Another two fics
Title If You Let Him What, Tony? & What Did He Make You Do, Tony?
Author To-Shiki
Rating NC-17
Pairing Ult!Fury/Ult!Tony, Ult!Steve/Ult!Tony, Ult!Tony/Ult!Steve
Warning hinted non-con
Word Count 2,361
Disclaimer They so aren't mine. Beacuse if they were...we would all be rich because I would turn all these fics into canon
Summary For the Marvel Kink Meme: Ult!Tony/ult!Steve, Steve finds out Tony is letting Fury fuck him in exchange for the goverment leaving Steve alone. Someone asked for h/c version which is the second part.
Steve was waiting for him when he exited Fury’s office. He had been standing there leaning against the wall while the two men discussed some vague thing that Tony refused to explain to him. The man didn’t say a word as they made their way to his place. Both men calmly removed their shoes and jackets before moving into the living room. Tony made to go into the kitchen but Steve blocked his path.
“You know, Tony, I couldn’t help but notice the limp you’ve seemed to develop suddenly. Are you alright?” the blond asked him. Blue eyes studied the man before him. Clothes were decidedly more rumpled than when he’d gone into Fury’s office. The telltale limp and the way Tony avoided his eyes told him everything. He just wanted to hear the billionaire say it out loud.
“It’s nothing.” Tony tried to move past Steve.
The blond merely grabbed his arms and backed them into the kitchen. After a brief struggle Tony found himself bent over the kitchen counter with both arms trapped behind his back, held in place with one of Steve’s massive hands.
“I’ve noticed a trend here, Tony. Twice a week you go to meet with Nick in his office and on those nights you leave with a limp and refuse to be anywhere near me.” His free hand traveled down Tony’s side before sliding around to rest on his ass. With firm strokes he rubbed his hand over Tony’s clothed backside, eliciting a pained moan out of the trapped man. “I can’t help but wonder why that is.”
With practiced ease he moved his hand to the front of Tony’s expensive pants and unbuckled the belt. He pulled it free of the belt loops slowly then dropped it to the tile floor. Soon the button was undone and the zipper roughly pulled down. The hand returned to the back, grabbing the waistband and yanking down the pants and boxers. What he saw nearly caused him to break both of Tony’s wrists as his grip tightened in anger.
Not only were there freshly forming bruises on Tony’s hips that Steve didn’t put there but there was come slowly dripping out of Tony’s abused asshole. The area around it was red and there were handprints on his ass cheeks. Handprints that didn’t match the size of his.
He trailed one finger around the outline of the discoloration until he got to Tony’s ass crack. “What, exactly, did the two of you ‘talk’ about in there, Tony?” There was a hard edge to Steve’s tone as the finger ran up and down, carefully avoiding touching Tony’s asshole and the come trickling out.
Tony instinctively jerked his hips at the teasing digit. He pressed the side of his face against the counter top and desperately wished for a strong drink right now. “Nothing! We just talked about-Ow!” His lies were interrupted as Steve drew back his hand and landed a slap against already inflamed skin. The imprint it left behind was slightly bigger than the one before, delighting something primitive in Steve’s mind.
“Try again, Tony.” The hand returned to his ass crack, this time with the same finger from before inserting itself into Tony’s ass. “No lies this time.” The warning was clear in his voice.
“Alright! Ah! Just don’t-Okay.” Damn but he really really wanted a drink now. “Fury, he said that when you’d woken up you belonged to the government.” He paused as a second finger joined the first. He was amazed to discover that he’d tightened up after such a short period of time. “I tried to talk him out of it. I even tried to…to buy you off of him. But he wouldn’t take the deal.” He gasped at the third finger finding its way in.
Steve leaned over him, stilling his fingers. “So what did you do, Tony? Why is it that you leave his office limping? Why is it that on those nights you won’t fuck me, hmm?”
“He-he, um, we came to an agreement.” He winced when the fingers withdrew and the palm of Steve’s hands landed hard against his other cheek. His knees had long since abandoned supporting him between the spankings and finger fucking. Idly he wondered if Steve would let him up for something to drink really quick. Probably not with the way things were going.
Steve unfastened his belt and jeans with jerky movements. “That much is obvious. What. Was. The. Agreement?” He took his throbbing cock out of his pants and stroked roughly, images of what could have been happening without his knowledge fueling both his anger and his arousal.
Tony’s asshole clenched in fear. “We agreed that you wouldn’t be the government’s plaything if I let him-“ He choked on his words when he felt the head of Steve’s erection against his asshole. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. He was supposed to be the one fucking Steve, not the other way around.
“If you let him?” Steve tilted his hips forward just enough for the head to slip inside Tony. “If you let him what, Tony?” It was taking a ridiculously long time for the man below him to answer one simple question.
“If I let him fuck me, alright? He’d leave you alone so long as he got to-argh!”
Whatever else he was about to say was forgotten as Steve plowed into him fast and hard. Keeping one hand pinning his hands behind his back he used the other to hold Tony’s head against the countertop. As he moved in and out of Tony’s already slicked ass Steve whispered into his ear, “So you’ll let Nick fuck you but not me? Why is that, boy?” A particularly harsh jerk of his hips caused Tony to release a pained whine. “I think maybe it’s time we…rethought…our little relationship here.”
The hands holding Tony down released then quickly gripped Tony’s hips in a hold sure to cover up Fury’s marks. Whenever Tony’s freed hand attempted to jerk himself off he would swat them away. After three times of having his hands smacked away Tony resigned himself to gripping the edge of the counter and taking his punishment.
“I think maybe tomorrow Nick and I will be having ourselves a little chat.” Steve thrust into Tony twice more before releasing his load into Tony’s ass. He pulled out quickly, letting the last of it splash against the white and red flesh. His right hand let go of Tony’s hip and swirled the fingertips in the mess dripping down. The left hand also let go so that strong fingers could tangle themselves in Tony’s hair and jerk his head back. The come covered fingers inserted themselves in Tony’s open mouth, demanding he lick them clean.
“Tomorrow,” Steve promised. “Tomorrow Nick and I will talk. And you sure as hell will be there on the floor between us.”
All Tony could do was moan as he came from the mere thought of sucking off both Steve and Fury.
H/C Take
Steve was waiting for him when he exited Fury’s office. Tonight was the first night he had escorted Tony. The slightly shorter man had shot him a guilty look before disappearing behind Fury’s door. He had been standing there leaning against the wall while the two men discussed some vague thing that Tony refused to explain to him. Sadly the office was not soundproof and Fury had a habit of being loud sometimes. Steve had a pretty good idea what they were ‘discussing’.
It involved him, the government, and Tony’s ass.
Half an hour later Tony emerged from the room, a pronounced limp accompanying him. Steve took one look at the rumpled clothing and gently grabbed Tony’s arm. He pulled him to his chest and held him there, one hand on the small of his back the other lightly rubbing over Tony’s ass. Tony merely stood there leaning into Steve’s strength, hands clenching the material of Steve’s shirt. Not a word was spoken as he held him, save for the occasional whimper when Steve’s hand hit a sore spot. When he caught a whiff of Fury’s cigar smoke on Tony’s shoulder he moved the hand on Tony’s ass up to the back of his head.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered, paranoid that Fury might be on the other side of the door listening to them as he had.
Against his chest he felt Tony nod. “Good idea. I need a drink.” He slid his hands to the other man’s chest and lightly pushed away, frowning at the loss of heat Steve’s body had given him. “Your place or mine?” he flirted, batting his eyelashes.
“Gail’s,” Steve chuckled. “She’s been wanting to cook for you. She claims Jarvis and I don’t feed you enough.” He wrapped an arm around Tony’s shoulders and pretended not to notice the limp or the way Tony leaned a little too much into his side.
“Hmm, that sounds divine. Let’s go!” As they walked on Tony couldn’t help but ask, “Think they’ll have any alcohol?” The sound of Steve’s hand smacking against Tony’s bum echoed down the hallway followed by Tony’s startled outrage.
After a delicious home cooked meal that left Tony’s usually flat stomach bulging slightly, the two men tried to leave. Both Gail and Bucky insisted that they stay the night. When a quick glance showed it to be nearly midnight they conceded. Bucky showed them to one of the guest rooms and wished them a good night.
Tony started pulling off his suit jacket when he felt Steve come up behind him. The larger man tugged on his arm, turning him around to face him. Neither said anything for several seconds. Finally Steve pulled Tony’s jacket down far enough to trap his arms at his sides. He placed a light kiss against his lover’s lips before kneeling.
“What did he make you do, Tony?” he asked as he unbuckled Tony’s belt and pants.
For his part Tony leaned back against the wall, knees slightly bent so that his trapped arms could barely graze over the blond hairs. “He, uh, he made me suck him off.” His head jerked back, hitting the wall hard when Steve deep throated him. “Yeah. Oh, yeah just like that.” His fingers were starting to go numb from how hard he was straining against the expensive material. “He made me suck until my jaw was sore.”
When Tony started releasing the telltale whimpers that he was about to come Steve backed off quickly wrapping one hand around the base of Tony’s cock. The other caressed the skin over an exposed hipbone. “I won’t do that to you. Then we’d never get to the other fun part,” he lightly teased the flushed man above him.
A hand finally reached him and tugged on his hair. Taking the hint he stood and kissed him, letting the rarely sober man taste his own precome on his tongue. Both men striped as quickly as they could. He let Tony push him back onto the bed. Steve leaned over to the discarded pants on the floor and pulled out the tube of lube tony had stashed in them. Tony sat in his lap, grabbing his head with both hands and kissing him hard.
He whined as they separated, Steve’s slick hand on his cock being the cause. He pushed insistently on Steve’s chest for the man to lie down. Doing as ordered he lay down and took one hand in his, smearing lube all over the long thin digits. He guided Tony’s hand down to his ass before letting go. “Then what, Tony?” he whispered.
His answer came in the form of Tony ramming three fingers into his ass at once. He barely winced at the intrusion but knew for Tony it had been worse. It was known that when Nick Fury wanted something he rarely ever went about getting it gently. Tony’s eyes locked with his, eyebrows furrowed in hurt and anger. A hint of shame shone through his eyes. He moved his fingers in and out of Steve’s ass only a couple of times before replacing them with his cock.
He slid in, groaning at the tightness surrounding him. He knew without a doubt that he wasn’t going to last long. He placed both hands on either side of Steve’s chest, jerking his hips in and out. Steve raised his hands to pinch and pull at the erect nipples in front of him. A particularly sharp tug on the right caused Tony to spasm, unceremoniously releasing into Steve.
Tony collapsed onto Steve’s chest gasping loudly. He wrapped one arm around Steve while the other maneuvered its way between their bodies to jerk Steve off. Within seconds he could feel Steve’s come wetting both of them. He slipped free of Steve’s body and made to get up for something to clean up with. He was stopped by one large hand placing itself on his chest and pushing down. Obeying the silent order he laid back and awaited Steve’s return, eyes following the naked backside as it disappeared into the adjoining bathroom.
When Steve returned he’d already cleaned himself off and brought a fresh washcloth out to the bedroom. Ignoring Tony’s protests that he could do it himself, he took the wet cloth and ran it lovingly over Tony’s stomach, smiling as it curved over the full stomach, and down to his privates. He made sure to completely wipe away the come still dripping out of Tony’s ass. When done he dropped the cloth onto Tony’s clothes hoping in vain that it could somehow soak of the stench of his commander off his lover’s clothing.
The two settled down, Steve wrapping his arms securely around Tony. “We’ll figure something out, Tony,” he promised as he felt Tony’s body slowly relax into the embrace. His arms tightened possessively for a split second. He could still smell cigar smoke in Tony’s hair. There may even be ashes in the dark tresses. After a while he’d make him take a shower with him to wash the last traces of Fury away.
Author To-Shiki
Rating NC-17
Pairing Ult!Fury/Ult!Tony, Ult!Steve/Ult!Tony, Ult!Tony/Ult!Steve
Warning hinted non-con
Word Count 2,361
Disclaimer They so aren't mine. Beacuse if they were...we would all be rich because I would turn all these fics into canon
Summary For the Marvel Kink Meme: Ult!Tony/ult!Steve, Steve finds out Tony is letting Fury fuck him in exchange for the goverment leaving Steve alone. Someone asked for h/c version which is the second part.
Steve was waiting for him when he exited Fury’s office. He had been standing there leaning against the wall while the two men discussed some vague thing that Tony refused to explain to him. The man didn’t say a word as they made their way to his place. Both men calmly removed their shoes and jackets before moving into the living room. Tony made to go into the kitchen but Steve blocked his path.
“You know, Tony, I couldn’t help but notice the limp you’ve seemed to develop suddenly. Are you alright?” the blond asked him. Blue eyes studied the man before him. Clothes were decidedly more rumpled than when he’d gone into Fury’s office. The telltale limp and the way Tony avoided his eyes told him everything. He just wanted to hear the billionaire say it out loud.
“It’s nothing.” Tony tried to move past Steve.
The blond merely grabbed his arms and backed them into the kitchen. After a brief struggle Tony found himself bent over the kitchen counter with both arms trapped behind his back, held in place with one of Steve’s massive hands.
“I’ve noticed a trend here, Tony. Twice a week you go to meet with Nick in his office and on those nights you leave with a limp and refuse to be anywhere near me.” His free hand traveled down Tony’s side before sliding around to rest on his ass. With firm strokes he rubbed his hand over Tony’s clothed backside, eliciting a pained moan out of the trapped man. “I can’t help but wonder why that is.”
With practiced ease he moved his hand to the front of Tony’s expensive pants and unbuckled the belt. He pulled it free of the belt loops slowly then dropped it to the tile floor. Soon the button was undone and the zipper roughly pulled down. The hand returned to the back, grabbing the waistband and yanking down the pants and boxers. What he saw nearly caused him to break both of Tony’s wrists as his grip tightened in anger.
Not only were there freshly forming bruises on Tony’s hips that Steve didn’t put there but there was come slowly dripping out of Tony’s abused asshole. The area around it was red and there were handprints on his ass cheeks. Handprints that didn’t match the size of his.
He trailed one finger around the outline of the discoloration until he got to Tony’s ass crack. “What, exactly, did the two of you ‘talk’ about in there, Tony?” There was a hard edge to Steve’s tone as the finger ran up and down, carefully avoiding touching Tony’s asshole and the come trickling out.
Tony instinctively jerked his hips at the teasing digit. He pressed the side of his face against the counter top and desperately wished for a strong drink right now. “Nothing! We just talked about-Ow!” His lies were interrupted as Steve drew back his hand and landed a slap against already inflamed skin. The imprint it left behind was slightly bigger than the one before, delighting something primitive in Steve’s mind.
“Try again, Tony.” The hand returned to his ass crack, this time with the same finger from before inserting itself into Tony’s ass. “No lies this time.” The warning was clear in his voice.
“Alright! Ah! Just don’t-Okay.” Damn but he really really wanted a drink now. “Fury, he said that when you’d woken up you belonged to the government.” He paused as a second finger joined the first. He was amazed to discover that he’d tightened up after such a short period of time. “I tried to talk him out of it. I even tried to…to buy you off of him. But he wouldn’t take the deal.” He gasped at the third finger finding its way in.
Steve leaned over him, stilling his fingers. “So what did you do, Tony? Why is it that you leave his office limping? Why is it that on those nights you won’t fuck me, hmm?”
“He-he, um, we came to an agreement.” He winced when the fingers withdrew and the palm of Steve’s hands landed hard against his other cheek. His knees had long since abandoned supporting him between the spankings and finger fucking. Idly he wondered if Steve would let him up for something to drink really quick. Probably not with the way things were going.
Steve unfastened his belt and jeans with jerky movements. “That much is obvious. What. Was. The. Agreement?” He took his throbbing cock out of his pants and stroked roughly, images of what could have been happening without his knowledge fueling both his anger and his arousal.
Tony’s asshole clenched in fear. “We agreed that you wouldn’t be the government’s plaything if I let him-“ He choked on his words when he felt the head of Steve’s erection against his asshole. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. He was supposed to be the one fucking Steve, not the other way around.
“If you let him?” Steve tilted his hips forward just enough for the head to slip inside Tony. “If you let him what, Tony?” It was taking a ridiculously long time for the man below him to answer one simple question.
“If I let him fuck me, alright? He’d leave you alone so long as he got to-argh!”
Whatever else he was about to say was forgotten as Steve plowed into him fast and hard. Keeping one hand pinning his hands behind his back he used the other to hold Tony’s head against the countertop. As he moved in and out of Tony’s already slicked ass Steve whispered into his ear, “So you’ll let Nick fuck you but not me? Why is that, boy?” A particularly harsh jerk of his hips caused Tony to release a pained whine. “I think maybe it’s time we…rethought…our little relationship here.”
The hands holding Tony down released then quickly gripped Tony’s hips in a hold sure to cover up Fury’s marks. Whenever Tony’s freed hand attempted to jerk himself off he would swat them away. After three times of having his hands smacked away Tony resigned himself to gripping the edge of the counter and taking his punishment.
“I think maybe tomorrow Nick and I will be having ourselves a little chat.” Steve thrust into Tony twice more before releasing his load into Tony’s ass. He pulled out quickly, letting the last of it splash against the white and red flesh. His right hand let go of Tony’s hip and swirled the fingertips in the mess dripping down. The left hand also let go so that strong fingers could tangle themselves in Tony’s hair and jerk his head back. The come covered fingers inserted themselves in Tony’s open mouth, demanding he lick them clean.
“Tomorrow,” Steve promised. “Tomorrow Nick and I will talk. And you sure as hell will be there on the floor between us.”
All Tony could do was moan as he came from the mere thought of sucking off both Steve and Fury.
H/C Take
Steve was waiting for him when he exited Fury’s office. Tonight was the first night he had escorted Tony. The slightly shorter man had shot him a guilty look before disappearing behind Fury’s door. He had been standing there leaning against the wall while the two men discussed some vague thing that Tony refused to explain to him. Sadly the office was not soundproof and Fury had a habit of being loud sometimes. Steve had a pretty good idea what they were ‘discussing’.
It involved him, the government, and Tony’s ass.
Half an hour later Tony emerged from the room, a pronounced limp accompanying him. Steve took one look at the rumpled clothing and gently grabbed Tony’s arm. He pulled him to his chest and held him there, one hand on the small of his back the other lightly rubbing over Tony’s ass. Tony merely stood there leaning into Steve’s strength, hands clenching the material of Steve’s shirt. Not a word was spoken as he held him, save for the occasional whimper when Steve’s hand hit a sore spot. When he caught a whiff of Fury’s cigar smoke on Tony’s shoulder he moved the hand on Tony’s ass up to the back of his head.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered, paranoid that Fury might be on the other side of the door listening to them as he had.
Against his chest he felt Tony nod. “Good idea. I need a drink.” He slid his hands to the other man’s chest and lightly pushed away, frowning at the loss of heat Steve’s body had given him. “Your place or mine?” he flirted, batting his eyelashes.
“Gail’s,” Steve chuckled. “She’s been wanting to cook for you. She claims Jarvis and I don’t feed you enough.” He wrapped an arm around Tony’s shoulders and pretended not to notice the limp or the way Tony leaned a little too much into his side.
“Hmm, that sounds divine. Let’s go!” As they walked on Tony couldn’t help but ask, “Think they’ll have any alcohol?” The sound of Steve’s hand smacking against Tony’s bum echoed down the hallway followed by Tony’s startled outrage.
After a delicious home cooked meal that left Tony’s usually flat stomach bulging slightly, the two men tried to leave. Both Gail and Bucky insisted that they stay the night. When a quick glance showed it to be nearly midnight they conceded. Bucky showed them to one of the guest rooms and wished them a good night.
Tony started pulling off his suit jacket when he felt Steve come up behind him. The larger man tugged on his arm, turning him around to face him. Neither said anything for several seconds. Finally Steve pulled Tony’s jacket down far enough to trap his arms at his sides. He placed a light kiss against his lover’s lips before kneeling.
“What did he make you do, Tony?” he asked as he unbuckled Tony’s belt and pants.
For his part Tony leaned back against the wall, knees slightly bent so that his trapped arms could barely graze over the blond hairs. “He, uh, he made me suck him off.” His head jerked back, hitting the wall hard when Steve deep throated him. “Yeah. Oh, yeah just like that.” His fingers were starting to go numb from how hard he was straining against the expensive material. “He made me suck until my jaw was sore.”
When Tony started releasing the telltale whimpers that he was about to come Steve backed off quickly wrapping one hand around the base of Tony’s cock. The other caressed the skin over an exposed hipbone. “I won’t do that to you. Then we’d never get to the other fun part,” he lightly teased the flushed man above him.
A hand finally reached him and tugged on his hair. Taking the hint he stood and kissed him, letting the rarely sober man taste his own precome on his tongue. Both men striped as quickly as they could. He let Tony push him back onto the bed. Steve leaned over to the discarded pants on the floor and pulled out the tube of lube tony had stashed in them. Tony sat in his lap, grabbing his head with both hands and kissing him hard.
He whined as they separated, Steve’s slick hand on his cock being the cause. He pushed insistently on Steve’s chest for the man to lie down. Doing as ordered he lay down and took one hand in his, smearing lube all over the long thin digits. He guided Tony’s hand down to his ass before letting go. “Then what, Tony?” he whispered.
His answer came in the form of Tony ramming three fingers into his ass at once. He barely winced at the intrusion but knew for Tony it had been worse. It was known that when Nick Fury wanted something he rarely ever went about getting it gently. Tony’s eyes locked with his, eyebrows furrowed in hurt and anger. A hint of shame shone through his eyes. He moved his fingers in and out of Steve’s ass only a couple of times before replacing them with his cock.
He slid in, groaning at the tightness surrounding him. He knew without a doubt that he wasn’t going to last long. He placed both hands on either side of Steve’s chest, jerking his hips in and out. Steve raised his hands to pinch and pull at the erect nipples in front of him. A particularly sharp tug on the right caused Tony to spasm, unceremoniously releasing into Steve.
Tony collapsed onto Steve’s chest gasping loudly. He wrapped one arm around Steve while the other maneuvered its way between their bodies to jerk Steve off. Within seconds he could feel Steve’s come wetting both of them. He slipped free of Steve’s body and made to get up for something to clean up with. He was stopped by one large hand placing itself on his chest and pushing down. Obeying the silent order he laid back and awaited Steve’s return, eyes following the naked backside as it disappeared into the adjoining bathroom.
When Steve returned he’d already cleaned himself off and brought a fresh washcloth out to the bedroom. Ignoring Tony’s protests that he could do it himself, he took the wet cloth and ran it lovingly over Tony’s stomach, smiling as it curved over the full stomach, and down to his privates. He made sure to completely wipe away the come still dripping out of Tony’s ass. When done he dropped the cloth onto Tony’s clothes hoping in vain that it could somehow soak of the stench of his commander off his lover’s clothing.
The two settled down, Steve wrapping his arms securely around Tony. “We’ll figure something out, Tony,” he promised as he felt Tony’s body slowly relax into the embrace. His arms tightened possessively for a split second. He could still smell cigar smoke in Tony’s hair. There may even be ashes in the dark tresses. After a while he’d make him take a shower with him to wash the last traces of Fury away.