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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Spider-Man:_Homecoming_(2017), Iron_Man_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Parker/Tony_Stark
  Character:
      Peter_Parker, Tony_Stark, May_Parker_(Spider-Man), Steve_Rogers
  Additional Tags:
      some_of_the_Avengers_-_Freeform, Age_Difference, Dubious_Consent, Power
      Dynamics
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      Published: 2017-10-19 Updated: 2018-03-27 Chapters: 12/? Words: 31179
****** A Debt Owed ******
by dawnchase
Summary
     In a world where Steve is a mob boss and Ben owes him money, Peter
     Parker finds himself caught in the middle when he's used as payment
     to wipe the debt and gifted to Tony Stark.
Notes
     Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
     It is way too late for me to say anything.
     Edit: On second thought, there are probably mistakes in here and some
     of it sounds awkward. Please do not hesitate to inform of me of such
     things. I hope you guys enjoy!
***** Chapter 1 *****
May Parker was a strong woman. Steve sympathized with her, he really did.
However, money was money and contracts had to be followed to the letter. They
both knew that if he let her off, others would take it as a sign of weakness
and invent their own sob stories to get out of paying their loans, and Steve
was not weak nor did he want to hear about everyone else’s bullshit sob
stories. So, here he stood, three months after Ben Parker’s death, demanding
for the money that Ben had owed him. However, May didn’t have it. Ben had
loaned money from him in a desperate attempt to start his own bakery, and
although Steve knew that the business made money, he also knew it wasn’t enough
to pay him back yet. Therefore, this lead to his current dilemma. How was May
going to pay him back?
“Ben owed me fifty thousand, May. I can’t walk out of this apartment without
collecting it. You know it, and I know it. So, how are you going to pay me
back?”
“I need more time to get the money! I promise I’ll pay you every cent back, but
you have to give me more time! Please! The bakery has only just started, but
people love it. At this rate, I can have the money soon. I just need time,
please! May said in a strong, steady voice with a hint of desperation. Though
Steve could see the tremble within her frame, he had to admire the spine on
this woman for staying so level-headed. After all, May was talking to the head
of the most powerful gang on this side of the East River. “I can’t give you
more time. Ben and I agreed that the total amount would be paid today, and I
can’t extend it just because he’s dead. Besides, I’ve already waived the
interest for you. I can’t do anything more. So, what’s it gonna be May? Do I
need to smash this tiny apartment or do you want to “work” it off?” And by
work, Steve meant either whore May out or have her use the store as a front for
his shadier business deals until he deemed the debt repaid.
Abruptly, the door opened behind him and in walked young Peter Parker. Cute kid
and a perfect addition for the event he was going to tonight. Gesturing to
Bucky, who was behind the door, Bucky quickly grabbed Peter.
“New idea, May. I’m taking your nephew as compensation,” Steve said. As the
young man began flailing in Bucky’s arms, May wailed at them to put her baby
down and promised them the world if only they would spare her nephew. Over the
litanies of “Put me down” Steve called Sam and ordered the car to be ready as
the elevator door closed. Steve attempted to control Peter’s flailing by
grabbing his legs only to promptly have his head snapped to the side by a well
aimed kick while Bucky loosened his hold courtesy of a well placed elbow to his
solar plexus. Like a shot, the kid was gone as soon as the elevator opened
leaving Bucky and Steve to recover.
“Sam, I’ve got a kid that’s coming towards you, be ready for him,” Steve
ordered through a bluetooth. “Good god that kid has a pair of legs on him.”
“Now we know he’s a fast too. What does the kid do for living? Run marathons,”
Bucky exclaimed “At least, his arm strength is weak or you would be on the
ground,” Steve said, exhaling sharply. “Come on, we’ve got a kid to catch.”
“Hey, Cap.” Sam suddenly interrupted. “We’ve got a problem. The kid’s just
climbed the fire escape and is trying to jump buildings.”
“Let’s go. Sam says the kid’s trying to jump.” Steve called back as he ran
towards the front door. Out the front door and rounding the side of the
building, Steve made it just in time to see the kid catch the balcony railing
opposite of the apartment.
“You can’t run forever, kid. Either way, that debt is going to get paid, and
the faster you give up, the faster I can call it even with your aunt.” Steve
called out.
“We’ll have the money in a few weeks,” Parker replied . “Why couldn’t you wait
until then?” Peter asked and took a moment to rest, thinking he was safe from
Steve’s grasp.
“Doesn’t work like that, kid. The money has to return to me at the appointed
time, no later. I can’t have everybody and their dead relatives inventing
stories in an attempt to ask for an extension. The world doesn’t work like
that. If they see me giving extensions, they’re gonna walk all over me and
that’s not acceptable.. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.” Steve explained.
“I guess you’re just going to have to wait then,” Peter snarked back, confident
in his safety. “I don’t think so,” Steve said as Clint suddenly muffled Peter
with a rag until he went limp. “Good job, Clint. I can always count on you to
be the quiet one.”
“You’re welcome,” Clint replied as he kicked down the fire escape ladder.
Climbing down with the kid over one shoulder, Clint handed him off to Steve who
cradled Peter in his arms as his head rolled back to expose a smooth expanse of
soft, creamy skin. “It’s a shame that this all happened to May Parker. Now,
I’ll never be able to step into her shop. Damn.” Clint complained. “Oh, well. I
can always send a lackey.”
“The kid’s a fast one. First thing he did when he ran out those doors was fly
at me. Foot right in the chest before he took off for the fire escape. We're
going to have our hands full. Are you sure about this, Cap? Human trafficking
usually isn’t your thing, especially not with kids,” Sam questioned.
“Guys, relax, I needed to be repaid in kind, so I took the kid. Besides, if
this kid can turn the head of who I want him to turn, he’ll be back here in no
time,” Steve assured.
***** Chapter 2 *****
As the staff cleans the club for the night,Tony Stark leans back on a curved
couch and waits for his acquaintance to appear. As the head of the leading
producer of the high tech weapons industry, people were probably wondering,
‘why was the Tony Stark waiting for a comparably low-leveled gang boss to show
up. Why would the Tony Stark wait on anyone when it’s well-known he doesn’t
wait for anyone?’ This is because said gang boss had been a long time friend
since his help in the incident in Afghanistan which will go unmentioned.
Besides that, Tony also uses him to make sure nothing weirdly high tech ended
up on the black market since anything high-tech should always involve Tony
Stark.
“Steve!” Tony exclaims when his friend finally walks in. “You’ve finally
arrived. What kept you so long? I thought all your staff was going to leave
before you showed up!”
The club that they were currently residing in was owned by Steve Rogers, a.k.a
Captain America, a name that had been given to him during his time in the army.
However, that was before the army deemed him expendable and framed him for some
bullshit that lead to his dishonorable discharge. Nowadays, Steve had become
the number one gang boss on this side of the East River and was content to rule
his small territory with an iron fist. In fact, Tony had been the one to loan
money to Steve for the club they were currently in. Steve’s first club. Man did
that bring back memories. Although Steve had many more clubs now, he still
preferred this one since Tony knew Steve to be a sentimental sob.
“You should’ve still let me sue the hell out of the military for that bullshit
excuse, Rogers. I could’ve made them pay big,” Tony smirked.
“From how things are, I’m kinda glad I was forced out. I never really felt like
I belonged in there, but I guess this is the reason why,” Steve chuckled as he
sat on the opposite couch. “How are you old friend? Still selling weapons
anyone who has the money?”
“Nah, just the heavy hitters. They provide a more steady income,” Tony shot
back.
“Anyway, Happy Birthday. Thanks for taking time out of your day to meet me
here. With everything that’s going on right now, I was afraid you wouldn’t have
time to meet up,” Steve voiced as he pours Tony a drink.
“I’ll always have time for you considering you saved my life. This is but a
small gesture, besides I’m always interested in what you’re up to, Rogers.
How’s the life of crime and loan-sharking and everything that’s under that
umbrella treating you? You still good?” Tony inquires while taking the
proffered drink.
“Always, but speaking of loan-sharking, I recently acquired something that
might be of interest to you.” And on cue, Sam and Bucky slammed in with a
bound, gagged, and struggling body.
“Jesus Christ, how can the kid even put that much force in his legs? Don’t you
need some kind of leverage to actually have force behind a kick!” Sam exclaims
in frustration before throwing the bundle down on the couch beside Steve.
“Clint, did you skimp on the chloroform? The kid should’ve still been out right
now.” Sam scowls.
“Don’t look at me. I know I put enough. At least you weren’t the one having to
shove that concoction down his throat. I thought I was going to lose some
fingers before he finally swallowed the damn pills.” Clint jabs right back.
Tony stares at the bundle as he recovers from being tossed like a sack of
potatoes. A boyish, attractive, and innocent face was framed by chestnut locks
and beautiful, brown eyes burned with indignity and anger at being trussed up
like a pig. A look which might have caused a stirring in his groin more than
Tony would have liked to admit.
“What’s with the jailbait?” Tony questions as Steve rarely did business during
their meetings together. “Please don’t tell me we’re going to put sushi on him
because I doubt he can hold still for that long.” Tony adds while watching the
bundle look around.
“He’s for you,” Steve replied. “A gift for your 48th birthday.” Steve said as
he strokes down Peter’s body while Peter fiercely glares at Steve and casts
Tony nervous glances.
“I recently acquired him as compensation from a deal that didn’t work out with
his aunt and had him given a concoction of pills that will make him very
pliable.” Even as Steve spoke, Tony could already see the concoction of pills
doing it’s work from the dilating of his eyes to the light sheen of sweat on
jailbait’s body.
“Does jailbait have a name?” Tony asked, to be polite.
“Peter Parker,” Steve answers as Peter, nice to have a name to a face, clearly
couldn’t answer for himself.
“Why give him to me? Are you trying to give me a midlife crisis because he is
clearly too young to be doing anything with anyone? Also, I can have anyone
willing, so why give me a kid that could get me in trouble with the law?” Tony
questions as Peter echos his agreement through the gag.
“Well, considering he’s your birthday gift, you can either take him or I can
send him to a brothel for the night. Afterall, he will be very willing very
soon, and my tastes don’t swing that young. Besides, you and I both know that
between you and me nothing is going to get out to the press,” Steve drolls.
“But my tastes, apparently do. And if this gets out, I don’t think even the two
of us will be able to stifle all the bad press,” Tony shoots back, one eyebrow
raised.
“Tony, relax, nothing is going to come of this, but since you’re so insistent
on rejecting him, off to the brothel you go,” Steve said as he moves to pick a
loudly, muffled and protesting Peter Parker up.
Leaning back in the seat, Tony rolled his eyes before sighing. “Stop, I’ll take
him, but I don’t understand why you’re so insistent on this. This isn’t like
you Steve.” Tony states.
“Alright! Take him to Tony’s car. We’ll catch up in a minute,” Steve orders,
ignoring Tony. As the others left, Tony looked at Steve questioningly. “I don’t
understand why you insist on pawning the kid off to me. Is something wrong?”
Tony reiterates.
“Everything’s alright for now, but I feel a storm coming. I don’t know what it
is, but someone is stirring up the black market with some supposed high tech.
It’s all hush, hush though. Nothing concrete but that’s for another time. Enjoy
your night, Tony,” Steve says as he walks out.
Resigned, Tony follows.
“Have fun, Tony,” Steve smiles before casting the kid a sly look as Tony climbs
into the back where the bound boy huddles against the opposite door.
“Later, old friend,” Tony replies as the window rolls up. “Happy, take me back
to the Tower,” Tony orders his driver.
“What about the kid?” Happy asks.
“He stays with me; he’s a birthday present,” Tony replies. Happy shoots him a
confused and skeptical look but doesn’t question the events that surround the
statement which Tony is grateful for.
“I’d ungag you, but I don't trust you to behave,” Tony chuckles as the boy,
Peter, glares at him.
Pulling him from his position against the door, Tony settles Peter’s head on
his leg before gliding a hand down the young body. Ignoring the tense posture,
Tony rests his hand on Peter’s hip for a moment before patting the boy’s head
as Peter eyes him warily. Settling his hand on Peter’s neck, Tony could feel
his fluttering pulse and rising temperature as the drugs course through the
boy’s body. Looking down at the boy, Tony watches as Peter’s dilated pupils do
the same apprehensively, as if mentally preparing himself for the moment when
Tony would order him to suck him off. Smirking down at the boy, Tony decides to
put Peter out of his misery. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on doing anything to
you until after we get to my penthouse.”
And just like that, fear, anger, and a little bit of arousal flash across the
boy’s face before he finally decides on anger and reverts to glaring at Tony,
who in response, merely smirks some more. Despite not wanting him at first,
Tony knows he’s going to enjoy this.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Happy Halloween, everyone! Here is a new chapter! Also, is anyone
     really confused by the changes in perspective? I know I haven't out
     right stated that I switched perspectives, but is it really
     confusing?
As Happy pulls the car up to the Tower, Tony clutches the struggling boy in a
bridal style bear hug. When Happy opens the door, Tony holds the boy even
tighter as the kid struggles even more wildly, sensing an opportunity to
escape.
“I don’t want to be disturbed tomorrow, Happy. No one is to come in or go out
of here without my explicit permission.” Tony hollers as he carries his
energetic bundle into the elevator. Sighing in relief when they finally reach
the penthouse, Tony quickly dumps the bundle on the couch.
“Good god. Where do you get all that energy?” Tony exclaimed as he walked over
to the bar for a drink. “JARVIS make sure that no one gets into my penthouse.
I’m going to be busy. If anyone wants to come and see me, tell them to come
back later and make an appointment, and if they’re really important, alert me.”
“Yes, sir,” JARVIS responds. Drink in hand, Tony turned his attention back to
the Peter only to find him examining his surroundings in wide eye wonder.
Taking pity on him, Tony crosses the space and removes the gag.
“That is a multifunctional AI, isn’t it?” Peter states more than questions.
“It is,” Tony confirms while walking back to the bar for a water bottle.
“His name is JARVIS. Say ‘hello’, JARVIS. This is Peter Parker,” Tony orders.
“Greetings, Mr. Parker,” JARVIS answers.
Tony watches the boy’s mystified expression before throwing the water bottle at
him with a quick, “Catch.”
Quick reflexes saves Peter from getting a water bottle to the face, and Peter
murmurs a ‘thanks’ before taking a sip out of the bottle.
“Can you untie me?” Peter asks as Tony sat down beside him.
“Why would I?” Tony replies.
“Because I’m underaged, my aunt’s probably worried about me, and the boss of
the gang who rules the east side of East River gave me to you, but you can get
in big trouble for that because I’m underaged, and also, human trafficking.”
Peter shoots back with a totally fake, innocent expression.
“First off, do you even know who I am? Secondary, you heard me and Steve
talking, so you know that telling the police or press isn’t going to help.
Besides, you, a poor boy from Queens, saying that I slept with you is just
asking to be called a gold digger,” Tony retaliates with a smirk.
“Okay, there is nothing consensual about what is going on here. And, as for who
you are, you’re Tony Stark, The Merchant of Death. You sell high tech weapons
to anyone who has the money, but you keep the best stuff for yourself, like
that miniature arc reactor in your chest,” Peter states with a pointed look
towards his chest.
Smirking, Tony leans back into the couch, “We’ll come back to that consensual
issue later, but I’m not untying because one: Sam and Bucky said you were a
kicker and two: that is just asking for trouble.”
“More than drugging and raping a minor?” Peter shoots back, not to be beaten.
“As of right now, yes,” Tony responds and is amused by the cute scowl on
Peter’s face.
“Besides,” Tony said, leaning until his mouth brushes against Peter’s ear, “I’m
just waiting for that delightful concoction to take effect because, as soon as
it does, you are going to be begging for it.”
Tony leans back and smiles in victory as he watches the boy’s ears turn red.
This was going to be absolutely fantastic.
“I won’t,” Peter snarls.
“Oh, honey. You will,” Tony assured before heading to his workshop to give the
drugs time to fully take hold. “JARVIS, keep an eye on him, and give me a full
status update on his condition every hour.”
Shedding his jacket, Tony leaves it on a chair but elects to keep the tie and
dress shirt as he doesn’t plan on getting any serious work done.
“JARVIS, I want the full bio on Peter Parker. Also, I want you to give me a
live audio on the penthouse living room and a live feed on standby. I want to
hear what he says if he decides to interact with you, and if he gets free of
his bonds, inform me immediately.”
“Yes, sir,” JARVIS replies, and on cue, Peter Parker’s whole life was on
hologram.
“Let’s see. He is a student at Midtown School of Science and Technology, steady
4.0, and a part of the academic decathlon, robotics lab, and a science
enthusiast. Good god, Peter was in everything that has to do with anything
sciency, but the uncle died, and he had to cut back. Tough. Parents died when
he was even younger. Yikes. Birthdate: June 1, 2001. So, he is 16 that does not
make me feel like a cradle robber at all. Thank you, Steve for reminding me I’m
getting old. Amateur parkourer and has a slight crush on a girl name Liz. Not
for long,” Tony snorts into his drink.
“Sir, Mr. Parker is trying to engage me in a conversation. Should I answer?”
JARVIS suddenly questions.
“Knock yourself out but don’t give too much away. I don’t doubt he’lll use this
to his advantage if we give him the chance to,” Tony answers as he began
tinkering with the latest modification in one of his Iron Man suit series. A
suit that could enter stealth mode and make itself invisible to the naked eye
although Tony was still working on making it invisible to radars as well.
“So, JARVIS, what is your prime directive? Peter begins through the live audio.
“I maintain Mr. Stark’s house, keep track of his appointments, and insure that
he is in good health as well as anything else he requires of me,” JARVIS
answers.
“Does that mean you also have to look out for reckless actions he may perform
that could bring harm unto himself?” asks Peter.
“Some of Mr. Stark’s projects tend to be quite dangerous. I ensure that the
danger is mitigated as much as possible,” JARVIS responds.
“So, couldn’t sleeping with a 16 year old be considered a reckless action, and
therefore, you should mitigate the damage by letting me go?” Peter inquires.
Tony frowned at the attempt to convince JARVIS to set him free. Maybe it was a
mistake to let JARVIS interact with Peter. After all, JARVIS was quite
bothersome in insisting that extra security protocols were set in place before
Tony tested any of his inventions.
“Mr. Parker has a point,” JARVIS suddenly states, interrupting his thoughts.
“JARVIS, he is a gift. It would be very rude for me to turn him away. Besides,
Steve gave him something, so I need to keep an eye on him in case there are any
bad reactions,” Tony explains.
“Very well, sir,” JARVIS said after a beat.
‘Well,’ Tony thought sourly, ‘that went well. JARVIS sounded more sarcastic
than usual. Maybe I should modify his programming a bit to tone down the
snark.’
“JARVIS, you are now to only observe and report his biological reactions. If
he’s getting hotter, his pupils dilate even more, or his pants start to tint, I
want to know about it. Do not interact with him anymore, but I still want the
audio feed kept open.”
From there, Tony listens as Peter attempts to interact with JARVIS a few more
times before giving up when he realizes that JARVIS couldn’t respond. Tony was
impressed by Peter’s deduction skills as he was able to correctly assume that
JARVIS was able to interact with all the technology in the penthouse which
ranged from the glass on the Stark Tower to the hologram projector that was on
the ceiling. As long as JARVIS was able to connect with it, it would be able to
utilize the technology in a way that exceeded the gadget’s designated uses.
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“It has been one hour since you issued the order to observe Mr. Parker’s
biological functions. Mr. Parker’s pupils have dilated by 5%. I have lowered
the temperature to prevent him from producing a light sheen of sweat, but he
appears to be showing slight signs of arousal such as a quickening of breath
and frequent movement as if uncomfortable. In addition, he has finished the
water you gave him.”
Pulling up the live feed, Tony could see that JARVIS was correct. Peter was
currently lying on the couch in a very flexible and no doubt uncomfortable
position that bares his neck to the camera, feverishly murmuring something.
Tony’s mouth turns into a desert as he suddenly had the thought of sinking his
teeth into that smooth expanse of skin.
“JARVIS, what is he doing?” Tony asked.
“Mr. Parker seems to be attempting to put himself in an uncomfortable position
to distract himself from the effects of the drugs. He is also currently
reciting the periodic table from memory. He has already listed and translated
all of the Spanish word he knows, stating that he has a quiz on Tuesday.”
Although the tidbit about Spanish should have doused his libido, Tony found it
wasn’t as effective as it should have been. Apparently, his taste really did
swing towards the cradle robber persuasion. Wonderful.
“Give me an update again at the two hour mark,” Tony ordered before furiously
turning back to his tinkering.
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“It is the two hour mark. I cannot give an accurate pupil dilation percentage
because Mr. Parker has kept his eyes closed for the past fifteen minutes.
However, despite the lowered temperature, Mr. Parker now has a light sheen of
sweat on his body and an obvious tent in his pants. He successfully finished
naming all of the periodic table except for your new element and moved on to
listing all of the United States president though he was not as successful in
that endeavour. He is currently attempting to list all of the equations
required of his Physics class.”
“Give me another update in half an hour. I want to let him stew for a little
bit more,” Tony said with a smirk as he continues tinkering.
---------------------------------------------------
“It has been half an hour. From the last time he opened his eyes, Mr. Parker’s
pupils have dilated an additional 3% and all of the previous symptoms are still
present,” JARVIS informs. Smugly, Tony makes his way back into the living room
and crouches beside Peter’s head. Waiting until Peter opened his eyes, Tony
smirked at him before carrying him bridal style into the bedroom. Depositing
the boy on the bed, Tony leisurely removes the boy’s shoes and socks.
“I- I still don’t want this,” Peter stutters at Tony.
“That won’t be a problem for long. Luckily for you, I am a genius, billionaire
playboy. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for it,” Tony smugly
informs.
Swiftly undoing Peter’s belt, Tony quickly pulls down his pants and underwear
before swallowing him down in one go. The cry of surprise that Tony is rewarded
with is music to his ears, and Tony makes sure to reward Peter in return by
humming as he works the boy towards his first climax. As Peter helplessly
arches up, Tony was able to glimpse at the veins bulging from the sides of
Peter’s neck and silently promises himself to see if the neck was an erogenous
zone for the young boy next. Quickly slipping a tube of lube from his pocket,
Tony generously applies the gel to his fingers before parting the boy’s legs to
access that tiny pucker he knew led to the prostate.
Inserting the first finger, Tony feels the boy jerk before relaxing slightly
when Tony gives another hum. Slowly, Tony inserts a second finger and begins to
gently scissor the boy’s insides. Once he feels the muscles around his fingers
relax, Tony removes his mouth and revels in the boy’s disappointed whine as he
gently begins prodding the boy’s insides for the gland that he knew would drive
him crazy. A surprised shout and a jerk as if the body beneath him had been
shocked tells Tony he’s struck gold as he hits the gland a few more times,
effectively driving the boy wild. Inserting a third finger, Tony quickens the
pace and watches the boy go wild as he hits his prostate every time. As the boy
nears his climax, Tony swallows the boy once more and watches Peter’s mouth
open in a silent scream as he comes down Tony’s throat. Satisfaction flows
through Tony’s veins as he relaxes his throat to swallow. While Peter comes
down from his high, Tony languidly milks the boy of the rest of his seed,
enjoying the way Peter lays on his bed panting and glassy-eyed.
Eyes sparking with mischief, Tony waits until Peter makes eye contact before
undoing his tie as he aligns his body with Peter’s, hip to hip, shoulder to
shoulder, and more importantly, groin to groin so that Peter can feel the
evidence of his attraction. Tie in one hand, Tony mouths at Peter’s neck before
adding a bit of teeth, taking delight in Peter’s groan.
‘The neck was a definite erogenous zone for him,’ Tony thought chuckling.
Resuming his activities, Tony hopes that using the newly discovered erogenous
area would sufficiently distract Peter while he switches out the rope for his
silk tie. Therefore, Tony is extremely surprised and pissed by what happens
next.
Peter, the little shit, suddenly locks his legs around Tony’s waist and rolls
him off the bed and onto the floor. As Tony lays there, surprised and out of
breath, Peter quickly gathers himself before sprinting over Tony towards the
door.
“Oh, it’s on,” Tony snarls and tears out of the bedroom after him. Sliding into
view of the living area, Tony looks around and quickly spots Peter making for
the elevator. Grinning in victory, Tony calmly and purposefully strides toward
Peter. “That elevator won’t open for just anyone, Petey,” Tony reveals. Quickly
turning around, Peter heatedly glares at Tony. “I’m not some easy lay that’s
just going to let you have your way,” Peter snarls, defiance radiating from his
body. “Oh, I know, and don’t get me wrong, that look gets me all hot and
bothered, but you know what gets me even hotter?” Tony pauses for a beat.
“It’s the thought that even though you don’t want it now, by the end of the
night, you’ll be begging me for more,” Tony states with a dark look in his
eyes. “So, run all you like because I am down for foreplay as much as the next
guy, but be ready dollface, because when I catch you, you are going to get it.”
Watching the boy’s wide-eyed expression, Tony feels the blood flow toward his
groin at the thought of what he was going to do to this boy. “In fact, I’ll
even let you have the first move,” Tony added with a grand sidestep and a
mocking bow. Keeping his eyes riveted on him, Tony watches as Peter skittishly
walks pass him. “Tick-tock,” is all Tony has to say before the boy is quickly
scampering off back into the penthouse no doubt looking for a hidey-hole in a
place that he couldn’t reach.
However, Tony isn’t worried. He has time on his side. Confidently strolling
through the penthouse, Tony slowly begins to reacquaint himself with his rarely
explored home.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     I tried my best, but there are probably still mistakes. Also, this
     chapter is a bit longer. So, I hope you enjoy.
It was dark, and Peter was intensely grateful he was flexible enough to contort
into the cabinet. If anyone had told Peter this morning that he would be sucked
off by Tony Stark, the head of the largest high tech weaponry company this
morning, Peter would have laughed in their face. As it was, Peter did not find
this funny. In reality, Peter should have suspected something weird when he saw
the suspicious looking car parked outside their apartment. He should have been
more careful, but he wasn’t. With Uncle Ben’s death and the bakery, Peter and
his aunt had no time to mourn and had found themselves drained to the bone
every day. So, when Peter had gotten the chance to return to his normal,
teenaged life, he jumped at the chance to hang out with his friends and stay
out past ten. It had been a bonus because today was Friday. How was he supposed
to know he would end up getting drugged and gifted to a billionaire arms
dealer? Which now led to his current dilemma, hiding from Tony Stark as the man
himself hunted him.
Resolving to take the billionaire by surprise, Peter strains his ears as the
slight creak of the door gives away Tony’s presence. As soon as the cabinet
doors fly open, Peter launches himself at Tony like a feral cat and inwardly
cheers in victory at the shout of surprise as they both go down in a pile of
tangled limbs. Determined, Peter quickly twists out of the way and prepares to
make another break when suddenly a vice grip takes hold of his ankle. Peter
yelps as Tony forcefully drags him down and drops his weight on Peter’s legs.
Securing his legs so that he can’t kick out, Tony carries him by his legs back
to his bedroom before roughly tossing him onto the bed. Out of breath, Peter
attempts to roll off but is stopped by a weight settling on top of him. A hand
suddenly traps his wrists in a crushing grip while another begins tugging at
his shirt. Once the shirt is over his head, Tony is forced to release his
wrists in order to free him from his clothes. However, Tony never gives him a
chance to do anything with his hands as he efficiently grabs both wrists as
they come free of the shirt sleeves.
“You can’t do this to me! I have rights, and this is statutory rape!” Peter
cried as Tony secures his hands to the headboard with his tie.
“Actually, dollface, I can, and nobody is going to stop me. I’m a billionaire
twice over, and if you think I have any compunctions about grinding you into
the dirt if you attempt anything, then you don’t know me very well,” Tony
promises.
“Besides, you’re still hard. Let me please you, and you won’t regret,” Tony
tenderly persuades as he leans down to mouth at Peter’s neck. When Tony scrapes
his teeth against his neck, Peter trembles though he can’t tell if it’s from
the teeth or the threat.
“I’m not getting out of this, am I?” Peter finally answers.
Tenderly pressing his mouth to the side of Peter’s, Tony whispers, “No, you
aren’t, but I’m not a ruthless lover. In fact, I take pride in pleasing my
partners.”
With that, Tony claims Peter’s mouth as his hand moves down to work his cock.
Peter groans and arches into Tony’s hand while his knuckles turn white from
gripping the tie. Single-handedly, Tony divests him of his pants before fingers
are hastily worked into him with a few pumps. Seemingly satisfied, Tony
relocates both hands to his hips before Peter suddenly feels something slippery
and much larger than fingers press into him.
“Relax,” Tony grits out as Peter keens in pain from being stretched. “Relax.”
There was no escape from the pain, and it seemed to go on for forever as Peter
grips Tony’s tie in an attempt to ground himself. Once Tony is all the way in,
Peter groans at the too full feeling but is sufficiently distracted by the
searing kiss Tony delivers. A hand suddenly starts fondling him again, and
Peter groans as Tony makes small, shallow thrusts. Seemingly testing him, Tony
continues to shallowly thrust until he presses against something that has Peter
practically jumping off the bed.
“What is that?” Peter questions as his legs reflexively lock around Tony..
“That, sweetheart, was your prostate. It’s this magic little gland inside you
that can make you come without me ever touching, if done right that is,” Tony
answers between languid suckles of his neck. “Now, the real fun begins.”
And on cue, Tony angles his thrust towards Peter’s prostate. Peter gasps as
pleasure ripples through his body. Helpless, Peter can only arch up to meet
Tony’s thrust as Tony continues to bring them both closer to their climax. As
Tony leans down to devour him once more, the tie imprisoning Peter’s hands slip
free. However, instead of pushing Tony away, Peter only pulls Tony closer,
clawing at his back and cling to the man in the face of his impeding orgasm.
When Peter finally comes, it’s with his head thrown back and Tony nipping at
his bared throat. Seconds after, Peter feels warmth flow into him as Tony comes
as well. Exhausted, Peter lays on the bed and catches his breath as Tony rolls
off to lay beside him.
“You drew blood,” Tony suddenly reveals as he sits up to look at Peter.
“And you stole my virginity so that more than squares it,” Peter shoots back
even as the drug works him up again.
“We’re not done yet,” Tony suddenly says as he lifts Peter until he’s
straddling him.
“In fact, we’ve only just started because I haven’t even carried out my promise
yet, and I am always a man of my word,” Tony states with a dark look in his
eyes.
“Before we’re done tonight, you are going to beg me to take you, you are going
to scream my name, and you are going to ride me and enjoy it.” Drained, all
Peter can muster is a mutinous cant to his head that only seems to make Tony’s
eyes darken even more. When Tony surges forward to give him another soul-
sucking kiss, Peter knows it’s going to be a long night.
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When Tony wakes up, the first thing he feels is a dying warmth. It quickly
becomes apparent that Peter was not in bed which is a surprise considering Tony
spent all night and most of the early morning fucking him into it. Last night
was divine. That was literally the only word Tony could come up with to
describe Peter. After their first round, Tony had made good on his promise of
making Peter ride him. In fact, the most memorable part was when Tony had held
Peter down while riding his cock and forced him to beg Tony to let him
continue. It fueled his ego to listen to Peter’s litanies of ‘Tony’ and
‘Please’ as Peter attempted to continue riding him. It was a good five rounds,
and Tony was so looking forward to the next encore.
“JARVIS, where is Peter?” Tony queries.
“Mr. Parker left the building 14 minutes ago,” JARVIS replies.
“What!” Tony manages to verbalize in disbelief. “And you let him go? Why!”
“You gave no orders stating you would like to keep Mr. Parker in the penthouse.
In fact, Mr. Parker, himself, was the one that stated that you would rather he
be gone when you woke up.” JARVIS replies.
“Unbelieveable. JARVIS, I got done adding the autonomous prehensile propulsion
on Sneaky, right?” Tony asks as looks for something to wear in his closet.
“Yes, sir,” JARVIS replies.
“Great, send Sneaky out to retrieve Peter Parker, and keep it discreet. Also,
use the autonomous prehensile propulsion on him. The last thing we need is
anyone seeing a flying boy or my suit,” Tony orders while deciding a black
henley and pants would do as he had no appointments today.
“I’ll endeavour to be discreet,” JARVIS states.
“Also, I want to see and hear what happened from the moment he woke up to the
moment he escaped,” Tony adds.
With the sound of Sneaky flying off in the background, Tony turns his attention
to the security feed that JARVIS had extracted and set it to play as he makes
breakfast.
“JARVIS, change of plan, also transcript his movements and then play the audio
feed. I’m making breakfast,” Tony orders, putting on the bacon in one pan while
cracking eggs in another.
“Yes, sir. Mr. Parker woke up at 6:20 and carefully extracted himself from your
hold before scouring the bedroom for his belongings. He comes upon your shirt
and visibly hesitates before foregoing his own and takes yours to the bathroom
instead. When he comes out redressed, the collar is purposely upturned. It
seems Mr. Parker was using your shirt as an attempt to cover up your bite
marks.” Tony smirks as he imagines Peter seriously debating the pros and cons
of walking out with hickeys where everyone could see him versus wearing his
shirt and using the collar to hide them. Walk of shame indeed. “Mr. Parker then
heads to the living room where he persuaded me to allow him access to the
elevator to go home.”
Peter’s voice then begins to filter through the audio feed as Tony adds various
vegetables to the omelette.
“Okay, JARVIS. I know Tony said that you can’t interact with me, but I’ve got
to get home. So, could you please open the elevator?” A beat pass as Peter
waits for JARVIS’s answer.
“Okay, you know how Mr. Stark probably always has companions over and he’s
always gone before they wake up so that he doesn’t have to deal with the
aftermath? Wouldn’t it be a welcome change for him if, instead of him having to
leave first, it’s his companion that leaves, therefore allowing Mr. Stark a few
more hours of sleep?” Another beat, then Tony hears the unmistakable quiet ping
of the elevator.
“Yes! Thank you, JARVIS!” Peter said as he departed and Tony flips the omelette
and bacon.
As Tony finishes cooking breakfast, the unmistakeable sound of Sneaky returning
fills Tony with anticipation. Looking up, Tony watches as Sneaky releases Peter
horizontal to the ground. Tony winces because being basically thrown to the
ground like that had to hurt, and he should really give JARVIS a lesson on
being more delicate with people. However, true to his spirit, a heartbeat after
catching his breath, Peter’s rolling away and putting his back up against the
wall while eyeing Sneaky apprehensively. Deciding now would be the time to
intervene before he could come up with anything reckless, Tony interrupts the
moment.
“Mr. Parker, nice of you to join us again. Breakfast is ready, and I’ve seen
you met Mark 15,” and motions toward the suit. Seeing Peter eye the ledge, Tony
quickly nips that idea in the bud.
“Mr. Parker, you’ve seen what my inventions can do, but even so, I would advise
you not to jump off the building just to get away because that would be a very
unwise action.” Tony adds with a smirk and an appreciative glance at the way
his shirt swallows Peter’s frame. Turning to face him, Tony shivers as Peter
nails him with a look that could have scorched the wall beside him. Tony always
did like them feisty and with a spine of titanium alloy, but the brains on this
boy makes him that much better. He’d always wanted a partner that had the
potential match him inside and outside the bedroom.
“Mr. Parker,” Tony calls out because if Peter kept giving him that look, they
were both going to miss breakfast, “Breakfast is getting cold. Join me.”
With that, Tony turns and takes a seat at the kitchen island. Not long after,
Peter reluctantly joins him, and they begin to eat in silence. While Tony’s
usually an impatient person, this time he’s content to let Peter address the
elephant in the room first. He isn’t disappointed because as soon as breakfast
is finished and the last dish placed in the dishwasher, Peter speaks. “Why am I
still here?”
“Because you were a gift, and you amuse me,” Tony replies without missing a
beat as he heads toward the workshop.
“And people like me are a dime a dozen. So, now that you’re done with me, why
can’t we go our separate ways. Why tell your able-to-go invisible, mechanized
armor to come retrieve me when I could be back home by now?” Peter jabs while
following him. “You can have a lot of other people, willing, or do you have a
fetish for people who don’t give you what you want?”
Whirling around, Tony uses the wall behind them to cage Peter in. “First off,
dollface, if your aunt had pay up, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. So,
before you go off saying anything about me, I suggest you take a good look at
those around you first. They knew the risks of going to a loanshark, so this
fallout, right now, is because of them. Second, you stay as long as I want
because you are a gift, but don't worry, you’ve already been treated better
than the others, and I don't plan on changing that.”
Tony retaliates as he plants a kiss on the boy’s trembling lips. Suddenly
hungry for more, Tony continues to devour the boy’s mouth. Tongue sweeping into
the boy’s mouth, Tony considered it cliche that the boy tastes sweet but that’s
the truth and not entirely unwelcomed. What is unwelcomed is the knee that
slams into his crotch. As Tony goes down, Peter shoves him aside and bounds
off. Looking for an escape route, no doubt.
“JARVIS, lock all the doors. Peter is not to leave the penthouse under any
circumstances,” Tony groans out. “When I get my hands on him, he is going to
regret this.”
“JARVIS, where is he?” Tony growls.
“Near the elevator and is now searching for the stairwell.”
“I want eyes on him at all times. Make sure he doesn't tear down my house
trying to escape,” Tony orders.
“Hey, Peter! You're not going to be leaving anytime soon. So, why don't you
make it easier for the both of us and give up!” Tony calls out as he reaches
the living area. No response.
“Alright, Peter. How about we make a bet? If you can avoid me for the next five
minutes, I'll let you go. However, since I have JARVIS, I'll stack your odds a
little bit to even it out.”
Heading back to his workshop, Tony quickly grabs his miniaturized bluetooth
before heading back to the living area and continuing, “In five minutes, I have
to have found and fully subdued you. I fail that criteria, and you walk away
unfucked and free.”
“JARVIS, we're switching to bluetooth. Inform me of every minute that passes,
and then, switch it to every fifteen seconds after the four minute mark,” Tony
quietly orders.
“Five minutes starts now, Peter,” Tony warns.
“JARVIS, keep me updated on Parker’s whereabouts” Tony states into the
earpiece.
“According to my scans, he is currently hiding in one of the guest rooms.”
“Which one?” Tony questions heading toward the guestrooms.
“The fourth one on your left,” JARVIS replies.
Sprinting quickly into said guestroom, Tony is suddenly blinded as a sheet is
thrown over him. Falling down, he realizes that something’s tied around the
bottom and quickly begins working at it.
“One minute, sir,” JARVIS counts as Tony struggles to get free.
“Two minutes, sir,” JARVIS reveals just as Tony frees himself from the sheet
and sees that said something is actually a ripped strip of fabric.
“Mr. Parker is currently residing in the last guestroom on the right,” And that
was Tony’s cue as he sprints toward said guestroom.
“Three minutes, sir,” JARVIS states as Tony comes to a stop in front of the
designated guestroom. Wary from the first encounter, Tony decides that the best
course of action would be to feint into the room to avoid the surprise attack
that Peter was sure to try again. With that in mind, Tony grabs the door frame
and quickly leans the upper half of his body into the room before using his
arms to push himself back out. As soon as he leans out, Tony sees Peter shoot
across the room. Apparently, the plan had been to tackle him hard enough to
stun. Smirking, Tony uses the door frame to direct his momentum and launches
himself at Peter.
“Hello, darling,” Tony greets, grabbing Peter as he turns around. However,
Peter would never be one to make it easy. Using Tony’s hold as leverage, Peter
attempts to walk up Tony’s legs.
“Four minutes,” JARVIS counts down in his ear. Tony, not to be outdone,
immediately lets go, surprising Peter with the sudden weightlessness.
“Four minutes, 15 seconds, sir.”
Landing on his back, Peter quickly attempts to twist himself to the side but is
only partially successful as Tony lands on top of him.
“Four minutes, 30 seconds, sir.”
Gripping the carpet, he tries to claw his way out from under Tony but is
thwarted when Tony rests his weight on Peter’s legs while securing a wrist with
each hand.
“Four minutes, 45 seconds, sir.”
As Peter attempts to leverage his legs, Tony quickly straddles him, rendering
Peter’s legs useless.
“We are at the five minute mark, sir,” JARVIS states through the earpiece.
“Thank you, JARVIS,” Tony replies as he transfers both of Peter’s wrists to one
hand before reaching behind him to unloop Peter’s belt. Placing the belt beside
Peter’s head, Tony efficiently unbuttons his own shirt before using the sleeves
to help secure Peter’s wrists with his own belt. “Now, sweetheart, five minutes
are up, and you owe me a few rounds in the shower.”
Breathing hard, all Peter could muster is a quiet, “Fuck you,” in reply.
“That’s the plan, dollface,” Tony says as he pulls him up.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hi, everyone! I am alive! Although I did not have access to internet
     for a week, and I just got back to my computer yesterday after two
     weeks. So, as you can see, I am finally loading Chapter 5. I am sorry
     about the long wait, but I didn't get to edit the chapter before I
     left, and I definitely wasn't going to post an unedited chapter, so,
     yeah. Anyway, for the next few weeks, I am hoping to speed up my
     editing by a bit. So, hopefully the next few chapters will be
     slightly faster. However, I am also thinking about releasing a short
     fic where Tony and Peter are freelance assassins. So, be on the look
     out for that. Now, onto the smut.
As Tony drags him towards the bathroom half-naked, Peter struggles so much that
halfway there Tony resorts to carrying him. Once they reach the bathroom, Tony
drops him, and as he lays there out of breath and shocked by the feeling of
cold tile on skin, Tony quickly strips him down. Practically throwing him into
the shower, Peter turns around only to find Tony almost done stripping. For
someone who’s close to hitting his fifties, Tony Stark keeps himself in
surprisingly good shape, and underneath the sinking feeling in his stomach,
Peter can feel a small flutter of anticipation. Because even though Tony’s a
narcissistic asshole, he clearly doesn't lack anything in the skills department
as far as sex went. And even though Peter can’t vouch for anything else about
the man, he would at least vouch for that.
“See something you like?” Tony smugly questions, causing Peter to flush. Tony’s
eyes darken at his reaction, and Peter watches as he practically prowls into
the shower. Caging him against the wall, the kiss he delivers leaves Peter
weak-kneed as water suddenly starts raining down around them. Hot breath ghosts
along his skin as Tony suddenly bites down on his neck again, no doubt leaving
another mark.
“What is it with you and my neck? Do you have a neck fetish or a vampire kink?
At this rate, these marks aren’t going to fade by Monday,” Peter manages to
gasp out.
“Well, you are mine,” Tony smugly states, nosing along his neck. “And, I like
making it clear that I should be the only one gracing your bed. Besides, what's
happening Monday that’s making you so worried about my marks?”
“How about school? Not everyone has the funds and time to graduate from MIT at
17,” Peter answers.
Drawing back, Tony glances at him. “We'll talk about that later.” And promptly,
gets down on his knees to give Peter a blowjob. Peter moans as Tony deep-
throats him. His hands grab onto Tony’s hair in an attempt to get him to stop
or continue, at the moment, Peter really can’t tell which as Tony hums in
approval of the action. Slick fingers suddenly prod at his entrance, circling
it and enticing him to relax. As the fingers slowly enter him, they pet his
insides and search for the gland that Tony and him both know are there. When
said fingers find their target, Peter tightens his hold on Tony’s hair as he
aborts a whimper by biting his lips. A third finger is suddenly added before
they begin massaging at his prostate, alternating the pace, and then, applying
a little bit more pressure.
“Tony,” Peter can't stop himself from choking out. And on cue, Tony’s kissing
him, rewarding him for saying his name. “Legs around my hips, darling. I’ll
make it all better,” Tony directs between breaths as Peter desperately kissed
back. When Tony hauls Peter up, Peter does as instructed, but the
disorientating impression of falling back also causes Peter to hook his bound
hands around Tony’s neck. Clearly enjoying the new position more, Tony leans in
for another kiss before focusing back on his neck.
When Tony enters him, the stretch still hurt, but it doesn’t hurt as much as it
used to do. Five rounds apparently does that to you. As Peter whines and gasps,
Tony distracts him with opened-mouthed kisses that leave him wanting. When Tony
starts moving, Peter wants even more. As Peter’s member rubs against Tony’s
stomach, he suddenly can’t tell if there’s too much stimulation or not enough.
Either way, Peter finds himself attacking Tony’s face with even more
desperation, and Tony seems more than happy to meet his needs. As their
climaxes draws near, their actions become more desperate. Hips lose their
rhythm, and Tony’s suddenly stroking him. This time, they climax together, and
though his grip around Tony doesn’t loosen, Peter feels boneless as his head
rests on Tony’s chest.
“We’re not done yet, honey,” Tony says, nipping at his ear. Peter groans as
Tony lovingly peppering his collarbone with kisses before moving his hips
again. Though Peter himself might not be ready for another round, his hormonal
teenage body definitely is.
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After the second round of shower sex, Tony washes and dries the both of them as
much as he could before carrying the tired boy to his bed. As soon as his head
hits the pillow, Tony can tell he’s dead to the world. Unbelting Peter’s
wrists, Tony takes a minute to admire the abrasions before draping the
comforter over the boy. Quietly, he walks back into the bathroom and throws
their clothes into the hamper before getting dressed himself. As Tony walks out
of the closet, unbidden, he suddenly has the image of Peter wearing his
clothes. The shirt hanging off of him and exposing his marks while Peter rubs
sleep out of his eyes. Doubling back, Tony grabs a set of clothes for Peter,
making sure the shirt’s particularly loose around the collar. Leaving them on
the chair in his room, Tony pockets the miniaturized bluetooth before heading
towards the lab.
“JARVIS, inform me when Peter wakes up and instruct him to wear the clothes
that are laid out for him on my chair, then direct him here,” Tony ordered as
soon as he’s the workshop.
“Is that wise, sir?” JARVIS inquires.
“What do you mean, JARVIS?” Tony inquires right back.
“Now that you are sexually gratified, wouldn't it be wise to let Mr. Parker
leave? As Mr. Parker is 16, you have committed statutory rape, and since Mr.
Parker is still in school, his disappearance would not go unnoticed.”
“Isn't this discussion a little late in coming, buddy? Considering that
everything that can be done is done, why don't you take point from me instead?”
Tony retorts as he switches to tinkering on the Mark 46.
“I am merely following my prime directive, sir,” JARVIS informs.
“Yeah, I know,” Tony sighs. “Call, Steve Rogers.”
“Hey, Tony!” Steve greets as soon as the call connects. “How was the kid last
night?”
“He was divine, and now, officially, my midlife crisis. Thank you for that,
Steve.”
Tony hears Steve chuckle through the speakers and continues. “But, I think we
both know that's not the only reason I’m calling. What's the real reason for
pawning him off on me, Steve? I'm pretty sure he wasn't just a birthday gift.”
Steve’s silent for a second before he finally begins. “We got our hands on
several CCTV tape a few weeks ago. The tapes contained images of some people
using some highly advanced technology to rob three atm machines.”
“Okay, so I'm guessing Peter was in the area when it happened. What makes him
so special?” Tony hypothesizes.
“Peter, was across the street, and then he crossed the street and took a closer
look. Out of everyone, he got the closest look at the tech as well as the
individuals that robbed the atm. If I was able to find the tape, I doubt
they’ll have any trouble finding it as well, and ergo, Peter,” Steve answers.
“So what, you let me fuck him, so I would play bodyguard later? Steve, you know
my track record with fucks. What's keeping me from kicking him to the curb?”
Tony demands.
“Because Tony, he has a mouth and a brain on him that could match yours, and
he's not afraid to call people out on their shit.”
“I have Pepper for that,” Tony shoots back.
“Not when you're in the lab, she's not. This kid is smart, crazy smart. And I'd
be lying if I didn't say I hope you can help this kid get even further than he
already is.”
“Steve, I'm not a charity. I can't just invest in this random child on your
word alone,” Tony sighs while pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Then, tell me about that $161 million dollar investment for BARF as well as
the generous donation to those students at MIT. That sounded pretty
charitable.”
“How long do I have to keep him, Steve?” Tony finally queries after a hot
minute.
“The question Tony is how long do you want to keep him?” Steve questions in
return before hanging up. Tony works furiously on the Mark 46 after the
conversation. While he hates that Steve has used him, he also knows Steve has a
point but still…
The thought of being used leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, but the thought
of Peter mellows it a lot more than he’s willing to admit.
“Mr. Parker is awake, sir,” JARVIS interrupts as Tony’s soldering a new part on
Mark 46.
“Good, let him in when he comes down.”
When Peter comes down, the call with Steve’s completely forgotten. His
imagination disappoints him. Watching Peter stumble down the stairs and into
the workshop is so much better. Meeting Peter at the door, he sends the
oblivious boy an appreciative glance at his collarbone that does indeed
showcase his marks before picking him up and bringing him into the workshop. As
the boy sleepily leans his head onto Tony’s chest not yet fully awake, Tony
resolves to personally rouse Peter next time. Apparently, Peter’s very pliable
when sleepy, considering how receptive he is towards the gentle pecks Tony’s
giving him. Grabbing the chair next to his current work table, Tony almost
loathes to put Peter down, but he has a project to continue.
So, time passes. As Tony works on Mark 46, Peter watches him with fast-
awakening interest. “So, which Mark is this?” Peter questions out of the blue.
“46,” Tony replies without missing a beat.
“What powers the suit?”
“A new element that I created.”
“...That wasn’t in anything I’ve read about Stark Industries.”
“It wouldn’t be because I haven’t made it public yet.”
“Does it produce radiation or radioactive waste?”
“No.”
“...Do you know how many lives you could save with that?”
“Do you know how many lives I could destroy with this?”
“Like that fully autonomous suit you sent after me that can camouflage itself
to the naked eye all while being operated by an AI?”
“...”
“So, are you going to sell your suits?”
“No.”
“What’s the plan for them?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“I thought you sold weapons for a living. Why won’t you sell your suits?”
“Considering how many times I’ve fucked you after you said “no,” I thought you
would be less inclined to start a round of 20 questions with me,” Tony bites
out in irritation at the pointed questions.
“Well, if you let me go, I wouldn’t be asking these questions. Would I?” Peter
counters.
“You know, Peter. You come off more as a pacifist. I would think the less you
know about my weapons, the better,” Tony hisses.
“Just because you only use your technology for weapons, doesn’t mean it can’t
be applied to other areas. Besides, you don’t grow up in Queens and expect to
stay a pacifist. I certainly don’t like violence, but I believe in self-defense
as well as defending others,” Peter grits back and spine straightening from
Tony’s tone.
Done talking, Tony pins Peter into his chair and looms over him. “You know,
sweetheart. I think I liked you better when I was fucking you,” Tony crudely
states as he runs a finger down Peter’s cheek. “I wish I could say the same,”
Peter fires back. “Darling, you wish that was true, but be honest. You enjoyed
every second of getting fucked. From the blowjobs, to the running, to getting
caught and fucked. You enjoyed it more than you care to admit right now,” Tony
details before delivering an all-consuming kiss.
Suddenly moving back, Tony focuses back on his work before saying, “I would
love to go another round with you, but I have work to do. So, instead of
sitting their and distracting me, why don’t you help out.”
Tony’s words are greeted with a moment of silence. “Have you actually tried out
your suits?”
“Only against the terrorists who stole my weapons and put shrapnel into my
chests,” Tony answers.
“Have you tried to test them against your own weapons?”
Glancing up, Tony stares at Peter for a moment. “Why would I do that?”
“Well, it’s clear at a glance that the suits weren’t design just for offence.”
Gesturing to the wall of suits, Peter continues. “Since you debuted with the
miniature arc reactor in that cave in Afghanistan, I’m guessing you also
designed independent miniature arc reactors in parts of the suits or you would
be dealing with a power source problem. I mean that’s obvious considering when
Mark 15 picked me up it was flying at me in pieces. From the way the suit is
probably attuned to your physique, that means you didn’t put a thousand
offensive capabilities in there. So, I’m guessing most of the offensive
capabilities come from your repulsors and any small weapons that can deal a
good bang. Also, from the way the Mark 15 moved, I can tell you wanted it to be
offensive while not losing evasive capabilities. Therefore, this means you
favor a good defense for your suits more than an offensive advantage. So, since
you already make the best offensive weapons, why don’t you test out your shield
against your own sword?” Peter finishes while throwing Tony a look.
Smirking, Tony replies, “Peter, why don’t I officially introduce you to my Iron
Man suits.” Tony then proceeds to give a quick rundown on the Mark 46 to Peter.
And surprisingly, most of the jargon and explanations that Tony uses, Peter
understands. As minutes turned into hours, Tony and Peter lose themselves in
discussions about the Iron Man suits and theory application.
***** Chapter 6 *****
When Peter wakes up, he’s being spooned in a bed. Not his bed. Tony Stark’s
bed. That smells like Tony Stark which isn’t something he thought he would ever
know the smell of. And then, everything comes back, what happened with the loan
sharks Uncle Ben apparently loaned from, being drugged, being gifted to Tony
Stark, being fucked by Tony Stark, and finally, last night. The two of them
talking about the Iron Man suits and how they could apply scientific theory to
the suits to make them even more efficient. They talked until Peter’s stomach
growled where Tony ordered a late dinner for the both of them. During dinner,
they continued to talk, and after dinner, Tony even let him get hands on with a
part of his Iron Man suits. They worked until early into the next morning when
JARVIS informed them of the time and insisted that they should rest which they
actually did unlike last time. Now, it seems night was approaching again.
Peter knows his priorities are out of wack. They really are. He should be
worried about Aunt May and about the fact that Tony Stark had fucked him
against his will as well as focusing on escaping. However, none of that seems
to matter at the moment. All he could think about is their time in the lab and
about how talented Tony had been even after being kneed in the groin. Peter
knows he’s bisexual, but he always thought he was more oval than circular. Now,
Tony has completely dispelled him of that notion. Not only had Peter’s first
time been with a guy, but it was with a very skilled individual. When he
imagined losing his virginity, this scenario was not what he imagined at all.
Yet, here he is. Freshly devirginized, and if he was being perfectly honest,
perfectly willing to go a few more rounds with said man again. Freakin’ teenage
hormones. Deciding that he should at least inform Aunt May that he’s alive,
Peter attempts to get out of the bed. Attempts being the key word. As soon as
Peter moves to escape Tony’s hold, Tony tightens his arms around him. Peter
groans when a mouth latches onto his neck.
“Tony,” Peter moans. Suddenly, Peter’s shifted on his back, and a weight
settles on top of him. Peter feels the brush of stubble before lips meet lips
in a languid but thorough kiss. Going back to attacking his neck, Peter cries
out when Tony alternated between suckling, mouthing, and the occasional scrapes
of teeth. “Someone is very sensitive,” Tony chuckles as he purposely grazes
Peter’s skin with his five o’ clock shadow to make Peter moan even louder. “I
think we should continue this in the shower,” Tony suddenly whispers in Peter’s
ear. Letting out a breathy confirmation, Peter allows Tony to drag him into the
bathroom where they hastily strip before sharing another hungry kiss in the
shower.
“Sir,” JARVIS’s voice filters through the bathroom. “Mr. Rogers is here to see
you. He states it is important.”
“Show him up,” Tony responds as he rests his head against Peter’s, eyes closed.
“I’m gonna get out,” Peter says, instantly tense. As Peter moves to get out,
Tony suddenly pulls him back to his previous position and gives him a spine-
tingling kiss. Not breaking the kiss, Tony’s hands begin roaming, kneading at
Peter’s body until he’s relaxed again. When Tony draws back, mischief sparkles
in his eyes. “He put you in this position. I think we should let him wait for a
little while. Don’t you think?” Tony suggests as his bangs shadow his eyes.
Fighting to catch his breath, Peter closes the distance for another heated
kiss.
When they enter the living area after their heated shower, Steve sends a sly
look at Peter that makes his ears go red. However, Tony only makes it worse
when he steers Peter towards the couch opposite of the gang boss and proceeds
to practically glue Peter to his side as he sits down. Yep, at this rate, his
face is going to redder than the Iron Man suits.
“I see you two sorted yourselves out,” Rogers immediately begins. “Well,
considering you practically shoved him onto me, I would think we would have to
at some point,” Tony shoots back. Glancing up, Tony isn’t even looking at
Peter, instead, his face is closed off, but his eyes, sharp and intense, belied
something hot and smoldering just underneath the surface. This look is like a
much more powerful version of the look of disdain that he gives reporters when
they asked provoking and irritating questions.
“You know why I did what I did, Tony. Besides, you can’t say you didn’t enjoy
him,” Rogers immediately counters. All indications of amusement gone as he dons
the look of the man who had suddenly swooped down and taken control of every
illegal operation to the east side of the East River five years ago. Not liking
where this is heading, Peter tries to slip out of Tony’s grasp only to have the
hand around his waist tighten and pull him even closer to Tony if that was
possible. “You could’ve told me from the start that there was trouble in
Queens, and I would’ve been more than happy to help protect him. But you,
handing him to me in the form of my midlife crisis is not protecting him. In
fact, this directly accomplishes the opposite.”
“Does it, Tony? Because in one fell swoop, I’ve managed to find someone that
can hold your attention for more than one night as well as protect the kid. The
way you're acting now, tells me he has officially graduated from a one-night
stand. You’ve kept him in your penthouse, alone, with you, for a day now. And
from the looks of things, you don’t look like you’re planning on letting him go
anytime soon,” Rogers hisses out. “Admit it, the genius, billionaire playboy’s
next hubby might be a 16 year old-”
“Stop it!” Peter exclaims as he throws himself out of Tony’s hold. “You two
can’t use me as ammunition against each other. I’m not some pawn to be moved
around as you please,” he declaims with a tremble in his frame. Both men
grimace at those words.
“List-”
“We-”
Steve and Tony both start at the same time. Glancing at each other, both of
them seem to agree on an unspoken decision before Steve starts.
“Look, kid. Remember a few weeks ago when you saw that atm robbery go down,”
Steve waits as Peter’s eyes flick up to him in recognition. “Well, I found
evidence that you were more than just a bystander, Peter.”
“I-I never told anyone about what I saw. I haven’t even told Aunt May that I
was there that night,” Peter declares as he looks uncertainly between Rogers
and Tony.
“Listen, Peter. Steve and I had nothing to do with this. In fact, we’re trying
to find out where these weapons came from,” Tony quickly corrects and watches
Peter’s shoulders relax minutely.
“Regardless,” Steve continues, “if I was able to single you out from a CCTV
camera, chances are so can they.”
“So, you kidnapped me from Aunt May and gave me to Tony to protect me? Before
then, you really were going to wait until we had the money?” Peter uncertainly
voices with a small tenor of hope.
Giving a self-deprecating chuckle, Steve watches as Peter recoils slightly in
wariness. “No, kid. I’m not that nice. Your aunt was supposed to pay me at the
appointed time, and I did take you as payment in kind. This was more of a
killing two birds with one stone situation.” Steve admits.
Hesitantly, Peter glances at Tony only to find that he’s gone stone-faced
again. Instead, Tony’s giving Rogers a scrutinizing stare, almost as if judging
him. “Was Tony in on this the whole time?” Peter finally asks.
“I found out after our shower when I called Steve,” Tony quickly answers to
prevent any misunderstanding.
“I’m not sure I should trust either of you,” Peter states as he uncertainly
glances at the both of them. “Besides, this means that Aunt May’s still in
danger. Even though I’m here, they could still go after Aunt May to get to me.
I’m going home. Besides, Aunt May’s probably worrying herself sick,” Peter
decides.
Peter watches as Rogers and Tony suddenly exchange glances before both seem to
come to a another decision. Tony, apparently, decides he would bite the bullet
this time. “Peter, I’m afraid to say until this situation is cleared, you’re
not going anywhere. I hate to say it, but I agree with Steve on this. Staying
with me is probably your safest option. Besides, I doubt the people who robbed
the atms want to escalate the situation. It’s a long jump from just robbing
atms with high tech gear to kidnapping,” Tony reasons.
Slumping his shoulders, Peter feigns surrender and decides to waited for a
opening. “I almost forgot,” Steve abruptly adds as he reaches around the couch
to grab something. “I brought a change of clothes for you.”
Peter perks up as Steve brings his school bag into view. As an idea begins to
form in his mind, Peter excuses himself under the pretense of changing into his
own clothes. Once in Tony’s room, Peter quickly changes before rummaging
through his bag, internally cheering when he feels his newly invented web-
shooter. Taking both web-shooters out, Peter straps them to his wrist and
shoves extra web-fluid canisters into his jean pockets. while internally
thanking his good luck that Rogers also brought him his gray zip-up hoodie.
When Peter walks back into the living area, he inconspicuously scans the place
until his eyes alights on a stairwell. Making sure not to make his movements
too obvious, Peter turns towards Steve and Tony who are now more visibly
relaxed.
“So, what happens now?” Peter queries as he angles himself into position. “For
now,” Steve starts, “you stay here with Tony.”
“What about school?”
“I’m sure I ca-” Tony’s suddenly interrupted as Peter webs them both to the
couch.
“It’ll dissolve in about 2 hours!” Peter shouts as he makes for a stairwell.
Upon seeing the actual stairs, Peter realizes that his plan might have been a
bit hasty. After all, he doesn’t think he can get out in time if he ran down
all 93 floors!
However, an even more pressing matter is that he doesn’t think it will take 2
hours for Tony and Steve to get out of his webbing. Making up his mind, Peter
quickly uses his webbing as well as his parkour skills to scale down the tower.
In record time, Peter manages to reach the bottom just as the elevator opens to
reveal an exasperated Tony and Steve. As Tony and Steve starts towards him,
Peter decides to forego trying the door, and instead, reaches for the ninja
rocks in his pocket. Throwing them, Peter breathes a sigh of relief when the
window shatters. Sprinting through the opening, Peter manages to make it to an
alley before he’s suddenly shoved up against the wall. “Night, night, kid,” a
voice said before a rag suddenly covers his face.

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“That boy has a pair of legs on him,” Tony says as Bucky brought Peter back to
them. “You would know that best, Tony,” Steve’s unable to resist.
“Here’s your kid,” Bucky states, dumping him into Tony’s arms. “Might I suggest
you either secure your tower better or secure him better next time.”
Shifting Peter’s weight, Tony and Steve then head back towards the elevator.
“You know you can tell your underlings to join us, right?”
“They like it better on the ground. Something about being in a glass-encased
93-storied jenga tower really makes them uneasy,” Steve responds.
“That was insulting. I personally had a hand in Stark Tower’s construction, and
I resent my building being compared to a jenga tower,” Tony scoffs.
“What are you going to do with the kid?” Steve queries as the elevator reaches
the penthouse.
“I’m not sure. Maybe set him up in my Malibu condo,” Tony shrugs.
“You have a workshop there. Leaving him unsupervised is like leaving a kid in a
toyshop and expecting him not to touch anything,” Steve counters.
Well, he isn’t going to give up from the looks of things,” Tony replies as he
places Peter on the couch. “How about we let him go?”
“I don’t understand,” Steve questions.
“He isn’t going to give up on returning to his aunt. How about, instead of
forcing him to stay, we give him conditions. He can stay with me for four days
of the week, and he can stay with his aunt for three days a week. Also, we let
him go to school. This way, we don’t have to worry about anyone questioning his
disappearance. Besides, I can always find a way to tag him,” Tony suggests.
“That sounds like a lot of work,” Steve replies.
“Well, we're not going to get anywhere with the him using vinegar. So, a little
bit of honey wouldn’t hurt,” Tony sighs as he starts to remove the adhesive
shooters on Peter’s wrists.
“Fine. Tell me how it works out. Anything that will make this easier would be
godsend,” Steve exhales as he heads for the elevator. “Good night, Tony.”
“Later,” Tony bids as he rummages through the boy’s pockets. “JARVIS, alert the
night staff that there is adhesive webbing in the stairwell that needs to be
cleaned up,” Tony orders as he grabbed the adhesive shooters as well as the
extra canisters. “Also, inform me and direct Peter to the lab when he wakes
up.”
As soon as Tony gets to the lab, he begins to examine the adhesive shooters and
canisters.
“JARVIS, scan the adhesive shooters and give me a model of it,” Tony orders.
“Yes, sir.”
As JARVIS gives one of the adhesive shooters a thorough scan, Tony attaches a
string of adhesive at the wall using the other. Touching the string, Tony then
fires up a series of adhesion tests.
“Sir, the scan is ready,” JARVIS reports.
“Bring up the scan,” Tony replies as he allows JARVIS to take over the tests.
“JARVIS, pull up the numbers as you run through each adhesion test,” Tony
instructs as he turns away to tinker with Mark 46 once more. Tony’s going to
force himself to wait for the results before he takes apart Peter’s invention.
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“Sir, the results have been recorded.”
Turning from his work, Tony raises an eyebrow at the results.
“JARVIS, are these numbers right because they are off the charts? The tensile
strength alone should indicate years of research went into this instead of
being invented in a high school Chem lab.”
“Sir, I assure you the tests have been correctly executed and that these are
the test results,” JARVIS responds, miffed.
“Don't act so insulted, JARVIS. I know you ran them right. Double check if this
has been patented or manufactured anywhere else before. I've never seen
anything like this before, but I'd rather not be wrong. Also, I want you to
bring up the feed from the stairwell when Peter was making his escape. I want
to see how Mr. Parker utilized the webbing to his advantage while descending
down a 93-storied building.”
Watching the feed, Tony’s amazed by the ability of the adhesive to resist
strain. Sure, Tony knows Peter isn’t over a buck fifty, but an adhesive that’s
able to handle just under that weight instantly without snapping. Damn. He’s
even more impressed that a 16-year old managed to create and maximize the
potential of his own creation. The boy’s definitely going places. Chuckling,
Tony turns his attention toward the hologram of Peter’s adhesive shooter. As he
deduces, after all, he was at the business end of the adhesive shooters, the
shooters are light and compact. Easy to hide, and if designed right, would be
virtually unnoticeable. To allow for surprise attacks and convenience, the user
merely had to press the middle and fourth finger to attack, and the direction
of the attack could be controlled with a flick of the wrist.
“Mr. Parker has awakened,” JARVIS suddenly interrupts.
“Make sure he gets here. If he goes anywhere else, I want to know. Also, advise
him against escaping,” Tony orders.
Purposely ignoring the door, Tony begins to examine the adhesive canisters.
“You are not to be taken lightly, Mr. Parker,” Tony proclaims as soon as Peter
steps through the door. “Who manufactured this?” Tony rhetorically inquires.
Tony continues examining the canisters as Peter seems to hesitate. “A friend
made them for me,” Peter finally lies, and Tony knows he lied because he low-
key digitally stalked him.
“Really, which one of your friends?” Tony questions.
“I'd rather not say,” Peter finally answers after a beat.
“Was it Ned?” Tony interrogates, looking up just to watch Peter’s eyes widen.
“Or was it Michelle? Because, Liz has to set up for Homecoming, and she's also
way too busy with the decathlon to put that kind of time into developing this?
So, Peter which one of your friends is it?”
“Isn't stalking a 16-year old a bit much even for you?!”
“I wouldn't call it stalking per say. I just like to know who I'm sleeping with
especially when said person managed to convince JARVIS to go against my
orders,” Tony replies. “I also know that out of your two friends, you're the
one with the strongest chemistry chemistry. So,” Tony continues while setting
down a canister of adhesive shooter on the table between them, “ who invented
these?”
“You already know the answer, so why are you asking me?” Peter relents as he
draws in on himself.
“Because, although I can find out everything. I don't like being left in the
dark, so I would rather you be open with me since we're going into business
together. Also, a bio can only tell you so much,” Tony explains as he put the
two adhesive shooters on the table. “So, what's your story.”
“Pet project,” Peter finally reveals taking on a defensive stance.
“Why?” Tony continues to prod.
Peter’s mouth thins into a line. “I'd rather not say.”
“You’re Uncle, then,” Tony deduces and watches as Peter shrinks into himself
even more. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Tony sighs. “Look. Contrary to your
belief, I'm not out to make your life miserable. You're also not some kept pet
that I'm just keeping around for fun despite what I said earlier. You really do
intrigue me, and if we're going to be living together for an indefinite amount
of time, we need to at least refrain from driving each other up the wall.”
“Besides, these,” Tony says waving one of the adhesive shooters at Peter,
“aren't bad. Really, I'm impressed. So, tell me more about them.”
As Peter warily watches him, Tony sighs again.
“Fine, I get that you don't trust me, the guy that fucked you. So, I guess I’ll
break the good news. You’re going back to school tomorrow, and you can go home
to your aunt. However,” Tony quickly adds at Peter’s wide-eyed surprise, “you
have to wear this,” Tony continues while pulling out a stylish blue stainless
steel watch, “and you have to stay here four days per week. Also, the watch
stays on you at ALL times. You somehow lose that watch in anyway, and I will
find it and solder it to your wrist,” Tony promises.
Sputtering, Peter quickly counters. “I’m a poor kid from Queens. There is no
way my aunt or I could afford something like that. I can’t wear that to
school!”
“Then, you stay here until the threat blows over,” and turns away, ending the
conversation.
“...Fine,” Peter concedes and Tony smirks before quickly wiping it off to face
Peter. Handing Peter the watch, Tony watches as Peter clips it onto his wrist
before adjusting it. Tony smirks as Peter then nervously eyes him, but feeling
generous, Tony lets him off. “Now, you were about to explain your adhesive
shooters to me.”
“Web-shooters,” Peter corrects before he nervously launches into explanation
with a fair amount of hand gestures and pointing. Tony watches fondly while the
boy slowly relaxes as he goes more in-depth into the dynamics of his invention.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     Here's another chapter! I hope you enjoy!
“Peter, wake up.” A hand shakes Peter, and Peter groans as he rolls away from
the persistent appendage.
“Five more minutes,” Peter pleads as he cocoons himself into the sheets.
Drifting back off, Peter feels pain suddenly lance through his neck. Yelping,
Peter shoots up and glares at his aggressor.
“You and your vampire fetish!” Peter exclaims as he rubs at the teeth imprint
on his neck. Dark eyes blink back at him with amusement. “I'll wake you up
using a better method next time, but fair warning, you might be late for
school,” Tony promises while smirking at the tint that suddenly appears on
Peter’s cheeks. “Anyway, get ready. I need to go over some ground rules with
you before you head off. Also, there are toiletries in the bathroom,” Tony
directs as he walks out of the room dressed in a three-piece suit and looking
very handsome.
Yep, Peter really needed to rearrange his priorities. Groaning, Peter heads for
the bathroom to freshen up. When Peter steps out of the bathroom, he’s
surprised to see his clothes as well as his school bag on the bed. Swiftly
changing into his own clothes, Peter peeks inside his bag while thinking of a
way to convince Tony to drop him off at Aunt May’s for his stuff only to be
surprised when he discovers everything he needed is already there. A small pang
of panic bursts through his veins before he quickly stifles it down.
“So,” Peter begins as he walks into the living area, “I know you stalked me,
but isn’t hacking into the school database for my schedule a little bit
excessive?”
“I had someone go get your stuff so your aunt wouldn’t freak out on you first
thing in the morning. You’re welcome by the way,” Tony answers while pouring
himself coffee. “Also, your aunt, unsurprisingly, has thrown herself into
despair, and is apparently, harassing Steve’s guys to get you back every chance
she gets.”
Losing his appetite at the mention of Aunt May, Peter, nevertheless, takes a
seat when Tony gives him a pointed glance to eat. “Now, onto the important
stuff,” Tony continues as he slides Peter’s cell phone over the kitchen island.
“I’ve put in my number and Happy’s number in your phone,” on cue, a man appears
from behind Peter and takes a seat on one of the island stools.
“This is Happy. He is your driver, and if you need anything, that is who you
call. Now, I know that you’re going to want to go back to your aunt, and I
won't stop you. I don’t care how you decide to go about this, but once you stay
three days with your aunt, you come back here for the rest of the week or Steve
might drag you back. However, if I personally have to go get you, you won’t
like the consequences,” Tony promises with a look in his eyes that dares Peter
to try him. Peter shivers at the dare. From the look in his eyes, Tony’s
serious. Peter tenses as Tony circles around and places his hand on the back of
his neck, fingertips stroking his most recent bite mark. “Be good, and when
this all blows over, you can go back to your ordinary high school life.
However, be bad, and I will not hesitate to lock you up and isolate you from
everything you care about,” Tony whispers, his lips brushing Peter’s ear.
Shifting, Peter looks into Tony’s eyes and sees a possessiveness and hunger
that makes his stomach drop.
“Eat,” Tony orders as he draws back. “Happy, drive him to school after he
finishes.”
As soon as Tony leaves, Peter’s able to breathe again. That man is seriously
bipolar. Last night, he was attentive to Peter’s emotional state, and now, he’s
made a one-eighty flip and is threatening Peter with isolation if he doesn’t
comply. Tony Stark is not someone to be messed with, especially when he has his
sights trained on you. Pulse racing, Peter quickly finishes breakfast before
being shuffled by Happy into a nondescript black car. As the car drew farther
away from Stark Tower, Peter finds distance does nothing to soothe his frayed
nerves. After all, the man that wants him is the Tony Stark, and he knows Tony
can hack into any security system in the world if he really put his mind to it.
So, trying to escape to anywhere in New York, a city with at least one camera
every block, is impossible. Peter isn’t a pessimist. It’s merely a fact. As a
child, Peter had grown up studying the cutting edge tech of Stark innovations.
He even went to the Stark Expo as a child before he knew about Stark’s dirtier
dealings, and even after knowing about the dirtier dealings, Peter still
studied Stark tech because they were alway top of the line and were always
carefully vetted so only the best of the best made it into Stark’s company. Not
to mention, Tony Stark never half-asses anything, especially when it involves
technology. Glancing out the window, Peter watches the scenery go by and
recognizes the landscape as they get closer to Midtown High.
The change is jarring. From being kidnapped and fucked by Stark, then back to
his life in Midtown High over a weekend, things feel the same, and yet, he
feels different. Peter feels like something should have changed after his
weekend, but everything is, irritatingly, the same.
“Hey, Parker!” Michelle calls out as soon as she sees him. “Where were you all
weekend? After Friday, you went completely MIA on us.”
“Total blackout,” Ned agrees, appearing beside him.
“I...took a trip to upstate New York over the weekend and forgot my charger,”
Peter hesitatingly lies.
“For what reason?” Michelle prods with narrowed eyes.
Mind blanking, Peter stupidly replies, “I applied for a Stark Internship and
got in.” Peter wants to slap himself.
“What!” Ned cries in dismay. “Why didn’t you tell us anything about that?”
“I wasn’t sure I was going to be picked, so I didn’t want you guys getting
excited over nothing,” Peter shrugs. “Anyway, we should be heading to class.”
Turning from his friends, Peter heads to class with his neck prickling from
Michelle’s probing stare. All through the day, a part of him’s indignant that
nothing had changed after his weekend while another part is relieved to find
everything’s back to normal. Everything is still the same. He still slightly
struggles in Spanish and History, but science still comes easily to him. This
apprehension of something grates on his nerves. By lunch, Peter finds himself
sullen and on edge, ready for the day to end.
As Peter picks at his lunch, Ned and Michelle joins him with Ned commencing on
a rave about the latest Stark tech innovation. “Do you think you’ll get to see
it?”
Peter blinks at Ned’s question. “What?”
“Do you think you’ll be able to get a glimpse of the arc reactor that powers
some of Mr. Stark’s facilities?” Ned repeats.
“I might,” Peter replies not adding that he had personally seen the miniature
version up close and uncovered twice when Tony had fucked him in the shower.
“That is so cool!” Ned continues as Peter decides that he’s done with lunch and
gets up to dump his tray. As the three head to the library, Ned in excitement,
runs ahead while Michelle keeps apace with him. “So, what kind of internship
interview ends with you getting a bite mark on your neck,” Michelle suddenly
speaks, breaking the silence. Self-consciously covering the indention, Peter
replies, “I met someone during the interview.”
“And you so seem the type to skip the first two bases. I can tell by your
attempts with Liz,” Michelle quips, unconvinced. “Things got out of hand, okay.
I made a few bad decisions and wasn’t thinking,” Peter fumbles. “Okay, I’ll
believe that for now,” Michelle finally accepts after a minute, lips thinning
in displeasure. “As long as it doesn’t interfere with you too badly.”
Peter breathes a sigh of relief as they reach the library, glad the
conversation was over. “What took you so long?” Ned inquires when they arrive
at the usual table. “Bathroom,” Michelle responds. And that was the end of
that. After the talk, Michelle stonewalls Peter, no doubt irritated that he
didn’t trust his friends enough to confide in them. But, how’s Peter suppose to
even begin to explain his situation. No one would believe him, especially if he
were to say, ‘Tony Stark has an unhealthy obsession with me that sprung from
when I was gifted to him as a means of being of protected.’ Yeah, that sounds
ridiculous even in his own head.
The remaining periods are uneventful, and for a Peter who badly needed a
distraction from his own restless thoughts, hell on earth. As soon as the bell
rings, Peter’s out of his seat and heading towards the door. Sprinting out of
the school, Peter immediately heads for the bakery, desperate to see Aunt May
after two days. However, to his dismay but not surprise, the bakery’s closed.
Changing directions, Peter then heads home.
Despite everything that has happened, taking the routine route home is
strangely comforting. Even though Stark can hack into any of the cameras to
keep an eye on him, Peter’s still glad to be back on his home turf, in his
neighborhood, where he knows the people and faces. Winding his way to the
apartment complex, Peter finds it both relieving and disturbing that whoever
Tony sent had the forethought to pack his keys in his bag. Quietly unlocking
the door, Peter pulls up his coat collar to hide the bite mark before nervously
peeking into the apartment. “Aunt May?” He calls out.
Frantic footsteps echo throughout the apartment before Aunt May wrenches open
the door of her bedroom and practically tackles him. Tears streaming down her
face, May grips him like he’s her lifeline while blubbering hysterically. “Oh,
thank god! You’re safe and alive! I was terrified that Steve would do something
to you! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Have you eaten? Oh, my god! Did they even
feed you?”
“Aunt May, I’m fine,” Peter answers awkwardly. Pulling back, Aunt May
critically looks him over. “Peter, these are your clothes. When did you get a
chance to get these? Not to mention, you look like you just came from school.”
“I did just come from school,” Peter hesitantly admits before making eye
contact with Aunt May. “How? What?” Aunt May questions.
Deciding to go with the half-truth, Peter began. “Steve placed me with someone
he knew for my own protection. Apparently, he found out I was a witness to that
robbery that happened across from Mr. Delmar bodega. I now have to stay with
the guy for four days a week, or they won’t let me stay with you at all. They
also had someone sneak in here and grab my stuff.”
Eyebrows furrowing with worry, Aunt May responds, “If things are that
dangerous, maybe it's time we get out of the city. I mean we don’t have a lot,
but we can make it by with less. After all, it would definitely be safer than
here.”
Alarm bells ringing in his head, Peter quickly begins dissuading his aunt, “No,
Aunt May it's fine. Don’t worry about this. I’ll handle it. We don’t have to
move!”
“I think it really would be a better idea to move though,” Aunt May counters.
“It would definitely get us out of this pickle. Besides, I’m pretty sure the
money we would get if we sold the bakery would be enough to tie us over until
we found a new place.”
Thinking of Tony’s warning this morning, Peter frantically responds. “But,
that’s Uncle Ben’s bakery. It’s the last bit of him we have left. Besides, they
only said this thing was temporary and that I can work off the rest of the debt
throughout my stay with Steve’s friend.”
“Oh...alright,” Aunt May uncertainly concedes. “If you insist we stay, we’ll
stay. However, if things become too much, the option is always open.”
Inwardly sighing in relief, Peter smiles back. “Thanks, Aunt May. I’m going to
catch up on my homework now.” After Aunt May ruffles his hair and states that
they’ll go out for dinner, Peter heads into his room before leaning on his
door. Sliding down, Peter rests his head on the door, hating that he had to use
Uncle Ben to cover for Steve and Tony of all people. Even though it had been to
keep Aunt May from worrying, he still feels guilty about it.
Focusing on his room, Peter could see that things had been moved around but
nothing’s extremely out of place. His window is also unlocked. That explains
how they got in. Placing an ear on his door, Peter waits for the telltale
sounds of busy movement before quickly getting under the bunk bed. Behind the
books and random crap Peter had shoved under there, wrapped in several layers
of black clothes and a combination of other discarded clothing hastily stuffed
to hide the glow, laid the souvenir that Peter had taken the night of the
robbery.
Peter remembers it vividly. After he had crossed the street and spied on the
robbers, the cops had rolled in behind him, sirens screaming. The robbers had
been oblivious to his presence and quickly left the other way when they heard
the cops coming while Peter hid behind a newspaper dispenser. Following after
the cops, Peter recalls watching the cops continually ram the van while
avoiding the blasts of blue energy fired from the tech that the robbers had
used. Neither parties were aware of the glowing core that had fallen out of the
van nor of him picking it up. Cautiously, Peter unwraps the layers to reveal
his mysterious find. Faint blue light illuminates Peter’s face as he studies
what he is sure is the power source of the weapons. Taking note of it’s weight
Peter theorizes that the outer part of the core was the containment unit while
a solid casing houses the power source material in the middle. Absentmindedly,
Peter fiddles with the core, unconsciously taking note of it’s design before
hiding it away again to focus on straightening his room.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you everyone for all the kudos and kind words! You don't know
     how much it means to me! Also, kudos to you if you get the references
     in this chapter. Lol
Tony knows it was harsh to threaten Peter with isolation. He knows he did a
one-eighty on the boy that’s bound to leave him confused. However, Tony never
said he was a nice man. Yeah, he has his soft spots, but he also has his hard
spots. And, the thing he needs to drive home with Peter is that he cannot run
anywhere where Tony can’t find him. He knows that kind of spirit. He knows the
down-but-not-out look, and he knows that a brain like Peter’s is always
thinking, calculating, and planning for an opportunity of another way out. So,
the display of power is necessary Tony rationalizes. He would do the same if he
was in Peter’s situation. Goddammit! He did exactly that when he made the Mark
I, and he knows Peter could pull the like too if given enough time.
“Mr. Stark, you have a meeting in 15 minutes,” startles him out of his
thoughts. Tony glances up to see Pepper Potts pursuing her lips in annoyance,
most likely from the fact Tony had been staring at the same page for five
minutes. “Summarize it,” Tony orders his once girlfriend and secretary, but
now, it was just secretary since the whole Afgantastian thing put a big wrench
in their relationship.
“The PR is wanting to know what you would like to say about your recent
domestic ventures as well as your slow and subtle withdraws from the weapons
industry.”
“Is that everything?” Tony knows there’s more than that.
“They would also like for you to address the rumors of high-tech weapons on the
streets of New York or at least make a statement that you aren’t selling to the
citizens of New York,” Pepper states.
Leaning back into his seat, Tony sighs. “Those weapons aren’t mine. However, I
am looking into their origins. Now, let’s head to the meeting. I feel a
headache coming on.” And, he wasn’t disappointed. The meeting goes downhill and
that’s being generous. They already know Tony does not want to address his slow
withdrawal from the weapons industry until after he’s completely out, yet they
insist that it would put him in the press’s good grace and would boost their
public image. Yeah, no shit, Sherlocks. He knows that, but he’s still tying up
loose ends and needs time! In the end, Tony compromises but only to save
himself from another extra hour of debate that would have no doubt ensued if he
hadn’t. He agrees to a press conference stating that he’s going to invest in
more domestic ventures and denounce the high-tech weapons that are currently
terrorizing it. The press conference is going to be on Friday.
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It’s been a long day. Heading straight for the bar out of the elevator, Tony
practically moans when the liquor hits the back of his throat. This, he
remembers, is why he paid Pepper so much. Despite everything that had happened
between them, he still trusts her, and consequently, left most of the everyday
running of Stark Industries to her. This way, Tony could focus on his projects
and would only need to, occasionally, consult on the direction the company
should take as well as act as their public figure head. Pepper had made him
promise that he would stay updated and attend a few meetings each month, and in
return, the amount of people allowed to disturb him when he’s in the shop would
be limited to those that were of utmost urgency or importance. Like Queen
Elizabeth importance, and even that was debatable.
“Shall I order dinner?” JARVIS queries. “Yeah, go for it. I’m feeling Chinese,”
Tony replies as he heads for the workshop to get some real work done.
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The three allotted days that he’s given to spend with Aunt May seems to fly by,
and it wasn’t until the morning of Stark days as Peter decides to call them
that he realizes it. In his defense, after the whole debacle, all Peter wants
is to throw himself into work. So, that's what he does, and between school and
the bakery, it wasn’t hard staying busy. After Peter had insisted Aunt May open
the bakery instead of taking a break, because let’s be honest, they needed the
money, things grew too busy to be examined. With the bakery open again, late
nights become a regular occurrence as Uncle Ben’s desire had always been to not
rely on additives for good pastries, and because everyone in the neighborhood
and beyond knew that, the bakery was always swamped. From the moment they
opened at 9:00 AM to the closing moment at 5:00 PM, people came from everywhere
to buy from Ben’s Organic Bakery. It also helps that the bakery used local
ingredients, and therefore, a lot of their suppliers were also their customers.
Imagine Peter’s surprise when upon closing, Peter hears a tap on the front door
and is witnessed to Tony looking straight at him. Sighing, Peter unlocks the
door and lets him in.
“I thought you said call Happy to pick me up when I’m done,” Peter exhales as a
small part of his mind comments on how dashing Tony looks in even jeans and a
zippered hoodie.
“I had time. Not to mention since we are going to spend an indefinite amount of
time together, I figured I’d take a look at this place. And also, your reviews
everywhere are five stars. So, apparently, the stuff you sell is to die for,”
Tony answers while glancing around.
“Well, some of the workers, Aunt May, and I still have work to do, so I hope
you don’t expect me to just drop everything,” Peter warily states expecting
Tony to be annoyed. In response, Tony merely seats himself in one of their
chairs and turns his attention to what Peter realizes is a holopad. Of course,
that’s when Aunt May chooses to cash out the register.
Surprise alights her eyes as they land on Tony. Throwing a questioning glance
at Peter, Aunt May uncertainly questions who Tony is even though she already
has a good idea.
“This is Mr. Stark. He is who I’m staying with until the whole thing with the
robbery blows over,” Peter awkwardly explains.
“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am,” Tony greets as he gets up to shake Aunt May’s
hand. Warily, Aunt May takes the hand before deciding to take the bull by the
horns, “So, I heard you took Peter in as a favor to Steve. How do you know
him?”
Peter winces at the blunt question before casting a nervous glance at Tony. “He
was a part of the crew that got me out of Afghanistan. Since then, we
occasionally meet up to chat, and he asked me to house Mr. Parker,” Tony
answers without hesitation though his smile seems to grow a little strained.
“Peter told me that you guys are busy right now, but since I had the time, I
thought I would drop by early. I decided I needed a change in scenery from my
office.”
“Well, Mr. Stark. You are welcome to have a seat although it might be a while
before we’re done here. Would you like a coffee and a pastry?” Aunt May
inquires.
“I would love some, dear,” Tony replies all smiles and disarming charm again.
“Great, Peter will get you some,” Aunt May states before proceeding to cash out
the register. Peter does as Aunt May orders, though if he dawdles a bit more
than usual while waiting on the coffee, Aunt May doesn’t say anything, and it’s
only as Aunt May heads back into the kitchen that Peter is also handing Tony
the drink and pastries.
“What exactly is the point of this visit?” Peter demands as he watches Tony who
lazily watches him back, like a cat feigning calm. “Like I said before, I’m
just here to check things out besides it never hurts to add faces to names,”
Tony states, smirking back at him as he takes a bite out of the pastry.
Peter takes a small amount of pride when Tony’s eyebrow shoots up after the
first bite of the strawberry croissant. “That is nice, and not too sweet,
either.”
“Our ingredients are all locally sourced and a lot of our suppliers buy our
pastries. Not to mention, we like to give our suppliers experimental samples,
so we always have a handy case of critics that are willing to try everything
before they hit the market. For example, we regularly give samples to the
campers that grow our strawberries on Long Island,” Peter finishes as he heads
towards the back.
Once Peter reaches the back, it’s like Tony never arrived. He quickly finds
himself swept up in the hustle and bustle of preparing for tomorrow’s batch.
Adding eggs and butter to some of the industrial mixers, sending doughs into
the proofer to be proofed, and trying out his new bread kneading machine on
some of the doughs to see how they turn out. Thank god Uncle Ben had the
foresight to outfit the bakery with commercial equipment even though his ideal
customer base had been a small one. After putting the last dough in the
proofer, Peter turns around only to be startled by Tony leaning against a work
table.
As the staff was leaving. How coincidental.
“Another one of your inventions?” Tony questions as he eyes the silicone
encased metal appendages that were currently mimicking the human kneading
technique with interest.
“Yeah, kneading blades and mixers aren’t good at replicating the kind of
softness and airiness we need in the bread. So, I’ve been experimenting with
that kneading machine and trying to get it to the point where I only need add
ingredients. We’re in one of the trial runs right now, so it’s not perfect,
yet,” Peter answers as he double-checks the temperature and humidity on the
proofer.
“This place isn’t bad,” Tony suddenly compliments.
“Uncle Ben spared no expense. This place was his dream,” Peter mutters eyes
suddenly distant.
“Pete! You done putting the dough in the proofer?” Aunt May shouts as she pops
her head into the back. “Yeah. Everything’s done,” Peter replies as he glanced
around to double-check.
“Alright, let’s head home!” Aunt May exclaims, excited to get out of the bakery
before eight. Quickly grabbing their stuff from the office, they head outside.
“Would you like a ride home, Mrs. Parker?” Tony offers with a smile, and as
soon as Aunt May acquiesces, he’s pulling the door open for her. The ride to
the apartment is short, and Tony spends all of it on his tablet. When they
reach the apartment, Aunt May quickly gets out, and Peter follows, hoping that
Tony would be oblivious enough to not notice his missing presence.
“Showing your aunt up, Mr. Parker?” Tony questions just as Peter’s almost out
of the car. “Mrs. Parker, have a good evening,” Tony pleasantly states as he
shoots Peter a warning look.
“And you as well, Mr. Stark,” Aunt May returns just as Peter closes the door.
Backpack strap over one shoulder, Peter follows Aunt May up. “Peter, you don’t
have to show me up. I know the way,” Aunt May chastises.
“I needed to grab some stuff as well to stay over, but are you going to be okay
alone?” Peter questions with concern. “I don’t want to leave you alone if it
means you’ll lock yourself up like our neighbor said you did.”
“I’ll be fine, Peter. I’ll be honest. I don’t like this arrangement going on,
but we don’t have a choice. Just...be careful,” Aunt May pleads with a wan
smile. Nodding, Peter quickly throws some stuff together for his stay at Tony’s
before leaving the apartment after a quick kiss and a long hug.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     Thanks to everyone who left a review! Sorry about the late post. I've
     been working on another story and keep getting sidetracked.
“Trying to pull a fast one on me, Parker?” Tony smirks, purposely not looking
up from his screen when Peter gets back. “Like you’re that easy,” Peter snipes
as he shoves his stuff in. As soon as the door’s closed, the car begins moving
and suddenly there’s a crushing grip on his wrist. A forceful tug sends him
sprawling onto Tony’s lap as his mouth is suddenly devoured. Even as Peter
attempts to break away, he knows it’s futile as Tony keeps his arms clamped
around him. If it wasn’t for the threat of asphyxiation, Peter doesn’t think
Tony would have ever let up. As Peter regains his breath, Tony’s already
working at his neck again while a hand palms at Peter’s erection. Deciding to
test whether, he can give Tony a case of the blue balls, Peter starts, “You do
realize that I still have homework tonight and that I have school tomorrow,
right?”
Peter can sense Tony’s amusement as Tony’s lips come up to claim his once more.
“I haven’t seen you in three days, dollface,” Tony murmurs against the side of
his mouth. “I missed this. You should know that better than anyone from my
track record as well as personal experience,” Tony chuckles as he draws Peter
into another languid kiss.
“You know, even though Rogers gave me to you as a birthday present and to
protect, I don’t think he truly meant for this to last,” Peter attempts though
his response to Tony pressed up against him speaks a different story.
Drawing back, Tony gives him an unimpressed look. “You really know how to kill
a libido.” Then, Tony smirks, and Peter knows this won’t end well. “Alright.
Since you want to play hard to get, I’ll play. Quickie when we get back to the
penthouse, and I’ll leave you undebauched until Friday wherein you become mine
for the rest of the weekend,” Tony bargains.
Peter narrows his eyes. The game was afoot, and he would be damned if he made
it easy for Stark. “Quickie when we get back to the penthouse. You get me for
some of the weekend, however I am not letting you pull me into a sex marathon
for the whole weekend. I have homework! Also, I still have to help Aunt May
with the bakery,” Peter counter bargains.
“Don’t people your age usually get up to no good on the weekends. Take the
weekend off. Besides,” and Tony thoroughly kisses him before continuing, “your
raging hormones will be dying for some this weekend, and I am a far better
companion than your hand.”
Regaining his wits, Peter breathlessly argues, “You can’t do that. Aunt May
needs me for the weekends. That’s when we’re the busiest. Besides, you said so
yourself. Our reviews are off the charts. You can’t expect me to just leave
Aunt May alone to handle the rushes herself!”
“She has staff to help her,” Tony intones, lips thinning. “Besides, what’ll
happen when you go off to college. She has to learn how to manage without you.
Preferably, before you go off to college.”
“I have two more years before that happens. We’ll just work it out before
then,” Peter replies with conviction. Besides, we’re getting off topic. You’re
not getting me for the whole weekend.”
“I can just drag you back to my place,” Tony shoots back.
“You’d have to catch me first,” Peter retaliates.
“I’m pretty sure I can. I’ve done it once before I can do it again,” Tony
smirks while giving the watch on Peter’s wrist a pointed look.
“And have your suits that you want on the DL flying all over Queens in broad
daylight? Okay,” Peter smirks back with one eyebrow raised.
Tony then proceeds to rip the ground he had gained from under his feet. With
frightening efficiency, Peter observes as he finds himself laid out on the
seats. While Tony’s hips starts grinding against his erection, Tony’s mouth
captures his, and his hands are everywhere. Untucking his shirt to get at the
skin underneath, fingers roll and pinch at a nipple while the other hand
chooses to ensconce digits in Peter’s hair. Pulling his head back, he groans
when Tony gains access to his neck. Again.
Thankfully, Tony decides to stay at the lower end of his neck this time, and
occasionally, deviate to the collarbone. Peter is only distantly aware of
fingers releasing his hair, but the sudden lack of grinding makes him whine. As
Peter attempts to regain the lost friction, hands grip his hips and hold him in
place even as Tony continues kissing him. Unexpectedly, Tony twists off Peter
before throwing himself into the opposite seat. Disoriented, Peter looks across
the car to see Tony smirking as he reclines beside Peter’s bags, legs spread,
like he hadn’t just been about to fuck Peter in the car. Apparently, now he’s
the one getting blue balled. How ironic. Huffing, Peter quickly settles himself
on Tony’s lap and resumes their previous activity. Peter can feel Tony’s smirk
as he initiates the kiss and begins grinding against him. As Tony’s hands roam
his body, Peter fists his hands into Tony’s hair and earns an approving sound
at the gentle tug he gives.
“Mr. Stark, we’ve arrived,” and on cue, the car stops. As Peter issues an
irritated groan, he can hear Tony huff with amusement at the fact that Peter
would be the instigator when they’re interrupted. Grabbing his bags, Peter
makes sure to position one of the bags in front of him before stepping out of
the car and heading straight for the elevator. A small part of Peter is
irritated to note that the windows he’d broken are already fixed. Once Peter
reaches the elevator, he glances back behind him to see Tony following at a
much more sedated pace. And yup, Tony’s hair is still disheveled from when
Peter had grabbed it. Nice. And Tony’s driver. Happy was it? He’s just casually
waiting for them to go up and ignoring all the indications that his boss had
been busy feeling up a minor in the backseat. Double nice.
When Tony finally catches up to Peter, who’s waiting in the elevator, the smirk
on his face tells him that the sedated pace had been on purpose. The elevator
ride up is awkwardly quiet as Tony abruptly starts ignoring him. Not even when
the elevator reaches the penthouse does Tony give any indication that Peter’s
beside him anymore. Instead, Tony heads straight to his room and places the
holopad on the desk that Peter’s pretty sure he never works at. “You can set
your things by the wall,” Tony states not turning from the desk. “Also, I had
your clothes cleaned. They’re in the closet if you want to grab them later.”
As soon as Peter sets his bags down, he’s lifted up from behind. When did Tony
get behind him? How can the man even move that silently? Peter contemplates as
he rolls himself across the bed into a standing position after Tony throws him
on it. Taking a guarded position, Peter watches Tony who merely raises an
eyebrow at him.
“Really, you want foreplay...for a quickie?” Tony questions as he takes off his
zippered hoodie. There’s a tank underneath that outlines and does nothing to
hide the glowing arc reactor underneath or the man’s muscles. “We aren’t done
with negotiations yet,” Peter replies.
“And don’t you think I would be more amenable after the quickie because let’s
be honest. You never said no to the quickie, however you had problems with
everything afterwards. So, we have our fun first, and then, once I’m more
amenable, you can convince me to settle for less,” Tony finishes with an
exasperated look.
“Or, after you have your fun, you can just order JARVIS to lock me in the
penthouse,” Peter counters.
“Jesus. Why is everything like going to war with you? You have my word. I won’t
tell JARVIS to lock you in the penthouse. Happy?” Tony exclaims.
“Take off your tank,” Peter orders and watches as Tony rolls his eyes before
conceding to the request. As soon as Tony’s face is in the clear, Peter flys at
him. “For future reference, this is both,” Peter answers between desperate
kisses. “Well, you’re overdressed for both occasions, dear,” Tony shoots back
as he lifts Peter’s legs to his waist. When Peter begins to fumble with the
buttons, Tony obligingly wrapps a hand around his waist. However, halfway
through, Tony grows impatient and proceeds to rip through the rest of the
buttons.
“Hey, that was a good button up!” Peter protests between breaths of air as Tony
sets him against the headboard and shucks the button up off.
“I’ll buy you more,” Tony promises, probably to shut him up. With great
urgency, shoes and socks are kicked off before the last bit of clothes follows.
Preparations are hastily done, and they both come too soon to be truly
satisfied. The second round’s more languid with slow kisses and him riding Tony
as Tony slides his hands along the planes of his body. Once that's done, he
rolls off of Tony and lays beside him as they both catch their breaths.
Deciding to just lay there through his post-sex haze, Peter suddenly feels Tony
shuffle around on the bed. Opening his eyes, Peter’s startled to find Tony
crouching above him.
“The first one was a quickie, but there was no talk of the second round,” Peter
states. “You didn’t keep your word.”
“We weren’t done with negotiations, and I didn’t see you complaining. Final
offer. You work at your aunt’s until 5:30, and on Sunday because you’re off on
Sundays, I get you at 2:00. Also, the no sex during the weekdays is off the
table,” Tony offers with a smirk.
“Fine, but we are not having a sex marathon. I have homework, and I want a full
tour of your lab. Also, I want to be there when you work in it,” Peter
counteroffers while Tony’s lips thinned in response.
“And let you get your hands on tech that could cause a lot of problems for me
during our indefinite time together? I don’t think so,” Tony scoffs.
“You already allowed me in there once. Besides, JARVIS can supervise me if
you’re so worried about me being up to something,” Peter parries.
Irritation bleeds into Tony’s countenance. “JARVIS isn’t a babysitter. No full
tour, but you can go into the lab and ONLY if I’m there as well,” Tony agrees.
“Then, we have a deal,” Peter replies, and Tony’s kissing him again. His hands
once again roaming Peter’s body. Stroking his hips before giving Peter’s cock a
fondle as it twitched in interest.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry about the late update. I'm back in college, and I might be a
     bit busy. So, my updates are probably going to vary a bit.
He might have missed Peter these past three days. He hates admitting it, but
the worst thing is knowing that the boy has him by the balls, and Peter knows
it, too. Good thing it also works the other way around. Tony smirks as he pulls
away from Peter, and he follows. “Wait, wait, wait. Didn’t you say you have
homework,” Tony inquires even though he was the one who had stirred him into a
frenzy. Of course, ignoring his own boner in the process as well.
“Nothing that’s due tomorrow,” Peter replies as he fists his hands into Tony’s
hair and continues kissing him.
“Then, why did you say you had homework?” Tony purposely continues his
interrogation just to be infuriating. Drawing back, Peter nails him with an
unimpressed look as he straddles Tony. “I’m gonna take a shower,” the little
shit states and attempts to get off of him. Attempts being the key word because
Tony flips the little shit onto his back. Surging forward, lips and teeth
clashes as Peter’s wrists are gripped with bruising force. “Not before I’m done
with you,” Tony practically growls out before sucking a mark onto Peter’s neck.
Let the little cocktease figure out how to hide that. The little shit deserves
it after attempting to pull a stunt like that.
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When they finally get out of the shower, because why wouldn’t they conserve
water by showering together, Tony smugly notes the fresh marks that now
decorate Peter’s neck.
“Want something to eat?” Tony inquires as he strolls buck naked into his walk-
in while Peter grumbles about the new decorations.
“Sure,” Peter answers, and Tony watches as he moves his bag onto the bed.
Bending down to root around the bag, he watches as the moon highlights the
bruises on Peter’s waist. He’s still standing there when Peter turns around.
“Aren’t you going to put some clothes on?” Peter questions, apparently four
rounds are enough for those teenage hormones though Tony gleefully notes the
slight blush that dusts his cheeks.
“I got distracted,” Tony plainly states before resuming his previous activity.
Tony can hear Peter scoff and roll his eyes at the statement.
“JARVIS, bring up the menus,” Tony orders as he adjusts his henley. Walking
out, Tony watches as Peter pores over the different menus on the window.
“Chinese?” Peter suggests. “I’m game,” Tony replies.
“Then, I want beef broccoli, general tso’s chicken, beef fried rice, and an
order of those skewered chickens,” Peter rattles while giving him provoking
glance.
“Go ahead, sweetheart. Order the whole menu,” Tony answers while moving into
Peter’s personal space. “Cause we both know that it is going to take a lot more
than that to break my bank,” Tony murmurs against Peter’s lips. Drawing Peter
into another languid kiss, Tony’s about to direct this into their fifth round
when JARVIS interrupts.
“I am in the process of placing the order with your preferred store. What would
you like, sir?” JARVIS abruptly inquires. Goddammit! He should give JARVIS
lessons on places and times including not cockblocking your creator.
“I’ll have the mushu pork,” Tony grits out.
Leaning in, Tony is about to go in for another kiss when he stopped short.
Suddenly, laughter fills the room as Peter shakes with amusement. Mildly
irritated, but also suppressing a smile, Tony decides to bite, “What’s so
funny?”
“The look on your face when JARVIS cockblocked you,” Peter manages to choke out
between bouts of laughter and gasps of air. “Oh, I wish I had a camera,” Peter
continues as his legs gave out causing him to slid down Tony’s body and resort
to hugging Tony’s leg to keep himself partly upright.
“Oh, wait. You do! JARVIS, play that back,” Peter orders.
“JARVIS, don’t play that back,” Tony grits out. “It’s not that funny.”
“Yeah, it is,” Peter counters as he presses his face into Tony’s pant leg in an
attempt to stifle his laughter which only seems to make it worse.
“Alright, enough. The mood is eighteen feet under, and we are going to wait for
Chinese in the living area,” Tony proclaims as he guides a laughing Peter out
of the room. When they reach the couch, Tony dumps the giggling boy on one side
of the couch before grabbing the remote and taking a seat on the other. Tony
flips the channels until he finds something mildly acceptable and proceeds to
ignore Peter. If he can just ignore the occasional fits of snickering from
beside him, Tony’s slowly reassembling dignity might return before tomorrow.
When the food finally arrives, Tony realizes he may have underestimated Peter.
Watching him demolish the beef broccoli and fried rice, he contemplates asking
the boy if he would like to order more before stealing a chicken skewer.
“Where do you put all that?” Tony decides to finally voices.
Looking up, Peter smirks before answering, “I have a naturally high metabolism
and working at the bakery burns calories like water. Believe it or not, there
was a time when I ate even more than this.”
At Tony’s disbelieving look, Peter continues, “When I first started parkouring,
MJ and I ate like horses. We could eat what I just ordered and still need more.
Well, more for me and less for MJ because her metabolism isn’t as fast as mine,
but I still wouldn’t go up against her in an eating contest.”
“So, what? You two would pair up and climb walls like a pair of spiders. Be
careful she doesn’t eat you,” Tony says with a bit more venom than necessary.
“MJ’s lesbo, and apparently since I’m unavailable now, MJ will be happy that
she doesn’t have any competition for LIz’s affection who although bi swings
more towards MJ than me,” Peter clarifies with an exasperated look that he
should not be able to convey as well as it does. “Anyway, I’m the bigger wall
climber of the two. MJ prefers jumping from place to place like a cat not a
spider. Besides, just because I have friends that are girls doesn’t mean I’m
dating or sleeping with them. That is so 20th Century.”
If Tony wasn’t who he was, he’d probably hang his head and attempt some sort of
apology while feeling ashamed of being jealous over nothing. However, Tony
isn’t just anybody, and the marks on Peter’s neck, though hidden, are still
his. Grabbing a piece of general tso’s, Tony eats it before starting. “I don’t
like sharing my things with others.”
“I’m not a thing, and technically, I fall more under the category of recurring
one-night stand since the only big relationships you’ve ever had are with
Pepper Potts and your work,” Peter corrects. That stung slightly, but he isn’t
completely wrong.
“I don’t let one-night stands into my lab, and you should know from the way
Steve talked that you are fast becoming my third. Faster than even, I myself,
like. This,” Tony gestures between them,” between us is a lot more complicated
than me simply acting as your bodyguard/recurring one-night stand.”
“Complicated? Rogers basically wants me to play your boy toy because it’s
convenient and it makes up the whole package of what he needs you to do.
Besides,” Peter says even as he crawls into Tony’s personal space, “I’ve seen
enough tv shows to know how this is going to end.”
“Let me worry about that,” Tony reassures as he draws Peter into a slow and
gentle kiss. “Besides, if you want, I can take you on as a protege. I can give
you an official internship with time in the lab with me and scholarship money
and new equipment. The whole nine yards.”
Peter sighs “Now, you’re starting to sound like my sugar daddy.”
“You can’t be a sugar baby unless you didn’t earn it. Peter, you are more than
qualified for everything I would give you. This isn’t a handout or me hiring a
secretary just to have kinky office sex. We will get work done when I set this
up. Though to be completely honest, we might get sidetracked sometimes, but our
productivity will not be hampered.”
Huffing a laugh, Peter relents. “I’ll think about it.”
“No, you should sleep on it because it is way past your bedtime,” Tony counters
and herds Peter back towards his bedroom. Things would work out. Tony would
make sure they would.
                      -----------------------------------
“Sir, Mrs. Potts is here to see you. Also, I would advise Mr. Parker to awaken
now so he can beat current traffic conditions and arrive at school on time,”
JARVIS announces. Groaning, Tony slowly sits up before leaning over Peter.
“Sweetheart, I don’t understand how you get to school on time with how you are
right now,” Tony questions.
“Where’s my phone?” Peter manages to groan out as JARVIS lightens the window
panel to let light in. “I usually use my phone.”
“You’re phone is in the living area and has been going off in intervals since
6:00 AM. It is currently 6:15,” JARVIS answers.
“Well, that explains it,” Tony declares. “Alright, dollface,” Tony says as he
leans in to give the pliant Peter a kiss on the neck, “I’m gonna go freshen up.
I’ll call you when I’m done.”
“JARVIS, in your calculations did you add in the time required to get ready,”
Tony inquires.
“Yes, sir. I made the assumption that you would go first since you need the
extra time before your meeting at eight.”
“Good,” Tony says as he gets into the shower. Upon walking out of the bathroom,
a small part of Tony is exasperated to see that Peter’s still passed out on the
bed. The rest of him doesn’t know whether to be grateful or call Peter foolish
for seemingly trusting Tony as much as he seems to. Crawling back onto the bed
with only a towel, Tony decides to have some fun.
“Peter,” Tony whispered as he noses along Peter’s throat. “Peter.” Tony grins
at the answering groan that morphs into a whine at being disturbed. “You know
I’m not usually one for morning nookies, but I can make an exception for you.”
With that, Tony proceeds to slide down and give Peter a blowjob.
As soon as his mouth ensconces Peter, Peter shoots up with a yelp and looks
down at him with rapidly dilating pupils. Considering it’s morning, it doesn’t
take long to push him over the edge and as soon as he’s done milking Peter, he
moves up for a kiss with a smug grin.
“Do you have to do that so early in the morning? Also, where are your clothes?
Why are you only in a towel?” Peter breathily exclaims even though he’d been
very receptive to the kiss.
“First off, I didn’t hear you complaining. Second, I just got out of the
shower. Nobody showers with their clothes on unless they’re going to have
shower sex and can’t wait. Also, I came to wake you up because the bathroom is
free, and you need to get ready for school,” Tony lists matter-of-factly as he
walks toward his closet. Tony hears a sigh behind him before quiet footsteps
start making their way towards the bathroom. Willing his boner down, Tony
decides to go for a light blue suit with a matching darker-shade-of-blue-tie
and make his way to the kitchen island where Pepper is bound to be waiting.
“Good morning, Pepper,” Tony states as soon as he spots her. “Why the early
visit?”
“I came over to prepare you for your meeting at eight and to show your plus one
out,” Pepper answers while putting cream cheese on a bagel.
“Happy is going to take care of my plus one. Also, his name is Peter. Now, what
is so special about this meeting that you need to show up so early for it,”
Tony question as he helps himself to some bacon and orange juice from the
bountiful spread in front of him. When no answer is forthcoming, Tony glances
up to see Pepper has a blank look about her. “What?”
“You never remember the names of your conquests,” Pepper answers.
“He’s not a conquest. Steve gave him to me to protect,” Tony corrects slightly
offended while omitting part of the story. Then, Peter walks out of the
bedroom. Catching sight of Pepper, he slows for a minute before Tony’s
beckoning brings him to the island for breakfast.
“Eat,” Tony orders, and Peter ducks his head down, seemingly grateful to have
something to do. Good thing Peter had decided to hike his hoodie up over his
neck, or Pepper would’ve seen his hickies. Pepper shoots him a murderous glare
over Peter’s head before finally answering Tony’s original question.
“I am here to go over your domestic ventures such as your recent decision to
help California out with their drought problem as well as your decision to
replace current garbage disposal methods with a far more efficient and cleaner
method.”
“I thought I’d already drawn up the plan and hashed everything out in
California,” Tony frowns.
“You did, but they want to make sure everything’s flawless. They really don’t
want their water going stale again,” Pepper explains through gritted teeth
while keeping an eye on Peter.
“When’s Happy going to be here, Mr. Stark?” Peter interrupts.
“He’s downstairs,” Tony answers. “The water isn’t going to go stale. I designed
the system. If nobody fucks with my system, there will be no problems. Tell
them that.”
“I’m just gonna go,” Peter cuts in before quickly fleeing the scene. “Goodbye,
Mr. Parker. Have a good day,” Pepper calls after him. As soon as they hear the
telltale sound of the elevator closing, Pepper whirls on him eyes spitting
fire. “What. The fuck. Was that.” Pepper enunciates.
“Christ, Tony! Is that kid even legal! Why couldn’t you stick to girls half
your age!” Pepper snaps out.
“He’s a gift from Steve,” Tony feebly explains. “I don’t care if he’s a gift
from fucking god!” Pepper exclaims. “Do you know what the press will do if they
get ahold of him! What it will do to the company!” Rounding on Pepper,
expression ablaze with fury, Tony states with conviction, “They won’t get ahold
of him. I won’t let them. If they dare insinuate anything, we will sue the hell
out of them for defamation. He’s going to be an intern here. I’m just setting
things up.”
With that, Tony starts walking towards the elevator. Pepper doesn’t look at him
for the rest of the day.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry about the long wait, but I do actually want to get this out
     before Infinity War. I did edit this somewhat, but there's probably
     still some mistakes that I didn't catch. Also, it's a miracle!
     They've fixed the formatting for posting the chapters! For those of
     you who aren't aware or didn't get this problem, for some reason. The
     paragraph break thingies wouldn't show up when they were suppose to.
     Don't know why, but now it's fixed. Yay!
Peter feels somewhat bad for leaving Tony high and dry, but the tension between
Tony and Mrs. Potts had been thick. Furthermore, he knows that the tension is
there because of him, and it doesn’t help that the ex and current flame were in
the same room. Not to mention, said current flame, him, is clearly underaged
and male. That combination is just asking for drama. Lost in thought, Peter
doesn’t notice their arrival at Midtown until Happy tells him to get out.
Walking into the school, Peter groans as MJ’s eyes immediately zeros in on the
hickey.
“See your SO again, Peter,” she teases. “By the way, you never mentioned a
gender. Also, nice watch. That from the SO.” Glancing down, Peter is startled
to realize that for the past few days he had been unconsciously hidden the
watch by wearing long sleeves that hid his wrists or made sure no one was
watching when he took off the watch for Chem lab. Deciding to keep to his
story, Peter answered. “Yeah, male, and yeah. How are things going with Liz?”
Raising her eyebrows at the blatant attempt to change the subject, Michelle
replies. “Well, now that you’re out of the competition, not that you were any
in the first place, I’m just going to let what happens happen. But, back to
your male acquaintance. What’s the name?”
“Robert,” Peter lies.
“Sound like a fuckboy,” Michelle observes.
“He is handsome,” Peter admits.
“So, a handsome fuckboy? Don’t those run a dime a dozen in college. Wait, how
old is he.”
“He’s 20,” Peter lies again and continues the walk towards his first period
while hoping he isn’t giving away too many tells. After all, he’s not the best
of liars.
“Wow, cutting it a bit close aren’t you, Parker?” Michelle remarks.
“Yo! Penis! Parker!” Flash suddenly interrupts the conversation. The first and
only time Peter is ever going to be grateful for it as it stops the
uncomfortable line of questioning.
“Hey, Flash! Nobody likes a dick unless you have the package, and even then,
with you, there would have to be some serious booze involved,” Michelle fires
back as she throws him a casual middle finger. “I’ll give you a rest on your
fuckboy woos. See you later, Parker. Also, Homecoming is next week.”
Peter sighs as he walks into first period. Great. That’s just one more thing he
needs to add to his list. The rest of the day is shaping up to be a disaster.
As it turns out, school isn’t a total disaster. In Chem lecture, they hold a
brief discussion about Oscorp’s plan to mutate a few organisms, and how these
mutation would affect or change the planet should they be released or escape.
The end result had split the class into two sides: those that thought they
should try it because the results could lead to the betterment of humanity and
those that don’t because there’s no guarantee that the resultants could be
fully controlled or contained. Peter personally considers both sides too
radical and prefers a compromise between the two. Chem lab is interesting in
that Flash’s experiment goes up in flames because he forgets to double check
his units.
As soon as school lets out, Peter heads towards the bakery. Crossing the
street, Peter isn’t surprised to see the constant stream of customers going in
and out of the bakery.
“Hey, Aunt May!” Peter greets as he leaps over the counter and set his stuff
down before putting on his apron.
“Hey, Peter! Could you head back and get me another pan of strawberry
croissants? We’re almost out,” Aunt May calls out.
“Yeah,” Peter responds before rushing off to grab a tray. Between the customers
and starting on the new batches of bread for tomorrow, Peter and Aunt May don’t
really interact. It isn’t until around four that things finally start to slow
down.
“A dozen apple strudels, 6 cappuccino muffins, and 6 cinnamon rolls,” a voice
suddenly lists
“That will be 43.72,” Peter trails off as he looks up and realizes who it is.
“Hey, kid. We need to talk,” Clint greets.
“About what?” Peter queries tensing as he knows the guy is one of Steve’s men.
“A possible problem. There have been people asking about someone fitting your
description. Nothing too deep. Just shallow inquires, but keep your head down.
They’re probably the ones selling the weapons,” Clint softly reveals as Peter
boxs his order.
“Shouldn’t you be telling this to Stark?” Peter inquires.
“That’s your job, Peter. I’m just here to deliver a message. Stay safe,” Clint
answers and hands him a fifty dollar bill before walking out with his order.
Leaning onto the counter, Peter exhales before pillowing his head on his arms
as he contemplates when his life had become so complicated. After a minute,
Peter shakes himself out of his musings, deciding to head towards the back to
help the others. At five sharp, the doors are quickly locked and everyone
scrambles to add the finishing touches to tomorrow’s batch. Apparently, Peter’s
kneading machine is meeting the criteria and Aunt May can now more confidently
focus on redistributing work during store hours so that they won’t have to stay
so long after hours.
Hardening his resolve, Peter decides now is a good time as any to tell Aunt May
about the deal he struck with Tony.
“Aunt May,” Peter calls out as she begins to cash out the register. “I need to
leave early on Friday and Saturday, and I have to meet with Mr. Stark at 2:00
pm on Sunday to work with him.”
Peter watches as Aunt May falters in her movements before continuing. “I don’t
like this, Peter. Why would he want to spend more time with you than necessary?
I mean, you go home with him most nights. Can’t I at least have you during the
day?”
“I know, Aunt May, but he promised Steve he would look after me. And, this is
only temporary anyway. Just until they figure out who the people that robbed
the atms are. Besides, Mr. Stark wants me to apply as an intern at his company.
He said he’s going to use this time as an opportunity to see if I qualify for
the position,” Peter half-lies and half-defends and isn’t that a weird position
for someone in his shoes.
“Well, I guess I should tell you to make the most of it, but just be careful,
Peter. If Tony Stark has stayed in touch with Steve Rogers after all these
years, then there is a reason for that. Even though you may admire the man,
he’s probably not as good as you think if he still stays in touch with people
like Steve,” Aunt May warns.
“May. The man sells weapons for a living. I don’t think that anyone that sells
weapons for a living can exactly be considered a good guy. Besides, like I
said, this is only temporary. For all I know, Mr. Stark might not even choose
me,” Peter reassures before ending the conversation
At 5:30, Peter suddenly hears someone rapping on their door. Heading out front,
Peter sees Stark at the door again. “Change in scenery?”
“Where’s your phone? I’ve been out here for like five minutes,” Tony
interrogates with an edge to his voice.
Blinking, Peter hands Tony the store keys before looking around for his phone.
Finding it under the cash register, Peter unlocks it and realizes that Tony had
left a message. “We were trying to get out of here as fast as we could. Didn’t
really have time to check my phone.”
“I hope that means that we’ll be getting out of here earlier than last time,”
Tony remarks as he hands the keys back after locking the door.
“We’re working on it,” Peter answers, eyes narrowing. Tony only hums in
response. Apparently, he isn’t the only one who’s a bit testy today. They
manage to get out at 7:20 which is an improvement. Tony once again ignores them
for his holopad while Happy drops off Aunt May.
A part of Peter’s grateful that Tony isn’t focused on him as it allows him to
focus on his own thoughts. However, another part of him wants Tony to distract
him as anything is better than his overactive brain running scenarios of his
aunt being found while he is safe in Stark’s penthouse. He worries his lip as
he thinks of those kind of people finding out about him being there that night
and finding his home. He worries they would eventually find out about Uncle
Ben’s shop and put everyone that works at the shop in danger. He worries about
them finding out about his friends and using them as leverage to get to him.
“...ter.” He knows he’s safe, but nobody has given much thought to everyone
else.
“Pe…” Sure, Steve and Tony had said it was a big jump from robbing atms to
kidnapping, but those guys certainly had the tech.
“Peter.” And, how’s he suppose to protect those close to him if he’s locked
away in a tower. Who is he, Rapunzel?
“Peter.” Peter snaps up and looks at Tony as the man calls his name. “Yeah?”
“I’ve been trying to get your attention. Everything, okay?” Tony inquires,
eyebrows furrowed.
“No, I mean, yeah. Everything’s fine. I was just lost in thought. I have a
verbal test in Spanish that I need to prepare for, and I have Homecoming next
week. Which speaking of Homecoming, I’m going to need to change up the schedule
next week because I’m staying at home on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday,” Peter
quickly answered.
“No deal,” Tony immediately refuses and sets aside the holopad.
“What do you mean no deal? It’s Homecoming! I have no clue how late I’m going
to be. Also, Sunday I’m definitely going to meet up with my friends.”
“You spend most of your time in three places, four places now that I'm in the
mix. Your uncle’s bakery, school, home, and now, my home. If you don't spend
some time here, what would be the point in our arrangement. Besides, I like you
pliant in my bed in the morning, and if I can wake you up before you meet up
with your friends, that's even better,” Tony states while he pulled Peter onto
his lap. “Also, after your little dance, It’ll be safer if I sent a driver to
pick you up.”
“I don't have those kind of friends. We aren't going to get drunk or anything.
We’re probably going to go to one of our places after Homecoming and pass out
binging on Netflix,” Peter argues as Tony starts nibbling at his neck.
Sharp nips convey Tony’s displeasure before he presents his ultimatum.
“Fine. However, in return, I want a say in what your suit will be, and no
matter how late it is Saturday, come back to me and you’re free to do your
thing on Sunday.”
To Peter’s surprise, Tony then slides him off his lap to sit beside him.
“Thai?”
“Larb chicken,” Peter answers.
“JARVIS, beef pad see-ew for me and tell Happy to head for the usual place,”
Tony orders as he turns his attention back to his holopad.
With Tony suddenly busy again, Peter stares out the window while his mind works
over the information Clint gave him. On one hand, Peter wants to tell Tony.
However, on the other hand, Peter also knows Tony would use it as an excuse to
keep him close for longer periods of time. Peter might be young and naive at
times, but he knows the kind of looks Tony gives at him are. It’s a mix of
attraction, lust, and fascination tempered by the knowledge that he has the
means to find Peter no matter where he hides. When Peter’s with Tony, Tony
demands his full attention, and he has it. He’s seen the truth in Tony’s eyes
when he said he would isolate Peter from the world. The man had been serious,
and though Tony himself might not see it, Peter knows the man’s trying to find
ways to entrench them together. The offered internship is a prime example. Tony
wants him to succeed, but he wants to be there by Peter every step of the way.
Tony wants him. Not just his brain.
Peter’s flattered. He really is, but this relationship that they had. It isn’t
built to last, and Peter fears that when the heat fizzles out, all that will be
left is ashes. Peter’s ashes. Not Tony’s.
Distantly, Peter takes note of the car stopping. However, it isn’t until he
hears the car door open that he realizes they’re back at the tower. Stepping
out of the car, Peter watch as Happy hand Tony their takeout before heading out
for the night. Peter wordlessly follows Tony into Stark Tower, and it isn’t
until halfway through dinner that a word was spoken.
“Pennies for your thoughts?” Tony suddenly verbalizes, startling Peter from his
state of disinterest.
“Yeah,” Peter admits as he plays with his chopsticks.
“Care to share?”
“Not really,” Peter answers. Abruptly, the chopsticks are pulled out of his
hands, and Tony pulls him into his lap to deliver a searing kiss.
“Good, I’m glad I’m not the only one who doesn’t want a heart to heart,” Tony
murmurs against his skin as his hands zeros on all his sensitive places.
Helpless, Peter can only tilt his head back and give in to the rush of
sensations. Lips and teeth meet as they continually share opened-mouth kisses
and hands starts working at each others clothing.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Tony suddenly interrupt just as Peter’s hands undo his
belt. “Have you finished your homework.”
“Are you kidding me? Right now? You’re asking that question right now?” Peter
questions in disbelief.
“It’s a valid question,” Tony states with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes
that tells Peter he’s doing this to be irritating.
“You know. I actually do have homework that I should get started on. Thanks for
reminding,” Peter retaliates as he pushes Tony off of him. “I’m gonna go do
that.”
With that, Peter disregards the fact he’s half-naked and reaches for the book
bag behind the couch. A growl is his only warning before he suddenly finds
himself being pinned to couch. Punishing nips make him groan as his hard-on is
suddenly back at the forefront of his mind.
“That was a dick move. I know. How about you let me make it up to you in the
shower?” Tony suggests into his neck.
“That sounds like a start,” Peter answers as he throws a suggestive look at the
older man. A sense of thrill goes down his spine when Tony’s eyes dilate in
response.
As soon as they clear the couches, they’re inseparable. The last of their
clothes are lost in the hallway, and Peter would have foregone preparations
once they reached the showers had Tony not insisted on it. For the moment,
Peter can forget about everything. Clint’s warning. Lying to his friends. Using
Uncle Ben’s shop to cover for Tony and Steve. Keeping his Aunt in the dark. As
Peter drowns in his orgasm, his mind is blessedly blank.
Later, as they lay in bed after their shower in a post-coitus haze, Peter feels
almost content as Tony gently nibbles at his neck.
“I’ll let you keep your secrets for now,” Tony states as moves to look Peter in
the eyes. “However, if this secret comes back to bite us, or I find out your
hiding vital information from me, I will bug you.”
“You’re assuming I wouldn’t find it,” Peter challenges.
“Oh, I know you won’t find it, dollface. I mean look at who you’re talking to,”
Tony assures with a smirk, and suddenly, Peter hypersensitized to the fact that
they’re both naked underneath the covers.
Tony leans in and draws Peter into a slow and languid kiss that Peter finds
himself relaxing to. They withdraw for a breath before continuing, and Peter
feels the smile on Tony’s lips. Not smirk. Smile. As if, this moment, this
attraction, is more than what it is. Peter isn't too embarrassed to admit he’s
always found Tony Stark attractive, physically as well as mentally and being
subjected to the man’s whims and sexual prowess does nothing to diminish that.
If anything, it only seems to make the attraction worst, and a part of Peter
worries about how this will all end.
“Shhh, shhhh, shhhh. I can hear the cogs in your head turning, sweetheart.
Don’t. Stop. Whatever it is your thinking, stop. Here and now. This is
reality,” Tony tenderly whispers as he brushes his lips along Peter’s face.
“Don’t worry about tomorrow. Don’t worry about everything outside of that
window. Right now. It’s just you and me, honey.”
Something in Peter caves, and he heeds the sweet nothings. Peter knows that
this moment will forever be ingrained in his memories. With that thought, he
initiates their next kiss.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
     So, the original plan was to post this a few days ago, but life got
     in the way. So, here is the new chapter. Also, I just realized I
     currently have two fics I'm writing and 5-6 concepts that are
     currently on my ideas page. I have no clue how I'm going to finish
     this. Lastly, for those of you who follow me or have seen me on
     tumblr, you may have seen some of my little excerpts. And the thing
     is, I have the demon Peter fanfic done. So, my question is, do you
     want me to post it before A Debt Owed ends or after?
The next morning, Tony wakes him up with a morning nookie before sending him
off. Arriving at school, Peter watches as multiple students flit from locker to
locker inquiring about each others’ Homecoming ideas. Apparently, the week
before Homecoming is driving everyone into panic mode.
“Hey, Parker,” Michelle greets as she sidles up beside him. “Got a suit for
Homecoming?”
Peter’s blinks at MJ as he remembers he doesn’t. “I forgot.”
“Dude! How can you forget? The banners have been up announcing Homecoming for
months. If I would’ve known, I could’ve taken you tux shopping with me!” Ned
exclaims appearing at his elbow.
“Parker was busy with the ‘internship’. Isn’t that right, Parker?” Michelle
answers as she gives him a knowing look that isn't completely off mark.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that because my mom spazzed out when she realized I
was going to Homecoming. How’s the internship, Pete?” Ned questions with
practically stars in his eyes.
“Mr. Stark and I are still hashing things out, and I’ve been so busy we haven’t
really set up a time to discuss it,” Peter deflects.
“It’s Tony Stark! How do you not make time for him?” Ned exclaims.
“The bakery,’ Peter responds. Immediately, a sheepish expression crosses Ned’s
face.
“I forgot how busy the bakery can get. Sorry.”
“It’s fine. Anyway, I’ll just get a tux from one of the local stores,” Peter
dismisses and heads for his first period. For the rest of the day, Peter is
unfocused and distracted. The thoughts are back. Clint’s warning, all the lies,
Tony, and now, Homecoming. The biggest dance of the year.
As Peter picks at his lunch, Ned rambles on beside him, and Michelle buried
herself in her book. While Ned’s rambling usually draws him into conversation,
today, Peter finds that it all seems to blend into white noise. It isn’t until
someone approaches their table that Peter tunes back in.
“Hey, guys,” Liz greets.
“Hey, Liz,” he and Ned greet back.
“Sup’, Liz,” Michelle acknowledges.
“How’ve you been, Liz? I see you busy all the time making the preparations for
Homecoming,” Peter queries.
“I’ve been so busy, but Homecoming is going to be perfect. We’re actually
putting the finishing touches on it. Have you all gotten your formal wear?” Liz
inquires.
“I’m sure everything will work out great,” Michelle compliments. “Pete’s the
only one that hasn’t gone shopping yet.”
Peter half-glares at MJ as Liz shifts her focus to him.
“Peter, if you don’t get a tux soon, every store is going be sold out or
ridiculously expensive. You need to get on that pronto,” Liz reprimands. “Also,
I wanted to ask you guys for a favor.”
“Sure, what’s up,” Ned pipes.
“Well, I don’t really want to take a date to Homecoming. So, I was wondering if
you all would want to carpool with me there. My dad’s gonna drive, but I would
really appreciate it,” Liz explains.
“Yeah.”
“Sure.”
“I’m down.” The three of them agree.
“Okay, well great. You all know where I live, but I’ll send you my address to
make sure. Also, my dad can drive any of you home if you all need a ride
afterwards. So, the ride back is also covered if you want it,” Liz assures
before passing around her phone so that they could input their numbers. “I’ll
see you guys later.”
“So, if Liz doesn’t do it, I call shotgun,” Ned quickly claims.
“I’m a girl, so since it’s Homecoming, I go first. Window seat,” Michelle
immediately follows. “Sucks to be you, Parker. I guess you get the middle.”
“Thanks, guys. You two are great friends,” Peter jokingly sasses. “Anyway, I
still need to find a suit. So, I’m probably going to do it Sunday.”
After lunch, they part ways for the rest of the day. While Ned and MJ head
home, Peter wastes no time heading to the bakery, determined to get as much
done as possible before 5:30 pm rolls around. He also needs to tell Aunt May
that they need to go suit shopping for Homecoming. He vaguely remembers
mentioning it in passing to Aunt May once, but she’s probably already forgotten
just like him.
As soon as Peter reaches the bakery, he’s slipping behind the counter and ready
for work. Glancing at the display cases, Peter checks that everything’s stocked
before heading to the back to start early on sidework. Upon reaching the back,
Peter sees that Aunt May apparently had the same idea and hastens to help her.
“Hey, Aunt May,” Peter greets as he adds raisin and cinnamon to a batch of
dough currently being worked on by his machine. “I haven’t really had the time
to try the bread made by our new kneader. How is it?”
“Oh! The kneader is doing wonderful. The kids on Long Island say they can’t
tell the difference nor can the other suppliers. Your inventions is going to go
a long ways on cutting down our after hours work,” Aunt May gushes.
“That’s great! Also, Aunt May I was wondering if we could go suit shopping on
Sunday? I need a suit for Homecoming which is coming up next week,” Peter adds.
Turning to Aunt May, he watches as something akin to horror rises on her face.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? If you had told me, we could have gone shopping
weeks ago! I’ll have to ask around and see if anyone still has any suits left.
Peter, you do realize Homecoming is around the same time for everybody, right?
Oh, what am I going to do?” Aunt May fretts.
“May! It’ll be fine. We’ll find a suit, and if we don’t, we’ll worry about that
when we get there. For right now, let’s just focus on this,” Peter soothes as
he stops the kneader to switch doughs though a part of him knows that Aunt May
has a point. Turning from Aunt May, he continues to work while thinking of a
way to break it to her that Tony is going to go with them.
He’s just restocked the Almond Cappuccino muffins when he hears Tony’s voice.
“Starting today, Stark Industries will begin focusing on more domestic
ventures. Instead of focusing on just weapons, we will be investing in
America’s crumbling infrastructure. At the moment, we’ve already begun working
on a solution to make New York’s trash collection cleaner as well as more
efficient, and currently, we are working on ways to repair bridges all across
America by using safer designs that will cut down on the cost of materials as
well as provide the bridges with longer lifespans.”
“Mr. Stark, Stark Industries is already the biggest brand name in weapon
designs. Do you plan on monopolizing contracts for domestic ventures as well? A
colleague of mine in California recently told me about your recent investment
in their water conservation system. What do you have to say about that?” a
reported challenges.
“No, I do not plan on monopolizing anything nor have I ever. However, people
have seen my work and have found it better than those of my competitors, and if
they decide to choose my designs over others, I can’t control that. It’s the
same thing with California’s government. They found my design more viable than
all others they were offered. So, in the spirit of doing what was best for all
Californians, they chose my design. Nothing more, nothing less. Next question,”
Tony fires back, unimpressed by the attempt to drag his name through the mud
“Mr. Stark, recently, there has been a number of high-tech weaponry terrorizing
the streets of New York. Are the designs of the weapons yours and have you
decided to expand your ventures of selling weapons a bit closer to home?”
another reporter fires.
“First off, I resent the implication that I am the cause of this. I have no
clue where these weapons are coming from nor of their design. However, I would
be happy to work with the authorities to get these weapons off the streets and
make New York safer,” Tony answers while scowling slightly.
Whatever else Tony says afterwards, Peter tunes out. After the reporter had
asked her question, he realizes that the power core resting under his bed could
in fact be Stark’s design. He doesn’t know whether or not Stark is telling the
truth about selling the weapons, but considering his connections to Steve, what
if it had really been a case of Tony selling to Steve and Steve selling to the
wrong person. They could have found him through the CCTV but made up a bullshit
story to lower his guard. At the same time though, if Steve had really wanted
to keep this fuck up from getting out, why go through the trouble of giving him
to Tony when he could have just trashed his room in search of the power core.
Why would Tony house him if they were the ones selling the weapons when they
could easily kill him without anyone being the wiser? The theory doesn’t add
up, and Peter resolves to interrogate Tony in a roundabout way. For now, he has
work.
                           ________________________
When Tony arrives, he informs Peter via text in lieu of getting out of the car.
Focusing on the holopad, Tony tweaks the designs for one of the bridges before
turning his attention to Peter. Peter, who is off in his thoughts again. He
wonders what’s bugging him so bad that it has his mind wandering for the last
two days.
Tony frowns as his thoughts turn to his own problems. Pepper has been curt with
him ever since she discovered Peter, and he hasn't gotten a chance to talk to
her yet. He needs to rectify that at the next opportunity. Pep would
understand. She has to.
Next, he also needs to worry about the weapons terrorizing New York. Those
crooks are getting bolder. Sure, those guys haven’t done any robbing since the
atm, but there are tiny incidents that give their movements away. Small things.
A flash of blue lights here or a burnt out patch of ground in a secluded area.
If JARVIS hadn’t been placed on NYPD incident report filter duty, nobody would
probably be the wiser, but from the patterns, he can tell something is going
on.
“I saw your press conference today.” Peter startles him out of his thoughts.
“The weapons those guys used in the robbery. Are they Stark Te-”
“They're not,” he cuts off before Peter can even finish the sentence. The
thought that Peter would think he would sell those weapons irritates him. It
also hurts, but Tony Stark is always good at denial. So instead, he skips to
anger.
“I would never sell those kind of weapons to those kind of people,” Tony
hisses, eyes blazing.
Peter shrinks back, but seems to shake off the intimidation before continuing.
“Could someone have stolen them from your lab or someone you trust could have
stolen the schematics?”
“There is no way anyone could have gotten hands on any of my schematics and
everything in my lab doesn’t leave unless it has my explicit say so. So, unless
you plan on stealing from me soon, I suggest you drop the subject, kid,” Tony
growls out before turning his attention to the holopad. The tension between
them is so palpable that Happy throws them a concerned glance while giving them
their dinners before leaving.
Dinner is eaten in silence, and afterwards, Tony retreats to the lab while
Peter chooses to stay in the living area doing homework. Losing himself in his
work, Tony doesn’t realize how late it is until JARVIS alerts him to the fact
that it’s 3:00 am. He contemplates working through the night before deciding
that rest would do him some good.
Heading for his room, Tony frowns when he finds Peter passed out on the couch.
Except. Tony can clearly tell that Peter has taken a shower and is in his
sleepwear. Apparently, one of them is in the dog house tonight, but based on
who’s sleeping where, Tony really can’t say which. Sighing, Tony carries Peter
to bed and contents himself with the fact that, despite everything, Peter is
apparently a snuggler, and therefore, gravitated towards Tony.
*
When Tony wakes up the next morning, Peter’s already gone. Has been for a while
judging by the cold sheets.
“JARVIS, where is Peter?” Tony questions as he sits up. It’s 11:00 am.
“Mr. Parker left at 5:00 am to catch the city bus which transported him to the
bakery,” JARVIS replies.
“Remind me to talk to Peter about that,” Tony orders before deciding that a
shower and time in his workshop would do wonders for him as Peter has been
distracting him for the past few days.
“JARVIS, order brunch for me,” Tony decides as he heads for the shower. By the
time he’s ready, Tony can faintly smell his breakfast in the living area.
Heading for the kitchen island, Tony stops when he spots Pepper.
“Pepper,” Tony addresses with a strained smile. “What brings you here?”
“We both know what brings me here, Tony,” Pepper answers with a stern look on
her face. “You need to get rid of that child. NOW.”
“I can’t, Pep. He saw that robbery at the atm, and Steve found evidence of that
on a CCTV camera. Steve gave him to me to protect because he thinks those
robbers might come after him,” Tony explains.
Pepper makes a frustrated sound and glares at Tony. “From where I’m standing,
the greatest threat to the kid right now seems to be you, and I’m pretty sure
getting the boy into your bed wasn’t in the plan when Steve said protect.”
“Yeah, things got a bit heated between the two of us,” Tony winces and decides
to leave out the fact that letting the boy fall into his bed had indeed been
exactly part of the plan.
“A bit heated! You committed statutory rape! I looked over the kid’s file, and
he is clearly underaged. You’re old enough to be his father! Hell! You could be
older than his father!” Pepper exclaims before the fight suddenly seems to
leave her and she sags into a bar stool by the island.
“Why did it have to be a 16 year old kid?” Pep continues as she buries her face
in her hands. “You know, Tony. After he left, when you looked at me with those
eyes after what I said about the media getting ahold of him, the look in your
eyes told me everything. He’s the one. Isn’t he?”
Reeling from the statement, Tony begins, “Now wait a minute, Pep. It’s no-”
“Do not lie to me, Anthony Edward Stark.” Tony’s eyebrows shoot up at the use
of his full name. “I’ve saw the look in your eyes when you watched that boy. I
know your looks. I know the lust in your eyes for a one-night stand. I know the
look in your eyes when your were smitten with Maya Hansen and nearly caused the
hostile takeover of Stark Industries by Killian. I know the look in your eyes
when you’re extremely invested in a project in your workshop, and I am telling
you right now,” Pepper says as she approaches Tony and places her hands on
Tony’s face.
“When you look at Peter Parker, the look in your eyes is a mix between the
latter two,” Pepper stares into his eyes. Thumbs making relaxing circles near
his temple while her eyes search for something that only she can see.
“Somehow, this boy has managed to combine the three favorite things in your
life. And, I don’t know if I should be preparing for a PR nightmare or find a
way to move the kid to China,” Pep finishes with a sigh. Turning from him, Tony
watches as Pep picks up her handbag from the island and leaves.
After the talk, Tony goes on autopilot. Brunch tastes bland, and once in the
workshop, Tony works extra hard to focus on what’s in front of him. He’s
determined to not examine this thing with Peter. He admits. He likes him, but
that. What Pepper’s implying. It can’t be. Things couldn’t have developed that
far yet. Shaking himself, Tony refocuses himself on his work, determined to not
let his thoughts stray this time. He’s successful this time. The familiar and
comforting sound of metal bending to his will, and the natural feel of wires
and tools in his hands center him. In fact, Tony’s so absorbed in his work that
he forgets he wants to pick up Peter.
“Sir, Mr. Parker has brought up your dinner,” JARVIS interrupts, shattering his
concentration.
“Jesus, JARVIS! I was in the zone. I’m almost done. Give me a few minutes,”
Tony orders as he returns to his work. A few minutes turns into three hours,
and he would have kept going if Peter hadn’t come looking for him.
“Hey, dollface,” Tony greets as JARVIS lets Peter in. “Miss me?”
“JARVIS said that you would be up in a few minutes three hours ago,” Peter
states. “I’m just checking to make sure you’re actually alive.”
“I’m hurt by your lack of confidence in me, sweetheart,” Tony quips as he
pauses in his work to keep an eye on Peter. Unperturbed, Peter merely drops
Tony’s cold pizza on his worktable before taking a seat and glancing curiously
around at the lab.
Amused, Tony decides to throw the boy a bone. “Why don’t you take a tour of my
lab while I eat.”
Tony chuckles around his pizza as Peter practically leaps off the seat to study
his surroundings. Apparently, any misgivings against Tony are forgiven in the
face of the Stark lab. As Peter ambles over to the far wall where his first
suits stand Tony realizes that, since pizza’s technically finger food, he can
keep a closer eye on him while also getting an idea of how whiz he really is.
“You made some serious upgrades on your second suit,” Peter comments as he
observes the differences between the Mark I and II.
“Well, I made my first one in that cave in Afghanistan, so forgive me if I
didn’t have my quality materials,” Tony drawls as he walks up beside Peter. “By
the way, I paid a lot of money to keep the suits out of the press. So, what
happens in this lab, does not leave. Ever.”
“Heeded,” Peter replies and Tony wraps an arm around his waist before directing
him towards his next project. Although Tony knows that Peter’s a science
fanatic, he hadn’t realized the scope of Peter’s interests. From his suits to
his latest projects, Peter seems to soak, analyze, store, and understand every
word that comes out of Tony’s mouth like a sponge. The questions asked are
always pointed and required specifications that Tony has rarely ever gotten a
chance to explain as most people can’t grasp such complicated concepts.
“So, what I’ve been thinking is revamping America’s entire train industry.
Think Japan’s train system meets AI. So, no more delays, and the schedules will
be even more effici-”
“What’s this?” Peter interrupts as he gestures at Pepper’s ‘Proof that Tony
Stark has a heart’ award.
“That is my last existing Palladium fueled mini arc reactor, and the proof that
I have a heart according to Pepper,” Tony responds. “There isn’t much juice
left in there, so if it ever gets stolen, those people are going to be sorely
disappointed by it’s life expectancy.”
Tony watches as Peter studies the award with rapt attention. “You do know
you’ve seen the upgraded version naked, right? Tony teases with a smirk and
waits for Peter’s ears redden. He isn’t disappointed.
“Anyway, why are you interested in that old thing? I thought you would be more
interested in hearing about my AIs, especially JARVIS,” Tony questions as Peter
throws the reactor one last look.
“I wanted to see the original before the current one came along. Also, depends
on what you’re going to tell me about JARVIS?” Peter answers. “Are you going to
show me his code?”
“I’ll show you some of his code,” Tony compromises and off they went.
By the time they turned in for the night, it’s 3:00 am and Tony, apparently,
needs to make a few minor adjustments to JARVIS’s code as Peter has helpfully
pointed out. Nothing major, just small shortcuts that would allow JARVIS to run
a little bit faster.
As they lay in bed together, Tony feels almost domestic. It’s a first for
someone to not harp on how much time he spends in the lab. It’s an even bigger
first for someone to actually understand and give him the chance to explain
anything. Not even Pepper fully understands why he stays in the lab as much as
he does or does everything that he does. Peter understands though, and Tony
wonders if that’s also a part of what draws him in.
Laying in bed with Peter beside him, Tony’s selfish enough to finally admit to
himself that he wants Peter. That he wants this to be something permanent. He
isn’t stupid. He can see Peter’s hesitation. Peter wants it, too. However,
Peter’s the more mature one in this case. Peter has already rationalized this
not working out while Tony wants and knows they can figure it out. And therein
lies the problem, convincing Peter that it would. Pulling Peter close to him,
Tony nuzzles into his sleeping boy’s neck. They would talk about this.
Everything would work out. They would find a way.
                         _____________________________
“Aunt May and I are going to look at suits. Today,” Peter blurts out and stares
down at his toast. Currently, the two are sitting at the kitchen island
enjoying breakfast after Tony insisted that there’s no point in going back to
Queens on an empty stomach. Instead of immediately acknowledging his statement,
Tony languidly finishes what’s on his holopad before regarding Peter with
amusement in his eyes.
“Why Mr. Parker were you hoping I would be too busy to make time on such a
short notice?” Tony drawls clearly enjoying the tension in Peter’s frame.
“Well, I didn’t exactly get a chance to tell you before I made the plans on
Friday,” Peter remarks pointedly not mentioning Tony’s outburst. “Also, I
forgot.”
“I was also hoping you would let Happy chauffer us to the shop. Please?” Peter
adds.
Arching an eyebrow, amusement continues to twinkle in his eyes before he
suddenly frowns. “Didn’t you say Homecoming is this coming Saturday?” He
questions as he makes his way around to Peter’s side of the island before
settling on a barstool next to him.
“Yes, hence why I need to get a suit,” Peter patiently explains.
“So, you waited until the week before Homecoming to get a suit?” Tony
patronizingly inquires.
“With everything that was going on, it kinda slipped my mind,” he answers while
shooting Tony a pointed look.
“So, you’re blaming me because you couldn’t keep up with your time table?
That’s mature.”
“No,” Peter counters, “you’re making it sound like you threw a tiny wrench in
my time table when you threw out the whole time table. So, yes because you
completely rearranged my lifestyle, and no because it was partly Steve’s
fault.”
“Touché. However, regardless of what I did, that still doesn’t solve your
problem. We’re going to rearrange your suit scouting plans. Tell your aunt to
cancel your appointment because I’m taking you somewhere infinitely better
where you will definitely walk out with a suit,” Tony orders while giving him
an infuriating smile.
“You do realize that I would never be able to afford the suits you wear,
right?” Peter exasperatedly explains.
“Don’t worry. It’s all covered by the September Foundation,” Tony states.
“What is the September Foundation?” Peter suspiciously questions as he eyes
Tony.
“It’s this grant that I created. It isn’t suppose to launch until next fall,
but congrats, you are now its first recipient. It’ll pay for tuition, books,
and everything. The whole nine yards,” Tony replies with a wave of his hand.
“Courtesy of being the sugar baby. Thanks. I feel so special,” Peter
sarcastically drawls. “You want me to perform some tricks as a thank you?”
“That would be the highlight of my day, but I thought you said you and your
aunt were looking for suits. So, you still need to call her,” Tony reminds as
he draws Peter onto his lap. Pulling him into a languid kiss, Peter finds
himself leaning in for more as Tony pulls away.
“As much as I would love to continue this on the kitchen island, you have an
aunt to call, and I need to set up the appointment. Besides, I’m looking
forward to seeing you in a tailored suit. I might even get a chance to strip it
off of you sometime in the near future,” Tony chuckles as he whispers the last
part into his ear. Yup. Peter knows his ears are definitely red.
Scrambling off Tony’s lap, Peter grabs his phone before heading for the hallway
of bedrooms to calm down and gain a sense of privacy for his conversation with
Aunt May. Steeling himself for the inevitable questions, Peter walks the length
of the hallway to expend the restless energy before making the call.
“Hey, Peter. Where are you? I thought you said we needed a suit for Saturday?”
Aunt May immediately questions.
“Hey, Aunt May. There’s been a change in plans,” Peter hesitates.
“Mr. Stark says he’s going to help us get a suit and has already set up the
appointment,” Peter winces as he finishes explaining.
“What do you mean help us? What appointment?” May immediately demands.
“Mr. Stark heard that I hadn’t gotten a suit and wanted to help out. However,
he gets a say on the suit. He said he already has an appointment ready for us.
We just need to show up,” Peter re-explains.
“Peter Parker! We do not need that man’s charity!” May bursts. “I can barely
tolerate the current situation. I don’t like this deal that’s between you, him,
and Steve. We are not going!”
“But Aunt M-” the phone is suddenly pulled out of Peter’s grasp. Startled,
Peter turns around and sees Tony with his phone.
“Hey, Aunt May. I know I’ve caused you and Peter a lot of trouble, and this is
sort of a way for me to make it up,” Tony explains as Peter attempts to grab
the phone. Peter can hear Aunt May’s protests.
“I understand that you have misgivings about me, but I do truly want to look
out for Peter’s wellbeing,” Tony reassures as he heads for the living area
while fending off Peter’s hands at the same time.
“I understand I’m not the best role model, and I understand you have a lot of
misgivings about Steve,” Tony pauses as he listens to Aunt May and Peter makes
another attempt at the phone. However, this time, Tony doesn’t evade. Instead,
he grabs Peter’s opposite arm and spins him inward before backing into the
couch, effectively trapping Peter on his lap.
“Behave,” Tony hisses into his ear with the phone on mute before resuming the
conversation.
“Well, part of the reason Steve had me protect Peter was because I had more
resources, and he was also hoping I would discover a protege,” Tony casually
drops. There’s a lull in conversation from the other side before Peter hears it
start up again. He can’t quite catch, but judging by the gist of Tony’s
answers, he can tell Tony is having an easier time of easing May’s worries than
he did. In fact, Peter is surprised by the reassuring tone Tony is using.
Instead of giving off an air of leashed arrogance, Tony is all smooth talk and
responsibility. By the time Tony gets off the phone, Peter is pretty sure that
Tony has convinced Aunt May to let him have a say in the suit as well as
purchase it. Among other things.
“I’ll send Peter over, and the car will pick you up at 1 o'clock.” Tony stops
as Aunt May says something.
“Well, he’s a bright kid. I’m merely giving him the tools that will help him
climb higher,” Tony states before hanging up.
“You made that look a lot easier,” Peter states as tries squirming out of
Tony’s hold.
“Well, when you’re a womanizer, you tend to learn really fast how to make
yourself more likeable to the general public,” Tony replies as he tightens his
hold on Peter.
“Now, unless you want to go to your aunt’s with semen running down your legs, I
suggest you stop squirming,” Tony murmurs against his ear before moving his
shirt out of the way to get at his collarbone.
“Stop,” Peter manages to breath out as Tony works his collarbone. “Didn’t you
say I was heading back home just now?”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little bit of fun first,” Tony
breathes onto his skin as hands began roaming under Peter’s shirt.
“Wait, wait, wait. I’ll blow you,” Peter desperately offers because he knows
that Tony loves his foreplay, and he’ll never see Aunt May if they continue as
they are. The mouth moves away.
Peter turns around to see Tony giving him a very lusty and hard look. “You were
a virgin when I fucked you. Do you even know how to give a blowjob?”
“You’ve done it to me, and...for the rest, you can coach me through it,” Peter
says and watches as Tony’s pupils dilate before he leans back into the couch.
“On your knees,” Tony orders.
“And don’t deep-throat me because that is not a beginner-friendly move,” Tony
advises as Peter kneels between Tony’s legs.
Peter mentally prepares himself before moving to unzipping Tony’s slacks and
reaching in for the twitching organ. Drawing it out, a part of Peter’s
fascinated by it while another part is horrified that it was inside him at one
point. As Peter leans in, he’s consciously aware of Tony’s entire focus being
on him as he pops the head into his mouth.
“Go as far as you're comfortable with. You can also use your hands to stimulate
my ballsack, and remember to-” Tony groans and his hands gripped the back of
the couch as Peter suddenly hollows his cheeks.
“Do that. Remember to do that,” Tony manages to grit out before Peter starts
using his hands and brushing his tongue on the underside of the man’s hard-on.
Thinking back on his own blowjobs, Peter decides to try constricting his throat
and humming. It works because Tony nearly chokes him as his hips surge forward
and an expletive leaves his mouth. Thankfully, Peter’s able to move back enough
to stop anything truly embarrassing from happening.
When Peter glances up, Tony’s eyes are even more dilated if that’s possible and
his breath has grown increasingly rapid. However, Tony’s eyes are still riveted
on Peter, watching him with a burning intensity. Growing bolder, Peter starts
taking more of Tony into his mouth while his fingers massage his length partly
to add more stimulation and partly to keep Tony from choking him again. As
Peter alternates between a combination of sucking, tonguing, and humming,
Tony’s grip on the couch seems to grow tighter. A part of Peter wonders if the
couch will break under the duress before he returns his attention to the task
at mouth.
“Sweetheart,” Tony growls out in warning and Peter decides that he’s going to
try deep-throating for the grand finale. Taking a deep breath, Peter dives down
while using the constriction of his throat to massage Tony.
“Fuck!” Tony exclaims as he releases, and Peter does his best to swallow though
he’s not completely successful as he feels a dribble run down the side of his
mouth when he pulls back.
Turning from the man, Peter manages to wipe off the dribble with a tissue from
the table before he’s suddenly being pulled up into Tony’s lap. Tony delivers a
mind-scrambling kiss before pushing Peter down for his turn. However, instead
of pulling Peter out, he partly pull Peter’s pants down before swallowing him
down in one go.
Peter keens at the scorching heat that envelopes his member. Fingers
immediately tangle themselves in Tony’s hair as Tony works at him. There’s no
foreplay this time as Peter finds himself abruptly spilling into Tony’s mouth
within minutes.
“Not bad, sugar pop,” Tony says as Peter lays stunned from his earth-shaking
orgasm.
“If every newly devirginized one-night stand gave head like you did, I can see
what they meant about the 72 virgins in heaven,” Tony chuckles before helping
Peter straighten himself out.
Peter is still a bit shaken from his orgasm when they hear the elevator go off.
“On that note, your ride is here. Be good, and I’ll see you at one,” Tony
huskily bids. Unable to do anything but nod, Peter obediently follows Happy
back to the car.
When Peter arrives at the apartment, he’s, understandably, mentally occupied.
Still coming down from his post-orgasm high, Peter has to quickly compose
himself when his aunt barrages him with questions.
“Have you eaten?”
“Mr. Stark wouldn’t let me leave before I ate.”
“What about your homework?”
“I’m working on it.”
“How have classes been?”
“Fine. The usual.”
“Is Mr. Stark treating you well?”
“Yes.” ‘Define well,’ Peter mentally questions.
“Why didn’t you tell me Stark was going to choose you as his protege?”
Peter blinks at the question. “About that. I didn’t want to say anything in
case another candidate was chosen. I mean Steve did kinda shove me at him, so I
wasn’t sure I would get the position,” Peter finishes as he rubs the back of
his head nervously.
“Also, scholarship money is involved in all of this. So, now we won’t have to
worry about college,” Peter adds in an attempt to sweeten the deal.
Sighing, Aunt May throws an exasperated look at him before taking a seat on
their couch. “I really don’t like that Tony Stark, but since he’s helping you
so much, even I’m not going to look this gift horse in the mouth. I’m just
scared the man has ulterior motives.”
“He doesn’t, and I’ll be careful,” Peter quickly reassures and it’s technically
true since he already knows what Tony’s ulterior motives are.
Smiling, Aunt May gives him a hug. “I know you can take care of yourself, and
these next two years are going to fly by, but when I look at you, all I can
still see is my baby boy. Please, understand that I’m just trying to protect
you in the best way I can,” Aunt May confides as she rubs his back.
“I know, Aunt May, and I know you try your best,” Peter reassures as he hugs
back.
Kissing the top of his head, Aunt May smiles at him. “Alright, since it’s our
off day, and our suit problem has been rescheduled to the afternoon, what do
you want to do?”
Contemplating for a minute, Peter finally decides. “Movie day, and we can
rewatch Spy?”
Aunt May agrees, but as the movie plays, they begin to talk, and as they talk,
Peter suddenly realizes how disconnected he has become from her. Reflecting
back on it now, Peter realizes they had both buried themselves in work after
Uncle Ben’s death. They had stopped really talking, and now, it feels like
they’re back in the happier days. Before everything. Just talking. About
nothing and everything.
When Happy calls them from the car at one, they’re both startled by how time
has flown. Immediately, Aunt May becomes more tense, and Peter realizes she had
been lost in the moment too. Now, they sit awkwardly as the space between them
seems to force itself back. Not knowing how to rebridge the gap, they both
gather their stuff before heading out the door.
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