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Tony had planned to run for a very, very long time. After his parents had died and he was no longer under their protection to skip annual screenings, he had started to make plans to leave. The trouble was, having a silver spoon in your mouth at all times made the thought of leave the known world pretty awful and Tony, a creature of comfort by then, did not want to leave his home and his riches and his toys.

Uncle Obi shared his secret and together they kept the Stark Empire afloat. Tony was rich enough to pay off the yearly census. For awhile at least.

But that was before the Chitauri came and did what no one in the world thought was even possible in the days before they attempted to take over. They released bombs to kill Guides, specifically. Just like that, millions of Guides around the world perished.

If it hadn't been for the Iron Man armor, he would have died as well.

He'd only just met Steve Rogers, one of his father's friends during World War II, for mere moments before the hellicarier went to hell. He'd seen the way the Captain had looked at him, had smelled the air... It would have been impossible for a Sentinel to have known what he was outside of heat, but Steve was not just a Sentinel. And Tony knew he was in trouble even while he fought alongside the Captain.

Was it any wonder that Tony Stark was mysteriously gone before Loki was even captured or taken back to Asgard?

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[starspangledspandex]

He scoffed, Tony wasn't really changing his mind here. A mail order Guide? Why would he do that? He won a Guide, fair and square. Said Guide was currently right in front of him. There was no need to go through all the trouble. He wanted the one he could already smell.

"We'll both rest when I'm finished with you," he said, turning to examine the bed. Comfortable but it wasn't a nest. Guides liked nests right? Lots of fluff and blankets? He opened the trunk at the foot of the bed and was pleased to find it stocked with nest supplies. The best thing about this century was how easy it was to prepare for this sort of thing.

Tony liked red, he knew. Cars, the suit. He dragged the comforter down to expose the sheets and was happy to find they were exactly that color. He suspected the agent that fitted the room did it so blood wouldn't show up as easily. Worked for him.

Steve started dumping out packages and he wasn't a Guide, so he didn't know exactly what they wanted for a nest. He did do research on the plane to Rio. 'Surprise your Guide with a nest!' 'Fabulous nests built by Sentinels!' All that nonsense. It doesn't mean that he's necessarily good at it but unless Tony is going to cooperate, that's what he's getting.

He stepped back, scrutinizing it, "How's it look?"

And Tony thought he wasn't being nice.

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Oh dear god. Steve Rogers was building a nest. He was going to shove him down and rape him and bond with him and then want to cuddle in that nest. Tony's eyes actually watered. He wasn't escaping this. There was no escape.

Luckily, Tony had a very strong fight or flight response and if he couldn't flee he was going to go down fighting. It didn't quite occur to him that Steve wanted him to do just that.

"Do you want my honest opinion? Sentinels should not build nests. They should find a willing Guide they they didn't hunt down to build it for them--"

He would have said more but the sheer amount of lubrication being placed around the nesting area was giving him heart palpitations.

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Tony was more than welcome to fight all he wanted. The Sentinel was actually hoping for it. There would have definitely been a struggle out on the jungle floor and he would be disappointed if he missed out on it. He wet his lips in anticipation. Of course Tony would fight. Steve was already given multiple previews of his spirit.

He sighed, was Tony still going on about this? Steve stopped just short of rolling his eyes at the man. Nothing he was going to say would changed the Sentinels mind. It was made up. He wanted Tony and he wouldn't accept any substitutes.

At this rate, the man would be lucky to get lubrication. He was making Steve impatient and well, that didn't bode well for him. He shifted the water and snacks to the side table within reach too. He stood back and surveyed again, then decided he was satisfied.

He moved back to Tony and eyed what he was wearing. As far as Steve was concerned, the man really didn't need to wear clothes but he definitely wouldn't need them for this. Pants first.

"If you cooperate, these will stay in one piece," he told him. Otherwise he was shredding them.

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"What the fuck would make me care about that now?!" Tony bellowed, putting his feet up again. He didn't really have the stamina to keep them raised but at least he might keep Steve away from him for a few God damn minutes more!

He didn't even like this suit. It was just hot and muggy in Rio and he wanted to look good like the vain peacock he was.

"If you cooperate, I won't have to bite you!" Tony challenged, making sure he didn't look at the nest. It was making his stomach turn. Then again, he should probably try to vomit a little. The Sentinel wouldn't want to scent him if he was sticky and smiled like regurgitated scotch right?

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So dramatic. Really Tony.

If he was going to be so kind as to put his feet up, well Steve was going to grab the multi-tool and he flipped out the knife attachment. He grabbed one leg and sliced up one leg as far as he could in one quick motion.

Steve gripped the material and smiled as he yanked on it. Tony said that like he might not enjoy it. "Don't worry, I'll return the favor."

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It was a wonder that Tony wasn't bleeding wih the way he struggled. Steve was far too capable with this and the cut and tug method had him literally ripping half of Tony's trousers off. He had on a pair of tight red and gold Iron Man underwear beneath, the sort that probably made his ass look amazing.

Tony kicked at Steve unsuccessfully, foot caught in an iron grip.

"I take it back then," he actually whimpered. There was only so much genuine snark in him before the fear set in heavily. His scent had changed, but not for the worse. A Guide in peril was enough to make a Hunting Sentinel salivate.

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It really was a wonder. Steve was as careful and quick as he could be. It helped, of course, that he had an iron grip on the man's ankle. He shifted the grip so it was under his arm instead, so he could lean forward with his free hand to check Tony for a belt and undo the fastening to his pants.

Oh, and his fingers might just brush a highly sensitive area, he just can't help himself.

Steve actually raised his head and sniffed, running his tongue across his lips again. "It's a shame you can't smell what I do. Your scent is delicious."

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Tony actually didn't say anything. There was no movement in his pants; what was left of them, and he found himself pressing his lips together and shutting his eyes tightly.

All he had to do was get through this right? He was a prisoner of war once. He knew the drill. You do what you're told when there's nothing else to do and wait for a chance to escape.

He could break this bond later. He could find a way to do it. He hadn't lived this long without being resilient.

He was holding his breath all the while, pulse racing as Steve breathed him in.

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No matter. Steve would trigger a heat with his bite for the bonding. There would be a reaction at that point. Until then, Tony could just keep on being contrary for all the Sentinel cared. It was just going to make it all that sweeter.

Once his pants were undone, it didn't take much for Steve to remove the rest of them. He left his underwear for now. "These are a nice color," he said, briefly palming Tony and if the man didn't realize how wide the chair he was sitting in was yet, he would when Steve straddled his hips. They easily fit in the chair like this.

His uniform pants were probably rough. They weren't terribly clean either, considering he just went tromping through a wet, muddy jungle for the Guide he was sitting on, but Steve didn't seem to mind. His attention was on slowly unbuttoning the suit jacket and then the shirt beneath it.

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Tony was a neat freak but he had so many other things on his mind right now and nothing of that had to do with how clean the pants were touching his skin. He tried not to react at all the the sudden pressure of the larger man straddling over his hips.

He thought about equations. He thought about how to plate the armor in something more stable than tri-titanium and gold. He thought about sending Banner a postcard and about Pepper Potts wondering where he was. He thought about JARVIS.

His mind was too full to notice Steve undressing him. Oh. If only that was true. He flinched as his shirt was undone and the arc reactor shone a brilliant blue in the muted light between them.

"Personal self destruct button," Tony told Steve, head still hanging. "Give it a yank."

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"I know what the arc reactor is," Steve said, because he read about it in Tony's file and he had seen it in action in the Iron Man suit. It was a remarkable piece of technology. One that he was going to leave alone. His aim wasn't to kill his Guide.

The jacket got the same knife treatment as the pants. Sure, he could rip it apart, but why expend the effort? The scraps were discarded on the floor with the man's pants. The button up shirt followed, leaving Tony's beautifully undressed except for his red and gold underwear.

He hummed in approval and started dragging his hands over every inch of skin he could reach. Tony's arms, shoulders, chest, back. It seemed reverent almost though Steve was really considering where he could hurt the man the most. Where bruises would look the prettiest.

Finally, he gripped Tony's jaw, hard in one hand and kissed him. No tongue, nowhere near his teeth, but it was just a test to see how the night might go.

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A kiss went over about as well as Steve expected it might: not well at all. Tony had kept his eyes screwed shut and held perfectly still for that mashing of mouths. He was too smart. He had figured out, in part at least, what Steve liked.

He didn't want to give him to that. He didn't want to please him any more than getting him in that nest would.

Tony tasted blissful though. Smell alone was fine but taste? Oh there never had been a sweeter man. Not even the one that had died had tasted as good as Tony did and it had nothing to do with all of the Mai tais he had been drinking.

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It didn't matter if Tony didn't fight him now. He would later. If he didn't, then Steve would make it hurt. All in the interest of getting his satisfaction. It didn't matter what Tony wanted. It only matter what Steve wanted.

He made a blissful sound when he pulled back from the kiss, licking his lips and his breath was coming quicker than it was. His blue eyes were bright and needy as he stared at Tony. Abruptly, he shoved off of him and he collected all the tools he used, opened the door again, then tossed them on the floor outside the room.

It resealed behind him as Steve turned to come back in and tugged off his undershirt to toss onto the floor. He peeled out of his pants next and that was a relief, because they were restricting in the worst ways. His blue boxer briefs clung to him tightly and left nothing to the imagination. He immediately returned to straddling Tony, tugging his hips forward so he could rub properly against him, while he took another hard kiss.

Steve was revving up now. It was all uphill from here. For him anyway.

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To be honest, Tony was feeling a little like this was going uphill for him too, but it was a battle, not the start of an amusement ride. He couldn't stand this writhing, he didn;t like the way Steve so obviously kept tasting him and to prove his point, or maybe just to hurry it on home, Tony opened his mouth and gave Steve what might have been the most spectacular kiss of his entire life.

Tony had a lot of practice, he knew exactly what to do and how to do it and as much as he wanted to make Steve melt clear to the floor, he wasn't stupid enough to believe that possible.

Instead, what Steve pulled back, Tony gave him a hard, unflinching gaze.

"That's the first and last affection you will ever get out of me," he swore.

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It was a fantastic kiss. The Sentinel didn't melt into it but he did deepen it as much as he could. He was desperate to keep tasting Tony. He wanted more of that sweetness. He liked bringing someone around to this point, submission at its finest point.

His breathing was much heavier and he was obviously hard against Tony. His eyes were needy and lust-filled. His own pheromones were starting to disperse into the air. This was his Guide. There was no doubt in his mind. That one kiss signed Tony's sentence.

"It was more than I expected," he informed him which meant he was winning, for the record. He slipped off the chair and eyed the man. He was gorgeous when he was defiant. Steve dropped his underwear and stepped out of them, giving Tony a nice good look at what he was sporting.

He tilted his head thoughtfully and said, "One of these days, I'm going to strap you in and have you ride me in that chair."

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Tony immediately averted his eyes. He could be defiant without looking at that monstrous cock Steve had, half hard already between his legs. Was that part of the serum too? Did his balls squirt out liquid gold? He hated that the Sentinel was more attractive than he was, young and smart and strong. Tony was use to being his own man, making up his own rules. He didn't like having someone make up new rules for him.

It was getting down to crunch time but as long as he was here, in this chair, he wasn't there, on that bed.

And he could ignore the way the hair was standing on the back of his arms and his neck. He didn't even give name to what it was.

"I ride solo," Tony muttered. "So thanks but no thanks. And how would the logistics work? You'd have to strap yourself to the chair. Oh, let's try that right now?"

[starspangledspandex]

Some of it might have been the serum. Some of it was straight up just Steve. The stamina though, that was the serum. Their bonding was going to last a long time if his body had anything to say about it. Steve looked forward to running himself dry, if that was even possible.

Anticipation? Excitement? Fear? They were generally all the same. They all made Tony smell even better.

"Well, you stand in front of me, with your back to my front. I sit down, pull you down on me and fasten the restraints around your wrists," he explains. "Then I slide up in you and let you go to town. So you'd be pinning me to the chair." He grins, eyes sparkling just thinking about it, "I don't think I'd complain too much being stuck in you."

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"My testicles have just receded into my body, thank you," Tony scoffed. "I don't know how pleasurable it'll be for you to be stuck in anyone either. You have weird tastes."

This nightmare just kept getting worse.

"How about we do this thing and then you won't die and you leave me the hell alone after that, Cap? I won't get jealous if you have a bunch of little Asian kids running around playing whips and chains with you, but just leave me out of it."

This wasn't anticipation. This was agony.

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"You'll see," he said simply and it was really about time they got started. Steve is tired of waiting for his Guide to come around. Nothing the man has said was acceptable. Tony might appreciate the chair more with a cock ring and Steve jerking him off. He would beg for it. Maybe he'll film it. Make Tony watch it later.

Tony might not be thrilled but Steve was inspired. In fact, he returned to the keypad and screen by the door. Cameras on. There, now their bonding will be caught in all its glory.

He returned to the chair and unfastened the restraints, replacing them instead with his hands around the man's wrists. "No, you're my Guide. It'll be so much better when I can feel it."

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"You're really making me hate you again," Tony said, trying to breathe through his nose to filter out what were undoubtedly pheromones. They were making him feel hot, currents of heat rippling under his skin. It was not a good feeling in the slightly and he couldn't exactly tear his skin off and just hope for the best.

Steve had him strapped down after all.

"I bet it will suck just having me. You should be with someone that likes dick first of all. Yours is fine and nice I guess but it's just not doing it for me. You understand-- Steve, c'mon, let's talk about this--"

He'd lost his nerve the moment Steve touched him.

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He dragged him toward the nest. It was easy, considering how much power there was in those muscles and that wonderful body. Steve wasn't letting any knees get anywhere near his naked erection either. Tony was going to have to scramble to keep his feet under him, not that he was going to be upright for long.

"Now why would I do that?" he asked, an almost cruel smile coming to his face. "You'll be nice and tight for me."

Steve hauled Tony up into the bed and rolled him onto his stomach. He followed a moment later, heavy weight settling just on the curve of his ass and he hummed in appreciation. There was no escape from him. Not now. Not ever again.

"I should have had you on the jungle floor when you were fighting me," he growled. "Struggle for me and I'll make it easy on you." This time. Bonding should be special, right?

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"First you want me to submit and now you want me to fight you? Will you please make up your mind--?" Steve wasn't going to have to worry. The moment Tony found himself on his belly, he was already trying to swim out of the cage this nest was.

He wasn't going to just let this happen. Sure, he told himself he would lay still and it would be quick and over and he could think about statistics or alloys, but that was fine in theory.

In practice, this whole thing was terrifying.

He didn't mention anything about the jungle or the dirt or the fun Steve would have had trying to get the armor off of him as night fell over the rain forest. Instead, he concentrated on trying to scratch and claw and kick his way out from under Steve.

He even started yelling-- That was embarrassing. But he was not going to be a victim.

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Steve knew it sounded contradictive but it wasn't, not really. It was complicated. Tony would understand eventually. Surely someone like Tony Stark would have some aggressive fantasies in there somewhere?

The squirming and writhing were exactly the sort of struggling the Sentinel wanted. His eyes grew wilder and just a little feral as he kept Tony in place under him. He was stronger than he looked and that did plenty for Steve. He didn't even care that Tony drew blood when his nails caught his arm.

It was all part of the fun.

"That's the way," he all but purred, using one hand to press down on Tony'a upper back so he could lift up and use the other to drag down the man's underwear. They tore easily, which was a shame, Steve would probably replace those. They felt nice.

Getting them off was difficult because Tony was trying to get away from him but he didn't want it to be. He wanted to feel like this was the end of the Hunt and he was taking his spoils.

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Tony had gotten exactly no where. He hadn't even made it to the curved edge of the nest, hadn't don't more than gotten Steve's blood and skin under his fingernails. That would have been enough to later identify his attacker (though Captain America was pretty well known), not that anyone would blame Steve for this. Sentinels had caused an uprising across the country and Canada and anywhere that the Chitauri had dusted. The Guides that had inhaled it directly were dead. Sentinels were going crazy.

And there was no one left to help him.

A dazzling heat creeped up over his skin and seemed to blister him all over. He couldn't keep from crying out and Steve had yet to really touch him.

The pheromones were making him itch. He could feel the start of his cycle right on the verge of hitting and though he might not have stopped struggling, he did drop his shoulders.

His body knew what this was, and it did not just accept it, it wanted it. It was just in his nature.

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Steve tossed the scrap of red and gold fabric aside, then set to work running his hands over every inch of Tony again. He was working himself up and it didn't take long for him to reach for one of the bottles of lubricant.

The Sentinel could see and smell the shift in Tony. Guide, his instincts screamed. They demanded he take and claim. Now. Before anyone else challenged him and before the Guide could get away. Neither of those things were likely, but Steve felt it anyway.

His fingers were already slick when they pressed between Tony's cheeks and searched out his entrance. His patience was waning. One was slipped in enough for a coating, then he added the second, pumping his hand steadily.

It was rough and unkind, but it was better than it would have been out in the jungle. While Steve worked him open, he laid on him as much as he could, just feel the way Tony's body moved against him and he buried his face in his neck to soak up his scent. Perfect.