A Legend; Irreverent

Jim Hammond was fucking perfect. His smooth warm – no, hot – synthetic skin was unmarred despite the years he had been inside of it. His eyes were such a shade of grey that they seemed bright white, staring out with a blankness as his pupils never dilated – he didn’t need that to see; that was entirely too human– just too long, dark, thick eyelashes fluttered down against his perfect –unflushing – cheeks.  He was naked on the cool metal table, and Tony could only think it was cool like the most average metal in the places untouched by the Torch, not hot like the robot’s molten touch.



He was as unashamed of his body as a young child, because he didn’t know he needed to be ashamed in front of another man, and Tony appreciated that relaxed nature almost the same way he appreciated the every inch of perfection that Dr. Horton had left him with. He had a hand in the blond –so fucking smooth – synthetic hair and he was just finishing up the patching to the incision in the synthetic material.  It had been a trial to figure out how to cut it and then fix the cut, Jim didn’t heal, and his skin didn’t melt so it couldn’t be heated back together.



God, Tony had never felt so much lust in his life than at the automatic thought, which had been to remove the smooth soft human suit and reveal the robotics beneath it to his inspection. Jim wanted to be human; he wanted that rush of desire and sexuality and Tony had promised he could fit the data into him to make the release of tension in his system feel orgasmic. It had been an interesting wiring to work with, all out of date, but yet so modern. The man was filled with codes that made Tony eager to read them longer, but Jim, poor Jim didn’t appreciate his unique nature. He didn’t want to remove the skin, so now Tony was using some dab of acid here and there and then pushing it flush together to meld the cut.



He moved his hand out of the hair finally, and brushed it back down into place for the man. “Perfect! Good as new, Jimbo!” He grinned, and there was the radio-announcer voice returning the response. “I feel the same.” Jim informed Tony with just a hint of dry annoyance in his tone. A hand slid down his waist from behind him and grasped his hipbone. “Well that’s because we haven’t tested it out yet. Your mainframe might take a bit to process the new information without a system reboot.” Tony informed him, and he pressed a kiss to the Torch’s neck, listening to that gentle inhale with appreciation both for the mechanisms which allowed that perfect sound and for the chance to do this.



“How should we test it?” Jim inquired and Tony would have sworn he was fishing for dirty-talk to go along with the scene if he hadn’t known about Jim’s level of trust in his friends, and his belief that they would never lead him astray. It wasn’t so astray, Tony thought, to test out the programming himself, because he understood Jim far better than any other human might.  “I’m going to try out a few things to see if I programmed your erogenous zones correctly.” The engineer explained to Jim and he turned the android’s face upwards to press a kiss on his lips; Jim pressed back instinctively now and there was no hesitation in letting his tongue slide into the man’s mouth to deepen the kiss.



Tony let his hand slide down to the Torch’s magnificent cock – it was designed perfectly for having been made by a heterosexual man – and he slid his hand down the length of it, smirking when a moan escaped Jim’s lips, deep and eager. “Do that again?” He requested, and the engineer obliged him, running his hand slowly down and then back up the length before he reached for a bit of oil to lubricate the motion. The torch squirmed against the table to the point of shaking it and Tony pulled him down and off of it, turning him over. Automatically the man leaned forward over it – because he’d been fully programmed for multiple techniques – and he groaned when a lubricated finger entered him in response. It hadn’t been the first time Tony had intended, but who was he to argue with the hero?



“How does that feel?” Tony asked and he moved his finger back and forth, watching Jim grab at the table to hold still; his hands were heating up hot enough to bend the metal but god it was worth more than that table to do this. “It tingles.” Jim explained and the naivety seemed so sweet from his lips, almost as sweet as it was to be the first man to kneel down behind him and explore the android with his tongue.  Those low moans were pornographically perfect, and Tony pulled back after a moment to slap the man’s ass sharply, smiling in amusement when he heard a soft “ouch.” in response. He hadn’t programmed in kinks, had he?



When he entered the robot, the sounds didn’t even hitch with displeasure – that was something he had decided was too realistic – and Jim pushed back against each thrust happily. He was a touch too tight around Tony, but that was because he didn’t stretch to accommodate him as easily as a human would have.  It didn’t matter; it was too hot, too tight but also pure perfection. Jim was stroking himself as Tony took him, and he thought that it was particularly endearing that the torch’s hands were far too hot to let him touch another person now. He’d have let himself be burned by the android, because Jim was a legend, and each thrust forward felt like he was claiming something he had no right to take. “Tony…” He had moaned in that steady handsome voice.



“What do you want, baby?” Tony had inquired. He was ready to change positions, ready to switch out and let him top if that was what he wanted, but what Jim said had startled him. “I…I feel weird.” He had gasped, and Tony had barely enough warning as he saw the skin begin to glow to pull out and fall back before the flame engulfed Jim. He burned brightly for a moment, the fire so hot that it was blue before he returned to his normal form. His lips were parted, and his eyelids half closed, and he braced a hand against the table with a gentle sigh as his skin began to cool.



That might require a bit of an adjustment.