Demons – 9 – Jilly James

Content Rating:
  • NC-17
Warning(s):
  • Explicit Sex
  • Kidnapping
  • Violence-Canon-Level
Genre(s):
  • Alternate Universe
  • Crossover
  • Established Relationship
  • Fusion
  • Romance
  • Slash
Relationship(s):
Tony Stark/Dominic Rossi, Jim/Blair, Other/Other

Word Count:
5,336/53,619 GOAL MET!

Author's Note:
Sequel to Stick Around.

Summary:
Tony's bored, Dom is healing, Nick Fury is a pain in the ass.

Art by Polaris

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Chapter Nine

12 July 2012

Tony tried not to laugh at the sour expression on Dom’s face as he went through a healing session with Blair. The closer Dom got to healed, the more it was apparent how much he disliked whatever he felt when the psionic energy was working through him.

“I want out of this room and to go back to the Tower,” Dom grumbled as Blair finished.

Blair removed his hands from Dom’s side with a sigh. “All of you sentinels with your epic cabin fever. Bunch of big babies.”

“You’re terrible,” Dom complained. “Clearly Jim likes mean guides.”

“Damn right,” Jim said without even looking up from the book he was reading. “The meaner the better.”

Blair rolled his eyes. “How does that feel?”

Dom carefully twisted and flexed. “Feels good.” Tony made himself not look too closely because he really wanted to climb Dom like a tree but they’d been in this room with four others for four days. After the first day, there’d been phone calls and tablets, keeping all of them busy dealing with the aftermath and doing their work, but always from within this room while the sentinels leveled out and everyone rested. Plus there was way more meditating than Tony was comfortable with. And while he needed time to think, he did better at that when he was working and not surrounded by empaths and emotion sniffers.

Edgerton was sticking it out on his own, though Scott had been right that he wasn’t leveling out as quickly as the rest. He’d be fine though. All the sentinels seemed fine most of the time, but Blair and Kyle did some sensory tests just using dial adjustments to determine how they were really doing.

“Dial touch up a bit and let me know how high you can get before it’s painful. Not unbearable. Just painful,” Blair instructed.

Dom kept moving slowly as he was clearly concentrating. Even after four days, Dom’s chest was still a riot of color. The bruising was too deep to be fading yet. Blair had taken care of the damage that caused pain, but the bruises would be slowly fading for weeks. “It only twinges when I’m at slightly above normal touch levels. I can dial it up a couple of notches before those twinges become seriously painful.”

“I’ll take ‘twinge’ with a grain of salt since I know how you sentinels understate pain. But that’s definitely the last one, then. We got through that faster than I thought we would. Figured it would take a full week to do all the healing.” He looked around at the whole group. “I think everyone is on an even enough keel that we can dispense with full-time isolation, but I don’t think the sentinels are ready to be away from the Center yet. Smells in the real world could cause spikes—especially since smell is what put you here—so better to stay with the confines of the Center’s air filtration and sleep in iso rooms for the time being. That also allows Kyle, Scott, Jim, and me to handle the S&G matters we couldn’t while in here.”

Tony hopped up off the bed. “Well, I’m game!”

Dom laughed. “You thought I was the one eager to be out of this room, but it was really him.” He jerked his thumb at Tony.

“Damn right,” Tony agreed.

Blair smiled. “You’ll be in one of the step-down iso rooms on the second floor. The deep isolation rooms in the sub-basement aren’t necessary since you’ve already gotten through the worst of the sensory spikes.” He shot Dom a look.

“I know.” Dom sighed. “Be careful before actually opening the window.”

“Right.”

“Oh there’s a story there,” Tony said with a grin.

“One I’ll tell you later… I might need inducement.”

Tony shot him a wink. Inducement he would happily provide.

Kyle was busily stuffing things in his duffle bag. “The stuff from Jarvis was delivered. It’s in the outer room.”

Tony frowned. “Stuff from Jarvis?”

“I asked him to send a couple things over for you,” Dom answered.

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Get your stuff together, Stark, and you can find out.”

Tony was curious, but that was only part of the impetus for his speed in getting his stuff rounded up and thrown in a bag. He was desperate for some time alone with Dom.

They parted ways with everyone outside of the medical wing. Tony noted that Jim and Scott seemed somewhat reluctant, but Dom didn’t. It was barely noticeable, but he doubted anyone missed the hesitations. No one commented on it.

Kali shimmered into view as soon as they were in the room upstairs.

“Where has she been?” Tony petted her, enjoying her pleased chuffs.

“She only pops up around others when I call her, and I rarely do that.”

Tony paused in his scratching. “She’s popped up around me a lot without you calling.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re the exception. No one here in New York has ever seen her other than you. Only two people in DC got a look at her after I came online.” Dom moved close and stroked behind Kali’s ears. “I figure she’s got a reason for keeping a low profile. I try to respect it.”

Tony frowned, unable to not push. “You showed her to me before we ever even started dating.”

“Yep.” Dom moved into the room. “Come on. I’ll show you around the room. These step-down rooms have less monitoring and a few features the others don’t.”

Tony decided to let the deflection go and followed Dom through the room, watching as Kali sprawled out on the king-sized bed.

The room was sensory controlled in the way the other iso rooms he’d been in were, but it felt less oppressively so. There were automatic light-blocking shades over the windows, but they could be pulled up with the press of a button so sentinels who could handle light could get plenty of the natural sort.

“More sound gets through, though it probably isn’t obvious,” Dom said from where he was leaning against the wall.

“Pardon?”

“You’re looking around like you’re evaluating the differences.”

“Stop being a mind reader.”

Dom grinned then his expression became more serious and he moved closer. “Well, I’m not a mind reader about everything.” He settled his hands on Tony’s hips.

“And where have your psychic powers failed you?” He wound his arms around Dom’s shoulders.

“How are you? I didn’t want to ask with others around.”

Tony frowned. “How am I? Other than relieved that terminal boredom can’t actually be terminal, I’m fine.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Tony echoed. “What were you worried about?”

“I didn’t know if any of the surgery…stuff would be an issue.”

Ah. “I’m fine, Dom. I get the parallels, but it wasn’t what I was thinking about then and it wasn’t bothering me.” Maybe it should have been, but perhaps the EMDR had been more effective than Tony had even realized. It could be that being able to talk to Dom through the whole surgery had made the parallels not even an issue. Or possibly that he was just so worried about his lover that nothing else entered his mind. But whatever the reason, he wasn’t avoiding the truth or anything because he truly felt fine.

“You’ve been really in your head the last few days.” Dom’s eyes were filled with concern.

“Just been thinking. How to handle things with Pepper, Fury, the board, the Avengers Initiative…” He shrugged. “Stuff.” More than a little he’d been thinking about Dom and the whole nature of the sentinel and guide thing, but he wasn’t ready for that conversation quite yet. “So, what’s the window story?”

“Just me being an idiot.” Dom smiled ruefully, obviously letting Tony get away with the redirect, which he usually did. He rarely pushed when Tony said he didn’t want to talk about something, and it was always insightful when he did push. “Smell is the sense most likely to give me issues—always has been. I’ve only needed isolation a handful of times in my life, but I’d needed some isolation time one spring because of aural sensitivity after I’d had to endure sonic emitters for something like two hours. But one spiking sense can cause the others to go haywire if you’re not paying attention.”

“So you blithely opened a window in a room like this?”

“I knew logically knew about the domino effect if one sense is overstimulated for too long, but I’d never experienced it. Not really. So, I had it in my head that the issue was my ears, and I decided I needed fresh air and opened the window.” He grinned wryly. “The wildflowers in Central Park were in bloom and the Center was downwind that day. Got it right in the face and everything went wonky. It was embarrassing.”

“Tell me the right response? Should I be sympathetic or laugh at you. Because, honestly, inside I’m laughing.”

Dom rolled his eyes. “Laugh it up, Stark.”

Tony grinned and pulled away, heading back into the outer room. “Now, what’s with the boxes?”

“Figure we’ve got a few more days here, so I asked Jarvis to send over something so you could…do you.”

Curious, Tony tore into one of the boxes. It was one of his modular projection tables, designed specifically to travel with him so he could work. Tony was very visual and designed best being able to work in three dimensions. Working on a tablet just wasn’t as good.

He ran his fingertips over the glossy surface, astonished at how well Dom knew him in such a short period of time and just how accepting of Tony he was. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Dom moved closer. “Want help getting set up?”

“Yeah. Seems I need to design a sentinel a much better sword. Someone broke his.” As they worked, Tony thought back on the unusual vibes from Jim and Scott. “You know they treat you like you’re their alpha, right?”

Dom was still for a few seconds then he shrugged. “I see it, but I don’t really understand it.”

“Do they feel like your pride?”

“Yeah, but most sentinels and guides do, so it’s not like that’s new. I’m used to not paying attention to that.”

“Huh.”

“Is that an insightful ‘huh’ or a bewildered one?”

“More just thinking things through.” They got the table set up and Tony seriously started specs for a sword, something that could maybe be stored in a gauntlet of some kind. That’d be cool, plus space saving.

Dom watched for a couple minutes then said, “Can you add a flamethrower?”

Tony laughed. “Do you really want a flame thrower? Or is this a design challenge?”

Every sentinel wants a flame thrower,” Dom said, tone serious, but his lips were twitching.

Tony saved his current work and started something new. Then they began adding to it and adding to it. Within an hour, they were laughing their asses off and had something truly epic that looked nothing like a sword.

“I like the mini-RPG addition,” Tony said, tapping his finger on his chin.

“Can you really make it that small?”

“I can do anything.”

“Yeah, you can,” Dom agreed, sounding serious. Tony glanced over and found Dom’s expression to be difficult to interpret.

Tony felt like they were right at the edge of something—and they had been for a while. “I do think the salad tongs are over the top.”

Dom grinned. “Yeah, but you never know when you need something with a bit of reach that you can use like pincers.”

“Does that really come up all that often?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“So you don’t need a better sword, you need better salad tongs?”

Dom suddenly caught Tony around the waist and pulled him in close. “You’re so hot when you’re in engineer mode.” Then he claimed Tony’s mouth, licking inside, and Tony flicked his designs away before trying to climb his sentinel. Dom had just pressed him down onto the bed when the soft tones of the room phone went off.

Tony groaned, wishing they’d put themselves into do-not-disturb mode. “We are never getting time alone, never mind getting laid. That’s right, sex is a thing of the past.”

“It most definitely is not,” Dom said, tone grouchy as he rolled over and grabbed the phone. “Rossi.” There was a long silence, but Dom’s face shifted through almost the entire range of muscle movements that could be read as irritated. Sighing, he looked to Tony. “Fury is here. With Rogers.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He sat upright, feeling tension coil in his shoulders.

“I guess he got word of the sanction and he’s trying to do some damage control. Jim and Blair are going to talk to them, but they’re giving us the option to be involved if we want.”

“I don’t but I also really do.” Sighing, he got to his feet. “What about Romanoff?”

Dom shook his head. “She’d never be allowed in even if he were stupid enough to bring her. Any sentinel who has been around Romanoff doesn’t tolerate her well. She reeks of deception. People are too on edge here, especially now, for them to take the risk on someone we instinctively don’t trust.”

“Well, then, let’s go talk to the Asshole-in-Chief, and then we haul ass back up here for some serious fucking.”

“Serious, un-serious…I don’t even care as long as we get to fuck soon.”

“From your lips…”

They had to go down to the public area of the Center, which Tony understood. There was no way they’d let Fury into any restricted section. Fury wouldn’t even be able to go to Kyle and Scott’s offices because they were in the part of the building the mundane public couldn’t access.

Kyle and Scott were waiting along with Jim and Blair. “We’re here as mutual punching deterrent,” Scott offered. “I keep Jim from punching Fury, he keeps me from punching Rogers. Win/win.”

“Or lose/lose,” Tony muttered. “All depends on your point of view. And mine is that I’m sad about punching deterrents.”

Scott laughed, something he did rarely that Tony had ever seen, and preceded everyone into the room. Dom waved Tony ahead, catching Jim by the arm and holding him back for a quick, whispered conversation.

Inside the room, Barton was propping up the wall while Rogers was sitting next to Fury. Rogers was on his feet almost right away, eyes raking over Dom as he entered the room last. “Are you— How are you all right?”

“There are a few things that can influence a sentinel’s healing. If you’re wondering if you actually caved my chest in, you did. Eight broken ribs—five of them were displaced fractures. The X-ray is a thing to behold. I’m thinking of having it framed.” Dom sprawled out in the chair next to Tony.

“You will not,” Tony whispered to Dom. “That’s not a memento I’m remotely interested in.”

Dom reached out and took Tony’s hand.

Scott stood opposite Fury, ignoring Rogers as he leaned down and braced his hands on the table. “Let’s be clear about something. Out in the public, sentinels aren’t going to say anything about the scent maskers you wear religiously, but walking into our space, asking for a meeting, covered in that crap is a declaration that you’ve come here to lie to us. You get this one pass, Fury. You ever enter another Center with those damn things on, you’ll be tossed out on your ass. Am I clear?”

“I hear you,” Fury said neutrally.

“That’s not agreement,” Tony muttered. “Just acknowledgment that your ears function.”

Rogers shot him a dirty look.

Tony felt his temper just snap. “Don’t give me the stink eye, Rogers. You’re the one who caved in my lover’s chest because you couldn’t follow simple instructions. You could have killed him!” Tony stood up, kicking his chair back, and Dom rose with him, standing at his shoulder. “And the thing is, I don’t even blame you for the reason you might think. I don’t blame you for your ignorance, I blame you for being happy with it. I blame the fuck out of you for that.”

“Tony,” Rogers began, holding his hands up in a no-harm gesture.

“Don’t use my name like we’re friends. We’re not. I offered you resources and the help you needed to educate yourself and get acclimated to the modern world, but you listened to the little spider on your shoulder and turned me down flat. You decided you’d rather go play spies, a role you are not remotely qualified for, and wallow in being uninformed. I don’t fault you for being manipulated because I know how fucking good at it Fury and his sidekicks are. I don’t fault you for needing some kind of purpose when you were probably lost and floundering. But I don’t even know how to wrap my head around your obvious willingness to be so uninformed. So don’t act like fighting one battle together means anything.”

“That’s enough, Stark,” Fury said sharply

“Shut. Up,” Tony snarled. “I blame you for Dom getting hurt. I blame you that we could have had a fucking dirty bomb go off in Manhattan because you were invested in keeping Steve Rogers ignorant of the modern world. And why is that, Nick? Why is it so important that Steve Rogers fumble around in the dark like a child? What is it that you don’t want him to know? Or is it that you know that he’s much too rigidly moral to ever fall in line with what SHIELD has become?”

Rogers’ brow was furrowed as he looked between Fury and Tony.

“Enough!” Fury barked. “We did not come here for this. And if you want to point the fingers about bringing risks out on the battlefield, you are the ones who put the Hulk on the streets with all those walking timebombs!”

“Green Bean took down at least thirty of those damn bots without even getting close to rupturing one of those reactors. Rogers nearly did it repeatedly, and he would have ruptured one if Dom hadn’t taken the hit, so don’t act like we were the ones who were careless! It was a risk, yes, but we had no choices, Fury. It’s not like you were prepared for eighty fucking nuclear robots!”

Fury glared. “Steve asked to come with me so he could see how Sentinel Rossi fared, but he understands the more vital issue that bonded sentinel/guide pairs are going to be pulled from SHIELD, and that the unbonded guides are encouraged to not work for us. It could be catastrophic to our operations for the Council to go through with their actions. That’s a matter for them,” he pointed to Jim and Blair. “I don’t owe you an explanation, Stark.”

Tony sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. “I don’t get you, Fury. I’ve tolerated a lot of bullshit from SHIELD because I believe you think you’re doing the right thing. And maybe you have a noble purpose or something, but I’m not okay with the way you do it. You wield information—and disinformation—like a weapon, and I’m just done.” Dom’s hand settled on the back of his neck, giving a comforting squeeze.

“Here’s my offer,” Blair said, leaning forward and taking control of the conversation, “the sanction will stand, but the Council will lift the taboo on your organization if you cut Rogers loose.”

Fury’s look was filled with venom. “You have no right—”

“I agree,” Rogers said quickly. When everyone looked at him, he added, “I accept your terms.”

“We’ll talk about this later,” Fury said firmly.

“There’s nothing to discuss. Stark is right, I’m not ready for this, and you impressed upon me how much SHIELD needs the sentinel/guide pairs it has. This solves both problems.”

“Our proposal, Steve,” Blair said softly, “is that you go to England for a few months. There are some people there who are trustworthy and can help you along your path to finding your way in the modern world. You’ll be able to live your life as you see fit, we’re just offering resources.

“In a year or so, the Council would ask that you submit to an interview to see how you’re acclimating. If things go well, you could rejoin SHIELD at that time—or pick a new path. If you need more time, you’ll have it. We don’t want you to think we view you as an enemy. The world owes you time to adapt, and we’re happy to help with that if you’re agreeable. However, we’re not comfortable with you being used as a weapon when you don’t know much about who is behind you or who you’re being pointed at.”

Rogers nodded. “That’s fair. I can go to England—it’d be good to get away.”

Tony had a suspicion that England meant the Turners would be taking charge of getting Rogers pointed in the right direction. He hadn’t been part of the discussion about these arrangements, and he really didn’t care. He just didn’t want Rogers around him or Dom.

Blair smiled. “And you don’t have such a high profile there.”

Jim had been focused on Fury the whole time, but he took the reins of the discussion. “That’s the deal. Rogers is out of SHIELD in response to the sanction. On paper, it will be an incident-related sanction rather than an agency-level one. However, Richard Turner is still going to advise the president that you are on thin ice as far as the Council is concerned.” Jim had mentioned that the Council could decide to sanction the U.S. at a country level for failing to rein in SHIELD, which had put thousands of sentinels and guides at risk during the Chitauri invasion and during the recent battle with the Doom bots. A sanction for a country worked a little differently than others in that it kicked off an investigation by the U.N. No sitting president wanted that kind of shit.

Fury got to his feet. “You haven’t given me a lot of choice here, and Rogers seems to be on board. I’ll be sure to remember how cooperative everyone has been.”

“Don’t,” Jim said sharply, getting to his feet as well. The temperature in the room felt like it plummeted, and Tony realized he’d never seen Jim pissed off until that moment. “Don’t even think of acting like the victim. We respect the role SHIELD plays in our world, and we’re willing to work with you, but you are not the wronged party. And your games will not work here. You’ve learned a lot of tricks, I’ll give you that. You know how to throw off your emotional tone, you wear scent maskers—always trying to be a spy. But here’s a wake-up call for you, Fury. It doesn’t always work.

“You think Blair can’t read you like a fucking book? You’re wrong. You think I can’t smell past your scent maskers? Wrong again. You’ll pull it off with many, I’ll give you that, but you can’t get past us, and it’s insulting that you even tried. I’m the fucking Alpha Prime of the whole damn continent, the strongest bonded sentinel in the world, who the fuck do you think you’re dealing with? Sentinels and guides should be your allies in trying to protect the world, but you put us in opposition by always coming across like you’re lying.”

Blair rested his hand on Jim’s back, and Jim visibly reined himself in before adding, “We’ll stand by our deal—Rogers has twenty-four hours to report back here and we’ll get him his contact in England. But now I’m pissed about your little victim routine and veiled threat, so I’m going to reveal something I know that you’ve tried so desperately to hide because I’m not rewarding your deceit for a second longer. Phil Coulson is alive.”

“What?” Barton said dangerously, pushing off from the wall. “That’s not possible. I’ve seen the damn recording.” He sounded so gutted, it made Tony ache inside. He barely even knew Barton, but his grief was a sudden, tangible presence in the room.

Jim kept looking at Fury. “You were in contact with him in the last forty-eight hours, actually.” He tapped the side of his nose. “I’ve met Coulson. You can’t hide from me, Nick, no matter how much you shower or how many scent maskers you wear.”

Fury sat heavily back in his chair. Barton looked like he was about to rupture, but Rogers just looked confused.

Tony had had enough of SHIELD’s drama, so he grabbed Dom by the arm. He didn’t even have to say anything, Dom walked out with him.

As soon as they were away from the conference room, he asked, “Did you set that up?”

“Yeah. Told Jim to find the opportune moment. Jim has met Phil, but briefly, and not enough to recognize his scent amongst all the other things. But I could smell faint hints of Phil in the lobby, and I know Fury carries that more strongly on some days than others. It still smells off, though.”

“Why now?”

“Two reasons. First, Fury wants to keep it secret for whatever reason and I’m so over his secrets. Second, Barton still smells like grief. He did us a solid by using the quinjet to move me, and I get to poke at Fury in the process.”

Tony couldn’t disagree with any of that. “I can’t say I’m not curious how he kept Coulson alive and why.”

“I have a hunch you’re more likely to get that answer out of Barton some day. Or maybe Coulson himself.”

“Maybe.” Letting Barton stew in grief and not getting him the help he needed was a dumb move on Fury’s part. Who knew what kind of toxic emotional cocktail that could cause. “Why do you think Steve agreed to the deal so…easily?” That was throwing off Tony’s perceptions of the man.

“I think he’s clueing in to how he’s been manipulated and used. It could be that he’d already been trying to find his way out, I don’t know for sure. But he definitely smelled relieved when the offer was made. I think England made it even more attractive. I get the sense that he just wants to get away from all this.”

“Huh.” He shook his head. “I could have helped him.”

“SHIELD stacked the deck against both of you, but he was foolish to taking some briefing packets as gospel, especially when his first-hand experiences with you contradicted them.”

“I just don’t get why. Fury made a complete mess of everything.”

Dom halted in the middle of the deserted corridor on the second floor, pulling Tony to a stop. “You’re the lynchpin in his plans, in his little group. He did everything in his power to make you want to be a part of it, and then he tried to ensure he’d retain control by putting all the other pieces of firmly in his camp. Then you have to come on board.”

“You really believe this was all about me? That the way he manipulated him was to get me on board?”

“I think he’d want to retain control of Rogers no matter what but, yes, I do think all these machinations are about you.”

Tony huffed. “That’s depressingly, distressingly flattering.”

Dom laughed. Full-bodied, eyes brimming with amusement, and utterly beautiful. Tony snagged him around the wrist and started dragging down the hallway to their room.

When they were back inside, Tony kicked the door shut and put them in do-not-disturb mode. The best part about lower-level isolation rooms was no cameras. He fisted his hand in Dom’s T-shirt and began walking him backward. “We were rudely interrupted earlier.”

“Something on your mind?” Dom grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and tugged it off before going after Tony’s. “Let’s shower. I don’t want to smell SHIELD on you.”

Tony was okay with that. Really okay with it—he had a particular fondness for Dom in the shower and all wet. He grabbed the lube from his bag then shucked his clothes and followed Dom into the bathroom.

The minute they were in the large stall, Tony slid a hand around the back of Dom’s neck, pulling him into a hot, frenzied kiss. He broke the kiss, nipping at Dom’s jaw. “Let’s get clean.”

Washing was inefficient from a cleaning perspective, but great from a touching one. He avoided Dom’s bruises, but Dom caught his hand and pressed it over the worst of it. “They don’t hurt.”

“I hear the words, and my brain knows it, but it looks…” he pressed a kiss to Dom’s chest. “I hate that you got hurt.”

Dom leaned down and kissing Tony gently. “I’m fine.”

Tony fisted his hand in Dom’s hair, keeping the kiss going, eventually resuming their half-hearted attempts at getting clean. Tony was fully worked up by the time he finished washing his hair.

He was only a few seconds ahead of Dom, and he watched the lather slowly drifting down Dom’s spine before his lover stepped under the spray to rinse the shampoo away. Tony shuddered and pressed Dom against the warm tiles, trailing his hands over the strong back. He nipped at Dom’s shoulder blade as he groped his ass. “God, you’ve got a great butt.”

Dom arched into his touch. “Feels like it’s been forever.” Since they’d had sex the first time, they hadn’t gone two days without each other. The last couple weeks had been excruciating.

Tony nudged Dom’s feet apart, sliding his fingers along the inside of ass cheeks, earning a shudder. “It’s been sixteen days, Dom.”

“Keeping count?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Dom whispered. “I’ve missed you.”

Tony grabbed the lube, slicking up his fingers and sliding two inside the tight hole. “That too much?”

Dom shook his head, relaxing into the shower tiles even as he pressed his ass against Tony. “It’s good. Don’t hold back.” Dom was always impatient about being fucked and didn’t care for much prep.

Tony pulled his fingers out then slicked up his cock. “You ready?”

“You gonna make me ask?”

“Yep.”

“Fuck me.”

Tony bit at Dom’s shoulder. “That’s not asking.” He pushed inside in one long thrust, just how he knew Dom liked it.

Dom moaned, resting his forehead against the tiles as he pressed his ass back. “You can do better than that.”

Tony gave a hard thrust, relishing the gasp it earned him. Then he slowed down, keeping the motion long and slow.

“You asshole.”

“Uh huh.” He palmed Dom’s ass cheeks, opening him more, thrusting deeper.

“Come on, Tony! Fuck me.” Dom always wanted to be fucked hard and fast, but Tony needed something else today.

“I am.” He pressed a kiss to the back of Dom’s neck. “Just give in to it, babe. I’ll be here for you.”

Dom’s hands curled into fists where they’d been resting on the wall. “Tony…”

“You’re mine, right?” Tony wasn’t even sure what he was going for here, but he needed something.

Dom was still for a long beat then the tension just drained away—his hands relaxed and shoulders dropped. “Yeah,” Tony barely heard over the sound of the shower. “I’m yours, Tony. Always.”

It was like being punched. Tony’s hands tightened on Dom’s hips, and he began thrusting faster, harder. He slid his hand around, stroking over Dom’s cock. The single touch had his lover shuddering and coming.

Words were on the tip of his tongue, but his orgasm swept through him, robbing him of thought.

“Don’t move,” Dom whispered. “Stay in me.”

His wrapped his arms around Dom’s waist, keeping them close together. He pressed his forehead against the back of Dom’s neck, breathing heavily and trying to get control of all the things he was feeling.

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About Jilly James

Yadda yadda yadda... in fandom since the late 90s. Writer since birth. Anthony DiNozzo Brand Ambassador since 2013. Anything I've written under this pen name that has been published can be found on my website at http://www.jillyjames.com.

19 Comments

  1. OMG

    This is a cliffhanger of the emotional sort. OMG!

  2. Guh.

    Um, yeah. Awesome. You broke my brain, yes please and thank you.

  3. Gah, the anticipation of them just finally acknowledging their feels to each other! I is dying here! Lol
    Thank you for Fury getting his ass handed back to him. He so surely needed it!
    I like how you write Steve Rogers. I know there are times I like to read the really salty post-Civil War pro-TeamIronMan fics but there are also times when it’s nice to read a Steve who *thinks* and is not such a clueless dummy.

  4. Very good update

  5. Great chapter

  6. Great update. Thank you for sharing.

  7. Oooohhh, seems like they’re bonding in a way they have been moving towards since their first meeting. Do like that none of them are talking about Tony being a guide, Dom’s guide, etc. But they’d all have to be deaf and blind to not have noticed it. Great, great instao. Brilliant.

  8. Thank you for your wonderful update! So many feels getting all churned up, and just on the cliff of being resolved! And some hot sex!!

  9. OMG. Tony. And Dom. And feelings. Dang. Also, I like them ganging up on Fury. That was brilliant.

  10. Awesome. I love their relationship and the way they work toghether.

  11. Great chapter

  12. Oh. My. God!!!!
    Talk about cliffhangers!!!
    Fantastic story and amazing chapter.

  13. Damn. That was delicious and intense. Love the sword flamethrower salad tongs scene. I snickered a lot. I do believe Fury is going to be having a painful conversation soon.
    Thank you

  14. I’m glad that Steve is going to get help. I still ( always) want to punch Fury. I adore the relationship between Dom and Tony. Lovely, thanks so much!

  15. Yay, Phil’s alive! Clint is gonna kill Fury, :D
    I loved this new chapter, Jilly. I adore how you have characterized Stark in this fic – it’s perfect- and I am thoroughly enjoying Dom as well.

  16. So sweet, thank you

  17. Fury lies and lies and lies some more. I’m glad Steve and Clint are cluing in to the deceptions.

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