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Defiling Stark Tower	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 22001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Mavel, The Avengers or any concepts or characters associated with them. I am not making any money from this this story.

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This story was largely inspired by Starlight Massacre's "Damaged Bodies" and StrawberryGirl87's "The Affliction of War" both of which I would highly recommend.
Anyway, this will largely be a PWP, though some hints of plot might sneak in here and there. Each chapter will focus on Harry with a different one of the avengers (see end note for more details on this), and tags will be updated as the chapters are written. I only have this chapter written so far, and will be uploading as and when they get written.
Also, Please Note: I am not worrying too much (read: at all) about lining the timelines up or anything here, given this is essentially a smut-fest for the most part, but, for the sake of what little plot there is, this takes place about five years after the Battle of Hogwarts, and about a year after the attack in New York.
Additional warnings will be added as chapters are written (mostly because I don't know which are going to apply in later chapters yet, given how much I am hoping to go with reader suggestions for the content - see this story on AO3 for details)

Waking in Tony Stark's Bed
Harry yawned and stretched as his body slowly pulled him back into consciousness. He smiled; there was pleasant ache that told him he had got exactly what he was looking for and he sighed happily as he recalled those particular memories from earlier that night. He wasn't surprised to see the still dark night sky out of the windows when he finally managed to force his eyes open a moment later; he hadn't really slept well since... well, ever. There were too many nightmares, too many worries, too many other things to be doing.
Nor was he particularly surprised to find the other side of the bed empty, despite knowing that the handsome and naked body of Tony Stark had definitely been there when he had fallen asleep. The genius playboy had been gone long enough for the sheets to have gone cold however, and Harry wrapped the bed throw around his bare body as he slid out of bed; the room wasn't cold but there was, as always, that innate chill that was present for a short while after waking.
He crossed the room to admire the view; even at night the sight of Manhattan from the heights of Stark Tower were quite something to see. He had only come to America in need of an escape; it had been almost five years since the war had ended but since then things hadn't been as easy as he had hoped. There were the fans and the just as obsessive enemies, looking for revenge; there were endless trials and debates over ministry policy. His relationships had all become strained when he hadn't been able to settle into what they considered to be a normal, healthy lifestyle but he wasn't going to stop having fun just to put their minds at ease.
Fun; he had definitely been having that since he had flown into New York a few days earlier. He had eaten whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, everything from cheap hotdogs from roadside stands, to extravagant delicacies in some of the more highly recommended restaurants in the city. He had spent a day or two doing all the usual tourist things of course, and had even enjoyed them; and he had followed that up with drinks in several bars, until he had found himself dancing with an equally intoxicated Tony Stark.
There had been plenty of other guys and girls trying to get the attention of the billionaire, and Harry had been about ready to leave simply to get away from the crowds when Tony had caught him by the wrist and pulled him against his chest.
"I have somewhere we should go that's a little less crowded," Tony had said with a smirk, radiating confidence and no small degree of arrogant certainty that the young Brit would agree. Though, to be fair, Harry had only given it a second's consideration before nodding his agreement and allowing the older man to pull him from the club and into a waiting limo.
Harry certainly had to agree that one of the many advantages of the penthouse suite that Tony brought him to was that it was distinctly crowd free. It also had spectacular views, a ridiculously big corner bathtub and a very comfortable bed that could probably sleep twelve. And then there was the fact that Tony had wasted very little time getting them both completely naked once they got there; that was one the benefits that Harry had appreciated most. He smiled again, gazing out over the city as he thought back over the evening they had had.
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"I should have known that Tony Stark would have a limo waiting for him," Harry said with a laugh as he clambered into the vehicle outside the club, Tony stealing a quick grope of his arse in the process. He hadn't been familiar with the man before his holiday to New York, but it would have been virtually impossible to have remained ignorant for long; plus he had learned a great deal from the woman at the bar who had blathered on about how gorgeous Mr Stark was from the moment that Tony had entered the club.
"Of course," Tony said dismissively, as he climbed in after Harry. "Happy is an excellent driver, predicts my needs," he proclaimed, as he pulled Harry onto his lap, grinning at the smaller man who was now straddling his legs. He was certainly glad that Happy had predicted his need for a car with plenty of manoeuvring space in the back.
"You have a driver called Happy?" Harry asked but Tony was already distracted, sliding his hands under the bottom of the shirt Harry was wearing, fingers teasing at the skin there, and pressing nibbling kisses to the underside of Harry's jaw.
"Forget about Happy," Tony insisted, threading his fingers through Harry's hair and bringing their lips together in an enthusiastic kiss, which might have been at least partly fuelled by the last couple drinks they had had. He was certain that it was going to be a great night though, particularly since it had been a while since he had found a man worth taking home.
Tony had never considered himself fussy, at least when it came to gender; as long as they were hot, interesting and interested he was a happy man. It just happened that for a man to meet his standard of what would qualify as hot required something particularly special, someone like the young man who was currently in his lap.
"How long do we have before Happy stops and opens the door?" Harry asked a little breathlessly. He couldn't help the way his hips shifted against the taller man's, as Tony pulled gently on his hair, tipping his head back and beginning to kiss at his exposed neck.
Tony chuckled. "Ten minutes maybe, but I am sure we can get him take a small detour. What did you have in mind?" he asked, leaning back in his seat to admire Harry's ruffled and well-kissed state. Tony was looking forward to getting back to the tower and ridding Harry of his clothing, but he wasn't at all opposed to entertaining themselves a little in the meantime.
"This shouldn't take long," Harry said with a devious smile on his lips as he shifted off of Tony's lap, down to kneel on the floor of the car; he had never been in a vehicle that had a padded, carpeted floor before, but he was glad that this one did. "Just thought we could ease off a little of the... pressure," he said, his hand pressed into the juncture of Tony's body and thigh, his thumb brushing teasingly over the hard length bulging in the other man's trousers.
"Yes," Tony gasped, spreading his legs and allowing Harry to move closer, between them; he was definitely on board with that suggestion. "Was wondering how I was going to manage to walk all the way from the car to the lift with my pants stretched so full," he added, only half joking. The alcohol in his system seemed to have done nothing to hinder the erection Harry had so easily given him.
"They do seem stretched to capacity," Harry said with mock thoughtfulness, as he ran his hand over the front of Tony's trousers, as though testing this. "I supposed I could help you with that," he said with a smirk as he popped open the button and undid the zip at an achingly slow pace.
"I knew taking you home was a good idea," Tony said as Harry's fingers wrapped around his cock and stroked it teasingly. "Fucking hell, yes," he exclaimed, his breath coming in gasps when the smaller man leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the tip of the erection.
Harry took more of the length into his mouth slowly; it had been a while since he had done this, despite how much he enjoyed it. It wasn’t as though he would be able to do this with wizards back home without it ending up on the front page of the Daily Prophet, so it was something he only got to enjoy when he ventured out into the muggle world.
Harry ran his tongue along the underside of Tony’s cock as he began to move in earnest, feeling the delicious shudders and wanton gasps that he pulled from the other man. There was a heady feeling that he got from undoing a man like this, in leading a man right to the edge and blowing him over. He could feel his own erection pressing against the fly of his jeans, but he restrained himself from reaching down to touch it, the self-denial turning him on even more.
He moved one of his hands into Tony’s trousers so that, despite the slightly awkward angle, his fingers could tease at the billionaire’s balls, his other hand wrapping around the base of the hard length in his mouth, moving in time with his lips. There was no understanding the words that Tony was muttering, moaning and gasping now, and Harry was certain that the other man was close already.
Tony’s fingers threaded through his hair; they weren’t actually forcing Harry to do anything but the pressure there, the slight pulling Harry could feel, made the heat in his belly coil tighter, as he pulled back and swirled his tongue around the head of Tony’s cock. The taller man groaned happily, and Harry flicked his tongue over the slit before suddenly shifting forward, burying the cock in his mouth such that it tickled at his gag reflex.
The younger man swallowed deeply, consciously breathing through his nose when he feared for a second it had been too much, but he regained control again quickly. He stroked the underside of the length with his tongue, deliberately swallowing again so that his throat pressed against the tender head of Tony’s cock.
Harry pulled back, just because he really needed to get a little more air into his lungs, but he knew Tony was close so didn’t stop, paying special attention to the head of his erection, tasting the pre-cum that it was weeping. The Tony's hips were shifting involuntarily, pushing more of the length back passed Harry’s lips, desperate for the additional friction that he needed to just push him over the edge.
Harry once again sunk down onto the cock in his mouth, toying with the other man's balls a little more firmly, taking the hard length deep, moaning happily as Tony all but yelled his orgasm, spirting down Harry’s throat.
“Still not sure I will be able to make it to the lift,” Tony said with a chuckle, as Harry let the softening cock slip from between his lips, licking them and looking sexily debauched. “Though for much better reasons than before,” he added, pulling the younger man back up onto his lap so that he could kiss him, hard.
Tony reached down between their bodies, as they continued to kiss, tucking himself away and fastening his clothing once more. Harry was convinced that it was anything but an accident the way that the back of Tony’s hand kept brushing over his fabric covered erection in the process, though he wasn’t complaining.
“Sir,” the driver, Happy, said when he opened the door barely a minute later. Harry wasn’t at all sure when they had actually arrived at their destination, but suspected that they hadn’t timed it quite that well, and he flushed red at the idea of just how the driver might have known when it was safe to open the door. Though he could admit, to himself at least, that he might actually kind of like the idea that Happy might have seen or heard more than he was supposed to.
“Come on, Harry,” Tony said, breaking the kiss and manoeuvring Harry backwards off his lap. “The sooner we get upstairs, the sooner we can get you out of all those irksome clothes.”
“Irksome?” Harry questioned with a laugh, accepting Happy’s hand to help get out of the car. It wasn’t that he couldn’t manage, but he had had quite a lot to drink and figured that falling out of the limo door and landing face first on the floor of the parking garage might spoil the mood.
Tony got out after him, and stood close, close enough that Harry could feel the body heat radiating off the other man. Harry looked up a little at the taller man, whose brown eyes were watching him with a lustful expression. “Irksome,” the billionaire repeated with certainty. “I am definitely irked that they are keeping me from seeing the rest of you.”
Harry laughed, a smile forming on his face as he pressed his body against Tony’s chest to chest. “Well then let’s get up stairs and punish these clothes by throwing them all on the floor,” he suggested, leaning up in a request for a kiss that Tony quickly granted, strong fingers threading into his dark, messy hair.
"What a phenomenal idea," Tony said with a smirk as he pulled back from the kiss, staring into Harry's green eyes. They had definitely been one of the things that had drawn his attention to this young man.
"You don't have to drag out all your big boy words for this Brit," Harry said with a chuckle, leaning up and pressing a kiss to Tony's jaw. "I'm pretty much going to have sex with you anyway."
Tony gave Harry a look which pretty much said 'well of course' and stole a quick peck on the lips, before he threw an arm over Harry's shoulder and led him towards the lift, which Happy had already called for them while they were distracted. "But I'm the boss around here, so I am supposed to use all the big boy words," Tony said, giving his driver a wink as they walked passed him. “That way they let me make decisions about my company, like just how tall we should build the massive tower with my name on it.”
“Yeah, I hope that isn’t you compensating for something,” Harry said leaning against the back wall of the lift with a smirk, as Tony pressed the button for the penthouse suite.
“I think you are already perfectly aware that I’m not,” Tony said, prowling towards the smaller man with a hungry expression. “Plus you know it is my massive brain that is the real turn on.”
Harry shook his head in amusement; though, he couldn’t deny that Tony’s genius status was definitely attractive. The lift started moving and Harry was about to make some stupid comment about going up so that they could go down, that he wasn't even sure entirely made sense to anyone who wasn't inside his half-drunk brain, but was cut short when Tony pinned him to the back of the lift and kissed him hard.
The smaller man let Tony dominate the kiss, his hard body pressed close as his tongue explored Harry’s open and willing mouth. Harry revelled in it, enjoying the submission to this man, allowing Tony to control it all; it was such a freeing sensation to not be taking any responsibility for what was happening.
The ping of the lift doors opening vaguely registered in Harry’s mind, but he was far too focused on not breaking their kiss, as Tony manoeuvred them out into the large living room of the penthouse suite. However, Harry did pull away then, as he caught sight of the views out of the corner of his eye and wanted to get a better look.
“Okay, I definitely see why you wanted to make it this tall now,” Harry said as he pulled away from Tony, all but bounding off towards one of the enormous floor to ceiling windows that showed the city spread out at their feet, electric lights illuminating the buildings in the darkness of night.
“Mhmm,” Tony hummed, pressing his body against Harry’s back, nuzzling at the nape of his neck and placing small teasing kisses there. “The view will still be there when we have punished these clothes of yours for hiding your body from me,” Tony said as he reached around the younger man and began to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Harry leaned back into Tony’s chest, allowing himself to be undressed. Tony trailed his hands over the toned chest of the younger man; Harry was clearly active and fit, despite his slender body and short stature. Harry allowed the genius’ hands to explore without hindrance, once his shirt was hanging open; Tony took full advantage of this, his fingers brushing over the erect nipples of the smaller man, before drifting down to his belly.
There was a thin trail of hair under his fingers and he followed in down further, letting his digits tuck into Harry’s denim waistband, easily popping open the button. He cupped the erection there in his palm; the addition of the hand inside the fabric began to force the zip down slowly as Tony rubbed against the length now only hidden by the thin material of a pair of boxers.
They were high enough up, far enough above the other buildings around them, that Harry had no serious worries about anyone seeing anything he wouldn’t want them to. However, it still felt somewhat naughty, in all the right ways, to expose himself in this way in front of the wall of glass, particularly when Tony’s other hand moved his jeans down over his hip and dropped them to the floor.
It felt kind of awkward standing there with his jeans around his ankles, so Harry heeled out of his shoes and socks, and kicked off the jeans, not caring where they landed as he turned around to face Tony again. He met those brown eyes as he slowly let his undone shirt fall from his shoulders into a crumpled heap at his feet. “What now, Mr Stark?” Harry asked, his erection tenting his boxers as he smiled up at the taller man, his innocent expression incongruent to his almost complete nudity and the way he was starting to undo Tony’s clothing.
The man opted to show his ideas, rather than speaking them, capturing Harry’s lips again. Tony shrugged his now undone shirt off his own shoulders before pulling the smaller man against him, so that their warm, arousal flushed, skin was pressed against each other’s. Harry ran his fingers over the glowing device imbedded in the taller man's chest; he had heard mention of it, that it was keeping Tony alive but he was still curious as to what it was and why the other man needed it.
Now was not the time for such questions though, so he wrapped his arms around Tony’s neck, smiling up at him. Tony smiled back; his momentary concern, that the reactor had caused Harry to have second thoughts, fading as he picked Harry up and the smaller man didn't hesitate to wrap his legs around Tony's waist.
“Bedroom,” Harry gasped out but Tony was already working on that, carrying him across the room, towards one of the doors.
The taller man pressed his own back against the door, and all but stumbled into the room with Harry, the pair of them a mass of groping hands and fumbled kisses. Harry was achingly hard, having not come yet, but Tony was rapidly joining him, his own body quickly recovering thanks to the sight and feel of the beautiful man in his arms.
Tony practically dropped Harry onto the enormous bed that dominated the room, and was pulled down on top of the smaller man when Harry didn’t relinquish his grip. The younger man grinned up at him happily, thrusting his hips to rub his erection against Tony’s toned stomach.
“Lose the boxers,” Tony instructed, as he pried himself free from Harry’s arms and legs. He didn’t take his eyes from the man on his bed as he kicked off his shoes and reached down to remove his own trousers, leaving himself completely naked.
Harry had an intense look in his green eyes; the young man watched Tony watching him and he deliberately wiggled excessively as he removed his boxers, spreading his naked body over the bed covers. Had he been more sober then he might have felt more embarrassed to display himself so openly, but he knew he had a good body now after his years of Auror training and work.
"Mhmm," Tony hummed with approval, as he retrieved a small tube of lube from the bedside table before climbing onto the bed. He tucked his knee against the inside of Harry's thigh, spreading the younger man's legs as he leant over him. "Those clothes were definitely right to be punished for hiding all this from me," he said as he pressed kisses to Harry's chest, nipping lightly at one of his nipples.
"Gah, no more teasing," Harry begged. It felt like an age since he had first climbed into the limo with the man now naked above him, and he had been caught in a near constant state of arousal since then. He was half convinced that the moment that Tony even started to prepare him, he would come.
Tony agreed with the sentiment though, capturing Harry's lips in a kiss; at the same time, he managed to open the small tube of lube one handed, with practiced ease, tossing the lid behind him onto the floor somewhere. Harry's legs were bent, heels digging into the bed covers as the he pushed his body up against Tony's, desperate for friction between them.
The billionaire was really enjoying how responsive the younger man was; he was almost sad to have to pull back from the kiss to apply the slick lube to several of his fingers. He traced a single digit between the cheeks of Harry's arse, lightly pressing against the small hole there, before pushing inside.
Harry moaned happily at the sensation, biting his bottom lip a little, bearing down to show his enthusiasm. He could feel his cock twitching happily at the sensation of the finger pressing into him. "Not going to last," Harry warned, certain that he wasn't going to hold on long enough for Tony to get inside him.
"Don't hold back," Tony instructed as he added a second finger, thrusting them both inside the smaller man. He was confident that he would be able to get Harry hard again after; he would take his time to do so if he had to, he was in no hurry for this night to be over anyway. Crooking his fingers, Tony sought out the precious little bundle of nerves inside the other man.
Harry all but screamed as his orgasm hit him hard and sudden; his body clamped down on the fingers buried inside him as his basically untouched cock splattered both of their chests with his seed. Tony kissed him again, continuing to move his fingers gently inside the other man, the pressure against Harry's over sensitive nerves causing him to shudder and try to pull away.
"Do you want me to stop?" Tony asked, sitting up enough to look down at Harry with concern; he knew how touches which were usually pleasant could turn almost painful in the moments after coming.
"No, just... distract me," Harry instructed grabbing Tony's free hand and leading it to his softening cock. That too was sensitive but the taller man used the ejaculate on their chests to smooth the soft strokes he started to give Harry's length. It didn’t take long before Harry's erection was growing once more, and Tony began to pick up the pace with both hands, adding a third finger to Harry’s arse.
Tony couldn’t help the smug expression on his face as he brought Harry back to hardness; his own erection was leaking pre-cum now, encouraged by the wanton sounds falling from the younger man’s lips. Harry’s hands were reaching out for Tony, begging for more as he grappled for something more than the bedclothes to hold onto.
“Enough,” Harry said through a gasp as Tony pressed a fourth finger into his body. “Fuck me already,” he ordered, wrapping his legs around the other man’s waist, pulling him in closer. “I’m ready,” he insisted, before Tony had a chance to even think about asking him.
They both were, and so Tony moved himself further onto the bed, between Harry's legs. The taller man covered his aching cock with the lube on his fingers, mixed with Harry's cum, and lined himself up. He trailed his gaze up Harry's toned and lightly sweat glistened body, until he met the bright green eyes staring up at him, before pushing his cock inside; he watched, mesmerised, as Harry's lips parted in a soft gasp, as he began to sink himself into smaller man's body.
"Yes, more," Harry pleaded, his arms wrapped around Tony's shoulders, trying to pull the other man in deeper, loving the slight burn as Tony's erection speared him open. His back was pressed down into the soft sheets beneath them as Tony thrust, pressing further into him, the two of them already a little breathless with their needy arousal.
"Fuck," Tony gasped, as he pulled his hips back, before pressing forward again a little more forcefully that he had intended. Harry was not exactly protesting though, moaning in agreement as the hard length pressed against his prostate, causing his whole body to tingle with pleasure. Tony captured Harry's lips with his own, kissing the smaller man as he buried himself inside again enough that their groins were pressed against each other's, Harry's legs spread wide around Tony's hips.
The two of them moved together, their hips shifting and rolling, Harry's erection wedged between their bodies, leaking pre-cum. Harry's fingers tugged in Tony's hair, making the billionaire look him in eye; he loved being able to see the man claiming his body. "Tony," he gasped out, his voice a raspy plea, as he felt the other man moving inside him.
"You like that?" Tony asked somewhat breathlessly. He had a smirk on his lips as he took in the sight and feel of the man spread beneath him, and he picked up the pace, thrusting himself into Harry's body. He couldn't believe how good it felt to have the younger man's arse surrounding his achingly hard cock, the delicious friction drawing him closer to the edge already.
"Merlin, yes!" Harry exclaimed, though he didn't think that Tony had really needed the verbal confirmation, his body's responses made it clear enough. He was extremely glad that they had both come once already so that they could make this last even this long.
"So close," Tony told him, bracing his weight on one arm so that he could work his other hand between their bodies to stroke at Harry's cock in time with their writhing bodies, as they moved against one another.
Harry let out a garbled noise of pleasure at the additional sensation; he could feel his balls pulling up against his body, the friction of the larger man's groin against them adding to glorious building pressure. Harry cried out happily as Tony thrust forward hard, burying himself deep in Harry and holding himself there as his orgasm washed over him, spilling himself into the smaller man's body.
Being pinned down by the bigger man, impaled by him and able to feel the cum inside his arse, was so arousing to Harry and the pure domination of it pushed him even closer the edge; he was so very close and knew that it wasn't going to take much to tip him over. He was about to say as much when Tony pressed his lips against Harry's once more, continuing to stroke the leaking erection between their bodies. It took only seconds before Harry groaned happily into the kiss, his climax causing a full body shudder as his body clamped down against the softening cock, which still buried in Harry's arse.
They both floated in the post-orgasmic haze as they broke their kiss, Tony looking down at the man beneath him, a dopey grin on his face as he pressed their foreheads together. "Totally worth bringing you home," he said stealing another quick kiss before rolling off Harry, slipping free of the other man and lying down next to him.
"Agreed," Harry said, before stifling a yawn. "I think you wore me out," he said with a chuckle, rolling his head to the side to smile at Tony.
"I guess you will just have to sleep here then," the billionaire said, as he got up off the bed and went to grab a flannel from the en-suite, cleaning himself off. "Maybe we can try for round two in a few hours," he suggested, as he leaned around the doorframe, smirking at where Harry was still sprawled on top of the covers, hand on his chest and seemingly trying to catch his breath.
"You might be that lucky," Harry said with a grin, as he leaned up on his elbows and turned to look at Tony; he smiled gratefully as the other man returned and handed him a warm, damp flannel.
"I am definitely that lucky," Tony said with confidence, stealing a quick kiss as Harry started to clean himself off from their activities. The younger man was half tempted to use a cleaning spell, but he wasn't sure he should risk it with all the technology all around him, particularly the glowing reactor over Tony's heart. Instead took his time with the flannel before throwing it in the direction of the bathroom and scrabbling around to climb into bed next to Tony, who had already tucked himself under the covers.
"We'll see," Harry said with a chuckle, feeling sleep creeping up on him already, as Tony's arms wrapped around him and pulled him close.
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