Chapter Text
Society encourages people to go with the flow,
and to do things simply because the wider community is doing such.
However we must exalt the power of the individual.
Steve groaned as he rolled over to face his curtained window. The bright sun pierced through the fabric, giving a soft glow to the bare room. Stretching, he changed into his running clothes and walked to the bathroom blinking open his eyes to see his reflection and froze. Under his clavicle stretching over a broad shoulder was a mark, it's intricate design resembling some kind of tattoo. 'Strange,' Steve thought to himself as his fingers ghosted over the stained skin. 'This looks familiar...'
Oh. Tony.
It was similar to his, but the image in his dreams confirmed that there were subtle differences. Steve splashed water on his face to clear his thoughts of the slim hips and went downstairs. Heading for the door, he almost flinched when a sultry voice spoke up from the living room.
"A bit early don't you think, darling?" Steve did not need to turn and see the smirk from those lips. Opening the door, he finally turned to take in Tony's appearance, whose shirt had risen up to display a trim stomach with a fine dusting of hair travelling down to...
"Going for a run," Steve said matter-of-factly. "Don't touch anything until I'm back." Ignoring the shrug, the blonde priest left the house and broke into a sprint.
Once the sound of footsteps faded away, Tony graciously rose from the couch and bent backwards. Relishing in the popping noise, he looked around the room before going upstairs. Hands closing around a polished knob, his eyes showed slight disappointment in finding that is was a normal study room.
"What kind of a Hunter is he," Tony mumbled strolling in and looking through the shelves. "That he does not have a weapons room, or at least a herbalist table? Has it really been that long?" The brunette mentally shook himself. Of course it hadn't been that long, he can identify the pieces of technology being used today (it's not that difficult to figure out for someone like himself) at least. Looking at the books on the shelf Tony was glad to see that there are some things that don't really change.
Turning his attention to the desk, he saw what he could assume was a computer. Perfect. Settling down into the chair, Tony pressed the button and laid his hands on the keys.
He had some researching to do.
Running always made Steve feel good. Especially through a park, where the trees and scenery just seem to suck out the tension from his muscles. People didn't bother him and it was the perfect time to organise his thoughts. Steve will have to report back to Fury on his findings at Revel last night. If he took his time there will be suspicion, and a part of Steve had a feeling that reporting a Demon's contract with said being living in his house is surely going to turn some heads.
For now, Tony's existence cannot be found out.
Slowing down as he approached the top of his street, he slowed as his thoughts swam. He will need some clothes, definitely, and judging from the demon's demeanor his taste seemed expensive. Food? Do demons eat normal food? Actually, Steve didn't even know what kind of demon Tony really was, which did sting for some reason.
Pulling out his keys, Steve quickly whipped his head to the side, blue eyes narrowing. He could have sworn there was something on the neighbours front yard. Dismissing it, Steve walked into the house, the door separating him from what was out there. To his surprise, he didn't hear any movement, which can only mean that Tony went upstairs. Somehow he wasn't bothered about Tony going up, but more from the demon not being here to snark him as soon as he entered the door.
Grabbing a bottle from the fridge, Steve walked up the stairs as quietly as he could. The door to the Study was opened a crack, and Steve brought his face closer to look. 'This was to find Tony's motives, nothing else.' He would reason later on when he thought back to it.
Even though technology is developing at an exponential rate, it seemed that it's frame work still follows that of machines which Tony could still easily break through if he worked on it. Eyes scanned over the countless documents, scrolling through lists and lists of names taking way back. However, it seemed that the search was becoming more and more useless the longer he sat there. Sitting back into the chair, Tony crossed his bare legs and closed the windows. He was going to need to find proof elsewhere.
Beleth...
"Pep, if I call you as a Human, you should do the same."
The barrier you set up was strong. You think it's enough?
"Try saying it with me. To-ny."
Tony...
"Good job! Once more?"
I sent Rhodey to see you.
"Aw seriously? I can handle myself just fine."
No, you're a lazy shot Beleth.
"Oi Rhodey! Get off my line!"
And that was when Steve walked in.
Posture rigid, Steve had fixed his blue eyes on the brunette who had chosen to drape himself over his chair. However, he couldn't bring himself to say anything. From the time Steve left the house to when he returned, Tony had lost the baggy shorts from last night, but kept the white shirt that was far too big, covering a lot but not enough. The blonde sincerely hoped the demon was wearing underwear of some kind underneath.
"Brother~!" Tony smiled, though there was a glint in his eyes. He slowly stood up from the chair, hands trailing up bare legs that were followed closely by a pair of blues. Sauntering up to the priest, Tony pressed up to his side and purred. "Hello there."
Snapping back to himself, Steve immediately shoved the demon away from him. Effectively pinning the shorter man to the shelf, Steve growled.
"Do you think this is all a game to you?!" The demon grinned as fingers curled around his neck in a tight grip. "One move, and I can snap your neck, stab your heart, and send you back to where you came from." Steve felt a chuckle vibrate through his fingers, before jolting at something slipping into his track pants. Looking from the captivating eyes, Steve saw the horns nestled in the dark waves and looked down to see a tail slithering to wrap around his cock.
"I never said it was a game," Tony murmured such that Steve's blood raced southward. "But if this is, I'm willing to play."
With surge of strength, Steve now found his back to the shelves shirtless with Tony kneeling down to face his crotch. Slowly, the brunette peeled away the grey cloth to reveal a thick, hard cock. As Tony came closer, Steve tried to grab the demon and push him away. This could not be happening to him; he was a devotee to the Church! Such acts were going to get him in trouble. However, his hands did not move, and to his horror a glowing band had encircled each wrist. Licking the tip, Tony brought his hand up and gave a few strokes causing Steve is bite back a moan.
"Can't have you pulling back now, can we?" Before the blonde could answer his cock was engulfed, and his legs muscles twitch from the sensation. It felt so hot, as a skilled tongue massaged his dick causing Steve to buck into the waiting mouth, mind blank with pleasure. This didn't stop Tony, who only proceeded to suck harder and faster, his tail snaking down to play with his own ass.
Steve shouldn't have thought that the display was hot. No, definitely not. He could see the tail playing with the demon's ass, and the moans from the brunette were vibrating around his cock. It was all too much for him, and Steve could feel something building up inside him. He was desperate to let it out.
"Tony...Tony! I'm co-" Just as he came the demon released his cock with a pop, allowing the come to squirt all over his face. As it dripped, Steve pantingly looked down to see that Tony had also came, spilling onto the floor. Tony muttered something and the bands disappeared, allowing the spent blonde to slide to the floor as he came down from the high. Neither one said anything, and Steve wearily glanced up to the clock, only to jump up and rush out realising he was late. Tony laid back against the bookshelf as he listened to the banging of a closet and drawers. Hearing the front door slam shut the brunette slid his hand down to caress his hipbone in deep thought.
"Maybe..."