Steve doesn't go out a lot to bars, doesn't like the thought of being close to drinks and drunk men and women who don't know what their doing and doesn't like the smell of cigarettes that wafts in the air but he's trying to be different and be more outgoing so he asks Bucky and Sam to take him to the bar that he knows they frequently go to.
The smell of cigarettes aren't wafting through the air like he expected but loud and crowded and- he's really regretting going out tonight. Bucky leaves and goes off with some redhead upstairs, Sam does too eventually and Steve's left alone in the lounge that they chose.
He gets up eventually and makes his way to the bar- though he's not a fan of drinking, right now he thinks he needs something to subside the headache the booming music is giving him. He leans on the counter while he waits for the bartender to make his drink and his eyes drift over to the dance floor where there are couples dancing and some people just slightly bobbing their heads up and down but what catches Steve's attention is a boy- man really or else he wouldn't be here.
Steve doesn't notice when the bartender is done with his drink and slides it over to him, he's too focused on the man on the dance floor- he's dancing alone but he couldn't look happier and Steve knows he's been staring too long when the boy lifts his head- he doesn't stop dancing though just continues to move his feet around and twirl his body- and meet Steve's eyes and gives gives him a sly grin from the dance floor.
Steve takes in the man's appearance once his body is turned towards him after a small twirl. His hair is brown and wavy and he's wearing a red tank top with a gold color, around the shoulders and arm holes, embedded into it with jean shorts. The man is an erotic sight, Steve thinks and his cock is starting to harden in his pants and he averts his eyes.
Eventually though, the music ends and people are taking the chance to exit the dance floor. Steve keeps his eyes downward though, focused on the water droplets sliding down his drinks glass and onto his hand until a barstool next to him creaks and the corner of his eye catches a familiar red and slight gold shirt sat next to him. He manages to keep himself together until he feels a soft hand on his shoulder so he turns and Steve sees the brown haired man that was dancing on the floor- because who else would it be? Steve thinks, Bucky left somewhere upstairs and Sam- he never saw where he went.
"Hi," The man says simply and Steve can see him better now than from the dance floor; he can see the beads of sweat on the man's forehead from dancing and he can see his eyes now, they're simple but so beautiful and when the stranger repeats himself, another small Hi?, Steve knows he's been staring too long at the stranger again.
"Hi" Steve says and he tries to be confident when he turns his stool to face the man but his mouth goes dry and his hand plays with his glass, "You're new around here- no- I mean I'm new around here- I'm Steve"
The man puts a hand over his mouth and giggles, "Peter," he says.
Steve thinks for a moment that their done- that Peter thinks he's not worth talking to anymore despite it only being a few minutes that they'd met and he's pleasantly surprised when Peter gets off the stool, once a new song starts, and takes his hand with him and says: I love this song! Dance with me!
His footsteps are awkward when he steps onto the dance floor but when Peter takes his other hand in his own, Steve doesn't think he minds but he does mind for a moment when Peter's eyes aren't on him anymore and instead looking over towards the bar, grinning slyly, and he tries to see what the man is looking and at first all he can see when he looks over is people mingling and others drinking but then there's a man clad in a leather jacket and- Peter's turning his face over softly and cupping his cheek.
"Why're you looking over there?" Peter pouts, "someone more interesting than me?"
Steve shakes his head at that and bends down, with a little courage, and unashamedly answers: "I don't think anyone could be more interesting than you right now", Peter's eyes flash with something that Steve mistakes for joy and adoration.
Steve's not a virgin, no- he's had his fair share of partners but with Peter grinding up against his crotch to Call Out My Name, he thinks he might as well be and he doesn't protest when Peter pulls him away from the dance floor and up to the upstairs because by then he's forgotten about all of his past partners and the man in the leather jacket that had been staring too much for comfort.
"I've already got a room" Peter says once they reach the top and Steve hums in content; it saves the hassle of finding one.
Peter immediately has him lay on the bed, the room is nice but something in the back of his head is telling to get out! and it's not Peter straddling him, it's the darkness around them that he can barely see the walls but he still bucks his hips when Peter cups his crotch in his hands.
"Oh, god, Peter- get your clothes off, come on, doll"
He's confused for a moment when Peter backs off of him and steps off the bed and then his gut is churning and his head is screaming, get out! get out! repeatedly until there are arms wrapped around his neck and he's struggling to get away from something- two pairs of muscular arms that aren't Peter's- Peter.
"Peter!" Steve chokes, "G-Go get help! Now!"
Steve watches Peter turn but he's slow and carelessly and instead of watching the man go out the door- Steve watches him lock it and he whimpers. He's thrown off the bed just as carelessly as Peter had walked and he gasps for breathes on the floor but when he tries to get up pain shoots through his body and he falls back down.
"Couldn't find anyone, oh I don't know- less whiny?" Someone above him complains, a deep voice and Peter giggles.
" 'm sorry, Tones," Peter mumbles into the man's leather jacket and Steve recognizes it from not only a few minutes ago, he watches Peter slip his hand into the mans- 'Tones' shirt and despite the fear coursing through him, Steve feels a spark of jealousy.
"His friend was much easier" Tones says and Peter laughs.
"You sure? He gave you a black eye, Tony" Tony, Steve thinks and he puts the worrying feeling he has for Sam and Bucky for a moment to muster enough strength in his legs and arms to bolt from the door but even though he picks and turns the lock, it doesn't budge and he feels pain shooting through his back a moment later while being pressed against the wall.
"Was hoping I wouldn't have to use my knives until later but you're a lot tougher- probably got a lot of hope left in you huh?"
"Fuck you" Steve spits and he feels his blood go down his back when Tony takes the knife out of his back and let's him slide down to the floor.
"I gotta say I was a little jealous of you tonight," Tony says, "Peter doesn't usually spend much time dancing with his prey- which is why," Tony pulls out a bigger knife from behind him and Steve trembles, "I'm gonna take my time with you"
From the bed, both of them can hear Peter laugh, "he doesn't mean anything, daddy, it's not that serious"
Tony drops the knife, Steve thinks he should've waited to attempt to take the knife but the yearning to escape stops him from thinking rationionally and before he can turn around to take the knife- he's being kicked onto his back now while Tony walks away from him.
"It better not be, boy, I'd fuckin' kill you if he did mean something to you- if any of them did"
Peter moans and despite the blood loss his cock hardens at the sound of it, "I'd- ah, I'd kill you too if any of them did too"
"Fuckin' love you so much, baby"
"Love you too"
Down on the floor beside them, Steve feels his blood pool around him and his eyes begin to droop and he almost feels like fighting- Sam and Bucky would have fought, he thinks before he succumbs to the darkness and above him Tony latches his mouth onto Peter's neck- turned on by the smell of metallic in the room and the younger man beneath him.
"All mine, " Tony says and after he sucks another dark spot onto Peter's neck he detaches himself and gestures to the unconscious body on the floor before he says: "let's have some fun, yeah?" and Peter nods enthusiastically like he always does.
