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Novus Lupus	By : TheMadSlasher Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 8392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Novus Lupus
- 2-Act 2
- 3-Act 3
- 4-Act 4
- 2
- 3
- 4
ACT 3

Part 26

One night during Prep Week, Clint saw a note being slid beneath his door. He picked it up.

Barton,

I've got a really wicked idea. Come down to the garage. Wear only your boots, gloves and jacket. Nothing else, except that hot smirk of yours.

-Logan

The playful, mischievous grin spread across Clint's face as he began putting on the leather gloves and jacket. His heart rate increased as he slid into the motorcycle boots. Hope JARVIS doesn't react to me going through the house with no pants he thought as he opened the doorway and left his room.

Less than a minute later he strode into Tony's basement workshop with a cocky smirk and a naughty spark in his eyes. He then looked towards where he and Logan parked their bikes.

"Glad ya could make it Arrowhead," Logan growled from atop his bike. He wore his jacket, gloves and boots, black leather chaps and nothing else. His open jacket exposed the thick coat of jet-black hair on his chiseled chest. He took a draw of the cigar that lay between his lips and kept his gaze focused on the younger man.

"Because fuck, I'm horny right now," he grabbed his rigid manhood in his gloved fist and slowly shifted his left leg over to the other side of the bike, giving Clint a very good view of his hardon.

Clint's own cock began to rise as he walked over to the black-haired Canuck. He chuckled as he licked his lips, "I wonder how we're gonna fix that," he asked sarcastically. Not that I'm complaining! He breathed in the scent of smoke and leather that surrounded the elder man and he only got harder.

His cock nearly burst when he heard the rasp that came from the feral's hungrily smirking lips. "Fuck me, Clint."

A few seconds later, the cigar lay stubbed out in a nearby ashtray and the Canadian was lying back and resting his head just beneath the cycle's handlebars. His thick thighs were parted wide; his right leg rested on the ground whilst his left arm hooked around the back of his left thigh and lifted his left leg up. The feral's wide jaw clenched and heavy brow furrowed as he moaned and groaned at the feeling of Clint's gloved, lube-slicked fingers sliding into his ass.

Hawkeye grinned as he surveyed the image of the muscular, shirtless, leather-clad man writhing atop the bike. His own cock throbbed as he felt the constriction around his fingers.

"Fuck yeah, Barton... that's right, goddamn ya know what ta do... every fuckin' knuckle feels amazin', kid. C'mon, gimme more, get me ready fer that cock o'yers..." The elder man nearly purred as he felt another finger enter him and spread him wider.

Barton hoisted Logan's leather-wrapped left leg onto his shoulder, then used the same hand to lube his shaft. He carefully withdrew his other hand's fingers from the elder man's body and positioned the head right at the dark-haired man's well-prepared entrance. The playful grin and mischievous spark in his eyes only grew more obvious as he let himself relish the moment. He took a breath before starting to move forward.

An almost angry roar seemed to erupt from Logan's lungs as he felt the young blond's manhood slide into him. His knuckles went white, his eyes clamped shut and his teeth ground together as the steady, advancing pressure filled him slowly.

"FUCK YEAH, CLINT!" He bellowed as he felt each vein on the archer's shaft grind against his prostate. His breath came in gasps until he felt the hilt of the other man's cock against his muscled ass.

"Shit... ya know every spot..." he groaned.

"You know I'm always on target," Hawkeye replied smugly. The heat and tightness and sheer constriction surrounding his rigid length had the familiar energy building up within his groin already. "So, tell me something I already know... how does it feel buddy?"

"Abso-fuckin'-lutely amazin', kid...." Wolverine growled in a satisfied rumble. He looked up into the archer's face and responded to the younger man's playful smirk with a warm smile. "Ya cocky, worthy, talented rebel... C'mon, more... don't keep me waitin', blondie."

Clint didn't hesitate and he immediately began moving back and forth in swift but precise, smooth and measured strokes. Each thrust had him withdraw until only the head remained inside, before plunging balls-deep back into the stocky feral. The delicious friction and heat surrounding his cock had him leaking preseed already. Droplets of sweat snaked down the hard, sinewey musculature of his torso as he slammed his way back into the elder man.

Logan's nerves were on fire with sensation; the heat and pressure pounded its way in and out of his body as he thrashed and growled and demanded more. The tightness in his balls morphed into a sore heat as he got ever closer to orgasm. The relentless grinding against his throbbing prostate finally drove him over the edge; his leather-gloved free hand began stroking his manhood and seconds later he shot his load over his chest.

The ferocious growl Logan made sent shockwaves through Clint's brain that only drew more desperate slamming from him. Just then, the tension in his groin snapped. He gasped with each burst of cum he released into the savage's body as endorphines rapidly flooded his system.

The two men were left panting atop Wolverine's Harley, their muscled torsos pressed together and their hearts still pounding.

"Man... that was awesome..." Hawkeye whispered with a soft chuckle.

"Yep..." Logan replied as his smirk returned. "But I'm still horny. How about lettin' me have my turn?"

"Sure thing, Wolvie," the archer replied with a small smile, "just lemme recover. Not everyone has a healing-factor-powered instantly-regenerating-hardon."

About fifteen minutes later, the archer lay back on his own bike. His right leg remained planted on the floor but his left leg hooked itself over the elder man's sturdy shoulder. He felt the feral's gloved hand creeping into the cleft of his ass; his heart began to pound in both anticipation and... please.. whatever you do, don't hurt me..

The feral immediately smelled the nervous sweat, saw the slight twitch of the eye and heard the imperceptible-to-anyone-else shake in the breath. Can't blame him. Apart from tha fact guys are his exception ta tha rule, 'Tasha was tha sadist from hell. Doubt she pegged him slowly. He began speaking in a comforting purr,

"don't worry Barton.. I always fuck ya gentle..."

Clint nodded and inhaled as he felt the first thick, slick, leather-clad finger enter him. His eyes rolled back as he felt each knuckle slide past the tight ring of muscle. The elder man's other hand slid up his torso; Logan's gloved fingers slowly tweaked his right nipple. The skin quickly grew almost as hard as his aching cock.

"Yeah... I wouldn't want this if I didn't trust you... just..." he took another gasp as he felt a second finger begin to press against his entrance.

Concentration and concern etched itself on the feral's face as his second finger began to breach the younger man's immensely tight body. His second finger slid in at a glacial pace as he watched the blond's teeth clench... but there was no pain in the archer's eyes or scent.

"Make sure ya tell me if it hurts..."

"I will... it doesn't," Clint responded. His grip became white-knuckle as he felt Logan's two fingers begin to move around and spread slowly. A droplet of sweat trickled down the side of his face as he felt his resistance drop. His thoughts began to lose coherence and his breathing became ragged as he felt his asshole being stretched ever wider, but with such care and caution. His right nipple throbbed from the tweaking as droplets of precum emerged at the tip of his manhood. As soon as he felt the third finger slide in and the elder man's gloved fingertips come to rest on his prostate, the only response he could make was a deep, hungry moan.

"Yeah... yer ready now, Arrowhead. Ready ta have my thick cock fill ya up..." Logan said as his fingers began to withdraw. His other hand left the archer's nipple and rested on the younger man's shoulder. He rubbed the remaining lube on his iron shaft before placing the broad head between Clint's hard butt-cheeks.

At that moment, the archer's eyes fixed on the elder man's. The heavy-browed face of the wildman had only one expression there, an expression 'Tasha never made; absolute respect.

"You've earned this, Clint," the feral growled softly. And then the stocky Canadian's hips began to press forward.

The thrust was a single, continuous, smooth, extremely slow motion. A drawn-out moan spilled from the archer's lips as the Canadian's cock advanced ever deeper into him; his eyes clamped shut and his brow furrowed from the sheer intensity of the sensation yet Logan's careful preparation prevented any pain. His hands gripped Logan's arms for dear life as he felt his prostate being almost squeezed due to the impressive girth of the elder's manhood. He gasped, almost in relief, when he felt the base of the shorter man's shaft press against his butt.

"Fuck, Clint," Logan began with a wolfish smirk as his left hand reassuringly massaged Hawkeye's shoulder, "you took that cock so fuckin' well.. yer lovin' it ain'tcha? Told ya it wouldn't hurt one bit... Yer so fuckin' tight and hot in there, yer clampin' down on my dick so hard.. I ain't gonna last long inside ya.."

Clint opened his eyes and looked down for a second; already preseed leaked at the tip. "Me neither," he grunted as he took another breath. "Which sucks.."

A deep and sinister chuckle emerged from the dark-haired man. "That's why I'm gonna keep goin' real slow... let ya feel every inch an' every second... a long build up that makes yer balls feel like they're boilin' with need... ready fer that?"

"You really gotta ask?" the taller man replied as the familiar naughty smirk returned to his face.

"Good man," the stocky mutant responded with a smile.

The feral began to move at a careful, measured pace. He withdrew progressively further each time, lengthening each thrust. Clint groaned and grunted beneath him; both men clenched their teeth as they tried to resist the tide.

He was right, Clint thought as the sore heat in his balls only grew more intense; part of him wanted to release the tension right now yet most of him didn't want the ecstasy to end. The warmth of the elder's body, the fullness and pressure and throbbing within him, the almost painful hardness of his own cock... the sensations simply overwhelmed him.

One final, agonizingly-slow thrust had Logan shift the angle towards the archer's sweet spot. The spike in intensity overcame his resistance; the younger man almost yelled as he felt every nerve in his body spontaneously combust. He grunted with each shot of seed he released and gasped when he was spent.

The wild spasming and clenching of Clint's ass around his cock pushed the Canadian too far; a deep rumble left his lungs as the tension spiked inside his groin. He came inside the younger man's body, purring and growling as he did.

About ten minutes later, both men were lying back on Logan's bed. Snugglin' ain't optional, Logan thought to himself as his arms intertwined with Clint's. He could've gone another round; fuck yeah, spread my legs wide, have him fuck me again, just as deep and slow as I fucked him... but he knew even Clint couldn't keep up with his libido. Tha quality more than makes up fer tha quantity, though. He held the archer's broad-shouldered, sinewy frame against his own stocky, sturdy, hairy musculature.

Clint's long limbs wrapped around the shorter man; his body's so warm he thought as he remembered something Logan said earlier when he was fucking the man; "cocky, worthy, talented rebel," everything about me that 'Tasha hates, he respects. Consciousness began to leave him.

One thing's fer sure, neither of us are gonna be havin' bad dreams about needles tonight Logan thought as a small smile spread across his face.

Part 27

It's Prep Week. Of course I'm preparing. Right now I'm preparing a Martini made on three-hundred-dollar vodka, he thought as he dropped a twist of lemon-peel into the clear liquid. As Tony Stark raised the ice-cold glass to his lips and took a sip, he heard a very heavy stride behind him.

"Hail, Brother Antony," Thor began in a seductive voice as his large hands came to rest on the dark-haired Midgardian's hard biceps. His bewhiskered chin moved into the crook of Tony's neck as his torso pressed into Tony's back.

He's getting good at this Tony thought with a smirk as he tried not to shiver at the small scrapes of Thor's beard against his neck. "Hey big guy," he took another sip of his Martini, "how's things?"

"I wish to grant you something," he began in a low whisper. "Something I only grant to those worthy enough to be my shield brothers..."

He wants me to indulge his sick little fetish again, doesn't he? Tony thought as he felt the Thunderer's hands begin to encircle his abdomen.

"I wish to honor you, Antony... honor you with Mjolnir, and bond with you as warriors bond with each other... will you grant me this?"

Yep. His sick little fetish. And I know if I say no, he'll act like a kicked puppy. Sure, its hard to not laugh but it isn't like he enjoys it heavy... he's the Disney version of how most people into it act. He managed to hold back his groans and snickers as he nodded. "Sure thing... Brother Thor."

Thor grinned like a child on Christmas morning as his grip on the inventor suddenly tightened up. "Thank you, Antony," he replied in a grateful whisper. "I shall see you in my room. You know what to wear." The Asgardian then released Stark and gleefully dashed up the stairs.

Tony swallowed the entire Martini in one gulp and then trudged back to his own room; a few seconds later he stood naked within his wardrobe and found what Thor wanted him to wear.

Gray shirt, three blue runes printed across the chest... makes more sense for Thor than Greek letters he thought as he slid the shirt over his own muscular, slightly stocky frame. He then plucked a white jockstrap out of the drawer and pulled it on. I said I'd indulge him, might as well put some effort into it.

A minute later, Tony walked into Thor's bedroom. Thor stood dressed identically to Tony; the tight gray shirt clung to every bulging muscle that reinforced his torso. He held a bubble-wrapped, rectangular object in his hand; his fingers began to tear through the wrapping.

I'm surprised he hasn't had hundreds of these made the inventor thought to himself as he looked upon the unwrapped object; Thor's custom fraternity paddle with the runic script for "Mjolnir" carved into the glossy surface of the wood. The inventor walked towards the Asgardian with a smirk on his face; Thor responded with a warm grin and held out the paddle, handle towards the dark-haired man.

"You first, Brother Antony," Thor gregariously stated, "my strength is as much yours, as yours is mine." Tony accepted the paddle from him and he pulled the padded sawhorse from the closet. Without even a second's hesitation he bent over lengthways, face towards the glass wall overlooking the ocean and ass towards Tony.

Tony licked his lips as he looked at the Norseman's ass; the rock-hard globes of musculature sat at the top of phenomenally thick thighs. A very light sprinkling of red-gold hairs ran down the thunderer's glutes and legs. Each muscle's powerful motions reminded Tony of suspension bridge cables being pulled tight. His blood raced downwards as his grip around the paddle's handle grew tense.

Alright. That ass is worth the bad acting.

The inventor slid the edge of the paddle between Thor's ass cheeks and watched the larger man quiver with anticipation.

"What do you want, Brother Thor?" he asked rhetorically. "For you to whack my ass, duh!"

"Please, Brother Antony," the monolithic Asgardian groaned, "I need this..."

Tony quickly raised the paddle and brought it down upon Thor's steel-hard ass, just enough to see the flesh get redder but no more. The Norseman grunted and pushed his butt out more. Keep looking at that ass and you'll forget the next line.

"You sure do, big guy. Watching you take each swat like the worthy man you are..." Three more quick swats followed; the muscles on the red-blond man's body tensed in time with each crack that reached Tony's ears.

I can't believe I'm not collapsing in laughter, Tony thought several minutes later. He stuck to the well-rehearsed lines, alternating between whacks of the paddle and rubbing it against the Asgardian's ass.

Thor trembled in anticipation and catharsis; his body shivered in between each impact. The slightly stinging, sore warmth on his ass brought adrenaline into his bloodstream. His heavy breathing underscored the near-desperation of his demands.

"More, Brother Antony. I can take it. I am honored to take this from you."

"Good man," Tony responded. Now my arm's getting sore... if I pull a muscle I'm gonna be pissed.

Several minutes later, Thor was standing and his thick arms encircled the dark-haired genius; he felt the shorter man's own warm embrace surround his broad back. His chest heaved and a few stray droplets of sweat dripped from his brow.

"Thank you... thank you Brother."

Even Tony couldn't help but feel warmth rise in the pit of his stomach at the sheer affection and brotherliness Thor gave so freely. All the falsehoods he had to put on for the media, all the fake civility of the board members (they'd all do anything just to dilute my share and get more for themselves... parasites), the cruelty of Howard... had anyone he'd ever met been so freely giving with friendship as Thor?

"Alright, Brother..." Thor began with the beginnings of a grin as he took the paddle away from Tony, "'tis your turn to be honored with Mjolnir. Prepare and position yourself, Brother Antony."

Tony nodded silently and took up the same position Thor used. He shivered as he felt the surface of the paddle move along his bare ass; he could feel the rune-shaped grooves carved into the wood. He growled slightly as he felt the edge sliding up and down between his buttocks.

"You crave this, do you not?"

"I do, Brother Thor," Tony replied. Better acting than usual! Tony then gasped as he felt the paddle strike his ass; a bright flash of hot sting faded into a dull throb as a thunder-like sound bounced off the walls. There wasn't much pain; the big guy's not into this for pain, thankfully he thought. He gritted his teeth as he felt three more quick swats.

"Indeed, Brother Antony, and you're a good man for accepting it. It takes a man of integrity to declare he needs this," The longhaired man soothingly slid the paddle's surface against the reddening ass of the inventor for a few seconds before giving another swat to him; he licked his lips as he saw the dark-haired man's muscles tense up. His manhood strained against his jockstrap. "Yes, you are worthy of this, worthy of my brotherhood."

Tony's breathing had become heavier as the heat on his ass kept building up. His fingers were white as he gripped the sawhorse's front legs. He shivered as he felt the edge of the paddle move between his cheeks again. He then clenched his teeth as he felt another impact; the sensation rippled through his body like an electric shock.

"You need more, don't you, Brother?" He heard Thor say in a low, warm, dignified voice. Yeah, I don't mind playing along he thought as he nodded.

"Aye, Brother. Good man," the Asgardian replied as he made a few more swats; lighter than but faster than the usual. He smiled warmly as he looked at the pinkish-red glow on the shorter man's butt. He trusts me to bond with him, to not degrade or diminish or torment him... my genius brother.. He imagined how after this he'd embrace the inventor, surround Stark with his thick arms and hold the man firmly against his rugged torso. He raised the paddle again for another strike.

Without any warning, the door opened.

"Thor, I was..." Captain Rogers instantly fell silent after entering the room. His eyes went wide as he surveyed the scene; a half-naked, red-butted Tony bent over a padded sawhorse, a similarly half-naked and red-butted Thor holding a fraternity paddle with runes carved into it. His jaw began to descend.

"C'mon, this isn't the weirdest thing you've seen" Tony said to Steve in a tone of blunt indifference. "Didn't they have knocking during the Depression?"

"I... well..." Steve stammered as his face grew as red as Thor's ass, "Thor said if I needed him I didn't... well... I didn't hear anything from inside."

"Soundproof walls," Tony replied. "Thor, did you give Steve permission to barge in any time?"

"Aye, Antony. Although I didn't anticipate consequences such as this. But perhaps the good Captain would like to stay!" Thor's tone returned to enthusiasm at the last sentence, "care to join in, Brother Steven?"

"I'll pass," Steve responded as he quickly left the room and closed the door.

For a few minutes, Steve stood in the hallway. The Super Soldier made no motions other than the blinking of his eyelids. He stared into space as his inner monologue fell silent. He didn't really know what to think.

Part 28

"Really?"

Steve nodded.

"Really?"

Steve nodded again as his blush subsided slightly.

"You really expect me to believe that you've never gone beyond third base?"

"I haven't... before the serum no one was interested in me. After the serum I was too busy selling war bonds or fighting the war."

Tony smirked, "not even some soldierly bonding exercises with your commando unit?"

Steve's blush returned. "Well... nothing beyond third base," he shakily answered.

"What about Peggy? It counts as beyond third base if Peggy pegged you, by the way."

"Pegged? Do I even want to know?"

"Yeah, probably not. Doubt you even had strap-ons back then."

"Strap-on what?"

"Nevermind," Tony continued as he took a long breath. So I'm the first to plunder the national treasure! Howard didn't! Score! He turned his head away from the ceiling and towards the other man; Steve lay beside him in his bed, blond head atop thick pillows.

"Why me? Why not Thor, Clint or Logan?"

"You saved me from that Resoc camp. You're masterminding and funding this rebellion. And you're the smartest man I've ever met." Steve spoke free of any hesitations or pauses.

"Smarter than Howard?" Tony asked quietly. He wanted to cheer when he saw Steve nod in reply.

"Plus I've... heard you're really good at this.."

Tony's smile shifted from an elated grin to an evil smirk. "Guilty as charged. So you want me to show you?" Of course he does. But I want him to say it.

Steve's face went redder as he tried to find the words. "I... I... well... yeah..." Don't back down, soldier. You've felt pain and fear and embarrassment but it's never made you back down. He took a breath and exhaled slowly as he locked his gaze onto the inventor's; "Yes, Tony. I want this. I want you."

Tony instantly dived for the nightstand, yanked the drawer open and removed a tube of lube from it. He quickly straddled Steve's legs and squirted a huge glob of lube into his hand. "Awesome! So we should probably start with the easy part, how about me riding your cock? We know you wanna fuck my ass after all..." Tony's gaze moved downwards to Steve's stiffening cock and he quickly wrapped his gel-slathered hand around the thick pillar of flesh.

Steve shivered at the coldness of the gel but he remained slack-jawed as he looked up at Tony. Whoa, slow down! Too fast! "Tony..." he said quietly as he looked up at the inventor; the arc reactor's glow emanated from the dark-haired man's chest.

"And I wanna make your first time go with clockwork efficiency instead of being all awkward and fumbly because that kind of sex usually hurts like a bitch and..." The inventor continued rubbing the lube over Steve's cock without missing a breath as his own shaft reached it's full size. His balls ached as his gaze wandered over Steve's chest and abs.

"Tony!" Steve quickly snapped. He instantly saw Stark's eyes lock onto his own, the gaze was one of surprise rather than hurt. "Just... take your time okay?"

Tony took another breath as he continued to rub at Steve's cock, but with a slower pace. "Okay. Fine. Anyway," he continued, "I promise one-hundred-percent satisfaction." He then reached behind his back and wrapped his fingers around the rubber cylinder.

Steve's jaw dropped again as he watched Stark pull something from... he had that thing... there? He couldn't deny how handsome Tony's face looked; jaw clenched and eyes rolled back in pleasure as the... thing... was removed from Tony's ass.

"Just some pre-prep. To make sure things proceed smoothly," Tony continued with a smug smirk as he placed the butt-plug onto the nightstand, base down.

"You certainly plan ahead," Steve replied in an almost uncertain tone. He shuddered as he watched the inventor slide up his body; he watched as Tony rose upwards, and then he bit his lip as he felt the head of his cock slide between the genius' rock-hard ass cheeks.

Tony smirked smugly and licked his lips in relish before he began to lower himself onto the Super Soldier's manhood; the hard, defined planes of his solid form glistened with a very light sheen of sweat as his teeth clenched. "Fuck... Steve..." he growled as he felt the other man's length move into his body.

The blond gasped as he felt inch after inch of his shaft be devoured and engulfed by the constricting heat of the inventor's ass. His own face flushed again as his breathing became frantic. The sheer amount of sensation surrounding his cock seemed to block out all other nerve impulses in his body. "Oh gosh... that's... that's so..."

"Good, right?" Tony asked as he peered down at Steve with a filthy, arrogant, smug smirk on his face. "Knew you'd love it." He grunted again as a bead of moisture emerged at the head of his manhood. His hands moved over the sculpted bulges of the blond's torso as he shifted his own body at an angle. "Oh yeah, that's the spot," he said through as gasp as he felt Steve's cock rub against his prostate.

Steve just lay there, in shock at the sight of the genius impaled upon his shaft. With no conscious thought his hands gripped the other man's hips. He shuddered as he felt the dark-haired man lean down and whisper into his ear; Tony's goatee tickled him.

"Want me to ride your cock? Yeah I know, obvious answer, but c'mon, this is the part where you usually beg and possibly even swear while you ask..."

"Please..." Steve quickly cut Tony off in a desperate voice, "please ride me Tony.."

Without even a second's hesitation, Stark reared back and began rapidly sliding up and down the Captain's maleness. The inventor groaned and growled as he felt the throbbing heat slide in and out of his body; he stifled cries each time the other man's length collided against his sweet spot. Sweat dripped from his brow as more droplets of precum fell from his achingly-hard shaft. "Oh man, Steve you feel so damn good right there," Tony blurted without any pauses between syllables.

Steve's knuckles were white as his hands stayed on Tony's hips. The repeated motion and constant heat around his cock only increased the tension in his groin. His heartbeat became faster and faster as his own hips began to thrust upward into the inventor's body. Tony began to nearly yell in response; it only encouraged him further. The soldier's ragged breaths became grunts as he imagined licking every drop of sweat off Tony's body. He clenched his teeth as he felt the tension increase, as if the air were becoming electrically charged. "Not... much... longer..." he snarled.

Tony's motions became wilder; formerly smooth and nearly mechanical in their precision, the inventor's up-and-down oscillations had became discoordinated chaos that Steve's grip simply could not manage. He bit his lip but couldn't hold off any longer; the endless stream of consciousness that thundered through his mind went blank. His dark eyes rolled back as a moan spilled from his lips; he clamped down on Steve's cock as he came all over the blond man's torso.

Steve quivered beneath the inventor, shut his eyes and grit his teeth as he came. The tightness surrounding his cock only succeeded at pulling what felt like every single drop of seed out of his body. Everything outside the sensations coursing through his skin seemed nonexistent for that brief moment of catharsis. When his conscious thoughts returned to him, all he concentrated on was the rhythm of his breathing.

"See? Told you it was fun," Tony quickly said as he climbed off Steve and dashed into the bathroom. He came back with tissues and a washcloth. "So, up for Round 2 when we both recover?" He made another devilish smirk when he saw Rogers' nod silently.

Several minutes later, Steve lay on his stomach with spread legs. The soldier had a pillow wedged between his arm and his head; Tony's gaze hungrily moved up the rugged terrain of his back. Steve's breaths hitched in his throat as he felt the air brushing against his exposed asshole. Relax, soldier, he promised not to hurt you, and he never has... He felt his heart pound as he felt Tony's weight behind him.

The inventor knelt between Steve's spread legs and slathered his long, tinkering-roughened fingers with a very generous amount of lube. "If this feels anything like a medical exam then I'm doing it wrong. Gimme feedback, alright?"

"I will," Steve responded. He lay there and just breathed, awaiting it to begin. He felt his fingers dig into the pillow.

He took one more breath. Then he felt it... just the single finger sliding into him. He shuddered with each knuckle that passed into his body; the sensation didn't hurt yet it felt more... strange... than pleasurable. The second finger slid in shortly thereafter, and groans began to well up from his lungs as the felt himself begin to open.

It should be right... about... here, he thought as he crooked his fingers. At that second, it looked like seizmic shocks tore through the terrain of Steve's back.

"Jesus Christ!!" the soldier yelled as his fingers almost ripped the sheets. He gasped as he felt it again; the jolt of pleasure burned through his synapses as he clamped his eyes shut. "What was that?"

"Your prostate, handsome," Tony replied before licking a trail up Steve's spine. He smirked as he felt the blond shiver; his own rock-hard manhood stood waiting. "How's it feel? Want another finger?"

"Please, yes!" He then clenched his teeth as his eyes rolled back; the stretch between his cheeks had his shaft rigid already. The inventor's skilled fingers writhed and twisted within his body, slowly overwhelming all resistance. Feeling all three fingers splayed out inside him only propelled more groans and moans out of his lungs. "Oh god, Tony... please don't keep me waiting... I want this..."

Tony smirked and licked his lips as he watched the soldier's muscles pull and strain; his heartbeat grew faster as he felt the constriction around his fingers. "Don't worry, you'll get it, promise," he said in a slow, seductive tone, "but I want you on your back. I want to watch your face when I push into you, Steve."

Steve gulped as he heard Tony's voice slither into his mind. His arms felt like they were jelly as he pushed himself up off the pillow and twisted his body around; he hissed at the feeling of rotating around Tony's knuckles. He laid himself back down on the firm mattress; his face now visible to Tony.

His cheeks are redder than my ass after indulging Thor, Tony thought as he slid his fingers out of Steve. He watched the soldier's square jaw clench before he covered his manhood in more lube. He lifted the war hero's legs up onto his shoulders and then positioned the crown of his cock between the blond's steel-hard glutes.

"Relax, Rogers. It won't hurt a bit." And you've seen actual Tony Stark and warmed up to him. Not many people do that. Not enough. Not even Pepper's seen real me. And I'm gonna fuck the memories of Howard right out of your skull.

The inventor drifted forward in a careful, practiced motion; a soft, low moan came from Tony's lips as he felt the Super Soldier's body clamp down on his manhood. His cock slid deeper and deeper into Steve's ass as the blond beneath him groaned and purred.

"M..more... oh jesus, Tony..." Rogers gasped as his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. His fists dug into the sheets again as the warm, filling stretch moved further and further into his body. His brow furrowed at the crushing pressure of Tony's shaft against his prostate as droplets of moisture beaded at the tip of his length. "More... please god dammit more..."

Tony couldn't help but grin as he saw the larger man quiver and quake on the end of his cock. The clenched muscles surrounding his shaft seemed determined to squeeze every drop they could get out of him. Tony panted as he watched the soldier's chest rise and fall; the inventor's fingers dug even deeper into the taller man's meaty thighs as he watched a single bead of sweat trail through the valleys of Steve's abs.

"Please Tony... please fuck me," Steve asked; the soldier still blushed but his eyes looked into Tony's with a certain, almost demanding gaze.

Tony responded with a smug, sinister smirk as he withdrew his manhood slowly; Steve hissed and trembled but yelled out in pleasure as Stark slid his cock back inside. The technologist's fingers gripped Steve's thighs with white-knuckled force as his hips moved back and forth, burying his cock to the hilt with each stroke. As the steady, smooth thrusts continued one after another with no pauses between, Tony clenched his teeth; shit, almost there... oh fuck his ass is so perfect and he looks so hot with my dick up his ass... His pulse mimicked a machine gun as the energy pooled in his gut.

"Tony!" Steve nearly bellowed as wave after wave of electricity coursed up his spine and shredded his mind apart. The tightness in his groin grew painful as inch after inch of the dark-haired man's shaft entered and exited his ass. He didn't even feel the bruising force of the fingertips on his thighs; the heat and pressure moving in and out of his body blinded his nerves to any other sensation. The ache in his loins only got greater as his muscular torso writhed on the bed; he bit his lip but he knew he wouldn't last much longer. "Oh god... Tony... I'm.. about to..." Suddenly, he roared as he saw stars.

With one final thrust aimed directly at the Super Soldier's prostate, Tony buried himself in Steve; he watched seed erupt from the blond's cock. The spasming tightness around his maleness brought him to his own climax. He unloaded burst after burst of his essence inside the larger man; the world around him began to go hazy as the endorphine-saturated afterglow started to take hold.

For a minute, both men just held still; Tony supported his weight with his arms as he just looked into Steve's face. Both men were breathing hard; their inhales and exhales almost came as a call-and-response. Afterward, Tony flopped down beside the soldier.

"So, you want Chinese for dinner? Or Japanese? Or Italian? Or Mexican? We got everything."

"After that workout.. 'everything' sounds tempting."

Part 29

The next day, Steve Rogers again put on his new outfit. The blue T-shirt with the white star, the star-spangled jockstrap (he cringed), the black-white-gray urban camouflage pants, the black leather belt with the US flag belt buckle, the black leather jacket with silver zips and buckles and US flag patches on the upper biceps...

But he saved the best for last. As he laced up the knee-high black boots, he felt the limb becoming stronger. The rush almost reminded him of Project Rebirth, how the adrenaline coursed through his veins like liquid fire as the feeling of strength flowed into every cell of his body. The light from the window splashed off the leather of the boots into a haze that made his mouth water.

Given what usually goes on these days, I shouldn't feel so weird about this, he thought. But he couldn't fight the blush on his face when he remembered the conversation he had with Logan recently.

"Logan, I need to ask you something confidentially."

"No problem, Cap. Ask away."

"I..." he blushed, "well, you know how everyone in this world is... well, kinky?"

Logan nodded.

"Does being against Novus Lupus mean we can't be? Because I saw Thor and Tony..."

Logan cut Steve off with a chuckle and a knowing smirk. "Not all kinks have ta be about D/s, Rogers. Dom and sub ain't about what ya do in bed, but about how and why ya do it. Thor's kink ain't mine, but I know it ain't about D/s with him. Ya follow?"

Steve nodded. "So I can... try something new... without D/s?"

Logan's smirk flashed teeth as he replied. "O'course. Why? Wanna try somethin' new?"

Steve couldn't stop half of his blood supply rushing to his cheeks as he witnessed the depraved, hungry leer on Logan's face combined with the feral's filthy, predatory growl. He gulped.

Logan chuckled darkly. "Didn't wanna tell Tony ya got a kink or three? Why ask me?"

"You... looked kinda... well... like you'd be..."

"Tha right man ta ask? Well, ya got that right. I got more kinks than everyone else in this house. Consider this a standin' offer... when tha curiosity's about ta kill tha Cap, I'm right here."

He stood outside Logan's door for a few seconds. Don't chicken out; Logan's not going to be like that son of a bitch at the Resoc Camp.. He knocked.

He entered to the sight of Logan leaning back in a chair. The mutant's jacket lay open and revealed a chest coated in a dense forest of jet black hair. His eyes moved down and took in the sight; the black leather gloves, jeans, and most importantly, the boots. Classic motorcycle boots that reached up to the feral's knees. His mouth began to water.

"Someone's eager," Logan said with a filthy grin. "Not that I'm complainin'. Close tha door, Rogers, then we can have a little chat."

Steve's heartrate jumped for a second as he felt the wildman's voice move through the coils of his brain. He shut the door without taking his eyes off the shorter man. He then sat down on the bed.

"I don't know what I'm doing..." Steve began as he shook his head.

"No pressure, Rogers. Just say what ya need ta say." The Canadian could smell the embarrassment, the fear, the arousal and the familiar hurricane of contradictory feelings. Been there.

"I..." Steve took a breath. "It started back in the Resoc camp." His exhale was slightly unstable; only Logan noticed the wavering. "They tried to break me... so they tried to appeal to the soldier instincts."

Logan only nodded. Not surprisin'... that's tha military fer ya... reprogram yer mind so ya think like a pack animal, that way its easy ta control ya... Novus Lupus' ideas weren't new...

Steve continued. "At the camp, they got this drill instructor to try and break me. Beatings.... forced workouts..." his voice grew shaky, "a whole lot of other sick stuff. Several times he ordered me to 'learn some respect' and lick his boots."

The soldier then looked up, straight into Logan's eyes. His voice grew harsh and certain as he spoke again. "But I know respect. Real respect. And that bastard deserved none of it. I'd have rather died than lick his boots."

Logan smirked hungrily as he saw the fire in the blond's eyes and heard the conviction in the tone. Fuck, Rogers, yer makin' me hard right now he thought, but he kept quiet as he watched the taller man's glance evade his again.

"Then when I first tried on this outfit Tony got me... something hit me.." the shakiness, so slight that Logan could barely hear it, returned. "The man in the mirror... the embodiment of every ideal I've fought for," he blushed, "didn't he deserve that kind of respect? That kind of admiration? Would I worship his boots?" Steve just nodded in conclusion.

Logan simply nodded back before replying. "I think I see where yer comin' from, Cap. So lemme get this straight." Logan leaned forward, towards the soldier. His lips were held in a straight line as his cobalt eyes remained unflinchingly locked onto Steve's flustered face. The gravelly rasp of his voice sliced through the silence.

"Fer you, this can't be about humiliation. This is a respect thing fer ya; ya see it as payin' a tribute."

Steve nodded with wide-eyes; he felt a rush as the labyrinth of confusing feelings in his head started to make sense. His heart began to race.

"But yer a man of integrity, Steve. Ya ain't gonna pay a tribute ta someone unworthy. They gotta deserve it, don't they? So ya wouldn't give it ta that brute at tha camp. But someone that deserved it..."

Steve's breathing began to speed up as each piece of the puzzle fell into place. He barely even nodded as he heard Logan inhale deeply.

"Don't feel guilty fer findin' tha man in tha mirror deservin', Steve. That makes it better..." he began to smirk again, "ya know yer worthy of that kinda respect too. They should be fuckin' honored ta have ya shinin' up their boots, and the only kinda man that would be worthy of you doin' that fer is one that would be able ta see that yer just as worthy of that kinda respect yerself."

Steve gulped. He only saw Logan's face come closer to his. His fingers gripped the sheets of the bed he sat on. Suddenly it all began to make sense.

"Lemme guess, ya got told modesty's a virtue and all that bullshit? But right at tha base of that little kink o'yers, there's pride there; yer convinced ya know what's good and yer gonna stick ta yer guns, stick to 'em enough ta show that kinda respect ta someone that deserves it. And enough ta know ya deserve it just as much."

"How... how did you... know that?!?" His wide-eyed gaze and slightly open mouth almost drew a chuckle from the Canadian.

"Apart from tha fact I ain't exactly Mister Vanilla, I got heightened senses. Basically makes me a walkin' polygraph. That... plus I'm kinda similar. I'm strong, but I don't like ta fuck tha weak. Biggest turnoff in tha world is some worthless scum beggin' ta be broken." He then slowly licked his lips as the hungry spark returned to his gaze; "but gimme someone strong, cocky, determined, impossible ta control... now that's what I want. Their strength ain't no threat ta mine; their pride don't reduce mine, their greatness don't diminish mine. Someone that's just as willin' ta give what they get, get what they give, stand up fer 'emselves.. I'm fuckin' cummin' in my pants already."

Steve gulped again. He felt some of the blood leave his cheeks only to travel down to his manhood. The other man started to chuckle; the low, rough sound vibrated almost sensually against his eardrum. Oh god....

But the soldier immediately stood up. He walked several steps away.

Logan stayed in the chair and laughed. "Hey, no pressure Steve. I can tell ya gotta really admire someone before ya wanna do anythin', includin' anythin' kinky, with 'em."

Steve stopped in his tracks for a second before turning around and nodding. "Yes... I don't want this to sound like an insult, but..."

"We've known each other fer about a week, Rogers. No offense taken. O'course," he began to growl and leer again, "I ain't gonna deny hopin' that one day... ya wanna do this with me."

He took another breath and fought down the blush. "I... wouldn't object... when that day came."

Steve emerged back in the hallway and closed the door behind him. He still breathed heavily. I chickened out, didn't I? he thought at first.

Not really... he thought as he took another breath. The chaotic swirl of mixed emotions in his head died down as Steve remembered what the feral told him. It makes sense now.. I guess it's still rather weird.. but at least its a comprehensible weird.

Back in his room, the Canadian had a smug grin on his face. Interestin' that Steve said 'when' tha day comes, not 'if'...

Part 30

The droplet of sweat snaked down his face. His teeth clenched around the gag in his mouth, this eyes clamped shut and his fingers dug into the padded surface of the table. Nothing lessens the pain he thought as his muffled cries were only greeted by her silence.

She only smirked as her hand drifted to the tray beside the table. Her fingers moved further to the left this time and picked up a needle with a larger gauge.

Ohfucknotthatonepleasemistressdon'tdothattomeagain...

Clint woke with a gasp. Cold sweat soaked the sheets; he tossed them aside and stood up. He looked out the window and saw pale streaks of silvery moonlight across the ocean, but quickly turned away. Looks like more needles... The archer slid on a purple t-shirt and a pair of purple silk boxer shorts before leaving his room and walking down the stairs.

Thor sat at the kitchen table with a glass of milk in his hand. His eyes remained downcast. Silence, still... wherever you are Loki, please be safe.

The Asgardian looked up and smiled slightly as he saw the blond archer enter the kitchen. He observed the younger man give a small smile back in reply.

"Greetings, Brother Clinton."

"Hey Thor," he responded as he rummaged through the refrigerator. There we go.. my cider, right there. He removed the large dark-brown-glass bottle from the cool space and closed the door of the appliance before sitting down and popping the cap. He took a swig.

"Sleep eluding you again this evening, Brother?" Thor asked. His own eyes were bloodshot.

Clint just nodded. "The bitch thought she owned my soul. Even the damn nightmares seem to agree..." he observed dryly. "Wonder if when I make her look like Saint Sebastian the dreams'll go the hell away."

Thor looked at the normally-playful archer and remembered all the times Loki sat down with him, despondent and defeated; so unlike those wonderful days when they played pranks on Heimdall...

"Perhaps, talented archer," he responded, "yet at the moment we must find rest."

"Yeah. Resoc Camps don't liberate themselves..." Clint replied before he took another deep drink of the sweet apple liquor.

"Would it assist you for us to share a bed?" Thor asked in a completely innocent, sincere tone. It always helped when Loki was younger.. neither of us endured nightmares when we shared beds.

Clint took another deep swallow before nodding. He gives the best hugs. And hopefully he won't hug me to the point of suffocating.

Several minutes later, Thor spooned up behind Clint; his thick arms surrounded the archer's sinewy, hard torso.

Clint had to stifle a moan at the feeling of all that warmth enveloping him. The Asgardian's rock-hard limbs encircled his own body; he could feel Thor's stubble grazing against his neck. On instinct, Clint pushed back into Thor's body and let the warmth soak into his flesh.

Thor purred in contentment as he felt the young, mischievous Midgardian bask in his embrace. "Aye, Brother Clinton... courageous warrior, indomitable soul... that monstrous wench never managed to vanquish your spirit or extinguish your yearning for freedom." His biceps swelled as he held the sharpshooter tighter. His scratchy stubble began to rub at the transition between Clint's shoulder and neck as he nuzzled the shorter man.

Hawkeye couldn't help but blush as he felt a certain hardness pressing into his body. And it isn't a hammer in his pocket he thought as the blush changed into a smirk. He turned his head towards the Norseman's face.

"Brother..." Thor began slightly unsteadily, "I know that other men aren't your principal interest but..."

"You're on the exceptions list, Thor," Clint replied back with his smirk still completely in place. "Don't feel awkward about hitting me up."

Thor's unease vanished as his perpetually sunny grin returned. His fingers gently carded through the short, spiky hair of the younger man. "Then what pleasures would you be in the mood for, handsome hawk?"

"I could go a blowjob right now. Happy to return the favor, too." Actually I think I'll pay in advance, he thought.

A few seconds later, the Thunderer was spread out on the bed; the mountainous terrain of Thor's body looked even more imposing in the glow of the moonlight, yet he smiled as Clint locked eyes with him. His slab-like pecs rose and fell with each breath as he felt Clint's lips travel down his torso. His smile became a wide grin as he felt the archer's hot breath against the head of his rigid cock.

Barton's tongue slid out of his mouth and trailed over the crown of Thor's manhood. He watched the larger man's body quiver as the surface of his tongue began to coil around and descend the thick, throbbing shaft.

"Aye, brother Clinton," Thor moaned, "you honor me with this. You're so skilled with your mouth" he said just before he gasped. The tight, hot, slick throat of the archer had just engulfed his steel-hard length. His hand wandered back to that spiky blond head and stroked encouragingly.

Clint rose off Thor's cock with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. His lips just sat on the head for a moment before he planted a kiss on the sensitive flesh. His mouth made its way down the thunderer's dick and left a trail of kisses and light nibbles along the underside. He felt the aching hardness of his own cock strain against the fabric of his boxer shorts as his mouth began to reverse course and move back up the Asgardian's shaft. A droplet of preseed had slid downward to meet his lips; he licked it up with a moan.

The thunderer's head snapped back and a long growl of ecstasy escaped his lips as he felt the younger man's mouth again ensnare his maleness. The tightness of the throat, the relentless swirling of the tongue and the molten heat enveloping his cock sent thunderbolts racing through his synapses and into his brain. The constant motion over his length's sensitive surface only made the muscles in his groin tighten further.

"Yes... yes, brother," he gasped as his free hand wrenched at the sheets, "I'm near..."

The sharpshooter smirked around his mouthful of cock. Almost, he thought as he felt the throb of Thor's manhood in his throat. His own shaft ached rigidly but he kept his hands on the Asgardian's hips as he intensified his sucking. His tongue slid out of his mouth and crept down towards the long-haired man's heavy balls; mere seconds later he felt the thunderer's body begin to shake and hot liquid shoot down his throat.

A roar spilled from Thor's mouth as he felt the muscles in his groin tighten and spasm; his pulse exploded as waves of catharsis radiated from the epicenter of his manhood. Stabs of heat ravaged his nerves as he felt each burst of orgasm race through his body. He frantically drew in breaths; shortly he saw the familiar arrogant smirk looming above him.

"Told you I'm awesome. How do you feel dude?"

"Nearly sated," the Norseman replied breathlessly, "I still wish to taste of you, shield brother."

It wasn't long before Clint was on his back with his legs spread wide; the aching throb of his desperate hardon almost hurt. Threads of cool air trailed over his skin as he looked impatiently at the grinning Thunderer.

"Soon, brother Clinton," Thor replied. "I witness your anticipation. Let it be known it is as much an honor to service your manhood as it is to have you servicing mine." His wide smile remained in place as his stubbled face lowered itself between the archer's muscled legs.

"Keep saying stuff like that and OH MAN!" he moaned as he felt the scruff of Thor's jaw grinding against his inner thighs. The rough texture rubbed against his balls as the Asgardian's humid breath stroked against the base of his shaft. Hawkeye's heart pounded as his fingers dug into the sheets. His brow furrowed and eyes clamped shut as he finally felt the deity's tongue moving up the underside of his cock.

Thor kept his eyes fixed on the Midgardian as he tasted the faint saltiness of the young man's flesh. He watched as the sinews and ligaments and muscles that constructed Barton's body tensed and relaxed with each motion of his tongue. You deserve this, Midgardian, this testament to your skill and courage and defiance. Finally his tongue reached the spot just beneath the head of Clint's rigid length; he rapidly flicked the area with the tip of his tongue and felt the stronger saltiness of the archer's preseed.

"Holy fuck!!!" Clint snarled through gritted teeth as he felt the tongue lavishing attention on that spot. His rigid cock and low-hanging balls were filled with sore heat. He forced his eyes open and took in the sight of the red-gold haired thunder god's mouth opening and closing in on his maleness. Finally he felt the constricting throat of the Asgardian engulf him. He yelled in pleasure as the tightness and heat ensnared inch after inch of his shaft; his right hand immediately found its way into the leonine mane of the larger man. The tension in his balls only grew tighter.

Yes, brother Clinton, let me witness your pleasure he thought as he observed the archer's body quaking above him. His tongue kept ravishing Hawkeye's shaft, tracing the veins along its length. The younger man's grunts and stifled cries reached his ears as he slid down to the base each time; he could feel the other man's heartbeat in his throat.

A string of obscenities tore through the air as Clint thrust upward into Thor's willing, attentive mouth. A noise in between a cry and a growl spilled from his lips as the ache in his groin was finally obliterated in violent convulsions. Every nerve in his body seemed to overload as shot after shot of his essence spilled down Thor's throat.

The Asgardian swallowed the Midgardian's manhood down to the very base and each burst of seed reached this stomach still warm. He groaned as he watched the young archer's limps thrash around in ecstasy, his pride only swelled at his accomplishment.

Soon after, the two men lay entangled in each other's limbs and the sheets. Clint nuzzled into Thor's neck and both men's arms wrapped tightly around each other's broad torsos. Neither of them found sleep elusive.

End of Act 3
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