(Avengers/XMFC) Happiness Machine (2/2) for silverfoxflower

[perdiccas]

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“So, you and Charles,” Tony began, watching Erik, because he had yet to learn the three Rs: repress, reflect, and redirect.

“No,” Erik said simply, looking cross.

“’No, I’m sleeping with Charles’ or ‘No, Tony don’t touch that’? I mean, I guess Charles is sort of hot if you’re into that. He dresses like an old guy.” He did have a nice mouth, Tony could appreciate that from a purely scientific stance. “If you like nerds.”

Erik snorted at him. Tony just gave him a cocky grin, not really subtle.

“No, as in, it’s none of your business.” He paused for a long time, looked a lot like he wasn’t going to add to that when he did speak again. “Charles and I aren’t like that. We’re just friends.”

Charles was always trying to explain that to Raven, that Subs and Doms could be friends without it being weird. Raven just called him a slut. Which to be fair, Charles was a slut and Tony hadn’t really believed him anyways.

“So you’re single then.” Tony gave him a flirty smile.

Erik shook his head twice, but managed a small smile. “Give it up brat.”

“Come on.” Tony was attractive in a off-beat sense, the bare blocks were there, under the endless rock-set of band t-shirts and jeans. He had seen the porn, knew that doms got off on the idea of a younger sub, someone who could be trained to suit you. It sounded like a really bad idea practically-- porn was never known to be a font of good ideas. “At least tell me why you’re shooting me down. I can be accommodating.”

Erik sighed, not sounding defeated in the least but like if he didn’t find a way to vent he was going to slam Tony’s face on the table. Which would not be a totally unwelcome turn of events.

“Seriously. Leave it.”

“Did you leave with anyone at the party?”

“Is everything about sex with you?” Erik countered. Tony shrugged loosely, pretty much-- yeah.

“Just curious.”

Tony pulled out a notebook and began to draft in thick rough lines. They had pretty much brought their project to the end of what it could do. Erik pulled out the sheet of problems they had to turn in this week and began to work.

It wasn’t a surprise when they were the first ones done that week. The TA didn’t say anything when Tony handed in his own sheet (done sitting out in the hall before the lab began and not even a little challenging.)

There was always something to be done. He was seriously thinking about trying to map human brain function onto a computer program. Stealing Charles’ text books when he wasn’t looking, to see if any of them could explain adequately neural patterning (short answer: no). A functional approach to AI building as opposed to a top down method. Most people said it was impossible but he was getting really sick of listening to all the things that he couldn’t do.

“Stark. Wait.”

He paused on a step, spinning on his heels to watch Erik stride towards him. The hallways in the lab wing of the physics department were vacant; they were getting to the end of the term and everyone was out giving it one last hurrah before exams. It gave the faded posters and scratched floor an almost intimate feel when combined with the low light emit by energy-saving light bulbs.

“What’s up?” Tony rocked forward on his toes and then back onto his heels. Standing side by side without anything else to focus on, it was a little hard not to think about just how tall Erik was. He loomed, didn’t stand like a normal person, but like he was holding his height against you.

“I don’t really want to talk about this,” he said in a rush. “I don’t-I don’t like dominating people.”

The words were clipped as if, if he only kept them short he could snag them out of the air again when he needed to.

“Oh?” Well this was interesting.

“It doesn’t end well.”

“Sex always ends well,” Tony said, licking at his teeth. This wasn’t sounding like a no. His whole life had been a practice in digging his nails into ‘not quite no’s and prying them open until there was space for him inside.’ “You can’t be doing it that wrong.”

Erik snarled making an aborted movement for him, visibly tense. “I’ve never met anyone more infuriating.” Considering he knew Charles that was either an insult or a compliment.

Tony just grinned at him. “It takes effort. Come on, you want to hit me right?”

“I’m not going to hit you, and I’m not going to sleep with you.”

“Pity. It could have been fun.” Tony felt hot all over, stomach twisting with a sort of half terrified fear that he would convince Erik to sleep with and wanting with the same sort of desperate need that reminded him of being six and lonely all over again.

“See you later.” Tony hummed over his shoulder as he left.

Whatever, it didn’t matter, his hands feeling shaky with confrontation. Being petty when he wanted was all part of Little Rich Boy Syndrome.

Tony’s breath shattered sharply when Erik shoved him against the wall, growling low in his chest. “Stop talking and listen to me.”

“This is promising.” Tony sighed. He felt hot all over, and wow, Erik was actually much taller than him.

Erik snarled something wordless, shoving off Tony like he was burned by him. “Sorry,” he bit out. “That was out of line.” Using your dynamic outside of the bedroom was frowned upon, there were movements being lobbied by the Equal Submissives for getting just that kind of behaviour classed as sexual molestation. The dominant heavy government system was slow to move on it, didn’t submissives like that? That’s why they were submissive.

Tony let the wall hold his weight. Pushing his shoulders back and hips out shamelessly. Subtlety was for other people.

“But fun.”

--

It was possible that he had no idea what he was doing. Tony tapped his fingers along the small reading desk pushed against one wall. He’d already mapped out the dimensions of Erik’s small apartment but was going over them again.

Pushing and pushing, he always wanted more attention. Tony should have just left well enough alone. He had physics, that should have been enough. Sex was easy, that was instinct. Like finding his dick for the first time. They (haughty scholars with degrees in social science-- like that was an actual science) say one’s dynamic was an extension of that, pleasure centres to light up and all that. Fly worked on the same area of the brain.

Tony just really hated being told what to do.

“You should probably just go home.” Erik said. He was sitting on the low couch. He wasn’t very good at this whole hook-up thing for someone that stupidly attractive. It was like watching Bambi try and find his footing at the beginning of the film.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Tony replied with a lot more bravado than he felt. If the board, his father, and years at boarding school had taught him anything it was ‘fake it until you make it’.

“I mean it,” Erik said, rubbing his hands on his jeans, long fingers catching Tony’s eye and keeping them. Potential unspooling along with his doubts.

“Nope, I tend to get what I want.” Cut to the chase, Tony managed an inelegant sprawl on Erik’s lap, mostly because Erik wasn’t making it easy for him, arms crossed over his chest and trying to maintain a proper distance between them. “You’re not making it easy,” Tony said with a breathless little laugh.

“You don’t like easy,” Erik replied. True enough. Their first kiss was nothing like Tony expected it to be. Erik’s lips were soft and yielding, tilting his head back so Tony could get a better angle licking into his mouth.

Strong fingers on his hips held him in place but that was the only place Erik was actively participating. He was letting Tony lead the kisses, Tony’s fingers on his amazing cheek bones, fingering the sharp curves to find out if they felt anything like they looked. He used that grip to push, to see how far Erik would let him go. Gripping his jaw he forced the kiss deeper, fucking Erik’s mouth with his tongue.

He was half hard just from the kissing, (he was young and would never admit it but just about anything related to sex turned him on) and rubbing himself against Erik’s flat stomach lazily. He could feel the hot rise of Erik pressing against his ass.

Still he didn’t do anything, just rocked shallowly and dug his fingers into Tony’s hips.

“I’m pretty sure you’re doing this wrong.” Tony breathed against Erik’s mouth because he didn’t know well enough when to keep his stupid mouth shut. They could probably both get off like this and no one would lose face.

Faster than Tony could follow with Erik grabbed his jaw and forced his head away. Tony tensed, just barely keeping himself from topping over as his head was forced back, back arched and digging his nails into Erik’s shoulders to hold on. Whatever Tony was about to say was strangled in his throat.

Erik tightened his fingers, points digging into Tony’s cheeks, his breathing stuttered to a complete stop, shocked.

“Ah,” Tony managed, just a soft confused sound.

“Don’t push me.” Erik hissed. Tony whined, forcing his back to arch a little, pushing into the touch.

“God you’re annoying,” Erik growled, leaning forward and sliding his other hand around Tony’s lower back to support him. Tony dug his knees into the couch to stop from letting Erik take too much of his weight.

“Your safe word is magnets,” Erik said, forcing Tony to look at him.

Tony grinned as cheekily as he could with Erik’s fingertips pressing into his jaw. “’How do they work?’”

“Do you understand me?” Erik shook him gently, like one would a misbehaving dog. Tony nodded slowly. He had to wonder if Erik could feel his pulse racing. He probably could. Tony swallowed thickly and watched Erik carefully. “Say it.” Erik shook him again, rougher this time.

“My safe word is magnets,” Tony repeated. He was caught somewhere between terrified and stupidly turned on.

“Good.” Erik shifted his grip so he could press his thumb into Tony’s mouth. “Here’s the plan. I’m going to tie you up and stretch you out with a dildo, and then we’re going to see if you can put that mouth to better use. If I’m satisfied I’ll fuck you, if I’m not then you’ll get nothing. Blink twice for yes.”

Tony blinked twice.

Erik removed his finger first, rubbing it clean on Tony’s shirt casually. “Very good. Strip and go into the bedroom.” With that Erik let him go.

Tony considered this for a moment. There had been no time qualifiers with that statement so he dipped his head low to kiss Erik slowly. He grabbed at Erik’s wrists when he tried to stop him and used the fact that he was on top to drop his weight pinning him.

“You’re such a brat,” Erik grumbled, mouth swollen and wet; it was a good look for him.

Tony hummed, slipped off of Erik’s lap and pulled his shirt over his head. As casually as he could he flung it at Erik’s face.

“I’m going to make you pay for that,” Erik snarled as Tony vanished into his room.

It was easy to pretend his fingers weren’t shaking while he took of his pants. Of course he knew what he was doing. Every sub knew what they were doing, it’s instinct, right? Tony kicked off his pants and hooked a finger in his socks to pull them off one at a time. This was familiar, getting undressed with the intent of bumping uglies. Tab A, slot B, you didn’t need to be a genius to work that one out.

“Bend over the bed and present.” Erik sounded too close and too far and Tony was thinking too fast to figure out which one it was, thoughts stumbling over each other and tangling. Slowly he clambered onto the bed, dipping his head between his arms and breathing slowly through his mouth.

“Good,” Erik hummed, running a warm hand down one of Tony’s thighs and then up the other. He tapped the inside of one thigh, not a slap but for all that it startled Tony, it should have been. “Wider.”

Spreading his knees a little wider, enough to feel the strain in his hips and to leave him completely exposed, the air from the room cool on his hole.

“Can you hold it there?” Erik asked, further away this time.

“Is the theory of relativity e=mc^2?” Tony asked back, using the time to adjust feel the stretch in his knees and curl and uncurl his toes a few times.

“You’re not going to shut up are you?” Erik asked, the bed dipped with his added weight and then shifted again as he left to gather more things.

“Probably not,” Tony agreed easily. “Are you going to do something about it?” Tony asked drawing the words like a line in the dirt.

“Don’t tempt me,” Erik replied with a light pinch to the inside of Tony’s thigh. He grunted, dipping his back and pushing forward to escape.

The lube was cold and Tony gasped, trapping the sound behind his teeth. Spread the way he was there wasn’t much he could do, clenching tightly. “Warn a guy next time,” Tony bitched, wiggling his hips a little until Erik smacked him, an open handed hit to the meat of his ass. It made something tangle in Tony’s stomach, a jolt not unlike a static shock. He quieted a little, focusing on the brush of a finger over his hole. Again and again, rubbing without pushing inside until Tony was focused on nothing but the tingle and the tease.

“Come on,” he breathed, “I can take more than that.”

“You’ll take what I want you to take.”

Tony frowned and pushed back on the faint pressure, not enough to stretching him out, just tease at the rim. This earned him another slap, mostly sound followed by a soft, almost comforting, rush of heat.

Erik’s fingers vanished. One hand returned rubbing slow circles on his back, something hard pressed, pushing just inside and forcing him open. Tony whined, pushing his face into his arm and shifting forward to ease some of the pressure.

It didn’t let up, opening him up so he was riding a fine line of almost-too-much-oh-god, and breathing shallow because there wasn’t enough space inside of him for air and that. He was splayed too wide to pull his knees in, and they slid across the sheet, trying anyways. It pulled out and Tony moaned softly, letting the tension out of his shoulders and thighs, taking a shuddering breath.

“Colour?” Erik asked, rubbing the slim dildo down the crease of his ass to slide slick and warm against his balls and then back up again.

“Green,” Tony said.

“Good boy.”

Being ready for it didn’t help at all with the way it was trying to take him apart from the inside. Tony whined, clutching at the sheets as it pressed deeper this time.

“Good. There, take it,” Erik murmured, breath hot against his ass and Tony whined.

The intense slide of it got easier as he was forced to relax and open up. Erik was far smarter than Tony gave him credit for because he set up a quick pace, finding just the right angle that had Tony whining high in his throat unable to stop himself. Being battered from the inside, being rubbed by curious fingers where he was raw and stretched.

“Hold it in and roll over.” Erik demanded, stuffed full it took a few moments for the command to sink in. Tony swallowed.

“It’s not going to-“ he panted, eyes pressed shut.

“Try.”

Moving slowly, pulling his knees in together, shifting the toy inside him and making him all too aware of the weight of it, and terrified that he could feel it sliding out. Moving slowly wasn’t helping, he was losing it so Tony rolled himself quickly, landing on his back with an arch that pushed it back inside sharply and had him gasping, eyes pressed shut and mouth working soundlessly.

Erik hummed, sounded amused. “Very good. Hands up on the headboard - don’t move them until I say you can.”

It stretched the sides of his chest open, leaving him again exposed and vulnerable. Tony huffed at the sense of vicious amusement in Erik’s eyes. Sticky fingers on the backs of his knees, casually spreading them so he could reach for the handle of the toy again.

Erik effortlessly kept him open like that, pushing himself into the space between Tony’s thighs and crouching over him like a bird. Tony pressed his eyes shut, mouth falling open as Erik got one slick hand around his dick and began to thumb the head.

Embarrassingly fast he was right on the edge, teased from both ends with a rough hard friction that left him helpless to do anything but wriggle, clutching the headboard until it creaked under the strain of his grip.

“I can’t,” Tony said between his teeth, holding himself on the edge until it hurt. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

“Most subs practice holding,” Erik said almost conversationally. He paused, but only to roll his balls as if feeling out how tight they were himself. Tony sobbed, biting in to his bicep to focus himself.

“Please,” Tony moaned.

“You can come.”

It still took Tony a long moment to unclench enough to really let go. Pushing his heels into the bed his toes curled and he tried to pull his knees together. It dragged out from his stomach, twisting harder and harder, too much. Tony made a wordless sound unable to pull enough air into his lungs. Erik didn’t let up, the pleasure edging over into pain seamlessly, slick hand on his cock and hard plastic stuffed in his ass. Erik’s shoulders were in the way of curling up to protect his sensitive dick, using his body to keep Tony in place.

“Oh god. No, stop,” Tony sobbed, twisting sideways and shoved back roughly onto his back.

He couldn’t, it hurt, sensation so intense that he actually couldn’t breathe through it. He kicked his heels at Erik, trying to make it stop. The moments before it did seemed to stretch on forever. Even after it was over Tony felt over-sensitized twitching and trying to pull his limbs in. Somehow miraculously still holding onto the headboard but he’d used that grip to pull himself up on the bed a few inches.

Panting and limp Tony swore under his breath. “You fucking sadist.”

“If you’re still being smart with me, I’m not done with you.”

“That a promise?” Tony smirked at him.

“More of a threat.” Erik sat back on his heels. He was obviously hard under his boxers, tenting them obscenely so the slick head of his dick peeked out.

“Big words,” Tony lied. He felt like a limp noodle already.

“Up.”Erik slapped the side of his thigh and Tony rolled away from it with a jolt.

It took a bit of effort to gather the coordination needed to raise himself up on his arms.

“On the floor, kneel.”

Tony considered the distance between himself and the edge of the bed, the bed and the floor and all the variables in between against what Erik wanted from him. Slowly he rolled across until he was at the edge and slithered to the floor.

“You’re pathetic.” Erik laughed, Tony watched him move around the room again. He stopped next to Tony holding a pair of cuffs. “You know what to do with these?”

“What kind of n00b do you think I am?” Tony grumbled, he attached the first one himself, adjusting it so that it wasn’t pinching anything and held it up for Erik to do the second. Long fingers worked the buckle until the padded leather was tight around both of his wrists, hands held in place thumbs pressed together. Wide enough that they limited how much he could rotate his wrists.

“Try to get out of them.”

Tony looked up at him, licked his bottom lip. Being overly casual about it he tried to tug them apart. The clasps that fastened them together looked small and delicate but there was no give at all. Shuddering, Tony tried a little harder, even when he twisted and put his shoulders into it there was no escape unless Erik unbuckled one first. He couldn’t stop tugging at them. It was too soon to get hard again, the effort almost pained him, his cock and balls aching.

“There.” Erik pet through his hair, obviously patronizing but Tony couldn’t spare the attention to care, too wrapped up in the cuffs.

Erik grabbed his chin, forcing his head back and up so that Erik was looking down at him, looming taller than ever. Tony’s mouth worked for a moment, trying to pick out something to say from the jumble in his head.

“I want you to bend over the bed, arms stretched out in front. Get comfy, you’re going to be there for awhile.” Erik reached past him to grab a pillow and threw it down.

Tony tensed and relaxed, pressed his eyes closed and stretched out on the bed so it was supporting his chest, shifting his knees until he was supported on the pillow, ass sticking out again.

“Erik?” Tony asked when he had been left there for awhile, just on the edge of actually squirming with anticipation. Erik hummed a non-answer while Tony shifted on his knees. Sleeping pillows were a far cry from kneeling pillows.

“On a scale of 1 to 10 what’s your pain threshold?” Erik asked.

“I can take what you can give,” Tony replied, it sounded a lot better than ‘no idea’.

“Fine then, count out loud for me.”

The flogger hit with an even spread, hard enough to make a sound but without any real bite. “One.” Tony mumbled into the bed spread tasting fabric softener with each inhale.

The entire set of ten were mostly the same, evenly spread out across his ass and upper thighs, not too hard. The gap of time between them was just enough for the rush of warmth from the last one to fade, enough time between them for Tony to prepare for the next.

“Ten,” Tony groaned softly. His ass felt hot, not painful but overly sensitive to the hand that Erik ran over it.

“One more set of ten. Continue to count them for me.”

He’d expected them to be harder, but it still made him jump and jerk, the tresses curling and snapping against his skin that bloomed into a white-hot pain almost instantly. Tony swore, tugging on his wrists on instinct, shocked when there was no give, his dick jumping as his brain actually scrambled to process all the confliction sensations.

“I said count,” Erik snarled at him.

“One,” Tony panted. The next slap hit even as he was speaking, cutting him off with a sharp sound. “Two,” came out on a shout.

They continued on like that, for all that the first ten were steady these were varied, following a pattern he couldn’t grasp and refusing to give him time to prepare for the next stinging slap. Counting out loud was automatic; he was still tensed, waiting for the next one to fall even as he finished calling out the tenth. It was all he could do to keep himself still.

“Very good,” Erik spoke low, voice sounding like it was dragged out of him over gravel, accent dipping into something else entirely. Tony whined softly, he rested all his weight on the bed. He was hard again, impossibly so. “This next bit is going to really hurt,” Erik promised with a glide of his hand down Tony’s flank. Tony hunched his shoulders as much as he could. “Tell me you understand.”

“Yeah, okay,” Tony agreed softly fuzzily amused by the fact that he should be more worried.

He licked his lips and waited for whatever Erik was going to do. The whistle came a second before the first hit. The riding crop hit with a tiny sound that was totally at odds with the way it felt. Tony shouted, pushing away and trying to hide from the pain but unable to do anything but wait out the sting. It faded to a hot throb but only after it drew out, sensitivity making his entire ass throb.

By the third hard slap Tony was shouting as it bit into his skin, wordless and pained.

By the fifth he was almost sobbing. The sting was the worst, that breathless pause between the sound and the pain before it sluggishly faded into something bearable. Tony hiccupped, fingers curling and uncurling in the bed spread. “That one broke the skin along the edge.” Erik told him, he sounded almost pleased about this. Erik traced a shape high on the top of his ass making the cut ache and sting. “Colour?”

“Green,” Tony breathed. No idea if he could take more, but fuck it he wasn’t screwing this up, he wanted Erik to sound pleased.

That got him two more swift hits, one riding just on the crest of the other until Tony was writhing, pulling on the cuffs and whining high in his throat shaking and twisting as he rode the flare of pain out.

Panting and limp against the bed Tony could only moan, caught between pleasure and discomfort, when Erik draped himself over his back. His cock nudged between Tony’s legs rubbing over his slick hole in a cruel tease, but the slide of skin was glorious for all the ways it hurt. Long fingers curled around his hips pushing him so he was curled completely under Erik’s body the heat of his skin making the welts flare.

A little bit of wiggling had Tony leaning back on Erik’s chest and sitting in his lap, hissing with discomfort and wriggling, arms tightened around his chest holding him still.

“Behave.” Erik snarled at him and Tony whined, stilling himself through force of will. It didn’t last once Erik got a hand around his dick, thrusting up into the heat of it and squirming. Erik didn’t say anything this time, just pressed his cheek against Tony’s ear and let him ride his hand holding him mostly in place with a bruising grip.

It took longer this time, a second orgasm pulled out of him forcefully as he wailed, pulling at the cuffs and curling his toes into the carpet. The hot burn of his bruises should have been distracting, instead only sharpened the pleasure until it was enough to cut through him.

Tony came all over himself and Erik’s hand. Shuddering and too tight, curling himself in a ball. This time Erik didn’t push him, and for that he was pathetically grateful he felt raw and close, it had already been too much already, like he might shatter completely.

Tony was still shaking minutely when Erik pushed him off, collapsing against the bed in a heap, he couldn’t bring his hands up to catch himself-at least it was a soft landing.

“Come here.” Erik didn’t give him much time. Not enough to really pull himself together.

The three or four steps between them seemed like far too much. Erik was watching him, standing tall completely naked and predatory. He wanted that all over again, the greed of a born and bred capitalist. Pulling his hands close to his chest Tony pushed himself up until he could shuffle on his knees.

He felt watery and off balance-- but determined. Without his hands to help him Tony needed to move slowly to cover even that much distance. He leaned forward against Erik’s knees, the skin just on the inside of one of his knees was bare of any hair, rubbed away over time by his pants and Tony focused on that spot. Anything else was too much. He pushed his cheek against Erik’s thigh revelling in the sensation.

“Colour?” Erik asked.

“Green,” Tony parroted.

“You’re going to do one last thing for me.”

Tony nodded, rubbing his cheek and taking a simple pleasure from the touch.

“Open your mouth.” Erik’s fingers pressed against his lips and Tony let his lips go loose, fingers feeling out the edges of teeth and toying with his tongue. “Just like that. Keep nice and loose.”

Hands on his jaw and another hand in his hair had Tony tipping his head back making him sit up under his own power, heels digging into the bruises forming on his ass. He kept his lips lax as Erik fed him his cock. Tony moaned shamelessly around it, the sweet slide of skin over his lips and the weight of the blunt head dragging along the flat of his tongue.

Without hands he couldn’t brace himself on Erik’s thighs, couldn’t exert the smallest bit of control over the situation. Just tip his head back and let Erik rock gently into his mouth. Erik was well hung, forcing his jaw open to accommodate him.

Long fingers probed at his cheeks like Erik was trying to see if he could feel himself in there. Tony choked when he slid deeper, throat clicking as he fought with his gag reflex, desperately wanting to keep him there. He held it for a moment before Erik lifted Tony’s head off of his cock. He breathed deeply, licking at the Erik’s balls, nosing at his hip. He waited a few beats before pushing into his mouth again

They set up a pattern like that, Erik fucking his throat for long stretches until Tony couldn’t breathe anymore, choking on his dick and loving it. Only to be given a few desperate breaths, chin covered in thick saliva as he licked at his swollen lips, eyes watering from having his airways cut off. Repeating over and over until Tony’s throat ached, his lips felt bruised and he was content to sit here and take it as long as Erik wanted him too.

“More,” Erik rumbled. Tony stared at him. Erik was flushed, lips bitten raw like he was the one close to shattering. Tony pushed forward as much as the fist in his hair would let him so he could suck on just the tip, pushing his tongue around and toying with the circumcision scar. “Just, fuck.”

Tony hummed. This was what he wanted, Erik cursing above him.

Erik snarled something wordless at him. Tony’s nails bit into the meat of his hands, head tipped back and throat stretched open as wide as it could go around Erik’s dick. He wasn’t holding back, and Tony moaned, squirming where he sat he was so turned on, even if there was no way he was coming again this soon not without breaking something, grinding his ass against the fresh bruises and welts.

When Erik came it was with a bitten off curse, tugging on Tony’s hair hard he pushed in until Tony’s nose was mashed against his stomach, public hair tickling his lips. There was no way he could swallow it all, not like this.

Tony coughed, spraying Erik’s thighs with saliva and come as well as getting it all over his face, heaving and coughing in equal measure. He was still clearing his throat, trying to swallow as Erik’s finger carded through his hair, soothing away the ache. “Good boy,” Erik said, and it sounded almost fond.

Tony felt oddly detached about Erik carefully removing the cuffs, rotating each one of his hands in turn trying to work out the stiffness. He was led to the bed where he curled up on his side, Erik’s hands running over the welts on his ass.

“I’m going to shower. I need space,” Erik stuttered over the words, fingers toying with a bit Tony’s hair. “Stay, yell if you need something.”

Tony hummed in agreement, closed his eyes and let himself drift.

--

Erik moved his bishop after a long pause to contemplate the move it was a risky trap, easy to get out of if Charles happened to see it coming. The sun was shining, and the birds were in the trees singing, it should have been a lovely day. Charles could always be counted on to ruin lovely days.

“This is why I told you to stay away from him,” Charles said in a tone that was designed to irritate Erik, or so it seemed. He knew for a fact that it irritated just about everyone. Raven hated it, being the younger sibling she felt the need to find a dominant role model and seemed to have latched onto Erik, no matter how bad an idea it was. She also had never told Erik she was actually a switch; Charles was wilfully blind about the subject.

It had been wrong to ask about Tony. Erik just wanted to make sure he was okay. They weren’t avoiding each other but no one was going to go out of their way to make contact. Not Erik anyways.

“Forget I asked,” Erik sighed. “You’re move. Shut up and play.”

“Don’t rush me.” Charles frowned at the board. It was possible he didn’t notice Erik’s trap. “Tony’s fine. You shook him up a little bit, but he seems to be doing fine. I don’t think he’d actually submitted to anyone before.”

Erik bit back a curse, and the most inappropriate flash of smug lust. This was why he didn’t like indulging in his dynamic. The loss of his own control, he had wanted to push and push until Tony did anything he asked. The very act of trusting someone else to know their own limits (even after when he realized they obviously didn’t). The kid was an idiot.

All the geniuses he knew were idiots.

“He’s not a very good sub,” Charles continued blithely.

“He was fine,” Erik replied almost instantly, neither the one to kiss and tell nor brag but defending Tony anyways. Charles looked a little surprised by this.

“I can’t picture it,” he shrugged, “so inexperienced.”

“Not all subs are whores like you.”

Charles gave him a fake pout that soon dissolved into a smile.

-END-

Prompt: A grab bag of:
-Modernish AU where Charles and Tony are the same age and old friends
-Alternate Society Structures
-D/s, Alpha/Beta/Omega, Slave!fics (PWP is hot, and a fic which explores the social implications of these universes is loved)