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There weren’t any nazi octopus murals on the roof, but nevertheless it was pretty clearly a Hydra base. Tony Stark had seen some evil lairs in his time, so many he once considered making a coffee table book, and this place checked all the boxes. Remote? Check. Isolated? Check. Creepy? Double check. Yes, there was definitely something rotten in Denmark - or rather, Iceland.
His sensors did not detect any kind of forcefield or high tech security system, so Iron Man risked flying lower. He had promised the team he wouldn’t kick down any doors today, this was simply a reconnaissance mission. He did not observe anyone coming or going as he flew around, which seemed odd. Usually these places were buzzing hives of unscrupulous activity.
“Maybe no one’s home,” he mused to himself. This notion, true or not, made the temptation to take a closer look too enticing to ignore. He flew lower, eyes peeled for any kind of interference.
He made it all the way to the ground, hanging back in the thick of the forest and casting about for any sign he had been made. Nothing. “This is weird,” he whispered as his good fortune transformed into a bad feeling. Still, though, better to be sure. His promise to stick to surveillance vanished into so much smoke.
He crept up to the building, reading the continual feed of diagnostic information on his HUD. Maybe this place is abandoned , he thought as he made his way to one of the side entrances that seemed the least obvious mode of entry. This really was a job for Wasp, she was much better at sneaking, but Tony was impatient. There were too many Hydra bases popping up all over the world to risk taking his sweet time.
There was a keypad on the door and Tony approached it with ill intent. He was just preparing to crack the code when his HUD flashed red. Someone was coming. Tony flew up to the roof and ducked back, waiting as the door opened and a figure in black emerged. He was a big guy with a head of yellow hair and looked to be on his own. Tony watched for a moment, then let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
“What the...Steve!” he said as loudly as he dared, coming out of his hiding place and landing beside his long-time friend. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Steve did not look happy to see him. His blue eyes were wide and startled, then hardened with suspicion. “I should ask you the same thing.”
Tony was stung. “I was here checking out intel that this is a Hydra base of operations.” He glanced at Steve’s outfit, a heavy black sweater and gray slacks, “I’m guessing you’re here on some kind of undercover op?”
The big man hesitated. He looked angry, furious almost. He turned and punched in a code on the door, then opened it. “Come on,” he ordered. His tone did not leave room for argument.
Tony did not immediately comply. Something was off, he could feel it. He opened his mouth to ask what was going on when Steve grabbed him by the arm and physically propelled him through the door. Even in the suit Tony was no match for the super soldier’s strength.
“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” he demanded once they were inside. The place was dingy and dark, barely lit by ancient guttering lights set into the walls.
“It’s complicated,” Steve said shortly and started walking. “Come on,” he demanded.
Not liking it one little bit, Tony did. His sensors did not pick up any other life in the surrounding area, but presented him with a steady feed of all available data. “What is this place?” he asked, hurrying to keep up with Steve’s long strides.
The soldier did not answer him. He led Tony down a maze of corridors and into a room at the end of a long empty hallway. Steve shut the door behind them and when he turned, Tony swore under his breath.
“These guys need a new decorator,” he said, staring up at the giant Hydra symbol painted in what looked like dried blood on the wall. It was at least eight-feet tall.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Steve said from behind him.
Tony glanced back. Steve was standing by a table stacked high with all kinds of tech junk. A quick analysis revealed bits and pieces that might have once belonged to a very large missile. Tony felt a chill go down his spine.
“Did I cut in on your dance, Cap? If so, it wasn’t intentional. No one knew you were out here.”
“Yeah, well, that’s the idea,” Steve said, rustling around on the table as though looking for something.
Tony took in the rest of the room with a frown. There wasn’t much of interest besides the grisly art piece. A few odds and ends, a folding chair, and in one corner of the room a blueprint tacked up on the wall. He approached to get a closer look and let out a quiet curse. “This is one of mine,” he breathed, snatching it up. “From years ago. We never put it into production, though, it was too-”
All of the air left Tony’s lungs in a rush. His back and side exploded in agony and he dropped to his knees. He twisted to look behind him and pain burned up his back in a searing wave. Steve crouched behind him, his expression hard, his hand on the hilt of the blade that was buried in Tony’s back.
“You really shouldn’t have come,” he murmured and pressed down. An electric current burned through the blade of the knife and into its victim.
The world went dark and Tony knew no more.
The first thing he was aware of was cold. That was not, he figured, a good sign. Tony opened his eyes slowly and saw only shadows. The hulking shapes of furniture loomed in the distance but he could not make sense of them. The room around him was small and one might have called it cozy if it weren’t so fucking creepy.
Steve. It was his first coherent thought and jolted him immediately to awareness. He tried to feel his side where he had been stabbed, but found that his hands were bound to the chair behind him. Oh, and he was naked. Well, not completely naked; he had worn boxer shorts today and that was a blessing because he had been stripped of all else. Which also explained why he was freezing. Shivering, he tested his bonds and found not the least amount of give. Yeah, he didn’t really expect that to work. Steve was pretty good at knots.
His side didn’t hurt nearly enough for the kind of injury he had sustained. He craned his neck to see in the semi-darkness and observed a dark smear along his skin, but nothing else. Huh.
Emotionally he vacillated between concerned confusion and an eerie sense of calm. This was Steve after all. Maybe he had been possessed, or had his mind controlled by some ancient artifact. Things like that did happen with some regularity.
“STEVE!” he yelled to the empty room. He stomped his feet and banged the legs of the chair against the floor. “HEY! ROGERS!”
Tony kept up the racket until the door to the room opened letting in the light from the hallway. Steve’s body filled the doorway. He would have known that silhouette anywhere.
“Hey,” Tony said with a charming smile. “I know this is a hostage situation, but do you think I could get a blanket? It’s fucking cold in here.”
Steve stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Tony tried to see his face, but it was obscured in the gloom. His entrance let in another icy draft and Tony began shivering in earnest.
“Do you mind telling me what the actual fuck is going on here?” Tony asked around his chattering teeth.
Steve moved to the opposite wall and knelt down. He ignored his captive and instead fiddled with something unseen. In a few minutes a small flame appeared in what Tony could now identify as a fireplace.
“Aw, this is nice,” he said. “Are we gonna have cocoa and tell scary stories? I want mine with those little marshmallows.”
Steve rose and approached. He crouched down and now Tony could see his face very clearly. His eyes were bright and intent. His lips were curled into a smile, and it was not pleasant.
“You just don’t know when to shut up, do you?” he said in a low voice.
Tony stared into the face of his best friend. “You stabbed me.”
Steve nodded and his eyes flicked down to Tony’s skin.
“I got better.”
“Mmhm,” Steve agreed, rising and moving behind Tony and out of sight. “One of our latest inventions. You made for a convenient test subject.”
“Gosh, that sounds swell. Is it safe to assume that by ‘our’ you’re now talking about Hydra?”
“You’re a smart guy, Tony. You tell me.”
He sighed and laid his head back on the uncomfortable chair. “Steve. Just tell me what’s going on.”
Steve’s voice was suddenly right in his ear, his breath coming in warm puffs against Tony’s neck. It made him jump. “You’re right, Tony. I do know you. Want me to tell you what I know?”
“That would...help,” he managed. It suddenly didn’t feel quite so cold in here anymore, and that had nothing to do with the now-roaring fire.
“Now you know my secret. And I know yours,” Steve whispered against the shell of his ear.
Tony shivered. He couldn’t think of a single thing to say. His mouth was dry.
“You and I….we’ve always been close, haven’t we?” Steve drawled in a manner very inconsistent with the big friendly man Tony had always known. He sounded dangerous. Tony’s cock, traitor that it was, stirred. “But not close enough for you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tony said and was utterly betrayed by the weakness of his voice.
Steve chuckled. His hand came up to rest on Tony’s bare shoulder, leather gloves warmed by the heat of his skin. Tony jolted at his touch and shut his eyes when Steve let his hand slide lower, pressing hard against the other man's breastbone. “You’re not fooling anyone. I’ve known for a long time. Years, Tony. It’s written all over your face when we’re together. You want me.”
Tony did not argue. His eyes were squeezed shut. Steve’s gloved fingers flicked over a nipple, bringing it to hardness, and Tony gasped.
“Oh, I like that sound,” Steve groaned in his ear. He pinched Tony’s nipple, harder. “Do it again.”
“If you...wanted to fuck me, Steve, all you had to do was ask,” Tony grunted.
Steve’s hand stilled. He moved away suddenly leaving Tony achingly hard and very cold. “I didn’t think it would be you,” he said after a moment. “Here. I knew the team was searching for locations, but I thought they would send one of the younger ones. I heard you were out of the game.”
“I am.”
“And?”
“Retirement is boring.”
Steve snorted. “You’ll never retire.”
“That’s probably true. You on the other hand, you’ve picked up an interesting hobby in your declining years.”
“You’re taking this awfully well.”
“My money’s on alien mind control at the moment.”
“Ah. Denial.”
“My favorite river,” Tony confirmed.
“Someday,” Steve said, reappearing in the corner of his vision, “maybe I’ll tell you the whole story. For now, though, I’m faced with the difficult decision of what to do with you.”
“Oh good,” Tony sighed, rolling his eyes. “We’re getting into cliche villain talk now. Can we just not? We both know better.”
Steve regarded him, firelight dancing over his handsome features. “You’re right. Let’s try something more original.”
He bent over Tony so that their faces were inches apart. He smelled like fire-smoke and aftershave. The other man was determined not to flinch and stared right back, clenching his jaw in defiance. Steve reached out and ran his hands over Tony’s bare shoulders, barely touching. Fingers tickled down his arms to the restraints and with a single sharp tug the ropes gave way. God, he was strong. That was not something Tony needed to be reminded of right now.
Steve stepped back and Tony was free.
“I have to say, I did not see that coming.”
“You’re defenseless, Tony. I’m not exactly worried about what you’re going to do to me.” In his eyes was the unspoken end to that sentence, full of promises about what Steve was going to do to him .
Tony shivered. He stood up unsteadily on his feet and ran his hands over the spot on his side where the knife had penetrated earlier. The skin was whole and unmarked without so much as a scar. “That’s a neat trick,” he admitted.
When he looked up Steve was standing with his hands in his pockets staring at him. He didn’t look like a Hydra operative. He looked like the man Tony had lived with, and fought beside, and loved for much of his adult life. His chest ached and a wave of exhaustion overtook him.
“What do you want, Steve?”
The big man came close. “As I said, I didn’t think it would be you. But...well, maybe it’s best to think of this as an opportunity rather than an accident.”
Tony gave him a hard look. Mostly naked, aroused, and trying to figure out what to do with his hands, he knew he did not make an intimidating figure. Certainly not compared to Steve who was in complete control and staring at him like they had all the time in the world.
“You’re trying so hard, Tony. You always have. You’ve worked your whole life and for what? Where did it get you? You’re all alone now.” He took a step closer, almost touching. “Aren’t you tired?”
“Of course I am.”
Steve brought his hand up to Tony’s face, pressing his finger against the seam of the darker man’s mouth. “Open,” he said quietly. Tony did without knowing why. Steve put his gloved finger into Tony’s mouth, making him wince at the unpleasant taste. “Bite.”
Tony bit down, not hard, and Steve withdrew his hand from the glove. Tony spat it on the floor. “What-” he began again, but the questions died in his throat when Steve brought his bare hand up to cradle Tony’s face with surprising gentleness. Just a simple touch. Something inside of Tony broke and he nearly sobbed.
“Don’t fight,” Steve said and leaned down. They kissed.
Their first kiss, something Tony had spent many fevered nights imagining and it was here in an Hydra base while he was being held captive by Captain America who, it turned out, had been a traitor all along. Steve was gentle at first, moving their lips together as though they were lovers. Then he deepened the embrace, his hand sliding around to the base of Tony’s skull where he snatched a fist-full of dark hair in a savage hold. The smaller man hissed in pain and pulled his mouth away. Steve tightened his grip, grinning. He dragged Tony closer so he could whisper in his ear again.
“You’re going to be mine, Tony. Do you know how I know that? You haven’t tried to leave once. You haven’t so much as struggled. You want this as much as I do. Maybe all you’ve been waiting for is someone who knows how to master you.”
“Get off me,” Tony insisted between gritted teeth.
“I don’t think so,” Steve said, snaking his other hand down to squeeze the front of Tony’s boxers. He gasped. “I don’t think that’s what you really want.”
Tony had never been so hard in his life. It was making cognition difficult.
Steve’s hand still in the glove pushed down the waistband of Tony’s boxers and his dick sprang free. His captor stroked it lightly, leather dragging against the smooth skin. Tony bit his lip so hard it nearly drew blood. The hand in his hair pulled, forcing the smaller man up onto the balls of his feet, making his back arch.
“Agh, you fuck!” Tony cried. He reached up and clung to Steve’s muscular arm, trying to give himself some leverage, but it did little good. Steve’s hold on him was complete and total.
Steve fisted Tony’s cock roughly, painfully. Tony growled, gritting his teeth against the onslaught of sensation. Just as he was about to demand that the other man stop, plead even, Steve tilted his head and spit on Tony’s dick. It should not have turned him on half as much as it did. Steve smeared the saliva around with his hand and now the leather was warm and slick and felt incredible .
For some unknowable time, Tony lost himself. Between the unnatural position his body was forced into, the discomfort of his hair being viciously pulled, the overwhelming pleasure on his cock, and the fact that it was Steve - Steve! - doing all of this to him Tony began to lose touch with reality. Maybe this was all some incredibly erotic dream, a fantasy he had cooked up after too many nights alone. Steve pressed against him and he could feel the bigger man’s straining erection through his pants.
“I’m going to fuck you, Tony,” Steve promised. His voice was thick with desire. “Tell me how much you want it.”
Tony did not answer right away. Steve was stroking his cock faster and he found himself embarrassingly close to coming. His captor picked up on this and stopped abruptly, removing his hand. Tony whined petulantly at the loss of contact. The hand in his hair was the next to go, leaving Tony stumbling. He caught himself before he fell and watched as Steve whipped off that heavy gray sweater.
He’d seen Steve’s body before. His uniform was ripped, burned, or physically torn from him often enough that Tony had put together a fairly accurate mental image. It was nothing compared to the real deal. His upper body was a hairless landscape of sculpted musculature that would make a bodybuilder weep. He raised his chin, letting Tony drink in the sight of him, before stepping forward and pulling him tight once more. Their bodies met, skin against skin, and Tony couldn’t stop himself from touching. Steve let him explore freely, eyes locked on Tony’s face as he ran a hand over Steve’s chest and down his abs. If they had come together under different circumstances Tony would have told him how gorgeous he was, how hot. But here, in this place, with fear and arousal pulsing through him in equal measure, such words of endearment seemed wrong.
Steve took one of Tony’s hands in his and guided it to the front of his trousers. Tony squeezed reflexively, pulling a sigh from Steve’s parted lips. His cock was huge and hard as a rock. Tony felt dizzy.
“Get down there,” Steve growled, pushing at his shoulders. Tony went to his knees. His fingers fumbled with the fly of Steve’s pants until he finally got them open and pushed down the man’s muscular legs. His underwear came next and suddenly Tony found himself faced with the largest cock he had ever seen in his life. It was a sight to behold.
Sensing his hesitation, Steve wrapped his fingers in Tony’s hair again and forced him to look up. His face was the very picture of lust, lips wet, eyes hooded. It was a sight Tony hoped never to forget.
“Is this what you imagined, Tony?”
In response, Tony opened wide and took in as much of Steve’s cock as he could manage. It was a tight fit, but he did his best. The man above him groaned, resting his hands on Tony’s shoulders.
“Ah, god, you’re good at that. I should have known.”
Tony flicked the underside of Steve’s cock with his tongue, prompting a loud grunt of pleasure. He brought to bear all of the tricks he had acquired over a long career of debauchery and employed them with skill. Steve was satisfyingly noisy, grunting and cursing and goading him on.
It was all too much. Tony snaked a hand down and started massaging his own cock, fisting it like a man on a mission. He took the head of Steve’s cock down his throat and the other man shouted his pleasure. Then he felt those vicious fingers in his hair once more, tugging his mouth away. He pulled off, leaving a long string of drool connecting his lips to Steve’s dick.
“Stop,” Steve commanded. Tony’s hand stilled and he let out a groan of protest. “We’re barely getting started. Come here.”
He pulled and Tony rose, arching his neck in an effort to relieve the pressure on his scalp. Steve held him fast, stepping out of his pants and kicking his shoes off at the same time. His eyes went to Tony, traveling down his body with an appreciative gaze. It was almost enough to make a fella blush.
“Steve,” he started and then didn’t know what else to say. We shouldn’t be doing this. Why didn’t we do it sooner? How long have you been betraying us? Let me go. Don’t ever let me go. Tony felt like he might go insane.
He released Tony’s hair and spun him around so that his back was pressed against Steve. One muscular arm came up to rest across Tony’s throat while the other grabbed him around the middle. Steve tipped his head down so his mouth was on Tony’s ear again. He was breathing much faster now.
“Tell me how much you want it,” Steve commanded again. His hand toyed with the hair on Tony’s abdomen, petting it flat against his skin.
“What are we doing?” Tony asked, closing his eyes.
“What I want.”
“You...we can’t do this.”
“But we are. And you want it.” His hand moved lower, giving Tony’s cock a rough stroke that made him cry out. “Tell me.”
“Of course I want you,” Tony said in a rush, “But-”
Steve reached down and squeezed his balls so hard Tony saw stars. “Agh!”
“You are thinking too much, Tony. Always a problem with you. I’d like to fuck every single solitary thought out of your head. How does that sound?”
Tony could only wheeze, still overwhelmed by pain. The arm against his throat tightened.
“Yes,” he wheezed. “Yes, Steve. Fuck me.”
The big man groaned, pressing his cock against the crack of Tony’s ass. “That’s what I want to hear. Get on the bed.”
He gave Tony a little shove which sent him sprawling in the direction of the twin bed. Tony hadn’t noticed it before, tucked away in the corner of the room by the fireplace. He walked to it now and hesitated, looking back at Steve. He stood watching Tony with obvious appreciation, firelight dancing on the planes of his incredible body.
“On your back,” he said.
Tony got onto the bed which creaked terribly and lay down on the cool sheets on his back. His erection, which had flagged when his balls were smashed, sprang back into life when Steve loomed over him, looking at him the way a lion observes a particularly juicy gazelle. He was holding a little bottle of something, probably lube, though Tony didn’t want to think about why he had such things on hand.
Steve bent over Tony and kissed him again, all passion and intensity. Tony returned the embrace, running his fingers through Steve’s golden hair and over the muscles in his shoulders. Steve’s hand closed around his cock and stroked, making Tony moan open-mouthed against Steve’s neck. Steve pressed the bottle into Tony’s hand. “Get me ready.”
With trembling fingers Tony poured out some of the clear slippery liquid onto his hand and smoothed it on Steve’s cock. Blue eyes fluttered closed and Steve sighed happily. He kissed the side of Tony’s jaw, then bit down hard enough to draw blood. Tony helped and bucked.
“What the fuck?” he demanded, bringing his hand up to check for blood.
Steve only smiled. “You’re mine, Tony. My toy.”
He almost objected but at the same moment Steve sat back and guided his cock to Tony’s ass. He jumped, sitting up on his elbows. “Wait, Steve. Hold on. It’s been a while and-”
Steve was not listening to him. He pressed forward, insistent, unstoppable, and all Tony could do was take it. He cried out, seizing Steve’s arms so hard his fingers dug into the muscle. “Jesus fuck, Steve! I can’t. Ah, god! You have to stop.”
Steve did not stop. He pushed forward, stretching Tony to the limit and then past. It was brutally painful. “It’s going in there,” Steve hissed. He grabbed Tony’s hands and pushed them into the mattress, holding fast as the smaller man started to struggle.
Then he was fully seated, his balls pressing against Tony’s ass. Tony panted, tears squeezing from his eyes and running down his cheeks.
“Look at me,” Steve demanded.
Tony opened his eyes. Steve looked down on him in triumph and gave one shallow, almost reflexive, thrust. All thoughts of pain were forgotten. Steve’s cock was filling him utterly, putting continuous pressure on his prostate. The stretching that had been so painful became intensely pleasurable with unbelievable speed. Tony groaned, arching his back and Steve gave a grunt of satisfaction.
“Like that?” he said breathlessly.
“Steve,” Tony sighed.
The big man pulled back and slammed his cock home again. Tony screamed and nearly came off the bed entirely. Steve adjusted his hold so that both of Tony’s wrists were captured in one big hand while the other moved to Tony’s hip, holding him right where he wanted. He set a brutal pace, fucking him roughly.
Orgasm overtook Tony with shocking intensity and speed. He was coming before he scarcely knew what was happening, spurting thick ropes of semen onto Steve’s belly. Steve smeared some on his hand and held it up to Tony’s mouth, forcing his fingers inside. Tony licked his own cum off those thick fingers and, if Steve had asked, he would have begged for more. There was no change in Steve’s pace after Tony’s orgasm had rocked through him. He fucked Tony relentlessly, slamming his hips into Tony hard enough to bruise. All the smaller man could do was thrash his head back and forth and ride the waves of pleasure that crashed through his body.
Tony came a second time only a few minutes later. He arched his back, crying out Steve’s name in a voice that was almost a sob. Then he collapsed, panting, utterly spent onto the bed. Steve did not let up.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he promised, releasing Tony’s sore wrists and taking hold of his hips. He lifted Tony’s lower body off the bed and pounded into him with renewed force. Tony became distantly aware of someone screaming. It turned out to be him.
“Steve, please, I can’t,” he cried, overwhelmed by sensation. He clutched at the other man, desperately trying to find some anchor in this sea of chaos. Steve only smiled at him and twisted one of Tony’s nipples between his fingers, making him yell.
“Oh, Tony, fuck, I’m gonna come,” he said roughly. “Oh, yeah. Take my come. Take it!” His hips snapped forward again and again and then his hand was on Tony’s throat, squeezing.
Tony’s air was cut off. He pulled at Steve’s arm, tried to claw with his fingers under the iron grip, but nothing worked. He tried to draw a breath and couldn’t, panicking and spluttering while Steve roared like a dragon and pumped his ass full of cum. Tony’s vision started to go grey at the edges and all at once the pressure was lifted from his throat and he could breathe again. Tony gasped and tried to roll away. Steve’s hands on his shoulders stopped him. He withdrew his cock, making Tony gasp again, then slithered down his body and took Tony’s very sensitive cock in his mouth.
“Fuck!” he screamed and boom ! Orgasm number three. Tony came so hard it was painful. Afterwards he collapsed on the bed, breathing like he had run two marathons back to back.
Steve spat Tony’s cum onto the floor and crawled up his body. They were both wet, sticky with sweat and lube and cum. Steve’s body pressing down on his still felt intensely pleasurable. Still, there was no way he was going to get hard again, not without medical assistance.
Steve kissed him hard, all teeth and tongue, and Tony could taste his own spunk. Steve’s hand came up and buried itself in his hair again, pulling so that Tony’s neck was exposed.
“You’re mine,” he said in a low voice, blue eyes locked on him. “You understand that, don’t you?”
“They know where I am, Steve. If I don’t report in-” He stopped, not liking the way the bigger man was smiling.
“I already did. Told them that you and I had met up after you had a little accident. I was going to get you fixed up and then escort you back home.”
Tony went still. “And? Are you?”
Steve gave him a look. “What do you think?”
“You can’t -agh!” he cried out when Steve yanked on his hair, “You can’t just keep me here.”
“Sure I can. No one is coming to save you.” Steve kissed the side of his neck, darting out his tongue to taste the sweat there.
“Listen to me,” Tony said urgently, pushing at Steve until he relented, pushing himself up to see the other man’s face. “This….was probably a mistake. But I did it. I wanted to. But hear me when I tell you that I won’t help you undo the work we’ve spent our lives doing.”
Steve was remarkably unphased by that statement. “We’ll see,” he said lightly, dipping his head to lick Tony’s nipple into hardness. “We’ve got lots and lots of time left, Tony.”
Tony turned his head away, watching the flames dance on the blank wall and, though it had seemed impossible, feeling himself get aroused once more. Beyond the passion and the obsession and the sex he was left with only one throught: What have I done?