A Revelation of Rain

Knight Takes the Bishop

"You want to live at Kamar Taj." Stephen repeated. He laid his hand on top of Tony's, stopping him from his below-the-waist explorations. 

"Yeah, of course! If it was good enough for you, it's good enough for me. I'd enjoy it, I'm sure. All Zen and whatnot. Maybe it will be good for my soul."

Stephen lay back on the bed, looking at this man who was now his lover. His actual lover. They'd made love. He'd been inside Tony, claimed his body and connected them intimately. All at once, he felt the same warmth rush through him that he felt after he'd made love to a woman. He reached out for the man, pulling him into his arms and cradling him there. 

"It's not what you'd expect, Tony. They'll want you to train with them."

"What, and learn magic?"

"The preferred term is the Mystic Arts. But yes. You would have that option. Of course, if you just wanted to live there and work on your own mental wellness, that would be embraced and encouraged too. Dammit....stop that." 

Tony was stroking him, leaning down to press kisses along his length. The need was rising in Stephen again, and he took a deep breath. Let it out. Tony grinned, looking up at him from the comfortable place he nestled in his arms. 

"You think I'm done after one round, Doc? Is that how it is with you? Your girlfriends must be frustrated."

"No woman has ever left my bed unsatisfied." Stephen snapped. Tony gently pushed him onto his back, leaning over him to kiss his chest. That only annoyed Stephen further. "This is different. It should be out of my system. I shouldn't...."

"Shouldn't still want me? Shouldn't still physically want a man? Face it, Stephen Strange. You're firmly bisexual. At least when it comes to me. Kind of surprised you never got frisky with any other man in your life. Never even been tempted?"

"No."

Tony was kissing his stomach now, and lowered his head even further to kiss the hardening thickness between Stephen's thighs.

"Do you want me to go down on you?"

"........damn you, Stark."

Tony grinned, pleased at the resistance.

"Say it. If you want it, say it."

"I want you to fuck off."

"WHOA! First f-bomb ever dropped by the illustrious Doctor Stephen Victor Strange, right here in this bed, uttered to the world famous, universally desirable Tony Stark."

"You are the most arrogant man I have ever known."

"Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my lips and tongue on you, right now. Tell me you need this, Strange. I know you do.  Your body is speaking the truth even if your lips aren't. So voice it. Say it out loud. You want me to kiss your cock. Take it into my mouth and suck on it. Make you climax so hard, your vision goes blurry and your body seizes. You want that? Gonna have to say it aloud. Or I guess I can just take a little nap."

Stephen grabbed the pillow next to him, fully intending to use it to smother the life out of the man who was bringing him such aggravation. But he didn't. His scarred hands relaxed. His eyes fixed on the ceiling. 

".......I want....."

"Go on. Say it. Say it explicitly. Use the word cock. I want to hear you say it."

"You're a complete bastard."

"Tell me you want me to suck your cock, Strange. Tell me the way you would tell any other lover you had in your bed. You're used to telling them what to do, aren't you? Oh yeah, I can see it. You are always the one in charge. The master, the Dominant, the one who decided what happens and when. Tell the truth. Do you ever spank your lovers?"