fic Steve -Deals- With Fury
Title Steve -Deals- With Fury
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 2,011
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. This is the sequel to the first version: If You Let Him What, Tony?
Steve -Deals- with Fury
“That will be all today, gentlemen, lady.”
The members of the Ultimates scrapped back their chairs and stood, leaving the meeting room. Nearly all of them had left when Fury called out, “Stark! A moment if you would.” The unspoken ‘now’ hung in the air.
“Of course, Nick.” Tony plastered on the same charismatic smile he gave his board of directors and the press.
“Let’s…talk in my office.” Fury led the way to his office, folders under his arm and a slight smirk on his lips. Granted he had already fucked the younger man twice this week, he just couldn’t resist adding on one more day. Not like Stark could complain.
Reaching his door he held it open for the other man before entering and locking it behind them. With his mind preoccupied by what was to come he failed to notice the very pissed off solider, the disbelieving god, and the tiny woman flitting between them stalking the two the entire way.
Fury tossed the pile of papers onto his desk carelessly. He sat down behind his desk and spread his legs, single eye glaring at Tony. “Get on your knees, rich boy.” He sighed as slightly unsteady hands undid his pants and freed his erection. A hitch in his breathing was the only indication that Tony had sucked his entire length into his mouth.
A loud pounding on his door startled both of them. Teeth grazed his length too sharply and he reached down and yanked on black hair. “Watch it!” he snarled at the man under his desk. “Who is it?” he called out.
“Lemme in, Fury.”
Shit, Fury thought. What the fuck does Rogers want now? He doesn’t know does he? “Stay right where you are, Stark. Don’t you dare stop,” he hissed out. He forcefully maneuvered Tony underneath the desk and rolled his chair close, trapping him down there. Just in case. Louder he informed Steve, “The door’s locked and I’m busy! Come back later!”
Silence. For five seconds Fury believed that Rogers had moved on. The hand wrapped around strands of Stark’s hair released to pet him mockingly. “Good boy, Tony. You’ve gotten so good at this over the months. I’m rather glad I agreed to this.”
A resounding screech of metal being torn from its hinges had him standing with hands instinctively reaching for guns he normally carried on his person. Guns that were right now safely locked away in his drawers. He stood there in shock, dick hanging out, with Captain fucking America barring his now open doorway. The man had his hands clenched in tight fists, eyes racking over his body to land on the top of his desk. More than likely he was looking through it at the man he knew to be underneath it.
“Tuck yourself back in, solider. You and I get to have a little ‘chat’ now.” Steve’s voice was deathly calm. He hadn’t moved from the doorway but Fury could tell the man was contemplating something drastic.
“Now just a Goddamned second here, Rogers!” Fury was stalling for time as he shoved himself back into his pants and zipped up. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing smashing your way into my office like you’re the Goddamned Hulk?” Maybe if he was able to prolong the inevitable fight reinforcements would arrive. Surely someone had to of heard all the commotion? Unless Captain America had somehow made everyone turn a blind eye. But how? Why?
Captain America strode into the room slowly. With deliberate care he picked up the fallen door. Someone outside whispered something to him then took the door from him to hold it in place. Fury was able to catch a glimpse of long blond hair before the doorway was once again blocked.
Shit! Is Thor in on this, too? Fury reached over to grab his phone and call for backup. Lightning quick Steve was at his side slamming his fist down on top of Fury’s outstretched hand. All three men could hear bones crunching.
“What’s the matter, Nick? You do something naughty?” He ground his fist into the flesh below, feeling the bones grinding together. “Are you scared? Scared maybe because I found something out that you don’t want Tony to find out?” Without looking away from the haunted expression in Fury’s eye Steve spoke up, “Come on out from under there, Tony. I have something you might like to hear. Something interesting about me and the government that Fury failed to inform you of.”
“Oh fuck no you don’t!” Fury snarled, spitting in anger. He brought his free hand up and slugged Steve in the nose. The move caused Steve to stumble back more in surprise than in pain. Blood leaked out of his broken nose as he grabbed the other man by the lapels and dragged him over the desk. A punch to the gut as soon as he cleared it had him doubling over gasping. This felt him open to welcome Steve’s elbow to the back of his neck.
Fury landed face first onto the floor, his own nose cracking as it impacted with the unforgiving ground. Nerves tingled from his neck down. The blow he’d been dealt was hard enough and hit just right to temporary paralyze him. He lay there wheezing, trying to come up with a way to get out of this. Thor, it appeared, was guarding the door, a thoroughly pissed off Captain America was standing over him waiting for him to get up, and an armorless Tony Stark was half standing to the side of his desk with wide eyes and slack jawed.
“Come here, Tony,” Steve commanded the stunned man. He stepped away from Fury’s prone form as Tony walked over to him. Tony made sure to stay as far away from the other man as possible as he approached Steve. “Come here,” he encouraged, holding out his hand when Tony had stopped a few feet short of being by his side.
When the shorter man got close enough he put his arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. His hand rubbed up and down Tony’s arm comfortingly as he whispered into his ear. “Remember what I promised you last night?” He wiped the blood off his mouth when Tony nodded dumbly. “Well, before that happens I’m going to tell you something important.
“I had Jan do some digging and found out something quite spectacular. It just so happens that Fury was right that the government did own me. Did. Past tense. They don’t anymore because I died in the ice. The fact that I was in suspended animation means nothing. I was legally dead when I was pulled from the water. ‘Til death do you part’ and all that. Therefore,” he glared down at Fury’s single eye watching them. “Therefore I am no longer the property of the United States of America. I’m a free agent who’s able to choose who I work for. So this little ‘agreement’ that Fury struck with you was for his own guilty pleasure. He knew and you didn’t and he used that against you.”
Steve let his arm slip down Tony’s to wrap around his waist, pressing his chest and hips tight against his side. He turned his head so he could shove his tongue down Tony’s throat right in front of the incapacitated man below. For his part Tony raised his arms and shoved Steve’s cowl off, threading his fingers through the short blond hair. The kiss lasted for a good minute before they separated.
“Now. I do believe that I promised you’d be on the floor between us, Tony.” He ran a hand through Tony’s hair, cradling the back of his head. “On your knees, boy. Show Fury that he can’t have you anymore.” A shudder raced down Tony’s back at the throaty command.
“Sir, yes, sir!” He gave a mock salute before dropping to his knees, back to Fury, and loosened the pants of Steve’s uniform. When presented with Steve’s throbbing cock he gave the head a slow lick before swallowing him whole, a happy hum vibrating along the length.
Steve’s hands wound into Tony’s thick strands and slowly guided Tony’s movements. Blue eyes watched as Fury laid there watching him fuck Tony’s mouth at a leisurely pace. Out of the corner of his eye he could see one of Fury’s hands twitching as feeling returned. He really didn’t want to hurry this, Tony was indeed very talented at oral, but he wanted his boy well away from Fury least any fighting began in earnest. With a positively evil smirk directed at the commander of SHIELD he picked up his pace.
Tony nearly chocked when Steve began thrusting faster into his mouth. His hands moved to brace himself on Steve’s hips. Steve seemed to be in a hurry so he did what he was able to speed things up. He relaxed and contracted his throat muscles. With Steve being so massive he couldn’t move his tongue around too much but he’d found over the months that humming worked just as well. It worked just fine when after seconds of humming the ‘Star Spangled Banner’ he found himself struggling to swallow the come shooting into his mouth and down his throat. He could feel some of it trickle out of the corner of his mouth.
His lips tingled when Steve withdrew, saliva and come dripping from his limp cock. Tony lurched forward and reverently licked him clean. Steve’s hands moved to his shoulders, gently massaging them as he carefully packed Steve’s cock back into his pants and zipped him up. With a loving pat to the bulge still present he stood facing Steve, his own smirk firmly in place. A smirk which Steve promptly kissed away, licking his face clean of his come and leaving trace smears of blood from his nose.
“Let’s go. Thor and Janet were quite upset when they found out. I promised them a piece as well.” Steve pulled Tony close and grabbed Tony’s ass. At the questioning look he explained, “They want a piece of Fury, not you. I told them you were mine.” With one final bruising kiss he dragged him towards the off kilter door. Two sharp knocks against it found it moving out of the way for the two men.
“I left you two some, just as promised. Make sure he can’t strike this kind of deal ever again.”
Steve and Thor exchanged solemn nods. Both men understood that a higher authority had not only abused its power but had also dared to use a comrade without their consent. To Janet literally hovering over Thor’s shoulder Steve gave her a parting ‘thank you’ for the hard work she did in such little time. He pulled Tony flush to his side and marched them both down the hallway. He was bound and determined to get them to his place as quickly as possible. The faint sounds of flesh impacting with flesh echoed down the hallway. All curious eyes turned the other way as he and Tony moved past them.
Tony for his part kept his eyes focused straight ahead. It was more than slightly difficult to walk steadily with the raging hardon trapped within his designer slacks. The way he figured it though, was that he was now free of having to take Fury’s cock up his ass twice a week. Maybe now, if he remained a good little boy the whole ride home, Steve would let him fuck him tonight. Not like he would last very long once inside, but there’s ways around that.
He nearly danced with joy as they approached the carport. The hand resting on his hip squeezed once before sliding back to rub against Tony’s ass as their car came into view. Right now Tony didn’t care who saw as he leaned into the caress. He let his own hand mimic Steve’s and when no protest or warning squeeze came he knew that tonight was going to be a good night indeed.
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 2,011
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. This is the sequel to the first version: If You Let Him What, Tony?
Steve -Deals- with Fury
“That will be all today, gentlemen, lady.”
The members of the Ultimates scrapped back their chairs and stood, leaving the meeting room. Nearly all of them had left when Fury called out, “Stark! A moment if you would.” The unspoken ‘now’ hung in the air.
“Of course, Nick.” Tony plastered on the same charismatic smile he gave his board of directors and the press.
“Let’s…talk in my office.” Fury led the way to his office, folders under his arm and a slight smirk on his lips. Granted he had already fucked the younger man twice this week, he just couldn’t resist adding on one more day. Not like Stark could complain.
Reaching his door he held it open for the other man before entering and locking it behind them. With his mind preoccupied by what was to come he failed to notice the very pissed off solider, the disbelieving god, and the tiny woman flitting between them stalking the two the entire way.
Fury tossed the pile of papers onto his desk carelessly. He sat down behind his desk and spread his legs, single eye glaring at Tony. “Get on your knees, rich boy.” He sighed as slightly unsteady hands undid his pants and freed his erection. A hitch in his breathing was the only indication that Tony had sucked his entire length into his mouth.
A loud pounding on his door startled both of them. Teeth grazed his length too sharply and he reached down and yanked on black hair. “Watch it!” he snarled at the man under his desk. “Who is it?” he called out.
“Lemme in, Fury.”
Shit, Fury thought. What the fuck does Rogers want now? He doesn’t know does he? “Stay right where you are, Stark. Don’t you dare stop,” he hissed out. He forcefully maneuvered Tony underneath the desk and rolled his chair close, trapping him down there. Just in case. Louder he informed Steve, “The door’s locked and I’m busy! Come back later!”
Silence. For five seconds Fury believed that Rogers had moved on. The hand wrapped around strands of Stark’s hair released to pet him mockingly. “Good boy, Tony. You’ve gotten so good at this over the months. I’m rather glad I agreed to this.”
A resounding screech of metal being torn from its hinges had him standing with hands instinctively reaching for guns he normally carried on his person. Guns that were right now safely locked away in his drawers. He stood there in shock, dick hanging out, with Captain fucking America barring his now open doorway. The man had his hands clenched in tight fists, eyes racking over his body to land on the top of his desk. More than likely he was looking through it at the man he knew to be underneath it.
“Tuck yourself back in, solider. You and I get to have a little ‘chat’ now.” Steve’s voice was deathly calm. He hadn’t moved from the doorway but Fury could tell the man was contemplating something drastic.
“Now just a Goddamned second here, Rogers!” Fury was stalling for time as he shoved himself back into his pants and zipped up. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing smashing your way into my office like you’re the Goddamned Hulk?” Maybe if he was able to prolong the inevitable fight reinforcements would arrive. Surely someone had to of heard all the commotion? Unless Captain America had somehow made everyone turn a blind eye. But how? Why?
Captain America strode into the room slowly. With deliberate care he picked up the fallen door. Someone outside whispered something to him then took the door from him to hold it in place. Fury was able to catch a glimpse of long blond hair before the doorway was once again blocked.
Shit! Is Thor in on this, too? Fury reached over to grab his phone and call for backup. Lightning quick Steve was at his side slamming his fist down on top of Fury’s outstretched hand. All three men could hear bones crunching.
“What’s the matter, Nick? You do something naughty?” He ground his fist into the flesh below, feeling the bones grinding together. “Are you scared? Scared maybe because I found something out that you don’t want Tony to find out?” Without looking away from the haunted expression in Fury’s eye Steve spoke up, “Come on out from under there, Tony. I have something you might like to hear. Something interesting about me and the government that Fury failed to inform you of.”
“Oh fuck no you don’t!” Fury snarled, spitting in anger. He brought his free hand up and slugged Steve in the nose. The move caused Steve to stumble back more in surprise than in pain. Blood leaked out of his broken nose as he grabbed the other man by the lapels and dragged him over the desk. A punch to the gut as soon as he cleared it had him doubling over gasping. This felt him open to welcome Steve’s elbow to the back of his neck.
Fury landed face first onto the floor, his own nose cracking as it impacted with the unforgiving ground. Nerves tingled from his neck down. The blow he’d been dealt was hard enough and hit just right to temporary paralyze him. He lay there wheezing, trying to come up with a way to get out of this. Thor, it appeared, was guarding the door, a thoroughly pissed off Captain America was standing over him waiting for him to get up, and an armorless Tony Stark was half standing to the side of his desk with wide eyes and slack jawed.
“Come here, Tony,” Steve commanded the stunned man. He stepped away from Fury’s prone form as Tony walked over to him. Tony made sure to stay as far away from the other man as possible as he approached Steve. “Come here,” he encouraged, holding out his hand when Tony had stopped a few feet short of being by his side.
When the shorter man got close enough he put his arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. His hand rubbed up and down Tony’s arm comfortingly as he whispered into his ear. “Remember what I promised you last night?” He wiped the blood off his mouth when Tony nodded dumbly. “Well, before that happens I’m going to tell you something important.
“I had Jan do some digging and found out something quite spectacular. It just so happens that Fury was right that the government did own me. Did. Past tense. They don’t anymore because I died in the ice. The fact that I was in suspended animation means nothing. I was legally dead when I was pulled from the water. ‘Til death do you part’ and all that. Therefore,” he glared down at Fury’s single eye watching them. “Therefore I am no longer the property of the United States of America. I’m a free agent who’s able to choose who I work for. So this little ‘agreement’ that Fury struck with you was for his own guilty pleasure. He knew and you didn’t and he used that against you.”
Steve let his arm slip down Tony’s to wrap around his waist, pressing his chest and hips tight against his side. He turned his head so he could shove his tongue down Tony’s throat right in front of the incapacitated man below. For his part Tony raised his arms and shoved Steve’s cowl off, threading his fingers through the short blond hair. The kiss lasted for a good minute before they separated.
“Now. I do believe that I promised you’d be on the floor between us, Tony.” He ran a hand through Tony’s hair, cradling the back of his head. “On your knees, boy. Show Fury that he can’t have you anymore.” A shudder raced down Tony’s back at the throaty command.
“Sir, yes, sir!” He gave a mock salute before dropping to his knees, back to Fury, and loosened the pants of Steve’s uniform. When presented with Steve’s throbbing cock he gave the head a slow lick before swallowing him whole, a happy hum vibrating along the length.
Steve’s hands wound into Tony’s thick strands and slowly guided Tony’s movements. Blue eyes watched as Fury laid there watching him fuck Tony’s mouth at a leisurely pace. Out of the corner of his eye he could see one of Fury’s hands twitching as feeling returned. He really didn’t want to hurry this, Tony was indeed very talented at oral, but he wanted his boy well away from Fury least any fighting began in earnest. With a positively evil smirk directed at the commander of SHIELD he picked up his pace.
Tony nearly chocked when Steve began thrusting faster into his mouth. His hands moved to brace himself on Steve’s hips. Steve seemed to be in a hurry so he did what he was able to speed things up. He relaxed and contracted his throat muscles. With Steve being so massive he couldn’t move his tongue around too much but he’d found over the months that humming worked just as well. It worked just fine when after seconds of humming the ‘Star Spangled Banner’ he found himself struggling to swallow the come shooting into his mouth and down his throat. He could feel some of it trickle out of the corner of his mouth.
His lips tingled when Steve withdrew, saliva and come dripping from his limp cock. Tony lurched forward and reverently licked him clean. Steve’s hands moved to his shoulders, gently massaging them as he carefully packed Steve’s cock back into his pants and zipped him up. With a loving pat to the bulge still present he stood facing Steve, his own smirk firmly in place. A smirk which Steve promptly kissed away, licking his face clean of his come and leaving trace smears of blood from his nose.
“Let’s go. Thor and Janet were quite upset when they found out. I promised them a piece as well.” Steve pulled Tony close and grabbed Tony’s ass. At the questioning look he explained, “They want a piece of Fury, not you. I told them you were mine.” With one final bruising kiss he dragged him towards the off kilter door. Two sharp knocks against it found it moving out of the way for the two men.
“I left you two some, just as promised. Make sure he can’t strike this kind of deal ever again.”
Steve and Thor exchanged solemn nods. Both men understood that a higher authority had not only abused its power but had also dared to use a comrade without their consent. To Janet literally hovering over Thor’s shoulder Steve gave her a parting ‘thank you’ for the hard work she did in such little time. He pulled Tony flush to his side and marched them both down the hallway. He was bound and determined to get them to his place as quickly as possible. The faint sounds of flesh impacting with flesh echoed down the hallway. All curious eyes turned the other way as he and Tony moved past them.
Tony for his part kept his eyes focused straight ahead. It was more than slightly difficult to walk steadily with the raging hardon trapped within his designer slacks. The way he figured it though, was that he was now free of having to take Fury’s cock up his ass twice a week. Maybe now, if he remained a good little boy the whole ride home, Steve would let him fuck him tonight. Not like he would last very long once inside, but there’s ways around that.
He nearly danced with joy as they approached the carport. The hand resting on his hip squeezed once before sliding back to rub against Tony’s ass as their car came into view. Right now Tony didn’t care who saw as he leaned into the caress. He let his own hand mimic Steve’s and when no protest or warning squeeze came he knew that tonight was going to be a good night indeed.