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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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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.

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No, he knew it wasn't going to be immediate. It would take time and patience for Tony to see his side of things. Eventually he would see himself as Steve did, thanks to the bond. Things were going to be difficult until then which was fine.

He shoved the bottle out of the nest to the floor so it didn't soak into their blankets and the mattress. He also grabbed Tony, who wasn't getting far and dragged him back down beside him. Steve threw one leg over Tony's to keep him from struggling too much.

"You should rest," he repeated. The Sentinel was exhausted. He just spent an inordinate amount of time fucking his Guide senseless. Now he wanted to curl up with his Guide like they were supposed to do.

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He should rest. He wanted to rest. He wanted to escape but his body was giving out. He should be fighting more, he was bruised and covered in filth and he was thirsty now that he had thrown the water away, but most of all, he did long to be wrapped up in arms meant to protect him and only him.

It was difficult to reconcile. He could feel the Captain breathing, even when they were barely touching. He could almost feel the water he had gulped down moving through his system.

It was delightful. It was terrorizing.

He should rest and so Tony cradled his head against his arm and closed his eyes and tried, so hard, to do just that. Strangely, all it took was Steve to press againast him and he was out like a light.

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The Sentinel fought to stay awake a little longer than his Guide. He wanted to be sure the man was at least following those instructions, even if he ignored the water. It was within reach at least, if he did decided to wake up and he needed it. The only catch to that was Steve would feel him wake up.

For now, once Tony fell asleep, the Sentinel followed and it was a deep sleep. They were curled up in their nest with the bond between them. It probably wasn't where it should be given his Guide's unwillingness but it would save Steve.

It would be hours before he woke again. More than he slept in a long time and he was more than content to just lie beside Tony. He admired the bruises he could see and considered where he wanted to start with their fun. He wondered how desperate the man would be in heat. Was like the bonding heat?

If Tony didn't wake, his thoughts would trail off and he would fall back asleep. The Guide had earned this particular bout of rest.

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All Tony really wanted to do was sleep and so sleep he did, straight on through, even when Steve woke to look over him. He'd be a bit dehydrated but otherwise all right, the flush of his cheeks from bonding heat leaving him by the morning.

When he did wake himself, it was with a terrible thirst and a terrible ache throughout his body. Tony closed his eyes immediately and then tried to slip out from under Steve's arm.

He did not want to cuddle or be cuddled by his rapist, but he did not try to get out of the nest. He needed to heal some before he made a flight attempt.

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His arm tightened instinctively around the Guide when he moved but it relaxed as Steve woke up properly and saw the man wasn't getting out of the nest. He was perfectly content with being naked and even stretched. He would have to do all the paperwork to register his Guide at some point but he wasn't concerned with it right now.

Steve picked up another bottle of water and offered it to Tony. "You should drink and eat something." He also gave him one of the protein bars from the side.

He sat up, stretching as he did, shoulders broad and strong. He didn't take his eyes off Tony. He wanted to drink the sight of him in and also plan what he wanted to do with him. Everything. The answer was everything. It was good they had so much time.

"When you're finished, I want to check your injuries," he told him, because he couldn't have Tony getting an infection and being put out of commission. What fun was that?

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"I want a bath." Tony was wary as he took the water bottle and sucked it down, feeling almost unfortunately sick to his stomach. He should have gone slower but this last day had been anything but slow. "A shower," he said in correction, since he would rather stand and he didn't want the Captain to think that he was invited.

Almost timidly, Tony took the offered protein bar, but held it close to his chest without opening it. He needed to eat but his stomach ached and all of the hurting came back, traveling through a bond Tony had not learned to shield yet.

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Unfortunately for Tony, the Captain was always invited. They were his rooms and Tony was his Guide. He also needed to get cleaned up so it wasn't going to work out in Tony's favor.

Steve could feel the ache coming down the bond but he was pleased by it. Tony was being reminded of his Sentinel every time he moved and it was wonderful.

"After you eat and I check you over," he agreed, chewing his way through two protein bars without trouble. "I'll bring you a better meal later."

Thoughtfully, he adds, "Or I could check you over during our shower. It might easier once you've cleaned up."

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Not our. Never our. Tony scowled. "I can manage to bathe myself on my own. And what can you do about what you've done to me anyway? They'll heal on their own."

He put down the protein bar because his stomach just kept on turning.

"I'm going to the bathroom. To use the bathroom." He was looking forward to getting whatever was left inside of him from the Captain out of his body. "I am in no condition to escape so just leave me alone for awhile." The walk to the bathroom just looked so far... Well. He'd been through worse. Sort of. He climbed out of the nest to prove to himself that he could.

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"You could," he agreed, because that's not in contention. "But I want to. The bruises will heal on their own but those aren't what I'm concerned about. I want to check for bleeding." His tone didn't really allow for argument. This was what he wanted done so that was what was going to happen.

"Besides, you need me to get into the shower," he smiled. The toilet and sink were fair game, but the two person bath and elaborate walk in shower were locked behind another door. Steve was in control here. Maybe, if he was good, he would be allowed to use them on his own but right now? It wasn't happening.

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Tony's heart sank as he knelt on the edge of the nest. His eyes were sunken in and almost dead, a haze over the usually bright amber. "Can you just left me have ten minutes?"

If he was bleeding, he was bleeding. He'd heal up there too.

Probably not before Steve had needs again though.

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"Ten minutes," the Sentinel nodded, glancing toward the clock on the wall. It was sealed behind bars as well. Steve didn't really expect that the mechanisms inside would be useful but he respected Tony's intelligence.

No, probably not, considering his age and the serum. It was safe to say Tony would be busy keeping him content. Sometimes though, he liked to watch or touch instead of take. Of course, it all depended on how good his Guide reacted to both of those. He would learn. It would take time. Steve would teach him how wonderful it was.

While Tony was taking his ten minutes, Steve would clean up the room. The water and protein bars would stay. They would need them at some point. The materials he used for their nest he would reverently pack in a box just in case he wanted to recreate it someday. The other man would have ten minutes, on the dot.

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Counting seconds wasn't on Tony's mind as he washed up on the sink. He didn't bother to scrub and cry and rock at the injustice of it all, he just stood in front of the sink once he had flushed what he could of his bowels down the drain filling the toilet up with used toilet paper covered in his own semen into the bowl.

He washed up with hand soap but it didn't help. It just made the bruises seem more pronounced. Tony did not look at himself in the mirror though. He didn't expect anything save for the bite with his fingers.

There would be a matching one on the other side of his neck when Steve wished to trigger another heat. The first gland would heal in a few months. Smart Sentinels waited to get s blast of hormones every few weeks but it was hard to tell when Steve would use those hormones against him.