Tony Is A Loner
Tony trudged upstairs for his midnight coffee, somewhere around three in the morning. His eyes were droopy, and he damn near tripped over a chair that was weirdly in the middle of the kitchen.
The coffee pot was empty. "Fuck," Tony whined, turning around and leaning against the counter. "Jarv, do I have any coffee powder left?"
"No, Sir. You emptied it yesterday night," Jarvis' voice came into the air surrounding Tony.
"Shit," Tony mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?" He asked lowly, glancing at the clock.
"If you're thinking of proceeding to the market, I would highly advise not. You're monthly heat is starting tomorrow, Sir," Jarvis replied.
Tony rolled his eyes. "I can handle myself," he huffed, walking over to his bedroom to put on some pants. He slung his over sized shirt across the room and slid on a heavy jacket to mask his smell.
"Sir, it is quite dangerous for an omega to be out at such times," Jarvis said. Tony could almost detect a hint of worry in the AI's voice, and it made him more annoyed.
"I-" Tony struggled to pull on his jeans in his sleep-deprived state, "can handle it." Tony sighed in relief as he was finally dressed, and made his way to the front door. Jarvis sighed internally, and watched Tony leave.
The street was dark, it was late, and Jesus, was it cold. Tony was shivering in his jacket, which was made to keep him warm, and he pulled it tighter against his shoulders.
His eyes shifted, his brain alert to any alphas with ideas. His steps echoed off the pavement against the quiet night as he approached the market.
He shook his body as the warm air blasted into his face when he walked in. He set himself straight and searched the isle for coffee. He picked up a random tin, desperate to get back home, and went to the till.
And to Tony's luck, by the great gods who loved him, the clerk was a male. Tony could smell his alpha scent and it made his mouth water, but he ignored it and the clerks clearly hungry stares.
He reached out a bill to the man, and as he was about to grab the tin and get the hell out of there, he felt the man clutch onto his wrist.
He gasped as the man pulled him forward, dragging him halfway across the counter to sniff at him. "Don't you think it's dangerous for a little omega to be out so late?" The man taunted, a grin on his face.
"Let go," Tony demanded, his stomach aching. He felt his nostrils flare, and he wanted to kiss this man, but his moral judgment made him fling the hand off his wrist. Eyes wide, he backed off the counter and grabbed the tin. He quickly made for the door, but then the burly man was standing in front of him, his eyes dark and angry.
"Don't tease, boy," he growled, gripping Tony's hips so hard it hurt. Tony whimpered, and his stupid omega genes wanted to submit to him, oh, so badly.
Before Tony could ruin everything he stood for, he was ripped away by another man. Tony almost melted in despair- there were two of them, but then he was pushed in the opposite direction, towards the door.
"Don't try it, buddy," the strange man snapped. Tony didn't wait, bolting out of the door with the tin clutched to his chest. Just as he rounded the corner of the store, he saw the man staring out at him.
His hair was long and it covered his face, but his eyes, dark and daunting, bored into his own. Tony stumbled, almost embarrassingly falling to the ground.
He hurried home and locked the door behind him. The man, who had saved him, smelled like straight testosterone. Tony didn't need to smell him again to know he was an alpha.
"Why didn't you try and stop me," Tony breathed to Jarvis, glaring at the ceiling.
Jarvis sighed again.
Tony dreamt of the man. He didn't understand, not entirely, why the man had saved him. He hadn't heard of alphas that didn't lose their shit at an omega scent, and it creeped him out.
All day, especially when he was enjoying a nice cup of coffee, his mind would always drift back to those eyes. They were captivating, and Tony could still see them behind his eyelids.
Tony was too distracted to finish the projects he was on, but he didn't want to keep thinking about this man he didn't know, so he called Peter.
"I don't know, man," Peter drawled, laying back on the deck to soak up the sun. "Seems like you're pretty torn up about something."
Tony and Peter had been friends for years, call it an omega support group, as Peter did, and he knew when things weren't right.
"I was out late last night to get some coffee," Tony started. Peter shot up and tsked, shaking his head.
"You're bound to hit heat any moment, and you go out just for some damn coffee?" Peter frowned at Tony.
"I know, okay, I know, it was stupid," Tony paused. "The clerk tried to eat me, I think, but this dude, this- very strange dude saved me." Tony shrugged, knowing his explanation was shit.
Peter stared blankly at Tony. "Think you've gone mad, Stark," he muttered. Tony did not blush, and he went to grab some chips.
Tony was dying. There was just no other explanation on why this particular heat was so fucking bad that it made Tony want to stab himself.
He groaned, palming himself through his boxers for the third time in the last hour. He arched his back, the pain and need torturing his body. He threw his head from side to side, gripping himself harder, desperate for the friction.
He moaned and slipped his hand into his newly clean underwear, quickly moving his hand to relieve himself. His hips jerked widely and he gasped, fiercely jacking himself into an orgasm. He jutted his chest and cried out as he came, cum splattering his already stained stomach.
He sighed miserably, his body sore, but wanting. It was times like these he regretted not having a mate, but he never found one that actually have a rats ass about Tony
After two more sessions, and Tony realizing it was only the first day, he decided fuck it, and he got dressed.
The club was dark and the music was deafening, just the way Tony liked it. He often hated himself after the week was done for doing this, but his body demanded it, and God, he needed it.
As always, all the alphas in the room immediately noticed Tony's scent, and swarmed toward him.
Tony already knew the man who was in charge of the back rooms, so he got in easily. Everyone ignored Tony's cries as he was lifted into their arms and fucked harshly, they were to focused on getting their own release.
Tony gripped the mans shoulders and threw his hips forward, meeting their thrusts. He screamed and cried as his body demanded more God dammit. The night flew by, and at seven in the morning, Tony was making the walk of shame back to his house.
There waiting, by his front door, was the man. Tony stopped dead, staring stupidly at him. He was wearing a leather coat and jeans, and the eyes that Tony remembered so well were staring back at him.
The man cocked his head, his eyes running down Tony's body, which was scratched and disgraced, with torn clothes covering it. Tony felt ashamed, and even more so at being embaressed by a man he didn't know.
"What's your name?" Tony almost bawked at his voice. It was deep, manly, and most of all kind.
"T-Tony," Tony replied, feeling extra stupid. He wondered how this man knew where he lived.
"Bucky," he rumbled, leaning against the door frame.
"Oh." Tony blinked. "W-Why are you here? How do you know where I live?" Tony's chest filled with fear, dealing with an alpha who knew where he lived was not on his bucket list.
"I.. saw you. Last night, at the club," Bucky muttered, rolling his shoulders.
"Okay, that doesn't explain why you're here," Tony stepped up to Bucky, feigning courage. "Could I please enter my house?"
"'Course," Bucky shifted over, idly staring at Tony. "Could I come in?"
Tony opened his mouth to say no, but out came a "Sure." He sighed and tightened his muscles as Bucky followed him in.
Tony set his bag on the floor and turned to Bucky. "Why are you here? What, you didn't get a turn at the club? Sorry, I'm closed," he snapped.
In all honesty, if Bucky was here for that, Tony was open as hell. But he was nowhere near willing to admit that.
"No," Bucky scratched his head. "You don't have to do that, y'know." Tony raised an eyebrow. "Sell yourself out like that," he finished.
Tony blinked, and suddenly wanted to push this man out of his house and move away. "Just what the fuck makes you think I should care about your opinion?" Tony yelled.
"Ton-"
"No, no, get out," he demanded. He knew, damn well, if he pissed Bucky off he had hell to pay, but for some reason, when he turned back around to yell at him some more, Bucky was gone.