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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Captain_America_(2011)
  Relationship:
      Steve_Rogers/Howard_Stark
  Character:
      Steve_Rogers, Howard_Stark, Tony_Stark, Original_Male_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Rough_Sex
  Series:
      Part 25 of Young_Lovers
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-09-18 Words: 2437
****** Love is a Battlefield ******
by blakefancier
Summary
     Edward tries to buy Steve off. Steve's delighted, Howard isn't. Also,
     nookie.
Notes
     I just decided to take a slight break from Children's Work to finish
     this story. Never fear, though, I am working on another part of
     Children's Work. And of those that are curious, i started re-reading
     Blot Out the Sun in hopes of getting a new update up the end of this
     week/beginning of next.
     Oh, also, I created a tumblr. I don't know what I'm doing, but i will
     probably post bits of WIPs Who knows, I'm still trying to figure out
     the thing. *is internet old*
     Anyway, my tumblr is: http://blakefancier.tumblr.com/
Steve was sitting on the couch, working on his laptop, when Mr. Stark came into
the room. Both Tony and Howard were out at some function his mom said he
couldn't attend, so he was home alone. Well, except for Mr. Jarvis and Mr.
Stark.
Mr. Stark sat on the chair and stared at him. It was kind of creepy, actually.
Steve saved his work and closed the laptop. "Can I help you, sir?"
"I don't buy it, you know," Mr. Stark said. "This little act you have going. I
don't believe it."
He shook his head because he didn't know what Mr. Stark was talking about. "I'm
sorry, I'm confused."
Mr. Stark snorted. "Oh, I bet you are. So what's it going to take, huh? What's
a kid like you after?"
"After? What… What do you mean?" He was wondering if maybe he should leave or
call Howard.
"With my brother. What are you after? He says it's not money, but he can be
blind when it comes to people he loves. Is that what it is? Money?"
Steve stared at him, struck dumb by the accusation.
"How much to get you to leave him alone? Ten thousand? Twenty?" Mr. Stark took
out his checkbook.
"N-No!" He opened and closed his mouth a few times, sputtering.
"Fifty thousand then. But that's my last offer."
"Your last—I'm not—I'm not with him because of money!" Steve stood up and
clenched his hands into fists. "How dare you! I love Howard! I love him!"
"Please, you're a child playing a game for adults. If it's not money you're
after, then it's power. Or maybe you have a daddy kink."
Steve's face heated with embarrassment. "I had a father, I don't need another
one."
Mr. Stark cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. "If you really love my
brother, then leave him alone. You are bad news for him, kid."
"Bad—" It hit Steve what Mr. Stark was really saying and… wow, no wonder Howard
felt guilty about their relationship sometimes. This really sucked. But at the
same time, it was awesome too. "You think I'm bad for him. You think I'm a bad
influence."
"That's what I said."
Steve couldn’t help it, he laughed. "Really? Really you do? That's great! I
mean, not great, but… Have you told Howard? If you haven't, you should. You
really, really should!"
Mr. Stark blinked up at him in confusion. "You're a weird kid."
"Yeah, I get that a lot." Steve grinned at the man, then gathered up his
laptop. "Thank you. Thank you so much." Before Mr. Stark could say anything
else, Steve headed upstairs.
*****
"Your brother thinks I'm horrible for you," Steve said as soon as Howard walked
into the bedroom.
Howard paused, bowtie in hand. "What?"
"He tried to buy me off!" Steve grinned at him.
"He *what*!" Howard clenched his jaw and turned towards to door. "I'm going to
fucking kill him."
"No!" Steve jumped off the bed and grabbed his arm. "Don't you see? That's a
good thing."
"A good thing?" Howard gave him an incredulous look. "How is that a good
thing?"
He smiled and put his arms around Howard. "Your brother loves you. He wants to
protect you. He doesn't think you're the bad guy."
"No, he just thinks I'm a love-struck idiot."
Steve kissed him gently. "But you're my love-struck idiot."
Howard raised his eyebrows. "You're crazy."
"Crazy for you." Steve pulled Howard towards the bed. "You know, he offered me
fifty thousand dollars."
Howard scoffed. "He doesn't even have fifty thousand dollars."
"Well, it's a good thing I didn’t take him up on it, then, isn't it?" Steve
takes the bowtie from Howard's hands and tosses it on the floor. "How was the
party?"
"Boring." Howard slid his hands under Steve's shirt.
"Then I'm glad I didn't go." He leaned into Howard's touch and smiled. "I hate
being bored. I do crazy things."
"Do you now? Like what?"
"Oh, like taking billionaires into closets and sucking them off." Steve
shrugged and unbuttoned Howard's shirt.
"That is crazy." Howard leaned in and bit Steve's bottom lip, then laved it.
"There are so many other things you can do with billionaires."
"Like what?" he asked, a little breathlessly.
Howard grinned and pushed Steve back on the bed. "Let me show you."
*****
"So that's what you can do with billionaires. Good to know." Steve grinned and
snuggled against Howard, who laughed.
"I hope you took mental notes."
"Oh, I did." He nosed Howard's neck. "So I've got a favor to ask."
"Hmm? What is it?"
"Bucky's coming back from Afghanistan in a couple of weeks and I was wondering
if I could borrow your driver and the town car. You know, so he doesn't have to
take a cab."
"Of course you can." Howard yawned and closed his eyes. "Just let Jarvis know.
He'll take care of everything."
"Great. Thank you." Steve kissed his ear and smiled. "I love you."
"Mm, love you, too."
*****
The next morning at breakfast, Steve did his best to ignore Mr. Stark's glares.
It wasn't easy because his skin prickled every time he turned his back to the
man. Still, Mr. Jarvis and Tony were in the room, so Steve was sure he wasn't
going to get verbally eviscerated or anything. Pretty sure. Ugh, if this was
what Howard felt like all the time, Steve needed to apologize.
He poured himself a bowl of Wheaties, because Tony ate the last of the Cocoa
Pebbles, the stupid jerk, and sat down at the kitchen island. He was just about
to start eating when Howard practically blew into the room.
"Good morning, everyone," Howard said, a lot more cheerfully than he usually
did before his first five cups of coffee.
Tony grunted at him and Mr. Stark murmured a good morning. Before Steve could
say anything, Howard hugged him from behind and kissed his neck. "Good
morning," he said, laughing.
"Good morning. Mmm, you smell good." Howard nuzzled his hair and slipped a hand
under his t-shirt.
"Oh, God, what are you doing? Did we not talk about this?" Tony groaned and
covered his eyes. "No PDA allowed in the kitchen. Seriously, I may never eat
again. I'll starve! Do you want me to starve?"
Howard rolled his eyes and gave Steve a good hard kiss, before pulling away to
pour himself a cup of coffee. "Oh, uncover your eyes, Tony."
Tony did so, slowly, then he turned to Mr. Stark and said, "See, Uncle Eddie,
this is the stuff I have to deal with. One of these days I'm going to go
blind."
"Big baby," Steve murmured and began to eat his cereal before it got soggy.
"Right, the next time I see your mom I'm gonna lay one on her, see how you
feel," Tony said.
"I should warn you now, she's not afraid to punch a seventeen year old."
Tony stuck out his tongue.
Howard shook his head and sighed. "What are your plans for today, boys?"
"Steve and I are heading out to the Expo," Tony said. "I'm gonna give him the
genius view of the sights."
"Then afterwards, I got a boxing lesson." Steve shrugged. "I should be home—I
mean, I should be back here after that, though."
"Why don't we go out to dinner tonight?" Howard sipped his coffee. "You boys
feel like sushi?"
"Yeah, that'd be cool." Tony finished his bowl of cereal. "You done, Steve? We
should head out."
"Gimme a sec." He quickly shoveled as much cereal in his mouth as he could.
"Okay, I'm done!" He got up and gave Howard a kiss before following Tony out."
*****
Steve didn't like getting into fights. He wasn't a violent person, but he
realized the necessity of learning how to fight. He knew there were times when
violence was necessary in order to protect yourself or, more importantly,
someone you cared about.
That said, he *loved* learning how to fight: the jabs, kicks, and spins.
Getting in under someone's defenses, blocking a blow, pinning someone down on
the mat: it was exhilarating. It left him wired and really, really horny.
So when Steve got back to the mansion after a long workout and found Howard
standing beside the bed without any pants on, well, it was like a gift. An
almost half-naked gift. Before he could talk himself out of it, he pounced,
pressing Howard down on the bed, wrists held firm against the mattress.
Howard yelped. "Steve! What the hell? "
"Hi." Steve grinned down at him, then kissed him hard, so hard that it hurt a
little. When Steve finally pulled back, Howard's mouth was swollen and his face
was flushed.
"Feeling a little frisky, are we?" Howard sounded amused.
"Yes. Do you mind?" He ground down against Howard's cock, and they both
groaned.
"No, no, I definitely don't mind, babe. If you want to be in the driver's seat,
I'm perfectly happy being driven."
"Okay." Steve nodded. "I, um, I'm feeling like I wanna be a little rough. Is
that okay?"
"It's perfect." Howard smiled, gentle and warm, and God, Steve just had to kiss
him again, sucking his tongue, then biting his lips.
"I love you," he said, licking sloppily at Howard's mouth. "I love you so much
that sometimes I think I might go crazy."
"Steve." Howard tried to move, but Steve kept him pinned to the bed.
"Tell me our safeword, Howard." Steve kissed the corner of Howard's mouth, then
slid his tongue along Howard's jaw.
Howard moaned, body arching up. "R-Red. Red to stop, yellow to slow down, and
green to go. Fuck!" Howard hooked a leg around Steve's hip and pulled him
closer. "Green, Steve! Green, green, fucking green!"
"Yeah." He nuzzled Howard's ear and whispered softly," God, I wanna do so many
dirty things with you, Howard. I wanna ride your cock and fuck your face. I
want you to hurt me so bad that I cry. I wanna be sticky with your come and my
blood and… and...." Steve rubbed himself against Howard's hard on and bit his
earlobe. He wanted everything and he wanted it right then and there.
"Easy, babe. Easy." Howard nuzzled the side of Steve's face and kissed his
temple. "Take a deep breath and let it out slowly."
"No, I don't wanna." He was whining, he knew he was, but he didn't want to slow
down. He licked his lips and sat up, straddling Howard's hips. He quickly
unbuttoned Howard's dress shirt, spreading it open, and pinched a nipple;
Howard's eyes fluttered shut. "I've been really good lately. So good, Howard.
So I want to be bad. A little bad. I deserve that, don't I?"
"Of course you do, babe." Howard rested his hands on Steve's thighs. "You can
be a little bad."
Steve nodded and pulled off his shirt; there was a bandage around his forearm
and bruises on his torso. Howard raised an eyebrow and Steve shrugged. "They
aren't from you. Those are the only ones that count."
Howard touched a nasty bruise on Steve's side and frowned. "Tell your boxing
instructor to ease up, Steve. Or I will."
"Okay." Steve took Howard's hand and placed it back on his thigh. "You know, I
really love it when you take care of me. But you know what I love even more?
When we just go at it, hard and hot and brutal."
"Do you?" Howard asked, his voice rough, as he dug his nails into Steve's
thigh.
He moaned, his cock twitching in his pants at the sharp pain. Oh god, oh god,
they haven't done this in forever. He leaned down and sucked at Howard's
shoulder and collarbone, leaving a trail of red marks.
"You need it so bad, don't you, babe?" Howard said, panting harshly, dragging
his nails up Steve's thigh and hip, leaving a hot trail of pain, then pressing
his fingers into the bruised skin of Steve's side.
It ached so sweetly and he rocked against Howard, his cock throbbing. "Please,"
he sobbed.
"I know." Howard's voice was deep and low and he pulled Steve close, biting at
his mouth.
The metallic taste of blood flooded Steve's mouth as his lip spilt under
Howard's teeth and he shuddered, coming hard in his pants.
"That's it, babe, that's it." Howard stroked down Steve's back, murmuring
endearments and his mouth was wet with Steve's blood.
It was beautiful, Howard was beautiful to Steve and he licked Howard's mouth
clean. "Wanna suck you," he said, his voice hoarse, lip throbbing.
Howard rubbed his thumb across Steve's lip and Steve could feel a smear of wet
being dragged across his cheek. "Yeah," Howard said, taking a deep breath,
eyelashes sweeping down as he closed his eyes. "Green, babe. Green."
*****
Eventually, they got their clothes off. After. Way, way, after, when they were
both exhausted. Steve traced his fingers over the curves and lines of Howard's
face, trying to decide if pencils or oils would be a better medium to capture
the intricacies of the man. He was tracing the curve of one ear, when Howard
spoke.
"Sometimes I wonder what you see when you look at me." Howard said, eyes
narrowing in speculation.
Steve grinned and ran a finger over Howard's mouth. "I see a really hot guy who
I love."
Howard snorts and folds his hands on his stomach. "I'm a forty-something desk
jockey who's going soft around the middle and gray on the top."
"Gray other places, too," Steve tugged at his chest hair and Howard grimaced.
"Thanks. Thanks a lot."
Steve didn't sigh, even though they were having *this* discussion. Again. "I
don't care about that." He kissed Howard on the nose. "I don’t see that when I
look at you. I see…" He blushed because he didn't know how to say this without
being disgustingly sweet. "I see beautiful brown eyes and a kissable mouth and
strong hands and… and… and a big cock. I see all the parts of you that I love.
All the perfect parts of you."
Howard laughed and shook his head. "You are so… so very you."
"Yeah." He shrugged. "You asked."
"I did. I did ask." Howard ran his fingers through Steve's hair. "No one else
sees me like you do."
"That's because they're not looking hard enough." He smiled, a little bit glad
that no one did, that he had Howard, this Howard, to himself. "I'm gonna make
myself a sandwich. You hungry?"
"Sure," Howard stretched and brushed the hair back from Steve's forehead. "I
could eat."
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