You were sensible to the very bitter end, my friend (Three)
Title: You were sensible to the very bitter end, my friend
Author: MetaAllu
Universe: Civil War AU.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: AU. After his death, Steve wakes up in a world where there is no such things as superheroes, Registration never happened, friends he’d lost are still alive and last but not least, he’s married to Tony Stark.
Author's Note: I should be doing homework. Clearly I am not.
[ Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five ]
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Steve wakes up to Tony shaking his shoulder and then he's hit with the realization that he fell asleep. He jerks into an upright position and Tony chuckles.
"Hey, sleepyhead," he murmurs, then leans down and kisses his forehead. Steve closes his eyes, emotions and memories blurring together in the haze of sleep and gives a hazy smile when Tony settles on his lap like it's nothing unusual. It takes him a few moments to remember that for this Tony, it's probably not; for him it was but a thing of fantasy. Oh, what he would have done back home to have this stubborn mule of a man in his lap.
"Hey," he murmurs, hand slipping under Tony's suit jacket to rest on the small of his back, warmth seeping through his button-up shirt. This Tony doesn't have an arc reactor. Steve thinks that's odd. Not that he'd really seen Tony much bare with nothing but the arc reactor, but it was strange to think that something he'd come to accept as there because it was Tony and that was just the way it was, was no longer there.
Tony smiles against his forehead, and Steve is surprised to the find the feeling of beard doesn't jar him anymore. Those lips travel slowly downwards and then brush slowly over his, seeming almost hesitant and Steve surprises himself when he pulls Tony closer, seeking out contact. Tony sighs into his mouth and shifts, kissing Steve softly, as if it's the only thing he could possibly want in the entire world, which is absolutely ridiculous, but it's a nice feeling anyway.
Tony shifts slightly in his lap, and the kiss gets deeper surprisingly quickly. Even more surprising is how Steve finds himself encouraging the behaviour, pulling Tony closer, groaning into his mouth. God, this is good. He doesn't know why it's good, but it is. He'd never really actively thought of himself as attracted to men, Tony maybe, but not men. There is really something about this, though; the hard angles, the firm press of a body close to his, the solid angles, that damn facial hair.
Steve learns that Tony knows some very interesting tricks with his tongue and has very clever fingers, and he's in the middle drowning in a pool of sensations when he realizes what those clever fingers are doing and where this is all leading. He freezes up, terror landing like lead in his stomach.
"Wait," he gasps out, groaning when Tony makes a noise of protest. God, he's so eager for it. Steve had never imagined, not even in his wildest fantasies- "Wait. Wait, wait, Tony... I'm...." he swallows dryly. "I'm too tired," he lies.
Tony pauses, looking at Steve carefully. He look a little downtrodden, but being fresh out of the hospital is also a very good reason to be tired, so Tony nods slowly. Then he bites his bottom lip and slips off the sofa and looks up at him hopefully.
"Then..." he trails off, nuzzling Steve's thigh and something inside of Steve - god, he doesn't know if it's him or the other him and he doesn't want to - surges, rising up, bubbling with overwhelming want and washing over him in a way he'd never even known was possible. Tony looks really, really good on his knees.
"Then, is this okay?" Tony fairly purrs. Steve swallows dryly. This is bad, because it's not the other him, it's not the memories or ghost touches, and he's not thinking about this Tony, he's imagining it's his Tony: the drunken, power-hungry idiot with a glowing pacemaker in his chest.
"Yeah," he whispers. "That's okay."
Tony lights up light a Christmas tree, then reaches for his jeans button and zipper, dealing with them quickly. Steve has a momentary moment of panic until he realizes that he's hard as all hell and he wants this. Well, actually, that is a whole other kind of problem; he's never wanted this before, so why does he want it now? It's a mildly dizzying problem that takes up far too much brain power which, as it turns out, is not brain power he actually has at his disposal right now because Tony is between his legs, with a hand on each thigh, staring right up at him with those gorgeous eyes of his, and god, his mouth.
Steve isn't entirely sure what Tony does, but Steve knows that he lets him, and that it's good, and that Tony really fucking know what he's doing, and that it's not just a mouth, it's Tony. That's what does it in the end, that's what has him squirming, pulling Tony's hair and begging - please, please, oh, please. That's what does it in the end, and Tony swallows everything he's given with greed.
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Sleep comes easily that night, with Tony wrapped in his arms.
Author: MetaAllu
Universe: Civil War AU.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: AU. After his death, Steve wakes up in a world where there is no such things as superheroes, Registration never happened, friends he’d lost are still alive and last but not least, he’s married to Tony Stark.
Author's Note: I should be doing homework. Clearly I am not.
[ Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five ]
*
Steve wakes up to Tony shaking his shoulder and then he's hit with the realization that he fell asleep. He jerks into an upright position and Tony chuckles.
"Hey, sleepyhead," he murmurs, then leans down and kisses his forehead. Steve closes his eyes, emotions and memories blurring together in the haze of sleep and gives a hazy smile when Tony settles on his lap like it's nothing unusual. It takes him a few moments to remember that for this Tony, it's probably not; for him it was but a thing of fantasy. Oh, what he would have done back home to have this stubborn mule of a man in his lap.
"Hey," he murmurs, hand slipping under Tony's suit jacket to rest on the small of his back, warmth seeping through his button-up shirt. This Tony doesn't have an arc reactor. Steve thinks that's odd. Not that he'd really seen Tony much bare with nothing but the arc reactor, but it was strange to think that something he'd come to accept as there because it was Tony and that was just the way it was, was no longer there.
Tony smiles against his forehead, and Steve is surprised to the find the feeling of beard doesn't jar him anymore. Those lips travel slowly downwards and then brush slowly over his, seeming almost hesitant and Steve surprises himself when he pulls Tony closer, seeking out contact. Tony sighs into his mouth and shifts, kissing Steve softly, as if it's the only thing he could possibly want in the entire world, which is absolutely ridiculous, but it's a nice feeling anyway.
Tony shifts slightly in his lap, and the kiss gets deeper surprisingly quickly. Even more surprising is how Steve finds himself encouraging the behaviour, pulling Tony closer, groaning into his mouth. God, this is good. He doesn't know why it's good, but it is. He'd never really actively thought of himself as attracted to men, Tony maybe, but not men. There is really something about this, though; the hard angles, the firm press of a body close to his, the solid angles, that damn facial hair.
Steve learns that Tony knows some very interesting tricks with his tongue and has very clever fingers, and he's in the middle drowning in a pool of sensations when he realizes what those clever fingers are doing and where this is all leading. He freezes up, terror landing like lead in his stomach.
"Wait," he gasps out, groaning when Tony makes a noise of protest. God, he's so eager for it. Steve had never imagined, not even in his wildest fantasies- "Wait. Wait, wait, Tony... I'm...." he swallows dryly. "I'm too tired," he lies.
Tony pauses, looking at Steve carefully. He look a little downtrodden, but being fresh out of the hospital is also a very good reason to be tired, so Tony nods slowly. Then he bites his bottom lip and slips off the sofa and looks up at him hopefully.
"Then..." he trails off, nuzzling Steve's thigh and something inside of Steve - god, he doesn't know if it's him or the other him and he doesn't want to - surges, rising up, bubbling with overwhelming want and washing over him in a way he'd never even known was possible. Tony looks really, really good on his knees.
"Then, is this okay?" Tony fairly purrs. Steve swallows dryly. This is bad, because it's not the other him, it's not the memories or ghost touches, and he's not thinking about this Tony, he's imagining it's his Tony: the drunken, power-hungry idiot with a glowing pacemaker in his chest.
"Yeah," he whispers. "That's okay."
Tony lights up light a Christmas tree, then reaches for his jeans button and zipper, dealing with them quickly. Steve has a momentary moment of panic until he realizes that he's hard as all hell and he wants this. Well, actually, that is a whole other kind of problem; he's never wanted this before, so why does he want it now? It's a mildly dizzying problem that takes up far too much brain power which, as it turns out, is not brain power he actually has at his disposal right now because Tony is between his legs, with a hand on each thigh, staring right up at him with those gorgeous eyes of his, and god, his mouth.
Steve isn't entirely sure what Tony does, but Steve knows that he lets him, and that it's good, and that Tony really fucking know what he's doing, and that it's not just a mouth, it's Tony. That's what does it in the end, that's what has him squirming, pulling Tony's hair and begging - please, please, oh, please. That's what does it in the end, and Tony swallows everything he's given with greed.
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Sleep comes easily that night, with Tony wrapped in his arms.