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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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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?"

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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.

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Tony turned his face against the curve of his elbow to wait it out. He couldn't say any of the snappy comebacks filling his head like he might have wanted to. His lips had parted but his tongue was slack and his mind was relatively blank.

That was not a blessing. He couldn't conjure up anything to comfort himself. He couldn't find an escape from what was happening to him physically.

That would be the blanket of scent that Steve was laying down over him. Tony shifted to draw a knee up beneath him partially, toes slipping in the sheets. He couldn't find purchase.

Any stimulation of his neck, behind his ears, or into his hair, though, was like catching fire. The bonding gland hardened beneath Steve's nose, raising through the skin.

Tears coated his long eyelashes, but Tony actually moaned. Not from the fingers so much as the biological call of a Sentinel to him.

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How could someone smell and taste so fantastic? Steve was almost drunk on it. It was maddening. He almost didn't even care about how Tony was reacting now. He just wanted. He definitely wasn't getting away from him.

The moan was delightful too and he said, "See? You just didn't know you liked it."

A third finger joined the others because he promised to make this easy, or easier at least and while he might be cruel, he did keep his word. Besides, if Tony was slick they could go longer.

"Ready?" He demanded, though it was rhetorical. Steve helped Tony get his knees under him even if that wasn't the man's intent. He slicked up and positioned himself at Tony's entrance.

His first thrust was long and slow. He groaned as he seated himself in Tony, unconcerned with his discomfort.

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It was too fast and without enough care. Pain was able to supersede need and natural desires for a mate. The moan turned into a scream and Tony reached around to try and pry Steve off of him.

As expected it hadn't worked. Not when Steve had him fully and their bodies were connected.

He'd thought that maybe the bite would come first and that he would get to gloss over all of this because of the forced heat.

No. No life was more cruel. So much more cruel.

Though he was on his knees, Tony's shoulders touched the primped up mattress and his arms stretched back to allow his hands to wrap around Steve's wrists. He wasn't sure why he was holding onto his abuser as that monstrous cock pressed so angrily into him, but that too was the need for a Guide to cling to a Sentinel.

Tony cried out every time balls slapped the backs of his thighs. He did not feel any of this as pleasure, though.

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Clearly, he misjudged his size to someone as tight and virginal as Tony. It was a mistake but one he couldn't bring himself to care about. The man's screams were as wonderful as he imagined they would be and he took the opportunity to wrench a few more out of him.

Tony clinging to him just sealed the deal. His Guide, his. If the man was already turning to him, even Tony couldn't deny their compatibility now.

"You feel so good," he groaned, driving into the man a handful more times, then he forced himself to stop. He couldn't wait anymore. The Guide's scent was too strong. It called to him. Demanded a Sentinel to mate with him. Bond with him.

He was buried to the hilt in the man, thick and throbbing, and he panted as he pressed him down with his weight. The smooth skin of his chest against Tony's back. "You're perfect. And you're mine."

He nuzzled and mouthed at Tony's ear, then his neck, before he bit down hard enough to break open the gland.

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Tony couldn't disagree more. This wasn't in any way perfect. He'd never actually thought about bonding. Or what it might be like to have a Sentinel. If he'd ever done so it would not be like this. Everything was too rough and too feral and he was a man of more comforting and simple pleasures.

Tony whined as Steve broke the skin on his neck and obliterated the bonding gland. Hormones flooded his system and any protest Tony might have had were dashed instantly.

He'd had no idea how suddenly true heat would come upon him or how desperately he might suddenly react to his Sentinel buried inside of him. Tony actually pressed back into Steve's thighs, body squeezing the cock inside of him. His back arched, head coming up so that he could moan again.

He felt Steve everywhere. In every fiber of his being. In every breath. His cock felt squeezed by his own virginal hole, pumped as he pumped his Sentinel.

Rutting could start in earnest. Tony's lips parted and his eyes closed and there was no doubt at all about his enjoyment now.

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The screaming and crying might have faded out for now, but Steve didn't care. His mind was gone. In his place was pure Sentinel, reacting to the release of the pheromones that signaled a bonding heat. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Steve didn't know anything about comfort. He grew up in a world at war and the only things he knew about Guides and bondings were the stories from his team. Tales of Hunts and forced bondings. It suited the dark, primal heart of the Sentinel. He didn't know how to be anything else. They wanted the violent, cruel Sentinel so that was what he became. It was his duty.

He could feel the dull thrum of pain when he moved and that was good too. It was the last clear thought he had for awhile. He drove relentlessly into Tony. It was hard and rough. Since he was a super Sentinel, it was probably even worse on Tony. He would have plenty of bruises.

The first orgasm was together. Bright and wonderful, it permanently linked them together. Tony was stuck with him now.

Steve flipped him over, added more lube and held his thighs open with strong, unyielding hands so he could pound into him more. He changed and shifted positions at a whim, using and joining with Tony for hours.

He didn't count orgasms. It didn't matter. It was the pheromones driving him. It wasn't until Steve was exhausted and collapsed over Tony that it was, for now, over.

Rutting could start in earnest. Tony's lips parted and his eyes closed and

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Tony, however, did count orgasms...not his own, but the Captain's. He didn't think about the young man he had sat across the table from when Fury presented them with the bloody cards Coulson had had on him when Loki killed him. He didn't think about the look in blue eyes when Tony came to from the roar of the Hulk. That was Steve, America's golden boy. That wasn't the Sentinel that chased him from his room in Rio de Janeiro, through the woods, and to this little torture room to rape and bond to him.

By the third time the Captain filled him, sensation had come back. The bond was forged and he could still feel what the Captain felt, but there was a distance to it too. The surge of hormones had been temporary and Tony was too exhausted to really bother with thinking about it anymore.

Every time the Sentinel flipped him or hoisted some limbs up, Tony mostly laid still. It was not for lack of want to move, it was just that he didn't have much strength. The bond itself took so much out of him. He might have even passed out at one point when the pain was too great. No. Not too great. He didn't even know what it was, but pain seemed like the wrong sort of word when it caused him him leave a film of sticky semen across his skin as well.

He could not blame the Captain for that. It was enjoyment.

When Steve collapsed against him, Tony didn't shift away. He didn't try to leave the nest. Not yet. Bonding bliss had still washed over him and though it would agonize him later to watch, he burrowed against Steve's chest and let himself be cradled.

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He wrapped his arms around this Guide and shifted so he was only half laying over him. Steve's hormones were only just fading so it was more instinct than anything. Protect his new Guide. They were both filthy but Tony smelled like him so he was content. A shower could happen later.

The bond was a glorious thing. He could feel it between them and Steve was incredibly relieved. It was a huge weight off his shoulders. He didn't care if there were difficulties with his Guide. The important part was that he even had one. He wasn't going to meet the same fate as thousands of Sentinels.

For ten minutes, he only laid there and held the man. His head cleared enough after that for him to reach for water and he downed two bottles, before reaching for a third. This one he held to Tony's lips. He needed to keep the man healthy.

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Tony didn't want water. He wanted to sleep. He wanted the Sentinel to hold him awhile longer and-- That was a thought that Tony didn't like having. He could feel his mind tear in two different directions. He wanted to escape but that would be impossible. He would have to settle for finding a way to kill the Captain. He couldn't very well kill himself!

Trying to protest the water was impossible though. Steve had him by the face and was pouring the water into his mouth before he could disagree.

He pushed up at the blond, coughing, and then took the bottle in hand.

"You'll drown me if you do it," Tony grunted, and tried to sit up. He was covered in bruises. Covered in his own cum. Covered in the Captain. And everything hurt too, deeply.

Tony's hands shook. He couldn't drink now even if he wanted to.

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It was entirely possible that killing the Captain would also kill Tony. Surely the man knew that? The more times the bond was strengthened the worse his chances would be after separating and Steve intended to do plenty of bond strengthening.

He could sleep after he had some water. The Sentinel intended to do the same. Bonding was hard work, especially for the Guide and he would need the rest. He also needed the water.

Steve frowned at the man but shifted, watching him as he sat up and took the bottle from him. If Tony was more cooperative, he wouldn't almost drown him. He could feel, barely, the shock from the other man when he looked at himself.

"You're beautiful," he said, sitting up far enough to wrap his hand around Tony's to steady the bottle. "At least drink some of it, you need it and then you can rest with me."

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"This is not beautiful," Tony said, large eyes widening further, he flinched away from Steve's touch because even if they were bonded now, that didn't mean that he liked the guy. He didn't. The Captain was expecting too much if he thought Tony would immediately fall in love with him.

In spite, more like a tantrum, Tony threw down his bottle and tried to climb out of this horrible nest, limbs refusing to cooperate fully.