Sucker 4 Starker

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[sucker4starker]

Chapter Ten: Enter In And Up Under Your Skin Like A Splinter

“I want it.”

Tony’s smile becomes even bigger. Satisfaction settles heavily in his chest. He lured Peter into his trap and it just snapped shut.

“Good”, he says leaning back in his chair. His eyes are never leaving Peter's, watching every change in his expression. Now he looks unsure of how to proceed, what to do with Tony’s answer.

“Good?”

“Very good”, he nods. “Fuck, I really want to touch you, baby.” And Tony has to admit to himself that it was the truth. He does want to touch Peter. But who can blame him? Peter is like an angel and Tony wants to defile him.

“Really?” Tony thrives in the questions for approval. The insecurity in Peter’s voice makes his blood boil.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

“Not really”, Peter negates. ”What do I do to you?”

“Fishing for compliments, are we?” Tony grins.

“Sorry, it’s just… You’re you and I am me. And I don’t really understand how you could be interested, you know?”

“Damn, you really don’t know.” Tony shakes his head in disbelief. “Sweetheart, you’re the whole fucking package. You’re smart, funny, pretty. And even though you don’t see it, others do. Bucky did.”

The reminder of Bucky seems to shake Peter. He glances over to the window and pushes his glasses further up his nose. “I think I need to go now.”

Tony smiles. “Of course, you need to go do your job. I can’t wait to see you again tomorrow.”

After Peter leaves, Tony is freed from his cuffs and left alone in his cell. He doesn’t waste any time before taking his phone from its hiding place and texts his right hand man Rhodey to get him Peter’s phone number.

He needs to stay on top of the situation and not let Peter think about it for too long. Therefore he needs another way of staying in touch except from the daily sessions.

Within an hour he got the phone number. Now he just needs to wait until it’s late enough to be safe Peter’s at home, so he can contact him in private.

—--

T: hey baby, miss me?

P: Who is this? I think you have the wrong number.

T: petey, don’t play. you know who I am

P: Tony?

T: bingo

P: How did you get my number?

T: one of my men got it for me. i couldn’t wait until tomorrow to talk to you again

P: Wait. How do you even have a phone in there?

T: shh, that’s a secret

T: so, do you?

P: Do I what?

T: miss me

P: You’re crazy

T: i know, even got the diagnosis and everything

T: didn’t answer my question tho

T: for the record, i do

P: You miss me?

T: why else would i work on getting your number and

T: texting you just a few hours after having seen you

T: petey?

P: Sorry. Just thinking

P: You really got my number through one your men?

T: of course, that’s what i have them for

P: To get in contact with your current plaything?

T: oh darling, are you jealous?

P: No.

T: liar

T: and for you information, you’re my only plaything

P: That sounds creepy.

T: you like it

P: Maybe a little

T: knew it

T: whatcha doing?

P: Lying in bed

T: thinking bout me? ;)

P: You’re unbelievable

T: that’s not a no

P: What about you?

T: what about me?

P: What are you doing?

T: oh you mean aside from all the great leisure activities you get in jail?

T: i’m lying in my kingsized luxury bed with silk sheets, enjoying my life

T: and i’m definitely thinking bout you

P: Wow. Sounds amazing

T: it is

P: Liar

T: you got me

T: maybe the bed is concrete

P: Maybe?

T: okay, it’s definitely concrete

T: still thinking bout you tho

P: I’m thinking about you too…

T: I KNEW IT!

P: Hard not to when you keep texting me

T: are you saying that’s the only reason you’re thinking bout me?

P: No..

T: what are you thinking about?

T: come on, petey, don’t get shy on me again

T: you did so well with all the sass

T: really gets me going

P: I was thinking about what you said earlier.

T: which part?

T: i said a lot of things

P: About Bucky

T: ah

P: The whole “he’s not what you need” thing

T: and?

P: Did you mean it?

T: i don’t say things i don’t mean

P: That’s definitely not true

T: fair

T: but this is

T: you’ve been thinking about this the whole evening?

P: I mean, yeah

P: You’re Tony Stark

T: and you’re peter parker

P: You don’t get the point.

T: i really don’t

T: sweetheart, you’re everything a man like me dreams about

T: and i mean that quite literally

P: You had a dream about me?

T: *dreams

T: quite regularly

P: What happened in them?

T: oh, all kinds of stuff

T: kissing you until you run out of breath

T: licking all over your body, tasting every inch of your skin

T: jerking your pretty little cock until you cum all over yourself

T: having your lips around my cock, my hands in your hair

T: opening you up on my fingers, until you’re ready to take my cock

T: you’re blushing, aren’t you?

P: You’re not here. You can’t know that.

T: don’t need to be

T: do you like it?

T: to know that i think about you like that

P: Yes

T: does it turn you on?

P: Yes

T: are you hard right now, baby?

P: Yes

T: such a good boy, answering all my questions

T: fuck, just thinking about you lying in your bed all hard for me

T: are you touching your little cock?

P: Yeah

T: i’m so hard right now

P: Really?

T: yeah, really

T: you’re so hot, sweetheart

P: You can’t even see me

T: my imagination’s pretty good

T: you want to see how hard i am for you, so you’ll finally believe me?

P: Please

T: always so polite

T: give me a second

Picture sent

T: did i lose you?

T: or did my pic blow your brains out

P: It’s really big

T: yeah, you like it, baby?

P: Yes

T: would you like to touch it?

T: suck it?

P: Yes

T: come on, baby

T: don’t be shy

T: your messages aren’t exactly screaming enthusiastic consent here

P: Sorry

P: I’m really nervous

T: i know, sweetheart

T: but daddy needs something to work with here

T: think you can do that?

P: Yes

T: Yes…?

P: Yes, daddy, I can do that

T: good boy

T: fuck, i want to ruin you

P: Want that too, daddy

T: want me to help you cum?

P: Yes, please

T: tell me, baby

T: have you ever played with your sweet virgin hole

T: or do you only ever touch your little cock?

P: The second one

T: aw, baby’s too shy to even write it

T: that’s sweet

T: bet you taste like it as well

T: you want to try touching your hole for daddy?

P: I don’t know how

T: daddy is gonna tell you how

P: Okay, daddy, I can try

T: good boy

T: okay, first you need to change your position

T: elbows and knees, baby

P: Done

T: perfect

T: now take your index and middle finger into your mouth

T: lick and suck them

T: make em real wet for me

T: answering might get kinda difficult with only your one hand

T: but i’m sure you can manage

T: right, baby?

P: Yes, daddy, I’ll try

T: okay, sweetheart

T: now take those fingers out

T: spread the spit around your hole

T: just the outside, no skipping ahead

T: how does it feel?

P: It’s cold and wet, but kind of good, I think

T: you’re doing great, petey

T: now slowly put one finger in

T: deep breaths and relax to make it easier

P: It’s in

P: Feels weird

T: just leave it inside for a moment

T: no moving

T: just get used to the feeling

P: Okay, daddy

T: fuck, baby

T: almost came just thinking about putting my fingers in your perfect ass

T: fucking you with them until you’re loose and sloppy for daddy

P: Yes, please

T: how you feelin now, petey?

P: Feels nice, daddy, can I move?

T: such a good boy for asking

T: yes, baby, you can move

T: but don’t take it out completely

T: just move your finger back and forth

T: and don’t rush it

P: Okay, taking it slow

P: Feels really good

T: i’m sure it does

P: It’s kind of hard to reach though

T: i know, baby

T: but don’t worry

T: when i get my hands on you, you don’t have to move a single muscle

T: just need to lie there and look pretty for me

T: daddy’s little pillow princess

P: Please, daddy

T: put your second finger in, sweetheart

T: i know you can take it

P: Feel so full

T: oh, you don’t know full

T: just imagine daddy’s cock in that tight little hole of yours

T: i’m going to wreck you

T: ruin you for every other man

P: Daddy, please..

T: what do you want, baby?

P: Please, can I cum, daddy?

T: yes, baby, cum for me

P: Thank you, daddy

T: how you feelin, petey?

P: So good, daddy

P: But did you…?

T: always so considerate

T: but yes, baby, i did

T: thinking about you doing so good for me

T: i came plenty

P: That’s nice

T: you feelin a bit sleepy, sweetheart?

P: Yeah, I’m tired

T: make yourself comfy, baby

T: you can go to sleep soon

T: but before you do

T: can i ask you for a favor, sweetheart?

P: Sure, daddy

T: i need you to deliver a message from me

P: What kind of message?

T: i’ll give you a note tomorrow

T: you just need to give it to a friend of mine

T: but you can’t read it

T: you could get in danger and we don’t want that, do we?

P: No

P: How do I deliver it?

T: i’ll explain everything tomorrow

T: it’s really sweet of you to do this for me, baby

T: can’t wait to see you tomorrow

T: all pretty and blushing with the knowledge of what we did tonight

T: but i don’t want to keep you from your beauty sleep

T: sweet dreams, petey

P: Good night, Tony

—--

Tony puts down his phone grinning. He’s satisfied both physically and mentally. The thoughts of Peter made him cum harder and faster than expected. But even better, Peter agreed to do him a favour. Sure it’s a small one, but he can’t just pull out the big guns directly just because he’s gotten the boy a killer orgasm.

Little by little he’s going to get Peter to do just about anything for him.

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Chapter Nine: I Need A Gangster To Love Me Better Than All The Others Do

Peter kept replaying his conversation with Bucky over and over again. And at some point he had to admit the real reason for it. It wasn’t that he was sad or upset about this falling out with Bucky. No, what actually bothers him is how little he cares.

He should care. Bucky and him had gone on two wonderful dates, had kissed and probably would’ve gone on more dates and kissed even more. That’s how it should’ve gone.

Peter should be heartbroken, feel guilty or at least disappointed. But the only thing he can think about is when he will see Tony again. And whether there might be something he can do to help with his injuries.

And that realization unsettles him far more than the fight with Bucky ever could.

By the time his next session with Tony comes around, Peter has come up with a way to help. It is against the rules, though, and Peter has never been much of a rulebreaker.

He spends the entire day nervous, convinced that one look at him will be enough for everyone to figure out exactly what he's planning.

Somehow, he makes it through.

When he finally arrives at Tony's cell, he doesn't so much as glance at Bucky. He simply steps inside.

“How are you feeling today?” He asks as he sits down.

Tony sighs, his face looking even worse than the day before. “Well, the pain always gets worse before it gets better, so…”

“I brought you something”, Peter says and turns to cast a quick look to the window checking if somebody is watching. Then he pulls a bottle of painkillers out of the pocket of his coat and hands it over to Tony.

Their fingers meet briefly as Tony accepts it. He takes a long look at Peter before he looks down into his hand.

It seems to take a moment for Tony to realize the situation. When he does, he too looks to the window and then puts the bottle in one of the pockets in his orange jumpsuit. He lifts his head again. Peter can’t identify the look in Tony’s eyes.

“Thanks,” the man simply says and his voice has never sounded so genuine before. It is more of a reaction than Peter had expected. It makes him smile.

“You’re welcome.” Peter doesn’t know what else to say. His thoughts are still racing and he’s unsure how to proceed. He simply looks at Tony.

The man’s gaze is searching his face. For what, Peter isn’t sure. “What’s on your mind today, doctor?”

Peter hesitates, unsure if he should talk to Tony about it. But then, he doesn’t have anybody else to talk to. So he says, “Bucky and I had a fight.”

“What was it about?”

Tony’s voice sounds genuinely interested, so Peter continues. “He thinks that you’re manipulating me.”

“And you don’t agree?”

“No”, he answers much too fast. Then adds, “Well, I don’t know. Are you? Everybody seems to hate you and thinks the worst of you, but I just can’t bring myself to do the same.”

Tony pauses as if he’s thinking about it. “If I was, you’d know. You’re too smart. If anything, you're the one manipulating me, doctor.”

Peter’s eyes widen in surprise. “How so?”

“You show up every day full of hope and worry and sweetness. And all that while looking so fucking pretty. Really messes with my head, darling.” Peter feels the heat rushing to his cheeks.

He doesn’t want to react like that at every little compliment. But he can’t help it. Every nice word from Tony makes him feel warm and fuzzy. He wants to hear more.

“If you ask me, Bucky isn’t right for you.”

Peter’s heart skips in his chest. “Why?”

“He’s not what you need. What you truly want.”

“And what do you think I want?”

“You’re smart, kind and pretty. That’s what everybody sees in you. That’s what Bucky sees. But you need someone who looks beneath the surface. There’s a fascination for darkness, an interest in testing limits and breaking rules others have laid upon you. Deep down, I think, you want someone who would burn down the world just to see you smile.”

Peter swallows hard. He should laugh and dismiss it. It should sound ridiculous. It doesn’t.

And he can’t shake the feeling that Tony isn’t talking about some imaginary person. He seems to be describing himself. Peter’s heart beats out of his chest at the possibility.

Is Tony talking about himself? Does he want to be that person for Peter? Could he have feelings for Peter as Peter has feelings for him?

“Uhm…”, is the only sound Peter makes, staring at Tony, who just sits there and looks at him with that attentive gaze and cocky smile. The man leans forward as much as he can in his seat, coming face to face with Peter.

“Tell me you want it.” Tony’s voice is a whisper, but the words echo loudly through Peter’s ears. He feels Tony’s breath on his face. His entire body is buzzing with nerves.

“Peter?”

He’s a good person and Tony’s a criminal. He shouldn’t. He knows, he shouldn’t. He should listen to his head. But for the first time in his life, he doesn’t want to.

“I want it”, he says almost inaudibly, but Tony’s answering grin shows that the man heard him nonetheless.

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Chapter Eight: Forgive Me For My Wrongs, I Have Just Begun

Bucky can’t take this. Yesterday Peter practically ran out of work, and today he’s back playing it down as if nothing ever happened. And even though Fury told him that Peter said it had just been some sudden sickness, Bucky knows Stark is behind it. He must have said something to Peter. Something out of line. Maybe even threatening.

Now Bucky stands in front of the door to Stark’s cell and it kills him not knowing what they talk about in there. It bothered him before, but now it’s worse. He knows Stark. Knows how good he is at getting into people’s heads. And he’s gotten to know Peter too.

He still can’t believe Peter agreed to not one but two dates with him. And even let Bucky kiss him.

Peter is smart, kind and so damn pretty. But he’s naive too. Too trusting. Exactly the kind of person someone like Stark would latch onto.

The minutes tick by and he can’t help glancing through the window over and over again. Hoping to catch Stark in the act. But it isn’t any help, when the man’s strongest weapon is his voice. And Bucky can’t hear a damn thing.

“What’s going on, Buck?” Sam interrupts his thoughts.

“Nothing’s going on.”

“Okay, sure. So you didn’t beat the shit out of a prisoner over a hunch that he did something? And there’s definitely nothing going on with you and the doctor, who I know for a fact is exactly your type?”

“Shut up, Sam.” Bucky rolls his eyes. Sam might be his friend, but he’s also a pain in the ass. “And it wasn’t any prisoner. It was Stark.”

Before Sam can press any further, there’s a knock on the other side of the door. Bucky rips it open in an instant, not wanting Peter to spend even one second longer with Stark than is absolutely necessary.

When Peter steps out of the cell, Bucky straightens. His eyes search Peter’s face for any sign that something happened. Fear. Nervousness. Anything.

But Peter’s face gives nothing away..

“Everything okay, doc?” Sam asks casually.

“Of course,” Peter says a little too quickly. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

Bucky’s stomach twists.

Because that’s exactly the kind of answer someone gives when things are definitely not okay.

“Can we please talk now?” Bucky asks, realising how desperate he sounds.

“Not now. You can’t leave your post and I really don’t want to do this in front of an audience.” With that Peter hurries down the hallway, not looking back.

—--

Bucky had to endure another few hours of just standing in front of Stark’s cell and thinking about Peter. When his relief finally comes, he heads straight for Peter’s office.

The door is already open. Bucky knocks against the frame before stepping inside.

“Peter, please, let us talk about this.”

The younger man looks up and sighs. “Fine. Let’s talk. Why did you do it?” The sharpness in Peter’s voice catches Bucky off guard.

“Do what?”

“You know what I mean. You beat him up like a fucking maniac.” Well something is definitely wrong. He has never heard Peter cuss before. And he seems genuinely angry. At Bucky. As if Stark doesn’t deserve much worse than a little beating for all the shit he’s done.

Bucky feels the anger rising in him as well. “Did he tell you that?”

“The wounds weren’t exactly hard to find, but Tony told me it was you who did it.”

“Tony?” Bucky stares at him. What the fuck is going on?

“What?”

“You call him Tony?”

Peter freezes. His expression shifts as if he suddenly realizes what he said and doesn’t know how to take it back. “No..”

“You just did.” Peter opens his mouth, but Bucky doesn’t let him speak. “Do you think he’s your friend or something? He’s a criminal. He’s taken so many innocent lives and he doesn’t even care. He’s a monster.”

“He’s not a monster.” Everything in Peter’s voice and face tells Bucky he actually believes it.

“So now you’re defending him?”

“Well, nobody else does.”

“Why should they? Not like he ever cared about anyone but himself.”

“He cares about me.”

Bucky can’t do anything but stare at Peter for a few moments. His anger slowly fading, leaving only worry behind. I think I lost him before I even had him, he thinks sadly.

“Do you even hear yourself?”

Peter’s jaw tightens. “I hear myself just fine, thank you.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you do. You actually think he cares about you? I care about you, Peter, and I can’t watch you being manipulated by him.”

“Then don’t.” Peter’s voice is cold as ice as he takes his bag and brushes past him without another glance.

“Peter…” Bucky tries once more, but Peter doesn’t even slow down.

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Chapter Seven: I'm A Slave To Your Game

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

What was that?

Peter presses both hands against the sink, breathing hard as he stares at his own reflection. His cheeks are still burning. His pulse still racing.

He feels sick. Not because of what Tony said. Because of how his own body had reacted to it.

He needs to get out of here.

So he does.

He quickly collects his things from his office before bolting out of the asylum. Only when he stands at the subway waiting for the next train does he realize that he didn’t tell Fury - or anyone else for that matter - about his early departure.

Fuck! He’s totally going to lose his job.

Peter quickly types out an email to Fury on his phone. Something about not feeling well and having to leave early. That he’ll be back tomorrow, feeling better.

He looks around, suddenly feeling disconnected from the world around him. People rushing about, bumping shoulders, mouths moving too fast.

But Peter only hears one thing.

Tell daddy.

He stands on the train squeezed in with dozens of other people chattering.

Tell daddy.

He walks from the subway to his apartment.

Tell daddy.

He falls onto his couch.

Tell daddy.

What the hell is wrong with him? Tears start filling his eyes.

He knew he liked older men like that. He also knew that he was attracted to Tony. And yet, he knew nothing could ever happen. No matter how charming or beautiful, the man is still a criminal.

Peter thought he had it under control. That he could bypass his feelings to do his job. Be professional about it.

In search of a distraction from his racing thoughts, he looks at his phone and then quickly discards it again. Multiple missed calls and messages from Bucky. Peter doesn’t want his care right now.

He tosses and turns in his bed and by the time night turns into morning, he has kind of straightened out his thoughts. Yes, he is very much attracted to Tony. There’s nothing he can do about that. But he can still do his job. And he will. He’ll tell Fury it was just a sudden sickness and he’s good to continue his assignment.

However he’s still not quite sure what to do about Bucky. Bucky is sweet and attentive. Everything he should want. And he doesn’t want to string him along, when he knows whatever it is he feels for Tony is much more intense. But at the end of the day, nothing can ever happen with Tony. Bucky is the safe choice.

—--

When Peter gets to the asylum that morning, he makes his way to Director Fury’s office first. The door is open and the man waves him in with a stern expression on his face.

“Dr. Parker. Care to explain what the fuck happened yesterday?”

Peter’s eyes instantly fill with tears, he can’t deal with disappointment like this. He tries blinking them away and steady his voice. “Director Fury, I’m terribly sorry about all of this. It was extremely unprofessional of me and if you think it would be best to fire me, that would…”

“Dr. Parker!” Fury interrupts him harshly. “I didn’t ask for an apology, I asked for an explanation. So explain.”

“Yes, of course. Sorry, Sir.” Peter takes a deep breath. “You see, I haven’t been feeling so good the whole day yesterday, but I didn’t think there was actually something wrong. I thought maybe I ate something bad or something like that. But when I got into To- Mr. Stark’s cell I got really dizzy. Maybe it was the lights. They’re very bright and exhausting for the eyes. Anyways, I suddenly felt really sick and ran out of there to the nearest restroom to… you know. After that I was just kind of out of it, can’t even remember how I got home. I’m really sorry again, I should have told somebody instead of just bolting out of here.”

“Is that really all it was, Dr. Parker?”

Peter forces himself to meet Fury’s gaze. “Yes, Sir. What else would it be?”

“Barnes seems to think that Stark said something to you to make you run. Threatened you or something.”

Peter tries his best to suppress the anger at finding out Bucky went to Fury about him. He takes a steadying breath and says, “Mr. Stark had nothing to do with what happened yesterday. He behaved the same way he always does.”

“If you say so, Dr. Parker. Then you can get back to work, but I don’t want anything like this to happen ever again. If you feel sick again, you tell someone from the staff or come to me directly. Otherwise the next time you will be fired.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Peter hurries to get out of the office.

—--

Later that day, as he turns into the hallway where Tony’s cell is located, Bucky is on him in an instant. Talking to him, but Peter doesn’t listen. He can’t deal with this right now.

“I have to work. We’ll talk later, okay?” He says, already moving past Bucky towards the door. Wilson opens it and Peter goes inside.

The sight he’s met with shocks him to his core. Tony’s face is covered in bruises and wounds. Black, blue and red.

“What happened to you?”

“Why don’t you ask your perfect, little boyfriend?” Tony’s voice sounds raspy, exhausted.

“Bucky did this?” Peter turned around to look out the window even though he knew he wouldn’t see the man there.

“Surprised?” Tony says jokingly.

“Of course, I am.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be. I told you in our very first session that he worked for me. Mole or not, men like him don’t survive this long in my ranks without getting comfortable with violence.”

Peter has to hold himself back of reaching out his hand to caress Tony’s face. Instead he asks, “Does it hurt?”

“Like a bitch.” Tony sounds exhausted. Honest.

“Do you get painkillers?”

“As if they would do anything to make me feel better about this.”

Anger rises in Peter. “That’s fucked up. You should still get medical care.”

“Hm, I think that’s the first time I heard you cuss. Didn’t think you had it in you. It’s cute.”

“Thanks.” Peter can’t stop the blush rising on his cheeks. Why did he say that?

Tony leans forward a bit and says, “You know, Peter. I live for these moments with you.”

Warmth floods his body at the sentiment, but he tries not to show it, “You really shouldn’t say something like this to your doctor.”

“And yet you like hearing it.”

“Yes”, Peter admits softly.

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Chapter Six: Never Going Slow, We Pick Up The Pace

It has been two days since their last session. Tony has spent most of that time thinking about Peter. And getting off. Multiple times.

But he hasn’t been able to fully relax after finding out that Barnes had asked his doctor out on a date. Amd apparently they’ve already been on two by now. How did the dates go? Did they kiss? Did they have sex? He’s going to have to murder Barnes earlier than planned if that was the case.

Tony has already been prepped - chained - for today’s session when he hears muffled voices outside his cell. And then he sees Peter and Barnes talking. Right in front of his fucking window. Tony watches Peter avoid eye contact and fake a smile. Interesting.

And then Barnes TOUCHES him. That fucking bastard. Nobody is allowed to touch Tony’s property. And that’s exactly what Peter has become to him.

So when the boy enters his cell a few moments later and the door closes behind him, Tony can’t stop himself from saying, “Trouble in paradise?”

“What?” Peter asks as if being pulled from his thoughts.

“You and Barnes.”

“How do you know about that?”

Tony smirks. “How are you still surprised? You know I got my sources. And also your little talk right in front of my only window? Not exactly subtle. So, is there?”

Peter shifts slightly in his chair. “Everything is going great with Bucky.”

“Really? So you two had fun on your little date, maybe after?”

“It’s really none of your business.”

“Oh, don’t tell me Barnes didn’t shoot his shot. I’ve seen him in action and he definitely isn’t lacking.”

“I really don’t want to hear all that, Mr. Stark." There was no real push behind the words.

Tony leans back slightly in his chair and hums. “Tell me, Peter,” he says casually. “Are you a virgin?”

Peter averts his gaze down but not before Tony can see a pretty blush settle on the boy’s cheeks. The boy doesn’t answer his question. Then again, he doesn’t need to. Peter’s reaction is all the confirmation Tony needs. And the fact that Pete’s virginity is still intact is enough to make heat rush through his body right to his cock.

“But surely you’ve done some experimenting on yourself?”

No reaction. Then a tiny nod. Tony feels almost giddy at Peter actually answering this time. He wants more.

“And what do you think about when you do?”

Peter stays quiet, not moving a muscle, still not meeting his gaze.

“Come on, sweetheart”, he taunts. He pauses. Then softer, “Tell daddy.”

Peter’s head snaps up immediately. Bingo!

The boy’s cheeks are still adorably pink and his mouth slightly open, but still he doesn’t answer. Tony had suspected it for a while now. He had just been waiting for the perfect opportunity to test it.

Peter stutters helplessly, not one whole word leaving his mouth. The boy stands up quickly and hammers on the door until it opens.

“Peter! Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Bucky’s worried voice makes Tony grimace.

The door closes, but through the small window Tony watches Peter ignore Barnes completely, practically bolting down the hallway. Tony couldn’t help but smile. Peter hadn’t turned to Barnes in comfort.

Barnes turns around to look at Tony through the glass. His eyes go wild with rage and second later the cell door is being ripped open.

Barnes charges at Tony. The first punch connects with Tony’s jaw, blood fills his mouth immediately. And Barnes doesn’t stop. He’s taking hit after hit at Tony’s face while shouting, “What did you say to him, asshole?”

The whole time Wilson stands in the door, shotgun ready. But Tony doesn’t react to the beating. He can’t do much with his hands still tied, but also he doesn’t want to. He revels in the fact that he made Barnes break character. So he just takes it and smiles until Barnes is done and leaves him.

Because even if it doesn’t look like it, Tony is the one who won. Even though Peter had fled and he had just got beaten the shit out of, Tony can’t help but be smug about it. He knows what he saw. Perfect Peter Parker had gotten a hard on because of Tony’s words.

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Chapter Five: You Were Holding His Hand And I'll Never Be The Same

Looking back on the past week, Peter could think of only two things: sessions with Tony Stark and dates with Bucky Barnes. Two things that couldn’t be more different. Two people that couldn’t be more different.

After Bucky had warned Peter about Tony, the man had asked him out to dinner the next day. Bucky drove them to a small place just outside the city. They ate pasta and talked and laughed. A lot.

Until then Bucky had seemed to him more like the stoic, grumpy type, but Peter quickly realised that it was simply his work persona. There at the restaurant, he was relaxed, funny and attentive. And though Bucky was clear about his intentions by calling their dinner a date, he was a perfect gentleman.

Apart from a hand on Peter’s back to guide him to their table and a brush of fingertips while handing over the menu, there was no touching. But Bucky looked. He looked like he wanted to know Peter inside and out, like he didn’t want to miss even the smallest thing. Peter didn’t think anyone had ever looked at him like this. Well apart from Tony, maybe.

And he gave Peter compliments. Lots of them. Called him sweet, and pretty, and beautiful. Peter blushed a deep red every time.

And even though the other man didn’t try to kiss him after bringing Peter home, he did ask for a second date. Peter didn’t really understand why someone like Bucky would ask out someone like him. And to be honest, he still doesn’t, but of course he agreed.

Bucky is everything Peter had never dared to dream about. Kind, funny, smart. Sure, there is an obvious age gap, with Peter being only twenty-three and Bucky being in his mid-thirties,. But to be quite honest Peter always kind of had a thing for older men. And Bucky didn’t seem to mind, so where’s the harm in that?

So they went on their second date two days later. It was a Sunday and they were both off work, so they met for coffee. Peter had a sweet drink with minimal caffeine but loaded with sugary syrups, while Bucky drank his coffee black. They teased each other about it. When their cups were empty neither of them was quite ready for the date to end, so they went for a stroll in the park next to the cafe.

They walked close to each other. The backs of their hands brushed against each other every now and then and Peter was trying to gather the courage to take Bucky’s hand. His hand flexed but he couldn’t get himself to go through with it. Then a larger hand slipped into his smaller one. Peter carefully looked up and was met with a smile so wide and genuine it made him blush.

Hand in hand, they walked to Peter’s apartment building, stopping at the front door. They said their goodbyes and he was almost at the door, when Bucky called his name. Peter turned and waited for him to continue.

“May I kiss you?” Bucky asked.

Peter’s cheeks burned red as he nodded. “Yeah.”

With the confirmation Bucky closed the space between them, carefully placed one hand against Peter’s cheek and leaned in to kiss him.

It wasn’t Peter’s first kiss, but it was his first adult one. It was nice. Though he had to admit he expected more. Especially with Bucky being older and more experienced, he thought he would get devoured. But instead the kiss was only slightly too long to count as a peck. No tongue, no passion, no shaky breaths.

Bucky leaned back, locked eyes with Peter and smiled. “See you tomorrow, Pete.” With that he turned around and left.

When Peter gets to his apartment, he feels restless. Does Bucky not want him like that? But then what were the dates all about?

And that isn’t the only thing going through his head right now. If he’s being completely honest with himself, he couldn’t stop thinking about his latest sessions with Tony.

The last few times they saw each other Tony was surprisingly open to Peter. Telling him about his abusive father, absent mother, his first drug deal, his first time in jail and even his first kill.

The man had experienced so much trauma it was no wonder he became the man he is now. Peter could see how these things could bring Tony to believe that there were no truly good people.

Tony… Wait. TONY!? Since when did he start calling Mr. Stark Tony?

Peter hasn’t once stopped moving since entering his apartment, but this realization makes him stop in his tracks. When did that happen? He can’t remember. In their sessions Peter still called him Mr. Stark but at some point he must have started to think of the man as Tony.

He needs to sit down.

He drops down on his couch, throws off his glasses and rubs both hands down his face.

Tony Stark is a criminal. A mob boss. A manipulator. And a killer.

And yet Peter sits in his apartment thinking about him instead of the man he had shared two wonderful dates and a perfectly nice kiss with.

Peter squeezes his eyes shut. He really needs to get out of his head.

As soon as the thought forms, his hand snakes into his pants and boxers to close it around his dick. He doesn’t want to drag this out, just get it over with fast to hopefully let off some steam and get some quiet from his own thoughts. Maybe even a good night's sleep.

He isn’t hard yet but slowly getting there as he strokes up and down. His thoughts wander to Bucky. The piercing blue eyes watching his every move. The beard framing his face handsomely. The muscled arms hidden beneath dark fabric.

Peter thinks about their kiss. Chaste and careful. Then he thinks about how he had wanted it to go instead. Passionate. Desperate. Their tongues moving fast and uncontrolled against each other. A large, strong body cornering him against a brick wall. Then a ring-covered hand settling against his throat.

The grip tightening just slightly before the kiss breaks apart. And when Peter opens his eyes, he’s met with Mr. Stark’s smug smile.

Peter cums.

He didn’t sleep after that.

He mulls over what that means for him. For his job. For Tony. For Bucky. Until his alarm goes off the next morning.

The morning passes by in a blur until Peter’s back at work on the way to his next session with Mr. Stark (he refuses to think of him as Tony today). All the while wondering how he is going to act around Mr. Stark or Bucky after what happened last night.

He hasn’t come up with a good solution, when he turns around the corner to Mr. Stark’s cell and directly locks eyes with Bucky.

“Hey, Pete.” The man smiles.

“Hey”, Peter answers, not sure what else to say.

Bucky’s blue eyes scan his face carefully. “You look exhausted.”

“Yeah, well. Didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“You okay?” Bucky asks, sounding worried.

Peter has to look away. He can’t look at Bucky’s worried eyes knowing full well what he’d done. “I’m fine”, he says and fakes a smile.

Bucky doesn’t seem to buy it. He steps into Peter’s space and one hand settles on Peter’s arm. “You know you can talk to me right?”

“I know,” Peter assures him, finally looking back up with a weak smile.

“Okay.” Bucky smiles as he takes back his hand and moves into position to let Peter into the cell. Peter takes a deep breath before entering.

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Chapter Four: I Started A Joke

He’d seen it in Peter’s eyes in their session yesterday. Those big brown eyes framed by thick glasses. They were full of hope and sympathy. I’d really like to understand. Ugh. But Tony knew the moment he said it that this was his chance to get the pretty doctor on his side.

The younger man desperately wants to understand him. Dangerous territory. But damn, was it going to make things easy for Tony. All he needs to do now is give Peter a few tragic stories from his past to humanize him and before long the boy will do anything Tony asks of him.

—--

At their next session Tony tells Peter about being beaten to unconsciousness by his father at thirteen years old.

“I woke up the next morning covered in bruises all over my body. Nobody at school even looked at me. I’m sure they noticed. They must’ve. But they knew my father and didn’t want to get in his way”, Tony explains while playing with the rings on his fingers.

—--

Next he talks about his first drug deal.

“I was fifteen. I’d never even had a sip of alcohol before, much less tried drugs. I heard of older boys selling drugs in hidden spots around the school. So I followed one of them. Told him I would tell on him if he didn’t give me the contact of his supplier. I got the info and a few days later a well-paying job.”

Peter looked at him with a questioning expression. “Why did you do it?”

“Well, Peter, not everybody has the privilege of having a parental figure that cares enough to provide for their kids. So I had to find a way to do that myself.” Tony shrugs.

—--

In another session Tony reveals:

“My first time in jail was as a teenager. They took me in for carrying drugs. Took my data and fingerprints and then put me in a cell while trying to get my legal guardian there. Turns out my legal guardian was too drunk to answer the phone.”

Tony could see the pity on Peter’s face. “So what happened then?”

“Had to stay overnight. Best sleep I got in a year.”

—--

After that Tony decides it’s time for the big guns.

“In my last year of high school it became clear I wouldn’t graduate. I was too busy dealing and building a small fortune for myself to bother with school work.

“I just finished a deal in a back alley. The buyer was already gone and I was on my way to go home. A homeless man must have seen the money I had been handed and decided he could use it more than me. He pulled the money from my pocket and ran. I followed right after. Got to him at the edge of the main street. Tackled him down and took my money back.

“Only when I stood back up did I realize he didn’t move. Then I saw the blood. Lots of it. He split his head open right there on the sidewalk, because I shoved him.”

He could see Peter’s eyes getting misty at that. Just slightly. Almost unnoticeably. But by now Tony can’t help but notice every little thing about the boy.

“You see, your first kill is always the hardest.” It’s true. For him just like everybody else. But what’s also true is that it gets easier with every one after that. Until one day you won’t even waste another second thinking about it. But Peter doesn’t need to know that. Yet.

“But it was an accident.” Peter’s voice was small, but as always the voice of reason. Doesn’t matter. He fell right into Tony’s trap.

“A kill is a kill”, Tony says matter-of-factly.

—--

Tony doesn’t want to admit it, but with every session his fascination for Peter grows. And not because of the hope or optimism the younger man radiates, but because of the potential.

Tony sees it. Behind those eyes there is fascination for the darkness.

He’s agitated. That was not the plan. An image forms in his mind. He can’t help it. It shows Peter by his side. Working for him. Killing for him. Heat shoots through Tony’s body, making his cock harden at the thought.

Peter shooting or stabbing someone. Sprinkles of blood sticking to his face and crisp white dress shirt as he kneels over a corpse. Looking up at Tony with his big brown eyes. Waiting for a sign of approval. A nod. A smile. Anything. Tony uses one hand to squeeze his dick to release some tension.

Fuck, it’s not enough.

He opens the buttons of his orange jumpsuit, pushing the top part down over his hips, taking his boxers with it. Tony’s hand moves back down, closing around his shaft, this time with no barrier. He groans at the feeling.

And as he starts moving his hand up and down his thick cock, the picture of Peter forms in his mind again. Tony would give a nod of approval and it would be answered with a big, toothy smile filled with pride. He would leave the boy kneeling for him right there in the pool of blood, open his pants and let Peter work for another kind of approval. And he had no doubt the boy would do so gladly.

Peter would pull out Tony’s cock and start by giving it kitten licks all over. It’s all very innocent. So very Peter. Testing the waters before taking the tip into his mouth carefully. Trying to take more and more of Tony’s length until it would hit the back of his throat. Peter would splutter and pull back at the unfamiliar feeling.

But Tony would yank on the luscious brown curls with his ringed fingers and pull the boy back down on his cock. Not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt and then fucking Peter’s mouth. Their eyes would be locked the whole time. Tears and spit running down the boys’ face as he’s taking desperate breaths whenever he can. Peter wouldn’t try to stop him, just taking it like a good boy until Tony cums down his throat. Peter would swallow all of it and then show Tony his brightest smile again.

Peter has probably never done anything like this before. He could very well still be a virgin with how innocent he acts. Fuck, is he?

Tony cums right then. With a loud groan his cum lands on his white undershirt. It takes him a moment to gather himself before opening his eyes and look around.

Through the bulletproof glass he locks eyes with Barnes. The guard looks unimpressed by the performance he no doubt witnessed. Tony doesn’t care. It wasn’t his first time getting off in here, and it wasn’t Barnes’ first time having seen it. Tony just puts his dick back into his boxers and leans back against the wall with a smug smile.

After that, jerking off to thoughts of Peter in various positions became a regular occurrence for Tony.

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Chapter Three: You Should Know Better

Peter can’t sleep. It’s already well past midnight, but his thoughts are too loud to rest. He has been going over the notes from his session with Mr. Stark for several hours, but he still can’t seem to wrap his head around it.

These people don’t want to be fixed.

Peter presses the heels of his hands against his eyes with a frustrated sigh, his glasses had long been discarded. He never thought about it that way before. Was it naive to believe people could change if someone just tried hard enough to help them?

And worse…

Was Mr. Stark right about him? Peter likes helping people. He always has. But helping people also makes him feel useful. Needed. Good.

Does that make it selfish?

The thought leaves an uncomfortable weight in his chest. Because no matter how much Peter wants to dismiss everything that came out of Tony Stark’s mouth today…

Part of it felt true.

He doesn’t know how late it was when he finally falls asleep, but when his alarm goes off the next morning he has a plan. Tony probably never learned that people can do nice things without bad intentions, which is why he doesn’t believe good people exist, but Peter was going to prove him wrong.

—--

“You’re late, doctor.” The raspy voice of Tony Stark greets Peter as he enters the cell five minutes too late. The man sits there, in the same place as the days before. Hands cuffed and connected to the metal handles of his chair by metal chains.

“I didn’t realize you were in charge of my work schedule”, Peter replies while taking his seat.

“I’m not. But neither are you. So what’s with the rebellion?”

Peter reaches into the pocket of his coat. “I brought you something.” He places a small red stuffed cat on the table between them. “It’s a kitty”, he says awkwardly.

Mr. Stark doesn’t say anything or move to pick up the plushie, he just stares at the item. The silence makes Peter anxious. He realizes how silly it is to give a grown man in his late forties, a MOBSTER, a stuffed toy. What was he thinking?

“What…”

“It’s just a gift”, Peter explains quickly. “I thought you probably don’t really get those.”

“Tell me, Peter”, Mr. Stark says, eventually taking his eyes off the toy. “How did we go from you bolting out in fear to you bringing me a gift?” He says the word gift like it personally offended him.

Peter shifts slightly in his chair. “I thought about what you said. About us being different. I don’t know how you became who you are or why you do the things you do without feeling guilty.” A pause. “But I’d really like to understand.”

Mr. Stark stares at Peter with an expression he can’t quite place.

“You want to know how I got to where I am? What makes me tick?” The man asks with an unsettling look in his eyes.

“Yes”, Peter says quietly, nodding.

“I’ll tell you. Under one condition.” Mr. Stark looks at Peter expectantly.

“What kind of condition?”

“You can’t tell Fury anything I tell you in here.”

“I can’t promise that. It is literally my job to report to him.” Peter’s voice fell a bit higher than normal, almost painfully sharp in his own ears.

“You can still do that. You just leave out a few things.” Mr. Stark makes it sound so easy. It probably is for him. After all, compared to Peter, he has decades of experience bending the rules to his will.

Peter knows he should say no immediately. But how can he let this opportunity slide? The opportunity to get a look into the fascinating mind of this man. So he agrees.

Mr. Stark hums. “You’re braver than I thought.” He sounds almost impressed.

Peter can’t explain it, but something warm settles in his chest at the praise. Which is ridiculous. He shouldn’t care what this man thinks of him. And yet, he does.

Peter pulls himself out of his thoughts. It doesn’t matter. Even if he can’t tell Fury yet, he’s going to find a way around the threat eventually. For now he’s going to make the most of this new opportunity.

Pushing up his glasses, he says, “So, Mr. Stark. Tell me something about yourself. Something real.”

“You know, doctor, people always seem to argue whether people like me are born like this or shaped by their surroundings.”

“Which one do you believe?”

“Both.” Mr. Stark locks eyes with Peter. “I guess I never was an easy child. Always testing the rules, not caring about repercussions. Didn’t even think about them.” A pause. “But then again. My father wasn’t an easy person either.”

Peter stays quiet. He just looks at Mr. Stark, not wanting to interrupt and possibly make the man overthink trusting him with this.

“He liked control. My father. Though he couldn’t control his own emotions.” A humorless smile tugs at the man’s lips. “Funny, don’t you think? He also liked throwing stuff. Preferably beer bottles. Sometimes he aimed at the wall. Sometimes not.”

“What about your mother?” Peter asks carefully.

Mr. Stark’s face gives away nothing about the emotions inside. But Peter knows that doesn’t mean there are none. “What about her?”

“Did she protect you?” Peter’s gaze is fixed on the other man’s face hoping to catch a glimpse of something. Anything.

But the man just rolls his eyes. “That’s cute, doctor. You think this is a story with a happy ending. But you know what I am today, so how could it be?”

“What are you today?”

Mr. Stark leans forward in his seat as far as he can manage with the cuffs binding him to the chair. Not even two feet separate their faces when the man whispers, “A monster.” Peter can almost feel the warm breath of the word on his face.

“You really believe that?”

“Does it matter?” And with that Mr. Stark is again leaning back lazily in his chair as if nothing happened.

“I asked you a question.”

“And I gave you an answer.”

Peter takes a moment to let his gaze wander over the man sitting in the chair opposite him. The chains around his wrists. The expensive rings still sitting on his fingers. The calm expression on his face while talking about violence like it’s the weather.

A monster.

That’s probably what everybody sees looking at him. And maybe Mr. Stark heard it often enough to start believing it himself. But Peter can’t bring himself to think the same. Monsters aren’t supposed to feel this human.

Before Peter can figure out what to say next, surprisingly Mr. Stark starts talking again. “My father hit her more often than not. She up and left when I was 8 years old. Didn’t spare one thought on the son she left behind with her abusive husband. That’s a mother’s love to you.”

“You know what the worst part was?” Mr. Stark asks, but doesn’t wait for Peter to answer. “I spent years hoping she’d come back for me. Kids are stupid like that.” He chuckles darkly at that.

“That’s not stupidity. It’s hope”, Peter explains.

“All the same to me.” Mr. Stark shrugs. “Are you always this optimistic?”

“Somebody has to be.”

“Sounds exhausting”, Mr. Stark says. The words hit far closer to home than Peter would ever admit out loud.

“Thank you for humouring me”, Peter says looking at his watch. “Session’s over for today. See you tomorrow, Mr. Stark.”

“See you tomorrow, Dr. Parker. And don’t forget our deal.”

Peter nods before knocking at the door, smiling victoriously as he leaves the cell and heads to his office.

—--

A knock on his open office door pulls Peter out of his thoughts. “Dr. Parker? You have a minute?”

“Mr. Barnes. Come on in.” Peter gestures to the empty chair opposite of him.

“Please call me Bucky”, the guard says as he takes a seat.

“Peter”, he nodded. “So, Bucky, what can I do for you?”

“It’s just… You need to be careful with Stark.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because he’s good at getting into people’s heads.”

“I’m aware of who I’m working with”, Peter says defensively. Of course, another person that doesn’t believe he can handle himself.

“Look, I’m not saying you’re not good at your job. I saw you today, talking to him. It looked like he actually told you something of substance which is more than any other doctor before has pulled out of him. But… you’re young and pretty. Exactly the kind he loves to break.”

“I can look out for myself”, Peter assures the man. Though he’s not quite sure if he would believe himself.

“Of course you can. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come on too strong.” He pauses. “It’s just that I know first hand how good Stark is at manipulating everybody around him.”

So that’s what this is about, Peter thinks. “How long did you work for him?”

“A couple of months. It took a while to climb the ranks to get any important info at all. Had to do lots of fucked up stuff to get there. Nothing to be proud of. But it got him here, so I guess that counts for something, right?”

Peter can’t imagine how hard it must be to deal with something like that. To have to do things that go against your morals because of a higher goal. He smiles encouragingly. “You don’t have to be so hard on yourself. You did it for the right reasons.”

“Are you doing your psychiatrist bit on me right now?” Bucky asks, acting outraged (and badly at that).

“I might”, Peter answers, a big grin spreading on his lips.

Bucky answers with a smile just as bright. Peter thought nothing could have made this man more attractive. He’d been wrong.

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Chapter Two: Devoted To Destruction

Peter Benjamin Parker. Born August 10th, 2001, in Forest Hills, Queens. His parents died when he was two years old, after that he was raised by his aunt and uncle, May and Ben Parker. His uncle died several years later, leaving Peter and his aunt on their own.

He graduated high school at sixteen. Earned his pre-med bachelor’s degree at nineteen before completing medical school at twenty-three.

Impressive, Tony thinks as he lazily flips through the file. SHIELD keeps pretending they are careful with information, but the truth is for the right price you can always find somebody willing to bend the rules. Especially when you’re Tony Stark.

Although Tony gets almost everything he wants or needs while rotting in this cell, the one thing he wants is still out of reach. Escape and revenge.

His men already tried breaking him out several times. Every attempt failed in some spectacularly embarrassing way. Wrong timing. Bad planning. Weak nerves. Idiots, all of them.

And Tony still has to sit in this goddamn cell. Anyone would go crazy in here, but Tony has an obvious advantage. He went crazy a long time ago.

Several doctors had tried treating Tony over the years. None of them lasted long.

Some requested transfers after only a few sessions. Others stopped talking to Tony during their sessions, until Fury found out and fired them for not doing their jobs. One of them apparently needed to be put into a psych ward himself because of him.

Tony smiles faintly at the memory.

SHIELD got desperate after that. And desperate people make interesting decisions. Like assigning a twenty-three-year-old psychiatric resident to the most dangerous man in New York City.

Dr. Parker was young. Inexperienced. Still hopeful enough to believe people could be saved.

But…

The break of eye contact after receiving a compliment. The way he pushed up his glasses nervously multiple times. The blush on his cheeks after getting caught staring at Tony. And the need to prove himself qualified despite his young age.

It was all so painfully obvious, it almost made Tony laugh. Lonely and desperate for approval. Peter Parker was going to be so easy to break. And it will be fucking beautiful to watch him fall apart.

A sharp knock interrupts his train of thoughts. He closes the file and carefully slides it under his thin mattress.

“Meal time”, a voice grunts from the other side of the door. It opens and Wilson slides a tray into the cell. As always Barnes behind him, shotgun aiming for Tony's face. No matter how big the desire is for Tony to do something reckless, he’s not going to let Barnes be the one to shoot him if things went sideways.

—--

“Dr. Parker, how nice of you to come by”, Tony greets as the younger man enters his cell a few hours later and takes a seat in the empty chair. He doesn’t seem quite as nervous as the day before, but then he hasn’t really looked at Tony since coming in.

“How are you today, Mr. Stark?”

Tony laughs at that. The kid makes it sound like he actually cares about the answer. That’s new.

“Well, I’m doing just splendid. How about you, doctor?” Tony looks at the other man expectantly while leaning back in his chair smiling.

Dr. Parker lifts his head to look at Tony and almost unnoticeably rolls his eyes. Tony fights back another laugh. Brat! “Will you answer any of my questions seriously?”

“That depends”, Tony says, indifference lacing his voice. “Are you gonna get around to asking the questions you actually want the answers to?”

“What do you mean?” Anybody else would have probably believed Dr. Parker’s innocent tone of voice. But the fact that he broke eye contact even just for a second while asking his question, was all Tony needed to know it was fake.

“Oh come on.” Now Tony is the one rolling his eyes, but he doesn’t bother trying to hide it. He lives for the drama. “No need to play dumb, we already established you aren’t. And by now you should've realized I’m not either. We both know Fury wants to know how the drug deals and murders haven’t stopped since they put me in here. Go ahead, ask me.”

The younger man hesitates, pushing his glasses higher on his nose. His lips open and close a few times as if he isn’t sure how to form the words. “How is it possible for your organisation to work without you there?”

“Well, Dr. Parker, that’s the million dollar question, isn’t it? And while I’m not yet ready to tell you the answer you want, I will give you an honest one. People are afraid of what happens when I get out of here and they didn’t go about their jobs in the meantime.”

“When?” Dr. Parker’s voice is small, a whisper. Like he isn’t actually asking Tony but talking to himself.

“What was that?” Tony asks, one brow raised in question.

“You said when you get out of here. That sounds like you’re pretty sure about your escape.” Even though it’s not actually a question, the doctor’s voice made it sound like one.

“I have no doubt about it.” Tony’ voice doesn’t waver, because as crazy as it might sound to others, he knows it’s the truth. And it’s not because of hope or something equally laughable. It’s simply a fact.

“How can you be so sure about that? You’ve been here for more than three years now.”

“Because this isn’t my first rodeo. I always get out eventually. The only question is how many people are going to die in the process.” Tony’s voice grows darker with every word as he watches the younger man shrinking himself deeper into his chair. “Ah, there it is.”

“What?” Dr. Parker ask´s, very clearly trying to act as though Tony’s statement doesn’t affect him.

“The fear.”

The doctor's head snaps up, his eyes wide open. “I’m not afraid.”

“You say that and yet your pulse just sped up.” Tony leans forward trying to catch every little change in Dr. Parker’s face.

“You can hear that?” The shocked expression on the doctor’s face is to die for.

“No”, Tony says with a chuckle. “But the fact you asked? Adorable.” Dr. Parker’s cheeks turn rosy at that, quickly looking away trying to gain some semblance of professionalism.

After a moment of silence, though Tony can almost hear the thoughts turning in the doctor’s head, the younger man lifts his gaze, locking eyes with Tony’s again. “Do you enjoy making people uncomfortable?”

“You weren’t uncomfortable before. So what changed your mind? The escape part? Or the part where people die?”

“I just don’t understand how you can be so indifferent at the thought of taking people’s lives. Innocent people.” Dr. Parker sounds genuinely shocked. Tony isn’t surprised. The younger man looks and talks like a kid pretending to be a grown up. The naivety is written all over those impossibly large brown doe eyes.

“Ah, that’s where we’re different, doctor. You think everybody is innocent until proven guilty, but me… I think everybody’s guilty of something.”

“So what am I guilty of then?”

“That you always believe people can be fixed.”

The doctor’s brows furrow at that, obviously not quite understanding the point. “Isn’t that a good thing? To hope that people who did bad things can redeem themselves?”

“It does sound very noble, sure. But you forget that these people don’t want to be fixed. They don’t want to be saved. They don’t feel bad for what they’ve done. They take pride in it. And while you go about playing the good little psychiatrist deep down you just want to feel better about yourself because of it. Sounds pretty selfish, if you ask me.”

Tony just observes in silence as the doctor obviously tries to find a reason to argue and just as obviously can’t seem to find one. The smile on his face widens smugly. He just got into his pretty doctor’s head. And that’s only the beginning, he thinks.

Dr. Parker stands up stiffly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Stark.”

“Looking forward to it”, Tony drawls. And as the doctor was almost at the door readying himself to knock. “Oh, and Peter?”

The man pauses immediately, not turning around at the use of his first name.

“Sleep well tonight. You look exhausted.”

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[sucker4starker]

Chapter One: Please Don't Make Any Sudden Moves

Having already gone through several gates and security checks, Peter is finally standing in front of the building. He pushes his glasses higher up his nose and straightens his shoulders. The building is big and old, built from heavy sand-colored bricks which are framed by ivy and other plants growing up the sides. He wonders if it looks any less dilapidated on the inside.

The young man walks toward the front door, where an older man already waits for him. The man is bald and wearing black pants and a black sweater under a heavy leather coat. But the most interesting thing about this man’s appearance is the leather eye patch he’s wearing over his left eye.

“Welcome to SHIELD Asylum, Dr. Parker. I’m Director Fury. Let me show you around.” Peter takes the man’s extended hand for a handshake before following him inside.

As Director Fury shows him around the building, he realizes that it does in fact not look any better on the inside than it does on the outside. The plants are even growing in here, the cracks in the stone floors and walls are covered in green. No one seems to deem it necessary to clean this place up.

When Peter has seen what feels like every room in the building and has been introduced to more people than he will be able to remember til the next day, Fury leads him into the office that will be Peter’s from now on.

“Please, have a seat, Dr. Parker. I’d like to go over a few things for your first day”, Peter sits in the chair behind his desk while Fury already occupied the one in front of it. “Have you gone over the files I sent you?”

Peter agrees. “Good, good”, Fury strokes his chin, evidently thinking about his next words. “Then you know none of the other doctors could get anything useful out of him. He’s hard to crack, likes to just sit there and smile and talk about anything but the answers we need.”

“I’m not sure, I can get him to talk, but I will try my best, Sir.” Peter is going to pull out all the stops on this job. He has to. After countless applications and just as many rejections, this was the only place that offered him a job and he wasn’t going to let it go so easily. After all, he has to pay rent and still has his student loan to be paid off. He quite literally can’t afford to lose this job.

“Glad to hear it. But be careful, this man knows just how to get into people’s heads. Don’t let him into yours”, Fury says and the dark tone of his voice gives Peter goose bumps. ”So, you want to meet him?”

Peter stands up, which seems to be enough of an answer for the Director, who follows suit. The older man makes his way through the door and along endless corridors, not once looking back, simply assuming Peter is following behind him. They don’t talk for the entire walk, which was fine by Peter. He is still mulling over the fact that Fury didn’t once use the prisoner's name, only referring to him. Why is that?

—--

“This is it”, Peter is being pulled out of his thoughts. “The guards will let you in. Knock against this bulletproof glass if you want out. The guards will monitor you through it.”

“Are there no security cameras or microphones?”

“No. He tends to destroy or hack those within an hour of putting new ones in. I don’t know how he does it. Unnecessary expenses is what it is”, he says matter-of-factly .”Okay, I’ll leave you to it. Come to my office when you’re done, I’d like to hear your first report in person.”

“Of course, Sir”, Peter nods. When Fury is out of sight, Peter turns to the two guards standing with their backs to a heavy steel door. “Barnes” and “Wilson” he reads on the name tags of their uniforms. They both hold large weapons - was that what a shotgun looked like?

Peter takes a deep breath, pushes up his glasses and nods. “Okay, let’s go. I can do this.”, he whispers to himself.

“Jesus, how old are you, kid?” That voice came from Guard Barnes. Peter quickly locks eyes with him. That is one attractive man. Dark eyes, dark hair and big muscles.

Quickly looking away from the handsome man, not wanting to stare too long, he answers, “I’m twenty-three.” He gets this a lot. He is, of course, young for a psychiatry resident, skipped a class or two and graduated early. But even though he looks even younger.

“Well damn, he’s gonna eat you alive.” That was Guard Wilson.

“I’ll be fine”, Peter says. However the confidence of the statement doesn’t quite translate in his tone. He would be a fool to not be nervous. The man on the other side of this door is the most dangerous man in all of New York City, probably the whole country. Peter’s heard about him, of course. Even before he got this job he knew of him. Mob-Boss Anthony Stark.

“I’m ready”, he says. This time his voice sounds quite a bit stronger as he looks to the guards.

“Good luck, kid”, Barnes says before giving the other guard a quick nod to open the door.

—--

The door closes heavily behind Peter. The cell he enters is grey and empty. There’s a metal table standing in the middle, one chair on each side. In the chair opposite the door, sits a man. His head slightly lowered, eyes locked on the smooth surface of the table.

Peter’s eyes fall to one strong hand lying on the table. Relaxed. Multiple Rings glinting in the harsh fluorescent light. How was he even allowed rings in here?

“Dr. Parker! How nice to finally meet you.” A dark, rough voice echoes through the cell.

Peter’s gaze flicks up to see into the darkest brown eyes he’s ever seen. They seem almost black. How does he know Peter’s name?

“Please sit.” The man gestures loosely to the empty seat. “And to answer your question: I have friends in here, you know? They are too afraid to say no to me.”

Peter sits. “And yet, you’re still here.”

A dark laugh booms through the room. “Oh, you’ve got a sharp tongue, Dr. Parker. I like that. I think we’ll get along just fine.”

A wide grin is directed at Peter, the prisoner's eyes twinkle expectedly at him.

“So what do you want me to tell you? You want to know about my childhood? My first drug deal? My body count?”

Peter decides to start simple. “People call you “The Iron Man”. Why do you think that is?”

“Oh, is that so? I had no idea.” Another wide smile. Peter’s sure that the man was lying, but he is going to let it slide. For now. He needs to get this man’s trust first.

“Well, what do you want me to call you?”

The man leans forward in his seat, eyes never straying from Peter’s. “You can call me Mr. Stark.”

“Okay, Mr. Stark. Why are you in this asylum?” Peter has a plan. Slow and steady wins the race, that was how he was going to crack this man.

The other man, still leaning forward, rests his chin on both hands. A rattling sound draws Peter’s attention to the cuffs on Mr. Stark's wrists, metal chains connecting them to the chair.

“I’m sure you’ve read my file before coming here, because everything else would be pretty dumb. And while I can’t argue with the pretty part, I don’t think they would send someone dumb to try and fix me. So why ask me something you already know, Dr. Parker?”

The compliment makes Peter’s heart stumble. He has spent years focused on school and then uni. There was no time for dating and relationships, and Peter was not interested in casual sex. So being complimented does things to him. But he needs to be professional and not get distracted by something like that. Especially when the person in question is not only a notorious drug seller but has also killed more than a few people. Peter needs to stay on track.

“I have read your file”, Peter agrees. “But the files were made by the police and while I do respect their work, I’d really like to hear your take on things.”

“You want my version?” Mr. Stark asks, leaning back with a questioning look in his eyes. “That’s dangerous, Doctor.”

“Why?” The sound comes out more like a breath being released.

“Because people usually leave this room believing me.” Peter forces himself to not break eye contact. Trying to not let his gaze wander to the crinkles on the outer corners of Mr. Stark’s eyes, the meticulously groomed goatee (how can he even do this here?) or the cocky smile on his lips. He pushes up his glasses.

“You’re nervous.” It’s not a question.

“Most people would be.”

“No”, Mr. Stark states. “Most people would be afraid. And you… are trying very hard not to be.”

Peter leans back just a bit and lets his eyes stray from the other man’s to try and win back his composure. “I’m here to evaluate you, Sir. Not the other way round.”

“Sir?” Mr. Stark's smile grew even wider than before. “Damn, they got me a pretty young thing AND he’s got manners? I guess they do know me after all.”

Peter is not sure how to react. He stays quiet, trying to figure out how to turn the conversation around.

“Tell me, Dr. Parker. How old are you?”

“Twenty-three.”

Mr. Stark lets out a soft hum, gaze turning almost predatory, but he doesn’t say anything. Just stares at Peter.

“I’m qualified”, Peter adds hastily, feeling like he needs to justify himself. All the times of being called “too young” and not being taken seriously because of it. He hated it.

“Didn’t say you weren’t. I just expected someone older.”

“How old are you, Mr. Stark?” Peter asks instead of commenting on the statement.

“Forty-eight”, the man answers, surprising Peter with it. He was sure Mr. Stark was going to turn this question around too. “Though prison life has been very moisturizing.”

Peter snorts a laugh before even thinking about it, quickly trying to put on his professional face again.

“You don’t think so, Dr. Parker?” Mr. Stark's amusing gaze locks him in. “Take a good look. I’m a fucking catch, even for my age. Don’t you think?”

Instead of dismissing the joke, Peter makes the mistake of looking. Really looking. The sharp line of Mr. Stark’s jaw. The silver threaded through his dark hair. The confidence somehow still clinging to him despite the ugly orange jumpsuit and chains around his wrists. Even here, in this room, he looked put together. Intentional. Dangerous. Peter’s gaze briefly flicks to the open collar of the jumpsuit before he catches himself and forces his look away again.

“It was a joke, doctor.” Mr. Stark smiles, this time it seems almost genuine. “But you don’t need to answer. The blush on your cheeks tells me everything I need to know.”

Peter clears his throat. “Why are you in here, Mr. Stark?”

“Fine, I’ll bite”, the man sighs. “Apparently the people don’t really support my line of business. Twenty years of running this city, cops always three steps behind, but then they got a mole inside my ranks. I clocked it fast, but the cops got to me faster.” A pause. Then a shrug. “And now, they put the mole in charge of guarding me here.”

“Barnes?” Peters guesses carefully.

“Smart boy.”

The two men lock eyes, neither one of them saying anything.

Suddenly a loud knock echoes through the room, making Peter jump slightly in his seat. He whips his head in the direction where the sound came from and sees Barnes behind the bulletproof glass gesturing for him to come out.

“Well, it seems like the session’s over. Same time tomorrow, Dr. Parker?”

Peter doesn’t answer. He just stands from his seat and walks to the door, which is being opened for him by Guard Wilson. When the door closes behind him again, he takes a deep breath.

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[sucker4starker]

Okay so I'm a big fan of the suicide squad 1 soundtrack. I listened to it on my way home yesterday and it gave me a great idea.

Starker but inspired by Joker and Harley Quinn's story

So, hear me out:

- Tony being NYC's biggest mob boss finally behind bars

- Peter being the young but lonely psychiatrist assigned to Tony

- Peter slowly falling in love with the dangerous man, who exploits the feelings to get out of jail

- Tony now being free, tortures Peter for messing with his mind

- Peter following Tony and trying to persuade him of letting him in

- Tony letting Peter prove his devotion to him and starting to slowly get attached himself

- Peter slowly getting into his role as a part of the mob boss's business, finally letting loose of being good and turning crazy

- Peter dancing in Tony's club, while Tony's doing business in the VIP section

- some buisness partner makes a comment about Peter but Tony isn't having that

- he calls Peter to him, "gifting" him to the other man, who realises his mistake and not wanting beef

- Peter goes along with it, seducingly climbing into the man's lap

- Tony getting jealous even tho he started it, then killing the man, taking Peter home and showing him who he belongs to

That's not even half of the story currently playing on my mind. Tell me, what you think and if you want to read it. I already started writing xD

[sucker4starker]

I finally started writing this... anybody want to beta read? 🙈

[sucker4starker]

[sucker4starker]

Okay so I'm a big fan of the suicide squad 1 soundtrack. I listened to it on my way home yesterday and it gave me a great idea.

Starker but inspired by Joker and Harley Quinn's story

So, hear me out:

- Tony being NYC's biggest mob boss finally behind bars

- Peter being the young but lonely psychiatrist assigned to Tony

- Peter slowly falling in love with the dangerous man, who exploits the feelings to get out of jail

- Tony now being free, tortures Peter for messing with his mind

- Peter following Tony and trying to persuade him of letting him in

- Tony letting Peter prove his devotion to him and starting to slowly get attached himself

- Peter slowly getting into his role as a part of the mob boss's business, finally letting loose of being good and turning crazy

- Peter dancing in Tony's club, while Tony's doing business in the VIP section

- some buisness partner makes a comment about Peter but Tony isn't having that

- he calls Peter to him, "gifting" him to the other man, who realises his mistake and not wanting beef

- Peter goes along with it, seducingly climbing into the man's lap

- Tony getting jealous even tho he started it, then killing the man, taking Peter home and showing him who he belongs to

That's not even half of the story currently playing on my mind. Tell me, what you think and if you want to read it. I already started writing xD

[sucker4starker]

Besides starker who else do you ship in the mcu

actually kind of in the process of figuring that out xD

I realised how I really only have a few go-to ships and never really tend to go beyond that... sooo it would prob be easier to list what I don't ship.

But let me start here:

- I adore WinterSpider, like Bucky/Peter gets me as excited as Starker does

- I do like some SpideyPool here and there, although I'm not reading it too much tbh

- also no way home gave me ideas in the Peter/Peter/Peter department ngl (also with Norman Osborn/Otto Octavius, like did u see the chemistry tho)

that's all I got really but I'm currently working my way trough all kinds of mcu pairings, so I'll def add something to the list when I find something :P

[sucker4starker]

What about Peter have feelings for tony but is hiddenly heartbroken because tony is together with pepper (or Steve)

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Peter went home after turning down Mr. Stark’s offer of joining the Avengers. He wanted to be a part of the team more than anything, being able to help even more people and not being alone while doing so, but he also knew that it would hurt him deeply. More than it does already as he would see Tony more often than he does now and would be reminded of the fact that the love of his life would never be his.

Yes, he loved Tony, he was hopelessly in love. He would do anything for the man with his cocky attitude while still being incredibly kind and, of course, unbelievably handsome. Peter was down the rabbit hole from the first moment they met. Mr. Stark sitting in the living room of the tiny apartment he and May were currently living in, wearing one of his perfectly tailored suits looking totally out of place. Maybe he had a crush even before they met for real with Tony Stark being Iron Man and all, however getting to know the man set his feelings on a new scale. He was immediately captured by the kind eyes and genuine smile directed his way.

Looking back on their first meeting, Peter should have known better and stayed away. He should have known that, when from the first moment he layed eyes on his and his stomach was filled with warmth and swarming with butterflies, this man would for sure be his downfall. From then on, as they spend more and more time together, Peter was cherishing every moment he could get with Mr. Stark. Every small touch or praise Peter would replay over and over in his head when lying in bed at night. However it didn’t take long for his mind to remind him of the fact that Tony was in fact in a relationship with Pepper Potts. Everytime Peter would see her or the couple together he felt jealousy running through his body wanting him to throw up, when he sees their loving gazes, touches, kisses. Of course he knew he had no chance against a woman like practically perfect Pepper Potts.

Now as he returned to the apartment, he was not sure how to feel. Desperate with his unrequited love for his mentor, disappointed of having to turn down the offer of being a part of an actual superhero team, relieved of having handled the situation as best as he could. Quickly realising May was still at work and he would be alone for some time before she will return home bringing food, Peter withdraws to his room.

Not more than a few seconds passed from when he sat down on his small bed before his phone gave the unmistakable sound of a new message, which makes Peter scramble to his backpack and pulling the device out. Opening the drop-down menu he couldn’t believe what he saw. The message he received was from the Tony Stark alert he set a long time ago, always giving him the latest news of the man he loves. Usually there would be articles about fights or rescue missions from Iron Man or new technological progress at Stark Industries, but what Peter saw now made his heart clench in an unknown matter.

“Engagement announcement: Billionaire Tony Stark, a.k.a. Iron Man, and CEO Pepper Potts are getting married!”

That’s all Peter could read before his phone dropped from his hands and his vision blurred with tears. His body collapsed to the floor as he starts trembling and letting out loud sobs that echo back from the walls. But he didn’t care. He could almost hear his heart shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. Of course he knew Tony was in a relationship. Of course he knew that he was happy with Pepper. And of course he knew he would never have a real chance with Tony. However getting to know that the couple was about to get married, bind themselves together for a lifetime, made him realize he still had hope, but now that last straw was gone too. Peter let himself drown in sorrow, a sobbing mess lying on the ground in a fetal position until there are no more tears to shed and now more sounds coming from his throat. He was utterly spent and felt like dying.

[sucker4starker]

Welcome to my first ever fanfiction. Hope you enjoy and feel free to comment feedback and prompts.

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Happy Birthday, old man!

Tony wakes up at around ten in the morning. Everything is the same as every other day. Rays of sunshine falling through the curtains, the warm fluffiness of his pillow and blanket and of course the softness of Peter's skin against his own. They are both only wearing boxers, Peter's back close to Tony's chest. The older man smiles happily and starts nuzzling at his boyfriend's hair and planting soft kisses on his head. Peter starts moving slightly mumbling under his breath. After a few moments of Tony continuing the loving gestures, he wriggles in Tony's hold until they're face to face. Smiling lovingly the boy gives his boyfriend a sweet -and for Tony's liking much to short- kiss and then pulls away to say:“Happy Birthday, Tony!”.

With that Tony remembered it is indeed his birthday today. His fiftieth to be meticulous. And with this realisation all went downhill. All the thoughts he was sure to put in a dark corner of his mind start breaking out of their cells and stumble all over each other.

He's old. He's old, but more importantly Peter is not. Peter, his sweet 19 year old angel of a boyfriend, currently smiling at him with his bambi eyes as if he'd hung the moon. Tony doesn't deserve him. Peter doesn't deserves this. He deserves better than a fifty year old man with his best years behind him. He deserves to be with someone his own age, someone to grow old with. Peter deserves someone mentally stable, not a grown man, who isn't even able to take proper care of himself half the time, much less another human being. Peter deserves the world and more, but Tony can't give it to him.

“Tony? Are you okay?”, Peter's sweet voice got him back in the present. Tony looks at his boyfriend and realised, he must have drifted of badly. Trying not to show his insecurities, he puts on a wide smile and assures “I'm great. Thanks, honey.” Peter however looks right through him, he just knows Tony too damn well, better than he knows himself, actually. So Peter asks again, but lets it slide for the moment after Tony reassured him again, that everything is fine.

Tony couldn't quite suppress his thoughts for long, so he excuses himself to the bathroom. He rushes through the bathroom door connected to the bedroom. He stumbles through the room and starts splashing cold water to his face in an attempt to calm down. After repeating his actions a couple of times, he stops the running water and looks up in the mirror. He is met with his own face starring back at him, but can't quite recognize himself anymore. Had there been that many wrinkles on his skin, that many grey hairs between his black ones before today? The fact that his age shows on his body didn't help calming his thoughts in the slightest. If anything they just doubled in volume. Tony can't hear anything besides them anymore and doesn't even register that he started mumbling them to himself trying to cope.

Suddenly Tony is ripped away from his thoughts as he feels thin arms wrap around his torso and a body press against his back. “That doesn't look like your fine. What's wrong, Tony?”, Peter asks with a small voice, barely loud enough for Tony to hear, as if to not startle him. The older man takes a last glance at the mirror in front of him before gently removing Peter's arms and turning around to his boyfriend. “Peter… I...”, he doesn't get any further, doesn't really know what to say or where to start. Attempting to gather his thoughts his gaze falls to the ceiling and he takes a deep breath. “Tony, you're scaring me. Are you in pain? What can I do?”, Peter asks while taking one of Tony’s hands in his own smaller ones and soothingly rubbing his thumbs over Tony's skin. The older man lets out a little huff that comes out as more of a sob. Peter is just so pure suspecting Tony's in pain, trying to help and still looking at him with so much adoration in his big eyes, that Tony feels like crying. “I'm old, Peter.”, that's not how he wanted to start this conversation, but all his thoughts seem to find their way out and Tony just starts rambling trying to let it all out. “I...I'm too old for you. You should be with someone your age, grow old with them. I can't give that to you. You deserve everything, you deserve the world. I'm not good enough for you. I don't deserve to be with you. You should...”.” Tony Stark!”, that's how Peter stopped his rambling. “I can't believe we're doing this again. Tony, you are the single most amazing thing to have happened to me in all my life. You're the most amazing person I ever had the chance to know. I want you. I want to be with you. Spending all the time we can get together is a billion times better than spending ten lifetimes with someone else. I love you. Let yourself be happy for once.”. Tony stares at Peter with wide eyes, opening his mouth in an attempt to answer, but his boyfriend shut him up with a kiss and assures again that he loves him. Tony's lips curve into a smile and he answers the same, while putting all his love and adoration in his words.

Peter is the first one to move after they have been staring in each other eyes for what felt like hours. He pulls Tony with him by the hand he is still holding until they are standing in front of their bed. Peter gives his boyfriend a little nudge in the back to get him to sit down. Tony gets the hint and sits down, back propped up against the head of the bed and the younger man doesn't waste a second before straddling Tony's lap, kissing his jaw and letting his hands wander over the muscled torso down to his black boxers. Tony however still in awe of the wonder that is Peter just lets himself fall into the touch and simply puts his hands to Peter's waist. Peter stops his kisses to concentrate on getting the piece of underwear off of his lover’s body and then makes quick work of his own as well. Instead of getting back into his boyfriend's lap, Peter kneels between his now opened legs and lowered his mouth to Tony's cock, starting to give small kitten licks all over the thick length starting at the base working his way to the tip. Tony's breath hitched and his hand grabbed his boyfriend's dark brown locks, when he started softly sucking on the tip. “Fuck!”, his hand tucked harder on Peter's hair as the younger one took his whole length down his throat, which in return caused Peter to mewl. Bobbing up and down on his lover's cock, Peter felt it harden even more in his mouth. With one swift motion Tony pulls the younger one of his cock, closing his eyes and trying to regain his composure and steady his breathing. “That all you got, old man?”, Tony can hear the devilish smile out of Peter’s voice without even opening his eyes.

Within a second his eyes snap open and a growl escapes his throat as an answer. He leans forward and pushes Peter on his back, hovering over him with a mischievous smille. “You little brat. You’re asking for it. Suck!”. And with that he shoves three fingers in his boyfriend’s mouth, who obediently started sucking on them. At the same time Tony started rolling his hips thrusting his throbbing cock against Peter’s. The younger one moans against his lover’s finger and meets his movements by rolling his hips up, which causes Tony to moan as well. Stopping his actions he removes his fingers, now dripping with spit, from Peter’s mouth and himself from his boyfriend’s body. With a trained movement he flips Peter on his stomach, who knowingly shuffles to get on his hands and knees. That causes Tony to lean over the younger one’s back to whisper in his ear: “Good boy!” With a soft kiss planted behind Peter’s ear Tony sits back on his knees and pushes two of his slick fingers in his boyfriend’s hole, that is still stretched from last nights encounter. Peter’s breath hitches and he lets out highpitched moans and mutters encouragement for Tony to go on under his breath. Fast enough the older adds the third finger and with a knowing curling of his digits he finds his boyfriend’s prostate. That made Peter collapse slightly under Tony’s touch, but as fast as they came the finger were being removed and he felt empty again. Before he could even start whining and begging for more, Tony replaced his fingers with his thick cock and started ramming into the younger one from behind in a rapid pace. Peter’s arms buckled under the intense pleasure and he let his upper body drop down into the mattress face first. His loud moans got muffled by the soft sheets under him, but Tony isn’t having that. “No! I want to hear you!”, he growls deeply and drops one hand from Peter’s hips into his hair holding his head high enough to let the noises escape freely. Tony’s rythm faltered slightly and his breathing got heavier, a hint for Peter that his lover is getting close. With his last bit of strength the younger one started meeting the thrusts and with a couple more Tony came inside his boyfriend’s tight ass, which triggered Peter’s own orgasm. He came untouched ruining the sheets beneath him. Tony’s now soft cock slid out and his cum dribbled down Peter’s legs.

With a shudder Peter’s rolled onto his side and tried to steady his breathing. Tony leaned in over his boyfriend planting short but sweet kisses on his lips whispering “I love you” in between. Peter leaned his head back slightly smiling and locking eyes with Tony, his own filled with love, adoration and a hint of mischief.

“I love you, too. Happy Birthday, old man!”

[sucker4starker]

Have you ever done roleplay for starker

I actually have never done a roleplay of any kind. So not with Starker either..