Chapter 1
Twas a dark and stormy night on Baker Street. My associate Mr. Stark and myself were getting ready for our rest for the evening. Or, more accurately, I was ready to rest while Mr. Stark was starting on one of his work binges. Odd fellow...
Anyway, it seemed that neither of us would get to do either activity. As it were, we received a call from a concerned-sounding citizen. It was a call proclaiming... 'Murder!'.
"Oh, Doctor Rogers, let whoever's making that incessant noise come up, their knocking is startling the dandelions," Tony Stark sighed, looking up at Steve from his place, upside down in his armchair, "And make sure you hang up their coats. I don't want the Southern dust on my hardwood floors."
"Of course, Stark..." Steve sighed, heading down the stairs as he mumbled under his breath. "Because apparently I'm the door man and it’s completely good form to answer the door in pajamas..."
When he answered the door, two gentlemen completely rushed in in a tizzy before they were welcomed in.
"Sure. Come in. Welcome." Steve said flatly, trailing the men for their coats.
"Where is Mr. Stark?!" The eldest looking had questioned. "We need his assistance. It is absolutely awful!"
"The world is absolutely awful," Tony replied, swinging himself upright while grabbing his pipe, "How may I assist you gentlemen?"
"There's been a mysterious murder!" The shorter one piped up, "M'brother's been bludgeoned to death in the alley!"
"Bludgeoned? My, that is always a terrible way to go..." Steve murmured solemnly.
"It is. He was a good brother and a...dear friend to me for many years." The eldest murmured. "It is deeply tragic to us both."
"Then, pray tell, if you know the lad was bludgeoned, why seek me out?" Stark asked, pouring himself a finger of whiskey.
"You see, Mister Stark, it wasn't a bludgeoning. It is very clear that my brother was meticulously torn open!" The younger replied.
Piqued, Tony turned his head fifteen degrees toward his guests, raising an eyebrow.
"Tell me your names, Sirs, and have a seat, you must be weary from the walk over."
"My name is Samuel Wilson. And this is my friend, Riley." The younger explained. "My brother is--was Wade Wilson."
"What was your brother like?" Steve asked curiously. "Was he ever involved in a negative crowd? Have any enemies?"
Sam seemed blindsided by the question, to which Tony put up his hand and shook his head.
"Please, Mister Wilson, Riley, sit-- Rogers, go have Miss Carter make us some tea while we discuss matters," Stark asked, flicking his eyes over his new clients.
"Of course." The blond replied deadpanned, heading towards the kitchen.
"Am I still needed to answer his question, Mr. Stark?" Sam asked curiously, looking between Tony and the direction Steve had left to.
"Not yet, no. First I need details of your relationship with your brother, the scene of the crime, and then we discuss potential enemies Mr. Wilson may have had," Tony answered, running a hand through his hair, "Now, Samuel, may I call you Samuel? Please, tell me your story."
"Well, my brother and I were very close." Samuel started. "We weren't related by blood, but he was still my brother, all the same. The older. As I became older, I still took great comfort in his presence."
"As Riley and I were walking back home from work, we noticed something lying in the alley beside our apartment." He continued, trying to keep his voice from breaking. "We...investigated the presence to find that it was Wade, lifeless and body sliced open..."
"Sliced, you say--?"
They were interrupted by Steve coming back with four teacups, each steaming hot as he placed the tray on the coffee table.
"Thank you, Rogers. Now, sliced? Please be more specific," Tony continued.
"Cut open." Sam sighed. "From the collarbone down, along with an arm almost completely severed."
"Oh my... That sounds terribly grizzly." Steve hummed in concern, holding his cup.
"You could tell he was cut?" Tony asked.
"Yes," Riley interjected, "I've worked with a surgeon in Wales, and the body was most definitely cut open, not torn."
"Interesting," Tony murmured, picking up his cup of tea, "Rogers, you writing this down?"
"I am now." The man replied, setting his tea down and scribbling away on his notepad. He turned to look back at Tony, giving him an affirmative nod to proceed.
"Sometimes, Rogers, I wonder if you ever were a doctor," Tony hummed, amused, "Anyway, Mr. Wilson, did you notice anything peculiar about the scene? Before the police arrived?"
Sam nodded.
"There were no footsteps around, despite it raining two hours prior," he murmured, "Surely his shoes would have been wet and left marks!”
"Unless the murderer somehow managed to do it without touching the ground?" Steve queried. "Or he is extremely excellent at hiding his tracks. I vote for the later."
"But you would think there would be some form of evidence left behind. Yet the police could find none." Riley pondered. "That's why we've come to you, Mr. Stark.".
"Excellent.... Excellent. Gentlemen, you've given me more than enough to work with," Tony mumbled, eyes darting around the room while he ran a hand through his hair, "I can assure you that the case will easily be solved."
"Thank you, Mr. Stark," Sam gushed, "You won't regret taking this case."
They duo stood and shook hands with Rogers before gathering their things and leaving the two men alone once again.
"Well, so much for an early night in..." Steve murmured into his teacup. "Well, it has been a while since we've dealt with a murder. Why am I not surprised? Bound to pop up sooner or later, eh?"
"It's intriguing, Rogers, it is," Tony murmured, putting his cup down to swipe up his pipe, "Now, shall we go back to the daily crossword? Talk through the answers while I think about the case."
Steve sighed, leaning back in his chair and pulling over the newspaper and a pen to begin their ritual. Tony says he thinks better while doing the crossword.
"Ten across. A five letter word for fearful anticipation." He dictated with a yawn.
"Dread," Tony answered, swinging himself back upside down in his chair, "Give me a hard one, Steve. Pun fully intended."
He grinned, knowing the blood rushing to his partner's face wasn't due to gravity, like his.
The blond sputtered on his tea slightly, clearing his throat before continuing.
"Seven letter word for severe mental or physical pain. Wow, today's puzzle is depressing." He murmured.
"Chronic? Or torture, depending," Tony hummed, blowing smoke up into the air, "I should add, Rogers, despite a medical degree, you do flush easily at intimate conversation."
He raised an eyebrow at Steve, taking another draw of his pipe before blowing the smoke at his partner.
"It is a natural reaction, doctor or no." He coughed from the smoke, waving it away with his hand. "It may simply be because it’s you, but lord knows why it would gauge such reaction. Now then. Nine letter word for the study of star signs?"
"Astrology," Tony replied, "And I have no problem not reacting-- what do you mean by 'because it’s you'? Are secretly harboring feelings, Doctor Rogers?"
Tony grinned from his chair, winking at Steve before drawing from his pipe again, humming happily.
"What? Nothing of the sort! W-Why I'd never--" Steve sputtered and scoffed, warmth creeping up his neck as he cleared his throat. "A ridiculous notion..." He murmured.
"Whatever you say, Steven," Tony smirked, righting himself to pour another cup of tea, "Don't push your brain too much thinking about it. I should have my own diagnosis of our case in the next two crossword answers."
He bit his lip and nodded, eyes rolling up to the ceiling in thought.
"I don't doubt it, Stark. Not at all." Steve hummed to himself straightening the paper as he thought. "Seven letter word for a creature with a piercing and horrible screech."
"Clinton," Tony muttered under his breath, shaking his head, "Ah, Banshee?"
He stroked a hand over his goatee, taking another puff before nodding.
"Another, Rogers."
"Clinton was clever, I will give you that." Steve chuckled lightly. "Nine letter word for deep love and respect...?"
"Now I know you're making these up," Tony scolded, "And its affection."
He rolled his eyes, puffing his smoke at Steve again. He paused mid-blow, mouth widening slightly before he stood and crossed the room, immediately leafing through a stack of books in the back left of his office. Steve smirked unashamedly, standing up and following Tony towards his office.
"What are you searching for? I can help with whatever you thought up." He announced, watching Tony dig.
"Nonsense, you have no idea how I organize," Tony grumbled, grinning triumphantly when he pulled out the book he was looking for.
He carefully flipped through the yellowing pages, handing it to his partner.
"Jack the Ripper. London, middle 1600's," Tony said, tapping at his chin, "He dismembered his first ladies the same way Wade Wilson was: carefully. However, our perpetrator was either in a hurry, or quite a strong man, seeing how the arm was not completely taken off."
Steve took the book and observed the page, reading over the words.
"So, are you suggesting that our murderer is following in the footsteps of Jack the Ripper?" He queried.
"Maybe. That's only one suggestion, though. I'll need you to work your magic to get us in to the morgue so we can see the body," Tony continued, fiddling with his pipe as he put his hand on his hip, "Think you could get the corner to sneak us in? If not, I'm sure we could get Clinton from the Yard to get us in. He owes me a few, anyway."
Tony bobbed his head as he mumbled to himself, re-lighting his pipe to take another puff. As a second thought, he picked up the crossword, raising an eyebrow at the answers.
"You wrote 'TonyStark' in for that love and affection question," he said aloud, turning in time to see the blush creep down his partner's neck, "Subtlety was never your expertise, Rogers."
"Who says I tried to be subtle?" The blond murmured behind his blush at his partner. "I realize subtlety is not my expertise, but I didn't expect you to see the answers. You rarely ever do."
"Any matter," he continued, changing the subject, "it shouldn't be hard to talk the coroner into letting us observe. Simply need to explain that I am the man's physician and need to observe the body."
"Or so you think, Rogers." Tony drawled, "But you are correct. I'll have Miss Carter give Sam a ring to ask which morgue Wade is being stored at, and we'll have a look."
He smirked behind his pipe, going to stand in front of the large bay window to watch the sun rays cast over their small London town. Later that day, Stark and Rogers traveled down towards the morgue location Mr. Wilson had given them.
"Now try to be polite when we meet Ms. Rushman in here." Steve warned. "With her reputation, she may have put half the bodies in the morgue herself..."
"I've dealt with Natalia before. Please, Rogers," Tony scoffed, adjusting his deerstalker before entering the building. He smirked at the gorgeous ginger nurse in the lobby, reaching out to take her gloved hand and kiss her wrist.
"Miss Potts, a pleasure," he drawled, "Is Natalia in? My.... associate and I have come to see the aftermath of a body you may have received last night, or this morning."
"It wouldn't happen to be one that was sliced, would it?" Miss Potts questioned with an eyebrow quirked. "That seems like one you would look for."
"You always are the clever one, Miss Potts. That is the exact one." Steve replied with a small smile.
Miss Potts smiled back at the two, standing and straightening up her skirt. "I'll go make sure she isn't in the middle of something and let her know you're here."
"Beautiful as always, Miss Potts," Tony called after her, turning in time to see the disappointed look melt off Roger's face.
Tony rolled his eyes and shucked his coat off, hanging it on the rack before rolling his sleeves up. Steve followed suit, considering things might get messy should they get to see the body.
It wasn't long before Miss Potts returned and ushered them in the back where they were met with another red haired woman by where the bodies were kept.
"Miss Rushman. Still as lovely as ever." Steve greeted cheerfully.
"Doctor Rogers, Stark," Natalia greeted, "I would shake your hand, but as you can see, I'm up to my elbows in bile."
"Don't worry my dear, Rogers and I have merely come to take a look at your latest... company, shall I say," Tony chuckled, grabbing gloves before handing a pair off to Steve, "I've been presented with another case."
"I see. And a peculiar case it seems to be." Natalia hummed, leading them down a bit to a body covered on a table. "Virginia notified me that this is who you wished to observe? A Mr. Wade Wilson."
"Yes.... Yes," Tony hummed, cracking his knuckles before pulling the body sheet back.
He made no sound as his eyes darted over the clearly bloodless body, thumbing at the even slice from the middle of the man's collarbones down to a few inches above his groin. Tony flicked his eyes over to the arms, noting the limb attached by a few tendons. It looked to be sliced through, but not quite enough to completely sever the limb.
"Oh lord." Steve hummed, eyes raking the body before looking to Natalia. "What is it that you found to call it peculiar?"
"That no organs were missing." She stated simply. "The way he was cut down the middle would suggest the culprit did so in order to take organs. But all are accounted for."
"It would be too simple to take an organ, that's obvious," Tony snorted, taking some clamps to hold the cavity open, "But look, around the stomach and liver? Some of the fat has been cut away, as if harvesting that, rather than the organs. And, you can clearly see--"
Tony gently moved the shriveled intestines aside, running his fingers over the back vertebrae.
"--One of the spinal bones is missing. Now, why take one vertebrae and not the organs?"
He hummed while he thought as he let Steve check over the body, eyes glued to the arm.
"Also, why not completely sever the arm if you would cut it like this?" Steve queried as he eyed the slice. "Unless he was looking for bits of tendons, there is not much reason behind it. But what would they need vertebrae and tendons for in the first place?"
"Switch tactics, Rogers. Perhaps we have a Mary Shelley on our hands," Tony mused, flicking on his eyeglasses to peer at the arm, "Yes, it appears that some tendons and ligaments have been carefully cut away from the shoulder. Perhaps we do have a Frankenstein on our hands."
"Maybe. But Dr. Frankenstein stole from the graves. Because it was less suspicious." The blond stated. "Why would our suspect risk being caught with such evidence left behind? And why would those parts be the only ones important from Mr. Wilson here?"
"Mmm. I have an idea why. Close up the body, Doctor. We're all done," Tony hummed, stripping off his gloves and disposing of them, "I'll be waiting in the carriage."
He bounced on his heel back out to the desk, giving Miss Potts a quick kiss on the cheek, flicking his eyes over to confirm Steve's jealous expression before rolling his sleeves down and shrugging his coat back on.
"I don't know how you fancy a madman like him," Natalia spoke up, helping Steve pull the sheet back up over the body, "I find it.... strange."
Steve simply shrugged at that, helping clean up before disposing of his own gloves.
"I just find him interesting, how his mind works, y'know." He explained to Natalia in a murmur. "Plus he looks fairly handsome on the off chance you catch him clean shaven and well dressed."
He rolled down his sleeves and retrieved his coat, bidding goodbye to Miss Rushman and Miss Potts and heading back out to the carriage.
Tony didn't scoot over when Steve opened the door, unflinchingly staring at the Doctor's backside as he crawled over him to sit in his spot. He shut the door and whistled at the driver, still thinking as the carriage lurched toward Baker Street. Humming, Tony put his arm up around Steve, staring out his window in thought.
"Diagnosis, Rogers?" He asked.
"Well," Steve began, "By the state of the body, Mr. Wilson seems to have died between nine and ten o'clock last evening. It is still unknown as to why the specific parts were taken from him, but they were taken nonetheless."
Steve turned to look at Tony curiously. "I'm sure you are contemplating on the why, aren't you Stark?"
"Mmm. I know why," Tony replied with a hum, brushing his fingertips over the nape of Steve's neck, "I'll explain once we return to the flat."
He flicked his eyes over to Steve and smirked, settling comfortably in his seat. The Doctor shivered at the fingers along his neck, fighting off the blush wanting to creep up his neck.
When the carriage came to a stop, Steve remained in his seat, allowing for Tony to exit first.
"Come on, Rogers, we need to finish the crossword," Tony announced, slipping out of the carriage.
He held his hand up to help Steve down, quickly going over to open the door to their flat for him.
"What a gentleman." Steve teased, entering their flat with a hum and going to hang up their coats. "I suppose you'll tell me what you know as we finish our puzzle?"
"Of course, Doctor," Tony replied, grabbing his pipe before settling in his recliner.
He lit his pipe and took a long puff, draping himself over his chair so his khakis were tight across his groin. Not one to do things on accident, Tony blew smoke up to the ceiling, carefully watching his partner.
Steve cleared his throat anxiously, lounging back on their sofa. "Um, let’s see where we can continue... Ah! Um, seven letter word meaning to part two ways?"
"Diverge," Tony drawled, mouthing at his pipe, "Once again, you give me all the easy words, Doctor. I need something complex if I want to get anywhere in my train of thought."
He smirked and adjusted himself on his chair, taking another drag of his pipe.
"Nine letter word for a biblical sea monster." Steve stated, trying to keep from looking at Tony. "Why do you do that?"
"...Biblical sea monster?" Tony frowned, glancing at the ceiling, "Leviathan."
He coughed into his elbow, shaking his head.
"Do what?" He asked innocently, setting his pipe aside.
"You know exactly what. Playing dumb isn't your forte." The blond stated, still refusing to look. "Seven letter word meaning to be strongly attracted to someone?"
"Alright, Mister making-up-the-crossword," Tony interrupted, "Despite being a genius, I can't read your mind."
He took a heavy puff of his pipe, shifting himself again.
"....Romance," Tony answered.
"I am doing nothing of the sort. I am simply reading the spaces in no particular order." Steve explained, quirking a brow at the other. "Now then, are we yet to the point of you tell me what you know of our case?"
"You've always been a bad liar," Tony sighed, sitting properly to end his experiment, "But if you must know, yes, I am open to talking about the case."
He paused, then got up to lay down on the floor, staring at the ceiling.
"Rogers, come lay with me," Tony called.
Steve did a double take at the statement, eyeing Tony on the floor. Apprehensively, he got up from his seat and to the floor, lying on his back next to Tony.
"And what exactly is the point of this?" He asked curiously, looking at the ceiling as well.
"My back hurts," Tony replied, smirking, "Okay, so here's what I'm thinking. By the look of Wade's skin, you said he was dead by 9 or 10 o clock. They found him on their way home from work, which would be around 3 or 4. The skin healed itself, Steve. Whoever killed Wade took his bone for the marrow, and tendon for the muscle cells. They're probably reverse engineering the tissues to discover their healing properties."
He smiled triumphantly, turning his head to look at Steve.
"That sounds even more like science fiction than the previous thought." Steve hummed in reply, glancing back at the man. "People don't do that normally. That thought suggests Mr. Wilson had some form of extreme mutation."
Tony nodded.
"Tonight we'll go back, and I want to collect a few samples of my own," he decided, "I'll have you look at them, maybe try to re-culture the tissues?"
He smirked to himself and stretched out over Steve, comfortably resting up against his side.
"You still haven't asked your question, Rogers," he hummed.
"My question?" Steve asked curiously, humming in thought and trying to ignore how Tony was laying on him. "What question would that be? I don't recall a question."
"Yes, your question," Tony snorted, "You asked me what I was doing, and then I asked you back to clarify. You didn't clarify."
He pouted and bumped his forehead against Steve's shoulder, whining softly.
"This sort of stuff is your clarification." Steve stated quietly. "You purposely place yourself in ways for me to pay attention to you in ways I should not. Especially when you know how I feel and you have no intentions of pursuing that endeavor."
Tony put his hand on his chest and gasped, faux guilt on his face.
"Oh Steven, you say the damnedest things," he crowed, grinning as he fully climbed onto Steve to lay down, "I never said I didn't have intentions, Rogers. You just merely looked for the wrong ones."
Steve blushed up at the brunet, turning his gaze away with an unintentional pout to his lips.
"I am also referring to how you tease me in front of others, as well." He murmured. "It’s a bit rude when one knowingly does that."
"Mmm, I love the hue your face turns, though," Tony murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind Steve's ear, "It's like a cherry blossom in spring."
He smiled and ran the pad of his thumb over Steve's bottom lip, ghosting his fingertips over the darkening shade.
"You truly are a marvel, Doctor," He said softly.
The blond stared back dazed, face burning from the attentions. He moved slightly underneath Tony, leaning up only just, almost ghosting his lips against the other's.
"You can solve almost anything you set your mind to, and yet I'm the marvel..." Steve murmured gently.
"It's elementary my dear Rogers," Tony hummed, tipping his chin up, "Only the most complicated puzzles are the ones worth solving."
He closed the distance and gently pressed his lips against Steve's, hand cupping the blond's cheek tenderly. Steve made a soft sigh against Tony's lips, leaning slightly into the kiss. His eyes fluttered shut, opening only when they parted. His head fell back against the floor, looking up at the detective more dazed than beforehand.
Tony chuckled and smoothed Steve's hair back, snuggling down into his chest.
"I must say, Rogers, you certainly are comfortable," Tony hummed, tucking his head under the blond's chin.
"Really? Never been told that before..." Steve hummed in reply, venturing to pet lightly at Tony's hair. "Glad I could be of assistance." He smiled gently, relaxing on the floor.
Tony pushed up into Steve's touch, sighing happily.
"Y'know, we should probably move to one of our bedrooms," He stated, "Unless you're comfortable lying on the wood floor. Couch would be okay too, if curling up on my quilt is too far."
"Um." The doctor replied, brows furrowed in thought as he continued to run fingers through dark locks.
"I'll go with whichever choice makes you most comfortable. I can deal with any of those options, honestly." He admitted.
Tony eased up and winced as his elbows cracked, standing on creaky knees.
"Too old for this, Rogers," he wheezed, ignoring the blond's laugh, "Come, come, you're my personal furnace."
He reached out and snagged Steve's hand, attempting to pull him back toward his bedroom.
"So that’s what that was about." Steve teased, following in tow. "And I am older than you, so don't be complaining of being 'too old'."
The blond entered the room, carefully sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"Only by a few years," Tony teased, crawling up onto the bed to lay down, "C'mere."
He patted the bed beside him, holding his arm out. Steve moved to the spot and laid down, taking a moment to settle in before turning towards Tony.
"No wonder you chose this bed. It’s more comfortable than mine." He observed, picking lightly at the blankets.
"Then you'll just have to stay in mine till I can get you a more comfy one," Tony replied, carefully stroking Steve's hair.
He smirked, running his fingers over the blond's neck.
"I think you just want me to stay here to keep you warm and comfy." Steve threw out, quirking a brow up at the man before shivering at the fingers brushing his skin.
"You might just become the master sleuth here, Rogers," Tony rolled his eyes, tangling their legs together to try and leech more heat.
He smirked and ran his hand over Steve's jaw, resting his thumb on the blond's lower lip.
"You are very adept at teasing, Mr. Stark." Steve murmured, looking at Tony and leaning with the touch. "Almost as good as you are with sleuthing."
"All acquired skills, Rogers," Tony replied with a hum.
He slipped his thumb into Steve's mouth for only a second, wiping saliva over Steve's lower lip.
"Um...?" Steve stared back a little lost from the action, eyebrow twitching upward in a questioning movement.
"Your lips are chapped," Tony murmured, "You should really use chapstick more often."
He pulled back and wiped his thumb on the sheets, happy to blink up at Steve.
"Sure. Sorry I don't pay much attention to the status of my lips." Steve stated, rolling his eyes as he laid back more on the bed. "I might start, for your benefit."
"Mmm. I have coconut balm you should use," Tony murmured, a smirk tugging on his lips, "There's other ways to keep them from getting dry, though."
He winked at Steve and grinned, happy to climb back up onto the blond's chest.
"I have a feeling this will become frequent." The blond hummed, allowing Tony to curl up on top of him. "What other ways do you suggest? Being a doctor, I know of substances to help, but I would like to know what you suggest, detective."
"Constant use of the mouth keeps the lips and throat sufficiently lubricated," Tony purred, nosing at Steve's cheek, "Otherwise they both dry up."
"This is true. You must be well lubricated with all your talk to yourself when you work." Steve chuckled, turning to kiss the tip of Tony's nose. "What other ways do you keep things well?"
"My traditional methods are less.... conventional, per say," Tony continued, a smirk sliding over his lips.
He reached down to gently run his hand over the front of Steve's trousers, fondling him through the material. Steve's face started to redden, staring at Tony in surprise.
"Never expected you to be forward like this." He voiced quietly, face growing warmer against his wishes.
"I tend to not skirt around my desires, Rogers," Tony replied, voice dropping an octave, "I get to my point. Unless you have objections?"
With a smirk, Tony easily flicked open Steve's belt and the front of his khakis, letting his fingers ghost over the curls above Steve's groin.
"No. No objections. None at all." The blond breathed, wriggling slightly under the touch. "I hadn't known you even had such desires towards me." He murmured, feeling Tony gently teasing at the skin around his groin.
Tony almost laughed, but he swallowed it down, turning his head so Steve couldn't see him grin.
"Maybe this'll teach you to be more observant, Rogers," he breathed, gently stroking him through his briefs.
Steve gasped quietly as Tony stroked, hips twitching up into the attentions slightly. He noised gently as Tony continued, looking up at the man softly. Leaning down, Tony gently pressed their lips together, licking his way into the blond's mouth. He groaned softly, feeling Steve harden in his hand.
"Even I didn't know how much you were hiding, Rogers," he murmured.
"I wouldn't suppose you would have. I don't exactly show myself around." Steve panted, lips slightly red from the kiss. "And you never touched before either to know."
"Oh, but I thought about it," Tony breathed, "I sure as hell dreamed of it, too."
He slipped his hand into Steve's briefs, watching the blond writhe under him from the skin-on-skin contact. Steve let out a quiet mewl, hips wriggling with the touch and face flushed.
"Tony, I-- really?" He breathed, almost disbelievingly. "About...what specifically?" The blond murmured.
"About us," Tony clarified, wrapping his hand around Steve's cock, "Specifically, about me making love to you in my bed."
He smirked and leaned down to kiss at Steve's neck, suckling a hickey on his Irish skin. The blond moaned softly, bucking up into Tony's hand for friction, bringing a hand up to card his fingers through dark locks.
"Hope you plan on making that reality." Steve whispered fondly. "I--I never thought--ngh-- that you would ever have wanted..."
"How could I not? You're gorgeous, Rogers," Tony breathed, "Your intellect is so attractive--"
He smooched the reddening hickey on Steve's neck, humming happily.
"You don't take kindly with many people, and I always see you charming the women." Steve pointed out, gently pressing his lips against Tony's with a hum of want. "So I assumed. Assumed you'd never even give a man that time of day."
"You figure your way around in life, Rogers, and I've given you the time of day and night since you returned from the front lines," Tony murmured, kissing the edge of Steve's lips, "And we know not to assume, Steven. That's not proper in my line of business."
He smirked, scooting backward to tug off Steve's slippers and khakis, tugging off his own ascot before helping Steve out of his shirt.
"Just as I thought," he breathed, "A true Adonis on earth."
"That's what you've thought?" Steve whined softly, helping Tony out a bit. "You flatter me, Mr. Stark." He murmured, reaching under Tony's shirt and skirting fingers along his chest.
"You then must be the Da Vinci of our time. Just more deductive."
"Don't be ridiculous. I don't paint."
Tony grinned, leaning back to tug his shirt up and off, not ashamed of the scarring on his chest.
"You're so beautiful, Steven, so beautiful," Tony hummed, scooting down to press kisses along the blond's cock.
"He did more than paint, you know--oooh--" Steve noised as the brunet mouthed gently at the tip, shivering under the attentions. "So fellatio is the name of the game?" He asked with a pant, softly moaning.
Tony laughed, having to pull off Steve to keep from choking more than an already was.
"Fuck, fellatio? Really?" He wheezed, shaking as he continued to laugh, "Any word, and you picked fellatio?"
"Well, that’s the technical term for it." Steve answered innocently. "That’s how I know it. Put that in your crossword." He joked lightly.
"You son of a bitch, you made me laugh on purpose to break character," Tony grumbled, leaning up to smooch Steve's lips, "Fine, Doctor, I won't give you a blowjob."
He raised an eyebrow at the man and smirked triumphantly, flopping down beside the blond on the bed.
"Noooo that’s no fun." Steve whined playfully, rolling over carefully.
"That’s mean, Tony. Rather mean indeed." He harrumphed. "Don't leave me like this, pleeeease."
"My god," Tony snorted, laughing as he turned to kiss Steve, "Fine, fine. I won't leave my Watson all aroused for naught."
He grinned and had Steve sit up, pushing him against the headboard so his legs went over his shoulders.
"Mmm, you know I could never leave you like this," Tony teased, leaning down to kiss up Steve's cock, "You're too pretty, bambi."
He easily took Steve into his mouth, humming as the blond's cock nudged the back of his throat.
"And you're too good, Holmes." Steve grin, moaning quietly as Tony worked him. "So, so goood." He gasped.
He ran his hands up into Tony's hair, tugging at it lightly.
Scraping his teeth over Steve's cock, Tony pulled off, slipping his tongue into the slit.
"You always taste so good, baby," He purred, letting Steve's legs drop back onto the bed.
Tony quickly rid himself of his shoes, pants and briefs, straddling Steve's waist before reaching over into the nightstand drawer for lube.
"I still don't see why you thought it'd be funny to play as Sherlock and Watson," Tony laughed, shaking his head, "And I have the weird fetishes, Mr. Crosswords."
He grinned, swooping down to kiss Steve's cheek while prepping himself, easily slipping two fingers in off the bat.
"I like to roleplay, what can I say?" Steve huffed a breathy chuckle. "And you are my smart, young Sherlock."
He eyed Tony as the brunet worked himself open. "God, you are always so beautiful." He hummed lovingly, stroking Tony's cheek.
"Mmm, I know you do, baby," Tony breathed, ducking his face into Steve's neck, "I love it, too-- God, we should get your officer uniform out again--"
Slipping his fingers out, Tony slicked up Steve's cock, sighing as he slowly sunk down. He let himself sit completely sheathed, rocking his hips with a whine.
"You fill me up so good, Steve--"
"I know, baby. Was made to. Damn--" Steve grunted, resting his hands on Tony's hips as they adjusted.
"Always feel great 'round me." He mewled, rocking his hips gently. "So perfect and mine--"
"Fuck," Tony panted, putting his hands on Steve's chest, "It's been quite a fucking while, shit--"
He took a breath before rocking his hips up and down, whining high in his throat.
"Take--ah-- take it slow, baby. Don't wanna hurt ya. Know it’s been a while."
Steve moaned quietly as Tony rode him slowly, trying to stay quiet so they didn't wake the boys. "Been busy for a while."
Tony felt the sweat bead on his forehead before it rolled down his cheek; he huffed and wiped it away, biting his lip to keep his moans from spilling out of his mouth. Wrapping his hand around his cock, Tony pumped himself while he rode Steve, bowed over his husband's body on a shaky arm.
"Fuck," Tony whined, feeling heat rolling in his stomach, "Steve--"
He bit down onto the blond's collar to keep from crying out, coming in spurts over Steve's chest.
Steve followed not long after. Feeling his husband clench around him and the bite brought him over the edge, coming hard into Tony with a muffled cry.
"Ah...ah...ah-ha..." He panted as he rode out their highs, body hot and nerves twitching.
“God," Tony panted, wincing as he pulled off Steve to flop next to him, "I need to do calisthenics or some shit, 25 is way too old for this."
He turned to grin at Steve, cuddling up to him despite their immense heat.
"I love you," Tony mumbled, drawing shapes on Steve's chest, "So much, bambi."
Steve huffed a laugh, snuggling closer.
"Whatever you say, dear. And I love you too, baby. Forever and always."
He leaned in to leave gentle kisses all over Tony's face, humming happily as he thought. "Do you think it’s strange that we used what happened to the boys' plush penguin as our murder mystery?" He asked quietly.
"Probably. But it doesn't matter, I'm riding my high still," Tony murmured, happily letting his eyes shut as he snuggled Steve.
Sighing at the cold air, Tony blindly reached for the covers, dragging the heavy blankets up over them.
"Can you believe Sammy will be five months soon?" He mumbled, nosing at Steve's collar, "Time flies..."
"It really does. We'll blink and they'll be grown-ups." Steve said quietly. "I don't even wanna think of my babies getting old. Not at all. They need to stay sweet babies forever."
"Take one day at a time, sweetheart," Tony murmured, "They'll be babies for a while-- no making me cry right after that, god, Steve, you know just how to poke at my heart."
He frowned and got up, getting a towel to clean himself and Steve up, pulling him off the bed.
"Change the sheets real quick, please, I'll be right back," he murmured, stealing a kiss before throwing on pajamas and hobbling out the door.
"But where are you--?"
Before Steve could finish, Tony had gone. He sighed, but complied, carefully slipping on some pajama pants and changing out the sheets on their bed.
"Mhm. Shh. I know, I'm sorry I woke you, Papa needs you," Tony whispered to Peter, "He think you're getting old, pipsqueak."
Peter gasped and clambered out of bed, grabbing Tony's hand so he could drag him back to the bedroom.
"You gotta be quiet, Sammy's still sleeping," Tony whispered, scooping up the little bear before going back to their room.
Smiling softly, he closed the door behind them and went over to the bed, happy to put Peter in Steve's waiting arms.
"M'not old, Papa," Pete whispered, "M'only seven."
Steve chuckled, realizing now where Tony had gone. He hugged up the boy sweetly and kissed at his cheeks happily.
"I know you're only seven, but you'll keep getting older and I don't like it." He hummed. "I wish you could stay my little munchkin forever. So I can snuggle ya."
"M'wittle enough," Peter grumbled, hunkering down next to Steve, "Daddy, m'cold."
"Yeah, yeah, gripes, I got it," Tony rolled his eyes, laying down on the other side of Peter so he was sandwiched in their warmth, "Better?"
"Mhm. Fank you Daddy," Peter replied with a giggle.
"That’s manipulative, you." Steve grinned. "You've got your Daddy's personality, for sure."
He covered them all up under the warm blankets, snuggling them both sweetly. "My two smarty pants."
"Yeah, he is manipulative," Tony sighed, "Oh well. Can't be worse."
"Hey!" Peter piped up, causing Tony to laugh and put his fingers over the babe's lips.
"If you wake up Sammy, so help me," he whispered, trying to be menacing despite the grin on his face.
Peter stuck his tongue out and buried his face in Steve's shirt.
"Daddy's mean to meeee," he whined.
Steve gasped. "What a meanie." He teased lightly, leaning to smooch both Peter and Tony. "I won't let Daddy be mean to ya, munchkin."
Peter harrumphed in delight, giving Tony a satisfied smirk.
"Do not make me pop you on the behind, mister," Tony scolded lightly.
Peter gasped and turned so he was back up against Steve, pouting at Tony.
"Mean," he accused, eventually settling down with his thumb in his mouth.
"You don't poke the big bear and not expect him to leave you be, Pete." Steve stated, settling them down in bed. "Let’s get some sleep, hm?"
"Thank you, goldilocks," Tony teased, leaning over Pete to smooch Steve, "Goodnight, love."
He settled down and let his eyes drift shut, easily falling asleep to his little bear's snores.
"G'night, baby." The blond whispered back to Tony with a soft yawn, snuggling them all close as he drifted off to sleep...