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Clint yawned as he stepped out of Tony's beach house. He took a sip of his coffee as he watched Steve try to convince Hulk that they weren't training today. Clint leaned on the railing beside Phil. "What is he doing?"
Phil shrugged one shoulder. "JARVIS suggested a bonding exercise to help Hulk feel more a part of the team."
"Steve looks like he's trying to explain a beach ball to him."
"Yep."
Clint frowned. "Hulk will just flatten the ball won't he...No, wait, let me guess, Tony made the ball."
Phil nodded towards Iron Man sitting on the big beach ball. "He says it'll bounce off anything Hulk hits it against. He built in an AI that knows what it is about to hit so Hulk can throw it as hard as he wants without killing what he's hitting."
"Awesome." Clint gulped down the rest of his coffee. "I'll wake up Nat."
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Hulk mournfully poked at the ball with a finger. "Hulk break."
"You won't break it." Iron Man's false face moved to show Tony-inside. "It won't break. I designed it with you in mind, buddy."
Frowning, Hulk bounced the ball against the ground with the flat of his hand. "Hulk break everything."
"Not everything." Tony-inside looked to Starman. "You didn't break Steve yesterday. Or Clint. Or Natasha."
Hulk blinked and bounced the ball a little harder. "Could."
"Yeah, and I could explode, but you don't see me doing that, do you?"
Starman turned to stare at Tony-inside. "Explode?"
Iron Man's face snapped into place. "What, Steve, you didn't think about the fact that I've got a tiny arc reactor in my chest that shouldn't be possible to be as small as it is. Think it through. Yes, explode. Only, since I'm really smart and my math is perfect, it doesn't." Iron Man kicked the ball into Hulk's shins. "Throw it, buddy."
Hulk huffed and knocked it gently towards Spaceman.
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Bruce came awake to the same ceiling as the day before. "Huh." He sat up and looked around at the team sleeping all over. "Okay, we are not all sleeping out here again." Bruce got up and poked Phil awake.
"What?"
"We should all find rooms."
Phil blinked and looked around. "Sounds good." He nudged Steve awake. "Help me with Clint."
Bruce watched them as Steve carried Clint and followed Phil from the room. Natasha's eyes opened before Bruce actually touched her shoulder.
"Hey." Bruce smiled down at her. "I thought you might like to go sleep in a bed."
Natasha blinked and looked down her body to Tony asleep on the couch by himself. "Yes." She looked up at him. "Don't try to touch my shoulder. Touch my foot next time."
Bruce nodded. "Sure. I'll keep that in mind."
Natasha yawned and stretched as she wondered out of the room. "Bruce, please get around to fucking Stark soon. The man is driving me nuts."
"Uh." Bruce stood there like a idiot until he heard a door click closed down the hall. He turned towards Tony. "Okay."
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Steve smiled as Clint sleepily nuzzled at his neck. He eased Clint down to the bed and smiled at Phil. "We're becoming a better team."
Phil smiled. "We are, yes." He molded himself to Steve's side. "You look very nice when you are wet."
Steve grinned. "We could take a shower."
"We could."
Steve shook Clint gently. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. Phil wants to ravish you in the shower."
Clint blinked awake and rubbed at one eye. "Ravish? Phil, what does ravish mean to him?"
Phil chuckled as he took off his loosened tie.
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Steve hadn't been that sure about sex in his old time. It had always seemed...untoward somehow. At least the way Bucky had gone about it. In the future, where people in ads showed more skin than most of the pinups Steve had ever seen in anything his men had had, sex was more and less than untoward. It was a glorious mess that Steve was certain he was becoming addicted to.
Steve eased Phil against Clint more tightly and rubbed at Phil's hole. "I like this. Everything we do." He spread more of the scented lube Clint had found in the shower's wall compartment. There had been dick shaped...toys in there. Steve had stared until Clint had whispered in Steve's ear that they could play with them.
Steve pressed lube into Phil and watched avidly as Clint pressed a slicked up toy to himself. Clint panted as he eased it in. He was kneeling in front of Phil, turned towards the wall so they could both see everything he was doing to himself.
Phil roamed a hand across Clint's shoulders as he shivered from Steve pressing in more lube. "You like fucking, darling?"
Steve grinned and kissed the side of Phil's neck as he lined himself up. "Yes. I love it." He thrust in and reveled in Phil arching and making a wonderful moaning sound.
Clint watched them over his shoulder as he pressed more of the dick-shaped toy into himself. Steve wrapped an arm around Phil and used his thigh muscles to bend them down towards Clint.
"Kneel up, Clint. Phil wants to reach your toy."
Clint groaned and knelt up on his knees. Phil cupped Clint's hanging sac as he used his other hand to twist the toy inside Clint.
Steve rocked his hips as Clint arched back towards them. Phil's breathing hitched and he turned his face towards Steve's neck.
"More."
Steve grinned and settled them down behind Clint. He reached in under Phil's hand to press at Clint's slick hole. "Clint."
Clint panted, one hand braced agains the shower wall. "Fuck me."
Phil pressed a button on the bottom of the toy and it buzzed. Steve's eyes widened as Clint writhed, his whole body jerking as the buzzing changed pitch. Phil tugged and stroked Clint's scrotum.
"Come on. You can give it up for me, can't you?"
Clint whined and his free hand came back to clutch at Steve's hip. "More."
Phil twisted the toy down into Clint. Steve pressed them closer, putting Phil's erection up against the end of Clint's toy.
Phil stiffened and jerked hard as his orgasm broke over him, splattering Clint's back. Steve thrust slowly so that Phil's milking him didn't bring him over. Clint whimpered under them as Phil flicked the toy off.
Steve carefully pulled out and he helped Phil set down, gasping, on the bench beside them. "Okay?"
Phil nodded and gave him a thumbs up before pointing at Clint, who was jacking himself harshly and on the verge of tears.
Steve nodded and fitted himself to Clint's back. "You're alright, love." He pulled the toy free and pressed his fingers into Clint. "Wide open, aren't you?"
Clint whimpered and turned his head to kiss up and down Steve's neck and part of his chest.
Steve explored Clint with his fingers as he slicked himself more. "With us, aren't you? Our...partner."
Clint's movements started to become more erratic and Steve added a fourth finger to his thrusts. He wrapped his other hand around Clint's chest to hold him in place. Steve's fingers found Clint's nipple, so Steve twisted it gently back and forth.
Clint's body clinched up, his hips jerking in little rhythmic movements as Clint spilled over his own hand. "Fuck."
Steve grinned and pulled his fingers free. "Don't mind if I do." He thrust in as hard as he dared. Clint cried out and kept making wonderful sounds as Steve pressed them up to the wall to help keep the power of his thrusts under control.
Phil's hand stroked down Steve's spine and it was suddenly much easier to focus and draw out Clint's pleasure.
Steve felt the trembling start that was a prelude to Clint's body giving up and Clint passing out. Steve pressed his hand to Clint's sternum and grinned at the feel of Clint's heartbeat. "Love...you."
Clint's eyes closed and he went limp. Steve whimpered and started to pull away until Phil's hand landed on his shoulder.
"Stay in him. He'll wake back up in a minute." Phil's nimble fingers stroked down the crack of Steve's ass. "Remember what I said his favorite fantasy was?"
Steve nodded shakily. "I...remember." He spread his knees wider and shivered a little as Phil worked a fingertip into him.
"Your eyes got so wide when you saw the toys."
Steve nodded, panting. He dropped his forehead to Clint's shoulder. "They...are something."
Phil's fingers stroked so slowly. "Did you see one you were curious about?"
Steve shivered harder as Clint started to rouse in his arms. "I...I've never seen anything shaped like the blue one."
Phil chuckled and his fingers twisted deeper into Steve with a deft move. "The one shaped like a tentacle."
"Is that what it is?" Steve moaned as Clint tightened his muscles around Steve's cock. "I mean..."
"You mean, what could a sex toy be doing shaped like a tentacle?"
Clint moaned and pressed back onto Steve. "Fuck, fuck. I..." He turned his head so he could see them both over his shoulder. "Please...please."
Steve circled his hips and a cool tip of something that wasn't Phil touched Steve. "Clint..."
Clint was frantic, trying to fuck himself on Steve's cock. Steve pressed them tight to the wall as Phil thrust into Steve in little slow movements. Steve panted into Clint's neck as Phil filled him up with a toy.
Steve panted, groaning as the toy's weird bumps and little molded sucker shapes made themselves known at the rim of Steve's anus. It was tantalizing in a way an actual cock normally wasn't. Steve leaned more on Clint as Phil thrust more of the toy in.
Clint's hand fluttered along Steve's hip and back to feel at Steve's hole. "Fuck. You've got it all, Steve."
Steve turned his head to catch Phil's eye. "More."
Phil smiled at him and pressed a button. Steve's world exploded and he fucked Clint fast, hard and shallow, at a punishing pace as the vibrations rode through Steve's insides. It was lovely and powerful and then Phil tipped the toy's point down into Steve's prostate.
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Clint reveled in being pinned in the corner as Steve tried to fill the empty hole left by the vibrations of the dildo Clint had fucked himself with. Steve's weight pressed him into the corner harder as Phil flicked on the vibrator of the tentacle shaped dildo he'd put into Steve.
Clint threw his head back to touch Steve's shoulder as Steve started fucking in a rough way he normally never allowed himself. Clint whimpered and braced one hand in the corner to help him hold his chest out from the wall.
His other hand was busy pressing at Steve's hole as best he could as Phil made them both into mush. Clint shuddered as Steve's fucking triggered another, more intense, but slower orgasm.
Clint rested his forehead against the wall as suddenly there was water raining down on their backs.
Phil's voice was rough as he leaned over Steve's shoulder. "You're being fucked by it, aren't you, Steve? Fucked raw and wide open."
Steve's mouth latched onto the back of Clint's neck. Clint shivered as Steve started sucking on his skin.
Phil pressed a kiss to Clint's shoulder. "You aren't done by far, are you?"
Steve's noises were muffled, but Clint could feel the thrusting speeding up.
Clint bowed his head just a little more. "Steve...do you want to be wider open?"
Steve's teeth dug into Clint's skin as he gave Clint several deep thrusts before going over the edge.
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Phil eased Steve down onto his side and turned the water down to a fine mist. Clint was slumped into the corner, still panting. Phil grinned at Steve's semi-hard state, even now.
Clint blearily peered at him. "That was...awesome."
Phil smiled at him. "Yes."
Pushing himself off the wall, Clint flopped down mostly on Steve. "So, toys?"
"Toys." Phil smiled down on them.
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Bruce laid Tony down on the widest bed he'd seen of Tony's yet. Bruce pulled back the covers and shifted Tony into the bed. He climbed in beside Tony and sighed as he settled in. He checked Tony's mostly healed burn and then curled around Tony to sleep.
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Tony woke up too hot. He pushed the covers off with his feet and lay in the cool air, petting Bruce's hair where he lay wrapped around Tony. "Bruce."
"Yeah?"
"You want to make love?"
Bruce lifted his head and stared at Tony through narrowed eyes. "Did you hit your head?"
Tony grinned and wiggled out of his pants and underwear. "Nah. Not this week."
Bruce blinked and wrapped his hand gently around Tony's nearer arm. "Tony."
Tony pushed at Bruce's boxers. "I figured it out."
Bruce let Tony strip him. "Figured it out?"
"Yeah." Tony pushed Bruce over onto his back and crawled on top of him. "You want me. Not my money or the company. I want you. All of you, but not for your rage. Sex would be an expression of that. Right?"
Bruce smiled and wrapped his arm around Tony's shirt clad back. "Yeah, you did figure it out."
Tony grinned wide. "So. Sex?"
Bruce chuckled. "Sex." He rolled them over. "Which do you like better, Tony, being penetrated or doing the penetrating?"
"I want..." Tony smirked. "Both."
"What?"
Tony wiggled out from under Bruce. "This is my island get away. I have the outrageous sex stuff here."
"Tony, I've seen the Tower's bedroom. You have outrageous sex stuff everywhere."
Tony grinned wide. "True." He touched a button and a panel popped open on the wall. Tony reached in and withdrew a curved dildo. "I say I fuck you and you fuck me with this. It'll do until I can get a scan of your erection for a production run."
"Production..." Bruce shook his head. "Wow. Okay." He took the dildo from Tony and leaned in close. "You have any shaped like you?"
Tony smirked. "Of course, I do."
Bruce nodded and went over to the panel. "Which one is it?"
Tony frowned as he stepped up close. "Why? I want to fuck you myself."
Bruce put back the dildo Tony had chosen and pulled out the one Tony was pointing at. "You will. I'm going to fuck you with this." Bruce waggled the dildo at him.
Tony's eyes went wide. "Oh!" He pushed on Bruce's side. "Hurry up."
Bruce tripped Tony over into the bed. "Slow down. We'll get there."
Tony's hand roamed over Bruce's ass and thighs as he looked in the bedside table for lube. "I've been waiting forever, Bruce."
Bruce turned and pushed him down, bottle of lube in his free hand. "Tony, I promise we will fuck every night for the next month if you will settle down for two minutes."
Tony wiggled onto the bed and spread his legs. "Every night. Sometimes twice?"
"At least once I'll see how many times I can make you come and you can see if you can give me a repeat of the dry orgasm I once had."
Tony grinned. "Awesome. Hurry up."
"Slow down." Bruce was careful, gentle with his fingers as he opened Tony. "We're going to do this again and again, Tony. Open you up like this."
Tony reached above his head to grip at the edge of the mattress as Bruce pressed into him with three fingers. "Fuck me. Sweetheart...please."
Bruce kissed Tony's temple and swept the fingertips of his free hand up Tony's erection. "Breathe, Tony."
Tony gulped in air as Bruce pulled his fingers free. Tony reached for Bruce as he lubed up the dildo.
"Shaped like you. Sized to you as well, isn't it?"
Tony whimpered and pulled his scrotum up out of the way. "Please. Please, sweetheart."
Bruce kissed Tony's collarbone and rammed in the dildo to the hilt. Tony arched up hard and dropped back down, moaning.
"Like it, don't you?"
Tony's hips gave little jerky movements as Bruce wiggled the dildo in place. "Oh, oh."
Bruce gave Tony's cock one firm stroke before wrapping a cock ring around him. Tony whimpered, lifting his head to look down his body before dropping his head back to the bed with a thud.
"Want to be wrapped up, Tony?"
Tony shivered and shook his head. "Bare. Messy...but good."
Bruce kissed him long and softly, gentling Tony whenever he started to try to make the kiss into a power struggle. Bruce lubed up Tony's cock. "I have this trick I can do. Want to see it?"
Tony whimpered as Bruce straddled him, facing Tony's feet. "Y-yes. Fuck..."
"Yep." Bruce held himself still and then with Tony's help to hold Tony's erection at the proper angle, Bruce sank down slowly. "Fu...Learned...this during...a class." Bruce grinned at Tony over his shoulder as he stopped with Tony buried in him. "Biofeedback is useful for more than experiments."
"Bruce." Tony's voice was breathy and shaking.
Bruce ran his hand over Tony's knee and braced himself with one hand on the bed as he used the other to move the dildo in Tony in time with his own movements up and down Tony's dick.
Tony panted and lifted himself up to grab at Bruce's shoulders. "Ah...Sweetheart..."
Bruce settled into his rhythm and lifted his bracing hand to jack himself. "Come on...Fuck me, love."
Tony's noises grew and quickened. He planted one foot against the bed and matched Bruce's pace. "Ooooh."
Bruce slammed down harder. "That's it." He twisted the dildo in Tony. "Shaped just like you. You're fucking yourself, aren't you?"
Tony's hands slipped down to Bruce's sides. "Yesss...More, more."
"More?" Bruce quit stroking himself and used that hand to knead Tony's balls gently. "Aching yet? Is the need...consuming you?"
Tony writhed as Bruce kept it up. "Plea...se. Bruce..."
"There...you are." Bruce popped open the cockring and pressed the dildo in as far as he could get it.
Tony shouted and arched up against Bruce's back. Bruce panted as Tony's cock twitched inside him. Then as Tony flopped back down, Bruce moved the dildo.
Tony jerked and whimpered. His hand snaked around Bruce's hip to grope clumsily at Bruce's cock.
Bruce took Tony's hand and wrapped him around himself. "So good, love." He jacked himself off as Tony's dick softened inside him.
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Tony put the dildo into the toy cleaner and came back out to find Bruce snoring into his pillow. "Awesome." Tony smiled gently down at Bruce as he climbed in beside him. "J, did he get near the red zone?"
"Borderline while orgasming."
Tony nodded. "He has it under control."
"Perhaps he is feeling more settled given that the Hulk now knows that he is part of a team, sir."
Tony cocked his head. "Yeah, that probably helped too." He settled next to Bruce and yawned. "He didn't stress about the endearment?"
"No, sir."
"Good." Tony rubbed at his reactor through his shirt. He'd need to check the discharge in the morning and see if it was more than usual. He'd think about taking off his shirt for the next time they made love. "Check all the usual, J."
"Everyone is in good health. Collective stress levels are lower this week than at anytime since the formation of the Avengers. The healing of Agent..."
Bruce rosed up. "What?"
Tony soothed his hand across Bruce's chest. "Nothing important."
"Oh." Bruce looped his arm around Tony's shoulders. "Sleep?"
"I'm manic after sex. I'll sleep after while."
"Hmm. 'Kay." Bruce's arm went slack.
Tony blinked down at him. "He didn't yell."
"Indeed not. Perhaps, Doctor Banner is the individual you appear to have been looking for all these years?"
Tony grinned and laid down with a tablet to work near Bruce until Tony felt he could go to sleep. "Yeah, I think so, J."
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Steve grinned up at the ceiling. He'd mention better soundproofing to Bruce in the morning. They were faint, but Steve's ears were much better than he'd ever allowed anyone to know about.
"I trust there will not be a problem, Captain?"
Steve jumped and blinked up at the ceiling. "No, JARVIS, no problem. I'm happy for them. You might show us to room at opposite ends of the house tomorrow, though, alright?"
"The rooms are soundproofed."
"Not well enough for my heightened senses, JARVIS."
"Very well. I will rearrange accommodations. Would you like the preferred toys moved as well?"
Steve could feel the blush creeping up his neck. He pulled Clint and Phil in just a little. "Yes, please."
"The room at the west end of the house will be ready tomorrow, Captain."
"Thanks, JARVIS." Steve turned his head to touch his nose to Clint's hair. "Sometimes the future scares me."
Clint patted sleepily at Steve's chest. "I'll find you another textbook."
Steve grinned and huffed out a quiet chuckle. He drifted off to sleep, relaxed and happy.
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