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[riotwritesthings]

I hit a bit of a block in Just the Tip and took a break to torture pixels (play the sims) and I feel a bit bad. Yall would not BELIEVE the position I left them hanging in

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A Small Problem (Just the Tip)

2: The Truck

WinterIron, E, 4.4k - PWP, Omegaverse, Mutually pining morons, hormones made them do it, rushed sex

Tony is about to go into Heat. In the middle of a mission. If only there was a way to delay it... AKA, just two bros helping each other out with zero pining. None at all.

1: The Closet

Tony snaps awake with a gasp, instantly and painfully aware of the stuffy air in the truck's cab, the vibration of the road beneath the worn-out shocks, and the low-level burn that's steadily coursing it's way through his veins.

He bites down a groan of complaint and squints out into the dark night, wondering how long he's been asleep. Fat flakes of snow are slowly drifting down from the sky, lightly coating all the windows, but Tony is pretty sure he's still coated head-to-toe in a light layer of sweat. He doesn't look over at Bucky, but he can feel the man shooting him quick glances.

"Guess it's wearin' off, huh?" Bucky asks, and Tony doesn't need to ask what he means.

"Seems like it," he croaks out and then clears his throat, resisting the urge to shift in his seat.

He's usually not great at picking up his own scent, unless he's spent a full day sweating in the workshop or something, but right now Tony is painfully aware of his own slowly spiking pheromones. Which means it's probably unbearable for Bucky, and Tony is about to apologize when Bucky speaks up again.

"Heard from the team," Bucky says, his voice strained, "they found the hostages, but not th' info we need." So much for their half-hearted hope that they'd get to call this little road trip off early.

"How much longer until we reach the base?" Tony asks as he leans forward slightly in his seat, trying to un-stick his shirt from his sweaty back without getting his scent everywhere even worse than it already is. He tells himself that the wet feeling between his cheeks is also sweat, not slick and Bucky's come, but his nose says otherwise.

"Couple hours," Bucky says and he's pointedly not looking over at Tony now, his grip on the wheel white knuckled, and apparently Tony is not doing such a great job of keeping his stink to himself. "Should we-" Bucky starts and then cuts himself off by snapping his jaw shut with an audible click, his throat working as he swallows hard. "Would it help to- If-" he asks haltingly, "if we-"

"Yeah, it would help," Tony admits reluctantly, he's telling himself that he's reluctant anyway- He hasn't been resisting the urge to suggest it since the second he woke up, since before that- "You don't have to," he adds quickly and now he's the one staring firmly out the windshield, at the snowflakes sticking to the glass, "I know once was- weird enough- And this mission isn't exactly as quick and easy as we-"

The truck starts to slow, and when Tony glances over Bucky is shaking his head.

"We- You need t' have a clear head," Bucky says as he pulls over to the side of the road, and Tony would be more offended if it didn't take him a couple seconds too long to even realize that he should be. "You are the brains of th' operation," Bucky adds, apparently sensing Tony's pout, and once the truck comes to a stop at the side of the road he shoots Tony a quick smile.

It takes Tony a little too long to answer, and he knows his smile is shaking as he says, "And here I thought I'm the pretty face."

Bucky's eyes move over Tony's face for a second as his mouth opens and closes, but he doesn't actually say if he agrees with Tony's 'pretty' declaration. But he also doesn't disagree, which is- Not important right now.

Tony has to physically shake his head to get his fuzzy, swimming thoughts in order, and then he looks around the cab of the truck. It's a tight space, just the two bucket seats and the massive gearshift sticking up between them, and he's not sure how this is going to work-

His attention jerks over when Bucky's seat slides back with a screeching grind of metal against metal that makes them both wince, and it opens up a surprising amount of space for Bucky to stretch his legs out.

"C'mere," Bucky says and then seems to second-guess himself, the faintest hint of pink spreading across his cheeks as he quickly adds, "if- I thought, if you-"

"Better than trying to go out there," Tony says with a snort, glancing at the snow swirling thicker outside the window before his gaze is helplessly drawn back to Bucky's lap-

To Bucky's thighs, all thick muscles hugged by the dark fabric of his pants- Up to the bulge of Bucky's cock beneath his zipper- And as he stares Bucky shifts in his seat, legs spreading slightly, just waiting for Tony to crawl over there and-

"I'm too old to be fooling around in cars," Tony grumbles under his breath as he starts to push himself up out of his own seat, mostly in an attempt to pretend his heart isn't racing in his chest. After a second of hesitation he stays facing forward as he starts awkwardly shimmying across the cab.

"But not too old t' constantly throw yourself out windows?" Bucky asks, and Tony can make out enough of his reflection in the windshield to see his hands hovering in the air, like he's not sure if he should help or not.

"I haven't done that in months," Tony says dismissively, most of his attention on throwing one of his legs over Bucky's. He gets his foot planted on the floorboard and braces his hands on the dash, starting to shift his weight as he adds, "Just one time I forgot that I didn't have the suit to catch me, and you never let it- Shit-"

Tony's other foot gets caught on the passenger seat, his palm slips against the dash, and he yelps as he drops heavily into Bucky's lap- Directly onto those thick thighs, slumping back against Bucky's wide chest before Bucky's hands settle on his waist to steady him and, most importantly- He can feel the thick bulge of Bucky's cock against his ass, already so hard, and Tony's breath escapes in a rush as everything inside him clenches with need.

"Graceful," Bucky says, not breathless enough considering Tony just thumped back hard against his chest, and his hands shift on Tony's sides as his hips jerk up just slightly.

He can feel Bucky's cock throbbing even through both of their clothes- He remembers the weight of it in his mouth and just imagining what it would feel like buried deep inside him, filling him completely-

Fuck, Tony's head is a warm, fuzzy mess and he has to stop himself from grinding down into Bucky's lap. He must be closer to his Heat than he thought when he first woke up. He might be too far gone for this ill-advised plan to even work, but if Tony says that then they won't-

And it might work.

"Shut up," Tony finally remembers to grumble, shooting a glare at Bucky over his shoulder as he starts trying to pull his leg free, "Steve claims he still has pictures of you and Sam getting out of a tiny VW, don't make me finally pay him for them."

"Please don't talk about Steve right now," Bucky says, his expression twisting, and when Tony laughs he ends up accidentally rocking in Bucky's lap.

Completely on accident.

Tony jerks his attention forward again before Bucky can catch the flush Tony feels spreading across his face as he bites his lip to fight down a needy groan. Slick is escaping from his clenching hole to run down his skin, probably starting to soak through his pants and the scent of it is filling the air-

He's distracted, hazy, and when his foot finally comes free from whatever it's caught on Tony loses his balance and starts to tip towards the window. He swings one arm in an attempt to catch himself and ends up elbowing Bucky, his knee barely finding the edge of the driver's seat- Bucky's grip tightens on Tony's hips to steady him even as the man grunts in complaint, and Tony goes carefully still.

"Sorry," Tony says and shakes his head again, trying to get himself to focus, "I'm- And know I must reek-"

"It's- I wouldn' use the word 'reek', but-" Bucky says as he pulls Tony in closer against him, apparently still worried that Tony is going to tumble over and brain himself on the stick shift. "But you- It's been kinda distracting, yeah," Bucky finishes and his voice is lower now, his forehead bumping against the back of Tony's neck, "can- can we-"

"Yeah, yep, lets do this thing," Tony fills in when he trails off, trying not to focus on the steady throb of Bucky's cock against the crease of his ass, like he can feel Bucky's heartbeat- "Sorry if I elbow you again," he says in warning and then pokes at the steering wheel for a second just to confirm there's no horn about to go off before leaning forward to brace his chest against it, wiggling until the edges of the arc reactor aren't digging into anything.

Putting most of his weight on the knee planted in the seat beside Bucky's thigh, Tony lifts his ass out of Bucky's lap enough to start undoing his pants. Bucky alternates between holding him steady and tugging at the fabric as well, and together they manage to get Tony's pants and embarrassingly damp boxers down past the curve of his ass.

The rush of air over his skin makes Tony shiver, cool against the slick smeared between his thighs, and Bucky mutters something under his breath as the smell of it becomes painfully strong. Bucky starts working open his own pants, and Tony can't help lurching slightly in place when cold metal knuckles brush against the back of his thigh, his chest still pressed to the large steering wheel. His skin is crawling with over sensitivity and he's hyper-aware of Bucky's skin inches from his own, the heat of Bucky's cock tortuously close once its freed.

And fuck, Tony can't wait to feel it buried deep inside him, working him open and then fucking him- knotting him-

No.

They are not fucking, and there will definitely not be any knotting, because Tony is not in Heat. Not quite yet, at least- But he's still so-

"You okay?"Bucky asks and it snaps Tony out of his spiraling thoughts about how damn empty he feels, makes him realize that Bucky has gone completely still behind him.

"Yeah," Tony says in a rush, "yeah, I'm- I'm good. Are you ready? Or- Shit-" Tony says as something occurs to him, glancing over his shoulder- "Should- I can get you close again-"

"No-" Bucky says quickly, his metal fingers twitching against Tony's hip, "Don't- don' worry about it, don' want you flailin' around anymore." Tony is about to protest that he hasn't been flailing, but then Bucky tugs at his hip, voice low as he says, "Jus'- C'mere."

He pulls Tony down into his lap and guides his cock to press up between Tony's thighs, making Tony's balls twitch heavily when the slick, fat head of Bucky's cock brushes against the underside of them. He can feel the entire length of Bucky's cock twitching against him, warm and thick and he needs-

"Oh- Okay, we can- That works," Tony says breathlessly and pretends that the way his hips start to roll, grinding himself down against the hard line pressing between his cheeks, is entirely intentional. The skin of Bucky's shaft is surprisingly soft as it slides against Tony's hole with every shift of his hips, along his taint, smearing slick everywhere- "Does- This works for you?" He asks as he braces his hands against the wheel to grind himself down harder, trying to ignore the needy throb of his own cock.

Bucky makes a strangled sound that might have started as a laugh and he bucks up hard enough to jolt Tony is place as he grinds out, "Yeah, this- fuck-" He uses his grip on Tony's hips to pull him down into the next shove of his hips, cock sliding hard and wet between Tony's thighs, and growls, "You feel- Jus' gimme a sec-"

Tony pants for air as Bucky continues grinding against him with short, stuttering thrusts, his head spinning and his hole clenching uselessly as Bucky's cock slides over the sensitive skin. He's so empty- so wet- The drag of the hard cock against him is a painful tease and Tony can't resist leaning forward a little, letting it press further up between his thighs.

"Damn, you're- Jesus," Tony gasps at the feeling of Bucky's cock nudging against his, thick and so hot, and his knee almost slips off the seat as he grinds himself down harder-

He grunts in surprise when Bucky suddenly shoves him forward against the steering wheel again, then can't fight down a pitiful whine at the loss of contact. His slick-coated skin feel cold now, his hole clenching and fluttering against nothing, and Tony leans back against Bucky's firm hold with another noise of complaint.

"Sorry, didn' mean to- 'M close," Bucky says in explanation, his voice hoarse and strained in a way that has a hard shudder running all the way down Tony's spine.

"No problem, just my fucked up lungs," Tony says, playing up the wheeze in his own voice so it'll come out as less of a needy, desperate whine. He's sure that his shaking thighs and rapid, shallow breaths are giving plenty away about how worked up he is.

Bucky huffs out a soft laugh and one of his hands slides away from it's tight grip on Tony's hip, stroking down the outside of Tony's thigh for a second before falling away entirely. Tony doesn't have time to mourn the loss before the head of Bucky's cock is nudging between his cheeks as the man apparently starts to line himself up.

"Okay, right," Tony says distractedly and wraps one arm around the steering wheel to keep himself pressed against it, then reaches back to grab one handful of his ass and spread himself wide. "Same as last time," he says and fixes his gaze firmly on the dashboard so he won't be tempted to try and watch Bucky's distorted reflection in the windshield, "you just- let me worry about forcing it in."

"Seriously, please don' hurt yourself," Bucky says, his metal fingers twitching against Tony's skin again, but then the head of his cock nudges against Tony's slick, twitching hole.

Tony has to bite his lip so he won't say something cheeky and definitely inappropriate in this very normal, totally professional situation. Something like 'worried about breaking me on your fat cock?'

Instead he just nods, swallowing hard, and drags in a deep breath as he starts leaning back into the hot pressure against his hole. A pang of discomfort shoots through Tony almost instantly as the head of Bucky's cock tries to sink into him, his hole clenching in protest, and Tony grits his teeth as he continues bearing down into the burning stretch. It feels like he's back to square-fucking-one, like earlier- yesterday?- didn't happen at all, and Tony is once again trying to take an Alpha cock for the first time in years.

"Fucking- Christ-" Tony grunts as he rocks himself in place so the thick head starts to barely press into him, and maybe Bucky's fat cock is going to break him. The stretch of it is-

Fuck, it's amazing, Tony is leaking slick like crazy and all he can think about is how it's going to feel stretching him so deep, the stinging burn is going to make him aware of every inch. The blaze of arousal is already threatening to burn him alive, his own cock bobbing and leaking as the the knot in his core pulls tighter, every gasping breath filling his lungs with their mixing scents and it's overwhelming him.

"We- Mm, god- We are gonna ruin this truck, ahh-" Tony gasps out and he's barely aware of what he's saying beyond the fact that the thought of it- The scent of their mixed sweat, arousal, and come soaking so deeply into every surface that no one can stand to drive the thing again- "Oh- fu-fuck-"

Bucky growls something under his breath as his cock throbs hard, the head forcing its way past Tony's slick rim and then it's sinking in- "Fuck- Tony," he snarls, his hips twitching, pressing just a little deeper- "Yo-ou, damn."

"Oh- god, yes-" Tony moans in agreement as he's stretched, stretched, "haa, oh fuck-" The thick head is finally sinking into him and he needs- "More- More-"

Bucky's hands abruptly tighten on his hips, stopping him in place with Bucky's cock barely inside him, and Tony's attempt at a protest comes out a choked whine as his entire body trembles with agonizing need.

"T-Th' head's in, stop," Bucky says, his voice a rough growl that has another shudder running down Tony's spine and ends with him clenching around the intense stretch of Bucky's cock. "Fuck," Bucky groans, fingers digging into Tony's skin, "you- So fuckin' tight-"

"So-orry," Tony says mindlessly as he releases his grip on his ass to instead slap his palm against the dash, still clutching the wheel for dear life with his other arm. "I'm- You-" Tony gasps and he doesn't even know what he's trying to say, doesn't remember what he was trying to apologize for- his brain is on fire with a desperate need that's threatening to burn him away entirely and he- He's still so empty- "I- Ahh, haa- I need-"

"Easy, easy baby," Bucky says, a tremor in his voice and his hand shaking slightly as it strokes down Tony's side, and Tony isn't sure if its the gentle touch or the low, rough croon of Bucky's voice or both, but his entire body throbs with pleasure. "'M gonna take care'a you," Bucky promises as he drags calloused fingers up the line of Tony's spine, "but I- I can't go any deeper-"

Tony whines in protest, but Bucky is right, he knows that in some deep, distant part of his mind-

They have a plan here, a plan that does not involve Tony getting fucked hard and deep, no matter how badly he needs it. After a second he forces himself to nod in acknowledgment, but he can't even try to stop himself from rocking his hips in place as much as he can in Bucky's tight hold. It has the head of Bucky's cock tugging at his stretched rim, threatening to slip back out until Tony presses down and it settles inside him again.

"Tony- Fuck-" Bucky swears and shifts beneath him, like he's fighting not to thrust up hard, not to bury himself deep and that thought has Tony writhing harder until Bucky plants a hand between his shoulder blades and pins him more firmly against the steering wheel. "You- You're killin' me, sugar," Bucky pants out raggedly and fuck, Tony can feel the way his cock twitches and leaks, his precome so warm even against Tony's flushed inner walls- "Are you- fuckin' trying to drive me outta my damn mind?"

"Sorry, sorry- Ooh-" Tony groans but he can't stop, he can't rock back against Bucky anymore but he can work his hips in tiny circles, stirring the thick head inside him so it rubs against every nerve along the inside of his rim.

His legs shake and Bucky's grip on him is the main thing keeping Tony from collapsing as everything inside him winds tight, his balls pulling up painfully and oh fuck he's burning-

"Ah, ah- Ohh!" He moans and thumps his forehead against the wheel, his cock bucking in the air and spilling another thick drop of precome that runs teasingly down his skin. "I'm- oh, god- Bucky- So-o good," Tony can't stop himself from rambling as his orgasm comes barreling down on him, the words interspersed with gasps and wavering moons, "you feel- Fu-uck, you're so big, I can't- Oh, ooh! Bucky, I - ah- I'm gonna- fuck-"

He's dimly aware of Bucky's hand sliding away from his hip, Bucky's arm winding around him- But Tony is definitely aware of it when those gorgeous metal fingers find his cock and wrap around the slick head, the shock of the cooler metal making him jerk with a breathless shout as he's shoved over the edge, his orgasm hitting him so hard that is has his entire body shaking.

Bucky growls something as Tony twitches and starts to spill into his waiting grip, but Tony can't make it out past his own moans and the blood pounding in his ears. Bucky's cock feels huge when he can't help clenching around it with every electric wave of pleasure, his own cock pulsing with every hard spurt of come as he continues to writhe, still pinned in place by Bucky's other hand between his shoulder blades.

"Tony- Baby-" Bucky grunts and then he's coming too, the head of his cock tugging at Tony's rim as it twitches and his come so hot as it pours into Tony, filling him pulse by pulse and oh fuck Tony can feel it pooling inside him-

"Ah- ahh-" Tony gasps and his head is swimming- filled with the heady scent of his own come and Alpha arousal- of Bucky- His inner muscles are still rippling as the sharp-edged pleasure of his orgasm starts to soften- "Haa- oh, fuck-" he pants as Bucky's cock continues to throb, "you- ahh, god- Why do you- come so damn much? Oh-"

"S'rry," Bucky says, low and dazed and his cock is still twitching slowly, still spilling, "I don'- Fuck-" He groans as his hips give a final twitch, pushing his cock that tiny bit deeper, and he sounds completely out of breath as he says, "I- I gotta- pull out now."

Tony whines but forces himself to nod in agreement, then grits his teeth and lifts himself as much as his shaking legs will allow to make it easier for Bucky's cock to pop free as the other man shifts back. He clenches as quickly as he can, but a large drip of Bucky's come still slips free, slowly trailing down toward his balls, and when Tony shudders his legs finally give out, dropping him onto Bucky's thighs with a grunt.

Bucky makes a surprised sound, his right hand slipping down Tony's spine, and Tony lets out a pitiful sound of his own when Bucky's other hand slides away from his cock. Tony drags in a shaking breath as he finally lifts his forehead from the wheel, his heart still racing in his chest. He can feel Bucky's unsteady breathing against the back of his neck as he tries to blink the lingering spots out of his vision, and all Tony can think is-

"Holy fuck," he sighs, then winces when the leg folded beneath him starts to cramp. Bucky hums in agreement and Tony is almost close enough to feel the way it vibrates in the man's thick chest, and if he were to lean back just a little more- Tony is stopped from making that mistake by his cramped thigh complaining, and he half-slumps against the wheel again as he groans, "I need t'move, I'm too damn old for this."

Bucky snorts in amusement, and Tony does his best to pretend that he can't feel the twitch of Bucky's softening cock against the curve of his ass. Bucky starts to shift, one hand returning to Tony's hip, but then he pauses with his other hand hovering beside the wheel. Tony's come is starting to drip from between his fingers, the sleek metal shinning with it, and Tony is struck with the urge to pull Bucky's hand up to his mouth and lick it clean-

"Shit," Tony says, the warmth that had been fading from his checks flaring back to life, and he clenches his fists for a second, reminding himself to behave, before he reaches for Bucky's wrist. "Here, let me," he hesitates for a second, looking around the large cab, then grabs some questionable napkins from the cup holder and finishes, "I've got you, sorry- Or, thank you, I guess."

Bucky makes another amused sound as Tony does his best to wipe his hand clean, and it sounds like the other man has already caught his breath. Tony is more than a little jealous, he still feels dazed and overheated and its hard to remind himself that there was a reason for all of this.

Once Bucky's hand is generally clean he helps Tony back into the passenger seat, mostly by lifting Tony and depositing him in the seat like its nothing, which does not help Tony calm down. At least he gets to stretch his legs out with a happy groan before he starts wrestling his pants back up his thighs, still clenching tightly and painfully aware of Bucky's come shifting inside him.

Tony does already feel a little more clear-headed, the heat beneath his skin slowly fading down to a lower, easier to ignore level than when he first woke up, and at least that's something. This stupid idea seems to have worked again, Tony is already figuring out their next steps in the back of his mind, and that's definitely worth the semi-awkward silence that settles over them as Bucky puts the truck in gear and steers it back towards the road.

Bucky clears his throat, but his voice is still a little rough as he says, "You were right."

"I'm always right" Tony says automatically, then turns away from staring at the snow still falling outside to shoot Bucky a curious look as he asks, "about what?"

"This truck is never gonna recover," Bucky replies gravely, but there's a small smile tugging at his lips, his nose wrinkling slightly, and it startles a huff of laughter out of Tony.

"What did I tell you about making me laugh?" Tony complains, shifting in his seat and trying not to make a face when his boxers cling to his skin.

"I don' remember," Bucky says blithely, and Tony has to fight down another laugh.

"No more from you," Tony says with a glare that just makes Bucky grin, and its still a little harder than it should be for Tony to get his mind fully back on track. "You said a couple hours to the base, right?" he asks, "I have- maybe 70% of a plan."

Bucky nods for him to continue, his fingers tapping against the wheel, and they move on.

[riotwritesthings]

A Small Problem (Just the Tip)

2: The Truck

WinterIron, E, 4.4k - PWP, Omegaverse, Mutually pining morons, hormones made them do it, rushed sex

Tony is about to go into Heat. In the middle of a mission. If only there was a way to delay it... AKA, just two bros helping each other out with zero pining. None at all.

1: The Closet

Tony snaps awake with a gasp, instantly and painfully aware of the stuffy air in the truck's cab, the vibration of the road beneath the worn-out shocks, and the low-level burn that's steadily coursing it's way through his veins.

He bites down a groan of complaint and squints out into the dark night, wondering how long he's been asleep. Fat flakes of snow are slowly drifting down from the sky, lightly coating all the windows, but Tony is pretty sure he's still coated head-to-toe in a light layer of sweat. He doesn't look over at Bucky, but he can feel the man shooting him quick glances.

"Guess it's wearin' off, huh?" Bucky asks, and Tony doesn't need to ask what he means.

"Seems like it," he croaks out and then clears his throat, resisting the urge to shift in his seat.

He's usually not great at picking up his own scent, unless he's spent a full day sweating in the workshop or something, but right now Tony is painfully aware of his own slowly spiking pheromones. Which means it's probably unbearable for Bucky, and Tony is about to apologize when Bucky speaks up again.

"Heard from the team," Bucky says, his voice strained, "they found the hostages, but not th' info we need." So much for their half-hearted hope that they'd get to call this little road trip off early.

"How much longer until we reach the base?" Tony asks as he leans forward slightly in his seat, trying to un-stick his shirt from his sweaty back without getting his scent everywhere even worse than it already is. He tells himself that the wet feeling between his cheeks is also sweat, not slick and Bucky's come, but his nose says otherwise.

"Couple hours," Bucky says and he's pointedly not looking over at Tony now, his grip on the wheel white knuckled, and apparently Tony is not doing such a great job of keeping his stink to himself. "Should we-" Bucky starts and then cuts himself off by snapping his jaw shut with an audible click, his throat working as he swallows hard. "Would it help to- If-" he asks haltingly, "if we-"

"Yeah, it would help," Tony admits reluctantly, he's telling himself that he's reluctant anyway- He hasn't been resisting the urge to suggest it since the second he woke up, since before that- "You don't have to," he adds quickly and now he's the one staring firmly out the windshield, at the snowflakes sticking to the glass, "I know once was- weird enough- And this mission isn't exactly as quick and easy as we-"

The truck starts to slow, and when Tony glances over Bucky is shaking his head.

"We- You need t' have a clear head," Bucky says as he pulls over to the side of the road, and Tony would be more offended if it didn't take him a couple seconds too long to even realize that he should be. "You are the brains of th' operation," Bucky adds, apparently sensing Tony's pout, and once the truck comes to a stop at the side of the road he shoots Tony a quick smile.

It takes Tony a little too long to answer, and he knows his smile is shaking as he says, "And here I thought I'm the pretty face."

Bucky's eyes move over Tony's face for a second as his mouth opens and closes, but he doesn't actually say if he agrees with Tony's 'pretty' declaration. But he also doesn't disagree, which is- Not important right now.

Tony has to physically shake his head to get his fuzzy, swimming thoughts in order, and then he looks around the cab of the truck. It's a tight space, just the two bucket seats and the massive gearshift sticking up between them, and he's not sure how this is going to work-

His attention jerks over when Bucky's seat slides back with a screeching grind of metal against metal that makes them both wince, and it opens up a surprising amount of space for Bucky to stretch his legs out.

"C'mere," Bucky says and then seems to second-guess himself, the faintest hint of pink spreading across his cheeks as he quickly adds, "if- I thought, if you-"

"Better than trying to go out there," Tony says with a snort, glancing at the snow swirling thicker outside the window before his gaze is helplessly drawn back to Bucky's lap-

To Bucky's thighs, all thick muscles hugged by the dark fabric of his pants- Up to the bulge of Bucky's cock beneath his zipper- And as he stares Bucky shifts in his seat, legs spreading slightly, just waiting for Tony to crawl over there and-

"I'm too old to be fooling around in cars," Tony grumbles under his breath as he starts to push himself up out of his own seat, mostly in an attempt to pretend his heart isn't racing in his chest. After a second of hesitation he stays facing forward as he starts awkwardly shimmying across the cab.

"But not too old t' constantly throw yourself out windows?" Bucky asks, and Tony can make out enough of his reflection in the windshield to see his hands hovering in the air, like he's not sure if he should help or not.

"I haven't done that in months," Tony says dismissively, most of his attention on throwing one of his legs over Bucky's. He gets his foot planted on the floorboard and braces his hands on the dash, starting to shift his weight as he adds, "Just one time I forgot that I didn't have the suit to catch me, and you never let it- Shit-"

Tony's other foot gets caught on the passenger seat, his palm slips against the dash, and he yelps as he drops heavily into Bucky's lap- Directly onto those thick thighs, slumping back against Bucky's wide chest before Bucky's hands settle on his waist to steady him and, most importantly- He can feel the thick bulge of Bucky's cock against his ass, already so hard, and Tony's breath escapes in a rush as everything inside him clenches with need.

"Graceful," Bucky says, not breathless enough considering Tony just thumped back hard against his chest, and his hands shift on Tony's sides as his hips jerk up just slightly.

He can feel Bucky's cock throbbing even through both of their clothes- He remembers the weight of it in his mouth and just imagining what it would feel like buried deep inside him, filling him completely-

Fuck, Tony's head is a warm, fuzzy mess and he has to stop himself from grinding down into Bucky's lap. He must be closer to his Heat than he thought when he first woke up. He might be too far gone for this ill-advised plan to even work, but if Tony says that then they won't-

And it might work.

"Shut up," Tony finally remembers to grumble, shooting a glare at Bucky over his shoulder as he starts trying to pull his leg free, "Steve claims he still has pictures of you and Sam getting out of a tiny VW, don't make me finally pay him for them."

"Please don't talk about Steve right now," Bucky says, his expression twisting, and when Tony laughs he ends up accidentally rocking in Bucky's lap.

Completely on accident.

Tony jerks his attention forward again before Bucky can catch the flush Tony feels spreading across his face as he bites his lip to fight down a needy groan. Slick is escaping from his clenching hole to run down his skin, probably starting to soak through his pants and the scent of it is filling the air-

He's distracted, hazy, and when his foot finally comes free from whatever it's caught on Tony loses his balance and starts to tip towards the window. He swings one arm in an attempt to catch himself and ends up elbowing Bucky, his knee barely finding the edge of the driver's seat- Bucky's grip tightens on Tony's hips to steady him even as the man grunts in complaint, and Tony goes carefully still.

"Sorry," Tony says and shakes his head again, trying to get himself to focus, "I'm- And know I must reek-"

"It's- I wouldn' use the word 'reek', but-" Bucky says as he pulls Tony in closer against him, apparently still worried that Tony is going to tumble over and brain himself on the stick shift. "But you- It's been kinda distracting, yeah," Bucky finishes and his voice is lower now, his forehead bumping against the back of Tony's neck, "can- can we-"

"Yeah, yep, lets do this thing," Tony fills in when he trails off, trying not to focus on the steady throb of Bucky's cock against the crease of his ass, like he can feel Bucky's heartbeat- "Sorry if I elbow you again," he says in warning and then pokes at the steering wheel for a second just to confirm there's no horn about to go off before leaning forward to brace his chest against it, wiggling until the edges of the arc reactor aren't digging into anything.

Putting most of his weight on the knee planted in the seat beside Bucky's thigh, Tony lifts his ass out of Bucky's lap enough to start undoing his pants. Bucky alternates between holding him steady and tugging at the fabric as well, and together they manage to get Tony's pants and embarrassingly damp boxers down past the curve of his ass.

The rush of air over his skin makes Tony shiver, cool against the slick smeared between his thighs, and Bucky mutters something under his breath as the smell of it becomes painfully strong. Bucky starts working open his own pants, and Tony can't help lurching slightly in place when cold metal knuckles brush against the back of his thigh, his chest still pressed to the large steering wheel. His skin is crawling with over sensitivity and he's hyper-aware of Bucky's skin inches from his own, the heat of Bucky's cock tortuously close once its freed.

And fuck, Tony can't wait to feel it buried deep inside him, working him open and then fucking him- knotting him-

No.

They are not fucking, and there will definitely not be any knotting, because Tony is not in Heat. Not quite yet, at least- But he's still so-

"You okay?"Bucky asks and it snaps Tony out of his spiraling thoughts about how damn empty he feels, makes him realize that Bucky has gone completely still behind him.

"Yeah," Tony says in a rush, "yeah, I'm- I'm good. Are you ready? Or- Shit-" Tony says as something occurs to him, glancing over his shoulder- "Should- I can get you close again-"

"No-" Bucky says quickly, his metal fingers twitching against Tony's hip, "Don't- don' worry about it, don' want you flailin' around anymore." Tony is about to protest that he hasn't been flailing, but then Bucky tugs at his hip, voice low as he says, "Jus'- C'mere."

He pulls Tony down into his lap and guides his cock to press up between Tony's thighs, making Tony's balls twitch heavily when the slick, fat head of Bucky's cock brushes against the underside of them. He can feel the entire length of Bucky's cock twitching against him, warm and thick and he needs-

"Oh- Okay, we can- That works," Tony says breathlessly and pretends that the way his hips start to roll, grinding himself down against the hard line pressing between his cheeks, is entirely intentional. The skin of Bucky's shaft is surprisingly soft as it slides against Tony's hole with every shift of his hips, along his taint, smearing slick everywhere- "Does- This works for you?" He asks as he braces his hands against the wheel to grind himself down harder, trying to ignore the needy throb of his own cock.

Bucky makes a strangled sound that might have started as a laugh and he bucks up hard enough to jolt Tony is place as he grinds out, "Yeah, this- fuck-" He uses his grip on Tony's hips to pull him down into the next shove of his hips, cock sliding hard and wet between Tony's thighs, and growls, "You feel- Jus' gimme a sec-"

Tony pants for air as Bucky continues grinding against him with short, stuttering thrusts, his head spinning and his hole clenching uselessly as Bucky's cock slides over the sensitive skin. He's so empty- so wet- The drag of the hard cock against him is a painful tease and Tony can't resist leaning forward a little, letting it press further up between his thighs.

"Damn, you're- Jesus," Tony gasps at the feeling of Bucky's cock nudging against his, thick and so hot, and his knee almost slips off the seat as he grinds himself down harder-

He grunts in surprise when Bucky suddenly shoves him forward against the steering wheel again, then can't fight down a pitiful whine at the loss of contact. His slick-coated skin feel cold now, his hole clenching and fluttering against nothing, and Tony leans back against Bucky's firm hold with another noise of complaint.

"Sorry, didn' mean to- 'M close," Bucky says in explanation, his voice hoarse and strained in a way that has a hard shudder running all the way down Tony's spine.

"No problem, just my fucked up lungs," Tony says, playing up the wheeze in his own voice so it'll come out as less of a needy, desperate whine. He's sure that his shaking thighs and rapid, shallow breaths are giving plenty away about how worked up he is.

Bucky huffs out a soft laugh and one of his hands slides away from it's tight grip on Tony's hip, stroking down the outside of Tony's thigh for a second before falling away entirely. Tony doesn't have time to mourn the loss before the head of Bucky's cock is nudging between his cheeks as the man apparently starts to line himself up.

"Okay, right," Tony says distractedly and wraps one arm around the steering wheel to keep himself pressed against it, then reaches back to grab one handful of his ass and spread himself wide. "Same as last time," he says and fixes his gaze firmly on the dashboard so he won't be tempted to try and watch Bucky's distorted reflection in the windshield, "you just- let me worry about forcing it in."

"Seriously, please don' hurt yourself," Bucky says, his metal fingers twitching against Tony's skin again, but then the head of his cock nudges against Tony's slick, twitching hole.

Tony has to bite his lip so he won't say something cheeky and definitely inappropriate in this very normal, totally professional situation. Something like 'worried about breaking me on your fat cock?'

Instead he just nods, swallowing hard, and drags in a deep breath as he starts leaning back into the hot pressure against his hole. A pang of discomfort shoots through Tony almost instantly as the head of Bucky's cock tries to sink into him, his hole clenching in protest, and Tony grits his teeth as he continues bearing down into the burning stretch. It feels like he's back to square-fucking-one, like earlier- yesterday?- didn't happen at all, and Tony is once again trying to take an Alpha cock for the first time in years.

"Fucking- Christ-" Tony grunts as he rocks himself in place so the thick head starts to barely press into him, and maybe Bucky's fat cock is going to break him. The stretch of it is-

Fuck, it's amazing, Tony is leaking slick like crazy and all he can think about is how it's going to feel stretching him so deep, the stinging burn is going to make him aware of every inch. The blaze of arousal is already threatening to burn him alive, his own cock bobbing and leaking as the the knot in his core pulls tighter, every gasping breath filling his lungs with their mixing scents and it's overwhelming him.

"We- Mm, god- We are gonna ruin this truck, ahh-" Tony gasps out and he's barely aware of what he's saying beyond the fact that the thought of it- The scent of their mixed sweat, arousal, and come soaking so deeply into every surface that no one can stand to drive the thing again- "Oh- fu-fuck-"

Bucky growls something under his breath as his cock throbs hard, the head forcing its way past Tony's slick rim and then it's sinking in- "Fuck- Tony," he snarls, his hips twitching, pressing just a little deeper- "Yo-ou, damn."

"Oh- god, yes-" Tony moans in agreement as he's stretched, stretched, "haa, oh fuck-" The thick head is finally sinking into him and he needs- "More- More-"

Bucky's hands abruptly tighten on his hips, stopping him in place with Bucky's cock barely inside him, and Tony's attempt at a protest comes out a choked whine as his entire body trembles with agonizing need.

"T-Th' head's in, stop," Bucky says, his voice a rough growl that has another shudder running down Tony's spine and ends with him clenching around the intense stretch of Bucky's cock. "Fuck," Bucky groans, fingers digging into Tony's skin, "you- So fuckin' tight-"

"So-orry," Tony says mindlessly as he releases his grip on his ass to instead slap his palm against the dash, still clutching the wheel for dear life with his other arm. "I'm- You-" Tony gasps and he doesn't even know what he's trying to say, doesn't remember what he was trying to apologize for- his brain is on fire with a desperate need that's threatening to burn him away entirely and he- He's still so empty- "I- Ahh, haa- I need-"

"Easy, easy baby," Bucky says, a tremor in his voice and his hand shaking slightly as it strokes down Tony's side, and Tony isn't sure if its the gentle touch or the low, rough croon of Bucky's voice or both, but his entire body throbs with pleasure. "'M gonna take care'a you," Bucky promises as he drags calloused fingers up the line of Tony's spine, "but I- I can't go any deeper-"

Tony whines in protest, but Bucky is right, he knows that in some deep, distant part of his mind-

They have a plan here, a plan that does not involve Tony getting fucked hard and deep, no matter how badly he needs it. After a second he forces himself to nod in acknowledgment, but he can't even try to stop himself from rocking his hips in place as much as he can in Bucky's tight hold. It has the head of Bucky's cock tugging at his stretched rim, threatening to slip back out until Tony presses down and it settles inside him again.

"Tony- Fuck-" Bucky swears and shifts beneath him, like he's fighting not to thrust up hard, not to bury himself deep and that thought has Tony writhing harder until Bucky plants a hand between his shoulder blades and pins him more firmly against the steering wheel. "You- You're killin' me, sugar," Bucky pants out raggedly and fuck, Tony can feel the way his cock twitches and leaks, his precome so warm even against Tony's flushed inner walls- "Are you- fuckin' trying to drive me outta my damn mind?"

"Sorry, sorry- Ooh-" Tony groans but he can't stop, he can't rock back against Bucky anymore but he can work his hips in tiny circles, stirring the thick head inside him so it rubs against every nerve along the inside of his rim.

His legs shake and Bucky's grip on him is the main thing keeping Tony from collapsing as everything inside him winds tight, his balls pulling up painfully and oh fuck he's burning-

"Ah, ah- Ohh!" He moans and thumps his forehead against the wheel, his cock bucking in the air and spilling another thick drop of precome that runs teasingly down his skin. "I'm- oh, god- Bucky- So-o good," Tony can't stop himself from rambling as his orgasm comes barreling down on him, the words interspersed with gasps and wavering moons, "you feel- Fu-uck, you're so big, I can't- Oh, ooh! Bucky, I - ah- I'm gonna- fuck-"

He's dimly aware of Bucky's hand sliding away from his hip, Bucky's arm winding around him- But Tony is definitely aware of it when those gorgeous metal fingers find his cock and wrap around the slick head, the shock of the cooler metal making him jerk with a breathless shout as he's shoved over the edge, his orgasm hitting him so hard that is has his entire body shaking.

Bucky growls something as Tony twitches and starts to spill into his waiting grip, but Tony can't make it out past his own moans and the blood pounding in his ears. Bucky's cock feels huge when he can't help clenching around it with every electric wave of pleasure, his own cock pulsing with every hard spurt of come as he continues to writhe, still pinned in place by Bucky's other hand between his shoulder blades.

"Tony- Baby-" Bucky grunts and then he's coming too, the head of his cock tugging at Tony's rim as it twitches and his come so hot as it pours into Tony, filling him pulse by pulse and oh fuck Tony can feel it pooling inside him-

"Ah- ahh-" Tony gasps and his head is swimming- filled with the heady scent of his own come and Alpha arousal- of Bucky- His inner muscles are still rippling as the sharp-edged pleasure of his orgasm starts to soften- "Haa- oh, fuck-" he pants as Bucky's cock continues to throb, "you- ahh, god- Why do you- come so damn much? Oh-"

"S'rry," Bucky says, low and dazed and his cock is still twitching slowly, still spilling, "I don'- Fuck-" He groans as his hips give a final twitch, pushing his cock that tiny bit deeper, and he sounds completely out of breath as he says, "I- I gotta- pull out now."

Tony whines but forces himself to nod in agreement, then grits his teeth and lifts himself as much as his shaking legs will allow to make it easier for Bucky's cock to pop free as the other man shifts back. He clenches as quickly as he can, but a large drip of Bucky's come still slips free, slowly trailing down toward his balls, and when Tony shudders his legs finally give out, dropping him onto Bucky's thighs with a grunt.

Bucky makes a surprised sound, his right hand slipping down Tony's spine, and Tony lets out a pitiful sound of his own when Bucky's other hand slides away from his cock. Tony drags in a shaking breath as he finally lifts his forehead from the wheel, his heart still racing in his chest. He can feel Bucky's unsteady breathing against the back of his neck as he tries to blink the lingering spots out of his vision, and all Tony can think is-

"Holy fuck," he sighs, then winces when the leg folded beneath him starts to cramp. Bucky hums in agreement and Tony is almost close enough to feel the way it vibrates in the man's thick chest, and if he were to lean back just a little more- Tony is stopped from making that mistake by his cramped thigh complaining, and he half-slumps against the wheel again as he groans, "I need t'move, I'm too damn old for this."

Bucky snorts in amusement, and Tony does his best to pretend that he can't feel the twitch of Bucky's softening cock against the curve of his ass. Bucky starts to shift, one hand returning to Tony's hip, but then he pauses with his other hand hovering beside the wheel. Tony's come is starting to drip from between his fingers, the sleek metal shinning with it, and Tony is struck with the urge to pull Bucky's hand up to his mouth and lick it clean-

"Shit," Tony says, the warmth that had been fading from his checks flaring back to life, and he clenches his fists for a second, reminding himself to behave, before he reaches for Bucky's wrist. "Here, let me," he hesitates for a second, looking around the large cab, then grabs some questionable napkins from the cup holder and finishes, "I've got you, sorry- Or, thank you, I guess."

Bucky makes another amused sound as Tony does his best to wipe his hand clean, and it sounds like the other man has already caught his breath. Tony is more than a little jealous, he still feels dazed and overheated and its hard to remind himself that there was a reason for all of this.

Once Bucky's hand is generally clean he helps Tony back into the passenger seat, mostly by lifting Tony and depositing him in the seat like its nothing, which does not help Tony calm down. At least he gets to stretch his legs out with a happy groan before he starts wrestling his pants back up his thighs, still clenching tightly and painfully aware of Bucky's come shifting inside him.

Tony does already feel a little more clear-headed, the heat beneath his skin slowly fading down to a lower, easier to ignore level than when he first woke up, and at least that's something. This stupid idea seems to have worked again, Tony is already figuring out their next steps in the back of his mind, and that's definitely worth the semi-awkward silence that settles over them as Bucky puts the truck in gear and steers it back towards the road.

Bucky clears his throat, but his voice is still a little rough as he says, "You were right."

"I'm always right" Tony says automatically, then turns away from staring at the snow still falling outside to shoot Bucky a curious look as he asks, "about what?"

"This truck is never gonna recover," Bucky replies gravely, but there's a small smile tugging at his lips, his nose wrinkling slightly, and it startles a huff of laughter out of Tony.

"What did I tell you about making me laugh?" Tony complains, shifting in his seat and trying not to make a face when his boxers cling to his skin.

"I don' remember," Bucky says blithely, and Tony has to fight down another laugh.

"No more from you," Tony says with a glare that just makes Bucky grin, and its still a little harder than it should be for Tony to get his mind fully back on track. "You said a couple hours to the base, right?" he asks, "I have- maybe 70% of a plan."

Bucky nods for him to continue, his fingers tapping against the wheel, and they move on.

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For the record, yes I am taking suggestions on weird and dumb ways the Just the Tip series can escalate

[riotwritesthings]

A Small Problem (Just the Tip)

1: The Closet

WinterIron, E, 3k - PWP, Omegaverse, Mutually pining morons, hormones made them do it, rushed sex

Tony is about to go into Heat. In the middle of a mission. If only there was a way to delay it... AKA, just two bros helping each other out with zero pining. None at all.

My reasoning is that I wanted to write porn. And the title amused me. There's a plot around here somewhere, but I literally could not be ignoring it harder

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Tony lets out a slow breath and thumps his head back against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut. He swallows a couple of times, and it looks like he's bracing himself for something.

"There is something you can do," he says as he opens his eyes again, "it'll- be quick, and then we can get back to the mission." His voice is flat, mechanical, but Bucky can hear the slight tremor in his voice and Tony is staring at a spot over his shoulder. "It- If you-" Tony hesitates for a second, swallowing thickly again, and Bucky struggles not to notice the way his scent is getting stronger. Finally Tony sighs hard through his nose and his voice is even flatter as he forces out, "Having Alpha cum inside me will trigger hormones that will delay the full onset of the Heat, but- But full penetration will kick-start it, so-"

Tony trails off and his face is still carefully blank, but Bucky can smell his embarrassment and it- It's mixing with the spicy-sweet hint of his pre-Heat in a way that makes Bucky's head spin, makes it take longer than it should to realize what Tony is actually saying.

"I- I'd-" Bucky sutters and he can feel heat in his own cheeks, his own voice far less steady, "I n-need-"

"To come inside me," Tony finishes when he can't, his eyes fixed on the ceiling now, "without fucking me." Pink is spreading across Tony's cheeks , and Bucky is finding it hard to breathe as the silence stretches.

The scent of pre-Heat is getting stronger, or maybe Bucky is just having a harder time ignoring it now, and he has no doubt Tony can smell his arousal spiking, probably giving away how much Bucky doesn't mind the suggestion.

"It- I know it's weird," Tony says, still addressing the ceiling, "and if we didn't need to get this done right fucking now I wouldn't even suggest it, but- If you don't-"

"Okay," Bucky says and he barely recognizes his own voice, low and nearly strangled. At least it doesn't come out excited, and when Tony's gaze snaps to him he hopes he doesn't look it either. Tony's eyebrows furrow, his mouth opening, and the fear strikes through him that Tony is about to question his motivations. "We need t' get this done," Bucky agrees quickly, and his voice comes out slightly more normal this time.

"O-kay," Tony says with a jerky nod of his head, eyes moving around the small closet again, "okay, so we'll- um, okay, let me-"

Bucky jumps when Tony abruptly drops to his knees, then can't help flinching back half a step when Tony reaches for him.

Tony freezes, hands still hovering between them, and says, "Sorry, some warning; I'm gonna suck your dick now." He reaches for Bucky's belt again while Bucky is still reeling from that statement. "I- I'm gonna get you close," Tony continues as he pulls Bucky's pants open with slightly shaking hands, "and then you can- yeah." He glances up at Bucky, his cheeks red and his eyes dark as he pulls Bucky's cock free, already half-hard. There's no doubt can he feel the way Bucky's cock twitches when Tony smirks, just shy of his usual smirk, and says, "Don't worry, I'm very good at this."

Bucky has his mouth open to say- something, maybe warn Tony that it's not going to take long, or apologize for already reacting to Tony's scent- But then Tony's warm lips wrap around the head of his cock, sucking him down in one smooth motion, and the only sound Bucky can make is a startled groan.

He clenches his fists by his side so he won't do something stupid like grab for Tony's hair as he's quickly worked to full hardness by Tony's clever tongue swirling around the head of his cock, by Tony taking him steadily deeper with every bob of his head. Bucky's breath escapes him in another hard rush and he's torn between squeezing his eyes closed or keeping them wide open, if he keeps watching the way Tony's lips stretch around him then this is going to be over so fast- But isn't that the point?

They're supposed to be hurrying, supposed to be getting this over with- Bucky is supposed to be focusing on the sucking, wet heat bobbing on his cock, not the way Tony's eyelashes look fluttering against his skin as his cheeks hollow-

Bucky has to choke down a groan when one of Tony's hands wraps around the base of his cock, working him in time with Tony's mouth and pushing him towards the edge so quickly that it's making Bucky dizzy. He can't even properly remember the last time he felt this, this wet heat pleasure of a mouth wrapped around him, and this is Tony-

Tony's lips dragging over the length of his cock, Tony's tongue slicking over the head with every pass, Tony's big brown eyes flicking up at him as one of Tony's hands comes up to cup Bucky's tight balls.

"Fuck, Tony," Bucky groans as his balls twitching in Tony's palm, "that- I'm- stop stop-"

Tony's lips slide off his cock with an audible pop and Bucky swallows down a whine of complain, instead focusing on blinking the spots out of his vision while Tony climbs back to his feet. Bucky sways in place and clenches his fists to resist the need to wrap a hand around himself and finish this, because all it would take is a couple stokes and that's not the point.

Because there is a point to this.

"Okay," Tony says, his voice hoarse and breathless in a way that makes Bucky want to- "So, I'll just-" Tony says as he turns his back, and Bucky can't stop his eyes from dropping straight to the mouth-watering swell of Tony's ass.

Then Tony shoves his pants and underwear down around his knees in one motion, and Bucky's mouth actually starts to water. The scent of Tony's slick fills the air, his arousal- Bucky catches a glimpse of his hard, flushed cock when Tony spreads his legs, leaning forward to brace one forearm against the wall. When Tony arches his spine Bucky can see the shine of slick on his skin, sliding down the insides of Tony's thighs.

"Okay," Tony says again, snapping Bucky out of his daze, and reaches back with his free hand to spread himself wide, "part two of the plan."

Bucky wasn't aware the plan had been broken down into parts, but he's mostly trying to stop his brain from shorting out at the sight of Tony's fingers digging into the meat of his own ass, Tony's wet, twitching hole- Bucky swallows hard and forces himself to focus. He's supposed to be getting through this, not enjoying himself.

"Part two," Bucky repeats dumbly as he shuffles closer, glad that Tony can't see his cock bobbing in the air, leaking eagerly.

His mouth is still watering, and Bucky wants nothing more than to drop to his knees and taste the source of that amazing scent- Bucky's right hand is shaking, so he wraps that one around himself and hesitantly rests the other on Tony's hip as he lines his cock up with Tony's wet hole.

Tony looks back at him over his shoulder, just enough that Bucky can see one dark eye and the flushed curve of his cheek, and Bucky can feel the way he's trembling slightly as he says, "So just- n-not too deep-"

"I got it," Bucky says quickly, because he can't keep listening to Tony talk about it, "you jus- jus' hold still."

Bucky can feel the heat coming off of Tony's skin even before the head of his cock nudges against the furl of Tony's hole, wet and slick and so hot- He can't fight down a soft grunt at the feeling, at the way Tony's hole twitches against him as a visible shiver runs up Tony's spine, and Bucky has to take another steadying breath before he starts pressing in.

"Mm- Mmm-" Tony grunts and trembles beneath Bucky's hand, dropping his forehead against the wall with a soft thump. He's so fucking tight, the ring of muscle resisting the press of Bucky's cock and when Bucky tries to press a little closer Tony lurches away with a pained sound. "Fuck," Tony says in a tight voice, "I didn't think this- Why are you so big?"

It startles a rough huff of laughter out of Bucky, and they both gasp when his cock twitches against Tony's hole.

"You're not makin' this any easier," Bucky says, squeezing his eyes shut so he won't have to watch Tony's hole flutter against the tip of his cock. Feeling it is intense enough, and at this point he's going to be lucky if he can even get his cock inside Tony before he comes-

And fuck, that thought alone-

Bucky can't stop his hips from rocking forward and Tony yelps again, flinching away and flattening himself against the wall when Bucky's cock barely starts to press past the tight ring of muscle.

"Sorry," Bucky grunts as he has to force himself to start pulling away, but Tony shakes his head and he pauses.

"I'm sorry," Tony says breathlessly as he pushes himself away from the wall, arching his back again, "this was my idea, I don't know why-" A bright flush is spreading down the back of Tony's neck and Bucky wants to put his mouth there, wants to feel the warmth of Tony's skin against his lips- "I know it's been a while, but fuck-" Tony says with another shake of his head.

Bucky has no idea what to do with that information, so instead he shoves it away and tries to focus on the plan.

"I can- d'you want me to-" Bucky starts hesitantly, tapping the fingers of his hand still resting on Tony's hip as he tries to figure out how to say 'work you open on my fingers' without giving away how much he really wants to do that.

"No!" Tony says quickly, "no, that'll-" He pauses to take a steadying breath, and Bucky is more than a little hypnotized by the stretch of muscles across his back. "That- There's a chance it'll trigger my Heat," he says, his voice almost normal, and it would be more convincing if he wasn't still trembling under Bucky's hand. "So- Okay, here's what we're gonna do, line- line up again," he instructs, digging his fingers into the meat of his ass and spreading himself wide again.

Bucky takes another slow breath of his own, then takes the half-step forward to nudge the head of his cock against Tony's hole again. Tony grunts, rocking forward on his toes for a split second before he starts pressing back into the contact.

"Now you stay still, and I- I'll make this work," Tony says, a tremble in his voice again as he starts shoving himself back against Bucky.

"Great, easy," Bucky says tightly, his mouth going abruptly dry as the wet, tight ring of Tony's hole barely starts to open around him. When Tony whines, his entire body shaking, Bucky manages to gasp out, "Fuck, Tony- Don' hurt yourself."

"Shh, stop talking," Tony snaps, rocking himself in place now and slowly forcing himself further onto Bucky's cock. "I'd rather- mm- deal with a sore ass than- Jesus- fuck-"

Tony releases his grip on his own ass to brace both hands against the wall, and even the feeling of Tony's round cheeks tightly hugging his shaft has Bucky groaning raggedly. The air is thick as he gasps for breath, the mixed scents of their sweat and arousal making his head spin-

All Bucky can think about is how badly he needs to bury himself deep in the slick heat of Tony's body- Feel all of him wrapped around Bucky's cock and fuck him until Bucky can slide in easily and fill Tony with his come-

"Fuck," Tony gasps again, a tremor running up his spine as he clenches almost painfully around Bucky. "Tell- Tell me you're almost in," he pants, his head dropping to press against the wall again, "lie- ahh, nng- lie if you have to."

When Bucky chokes out a laugh it has his cock twitching and abruptly the head slips past Tony's impossibly tight rim. Bucky's gasp is completely drowned out by Tony's wavering moan, and Bucky has to release his cock to brace one hand on the wall as well, struggling to fight down the urge to press deeper.

"Don't move, don't move-" Tony groans, then whines softly as his inner muscles flutter. His hips start working in tiny circles, barely stirring the head of Bucky's cock inside him and oh fuck the need to slam into him is-

"You don' move," Bucky groans back, his grip on Tony's hip tightening in an attempt to hold him still.

Tony huffs out a laugh, his hole twitching, and says, "So-orry, I'm- I'm not moving. Can y-you come like this?"

"Uh-huh," Bucky says breathlessly, and manages not to add that he's kind of surprised he hasn't come yet. "Don' move," Bucky says, a little mindlessly, and slowly moves his hand from Tony's hip to wrap around the base of his cock so he can carefully stroke himself.

Bucky growls out another low noise as he's immediately right back at the edge, his balls pulling up tight as his cock throbs out a spurt of precome. His fingers press against the curve of Tony's ass with every stroke, and his cock twitches again when Bucky realizes that Tony's slick is smearing across his knuckles.

"O-oh- fuck," Tony moans and rocks on his toes despite his promise to stay still, his tight rim catching against the underside of Bucky's cockhead. "Are you- I can feel that- fuck- Ohh-" He cries out and throws his head back, nearly headbutting Bucky in the chin and shifting his hips harder, "God, you- C'mon, Bucky-"

The sound of his name is what finally has Bucky breaking, groaning raggedly as the heated knot of tension in his core snaps. He quickly presses his hand to Tony's hip again, stopping himself from pressing deeper as his cock throbs out the first hard pulse of come- To stop Tony from arching back harder as the man writhes and clenches around him.

"Fuckin'- Tony," Bucky grunts breathlessly and he can't help dropping his forehead to Tony's shoulder so he can see the curve of Tony's spine and the tight stretch of Tony's rim around him, so he can watch the way his own cock twitches as he spills pulse after pulse of come into the hot clench of Tony's body.

"Ohh- God-" Tony wails and writhes harder, dropping his head forward against the wall again as his legs shake beneath him, "it's so- warm- You- Ooh, you feel so- Oh fuck-"

Tony comes with a shuddering moan, the scent of it filling the air as he clenches around the head of Bucky's cock so tightly that it makes Bucky hiss, makes Bucky bite his lip so he won't do something incredibly stupid like sink he teeth into the side of Tony's throat. Every ripple of Tony's inner muscles around him drags out Bucky's orgasm, has him spilling more like Tony is trying to milk him completely dry.

"Fuck, fuck," Tony pants as his trembling finally stills, sounding dazed, and Bucky grunts in agreement. "Are- aah, are you still- Oh-"

"Uh-huh," Bucky grunts again, struggling to blink the dark spots out of his vision as the throbbing pulses of his cock start to slow. "'M- 'M almos' done-"

"Jesus," Tony groans, his hips twitching again as he shakes his head against the wall. "Okay, jus- You gotta- Mmm- you gotta pull out as soon as you- oh- you're done," he says around ragged gasps, "can't- ah- spill any-"

"Please stop talkin'," Bucky growls, his cock twitching hard again at the sound of Tony's rough, breathless voice. After he spills a final weak spurt of come, Bucky swallows hard and manages, "Ready?"

Tony hums in acknowledgement, and Bucky manages to work up the willpower to actually pull back and let his cockhead pop free from Tony's body. When Tony whines softly, like he's mourning the loss, Bucky has to grit his teeth his teeth and fight down the need to bury himself in Tony again. He leaves his forehead resting against Tony's shoulder and his hand on Tony's hip as they catch their breath, doesn't have the strength left to pull away entirely.

"Did it work?" Bucky asks eventually, mostly to remind himself what the point of this was, and his voice comes out so hoarse that he barely recognizes it.

"I don't know," Tony says with a snort, "there's not exactly a signal light that comes on, I don't get a-" he pauses for another snort of laughter- "a countdown timer, or anything."

Bucky hums, considering, and then asks, "Haven't made one yet?"

Tony huffs out a startled laugh that immediately turns into a groan. "Stop making me laugh," he complains, "I'm trying to clench here."

"You're makin' you laugh," Bucky argues, because it's easier than thinking about Tony intentionally holding his come inside him. He reluctantly lifts his head from Tony's shoulder and takes a step back, then steadies the other man when he wavers on his feet and asks, "You okay?"

"Super," Tony says dryly as he starts yanking his pants back up with shaking hands, "this is exactly how I pictured this going, it's all typical infiltration stuff."

Bucky huffs, quickly pulling his gaze up to Tony's face when the man turns towards him, and it snaps Bucky back to reality enough to finally tuck away his own softening cock. Tony's gaze lingers on his chin for a split second before he meets Bucky's eye and the flush is quickly fading from his face, just a hint of pink left across the bridge of Tony's nose. Bucky tries to tell himself that he's not committing the picture to memory, but he's not very convincing.

"That should at least buy us the couple of hours we need to finish this," Tony says, his voice steadying as he speaks, and he sounds totally in control again when he asks, "Ready?"

Bucky nods, and they slip from the storage closet to the darkened hallway, and that's that.

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A Small Problem (Just the Tip)

1: The Closet

WinterIron, E, 3k - PWP, Omegaverse, Mutually pining morons, hormones made them do it, rushed sex

Tony is about to go into Heat. In the middle of a mission. If only there was a way to delay it... AKA, just two bros helping each other out with zero pining. None at all.

My reasoning is that I wanted to write porn. And the title amused me. There's a plot around here somewhere, but I literally could not be ignoring it harder

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Tony lets out a slow breath and thumps his head back against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut. He swallows a couple of times, and it looks like he's bracing himself for something.

"There is something you can do," he says as he opens his eyes again, "it'll- be quick, and then we can get back to the mission." His voice is flat, mechanical, but Bucky can hear the slight tremor in his voice and Tony is staring at a spot over his shoulder. "It- If you-" Tony hesitates for a second, swallowing thickly again, and Bucky struggles not to notice the way his scent is getting stronger. Finally Tony sighs hard through his nose and his voice is even flatter as he forces out, "Having Alpha cum inside me will trigger hormones that will delay the full onset of the Heat, but- But full penetration will kick-start it, so-"

Tony trails off and his face is still carefully blank, but Bucky can smell his embarrassment and it- It's mixing with the spicy-sweet hint of his pre-Heat in a way that makes Bucky's head spin, makes it take longer than it should to realize what Tony is actually saying.

"I- I'd-" Bucky sutters and he can feel heat in his own cheeks, his own voice far less steady, "I n-need-"

"To come inside me," Tony finishes when he can't, his eyes fixed on the ceiling now, "without fucking me." Pink is spreading across Tony's cheeks , and Bucky is finding it hard to breathe as the silence stretches.

The scent of pre-Heat is getting stronger, or maybe Bucky is just having a harder time ignoring it now, and he has no doubt Tony can smell his arousal spiking, probably giving away how much Bucky doesn't mind the suggestion.

"It- I know it's weird," Tony says, still addressing the ceiling, "and if we didn't need to get this done right fucking now I wouldn't even suggest it, but- If you don't-"

"Okay," Bucky says and he barely recognizes his own voice, low and nearly strangled. At least it doesn't come out excited, and when Tony's gaze snaps to him he hopes he doesn't look it either. Tony's eyebrows furrow, his mouth opening, and the fear strikes through him that Tony is about to question his motivations. "We need t' get this done," Bucky agrees quickly, and his voice comes out slightly more normal this time.

"O-kay," Tony says with a jerky nod of his head, eyes moving around the small closet again, "okay, so we'll- um, okay, let me-"

Bucky jumps when Tony abruptly drops to his knees, then can't help flinching back half a step when Tony reaches for him.

Tony freezes, hands still hovering between them, and says, "Sorry, some warning; I'm gonna suck your dick now." He reaches for Bucky's belt again while Bucky is still reeling from that statement. "I- I'm gonna get you close," Tony continues as he pulls Bucky's pants open with slightly shaking hands, "and then you can- yeah." He glances up at Bucky, his cheeks red and his eyes dark as he pulls Bucky's cock free, already half-hard. There's no doubt can he feel the way Bucky's cock twitches when Tony smirks, just shy of his usual smirk, and says, "Don't worry, I'm very good at this."

Bucky has his mouth open to say- something, maybe warn Tony that it's not going to take long, or apologize for already reacting to Tony's scent- But then Tony's warm lips wrap around the head of his cock, sucking him down in one smooth motion, and the only sound Bucky can make is a startled groan.

He clenches his fists by his side so he won't do something stupid like grab for Tony's hair as he's quickly worked to full hardness by Tony's clever tongue swirling around the head of his cock, by Tony taking him steadily deeper with every bob of his head. Bucky's breath escapes him in another hard rush and he's torn between squeezing his eyes closed or keeping them wide open, if he keeps watching the way Tony's lips stretch around him then this is going to be over so fast- But isn't that the point?

They're supposed to be hurrying, supposed to be getting this over with- Bucky is supposed to be focusing on the sucking, wet heat bobbing on his cock, not the way Tony's eyelashes look fluttering against his skin as his cheeks hollow-

Bucky has to choke down a groan when one of Tony's hands wraps around the base of his cock, working him in time with Tony's mouth and pushing him towards the edge so quickly that it's making Bucky dizzy. He can't even properly remember the last time he felt this, this wet heat pleasure of a mouth wrapped around him, and this is Tony-

Tony's lips dragging over the length of his cock, Tony's tongue slicking over the head with every pass, Tony's big brown eyes flicking up at him as one of Tony's hands comes up to cup Bucky's tight balls.

"Fuck, Tony," Bucky groans as his balls twitching in Tony's palm, "that- I'm- stop stop-"

Tony's lips slide off his cock with an audible pop and Bucky swallows down a whine of complain, instead focusing on blinking the spots out of his vision while Tony climbs back to his feet. Bucky sways in place and clenches his fists to resist the need to wrap a hand around himself and finish this, because all it would take is a couple stokes and that's not the point.

Because there is a point to this.

"Okay," Tony says, his voice hoarse and breathless in a way that makes Bucky want to- "So, I'll just-" Tony says as he turns his back, and Bucky can't stop his eyes from dropping straight to the mouth-watering swell of Tony's ass.

Then Tony shoves his pants and underwear down around his knees in one motion, and Bucky's mouth actually starts to water. The scent of Tony's slick fills the air, his arousal- Bucky catches a glimpse of his hard, flushed cock when Tony spreads his legs, leaning forward to brace one forearm against the wall. When Tony arches his spine Bucky can see the shine of slick on his skin, sliding down the insides of Tony's thighs.

"Okay," Tony says again, snapping Bucky out of his daze, and reaches back with his free hand to spread himself wide, "part two of the plan."

Bucky wasn't aware the plan had been broken down into parts, but he's mostly trying to stop his brain from shorting out at the sight of Tony's fingers digging into the meat of his own ass, Tony's wet, twitching hole- Bucky swallows hard and forces himself to focus. He's supposed to be getting through this, not enjoying himself.

"Part two," Bucky repeats dumbly as he shuffles closer, glad that Tony can't see his cock bobbing in the air, leaking eagerly.

His mouth is still watering, and Bucky wants nothing more than to drop to his knees and taste the source of that amazing scent- Bucky's right hand is shaking, so he wraps that one around himself and hesitantly rests the other on Tony's hip as he lines his cock up with Tony's wet hole.

Tony looks back at him over his shoulder, just enough that Bucky can see one dark eye and the flushed curve of his cheek, and Bucky can feel the way he's trembling slightly as he says, "So just- n-not too deep-"

"I got it," Bucky says quickly, because he can't keep listening to Tony talk about it, "you jus- jus' hold still."

Bucky can feel the heat coming off of Tony's skin even before the head of his cock nudges against the furl of Tony's hole, wet and slick and so hot- He can't fight down a soft grunt at the feeling, at the way Tony's hole twitches against him as a visible shiver runs up Tony's spine, and Bucky has to take another steadying breath before he starts pressing in.

"Mm- Mmm-" Tony grunts and trembles beneath Bucky's hand, dropping his forehead against the wall with a soft thump. He's so fucking tight, the ring of muscle resisting the press of Bucky's cock and when Bucky tries to press a little closer Tony lurches away with a pained sound. "Fuck," Tony says in a tight voice, "I didn't think this- Why are you so big?"

It startles a rough huff of laughter out of Bucky, and they both gasp when his cock twitches against Tony's hole.

"You're not makin' this any easier," Bucky says, squeezing his eyes shut so he won't have to watch Tony's hole flutter against the tip of his cock. Feeling it is intense enough, and at this point he's going to be lucky if he can even get his cock inside Tony before he comes-

And fuck, that thought alone-

Bucky can't stop his hips from rocking forward and Tony yelps again, flinching away and flattening himself against the wall when Bucky's cock barely starts to press past the tight ring of muscle.

"Sorry," Bucky grunts as he has to force himself to start pulling away, but Tony shakes his head and he pauses.

"I'm sorry," Tony says breathlessly as he pushes himself away from the wall, arching his back again, "this was my idea, I don't know why-" A bright flush is spreading down the back of Tony's neck and Bucky wants to put his mouth there, wants to feel the warmth of Tony's skin against his lips- "I know it's been a while, but fuck-" Tony says with another shake of his head.

Bucky has no idea what to do with that information, so instead he shoves it away and tries to focus on the plan.

"I can- d'you want me to-" Bucky starts hesitantly, tapping the fingers of his hand still resting on Tony's hip as he tries to figure out how to say 'work you open on my fingers' without giving away how much he really wants to do that.

"No!" Tony says quickly, "no, that'll-" He pauses to take a steadying breath, and Bucky is more than a little hypnotized by the stretch of muscles across his back. "That- There's a chance it'll trigger my Heat," he says, his voice almost normal, and it would be more convincing if he wasn't still trembling under Bucky's hand. "So- Okay, here's what we're gonna do, line- line up again," he instructs, digging his fingers into the meat of his ass and spreading himself wide again.

Bucky takes another slow breath of his own, then takes the half-step forward to nudge the head of his cock against Tony's hole again. Tony grunts, rocking forward on his toes for a split second before he starts pressing back into the contact.

"Now you stay still, and I- I'll make this work," Tony says, a tremble in his voice again as he starts shoving himself back against Bucky.

"Great, easy," Bucky says tightly, his mouth going abruptly dry as the wet, tight ring of Tony's hole barely starts to open around him. When Tony whines, his entire body shaking, Bucky manages to gasp out, "Fuck, Tony- Don' hurt yourself."

"Shh, stop talking," Tony snaps, rocking himself in place now and slowly forcing himself further onto Bucky's cock. "I'd rather- mm- deal with a sore ass than- Jesus- fuck-"

Tony releases his grip on his own ass to brace both hands against the wall, and even the feeling of Tony's round cheeks tightly hugging his shaft has Bucky groaning raggedly. The air is thick as he gasps for breath, the mixed scents of their sweat and arousal making his head spin-

All Bucky can think about is how badly he needs to bury himself deep in the slick heat of Tony's body- Feel all of him wrapped around Bucky's cock and fuck him until Bucky can slide in easily and fill Tony with his come-

"Fuck," Tony gasps again, a tremor running up his spine as he clenches almost painfully around Bucky. "Tell- Tell me you're almost in," he pants, his head dropping to press against the wall again, "lie- ahh, nng- lie if you have to."

When Bucky chokes out a laugh it has his cock twitching and abruptly the head slips past Tony's impossibly tight rim. Bucky's gasp is completely drowned out by Tony's wavering moan, and Bucky has to release his cock to brace one hand on the wall as well, struggling to fight down the urge to press deeper.

"Don't move, don't move-" Tony groans, then whines softly as his inner muscles flutter. His hips start working in tiny circles, barely stirring the head of Bucky's cock inside him and oh fuck the need to slam into him is-

"You don' move," Bucky groans back, his grip on Tony's hip tightening in an attempt to hold him still.

Tony huffs out a laugh, his hole twitching, and says, "So-orry, I'm- I'm not moving. Can y-you come like this?"

"Uh-huh," Bucky says breathlessly, and manages not to add that he's kind of surprised he hasn't come yet. "Don' move," Bucky says, a little mindlessly, and slowly moves his hand from Tony's hip to wrap around the base of his cock so he can carefully stroke himself.

Bucky growls out another low noise as he's immediately right back at the edge, his balls pulling up tight as his cock throbs out a spurt of precome. His fingers press against the curve of Tony's ass with every stroke, and his cock twitches again when Bucky realizes that Tony's slick is smearing across his knuckles.

"O-oh- fuck," Tony moans and rocks on his toes despite his promise to stay still, his tight rim catching against the underside of Bucky's cockhead. "Are you- I can feel that- fuck- Ohh-" He cries out and throws his head back, nearly headbutting Bucky in the chin and shifting his hips harder, "God, you- C'mon, Bucky-"

The sound of his name is what finally has Bucky breaking, groaning raggedly as the heated knot of tension in his core snaps. He quickly presses his hand to Tony's hip again, stopping himself from pressing deeper as his cock throbs out the first hard pulse of come- To stop Tony from arching back harder as the man writhes and clenches around him.

"Fuckin'- Tony," Bucky grunts breathlessly and he can't help dropping his forehead to Tony's shoulder so he can see the curve of Tony's spine and the tight stretch of Tony's rim around him, so he can watch the way his own cock twitches as he spills pulse after pulse of come into the hot clench of Tony's body.

"Ohh- God-" Tony wails and writhes harder, dropping his head forward against the wall again as his legs shake beneath him, "it's so- warm- You- Ooh, you feel so- Oh fuck-"

Tony comes with a shuddering moan, the scent of it filling the air as he clenches around the head of Bucky's cock so tightly that it makes Bucky hiss, makes Bucky bite his lip so he won't do something incredibly stupid like sink he teeth into the side of Tony's throat. Every ripple of Tony's inner muscles around him drags out Bucky's orgasm, has him spilling more like Tony is trying to milk him completely dry.

"Fuck, fuck," Tony pants as his trembling finally stills, sounding dazed, and Bucky grunts in agreement. "Are- aah, are you still- Oh-"

"Uh-huh," Bucky grunts again, struggling to blink the dark spots out of his vision as the throbbing pulses of his cock start to slow. "'M- 'M almos' done-"

"Jesus," Tony groans, his hips twitching again as he shakes his head against the wall. "Okay, jus- You gotta- Mmm- you gotta pull out as soon as you- oh- you're done," he says around ragged gasps, "can't- ah- spill any-"

"Please stop talkin'," Bucky growls, his cock twitching hard again at the sound of Tony's rough, breathless voice. After he spills a final weak spurt of come, Bucky swallows hard and manages, "Ready?"

Tony hums in acknowledgement, and Bucky manages to work up the willpower to actually pull back and let his cockhead pop free from Tony's body. When Tony whines softly, like he's mourning the loss, Bucky has to grit his teeth his teeth and fight down the need to bury himself in Tony again. He leaves his forehead resting against Tony's shoulder and his hand on Tony's hip as they catch their breath, doesn't have the strength left to pull away entirely.

"Did it work?" Bucky asks eventually, mostly to remind himself what the point of this was, and his voice comes out so hoarse that he barely recognizes it.

"I don't know," Tony says with a snort, "there's not exactly a signal light that comes on, I don't get a-" he pauses for another snort of laughter- "a countdown timer, or anything."

Bucky hums, considering, and then asks, "Haven't made one yet?"

Tony huffs out a startled laugh that immediately turns into a groan. "Stop making me laugh," he complains, "I'm trying to clench here."

"You're makin' you laugh," Bucky argues, because it's easier than thinking about Tony intentionally holding his come inside him. He reluctantly lifts his head from Tony's shoulder and takes a step back, then steadies the other man when he wavers on his feet and asks, "You okay?"

"Super," Tony says dryly as he starts yanking his pants back up with shaking hands, "this is exactly how I pictured this going, it's all typical infiltration stuff."

Bucky huffs, quickly pulling his gaze up to Tony's face when the man turns towards him, and it snaps Bucky back to reality enough to finally tuck away his own softening cock. Tony's gaze lingers on his chin for a split second before he meets Bucky's eye and the flush is quickly fading from his face, just a hint of pink left across the bridge of Tony's nose. Bucky tries to tell himself that he's not committing the picture to memory, but he's not very convincing.

"That should at least buy us the couple of hours we need to finish this," Tony says, his voice steadying as he speaks, and he sounds totally in control again when he asks, "Ready?"

Bucky nods, and they slip from the storage closet to the darkened hallway, and that's that.

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I usually keep this kind of crying to my main blog but.

This notebook is full and it’s going on a shelf. This is what writing for myself looks like.

Writers post for the community, the conversation, the CONNECTION. Plz feed your local fanfic writers.

To be clear I still have things I intend to post. But I’m spending my time on things that make me happy. So. We’ll see.

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@riotwritesthings wrote a fic about winteriron basically being vengeful spirits and I realized 1: I could read a thousand chapters of just that and 2: their description of them slapped and my brain couldn’t let it go

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Sometimes I really wish I’d spent my youth drawing instead

A bitch is BROKE and there’s no way to market fan writing lolsob

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The Cold Death: A WinterIron Horror retelling of Iron Man 1

By @riotfalling / @riotwritesthings

Finished

AO3 tags and warnings:

Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Ho Yinsen, Tiberius Stone, Obadiah Stane Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Horror, Gore, Body horror, Torture, Waterboarding, Extremely dubious consent, Sexual content, Wildly unsafe sex, Anal sex, Fisting but not like you think, Weird sex, Casual alcohol use, Implied alcohol abuse, Casual drug use, Jealousy, Unhealthy relationships, Manipulation, The lasting effects of Howard Stark's A+ parenting, Cheating but it’s Ty so is anyone surprised, Flashbacks, Dream sequences, Hallucinations, Dead dove: eat it while it's cold, Happy ending

Tony Stark is dying.

Between the shards of his own weapon working their way towards his heart and the infection setting in, he's running out of time.

It's a pretty fitting end to a life that has always revolved around death, and maybe that's why an old obsession is coming back to haunt him. Or maybe he's just losing his mind, seeing shadows and hearing a voice calling his name.

But if he isn't imagining things- He'll have to face a ghost he's done his best to forget. While he still has time.

shadow of nobody there

watch for his breath on the air

he stirs with the cold winter night

gone at the first touch of light

no prey ever spared

his frozen fangs bared

the Cold Death wakes to fight

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Part 6

WinterIron, E, 4k - Horror, Body Horror, Gore, Weird sex

see blog's pinned post for a list of tags and warnings for the full fic

Happy birthday to me, I'm finally happy with the end of this fic. Only one more chapter after this!

Wake up, Anthony.

 

The voice is familiar-

But it’s so far away-

 

Come back-

 

If he focuses-

 

"Anthony."

Tony’s eyes snap open.

The cave- The soldier still standing inches from him-

One cold hand cupping Tony’s jaw and the other resting on Tony’s stomach, still so close to the open hole in his chest-

He still can’t breathe-

The Soldier’s eyes are a bright, cold blue, but there’s also-

There’s also something warm about them.

Or maybe Tony is just losing his mind- Imaging things as he slowly bleeds out-

 

Bleeds in, he’s pretty sure he can feel it running down the sides of his lungs, pooling among his organs-

Blood is still trailing sluggishly down his stomach, almost cool compared to his flushed skin- running over the Soldier’s fingers-

Slipping out from between his own fingers as they sink deeper into the raw meat of his chest-

 

“Anthony,” The Soldier says again, softer, and he almost sounds concerned.

Tony is definitely losing his mind.

"Wh-what?" Tony tries to snap, but the word is more choked out than anything as his lungs refuse to fill.

”You’re almost out of time,” the Soldier says again, and Tony makes another annoyed noise.

“I- know-“ Tony grits out, even though the words tear at his throat-

It feels wet when he wheezes for air, but Tony can’t taste blood anymore and he’s-

 

He’s too exhausted to be scared anymore.

 

He’s-

He’s dying, right here, right now, one way or another. There’s no reason to be afraid, this probably isn’t even real-

The Soldier is still watching him, close enough that they’re sharing freezing cold air.

“What do you want?” The Soldier asks him this time, head tipping slightly to the side and he looks like-

Like it matters.

Tony would laugh if he could, but he’s pretty sure the effort would have his rib cage collapsing in on itself and impaling what’s left of his lungs- shards of bone joining the shrapnel in his heart-

 

What he wants is to not fucking die here-

He wants- He wanted to get Yinsen out of here, to make up for his mistakes to at least one fucking person-

 

He wants a lot more, wants to fix all of his many, many mistakes- wants to finally do something good, fix the legacy that he’s been painstakingly maintaining all of his life and make it something he could really be proud of-

 

But he would have settled for saving Yinsen.

 

Tony doesn’t have the air to say any of that, though. He’s not sure he’d be able to put the words in the right order if he did-

Even thinking is- It’s so much effort-

His brain is on fire-

 

Every inch of him is burning with infection, blood scorching its way through his veins-

He can’t even feel the chill of the Soldier’s hand against his jaw anymore- He can’t feel anything but the heat and the pain-

The shards of metal in his chest make him agonizingly aware of his own pulse, every beat more painful than the last-

 

And the beats are getting slower.

 

It- It’s a relief.

Tony just wants it to stop- The burning pain and the guilt and-

He wants the dark back-

The cold-

He-

 

He wants to do one single fucking good thing before he-

Tony forces his eyes open.

The Soldier is still watching him.

Waiting.

“I-” Tony struggles to say-

Choking on the thick foam filling his throat-

His eyes won’t focus-

 

He wavers on his feet, legs threatening to buckle- The Soldier holds him upright- pinned firm against the door-

"I w-want," Tony gurgles out and that’s it- that’s all he can manage-

The Soldier’s grip on his chin is the only thing holding him upright-

“Then open the door,” the Soldier says, and Tony wants to sob.

 

He can’t- The door is locked-

He’s dying, he doesn’t have time-

He just wants to-

 

“Come back to me, Anthony,” the Soldier says and his voice echoes more than ever, almost hard to understand.

It feels like Tony is falling and he can’t be sure- he can’t feel anything around him-

Can’t see-

 

“Let me in.”

 

~

 

The apartment is completely frozen over.

 

It looks smaller with a fine layer of frost over everything, icicles hanging from the open doorways and snow piling gently in the corners. There’s even fat flakes of it falling from the ceiling, drifting lazily in the still air.

Even with the way he’s burning, Tony can feel the cold sinking through the layers of course fabric they gave him in the cave, making him shiver.

The door at the end of the hall is still closed, a chair still braced beneath the doorknob. The light still shines from beneath it, reflecting off the frost so even the air seems to glow, and broken in two places by someone standing on the other side of the door.

Waiting.

 

Tony is at other end of the hall, and its not that far but-

He can’t.

 

His brain is still on fire with the fever and he’s been holding his breath, knowing that when he tries to inhale it’ll- It’ll feel like being torn apart- his ribs will burst open and everything inside him will come spilling out-

But-

His vision is starting to go dark around the edges and he- He can feel the reflex building-

Tony reluctantly gasps in the tiniest breath he can and-

 

And it actually works.

His lungs actually fill- It’s agonizing, the cold air like knives against his throat, against his insides as it slips between his fingers still clutched over his chest-

But he manages a tiny inhale, and his vision clears, and he propels himself down the hall.

Tony’s footsteps are disjointed, more stumbling than walking, but he’s moving-

He’s getting closer to the office door.

The photo of him and Ty is still laying on the ground, the glass within the frame cracked right up the middle. Tony steps on it as he passes and the crunch of glass and ice is even more satisfying than he expected.

 

“Anthony-”

That haunting voice sends a fresh wave of shivers through Tony, and he stumbles again.

His heart pounds harder in his chest and he swears his can feel the swiss-cheese surface of it against his palm with every beat.

There are deep grooves in the tile floor from where the chair legs are braced against it, like someone has been pounding on the door from the other side hard enough to make the chair drag in place-

 

“Open the door.”

 

The chair is wedged so tightly against the door that it’s a struggle to get it free- Leaves Tony panting for tiny, careful lungfuls of air-

Sweat freezes in his eyebrow, on the curve of his nose-

He always hated this fucking chair-

 

The heavy chair finally comes free, and Tony lets it fall to the ground with a muffled crash. His quick breaths hang in the air, making it hard to see, but Tony keeps moving.

The doorknob is ice cold beneath his fingers, clinging to his skin-

All he has to do is turn it- Pull the door open-

Ice cracks as he starts to turn the knob, falling away from the metal-

He’s so close now-

But Tony’s strength is failing- Cold air is pouring into Tony’s chest without his hand over the rotting hole, freezing him from the inside-

Moving is so difficult-

 

And there’s ice layered around the door, creaking in protest as Tony tries to yank it open.

He throws his weight into it, feet slipping against the frost-covered tile-

The door begins to crack, cold blue light spilling through-

 

Tony stumbles when the door finally opens, off balance and after the dark of the apartment the light is so bright-

 

His office looks exactly the way it used to, right before he threw out all of his research- Untouched by the frost covering the rest of the apartment, lit by the warm lamp on his desk and absolutely covered in papers- He can’t believe that he forgot about this-

That he managed to make himself forget-

The Soldier is standing beside Tony’s desk, amid all the papers about his own legend, and the sight is-

It’s so familiar-

 

The memories are rushing back to him faster than he can process, the late nights pouring through archives and the endless printing, the dreams-

How many times in the final weeks did Tony see the man standing right there in the dark, or catch a glimpse of the Soldier’s distinct shadow, and just tell himself that he hadn’t? That he must have been imagining things?

Tony isn’t completely convinced that he’s not still imagining this- Clinging to anything as he dies alone-

 

“Hello, Anthony,” The Soldier says in greeting, and his voice is-

It sounds normal. Still low and rough, like the man doesn’t speak often, but it also sounds real in a way it never has before. Like for the first time, Tony isn’t hearing it from the other end of an impossibly long tunnel.

He can’t seem to think of a damn thing to say in return. He’s still struggling just to breathe, his lungs feel wrung out, pressed flat- His heart is weak, stuck through with metal-

Fading-

The Soldier slowly lifts one hand, holding it out to him- the flesh hand-

“You have to come in,” the Soldier says and there’s emotion in his voice now-

But Tony can’t sort it out- His mind is burning-

“You’re so close now, Anthony.”

He wants- He has to move-

 

Tony stumbles forward, grabbing the doorframe to keep himself upright as his legs try to crumble. His muscles are freezing, locking up- His every limb so heavy-

As he passes over the threshold into the office it gets noticeably warmer and Tony can breathe a little deeper, the air doesn’t rip at his lungs quite as sharply-

But it also makes him all the more aware of the fever still raging its way through his veins, trying to burn him alive.

His vision swims and when he stumbles again, tipping forward, it feels like everything inside him is going to come spilling out of his chest -

But Tony doesn’t think to cover the hole in his sternum. Instead he reaches out with both hands, towards the Soldier-

He finds the cold, outstretched fingers and clings, trying to catch himself-

 

The room spins.

 

The edge of his old desk presses into the small of Tony’s back as the Soldier braces him against it, then presses himself against Tony to pin him there- Firm and broad and every inch of the man so cold-

It’s a harsh contrast against Tony’s flushed skin, a relief from the oppressive heat even as it makes Tony whine in discomfort, squirming.

The Soldier’s hand cups his jaw, tipping his head back to meet the man’s eyes, and Tony lets out a breathless sound. The chilling touch is clearing the fevered haze from his mind, enough that he can wonder for the first time if this was a bad fucking idea-

“I’ve been waiting for you,” the Soldier says softly, almost mournfully-

His cold breath washes over Tony’s face, momentarily obscuring Tony’s view of his face-

There are millions of questions running through Tony’s restarting brain, but he doesn’t need to sort through them.

 

“Why?” Tony asks in a rush, his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest, still shredding- shredding-

“You were looking for me,” the Soldier says simply, “looking at me.”

His thumb strokes along Tony’s cheek and then over his parted lips, lingering when Tony’s already unsteady breath hitches. His skin tingles in the wake of the Soldier’s touch, electric and almost painful.

“So I looked back, and I saw you,” The Soldier continues, his voice dropping lower as his thumb dips into Tony’s mouth, "touched by death and so alone, so beautiful. "

Tony’s breath is coming too fast now, speeding up as the Soldier gently tugs his mouth open further. Now that he’s adjusted to the chill of the man pressed against him Tony just wants more- more of that relief from the heat-

His hands find their way to the man’s hips to pull him impossibly closer, their thighs slotting together-

 

"But you ran away," the Soldier says, his voice hardening and his grip tightening on Tony’s jaw.

Tony sucks in a sharp, frigid breath- His heart stuttering in his chest-

“I th’ght-” Tony tries to defend, the words garbled until the Soldier’s thumb slips out of his mouth to rest, wet and cold, against his chin. "I thought I was losing my mind- "

 

But what had really terrified him was what it would mean if he wasn’t-

If he isn’t now-

 

“You- You can’t be real,” Tony says weakly. His hands flex against the Soldier’s waist, unsure if he should let go or not- if he wants to.

The Soldier responds with a laugh, low and rumbling and deadly. He tips Tony’s head further back and leans in until his mask brushes against Tony’s cheek, his breath sending shivers down Tony’s spine.

“I am real,” the Soldier says slowly, like a promise.

It should be a threat, it should be terrifying-

But Tony lets out a sigh of relief. If- At least he isn’t imagining this-

At least he isn’t alone.

 

Tony finds himself relaxing, despite everything, and when he shifts their hips fit together-

“Oh,” Tony gasps-

The Soldier is hard against him, the thick line of his cock obvious even through both of their pants, and Tony’s head spins as a heat floods through him that has nothing to do with the fever.

“Anthony,” the Soldier sighs and his hand leaves Tony’s chin to grab for his thigh instead, hitching it up a little-

And when the Soldier rocks against him the sudden wave of pleasure that rushes through Tony is overpowering, it overrides everything- The heat and the cold and the pain- Even the minor discomfort of the desk jammed into the small of his back is gone-

All he can feel is sharp sparks dancing along his every nerve, overwhelming- Heated arousal pooling in his core and his cock filling so quickly that everything spins-

His head falls forward against the Soldier’s firm, holster-covered shoulder as he pants for air, his hips bucking to meet the steady roll- His hands slide around the man’s waist, up his wide back, mind reeling even though-

 

Tony remembers this-

The feeling of the Soldier’s cold fingers on him- That freezing breath against his skin, making him shiver- oversensitive-

 

“Let me in,” the Soldier whispers, his mask the only thing keeping the words from being spoken directly into Tony’s ear-

Tony groans, shaking harder as his cock throbs- his fingers scrabbling at strong shoulder blades-

His hips continue to buck and he wraps his leg a little higher around the man’s waist-

With all the logic of a dream, Tony finds himself abruptly naked as the Soldier pushes him down flat against the desk, and it is a relief to be out of that uncomfortable fabric, but-

 

But if he’s dreaming- If this isn’t real-

Panic spikes through him, bringing with it the pain-

The papers littering the desk cling to the fever sweat still coating Tony’s skin as he squirms- If this isn’t real-

 

“Are you going to run away again?” the Soldier asks lowly, looming over him as his hands find the insides of Tony’s thighs- pushing them apart-

The touch of those frozen metal fingers makes Tony gasps- his hips jerking again-

His cock bobbing obviously against his stomach-

“Will you leave me alone, again?” The Soldier demands and presses his way between Tony’s spread thighs, shoving them wider-

Tony whines breathlessly, arousal overwhelming him again as the Soldier’s cock slides against his own- still separated by the man’s thick pants-

Dream or not-

 

He wants this to be real.

 

“I won’t,” Tony promises, shaking his head weakly- Grabbing for the Soldier’s hips and pulling him in closer so Tony can grind against him. “I won’t r-run-” he gasps, "I o-opened the door- oh! "

“You did,” The Soldier agrees, the sound practically a purr, his mask rumbling against Tony’s jaw. “Now let me in.”

Tony groans as the man thrusts against him, hands sliding cold and electric up Tony’s sides-

Without thought Tony’s own hands find their way to the man’s belt, undoing it with trembling fingers- Something clatters loudly to the ground as the buckle comes free, but Tony doesn’t care.

He wants-

He shoves the Soldier’s pants down enough that he can free the man’s cock and wrap his hand around it- thick and hard and throbbing in his grip- Slick with precum and still so cold-

The Soldier’s freezing breath is unsteady against his throat and it- it feels real-

Strong hands cup Tony’s jaw, tipping his head up, and the Soldier’s mask brushes his lips as the men shifts-

Tony’s head spins as he hitches his legs higher around the man’s waist and helps to line up his thick cock- Arousal burning through him so hot that he can’t think-

He can’t catch his breath-

 

“Let me in,” the Soldier growls and pushes his hips forward-

Pushes into Tony-

It should hurt. Tony knows it should hurt, but all he feels is-

 

Pressure and pleasure and a deep chill that spreads quickly- deeper-

Soothing the feverish heat that’s been burning Tony alive- somehow without touching the flame of arousal-

“Ohh,” Tony moans as the Soldier’s cock presses deeper, splitting him open and its- its so- “Oh- f-fuck-”

His fingers find the Soldier’s wild hair, holding the man in place as Tony gasps for breath against the mask, lips moving thoughtlessly over the hard material-

The Soldier growls again and starts thrusting into him-

 

Starts fucking him-

 

Pressing deeper with every roll of his hips and making Tony writhe with the contrast of heated pleasure and cold skin- Impossibly good-

"Yes, yes," Tony hisses as everything else is wiped from his mind in the face of the overwhelming sensations- He forgets guilt and fear and pain-

Any stupid worries about reality-

All he knows is the sharp pleasure of the Soldier’s cock moving inside him, hyper aware of every chilled inch as it withdraws and then shoves back into him- rocking Tony against the desk and sending papers fluttering to the ground.

Tony groans and arches, his cock bouncing and leaking against his stomach-

He drags his tongue up the front of the Soldiers mask and then kisses it messily, chasing the taste of the men’s cold breath past the metal polycarb-

The Soldier snarls, the sound echoing, and presses into the contact of Tony’s lips- fucks into him harder as his frozen hand slides from Tony’s jaw down to his chest and Tony-

He wants-

 

“More,” Tony gasps brokenly, clinging to the man as his cock throbs, his gut clenching, “more-”

Ice-cold fingers slide down Tony’s chest- then press into his chest-The touch freezing his lungs-

Tony jerks his chin down as his breath catches, eyes going wide and he-

He actually forgot for a moment-

 

The hole in his chest looks bigger than ever and Tony’s stomach churns-

The edges of it are nearly black, rotting with infection and swollen-

And he’s- he’s so dark inside- dark and red with glimpses of white bone- A pit of raw meat that rises up to meet the Soldier’s fingers- wrapping around them-

The Soldier presses his fingers deeper, thrusting his cock back into Tony at the same time, and Tony half-gags out a moan- Conflicted-

 

Horrified-

 

But the Soldier is still fucking him, deep and perfect and- And pleasure is still rocketing along his nerves-

"Nn- mmm- Ah!" Tony gasps, nearly a sob- his thighs clenching around the man’s waist and despite everything he-

He can’t look away-

There’s a fine layer of frost spreading across his skin from where the Soldier’s fingers sink inside him, wrapping around the blistered edges and spreading deeper- He can feel it against his lungs and deeper- washing away the uncomfortable heat of the internal bleeding and infection-

The shredded edges of his organs-

 

When the Soldier starts pull his fingers free Tony finds himself whining in complaint, shoulders pulling tight to arch his chest up-

Fresh blood slips from empty cavity as he moves and freezes to his skin halfway down his side- Tony hadn’t realized he was so cold-

"Good," the Soldier purrs and rolls his hips forward to shove his cock hard into Tony again- shoves his hand into Tony’s chest up to the knuckles-

Tony cries out raggedly, jerking- his head thrown back-

He remembers-

 

It feels-

 

The Soldier’s hand moves with the same rhythm as his hips, fingers moving deeper with every press- Until Tony can feel them stroking along his heart- That thick cock still spreading him wide and it’s-

So fucking good-

It shouldn’t- The wet sound of fingers moving inside his chest should be revolting- But tension is still building in Tony’s core, he cock swelling and his balls pulling tight- He’s-

“I knew I had to wait for you,” the Soldier says, his voice unearthly again and Tony shakes-

He looks down at the man, struggling to follow the words as the Soldier continues climbing inside him- His blue eyes so dark-

"I felt this," he says and works his hand deeper, cupping Tony’s heart in his icy palm- His cold breath on Tony’s face again-

“Guh-” Tony gasps-

"So broken and brave, so good," the Soldier continues, his voice interspaced with groans and his thrusts disjointed. "I had to have you."

Tony kisses him again, lips moving over the mask- All the times he thought he was alone, that he always would be- That he would die that way-

 

The Soldier was waiting-

 

“I let you in,” Tony sighs and it comes out like a promise- Arching and moaning again as his gut winds tighter- Still sloppily dragging his lips and tongue over the Soldier’s mask-

He’s so-

"Mine," the Solder snarls and squeezes Tony’s heart before releasing it-

He starts working his fingers in Tony’s chest again- Fucking him quicker- Touching him everywhere-

“Fu-uck,” Tony groans as his balls clench, his head falling back again-

He’s so close-

“Anthony,” The Soldier growls, his voice vibrating through the air- through Tony-

"Oh- Ahh-" Tony cries out as he finally tumbles over the edge, clenching around the Soldier’s cock and yanking at his hair-

Writhing-

Twitching-

His heart pounding in the man’s palm and he’s falling-

He’s-

 

~

 

-falling-

 

The back of Tony’s head hits the metal door with a thud that rings in his ears-

He barely registers the rough stone ceiling above him- Or the fact that he’s dressed again-

The Soldier is still pressed against him, hand still buried in Tony’s chest up to the wrist- Cold fingers still curled around Tony’s heart so gently-

 

When his heart beats- so slowly now- Tony can feel it pressing against the man’s palm, filling it- All the bloody edges where the shrapnel pierced it freezing closed.

“Wha-” Tony gasps and jerks in reflex, his feet slipping in the blood pooling beneath him-

His fingers scramble at the smooth metal door behind him and then jump up to the Soldier’s wrist, but-

He’s not sure if he’s trying to pull the man away or just holding on-

 

His heart beats-

 

The Soldier’s other hand slides from Tony’s jaw to the back of his head, cradling and protecting it from the solid door-

Then he tightens his grip on Tony’s heart.

Tony jerks again, crying out ragged and breathless, but his head doesn’t smash against the door.

“Last chance to run,” the Soldier says, low and rumbling and undeniably a threat, but-

But there are so many other emotions in the words, too- Longing and fear and loneliness-

 

His grip is still tightening.

Tony doesn’t need the warning. He knows-

 

His heart beats, weakly-

 

He’s out of time. But he still has things to do-

 

Death has finally found him.

And he’s already opened the door-

 

“Will you let me in?” The Soldier asks for the final time, his voice barely a haunting breath of air.

 

His heart-

 

Tony can’t make a sound to reply, so he nods haltingly- Uses his grip on the Soldier’s wrist to pull the man’s hand a little deeper into into his chest-

Tips his head up to press his lips to the front of the Soldier’s mask-

 

And the cold fingers wrapped around his heart sink in- Easily breaking through the frozen walls of muscle like thin sheets of ice- chambers collapsing into shards until-

 

His heart is-

 

Gone-

[riotwritesthings]

Part 4

WinterIron, E, 4k - Horror, Body Horror, Dubious consent

see blog's pinned post for a list of tags and warnings for the full fic

Hands drag slowly up Tony’s sides, so shockingly cold that it takes his breath away. He can feel the path of each icy finger as they catch against his clothes, sliding around to his chest.

Tony gasps and arches lazily as one hand spreads huge and heavy across his sternum, equal parts comfort and control. Goosebumps break out across skin, his nipples perking up from the chill, and Tony drags in another slow breath just to feel the pressure of the hand over his chest, the drag of his own worn-soft t-shirt.

When Tony leans back he finds a wide, solid chest waiting to catch him. Also so cold, like Ty just came in from outside-

But- Its almost summer-

 

And that isn’t Ty.

The chest is far too wide, more solid than Ty’s even at the height of his gym-phase-

The hand holding him in place is far too broad, suddenly feeling huge across his sternum, cold fingertips barely digging in-

When Tony jerks his gaze down the hand is pale and calloused, unfamiliar.

He gasps and tries to pull away but he can’t, the single hand easily holding him in place.

The other hand moves up to cup the side of his neck, then his jaw, tipping Tony’s head back against the stranger’s strong chest.

Tony pants for air, the sharp cold of the hands against his skin stealing his breath. His heavy limbs refuse to move and all Tony can do is blink dumbly at the cluttered wall of his office, trying to figure out how-

Who-

 

The stranger’s fingers continue sliding along his jaw, so much colder than the rest of the man, making Tony’s skin tingle like they’re made of ice-

His wide palm curls under Tony’s chin, fingers framing his jaw, and when one freezing fingertip traces the line of his lower lip Tony’s breath catches. He’s sure the stranger can feel the frantic pounding of his heart in the palm still spread over his chest-

“Anthony-”

The word rumbles along his every nerve and something about the sound of his full name, which he usually hates, in that low, haunting voice makes Tony’s gut clench. A shudder that has nothing to do with the cold runs through him, and his mouth falls open with a breathless sound.

The familiarity in the voice, the way it curls around his name- It throws Tony more off balance than anything else and suddenly he doesn’t care how the man got into his apartment, or why, just-

“Who-” he starts to ask, desperate to know, but he’s cut off by two thick, cold fingers sliding past his parted lips.

Tony isn’t sure if he’s more shocked by the abrupt motion, or by the shivering moan that bursts out of his chest.

The man’s fingers curl against his tongue, making him drool and clinging to his skin like ice but they taste like- Like metal and gunpowder, like-

“Anthony,” the man says again as his right hand starts to slowly slide down Tony’s chest. His breath is so cold as it washes over the side of Tony’s throat, and another shiver runs down Tony’s spine. "So warm, " the man says, the words barely more than a breathy sigh that makes Tony shake.

It’s no wonder he thinks Tony is warm, when the man is fucking freezing-

Tony’s tongue is going numb from the press and drag of the man’s fingers and even his spit is ice cold, freezing him from the inside out as he reflexively swallows. His hitching breaths feel cold in his lungs, but somehow none of it cancels out the confusing knot of heat in Tony’s gut.

The man’s other hand is still sliding down his stomach, fingers splayed wide, leaving trails of shivers in its wake. Tony’s muscles twitch beneath the pressure, perfectly firm, and he can’t help arching back against the stranger.

One finger slips beneath Tony’s shirt, chilling his skin, barely brushing against the hemline of his sweats-

Tony abruptly becomes aware that his cock is so fucking hard, twitching in anticipation, and when he lets out a startled moan the sound is wet and garbled around the man’s fingers.

“Let me in, Anthony,” the man says softly as his fingertips dip beneath Tony’s sweats, his fingers pressing deeper into Tony’s mouth-

Drool spills past Tony’s lower lip, running cold down his chin as he groans again and his hips jerk, fear and arousal warring inside him. There’s a ringing in his ears that gets steadily louder as he pants for air, shaking in place.

He grabs for the man’s wrists, suddenly remembering that he can move his own hands, but he can’t seem to find the strength to actually pull the stranger away-

Like part of him doesn’t want to-

But-

 

A bright light suddenly pierces Tony’s eyes, making him jump-

 

He jolts upright in his chair, half-awake and blinking in confusion as he tries to figure out what the hell is going on. He fell asleep slumped over his desk again- he was dreaming and the ringing isn’t coming from inside his head, it’s his private line-

And the bright shaft of light that woke him up is coming from the hall, through the half-open door.

Ty is backlit as he stands in the doorway, one hand still on the knob, and Tony can’t make out his expression, but he doesn’t need to. The angry set of Ty’s shoulders tells him everything he needs to know.

“Answer your damn phone,” Ty snaps and then slams the door shut, leaving Tony alone in the dark again.

Tony blinks, still trying to fully wake up, and reaches up to grab the newspaper clipping that’s stuck to his cheek.

Some of the ink is starting to smear, apparently he was drooling in his sleep, and Tony winces as he carefully smoothes it out on his desk.

His dream is coming back to him in bits and pieces, confusing and disconnected, but what he is sure of is that his cock is still fully hard in his sweats. Tony stares down at his own lap, considering, and then jumps when the phone rings again.

He scrambles to answer it before Ty can come bursting back in, and his voice is hoarse when he says, “Hello?”

“Did I wake you?” Obi asks, amused, “it’s not that late yet, are you finally taking a break from the all-nighters?”

Tony clears his throat and does his best to sound normal as he replies, “Just taking a little power nap before I stay up for the next three months straight, no big deal.”

Obi is quiet for a moment, thoughtful. Tony hurriedly uses his free hand to smooth down his wild hair, like that’ll somehow convince the man everything is just fine despite the fact that Obi can’t even see him.

He’s pretty sure Ty followed through on his threat to tell Obi if Tony doesn’t get his shit together, and Tony tries to prepare himself for the upcoming lecture-

“Have you thought about what we talked about last time I was in town?” Obi asks carefully.

Oh. It’s the other topic that Tony doesn’t want to talk about.

"I’m not- I’m not ready," he says, trying to keep all of the emotion out of his voice because he doesn’t know what will leak through if he doesn’t. Probably exhaustion and frustration and fear.

Obi pauses again before saying, “You know I don’t mind taking care of things in the meantime, Tony, but sooner rather than later Stark Industries is going to need that Stark brain.”

“You mean Howard’s brain,” Tony grits out, shoving his fingers through his hair despite the fact that he just fixed it. “But I’m- What if I’m not- If I can’t-”

“Tony,” Obi interrupts gently, “Tony my boy, I know you’ll be great.”

It’s a nice thought, just like the rest of the reassuring speel that Obi launches into, but when they hang up Tony doesn’t feel any better.

If anything he feels worse, the pressure weighing even more heavily on his shoulders. The gaps of time between Obi asking if maybe he’s ready to take over SI are getting shorter, and Tony knows that at some point he’ll have to step into that role.

But fuck, the thought of trying to fill those shoes- Of even living up to the shadow Howard has cast over him his whole life-

Tony sighs and turns on the desk lamp before leaning back in his chair, staring up at the mess of printouts and news clippings that cover the wall.

His latest distraction. His escape.

He’s a little surprised Obi hadn’t brought it up, and he can only assume Ty’s dislike of the man won out over his need to recruit help in ‘getting Tony’s head on straight.’ That or Ty just couldn’t be bothered, which is probably a bad sign for their relationship, but Tony can’t bring himself to care.

So what if he’s been spending most of his time lately lost in fantastical stories and legends? It’s way easier to deal with than his real life.

Although, as much as he hates to admit it Ty might have a point about him being too obsessed, if Tony is now having sex dreams about an urban legend.

At least talking to Obi took care of that little problem, and Tony doesn’t have to face the prospect of jerking off to an urban legend. An urban legend who is also a murderous assassin, not even something normal like BigFoot or MothMan.

Despite that, he doesn’t try to stop himself as his eyes start wandering over the most recent forum posts he’d printed out and stuck up on the wall.

He wishes there was someone he could tell about this crazy new conspiracy angle he’s been putting together. Ty definitely doesn’t want to hear about it, and if he calls Rhodey with more Cold Death talk his sourpatch is just going to start asking if he’s okay again. Or worse, bring up therapy again.

Even Ben, who’d been all-too excited to tell him the story in the first place, had given Tony an odd look and make a quick excuse to leave the last time Tony had run into him on campus and tried to bring it up. Which was weird and rude.

And it’s really too bad, because Tony would love to get someone else’s opinion on the theory that actually, if you dig into the Winter Soldier’s supposed victims after a certain point, they’re all connected to their own crimes and conspiracy theories and maybe the deadly legend is more of a deranged vigilante.

It’s a very fun theory, especially once Tony started digging and realized a lot of it is true. Not that all of these people were actually taken out by a shadowy ice man, obviously, but that most or all of them were corrupt in some way. Whoever came up with the theory obviously did a ton of research, and Tony has to admire the commitment to the bit.

The whole thing makes sense for the rest of the story, too. A tortured soldier turned brainwashed assassin who eventually broke free and became a shadow of death when his creators tried to kill him, of course he would start targeting people associated with anything shady like the super secret organization that made him.

It’s just- interesting.

Tony can admit to himself, while he’s still half-asleep and feeling introspective, that part of his fascination probably stems from jealousy. The idea of wandering the world that freely, all of his decisions wholly his own- To be that invisible, that unknown-

Hell, half the country has known Tony’s eye color and anything else they could want since the moment he was born, but a world-wide forum can’t even agree on how many arms the Winter Soldier has. People seem pretty split on whether he lost an arm during whatever failed mission ended with him captured, and then even more split on whether the scientists gave him a replacement and if so, whether it was some crazy creation of science, magic, or both.

Apparently Tony is on team ‘two arms’, because there had definitely been two hands on him in that dream-

Tony shifts in his chair as heat tries to flare back to life in his gut, his cock twitching halfheartedly is his sweets.

It had felt so real, Tony swears he can still feel the chill of the man’s breath on his neck, he still has goosebumps for fuck’s sake. And the feeling of those fingers is lingering on his tongue, the taste of steel and cold, like metal wrapped in ice-

And why not? Supposedly the scientists tried to flash-freeze their rebelling weapon when they couldn’t find any other way to stop him, and there’s usually inexplicable frost damage found near the Cold Death’s victims, if not on the bodies themselves. Ice and cold are big pasts of the legend, it’s in the name after all, so why shouldn’t the ghost have an arm made of frosted-over metal?

Tony shoves himself to his feet, finally turning his attention away from his ‘wall of crazy’, as Ty calls it.

The apartment is empty when he leaves his office, and he doesn’t bother wondering where Ty has disappeared to now. He just shoves his feet into his shoes and checks to make sure the library hasn’t quite closed yet before heading out the door.

He has to post this theory to the forum, it’s going to be such a hit.

 

~

 

Tony coughs himself awake.

 

His chest burns, aches, and with every cough it feels like something is going to break. Like his punctured sternum might just split in half. His ribs will fracture from the pressure and pierce out through his skin- Tear him apart from the inside out-

The taste of blood and worse linger in the back of his throat- Bitter and metallic.

Once the coughing fades Tony is left taking shallow, wheezing gasps that don’t accomplish much.

Shadows move across the ceiling. He doesn’t try to identify them.

The scent of rot is thick, hanging heavy in the stale air. Tony has a terrible feeling that it’s coming from him-

 

Yinsen’s fingers move over his forehead, gently brushing the sweaty hair away from his skin as the man quietly murmurs something. Tony doesn’t understand the words, but they’re warm and calming- Comforting.

Tony chokes on a sudden knot of emotion caught in his throat. For a split second he’s a child again, Jarvis sitting at his bedside as he sweats out a fever.

So few people have actually given enough of a damn to take care of him like this-

As he quickly tries to blink away the gathering tears, a glass of water appears in his line of sight. It spins slowly along with the rest of the cave, and Tony waves it away with a weak twitch of his fingers.

“Stark,” Yinsen says and then trails off. There’s an edge is his voice that’s more than concern.

Grim, resigned- Trying to hide it.

Tony knows that tone all-too well.

The shadows on the ceiling bleed together and solidify into the shape of a hand- Still reaching towards him.

He’s running out of time.

 

“He-Help,” Tony croaks out, ignoring the tearing pain all along his dry throat, “help me u-up.”

With effort he gets his swimming vision to settle on Yinsen's face, on his stricken expression. Something moves in the darkness over the man’s shoulder, but Tony ignores that too.

“Stark, you shouldn’t-” Yinsen protests, a tremble in his voice.

Tony lifts his whole hand to cut him off this time. He isn’t sure how he manages it- He can barely feel his hand.

“Up,” Tony repeats firmly. He wishes he had the air for full sentences.

When he flails his hand a little Yinsen takes it.

“Why?” Yinsen asks even as he carefully helps Tony sit up on the cot, making sure the battery wires don’t get yanked. “You should be resting, what are you-?”

Tony doesn’t try to answer while he’s moving, but he’s sure they both know that resting isn’t going to help much-

Not at this point.

As he gets fully upright the magnet set into his chest shifts with a wet, squelching noise- Like it’s trying to fall out before the strands of skin that haven’t rotted away catch it, pulling tight.

He winces at the sound, but it doesn’t hurt, really. Tony can’t feel it past the constant, burning agony that’s throbbing steadily through his entire body. His skin is coated in a cold sweat and the warmth of the fresh blood running down his stomach feels nice.

One way or another, he knows that he doesn’t have much time left.

And he can’t get much worse without hitting that time limit anyways.

 

Tony drags in the deepest breath he can stand and tries to swallow down the taste of bile.

“I-” He forces out, his voice a weak rasp, “I t-thought of- something- better t-than- makin’ weapons.”

And he can’t keep lying here, having dreams that feel all too real- He can’t keep letting the strange voice and shadow follow him into real life.

After a short pause, Yinsen says, “Well then, we had better get to work while we can."

Tony wants to tell Yinsen that he might have more time, if he has any say in it. But he doesn’t have the air to get the words out.

And he can’t actually make that promise.

 

So Tony focuses his gaze on the nearest worktable, and thankfully doesn’t have to force out any more words. Yinsen helps him shakily to his feet without further protest.

The work is slow, when Tony has to keep stopping to wait for his vision to quit spinning. Every time he has to rasp out a request for a tool or part he gets a little light headed, but he doesn’t stop.

Every now and then, Tony swears he feels ice-cold fingertips drag down the back of his neck, sending shivers along his spine-

He tells himself he’s imagining it.

Hours later, Yinsen says, “That doesn’t look like a missile.”

 

“Re-Respirator,” Tony croaks in explanation, holding up the box. Just big enough to cover a nose and mouth.

Yinsen’s eyebrows lift in understanding, then furrow in concern. When he opens his mouth Tony cuts him off- There’s no time to argue.

“Now w-we-”

“I can make a gas canister,” Yinsen interrupts with a weak attempt at a smile, “I took basic chemistry, too. You start on a second respirator.”

It’s more of an argument than Tony wanted, but he’ll take it.

As Yinsen turns his attention to another worktable, moving quickly, Tony pulls more scraps of weapons towards himself. Moving much more slowly as he dismantles his life’s work.

Everything is going dark around the edges, but the first respirator is done. If he needs to rest while Yinsen works, that’s fine.

He just needs to last a little bit longer-

Another shiver runs down his spine.

 

~

 

When Tony opens his eyes to find himself back in his old apartment again, the fear floods through him instantly.

He’s standing right in front of the closed door to his office.

His hand is on the doorknob. It’s icy to the touch, clinging to his skin when he tries to flinch away-

 

He has to rip his hand away with so much force that it sends him stumbling backwards. He clenches his fist so he won’t have to check and see if the stinging throb in his palm is from the skin actually being torn away.

The thin line of light from under the door is impossibly bright now, bathing the hallway in a strange, cold blue glow.

Tony’s quick, panicked breaths hang in the air like smoke.

Why does he keep finding himself here?

Why does he feel like he should remember-

 

“Anthony-”

The voice has him flinching back further as short flashes of memory come crashing over him.

Oh, right, fuck-

 

The Soldier-

 

Tony knows the- the thing is standing right on the other side of the door, he can see the breaks in the light.

But this can’t be real-

It never could have been real-

Tony tries to stumble further away but his movements are slow, weighted. Like he’s moving through quicksand-

Or fighting his way through a mountain of heavy, unpacked snow.

“Open the door, Anthony,” the Soldier demands and the low voice vibrates through the entire apartment.

It shakes the picture frame off the wall with a clatter of glass and makes the kitchen cabinets rattle in place.

Tony has already taken a step towards the door before he realizes what he’s doing, like the voice is physically pulling him in.

Again-

 

He can’t stop himself. Tony’s feet are still moving forward with slow, shuffling steps even as he looks around in panic.

He’s passing the open doorway to Ty’s office, and maybe-

It takes all of his effect, but Tony manages to throw himself to the side, into Ty’s office. He stumbles as the spell of that hypnotic voice abruptly breaks, momentarily thrown off balance.

Then he grabs the stupid, uncomfortable and heavy old dining chair that Ty loved.

 

When he steps back into the hallway he can feel the difference in temperature, the sharp chill hanging in the air-

And he can feel the spell starting to fall over him again as the voice says, “Come back in, Anthony.”

A shudder runs through Tony that has nothing to do with the cold.

He can’t-

 

He can’t go back in there. If he does he’ll remember- He’ll have to face-

 

“Open the door.”

He just needs a little more time.

Tony shoves the heavy chair in front of the door, wedging the feet against the floor and the intricately caved back against the doorknob.

Hopefully stopping anyone from opening it, namely him.

"Anthony-" The Soldier snarls and Tony can’t stop a terrified noise from slipping out of him as the entire world shakes.

He’s not supposed to be real-

So how does he know Tony’s name-

 

Part of Tony knows the answer, knows why he keeps having this dream- Why a ghost story knows his name-

Why he can’t go through that door again-

There’s a loud pounding in Tony’s ears as he turns to grab more chairs, the coffee table from the living room, anything-

“Come back,” the Soldier says again and he still sounds angry but- There’s an undercurrent of something else in the echoing voice now.

Tony doesn’t want to figure it out.

The pounding in Tony’s head is getting louder, until his skull throbs with it-

His next inhale is agonizing, like his lungs are shredding themselves from the inside as they expand- Like his ribs are collapsing and strangling everything inside him-

It feels like his chest is filling with water even as it splits open, water or something thicker-

 

He stumbles as he moves towards the kitchen, suddenly lightheaded.

The pounding is getting louder and it almost sounds like angry voices, like thundering footsteps-

“Anthony,” the Soldier says, still with that strange tone.

Almost like a warning-

Like concern-

 

The light from under the door is getting brighter, blinding.

Tony lifts one hand to shield his eyes, then cries out when the motion has the muscles of his chest pulling and fresh, burning pain momentarily overwhelms everything.

The voices get louder, pounding, and Tony is falling now, he must have lost his balance-

[riotwritesthings]

Post-ultron secret relationship winteriron. With teeth.

I still need to write a fic with biting

Like. A LOT of biting

Our friends and family are concerned, levels of biting

[riotwritesthings]

Teeth marks on a ring finger type of biting

I still need to write a fic with biting

Like. A LOT of biting

Our friends and family are concerned, levels of biting

[riotwritesthings]

I still need to write a fic with biting

Like. A LOT of biting

Our friends and family are concerned, levels of biting

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Part 3

WinterIron, E, 2.8k - Horror, Body Horror, Brief torture

see blog's pinned post for a list of tags and warnings for the full fic

"What the fuck?"

“What?” Tony asks distractedly, not looking up from carefully highlighting a line in one of the many books spread across the small table.

“Tony," Ty snaps and Tony’s head jerks up, finally registering the anger in his boyfriend’s voice.

“What?” Tony asks again, shoulders hunching defensively and his free hand absently searching for his drink.

"The point of having our own offices is that you don’t spread your shit everywhere," Ty says, motioning pointedly at the books and loose graph paper all over the kitchen.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to- I’ll get it all cleaned up by tonight,” Tony promises. He finishes off his glass of whiskey and resists the urge to glance down at his textbook again, knowing that breaking eye contact will just make Ty angrier.

“Why are you not in your office?” Ty demands, continuing to stare at him, unimpressed. He’s straightening one of his big gaudy cufflinks-

“Are you going somewhere?” Tony asks, belatedly noticing that Ty is wearing an expensive suit, rather than his usual Tuesday night expensive sweats.

"We are supposed to be going to my professor’s for dinner, but I guess you’re standing me up again," Ty says flatly, and Tony winces.

“Oh, fuck, sorry,” Tony says quickly, his stomach dropping and twisting with guilt.

He looks between the clock and his own rumpled, sleep-depraved and pajama-clad form. Ty’s right, there’s no way Tony can make himself presentable before it's time to leave, plus-

“I - I’m really behind on this,” Tony says regretfully, tipping his chin down at the book on the table.

He starts to lift his glass again before remembering that it’s empty, and he starts subtly trying to look around for the bottle instead.

"Yeah, because you’ve been spending all your time obsessing over some stupid story," Ty snaps, tugging at the lapels of his jacket a little harder than necessary.

“You’re the one who told me to get a hobby that doesn’t involve robots,” Tony points out automatically, even though he knows it doesn’t do any good to snap at Ty when he’s in this kind of mood.

Sure enough, Ty turns away from checking himself out in the mirror by the front door to glare at Tony as he says, “I clearly didn’t mean getting obsessed with some stupid old urban legend about an ice army-”

“Winter Soldier-”

“Whatever,” Ty snaps with an impatient wave of his hand, keys jangling loudly in his tight grip. "I’ll go by myself, again, but I can’t help noticing that you always seem to have time for ‘Uncle Obie,’" He adds snidely, practically spitting out the name.

"That’s different," Tony snaps, shoving himself to his feet as his chest clenches painfully. He’s already so sick of this fight. "Obie is all I- He’s family," Tony grits out angrily, “not some snotty professor that you’re trying to impress.”

Ty’s expression darkens, and Tony swallows hard.

"I’m making connections," Ty argues for what must be the third time, “just because all you care about lately is getting drunk and chasing some damn ghost story-”

“That- That’s not true,” Tony interrupts, but his voice loses strength by the end because, well, it kind of is.

He has been falling behind on school assignments and missing social events lately, ever since-

And maybe he’s been drinking more lately, but Ty doesn’t have a whole lot of room to judge on that front.

It’s not like Tony doesn’t have a reason for all of it. A reason that has nothing to do with an urban legend.

Mostly nothing.

Ty shakes his head with a short, frustrated sound and says, "Just- clean this shit up before I get home. And use your fucking office."

The front door slams behind him.

Tony lets out a slow breath, left alone with the radio playing quietly in the living room.

It takes him a while to get back into the schematic he’s working on, and by the time he calls it a night he hasn’t accomplished nearly as much as he wanted to.

But he has located and finished off the bottle of whiskey.

He gathers up all of his 'shit’ that’s managed to spread itself around the kitchen and carelessly dumps it onto the already-overloaded desk in his office.

Then he pulls the office door firmly closed behind him and sprawls out on the couch to call Rhodey and pout.

"Okay, but when you say you ‘failed’ the test," Rhodey prompts once Tony has moved on from complaining about Ty to complaining about school.

"I mean I got a B," Tony groans miserably, flopping sideways on the couch.

“That’s not failing,” Rhodey protests with a huff, “in what world is that failing? The only person who would call that failing is-”

He cuts himself off with an audible click of teeth, and it’s been equal parts heartbreaking and endearing watching Rhodey try to navigate around his dislike of Howard since-

Since December.

“You’re too damn hard on yourself, is my point,” Rhodey finishes, like he hadn’t paused at all, and Tony loves him for it. "I still think you should take a break," he adds, voice softer with worry, and unfortunately Tony loves him for that, too.

“I told you platypus, I need to be doing something,” Tony reminds him, trying his best to sound okay. “Something that isn’t just sitting around that house or- or partying my way around the world.”

“I’m sure you’re still doing plenty of partying,” Rhodey teases lightly, officially letting him off the hook for now.

“Well, I am in college.”

“Yeah yeah, just tell your boyfriend to take care of you, alright?”

“I will,” Tony promises, even though he probably won’t, and then pointedly changes the topic to the latest book he’s been trying to get Rhodey to read.

After books, they talk about Rhodey’s new girlfriend, who sounds too cool for him, and then Tony spends a while poking for top-secret information just to see if he can get any.

By the time he gets off the phone, Ty still isn’t back.

Tony hesitates in the hallway for a second, then turns toward his office instead of heading into the bedroom.

~

Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, Tony drags himself upright.

The shitty cot creaks beneath him and he shivers harder as the blankets piled on him fall away. Cold air tears at his throat-

 

Everything fades in and out.

 

He doesn’t stop.

Finally, finally, he can prop himself up against the cold stone wall.

It was probably a bad idea to move. His chest feels like it’s on fire, but-

 

He couldn’t just lie there anymore.

Staring at the ceiling- struggling to breathe-

At least now he can see around his small cell.

He’s alone again, as far as he can tell. The lights are off.

He has to work up the nerve to tip his chin down.

 

It’s only the second time he’s actually looked at the thick bandages wrapped around his chest- At the bright spots of fresh crimson and dark streaks of old, dried blood.

The sight of the- the wires emerging from between the layers of fabric makes his empty stomach churn-

 

Tony tips his head back- tearing his gaze away-

His eyes burn beneath his clenched lids, but he’s pretty sure he’s out of tears.

He has to take shallow, hitching breaths until he stops tasting bile- his throat painfully dry-

 

When he finally opens his eyes again he doesn’t let himself look down- At his chest, or at the battery he’s connected to-

 

Instead he looks around at his cell. At least, what he can see of it in the dark.

He hasn’t really bothered to take inventory until now.

These are worktables scattered with tools that he can’t identify at the moment. Crates with labels that he can’t read. Lots of stone wall and a solid steel door-

Tony knows what he should be doing, what he needs to be doing.

Getting up, checking what he has access to and making a plan-

 

But he’s stuck on the ‘getting up’ part.

Even the thought makes every inch of him throb with pain. Makes his breath wheeze a little louder on the way out.

Maybe if he can just make it to the closest table-

 

Something moves in the corner of his vision.

 

Tony whips his head to the left, then grits his teeth and blinks through it while his vision swims.

All he sees is the dark of the cave. Layers of shadows on shadows without any hint of motion.

His heart beats painfully in his chest as he squints, making sure-

 

He’s still alone.

When he slowly lets out the breath he’s been holding, it hangs in the air for a moment as a thin fog.

Tony feels his eyebrows furrow. It’s not that cold in here, right? He would feel it-

Wouldn’t he?

 

Movement.

He knows he saw it that time.

He stares, ignoring the clouds of his own breath, until he sees it again.

One of the countless shadows that fill the cell is moving.

 

It’s not Tony’s.

There’s no one else here.

 

But the shadow continues to move and it’s the clearly defined shape of a person. Broad shoulders and thick arms-

 

So there must be someone-

The rational part of Tony’s mind scrambles. Watching the shadow slide over a shelf and behind a table- Trying to figure out- if there was someone to cast it-

Where-?

 

Threat, his animal brain screams at him, threat, run-

But he can’t run, he can’t move-

He can only take shallow, rasping breaths as something moves through the cell-

Getting closer.

His chest screams in agony as his breathing gets faster. The bandages feel wet against his skin.

Even with his vision starting to blur, Tony tries to keep an eye on the shadow and the nothing casting it-

 

Until suddenly it’s not nothing.

The shadow passes behind a column of stone, and a figure emerges from the other side.

Solid-

Real-

 

Tony’s heart lodges itself in his throat, limbs going numb with panic.

He blinks rapidly, sure that he’s seeing things-

The man is still there.

Thick with muscle like the shadow implied. Dressed all in black. Shoulder-length hair falling forward and obscuring his face.

Still moving closer.

 

Something about him is almost familiar-

Some old memory is trying to make itself known, but his brain has come to a screeching halt and Tony can’t even try to piece it together.

 

This man doesn’t belong here.

He’s not dressed for the desert, for the cave. Tight black clothing, almost armor, tactical-

A soldier-

Tony doesn’t know where the thought comes from. The man isn’t wearing any kind of fatigues- But-

 

He’s still moving closer with slow, even steps.

Threat-

Tony can feel the shrapnel working its way deeper in time with his frantic pulse. His panicked breaths still hang in the air.

The cot rattles beneath him with how hard he’s shaking.

 

This- It can’t be real, right?

His brain is trying to insist that this isn’t real but-

The man is still approaching. Tony can see glimpses of pale skin above the mask that covers most of his face.

Tony can almost see his eyes-

 

“Anthony,” the man says, and Tony’s heart stops.

His voice is low, slightly muffled by the mask. But even the single word echoes oddly off the stone walls. Ringing- Haunting.

This isn’t real. It’s not-

”Anthony-“ The man says again.

A cloud of cold air accompanies the word, escaping from beneath his mask and rolling down his chest- Pooling around his feet like fog.

 

Tony’s brain is screaming that this can’t be real, but he can feel the sharp chill of the fog as it rolls closer, as the man-

The soldier-

-starts to reach for him-

 

Tony chokes out a terrified noise as his vision narrows on the soldier’s hand-

A strange silver color that gleams blue even in the low light-

It stretches all the way up his arm- To his shoulder-

Tony can feel the cold coming off the outstretched fingers- Like they’re made of ice-

 

Yinsen’s voice runs through his head.

“Do not take his hand-”

 

Tony flinches back, sucking in a sharp breath-

Only to cry out in pain when pressing himself back against the uneven stone wall has his spine arching, shoulders pulling back-

He hears something in his chest tear-

 

Blinding agony rips through him, whiting out everything else.

He can’t- His lungs feel hot and wet and he-

He can’t breathe-

 

The soldier’s approaching hand is just a blur.

He can’t-

 

~

 

Tony opens his eyes to find that he’s back in his old apartment.

It’s dark and silent again.

It hurts when he breathes and Tony doesn’t remember-

 

He doesn’t know why.

 

He doesn’t know why he’s dreaming about this place.

Why he keeps dreaming about it.

He’s standing in the hallway again, staring at the door of his office.

It’s the only closed door.

He can see a dim light through the crack at the bottom of the door, like he left his desk lamp on again-

 

“Anthony-” The familiar, haunting voice drifts through the closed door. “Open the door, Anthony.”

Tony’s breath freezes in his lungs. He tries to back away, but his feet won’t move- They’re too heavy-

 

No one should be in his office. Even Ty never went in there, especially toward the end-

 

“I’m waiting, Anthony.”

 

There’s a cold terror working its way up Tony’s spine and it- It feels familiar.

Like he’s stood here before. Listening to this same, strangely hypnotic voice-

Struggling to resist it.

Tony’s breath is coming too fast and it still hurts-

He’s shaking and he doesn’t know if it’s fear or the quickly dropping temperature.

That’s not good, Ty likes it warm-

 

"Anthony," The voice repeats, breaking into his thoughts.

Tony jolts- flinching-

He still can’t move, his legs stuck in place- More than heavy, like they’re fused to the floor-

 

A shadow breaks the line of light beneath the door. And then another.

Two feet. Stepping up to the door and then stopping. Facing it.

Waiting.

“Open the door,” the voice demands again, right on the other side of the thin wood.

The impatience is obvious but there’s also a desperation in the voice that has Tony tipping forward against his will.

 

He realizes that his feet are free again only when one of them slides towards the end of the hall, towards the closed door.

Tony tries to stop himself, but he can’t-

His feet continue moving without thought- Taking him closer-

 

The hallway is still getting colder.

Tony puts his hand out and catches the doorframe of the bedroom, yanking himself to an abrupt stop.

His rapid breaths hang around him like a fog and the air tastes strange, like rust and dirt-

 

Sand-

 

His legs are shaking so hard that he’s sure they’re going to collapse at any second-

“Come back in, Anthony,” the voice says, practically pleading now and something about it tugs at the hollow pit in Tony’s chest-

 

What-

 

His hand goes limp, slides away from the doorframe and then Tony is drifting again.

Helpless against the pull of that rough, dark voice.

He’s almost close enough to reach out and touch the doorknob- His hand is starting to lift-

 

A sharp sting spreading across his scalp has him stopping short, a startled gasp burning his lungs.

The pain of it feels-

 

Real.

 

More real than the hallway- the memory-

 

The apartment is fading around him. The closed door slides away into the gray distance as Tony is pulled backwards and he-

He doesn’t want to go.

 

He reaches for the doorknob, but it’s too late.

It’s out of reach.

 

“Anthony,” the voice says and it still sounds so close-

It sounds real-

 

“How much longer will you make me wait?”

 

~

 

The water is gritty in his eyes.

In his nose, and his mouth.

In his torn, scorched lungs-

 

The fingers in his hair tighter, then roughly haul Tony upright.

He gasps when his head is pulled out of the bucket. When he coughs up water it tastes like rust and sand, makes his chest scream in pain as the metal shifts.

The water dripping down his face is cold, but there’s a warmth slowly running down from his sternum.

Tony blinks against the bright lights focused on him.

Where-

 

Right.

 

The leader of the Ten Rings steps between him and the light.

“Awake now?” The man sneers while Tony continues blinking, struggling to focus.

Tony isn’t sure that he is.

The man doesn’t wait for an answer.

“No more resting,” he says sharply, "no more wait."

The familiarity of the word makes Tony flinch, a chill running down his spine that has nothing to do with the cold water.

Tony thinks he hears Yinsen’s voice somewhere off to the side, quick and worried- But he can’t be sure-

“Again,” the leader says.

The fingers in Tony’s hair tighten, shove him down-

He thinks he sees the shadow of a hand amid the chaos, reaching out-

 

Then the water.

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Part 2

WinterIron, E, 1.6k - Horror, Body Horror, Injury, Breif casual drug and alcohol use

see pinned post for a list of tags and warnings for the full fic

“Bullshit,” Ty says with a snort. When he shakes his head his entire body sways slightly, giving away how drunk he is.

“Of course it’s bullshit,” Tony shoots back, leaning into Ty’s side to steal the large vodka bottle from his hand. "You don’t stay up all night reading about Mothman because you think it’s real, you do it because it’s interesting.”

“No, you do that,” Ty says, rolling his eyes.

The party is still raging around them, their apartment completely filled to the brim with people, and at Tony’s last count it’s a pretty even mix of friends and people they don’t know. Or maybe Ty does know them, it’s hard to keep track lately.

People cheer loudly in the kitchen, pulling Ty’s attention away, and his arm falls from around Tony’s shoulders as he leans halfway over the back of the couch to see the commotion. Tony’s attention stays fixed on the young man sitting on the coffee table.

Tony thinks his name is Josh, and that they have a class or two together. It would probably be easier to remember if Tony didn’t attend all of his classes drunk, but hey, he’s still passing everything with perfect scores.

And who’s going to yell at him about it, anymore?

After shaking his head to clear it, and then waiting a second for the room to stop spinning, Tony says, “Okay, go, I love an urban legend.”

“It’s more of a ghost story,” Maybe-Josh says with a wide grin, obviously thrilled to have someone willing to listen to this topic. “And it starts during World War II, with a mission behind enemy lines-”

At some point Ty gets up from the couch, leaving him with the vodka, but Tony barely notices. He’s far more interested in the admittedly grisly tale of a soldier who fell in battle only to be captured, tortured, turned into a weapon.

"His real name was lost, so he collected lots of new names over the years, but most called him The Winter Soldier," Josh says, perfectly dramatic even though his attention is split between the story and rolling a joint on top of the textbook in his lap.

"Very cool," Tony says, slurring just a little, "great name, way better than th’ Jersey Devil."

Josh nods emphatically, loose bits of weed stuck to his lower lip, and says, “Or the Dover Demon. So-“

From there the story dissolves into rumors, pieces of rumors, and borderline conspiracy theories. Tony listens to all of it avidly, even when he runs out of liquor and the party starts to empty out around them. He hasn’t seen Ty in at least on hour, but he must be around here somewhere-

As the conspiracies get more wild, Tony quickly forgets to wonder about Ty’s whereabouts.

“Ok, bullshit that he killed JFK,” Tony protests with a huff of laughter, then coughs out a cloud of smoke and hands the joint back to Maybe-Josh, now sitting beside him on the couch.

Or maybe it was Justin.

“My cousin swears it,” Maybe-Justin protests, like that means anything. “But eventually, the mad scientists or whoever started losing control of him, right?”

"Obviously they did,” Tony says gleefully, leaning forward to grab an abandoned drink from the coffee table, “did they respond by trying and failing to kill their creation, thus ironically making him more powerful than ever?”

“You have heard this one before,” Josh-Justin says with a lazy, stoned grin. "So, these days-“

By the time the party ends and Tony is pouring himself into bed, he doesn’t actually remember what the frozen, ghost-like soldier is up to now, but it was entertaining as hell, and that’s all that really matters.

"Did you have fun with Ben?" Ty asks dryly as he walks into the bedroom, his shoulder bouncing off the doorframe and really ruining the huffy attitude he’s clearly going for.

“Who?” Tony asks, squinting up at him, “Do you mean Justin-Josh?”

"His name was Ben," Ty says with a roll of his eyes. He drops onto the bed heavily, making Tony bounce in place, then props himself up on one elbow and fixes Tony with a narrow-eyed look as he adds, “I’m surprised you don’t know that. Considering the way you were hanging all over him for most of the night, after all.”

“You know me, I’m a whore for a terrible story,” Tony says easily, all too used to riding out Ty’s jealous fits, “and this one had everything. Absurd science, inexplicable murder, nazis, and most importantly, an awesome name.” He lifts his hands like he’s framing the words as he finishes, “The Cold Death."

“You and anything death lately,” Ty mutters, under his breath but still plenty loud enough for Tony to hear.

“Yeah, I wonder how that could have started,” Tony mutters back pointedly, glad that he’s too drunk to really be offended. Or hurt.

“Well, maybe your new boyfriend wants to hear all about it for the millionth time,” Ty says as he rolls over onto his back, crossing his arms over his chest.

Tony huffs and follows him, sprawling across Ty and then smiling sweetly as he asks, “My new boyfriend? Do you mean you, dearest? Because last time I checked, you’re the one I’m dating.”

After a second of trying to remain grumpy Ty leers up at him and challenges, "Prove it.”

 

~

  Tony is awake for a while before he actually realizes that he’s awake.

 

He’s floating in a haze-

 

An uncomfortable heat throbs through him.

Every breath is accompanied by painful, wracking shivers.

 

There are voices nearby- Angry. Demanding.

He can’t make out any of the words. He can’t even convince his brain to work out the language-

Probably one of the leaders of this little group wanting to know why he isn’t working-

 

He doesn’t realize his eyes have opened until they slowly focus on the cave above him.

There are more lights on now, somewhere-

The moving shadows on the ceiling are multiplied, echoing themselves in shades of gray- Unidentifiable-

Somehow, that fact is comforting.

Tony’s wheezing exhale feels hot in his throat. His lungs are burning. Even the tears building in his eyes feel like lava-

He stifles down a sob, knowing that it’ll just hurt like his chest is being torn open.

Again-

 

The voices disappear at some point while he drifts in and out-

 

The next time Tony comes close to awareness the cave is quiet around him.

Just his own weak, hitching breathing and the slow drip of water somewhere in the distance.

Tony knows he must be in bad shape if he’s being left alone.

At least, he thinks he’s alone- this might be his chance to-

 

To-

 

He doesn’t care.

 

He doesn’t want to be awake for this-

The agony of his sternum grinding against metal, splintering-

The pressure in his lungs, thick and wet- He can’t-

He can’t breathe-

 

Another hard shiver runs through him and Tony can’t bite back a pained whine-

It tears out of his dry throat, making everything worse, and molten tears start to trail down his temples as the world goes dark around the corners-

No-

 

Just the one corner-

There’s a dark shape at the left edge of his vision, moving closer.

A shadow-

Tony sucks in a sharp breath that stings his throat- his lungs-

He thought he was alone-

The shadow is still moving towards him, impossibly dark.

There are still multiple lights on, but the shadow is singular, defined as it slides over tables and other furniture that Tony can’t make out.

It’s still moving slowly closer.

With another bitten-off noise of pain as the motion pulls at his chest, Tony works up the strength to turn his head and see-

There’s nobody there.

Tony’s breath rattles wetly in his chest, too fast, the cold air of the cave painful against his burning lungs-

There’s nobody- No one to cast the shadow-

How-

What he can see of the cave is completely empty.

But when Tony whips his head forward again-

 

Too fast, agony lancing through his chest and more tears escaping-

 

The dark something is still moving closer.

Too close now-

 

Tony half-sobs out a confused sound, his lungs on fire. He’s shivering harder than ever and when he blinks his wet eyelashes cling together.

The newest tear running down his temple stops in its tracks, clinging and cold against his skin.

Nothing-

 

-It doesn’t make sense.

The shadow is closer- too close- leaning in over him-

-hair falling loose over a broad shoulder, almost familiar-

 

There’s nobody there.

 

Tony is breathing too fast- too painful-

His vision is starting to go gray around the edges-

He struggles to focus on the strange shadow on the wall- still so distinct even as everything else fades.

If there was a person attached, they would be leaning directly over Tony now. But when he squints at the spot-

Nothing.

As Tony watches, a cloud of smoke- or maybe fog- appears from nowhere-

From where a person’s face would be, if they were casting the shadow-

If any of this was real-

 

The cloud falls heavily, like cold air rolling out of a freezer, and when it hits Tony’s chest-

He can feel the cold of it, contrasting painfully against his flushed skin.

But that’s not possible- There’s nothing there.

Tony can see his own shaking breath hanging in the air. His tears cling to his eyelashes, frozen.

This can’t be real.

It must be the fever-

 

The darkness is still creeping in around the edges of everything, not quite as dark as the shadow still lingering on the wall.

Another cold cloud of breath rolls over Tony’s chest and he sobs again as a shiver works its way through him.

But that’s not possible-

 

The next time his eyes close Tony can’t seem to get them open again.

Everything is cold and hot and pain-

 

He doesn’t want to be awake for this.