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Based on the short: Chapter 5 of the Fusion Zone collection - You'll do.
Chapter 1: Swirling Passions of the Sea
The rain fell pretty consistently, but Tony couldn't find it in him to care. He stared out at the vast blue sea in all its magnificence and tired to find his calm. The Seahawk had been great at helping him to refind his centre after all the drama he had endured, but it wasn't foolproof.
He'd been tempted to dive into the bottle, but the swirling emotions around him meant he'd been forced to take a different approach. There was no chance he would have been able to stave off the feelings of the entire ship, not at the same as trying to find the bottom of the bottle to deal with his own emotions. He'd taken up yoga and meditation after his plague episode, and that had given him the chance to build up shields to keep out the world.
He'd shut down in the time after the shootout in the desert so no one would notice him. Vance decided to send him to a ship as punishment, and it was almost perfect once he'd figured out a strong enough shield. Tony knew he was online and should seek SG support, but he refused to saddle a sentinel with his sorry ass before he'd dealt with his own issues.
He should have known wishes didn't always work with natural instincts.
~*~
A new voice startled him out of his musings, "You okay there?"
Three weeks ago, Tony would have answered with a negative, not just a 'No' but a 'Hell no.' Today he was able to say. "I'm not bad, Commander."
Steve tilted his head to the side and figured out the mystery of why he'd felt the need to talk to the Agent Afloat. His team had told him he was new onboard and kept to himself which was unsurprising considering his role. Steve had still felt compelled to join him, and if there was one thing he didn't ignore, it was his gut. When he stepped closer, it felt like he'd been punched in the stomach, he whispered, "You're online."
Tony froze because he'd managed to hide in DC in front of some mighty sentinel and guides. He'd managed to avoid ever being in the area of the Prime Sentinel pair as he didn't want to push his luck. Still, much to his own surprise, he found himself answering honestly. "Yes. Six weeks and counting."
Steve stood next to him at the guard rail, not wanting to spook his Guide. Steve chose to adopt the same tactic of just staring out at the calm sea. The sea had always soothed him ever since he was first shipped away by his father. If his Guide was using it as an anchoring method, then he wasn't going to spook him. He found himself trying to understand the rationale behind his Guide's actions, "Why did you want to hide out on a boat?"
Tony snorted because that was only a question a Sentinel could ask. Then again, looking at the SEAL, Tony doubted his Sentinel had hidden a moment in his life unless a mission called for it. "Commander, you should know I've been an expert on hiding my entire life."
Steve knew that tone all too well and decided to cut through the layers of formality. If his Guide wanted to hide from him, he wasn't going to make it easy. "It's Steve, and I don't think you can truly hide when you look like you could play James Bond."
Tony smirked coyly at the Sentinel because Steve wasn't exactly average in the looks department himself. He had to point out, knowing it would be a surprise, "Do you know that you are the first Sentinel to notice I am online?"
Steve grinned, feeling way too pleased by that fact, probably more than he should be at this point. "Is that so?"
Tony turned to face the SEAL commander and took in his features, and wow, this man was all his wants wrapped in a gorgeous-SEAL package. Tony wanted to say something witty but whispered, "You are just too much for me."
Steve stepped closer, feeling bolder and following his instincts. He knew deep down in his bones that this was his Guide, and he was willing to fight to get him. "I'd say that I am just right," and Steve was teasing himself. He wasn't touching his Guide because Steve knew the minute he did - all bets were off. He wouldn't make skin contact with the Agent without his permission as it would be wrong on every level.
Tony huffed but didn't step away because Tony wanted his Sentinel, which was crazy considering they had just met. He was guessing this was probably covered in those classes he'd skipped by not registering as online. Tony might not know why, but he trusted his gut, and Steve was his Sentinel . Tony could see that his Sentinel was enjoying his internal conflict. "You're going to be one of those smug sentinels, aren't you?"
Steve was now openly grinning. It seemed his Guide was no longer hiding as he could sense more and more of his Guide. Steve was sure in his bones that this was his Guide, so he would be the bold one. "How can I not be smug with you as my Guide?"
His Guide was sad and defensive. "I'm not a SEAL."
McGarrett snorted because the man might not be a SEAL, but he was hardly a defenceless snowflake. Still, he was no stranger to insecurities, and he wanted to reassure his Guide. "You're an Agent Afloat who is now carrying more weapons on him than some soldiers I know. I get the impression you are exactly what you need to be when the situation calls for it."
Tony smirked because he should have known Steve would be able to sniff out his knives. "That's turning you on, isn't it?"
"How could it not?" Steve answered, and the distance between them had shrunk to nothing at all. It was like they both understood the importance of this initial time and were holding off until they were both sure of their feelings.
Tony stopped resisting the urge because whatever his previous thoughts on the matter seemed to fall out of his head looking into McGarrett's eyes. "I hope you're ready for all of me."
Steve pulled him into a full-body hug, greedily glutting all his sense on Tony. "Tell me, your cabin is private."
Tony nodded, trying to remain professional even as the bonding instincts kicked in. "I need to tell the Captain I am out of action for ..."
"A while."
~*~
Steve was nipping at his Guide's bottom lip, the minute they were through his cabin's door. It was a single berth and offered a semblance of privacy, and Steve was glutting himself on Tony's scent. It was the strongest in this room, which was perfect. Steve took a second to move them to the bed because he had so many plans, and they all involved them being horizontal.
Tony was pulled to the bed and laid out for his Sentinel, and he was in heaven as his Sentinel worshipped his body. It was the most seductive kissing anyone had ever done to him, and if he wasn't careful the foreplay alone was gonna kill him. His Sentinel was stretched over him, kissing each and every muscle that Steve could find. And it was clear that he was using his enhanced sight to find any hotspot on Tony's body.
Tony's brain was slowly being reduced down to pure instinct, and he was not sure how much more he could take. He had kept such a tight hold on his senses that now when he needed them, he was finding it hard to let go of his angst.
Steve felt his distress, "Don't worry, Darlin. I will help you relax."
Steve had reached Tony's nipple's and his stunning Sentinel teased him looking up through his lashes, and informed him, "Don't want you to be quiet."
The nip with just the right sting meant there was no chance of him being quiet. Tony loudly groaned as he started to unwind and pushed back against the bites, quietly demanding more of his Sentinel's attention.
As far as Steve was concerned, he was going to show Tony just why he mattered and how he would be cherished. Steve continued to lick and suck and bite a path down to the prize. He spent time playing with Tony's belly button, especially as it turned out to be a hotspot. He really wanted to take the weeping, straining erection into his mouth, but he hasn't finished mapping his Guide's body. He pulled away, and half begged, half demanded, "Turn over please."
Tony struggled, as his brain was a little lust fogged to turn over quickly. He kept rocking gently against his Sentinel's body wanting so much more but knowing their ancient dance wasn't complete. He moaned when he felt Steve's tongue guide a path straight down his spine. It was wondrous, his senses and shields were adapting and working on absorbing his Sentinel. He froze for a second as he felt the warm, wet muscle finally breach him because he'd never been rimmed in his life. He may have been adventurous, but this was something too intimate for a casual hook up. He wondered now if it was his latent instincts denying something he wanted to share only with his Sentinel.
Steve savoured the scent, and his ears were straining and committing his Guide's heartbeat to memory. His Guide was so responsive and clearly never been rimmed before. In fairness, most Sentinel's shy away from the act, because it often caused many Sentinels to zone out.
Tony didn't bother to hide his moans or bite his lip as his Sentinel was just that good. His Sentinel was teasing his rim, and it was killing him slowly. He could sense what Steve wanted, and he finally gave in and begged, "I need you in me."
He received a feral grin in return, and he heard the snick of a lube cap. The fingers teased only momentarily at his entrance, with one teasing circle before one finger pushed inside. He moaned louder than ever before as he bucked on that one finger, but wanted more, and he wasn't afraid to demand it, "I want more."
Steve chuckled low and on an octave reserved for sex, "Pushy. I'll give you everything that you need." Almost as if to prove it, a second finger was added to the mix.
It was perfect for Tony, he started to feel full and when he felt his Sentinel start to scissor him. He arched upwards and earned another throaty chuckle.
Steve could feel the bonding start to complete itself - he had sight, hearing, taste, smell, and now all that was missing was - touch.
Tony was no stranger to sex, in fact, many guides were sexual beings. However, with Steve, it was better, even more than when he was solving a mystery. He writhed, unsure of whether to go back or forth. He was lost in the warm wet sensations, wrapped deliciously around his cock. And his Sentinel was a fucking tease as he was swirling his tongue lazily like it was fun, and not driving him out of his mind. He was thrusting back and forth, enjoying the heat surrounding his cock, and then the fingers tagging his prostate. It was unsurprising that he was about to blow his load.
Steve groaned, feeling the heightened sensation of his hair being pulled. All he did though was suck harder, wanting the taste of his Guide. Steve didn't have to wait long. Tony exploded down his throat, and he hummed as he licked his Guide clean. It was a little animalistic, but Steve couldn't handle Tony smelling like anything else yet. It was going to be bad enough when they had to leave this room and suffer through five thousand different scents.
Tony was trying to do the right thing and let this go at the Sentinels pace as tradition implied it should be. Still, sometimes a guy can be wound up beyond all reason. "Come on Sentinel. Fuck me!"
Steve growled, and that should not be hot. Tony felt his Sentinel slowly and deliciously breach him. As Steve slid inside his body, it was the impetus Tony needed to let go of all his shields to encompass Steve as well. He felt the minute the bond snapped into space as it was the second that his Sentinel froze, his dark eyes blown wide in awe and love, "Guide!"
Tony's moan broke the spell, "Sentinel!"
Tony, nor Steve would ever be alone again, and they were going to be magnificent. If he hadn't been so focussed on his Guide - He would have seen an arctic wolf playing with a lion.