So Tony pulled the blanket and sheets over to cover his lap, it however, helped little as his erect member tented the fabric, leaving little to imagine. "What the hell are you doing home?"

"I think the better question is why you decided to do this without me?" Steve calmly removed the sheets from covering Tony's groin. Tony held his breath, laying there still, as Steve gazed down at his dick, hard, leaking, and glistening from the lubrication. "Or better yet why didn't you lock the door? Anyone could have walked in and seen you this way." The bigger man let his fingers graze the other man's prize, Tony whimpered, his hips thrusting into the touch.

"I-I thought you weren't suppose to be home for another," Tony looked at the clock on the bedside table, "another thirty minutes or so."

"I wasn't but Fury had to cut the meeting short when a bunch of agents decided it was a good idea to introduce Thor to a food fight in the cafetria." Steve smiled. "I'm guessing Thor dominated the battle."

"Of c-course he's an A-Avenger." Tony mumbled, shivering, hips still lightly lifting up and down as Steve's fingers trailed lightly up from the root of his penis to the very tip.

"And then I come home to find my boyfriend laid out on the bed, fingers up his behind." Steve continued and at this point his entire hand grasped Tony's penis, stroking torturously up and down. Tony groaned, eyes closed tightly at the pleasure of Steve's hand on him. "What's your story?"

"S-s-stop." Tony's hand shot down to hold the other man's still, taking shuddering breaths. "I can't think when you are doing that." Tony took a moment to calm himself down, taking deep breaths, his grip tightening on Steve's hand periodically. Then he turned his face into the pillow, away from Steve, and mumbled his reply. To a normal person with normal hearing they would have needed Tony to repeat what he said, Steve who had super hearing, heard every word but ask Tony to repeat all the same. "I didn't know how to bring it up. I wanted you to make lo-love to me so I was kind of preparing myself." At this point Tony turned to face Steve before he continued, "I mean that's no winkle-dinkle stick you got there."

Steve blushed. "Well, I wanted the moment to be special and romantic. That's why had something prepared for you two weeks from now."

Tony looked up and stared fondly at the blonde, he reached up with clean hand and held the spot where the curve of Steve's head met the slope of his neck, bringing the other's face down to his. "It's always special and romantic as long as I'm with you," Tony pressed his lips to Steve's, kissing him lightly before he broke away, "but I don't think I can wait another two weeks." Before kissing him again, all lips, tongue, and spit. It was messy but Tony loved every moment of it, the way Steve's tongue would shove into his mouth and tongue every nook and crany in his mouth, when he pulled away there was a trail of slivia connecting them before it broke apart when Steve's mouth continued it's journey down Tony's neck. The soldier nipped his way down, kissing and sucking all the skin he could reach, his expedition was, however, halted by the cloth of Tony's shirt, it was ripped off easily and Steve's mouth finally reached the pink nubs of Tony's nipples. Sucking one into his mouth, fiddling with the other, his faced highlighted by the glow of the arc reactor, Steve moaned around the flesh in his mouth and Tony couldn't help my groan loudly, scrabbling for purchase on Steve's shirt while also trying to pull it off. Steve pushed back, kneeling up, he pulled his shirt up and over his head before he threw it to the ground, his muscles rippling with the simple action. Tony couldn't help but whimper, Steve's chest was heaving, his beautiful physic pronouced with sharp lines and golden skin dusted with golden hairs. Tony bit his lip as Steve carefully tugged Tony pants and boxers down his long legs, leaving him completely naked and open to Steve's viewing.

"Are we doing this?" Tony whispered as Steve situated himself between his sprawled legs, each hand planted by his head, leaving him caged by Steve's body, the weight and heat pressing in on him. Tony could see there was a massive bulge in Steve's pants and the owner couldn't help but grind himself down onto Tony's naked erection. "Are we doing this? Please tell me we are..." Tony trailed off, gasping and whining at each grinding motion of Steve's hips, the smaller man reached up and ensnarled each huge wrist in his hands, squeezing.

"Yes we are," Steve growled into his ear, "I'm going to make long, sweet, love to you, Tony." He licked the curl of Tony's ear, sucking and nipping the lobe, he turned away and saw the tube of lube sitting innocently by Tony's naked hip, he turned back to the man panting beneath him. Tony's eyes were glazed with pleasure, the black of his eyes swallowing the brown, leaving a tiny sliver of a ring. Steve twisted his wrists from Tony's clutch, before taking ahold of them and placing them on his shoulders. "If you need to hold onto something, hold here." Tony nodded shakily, clutching tightly, while Steve snatched the lube up, he coated his fingers in the clear slick infront of Tony's eyes, before he snuck his wet hand down between Tony's legs and grasped his penis. He stroked the flesh a few times before the hand inched further back, his fingers sliding between the globes of Tony's ass, finally finding the treasure of Tony's hole. His fingers rubbed back and forth over the tightly furled opening, while he whispered into Tony's ear to distract him. "Next time, I will kiss every inch of you. This time is to take the edge off." His first finger slid in nicely, Tony whimpered, clasping to Steve's shoulders like a life line, his ass opening to Steve's touches. Steve moaned into the skin of Tony's neck, feeling his fingers, one by one disappear into the depths of Tony, the tight flesh would feel wonderful around his cock, swallowing him up like he was meant to be here.

Tony was a whimper, sobbing mess, begging for more. His hips thrusting down onto the meat of Steve's fingers, his cock throbbing between his legs, full and ready to explode. "Steve please...please!" Tony reached up and bit the muscle of Steve's shoulder, wishing there would be a lasting mark there later, but sadly it would have healed by the time they were finished. "I-I don't think I can la-last much longer. I'm going to come."

"Shh." Steve hushed, burry in his face into Tony's shiny black hair. "We'll get there, don't worry." His was three fingers in now, thrusting, and stretching the sphincter of Tony's hole, slowing his exploration, he noticed a tiny nub, he rubbed it lightly before jabbing it.

"Oh god! Right there, right there!" Tony screamed, back arching, thighs shaking, and Steve watched with wonder, before he pressed against the bundle of nerves again. Tony keened, his head rocked back, throat exposed while his nailes raked lines down Steve's back. "F-fuck yes!"

"What was that?" Steve questioned, amazement dripping from each word, as he spreading his fingers wide.

"Pr-prostate. A man's magic button." Tony gasped, sobbing, he burried his face back into the confinds of Steve's neck, nuzzling the skin. "Keep hitting that and I will be a happy very man." He grinned. "But I don't think I'll last very long. So hurry up."

"Maybe I want you to come." Steve grinned back, stroking once more to the prostate.

Tony's whole body shivered, toes curling, and a pretty red blush dusting his cheeks. Burrying his face further into Steve's neck, he whispered, "Not without you. Please?" He kissed the golden column. "I want you in me when I do." His reply was the removal of Steve's fingers, the rustle of fabric and belt hitting the floor, and the coolness of his slick covered prick, the tip tease his gaping hole, making him tremble, gasp and moan. The slide was easy when Steve sank into Tony's warmth, a snug, comforting feeling now wrapped all around his cock. It was a place he never wanted to leave and from the way Tony was squeezing him just so, then Tony didn't want to Steve to leave either. There was a moment where they didn't move, couldn't move in case them came to soon, they just panted against each other's skin, relishing in the moment of becoming one for the first time.

Tony cried out, his insides stretch to accommodate Steve's hard cock, whimpering when Steve didn't move. He could feel the tightness wound in Steve's back from not thrusting, pounding him into the mattress, he could feel the press of his balls against his ass, everything over sensitize from just having Steve with him, in him. "I'm ready, I'm ready."

"I'm not." Steve groaned. His armes encircled Tony's body, clutching him in his arms, he lifted his head from the bend of Tony's neck and shoulder, gazing down at the smaller man, the moment of sweetness between them as they kissed softly. "I love you, Tony. So much."

"I love you too." Tony smiled, it briefly flickered away when Steve made the first buck of his hips, Tony's brows furrowed with pleasure as his eyes slipped closed, cherishing the feel of Steve inside him. The thrusting soon built up, becoming wild and intense, with cries and groans of pleasure filling the room, and the slapping of skin against skin. Steve's hard cock would grind deep and true into Tony's prostate, igniting pure pleasure up the spine of Tony, who had swung his legs up onto Steve's gyrating hips.

"Yes," Tony would hiss, nails digging into tan skin, "oh god! Harder!"

And Steve would answer, "Tony, you feel so good. So tight."

They made love like they fought, passion filled and love pouring from their bodies, sweat and slick, mixing, making their skin shimmer, they panted into each other mouths, gazing into the other's eyes, lust and love swimming in the colors of their eyes. The light shining from the reactor hid the flaws on Tony body, but brought his beauty into clear focus before Steve's eyes. They reached apex of pleasure together, backs arching, hips meeting as Tony washed their bodies with his come, crying out as Steve made his final thrust, filling and coating the canal of Tony's insides. They stayed one as they came down from their high, shivering, gasping, touching each other. Tony had finally removed his hands from the death grip on Steve's shoulders, curling his fingers into the golden spun hair, while Steve's hands slide down the thighs of the smaller man, running up and down the man's flanks. For a moment they stayed this way, together, as their skin began to cool.

Tony whined, ass clenching down on Steve's softened member when he removed himself from Tony's heat. The blonde apologized quietly before he bundled the other man into his arms, white linen covering their sweat coated bodies. Tony's head rested on the wide stretch of Steve's chest, fingers curling in the light dusted hair there, nuzzling the skin and kissing it gently while Steve carded his fingers through sweating hair upon Tony's head.

"I love you Steve, thanks for putting up with me." Tony murmured tiredly into wet skin. He didn't hear Steve's reply but he knew he said the three wonderful words back, Tony drifted alseep with the sound of Steve's pounding heart and the warmth generating from his body. Feeling content and loved in the cradle of Steve's arms.

The End!

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