A Place of Refuge (3/?)
Title: A Place of Refuge
Author: darklumi
Characters/Pairings: Steve/Thor/Bruce/Tony, Clint & Natasha, brief mention of Happy/Pepper
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All Marvels! :P
Warnings: AU!Movie/616 Verse, Alpha/Omega verse, masturbation i guess
Author's Notes: No beta, so I apologize for all the errors you may encounter! Btw, Comments are love! ;)
Prompt Fill: http://avengerkink.livejournal.com/4305.html?thread=3083729#t3083729
Art: by the wonderful angel_inoshi check it out here: http://angel-inoshi.livejournal.com/30081.html
Summary: There were arms wrapped around him, cradling him to a warm, solid chest, which Tony found odd because he had gone to bed alone like always.
There were arms wrapped around him, cradling him to a warm, solid chest, which Tony found odd because he had gone to bed alone like always. Was it a dream? It had to be. There was no way this could real; it simply wasn't possible because he would always be isolated, but here he was, leaning back into heated flesh. He could feel the other's heart beat pounding against his back and the man's moist breath against his ear, but for some reason unfathomable to Tony, he couldn't gather up the energy to open his eyes.
Tony was startled when another set of lips found his, soft and demanding, tongue claiming entrance into Tony's mouth; the other's tongue slid in, seeking and tasting, skimming every nook and cranny. Tony moaned, allowing his wet cavern to be ravished with every wicked caress the appendage possessed, but the other broke away, breathing heavily unto Tony's damp lips. Tony tried to lean forward, seeking more, but he was held back against the chest, a growl, menacing and deep, errupted from chest behind him, snarling at the other male.
An animal-like sound, just as deep and powerful as the first, answered back and Tony couldn't help but spread his legs wide and reveal his neck to them. It seemed to placate the Alphas, the one behind him sniffing his neck with abandon, before bitting into the trapezius, sucking, he let go and licked the blood that began to seep from the marking. The other clawed his nails down Tony's thigh, grasping and yanking Tony down to lay eveningly between them.
Through out this, Tony couldn't help but feel like something was missing. He didn't know what it was until a third pair of hands joined the exploration of his lithe form. This pair of hands were soft, only the pads of his fingers had any calluses, and while he was hesitant to join, once he did, however, he devoured all the flesh he could touch. Fingers gentle but palms heavy as they gripped at the meat of Tony's thigh, teasingly close to Tony's pulsating sex.
Tony was helpless, completely helpless to their touch. His senses were beginning to become overpowered with pleasure, he couldn't see so his hearing became clearer, his sense of smell stronger, and every touch was like adding gasoline to a burning fire, it felt so good it almost hurt. His loins ached, his full penis throbbing, and all he wanted was to be used completely. Tony wanted one of the Alphas to stuff him with their fingers, stretch him wide, and fill him with something better. He was a writhing mess, glistening with perspiration, shivering with lust, and begging to be full.
Tony whimpered when one finally touched his manhood, another's finger grazing-soft against his opening, and the last breathed heavily against his ear, "Mine."
Tony woke feeling feverish, his skin wet and clamy, and the sheets partially soaked from the sweat pouring from his body. He shivered, feeling dizzy, and sick, and horny. Tony couldn't help but notice he was rubbing his half hard cock into the linen beneath him, gasping, he hips continued to roll, grinding into the soft fabric.
"No, no, no, no, no...." Tony whimpered, he couldn't be going into his Heat now. "Oh god, please not now." Inhaling shakily, he looked around, it was still dark in his bedroom, the clock on the bedside table read 4:21 am, and there was cool air still drifting in from the vents but did nothing to ease his heated skin.
Tony's arms reached up under his pillow, seaking for anything that had a pleasant chill so he could press it against his flesh, he found it with the headboard. The wood was wonderfully cold, solid, and would be prefect to flatten against. If only he could find the leverage to pull himself up, but sadly, his fingers were too weak, and his body refused to work other than hump against the white blankets. His hips rolled, ass muscles flexing with each downward thrust, his half flaccid penis slowly and steadily filling with blood and becoming hard.
Tony wanted to reach back and work himself open. He wanted to reach around, stick a finger inside, and find the small bump hidden within his back entrance, but he couldn't find the momentum to do so. Tony wanted his muscles to tense, his toes to curl, and his body to sing. The more desperate he got for completion the more helpless he got to doing something about it, he could do nothing more but let his need take control over his body, hoping it would end soon.
The lithe man's fingers tangled into the loose bedsheets, grasping desperately, as his Heat began it's cycle. He burried his face into fabric, his legs spreading wider and gaining leverage with his knees to thrust away. The cream material felt nice, he couldn't help but whimper when ever the softness brushed against his full cock, or moan at how wonderful they felt against his flushed skin. However, it was starting to become washed out as a painful ache in his loins started to make it's presence known. Tony grinded harder, faster, starting to lose control of his pelvis as the pleasure and the pulsating ache wove with one another, taking him higher, closer to the apex of sensual gratification.
Tony cried out, hips stuttering, and cum splattering across the white spread. His hips slowed to a stop, finally resting in the pool of cum he had just ejaculated. He didn't care if he laid in his own cum, he didn't care that he was left biting his lips to keep from crying, he just didn't care.
When he finally found the energy to rise, he did so, heading to the bathroom and rinsing himself off. Tony cranked the nozzle all the way to left and steam began to ascend. Entering the large cubicle, he stood in the shower for a moment, staring at his flaccid penis, knowing this was only the beginning to what would become more unbearable. His Heat usually lasted a full week but the needs unwaveringly got worse, to where they accumulated before finally and thankfully dwindled back down. The fourth day of his Heat was the worse, it was the day he didn't look forward to the most. It was the day he was left begging, writhing, and completely unsatisfied. It was the day the sheets would be not only wet with sweat, cum, and spit, but also the lubrication that leaked from his ass. Fingers didn't help, dildos didn't help, nothing helped because the one thing that could satisfy an Omega in heat was an Alpha, which was completely out of the question. Sometimes Tony was tempted to seek one out, to fulfill his needs, but there was also the possibility they wouldn't let him go. So, Tony was left alone in his bedroom until the Heat finally lessened and he wasn't as excruciatingly desperate for cock.
Tony shut off the valve, grabbed a towel, and started to dry off his body. He wipped himself off with efficient strokes but took delicate care with his privates, not wanting to excite himself for another round. Once he was completely dry, he wrapped the towel around his hips before opening the window cabinet, snatching the O-Pill bottle. Tony froze. It felt empty and he didn't hear any tablets tinkering around inside when he snagged it from the self. The container dropped from suddenly limp fingers, it bounced down by his feet, sounding hollow, before it rolled away under the toilet. He fell to his knees, ignoring the stab of pain it caused, as he forced him self to breath, stuttering inhalations, and ragged exhales, he crawled after the bottle.
He grabbed it and tried desperately to open it, fumbling with the cap. "Come on, come on!" Tony choked, after a few struggles he managed to get it open, tipping it over and half expecting a tablet to fall into his palm. Nothing. "Shit." Tony chucked the plastic bottle, wirled around, and raced out the exit. His bedroom door opened with a bang, probably disturbing the other occupants of the house, but Tony didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the spare bottle in the workshop, he continued his mad rush to the workshop, only managing to hold the towel on with a despairing clutch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The entrance opened with a beep, allowing Tony in. He could see the spare container on the table, the beautiful whiteness with faded ink wrapped around it, it called to him. Tony's fingers ensnarled the container, it felt empty too.
Tony choked on a sob, this couldn't be happening, closing his eyes to keep the tears from leaking forth. He wasn't going to cry. He wasn't. Tony breath quivering in the silent room, he leaned his hands on the table to keep himself upright, when something cool brushed against his fingertips. Opening his eyes, the sleek metal of the SRB was glinting in the partial light of the workshop.
"J-Jarvis!" Tony swallowed hard, picking up the complex contraption.
There was a pause before the AI answered, "Yes, sir?"
"Get all computers running. We have to finish the SRB now." Tony pulled up a stool, sitting down and pulled his tool kit closer. He wasn't going to let his life fall from his hands and he sure as hell wasn't going to let anyone take him away from something he couldn't live without, the Avengers. This was his life. "I'm going to need it tonight but fill my prescription for the O-Pill just in case and make it snappy."
Designs and stats popped up, glowing blue in the open air space. "Sir, this may sound out of place but shouldn't you just tell Miss. Potts that you can not attend tonight's gala?" Jarvis suggested prudently.
Tony was silent for a moment, "No, I can't do that. Pepper believes this is important so I'm not going to fail her."
"Miss. Potts will understand why you can not make it. I feel this is the best course to make sure your gender isn't discovered."
"Pep' has already done so much for me Jarvis," Tony murmured, "it doesn't seem fair if I can't do the same." Pepper had done so much for him, putting up with his eccentric ways, dealing his playboy persona, and even helped out with hiding Tony's true gender. She was the only one who knew that he was an Omega and it was because of it, their relationship didn't last. They had parted ways mutually, knowing that with her as a Beta and him as an Omega, things just couldn't work out.
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Bruce was sipping his herbal tea, talking quietly with Steve in the kitchen when Tony emerged from the workshop at half past three, wearing only a towel. Bruce blinked, mouth suddenly going dry, and looking out the corner of his eyes he could tell Steve was enjoying the view as well. Bruce's eyes following the slope of the man's neck to his shoulders, down his delicately powerful arms, taking in the summer glazed flesh, and the terry cloth that slipped further down the man's slim hips. He always thought Tony was an attractive man, particularly his zealousness for life, and yet, there was troubled past that made him into a very complex man, and Bruce always did enjoy his puzzles.
Bruce brought his mug up to his lips, preparing to to take another sip when he noticed something, his hand stilled, and eyes strained behind his glasses. There was a certain glow emanating from Tony and it wasn't the arc reactor, but he couldn't figure out for the life of him why, it hadn't been there yesterday. It was like pure melted gold and heavy summer rainfall. It was enticing but not consuming, it teasingly beckoning Bruce closer, to touch, to taste...It was almost like...no, Bruce shook his head clearing away the thought.
Tony smiled, full of pearly whites, and Bruce sucked in a breath at how beautiful the man could be. "It works!" Tony cackled, bouncing on his feet, one hand fiddling with the silver bracelet on his left wrist.
"What is that?" Steve questioned, he looked like he thought Tony had lost his mind, but with the way Tony was laughing Bruce wouldn't be surprised.
"Just a little device I came up with. Snazzy right?" Tony smirked, walking over to the cabinet, snatching a mug and filling it with fresh coffee.
Bruce followed the dip and curve of Tony's spine as the man bent forward at the waist, sipping contently at his caffeine. The tantalizing skin of his lower back was proving hard to ignore. "Your tux got delievered this morning. Natasha put it in your room."
"Thanks," Tony nodded, winking smartly, before exiting the kitchen.
Steve turned to him but his eyes still were staring at the empty space where Tony had been. "Did something seem kind of off about Tony to you?"
"Yeah," Bruce nodded, he appeared hesitant to continue, "there was a glow. It was beautiful."
They made eye contact and Bruce could see something deep within Steve's blue eyes that the man was horrified about something. "I felt like--I wanted to lick him." Steve whispered roughly.
"Maybe it had something to do with that bracelet he had," Bruce pondered.
"What should we do then?" Steve asked, sipping his own coffee.
Bruce shrugged. "It's probably sending out pheromones and that's why we felt the way we did. I wouldn't think too much of it." Then Bruce's lips twisted in a grimace. "It's most likely one of his little experiments or pet projects or something."
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Tony was fixing his tie as he walked out his bedroom and into the living room where the rest of the Avengers had accumulated. They were just starting to relax in several places through out the room, the movie still rolling through the trailers. Clint and Natasha were in the love seat, her feet tucked under the archer's bottom, to keep them warm; while Bruce was at the blonde's feet, reaching back periodically for popcorn. The demi-god was stretched out on the floor, face probably too close to the TV than favorable and Steve was sitting in the arm chair, a book resting on the arm of it, frequently looking up to see when the movie was actually going to start.
"Do I look good or what?" Tony smirked, arms wide and hip cocked.
"You look like a penguin," Clint muttered, stuffing his face full of buttered popcorn. Natasha just stared at him with that creepy, deadly, spy-like gaze, green pupils becoming slivers as her eyes narrowed.
"You look very nice, Tony," Thor said smiling. Bruce nodded.
"Thanks big guy! Nice to know some people can see perfection when it's standing right in front of them." Tony gestured wildly to his person. "Well, I'm off, don't wait up kiddies."
"Tony," Natasha waiting until Tony turned back around, there was a furrow in her brow that made Tony feel a little worried, "be careful."
Tony focused on her for a moment, before grinning stupidly, "Aren't I always?" He jauntily walked out the door and to the elevator. The sleek doors shut behind his suited figure, reflecting his sophisticatedly rugged appearance, hair a refined mess, goatee impeccably shaped. The crisp white button down a stark contrast to the jet black lines of the suit and tie.
The elevator stopped, doors opening with a simple chime, and Tony exited. He could see Happy resting against the black car, waving happily, before opening the door for Tony to slide in. With a firm push the door shut and Happy ran along to the other side, climbing in and starting the vehicle, the car purred to life and pulled away from the curb.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Are we picking up Pep'?" Tony asked, gazing out the window, watching the street signs and lights blur.
"I didn't wait long, I only showed up about ten minutes before you did." Happy grinned, looking in the review mirror at his boss. "And no, she should already be there. I did happen to get a look at her earlier though, she's gorgeous tonight sir."
Tony smirked. "Is that so? Still haven't asked her out have you?" It was no secret that the driver had a school boy crush on the redhead. It was kind of sweet.
Happy blushed. "N-No, I haven't found the right time to do so."
"Better get a move on it or someone might take her right out from under your nose." Tony cautioned.
"It's too soon after...you know." Happy looked away, focusing on the road. He turned right, staying in the inside lane, they went down a couple of blocks before he turned left.
"Happy, it's been nine months. Don't worry about it." Tony soothed. He and Pepper hadn't only separated because of his gender but also because Tony could see the way they looked at each other when the one wasn't looking. When Pepper was with him, she had trully loved him just like he had loved her, it just wasn't the love they thought it was; over time he had noticed the way Happy would stare, brown eyes full of longing, longing for Pepper. It wasn't long after that he realized Pepper also would stare the very same way. "Come on, promise me you'll ask her soon. Ok?"
"I'll try." Happy grinned, pulling the car over. He got out and ran back over to let the billionaire out.
Tony moved smoothly, rising from the darkness of the motor of transportaion, playboy persona in place, and billion dollar smirk twisted upon his lips. "I'll see ya later."
"Of course. Call me when you want to leave, sir." Happy said before he disappeared. The paparazzi swormed the barricade, cameras flashing, and questions spewing from their lips. He just smiled, waved cockily, before moving up the steps covered in red carpet; entering the festive party, he spotted celebrities, CEOs, and even government officials. There was draps of pale yellow and silver, chandiliers, and modern art, servers walking around plates crowded with full champagne glasses and empty ones.
Tony made his way to the bar, easily shuffling his way through the cluster of people. Catching the eye of the bartender, he ordered, "Scotch, neat, and don't be stingy." The young man nodded, grabbing a glass and filling it with the amber liquid more than half way.
He felt a delicate hand slide across his back and a silky voice brush his ear, "Buy me a drink." He half turned, smiling when he saw Pepper's beautiful powered face, red hair spun up in a loose updo, trendils of hair whispering upon her neck and bare shoulders. His gaze followed the curve of her silhouette, a white figure hugging gown, that flattered her very nicely, drapped down to kiss the floor.
The man turned back to the bartender, "And a vodka martini, extra dry, and extra olives." The bartender placed his drink in front of him before he got started on the next, Tony slipped a hundred into the glass on the counter.
"Are you sure you should be drinking?" Pepper frowned. "It's been a while since you've last had a drink."
"I'll be fine. Just one or two and we're good to go." Tony replied.
"Well I'm glad you're here. Took you forever though," Pepper muttered, gazing over at the crowd. "Wiggs was talking my ear off. I thought I would never escape."
Tony sipped his drink, replying evenly, "I'm only an hour or so late. Don't get snippy with me because you knew I wouldn't be here on time." He placed her drink in her pale, freckled hands.
"Yeah I'm surprised you even showed at all." Pepper smirked before her faced turned serious. "Ok here's the plan, so pay attention, we're aiming for John Walker," she nodded to an aged man standing quite near to where they were, "and Nathaniel Williams for backing," she pointed a man closer to Tony's age. "Walker and Williams are both English and looking for some over seas investments. Walker is old money and I've already made contact with him. I need you to talk to Williams but I don't know much about him aside from he knows how to make money fast. Go charm him for me."
Tony finished off his drink, ordering another. "Will that be all, Miss Potts."
Pepper smiled, "That will be all, Mr. Stark." She sashayed off, making her way to the older gentleman. Tony turned back to the bar when his glass was placed on the counter. The amber liquid sloshing up the sides as he grasped it clumsily, he scowled lightly, some managed to spill over onto his fingers. He licked them, suddenly shivering at the sensation, skin prickling and hairs rising. What was wrong with him? Alcohol had never affected him this quickly, not even when he was twelve and had his first taste of the devilish concoction known as Francoli Oak, that he had stolen from his father's alcohol cabinet. Then again he hadn't had a drink in over six months, maybe his alcohol tolerance had just lessed to something embarrassing. Tony sipped some of his beverage cautiously, not wanting to get too drunk too fast, especially not when he just spotted Christine Everhart across the way.
Tony twiddled his fingers her way, smiling cheekily, before veering off into the crowd, making his way to Nathaniel Williams. Williams was older than Tony by a few years. The distinguished gray hairs peppering his brown hair, the laugh lines around his lips and eyes, would make any woman willingly swoon in his arms. His kind brown eyes were intense with color and warmth. Williams was taller by a few inches, more stocky, shoulders wide with a narrow waistline, and as Tony got closer he couldn't help but admire the man's physical appearance; muscles threatened to burst through the suit.
"Hello, Tony Stark." Tony switch hands, now holding the glass in his left hand, stretching out his right for a handshake. "Nathaniel Williams, correct?"
"Ah, yes. It's a pleasure," The older man smiled. "I hope you don't take this too forward of me but I do believe I have an interest in some stock from your company." Williams grasped Tony's giving it a firm shake.
Tony forced himself to smile and had to stop himself from stumbling back, touch was not good, not good at all. Their hands retracted and something flashed in the older man's eyes, he was an Alpha, and the feel of his skin on Tony's was setting off warning bells. "Not too forward at all." Tony's laughed hollowly. "It would be an honor to have someone of your standing buying stock from my business."
"Well of course, Stark Industries' exponential growth is quite staggering seeing as you also support the Avengers." Williams smiled, all teeth.
"I'm not quite surprised with how well we're doing. Money might not grow on trees as they say but we definitely have superior tech compared to Apple." Tony said, taking a sip hoping to mask his nervousness that was slowly starting to rise the more the seconds ticked by. The Englishman had a very unnerving stare. "I have a few projects that will be beneficial to the public but that's a secret."
"Maybe there is somewhere we can talk in private about such matters then?" Williams suggested, leaning in, his hand grazing Tony's fingers that held the crystal clear glass. Tony's grip tightened.
The smaller man grinned sharply. "I'm afraid my CEO would murder me if left. Maybe we can set up an appointment for a better time."
"What a delicious creature?" Williams muttered lowly to himself, altogether ignoring Tony's words. "Why do I feel the need to mark you? You are only a Beta..." That wasn't...good. Maybe the Supressor Bracelet wasn't fully functional? It would explain why the Englishman's scent was overwhelming. Even with the SRB on his wrist, the man's pheromones tip-toed by the sensory blockade, making Tony a bit dizzy, but that could also be his drink talking, possibly, hopefully. One thing was for certain, he had to get out of here. Now.
Tony looked around trying to spot Pepper, he had no problem finding her red hair easily among the blacks, browns, and blondes, her back was to him, and was to busy speaking with the elder Brit. There was simply no way of alerting her. Tony turned his eyes back to the man before him, smirking, "I think my time just opened up. If you will be so kind as to refill my glass, Scotch by the way, while I go visit the little boys room that would be appreciated." Williams willing took the glass and walked off to the bar and Tony took the time to make a bee-line for the exit nearby.
It led out to a deserted alleyway, trash and broken glass littering the ground, and there was a foul, disgusting smell of something sour, possibly aged vomit. Tony stumbed into the wall, suddenly feeling hot, shakey, and sick. The smell in the alley didn't help settle his upset stomach, bile threathening to make it's way up his throat, he swallowed thickly, closing his eyes and resting back against the dirty wall. Pepper would probably kill him for ruining the suit and for leaving the party after only twenty minutes; he tried not to think of all the ways she would make him suffer for it, probably more paperwork and more galas.
This was pathetic really. He had only had two glasses and he already felt like had had five. Tony tried to concentrate on breathing, sucking in shallow pants through his mouth, trying not think of how he could taste the smells rotting between the brick walls. Tony was startled out of his thoughts when he heard someone approaching, heavy footsteps, scuffling closer.
"Hey are you alright?" Tony's eyes tried to make out the man infront of him, the face was blurred, and he could only make out the red shirt and black pants that the bartender had been wearing.
Tony moaned weakily. "N-No, I feel sick."
"Here, I have some water," The bartender said, "do you want some?" He didn't wait for Tony to answer, he cradle the back of the billionaire's neck, tilting it back when Tony felt the glass rim touch his lips. There was smell about the beverage that Tony didn't exactly register until the burning of vodka hit his tongue, settling down in his belly, and his stomach rebelled. Half turning Tony managed to throw up on the cement rather than his clothes and that was when he blacked out.
Author: darklumi
Characters/Pairings: Steve/Thor/Bruce/Tony, Clint & Natasha, brief mention of Happy/Pepper
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All Marvels! :P
Warnings: AU!Movie/616 Verse, Alpha/Omega verse, masturbation i guess
Author's Notes: No beta, so I apologize for all the errors you may encounter! Btw, Comments are love! ;)
Prompt Fill: http://avengerkink.livejournal.com/4305.html?thread=3083729#t3083729
Art: by the wonderful angel_inoshi check it out here: http://angel-inoshi.livejournal.com/30081.html
Summary: There were arms wrapped around him, cradling him to a warm, solid chest, which Tony found odd because he had gone to bed alone like always.
There were arms wrapped around him, cradling him to a warm, solid chest, which Tony found odd because he had gone to bed alone like always. Was it a dream? It had to be. There was no way this could real; it simply wasn't possible because he would always be isolated, but here he was, leaning back into heated flesh. He could feel the other's heart beat pounding against his back and the man's moist breath against his ear, but for some reason unfathomable to Tony, he couldn't gather up the energy to open his eyes.
Tony was startled when another set of lips found his, soft and demanding, tongue claiming entrance into Tony's mouth; the other's tongue slid in, seeking and tasting, skimming every nook and cranny. Tony moaned, allowing his wet cavern to be ravished with every wicked caress the appendage possessed, but the other broke away, breathing heavily unto Tony's damp lips. Tony tried to lean forward, seeking more, but he was held back against the chest, a growl, menacing and deep, errupted from chest behind him, snarling at the other male.
An animal-like sound, just as deep and powerful as the first, answered back and Tony couldn't help but spread his legs wide and reveal his neck to them. It seemed to placate the Alphas, the one behind him sniffing his neck with abandon, before bitting into the trapezius, sucking, he let go and licked the blood that began to seep from the marking. The other clawed his nails down Tony's thigh, grasping and yanking Tony down to lay eveningly between them.
Through out this, Tony couldn't help but feel like something was missing. He didn't know what it was until a third pair of hands joined the exploration of his lithe form. This pair of hands were soft, only the pads of his fingers had any calluses, and while he was hesitant to join, once he did, however, he devoured all the flesh he could touch. Fingers gentle but palms heavy as they gripped at the meat of Tony's thigh, teasingly close to Tony's pulsating sex.
Tony was helpless, completely helpless to their touch. His senses were beginning to become overpowered with pleasure, he couldn't see so his hearing became clearer, his sense of smell stronger, and every touch was like adding gasoline to a burning fire, it felt so good it almost hurt. His loins ached, his full penis throbbing, and all he wanted was to be used completely. Tony wanted one of the Alphas to stuff him with their fingers, stretch him wide, and fill him with something better. He was a writhing mess, glistening with perspiration, shivering with lust, and begging to be full.
Tony whimpered when one finally touched his manhood, another's finger grazing-soft against his opening, and the last breathed heavily against his ear, "Mine."
Tony woke feeling feverish, his skin wet and clamy, and the sheets partially soaked from the sweat pouring from his body. He shivered, feeling dizzy, and sick, and horny. Tony couldn't help but notice he was rubbing his half hard cock into the linen beneath him, gasping, he hips continued to roll, grinding into the soft fabric.
"No, no, no, no, no...." Tony whimpered, he couldn't be going into his Heat now. "Oh god, please not now." Inhaling shakily, he looked around, it was still dark in his bedroom, the clock on the bedside table read 4:21 am, and there was cool air still drifting in from the vents but did nothing to ease his heated skin.
Tony's arms reached up under his pillow, seaking for anything that had a pleasant chill so he could press it against his flesh, he found it with the headboard. The wood was wonderfully cold, solid, and would be prefect to flatten against. If only he could find the leverage to pull himself up, but sadly, his fingers were too weak, and his body refused to work other than hump against the white blankets. His hips rolled, ass muscles flexing with each downward thrust, his half flaccid penis slowly and steadily filling with blood and becoming hard.
Tony wanted to reach back and work himself open. He wanted to reach around, stick a finger inside, and find the small bump hidden within his back entrance, but he couldn't find the momentum to do so. Tony wanted his muscles to tense, his toes to curl, and his body to sing. The more desperate he got for completion the more helpless he got to doing something about it, he could do nothing more but let his need take control over his body, hoping it would end soon.
The lithe man's fingers tangled into the loose bedsheets, grasping desperately, as his Heat began it's cycle. He burried his face into fabric, his legs spreading wider and gaining leverage with his knees to thrust away. The cream material felt nice, he couldn't help but whimper when ever the softness brushed against his full cock, or moan at how wonderful they felt against his flushed skin. However, it was starting to become washed out as a painful ache in his loins started to make it's presence known. Tony grinded harder, faster, starting to lose control of his pelvis as the pleasure and the pulsating ache wove with one another, taking him higher, closer to the apex of sensual gratification.
Tony cried out, hips stuttering, and cum splattering across the white spread. His hips slowed to a stop, finally resting in the pool of cum he had just ejaculated. He didn't care if he laid in his own cum, he didn't care that he was left biting his lips to keep from crying, he just didn't care.
When he finally found the energy to rise, he did so, heading to the bathroom and rinsing himself off. Tony cranked the nozzle all the way to left and steam began to ascend. Entering the large cubicle, he stood in the shower for a moment, staring at his flaccid penis, knowing this was only the beginning to what would become more unbearable. His Heat usually lasted a full week but the needs unwaveringly got worse, to where they accumulated before finally and thankfully dwindled back down. The fourth day of his Heat was the worse, it was the day he didn't look forward to the most. It was the day he was left begging, writhing, and completely unsatisfied. It was the day the sheets would be not only wet with sweat, cum, and spit, but also the lubrication that leaked from his ass. Fingers didn't help, dildos didn't help, nothing helped because the one thing that could satisfy an Omega in heat was an Alpha, which was completely out of the question. Sometimes Tony was tempted to seek one out, to fulfill his needs, but there was also the possibility they wouldn't let him go. So, Tony was left alone in his bedroom until the Heat finally lessened and he wasn't as excruciatingly desperate for cock.
Tony shut off the valve, grabbed a towel, and started to dry off his body. He wipped himself off with efficient strokes but took delicate care with his privates, not wanting to excite himself for another round. Once he was completely dry, he wrapped the towel around his hips before opening the window cabinet, snatching the O-Pill bottle. Tony froze. It felt empty and he didn't hear any tablets tinkering around inside when he snagged it from the self. The container dropped from suddenly limp fingers, it bounced down by his feet, sounding hollow, before it rolled away under the toilet. He fell to his knees, ignoring the stab of pain it caused, as he forced him self to breath, stuttering inhalations, and ragged exhales, he crawled after the bottle.
He grabbed it and tried desperately to open it, fumbling with the cap. "Come on, come on!" Tony choked, after a few struggles he managed to get it open, tipping it over and half expecting a tablet to fall into his palm. Nothing. "Shit." Tony chucked the plastic bottle, wirled around, and raced out the exit. His bedroom door opened with a bang, probably disturbing the other occupants of the house, but Tony didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the spare bottle in the workshop, he continued his mad rush to the workshop, only managing to hold the towel on with a despairing clutch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The entrance opened with a beep, allowing Tony in. He could see the spare container on the table, the beautiful whiteness with faded ink wrapped around it, it called to him. Tony's fingers ensnarled the container, it felt empty too.
Tony choked on a sob, this couldn't be happening, closing his eyes to keep the tears from leaking forth. He wasn't going to cry. He wasn't. Tony breath quivering in the silent room, he leaned his hands on the table to keep himself upright, when something cool brushed against his fingertips. Opening his eyes, the sleek metal of the SRB was glinting in the partial light of the workshop.
"J-Jarvis!" Tony swallowed hard, picking up the complex contraption.
There was a pause before the AI answered, "Yes, sir?"
"Get all computers running. We have to finish the SRB now." Tony pulled up a stool, sitting down and pulled his tool kit closer. He wasn't going to let his life fall from his hands and he sure as hell wasn't going to let anyone take him away from something he couldn't live without, the Avengers. This was his life. "I'm going to need it tonight but fill my prescription for the O-Pill just in case and make it snappy."
Designs and stats popped up, glowing blue in the open air space. "Sir, this may sound out of place but shouldn't you just tell Miss. Potts that you can not attend tonight's gala?" Jarvis suggested prudently.
Tony was silent for a moment, "No, I can't do that. Pepper believes this is important so I'm not going to fail her."
"Miss. Potts will understand why you can not make it. I feel this is the best course to make sure your gender isn't discovered."
"Pep' has already done so much for me Jarvis," Tony murmured, "it doesn't seem fair if I can't do the same." Pepper had done so much for him, putting up with his eccentric ways, dealing his playboy persona, and even helped out with hiding Tony's true gender. She was the only one who knew that he was an Omega and it was because of it, their relationship didn't last. They had parted ways mutually, knowing that with her as a Beta and him as an Omega, things just couldn't work out.
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Bruce was sipping his herbal tea, talking quietly with Steve in the kitchen when Tony emerged from the workshop at half past three, wearing only a towel. Bruce blinked, mouth suddenly going dry, and looking out the corner of his eyes he could tell Steve was enjoying the view as well. Bruce's eyes following the slope of the man's neck to his shoulders, down his delicately powerful arms, taking in the summer glazed flesh, and the terry cloth that slipped further down the man's slim hips. He always thought Tony was an attractive man, particularly his zealousness for life, and yet, there was troubled past that made him into a very complex man, and Bruce always did enjoy his puzzles.
Bruce brought his mug up to his lips, preparing to to take another sip when he noticed something, his hand stilled, and eyes strained behind his glasses. There was a certain glow emanating from Tony and it wasn't the arc reactor, but he couldn't figure out for the life of him why, it hadn't been there yesterday. It was like pure melted gold and heavy summer rainfall. It was enticing but not consuming, it teasingly beckoning Bruce closer, to touch, to taste...It was almost like...no, Bruce shook his head clearing away the thought.
Tony smiled, full of pearly whites, and Bruce sucked in a breath at how beautiful the man could be. "It works!" Tony cackled, bouncing on his feet, one hand fiddling with the silver bracelet on his left wrist.
"What is that?" Steve questioned, he looked like he thought Tony had lost his mind, but with the way Tony was laughing Bruce wouldn't be surprised.
"Just a little device I came up with. Snazzy right?" Tony smirked, walking over to the cabinet, snatching a mug and filling it with fresh coffee.
Bruce followed the dip and curve of Tony's spine as the man bent forward at the waist, sipping contently at his caffeine. The tantalizing skin of his lower back was proving hard to ignore. "Your tux got delievered this morning. Natasha put it in your room."
"Thanks," Tony nodded, winking smartly, before exiting the kitchen.
Steve turned to him but his eyes still were staring at the empty space where Tony had been. "Did something seem kind of off about Tony to you?"
"Yeah," Bruce nodded, he appeared hesitant to continue, "there was a glow. It was beautiful."
They made eye contact and Bruce could see something deep within Steve's blue eyes that the man was horrified about something. "I felt like--I wanted to lick him." Steve whispered roughly.
"Maybe it had something to do with that bracelet he had," Bruce pondered.
"What should we do then?" Steve asked, sipping his own coffee.
Bruce shrugged. "It's probably sending out pheromones and that's why we felt the way we did. I wouldn't think too much of it." Then Bruce's lips twisted in a grimace. "It's most likely one of his little experiments or pet projects or something."
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Tony was fixing his tie as he walked out his bedroom and into the living room where the rest of the Avengers had accumulated. They were just starting to relax in several places through out the room, the movie still rolling through the trailers. Clint and Natasha were in the love seat, her feet tucked under the archer's bottom, to keep them warm; while Bruce was at the blonde's feet, reaching back periodically for popcorn. The demi-god was stretched out on the floor, face probably too close to the TV than favorable and Steve was sitting in the arm chair, a book resting on the arm of it, frequently looking up to see when the movie was actually going to start.
"Do I look good or what?" Tony smirked, arms wide and hip cocked.
"You look like a penguin," Clint muttered, stuffing his face full of buttered popcorn. Natasha just stared at him with that creepy, deadly, spy-like gaze, green pupils becoming slivers as her eyes narrowed.
"You look very nice, Tony," Thor said smiling. Bruce nodded.
"Thanks big guy! Nice to know some people can see perfection when it's standing right in front of them." Tony gestured wildly to his person. "Well, I'm off, don't wait up kiddies."
"Tony," Natasha waiting until Tony turned back around, there was a furrow in her brow that made Tony feel a little worried, "be careful."
Tony focused on her for a moment, before grinning stupidly, "Aren't I always?" He jauntily walked out the door and to the elevator. The sleek doors shut behind his suited figure, reflecting his sophisticatedly rugged appearance, hair a refined mess, goatee impeccably shaped. The crisp white button down a stark contrast to the jet black lines of the suit and tie.
The elevator stopped, doors opening with a simple chime, and Tony exited. He could see Happy resting against the black car, waving happily, before opening the door for Tony to slide in. With a firm push the door shut and Happy ran along to the other side, climbing in and starting the vehicle, the car purred to life and pulled away from the curb.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Are we picking up Pep'?" Tony asked, gazing out the window, watching the street signs and lights blur.
"I didn't wait long, I only showed up about ten minutes before you did." Happy grinned, looking in the review mirror at his boss. "And no, she should already be there. I did happen to get a look at her earlier though, she's gorgeous tonight sir."
Tony smirked. "Is that so? Still haven't asked her out have you?" It was no secret that the driver had a school boy crush on the redhead. It was kind of sweet.
Happy blushed. "N-No, I haven't found the right time to do so."
"Better get a move on it or someone might take her right out from under your nose." Tony cautioned.
"It's too soon after...you know." Happy looked away, focusing on the road. He turned right, staying in the inside lane, they went down a couple of blocks before he turned left.
"Happy, it's been nine months. Don't worry about it." Tony soothed. He and Pepper hadn't only separated because of his gender but also because Tony could see the way they looked at each other when the one wasn't looking. When Pepper was with him, she had trully loved him just like he had loved her, it just wasn't the love they thought it was; over time he had noticed the way Happy would stare, brown eyes full of longing, longing for Pepper. It wasn't long after that he realized Pepper also would stare the very same way. "Come on, promise me you'll ask her soon. Ok?"
"I'll try." Happy grinned, pulling the car over. He got out and ran back over to let the billionaire out.
Tony moved smoothly, rising from the darkness of the motor of transportaion, playboy persona in place, and billion dollar smirk twisted upon his lips. "I'll see ya later."
"Of course. Call me when you want to leave, sir." Happy said before he disappeared. The paparazzi swormed the barricade, cameras flashing, and questions spewing from their lips. He just smiled, waved cockily, before moving up the steps covered in red carpet; entering the festive party, he spotted celebrities, CEOs, and even government officials. There was draps of pale yellow and silver, chandiliers, and modern art, servers walking around plates crowded with full champagne glasses and empty ones.
Tony made his way to the bar, easily shuffling his way through the cluster of people. Catching the eye of the bartender, he ordered, "Scotch, neat, and don't be stingy." The young man nodded, grabbing a glass and filling it with the amber liquid more than half way.
He felt a delicate hand slide across his back and a silky voice brush his ear, "Buy me a drink." He half turned, smiling when he saw Pepper's beautiful powered face, red hair spun up in a loose updo, trendils of hair whispering upon her neck and bare shoulders. His gaze followed the curve of her silhouette, a white figure hugging gown, that flattered her very nicely, drapped down to kiss the floor.
The man turned back to the bartender, "And a vodka martini, extra dry, and extra olives." The bartender placed his drink in front of him before he got started on the next, Tony slipped a hundred into the glass on the counter.
"Are you sure you should be drinking?" Pepper frowned. "It's been a while since you've last had a drink."
"I'll be fine. Just one or two and we're good to go." Tony replied.
"Well I'm glad you're here. Took you forever though," Pepper muttered, gazing over at the crowd. "Wiggs was talking my ear off. I thought I would never escape."
Tony sipped his drink, replying evenly, "I'm only an hour or so late. Don't get snippy with me because you knew I wouldn't be here on time." He placed her drink in her pale, freckled hands.
"Yeah I'm surprised you even showed at all." Pepper smirked before her faced turned serious. "Ok here's the plan, so pay attention, we're aiming for John Walker," she nodded to an aged man standing quite near to where they were, "and Nathaniel Williams for backing," she pointed a man closer to Tony's age. "Walker and Williams are both English and looking for some over seas investments. Walker is old money and I've already made contact with him. I need you to talk to Williams but I don't know much about him aside from he knows how to make money fast. Go charm him for me."
Tony finished off his drink, ordering another. "Will that be all, Miss Potts."
Pepper smiled, "That will be all, Mr. Stark." She sashayed off, making her way to the older gentleman. Tony turned back to the bar when his glass was placed on the counter. The amber liquid sloshing up the sides as he grasped it clumsily, he scowled lightly, some managed to spill over onto his fingers. He licked them, suddenly shivering at the sensation, skin prickling and hairs rising. What was wrong with him? Alcohol had never affected him this quickly, not even when he was twelve and had his first taste of the devilish concoction known as Francoli Oak, that he had stolen from his father's alcohol cabinet. Then again he hadn't had a drink in over six months, maybe his alcohol tolerance had just lessed to something embarrassing. Tony sipped some of his beverage cautiously, not wanting to get too drunk too fast, especially not when he just spotted Christine Everhart across the way.
Tony twiddled his fingers her way, smiling cheekily, before veering off into the crowd, making his way to Nathaniel Williams. Williams was older than Tony by a few years. The distinguished gray hairs peppering his brown hair, the laugh lines around his lips and eyes, would make any woman willingly swoon in his arms. His kind brown eyes were intense with color and warmth. Williams was taller by a few inches, more stocky, shoulders wide with a narrow waistline, and as Tony got closer he couldn't help but admire the man's physical appearance; muscles threatened to burst through the suit.
"Hello, Tony Stark." Tony switch hands, now holding the glass in his left hand, stretching out his right for a handshake. "Nathaniel Williams, correct?"
"Ah, yes. It's a pleasure," The older man smiled. "I hope you don't take this too forward of me but I do believe I have an interest in some stock from your company." Williams grasped Tony's giving it a firm shake.
Tony forced himself to smile and had to stop himself from stumbling back, touch was not good, not good at all. Their hands retracted and something flashed in the older man's eyes, he was an Alpha, and the feel of his skin on Tony's was setting off warning bells. "Not too forward at all." Tony's laughed hollowly. "It would be an honor to have someone of your standing buying stock from my business."
"Well of course, Stark Industries' exponential growth is quite staggering seeing as you also support the Avengers." Williams smiled, all teeth.
"I'm not quite surprised with how well we're doing. Money might not grow on trees as they say but we definitely have superior tech compared to Apple." Tony said, taking a sip hoping to mask his nervousness that was slowly starting to rise the more the seconds ticked by. The Englishman had a very unnerving stare. "I have a few projects that will be beneficial to the public but that's a secret."
"Maybe there is somewhere we can talk in private about such matters then?" Williams suggested, leaning in, his hand grazing Tony's fingers that held the crystal clear glass. Tony's grip tightened.
The smaller man grinned sharply. "I'm afraid my CEO would murder me if left. Maybe we can set up an appointment for a better time."
"What a delicious creature?" Williams muttered lowly to himself, altogether ignoring Tony's words. "Why do I feel the need to mark you? You are only a Beta..." That wasn't...good. Maybe the Supressor Bracelet wasn't fully functional? It would explain why the Englishman's scent was overwhelming. Even with the SRB on his wrist, the man's pheromones tip-toed by the sensory blockade, making Tony a bit dizzy, but that could also be his drink talking, possibly, hopefully. One thing was for certain, he had to get out of here. Now.
Tony looked around trying to spot Pepper, he had no problem finding her red hair easily among the blacks, browns, and blondes, her back was to him, and was to busy speaking with the elder Brit. There was simply no way of alerting her. Tony turned his eyes back to the man before him, smirking, "I think my time just opened up. If you will be so kind as to refill my glass, Scotch by the way, while I go visit the little boys room that would be appreciated." Williams willing took the glass and walked off to the bar and Tony took the time to make a bee-line for the exit nearby.
It led out to a deserted alleyway, trash and broken glass littering the ground, and there was a foul, disgusting smell of something sour, possibly aged vomit. Tony stumbed into the wall, suddenly feeling hot, shakey, and sick. The smell in the alley didn't help settle his upset stomach, bile threathening to make it's way up his throat, he swallowed thickly, closing his eyes and resting back against the dirty wall. Pepper would probably kill him for ruining the suit and for leaving the party after only twenty minutes; he tried not to think of all the ways she would make him suffer for it, probably more paperwork and more galas.
This was pathetic really. He had only had two glasses and he already felt like had had five. Tony tried to concentrate on breathing, sucking in shallow pants through his mouth, trying not think of how he could taste the smells rotting between the brick walls. Tony was startled out of his thoughts when he heard someone approaching, heavy footsteps, scuffling closer.
"Hey are you alright?" Tony's eyes tried to make out the man infront of him, the face was blurred, and he could only make out the red shirt and black pants that the bartender had been wearing.
Tony moaned weakily. "N-No, I feel sick."
"Here, I have some water," The bartender said, "do you want some?" He didn't wait for Tony to answer, he cradle the back of the billionaire's neck, tilting it back when Tony felt the glass rim touch his lips. There was smell about the beverage that Tony didn't exactly register until the burning of vodka hit his tongue, settling down in his belly, and his stomach rebelled. Half turning Tony managed to throw up on the cement rather than his clothes and that was when he blacked out.