Trouble over triumph
Oh bruce, so submissive but insistent all the same.
What is this, the thirtieth time I've had to jerk him off? Gradually I shrunk, settling the two heated body's on the couch loosely. Tonys eyes were lided, pupils dialated and his lax hand was gripped into the firm grip of the physicist, with just the hint of a furrow. Lovingly I patted Bruce's thigh although when I went to do the same to Tony his breathing turned labored, eyes widening in the process.
Ok, we still a long way to go. Maybe if I looked more like him he'd accept me more. I sat on tonys lap, being sure to stir clear of his semihard genitals, even so his breathing wavered once more. His eyes wondered upon me and I could tell, if he wasn't either too scared or too tired he would be shifting non-stop. I was still for a moment, much to Tonys delight.
But he was quick to miss the horrors that proceeded.
Tony
Lazily I gazed at the pitch inactive blob, seeming to be in deep thought. Despite the lack of facial features and structure in their "body", somehow I was sure that the creature was definitely thinking.
Soon after my eyes were fixated on Bruce's calm face. Although it was true that Bruce was a small man with insecurities, reserved and kind, the distant one amongst the team, it's like none of that existed! Did he play us me? I could feel my chest beat, echoing my own emotions. That even the vibrating and a strange ache coursing through me wouldn't dim my assault.
Well, until BZZT! The sensation of a trickling fire pulsed around my heart, easing it's way to the rest of my body. Oh God, please tell me that was just in my head, I peered down, hands shaking at the mere sight. Arc reactor. . . Pulled. . . Creature. . . Inside. Was the only words my mind could use to describe it and I wouldn't allow that go any longer. The black bubbly mess quickly sunk deeper, curling past the silver walls of the reactor. Hesitantly I dived my hand after them, pawing at them, and in a fit the creatures tentacles grabbed my wrists, pushing me away while a third one was reaching out to block it's entrance with the rest of the reactor. After a long wheeze I could just vaguely make out whether or not my fists curled, musles bulged, or face scrunch up with perspiration anymore. Why, I began to think. Why are they doing this Fuck, I don't get it.
3rd POV
Tonys weakening hand began to shake while his eyes lids lulled back and forth. At this point it was obvious how Bruce had gotten so pale, 'cause Tony was now following suit. His brows furrowed making it evident just how much he has aged. Simply stating his perception of time turned crooked would be an understatement. But vividly describing how a wet tear from an insecure scientist stopped it all would be over endorsement.
Petrified eyes laid shakingly on the display as heart achingly dread was drapped over his face; like a child shivering from the cold on a railroad track, watching the train come dash towards them with ill intent, just waiting to end it all. The tentacle, with a lingering graceful movement, slipped from away from Tonys loose wrist leaving it to fall to his lap while it stretched to hover over Bruce's face. Bruce could only hope that his words would touch the creature, that they'd make a difference.
But how could he make difference if he didn't speak?