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Acceptance	By : ScereyahaDreamweaver Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bruce, however, was the first to wake. He came to some awareness of Anthony lying against him, heavy and warm, and then panicked suddenly, as he could not remember how they had ended up that way, and in this room no less.

Anthony woke when Bruce jumped and looked to him to see what was wrong. He saw realization dawn on his face, followed quickly by anger.

He was furious, though not in the physiological way that was dangerous, which he would not allow at the moment. It was rather more like thinking you aught to feel a certain way, without physically experiencing it as much; a disassociated way of feeling things that he had normally come to relate with depression, and had spent some time cultivating to help keep his temper at bay. He sat up quickly and pulled away, forcing Anthony to sit up also.

“What were you thinking?” he shouted, even though it was damned obvious to both of them what Anthony had been thinking.

“Well, I was thinking that you’re my boyfriend. Now I’m thinking I just woke up and you’re really upset, and... Do you remember any of it?” Anthony asked him, still blinking himself awake.

The images in his memory, of Anthony quivering on him and lost in pleasure, that before had been satisfying and arousing, now seemed obscenely pornographic to Bruce. He blushed deeply red and brought his hands to cover his face, feeling mortified over the fact that, despite his embarrassment and anger, even now he was already aroused from thinking about it.

“Flashes.” Bruce managed to mouth out his tired line, though admittedly it was more than that.

“Oh god." he said lowering his head more, anger being replaced by panicked shame.

Anthony hummed appreciatively when he noticed Bruce was hard. He reached out, hoping to negate some of what he was thinking, but his hand was slapped away.

“Anthony!” Bruce groaned sounding pained and exasperated, one hand still hiding his face.

Bruce ran his hands back into his own hair and looked up at him, bright red, caught between incredulity and embarrassment.

“What’s wrong with you?” Bruce asked.

“A whole list of things. Your point?” Anthony answered smartly, though he knew the question was rhetoric.

“Are you okay?” Bruce finally asked, at a complete loss as to what else to say or think.

Anthony nodded, earning himself a suspicious look.

“Want to look me over, Doc?” Anthony asked, both to be smart with him, and wanting to put him at ease.

Bruce took his hand and kissed his wrist. It seemed like a romantic gestured, but then he proceeded to tug Anthony’s arm forward and began inspecting it. Satisfied with that limb, he then checked his other arm before pushing him down onto his back. Bruce moved to his feet, working his way up his legs, running his hands over his skin, too briefly to be erotic, and looking over his skin intently. He kissed the skin on Anthony’s inner thighs, where Anthony now realized he did have very faint bruises, already a pale yellow colour and not even felt; each shaped like the end of one large finger. Bruce did not say anything about this, instead looking mildly confused. He moved over his torso next, hand tracing down his chest and over his hips, nothing seemed to look out of place there either. Firm hands took Anthony’s neck and chin, and turned his head about, checking his neck and shoulders. Bruce moved his hand to the back of his neck, and decisively, but gently, turned him over to check his back. Warm, rough hands moved down to his bottom, his back being quickly cleared. Anthony felt his cheeks part and blushed, hugging the pillow. Fingers traced over him there too. Next those fingers kneaded gently against him, and then into him, twisting around and probing. Bruce slid mildly rough fingertips up and down the walls on all sides of his passage, checking for tears, and making Anthony feel hot.

“Squeeze.” said Bruce, finally stilling his fingers.

Anthony obliged, blushing at the frankness of the order. The fingers pulled out then and he heard Bruce breathed a sigh of relief and, though he did not know it, mild arousal. Apparently, he had decided Anthony was fine, because he did not say anything right away when Anthony turned back over.

“We should shower." he said, finally, as both of them were covered in sticky dried residue.

“Can we have sex first?” Anthony asked blatantly.

“If we do it after, it would be kind of futile." he went on.

Bruce did not have to ask him if he was serious because his expression had that covered, and he knew with certainty that he was.

“Tony, you just…" he started to say in protest, though his hand was already pushing Anthony back onto his stomach, but he did not have to figure out where to go with that.

“Oh, no, not like that. Not this time.” Anthony said firmly.

He let him up, but instead of lying on his back, as Bruce might have expected, he crawled over on top of him, boxing him in with his limbs.

Anthony though it might help if they switched places for once, so that Bruce could know what it was like. Bruce shot him a tentative look and it was adorable to him. He tipped his chin up with his fingers and kissed him tenderly, suddenly taking the dominant roll for himself. He pressed him down to the bed with his body, his other hand slipping between Bruce’s legs and parting them, nudging at him with his knees, until he could settle between them. Bruce breathed more quickly against his kissing and seemed a bit stiff, but did not try to get away or stop kissing him.

“Like this.” Anthony specified, rolling his hips once gently.

Bruce blushed. He had not actually considered this, despite their activities as of late. He supposed that in high-school and college, one too many bullies had implied they could force that kind of thing on him, or had all out been threatening too. He had always been physically small, socially awkward, not very overtly aggressive and had a boyish look about him that seemed to make people think of him as submissive. On one occasion, at least, he was left with the impression that the only thing that had saved him from that kind of abuse was his naturally strong fight instinct when under duress. After proving to get scrappy enough to be too much trouble, he was simply beaten up and left there. Because of this, he guessed, the idea of giving himself to a man willingly had not actually occurred to him.

He much preferred his memories of college from the alternate timeline created by Frank, where he had gone to college alongside Anthony and a few others he currently knew as fellow heroes and scientists. Even if it was confusing to have two sets of memories, on top of everything else, he feared that if it were not for them his friendship with Anthony would not be what it was. He remembered all the time they spent together then, at work or at play, and it seemed that they had always been this way, as if in alternate timelines all over the universe the one constant would be their friendship. He wondered what it could have been like if their relationship in the alternate timeline had evolved sooner. He thought those late nights in the college lab, while already some of his best memories, could have been even better. Although, back then, he was relatively certain that Anthony’s cocky nature would have made him hard to date, terrifying to approach, and that Anthony would have had a serious problem with the idea of taking a submissive role next to his meek college self. The idea did make him smile though, especially the haughty look he imagined he would get from him at the suggestion. In that moment he felt like he had back in college, as if the time in between had fallen away and he was like he had been then, and Anthony, his strong confident friend, was leading him away from pain and loneliness and into good things; treating him warmly, kindly and gently.

He felt himself get hard as Anthony ran his hands over him, holding him down and kissing him roughly. Even though Bruce liked to think of himself as having more traits that were masculine, and had settled into the roll of being the dominant of the pair, sexually, he did recognize that Anthony was both taller and much more muscular than he was. Now though, with Anthony over him, he suddenly felt smaller, docile, and a bit abashed to be willingly accepting this submissive roll. He had expected that this could make him feel a little scared -residual, involuntary anxiety left over from having been bullied and otherwise dominated by larger men in his youth- but instead the nervousness felt exciting. He trusted Anthony. It would have been hard to feel threatened by him in any event, having spent the last month as they had, but he also thought with certainty that Anthony could still come across as intimidating enough when he wanted to; and it seemed he wanted to.

Anthony broke the kiss to move on to teasing him. He was not, contrary to his recent behaviour, naturally given to filling a submissive roll, not in anything, and he did have a good deal more experience than Bruce did. He did not mind at all being on equal footing, but always being the one to be held down and made love to would get tiring after a while; not that he minded that treatment from his friend, especially since he was tired of the opposite treatment in all his other relationships. He was always the one to chase, to pursue, to seduce and it was always someone else who got to lay back and be made love to, let him have them, but not actively seek it. He had also been weary about turning the tables on him, in case Bruce was not interested, but now it seemed the most natural and logical next move. He adored how Bruce seemed to instantly lapse back to coy mannerisms and let him take over. He had always looked so deceptively cute and unassuming. On some level, Anthony would be very disappointed if he never had the privilege of being the one to make him squirm and feel overwhelmed, and pleasantly incapable of thought or sense.

Bruce felt hot breath and a rough goatee on his neck. Soft lips brushed over him and kissed him tenderly, teeth appearing here and there to nip gently. He wondered vaguely if this was not Anthony trying to reassert some of his masculinity after what had transpired the night before. He hopped it was not because he was in any kind of pain. He supposed he should still be angry, but he did not want to be. Besides that, he was relieved. Once again, Anthony had gotten his way and everything was okay; judging by the amount of tacky residue, things were more than okay. Having a relationship where both his major personalities were in love with the person, and agreement with each other about it, had so far proven to be the healthiest possible thing for him. His mind had been shattered apart and repeatedly stuck back together over the years -usually into some semblance of functioning- but Anthony made all of that better, he made Bruce feel held together and at peace with himself. Anthony’s lips trailed up to his ear, nibbling, licking and teasing the edge with a hot mouth. Bruce hummed contentedly and wrapped his arms over his shoulders.

Anthony nibbled on his earlobe gently, before letting it go with one final nip. He kissed down his neck again, this time trailing his tongue here and there, down to his collarbone. He nipped at him here too, across to the other side and started the whole process over again there. Bruce’s hands lowered back to the pillow in a cute imitation of what his alter ego had looked like the night before, except this time his legs were parted and his lips were red and moist from kissing.

Bruce was now reminded strongly of their first time together in the lab, with Anthony over him and teasing his nerves, he was being seduced again. This time, presumably because Anthony was much more assured of his interest, he was taking every liberty possible in nibbling, licking, kissing and drawing at his skin that he could. Bruce also had more certainty, not just in what was going on, but also that he could handle himself, possibly even if something did get pushed too far, even if he was not ready to admit to it. He relaxed and let himself react to the crawling nerves and hot mouth. That mouth trailed down to his nipples and a hot tongue took turns between them, making him squirm. He was actually surprised at how gentle Anthony was being, knowing that he seemed to enjoy it a little on the rough side. Teeth scraped at his skin, and he loved it, but it was gentle. He was not even certain he had ever been handled this way. Though he was often seen as submissive in various social contexts, he never actually had been put in such a roll sexually, and had never been with a man. There seemed to be some social convention about genders where men, in his experience at least, were not teased and seduced quite the same way women expected to be. The teasing on his nerves felt so good, he thought it rather a shame that he had not really felt anything like this before. He remembered his first reaction in the lab had been to try to tease Anthony this way, not even thinking about it. He wondered if anyone had ever done this sort of thing to his friend, but he did not really want to hear about his past relationships. Anthony kissed lower, down his ribs where he had been stroking him in the lab, holding his sides, above his hips, in warm hands. His tongue teased him wherever there was not hair in the way and his skin was smooth, all the way down to his hipbones. He could not help but roll towards the sensation a little, though he stopped when he heard Anthony chuckle at him.

Anthony, meanwhile, was more than content. Seducing was what he liked to do, not that he minded being seduced, or even -apparently- man handled, but it always brought him deep satisfaction to be the one causing pleasure, and until now he had been holding back. He supposed it was a bit silly, since teasing Bruce a little more would not necessarily have made his role seem more dominant, he had just thought that -in general- too much initiating on his part would make him nervous, and getting him too worked up before he thought he could handle it probably would have been ill-advised. He liked very much watching Bruce toss around and squirm. He stopped at his navel and smiled about the disappointed sound he heard when he moved down to his ankles next, rather than where Bruce had been anticipating contact. He lifted his foot so he could nibble on the inside of his ankle and watch him at the same time. All he did was look down at what he was doing, so Anthony continued. He nibbled on the inside of his knee next, and then up the inside of his thigh, Bruce instinctively tried to close his legs together against the sensation, rolling slightly, so he pressed his legs back apart and down against the bed. He nibbled right up to the sensitive tendon where his leg joined his body and then stopped, moving down to the opposite ankle to start over again. Bruce seemed to watch him more consistently this time, still squirming but also starting to look slightly impatient. Anthony maintained eye contact while he licked and nibbled the inside of his thigh a bit more expressively; causing Bruce to close his eyes and fall back to the pillow. He nibbled up higher, all along the inside of his hip on either side.

“Tony!” Bruce groaned, sounding frustrated.

Anthony knew why, of course, he had been teasing him for nearly an hour now; a small pool of clear fluid was now collecting on his stomach. He rather thought that was the point, get him as wet and worked up, as could be safe, so that he would enjoy himself as much as possible, not least of all because he had lacked the foresight to bring along lubricant.

“Not yet." he said, though he took him in his hand to help with the tension.

Bruce moaned at the contact, the warm and rough hand was not what he had been anticipating, but it was a relief. He felt Anthony draw his fingers through the fluid on his stomach.

“I needed this." he said by way of explanation.

Bruce glared at him, but he could not bear to maintain eye contact when Anthony touched him with wet fingers. He blushed deeply but lied back and tried to relax. The fingers were light and teasing, tracing circles around the sensitive nerves, it was not unpleasant, just unexpectedly sensitive. Anthony’s hand move in firm strokes, then, presumably to distract him. It was successful enough; it made the other teasing feel better and the nerves less touchy. Fingers massaged at him gently next, one finger playing a teasing game with him, as he himself had done to Anthony earlier. The finger started barely tapping him at first, then progressing to pushing shallowly in and back out until the motion was anticipated, getting deeper so slowly that it did not hurt, just felt a little strange. He was relieved to find it really did help. One finger was able to slide in and out before too long, Anthony having paused with his other hand here and there to keep him from getting too close. Then the finger was gone long enough to scoop more fluid off his belly. Then it came back and was hooking forward gently, not enough to press at the gland he was sure was the general point of this, rather just enough to let another finger work gently in behind it. The mild friction was starting to feel warm, but not unpleasant. Then suddenly he lost track of what that hand was doing when Anthony’s mouth joined his other hand, tongue tracing circles against his tip. He was sure Anthony could be driving him straight up the wall that way, if that was what he intended, but he kept things simple and slow, keeping him warm, wet and stimulated, but not too worked up. It felt amazing in general, but not so intense as to keep him from staying calm.

Anthony was trying not to do anything too stimulating, while still getting him wetter, and doing enough the keep him from feeling frustrated. He still had a ways to go before he would be relaxed enough, and he wanted to leave Bruce the option of whether he wanted to finish before, or while he was taking him. He let more fluid, from both of them, leak down towards his other fingers. He wanted to keep this as completely pain-free as possible. He was sure he would want to do this again, and it would be rather inconvenient if Bruce did not.

“I’m going to press forward now.” Anthony released him with his mouth to warn him, replacing it with his hand again.

When Bruce nodded he did just that, pressing in and forward, feeling for the gland that he was sure he would find easily enough. Bruce made no sound when he did find it, just relaxed around his fingers a little more and lifted his hips slightly. Anthony massaged with both hands gently for a moment before shifting himself up next to him, keeping his hands where they were. He kissed him gently first, to get his attention, then more, teasing and nibbling as much as Bruce would let him, since his hands were both busy. Anthony considered stopping with his fingers and moving on then, but he thought it might make it easier if he teased him a bit further. After a few minutes, Bruce seemed to be trying to say something, so he let go of his erection to support himself over him, kissing his neck and shoulders instead.

“Stop teasing me.” Bruce said, blushing.

Bruce was not even sure how he meant it, just that what he was doing was starting to get awkward and he did not want to wait too much longer for his own release, having been teased for quite some time already.

“How do you want me to…?” Anthony started to ask him what he wanted.

“Just… go slowly." he said, and it was answer enough.

Anthony pulled his fingers away slowly and lowered himself to him, resting against him gently. He did not want to take too long and give the muscles a chance to tense again, but he also did not want to move too fast and cause the same problem. He pressed tentatively forward. Bruce tensed his shoulders, but nothing else.

Bruce felt the slippery hardness against him and automatically defaulted to consciously controlling his breathing to avoid tensing. He was nervous for a second, but then he felt how slowly Anthony was moving and relaxed more completely. It felt awkward, a little uncomfortably intense, but he waited, laying as relaxed as possible, knowing it would feel good for his friend, and hoping that once he was deeper it would feel better for him too. He heard Anthony moan and it made him melt a bit. He remembered what the tight heat was like, and it made it feel better already knowing how much he was enjoying it. Bruce lifted his knees over Anthony’s hips to give him a better angle. Anthony moved one hand to his jaw and tipped his chin up to kiss him, while he pushed in the rest of the way. This made it feel better too, and even more so, when he began brushing past that gland he had been teasing earlier. Anthony pulled away from kissing him to breathe against his shoulder and hummed his name contentedly, and a bit breathlessly. Suddenly Bruce’s mind stopped being preoccupied with how strange it felt. All at once, the realization of what was happening was on him. Anthony was making love to him, strong body holding him down carefully and arousal buried in him, holding him, kissing him. Bruce moved his hair far enough to kiss his forehead, and wrapped his arms around him. Anthony moved against him, his hard stomach muscles brushing past his erection while he slid past that gland with each thrust. His last misgiving fell away as the nerves inside him seemed to decide that instead of aimlessly sensitive, it felt intensely good. He sighed deeply in pleasure and relief. He really had been worried he would not end up enjoying this very much, though he had wanted to.

Anthony had not realized how much he had wanted this until just now. Bruce could seem so many different ways, actually had a few personalities to be spoken of, and Anthony wanted all of them, including the meek, shy doctor he sometimes was; or at least had been, and seemed to be sometimes, even now. Bruce was soft and slim, and tight and hot, and making faint little sighing sounds every time he brushed past the right spot. He would flat out tell him he sounded like a nymph, except he thought that might cause him to stop, and that was the last thing he wanted. It was making his blood feel hot. After letting him be consistently dominant for over a month now, it was nice to have him like this. He kissed his neck and held his weight off him with one elbow so that his other hand could feel the subtle thrusting motions in his soft side. It was now Bruce’s hands in Anthony’s hair. He could not help but keep kissing him, trying to convey all the adoration he could to the side of his neck and his cheek.

“You have to know you’re absolutely irresistible like this.” Anthony told him.

“How could I know that?” Bruce asked faintly.

“Someone should have told you by now." he replied, kissing him more.

“No one’s ever had me like this.” Bruce reminded him.

“I’m sorry I took so long.” Anthony said gently near his ear.

“Me too." he sighed back.

Bruce might have felt embarrassed over Anthony’s sweet-talking, but he could tell he meant it. He did not even understand why he had been so resistant to the idea of this, or why he had expected not to enjoy it, from this side of things none of it made sense anymore. It was so intensely stimulating, but also almost frighteningly placating, pressure on that gland, and all the sensitive nerves being massaged at wetly; overwhelming, but also uniquely calming and satisfying. He lay there still feeling quite relaxed, and already as though he was on the edge of release. Anthony was moving so slowly he felt like they could take all day, and he would not have minded. Tender kisses and a tidily trimmed goatee roamed back and forth between his neck and right cheek and made him smile.

Anthony loved how Bruce looked entirely at peace, not even tensing his brow anymore, just sighing contentedly and brushing fingers lightly over the back of his neck where his hands rested. Anthony could have kept him like that all day, but even this slow pace was starting to get to him, not least of all because of how much Bruce seemed to be enjoying it. He could not help but moan as he thought about it. He caught him biting his lip, briefly, out of the corner of his eye, and smiled to himself. He brought his hand up to wrap around his erection, wanting to make sure Bruce finished first.

The desperate sound that Anthony made went straight through him, making him feel hot. Then a warm rough hand came up and wrapped around him. Before he realized it, he was over the edge, slow but intense waves of pleasure ran through him, long and lingering, as he felt Anthony stop moving. He still felt like he was having light spasms when hot fluid, spilling inside him, made him suddenly feel almost slippery enough for it to be ticklish.

When Anthony felt heat spill out between them, almost the moment he touched him, the very idea that he had been keeping him that close tore through his brain and escaped as a gratified hum. He stopped moving, for a moment wanting to feel Bruce first, feel the warmth around him pulsed in time with the pleasure he was causing, just before he let himself go. The only reason why he had not called out suddenly was that it would sound too harsh next to the quiet gasping sounds that Bruce was making. He bit his shoulder lightly to stop himself, gently and possessively.

Suddenly his pulse was in his ears and he was spent. He pulled out gently and rolled them over so he could collapse without hurting Bruce, and without pulling away from him.

Bruce was happy to curl up to him, drawing up the covers as he went. They could shower later.

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A note from the author:
Sorry it took so long to update. I did update DI, and have been doing some editing and some art, but I've also been very tired and had more than a few headaches, it's been a rough couple of weeks.
Hey! look at that... Bruce on the bottom... had to happen eventually right? There's still more to come, maybe only a chapter or two, but tell me what you think. ...There may also be another fic stewing of their college aged selves, so let me know what you think of that too... Has no one here read the comics from the alternate timeline created by Frank? *sigh* I feel so old... first I realize I don't know how to fix a circuit breaker because I'm used to blown fuses, though I understand how they both work and could figure it out, and now it seems my entire reading audience is too young to have read most of the comics... I was trapped in ice for 5 years, not 50. I suspect most of you ignore my notes anyway... You all just want me for my brain-sex.
Please review! ...Y'know, especially if you want me to get the feedback I need to improve my writing and start releasing original novels, with y'know, hotness and stuff from my own brain, and unlimited by the confines of other characters and other universes.
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