When we wake up
Steve wasn’t the sort of man who would burst someone’s door without knocking. He liked to think that he learnt some manners as a child and always remembered them in the right moment. Although, considering that he’d recently willingly watched his team-mate having sex with his lover, maybe none of that was quite true anymore.
Even now he didn’t hesitate to go for the doorknob of the room he knew Tony and Strange were in. And finding what he’d expected behind them – one or the other man in a mortal danger – would probably serve him as a good excuse why he’d acted that way. The only problem was that after he almost ripped the door out of its hinges he couldn’t immediately decide if that was the case.
“Stephen, calm down, it’s me for god’s sake! Calm the fuck down!”
The first thing that Steve noticed, and which made him immediately blush, was that Tony was almost naked. The only part of clothing, black boxers, weren’t really counting for anything as he was sitting – legs spread on either side of Strange’s waist, pinning him down with his weight. Steve could see all the muscles of his back stiffened with the power they had to muster in order to hold the other man down and immobile.
The second thing Steve noticed was that Stephen Strange actually was naked even though his hips were at least covered with a thin sheet, for which Captain was thankful.
That picture alone caused Steve to blush deeply, but at the same time the incoming signs were telling him there was something else going on. The cry they’d heard wasn’t the one of pleasure. Now he could tell that the source was the man trashing on the bed beneath Tony’s grip. The man who no matter how hard Tony tried wouldn’t recognize him.
Only when all three of them – Natasha hadn’t been far behind - walked few steps aside, Steve realized that Tony had his gauntlets on and that spoke volumes about the danger Strange potentially represented.
“Tony,” Steve murmured in distress.
It seemed like the man in question hadn’t even noticed there was someone else with them in the room. But now his head turned painted with fear and pain and Steve froze.
“Stay back. I’ve got him,” he huffed not losing any more time with explaining when he suddenly let go of Strange’s wrists and moved his hands instead on the both sides of the sorcerer’s head. The red cloak appearing from nowhere took Tony’s place like it was a well known dance for them.
“Stephen, hey, come on,” Tony started again. This time his lips were almost pressed against the other man’s. “Come on, come back to me. It’s not real. You’re not there. You’re with me. Come back.”
There was something very intimate going on right in front of Steve’s eyes. It felt more intimate than Strange having sex with Tony on the kitchen counter. It made Steve want to turn away, but he couldn’t. From this side he could perfectly see the angry red marks on Tony’s forearms. They were slightly glowing, like the magic that had caused them still lingered on Tony’s skin. Strange was clearly dangerous whether conscious or not.
Steve was patiently waiting. His eyes watching both men. He was ready to jump at any sign that the things got out of Tony’s control. He would have probably interfered at least twice until then if there wasn’t Nat’s hand secured on his shoulder, holding him back.
Steve could hear Clint letting out a relieved sigh when after few minutes long struggle Strange finally snapped his eyes open and stopped to trash. Tony still held him, his fingers spasming from the strength he had to put into them.
“You’re back. You’re fine…” Tony still repeated. The words seemed to finally get through.
Steve regarded Strange with a cold gaze. Someone could call him a hypocrite for hating to see Tony hurt thanks to the man. Most of all when he’d hurt Tony himself a lot of times in the past. Although not like this. Steve would never rise a hand on Tony. He would never cause him red marks or bruises on his body.
Watching the sorcerer trying to catch his breath, scared and vulnerable, it didn’t fit with the picture Steve had painted about him.
“T-tony?” the deep baritone gasped.
The man above him nodded.
“Yes. It’s me.”
“God,” Strange frowned a moment later noticing the marks on Tony’s skin. “I did this to you…”
Steve could lie that he didn’t hear any self-resentment in Strange’s voice, but he did… a lot of it.
“Steve…” Nat squeezed his shoulder. “We should go. They’re okay.”
Steve didn’t move right away.
“Tony…” he called out softly. He saw both men looking at him like they had no idea why he was there in the first place.
“I want to talk to you… later. And that…” he scowled at his injuries, “it needs to be taken care of.”
“I will do it,” Strange spat firmly. His eyes were piercing. They made Steve feel small and helpless no matter that he was the one standing above them while Strange was naked beneath Tony in more than incriminating position. Somehow it still felt like the sorcerer was in control here.
“Steve, come,” Nat tugged at his t-shirt and after few attempts at moving him he finally stepped back.
Tony attempted for a small smile at their departure. Perhaps it should have calmed them down and assure that everything was indeed fine. It did neither.
Steve walked out and the door were closed behind them. Magic.
The team returned to the kitchen sitting heavily on the chairs they had been previously occupying.
“That looked bad,” Clint said after a heavy moment of silence.
Nat nodded.
“Stark knows how to pick them,” he snorted next and Steve scowled even more.
No. According to him Tony had the worst taste in partners. Stephen Strange was certainly a proof of that.
OOO
“Ouch,” Tony huffed, “hey! What about a bit more tender approach, doctor?”
Stephen snorted in annoyance.
“You didn’t let me heal you, now you’re going to suffer.”
Tony watched Stephen working on his other arm. The right one was already wrapped in the thick bandage. Tony started to worry that at the end of this he would look like a mummy.
“That’s not fair. I’m the patient. You should be nice.”
Stephen shook his head with a smirk, which was all that Tony wanted to manage.
“You know I’ve never been very nice to my patients before,” Stephen said slowly, “most of all to the ones who didn’t trust me.”
Tony frowned at that.
“What do you mean? I do trust you.”
“You do?” Stephen raised his eyebrows. “Why don’t you let me use magic on you then?”
Tony’s eyes darted away.
“You know why.”
“Because you don’t trust me.”
“No,” Tony interjected firmly, “because I don’t trust magic. That’s all.”
Stephen stopped to work on his arm for a moment lifting his green-blueish eyes to look into Tony’s chocolate ones.
“Magic belongs with me. It will always be like this. I can’t give it up.”
“And I’m not asking you to,” Tony answered truthfully. “What is this really about, Stephen? Are you trying to push me away again? One night spent together gone wrong and now you what? Won’t answer your phone for a month?”
Stephen let out a sight with a chuckle betraying the fact that this was exactly what he planned in that pretty head of his.
“At least two…” he murmured in the end setting back to work.
“At least what two?”
“Months,” he said smirking.
Tony let an amused smile spread on his lips since Stephen couldn’t see it now.
“You asshole.”
They spent another few minutes in silence. Tony watched Stephen’s long elegant fingers moving around his arm efficiently. He couldn’t spot any shaking now, so he was sure that Stephen was using magic to steady them. Once he was done, he checked on his work, scowling slightly.
“What is it? Don’t like the design?” Tony snorted. But then he noticed that Stephen wasn’t looking at his arms but rather at his throat. Gentle fingers then carefully lifted his chin so he could take a better look.
“Let me at least heal this. If you walk out of this room like that your boyfriend might get really pissed off.”
Tony flinched away from Stephen’s touch with a frown.
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“He acts like it.”
“You know damn well that is not the truth.”
Tony stood up from the bed walking a straight line to the corner of the room and back. Then he realized something.
“You know he was watching us.” That wasn’t a question. Looking into Stephen’s non-readable face, he just knew.
“I do,” the sorcerer confirmed leaning against the headboard. His legs stayed tangled in the sheets.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“Why didn’t you?”
Tony kept gazing at those suddenly so cold and calculating eyes and he felt the goosebumps run down his bare back.
“You think that I wanted to make him jealous. That’s why I let him pry on us.”
“Am I wrong?” Stephen pursed his lips in a thin line. Was he angry? Disappointed? Jealous himself? Tony had no idea.
“Yes, you are,” Tony spat, “I let him because I didn’t want you to stop. It’s that simple. If you knew, you would stop and leave.”
Stephen gave him a quizzical look, although something deep inside his stormy eyes cleared and calmed down.
“No matter what your intentions were, now you have your Captain where you wanted him,” Stephen said in the end. He tried to pretend he wasn’t bothered at all by what he was saying, but Tony knew him.
“You can use it to your advantage, he won’t say no to you now.”
Tony gave Stephen a look like he was a particularly difficult child that needed to be explained everything in details.
“If you haven’t noticed, I’m not interested in him anymore.”
“You’re not?” Stephen’s voice went an octave higher than usual. “Then who you’re interested in?”
Tony sighed.
“You really like to play dumb, don’t you?”
“Always,” the man smirked. “I want you to say it.”
Tony’s lips fought the urge to smile.
“I want you,” he said after a moment of an intense eye-fucking. “I want you whole. Not just for sex.”
“Why?”
Tony snorted. “Do I need a reason for this?”
“Yes.”
So much for trying to make it easy.
“I want you because you make me feel special,” Tony breathed out looking everywhere but at the man resting on his bed. “I want you because you care about me without any side motives. I want you because I feel safe with you. I want you…” Tony swallowed hard, “because I fell in love with you but I’m scared to tell you so you wouldn’t panic and leave me.”
At the time when Tony’s eyes were brave enough to find the sorcerer again, Stephen’s face was clear from all anger and annoyance. Instead there was a smirk plastered on his lips and a fond spark in his eyes.
“You’ve just told me,” he added not helpful at all. Bastard.
“I guess I did,” Tony nodded. “So if you want to leave, do it now. I had enough of games and heartbreak for more than one life.”
Stephen shook his head, amused.
“I like it here. I don’t think I’m going anywhere, and I certainly don’t play with you. At least not outside the bed.”
Tony’s heart started to beat like crazy the moment he realized what that possibly meant.
“You say that you… want to do this with me?”
“What?”
“A relationship?” he almost whispered the word like it was some taboo never to be spoked aloud.
“Yes,” Stephen nodded, “I didn’t want to be a replacement, that’s why I refused anything serious before. Now,” he gave Tony a warm smile, “now I’m sure I’m more.”
“You are,” Tony confirmed. A small smile on his lips matching Stephen’s. “You are more.”
“Come here,” the sorcerer beckoned with his hand.
It took Tony less than a second to be back in the bed with his arms wrapped around the warm and strong body with his nose buried in Stephen’s neck.
He felt a butterfly kiss being placed on his temple then and Tony shivered from the sensation.
“You still should go and talk to him. No matter how exciting it was, I don’t wish for him to stalk us all the time because he feels like there’s any chance left for him.”
Tony made a disagreeing noise.
“I don’t want to move.”
A laugh coming from the sorcerer resonated deep through his chest.
“If you go now, I will wait for you ready and wet,” Stephen whispered near his ear making Tony’s head snap up to look at him.
“Really?”
“Yes, but you need to be quick. I don’t like waiting.”
Tony grinned, kissing those beautiful and sinful lips and then he was up running around the room and blindly putting on some clothes. Only when he stepped up into the morning light seeping through the kitchen windows, he could see that neither the pants or the T-shirt was actually his.
“Tony.”
Steve was still there. Sitting on the couch alone and reading something, but immediately standing up as he saw Tony approaching.
“Are you alright?” was his first question and Tony pushed away the urge to roll his eyes.
“Of course, I am. It’s okay. He didn’t mean it. It was a nightmare, nothing else.”
Tony could feel Steve’s eyes burning a hole into his bandages.
“He hurt you.”
You hurt me too. But much worse than this – Tony wanted to say, but he bit his tongue.
“He didn’t know what he was doing. I have the same kind of nightmares. It wasn’t his fault,” he responded calmly instead.
“But that,” Steve pointed at his throat, “that is not from the nightmare. Why you let him do this to you?”
Tony snorted.
“Steve, I don’t know if it was too dark for you to notice, but I quite liked it. He doesn’t do anything I’m not okay with. That’s what safe words are for.”
Steve blushed deep red and pinned his eyes to the floor.
“Uh… okay, but still… Tony, I… I know this is probably stupid and I have no right to tell you who to sleep with or not… but if you’re doing this because of…”
“You?” Tony interjected him firmly. “No, I’m not doing this because of you. Not everything has to be about you. That ship is gone. Sailed.”
“So why then?” Steve looked miserable. Tony didn’t know why. Whether it was because he really felt disappointed that there was no chance now to be anything more than friends with Tony or that he simply gave in to his urge to protect his teammates and saw himself as failing in the task – Tony had no idea.
“Because I like him, Steve.”
“And does he like you, Tony?” the biting tone was unmistakable.
Tony sighed. “I believe he does. The time will tell. Something is sure though. You will see him around much more from now on. You better get used to that.”
Steve looked like he ate something very sore. He probably didn’t like the prospect at all. Good.
“I’ll be watching him,” he said in the end, frowning and pursuing his lips into a thin line.
Tony puffed, amused. “He’s a one kinky bastard. I don’t think he would mind if it wasn’t too often.”
With nothing else to add, Tony turned away heading back to the room imagining Steve blushing furiously behind his back. He was happy to say that he didn’t care at all.
OOO
“How did it go?”
The voice sounded almost bored, but Tony knew that wasn’t the case. He took off his clothes not trying to cover himself at all before he crawled on the bed.
“Good. I told him you’re my boyfriend now.”
“Oh, did you?”
“Yes, not explicitly, but yeah.”
A hum was everything Tony got in return. Stephen was sprawled on his front on the bed. Tony guessed that still naked under the covers. His head resting on Tony’s pillow, eyes closed.
“So you didn’t make sure that he understood you’re mine now? I guess I will have to make it clear then myself.”
Tony huffed. He crawled over the sorcerer’s body leaning down to whisper next to his ear.
“Big words. You promised to be ready for me and look at you, sleepyhead.”
“Who said that I’m not ready?” came back the reply. Strange’s eyes snapped open and he lifted his hips up to press that beautiful ass into Tony’s groin, rolling his hips just to make it so much more obvious how ready he was.
Tony moaned softly.
“You are really a man of your word, darling,” Tony praised him when he reached down under the cover and found Stephen’s hole wet and perfectly stretched out for him. Ready for use.
“I always am,” Stephen agreed making few more moves to brush Tony’s growing erection with his buttocks.
“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”
“I’m counting with it,” the sorcerer smirked.
It was a matter of second in which Stephen suddenly turned and threw Tony over so he could sit on him while the engineer’s back stretched like a cat beneath him.
He waisted no more time. With Tony being full hard at the moment, he simple maneuvered his cock inside his opening and sat down, taking him slowly in, balls deep.
Tony moaned loving every part of Stephen’s rough handling. They didn’t share more words as the sorcerer started to impale himself on Tony’s cock, picking up on the speed with every other thrust. Tony moved with him in sync, pressing ever so deeper inside right to the sweet spot he knew would send the sorcerer into extasy. Tony could see him shatter as the speed became rigid and wild, when Tony hit his prostate every damn time he pushed inside, and that was his time to change their positions again.
Seeing that trust and delight as Tony fucked the heck out of him was the best reward and the biggest turn on he could imagine.
It didn’t take long for him to finish, but first he stroked Stephen wanting to see him splatter his seed on his own abdomen. When that happened, Tony didn’t need to push inside anymore. He came into the sorcerer supreme’s tight hole with a cry of pleasure and his whole body seizing in fulfillment.
He pumped so much of his cum inside that it started to run down Stephen’s thigs right after he’d pulled his cock out.
Stephen didn’t look like he minded too much, getting down from his own bliss slowly.
They curled together with Tony’s hand gently running up and down between Stephen’s oversensitive hole feeling more and more cum break out of there.
“You’re so wicked,” the sorcerer grinned into Tony’s warm skin on his neck.
“Why? Because I want to enjoy my work?”
“Your work?” Stephen huffed.
“Cooperation?”
Stephen snorted.
“Better.”
After another moment of pleasing silence, Tony took a deep breath.
“You know…” he started carefully, “I think I might be falling in lo…”
“No,” he was interjected firmly.
“No?”
“Don’t say it now. Not right after you fucked me into the mattress,” Stephen murmured sleepily.
Tony chuckled.
“When should I say it then?”
“When we wake up,” came a hardly understandable answer making Tony grin like an idiot.
It was already a morning, but they weren’t in any hurry to get out of the room and face the world. They didn’t need to. Tony’s opinion was that they fully deserved few stolen moments here and there and secretly he hoped there will be much more of those in the future. The truth was that neither one of them slept well without the other around. Even when having nightmares, they could be overcome much easier with someone else close and ready to help. Someone who understood. After three days straight of almost no sleep, Tony finally felt rested. Now it was time for Stephen to get his share as well. The sorcerer’s hand running comforting circles under Tony’s reactor but not any higher than that let them know that they had still quite a road before them. But that… That could wait.
“When we wake up then,” he murmured kissing Stephen’s forehead and closing his eyes as well.