“Do you need me to carry you?” Happy asks as they step into the elevator, Peter shakes his head and cradles his overly large belly.

Twins. Peter hasn’t expected twins but he got them anyways, Tony had been so stoked when he had told him, cried like a baby and had fallen to his knees to kiss Peter’s belly even though they were the size of a walnut at that point.

“I’m fine, honest.” Peter smiles at Happy and leans into Happys arm and scents over his jacket.

Peter never was really affectionate, his parents when he was young weren’t affectionate either so when his hormones started changing with his pregnancy suddenly he was over everyone. Peter had to scent everything with his Omegan smell so it would put him at ease. He usually rubs his neck raw when he scents Tony’s jaw, stubble burn is real and it fucking hurts.

“Are you sure? Because you’ll never be too heavy to pick up.” Happy insists, hand coming around to brush his scent along Peter’s wrist.

“Mmhm, I’m good. Thanks anyways.” The elevator dings when it reaches the eighth floor.

They walk out onto the floor with Happys hand on the small of Peter’s back, hovering nervously. Peter walks down the hallway until he reaches the red door at the end, it’s shut and most likely locked so no one wanders in, Peter stands by the door while he waits for Happy to unlock it.

“I’ll be here when you’re finished.” Happy says as he holds the door open for Peter.

“Thanks Hap.” Peter leaves the man by the door as he walks in, the first thing Peter notices is the smell. Tony must be in session.

Walking further into the room and around the small corner Peter sees Tony standing over a tied up man who’s slumped in his chair. Tony grabs the man’s chin and forces him to look up, the man looks like someone’s taken a meat pulveriser to his face. Their eyes meet and Peter watches as Tony throws a glance over his shoulder when he realises the guy isn’t looking at him.

“Hey sweetheart, I missed you at lunch. You good?” Tony says causally like he isn’t about to beat the man’s face in even further.

“My appointment ran later then I thought it would, peanut was being stubborn and wouldn’t let Dr Cho get a look at ‘em.” Peter and Tony has taken to naming the twins peanut and bean since they chose to keep the genders a surprise.

“Takes after you that’s why, you got any pictures for me gorgeous?” Peter moves closer and takes the sonogram from his satchel.

“Wish you coulda been there.” Tony drops the man’s chin and wipes his bloodied fingers on the guys shirt before taking the picture.

“Jesus, they’re so big now.” Peter stands beside his husband and leans into him, scenting him.

“Just think, in a couple more week they’ll be here with us.” Tony purrs deep in his throat causing Peter to chirp in return.

“Went by too quick, I’m gonna have to put more pups in you so I can keep you glowing baby.” Peter nods and leans up to kiss Tony softly.

“Anything for you Alpha.” Tony chuffs before taking a step back to breath.

“Why don’t you sit honey? I got some business to settle.” Peter sighs happily and drops into the leather sofa pushed up against the far wall.

His ankles thank him profusely and his spine blesses him from the relief.

“You need anything before I start?” Tony stands by the guy again hesitating as he hovers over a small metal table full of all types of good things.

“Nah, unless you got something good to eat on that table of yours?” Peters body is starting to go lax as the plush chair sucks his body further into its stuffing.

“No luck darling but I promise after I’ll buy you whatever you feel like, okay?” Peter nods and watches sleepily as Tony draws his fingers over a few metal instruments.

Tony decides on a pair of pliers, he squeezes them a few time’s in front of the guy before grabbing his hand specifically his index finger.

“Look, I’ve got a heavily pregnant Omega sitting over there who needs my undivided attention, so we can do this the quick and easy way where you tell me exactly what you told Beck or we’ll do it the hard and slow way where I pull each and every one of your nails out of your filthy fingers until I hear what I wanna hear? You don’t want me to disappoint my wife do you? You heard him, he’s real hungry and waiting patiently like a good Omega, so choose. Fast.” Tony threatens as he moves the pliers down to grab onto the guys fingernail. He starts to tug when the man stays silent.

“No no, stop I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!” Tony smiles smugly.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear.” The guy groans and lets his head drop before starting.

Every once in a while when Tony doesn’t feel like he’s getting the whole truth or answer he pulls at the nail more and more until by the end he’s fully dislodge it.

“I’m glad we could do this the easy way.” Tony drops the pliers on the guys lap before picking up his switchblade, the one Peter bought him for their first anniversary.

It slices through the man throat like knife through butter, he chokes and struggles against his ties as Tony wipes the blade down on guys shirt.

“Tony?” Peter asks gently as Tony places the switchblade back on the table.

“Yeah honey?” Peter watches as Tony walks over to the industrial sink and turns the tap on, he holds his hands under the stream of water and scrubs.

“Need you.” He whines, hand coming to pull at his aching nipple through his dress.

“Course you do, watching me kill always gets you going doesn’t it angel?” Peter nods furiously as he shoves a hand between his legs, not getting far with the baby bump.

“Need my Alpha!” Peter squeals when Tony slams the tap off, he grabs at a towel and dries his hands quickly before stalking towards Peter.

“Hands off.” Tony demands as he kneels on the sofa, knees digging into the edge.

Peter stops touching himself and lets his arms hang by his sides.

“Good boy.” Tony reaches forward and starts to unbutton Peter’s dress until it parts for him.

“Alpha... Tony.” Peter moans as Tony’s mouth comes to suck on his puffy nipples, mouth tugging and drawing at the skin until it stings.

Peter holds Tonys head against his chest until he’s done laving his nipples, Tony draws his mouth down Peter’s chest, over his belly giving it a long kiss before dropping to the floor so his mouth is level with his panty covered cock.

“Such a delicate thing aren’t you? All wrapped up in the pretty things I buy you, living comfortably and happily. God it turns me on how much you’re kept. Turns me on that you let me take care of you baby, makes me feel like a good man when I know I’m not.” Tony says in between sucking bruises into Peter’s chubby thighs, another thing pregnancy has given him. He’s all curves and chubbiness now. Tony loves it.

“You’re such a good Alpha, taking care of his little ‘Mega, taking such good care of me.” Peter insists as he runs his fingers through Tony’s salt and pepper hair.

“Always. Mine. Forever.” Tony bites really hard into Peter’s thigh and he shakes as his orgasm is ripped from him.

Peter screams and claws at any thing his fingers can grab.

“Yours. Forever.” Peter promises, moaning when Tony laps at his panties, sucking useless Omega cum through the peach pink fabric. Gently brushing against his small cock, stimulating him in the worst and best of ways.

When Tony is done he stands and unbuckles his belt, harshly tugging his cock out and stripping it hard and fast. Peter manages to just rest the head on his lips, Tony’s knuckles brushing his swollen lips on every upstroke. With just a little suction on Peter’s side Tony’s coming quickly splattering over the bridge of Peter’s nose before he can suck the head into his mouth fully, cum flooding his mouth before being swallowed.

“Such a good boy.” Tony murmurs as he brushes a few curls off of Peter’s face, thumb rubbing the cum into his skin until it’s gone. Marking Peter.

Peter suckles on the head for awhile sucking until no more comes out, then just waiting for Tony to go soft so he can suck him back to hardness again.

“Gotta let me go if you wanna eat bug.” Tony says as he starts to pull away.

“But I can just have this. Always fills me up.” Peter sticks his tongue out, a small pool of fertile cum sits in the curve of his tongue. Peter swallows it loudly before looking up at Tony.

“Fuck. You’re gonna put me into an early grave brat.” Tony let’s Peter take his cock back into his mouth after a few minutes of Peter nuzzling at his crotch.

“Not before the babies are born.” Peter says around a mouthful. Tony nods and thrusts gently into his mouth.

Tony shakes hands with Howard as he sits down in front of the older man’s desk. It’s quiet and Tony can’t help but notice how Howard’s mood seems to be off.

“I’ve called you here because there’s family business to attend to.” Howard says as he grabs a cigar from his handmade wooden box.

“And you’ve called me here why?” Tony asks as he watches his father cut the end of his cigar, he lights a match and puffs until the cigar is lit.

“Your mother and I need to leave the city to handle with said business. You need to pull your thumb out of your ass and deal with everything here while we’re gone.” Howard points his cigar at Tony while he speaks.

“I’ve had my thumb in my ass?” Tony asks confused.

“Yes Anthony, you’re suppose to be Don and all you’ve done so far is upset our investors and shown them that you can’t be taken seriously.” Howard leans back in his chair, disappointment written clearly on his face.

“What have I done that makes them think I can’t be taken seriously?” Tony asks.

“That little stunt you pulled with that whore of yours didn’t exactly blow over well with our investors.” Tony grits his teeth.

“Peter isn’t a whore, he’s a human being and he’ll be treated like one. Traditions be damned.” Howard glares at him for a moment before slamming his hand down on the table.

“You listen boy and you listen well, we have these traditions for a reason. You will follow them to the T and nothing more, am I making myself clear?” Tony stays quiet, “I said, did I make myself clear!” Howard shouts.

“Crystal, Sir.” Howard nods and stubs out his cigar.

“Good, I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding. Now get out of my sight.” Tony stands from his chair and leaves Howard’s office.

Steve and Thor are waiting by the door, talking between each other.

“C’mon on assholes we’re leaving.” Tony walks ahead and hears their footfalls behind him.

Tony’s in a sour mood for the rest of the afternoon, he works through papers and by six he’s hanging out of his balcony smoking his third cigarette.

“You know those are bad for you right?” Tony sighs and flicks his tongue against his right incisor.

“What’s your point? Trying to make me feel guilty or some shit?” Peter comes closer and leans against the balcony.

“No, but I hope you know what you’re doing to your body.” Tony ashes his cigarette then stubs it out.

“Thanks for ruining my moment of peace.” Tony tucks the Marlboro behind his ear and heads inside, Peter follows.

Tony sits down at his chair and leans back into the plush leather, Peter stands to the side, fingers making knots in his sweater.

“Fuck I can hear you thinking from over here. Spit it out whatever has your gears turning.” Peter startles before calming.

“I know I’m your prisoner and all but staying in the apartment is making me go stir crazy, I’m looking at the same four walls all day and I can feel my mind melting.” Tony rolls his eyes.

“Fine I’ll put ‘catering to your every need’ on my list of to-do things, your highness.” Peter huffs softly, his mouth turning pouty.

“Can I at least have something new to read? Just something to make it less mind numbing.” Tony looks at Peter.

“You’ve read all the books already?” Peter nods, “impressive, there’s at least more than a hundred books laying around.” Tony leans forward and grabs a pen and notepad.

“I’ve had a lot of time on my hands lately.” Peter says.

“Smartass, here, write down what you want and I’ll send someone to get it for you.” Tony slides the pen and paper over towards Peter.

“Or I could leave this tower and just go to a bookstore myself. It would be easier.” Tony chuckles, he likes that the kids got guts, even just suggesting what he’s suggesting takes bravery.

“No, but that was a valiant attempt to get outside. Now write down names before I change my mind.” Peter frowns and grabs the pen and paper.

Tony waits patiently for Peter to finish, when he does he throws down the pen hard and storms out. Tony figures Peter will get use to being home bound eventually. Tony takes the paper and snorts when he reads what’s on it.

Tony is only seventeen when he takes over the family business, his father entrusting him with the family legacy. He drops school and gives his undivided attention to running his small piece of Midtown Manhattan, he quickly becomes boy king and people bow to him as if he were actual royalty and not some boy who’s too big for his boots.

Tony is nearing eighteen when his father tells him it’s tradition to have his first kill on his birthday. It takes a while for planning but on Tony’s eighteenth he storms a lab and successfully kills the Parkers, well Richard and Mary anyways. Tony takes Peter like a war prize and keeps him locked away in his penthouse, he then signs him out of school and erases his identity completely.

Tony’s learnt that people don’t take too kindly to you when you keep them prisoner. Had learnt when a book comes flying at his head when he tries to walk into his own damn room to talk to the kid.

“For a small person you’ve got force.” Tony says as he picks up the book from the floor.

“Stay away from me you monster.” Tony clucks his tongue and slots the book back into its place in the bookcase.

“Now now, you shouldn’t be so rude to your host.” Peter backs up against the furthest wall.

“Is that what they’re calling kidnappers now?”

Tony walks over to his bed and sits down on the crumpled sheets.

“Look I’m gonna be completely honest with you. I’m not letting you go so you might as well accept that this is your home now and get comfortable.” Peter shakes his head, ever so defiant.

“This will never be my home. Not with you around anyways.” Tony rolls his eyes, dramatic much?

“Okay well I’m gonna head into the kitchen to eat, if you don’t wanna come out I’ll send someone to give you food.” Peter stands his ground and Tony shrugs. His loss.

Tony leaves Peter and texts Bucky to come into the apartment.

“Sir?” Bucky asks as he leans down to kiss Tony’s ring.

“Peter’s being stubborn. He needs to eat but refuses to come out, would you be a lamb and go give him this?” Tony slides a plate of steak and vegetables over to Bucky.

“Yes sir. Anything else?” Tony shakes his head and sits down to eat his own dinner.

Two weeks later Peter ventures out of the bedroom and Tony finds him sitting on the floor in front of the fridge eating yoghurt.

“I think I’ll call you Lol.” Tony remarks as Peter’s head flicks up at the sound of his voice.

“You’re disgusting. That book is terribly written and promotes pedophilia.” Tony leans against the kitchen island.

“I think it’s romantic. How love can bloom and blossom even when they’re so many obstacles that get in the way. It’s beautifully tragic.” Peter licks his spoon and closes the yoghurt lid.

“You’re weird.” Tony laughs.

“Thanks kid. Anyways I’ve got a meeting and I want you to come with.” Peter scrunches his nose.

“Come with? What makes you think I want to go anywhere with you?”

“Well for one, Bucky’s gonna be there and I know you two have a little thing going on but just to clue you in on some things, I don’t like sharing what’s mine.” Peters eyes widen.

“Yeah that’s right, I hear when he touches you when you think I’m not around. I mean he can’t even last two minutes before blowing his load that mustn’t be very satisfying.” Tony says with a little chuckle.

“I-I.”

“It’s okay baby, I forgive you, just don’t let it happen again because if I catch you with him I might lose my cool and we don’t want that to happen right?” Tony smiles.

Peter nods.

“Good I’m glad we understand each other.” Tony kisses the top of Peter’s head.

Tony leads Peter down the elevator and into the underground parking where Thor and Steve wait by his car. The two bodyguards nod at Tony and open the door for him and Peter, they slide in and Tony pulls out his phone immediately checking his emails.

“Mr Stark would you like the divider up?” Thor asks as the car purrs to life.

“That’d be great thanks.” The metal divider slides up and Tony can’t help but notice how Peter plasters himself to the door.

“Don’t worry I’m not gonna do anything to you, not yet at least.” Tony smiles charmingly then goes back to his phone.

The drive to the restaurant is short and when they arrive Tony grabs Peter around the shoulders and walks them inside, Peter fights him every step of the way but it doesn’t bother Tony much.

“Ahh Tony, my good man.” Tony grits his teeth before he forces a faux smile.

“Pearce, it’s good to see you old timer.” Guy chuckles as he takes Tony’s hand in a death grip.

“And who might this be?” Guy asks as his gaze strays to Peter.

“Someone that isn’t yours to look at.” Tony growls.

“Peter Parker sir.” Peter says at the same time.

“Ah well it’s nice to meet you Peter Parker.” Guy places a hand on Peter’s shoulder and squeezes firmly.

Tony’s had enough and walks them away.

“You don’t speak to them at all, got it? You’re here to look pretty on my lap and that’s all and if I catch you chatting with my associates I’ll have Barnes shot between the eyes, are we clear?” Tony threatens into Peter’s ear.

“Crystal.” Peter says shakily.

“I’m so glad you understand me Pete, always knowing when to stop pushing my buttons. You’re a very good boy.” Tony kisses the top of Peter’s head.

After a few more guests arrive they all sit down at the round table reserved for them, Tony sits the closest to the door and forces Peter to lounge on his lap.

“This is embarrassing.” Peter whispers as Tony wraps an arm around his waist to steady him.

“Yeah well, I don’t make the rules, I wanted a chair for you but these men are old school and think pretty things such as yourself should be kneeling by their owners feet.” Tony can see Peter grit his teeth.

“You’re not my owner.”

“I wholeheartedly agree love, I’m hoping we’ll be sweethearts but maybe that’s wishful thinking considering you’re getting banged by two pump chump.” Tony can’t help but laugh as Peter’s nose screws up.

“At least he treats me like a human.” Peter snides.

“Well if you’d give me a chance I’m sure you’ll find that I can treat you lavishly. I don’t just wear designer clothes for nothing love.” Peter pushes his head to Tony’s shoulder and hooks his chin over.

The meeting starts without a hitch and soon the restaurant is full with chatter, good food and the occasional jovial laugh. Tony sits back and eats his food, every so often feeding some biscotti to Peter to keep him at bay. It seems to work well until Peter has to go to the bathroom.

“I need to pee.” Peter hisses into his ear.

“Can’t you wait until we’re home?” Tony mumbles back as Guy distracts the company with a stupid ass story.

“No. Stop treating me like I’m some robot, I gotta pee now.” Tony huffs and helps Peter off his lap.

“If you’ll excuse us men, I gotta take a leak.” Tony omits as he takes Peter’s hand and walks them to the bathroom.

Peter pisses and washes his hands then dries them with some paper towelling.

“You’re staring at me.” Tony smiles softly.

“You’re very pretty that’s all.” Peter meets Tony’s eyes in the mirror, his cheeks going rosy red.

“Whatever.” Tony takes Peter’s hand again and walks them back to the table.

Tony feels he might be getting somewhere finally with Peter, he doesn’t want to screw this up because he genuinely wants to have a relationship with Peter. So Tony does something that may come back to bite him in the ass, he pulls his chair out and gestures for Peter to sit down before he loses his courage.

“Wait, really?” Tony nods once and Peter smiles gently and sits down, Tony tucks him up to the table and grabs a chair from a vacant table.

He drags it over to Peter’s side and sits down, all his associates are staring and Tony wishes he could just flip them the finger but he can’t and he settles for just continuing to eat his food.

The conversation carries on moments later and within the hour the meeting is over and Tony can’t wait to get out of there, he feels suffocated and sick.

“Well gentlemen it’s been a pleasure.” Tony remarks as he takes Peter’s bicep in hand.

He shakes a few hands as he leaves the restaurant and when they get into the car Tony groans and slides his shoes off, he takes the crystal decanter and pours himself a finger of whiskey.

“Thank you.” Tony almost spits his alcohol.

“What?” Peter rubs at the back of his neck.

“I know you letting me have a chair was a big thing, all those men wouldn’t stop staring so I assume you’ll be in the doghouse for breaking rules or whatever but thanks for treating me like a human and not some piece of jewellery.” Tony drinks the rest of the whiskey before pouring more.

“Uh yeah, sure. It’s no big deal, I just was getting tired of you on my lap.” Tony says flippantly. He hates the words that leave his mouth the moment he says them.

“And just so you know, I only talk to Bucky because I’m lonely locked away in my tower.” Tony sees the soft hurt behind Peter’s eyes.