AN: Smut. That's pretty much it. Also, they got kind of chatty. Sorry about that.

Benefits Package

Tony scrambled for purchase as he was pushed back into the wall, a small strangled groan sounding in the back of his throat when Steve's cock slid against his, shooting sparks down his spine. Typically, he wasn't a man that liked to be manhandled; it brought back too many memories, and all of them bad. But with Steve, he found himself unexpectedly turned on at being carted around as if he weighed nothing.

Maybe it was a trust thing, or maybe it was just a Steve thing. (While he trusted Rhodey, he'd never let the other man manhandle him this way.) But whatever it was, it was hot and Tony just wanted to push the other man to the ground, tear his clothes from his body and take him apart with nothing but his hands and mouth, and perhaps his dick if they got that far.

"Fuck," Tony mumbled, his lips sliding over Steve's jaw line and down to the hollow of his throat; and then sucked, grinning savagely when a low breathy sound spilled from Steve's lips. Flicking his eyes up at the other man, he bit down hard, and all but purred, a small rumble of satisfaction, when that sound turned into a gasp and the skin bloomed red, bruising so beautifully under his teeth.

Pulling back to admire his work, Tony only took a moment to mourn that the mark would fade in hours, some primal, possessive part of him needing it there. But that feeling was short-lived, melting under the press of lips, and teeth, and the tongue at the hollow of his ear, leaving their own mark that had him gasping.

Biting back a telling moan, (and seriously, how the fuck had Steve known that was a particular weakness), Tony turned his attention back to his mark. He flicked his tongue over the bruised skin, soothing away the sting, salt and something inherently Steve thick on his tongue, making his mouth water for more. God, he tasted good.

He might joke that Steve tasted of freedom, justice and Mom's apple pie, but really he tasted, and smelled, like a man - hot, salty with a hint of musk due to his arousal - and fuck if that didn't do things to Tony's self control.

"Fuck," he repeated, his voice rough even to his own ears. "Want to fuck you so bad, but I don't think I can wait. Or last that long."

Tony slid his hands down over Steve's back, and then up under his leather jacket to graze over cotton-covered muscles, taut and bunching as he shifted Tony in his grasp. The cloth was damp under Tony's hands, molding to Steve like a second skin from the heat they were both generating, and it took everything in him not to tear it away so he could feel the skin beneath it.

"Next time," Steve murmured, his own voice gone coarse with desire.

The words sent a sharp shudder wracking throughout Tony's body. And fuck, who knew that Captain America had such a compelling bedroom voice - rough, low, dangerous, with a hint of command that made Tony's knees watery. Thank fuck he wasn't standing.

Tony lifted his head and savagely reclaimed Steve's mouth, humming when it opened beneath his and Steve's tongue licked into his mouth, curling around Tony's. He arched his back, pushing his hips forward into Steve's, intent on finding some friction, and then groaned with despair when Steve stilled his hips, a dark chuckle spilling between them as he nipped lightly at his lips, tracing them with biting kisses.

Tony whined and grabbed the back of Steve's head, digging his fingers into the short, silky locks at the base, and crushed their lips together, absolutely done with being teased by this man. He rolled his hips against Steve, and lips curled slyly when Steve hissed and his arms and hands clenched down, tightening around Tony in a delightful way. His hips bucked up into Tony, rubbing against his dick and finally, finally, gave him the friction he sought.

Holy fuck, that felt good.

But Tony only had a few moments to feel smug before Steve regained his control and stilled his hips once more, his eyes narrowing as he studied Tony with an intensity that left him aching and breathless. And then a small smile twitched at the corner of Steve's mouth as he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. "Although, just so that you're aware, when I showered after the training op, I was very… thorough."

Tony's heart stalled at that, his mind whirling at the implications, and then it fluctuated wildly enough that he briefly wondered if he was going into cardiac arrest. Tipping his head back, he narrowed his own gaze, lust a slow, hot coil low in his belly as he grit out between clenched teeth.

"How thorough?"

Steve merely arched a telling brow, a smug smile pasted onto his lips.

And just like that, the lust that had been simmering in his gut reared up and slammed through him like a freight train, the power of it hazing his vision and stealing his breath. "Jesus fuck! You can't just…you can't just say things like that to me, Rogers, and expect me to..."

Tony voice gave out and he clutched at Steve's back desperately trying to regain some sense of control over the situation. He was forty-fucking-three years old, not thirteen; he should not be acting like a god-damned, teenaged-boy with his first boner.

"Expect you to what?" Steve taunted. And fuck, that was hot. Like unbelievably, mind-numbingly hot. He could really learn to like this defiant side of Steve. The things he could do with it…

"Expect me not to just throw you on the god damned bed and fuck you until you can't walk," he hissed, low and dangerous. And Tony would do just that if this damned elevator would hurry the fuck up. Seriously, he was pretty sure JARVIS was taking twice as long just to dick with him.

"As I said before," Steve smirked. "What's stopping you?"

"Playing with fire, Cap."

"And just what are you going to do about it?"

Thankfully, at this point the doors opened to his penthouse, and Tony let his lips curl into a predatory smile, and enjoyed the way Steve's Adam's apple bobbed and his pupils dilated when Tony disentangled himself easily from his grasp and leaned in until they were mere centimeters apart, and whispered. "Famous last words, Captain."

Tony crowded Steve, walking him backwards, and all but bodily shoved him out the doors and into his penthouse, angling for his bedroom. Tony didn't even try to lie to himself. He knew that the only reason that he was even able to make Steve budge was because the super soldier wanted to. Had Steve really wanted to dig his heels in, there would have been no moving him.

But if it got Tony what he wanted - Steve sprawled across his very expensive, crimson sheets - he didn't care that his maneuvering was an illusion.

Steve just smirked, knowing full well what Tony was thinking, and slunk out of his jacket as he walked backwards, tossing it carelessly to the side before his hands went to the edge of his slate blue knit shirt. Tony cocked a brow as Steve's hands slid the material slowly up his torso, a challenging look on his face, and huffed. He reached for the knot of his tie and yanked, pulling it down and free, and tossed it over his shoulder with his own defiant grin.

So this is how Steve wanted to play it. All right, he was game.

Tony licked his lips as Steve tugged the shirt off and threw that aside as well, leaving him in nothing but a pair of well-worn jeans that molded to his hips like the hands of a lover, and stocking feet. And just when Steve had discarded his shoes, Tony had no idea, but he definitely needed to play catch up.

Sliding out of his loafers as he walked, Tony shuffled out of his jacket, allowing it to drop to the carpet with a careless hiss. He then took off his cufflinks and slid them into his pants pocket, and went to work on the buttons of his shirt just as they came to his bedroom door. Steve leaned against the closed door, hands braced on each side of the doorjamb, his eyes half-mast and lips parted as he stared down at Tony.

Tony pressed right up against Steve, his hands stilling on the buttons as they studied each other for a long moment, and then Tony looked down, unable to resist a better look. And fuck, the peak of human perfection was not a lie. Golden skin shone with a fine layer of sweat, and pulled tight over honed sinew; it truly was an awe-inspiring sight.

Releasing the folds of his shirt, Tony's hands snaked around Steve's hips, squeezing, and then slid up to splay over Steve's chest, marveling over the way the muscles bunched and twitched beneath his fingers. He slowly slid them down again, mapping each dip and curve of washboard abs and sleek skin as they came to rest at the waist of Steve's jeans. Toying with the edge of it, Tony flicked his eyes up and held Steve's gaze as he slid his fingers beneath the waistband and teased the fine, blond hairs that trailed into his jeans.

Steve's eyes darkened, the pupils blown with only a thin band of blue around them, but he otherwise did nothing; just watched Tony with an intensity that had his knees near to buckling. And that, that just wouldn't do. No way was he going to feel this out of his depth while Steve stood placidly by. So with a devilish smile, Tony slid his fingers further beneath the denim, and under the elastic of Steve's boxer briefs.

Steve hissed, the back of his head hitting the door as Tony's fingers grazed the head of his dick, and his hands flew down to wrap around Tony's hips, squeezing to just shy of pain. And then Tony was yanked against Steve and their hips ground together, trapping his hand between them.

Tony groaned and tipped his head back, baring his throat, which Steve took immediate advantage of, suckling on the skin just above his pulse. Tony slid his fingers into Steve's hair and tugged, reclaiming his mouth, his other arm sliding around Steve's neck, to cup the nape. The other man retaliated by sliding his hands around to cup Tony's ass and squeezed, rolling his hips against Tony's, shooting a shower of sparks down his spine.

Tony sucked on Steve's tongue, and rolled his hips, savoring the low groan that slid down his throat at the movement. And they stayed that way for several minutes touching, teasing, and tasting each others mouths until Steve made a frustrated sound. He pulled one hand away and slid it behind him, grappling for the door knob, only to find nothing.

Grunting, Steve continued to feel behind him until Tony finally took pity on him.

"JARVIS, door." Tony muttered, pulling away from Steve's mouth just long enough to breathe, and then dove right back in before Steve could say a word, chasing down Steve's tongue once more. He could definitely get used to doing this.

Steve mumbled his approval against Tony's lips as the door opened behind him, and then fisted the lapels of Tony's shirt, jerking him into the room and then slammed him against the door as it closed and locked behind them. Tony moaned and arched, his hand clutching desperately at the back of Steve's neck as they kissed, a wet slide of lips, frantic in their need to be as close to the other as humanly possible.

And then he choked, a slight whine sounding when deft fingers tightened in the folds of his dress shirt and yanked, ripping the few remaining buttons loose. They popped as they flew to to the four corners of the room and Tony would have protested that had he not found it incredibly sexy. Fine material slid off his shoulders, and pooled at his elbows for a second before he loosened his grip long enough to allow the poplin to fall to the floor.

Tony then slid his hands over Steve's sides and over his back, mapping out the muscles when his attention was drawn to the sound of ripping fabric.

He tore his mouth away from Steve's and stared at him blankly until he felt a draft and he realized that the remains of his ribbed, sleeveless undershirt were now clutched in Steve's hands. Stunned, he watched as Steve unclenched his fists, and the white cotton fell, landing next to his dress-shirt. And then he looked back up at Steve, slightly annoyed.

"Fuck, Cap. Impatient much?"

"It was in my way," Steve said mildly, and then had the nerve to smirk as he crowded Tony back into the door.

"You're lucky that wasn't one of my favorite shirts," Tony groused, sliding his hands down to work at the flies of Steve's jeans, determined to regain some control over the situation.

"Or I'd have to…"

And then Tony's mind went blank, his hands stilling and voice trailing off as one of Steve's hands went to the front of his pants and cupped his dick, squeezing gently. He heard the rasp of the zipper and a quiet curse when it stuck. It was followed by more tearing and he had a split second to think, 'shit Pepper's going to be pissed I ruined another suit,' as cloth fell away; but then Steve's hands were on him again and Tony just couldn't give a fuck.

Steve's breathing hitched and then he made a small, obscene noise when he realized that Tony had gone commando. Something that Tony would have typically been smug about if it weren't for the fact that his brain had short-circuited the second Steve's hand wrapped around him.

"Oh," Tony breathed, his attention focused on the slow drag of Steve's fingers as they slid up his inner thigh, and then keened as they reached their goal. "Oh, fuck, yes, right there."

Tony's hips jerked, bucking up as Steve palmed his dick and slid his hand up the length, swirling his thumb over the tip just as Tony liked it. Steve chuckled, a rich, dark, heady thing that slid over Tony's skin like silk, and pressed his lips to Tony's ear.

"So, you'd have to do what?"

"Huh?" Tony asked a bit muzzily, confused over the seeming non-sequitur.

"Your shirt," Steve purred, his hand still doing fantastic things to Tony's dick. And Jesus fuck, where the hell had Steve been hiding this side of himself? He felt cheated. "You said you were going to do what about it now? Having trouble following the conversation, Stark?"

"Smug asshole," Tony muttered, grappling at the other man's shoulders, and spreading his legs for better access. Steve just chuckled again and slid between them, his hand hot and heavy on Tony's cock, making any kind of coherent thought impossible. "Fuck if I remember; but I'm sure it would have been devious and awesome because, you know, it's me."

"So modest," Steve chided, but there was no heat to his words.

"Modesty is overrated," Tony snarked, hissing at the drag of skin on skin, his vision blurring as he felt a familiar coiling low in his belly and then groaned as he reluctantly pushed Steve away. "You need to stop that, sugar puff; otherwise this is going to be over before it's even begun."

Tony is, after all, a normal human man, not the peak of human perfection.

"Sugar puff?" Steve cocked a brow, but backed off nonetheless. Only to slide his lips along Tony's throat, tracing hot, wet, biting kisses along it and his shoulders, his hands everywhere as if he couldn't decide what he wanted to touch first. And Tony's breath hitched as one of Steve's hand hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"Apple dumpling? Pudding pop? Cookie Crisp?"

"Are you just naming off things you've had for breakfast this week?"

Steve muttered as he pulled back with a huff, a frown marring his brow.

"What do you think?" Tony teased.

"I think someone needs to shut his mouth."

Tony shivered as a hint of Brooklyn entered Steve's voice, something that only happened when his composure started to slip. And God, did he love it. That the words were growled with a sinuous roll of his hips just added to the overall effect. He inhaled sharply and bit his lip to hold back a moan as rough denim slid against sensitive skin.

And fuck, how was it that Steve was still partially dressed?

"I'm kinda wanting you to make me." Tony challenged, unwittingly parroting his words on the helicarrier when Steve and he first met. And then thrilled when Steve all but snarled at him, his control slipping a little more.

"Gladly," Steve said, a feral grin touching his lips as he grabbed Tony's wrists and pinned them to the door. He pressed his lips to his ear, and rasped in a low, dangerous tone.

"I wonder what you'd do if I were to just shove you down onto your knees and silence you with my cock."

What little of Tony's brain still functioning, ceased at that point as that image took over and filled it completely, only leaving behind a little voice to scream, 'Yes! Fuck yes! Do it!' But the only thing that spilled over his lips was a muted whimper. Steve chuckled, low and wicked, and slid both of their hands up so that they were now resting above Tony's head, and leaned into him, one leg wedged between Tony's thighs.

"Yeah, I'll bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? You have such a pretty mouth, Tony. It'd look perfect wrapped around my dick and maybe, just maybe, that'd give you something better to do with it rather than just running it pointlessly."

And seriously, what the fuck? Who was this imposter, and what the hell happened to the real Steve Rogers? This man was not the boy scout he'd always imagined. No this man played Tony like a well-tuned violin, hitting each and every one of his kinks in rapid succession, leaving him a helpless, little, puddle of goo.

"Fuck."

"Eventually," Steve agreed, rubbing his thigh against Tony's cock, shooting electricity straight across his nerves. "But I have other ideas at the moment."

And with that, Steve dropped Tony's wrists and stepped back. Tony growled at the loss of body heat. He lifted his head, and when exactly it had fallen against the door, he had no idea; he sort of lost some time once Steve started painting his little word picture there. And then he glared at Steve, ready to ask him just what the hell he was playing at, but the words never got past his lips.

Because just then, Steve slowly slid his hands down over his abs and reached for the buttons of his jeans, watching Tony the entire time. He smirked, performing a little strip tease as he popped the buttons one at a time, and then slowly slid denim and cotton from his body, to pool at his ankles.

And fuck, Tony couldn't do anything, but stare.

Steve toed off his socks and then stepped out of the abandoned clothing, kicking it to the side with a careless swipe of his foot. And then, eyes dark and still holding Tony's captive, he slid onto the bed in one smooth movement, laying himself out in a way that would do a porn star proud; and there was just no way you could convince Tony that that particular move hadn't been practiced. And it made the jealous little monster inside him rear up to wonder just who Steve had performed that particular move on.

Because Tony didn't fool himself.

He was quite aware that Steve wasn't a virgin in the least. There was no way that a man (or woman, he didn't discriminate) could join the army and live through a war without learning a few things along the way. Tony just didn't want to think about it because he was a possessive asshole and didn't like people touching his things.

And Steve may not know it yet, but Tony was staking a claim on his star-spangled ass. Fuck what the rest of the world thought of that.

"You gonna do something anytime soon?" Steve drawled, ripping Tony out of his thoughts. And Tony's jaw slackened as he refocused on Steve to find his hand snaking down over his stomach to cup his dick. "'Cause if not, I'm gonna take care of this myself."

And fuck. Just fuck.

Tony's mouth went dry, and a sweat broke across his brow, as Steve wrapped a hand around his cock, and he hummed with pleasure as he gave it a long, slow drag. Licking his lips, Tony cursed when Steve arched into his own touch, a low moan filling the room as he watched Tony from beneath his lashes, his eyes brilliant blue and wanton.

And that was all it took.

"Sassy little…," Tony growled, stumbling away from the door and nearly falling on top of Steve in his haste to get to the bed. He knocked Steve's hand away and replaced it with his own, a feral grin tugging at his lips when Steve arched into his touch.

"Damned right I'm gonna do something. Gonna spread you out on my bed. Gonna take you apart. Gonna make you beg. Gonna fuck you right through the damned mattress. Fuck, Steve, you feel so good."

"So far, all I'm hearing is what you're going to do…" Steve mocked, but it was a breathless half-hearted thing at best, punctuated by a gasp when Tony gave a vindictive twist of his wrist as he reached the head of Steve's cock. Steve bucked his hips, fucking up into Tony's hand, even as he continued. "How about you get to the doing part."

"Mouthy," Tony muttered, reluctantly pulling away, and only a bit smug when Steve whined at the loss. A whine that turned into a hum of approval when Tony straddled Steve's body, and then leaned down to press sweat-slicked skin together. "Who would have known that Captain America was a mouthy little bitch."

Steve snorted. "Just about anyone who knows me."

"You are wrecking all my illusions of you, Cap," Tony leered, and then struck like a viper, taking Steve's lips in his own, prying them apart to slip his tongue into Steve's mouth. Steve attempted to take the kiss over, fought to dominate it like he does with everything he does with Tony, but Tony had the greater experience and clamped down. He pinned the super soldier to the bed, and began to take him apart bit by bit with his mouth, teeth and tongue.

He slid down Steve's body, biting and sucking and licking, drinking down every hiss, and gasp and hitched breath like a parched man. He slid down further and buried his nose in Steve's groin, and breathed in. He smelled clean and male and musky and god damned if it didn't make Tony's mouth water for a taste.

Tony leaned down and licked a long, hot stripe up Steve's dick with the flat of his tongue, and then swirled it around the head, and over the slit. Steve cursed colorfully under his breath and bucked, and luckily Tony'd had the foresight to hold his hips otherwise he'd be choking on super soldier cock.

Although...that wasn't such a bad idea now that he thought of it.

Tony swallowed him down, not whole because that'd be ridiculous; he was talented, but not that talented. And while saliva was great and all, it didn't make for effective lube. Nor did pre-come. He could have made it easier if he'd slicked Steve up, it would have helped quite a bit, but Tony had foregone that route because he wanted to taste Steve, not lube.

He sucked on the head, swirling his tongue around the shaft, working his way down until Steve's cock hit the back of his throat, and opened it, then set a nice steady pace that had Steve moaning and swearing under his breath. Looking up at Steve from beneath his lashes, Tony deliberately hummed, delighting when the vibrations elicited another string of curses, followed by a growl as Steve's fingers tangled in his hair and tugged him up.

Hot, impatient lips met his and Tony moaned in truth when their tongues tangled and Steve sucked his into his mouth, teasing and stroking in a mimicry of the act Tony desperately wanted to to engage in, but later. Right now, he just needed to take the edge off.

"Want you," Tony panted against Steve's lips, and then groaned when Steve cupped his ass and squeezed, and then did one of the most obscene things he'd ever witnessed.

"Then have me," Steve invited, spreading his legs like a porn star. It was indecent, and profane, and salacious and fuck... Tony nearly lost it right then and there.

"Fuck, don't say things like that," Tony hissed, his fingers sliding down to bite into his own flesh as he barely held it together; because it was either that or he was going to come. "Okay. Fuck. No way am I going to last long enough to open either of us up. That'll have to wait until next time."

Tony scrambled for the drawer of the nightstand by his bed, frantically searching for the bottle of lube that he kept there. And then nearly crowed triumphantly when his fingers closed around it. Well he would have if Steve hadn't been doing wicked things that kept his mouth far too busy to articulate his triumph. Not that he was complaining by any means.

"What are you..." Steve muttered as he pulled away from Tony's mouth, casting hazy blue eyes towards the nightstand, which promptly rolled back as lube spilled between the two of them and Tony wrapped a tight hand around their cocks and stroked. "Oh...oh, fuck, yes…Tony…"

Hands wrapped around his hips and squeezed as Steve shifted his hips, fucking up into the tight circle of Tony's hand and fuck if that didn't feel amazing. Like candy and Christmas and his birthday and flying and everything Tony loved best all rolled into one.

It wasn't slow or romantic or sensual. It couldn't be; not with the months of foreplay that had led up to this point. (And seriously, this had to be the longest stint of foreplay he'd ever engaged in.) No, it was hot and fast and furious, frantic, with slick, fevered skin and hard kisses and harsh breaths and perfect, perfect, perfect.

So fucking perfect that it left him raw and open and aching. It was all that he'd never realized that he'd wanted; and exactly what he needed.

"Shit, Rogers, you feel good," Tony grunted, his eyes slipping closed as Steve's cock slid against his, rolling his own hips to meet Steve's thrusts. "Can't wait to be inside of you."

"Who says…fuck...you'll be the one on top, Stark?" Steve panted; and Tony couldn't help but chuckle at that, because, God, that was Steve all over - stubborn and defiant to the last. It was a damned good thing that he liked them feisty.

"Oh, I'm so going to own your ass, baby, just you wait and see."

"You'll have to catch me first, Stark."

"Challenge accepted," Tony grinned, and then cried out, his head falling back, pleasure jolting down his spine, as Steve pursed his lips and gave sharp, ruthless twist of his hips. Tony moved his hips helplessly as his orgasm him hit him like a sucker punch, leaving him breathless and aching and shuddering as his vision whited-out.

"Fuck, Tony, so gorgeous," Steve muttered, and then he was coming too, spilling between them, and Tony couldn't help feeling vaguely cheated that he didn't get to watch

Tony slumped bonelessly against Steve's chest, completely uncaring to the sticky mess between them. It was sex and the best kind of sex was a glorious, messy thing; and if it wasn't, you weren't doing it right. Tony had never shied away from a job well done.

"Two thumbs up; five out of five stars." Tony complimented and then paused, his brow furrowing as he considered his next words. "Infinite points to Gryffindor."

"I don't even know what that last one means," Steve complained mildly, his eyes shut and his breaths soft and even, almost as if he were on the verge of sleep.

"Would fuck again." Tony patted him on the chest with approval.

"Just fuck?" Steve slit his eyes and arched a brow.

"We'll negotiate the rest later," Tony assured. "You know, when my brain is no longer leaking out of my dick."

"Seems like the perfect time to me." Steve muttered so quietly that Tony almost missed it. Almost being the keyword.

Tony raised his head and narrowed his gaze. Steve blinked at him, the picture of boyish innocence. Tony snorted. And why did it not surprise him that Steve would use that to his advantage? Maybe he should be awarding those points to Slytherin instead.

"Oh, don't even try giving me those innocent baby blues. I'm not falling prey to them again, you troll. I know better."

Steve just smirked and ran a hand through Tony's hair, saying as he slipped into sleep.

"I have no idea what you mean."