Author's Note: Well here we are at the end of the challenge. It was a lot of fun, and I hope you have enjoyed these little fluffy ficlets as much as I have enjoyed writing them. To everyone who read, and reviewed thank you all for your support. Maybe I'll get ambitious and try it out for another couple, for now though I have a couple of stories on the go so I will try and get those done up. Once more thanks, and I hope you enjoy the final instalment.

Little Moments Like These

Little Moments (Prompt 30: Doing something hot)

He caught those eyes across the room, a sultry heat flashing in those deep blue depths. The look making him catch his breath heart thumping wildly in his chest. With little effort he held him enthralled, immobile amongst the sea of glitter and party. A faceless someone walked between them then breaking the contact.

Regaining his breath Tony tried vainly to pay attention to the people talking to him, laughing falsely as they offered him congratulations. Tony Stark as he always had took it all in stride, all the while plotting how he was going to escape with Steve.

"If I could get everyone's attention for a moment," Pepper Potts-Hogan was looking beautifully elegant, still gorgeous after three kids.

"I would like to thank you all for coming tonight because I know Tony won't do it." Laughter rippled across the room, and the billionaire rolled his eyes. Taking a chance glance once more to his husband. Those intense eyes still boring into him with a heat that fired his blood.

"Seriously though, we are here tonight to celebrate, so lets raise out glasses to Tony and Steve. May your next ten years together be just as beautiful as the first ten." Glasses around the room raised, including Tony offering his girl a smile.

Her speech over the music started up again, a slow dance floating through the speakers. Couples moving slowly around the floor.

"Dance with me?" the voice was husky, deep, Tony shivered. Lacing his fingers with his husbands of a decade they moved onto the floor. Falling together as they had so many times before, they moved about the floor. Dark brown eyes looking gazing into deep blue, that heat still there.

Pressing into his lover, Tony vaguely wondering what had gotten into Steve this evening. Not that he minded, he could take or leave this way to big party. The only reason he'd agreed to it in the first place was because Steve was using it as a way of collecting for his new charity for wounded vets.

"You look so good tonight," Steve whispered in his ear, pressing a lingering kiss were collar neck met. The big man relishing every hitched breath, every small movement.

"You're not so bad yourself husband mine," Tony returned tilting his head upwards to kiss his taunting lover. They paused in the middle of the floor, the room and people slipping away as they lost each other in warm heated lips.

"Should I get the hose?" Clint's taunting voice brought them back to the present. Tony flipping him off arms still behind Steve's head.

"Are you still around?" the genius muttered, eyeing the archer holding his wife of six years close. Natasha radiant in her second pregnancy.

"It's their night Clint," she chastened softly.

"True, but they've come to anticipate the abuse, it would be cruel if me not too." He shot them a cocky look before it softened into something he rarely showed, a genuine look of tenderness.

"Happy anniversary you two."

Tony returned the smile. Steve still didn't quite understand the relationship between the two men, but it seemed to have only deepened over the years. They fought, and bickered like children, played pranks on one another….and when Clint had taken a bad fall several years ago Tony had spent the majority of the man's covalence by his side. Playing video games and arguing the entire time.

The two men hugged in a brotherly fashion, before Natasha pulled each of them close, kissing their cheeks. "You crying Tasha?" Tony teased gently.

"It's the hormones," she groused. Both Tony and Steve, now veteran Uncles knew better then to argue. Tugging her close again Clint swept them away, across the floor.

"Brothers in arms, it is a most joyous day!" Tony felt himself enveloped in a bone crushing hug. Over the years he had learned the trick to surviving Thor's hugs, like a bear attack, it was best to just let it happen and hope for the best.

"Thanks Thor," he wheezed released back to the floor, dodging out of the way as the Norse God snapped up Steve next.

"Congratulations," Bruce gave him a much gentler hug.

"You took Bruce," he returned the embrace the scientist looked happy. Almost perpetually so these days, would seem marriage agreed with the Doctor.

Tony thought Thor had the patience of a Saint he'd never seen a man drag out getting married so long as Bruce had. The pair had only tied the knot this year past after almost seven years of engagement, including a separation of nearly two years when Thor was needed at home.

"We shall toast to your most joyous union, I have brought mead."

Steve amused patted the big man, "Sounds good." Happily the God held his arm out for his husband the pair moved off to speak with others.

"Alone again," Steve was back, focusing all his attention on the man he loved. Tony stepped into the circle of his arms, the warmth and feeling of love oh so familiar.

"Think we can sneak out of here?" Tony purred. Steve's laugh was warm, earthy, and full of promises.

"Anticipation heightens the pleasure my love."

-#-

Tony was pretty sure he was going to spontaneously combust.

This little battle of wills Steve was playing with him, was going to be the death of him.

He tried to pay attention the sea of faces, some known, mostly just glory chasers. Anywhere the Avengers where was the place to be, even if these days they were old news. It would appear the world had no shortage of superheroes, but that didn't mean Iron Man and Captain America were ready to hang up their gauntlets and shield.

Eyes skimmed the crowd seeking out the blond without conscious thought. Looking so handsome in his formal suit tonight, his tie a red and gold, while Tony sported his husbands red, white, and blue.

They meet across the room once more, and Tony knew there and then it was over. Excusing himself he was across the floor and to his husband in seconds, the amused grin on Steve's face lasting as he was dragged across the room and to the elevators. As the doors closed, Tony was on him.

Lips and tongues meshing, hands tore at clothing uncaring. Coats left in the elevator shoes and socks kicked off as they exited on their suite level. Steve supporting his husband as they stumbled across the floor ties tossed away. Shirts hit the stairs slithering down several steps before coming rest; not that two men noticed.

"Steve," he mumbled against already kiss swollen lips they paused halfway down the hall to the bedroom pants falling to their ankles, quickly kicked off.

Boxer briefs the last to go on the threshold of their room as Tony in his arms, withering and begging.

They never made it to the bed.

Tony's back hit the wall beside the door, as big hands held his thighs open. Worn fingers tangled in blond locks as he felt his lover penetrate him in one smooth, well practiced movement.

Groaning he arched, back hit the wall in a steady rhythm as his husband took him against the wall roughly. A sharp pain flared in his neck near the chain he always wore, Steve biting down possessively. The big man shuddered angle shifting as he wrapped his legs tighter, squeezing his muscular waist. Tony knew he'd have bruises tomorrow, his back would ache, and no doubt he'd limp around….but it was all worth it.

A big hand was between them roughly jerking his weeping erection, begging for release. "Steve," he chanted his lovers name again and again, as he fell apart in those strong arms. He came shuddering with the force of his orgasm, as he cried out. Seconds later he felt the familiar warm wetness filling him, holding tight to his husband as they road out their climax.

Panting, sweat slicked, Steve still pinning him to the wall kissed him sweetly. Moving slowly the soldier carried them to the washroom. Cleaning up as they kissed, limbs lax, in the lassitude of the after glow.

"Think they miss us at the party?" Tony teased as they collapsed into bed, sprawling across the sheets.

"Don't care, this is where I want to be," Steve rumbled huskily crawling over him, that hunger still his eyes.

Muscular arms wrapped around the blond, hearing his tags clink against his metal chest.

"Still want me after ten years my love?" Tony mumbled, looking into those beloved blues eyes. They were beginning to look a little older, fine lines, and few gray hairs, but Steve had serum power, and Tony…well it would appear his hardware had an interesting side effect; slowing his aging process.

"I signed on for forever," Steve mumbled kissing his husband deeply.

Tony Stark bit his lip as his lover stroked and caressed him with well practiced ease. He wanted this man again, like he had since he'd first meat him.

Their lives had become entwined and tangled since the day Steve Rogers became Captain America. Their story spanning generations, both the good and the bad.

Now more then a decade together he knew their was no one he'd rather face the future with. He gasped and arched as a rough tongue circled his arc teasing where metal and flesh met. Arching wantonly he rubbed callused hands up and down the broad back. Those lips trailing lower across his abs. Fingers moving to tangle in blond hair as that tongue lapped delicately at his semi hard erection, coxing it back to life.

As they lay twined together in bed, Tony Stark had a moment of startling clarity looking down into those wicked blue eyes.

It wasn't the battles, the parties, or even the large events he remembered so well…it was the little moments like these.

Teeth grazed him tauntingly and all thoughts were driven from his head, surrendering to the man he loved.

End.