Redolence; 2: Trail
[Story Info]
Title: Redolence
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers (MCU)
Genre: Erotica, drama, suspense
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Bruce Banner (Hulk), Clint Barton (Hawkeye), J.A.R.V.I.S., Nick Fury, Loki, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers (Captain America), Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Tony Stark (Iron Man), Thor
Pairings: Tony/OMC. Brief Tony/OFC/OMC. Implied past Pepper/Tony. OT6 (Bruce/Clint/Natasha/Steve/Thor/Tony) if you squint.
Summary: Tony disappears for days and returns with a rather unlikely companion, whom Tony then viciously protects from anyone who tries to separate them. Thor claims the alien is controlling Tony’s mind - but that is only the first of many problems the Avengers and Tony will be facing.
Complete.
Written for: Tentacle Big Bang (tentaclebigbang)
Also filling the “mind control” square on my card in Trope Bingo’s Round 1.
Artist: swcajolings / ART
Warnings: Sexual content between human/alien males (includes tentacles), brief het and slash threesome content (between humans), dubious consent/rape (sex while drugged/mind-controlled), (unwanted) male pregnancy, abortion, violence.
~ ~ ~
2: Trail
The human male left the others eventually, finding satisfaction and moving on.
It was a sign this was meant to be; the human moved into the darkness near the water, alone, as if searching for something.
He didn’t have to search for long.
When the human was close enough, he moved towards him from the shadows. The human heard his approach yet couldn’t see him until he was close, right before him - and then it was too late for him to avoid the inevitable. The human tried to fight, body poised to defend himself, but he held him firmly and released the pheromones that had been building up inside him in anticipation of this moment.
The human inhaled and his body soon flared up with signals the human race had no use for - but he could read them, discovering things about his biology he hadn’t been aware of before and changing his own signals accordingly. The human fell for it, his body responding, overriding his conscious mind; biology could not be controlled by thoughts.
He had the male right where he wanted him, accepting him and wanting him - until those two noisy humans emerged from the trees, startling them. He could not be seen, not yet. His connection to his chosen male wasn’t firm enough yet, but he had sunk in the hooks and had no cause for concern; he left a trail for him to follow. While he worked to find them a suitable, safe place away from interruptions, the male would follow him there.
- - -
Dawn was only hours away. There still wasn’t any light but Tony didn’t dare slow down; the scent was getting weaker and the trail might run cold. He cursed every breath of wind that forced him to stop and wait, to re-confirm the direction he was going.
As the sky began to slowly light up, Tony blinked against it. The world looked strange to him, the colors and sounds off, but he could almost see the trail he was following, along small, shadowy roads, pathways and alleys, away from the traffic and commotion of early morning.
When he finally squeezed through a hole in a wire fence, he stopped to inhale sharply at the rusty, weather-beaten metal. His eyes closed and his body heated up again. He was close, so close… Wriggling his body the rest of the way through and to the other side, he arrived at an old factory or warehouse, long out of commission by the looks of it. Kids and the homeless had probably been the only occupants here for years, the windows either boarded up or broken, some of the doors hanging open yet unwelcoming to anyone who might venture indoors into the dark depths of the abandoned building.
Tony sniffed, the scent filling him, marking the route he should take; around a building, along a wall, until he found stairs leading down and to a door that was shut but not locked. He opened it, shaking with anticipation, and finally, in the musty air and darkness the filthy shuttered windows provided, he knew he had found the other.
The alien let out a sound that traveled all the way to the base of Tony’s spine, making his legs feel a bit weak. He struggled to move his feet, to cross the distance, then finally felt the touch of the tentacles on his skin again, soothing, welcoming. The air smelled sweet next to the other, filling his nose and lungs, making him moan and sweat profusely beneath his clothing.
Another sound, not so much like a purr as it was a hungry growl.
Tony felt his skin flush in response and he was suddenly wearing too many clothes, each of them confining and blocking the touch he wanted, needed.
Hands touched his face, soft and cool. The fingers were almost frail, yet sharp talon-like claws scratched at his skin and were soon removed before they could make him bleed, replaced by the soft caress of the tentacles, drawing Tony into another half-kiss which warmed him from the inside and felt so much more intimate than anything he had ever done. His entire life paled in comparison to this moment and he moaned, pure and wanton, feeling sharp teeth nip at his lower lip, making it bleed. He whined and a tongue licked it away, rough and pointed.
The small tentacles of the other’s face, which had slowly crept forward again, retreated slowly, leaving Tony confused and meeting the strange, backwards eyes of the other: altogether black save for what looked like transparent irises. The four nostrils flared, the mouth moving, the small face-tentacles flaring as if savoring something - savoring him.
As if Tony’s proximity gave the alien as much pleasure as he felt now that they were together again.
“I need,” Tony started, then felt his chest tighten again as he wasn’t completely certain of what to say.
“Yes,” the other responded, its voice throaty and rough, yet rising with a note of tenor. “I will have you.”
Tony pressed his body closer then huffed out a desperate breath; a barrier was still between them, annoying and rough. He wanted to feel the other like a second skin, next to his own.
He moved back an inch and started tearing off his clothes which stood in the way of what he wanted as badly as the air he breathed - the sweet-smelling, mind-tingling air that made his skin flush hard as soon as he stood there naked, the light of the arc reactor the only thing between them as he moved forward again.
to be continued…
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers (MCU)
Genre: Erotica, drama, suspense
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Bruce Banner (Hulk), Clint Barton (Hawkeye), J.A.R.V.I.S., Nick Fury, Loki, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers (Captain America), Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Tony Stark (Iron Man), Thor
Pairings: Tony/OMC. Brief Tony/OFC/OMC. Implied past Pepper/Tony. OT6 (Bruce/Clint/Natasha/Steve/Thor/Tony) if you squint.
Summary: Tony disappears for days and returns with a rather unlikely companion, whom Tony then viciously protects from anyone who tries to separate them. Thor claims the alien is controlling Tony’s mind - but that is only the first of many problems the Avengers and Tony will be facing.
Complete.
Written for: Tentacle Big Bang (tentaclebigbang)
Also filling the “mind control” square on my card in Trope Bingo’s Round 1.
Artist: swcajolings / ART
Warnings: Sexual content between human/alien males (includes tentacles), brief het and slash threesome content (between humans), dubious consent/rape (sex while drugged/mind-controlled), (unwanted) male pregnancy, abortion, violence.
~ ~ ~
2: Trail
The human male left the others eventually, finding satisfaction and moving on.
It was a sign this was meant to be; the human moved into the darkness near the water, alone, as if searching for something.
He didn’t have to search for long.
When the human was close enough, he moved towards him from the shadows. The human heard his approach yet couldn’t see him until he was close, right before him - and then it was too late for him to avoid the inevitable. The human tried to fight, body poised to defend himself, but he held him firmly and released the pheromones that had been building up inside him in anticipation of this moment.
The human inhaled and his body soon flared up with signals the human race had no use for - but he could read them, discovering things about his biology he hadn’t been aware of before and changing his own signals accordingly. The human fell for it, his body responding, overriding his conscious mind; biology could not be controlled by thoughts.
He had the male right where he wanted him, accepting him and wanting him - until those two noisy humans emerged from the trees, startling them. He could not be seen, not yet. His connection to his chosen male wasn’t firm enough yet, but he had sunk in the hooks and had no cause for concern; he left a trail for him to follow. While he worked to find them a suitable, safe place away from interruptions, the male would follow him there.
- - -
Dawn was only hours away. There still wasn’t any light but Tony didn’t dare slow down; the scent was getting weaker and the trail might run cold. He cursed every breath of wind that forced him to stop and wait, to re-confirm the direction he was going.
As the sky began to slowly light up, Tony blinked against it. The world looked strange to him, the colors and sounds off, but he could almost see the trail he was following, along small, shadowy roads, pathways and alleys, away from the traffic and commotion of early morning.
When he finally squeezed through a hole in a wire fence, he stopped to inhale sharply at the rusty, weather-beaten metal. His eyes closed and his body heated up again. He was close, so close… Wriggling his body the rest of the way through and to the other side, he arrived at an old factory or warehouse, long out of commission by the looks of it. Kids and the homeless had probably been the only occupants here for years, the windows either boarded up or broken, some of the doors hanging open yet unwelcoming to anyone who might venture indoors into the dark depths of the abandoned building.
Tony sniffed, the scent filling him, marking the route he should take; around a building, along a wall, until he found stairs leading down and to a door that was shut but not locked. He opened it, shaking with anticipation, and finally, in the musty air and darkness the filthy shuttered windows provided, he knew he had found the other.
The alien let out a sound that traveled all the way to the base of Tony’s spine, making his legs feel a bit weak. He struggled to move his feet, to cross the distance, then finally felt the touch of the tentacles on his skin again, soothing, welcoming. The air smelled sweet next to the other, filling his nose and lungs, making him moan and sweat profusely beneath his clothing.
Another sound, not so much like a purr as it was a hungry growl.
Tony felt his skin flush in response and he was suddenly wearing too many clothes, each of them confining and blocking the touch he wanted, needed.
Hands touched his face, soft and cool. The fingers were almost frail, yet sharp talon-like claws scratched at his skin and were soon removed before they could make him bleed, replaced by the soft caress of the tentacles, drawing Tony into another half-kiss which warmed him from the inside and felt so much more intimate than anything he had ever done. His entire life paled in comparison to this moment and he moaned, pure and wanton, feeling sharp teeth nip at his lower lip, making it bleed. He whined and a tongue licked it away, rough and pointed.
The small tentacles of the other’s face, which had slowly crept forward again, retreated slowly, leaving Tony confused and meeting the strange, backwards eyes of the other: altogether black save for what looked like transparent irises. The four nostrils flared, the mouth moving, the small face-tentacles flaring as if savoring something - savoring him.
As if Tony’s proximity gave the alien as much pleasure as he felt now that they were together again.
“I need,” Tony started, then felt his chest tighten again as he wasn’t completely certain of what to say.
“Yes,” the other responded, its voice throaty and rough, yet rising with a note of tenor. “I will have you.”
Tony pressed his body closer then huffed out a desperate breath; a barrier was still between them, annoying and rough. He wanted to feel the other like a second skin, next to his own.
He moved back an inch and started tearing off his clothes which stood in the way of what he wanted as badly as the air he breathed - the sweet-smelling, mind-tingling air that made his skin flush hard as soon as he stood there naked, the light of the arc reactor the only thing between them as he moved forward again.
to be continued…