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Everyone had finally dispersed, mostly because Bruce had started snapping at people, and no one wanted to deal with the Hulk with a headache. Peter had gone to check in with his aunt, Ororo had gone to the roof to spend time with her garden, Logan had gone out to drink, and Janet had gone to call her mysterious boyfriend, apparently feeling the need to tell someone about the 'creepy snake people' at length.
Steve had dragged Tony back to their room; as soon as they had gotten there, Tony had collapsed onto the bed in a loose sprawl, one hand over his eyes. For people without healing factors, or the ability to control lightening, coming down off the mind-controlling snake venom naturally had a few unpleasant side effects.
Tony felt the mattress shift as Steve sat down on the bed next to him, resting a hand on the center of his chest. "Let me guess," Steve said, something that sounded suspiciously like amusement in his voice. "You have a headache?"
Tony lifted his hand just long enough to glare at Steve. "It's like a hangover, without any of the fun parts," he said. And also, thankfully, without any of the attendant emotional issues he tended to associate with being drunk, at this point.
Steve made a sympathetic humming noise, and ran his hand down Tony's chest, and up under the hem of his un-tucked shirt.
Without opening his eyes, Tony reached up, and grabbed Steve's belt, pulling him down.
Steve fell forward, letting most of his weight rest on Tony, pressing him back into the bed. It was a little uncomfortable; Steve had close to forty pounds of muscle on him, and he was heavy. Tony didn't object, though. At the moment, having him there was reassuring.
Getting brainwashed by the so-called 'Sons of the Serpent' had been a generally unpleasant experience, even aside from the side-effects of the venom. He could remember everything that he had done while under their control, but with the venom forcing him into mindless, docile obedience, he hadn't been able to do anything about it.
Tony unfastened Steve's belt, letting his fingers brush just below the waistband as he went, and Steve kissed him, first on the lips, then again, over the now barely-visible puncture marks on his neck. Tony arched up into him, smiling a little, though he didn't open his eyes.
Steve was the perfect curative for a bad day; it was one of many nice things about him. It was hard to stay down around Captain America, in more ways than one.
There was a sudden, sharp pain in his neck, over the little puncture marks. Tony opened his eyes, frowning up at Steve. "Did you just bite me?" he asked.
"Yes," Steve said, looking almost smug. "Now people will know you belong to me."
Tony couldn't help but laugh; Steve sounded so pleased with himself, as if he had just invented an entirely new concept.
He pulled Steve down again; he could deal with Steve's new-found possessiveness later.
* * *
Sunlight was spilling across the bed when Steve woke up. Tony was still asleep, curled against his side, head heavy on Steve's shoulder. Steve stretched, smiling.
The place where he had bitten Tony was slowly darkening; Steve blushed a little. He would admit that maybe he'd gotten a little carried away last night, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time.
Steve carefully slid his arm out from under Tony, and sat up. He stopped, frowning, looking down. There was something written on him.
"Property of Stark Enterprises" was written across his chest in black marker, in a very precise hand, complete with the swoosh.
"Tony!"
* * *
For the most part, Bruce liked his teammates. They were all fairly intelligent people -- well, except maybe for Logan, and they were all definitely good people -- again, except maybe for Logan. And most importantly, they didn't care that he was the Hulk. So Bruce liked them.
There were times that he found them a little frustrating, though.
Like this morning; Bruce might not be the most socially observant of people, but even he could tell that there was something up between Cap and Tony. Steve was actually glaring at Tony, while Tony was pointedly ignoring Steve.
And there was a very distinctive bruise on Tony's neck, just above the collar of his shirt.
"Wow, is that where the snake bit you?" Spiderman asked, bouncing slightly in his chair, oblivious as always.
"Yes, Peter. That's where the snake bit me," Tony said, giving Steve an inscrutable look over his coffee mug.
"Well, at least the snake didn't write it's name on you," Cap said, stabbing at his scrambled eggs with more force than was strictly necessary.
"Ew! The snake-people wrote stuff on us?" Janet said. "Did they write anything on me?" She twisted in her chair, trying to see her back, although anything there would have been covered by her costume.
"Don't worry, G-Girl," Wolverine said, smirking. He had obviously picked up on the subtext just as Bruce had. "I don't think the, ah, snakes, were interested in you."
This story directly follows issue 11 of Marvel Adventures - Avengers, with the snake-cult. It was inspired by a conversation in which elspethdixon and I were trying to decide whether there were any situations other than the one we have in the epic post CW fix-it fic, where we could realistically see Steve biting someone during sex.
Pure, disgusting fluff. Scans provided upon request.
Steve had dragged Tony back to their room; as soon as they had gotten there, Tony had collapsed onto the bed in a loose sprawl, one hand over his eyes. For people without healing factors, or the ability to control lightening, coming down off the mind-controlling snake venom naturally had a few unpleasant side effects.
Tony felt the mattress shift as Steve sat down on the bed next to him, resting a hand on the center of his chest. "Let me guess," Steve said, something that sounded suspiciously like amusement in his voice. "You have a headache?"
Tony lifted his hand just long enough to glare at Steve. "It's like a hangover, without any of the fun parts," he said. And also, thankfully, without any of the attendant emotional issues he tended to associate with being drunk, at this point.
Steve made a sympathetic humming noise, and ran his hand down Tony's chest, and up under the hem of his un-tucked shirt.
Without opening his eyes, Tony reached up, and grabbed Steve's belt, pulling him down.
Steve fell forward, letting most of his weight rest on Tony, pressing him back into the bed. It was a little uncomfortable; Steve had close to forty pounds of muscle on him, and he was heavy. Tony didn't object, though. At the moment, having him there was reassuring.
Getting brainwashed by the so-called 'Sons of the Serpent' had been a generally unpleasant experience, even aside from the side-effects of the venom. He could remember everything that he had done while under their control, but with the venom forcing him into mindless, docile obedience, he hadn't been able to do anything about it.
Tony unfastened Steve's belt, letting his fingers brush just below the waistband as he went, and Steve kissed him, first on the lips, then again, over the now barely-visible puncture marks on his neck. Tony arched up into him, smiling a little, though he didn't open his eyes.
Steve was the perfect curative for a bad day; it was one of many nice things about him. It was hard to stay down around Captain America, in more ways than one.
There was a sudden, sharp pain in his neck, over the little puncture marks. Tony opened his eyes, frowning up at Steve. "Did you just bite me?" he asked.
"Yes," Steve said, looking almost smug. "Now people will know you belong to me."
Tony couldn't help but laugh; Steve sounded so pleased with himself, as if he had just invented an entirely new concept.
He pulled Steve down again; he could deal with Steve's new-found possessiveness later.
* * *
Sunlight was spilling across the bed when Steve woke up. Tony was still asleep, curled against his side, head heavy on Steve's shoulder. Steve stretched, smiling.
The place where he had bitten Tony was slowly darkening; Steve blushed a little. He would admit that maybe he'd gotten a little carried away last night, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time.
Steve carefully slid his arm out from under Tony, and sat up. He stopped, frowning, looking down. There was something written on him.
"Property of Stark Enterprises" was written across his chest in black marker, in a very precise hand, complete with the swoosh.
"Tony!"
* * *
For the most part, Bruce liked his teammates. They were all fairly intelligent people -- well, except maybe for Logan, and they were all definitely good people -- again, except maybe for Logan. And most importantly, they didn't care that he was the Hulk. So Bruce liked them.
There were times that he found them a little frustrating, though.
Like this morning; Bruce might not be the most socially observant of people, but even he could tell that there was something up between Cap and Tony. Steve was actually glaring at Tony, while Tony was pointedly ignoring Steve.
And there was a very distinctive bruise on Tony's neck, just above the collar of his shirt.
"Wow, is that where the snake bit you?" Spiderman asked, bouncing slightly in his chair, oblivious as always.
"Yes, Peter. That's where the snake bit me," Tony said, giving Steve an inscrutable look over his coffee mug.
"Well, at least the snake didn't write it's name on you," Cap said, stabbing at his scrambled eggs with more force than was strictly necessary.
"Ew! The snake-people wrote stuff on us?" Janet said. "Did they write anything on me?" She twisted in her chair, trying to see her back, although anything there would have been covered by her costume.
"Don't worry, G-Girl," Wolverine said, smirking. He had obviously picked up on the subtext just as Bruce had. "I don't think the, ah, snakes, were interested in you."
This story directly follows issue 11 of Marvel Adventures - Avengers, with the snake-cult. It was inspired by a conversation in which elspethdixon and I were trying to decide whether there were any situations other than the one we have in the epic post CW fix-it fic, where we could realistically see Steve biting someone during sex.
Pure, disgusting fluff. Scans provided upon request.