Clint glanced at the picture, then back at Tony. “I know I really shouldn’t be upset……I mean, it’s not like you’re encouraging her……but I don’t even like it that she’s trying. I don’t like that people think they can have you. They can’t.”
Tony’s front door was locked, but it wasn’t a problem anymore. It still felt so strange to have a key to Tony Stark’s house (houses, Clint corrected mentally….his key ring had become substantially heavier as of late), but it was a good kind of strange. He had never trusted anyone with the keys to his apartment, and never been in a relationship where the other person had given him keys. But Tony seemed to trust him implicitly. Clint wasn’t used to that sort of trust. Not in his line of work. And it felt wonderful.
Tony looked up as Clint entered the living room. He was sitting on one of the multiple couches that filled the room, bare feet propped up on the coffee table. This was one of Clint’s favorite rooms in the house. It was full of huge white couches and chairs. He didn’t know why anyone would ever need this many couches, but he loved it. They were the biggest, fluffiest couches he’d ever sat on.
Tony smiled….that smile that always sent warmth flooding through Clint. That smile that was reserved for him, only him. “Hey.”
“Hi.” He tossed his keys onto the coffee table, moving to the man’s side, leaning in to give him a kiss.
“How was work?”
Clint flopped to the couch beside Tony, kicking off his shoes and putting his feet up on the table. “Exhausting.”
Tony chuckled. “Well, you can relax now.”
“Mm.” He let his eyes slip shut, enjoying the sensation of Tony’s fingers running through his hair. “….still have to deal with stalker-chick.”
Tony sighed. “You know, you can take a while to relax first.”
“Yeah, well, then I’ll be all tired and won’t want to do anything about it till later.” Clint opened his eyes, looking at Tony. “I can relax after.”
Tony shook his head. “Idiot.”
“I am not.”
“Yea you are. You should be resting.”
“I can rest after. Now where’s that picture.”
Sighing again, Tony rose, moving across the room to the bar, returning with the photo, offering it. Clint snatched it, taking a good look.
It was a perfume ad, a blonde model, mostly naked. That immediately sent a roll of anger through him (what the fuck, sending a naked photo to Tony?!), and there were, as Tony had said, red lipstick kisses on the page. But there was one thing Tony had neglected to mention. There was a note.
“……you didn’t tell me she wrote a message.”
Tony’s voice was quiet. “Yea, well, you were upset enough already.”
That was true, but Clint didn’t want to say it. He hated admitting he got jealous, and he’d already said it once today. Instead, he silently gave the photo another look. The girl WAS pretty. She smiled into the camera, her expression one of happiness and lusty pleasure as her male companion nipped and kissed her throat. Clint took in the message, the words ringing through his head.
‘Thought of you while I was taking this.’
Clint felt his blood burning, stomach churning with rage and jealousy and, above all, possession.
Mine. He’s mine, you stupid stalker bitch.
Clint realized he was clutching the picture so hard that his knuckles were turning white. He looked at Tony. The man was watching him with concern.
The paper fell through Clint’s fingers, fluttering to the floor. He pulled Tony into his arms, kissing him.
When they pulled apart, Tony was smiling. He stroked Clint’s face, hand cupping it. “You had me worried for a minute there.”
“Hnn. Sorry. Just…” Clint glanced at the picture on the floor, then back at Tony. “……don’t like it. I know I really shouldn’t be upset……I mean, it’s not like you’re encouraging her……but I don’t even like it that she’s trying. I don’t like that people think they can have you. They can’t.”
Tony shook his head. “No. They can’t.” He paused. “………you’re still gonna fire a ’fuck you’ arrow at her, right?”
Clint burst out laughing. “Fuck yeah. She needs to know. I have to let her know that you’re off limits.”
“Oh, good.” Tony was grinning. “I love it when you’re possessive.”
“Oh?” Clint pulled Tony closer, arms slipping around his waist. “Good. Cuz I don’t intend to stop.”
“Mm……I have no problem with that.”
“Good.” Clint kissed Tony, softly, slowly deepening the kiss. One of his hands slipped beneath Tony’s shirt, stroking the soft skin at the small of his back, and Tony shivered.
Clint nuzzled Tony’s throat. “…want you.”
Tony nodded. “I’m yours.”
“Hnn. Don’t know how good it is to hear that.”
“Well, I’ll never stop telling you.”
“Good.” He tugged Tony’s shirt up and off. “Off. All of it.”
Tony laughed. “Well, then. Awfully demanding today, aren’t we?”
“Shut up and get naked.”
“Only if you do, too.”
“What….you think I’m just going to sit here and watch you?”
“Don’t know. You’re a kinky fucker. You could have something weird in mind.”
“No. Not today.”
“Oh, good. Cuz I was rather hoping you would fuck me?”
“That’s the plan.” Clint kicked his pants aside and flopped back onto the couch, looking up at Tony, who looked surprised, but a pleased smile crossed his face.
“……..I think I like where this is going.”
“Good. Oh. We should get….” but he didn’t get to finish. Tony was digging through the clothes on the floor, reaching into his pants pocket and fishing out a tiny container of lube, smiling. “……….what the fuck.”
“Hey, you said you were coming over to show me who I really belonged to. I figured I’d be prepared.”
Clint had to laugh. “Fucker.”
“Yup.” Tony crawled into Clint’s lap, straddling his hips, a hand cupping his face as they kissed. Clint fumbled blindly for Tony’s hand, for the lube. Tony pressed it into his hand and somehow, through joint effort, they managed to get it open without breaking the kiss.
“Here……sit up a bit.” Clint stroked Tony’s back, guiding him into a better position, pressing two slick fingers into him. Tony arched at the sensation, hand gripping Clint’s shoulders.
“Working on it.”
“Yea? Well work faster.”
“You should know by now that A) I don’t shut up, and B), when you fuck me, I just get louder.”
“True. Maybe I just shouldn’t fuck you.”
“Like you’d be able to stop…..ha. Fuck. Dammit, Clint.”
“Okay, okay.” He stroked Tony’s back as the man sat back, moaning as Clint breached him.
“Yea. Damn. S’good.” Tony gave an experimental roll of his hips and Clint gasped. Tony smirked at that reaction. “Good?”
“Fuck yea. You feel amazing. Don’t stop.”
Still with that obnoxious, patented Tony Stark smirk on his face, Tony rocked in Clint’s lap again, only this time, Clint was ready, and he rolled up to meet him. Tony let loose with a string of expletives.
“Fuck! Fuck Goddammit shit Jesus H Christ!”
Clint burst into breathless laughter. “Good?” he teasingly echoed Tony’s question of seconds earlier.
Tony was obviously feeling too good to care. He nodded vigorously. “Yea. Fuck yea. Don’t stop.”
It didn’t take them long to find a rhythm that worked for both of them. Clint was hitting that sweet spot on every thrust, and Tony was coming apart. He had a hand in Clint’s hair, the other clutching his shoulder. His hair was a mess, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded. Clint couldn’t take his eyes off him.
“You look fucking gorgeous.”
Tony blinked at Clint through his lashes, eyes heavy with lust. Clint couldn’t handle it. He knew he was going to lose it, but he wanted Tony to find his release, too.
He reached between them, fingers wrapping around Tony’s cock, stroking it. Tony cried out, hips bucking, and that was all Clint could take. He came hard, Tony’s name on his lips, and he felt wet heat spatter his hand as Tony followed him.
Clint sat, nuzzling Tony’s throat, kissing along his shoulder, listening to the man’s rapid breathing. “I love you.”
“Hnn.” Tony chuckled, the noise rumbling in his chest, and sending little butterflies through Clint’s stomach. “Love you too.” After a moment more, Tony rolled off Clint’s lap, giving the man a poke. “Hey….lay down.”
Clint complied, stretching out on the couch, and Tony lay beside him, head on his chest, a leg tangling with the other man’s. Clint kissed his forehead, and though he couldn’t see it, he knew Tony was smiling at the action.
“……..you said my name.”
“When you came. You said my name.”
The memory came flooding back, the way he had cried Tony’s name when his release hit, and Clint flushed red. “….I……..yeah.”
Tony looked up at him, obviously sensing his embarrassment. “…….is that bad?”
“Yea? Cuz you seem embarrassed.”
“I’m not embarrassed!” But Tony arched a brow at him and Clint had to explain further. “I just…….I don’t usually do that. It’s extremely…intimate.”
Tony laughed. “I would think so. I mean, we ARE having sex.”
Clint swatted the side of his head. “Ass. I don’t mean intimate like that. I mean emotionally intimate. I don’t usually do emotionally intimate.”
“Oh.” Tony was silent for several moments, mulling that over. “…….but you do with me?”
“…..and……..are you okay with that?”
“I….” But really, despite his embarrassment, there was only one honest answer. “…..yeah. I am.”
The smile Tony gave him was worth any amount of embarrassment. “Yea? Really?”
“Really, you dumbass. I love you.”
Tony leaned in, giving Clint a kiss. “I love you too.” He grinned. “That was pretty awesome.”
Clint laughed. “You think?”
“Oh yea. One of your better ideas.”
“Ha. Glad you enjoyed it.”
“Oh, I did.”
“Good. Now……..” Clint propped himself up on an elbow, just enough that he could see the photo on the floor. “……think we have some unfinished business to take care of.”
Tony grinned. “Oh yea.”
~*~ 6 Months Later ~*~
The gala was one of the biggest events of the year. Tony Stark was in attendance, once again with Agent Clint Barton on his arm. It had been confirmed at last that the man was his personal bodyguard. No one was quite sure why Iron Man needed a bodyguard, but that was the official statement, so there was no point in pressing it; no other answer was forthcoming.
Both men turned. Clint’s face immediately clouded over. Tony looked both alarmed and amused.
The gorgeous blonde smiled at them. “Come on, Tony. No formalities between us. It’s Jenny! How have you been? I haven’t seen you in so long!”
“I’m okay. Oh, I don’t believe you’ve met my friend. This is Clint.”
At the mention of the name, the Jenny’s face went white as a sheet, remembering a message that had been delivered months earlier via arrow. Fuck off, bitch. He‘s mine. Clint. “Ah……I…..I should probably be going.”
“Yeah, why don’t you do that,” Clint’s voice was as angry and possessive as his expression.
Jenny turned and practically ran away.
Tony laughed, punching Clint’s shoulder. “You’re such an ass!”
“What? She deserved it! Stupid stalker bitch.”
“I think the flaming arrow you shot through her window probably scared her enough.”
“Obviously not, if she’s still trying to get your attention.”
“Well if not, she certainly won’t try again.”
“Good.” Clint looked into Tony’s eyes, those blue eyes full of heat. “Want to go home? I’m feeling a bit……cooped up.”
That expression sent a shiver down Tony’s spine. He smiled. “Sounds good to me. Besides…….think I could use a reminder of who I belong to.”
“Oh?” Clint gestured to the valets to bring the car around, smiling at Tony. “…..I think that can be arranged.”