Fight And Resist

[mjls]

Author : mjls 
pairing : Bruce Wayne/Tony Stark
Rating : NC-17 (has sex in it)
Summary : fighting was never so interesting before
disclaimer : I don't own anything, I just enjoyed writing this for fun.
Author's Note : okay, this is my first time writing this pairing, also my first time having a try at NC-17 so be gentle, comments are love and I hope you guys like this small fic I wrote!

Their muscles flexed with every move they made. Hitting each other, blocking the other person's attack. Sweat was dripping down their foreheads and their shirts were already drenched in sweat. For once, Tony wasn't wearing an expensive business suit, neither was Bruce. Both men were in simple sweatpants and a shirt. Tony's sparring room was big with a lot of windows, but the sight outside calmed them the moment they walked in. If you opened one of the windows, you could hear the wind making waves that crashed against the rocks down below.

Panting, Bruce and Tony hit each other in the jaw and fell backwards on the mat in unison. They both grinned at each other, wiping some of their hair out of their eyes and helped up one another. Tony threw one of the fresh towels at Bruce, hitting him in the chest. Bruce grinned and dabbed his face with the towel before throwing it on the floor next to his feet and taking of his shirt, showing his muscled chest.

He bended over to pick up the towel again, and then hung it around his neck, smirking at Tony even if the other man had his back turned to him. Tony looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at Bruce, suddenly staring at the other man's chest. A smirk growing on his lips as he turned around and faced the man. Before Bruce could say anything, Tony was already taking of his own shirt, throwing it in one of the corners of the room and nodding at Bruce, getting back in position.

Tony's chest was slightly less muscled than Bruce's, which was normal considering Bruce worked out more. He didn't have an iron suit to protect his body against bullets, like Tony did. Tony however, had more power in his arms than Bruce did. Notable as he more busy with his arms and hands than Bruce. The brown haired man smirked and kept looking at Tony who was in position, waiting for Bruce to get in a similar position. Throwing his towel away, Bruce ran over to Tony and stood in front of him in position, their faces inches away from each other.

Bruce quickly ducked and tried to trip Tony and so straddle him, forcing him to give up. But the black haired man had somehow foreseen this move and did a backwards salto, jumping away from Bruce's attack in time and landing on his feet safely a bit further away. Bruce growled and glared at Tony, running up to the man who dodged the attack by stepping aside but was quickly hit by Bruce's arm anyway. Tony bit his lip, wincing slightly and then pushed the pain away (like Bruce had taught him) before throwing a fist at the man.

His fist hit Bruce square on the cheek, making the man stagger just a bit before he regained balance and threw the punch back at Tony who caught it in his arm and twisted it slightly so Bruce yelled it out. Pulling Bruce closer, Tony's other free arm quickly wrapped itself around the man's neck, holding him against his chest and smirking, leaning close to Bruce, his hot and short breaths tickling the man's ear.

“Why aren't we having sex yet?”

Bruce grunted and hit Tony in the stomach with his elbow, breaking loose from the grip the man had. Gasping for air, Bruce quickly took a few steps away from Tony who glared at Bruce for doing that. Bruce smirked, calming down his breathing again and then relaxing when he realized that Tony wasn't going to do anything to him.

“Stop being so impatient and I'll consider it.”

“You're such a tease.”

“You fucking love it,” Bruce grinned, walking up to Tony and trailing up and down his chest with one of his fingers, leaning incredibly close to his face but pulling back before Tony could take it further.

“I'm not sure if I do,” Tony pouted.

“Sure you do,” Bruce nodded, “otherwise you wouldn't love me.”

Tony rolled his eyes and then just walked over to Bruce, placing his hands on his shoulders and pulling him closer in a brief kiss. Bruce responded by trying to hit Tony in the face but one of Tony's hands let go of a shoulder and grabbed Bruce's wrist, smirking in the kiss. Bruce cursed and pushed himself off on Tony's chest. Not giving up, Tony walked up to Bruce again, pressing his lips against Bruce's again. This time, Bruce didn't reject the kiss but instead got his fingers through Tony's hair, pulling him closer.

“Fuck,” Bruce pushed Tony away again, glaring at the man who was smirking and recovering from the heated kiss they had just shared. Bruce turned his back to Tony and walked to the other side of the room to get a bottle of water out of the fridge. Tony stared at Bruce's back flexing every muscle as he opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle, slamming the door back close.

Slowly, Tony walked over to Bruce, placing his hands on his hips and pulling him closer, kissing his bare shoulder. Turning Bruce around, Tony started kissing his neck and moving down his chest, savoring every small inch of his skin underneath his lips while Bruce gasped and started messing with the waistband of Tony's pants.

Tony's hand moved down slightly, halting closer to Bruce's covered thigh. Bruce broke the kiss and looked at Tony, slapping him on the arm repeatedly but Tony didn't let go of the grip he had on Bruce's hips. Quickly starting the kiss again, he ignored Bruce hitting his chest a few times before giving in again, his knees buckling slightly as Tony started moving his sweatpants down his hips bit by bit. A moan erupted from Bruce's throat as Tony's fingers moved closer to his thigh, caressing it while his lips were softly sucking at his neck.

“Impatient little fuck,” Bruce groaned, letting his fingers roam through Tony's hair as the man moved down his chest, taking each nipple in his mouth for a few long seconds before moving down again and kissing the man's stomach. Tony smirked and pulled the pants down a little bit further so he could continue his trail of kisses.

Clenching his teeth in the waistband of Bruce's boxers, Tony quickly pulled them down while one of his hands stayed around Bruce's erection, moving up and down before Tony moved up again, discarding the pants and standing up completely. Bruce threw his head back and grabbed the wall behind him as support as Tony's lips attached themselves to his neck again, moving upwards across his jawline.

Bruce turned his head enough for Tony to catch his lips, pressing Bruce even closer to the wall while his hand stayed around Bruce's erection, caressing it with his thumb only. Bruce groaned and glared at Tony who smirked, their foreheads touched before Bruce found the strength again to take over and pull down Tony's waist pants himself in one swift move, leaving them both naked.

Halting for a moment, Tony placed both hands back on Bruce's hips, earning a disapproving groan from the man before he nuzzled his face in the crook of Bruce's neck, taking slow breaths and pecking his shoulder blade.

“Now who's the fucking tease here?” Bruce whimpered as he thrusted his hips forward.

Tony shrugged, grabbing the bottle of water Bruce had dropped on the floor, sitting from it and stealing a glance at Bruce every few seconds, enjoying the squirming. Before he knew it, Bruce had grabbed the water bottle back and thrown it across the room, not really caring that it was still open. His hands grabbed both sides of Tony's face, pulling him in a deep kiss before moving away from the wall.

Tony quickly found himself falling down on the mat with Bruce straddling his waist, bending down and starting to kiss his chest, his hand moving around Tony's erection as Tony threw his head back and moaned, enjoying the rough touch. Bruce smirked, moving down from Tony's chest, kissing his sensitive spot briefly before taking him in his mouth, caressing the tip of his rock hard erection with his tongue.

Making fists in Bruce's hair, Tony moaned and buckled his hips upwards, deeper in Bruce's mouth, whimpering slightly as Bruce seemed to halt for a few seconds before he continued, caressing Tony's thigh with one of his free hands in the mean time. Stopping, Bruce pulled back and kissed Tony's thigh, hearing a loud groan from the man who started to fiddle with his hands just to get Bruce to continue what he had started. Bruce smirked before he made his way back up, pressing his lips against the pout present on Tony's lips.

Growling, Tony grabbed Bruce's arms and pushed him up so he was straddling Tony again. Using all the strength he had left in his arms, Tony pushed Bruce down to the side, switching the positions and ending up straddling Bruce himself, smirking and trailing down Bruce's chest with a finger before letting it linger on the hard tip of Bruce's erection.

Bruce scowled and glared at Tony, holding his hands on his hips before thrusting into Tony, making him moan and throw his head back. Bruce smirked and then placed a hand on the back of Tony's neck, pulling him down in a kiss while his free hand stayed on the small of Tony's back.

Their lips hovered above each other for a minute before Tony pushed himself up and almost ran towards the other end of the room to one of the lockers, quickly rummaging through his bag of clothes before turning around with a smirk, a bottle of lube in his hands. Walking back over to Bruce (who had sat up in the mean time), Tony swayed his hips from left to right, the smirk growing bigger as he came closer to Bruce.

"How about we try something new today?"

Bruce frowned, looking at Tony and waiting for the man to continue. Tony opened the bottle and squirted some of the lube on his fingers before straddling Bruce again.

“What's that,” Bruce frowned, looking at Tony who rested his forehead against Bruce's before entering him with one finger, making Bruce gasp.

“Vanilla flavored lube,” Tony whispered, smirking and kissing Bruce.

“Interesting,” Bruce muttered against Tony's lips before he took the man's erection in his own hand and moved up and down.

Tony moved a second finger in, clearly enjoying the fluttering of Bruce's eyelids when he did so and the moan erupting from the man's throat as he moved down momentarily to take Bruce's rock hard erection in his mouth.

“Fuck Tony,” Bruce groaned when Tony licked Bruce's shaft, making him shiver slightly before he nibbled Bruce's thigh instead.

A third finger moved in, making Bruce's back arch up. Tony kissed Bruce's happy trail, making the man sigh deeply and wipe away the hair that had come to hang in front of Tony's eyes, looking at the man resting his forehead on his stomach as his fingers moved up and down. Bruce pulled Tony up and kissed him, taking the tube of lube from the floor next to him and squirting some on his hand before he moved his hand down back to Tony's erection.

Assaulting Bruce's neck with featherlight kisses, Tony's breathing began rapid as Bruce's hand kept caressing his erection. A moan escaped Bruce's lips as the smaller man sank down and took him in his mouth without warning before looking up at him, his eyes filled with lust. Fingers trailed over the many light pink wounds on Bruce's chest, the result of being a night vigilante that protected his own city.

Positioning himself just right, Tony kissed Bruce's forehead softly before the man under him nodded and Tony eased himself inside him. Bruce's eyes rolled back into his head as he licked his lips and started panting under Tony's thrusting. The mat they were laying on wasn't the most comfortable place right now, but Bruce didn't care as he dug his nails into Tony's back and pulled him closer to his own body, a thin layer of sweat starting to cover their tanned bodies.

Curses, gasps, moans and groans escaped both men's lips more than once as their muscles flexed up with every move they made. Bruce bit his lip as he threw his head back, his hands holding Tony's upper arms to keep him steady. Tony's took a deep breath and halted for a moment, resting his head in the crook of Bruce's neck. Bruce grinned and tried to catch his own breath as he ran his fingers through his lover's black hair.

Before Bruce could recover however, Tony slammed into his prostate, making him arch his back up and moan loudly, clearly much to the pleasure of Tony who gave his lips a rough kiss, his goatee scratching against Bruce's skin. Tony's hands roamed over Bruce's sides, his chest and rested on his hips as he thrusted harder and faster into the man.

Muttering profanities under his breath, Bruce grabbed a fistful of Tony's hair, holding onto it as the man attached his lips to his chest, sucking gently on one of his nipples. Groaning, Bruce leaned closer into Tony's touch, who's hands were still on his hips, pulling him closer to him as he thrusted deep into the man, kissing Bruce's lips every now and then.

Three thrusts later, Tony fell on Bruce, his forehead covered with a thin layer of sweat as he panted heavily. His hand touched Bruce's still rock hard erection, caressing it until the man came too. Both didn't speak for several minutes, the only sound heard in the room was the soft sound of waves hitting the rocks.

“Fuck,” Bruce whispered, looking down to Tony who was resting his eyes for the moment. Bruce's thumb caressed the man's cheek, over the small bruise forming from their sparring session earlier, “that was,-”

“-amazing?”

“Yeah.”

Tony smirked and kissed Bruce's neck, jawline and then ended up giving the man a passionate French kiss. Bruce's hands clasped together at the small of Tony's back, holding him close and make sure the man didn't run away to get dressed immediately. Slowly, Tony pulled out of Bruce, causing the man to pout slightly as Bruce straddled him, wiping some of the brown hair out of Bruce's face and looking him straight in the eyes with his own brown ones.

“We should,” Tony halted, biting his lip a bit, “get cleaned up or something.”

Bruce kept the pout on his lips even when Tony bended down to meet his lips in a kiss before standing up. Sitting up, Bruce watched Tony move around the room and pick up his sweatpants and Bruce's, throwing them at the man and winking.

“Next time, we do it in your bat mobile.”

“Screw you,” Bruce glared at Tony, standing up.

“I just did,” Tony sighed, “I'll see you at the pool.”

He quickly pulled his pants and then made his way towards the door. Halting at it, he looked at Bruce with a raised eyebrow for a moment as the brown haired man put on his own sweatpants and looked innocent at him before smirking sly.

“Uh oh.”
Running out of the room at top speed, Tony hoped he would manage to reach the pool before Bruce so he wouldn't be thrown in. Having Bruce hot on his trail was enough motivation for him to start running faster. The two passed Steve who looked weird at them and Tony managed to dive in the pool just seconds before Bruce reached him. Coming up from under water, Tony grinned at Bruce who dived in the pool himself and pushed Tony against the wall.

“You're a bad person,” Tony smirked.

“Deal with it,” Bruce pressed his lips against Tony's.