Two Gray Days (page 1)
Story Info
Title: Two Gray Days
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes
Genre: Erotica, hurt/comfort, drama
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Steve Rogers (Captain America), Tony Stark (Iron Man)
(Small appearances from: Clint Barton (Hawkeye), Carol Danvers (Ms. Marvel), Hulk, JARVIS, Hank Pym (Ant-Man), T’Challa (Black Panther), Janet van Dyne (Wasp), Vision. Others mentioned.)
Pairings: Steve/Tony
Summary: After Tony and Steve get caught in an alien portal, separated from the others, they share a painful secret neither is willing to share with another soul. They have only each other to rely on as they attempt to survive the ordeal - which leads to something unexpected.
Complete.
Written for: Tentacle Big Bang (tentaclebigbang).
Artist: swcajolings / ART!
Warnings: Non-con (forced orgasm, tentacle rape), voyeurism, sex (m/m).
Disclaimer: The Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, its characters and places belong to Marvel and all other creators involved in the making and distributing the show. No profit was made by writing this story and the author owns nothing at all.
Beta: Mythra mythras-fire (so many thanks to you for doing a great job at cleaning after me on this one!)
Feedback: Appreciated and cherished.
About Two Gray Days: What started as tentacle porn/rape ended up more like a hurt/comfort fic leading to a discovery of a relationship (which is based on all the wrong reasons and the issues are far from resolved).
This is my first attempt in this particular fandom/verse after dipping my feet in MCU (Avengers cinematic universe).
Story and status: Below you see the writing process of the story. If there is no text after the title, then it is finished and checked. Possible updates shall be marked after the title.
Two Gray Days
~ ~ ~
Art by swcajolings (LJ)!
Author’s note: Written for Tentacle Big Bang.
My first time writing AEMH, so I hope I didn’t get too many things wrong.
The following was supposed to be shameless tentacle porn - which turned into something much more plot-heavy and… well, hurt/comfort, in a sense.
Hope you enjoy!
Two Gray Days
Tony was having his morning coffee - and it was actually morning by everyone’s standards for once - when JARVIS brought the news to his attention:
“Sir, there seems to be a disturbance out in a field in Iowa.”
“What kind of disturbance? Did a UFO finally land?” Tony asked, sipping his coffee and raising an eyebrow in thought. As he did that, Steve Rogers came in, fresh from the gym by the look of it, searching for a bite. Tony followed him with his eyes, appreciating the view.
“The calculations are underway but there is a possibility of a multi-dimensional portal,” JARVIS interrupted his subtle appreciation of the super-soldier’s physique.
Steve froze at the words, halting to listen, food forgotten for now.
“Where was this again?” Tony asked, already up from his seat, coffee forgotten.
- - -
“A corn field. In Iowa,” Tony stated needlessly as they stood waist-deep in said corn, in Iowa. There was nothing but the gently swaying cornstalks - and in the middle of it a camp of S.H.I.E.L.D. and S.W.O.R.D. personnel, their tech surrounding a strange glowing circle which may or may not be a portal to another universe, dimension or planet.
He looked around again, just as unimpressed as he was when he landed. “They couldn’t find a better spot?,” Tony complained, his Iron Man armor looking a bit awkward in the middle of the current setting.
“Aren’t you glad this didn’t take place in Midtown Manhattan?” Steve asked as he walked over, now in full Captain America regalia. It seemed just minutes ago that he had been dripping with sweat, clothes clinging to his body, a healthy flush barely touching his skin in the aftermath of a work-out that would have probably floored Tony during the warm-up.
“Commute would have been shorter,” Tony joked, peering at the supposed doorway to another universe. “Where’s Richards when you need him? Or Pym? Or even Thor?”
Well, Richards and the Fantastic Four were off in some other dimension - again - while Pym was with the Black Panther in Wakanda. Thor was back in Asgard, taking care of some family matters - although when wasn’t he?
As for the rest of the Avengers, Jan had gone with Pym, Hawkeye was on some S.H.I.E.L.D. mission somewhere and the Hulk had taken off after the last battle, stating he needed some time off. Considering he was under house arrest most of the time, Tony had grudgingly allowed him to go. That left Carol Danvers, aka Ms. Marvel, who apparently was on her way but under orders from S.W.O.R.D. - and Vision, who was currently trying to get a read on the portal.
“The analysis is inconclusive,” the android finally stated, glowing eyes narrowed. “Most certainly this is a gateway to another place and it is consistently emitting a strange energy. However, it doesn’t seem threatening for the time being.”
“We could shoot something at it,” Tony offered. “See if that changes.”
“Don’t,” Steve ordered. “There could be friendlies.”
“Yeah, because bad guys only park their wormholes in the middle of New York City,” Tony shot back but relented since he really wasn’t going to shoot anything at that portal before he knew what was on the other side.
- - -
Whatever it was, it didn’t do anything for the next three days. Far as Tony was concerned, wormholes shouldn’t just appear in the middle of a field and then do nothing. He was half-tempted to throw rocks at it to pass the time. If he did, perhaps whatever was going to happen would happen faster and he could get out of the suit that was getting a bit stifling after a day in the sun - not to mention three.
After said three days he decided to get out of the armor and put it back on only when something was about to happen and not a minute earlier. That, of course, left him lying around in his dark undersuit, which wasn’t much better but he wasn’t going to complain.
He was currently lounging under a makeshift shelter, drinking from a cooled bottle of water - what he wouldn’t have given for some iced tea right now - when the scientists began to bustle around like a colony of ants. Tony watched for a moment, wondering if something was really happening or if it was simply another false alarm, then noticed the glowing circle was almost… pulsating, although faintly.
Deciding it was about time, Tony started to get up to slip into the armor, which would be a bit of a pain manually. He had known that when taking the armor off - also a pain, because that’s not how he had meant it to be taken off, either - but it was a discomfort he had to endure to get himself a few hours free of the constricting, hot metal cocoon.
Before he could actually get to the armor, however, the portal changed its color, a kind of a hum filled the air around it and something stepped through. People moved away cautiously while others shifted towards it, prepared for anything they could imagine.
The alien creature was quite anthropomorphic: four limbs, a green-tinted yet ashen skin which looked more like leather, and strange eyes. Not a Skrull, which was a bit of a relief. It was dressed in a hooded robe and regarded them slowly and thoroughly, as if this were an evaluation.
“You have arrived to Earth through unknown means,” one of the S.W.O.R.D. agents started. “Please state your reason for being here and your intentions.”
Tony grimaced. They should really work on their welcoming-aliens-speech.
The hooded creature regarded them a bit longer. Perhaps it didn’t understand a word they were saying.
“No available database has anything to match this life-form,” Vision offered his input as the silence stretched on.
“Do you represent the human race of the planet called Earth?” the alien said at last, in perfectly understandable English.
“Represent?” Steve frowned, shield shifting slightly. He was standing on the inside of the circle of people, first to meet the threat, as always. “What are your intentions here?”
“I am here at the bidding of my Master. He is much interested in the human race and wishes to… sample you.”
“Sample?” Tony copied Steve’s expression, stepping forward to join him on the front line. This alien didn’t look threatening, although looks could be deceiving, and he doubted he would have time to suit up should something go amiss, even if he started now.
The strange, dotted eyes regarded him. They blinked, too, and it looked like four eyelids swept over the surface at once. “Yes. My Master is a… collector.”
“So he’s here to do what, add a few humans to his collection?” Carol Danvers asked, stepping forward.
“He will not harm you,” the creature reassured. “He is simply… collecting samples.”
“I’m not sure we understand ‘not harming’ in a similar fashion, and until we do, your ‘Master’ needs to explain himself a bit better,” Steve decided in his usual clipped tones.
“Would you wish to meet him?” the alien suggested. “You seem like a fine example of the human race.”
Tony snorted, he couldn’t help it.
Steve glanced back at him over his shoulder. “Tony, stay here and try to gain more information.”
“What, you’re going to follow Mr. Double Eyelids through a wormhole and leave me standing here?”
“Without the suit you’ll be vulnerable to whatever is on the other side.”
“So I’ll go and put it on.”
“We might not have time -”
“Then make time! Talk about the weather,” Tony argued, stepping closer to the other man who was almost a head taller than him. “Besides, he said he won’t harm us and I don’t see him toting any huge weapons -”
They didn’t get any farther than that, however, before the air seemed to tremble, which was a strange sensation, then suddenly the vertical circle seemed to expand, swallowing them and the bright day turned into dimness.
“Hey!” Tony snapped, whirling around to check his surroundings. “What’s going on?”
“My Master wishes to -” the alien started.
“We didn’t agree to anything yet,” Steve cut it off, lifting his shield higher, looking around, one arm reaching to pull Tony closer to him as if there were some sort of danger lurking about.
Far as Tony could see, everything had disappeared around them - the field, S.H.I.E.L.D. and S.W.O.R.D. agents, even Ms. Marvel and Vision who had been standing right there. It was just the two of them, the alien, and the dark, strange space around them which didn’t seem to have walls or a ceiling but still felt enclosed.
The alien twisted its hands - strange, long-fingered hands. “I must do as he commands. My Master has waited long enough.”
“As if we didn’t just wait three days in that field for him to send his ambassador over,” Tony muttered.
Something seemed to materialize from the grayish space. It was like a large tank with something floating inside it, looking like wisps of smoke - or a very strange face of goo, floating and stretching almost like a bad imitation of a lava lamp.
Tony grimaced. “Please don’t tell me that’s your Master.” They really should have a talk with Thor about all the strange creatures the vastness of outer space held.
The alien bowed and backed away into the grayness, disappearing.
“Hey, wait!” Steve called out then growled unhappily as no reply came in return. “What now?”
Tony looked around again, unnerved by the gooey thing in the tank. He suddenly felt a whisper of something along his calf and looked down but could see nothing. It felt like his eyes weren’t working properly here, wherever ‘here’ was, unable to pierce the dank grayness all around them. He felt the touch again and glanced down, turning, trying to see anything at all. “I don’t like this,” he said.
“I told you not to come,” Steve reminded him.
“How am I to blame for being dragged along? There wasn’t a line someone was supposed to cross for a free trip to another dimension,” Tony snapped back, then there was no mistake: something wrapped itself around his calf, working its way up around his knee and thigh. He reached down to grab it this time, in case looking at it would make it go away, and sure enough, his fingers encountered something round and long, a little bit elastic, kind of damp on the surface without being slick or wet.
Daring to look at it now he frowned at the tentacle-like thing. Well, he was relieved it wasn’t a snake, and it didn’t seem to have a mouth to bite with anyway. “Cap,” he called out to the other Avenger, “any guesses on what this is?”
Steve turned to look, Tony could sense it without turning his head; he focused on the tentacle, in case it vanished should he let his attention slip away from it.
“Why is it wrapped around your leg like that?” Steve asked.
“Beats me.”
“Maybe this is about getting the sample?” Steve pondered.
“I always hated going to the doctor,” Tony joked. Steve came closer and tapped the thing with the edge of his shield, making it tighten significantly, which made Tony hiss. “Okay, don’t do that. It’s killing my circulation.”
Steve pulled back and looked over his shoulder; clearly he had also noticed the tank with the gooey face sitting inside. He seemed to be trying to figure out the situation, hopefully coming up with a plan that would get them both home.
While waiting for inspiration to strike, Tony felt another familiar touch inching along his free leg. He glanced down just in time to see another tentacle-like thing, working its way up yet not wrapping around him this time, just rising higher. Steve started looking around the gray ground, as if to see where they were coming from. In the meanwhile the second tentacle had lifted itself to the level of Tony’s eyes, as if watching him. Its tip was slightly more pointed than the rest of it and Tony leaned closer, noting that its surface was like skin, with pores in it. Holes which released the slight dampness on its surface, he observed.
“I think they might be alive,” Tony started commenting when suddenly the tentacle surged forward, taking him totally by surprise, managing to slip between his lips and into his mouth. His hands shot up to seize it and pull it back, his throat constricting at the sudden invasion. He managed to pull it out and hold it at arm’s length, resisting the urge to spit out the alien taste. The tentacle stayed still in Tony’s grip, as if regarding him again. Tony glared back at it. “Not okay,” he muttered. “At least ask first before invading a man’s personal space.”
“This isn’t funny,” Steve commented, his face even more wary and alert.
“Do I look like I think it’s funny?” Tony snapped at him, turning his eyes from the offending tentacle for a moment - which gave said thing an opening and it suddenly yanked itself free, winding closer, wrapping twice around Tony’s neck before he even knew what it was doing. With the air almost completely cut off from his lungs, Tony’s body seized then crashed down as the first tentacle decided to pull at the same second and yank him to the ground.
“Tony!” Steve called out and Tony wondered what the hell he was waiting for - until he managed to look up and saw several more tentacles springing out at the other Avenger. Steve fought furiously for a moment but there were just too many and eventually he was pulled off to the side, restrained in a firm grip, dangling in the air helplessly. Two free tentacles tugged and pulled until his shield fell from his grasp, lying on the ground where the tentacles briefly poked at it before leaving it alone. Steve still refused to give up, struggling, yet his super-soldier body was unable to break the hold of the tentacles, seeing as they gave just enough for him to be unable to find any purchase.
This wasn’t going well at all, Tony decided. The tentacle around his neck was letting him breathe again, yet it squeezed with enough force to let him know that struggling would become uncomfortable for him if he chose to do it.
Quite suddenly the alien in robes was back. “My Master has accepted you,” it announced.
“Accepted?” Tony managed to gasp.
The alien nodded. “It is a great honor. He has sampled many different species from around the existing worlds.”
This one didn’t sound any better than the earlier statements. Tony watched the alien carefully as it stepped over to Steve, who struggled anew, then froze as the long fingers traced down along his chest and stomach. They found what they were looking for, apparently, undoing the suit and tugging it open, leaving him bare from neck to groin.
Tony attempted to struggle, kicking and trying to find a weak spot in the tentacles, or a way to incapacitate them. As he did that, he didn’t notice the alien approaching him until he felt the long fingers on his person. He tried jerking away as they found the zipper, starting to tug his undersuit open.
“It will hurt more if you resist,” the alien noted.
“I thought you said no one would be harmed!” Steve roared from the side. “Let him go.”
Tony felt like pointing out they were both neck deep in this one, but before he could the tentacles twitched, as if communicating, and the alien removed its hand and backed away, disappearing again. Tony panted, not quite comfortable with this turn of events. The undersuit lay half open and exposed most of his chest to the strange cool air. Well, at least he was mostly covered, the same of which couldn’t be said for Steve.
The tentacle around Tony’s neck began moving suddenly and he hoped Steve had finally made his point and they would be released. Instead of letting him go, however, the tentacle wrapped itself further around his face, a slight drag brushing against his face as it coiled once around his jaw, below his ears, then curved around again just beneath his nose - effectively blocking his mouth - then did a final circle and covered his eyes.
Tony could admit he was panicking a little right now. He reached up, to try and fight it, to pull it off. He might have considered biting the tentacle but it wasn’t letting him open his mouth and had stayed a safe distance from his teeth. Before he could get a good grip, though, he felt something wrap around each of his wrists and pull them away, then another reached for his free leg.
Not good.
A whisper of cool, wet flesh moved suddenly against him and trailed across the exposed skin, moving up and down, skirting the arc reactor in his chest. That sensation - and the brief, crippling panic that came with it - made his breath catch, yet luckily the tentacle didn’t seem interested in the device that kept him alive.
He was pulled harshly from his brief stupor of relief as what had to be several tentacles slid beneath the suit, tugged at the clothing, trailed along his skin and made him break out in goose bumps.
One tentacle headed south, touching his cock and making him jump at the foreign sensation. It lingered, shifting back and forth, nudging his balls, making a small spike of pleasure travel up Tony’s spine. Blood thrummed in his ears, blocking out the outside world. It was as if he were completely alone with the tentacles; if Steve was still there, he couldn’t tell.
Another tentacle pushed down to his groin, joining the first, causing Tony to try and struggle, to close his legs when they were yanked further apart and he felt like he was floating, no part of his body resting on the ground anymore. The second tentacle moved further south from its slippery friend, and Tony’s entire body froze as it skirted his ass, prodding at the entrance, testing the resistance.
If this went anything like some of that porn Tony may or may have not watched when he was a teenager, he knew what was coming. Only it was usually a big-titted whimpering female trapped by a tentacle monster, not a guy who might just be getting off on this in some small corner of his brain - although it was a very small, and very distant corner, even when the tip of the tentacle attempted to push into him, with very little finesse.
The tentacle retreated, sliding across his crack, then suddenly Tony felt wetness against his skin, as if the whole thing were turning slicker. The tentacle tried again, this time worming its way into his body with less resistance and there was no way he could keep it out, to fight, to resist. Tony could have let his mind scream bloody murder but it wouldn’t have gotten him anywhere.
Waiting it out was the only thing he could do, although it didn’t suit him very well and he tried struggling again, to perhaps catch one of the tentacles off guard and wriggle his way free.
It didn’t work. The tentacle kept pushing further inside him, delving almost uncomfortably deep and Tony knew it had been a while, which meant this would hurt later. If there came a ‘later’… He wondered if Steve was okay or if the other man was enduring the same treatment, laid out like a buffet.
The tentacle twisted inside him, making him arch his body and groan - then jerk and moan for another reason as it managed to press against his prostate firmly. Distantly he felt another tentacle moving south, dragging against his cock and balls before heading down, further down, spreading slickness as if having learned from the last time and God, it was pressing in next to the first one.
Tony tensed with pain, trying to breathe, knowing he couldn’t just make it stop even if he wanted to and tension was just going to make it hurt more…
He almost screamed at the sensation of the second tentacle pressing in, pushing firmly against his inner walls, spreading him wide, dragging against his prostate, making stars explode beneath his eyelids. The tentacles twisted, turning and moving, forcing him to open further, burrowing deeper, jerking back and forth.
Tony was close, he could feel it. Unwanted arousal coursed across his body and he arched his back, wanting it to be over. He wanted to believe it would end then, that whatever held them captive would be satisfied.
The tentacles on his face shifted, allowing him to move his jaw, to take an extra deep breath of air. The freedom was short-lived however, because he promptly felt another tentacle slip between his lips and almost past comfort into his throat, wide and firm enough to keep him from biting down and swallowing his cry of bliss as one of the tentacles in his ass shifted roughly against his prostate and sent him into one of the craziest orgasms of his life, which made him black out completely.
- - -
The realization of what was going to happen slammed Steve in the gut as the tentacles began to twine around Tony’s body. At first he could pretend it was something else, a mere exploration of body and physique, but he could see the tiny hints in the way Tony moved, arched and shifted in the hold the tentacles had on him, holding him just slightly above the ground.
Tony wasn’t exposed enough for Steve to see it all in detail but he knew what was happening.
He looked away, not wanting to watch.
Just then there was the sensation that something was slithering up his side and to his face, a tentacle approaching and wrapping around his head. He expected his vision to be blocked, to be bound like Tony had been, but instead the tentacle merely forced him to turn his head, to keep watching. A few others slid across his body, making him shudder in revulsion yet when they reached his groin and one of them wrapped around his cock, he felt a small tremor of arousal.
Steve could easily pretend it was a response to a throaty moan from Tony. He thought it was infinitely better than a cry of pain or terror.
The tentacles continued mapping out his body, intruding and touching where he hadn’t invited anyone for a very long time; tugging on his balls, trailing back to briefly run across the crease of his ass then returning to the front. One of them kept a steady hold on his now hardened flesh and while he knew he could just close his eyes and refuse to watch this, he reasoned he wanted to make sure Tony didn’t just disappear into the strange grayness around them.
His entire body jerked when the tentacles opened Tony’s mouth and the one around his head - the one that had surged in before - pressed into the open orifice. Steve shouldn’t have felt anything other than compassion, perhaps, but then Tony’s entire body jerked and he let out a muffled sound, his entire form shuddering and the tentacle pulled back from his mouth, unwrapping itself while his body was gently lowered to the ground.
Tony lay there, unmoving save for the rise and fall of his chest. His hair was messed up and he looked disheveled and worn out. Steve swallowed then noticed that the two tentacles that had slipped inside his black and blue undersuit were still there, jerking slightly. Still inside him, his brain supplied.
Steve swallowed again, trying to regain some self-control. The tentacle that was touching him was relentless, however, not allowing him to back down from the edge of pleasure. It had wrapped around his length, shifting and pulsing, an intense and strange touch that almost hurt.
On the ground, Tony groaned faintly, shifting, then opened his eyes, blinking a few times and then moved his head, brown eyes finding Steve’s blue ones before following his form lower along his body.
A brief burn of shame traveled through Steve yet he could do nothing to hide himself - to hide his pleasure. However, Tony wouldn’t know what it was from… He met the brown eyes again, wondering if he had ever seen Tony look so open, so vulnerable. His body shook slightly on the floor, the two tentacles still moving around, bringing a broken moan from his throat.
Steve groaned and felt his release hit him, erupting from his cock. He breathed heavily for a moment, feeling the rush, then focused his mind and looked at Tony, wondering if this had made it better or worse.
Suddenly the tentacles moved to withdraw from Tony’s prone form, sliding free of his body and clothes, disappearing out of sight. Tony didn’t move so Steve stumbled over to him, stopping only to pick up his shield, laying it next to the other man.
“Do you think it’s over?” Tony asked, voice a little rough.
“Looks like it,” Steve said hopefully then fastened his clothes, feeling strange and dirty even afterwards, as if he wasn’t clothed at all.
Tony just blinked up at him for a moment before rolling over and attempting to get up. Steve reached out, taking his arm, steadying him. Tony made it to his knees and half-managed to hide a grimace. His hands shook slightly as he did up his own clothes, watching the grayness warily.
Steve pulled the shield up, sliding it on his arm, holding it in front of them as if it would help this time. His left arm he placed around Tony’s shoulders, not even thinking about it. For a brief moment he felt Tony lean against him, just slightly, perhaps seeking comfort or strength, or just resting.
And just like that they were back in the middle of the corn field, in bright daylight, the portal shrinking in front of them until it was gone. People stood around them, looking alarmed - amongst them all of the Avengers save for Thor.
“Guys?” Jan called out, running across the short distance.
“What happened?” Tony asked, sounding almost normal.
“You disappeared, just like that. It’s been two days,” Carol explained as everyone gathered up, a frown on her face. “You don’t look… okay.”
“We’re fine. Just a little…” Tony didn’t clarify.
“What happened? What did they want?” a S.W.O.R.D. agent questioned, pushing through the line of superheroes.
“I’m not sure I know,” Steve confessed then stood up, pulling Tony along with him. “Right now I just want a shower and my own bed.”
“Ditto,” Tony agreed.
- - -
After going home to the Avengers Mansion, Tony took off the armor and headed to his room, not talking to anyone. He stripped, not stopping to consider where he threw his clothing or the fact that he was going to incinerate that undersuit as soon as he felt human again.
He stopped in the bathroom, unwillingly looking at the mirror, seeing faint bruises on his body; some on his neck, his jaw, but nothing too bad; nothing to cause alarm in the other Avengers than he couldn’t handle with a shrug. On his wrists and legs the marks were darker where the grip had been the hardest while he struggled, but those were easily hidden by clothing.
Unwilling to think about it and to sink it far away into the depths of his mind, Tony resolutely stepped into the shower. Under the blissfully hot spray of water, he reached for some soap, choosing one with a pleasing smell, wanting to wash away every last trace that might be left, visible or invisible. However, as the lather covered his skin and he should have felt some kind of soothing effect, he simply wondered if he would ever feel clean again. It wasn’t even a matter of being physically tainted. No matter how many hours he spent here, scrubbing himself clean, it wouldn’t fix the problem itself.
Tony slid down to sit on the shower floor, jaw flexing restlessly, then he hugged his knees and pretended it would all get better if he just waited it out. He had been through worse, no one had actually died today - or in the last two days - and it shouldn’t be such a big deal. As long as he buried the memory and no one brought it up, he would be fine.
What would anyone do, anyway, to help him? Tony was the one with the answers, and in time he would find the key to how to deal with this.
- - -
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Title: Two Gray Days
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes
Genre: Erotica, hurt/comfort, drama
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Steve Rogers (Captain America), Tony Stark (Iron Man)
(Small appearances from: Clint Barton (Hawkeye), Carol Danvers (Ms. Marvel), Hulk, JARVIS, Hank Pym (Ant-Man), T’Challa (Black Panther), Janet van Dyne (Wasp), Vision. Others mentioned.)
Pairings: Steve/Tony
Summary: After Tony and Steve get caught in an alien portal, separated from the others, they share a painful secret neither is willing to share with another soul. They have only each other to rely on as they attempt to survive the ordeal - which leads to something unexpected.
Complete.
Written for: Tentacle Big Bang (tentaclebigbang).
Artist: swcajolings / ART!
Warnings: Non-con (forced orgasm, tentacle rape), voyeurism, sex (m/m).
Disclaimer: The Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, its characters and places belong to Marvel and all other creators involved in the making and distributing the show. No profit was made by writing this story and the author owns nothing at all.
Beta: Mythra mythras-fire (so many thanks to you for doing a great job at cleaning after me on this one!)
Feedback: Appreciated and cherished.
About Two Gray Days: What started as tentacle porn/rape ended up more like a hurt/comfort fic leading to a discovery of a relationship (which is based on all the wrong reasons and the issues are far from resolved).
This is my first attempt in this particular fandom/verse after dipping my feet in MCU (Avengers cinematic universe).
Story and status: Below you see the writing process of the story. If there is no text after the title, then it is finished and checked. Possible updates shall be marked after the title.
Two Gray Days
~ ~ ~
Art by swcajolings (LJ)!
Author’s note: Written for Tentacle Big Bang.
My first time writing AEMH, so I hope I didn’t get too many things wrong.
The following was supposed to be shameless tentacle porn - which turned into something much more plot-heavy and… well, hurt/comfort, in a sense.
Hope you enjoy!
Two Gray Days
Tony was having his morning coffee - and it was actually morning by everyone’s standards for once - when JARVIS brought the news to his attention:
“Sir, there seems to be a disturbance out in a field in Iowa.”
“What kind of disturbance? Did a UFO finally land?” Tony asked, sipping his coffee and raising an eyebrow in thought. As he did that, Steve Rogers came in, fresh from the gym by the look of it, searching for a bite. Tony followed him with his eyes, appreciating the view.
“The calculations are underway but there is a possibility of a multi-dimensional portal,” JARVIS interrupted his subtle appreciation of the super-soldier’s physique.
Steve froze at the words, halting to listen, food forgotten for now.
“Where was this again?” Tony asked, already up from his seat, coffee forgotten.
- - -
“A corn field. In Iowa,” Tony stated needlessly as they stood waist-deep in said corn, in Iowa. There was nothing but the gently swaying cornstalks - and in the middle of it a camp of S.H.I.E.L.D. and S.W.O.R.D. personnel, their tech surrounding a strange glowing circle which may or may not be a portal to another universe, dimension or planet.
He looked around again, just as unimpressed as he was when he landed. “They couldn’t find a better spot?,” Tony complained, his Iron Man armor looking a bit awkward in the middle of the current setting.
“Aren’t you glad this didn’t take place in Midtown Manhattan?” Steve asked as he walked over, now in full Captain America regalia. It seemed just minutes ago that he had been dripping with sweat, clothes clinging to his body, a healthy flush barely touching his skin in the aftermath of a work-out that would have probably floored Tony during the warm-up.
“Commute would have been shorter,” Tony joked, peering at the supposed doorway to another universe. “Where’s Richards when you need him? Or Pym? Or even Thor?”
Well, Richards and the Fantastic Four were off in some other dimension - again - while Pym was with the Black Panther in Wakanda. Thor was back in Asgard, taking care of some family matters - although when wasn’t he?
As for the rest of the Avengers, Jan had gone with Pym, Hawkeye was on some S.H.I.E.L.D. mission somewhere and the Hulk had taken off after the last battle, stating he needed some time off. Considering he was under house arrest most of the time, Tony had grudgingly allowed him to go. That left Carol Danvers, aka Ms. Marvel, who apparently was on her way but under orders from S.W.O.R.D. - and Vision, who was currently trying to get a read on the portal.
“The analysis is inconclusive,” the android finally stated, glowing eyes narrowed. “Most certainly this is a gateway to another place and it is consistently emitting a strange energy. However, it doesn’t seem threatening for the time being.”
“We could shoot something at it,” Tony offered. “See if that changes.”
“Don’t,” Steve ordered. “There could be friendlies.”
“Yeah, because bad guys only park their wormholes in the middle of New York City,” Tony shot back but relented since he really wasn’t going to shoot anything at that portal before he knew what was on the other side.
- - -
Whatever it was, it didn’t do anything for the next three days. Far as Tony was concerned, wormholes shouldn’t just appear in the middle of a field and then do nothing. He was half-tempted to throw rocks at it to pass the time. If he did, perhaps whatever was going to happen would happen faster and he could get out of the suit that was getting a bit stifling after a day in the sun - not to mention three.
After said three days he decided to get out of the armor and put it back on only when something was about to happen and not a minute earlier. That, of course, left him lying around in his dark undersuit, which wasn’t much better but he wasn’t going to complain.
He was currently lounging under a makeshift shelter, drinking from a cooled bottle of water - what he wouldn’t have given for some iced tea right now - when the scientists began to bustle around like a colony of ants. Tony watched for a moment, wondering if something was really happening or if it was simply another false alarm, then noticed the glowing circle was almost… pulsating, although faintly.
Deciding it was about time, Tony started to get up to slip into the armor, which would be a bit of a pain manually. He had known that when taking the armor off - also a pain, because that’s not how he had meant it to be taken off, either - but it was a discomfort he had to endure to get himself a few hours free of the constricting, hot metal cocoon.
Before he could actually get to the armor, however, the portal changed its color, a kind of a hum filled the air around it and something stepped through. People moved away cautiously while others shifted towards it, prepared for anything they could imagine.
The alien creature was quite anthropomorphic: four limbs, a green-tinted yet ashen skin which looked more like leather, and strange eyes. Not a Skrull, which was a bit of a relief. It was dressed in a hooded robe and regarded them slowly and thoroughly, as if this were an evaluation.
“You have arrived to Earth through unknown means,” one of the S.W.O.R.D. agents started. “Please state your reason for being here and your intentions.”
Tony grimaced. They should really work on their welcoming-aliens-speech.
The hooded creature regarded them a bit longer. Perhaps it didn’t understand a word they were saying.
“No available database has anything to match this life-form,” Vision offered his input as the silence stretched on.
“Do you represent the human race of the planet called Earth?” the alien said at last, in perfectly understandable English.
“Represent?” Steve frowned, shield shifting slightly. He was standing on the inside of the circle of people, first to meet the threat, as always. “What are your intentions here?”
“I am here at the bidding of my Master. He is much interested in the human race and wishes to… sample you.”
“Sample?” Tony copied Steve’s expression, stepping forward to join him on the front line. This alien didn’t look threatening, although looks could be deceiving, and he doubted he would have time to suit up should something go amiss, even if he started now.
The strange, dotted eyes regarded him. They blinked, too, and it looked like four eyelids swept over the surface at once. “Yes. My Master is a… collector.”
“So he’s here to do what, add a few humans to his collection?” Carol Danvers asked, stepping forward.
“He will not harm you,” the creature reassured. “He is simply… collecting samples.”
“I’m not sure we understand ‘not harming’ in a similar fashion, and until we do, your ‘Master’ needs to explain himself a bit better,” Steve decided in his usual clipped tones.
“Would you wish to meet him?” the alien suggested. “You seem like a fine example of the human race.”
Tony snorted, he couldn’t help it.
Steve glanced back at him over his shoulder. “Tony, stay here and try to gain more information.”
“What, you’re going to follow Mr. Double Eyelids through a wormhole and leave me standing here?”
“Without the suit you’ll be vulnerable to whatever is on the other side.”
“So I’ll go and put it on.”
“We might not have time -”
“Then make time! Talk about the weather,” Tony argued, stepping closer to the other man who was almost a head taller than him. “Besides, he said he won’t harm us and I don’t see him toting any huge weapons -”
They didn’t get any farther than that, however, before the air seemed to tremble, which was a strange sensation, then suddenly the vertical circle seemed to expand, swallowing them and the bright day turned into dimness.
“Hey!” Tony snapped, whirling around to check his surroundings. “What’s going on?”
“My Master wishes to -” the alien started.
“We didn’t agree to anything yet,” Steve cut it off, lifting his shield higher, looking around, one arm reaching to pull Tony closer to him as if there were some sort of danger lurking about.
Far as Tony could see, everything had disappeared around them - the field, S.H.I.E.L.D. and S.W.O.R.D. agents, even Ms. Marvel and Vision who had been standing right there. It was just the two of them, the alien, and the dark, strange space around them which didn’t seem to have walls or a ceiling but still felt enclosed.
The alien twisted its hands - strange, long-fingered hands. “I must do as he commands. My Master has waited long enough.”
“As if we didn’t just wait three days in that field for him to send his ambassador over,” Tony muttered.
Something seemed to materialize from the grayish space. It was like a large tank with something floating inside it, looking like wisps of smoke - or a very strange face of goo, floating and stretching almost like a bad imitation of a lava lamp.
Tony grimaced. “Please don’t tell me that’s your Master.” They really should have a talk with Thor about all the strange creatures the vastness of outer space held.
The alien bowed and backed away into the grayness, disappearing.
“Hey, wait!” Steve called out then growled unhappily as no reply came in return. “What now?”
Tony looked around again, unnerved by the gooey thing in the tank. He suddenly felt a whisper of something along his calf and looked down but could see nothing. It felt like his eyes weren’t working properly here, wherever ‘here’ was, unable to pierce the dank grayness all around them. He felt the touch again and glanced down, turning, trying to see anything at all. “I don’t like this,” he said.
“I told you not to come,” Steve reminded him.
“How am I to blame for being dragged along? There wasn’t a line someone was supposed to cross for a free trip to another dimension,” Tony snapped back, then there was no mistake: something wrapped itself around his calf, working its way up around his knee and thigh. He reached down to grab it this time, in case looking at it would make it go away, and sure enough, his fingers encountered something round and long, a little bit elastic, kind of damp on the surface without being slick or wet.
Daring to look at it now he frowned at the tentacle-like thing. Well, he was relieved it wasn’t a snake, and it didn’t seem to have a mouth to bite with anyway. “Cap,” he called out to the other Avenger, “any guesses on what this is?”
Steve turned to look, Tony could sense it without turning his head; he focused on the tentacle, in case it vanished should he let his attention slip away from it.
“Why is it wrapped around your leg like that?” Steve asked.
“Beats me.”
“Maybe this is about getting the sample?” Steve pondered.
“I always hated going to the doctor,” Tony joked. Steve came closer and tapped the thing with the edge of his shield, making it tighten significantly, which made Tony hiss. “Okay, don’t do that. It’s killing my circulation.”
Steve pulled back and looked over his shoulder; clearly he had also noticed the tank with the gooey face sitting inside. He seemed to be trying to figure out the situation, hopefully coming up with a plan that would get them both home.
While waiting for inspiration to strike, Tony felt another familiar touch inching along his free leg. He glanced down just in time to see another tentacle-like thing, working its way up yet not wrapping around him this time, just rising higher. Steve started looking around the gray ground, as if to see where they were coming from. In the meanwhile the second tentacle had lifted itself to the level of Tony’s eyes, as if watching him. Its tip was slightly more pointed than the rest of it and Tony leaned closer, noting that its surface was like skin, with pores in it. Holes which released the slight dampness on its surface, he observed.
“I think they might be alive,” Tony started commenting when suddenly the tentacle surged forward, taking him totally by surprise, managing to slip between his lips and into his mouth. His hands shot up to seize it and pull it back, his throat constricting at the sudden invasion. He managed to pull it out and hold it at arm’s length, resisting the urge to spit out the alien taste. The tentacle stayed still in Tony’s grip, as if regarding him again. Tony glared back at it. “Not okay,” he muttered. “At least ask first before invading a man’s personal space.”
“This isn’t funny,” Steve commented, his face even more wary and alert.
“Do I look like I think it’s funny?” Tony snapped at him, turning his eyes from the offending tentacle for a moment - which gave said thing an opening and it suddenly yanked itself free, winding closer, wrapping twice around Tony’s neck before he even knew what it was doing. With the air almost completely cut off from his lungs, Tony’s body seized then crashed down as the first tentacle decided to pull at the same second and yank him to the ground.
“Tony!” Steve called out and Tony wondered what the hell he was waiting for - until he managed to look up and saw several more tentacles springing out at the other Avenger. Steve fought furiously for a moment but there were just too many and eventually he was pulled off to the side, restrained in a firm grip, dangling in the air helplessly. Two free tentacles tugged and pulled until his shield fell from his grasp, lying on the ground where the tentacles briefly poked at it before leaving it alone. Steve still refused to give up, struggling, yet his super-soldier body was unable to break the hold of the tentacles, seeing as they gave just enough for him to be unable to find any purchase.
This wasn’t going well at all, Tony decided. The tentacle around his neck was letting him breathe again, yet it squeezed with enough force to let him know that struggling would become uncomfortable for him if he chose to do it.
Quite suddenly the alien in robes was back. “My Master has accepted you,” it announced.
“Accepted?” Tony managed to gasp.
The alien nodded. “It is a great honor. He has sampled many different species from around the existing worlds.”
This one didn’t sound any better than the earlier statements. Tony watched the alien carefully as it stepped over to Steve, who struggled anew, then froze as the long fingers traced down along his chest and stomach. They found what they were looking for, apparently, undoing the suit and tugging it open, leaving him bare from neck to groin.
Tony attempted to struggle, kicking and trying to find a weak spot in the tentacles, or a way to incapacitate them. As he did that, he didn’t notice the alien approaching him until he felt the long fingers on his person. He tried jerking away as they found the zipper, starting to tug his undersuit open.
“It will hurt more if you resist,” the alien noted.
“I thought you said no one would be harmed!” Steve roared from the side. “Let him go.”
Tony felt like pointing out they were both neck deep in this one, but before he could the tentacles twitched, as if communicating, and the alien removed its hand and backed away, disappearing again. Tony panted, not quite comfortable with this turn of events. The undersuit lay half open and exposed most of his chest to the strange cool air. Well, at least he was mostly covered, the same of which couldn’t be said for Steve.
The tentacle around Tony’s neck began moving suddenly and he hoped Steve had finally made his point and they would be released. Instead of letting him go, however, the tentacle wrapped itself further around his face, a slight drag brushing against his face as it coiled once around his jaw, below his ears, then curved around again just beneath his nose - effectively blocking his mouth - then did a final circle and covered his eyes.
Tony could admit he was panicking a little right now. He reached up, to try and fight it, to pull it off. He might have considered biting the tentacle but it wasn’t letting him open his mouth and had stayed a safe distance from his teeth. Before he could get a good grip, though, he felt something wrap around each of his wrists and pull them away, then another reached for his free leg.
Not good.
A whisper of cool, wet flesh moved suddenly against him and trailed across the exposed skin, moving up and down, skirting the arc reactor in his chest. That sensation - and the brief, crippling panic that came with it - made his breath catch, yet luckily the tentacle didn’t seem interested in the device that kept him alive.
He was pulled harshly from his brief stupor of relief as what had to be several tentacles slid beneath the suit, tugged at the clothing, trailed along his skin and made him break out in goose bumps.
One tentacle headed south, touching his cock and making him jump at the foreign sensation. It lingered, shifting back and forth, nudging his balls, making a small spike of pleasure travel up Tony’s spine. Blood thrummed in his ears, blocking out the outside world. It was as if he were completely alone with the tentacles; if Steve was still there, he couldn’t tell.
Another tentacle pushed down to his groin, joining the first, causing Tony to try and struggle, to close his legs when they were yanked further apart and he felt like he was floating, no part of his body resting on the ground anymore. The second tentacle moved further south from its slippery friend, and Tony’s entire body froze as it skirted his ass, prodding at the entrance, testing the resistance.
If this went anything like some of that porn Tony may or may have not watched when he was a teenager, he knew what was coming. Only it was usually a big-titted whimpering female trapped by a tentacle monster, not a guy who might just be getting off on this in some small corner of his brain - although it was a very small, and very distant corner, even when the tip of the tentacle attempted to push into him, with very little finesse.
The tentacle retreated, sliding across his crack, then suddenly Tony felt wetness against his skin, as if the whole thing were turning slicker. The tentacle tried again, this time worming its way into his body with less resistance and there was no way he could keep it out, to fight, to resist. Tony could have let his mind scream bloody murder but it wouldn’t have gotten him anywhere.
Waiting it out was the only thing he could do, although it didn’t suit him very well and he tried struggling again, to perhaps catch one of the tentacles off guard and wriggle his way free.
It didn’t work. The tentacle kept pushing further inside him, delving almost uncomfortably deep and Tony knew it had been a while, which meant this would hurt later. If there came a ‘later’… He wondered if Steve was okay or if the other man was enduring the same treatment, laid out like a buffet.
The tentacle twisted inside him, making him arch his body and groan - then jerk and moan for another reason as it managed to press against his prostate firmly. Distantly he felt another tentacle moving south, dragging against his cock and balls before heading down, further down, spreading slickness as if having learned from the last time and God, it was pressing in next to the first one.
Tony tensed with pain, trying to breathe, knowing he couldn’t just make it stop even if he wanted to and tension was just going to make it hurt more…
He almost screamed at the sensation of the second tentacle pressing in, pushing firmly against his inner walls, spreading him wide, dragging against his prostate, making stars explode beneath his eyelids. The tentacles twisted, turning and moving, forcing him to open further, burrowing deeper, jerking back and forth.
Tony was close, he could feel it. Unwanted arousal coursed across his body and he arched his back, wanting it to be over. He wanted to believe it would end then, that whatever held them captive would be satisfied.
The tentacles on his face shifted, allowing him to move his jaw, to take an extra deep breath of air. The freedom was short-lived however, because he promptly felt another tentacle slip between his lips and almost past comfort into his throat, wide and firm enough to keep him from biting down and swallowing his cry of bliss as one of the tentacles in his ass shifted roughly against his prostate and sent him into one of the craziest orgasms of his life, which made him black out completely.
- - -
The realization of what was going to happen slammed Steve in the gut as the tentacles began to twine around Tony’s body. At first he could pretend it was something else, a mere exploration of body and physique, but he could see the tiny hints in the way Tony moved, arched and shifted in the hold the tentacles had on him, holding him just slightly above the ground.
Tony wasn’t exposed enough for Steve to see it all in detail but he knew what was happening.
He looked away, not wanting to watch.
Just then there was the sensation that something was slithering up his side and to his face, a tentacle approaching and wrapping around his head. He expected his vision to be blocked, to be bound like Tony had been, but instead the tentacle merely forced him to turn his head, to keep watching. A few others slid across his body, making him shudder in revulsion yet when they reached his groin and one of them wrapped around his cock, he felt a small tremor of arousal.
Steve could easily pretend it was a response to a throaty moan from Tony. He thought it was infinitely better than a cry of pain or terror.
The tentacles continued mapping out his body, intruding and touching where he hadn’t invited anyone for a very long time; tugging on his balls, trailing back to briefly run across the crease of his ass then returning to the front. One of them kept a steady hold on his now hardened flesh and while he knew he could just close his eyes and refuse to watch this, he reasoned he wanted to make sure Tony didn’t just disappear into the strange grayness around them.
His entire body jerked when the tentacles opened Tony’s mouth and the one around his head - the one that had surged in before - pressed into the open orifice. Steve shouldn’t have felt anything other than compassion, perhaps, but then Tony’s entire body jerked and he let out a muffled sound, his entire form shuddering and the tentacle pulled back from his mouth, unwrapping itself while his body was gently lowered to the ground.
Tony lay there, unmoving save for the rise and fall of his chest. His hair was messed up and he looked disheveled and worn out. Steve swallowed then noticed that the two tentacles that had slipped inside his black and blue undersuit were still there, jerking slightly. Still inside him, his brain supplied.
Steve swallowed again, trying to regain some self-control. The tentacle that was touching him was relentless, however, not allowing him to back down from the edge of pleasure. It had wrapped around his length, shifting and pulsing, an intense and strange touch that almost hurt.
On the ground, Tony groaned faintly, shifting, then opened his eyes, blinking a few times and then moved his head, brown eyes finding Steve’s blue ones before following his form lower along his body.
A brief burn of shame traveled through Steve yet he could do nothing to hide himself - to hide his pleasure. However, Tony wouldn’t know what it was from… He met the brown eyes again, wondering if he had ever seen Tony look so open, so vulnerable. His body shook slightly on the floor, the two tentacles still moving around, bringing a broken moan from his throat.
Steve groaned and felt his release hit him, erupting from his cock. He breathed heavily for a moment, feeling the rush, then focused his mind and looked at Tony, wondering if this had made it better or worse.
Suddenly the tentacles moved to withdraw from Tony’s prone form, sliding free of his body and clothes, disappearing out of sight. Tony didn’t move so Steve stumbled over to him, stopping only to pick up his shield, laying it next to the other man.
“Do you think it’s over?” Tony asked, voice a little rough.
“Looks like it,” Steve said hopefully then fastened his clothes, feeling strange and dirty even afterwards, as if he wasn’t clothed at all.
Tony just blinked up at him for a moment before rolling over and attempting to get up. Steve reached out, taking his arm, steadying him. Tony made it to his knees and half-managed to hide a grimace. His hands shook slightly as he did up his own clothes, watching the grayness warily.
Steve pulled the shield up, sliding it on his arm, holding it in front of them as if it would help this time. His left arm he placed around Tony’s shoulders, not even thinking about it. For a brief moment he felt Tony lean against him, just slightly, perhaps seeking comfort or strength, or just resting.
And just like that they were back in the middle of the corn field, in bright daylight, the portal shrinking in front of them until it was gone. People stood around them, looking alarmed - amongst them all of the Avengers save for Thor.
“Guys?” Jan called out, running across the short distance.
“What happened?” Tony asked, sounding almost normal.
“You disappeared, just like that. It’s been two days,” Carol explained as everyone gathered up, a frown on her face. “You don’t look… okay.”
“We’re fine. Just a little…” Tony didn’t clarify.
“What happened? What did they want?” a S.W.O.R.D. agent questioned, pushing through the line of superheroes.
“I’m not sure I know,” Steve confessed then stood up, pulling Tony along with him. “Right now I just want a shower and my own bed.”
“Ditto,” Tony agreed.
- - -
After going home to the Avengers Mansion, Tony took off the armor and headed to his room, not talking to anyone. He stripped, not stopping to consider where he threw his clothing or the fact that he was going to incinerate that undersuit as soon as he felt human again.
He stopped in the bathroom, unwillingly looking at the mirror, seeing faint bruises on his body; some on his neck, his jaw, but nothing too bad; nothing to cause alarm in the other Avengers than he couldn’t handle with a shrug. On his wrists and legs the marks were darker where the grip had been the hardest while he struggled, but those were easily hidden by clothing.
Unwilling to think about it and to sink it far away into the depths of his mind, Tony resolutely stepped into the shower. Under the blissfully hot spray of water, he reached for some soap, choosing one with a pleasing smell, wanting to wash away every last trace that might be left, visible or invisible. However, as the lather covered his skin and he should have felt some kind of soothing effect, he simply wondered if he would ever feel clean again. It wasn’t even a matter of being physically tainted. No matter how many hours he spent here, scrubbing himself clean, it wouldn’t fix the problem itself.
Tony slid down to sit on the shower floor, jaw flexing restlessly, then he hugged his knees and pretended it would all get better if he just waited it out. He had been through worse, no one had actually died today - or in the last two days - and it shouldn’t be such a big deal. As long as he buried the memory and no one brought it up, he would be fine.
What would anyone do, anyway, to help him? Tony was the one with the answers, and in time he would find the key to how to deal with this.
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