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Acceptance	By : ScereyahaDreamweaver Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel (nor the avengers, nor science boyfrinds), It's fandom, nor theses characters, just this interpretation of their relationship, I make no money from this.

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Anthony found himself thankful, for once, that the floor he built into his tower for the Avengers was now, as a habit, vacant. He led Bruce, still large and green from battle, to where he could have a quiet place to rest. He had considered leading him all the way to his room, but they both seemed content enough to stop at the couch, in the absence of all their comrades. The couch gave a creak when the -eight foot, seven inches- man of solid muscle sat down, though he did so carefully.

“There you go, big guy, a nice, quiet place to rest.” Anthony said, taking a seat beside him, Jarvis helpfully dimming the harsh indoor lights.

The next thing he knew he was being lifted, apparently Bruce, deep down, wanted to sprawl out on the whole couch, and so that was what he did. He seemed to decide, though, that he did not want to kick him off the couch, and so Anthony found himself sitting on his stomach, ankles braced over his hips.

“You know, I should probably take the armour off now.” Anthony said, though he did not even seem to be listening to himself.

He had suddenly become distracted by being straddled over his boyfriend, and him now being an eight-foot tall, finely sculpted, collection of muscle and -currently- gentle aggression. He was destructively powerful, and yet was -once again- handling him as though he was made of glass. He felt hot everywhere and suddenly desperately compelled to get out of his armour and make contact with his skin. He leaned over, very slowly, to get close enough to kiss him. Bruce just watched him. His lips were so much larger than Anthony’s own right now, he opted for his lower lip and kissed him there, feeling a bit like a half nymph in a story he once read, who kissed an ogre, whom she fell in love with. He noticed then that his own breathing was heavy and uncontrolled. It came as a surprise to him, to be this aroused, he was not even sure if it was logical. Anthony was sure that, as full of primal urges as this personality was, that he would be more than content to be placated with sex. He tried to consider for himself whether or not it was safe and physically advisable.

Bruce, or the currently dominant part of him, watched Anthony blush. Even in his state, worked up from a fight and only just calming down, he recognized that look instantly; lust. He wanted so badly, in that moment, to give him exactly what he seemed to want, but it also terrified him. He knew it was not safe right then, even through the fog and haze, he knew this was a dangerous game for him to be playing. He wanted suddenly to be Dr. Banner again. The small doctor could hold firm and press forward, and hold him; hold him down and thrust, and not hurt him. He often thought of Banner as useless, but if Anthony had need for him, then maybe Hulk did too. For the first time he could remember, he full-heartedly wanted to change back, give control back over to his other self. He wanted the small body to restrain all his strength and leave him feeling bound up and able to safely struggle against his restraints. Then it happened, without falling asleep or working himself to exhaustion, he let himself fade back, back to the back of the doctor’s mind, but he was there still, a little more aware than usual, and content. He would stay content so long as Bruce gave him what he wanted, and the doctor knew it.

Tony watched in disbelief as his friend shrank beneath him. The hulk had been giving him the saddest look, hand resting in the air, just shy of touching his cheek. In moments Bruce was in his place and looking at him with the most intense look he had seen, eyes not quite the warm brown he was used to seeing there.

“Take the armour off.” Bruce said, pushing himself up on his arms under Anthony’s legs, and his voice was not quite normal either.

It was not his other voice, rather it was a deep, frustrated, lust tainted version of his own voice. Anthony melted at the sound and immediately obeyed, despite never having been one to take orders. Once the armour was out of the way, he was surprised again by being, quite aggressively, helped out of the rest of his clothes. He was being pressed firmly against Bruce, and moved towards the couch before he had quite processed what was happening. It seemed to him that he had hardly enough time to remove the remnants of his friend’s pants before the man was grinding against him. He would have been concerned for how worked-up Bruce was, except that he had just miraculously come back to himself. The grinding got harder, slowly, and wetter, until finally he slid inward, a little roughly, but it was not painful. Even if it had been, Anthony would have been too aroused to care at the moment. Once he was all the way in, Bruce seemed to pause a moment to breathe deeply. This was not the same controlled breathing he used to keep himself calm, this was satisfied and hungry at the same time, like a person dying of thirst trying to stop to savour the water they were drinking, once the frenzied rush to drink it passed some; the enjoyment of something long awaited and desperately needed.

Bruce came back to himself a bit more completely and stopped the moan that he realized belatedly was coming from his own throat. Anthony was propped between his lap, and the arm of the couch. He seemed comfortable enough. Bruce readjusted his left arm to hold him more snugly against his hips and pulled back far enough to look at him. He thought he would have to face feeling guilty when he looked up and saw Anthony in pain or afraid, but he did not. Anthony was giving him a heavy lidded look of lust, still, and it frustrated him instead. He thought Anthony was being incredibly reckless, especially since the man did know of what he was capable. Bruce would have immediately told him so, but he also had been given good reason to stop and think about it. He just, for possibly the first time, had his darker half eagerly hand control back over to him, just to have exactly this; Anthony spread out beneath him, and safe. He could remember much more this time, though it was still a bit foggy, he thought it must have been a product of not having lost consciousness in between. Still, he wanted to make it very plain to Anthony that it was far too dangerous of a game to be playing with his other half, giving him that look that was begging to be held down and ridden hard. He also realized he was still drowning in lust himself and so he responded to all this mental noise, and all these urges, by doing just that.

Anthony could not tell what Bruce was thinking when he gave him a very hard, burning look, but he could not think at all the next moment anyway. He would have been bounced on Bruce’s hips, except that the other man was holding him down firmly, so that instead he was being slammed into from beneath, hard, the other’s upper body still pressing him down against the side of the couch. He could not even be surprised at the aggression, mind suspended as it was. The angle was just so that his most sensitive gland was being driven directly into with every thrust. He loved that his brain finally seemed incapable of processing anything. He could feel his own thigh twitching, moving automatically, trying to find proper purchase, before giving up and forgetting how to move at all.

The fact that all Anthony did was writhe happily in his arms only frustrated him. For once he actually did want to hurt him, just a little, just as a warning of what could happen if he let things get out of hand, to make him think twice about the lusty look he had been giving his other self. He thrust harder but all it seemed to accomplish was making Anthony louder, making him grasp at anything he could reach. The man was taking in all his pent up frustration, all his aggression, and thoroughly enjoying every second of it. It was maddening, a little frightening, and overwhelming. He ran his nails, harder than he meant to, down the sides of his back to his hips. Anthony’s back arched, his low moaning turned into a near shout as Bruce felt hot fluid spill between them. Suddenly he could not even believe what he was doing, him the shy, gentle doctor -so afraid of causing harm that he had developed somewhat of a split personality even before the radiation accident- he was aggressively taking out his frustration by dominating another man with hard, angry sex; and it was not wrong, it was being enjoyed, and he would be forgiven. All of this because of the man he was holding. It was too much.

“Fuck! Anthony!” Bruce called out; his own orgasm was a white-hot light in his brain.

The flash of green in his mind, that he only noticed after the white faded, was reflected in his eyes. He skittered back suddenly, clutching his own chest and trying to catch his breath; but it was not his other personality trying to break out again, it was a flash of awareness in the moment of intense pleasure. He felt the other guy curl back up contentedly in a dark, quiet corner of his mind, truly seeming satiated for the moment. He looked to his friend, suddenly, now worried that he might have hurt him.

Anthony sat sprawled against the arm of the couch, legs still parted, and entirely satisfied. Bruce looked terrified to him suddenly, wide-eyed and a little white, maybe even a bit green, sitting back on his own ankles and starring at him, hands poised in a pleading gesture in front of his chest. He fought the urge to laugh.

“Feel better? Make your point?” Anthony asked him, though he sounded too amused, roguish smirk plastered on his face, to be being at all vindictive about it.

“Tony, I …” Bruce said, turning red and looking down, but he did not know what to say.

“No, it’s good. It’s healthy. You need to learn how to blow off a little steam, with or without going green." he assured Bruce, still smiling.

“Come here.” Anthony said, in response to his friend’s continued silence and worry.

He cradled Bruce against his chest, after the scared seeming man had finally crawled back over to him. Bruce had never reminded Anthony more of his meek, adorable, college-aged self as just then.

“You didn’t hurt me.” Anthony said soothingly.

Bruce shot him a suspicious look that he could not see and brought a few fingers gently to where he had actually been trying to abuse him slightly. The flesh was mildly swollen, from stimulation and friction, but not broken. The muscle was firm, smooth and intact; and though a bit of semen leaked against his prodding fingers, there was no blood. He was relieved, in spite of what he wanted only moments ago, he was very relieved.

“But my god, Bruce…" he said, his tone abnormally indulgent, pupils dilated.

“You have all that pent up inside you and never let it slip, no wonder you rage-out.” Anthony’s voice took on the tone of another of his quips.

Bruce hid his embarrassment against Anthony’s chest, but he felt like he wanted to bite back.

“You really like taking it that rough, do you?" he said, his voice broke once from disbelief at his own words, but he looked up enough to see Anthony turn equally red.

There were not many things that could make Anthony Stark stop in his tracks, but this was one of them. He cleared his throat and tried to think of some way to brush it off. After, quite unfortunately, only coming up with comments he could make about them both obviously having daddy issues, which he regretted thinking about, he settled for clearing his throat again. Bruce actually pulled himself up to look at him properly. The tentative look Anthony gave him actually made him break into a smile, almost laughing at him. He was, after all, relieved. Once again, Anthony had gotten exactly what he had been after, and they had come through it okay.

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A note from the author:
Well, I seem to be managing weekly updates, which for me is just amazing... really. We all love angsty sex right? There are a few people who I need to get to read this and tell me what they think of it, seriously. But did I make you a little nervous at the beginning there? Did I? Do I make you want naughty things? lol.
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