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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Avengers_-_Ambiguous_Fandom, The_Avengers_(Marvel)_-_All_Media_Types,
      Iron_Man_-_All_Media_Types, Captain_America_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Steve_Rogers/Tony_Stark, Obadiah_Stane/Tony_Stark, Gregory_Stark/Tony
      Stark, Howard_Stark_&_Tony_Stark
  Character:
      Tony_Stark, Steve_Rogers, Gregory_Stark, Howard_Stark, Obadiah_Stane,
      Clint_Barton, Bruce_Banner, Natasha_Romanov, Pepper_Potts, Thor_(Marvel),
      Dummy_(Iron_Man_movies), Jarvis_(Iron_Man_movies)
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Soul_Bond, Incest, Starkcest, Alpha_Steve
      Rogers, Omega_Tony_Stark
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-31 Chapters: 1/? Words: 818
****** Swindle ******
by Jackeline_Harkness_(Jackeline_Harkness)
Summary
     Tony's finally free of his oppressive alpha. Now that he's finally
     free from a bond he never wanted, he can choose for himself.
 
                                   Prologue.
                                        
                                        
The moment that the elevator’s doors slid open, Steve knew he had made the
right decision by ditching SHIELD’s debriefing in favor of rushing back to
Stark Tower.  Fury would lecture him later, with that weird mixture of
condescendence, impatience and awe that many people had when they dealt with
him; but this was hardly the first time he dismissed orders to go and do what
his guts told him was the best, and… and Tony needed him. He’d known it before,
but it hadn’t really sunk in until that moment when he turned to him his big,
liquid eyes, their chocolate color so rich and deep that he could lose himself
in them forever.
His heart ached and his guts clenched as he took in the bruises on his neck,
the bite mark on his throat, the purple bruise on his cheekbone, the split lip…
but it was the scared, lost and slightly shocked expression on his eyes, the
way his lower lip trembled, that made all his alpha protective instincts jump
into high drive.
Tony threw himself into Steve’s arms, and he was content to let his shield drop
to the polished marble floor of the penthouse and wrap his arms around the
omega, feeling him melt against him as he hid his face into Steve’s chest.
His fingers buried into Tony’s hair, combing the strands in a motion that was
part caress and part possessiveness, his eyes closing as the brunette’s scent
filled his senses, replacing the smell of sweat and blood and the clinical
atmosphere of the laboratory where he’d just saved the city one more time.
The lips that pressed against his were dry and demanding, almost desperate, but
welcoming and familiar, sweet as a glass of cool water on a hot summer
afternoon despite the two places where they had been split.
The kiss turned harder, lips parting to deepen it and let their tongues tangle
passionately.
Steve had to force himself to break the kiss as slightly shaky fingers slid
under his clothes, throwing his head back as he pulled in deep breaths.
“Wait”, he managed to get out, feeling a little dizzy.
“What? Why wait?”
“Because…” he had to interrupt himself, swallowing a couple of times before he
could speak again. “Are you alright?” he asked, his fingers touching his neck.
“I am”, Tony said, his own fingers joining Steve’s at his throat. “I took that
thing off the moment you told me you had the detonator. I couldn’t have it
around my neck a second longer. I couldn’t…”
“I know.” He pulled him closer again, bowing his neck to rest his forehead
against Tony’s. “You’re safe now. He’s… he’s gone”, he said carefully and
partly to himself, because although a primal part of him was proud of having
gotten rid of the competitor and Tony’s scent, all relief and vulnerability,
was doing all sorts of things to his mind, he somehow managed to remember that
while he had just saved Tony from Obadiah, the man had still been Tony’s alpha,
and his death had to be messing with the omega.
“I know”, Tony said. “I… felt it. When he was gone.”
Steve’s brows furrowed.
“Are you going to be alright?”
“I am alright. I’m better than I’ve been in years, Steve. I’m… free.”
Steve looked into his dark eyes, and he saw not just shock or uncertainty, but
relief and some kind of bittersweet happiness and triumph and, burning hot as
fire among all of the emotions that shone in Tony’s eyes, passion, love, and
desire.
Tony was free from the man who had pretty much owned him for all his adult
life, and he had to be drunk with the feeling of freedom, shaken by the
intensity of the broken bond, and utterly unfit to decide if he really wanted
to mate with someone else, or if it was just chemistry making decisions  for
him. He opened his mouth to ask him, to tell him to cool his head down, to
suggest that they wait until they weren’t so raw anymore.
The questions were suffocated by hungry lips, and Steve found himself unable to
resist anymore, his fingers flying to help Tony in the task of getting them
both rid of their clothes.
 
 
Hours later, as they laid tangled together on the suede couch, Steve wondered
at many things that, in other circumstances, would have seemed important. He
wondered at how right it felt, having bonded with Tony even when the omega was
emotionally compromised and at how little he cared that they had mated when
Tony’s old alpha’s body was most likely still warm. He wondered at how easy it
all had been. He wondered at how close the death of one person could bring two
other people. He wondered at how little he cared about all that, when Tony’s
skin was pressed against his own.
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