The man known to most only as Captain America reluctantly got up off of his bed, sighing and shaking his headhis new favorite gesture. Why do I care so much about Vision all of a sudden? he wondered. Before yesterday, I hardly knew he even existed. As soon as he thought this, though, Steve Rogers knew it for a lie. Somewhere, buried deep within his psyche, was a long-standing fascination with the synthetic Avenger. Unwilling or unable to examine the issue further, Steve pushed it away.
Stumbling into the bathroom, Steve turned the shower on and peeled off the now semen-encrusted clothing he had borrowed from Dr. Henry Pym. Tossing the too-small garments aside, Steve climbed into the shower, basking under the near-scalding jets mindlesslythat is, until memories of another shower, and all that had accompanied it, intruded upon his momentary bliss.
Succumbing to the odd mix of emotions welling up within him, Steve relived the events of the previous day, when nothing had mattered and no one had existed except for he and Vision, a vision indeeda latter-day Adonis cast in pale cream. Lathering his rock-hard physique, Steves questing hands found his rigid sex, which he began to stroke absently, subconsciously perhaps, as he stood under the steaming torrent of the shower.
As his fist, moving faster and faster of its own accord, continued to pump up and down the length of his throbbing organ, images swam before Steves eyes, of Visionhis sculpted physique, his smooth, rounded buttocks, his magnificent cock, even the oddly kind twinkle of his synthetic eyes. When the climax came, it tore through him savagely, tsunami-like, bringing Steve to his knees and ripping a desperate cry from his lips: Vision!
He collapsed to the floor of the shower, panting, water still pounding down upon his prone form. What did he do to me? Steve wondered frantically. Am I losing my mind?
Climbing to his feet, Steve cut off the showers flow and grabbed a towel, wondering what this meant. I certainly cant be in love or anything ridiculous like that, Steve thought savagely, especially not with himno, with thatI mean, hes just a machine, for fucks sake!
Toweling himself distractedly, Steve noticed a small bundle at the foot of his bed when he walked out of the bathroom. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was the costume he had left behind in Visions laboratory, neatly folded. Pinned to the garment was a note, written on heavy cotton paper of a pale cream color in an impossibly elegant and precise hand:
Vision? Are you in there? As his gauntleted fist pounded on the gleaming door of Visions laboratory, his stomach began doing backflips. What if hes not here? Then, a worse thought: What if he is?
With a small pneumatic hiss, the door slid open. Steve Rogers. I did not expect to see you so soon.
Caps heart leapt into his mouth. Swallowing convulsively, he stammered Iwe need to talk. Ioh, I didnt realize you had company. I should go. Spotting the lank form of Tony Stark through the doorway, Steve awkwardly turned to leave.
Actually, came Tonys unctuous voice, I was just leaving. Places to see, things to go, people to doyou understand. Brushing past Steve, Tony leaned in close and added in a bare whisper, Dont cock this up, causing Steve to shake his head in bewilderment.
Please, Steve Rogers, come in.
I love you, Steve blurted, instantly mortified and blushing furiously at the words that had jumped out of his mouth.
Steve?
I cant stop thinking about you. I dont care that I was just some experiment, or whateverI thinkno, I knowIm falling in love with you. His voice had become strident, high-pitched. Vision remained impassive. Well, I didnt really expect you to return the feelingI dont even know if you canbut I had to say it anyway. I guess Ill go now, he concluded in a small voice.
Just as Steve turned, preparing to slink away, Vision grabbed him, roughly pulled him in, kissed him deeply, savagely.
Wha? Steve gasped, breaking away after long moments.
Shoving Cap into the lab and closing the door, Vision replied Enough talk, Steve Rogers. Remove your clothing.
Wait! I really think we need to discuss this!
Very wellI will remove it for you. Faster than thought, Vision crossed the intervening space and hooked into Caps outfit, shredding the reinforced fabric as though it were rice paper.
Are you fucking crazy? What the hell are you doing?
I know that you wish to be dominated, Steve Rogers, and I wish to dominate you.
Youve lost your goddamned mind, Steve said, choking on a mix of anger, confusion, and sorrow. He gathered up the tattered remnants of his suit. Im leaving.
Before Steve had taken two steps, Vision seized him, spun him around, and viciously slammed him against the wall, pinning his arms at the small of his back.
Okay, this isnt funny anymore, Steve said, struggling to break Visions vise grip. Strain as he would, however, Captain Americas enhanced strength was nothing to the synthetic Avenger, who controlled Steve easily with one hand.
Crushed against the wall, chill metal burning his chest, Steve, suddenly detached, wondered what would happen next. Maintaining his grasp on Steves wrists, Vision roughly kicked Caps feet apart, spreading his legs so wide that he would have surely fallen were Vision not still holding his arms in place.
Suddenly, Vision knelt, and the androids strangely hot tongue was inside him, questing, probing his nether opening like a thing possessed. Before he could bite it back, a low moan escaped his lips; involuntarily, Steve arched his back and thrust his hips as best he could toward his violator. How quickly my body betrays me, Steve mused, noting with chagrin that his cock was already adamantium-hard and freely leaking pre-come.
Visions anal explorations seemed to last for hours. Soon, Steve was writing uncontrollably, and he gave a constant stream of sighs and moans, which seemed only to goad the android. Please, Steve whimpered. Please, I cant take any more.
Vision rose. Very well. You are my possession, Steve Rogers, he whispered in Caps ear. I will take you now.
Without further warning, Vision thrust his massive organ deep into Steve, filling him to bursting. The synthetic humanoid galloped Captain America beneath him relentlessly, striking the tightly coiled nerves of his prostate repeatedly. Within moments, Steves sex exploded in agonized ecstasy, spraying the floor with several thick ropes of semen.
As Vision continued to tear into him with those merciless thrusts, Steve began to feel as though his insides were filled with liquid fire. Soon, his spent cock returned to life, and Vision immediately wrapped his free hand around it, pumping at the same rapid pace that he was riding the pinioned Captain.
Vision began voicing a series of short, guttural grunts; Steve knew this meant that the android was close to climaxing, which immediately caused him to spill his own seed into Visions skilled hand. A mere moment later, Vision gave one final grunt, then filled Steves anus with spurt after spurt of hot juices.
In a near delirious state, Steve stood trembling, crying bitter tears while his nether opening wept a combination of synthetic ejaculate and very real blood.
To be continued
Stumbling into the bathroom, Steve turned the shower on and peeled off the now semen-encrusted clothing he had borrowed from Dr. Henry Pym. Tossing the too-small garments aside, Steve climbed into the shower, basking under the near-scalding jets mindlesslythat is, until memories of another shower, and all that had accompanied it, intruded upon his momentary bliss.
Succumbing to the odd mix of emotions welling up within him, Steve relived the events of the previous day, when nothing had mattered and no one had existed except for he and Vision, a vision indeeda latter-day Adonis cast in pale cream. Lathering his rock-hard physique, Steves questing hands found his rigid sex, which he began to stroke absently, subconsciously perhaps, as he stood under the steaming torrent of the shower.
As his fist, moving faster and faster of its own accord, continued to pump up and down the length of his throbbing organ, images swam before Steves eyes, of Visionhis sculpted physique, his smooth, rounded buttocks, his magnificent cock, even the oddly kind twinkle of his synthetic eyes. When the climax came, it tore through him savagely, tsunami-like, bringing Steve to his knees and ripping a desperate cry from his lips: Vision!
He collapsed to the floor of the shower, panting, water still pounding down upon his prone form. What did he do to me? Steve wondered frantically. Am I losing my mind?
Climbing to his feet, Steve cut off the showers flow and grabbed a towel, wondering what this meant. I certainly cant be in love or anything ridiculous like that, Steve thought savagely, especially not with himno, with thatI mean, hes just a machine, for fucks sake!
Toweling himself distractedly, Steve noticed a small bundle at the foot of his bed when he walked out of the bathroom. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was the costume he had left behind in Visions laboratory, neatly folded. Pinned to the garment was a note, written on heavy cotton paper of a pale cream color in an impossibly elegant and precise hand:
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weatherd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Numbed, Steve let the note slide from his fingertips. Tears rolling unnoticed down his cheeks, Steve pulled on the armor of Captain America slowly, purposefully, as a plan coalesced in his head.The ship has weatherd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Vision? Are you in there? As his gauntleted fist pounded on the gleaming door of Visions laboratory, his stomach began doing backflips. What if hes not here? Then, a worse thought: What if he is?
With a small pneumatic hiss, the door slid open. Steve Rogers. I did not expect to see you so soon.
Caps heart leapt into his mouth. Swallowing convulsively, he stammered Iwe need to talk. Ioh, I didnt realize you had company. I should go. Spotting the lank form of Tony Stark through the doorway, Steve awkwardly turned to leave.
Actually, came Tonys unctuous voice, I was just leaving. Places to see, things to go, people to doyou understand. Brushing past Steve, Tony leaned in close and added in a bare whisper, Dont cock this up, causing Steve to shake his head in bewilderment.
Please, Steve Rogers, come in.
I love you, Steve blurted, instantly mortified and blushing furiously at the words that had jumped out of his mouth.
Steve?
I cant stop thinking about you. I dont care that I was just some experiment, or whateverI thinkno, I knowIm falling in love with you. His voice had become strident, high-pitched. Vision remained impassive. Well, I didnt really expect you to return the feelingI dont even know if you canbut I had to say it anyway. I guess Ill go now, he concluded in a small voice.
Just as Steve turned, preparing to slink away, Vision grabbed him, roughly pulled him in, kissed him deeply, savagely.
Wha? Steve gasped, breaking away after long moments.
Shoving Cap into the lab and closing the door, Vision replied Enough talk, Steve Rogers. Remove your clothing.
Wait! I really think we need to discuss this!
Very wellI will remove it for you. Faster than thought, Vision crossed the intervening space and hooked into Caps outfit, shredding the reinforced fabric as though it were rice paper.
Are you fucking crazy? What the hell are you doing?
I know that you wish to be dominated, Steve Rogers, and I wish to dominate you.
Youve lost your goddamned mind, Steve said, choking on a mix of anger, confusion, and sorrow. He gathered up the tattered remnants of his suit. Im leaving.
Before Steve had taken two steps, Vision seized him, spun him around, and viciously slammed him against the wall, pinning his arms at the small of his back.
Okay, this isnt funny anymore, Steve said, struggling to break Visions vise grip. Strain as he would, however, Captain Americas enhanced strength was nothing to the synthetic Avenger, who controlled Steve easily with one hand.
Crushed against the wall, chill metal burning his chest, Steve, suddenly detached, wondered what would happen next. Maintaining his grasp on Steves wrists, Vision roughly kicked Caps feet apart, spreading his legs so wide that he would have surely fallen were Vision not still holding his arms in place.
Suddenly, Vision knelt, and the androids strangely hot tongue was inside him, questing, probing his nether opening like a thing possessed. Before he could bite it back, a low moan escaped his lips; involuntarily, Steve arched his back and thrust his hips as best he could toward his violator. How quickly my body betrays me, Steve mused, noting with chagrin that his cock was already adamantium-hard and freely leaking pre-come.
Visions anal explorations seemed to last for hours. Soon, Steve was writing uncontrollably, and he gave a constant stream of sighs and moans, which seemed only to goad the android. Please, Steve whimpered. Please, I cant take any more.
Vision rose. Very well. You are my possession, Steve Rogers, he whispered in Caps ear. I will take you now.
Without further warning, Vision thrust his massive organ deep into Steve, filling him to bursting. The synthetic humanoid galloped Captain America beneath him relentlessly, striking the tightly coiled nerves of his prostate repeatedly. Within moments, Steves sex exploded in agonized ecstasy, spraying the floor with several thick ropes of semen.
As Vision continued to tear into him with those merciless thrusts, Steve began to feel as though his insides were filled with liquid fire. Soon, his spent cock returned to life, and Vision immediately wrapped his free hand around it, pumping at the same rapid pace that he was riding the pinioned Captain.
Vision began voicing a series of short, guttural grunts; Steve knew this meant that the android was close to climaxing, which immediately caused him to spill his own seed into Visions skilled hand. A mere moment later, Vision gave one final grunt, then filled Steves anus with spurt after spurt of hot juices.
In a near delirious state, Steve stood trembling, crying bitter tears while his nether opening wept a combination of synthetic ejaculate and very real blood.
To be continued