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Torture

Desire.

Crude carnal craving.

The first time he felt it, he was in his office reviewing some cases and surgeries that he had had to postpone for the next week, due to his still-healing hand.

Suddenly a wave of pure sexual yearning struck him and his body started reacting to it most uncomfortably, at least he was alone when he had to take care of the problem, that time.

The rest of them he wasn't alone and he now had lost count of how many times he had had to run out of a room or an OR directly to the bathroom like some prepubertal boy having a really bad time transitioning to puberty, at least it never happened during actual surgeries, just at the start before he cut someone open, or right after he had sutured and finished, it was almost as if Stark knew exactly what he was doing at all times of the day, he was not stupid, he knew these body reactions had a proper name and that name belonged to an annoying billionaire, who enjoyed pissing him off at all times of the day when he was not endangering anybody's life, how was Stark doing that? Stephen didn't know, but it came to the point that he was considering to pay him a visit in his penthouse like the billionaire had so «kindly» suggested the last time they saw each other, either to make him stop his torture, or at least to force him to help release the three and a half weeks of accumulated frustration, he didn't mind if he had to surrender to the man, he was desperate now.

...

"Mr. Stark, there is someone here looking for you," his assistant let him know one night when he was getting ready to mess up with Strange again, for some reason, he found it particularly amusing spying on the doctor with Levi's help just to bother him for the hell of it, wondering when was dear Doctor Strange going to reach a breaking point.

"Send them in, Peeps," he told Pepper on the intercom and since he had a scheduled appointment with a client in some minutes he didn't bother to ask who was it, he just guessed they had arrived early.

"They are already heading up in your private elevator."

"How many times do I have to tell you that's a security breach, Pepper? " he sighed, walking to the elevator to welcome his guest.

"Commander Ross—, " he greeted when the door started to open, but before he could say anything else, Levi jumped over him from the slit opening in the door and he fell back over his butt, because of the force printed on the jump by the little animal, the otter started licking his face like he hadn't seen him in ages, "by all means Levi, is not like I had almost died from an injury on my chest just a few weeks ago," he complained, but Levi was no longer paying attention to him, his gaze was fixed in the corner of the room where he could spot his newfound red best friend.

"Need help?" Stephen offered, walking near him a smirk plastered on his face, as if he found the situation particularly funny, he then extended a hand for him to grab.

"Strange—," Tony greeted accepting the aid offered.

"Levi suddenly ignoring you when that one is around? Not so strange really," Stephen mocked pointing at Levi and the red fox.

"That one has a name," Tony said dusting off his suit.

"Well, of course, he must have one, but you were never kind enough to introduce us," Stephen sassed.

"It's not like you cared to come and met him," Stark rolled his eyes, walking to his desk to sit leaning on the edge.

"Better late than sorry?" Stephen shrugged.

"Jarv, come here," Tony told the fox and he gracefully walked towards them," Doctor Strange, meet Jarvis my spirit animal and best friend, Jarvis, meet Doctor Strange the heartless man who abandoned you and Daddy to die in a cold hospital wing," Stark said and Jarvis barely glanced at Stephen for half a second, before he went back to sit in the cushion on the corner of the room where Levi now waited for him.

"So, what can I do for you, Stephen?"

"You see, Mr. Stark, I have a problem—," he replied with a husky tone.

"What kind of a problem Doctor?" Tony asked amused.

"A big annoying one," Stephen said inching closer to the desk.

"Is that so?"

"Hmhm," he replied and it sounded more like a moan than anything else, he was so close to Stark now that his cologne flooded his nose and his breath collided with his face as the man looked at him with parted lips and hypnotic chocolate eyes.

"And what exactly is this problem of yours?" Stark asked leaning closer to Stephen until he was whispering in his ear, lips brushing against Strange's earlobe, "maybe I can help with it—."

Stephen pushed the billionaire slightly back with a hand over his chest to see his face and Tony winced at the action, as the doctor's hand landed over the exact spot on his chest that now had a big nasty scar, it didn't hurt, it was just uncomfortable, like it was not even a part of his body anymore, half numb, half sensitive skin surrounding it.

"You—," Stephen whispered in return, "my problem is you, Anthony Stark," he said and his hand currently resting over Tony's chest closed and he grabbed a fistful of Tony's burgundy dress shirt and pulled him close for a kiss.

It took Tony a few seconds to be fully aware of what was happening and Stephen was already working his way into his shocked parted lips, but it was not long before he started fighting for the dominance of the kiss, he managed to swap places with Strange until it was the neurosurgeon who sat on the desk and not him.

Stephen pressed his hips against him, shamelessly letting him feel just how much his little sexual torture had affected him on the last few weeks, so much that now a simple kiss would arouse him to this point.

Tony broke away from the kiss, flicking his head back just enough to take a glance at Stephen, he smirked when he noticed the flushed cheeks and dilated pupils.

"I knew you thought I was hot," Tony commented sliding his hands under the neurosurgeon's shirt.

"Shut up and kiss me, Anthony," Stephen demanded.

"That's a lot more demanding than I'm used to, but who am I to deny my soulmate his heart's deepest desires?" He shrugged and leaned in to kiss the doctor again.

"Do not ruin this with your sappiness, Stark,” Stephen said capturing Stark's bottom lip between his teeth, Tony smirked in response, which only drove Stephen to bite harder.

"Or what—," Tony dared him, pushing Stephen back again so he could notice his lifted eyebrow.

"Or I'll do this—," Stephen replied and before Tony knew what happened the doctor had him laying over the desk, with him on top, several items from his desk fell to the wooden floor in the process and his laptop was left on the verge to follow after them, if they made any false movement he would lose the presentation he was preparing for commander Ross, he found himself thinking that he wouldn't mind much if that happened anyway, so he pulled Stephen down for a frenetic kiss and his hands vastly slid down to the doctor's belt and he started unbuckling it.

Tony was so close to getting his prize that the emotion was already reflecting in his crotch, he finished unbuckling Stephen's pants and moved to slide his hand into his boxer briefs, but before he could reach his self-proclaimed deserved prize, the intercom turned on again and Pepper's voice flooded the room.

"Mr. Stark, the Deputy Task Force Commander Everett Kenneth Ross is on his way to your office in your private elevator."

What was it with Pepper and all those titles?

"Sorry honey, this has to wait and you have to hide," Tony said pushing Stephen off of the desk.

The tall man fell heavily on the floor.

"Bloody hell, are you joking, Stark?" He asked from the floor.

"Nope, big potential client, what are you waiting for? Hide, chop-chop!

"Why would I hide?"

"Well for starters you look like you were about to get laid, all blushed and ruffled, and if that weren't enough your erection could be spotted from the stratosphere, just hide," Tony asked with a pleading expression.

"Where?" Stephen rolled his eyes not very convinced, but before Tony could answer him, the elevator bell rang and the last thing he could see was Tony's hand pushing him under the desk.