The Tony Stark Kink Meme
As of today 4/17/09 the Tony Stark Kink meme will not accept Tony/Steve prompts. Please direct those to the Steve/Tony Kink Meme.
The Tony Stark Kink Meme
Ground rules:
Post a prompt either anon or not in response to the post.
Reply to comment with filled prompt.
Keep it porny nothing under PG-13.
No concrit allowed. This is not the place for it ( Read more... )
The Tony Stark Kink Meme
Ground rules:
Post a prompt either anon or not in response to the post.
Reply to comment with filled prompt.
Keep it porny nothing under PG-13.
No concrit allowed. This is not the place for it ( Read more... )
Tony looks exhausted, offering him a weak smile. "Steve."
"How are you feeling?" Steve asks, approaching cautiously.
"You know, I think there might be something wrong with my heart."
The feeble joke feels like a punch to the gut, and Steve winces as he pulls a chair to Tony's bedside, asking, "How's Hank's device holding up?"
"She does the job," Tony pulls the blankets down, and Steve has to grit his teeth to keep from gasping.
In place of the old, already crude mechanical heart is a shapeless lump of metal, wires protruding haphazardly from it, some of them extending to the cardiac monitor, some of them leading back into tiny puncture holes in Tony's chest. The skin around it is red, inflamed and angry where the villain - the sick, twisted, psychopathic fuck who held Tony as bait for the rest of the Avengers - ripped out the only thing keeping Tony's heart beating.
Reflexively, Steve reaches out, taking Tony's hand in a tight grip. "Tony," he starts, swallowing with difficulty around the lump in his throat, "That device... It won't last long."
Tony gives a small smirk, nodding, "I figured that out," he raises one hand and taps significantly on his forehead, "Still works."
Steve nods, barrelling through, sure that if he stops now he'll never get the words out, "Hank says..." Hank says, Hank says, why couldn't Hank have done this? He brings Tony's hand to his lips, kissing the fingers gently, breathing hard. "Hank says it needs to last until tomorrow, before we can get something permanent. And there's a-- a 50-50 chance."
Tony looks down at the device, nodding slowly. "I thought it'd be something like that."
"I'm--"
"Please don't say you're sorry," Tony says, looking Steve in the eye, expression fierce, "Sorry never helped anyone."
Steve nods, moving to stand, placing Tony's hand back on the bed, but Tony catches his wrist in a grip that has no right to be as strong as it is right now.
"Stay," he mutters, tugging Steve toward him, and Steve hesitates only a moment before complying with the pull, crawling gingerly onto the bed to lie next to Tony, mindful of the wires. "Just..."
Steve's response is sluggish when he feels Tony's hand on his neck, pulling him down. He stiffens a split second before their lips meet.
"What are you doing?" he asks softly, resting his forehead against Tony's.
"Please," Tony murmurs, applying insistent pressure on the nape of Steve's neck, coaxing, "Please, Steve, I--" his breath catches, "You have to."
The kiss is soft only because Steve keeps it that way. Tony whines softly when he pulls back.
"Your heart, Tony," Steve says, uncomfortably conscious of the beeping of the monitor, listening for a increase in the rate.
"My heart is on a monitor, there's no safer time," Tony whispers, raising his head to kiss Steve again, briefly, before Steve pulls back, wanting so badly to believe him. Then, voice taking on a desperate pitch, "You don't know how much I need this. Please."
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