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The Multiverse Of Stephens
He didn’t know what he was doing here. It felt like that moment when you walked into a room, only to immediately forget what it was you went in there for. That…didn’t happen to him unless he was drunk or high, and he hadn’t been either for years now, which meant…
‘FRIDAY? What was I doing a minute ago?’ Tony asked, drumming his fingers on his table, the hologram which was projecting absolutely nothing staring straight at him.
‘I don’t know, boss. It appears parts of my memory have been deleted.’
‘Can you access the footage of the lab for the last few hours?’
‘Yes, but there are a few seconds I cannot account for.’
Tony looked up at the blue screen hovering before him. His fingers ached, the muscles in his shoulders painful which usually indicated a few hours of work, but there was nothing to show for it. Either they’d been hacked, which had never happened since he took over the reins of Stark Industries, or this had interdimensional freaky business written all over it.
‘FRIDAY, call Stephen.’ As he waited, Tony closed his eyes, feeling like he was forgetting something important, a name or a word sat in the back of his throat, dissolving into nothing the more he tried to focus on it.
‘I know… something weird has happened,’ Stephen answered, and Tony could hear the exhaustion in his voice.
‘Do you need me to suit up?’ Tony asked, pushing aside his chair, hand poised on his arc reactor.
‘No! I mean…look, just…give me a few minutes and then I’ll portal you over.’
‘He hung up the call, boss,’ FRIDAY told him, trying to be helpful.
‘Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like this?’ Tony sat back on his chair, swiveling around on it, fingers tapping his arc reactor as he waited.
***
There were many reasons why Stephen had opened a portal in his lab in the past. Attacks on the Sanctum, a relic that needed Tony’s technological mind, or that one time, for a late-night booty call. So, when the awaited portal sparked into life a few feet away from his chair, his fiancé’s voice calling him, Tony didn’t hesitate to launch himself through, ready to fight whatever it was that had made them lose their memory.
‘Well, I wasn’t expecting this,’ Tony muttered, powering down his nanobots as he looked around Stephen’s bedroom.
‘Something…happened with the multiverse,’ Stephen attempted to explain, his words falling on deaf ears as Tony stared at the two doppelgangers flanking him. One looked like a gothic version of Stephen, complete with a menacing-looking Cloak and dark circles under his eyes which made him look like he hadn’t slept in years. The other looked like he belonged in a Chinese drama, long, beautiful hair that shone like ebony from the dim lighting of the Sanctum.
‘What did you do?’ Tony accused, ignoring the way the long-haired one laughed under his breath, raising a scarred hand to try and conceal it as a cough.
‘I don’t…I don’t know. My memory has been altered. I can only conclude that I had to perform a spell to avert a disaster regarding the multiverse, but I don’t remember why or who was involved. What I do know is that other beings from alternate universes were brought over to ours. I’ve closed the dimensional breaches, but these two versions of myself are powerful enough to come and go across the multiverse at will. We spoke about things…and here we are.’
‘We need to return to our own realities by morning before the fabric of reality becomes too strong for us to pass through.’
They even sounded the same.
He’d never considered himself to have a fetish for anything. Tony loved everything to do with sex, the passion, the vulnerability, the intensity of that moment in time where reality melted away leaving behind you and your partner. However, seeing a different aspect of Stephen, a unique version of the man he loved with long hair was beautiful.
No. More than that. He was breathtaking.
‘You can touch it,’ the man in question told him with a smile, sharing his Stephen’s uncanny ability of knowing what he was thinking.
This is a trick, Tony thought, feeling the skin on his face tighten as he frowned. Why was Stephen showing him this? Why introduce Tony to different versions of himself? What was the goal here?
‘I’m not testing your loyalty,’ Stephen reassured him, and Tony turned to look at him, needing to hear it. Despite whatever it was that was going on here, Stephen would always hold his loyalty, no matter what. He knew Stephen knew that to be true, but his loyalty was the one thing people always questioned. His loyalty to his country, to his company, to the Stark name, to the Avengers.
Stephen had never questioned it but standing before the three of them a fear wormed its way into his stomach, a cold, slimy thing that settled there, making him feel sick. He took a step back, not wanting to admit he found another version of Stephen attractive, that his mind had plummeted down to the gutter as soon as three sets of eyes fixed upon him.
‘Who has hurt you?’ the Stephen with the menacing cloak demanded, chasing after him with a step forward, the air around him crackling with intensity, a bruised purple miasma settling over his shoulders.
‘Tony, I’m not testing you. You can approach him,’ Stephen, his Stephen promised him.
He wanted to, his hand ached with the desire to touch, wanting to examine this being up close. Not only was it another Stephen, but he was also from another dimension. Whispering down to FRIDAY to take readings, Tony approached the stranger. His outfit was gorgeous, the crimson striking against the black, and he made the mental note to incorporate the colors into the new suit he’d been working on for Stephen, wanting to capture the commanding air of the man in front of him.
Stepping close enough for their toes to touch, Tony looked over the face he’d memorized over the years. There were subtle differences, a faint scar on his jawline that Stephen didn’t have, a moustache rather than a goatee, but they had the exact same shade of piercing blue eyes. Eyes that seemed to change color depending on his mood, eyes that were crinkled in amusement as they gazed back.
‘Go ahead,’ he told Tony again, even tilting his head down so he was within reach, the tall bastard.
Reaching up, he wound the end of the ponytail around his hand, marveling at the silkiness of the strands, the fluid way it wrapped around his fingers. He’d always loved Stephen’s hair, the feeling of contentment that radiated from the man whenever Tony stroked his hands through it when they went to bed, the way he gasped when Tony tugged on it during sex.
‘Who are you?’ Tony asked, unable to free his hands from the masses of silk.
‘A version of Stephen Strange. Where I’m from we have a…professional relationship,’ he answered, closing his eyes in obvious pleasure as Tony reached up to scratch his scalp.
‘So, we hate each other?’
The man laughed. ‘Something like that. I prefer unresolved sexual tension.’
Tony’s mouth became dry, his hands going still as the air between them became charged with the feeling this Stephen had just brazenly named.
‘There’s a version of me in your universe?’ Tony asked, trying to steer the conversation away from dangerous waters, unsure if this counted as cheating if you flirted with an alternate version of your fiancé.
‘You are Iron Man, the being called Thanos hasn’t attacked us, and you are a member of the Avengers. But that isn’t the only superhero team that Earth has,’ long-haired Stephen answered, putting a stop to all the bubbling questions starting to fester in Tony’s brain.
‘There are others?’ Tony demanded, needing to know. That had been his unofficial job for SHIELD over the last few weeks, scouting new talent, training new recruits. There was a universe out there that had more than just the Avengers to protect the Earth?
‘In my universe, we have a team called the Defenders that I created. We don’t have the structure the Avengers have, and we don’t really consider ourselves a team. We protect the Earth from mystic threats.’
‘Like the Masters of the Mystic Arts,’ Tony understood, gesturing around the bedroom in the Sanctum with a nod of his head.
‘Plus, we have mutants,’ the Stephen before him said with a grin.
Tony’s hands stopped, his eyes going wide. ‘Mutants? Humans with latent superhuman abilities? Where are-’
‘I think that’s enough information,’ his Stephen interrupted, stopping Tony’s quest for knowledge. ‘It’s dangerous enough having these two here in our reality without you knowing things you are not supposed to.’
Tony felt himself bite down on his lower lip in frustration. A husky chuckle made him look up at the man whose hair was still webbing his fingers, his expression kind and fond as he looked down at Tony. He knew instantly just by looking at him, knew there was more to the relationship between this alternate Stephen and Tony than he was letting on.
‘Just professional?’ Tony encouraged, swaying forward to catch more of the cologne the man was wearing. He could smell the same smoky fragrance of the Sanctum on him that he recognized from his own Stephen, but there was a spicy note weaved through it, an expensive undertone that reminded him of his earlier days of charity galas and wooing investors.
‘I’ve been…uncertain if there could be anything more. If my affections could be returned.’ He lifted his hand, stroking trembling knuckles across Tony’s cheekbone. ‘Seeing you two together gives me a hope I never thought possible.’
‘You don’t seem any different from my Stephen,’ Tony told him, taking a step back, reestablishing distance. Despite how his body was reacting, the intoxicating burn low in his stomach, Tony wasn’t going to act on it, wasn’t going to betray Stephen.
Even if technically, this was the same person.
The man looked confused for a moment, and Tony bit back a laugh, the look so reminiscent of his own partner. Tony gestured down to his hands, and the confusion cleared as he stretched out his shaking fingers, eyes narrowed as he glared down at them.
‘I was in a car accident, all three of us here were, but only two of us lost the use of their hands.’ He stopped speaking, looking up at the Stephen who was keeping his distance, the one whose sheer presence radiated menace. ‘He lost something far more precious.’
‘What’s your deal then?’ Tony asked, approaching the Stephen that looked most like his one. There was something about his features that he couldn’t put his finger on, a purplish shimmer that felt like it was just out of eyesight, an agonized murmur twisting through the air. Tony didn’t know this man past the familiarity of him, but something about him plucked at his soul, creating a desperate need to comfort.
Despite his misgivings earlier, his anger at Stephen that this might be a trick for him to somehow prove himself, Tony was powerless not to reach out.
This…man, no…Stephen was in pain.
‘What happened to you?’ Tony asked, stretching out his hand to cup the man’s jaw.
‘I lost…someone important to me, and I destroyed my universe trying to bring him back,’ Stephen whispered, leaning into his touch, revealing the dark bruises under his eyes also extended to the back of his eyelids. Broken capillaries stretched across the thin skin, revealing his exhaustion.
‘His existence is spent atoning for eternity in a prison of his own making-’
‘Can’t you come live here?’ Tony interrupted his fiancé, feeling something inside him break at the thought of this man living all alone forever.
‘It appears you are the same, in any universe,’ the man before him said with a smile, turning his face so he could bestow a kiss in the middle of Tony’s palm. ‘Your concern is a balm for the many wounds on my soul. An easing of the sin I must repent for, but it is my fate, and one that I accept.’
‘They can’t stay past tonight, it puts our universe in peril, but I thought, for one night…’ Stephen trailed off.
‘What exactly is going on here?’ Tony asked, withdrawing his hand and taking a few steps back, allowing his mind to clear as he looked at the three of them. Stephen obviously wanted him to help them in some way, but he wasn’t sure what they wanted from him, what this had to do with the memory wipe thing from earlier.
‘Do you remember, ages ago you asked if I could make clones of myself?’
Tony crossed his arms over his chest in confusion, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he thought. He already knew Stephen could do it. He’d seen the man use that particular party trick in battle. When else had he mentioned… his eyes went wide and his cheeks exploded with heat as he remembered exactly when he’d asked, and the context.
‘Stephen…I…I didn’t mean-’ he spluttered out.
‘When I make clones of myself they’re all imitations, extensions of myself. It’s difficult to explain, but they’re like mirror copies. So, when this opportunity presented itself, I seized it.’
Tony didn’t know how to answer, feeling the tips of his ears burn as he found himself the focus of all three men.
‘Stephen-’
‘Selfishly, I want to have a threesome with you. I want to see you with another person, but my jealousy can’t stomach the idea of sharing you, even if it’s only for one night. This though… this I want to see.’
‘I don’t want this,’ Tony blurted, ignoring the other two men, his entire attention focused on his Stephen. ‘I don’t know if you think you’re trying to appeal to a part of myself that you think I’m missing back from my party boy days but-’
‘It’s not,’ Stephen interrupted. ‘Is the only reason you don’t want this because you think you’re being selfish in some way? Because you believe it will hurt me in some way?’
Tony didn’t answer, watching him carefully.
‘Tony…sweetheart, if you don’t want this then they’ll leave, no questions asked. None of us want to hurt you.’
‘That is the truth, in any universe.’ The tortured version of Stephen spoke, his Cloak fluttering off his shoulders to wait in the corner of the bedroom as Tony looked over his shoulder at him. He could hear the truth in his words, the strength of his conviction. This was a man who loved him, who lived in a hellscape of his own making after he lost the love of his life. This one night with him…it made Tony’s heart ache to think.
What would he give to have one night with someone he loved after they’d been lost forever?
It was like giving a drowning man a breath of air before he was shoved beneath water once more. A memory he could cherish before he began his isolation again. Despite how much it hurt, how much he yearned to give it to him, that wasn’t his Stephen.
He was Tony Stark, he wasn’t a stranger to threesomes, orgies, nights spent as a slave to carnal lusts, but that was in the past. That was before he’d found someone to love, someone he could give that all up for. He thought he’d found it with Pepper, but the stresses of his life, of Iron Man, had wrecked them. Thankfully, he’d salvaged their friendship, but it was Stephen who made him believe he could love again, Stephen who made him want to commit to forever for the first time in his life.
He wrenched his gaze away, looking back at Stephen, pleading with him.
‘I don’t need this. I only need you. I love you, Stephen Strange. I know how my past looks, how scared I was of commitment, but that isn’t me anymore. Being in love with you, being intimate with you, that eclipses any of those sexual experiences from back then. You’re it for me.’
‘You are one lucky son of a bitch,’ the Stephen with long hair breathed out.
‘I know.’ Stephen smiled. ‘I want to do this, with you. I want to experience this, with you…but if you want to stop now, to walk away then that’s fine. I only need you too. This is your decision, we will abide by it, whatever you decide.’
Tony could feel himself wavering, his gaze still on Stephen, but an ache low in his gut, his muscles clenching around it as he yearned for the other two. His soul craved longingly to reach out and soothe one of the Stephen’s, while his body burned with lust for the other.
‘This is so fucked up. Sleeping with three of you?’ Tony muttered, not saying no, but still uncertain. He knew Stephen had a kinky side to him, but this?
‘I’ve wanted you for years.’ Ebony rich hair slid over Tony’s shoulder as he felt the heat of a body stand behind him, trembling hands reaching out to grip his hipbones as a longing sigh brushed over his ear.
‘Let me feel the warmth of your body one last time,’ the other Stephen whispered, coming to stand at Tony’s side, taking one of his hands in his, interlocking their fingers. He couldn’t do that with his Stephen, not without causing him pain and he felt a deep lurch inside his chest as he looked down at their connected hands. Once, still trying to be careful, he squeezed, feeling a stinging burn behind the eyes as his hand was squeezed back, his grip strong and sure.
Before he got swept away by the sensations engulfing him, he turned his attention back to his fiancé, floored to see a familiar passion flush to his cheeks, his pupils wide in now dark blue eyes.
Stephen did want this.
Ignoring the exploratory touches of the other two, he lifted his free hand out to Stephen in a plea of reassurance and inclusion. Stephen took it, letting their fingers brush together in their unique way of handholding. They could never clutch each other too tight, couldn’t grip each other’s fingers with Stephen using magic to steady them, but this slight touch, the whisper of skin against skin, this was their equivalent, their intimate vulnerability.
‘Are you sure about this?’ Tony asked.
‘Of course. You know nothing makes me happier than seeing you all fucked out after sex.’ Stephen tugged him closer with the use of magic, their chests colliding painfully before Stephen’s mouth was on his, one arm stretching behind his back to hold him close, capturing him.
Despite the audience, Stephen kissed him as he usually would, tongue delving deep into his mouth which shocked him. He wasn’t the type indulge in any physical affection in public, only occasionally clapping his hand on Tony’s shoulder when they were with Pepper and Rhodey. Stephen might, if he was feeling particularly affectionate, stand closer to him if they were at a public event, but he never kissed, or embraced, which was fine, Tony accepted that about him.
He had no such qualms now, prying open Tony’s lips with his tongue and running it over the edge of his teeth before stroking along his tongue, slick and hot. Shuddering at the feel of the kiss, and the scalding gazes of the other two, Tony flung his arms around Stephen’s neck to support himself, moaning as he felt hands tug up his shirt, impatient and greedy to access bare skin.
Blistering lips attached to the side of his neck, sucking a mark into the skin and he groaned, leaning his head to allow more access while still kissing Stephen. He could feel the vibration of a craving moan on his skin, an echoing noise passed between their lips as they kissed.
It was as if something snapped in the air, a tension that Tony hadn’t been aware of binding them all together, and suddenly his clothes were being ripped from his body, flung to the floor carelessly, and he tried to reciprocate, but his fingers were made clumsy by all the blood rushing to his cock.
He felt the familiar tingle of magic in the air and heated naked skin flanked him from all sides, crushing him between them, the feeling consuming him, making his head spin as if he were punch-drunk.
Tony tried to sweep his tongue into Stephen’s mouth, but the man didn’t let him, using his hands to cradle Tony’s face and tip it up towards him, dominating the kiss, drawing back to leave a stinging nip to Tony’s bottom lip before his tongue surged back inside his mouth.
He shuddered at the casual possessiveness, not sure which way he should lean, trying to drag Stephen closer while arching into the touch on his chest, the grip on his ass, the sensations dizzying. Stephen made his kiss turn slow and sweet, tongue flicking across the sting he’d left in Tony’s lip.
‘I can feel your heart thundering in your chest, can feel the heat pouring through your veins. You’re beautiful,’ the tormented Stephen standing to his side muttered, and he could hear the yearning in his voice, the way he was committing this to memory.
He was used to feeling wanted, the adrenaline high of knowing people wanted to sleep with him, but that was nothing compared to the way Stephen would look at him sometimes, his eyes molten as he gazed at him across the room while they were at a party. Having three sets of gazes on him, three separate wanton gasps was a heady, hedonistic experience, and he wanted this moment to stretch into eternity, to preen and show off for their attention.
His kiss with Stephen fell apart under the maelstrom of lust, and he looked up at Stephen’s heavy-lidded gaze, his swollen pink lips, watching as he closed his eyes, lips parting on a silent moan. Confused, Tony looked for the source of his pleasure, eyes widening as he saw a scarred hand wrapped around Stephen’s erection, fingers twisting in a way Tony knew he liked.
Tony couldn’t look away, the arrogance of the moment mesmerizing him. Only he and Stephen would draw pleasure from alternate versions of themselves. The air around them shimmered again from magic, and Tony flinched in response, regaining Stephen’s attention.
‘You’re okay,’ Stephen murmured, voice hoarse, glaring at the other two in some form of silent communication.
‘Apologies,’ the long-haired Stephen offered, dropping a butterfly kiss to Tony’s bare shoulder. ‘I didn’t realize magic could make you uncomfortable, I just assumed-’
‘It’s fine,’ Tony cut him off, not wanting to get into the reasons why, wanting to enjoy the moment presented to him. ‘I keep calling you long-haired Stephen in my head,’ he admitted with a giggle, looking down where his feet now rested on a plush crimson rug, all of Stephen’s bedroom furniture now banished to leave the room barren.
As he watched, the light overhead turned off, plunging them into darkness for a moment before candles sputtered into existence above, offering an ambient glow, Stephen bedroom now a secretive den of crimson haze and carnal want.
‘I can see why that must be confusing to you. Call me Strange if you prefer. It’s what you call me in my universe, and I want to hear you cry it out in desire for me.’ He grinned, hand still working over Stephen’s cock as his free hand swept over Tony’s back, tracing the muscles with his fingers. The touch trickled down into his muscles like dark honey, making his brain sluggish.
Steady hands tilted his head back, this version of Stephen not having the scars or the damage the other two did on his hands. Instead, his were deeper, hidden as a brand upon his heart. He led him straight into kiss, one of severe desperation, his loss and experiences making him slightly wild, almost feral as he sucked on Tony’s tongue. Thumbs swept across the shell of his ear, and he trembled, leaning back into his chest, weak against the onslaught.
‘I lo…you are gorgeous,’ the Stephen amended, closing his eyes in pain and kissing the corner of Tony’s mouth tenderly. He couldn’t not react to his pain, despite it not being his fiancé. This man was Stephen, a version of the man he loved more than anything, and he was suffering because of his loss.
‘I love you too,’ Tony whispered. There was no version of Stephen he couldn’t love, and despite not having the experience of living with this particular man, he could extend this act of kindness, could love them all for this one night.
‘What do you call me, in your head?’ he asked, gesturing over towards Strange. He wanted to know what nickname Tony had bestowed him, knowing that was something he did, handed out cutesy nicknames. While it had been easy to joke with Strange and admit he was calling him long-haired Stephen, he couldn’t admit to calling him dark, tormented Stephen.
Instead, he reached out and encouraged him down into another kiss, a loving one this time, before he drew back.
‘By your name. Stephen,’ he whispered.
The man watched him, a question bubbling on his tongue, uncertainty evident in the way he stood.
He was ashamed of something.
‘What’s…what’s wrong?’ Tony gasped out, as a thumb grazed his nipple, pinching it, his Stephen the kinky bastard, and he turned to give him a glare, gasping as Strange fell to his knees between them, shoving the bohemian cushions littering the floor to one side as he looked up at Tony with a smirk.
‘Do you trust me?’ dark Stephen asked.
Tony’s gaze flickered to Stephen whose hand was now lazily rubbing circles over Tony’s stomach, lording over the proceedings smug and satisfied. He nodded once, patting Tony’s skin, letting his hand rest on dark Stephen’s shoulder, giving his consent. But the man didn’t move, not wanting a version of himself to give consent. He was waiting for Tony, who eventually nodded.
Despite knowing something was going to happen, he recoiled at the sight of tentacles reaching up into the air, towering over them all, wriggling and ominous. He stepped closer to Strange on the floor, accidently standing on his foot as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing.
‘Shhh, it’s okay, he’s in control of them,’ Strange reassured, stroking over his bare calf in a long, soothing caress.
‘Can you do this?’ Tony demanded, not sure which of them he was asking as he stretched out a cautious hand to touch. It was cool to the touch, not rubbery or slimy like he was expecting. They felt sleek, like fur or a pelt, and were colored a rich, dark violet that twitched under his touch. If Stephen trusted this dark version of himself, then he did too. He’d had too much experience in the Sanctum with beings he didn’t quite understand, and he was used to the Cloak following him around the lab despite being made of fabric.
One of the tentacles snaked down, carefully coiling around Stephen’s cock, dragging out a strangled moan, making Tony’s cock twitch in response. Oh yes, Tony was fully on board with this.
Warm lips pressed a kiss to the side of his cock, sending his thoughts scattering from him like marbles. He wrapped his arms back around Stephen’s neck, tugging him down for a kiss, selfishly wanting his attention at the tentacles cocooned them all.
The lips on the side of his cock didn’t let up, leaving wet trails over the skin, tongue darting out every now and then to taste, moaning to himself before he licked the tip, savoring the taste of precome.
‘Exactly how I thought you would taste, Stark,’ Strange told himself before he began his torturous kisses again. His flesh felt like it was burning, their slight touches making him gasp and he felt something wrap around his thigh, the coolness of the tentacle banishing the fervor licking at Tony’s body.
He felt composed enough to look down and watch another tentacle continue its stroking of Stephen’s cock, the stoic dignity of his fiancé crumbling with the feel of Tony in his arms, a tentacle around his cock and more fondling his ass.
Tony reached down to tangle his fingers in Strange’s hair, coaxing him closer, wanting to feel his mouth around his cock, needing to feel his fingers in Strange’s hair as he fucked his mouth. Strange was just as stubborn as Stephen, remaining where he was on his knees, fluttering more gentle kisses over the taut skin of his balls in an infuriating tease.
Flinging his head over dark Stephen’s shoulder behind him and burrowing his head into the crook of his neck, his knees buckled as a wet tongue dipped into his ear, his hips bucking forwards and dislodging the tentacle on Stephen’s cock.
‘Who would’ve believed, the great Tony Stark, speechless for once,’ the words breathed across his cock and Tony tightened his fingers in response, laughing as Strange moaned from the sting in his scalp.
He didn’t flail or gasp as he lost his equilibrium, his body tipping backwards as many hands encouraged him down. Tony knew that not one of them would let him fall. It was liberating, enthralling to be the focus of all of their attention. He’d had orgies before, but never one where everyone moved flawlessly, no elbows in the side, or accidental scrapes of teeth. They all wanted this, to celebrate Tony and Stephen’s love.
The velvet of the plush rug beneath him cushioned his back, and he knotted his fingers in it as hands trailed over his skin. Clenching his eyes closed, Tony could hear the rustle of skin across the carpet as they moved, able to tell each of their touches apart without seeing them. Dark Stephen’s hands never faltered, never trembled as they traced his body, his hips, the coarse hair over his stomach, the tender skin around the arc reactor.
There was pain, suffering in his touch, mirrored by the tentacles spiraling around his limbs in a hopeless need to keep him close. He was helpless to the agony, powerless to prevent it, but he could offer solace if only for a few hours. Could infuse him with enough love and desire to keep him company. He knew Stephen felt it too, his touches light and fleeting as if could somehow heal the pain he was feeling, an acknowledgement that he too would’ve reacted the same if he’d lost the one he loved.
Strange’s hands trembled from his own accident, but his touch wasn’t as loving, seeking out spots that would heighten Tony’s pleasure, no lingering just because he could. It created a different ache towards this man, and he hoped that when he returned to his dimension that he could approach his Tony for something more, something substantial.
Hands glided over his flesh, slick with sweat and his precome as they fondled his cock, his stomach, his chest. It was almost unbearable, ticklish as they tormented him, not allowing him to rest, his body a live wire of sensation, his muscles coiled ready to snap.
He opened his eyes as his head was gently lifted, hair framing Strange’s pretty face as he looked down at him, Tony’s head pillowed on his thighs. Probing at Tony’s scars across his chest, he never strayed near the arc reactor, not having the confidence the other two did, his eyes bright with wonder and disbelief that he was seeing Tony like this.
‘I haven’t kissed you yet,’ Tony gasped as he felt a tentacle return to his cock, the suction cups adding little pinpricks of pressure that had him curving into the touch. Strange’s hands pressed into his chest, grounding him, holding him safe.
‘Greedy. You’ve already kissed two of us.’ Strange grinned, bending over at the waist but not quite close enough yet. Just as Tony thought he was about to kiss him, he stretched further to kiss the hollow of Tony’s throat, lapping at the sweat that was starting to bead there. This close, he could see Strange’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, could see the pulse beneath his skin.
Tony stretched his head up, licking a stripe across his sternum, getting up on his elbow so he could catch a nipple in his mouth, rubbing the flat of his tongue over it, hearing the rumble in Strange’s chest.
‘I’m greedy,’ he whispered, breathing over the pebbled nub, his head yanked up towards Strange’s mouth. The angle was awkward with Strange being upside down, but he was determined to make it work, his tongue flicking at the closed line of Strange’s lips, tongue darting forward as his lips parted.
He gasped as a tentacle rubbed across the cleft of his ass, allowing Strange to steal control of the kiss. Writhing against the onslaught of Strange’s tongue and the tentacle breaching his body, he panted against the feeling of sparks racing through his spine, the heat in his stomach building again.
‘I’ve always been obsessed with your mouth,’ Strange mumbled as he broke the kiss, his lips close enough to Tony’s that he could feel the syllables of his words.
‘Get on your knees and I’ll show you what I can do with my mouth,’ Tony promised. His hands trailed over his sides, counting over each rib, grabbing hold of hips and tugging him forward.
‘Tempting, but that’s not what I want,’ Strange told him, gesturing towards one of the other two with his head.
Dark Stephen settled between Tony’s legs, his hand joining the tentacle on his cock, and dipping lower to join the tentacle stretching his body in gentle thrusts. His fingers were slick with magical lubrication that his own Stephen was fond of using, wriggling in beside the tentacle, the contrast in the two temperatures making a whole body shudder cascade through him.
‘You’re enjoying this,’ he managed to accuse Stephen, looking past the sweat stinging his eyes.
‘Watching you fall apart? Of course I am,’ Stephen drawled, supporting himself on the dark Stephen’s shoulder, thumb idly stroking back and forth and leaving goosebumps behind.
Lips sealed over the head of his cock, his wanton moan enough to wrench Tony to the edge of orgasm, his back arching, muscles tensing as he fought against it.
Everything stopped, the tentacle gripping his cock at the base hard enough to hurt, staving off his orgasm, a pleading whine ripping out of Tony’s throat. He tossed his head from side to side, grinding it into the soft material beneath him, frustration making him want to scream.
‘Fuck,’ dark Stephen swore into his thigh, biting gently.
The tentacles snaked under his back, lifting Tony into a sitting position and before he knew what was happening, they’d all switched so he was straddling Strange’s hips, his cock pressing insistently behind his balls, smearing precome all over. Tony steadied himself with hands on Strange’s stomach, rocking his hips, grinding down against his cock, the friction beneath his balls and across his rim driving him crazy.
Strange groaned and bucked his hips up, hair fanning out behind him in ebony tendrils, the white at his temples contrasting sharply. The motion of his hips made the head of his cock catch on Tony’s rim before it slipped free, tormenting them both with the tease.
‘You’re fucking beautiful,’ Strange swore before reaching down to grab a handful of Tony’s ass, encouraging him down, and then reaching up so their foreheads touched as his cock finally entered his body.
He felt the usual burn of being stretched that made him hiss and still, his body quivering as he tried to relax. Three sets of hands immediately reached out for him, soothing him, murmuring words of praise and encouragement as they waited for him to adjust.
Dark Stephen plastered his chest to Tony’s back, his tentacles held out of the way as he sought to reassure, hands splayed across Tony’s stomach, holding him together. As soon as the sting subsided, the pain melting into pleasure, Tony rocked up onto his knees, gasping at the slide of Strange’s cock in him before he lowered himself back down.
Strange moaned at the feeling, his nails leaving scratches on Tony’s thigh before he caught himself, letting his hands fall into the blanket beneath him. Tony reached down to capture one of them carefully, giving him the same care as he did his own Stephen, offering the touch and closeness of hand holding without any of the pain. He could feel lips on the nape of his neck, and then his head was craned back and his mouth captured again.
He lost himself to the pleasure of delicious friction, a maddening drag of flesh rubbing together, the burn of carnal want low in his gut building as he moved, fanning ember sparks to pirouette throughout his body. The man beneath him was a wreck, victim to Tony’s ministrations. This was what he loved most, reducing his high and mighty wizard to a babbling mess, and it seemed that extended to all versions of him.
Knowing that he held Strange within his thrall, Tony sought his own gratification, indulging himself as he moved, feeling the hunger in the stares watching him, want and need thrumming in the air. It settled like a mist over all of them, the scent of sex, musk and sweat heavy as it threaded them all together.
‘Sta…Tony,’ Strange begged from below him, and Tony needed more, needed all of them in a primal, avaricious want.
‘Stephen,’ Tony keened, and Stephen was before him in an instant, trembling hand brushing his sweaty bangs back.
‘What sweetheart?’ he crooned, kissing the side of his face, allowing his lips to drag across Tony’s goatee, the rasp of wet skin across his hair loud despite the moans of the man beneath him.
‘I want…need…let me suck your cock, please,’ he begged, wanting it, wanting to be stuck between them both, to be fully consumed by the lust churning inside him. He was delirious from the feelings they elicited from his body, his mind narrowed down to two points of focus, undulating his hips on Strange and kissing dark Stephen.
He yelped as he felt a finger rubbing where his skin was stretched tight around Strange’s cock, his movements halted by tentacles and hands, wrapped around his torso in a living cage.
‘Sweetheart,’ breathed over his ear, and he looked up into the eyes of the man he loved, closed his eyes in return at the distracting kiss, the delicate press of lips.
He knew he could ask them to stop whenever he wanted, that one word from him would stop everything, and because he knew that, it gave him the strength to continue, to exhale sharply through his nose as a steady finger coaxed its way inside his body beside the cock he was clenching around.
Below him, Strange looked up at him from beneath gorgeous eyelashes, his lips blushed red as he reached up to touch Tony’s cock, teasing him with long, languid strokes. His blood pulsated through his cock in time to the movement, bringing it back to full hardness which had been lost through the knife-sharp pain he’d felt a moment ago.
Tony became trapped in an eternal moment, two Stephen’s distracting him with tender touches and kisses that made his body melt, his bones oozing into liquid as they praised him, while the third prepared his body, achingly slow, agonizingly sweet, a hand on his lower back never wavering in its support.
He could feel his body relaxing enough so that he began to grind down against the finger inside him, wanting it where he needed it most, and responding to that sheer need. Another finger pressed inside, rewarding him with a sweep against his prostate, enough to make him buck his hips forward and let out a wanton moan, trapped between the attention of all these men.
‘Easy,’ Stephen whispered in his ear. To who, he wasn’t sure, but he felt the fingers gentle inside him, the hand on his back still unwavering, the hand on his cock continuing to slide over his flesh in smooth glides.
‘Please,’ Tony whimpered, trying to kiss Stephen but he didn’t have the strength to, his body feeling like it was straining at the seams, flaying apart from the onslaught of sensitivity. He needed more, wanted more, but he didn’t know what it was he was asking for.
‘I’ve got you, Tones,’ whispered from behind him. Stephen had never called him that before, that was all Rhodey, and he knew just from the nickname how much dark Stephen cared, how much he was wanted. He flung his head back onto his shoulder, going limp in the tentacles’ hold as he gave himself up.
The stretch of another cock inside him bordered on too much, and despite doing everything he could to relax, his teeth still gritted, his nails drawing blood on Strange’s stomach. It felt intense, overpowering, and Tony quivered as he tried to breathe through it. The pain had faded, but the feeling of being this full, filled with Stephen while his cock was being stimulated, was powerfully erotic. Exquisite but toeing the line of unbearable pleasure. Streaks of ecstasy spread throughout his body like cracks in a vase, splintering him into pieces, rendering his mind dumb as he moved experimentally, the volume of his moan surprising him.
‘Fucking hell, look at you,’ Stephen gasped out, fingers fluttering over his cheek, dancing across his collarbones.
Tony pulled himself away from dark Stephen’s embrace, hissing as their skin peeled away, their sweat clinging to the other. He allowed himself to crouch over Strange underneath him, clumsily trying to kiss him before he waved at the space before him.
Stephen was there in a second, guiding his head in for a chaste kiss.
‘You’re amazing, sweetheart,’ he told him, gaze lifting to watch as dark Stephen and Strange began to move carefully, their actions in sync. It spoke about how much they trusted each other, these two beings who didn’t have their own Tony, two beings who had only met hours before. They knew what they had to do, how to take care of him. There was no jealousy between them, or arrogance, both dedicated to making Tony feel good.
Tony tapped the side of Stephen’s face gesturing again to the space behind Strange’s head.
‘I meant what I said a minute ago, get on your knees,’ he told him, crying out as one of the cocks inside him hit his prostate, the other stretching his rim as he drew part of the way out of his body, adding a superb fizzle of friction.
Stephen moved, no questions about if he needed to stop, if he could handle that too, which Tony loved. They trusted each other to know what the other’s limits were, and both knew not to lie to the other about what they could handle.
Tony wrapped his lips around the cock in front of him, flattening his tongue over the velvet-soft head, lapping in a controlled, rhythmic motion, knowing how much Stephen loved it. Opening his eyes to watch Stephen’s expressions, he saw a flurry of familiar red material in his peripheral. The Cloak was holding Stephen aloft, making him the perfect height so Tony wasn’t straining his neck, or contorting himself into strange angles trying to suck on Stephen’s cock while having the other two thrust inside his body.
A moan from behind flowed over him, sinking into his flesh and he yanked his head back and off Stephen, watching as he kissed the darker version of himself. It was hot, watching Stephen kiss himself, seeing a flash of tongue through parted lips. He clenched around the cocks inside him, the three of them moaning as one.
It felt strangely intimate, the ultimate act of acceptance and self-love. There was no shame, no awkwardness as Stephen kissed himself. It was beautiful knowing you could love yourself and Tony knew, just knew that it went a long way to alleviate the ache in dark Stephen’s soul.
I know, I feel your pain too, I accept it, I accept you.
Strange bucked his hips, losing his rhythm as he looked where Tony’s attention was, one of the tentacles wrapping around his forearm, holding him close, keeping them all connected. Tony redoubled his efforts trying to make Stephen come, none of the teasing stuff he’d been going for earlier. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking on Stephen and moaning lewdly, reaching around and dragging on his hips in encouragement for the man to fuck his mouth, needing all of them to use him, to lose their minds over him. He wanted to break them all apart simultaneously, to drag them to the brink of bliss.
It became a competition, who could make the other come first, slick hands and labored breaths as they all chased their release. Steel flicked up Tony’s spine as one of the cock’s inside him became merciless, pounding against his prostate. Two hands were on his cock, a tentacle nudged at his balls, all determined to make him come first. The one his mouth pulsated as Stephen fought away his orgasm, his hand cradling the back of his head, holding him steady.
There was no escape, he was surrounded by all of them, victim to their ardor, their passion, and suddenly it was too much, his sanity splitting apart, his body too tightly strung, and he flayed apart, screaming out against the cock in his mouth.
The thrusting inside him suddenly grew slippery, Strange’s back arching sharply up as he let out a garbled cry, his free hand gripping into Tony’s knee hard enough to hurt. He eased himself from Tony’s body, his come easing the way of dark Stephen behind him, his movements frantic, brutal as he chased after his release. Tony was useless, unable to do much, but they held him up, held him steady as they rushed towards their ends. Stephen succumbed first, tendrils of come splashing against his lips and down the skin of his throat as he came, dripping onto Strange beneath them all.
Mustering whatever strength, he had left, Tony clenched around the one still inside him, and it was the last push he needed, hips slamming to ass as he came with a roar, bending over Tony’s body, his tentacles locking him in place as he came inside him, his thundering breaths staining Tony’s back.
He couldn’t move, his body seizing from the strain, his muscles screaming in agony from the position they’d been held in. Carefully, they pulled away from him, nestling him back against the rug and the cushions, wrapping a blanket over him, keeping him warm as his body shook. No one left, a Stephen lay either side keeping him warm as the tentacles disappeared, his hand held in the dark one’s lap above his head, hands stroking his hair over and over.
‘That was…amazing,’ Tony croaked out eventually, aching in the best possible way, wanting to sleep with all of them wrapped around him.
Three deep chuckles reverberated around him, and he felt one of them shift and sit up. Prying his eyelids open, he was it was Strange, his hair sticking to his broad back in sweaty strands.
‘I should return to my own universe.’
‘Cold, Strange, fucking and running,’ Tony teased, rolling over to face him.
‘More like, if I don’t leave now I’m going to steal you away from this Stephen, consequences be damned.’ Strange grinned down at him, leaning down for another kiss. His lips lingered, reluctant to pull away. It felt like he was breathing Tony in, memorizing this moment, his scent, his taste.
‘Tell him,’ Tony whispered, kissing him again.
‘And what if he rejects me?’ Strange whispered back. ‘I don’t want to ruin our friendship.’
‘And what if he says yes? You can have this all the time,’ Tony smiled, nudging his head with his own. ‘Honestly, I can’t believe there is any universe where I don’t find Stephen Strange attractive.’
‘Still tempted just to steal you.’ Strange grinned, leaving one last kiss on his lips before he pulled away, looking at Stephen. Some sort of mystic bullshit passed between them before Strange turned down to him, giving him one last look and a wink before melting into the air, nothing left of him but his warmth on the crimson rug they were resting on.
‘I should go too.’
Tony looked up to where dark Stephen was sat at his head, sadness pinching the skin at the corner of his mouth. He was doing his best to hide it, but his lower lip was quivering.
‘Wait…’ Tony begged, ignoring the sting in his ass as he tried to sit up, stretching his hand out to him. Stephen reached down to help, supporting his body so Tony could reach out to the tortured soul before him. ‘Are you going to be okay?’ The question was pointless, useless, but Tony couldn’t stand it, couldn’t bear the idea that this Stephen was going back to his hellscape, that he was forever going to be tormented.
‘We can’t change the fate we wrought, the penance that must be paid. I accept that this is my fate, and who knows…maybe it will come to an end one day,’ dark Stephen whispered, reaching out to cup the side of his neck. ‘I never envisioned that I would have another chance to see you, to love you. We may meet again, or there may be a version of you out there that I’m destined to be with.’
‘Yeah…but-’
‘Tony, we can’t tamper with the multiverse. We still have our universe to keep safe and having multiple versions of myself here will put us at risk.’
‘But…’
‘Tones. It is enough for me that you are happy here, that you are together, that you are loved and cherished. I promise.’ He gave Tony a quick peck on the lips. ‘Knowing that he is here to protect you is enough. Be happy… please.’ Dark Stephen closed his eyes, trying to hide the wetness.
‘I will,’ Tony promised, clutching him close for a moment. ‘Wait!’ he shouted as he felt him begin to leave. ‘Just, hang on a second! How much longer can you stay before it destroys the world or whatever?’ Tony asked, surprised to see his plea had been listened to, dark Stephen lingering.
‘A few hours at most,’ Stephen answered for him.
‘Stay with me. Hold me until the last possible moment,’ Tony told him, patting the space beside him.
‘…are you sure?’ dark Stephen whispered, looking over to where Stephen was holding Tony steady.
‘I’ll stay awake and ensure you go back when you need to. Come on,’ Stephen promised, placing Tony back down and pulling more blankets over him. He yawned as he felt dark Stephen settle beside him, his arms held out, and Tony went willingly, placing his head on his chest and getting comfortable.
‘We still need to talk about what happened with your magic mishap,’ Tony told his fiancé, tangling his legs with the man holding him and letting himself drift.
‘Tomorrow, rest now,’ Stephen told him and Tony felt the familiar wash of magic tingle over his skin, healing him.
There was something…someone important that he’d forgotten, Tony knew deep in the marrow of his bones. However, he knew Stephen wouldn’t have performed such a spell if it hadn’t been to save the universe. Praying that whoever it was, friend or foe, wouldn’t put their world in jeopardy again, Tony fell asleep, clutching onto both his Stephens.
The End
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