Riots in Russia: Epilogue

“They should just know.”  Tony ran a hand through his hair, tousling it.  “It should just be an innate knowledge.”

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*NOTE* – I have nothing against religious organizations. I myself am Catholic.  No offense is intended towards the mentioned religious organization.


The knock on the door was ridiculously loud, shattering the silence of the room.  Tony pulled away from Clint with a discontented sound.  “What the hell.”


“Knocking.  Someone’s knocking.”


He gave Clint a look as though this should be incredibly obvious.  “We’re making out.  In bed.  Naked in bed.  No one should be knocking.”

Clint laughed.  “And they’re supposed to know this?”

“Yes.”  The answer was immediate.

“Oh, okay.”  Clint pushed himself up onto his elbows.  “And how exactly is that?”

“They should just know.”  Tony ran a hand through his hair, tousling it.  “It should just be an innate knowledge: do not knock, sexy times are happening within.”

Clint shook his head, smiling.  “I know you’re a genius, darlin’, but somehow I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Oh?”  Tony arched a brow, grinning.  “Think I should be more specific?  Would you rather I hang a sign on the front of our house?  ‘Go away, Tony and Clint are fucking’?”

Clint burst out laughing.  Tony grinned at him.  “No, I don’t think so.  I prefer to keep that knowledge to myself.”

“Oh, do you.”

“Mm…..I do.”

Smiling, Tony leaned in, giving Clint a soft, slow kiss.  Another knock came, loud and insistent, and Tony broke away with a groan.  “Come ON!”

“Hey, hey…. it’s okay.”  Clint stroked his cheek, kissing him.  Tony smiled back, then an idea hit.

“Oh.  Oh man.”


Tony pulled away, sliding from the bed.  “C’mon, get up.”  Confused, Clint complied.  Tony tugged the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around Clint’s waist.  “Now go answer the door.”


“You heard me.  Go answer the door.”  Clint was still staring at him as if he were crazy.  Tony grinned.  “And make sure you speak Sandawe.”

Clint stared at Tony, the words slowly sinking in.  “…….”  A smile spread across his face and he shook his head.  “You evil, devious little fucker.”

Tony laughed.  “Yup.”  He gave Clint a little shove towards the door.  “Go on.  I’ll be out in a minute.”

Still shaking his head, Clint headed towards the front door, making sure to hold the bedsheet securely around his waist.  The knocking was still persistent.  He opened the door.  There were two people there, a man and a woman.  They were both in very nice, respectable clothes, the man in a sweater vest and dress slacks, the woman in a skirt that came just past her knees and a pair of dressy but sensible shoes.

The man gave Clint a big smile, more fake than the worst of Tony’s press smiles.  “Good afternoon.  Do you have a few moments to talk about the word of God?”

Clint responded with a series of clicks.  I’d rather die.

The couple looked at Clint, puzzled and uncertain.  “…..what was that, sir?”

Clint clicked again.  Go the hell away.

The couple exchanged glances.  They were clearly at a loss for what to do.  “….um…”  The woman spoke up hesitantly.  “….do you understand us, sir?”

Tony came into view suddenly.  Swaggered, really, was the only way to describe it.  He was wearing a bathrobe, loosely tied shut, exposing his toned chest and the arc reactor, which gave Clint a momentary flare of jealousy, that other people were seeing it.  That was his.  But he knew what Tony was doing, the reaction he was seeking, and from the expressions on the couple’s faces, he knew it was working.

“Sorry,” Tony said, and he moved in close to Clint, slinging an arm about his waist and tugging him close, pulling their bodies flush together.  “This is my house boy, Diego.  He doesn’t speak English.”

Clint nearly choked, and he had to bite his lip to hold back the laughter.  He had not at all been expecting THAT.  And by the looks on the faces of the two before them, neither were they.  They looked stunned and horrified.  And now Tony was stroking his hair, his cheek, thumb tracing across his lower lip as he gazed lovingly at Clint.  Finally he turned his attention to the couple, making a great show of tearing his gaze away from Clint as though it were killing him to do so.

“Now….what can I help you fine people with?”

“Nothing!”  The man’s voice actually cracked as he answered, shrill with something akin to fear.  “It’s nothing.  We’ll be going.  Have a nice day!”  And with that they left so fast they might as well have been running.

Tony shut the door behind them and flopped back against it.  Clint practically collapsed to the floor, laughter bursting forth.  “Diego?” he managed.

Tony grinned down at him.  “You like that one, do you?”

“Oh man.”  Clint managed to catch his breath.  “Yeah.  I do.”  He rose to his feet, letting the bedsheet slip to the floor.  The action didn’t go unnoticed by Tony; his eyes swept the length of Clint’s naked body, taking in every inch of flesh.  Smiling, Clint stepped in closer, inches away, their forms practically touching.  “So….as your house boy, I’m supposed to keep you happy…..right?”

There was a sharp intake of breath.  Tony managed a jerky nod.  “That….that’s the basic idea, yes.”

Clint took Tony’s hand, a smile on his face.  “Well then, let’s get you back to the bedroom, Mr. Stark.  I think I’ve got a few thoughts on how to satisfy you.”



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  1. Windstorm124

     /  April 10, 2014

    This. Was. Hilarious! You made my day. I was having a really, really bad day, but then I read this, and now it’s better. Thank you so much.

  2. cutsycat

     /  April 11, 2014

    Oh. That was awesome. I loved the Sandawe and the confused people of god. It was awesome.

  3. Paisley15

     /  April 11, 2014

    *snort* That’s awesome and hilarious!

  4. fuzzyelf76

     /  April 12, 2014

    That was hilarious! so funny!


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