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WHO: Tony Stark, Cloud Strife, technically open if you want to hang
WHERE: The forge? I don't know the structure of this post eludes me, it might be just network, I might just be setting up a bunch of interactions for Cloud to have with everyone else like a benevolent god
WHAT: Tony's been making things and has packages for Reeve, Tommy, Sansa and Jon, and he's not doing all of that walking himself.
WARNINGS: It is genuinely not my fault that all of Tony's posts are horny and you should just expect it now.

a text to Cloud

hey

where are you?

you want a job, right?

Come to the forge.

Outside of the forge, sitting in front of the closed door very pointedly, were five lumpy bundles, the wrapping of these clearly not Tony's strong suit. One of them seemed to be just in a big leaf. They were all labled with thin tags of impressed aluminum tied or just placed on top for Cloud to figure out where they were supposed to go with just a name-- the rest, like who any of these people were and where to find them, was Cloud's job to figure out, apparently.

At least one of them should have been pretty easy.

C L O U D
It was...a chocobo? Or how Tony remembered a chocobo looking from the glance at it in Reeve's memory. Small, grey and surprisingly heavy, it wound up to go bouncing away on weirdly articulated legs. Did Tony think he was paying Cloud?

R E E V E
It's a head.
This might be what Tony thought a cat skull looked like. It wasn't much like the design he had left for Mini-C's skeletal structure in Reeve's sketchbook, he obviously had some time, and the obsessive insomnia turned to 11 after the sleep glut and nowhere to pour his creative energy, to take a more detailed turn, and he would have used the energy to make more of the structure but they were still tight on materials. What he did make was a few servos, dangling from the skull shape like a disembodied nerve system, and a prototype pair of hands tucked safely into the dome, too delicate to be very useful to Mini, but responding to their programming housed in the skull. The systems were done, was the point.

T O M M Y
Was this what he meant by hydroponics? It wasn't like Tony had managed to miss that bit of drama on the network. It wasn't assembled, a bunch of disparate pieces that didn't come with instructions, but a note that only read 'you need a tube'.

S A N S A
This bundle had a pair of brass combs in it, stamped, much like the labels on the packages, with roses. If Sansa hadn't figured out how to keep her hair from being a mess, maybe this would be a reminder.

J O N
A very tiny little knot of a rag, about as big as the label that sat under it, and felt light enough to be empty.
It seemed to only contain a gold chain.

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Was that a warning or a promise? Reeve still managed to be incredibly sweet, and Tony wouldn't have been wasting all of this time messing around all over the room if he knew blowing Reeve would get him to call him 'darling'. He smiled, and shifted over his knee eagerly so that every wanton thrust into his own hand pressed a wet kiss of precome into the blankets and made him sigh. The murmurs of pleasure only hitched briefly as he took as much of Reeve into his mouth as he could manage, then sucked off far too slowly for Reeve's shaking fingers, working him in his fist as Tony tipped his head back into Reeve's hand, trying to get his attention to make a swift decision about Tony's obscenely, invitingly open mouth, tongue sprawled from his bruised lips to press hotly against Reeve's head.

A warning, but provided Tony kept up what he was doing, a promise as well. But it was clear to him that Tony knew what he wanted out of this, and Reeve was not going to deny him when Tony cleared wanted to cash the check his mouth had written. Which, of course, was a thought Reeve groaned over because damn he hated himself for even thinking that.

And there it was, too close to stop, and with Tony being so inviting, Reeve moves. His fingers clench tighter in Tony's hair, wanting to push him back down, and resisting the urge. That would hardly be polite.

"Finish what you started, Tony. Please."

Edited (because you shouldn't start a tag and then walk away for an hour.) 2020-07-29 19:58 (UTC)

What happened to darling? For all of Reeve's little polite gestures, Tony could hear that impatience, making him smile again as he tried to weigh the tease of it against his own. That was a foolish gambit, his own impatience was always going to win out without a firmer hand in control of it, and Tony wasn't about to deny please or the urgent heat in his gut to swallow every drop Reeve had to give him, and although he pushed insistently into the tug at his hair for Reeve to try to be a little more honest around his flowery language, Tony did get the message. He took Reeve into his mouth, tipping his forehead down onto Reeve's belly where he spread his hand as well to feel the twitch of his muscles and roll of his breath through his body.

In this moment Reeve's a mess of nerves all screaming for attention, all basking in Tony's talents. Which were ample, VERY ample. Enough to make quite a few guys jealous. Reeve? Not jealous, not while he's on the receiving end of the attention.

It's overwhelming, and not enough. It's a heat that bounds in his head and down in his veins and pours molten fire in his body. At last his fingers curl too tight in Tony's hair, and he might worry about hurting the man. But in the moment he just thrusts further, coming in hot pulses as he shudders under Tony.

There's a moment when he's limp under the other. Just a moment. Before Reeve's hand slips from Tony's hair to stroke his cheek.

"Dear, you better come up here and kiss me. Share and share alike."

Not to mention, he wants his hand on Tony and to help stroke the other off the rest of the way.

Reeve's shudder continued down Tony's spine, and he purred his appreciation for the grip in his hair and the ruthless thrust forcing him to gasp a sharp breath and swallow quickly before he let too much of his hard earned prize drool from his lips onto Reeve's stomach. In the breath Reeve took, Tony very remorsefully eased himself off, taking his time tickling Reeve with sucking kisses while he was still hard and sensitive, but was quick to give it up and move at Reeve's invitation. He dragged himself up his body, hands then elbows already braced by Reeve's shoulders to bow down as he straddled across his waist to press his hard length eagerly against Reeve's stomach, like he could wrap himself entirely around Reeve with his hands carding through his hair as he didn't obey with a kiss so much as the tease of his obscenely dripping tongue between Reeve's lips, his own still curled in a grin.

"You're such a beautiful mess," Reeve whispers before pressing up to cease those lips in a kiss. How dare he be denied. Meanwhile his hand was slipping between their bodies to take Tony in hand, fingers curling firmly around him to start stroking again.

Of course, he's very careful not to let his fingers brush over Tony's chest. Clearly the man had some sensitivities they weren't allowed to talk about.

Maybe they could talk about it, after, after Tony sighed against Reeve's lips and didn't quite meet his kiss, lips still parted but focus on the touch of Reeve's deft fingers, already overstimulated before Reeve was whispering to him and with an eager whine in his throat as he rolled his hips into Reeve. Tony's warning wasn't nearly as cohesive as Reeve's had been, scattered as Tony let his head drop to the side to nose Reeve's jaw up and pant his effusive adoration into Reeve's throat, most words semi-formed and meaningless, and he slid both hands from Reeve's hair, one tightening in the blankets above his head and the other darting past his shoulder like it might join Reeve's between their bodies, only too slow and clutching to Reeve's chest instead as Tony gave his last shameless moan into his skin.

He was laughing almost immediately, a breathless hiss of air that he barely shaped around, "Sorry," but wasn't nearly as fast to move out of the mess he painted on Reeve's chest and his shirt. He slouched into it instead, rocking his hips slowly again with an indulgent shiver, his fingers curling searchingly through Reeve's hair.

An apology? After that showing? Reeve chuckles and shakes his head. What a silly thing to hear. He reaches out, stroking only the side of Tony’s arm. Hard to figure out what was and wasn’t okay. It was a game of red light, redder light.

“Quite alright, darling. I’ll shift myself to find something to clean us up when my legs choose to pay attention again.”

This must have been entirely okay, because Tony hummed his satisfaction at 'darling' surviving Reeve's orgasm, and was obviously reluctant to peel himself away as he kissed his appreciation up the side of Reeve's neck. He did hear that very gentle request, though, and slowly rolled himself out of Reeve's way and onto his back, where he reached to stretch from his fingertips to his toes and every inch the smug cat basking in a strip of sunlight with the bloodbath behind him, gaze even sliding to Reeve like he knew the punishment was coming but had clearly earned this moment of self-satisfaction. It hadn't all been a trick, Tony thought, to test Reeve's new boundaries, but it certainly worked like one, so he must have been working sharp on irrepressible instincts. He did really think he meant a lot of it, and tried to test how much he could even trust that thought out loud, "It's the way you talk to me," as though there had only been a brief intermission that left Reeve stripped and sweating on his bed. "That I appreciate. You're generously kind, and you really don't have to be, I know my ego is more than big enough and you're, honestly, you're just making it worse for everybody else." The smile Tony tried was definitely untrustworthy, so he abandoned it quickly and frowned apologetically for still making a joke when he was trying to be sincere for once. He could have explained how much the kindness meant coming from Reeve, that would have been much better.

“Why would I be unkind?”

Unkind could come later, when he realized how he had been used. In this moment, though, he felt satisfied. Good enough that he didn’t bother moving very far. Except for shifting a touch closer to the other.

“You have no clue how intoxicating you are. To others, perhaps yes. But to me? Not even. There aren’t mean like you around in my world. The combination of what you are is unique. And my taste in women runs a very different route.”

Tony really didn't mean to suggest Reeve was ever unkind, and met him as he came closer to comb the hair back from his brow affectionately. He was like that with everybody, that was just what he sounded like, Tony just wasn't used to it and muttered, "Most people have their reasons." And the very few that didn't, like Reeve, deserved to be kissed daily in appreciation. And he didn't mean to get Reeve to justify what it was about Tony that he could be kind about, making Tony shift up onto his side with his head propped in his hand to watch Reeve more closely, pouting at first then breaking into a laugh. He suspected Reeve's taste in women carved more closely to the image of his mother working her dough in the kitchen. "I'm one of a kind in my world, too, I assure you," he said, eyebrows raised because that was it's own relief to the people that had to deal with him since he was born. At least there was only one. "Listen, I'm trying to tell you something--wait, do you mean there are women like me, is that what you're saying? What does that mean?"

Women like his mother. Oh no, that wasn’t where his tastes rested. Not at all.

“Listen he says, before asking me a question. Yes. I have met one woman like you. Genius inventor, wealthy, self confident. But she was also malicious and delighted in abusing her power and knowing that her creations could and would be used to kill. So in some ways, like you. And also nothing like you, beyond the intelligence and drive to make. Oh, and the comfort with your own body and the pleasures of it. But I couldn’t stand her.”

The similarities were not overwhelming but they existed.

“Many people in my world do not believe in the competence of women in the areas of supposed higher thought. Which is foolish.”

After a thought he shakes his head

“Shalua is also a spark of intelligence on your level. But more biology, and she doesn’t seem interested in the flesh beyond the prosthetics she makes. More concerned for her family than in losing time from work by meeting people in a private manner.”

Edited 2020-07-30 18:29 (UTC)

They sounded pretty overwhelming to Tony, making him bite his lip and start to work his fingers restlessly up Reeve's bicep like he was measuring the curve and flex of it before he smiled again. Maybe Reeve just had his own biases that he couldn't account for if he was so much more ready to tolerate Tony's complexities but not this woman's, and Tony replied quietly, "It's insidious, that one." Definitely not unique to Reeve's world, and Tony was sure every alien in Temba could report their own version of it at this point.

He narrowed his eyes with a different skepticism about Shalua, not sure if she was on Reeve's mind because he had been trying to 'meet her in a private manner', but Tony was really getting the theme here and was having a hard time believing his 'unique combination' of slutty genius was all that rare. He wasn't about to challenge Reeve on exactly that detail, because he asked, "What about you?"

If Shalua was into anyone, it was Vincent. Or women. Reeve didn’t know. She was a subordinate so it was a moot point.

“Me?” Reeve looks at Tony in shock. “What about me?”

"Aren't you the genius that builds the future?" Tony asked, and maybe there were plenty of things about Tony that Reeve didn't want to be compared to, but Tony thought a few were undeniable. His smile was twisted and teasing as his fingers moved up from Reeve's arm to wander along his jaw, touching his thumb to Reeve's lip along the shape of his beard; not just the superficial similarities. "When I was talking about the multiverse, about the fractures and the parallels--two Captain Americas from two different worlds, and the polarity--I don't know, maybe it's not really the same." It did really feel like it, though, especially with Reeve so close to him, but he also felt like Whitney was the only person on Earth who could understand him this way while she watched him from his pillows and talked about really changing her life for good.

Well now wasn’t that an interesting thought. One that makes him cringe. Though he leans into Tony’s touch for comfort.

“May I start by asking you not phrase it in that specific manner. Amusingly enough you have hit on one of Shinra’s mottos. But yes. That is a thing I aspire to. Or perhaps rebuilding the future. But I don’t believe that I am quite so inspired as you. Thus the comparison seems... unfitting. You’re something more. Witty and confident and demanding of attention in ways I could not manage.”

Was that enough? Or should be praise more lavishly?

Alright, so maybe if more of Tony's blood was in his brain than his dick, it would be more readily apparent that the parallel he thought existed was between him and that blonde heir to the throne at Shinra, but he rolled his eyes and leaned closer to nuzzle stubbornly into Reeve's shoulder, because if that was true then this polarity theory that Tony was working up meant it was going to be as easy as it ever was for Reeve to just walk away from him. Lucky for Reeve, anyway. Tony at least had the chance to snicker for now, repeating, "Listen, I'm trying to tell you something..." because Reeve just kept doing that generously kind thing and Tony could only leave a kiss along his collar for each of the nice things Reeve could express about him now. At least, Tony thought 'demanding of attention' sounded kind of nice, coming from him. He might have thought Reeve calling him names sounded nice, too. "Are you going to tell me why I'm not supposed to call you nicknames, too?" he asked, as long as Reeve was telling him the unique ways Tony had to put his foot in his mouth.

Edited (don't just hit post) 2020-07-30 20:15 (UTC)

Why he’s not supposed to... Oh. Oh that. Reeve sighs and covers his face with a hand for a moment while he groans over that.

“You noticed that. Fuck.”

For a man that tended to be overly eloquent and proper, that could be considered a very strange word choice for him. It so rarely happened. More than that, the crisp, careful tones of his accent slipped away with the curse, replaced with something not unlike that same voice but with a deep, near-Scottish accent like the mother of his memories.

Congratulations? A brief glimpse into the truer Reeve was won there. By the time he spoke again it was back to that carefully cultured accent.

“You are welcome to use nicknames. But not that one. Specifically not that one. Bad history.”

With his nose still to Reeve's throat, Tony could feel that change as much as he heard it, making him lift his head in a delighted shock that it occurred to him to try to smooth out before Reeve thought that delight was over finding a loose screw. Which, it was, kind of, not like that. The accent, Tony thought, had been thoroughly overwritten, not hidden behind a mask. The cursing was hidden, that was less surprising, no less compelling to hear.

He didn't really buy the line, though, making him shift back up onto his hand placidly, unless Reeve happened to have some bad history with 'old man', too--that was possible, Tony had a knack for that kind of thing. "Sorry," he allowed anyway, for putting that on Reeve while he was vulnerable, and for the temptation to use it against him even if Reeve didn't end up putting up with that part. His hand was back on Reeve's arm, one nail scratching idly like he picked at the peeling edge of an imperfect coating, not sure yet how to prompt him into sharing more of his real voice with Tony, searching. "Am I not supposed to ask, either?" he said, tilting his head in his hand in the deliberately innocent way that said he was going to find out if he really wanted to, whether Reeve told him directly or not.

“You are quite welcome to ask,” Reeve says, almost shocked to hear himself say it. “I just assumed you might not be interested in my failure of a love life. At least not so close to an orgasm.”

There is a lot more to be said about it, but there is an awkwardness to it.

“But if you really want more proof that I’m a fool, I can share.”

At this point, if Reeve really thought he was alone here in conducting his love life gracelessly, those blinders were on tight and maybe Tony could start to believe the compliments came so easily because Reeve was not seeing the faults. Tony opened his mouth to point this out, but it seemed far too obvious, and wrinkled his nose instead with a smiling squint, come on, man, really? This was a support group. 'Failure' and 'a fool' was not the kind of language you were supposed to use about yourself. And not interested? "I wouldn't have been treated to that orgasm without the failure of your love life," he pointed out. At least, he thought he had been laying the groundwork the first time they had spoken on Risa; maybe that wasn't what did it for Reeve, maybe power failure just made him horny. Tracing that direct line for them from Reeve's shoulder down to his elbow, Tony said, "Your bad flirting--your come in my mouth. Lay it on me, Casanova," and stuck his tongue out like that was all he was angling for.

“You are a brat at times,” Reeve sighed. But he continued anyway, his hand finally moving to flop at his side.

“Garret was my lover through college. Who encouraged me to pursue the Shinra work despite the fact that it would separate us. Years I was his partner, and we did everything. Partied. Enjoyed each other and others. Garret was worldly in ways a farm boy wasn’t. And I found out two years later when he was hired by Shinra that he was married. I was happy for him, until I met his wife in the building when she was coming to bring him lunch.”

Reeve finally looked to Tony and there was a flicker of pain on his face.

“They had been engaged, for most of the period I had been his lover. I was how he cheated on her. And he called me sweetheart.”

Tony accepted 'brat' with more pride in his grin than he had anything else Reeve had called him, and seemed to come to the belated realization with this that Reeve hadn't actually moved away when Tony thought he was encouraging him off. He had to carefully plan his attack, hand inching across Reeve's chest as he spoke, knee drawing up alongside Reeve's leg to drape over it, until he was snuggled happily against Reeve's shoulder with the man at least partially in his octopus grip. The turning gears were practically palpable as Tony processed this story, and came to the conclusion that it was had to be upsetting not to know that was what was going on. An unnecessary lie that could point to many. He had seen a similar betrayal from enough partners when he admitted his double life.

He still replied, "That has nothing to do with you," as though this had any chance of appeasing the scars Reeve obviously still had. "Is it really the...being the other man part?," he continued, not exactly skeptical, because of course Reeve's concern would be his impact on this woman's life that he didn't know, that was the generosity of his spirit. The lying part should have been more painful, for a normal person, and was easier for Tony to understand.

“It’s a lot of things, darling,” Reeve sighs. But then it’s gentled by the way the man was curled around him.

It took a bit of effort but he wormed an arm under Tony, pulling him closer. Yeah. This was better than just having Tony run off.

“It was a lot of things. How he lied to me. How he used me. That all I ever was to him was a toy while he made me believe something else.”

It’s a old pain and he doesn’t like to think about it too much.

This still seemed complicated for Tony to respond to, uncharacteristically thoughtful while he tried to pick his words carefully. He didn't mean to downplay Reeve's baggage, if he couldn't handle a pretty common petname there was clearly some processing left to do, but, "You were something to him. Could've not been." His fingers walked deliberately across Reeve's chest, like he was counting every hair, less frenetic but just as ceaseless as his usual restless movement. He had a hard time believing anyone could detach themselves enough from the poetry of Reeve to just be using him. "I've been in that position. A lot," he said, the counting pausing long enough to quickly slice his hand through the air, they weren't going into a deep dive there even though that probably meant something, sure, don't worry about it. "Usually more consciously. So I know-- I wouldn't say any of these people were cruel and toying with me, or their partners, but that they're obviously looking for something that...that maybe I can fix. I can be worth that much to them, and, you know, they don't have to be stuck with me at the end of the day. And I've been with more than a few people that, that had no qualms about telling me to my face after all was said and done, that using me was the whole point and I was a stupid son of a bitch, and they got theirs. But, I was still worth that much to them, so..."

Maybe he should just get to any point if he was going to commit to being vague. "I wouldn't do any of it differently," he mumbled, not confident in that conclusion, but definitely confident that if Sunset showed up in Temba tomorrow he wouldn't be keeping his distance. That behaviour had to be explained somehow. And maybe Reeve wouldn't feel so foolish.

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