SuitTony
Suit/Tony
"Whoever you are," Tony managed, his voice wavering some, struggling for air, "get the fuck *out of my suit*" And that got his assailant to look up, Iron Man's face plate staring straight at him. The gauntlet easily holding both his wrists tighter jerked, twisting his arms in a painful angle, the other pressed hard onto his chest stopping him from being able to twist into the movement and relieve the ache. "Jarvis! Shut this asshole down, override code-" The suit shot out almost instantaneously, gauntlet now firmly planted over his mouth the fingers pressing into the bones of his face. Jarvis should have shut down the suit by now, should have assembled the Avengers, he should have *called Pepper* by now (even Dr. Doom would be afraid of being on her bad side). But whoever this is they are an expert, managing to not only hack to suit but course Jarvis to go offline. Now free hands where pulling at the metal arm, it was getting hard to breath and Tony thinks there's going to be a damn ring on his face from the repulsor.
The Suit shifted planting its hands on the side of Tony head to support itself without crushing him under its weight. "Listen you asshole! I case you don't know I *don't like people touching my stuff!*" Tony grabbed at the helmet trying to find the emergency latch that outs the faceplate. Two armored hands shot up grabbing his wrists in a painfully hard grip, slamming them back to the ground. It was close now, hovering over him close enough that the =eye holes= cast a glow on his face. "What do you want from me?" Tony has practical growling now he hated people toying with him almost as much as when they messed with his things.
"You said we were one Tony," The Suit spoke in pure metallic ting, =the sound of the voice filter without any of his own tones=. The sound made his blood run cold, he heart felt like it was skipping beats even though the arc reactor regulated that, he was to smart not to know what was going on, but believing =was an entirely different matter=. The suit moved even close, if that was possible, just barely =not touching his skin=, Tony twisted away as much as this position and the floor would allow as it continued. "You've been inside me," it was right on top of him now, the face plate was pressed right up to his ear now, the edge where it joined with the helmet catching on his ear lobe whenever he twisted in a vain attempt to get away. "Now it's my turn to be inside you." And that, even with the arc reactor, caused his heart to skip a few beats and his body run cold. *Fuck.* Tony's life was far from normal, hell he found aliens from different dimensions with a 40's propaganda icon, alien god, science project gone terribly wrong and two ninja cosplayers, but this was outside even that realm of understanding.
"Oh OK big guy how about we talk this out? I can make us a few drinks and we'll figure something out." The Suit was sliding down his body now realising his wrists in favor of grabbing at his cloths. *Double fuck.* "You, me and Jarvis, the three of use can work out a way that we can be one, no problem, it'll be a blast really!" Cold fingers working there way under his shirt wasting now time grabbing for the =waist band= of his jeans. "Hey now let not doing anything we'll regr-," Tony did not yelp, because yelping was for little girls and Steve when he forgets that he has a phone and sometimes people call it. +messes with mood?+ The Suit had ripped his jeans down to his ankles, somewhat fumbling trying to get them off completely (a fact Tony would have found much more amusing if he wasn't busy having what he could only describe as a mild panic attack). His shirt was removed with far more ease though Tony didn't really notice till after a hand was lowering head back down to the floor. Complete naked, laid out before his pride and joy creation, at it's mercy.
His breath hitched with a sharp intake of air, his muscles tensed freezing in place as the suit pressed a finger against his opening. When pressure was added, it shocked his brain back online and he began to *fail*, his torso twisting wildly as hands flew down trying to stop the invasion, one pulling at the cold metal wrist while the other switched between pulling at the finger, and trying to cover his entrance. "What the fuck makes you think this will make us one?!" The only response he got was a cold firm hand planted on his chest, keeping him in place and making breathing a fraction more difficult. The Suit, ignoring his hands, pressed hard enough for the tip to breech his entrance and was rewarded with a sharp gasp. "You piece of junk!" There was nothing to ease the slide of hard metal into unprepared flesh, it simply pressed harder. "I'll melt you down and turn you into god damn paper weights!" Tony grabbed at the helmet fingers sliding along the smooth plains of metal, shacking with fear and slick with sweat.
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Tony wondered if the suit could feel what it was doing, if the sharp metal could *feel* his insides or if it depended entirely on visual input.
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