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alphalogs2017-01-29 11:17 am
- adam parrish [the raven cycle],
- alcide herveaux [true blood],
- allison argent [teen wolf],
- cisco ramon [the flash],
- clint barton [mcu],
- derek hale [teen wolf],
- emma swan [once upon a time],
- gracie cannell [original],
- isabelle lightwood [shadowhunters],
- lydia martin [teen wolf],
- oliver queen [arrow],
- primrose everdeen [the hunger games],
- ronan lynch [the raven cycle],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- tony stark [mcu],
- zatanna zatara [young justice]
Daycycle 124 [January 29 - February 4]
daycycle 124
[Jan 29 - Feb 4]
[OOC Plotting for this Dacycle can be found here.]
Early Morning [0800 - 0900] — All Troubleshooters Report for Duty
No Specials will be selected for a mission today.
Morning & Afternoon [0900 - 1600] — Service Firm Positions
All Troubleshooters not assigned a mission should report to their Service Firm for their daily duties.
At 0900, Allison Argent will be reassigned to Armed Forces' Very Special Forces firm under Steve Rogers.
At 1300, VIOLET judge Bethany Abbott will be discovered dead in her chambers. Her death will ultimately be ruled murder by poisonous gas. Mind Control will immediately begin running coverage on her accomplishments, including the controversial decision less than a week ago to drop the treason charges against Oliver Queen and Parker and return them to Alpha. Once again, the letters "MOD" will be found at the crime scene. This time carved across Abbott's desk underneath her slumped body.
Gracie Cannell will be pulled from her blog to cover the breaking news due to her Special status.
News of the murder will spread like wildfire across Alpha, inciting fear in higher clearance citizens because VIOLET citizens were believed to be untouchable. In lower clearance citizens, the event will be enough to get ASS vocal again. Within hours there will be anti-special messages spray painted across Alpha.
Evening [1600 - 2200] — Citizen Improvement
All Alpha citizens are encouraged to better themselves through Alpha’s wide variety of educational, entertainment and cultural opportunities offered each evening. Attending these sanctioned events are not mandatory, but is highly encouraged by The Computer. Citizens choosing not to take advantage of these opportunities, have a growing number of other options available to them in how to spend their hard earned credits and free time.
Tonight’s event will be at 1800 in the Wagon Wheel, floor 25, Room H and will be held by the Extreme Ironing Club. This group is for those Alpha citizens who can't get their uniforms wrinkle-free enough. (Though anyone who may attend this incredibly boring sounding meeting, will actually find an established Free Enterprise dice game in progress instead.)
During the dinner rush, at 1900 a group of twenty ASS members in masks and armed with steel bars will form a brief demonstration in the Commissary in which they chant "Down with Specials." If there happens to be any Specials present in the Commissary at that time, they will attack them with malice.
Alpha Curfew Restrictions
All Alpha citizens should be in their quarters within the Wagon Wheel by 2200, unless they’ve been given permission from a GREEN or higher clearance level citizen. Sleeping Aid gas is dispelled each night in the Wagon Wheel at 2200 to assist citizens in getting a productive sleeping period.
Confession Booths
There are hundreds of confession booths available around Alpha Complex if a citizen would like to communicate directly with the computer. Please use these confession booths to report mission statuses, report treason or terrorist acts, unregistered mutants, confess your trespasses against Alpha Complex, request propaganda or speak with Your Friend, The Computer, at any time.
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Then he hears that moan come up from Tony's throat and he can't help but feel a certain sense of pride he's never had before. When it comes to first times, it's not just about what Steve has never done. It's also about what he's never gotten other people to do. He's made thousands of people gasp and cheer and clap, but he's never made anyone moan. At least, not that he knows about.
Tony's leg interweaves them further and Steve feels the way Tony's lips react to the way he's prompting them, and part of him just wants to do this forever. Like a kid at sixteen who's just had his first real make-out session, Steve is starting to understand why people do this and never seem to want to stop. Everything feels so perfect and right and-
Natural. He wants to think it feels natural, but as soon as he does, a pang of guilt bubbles up inside his chest, like his feelings aren't valid, or that he has no right to feel this way. Like he's doing something that he should feel ashamed of. That he's doing something wrong. But even if it causes Steve to hesitate, he doesn't stop kissing Tony, or holding onto him so desperately. That sense of what is or isn't natural has been so pounded into him that Steve isn't sure if that feeling will ever go away — he hopes that one day, it will — but right now, he stubbornly refuses to let it ruin this.
He loves Tony. He knows that now. Falling in love has become fallen in love, and he refuses to let his past take that away from him. Not this time. Not right now.
You could almost see it as an act of rebellion then, when as they kiss, Steve finds his left hand letting go of Tony's shirt and traveling down to his waist. Cautiously, tentatively, slowly, Steve's fingers trace just beneath the hemline, his fingertips as soft and light against Tony's skin as the cotton fabric itself. In the next second, he pulls the bottom of the shirt up a few inches — just far enough for Steve to slide his entire hand beneath it and onto Tony's skin.
He runs out of breath though and his heart is starting to pound even harder than before, so as the warmth of Steve's hand begins to spread itself around Tony's side, Steve lifts his lips off of Tony's, just for a minute. Just so they can catch their breath, even if what Steve's doing simultaneously ... seems to only make him want to breathe heavier.
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It's more than just attraction that he's feeling right now, though. It's more than just being turned on by the way that Steve is kissing him, the way he feels against him. It scares him - terrifies him, really - to feel like this, because he knows what this will lead to. He knows what this is. This isn't the first time that Tony has been in love, after all, but he knows his track record. He knows what generally happens and what he generally does when he's in love. There's always something that goes sideways, something that he screws up, ways that he can't quite get it right because apparently Tony Stark just wasn't designed for this kind of thing, and for a moment he even contemplates stopping this. Because shouldn't he at least warn Steve that he's a disaster when it comes to this?
He doesn't want to mess this up, though. That's not new, either, because he has made those resolutions before, but...maybe this time it really can be different. Maybe they can get this right.
God, he wants to get this right. It's an overwhelming sensation that makes him hold onto him a little tighter, kiss him a little deeper, as if silently committing even if he hasn't managed to even gather enough courage to fully admit to himself that he's in love with this man.
Especially when he feels the way that Steve's hand moves. The way his fingertips brush against his skin, and another moan escapes his lips as his hips thrust a little against him. It's entirely unplanned, but the way that Steve's hand is suddenly against his skin - his body is just reacting to the touch. To how electric this feels, to how much he wants him. He knows the intent of why Steve pulls back, but Tony is also having a hard time doing so. Because he's so much into this that his breathing is ragged, and he wants to just pull Steve in again.
He doesn't, though. Not for now, anyway. Instead, with how close Steve is to him right now, he leans in so he can press a kiss against the side of his neck. It's slow, his breathing still out of sync as he presses his lips against his skin, but the kiss lingers for a moment. He can feel Steve's pulse and the way it seems to vibrate against his skin, and his hand lets go of his shirt so he can move his hand along his skin until it reaches the small of his back. "Is this okay?" he breathes against his neck before pressing another small kiss against his neck.
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It isn't until he feels that little thrust against his own hips though, that Steve becomes incredibly aware of how vulnerable his body feels right now. Because however Tony just moved electrified him, and now the nerves in his skin are reacting all at once, and all Steve wants is to feel it again — for Tony to do that again. But he doesn't know how to ask, just like he doesn't even know what it is that Tony did, so instead, when he does break that kiss, Steve focuses on something simple that he knows the name of: desperately trying to catch his breath.
He had no idea someone could make him, or his body, feel this way.
"Mmmnhn-" The sound seems to be all that Steve can manage in response at the moment, when Tony's lips are on his neck and his hand is beneath his shirt and pressed perfectly along his back. A moment ago, Steve thought it would be impossible to be any closer than they already were. Because the only space left between them are the thin milimeters provided by their clothes. But as both he and Tony reach beneath each other's shirts, Steve realizes how wrong he really was. To accommodate their hands, both their shirts slide up just enough, and for the first time, Steve feels an inch of his stomach press against Tony's and it feels so smooth and hot, and he wants ... god he wants ...
... again, he doesn't know how to put it to words. All Steve knows is that his own breath has turned ragged and he's doing his best to hold in a whimper — one that ends up coming out anyway instead of words when he tries to speak.
But Steve tries again.
"T-Tony," he starts, in a breathy, soft whisper, and his voice is so quiet that the only reason Tony can even hear him is because of how close they are right now. And god, Steve knows he's turning red, he can feel the heat in his cheeks just like he can feel the nervousness in his chest and the desperate hope in his eyes, as he glances at Tony's. "Sh-Show me? How to do this?"
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But then he turns to look at him, and he sees his face and that look in his eyes, and...wait, what? For a moment it feels like maybe he's just imagining this - maybe he's just dreaming it because he wants it so damn badly, but that look on his eyes tell him that he heard correctly. That Steve really does want this, and Tony leans up enough to kiss his lips. It's a silent answer, a quiet way to tell him anything you want, sweetheart, because he doesn't trust his voice right now, and he slips his other hand along his side so he can move to rest it against his hip. As he kisses him, he also waits a moment to continue, as if to give Steve an out in case he doesn't really want this and it had been just something that happened in the heat of the moment - only because deep down he's terrified that Steve will find himself regretting this later - but, when it doesn't happen, he slips his fingers beneath the spot where his jumpsuit is folded at the waist.
"Just move with me, okay?" His voice is still quiet, breathless, but it's still patient. Reassuring. That silent I've got you, I promise as he looks up at him before he kisses him again. His hips thrust again, but this time with his hand on Steve's waist, he helps to guide him, to show him how to move his body. As if to show him how to do this first with clothes, to help him without necessarily rushing him. His fingers inch a little further down below the waistline of the jumpsuit, and he teasingly bites his lip.
"And you're sure, baby?" His lips are barely apart from Steve's, and he gives his side a gently squeeze.
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He takes that kiss not only as a yes, but also the beginning of of something new. Like Tony's hand on his hip, or the way that a few seconds later, Steve can feel Tony's fingers between his jumpsuit and his waist.
Just move with me, okay? Steve doesn't say anything, but as he tries to remember to breathe, he nods, and he knows Tony can feel the motion. God, he wonders, does Tony even know how beautiful his voice sounds? And how, when he uses it like this to be so comforting, it makes Steve wonder what he ever did to deserve this. Not just Tony, but to be given a chance again after what happened in Siberia. To be his friend again. To see another side of him. To fall so hard for him — not that he's said anything more to Tony about that ever since their first kiss.
But seeing that look in Tony's eyes, the one that tells him he's here, he has him, don't worry, it's enough to make Steve melt when their lips meet. Shortly after, Tony thrusts again, but this time he feels his own hips guided to meet Tony's just in the right way, and Steve gasps as he feels a fierce sense of desire overwhelming him. Like something that's been in the background this entire time has now been finally pushed into center stage. His eyes open wider as they look at Tony in suspense as he feels a pleasure that terrifies him, and if Tony starts moving his hips again, Steve will move with him, just like Tony asked.
Then he sees the way Tony is biting his lip and Steve feels like he's unraveling entirely. He wonders if Tony knows — he must know the effect he has on people. How absolutely gorgeous and charming he is when he wants to be. How it's hard for Steve to even take his eyes off him, because he feels like he could just stare at Tony forever and that still wouldn't be long enough.
But this time, it's Steve's turn to say yes with a kiss. A gentle, unwavering kiss, as if to say Yes. I trust you. Maybe if they weren't here and they were back home, Steve would never in a million years think that he would move this fast. But then again, if they weren't here and back home, maybe none of this would have ever happened. Fact is, they are here, in a place where no one gets married, or has children, or has any of the rules that Steve normally would insist on upholding. And this time, Steve isn't only out of his time, but he seems to be entirely out of his world.
Life is short, he once said. It's important not to waste the time you have. Especially when, just maybe, since Peggy all those years ago, Steve's starting to feel like he's finally found the right partner again.
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And, while at some point it might have scared Tony, right now it doesn't. A lot of people have seen Tony the playboy, but that version of himself is dead and gone. He has been dead and gone for years now, really, but that fact is being cemented right now. Every touch, every glance, every way that Tony whispers to him and right down to the way he moves, it's all specifically so that Steve can know one thing: that this is special to him, too. That this may be Steve's first time, but it's not lost on him how incredibly important this is to him as well. How significant. How absolutely unforgettable this will be for both of them.
As he kisses him again, Tony helps to undress Steve the best way he could. There's an urgency in his movement, because now that the green light has been given it's like he cannot wait to touch Steve and feel him inside him, but he doesn't move too fast in case there's a moment in which Steve ever hesitates. Because he's ready to stop, too, just in case he ends up not feeling ready, and that's important to Tony, too, that he knows that.
Except, Steve doesn't want to stop. He can see the surprise at times, the amazement at everything that's happening, but it's never hesitation. It's never a no, or a stop, and the look of pure adoration and desire in Tony's face say everything he can't say right now. That blend of you're beautiful, and I love you that he can't quite bring his voice to say yet.
He lets his movements show him, though. With every kiss he slips against his collarbone or his lips, with every way his fingertips get to know the dips and valleys of his muscles, with the way he hooks his legs against Steve's and holds him close. And then, as he 'walks him through' what to do once Steve is ready, Tony is mesmerized in the way he looks. In how happy he feels. In how Steve manages to draw out ragged moans out of him so easily in the best way possible, and as their bodies seem to blend together into one, he gets lost in the perfection of it all.
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There are many moments where Steve wants to slow down, not because he's having second thoughts, but because he doesn't want to go fast, even if sometimes it feels like his body is begging him to let it go fast as possible. He'd be lying if somewhere deep down, Steve didn't worry that to Tony, this was just another night with another person. That he was number 230 (don't ask him where that number comes from, he doesn't know) when Tony was his first. But with every kiss and every look and every touch, Tony assures him that this isn't like that. This is special, not just to Steve, but to Tony too — he can really see it in his eyes — and the way that Tony seems to cherish what's happening as much as he does. How he lets Steve insist that they go slow. How they both seem to want to remember all of this forever.
But there's also a second reason Steve wants to go slow, and it comes up in the moments when Steve is scared. It's not that he's scared of everything that feels so absolutely new, even if split seconds of fear flash through his eyes on occasion. In those moments, his fear is always mixed with a heavy sense of anticipation, so Tony can always tell that he wants to keep going. Instead, when it comes to being scared, a huge majority that fear comes through when he's worried about hurting Tony. Every time they've kissed in the past or made out against a wall, Steve's had time to process and control his movements. He's never been in true danger of getting so lost in the moment that he forgets his own strength — but this is different. The closer they come the more he realizes that he might not be able to have control, and the thought that he might accidentally hurt Tony as a result isn't something he knows how to handle.
He's hurt him too much before, which is why Steve would rather deny himself everything before hurting Tony again, especially during a moment like this. But through it all, Tony reassures him that it's alright. Especially when inevitably, Steve helps pull the shirt over Tony's head and he remembers the bruising on Tony's side and the fact that he has a broken rib right now — and the concern he had earlier comes flooding right up to the surface. But again, they're so far and so close already and Tony makes it very clear that it's alright, that he wants to keep going, that Steve won't hurt him, and it manages to assure him enough to keep going. It doesn't even occur to Steve that sometimes, pain could be a good thing in times like this, that Tony might actually like it if he was a little rougher with him. Maybe some other time.
In those final moments, the tension between holding back and wanting to let go entirely end up making everything feel that much more intense. Tony will be able to notice it too, the inner conflict that seems to be brewing inside Steve, whenever he feels how forcefully Steve might grab onto his hand, the pillow, his hips, his back, his thighs — it's always right on the edge of being painful, or leaving a bruise, because whenever Steve reacts without a filter, his grip is so much firmer, his hold is so much tighter, and the way he presses is so much more powerful than your average person. In a way, they're little glimpses into what could be, how things could feel, if that's what they wanted one day. But it's not what Steve wants today. Which is why always, on cue, Steve immediately softens his hold every time something like that happens. Forceful to soft, over and over again.
Because despite how much their surroundings have changed, for Steve, the purpose of being intimate with someone will never change. This isn't happening because of lust or desire — although he can't deny that he feels both of those things. But in the end, Steve asked Tony to show him how to go further, because Steve treats this as an act of expression — of love and trust and everything he's feeling so strongly for Tony right now. Maybe one day, when they've been steady for awhile, intimacy can be about sex or helping each other feel something incredible. But tonight, as cheesy as it sounds, Steve feels in his heart that when they finally melt into each other, all of this has been about love — making it, expressing it, cherishing it — and all the things that come with it. How he'd give almost anything to protect Tony forever. To always fight for him, and for them, in the worst of situations. To be here for him, when he needs comfort. To still be here for him, even when Tony doesn't. To prove to Tony that he can trust him with his body, just like Steve is telling him now that he trusts Tony with his.
Finally, when it's over, when they're tangled up with each other, glistening and forever breathless beneath the sheets, Steve can't help but curl his body around Tony's, holding him, kissing him, nuzzling him, and brushing his fingers though Tony's hair. He knows that he's never felt this comfortable in his entire life, and that if he wanted, right now both of them could drift softly into sleep. But there's just one last thing Steve wants Tony to know — because he remembers the way Tony looked earlier, back in the living room, and how self-conscious he'd been about his body. He'd seen glimpses of it again, just a few minutes ago, and he wants Tony to know that that he has nothing to be self-conscious about.
"Tony," he whispers, like sweet nothings into his ear. "I've always known you were beautiful. All of you." A few fingers rake through Tony's wavy curls. "Your body." He pauses there, to kiss him again, and to give the phrase time to settle in, before he continues. "Your mind." Steve nuzzles his nose against the back of Tony's neck. "And your heart." Beautiful. And this time, the word itself doesn't feel out of place. It feels perfect.
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And god, the way that Steve touches him has a way of making him come undone. He can't get enough of that, either, and when he notices that Steve hesitates the moment that he sees the bruises on his side, he wastes no time in assuring him that it's okay. That he wants this. If anything, he just holds onto him a little tighter, as if encouraging Steve to do the same with him, because he doesn't want to stop. He wants him to hold him tighter, to not hold back, to make him his. Please, his quiet moans say as he moves with Steve and takes his lips in his, please make me yours. Steve may not want to hurt him, but Tony absolutely loves how it feels when he slips just enough to let himself grip on a little tighter than usual. The sounds of pleasure that escape Tony's throat make it obvious that it's okay, that he should keep going - please keep going.
That sensation, along with everything he's feeling for him, feel like they're pushing him to an edge, and Tony does what he can to bring Steve along with him. He knows this night will be memorable because it's his first time, but he also wants him to enjoy this. To know how much Tony wants him, how perfect this is, how amazing this can feel. He wants Steve to enjoy it as much as possible because he has waited long enough to discover how this feels, and every touch, every thrust, every kiss is intended to make him feel as good as Steve is making him feel.
By the time they're tangled together, Tony doesn't feel the aftermath from the fight in the Commissary in any way. He's drowning in bliss, especially as Steve curls his body around him, and Tony hooks a leg with his so they can be completely joined together. He already knows that in the morning he's going to have a hard time leaving, because he already wants to just spend all day with him in bed, but he knows it's wishful thinking. So, instead, he just holds onto him a little tighter. He savors every way that Steve is kissing him and brushing his hair back, and Tony let's out a quiet, happy hum when Steve says his name.
He's left speechless, though, when he tells him he's beautiful. When he takes the time to tell him in every which way he thinks he's beautiful, and...Tony moves only so he can roll over to face him. He keeps himself as close to Steve as possible, because he doesn't want to leave this spot in his arms, but he needs to do this.
Because, as he rolls over to face him, it's not just to look at him. In a way, he's also letting him see him - the scars, the reactor, the physical remnants of fights and occasions when he has fought for his life. Those markings that he hates, he's letting Steve see them, and this time he doesn't shy his eyes away. Instead, he just gives him a small smile before kissing him.
I love you. The words spring up to his lips again, but he doesn't say them. Not verbally, anyway; once again, he lets the soft kiss he's giving Steve say them for him. He says it by closing the proximity between Steve and his physical flaws, and when he pulls back, it's only so he can rest his forehead gently against Steve's as he idly runs his fingertips along his back while he keeps his arm wrapped around his waist.
"I'm so lucky to have you," he whispers softly, his eyes closing. It's not the three little words that keep hanging from his tongue, but it's not a lie. He's so lucky to have him, and as sleep begins to claim him, it already feels like he's dreaming because this is perfect. Being here with him, wrapped in each other like this - there's nothing better.