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princessparkerxo · 5 years

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Little Dove - Part One - Starker Fic

Trigger Warnings - Smut, a little gun play, rough sex, daddy kink!

It didn’t take Peter too long to adjust to his new life style, oh no. By the tender age of nineteen years old, the pretty thing knew his worth exactly, he knew he was born to be showered in expensive things. He didn’t settle for anything else; Tony wouldn’t have expecting anything less from his beautiful little boy.

A year later and Peter was living the high life. With expensive champagne and a perfume which he’s sure cost around $400 - Giorgio Armani, he thinks was brought for him after a little spat between the pair and Tony came grovelling to his little precious thing, lavish gifts in hand.

Peter had taken a particular interest in interior decorating after Tony gave him a free rein on redecorating their home. He’d got the best designers in, and with Tony’s credit card in hand, spent over three million dollars. His home is now his pride and joy.

“Daddy, I’m going shopping,” Peter purred as he slowly bounded down the long staircase in Tony’s – their – home, hand sliding down the smooth pine handrail as he did so.

Peter was sporting a cute pair of denim booty shorts, cupping his waist and framing his ass perfectly, showing off those gorgeously long legs. God, Tony wonders how they ever get anything done with the boy looking like sin the way he does. He’s got a little white crop top with the word “Angel” In a pastel pink across the chest. His overgrown curls fall perfectly over his forehead, shiny and they look so soft with the way they bounce when he hopped down the stairs.

The younger of the couple strolled so easily across to Tony, hips swishing slowly and Tony can’t help but stare when Peter’s tongue leaves his mouth, dancing sinfully over his bottom lip, glossing it and leaving the pink skin shimmering with saliva.

“You’re not going alone, not dressed like that.” Tony spoke firmly, but he’s already pulling his wallet from his back pocket, eyes never leaving Peter’s body.

Peter gently tipped his head to the left, a little pout on his lips.

“You don’t like what I’m wearing?”

Tony scoffed.

“I like it, so will every other man that will gawp at you.” Tony grumbled, pulling a couple of hundred dollars out of his pocket.

“I don’t get your card?” Peter whined.

With a soft chuckle, Tony shakes his head and reached back into his wallet to pull out his credit card. Peter stepped closer slowly, innocent big eyes wide as he pushed himself up on his tiptoes. At that second, Tony holds his credit card above his head, just out of Peter’s reach.

“Daddy…” Peter whined, bouncing on his tiptoes as he reached up.

“Ask nicely, Princess.” Tony chuckled softly, his free arm slowly wrapping around Peter’s tiny waist, pulling him into his body.

Peter purposely rocked his hips forwards, rubbing himself a little up against the older male’s body, lips brushing against his

“Pretty please, daddy… I’ll suck your cock when I get home.” The filthy words never fit right coming from Peter. Bless him, he’s too innocent for those words.

“You’ll suck my cock anyway, kiddo.” Tony chuckled, handing over the credit card with a slow kiss being placed to Peter’s fluffy curls.

“Mhm, sure will.” Peter beamed, tucking the card into his back pocket before swaying back, just about to step away when Tony firmly tugged him closer, pinching his chin in a firm but gentle grasp between his fingers.

“You’re forgetting something, little one.” Tony said.

The young male pushed himself up on his tiptoes, crashing their lips together in a messy and sweet kiss. Their tongues lace together, Peter so easily giving up dominance to let his daddy take control over their kiss. He whined, arms snaking around Tony’s shoulder loosely, pushed right up on his tiptoes when their bodies grind together.

Tony knows the boy is set on spending the day out and besides, he’s got far too much work to do to get too handsy, so he tries to keep his arms settled at Peter’s hips. He lightly roamed his strong hands down his ass, squeezing firmly and spreading his pretty little cheeks a little, just to hear the softest little gasp from his boyfriend.

“Thank you, daddy.” Peter whispered breathlessly against his lips.

With a firm squeeze and then an exceptionally loud slap to Peter’s ass, Tony let go of him.

“Good boy.” Tony backed away from him. “Oh, and baby?”

That caught Peter’s attention just before he got to the front door, glancing back to look at the older male.

“Steve’s waiting outside for you. I said you weren’t going alone.” Tony smirked, making Peter whine but strut out of the front door regardless, letting the door slam loudly.

Peter’s pout didn’t last too long because Steve is leaning back against Tony’s favourite Porsche, arms crossed with a smile on his lips. Peter is too cute to be angry at, besides, he’s a sweet guy, seems to be Peter’s permanent bodyguard but he’s easy on the eye.

“Peter.”

“Rogers.” The little brat rolled his eyes, standing aside to wait for Steve to open the door for him, giving Peter such a charming smile. “I don’t need a bodyguard.”

With a warm chuckle, Steve shut the passenger door softly.

“Then think of me as your charming personal shopper.”

Now that, that’s something Peter could get down with. He enjoyed having people following him around all the time, he understands that he needed a little bit more protection than the average guy.

Hours later, the muscular blonde is doing just that. He’s following Peter around the mall, three bags on each arm whilst Peter still strolls through shops like he’s got all day, all day to waste, he totally does.

“Do you think I’d look sexy in this?” Peter picked up a purple, leather harness from the bondage section. He knows he’s flirting; he gets a little bored when Tony’s not around. “Do you think daddy would like it?”

Steve’s expression is soft – as always – and he doesn’t say anything, gazing at him for a few seconds before Peter pushed again.

“Do you think daddy would fuck me in it?” Peter purred.

Steve swallowed the lump in his throat, eyeing over the expensive fabric that Peter held up in front of him, Steve’s brain instantly racing.

“I’m sure boss would love it.” Steve was treading carefully; he didn’t want to risk upsetting his boss’ princess but then he couldn’t face saying anything inappropriate.

“Hm,” Peter nodded, picking up the rest of the set. A pair of handcuffs, a ball gag, a leather flogger and even a pretty paddle.

Steve lowered his eyes, trying not to think about the scene that will be going on tonight if Peter’s shows his daddy what he’s brought. The sweet sounds that will leave Peter’s lips when that paddle slaps against his ass. Or how easily Peter will come apart with fingers pushed down his throat, making him drool whilst he’s fucked.

Shaking his head, Steve just continued to follow Peter whilst the young thing abused Tony’s credit card.

After a long and draining day – for Steve at least, shopping wasn’t his favourite sport – Peter is bounding through his home at precisely 5pm.

“Just drop all the bags there, thanks, Stevie. See you soon.” Peter purred, waving to the corner of the room as he continued to waltz across the entrance of his home.

Steve does exactly as he’s told, if the boss isn’t around then default, he’s going to do as Peter says, else Tony would happily put a bullet in his head.

“Daddy?” Peter shouts, awaiting a response as he continued to wander around their home. “Daddy I’m home…”

Still nothing, so Peter headed straight towards Tony’s office door. He doesn’t knock, even though he knows his daddy’s rules when it comes to his office. Peter always has to knock if the office door is shut, because something important might be going on and Peter isn’t allowed to just barge in. That being said, that’s exactly what he’s planning on doing.

“I brought some things that I wanted to show—”

When Peter did swing the heavy doors open, he’s greeted to a dimly lit room, Tony’s resting back on his over expensive office chair behind his desk, phone in hand, cigarette between his lips. There’s a glass of whiskey on the desk in front of him, with two ice cubes taking up most of the room. He’s got an unimpressed look on his face, probably because Peter knows much better than bursting through the door when he’s obviously busy.

Though the older male doesn’t say a thing, he’s just placed his finger to his lip, indicating the least Peter can do is stay quiet. Behave, for once.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying, Rumlow. You fucked up last time, why do you think I’d ever help you out again?” Tony spoke calmly, his voice radiating danger that Peter knows oh too well.

Peter doesn’t care much of the conversation they’re having, he silently headed across to Tony’s desk, slowly sinking to his knees. He happily crawled forwards, hands and knees as he swishes his pretty little hips.

“Sweet talk doesn’t work with me.” Tony growled down the phone though when Peter peeked up at him, their eyes don’t leave each other.

His cigarette is tapped out on the side and then Tony’s large hand rested over his belt, unhooking it slowly.

Sitting patiently under his desk, Peter knows exactly what’s expected of him and he doesn’t waste a second getting to it. He lightly tapped Tony’s hand away, unhooking his belt from the loops and then popped his button open, yanking his trousers down easily.

“Daddy,” He whined breathlessly, trying to keep his voice as quiet as possible.

Nothing is said in response, Peter can just hear the guy on the other side of the phone pleading, begging like most people do with Tony. Like Peter does.

Instead a strong hand just combed through the back of Peter’s curls and he’s urged forwards. Telling him to hurry up. Tony’s obviously impatient, whoever is on the phone obviously not putting him in the best of moods.

Peter easily slides Tony’s half hard cock from his boxers, mouth practically drooling at the sight of his tiny fingers wrapped around Tony’s thick cock, how he can’t quite wrap his hand around it fully. With a flutter of his pretty lashes, Peter dipped down and licked along the length of his cock, earning a gentle tug through his hair.

He mouthed over Tony’s length, kissing wet and slow over the entire length. Sweet little kisses with kitten licks covered Tony’s cock and he was fine with it until his daddy couldn’t quite take any more teasing.

“Open.” Tony growled firmly.

When Peter glanced up, the phone was no longer to his ear, he must have hung up at some point whilst Peter was distracted. Tony slipped his thumb into Peter’s mouth, hooking it in and tugging Peter’s mouth open.

With the sweetest little moan, Peter started to suck around Tony’s thumb, eyes fluttering closed and bobbing his head easily. It hits the back of his throat, when Tony pushed it further, bringing tears to Peter’s lashes.

“Wider.”

Peter groaned when the thumb slides from his lips and his mouth is left open, lips stretched wide when Tony’s cock is quick to replace it. Thrusting his hips up firmly, hitting the back of Peter’s throat but the young thing stays still, letting Tony do whatever the hell he wants with him.

The steady movement of Tony’s hips, his dick hitting the back of Peter’s throat, once, twice, countless times makes the Peter gag, moan and practically drool all over him.

“Why would a good boy come into daddy’s office and distract him when he knows the rules, Peter?” Tony asked firmly, fingers twisting roughly in his curls.

Trying to pull away from his cock to answer, Tony has other ideas, keeping him perfectly there, keeping his cock buried deeply in his boy’s throat.

“You’re not a good boy, are you Peter?” He growled, snapping his hips up firmly. “You’re a dirty little slut who can’t be patient.”

Peter found himself grinding down his hips, trying to get some friction for his own throbbing hard but right now Tony didn’t’ care about his little one right now. Tony reached across, grabbing his gun from his desk and tapping the barrel against Peter’s forehead.

“Up, now, kiddo.” Tony snapped.

Peter yelped and faltered for a few seconds; big eyes fluttered up at Tony. He knows Tony will never hurt him, but he’s frustrated from the phone call and Peter doesn’t mind when he takes it out on him just a little.

“Oh, we’re really misbehaving now, are we?” Tony pushed the barrel firmer against Peter’s forehead, making the boy instantly jump into action.

“No daddy, I’m being a good boy.” Peter scrambled up lightly, trapped between Tony’s chair and the desk pushing into his back as he stood in front of him.

He stripped down as quickly as he could, well aware of the gun Tony waving around is probably loaded. He whined when a strong hand squeezes at his hipbone, tugging him onto Tony’s lap with one firm tug.

“Ride daddy’s cock, make daddy forget all the assholes he has to deal with.” Tony growled softly, breath hot and tickling against his ear.

Peter did just that, he sunk down onto Tony’s hard, ass cheeks spread after tugging out a princess pink butt plug Tony kept tucked inside him and he bounced so eagerly on his dick all whilst a gun pressed under his chin.

It hurts, the barrel digging against his skin but he takes it all in his stride, anything for Tony to feel a little better.

“D-Daddy, I-I wanna-“

“No, don’t you dare come, not before me.” Tony growled huskily, his fingers digging firmer into Peter’s hips to guide each and every movement, each bounce of his hips, each grind was all exactly how Tony wanted.

Peter might be a little brat, a Princess in everybody else’s eyes but right here, when it’s just the two of them, he’s completely devoted to Tony. He does whatever he’s told to, each ounce of battiness fades away.

The gun is tossed aside and Peter’s forehead fell into the crook of Tony’s neck, letting the older male really grasp his hips now with both hands.

“Good boy, come on, there my good boy-“ Tony praised roughly, snapping his hips up inside Peter’s wet heat. “Make daddy come, good bo-fuck!”

Peter was always a whining mess when Tony was fucking him, clinging to him for dear life and frankly it made Tony almost come right there.

“Gonna fill my pretty boy right up n’then tuck that plug inside you again, keep my cum in you all night-“ Tony rambled.

“Please, Tony!” Peter begged, each thrust of Tony’s hips that match his own movements slamming him deeper inside to hit Peter’s sweet spot.

With a husky moan and nails scratching against Peter’s hips, Tony’s coming, deep inside his pretty little thing, clutching him close to his body. Peter isn’t far after, because after his daddy has come, he knows he’s allowed too.

They sat quiet for a moment, panting and heavy breaths just filling the room before Tony slowly reached across for the pink plug like before.

“Lift up,” Tony instructed quietly, easing Peter off his cock before sliding the plug easily inside his wet heat. “That’s my boy.”

“Mhmm..” Peter purred, docile and sweet as he nudged into his neck.

“Can you walk, baby? I want to see what pretty things you spent my money on.”

The young thing barely moved for a couple of second, mewling tiredly.

“Alright, later. You sit there while I get some work done.” Tony stroked a firm hand down Peter’s back, easing him aside enough to sort himself out in his trousers then letting Peter rest back in his lap. Tony just lets the young thing doze off then, thoroughly fucked out and tired. “Sleep, little dove.”

#starker #mafia au #mafia tony #princess peter #fanfic

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dreamingstoriesinoursleep · 5 years

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12 Days of Starker Christmas - Day 10: Christmas Traditions

Tony has always hated the Starker Christmas Tradition, to go to the Charity Ball held at the Parker’s Mansion, but this year he can’t wait to go. If it’s due to a certain billionaire’s son that looks stunning in a red ball gown, then that is just a happy coincidence. Tony is 21, Peter is 18.

READ: The charity mentioned in this Chapter is a real Trust that deserves so much attention for the good that they do, please, if you could, go and visit them, learn about them and even donate. I have sent in my donation and will continue to support them and the good that they do until the day that is no longer possible. xx

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After the last encounter, Tony couldn’t wait to see the young man again, the note that he found in his pocket amplifying his excitement;

“Thank you for the dance. I await our next meeting with great anticipation. Peter xx”.

“Anthony!” His Mother called for him from down the stairs. “Don’t forget that we are going to the Parker’s annual charity ball this Saturday. The Benjamin Brothers are expecting you at 10 sharp tomorrow morning for your suit fitting. Don’t be late!”

Of course! How could Tony forget that each year the Parker’s hold a Christmas ball in which a new charity is selected and donated healthily to. It has become somewhat of a Christmas tradition for the Stark family. “Yes Mother, thank you,” Tony called out, already grabbing a pen and paper and jotting down a list of things that he will need for Saturday night. Tony folds the note Peter gave him and placed it back in his inner breast pocket, where he keeps it safe.

In the morning, Tony bounces out of bed and quickly gets ready for the day in a casual dark wash jeans, black shirt and blazer to match and walks downstairs to greet his Mother and Father before stealing an apple from the fruit bowl, biting into it then leaving the house to go and get his suit fitted, but not before kissing his Mother on the cheek in farewell.

At the tailors, Tony sits down with the eldest Benjamin Brother, Michael, and they go through the cut, fabric and most importantly, the colour, which Tony chooses a deep red hue in homage to Peter’s dress the first night they met.

“Certainly Mr Stark, we just need your measurements and we will be ready to start making the suit.” Tony stepped up on the platform and allowed the men to take their measurements before finally adding on one last touch.

“Is it possible to get a matching vest, Michael?” The eldest brother nods in agreement and finally stands before shaking Tony’s hand.

“It will be ready within the day if you would like to come back tonight after dinner and try on the suit?”

“Sounds perfect. Thank you, Michael.” Tony shakes both brothers’ hand and makes his leave. Later that night he tries his suit on and is breathless at how he looks. “You never fail to impress gentlemen. A token of my appreciation.” In which Tony hands over the amount for the suit, plus another five hundred dollars as thanks. Tony walks out of the tailors that night with a skip in his step and a gleam in his eye.

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Saturday rolls around quite quickly and Tony is vibrating with nerves at seeing the young male again. Tony ensures that he has everything he needs for the night before meeting his Mother who is waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh darling, you look amazing,” Maria says, a hand held over her heart as Tony descends the stairs wearing the form-fitting three-piece red suit with a black shirt, white tie, black handkerchief, black Italian Leather shoes and a single young white rosebud that has a small diamond clip holding it in place over his heart. In his hands he holds a corsage that is identical to his rose, however, it is fully bloomed with a diamond band to slip over Peter’s wrist. “Planning to impress someone tonight?” Maria asks, causing Tony to blush.

“I know that you usually aren’t looking forward to these functions, so there has to be someone pretty special there for you to not argue about going tonight.” Maria wasn’t wrong. Tony has been looking forward to seeing the young man again for the better part of this month and he would be damned if his stubbornness is going to get in the way of his chances at finding happiness.

“There may be someone Mother, but I have to know if they love me back before I can confirm my feelings for them, to you.” Maria extends her arm out and places her hand on Tony’s cheek before kissing his forehead.

“Sweetheart, they would be a fool not to love you.” Tony smiles up at his Mother and nods his appreciation before escorting her outside where the limo and Howard are waiting for them.

The Stark family get into the back of the limo and soon are on their way to the Parker residence, where Tony hopes to catch a glimpse of the beauty that is Peter Parker.

They arrive at the party fashionably late and Maria leaves Tony with a knowing look and a quick squeeze of his elbow before her and Howard are whisked away by the Parker’s themselves to talk business.

Tony is looking around the ballroom, trying to find the youngest Parker family member, but to no avail, and just when Tony was worried that Peter was ill or not attending tonight, he hears someone brush up behind him. “Feels like Déjà vu, does it not?”

Tony, filled with so much joy and love turns around to face the angel that is Peter Parker.

Peter is standing before Tony in a floor length white dress that is made of silk with snowflake lace placed over the top. The torso of the dress is an off the shoulder lace design that comes down to match seamlessly with the skirt that is covered by a silk band encrusted with diamonds, that runs the circumference of Peter’s waist. The sleeves are also made of lace that finish just after Peter’s elbows, giving him a look of youth, grace and beauty.

Peter’s hair is loose and curled softly, just kissing his eyes and cheeks as the young man smiles up at Tony, in which Tony notices the nude lipstick that adorns the boy’s lips.

“Mr Stark?” Peter asks, placing his hand on the man’s lower arm, causing an electric shock to flow up his arm and into his heart, jolting the man back into the conscious present.

“Peter. It is lovely to see you again.” Tony says before taking out the corsage and showing the young man, who gasps in surprise.

“Why Mr Stark, you did come prepared,” Peter says, happily extending his arm out for Tony to hold his hand. “You are going to spoil me rotten!” Tony grasps the young man’s hand and kisses the top of it, making Peter’s heart flutter. “Shall we dance then?”

“Mr Parker, I thought you’d never ask.” Tony looks up from kissing Peter’s hand. “It would be my honour.” He slips the corsage over Peter’s dainty wrist before holding his arm out to escort the young man to the dance floor.

Peter smiles sweetly, loving the attention that Tony’s actions are bringing to him. He links his arm through the older man’s and allows Tony to walk them towards the large dancefloor just in time for the waltz to start.

As the music began, Tony held onto Peter’s hand and waist and pulled the young man in towards his chest, causing Peter to gasp. “I must confess, I have been looking forward to tonight.” Peter hummed in agreement. “When I first saw you, you took my breath away in that dress.”

“Is that the reason for this suit?”

Tony chuckled. “You got me. I had this made especially for you, for tonight. You looked beautiful and I hope to see you in red again, granted, white is a beautiful colour on you as well.” Tony’s eyes ran up and down Peter’s body and darkened at how the dress showed off his figure and how his collarbones were on show, which he wanted nothing more than to mark them until everyone knew that the young man was his.

“You look very handsome.” Tony thanks the man before him by standing back from him and spinning Peter, before pulling him in and dipping the lithe boy, kissing Peter’s neck and feeling his pulse quicken beneath his lips. “Tony.” Peter breathes out, lifted back upright by the stronger man.

Peter is the first one to kiss Tony, his lips locking with the older man and moaning into his mouth. They kiss for a while, only pulling away when they needed air. “Well, if I knew that that was how you felt, I would have kissed you when we first met.” Tony laughs, making the younger male smile.

“I think that we have made quite a scene, love.” Peter looks around and blushes, noticing all of the eyes on them, including his and Tony’s parents. “Well, let them look. I have the most beautiful person in the world, they’re just jealous.” Tony smiles mischievously before pulling Peter into his chest again and kissing him, making the young man breathless.

Eventually, people start to disperse and Tony takes Peter’s arm and escorts him out onto the balcony. “So, a little birdy told me that you are responsible for tonight?”

“Yes, this is my charity of choice. Tonight, we are raising funds for The Kaleidoscope Trust. Do you know them?”

“I know of them, but not exactly what they do,” Tony says, running his hands up and down Peter’s arms.

“The Kaleidoscope Trust is a not for profit organisation that campaigns for human rights of the LGBT community in countries where they are discriminated against. This charity hits home for me as I was always made fun of for how I dressed and spoke. There was one day that I was actually beaten to the point where I couldn’t move, my parents put out a search party for me, as I was the son of one of the most powerful and richest men in the world.” Peter breathes shakily, which Tony sees as an opportunity to move them to a nearby garden bench.

“It was about three hours before someone decided to look for me at my school, at that point, I had lost so much blood I needed to be rushed to the hospital. I was placed into the ICU and stayed there for a week. The boys that attacked me were put on trial for abuse and got community service for 10 hours each. My father says that it was because of great lawyers, I say it was because I am not a straight man.” Peter was crying now, Tony holding him tight, Peter’s head resting on his chest.

“The Kaleidoscope Trust heard of my case, Father being as powerful as he is was bound to get press coverage, they wanted to not only help me bring my attackers to justice but to also make me the head of the campaign. I was to be the face of The Kaleidoscope Trust.” Peter sat up straight, wiping his eyes.

“They mean so much to me and I don’t know where I would be without them. They gave me the justice that I craved and found a way to make those boys pay for what they had done to me. Photos of my body were released to the public. The black, yellow and purple bruises that covered my stomach and back were nothing compared to the cuts and broken bones in my face. My skin was tinted red and maroon due to the amount of blood that ran over it. The pavement where I was left to die was a pool of my blood and spit from my attackers, that the DNA matched to each and every one of them. Their boot caps, which were steel lined, matched the exact diameter of the bruises that covered my stomach and I even had tread marks from the soles of their boots, imprinted on my back from them stomping on me. I had cracked ribs and a dislocated vertebra.” Tony couldn’t control the look of pure horror on his face.

“Once these pictures were released, more people stood up in outrage over the sentencing that these boys got. A re-trial was called and the boys were sentenced to 15 years imprisonment for discrimination, attacking an innocent person and attempted murder. They were sentenced to prison for the same amount of years that they tried to kill me at. I was 15 years old when I was nearly killed, and if it wasn’t for The Kaleidoscope Trust, they would have walked free and who knows, potentially killed someone else.”

Tony had a mixture of emotions, he felt hot white rage at the boys who attacked his Peter, but he also felt pure shock at what the boy had been through, and yet still was able to tell his story with so much bravery, however, the most prominent emotion that Tony felt was gratitude. He was so grateful not only to The Kaleidoscope Trust for helping Peter, but he was so grateful that he was able to meet Peter, and Peter was able to let him into his heart.

Tony kissed Peter’s forehead and embraced him as they gazed up at the stars. They were silent for so long, enjoying each other’s company when Peter spoke up; “Do you ever think about going to space and just, floating?” Tony looked down at the young man whose eyes were still directed to the sky. “Do you ever think of how peaceful life would be if we didn’t have to worry about anything but where we might float off to next?”

“Every time I look at the stars, I wish to float away too, but I know that not only would I be missed, but I would not get the chance to change the world for the better, just like you changing the world now, one person at a time.” Tony uses his finger and thumb to direct Peter’s chin towards him before catching his lips in a sweet kiss, one that makes a single tear fall down Peter’s cheek.

A loud voice echoing through the open door interrupted their moment. Peter’s Father was calling the young man to the stage to introduce his charity for tonight’s ball. Peter made his way inside with Tony close by, who, when they reached the doorway split off from Peter and went to stand with his parents. Maria placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled approvingly at him, Howard gave a short sharp nod before turning his attention to the stage.

“I would like to welcome my son, Peter, to tell us about the charity for tonight’s Christmas Ball.” Everyone clapped as Peter took to the stage. He spoke about his past and his brush with death, as well as how the Trust has helped him overcome some of the hardest times in his life.

“So, the Parker boy?” Maria asked in Tony’s ear, a smile evident in her voice. “I hope you know that both your Father and I agree, for slightly different reasons to each other, but we still hope that you know that we will support you 110%.” Her eyes flicked up to the young but brave boy standing up on that stage, baring all to those who listen. “Peter too.”

“You mean that Mother?” Tony asked, turning to face her. Maria simply nodded which caused a tear to come to Tony’s eye. “Thank you.” Tony moved towards the front of the crowd just as Peter was wrapping up his speech.

“So please, to help The Kaleidoscope Trust in their mission to aid people like me, who have been to hell and back, or who haven’t yet experienced it, dig deep and know that you are benefitting a great cause that can save millions of lives. Thank you.” Peter gave the microphone back to his Father, who, with his Mother, embraced him in a tight hug as the audience applauded, some sniffling with unshed tears.

Tony left Peter to his moment with his family and walked over to the donation table and pulled out his chequebook. Tony had $12.4 billion to his name, which he knew would only go to trivial things. He wrote an anonymous check for $8 billion, folded it, put it in the box and walked back to the stage just in time for Peter to walk down the stairs and embrace him in a tight hug.

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As the night wore on Tony and Peter danced until both complained of sore feet and being dizzy. Once again, Richard Parker took to the stage to announce the total amount raised for The Kaleidoscope Trust.

Richard was handed an envelope in which held the number for the amount of money raised.

“The total amount raised for The Kaleidoscope Trust is…” There was a collective silence as everyone waited for the amount to be revealed. “9 billion dollars.” At the price reveal everyone cheered, but none more than Peter and Tony.

“NINE BILLION DOLLARS?!” Tony chuckled at the look on Peter’s face, who slowly dissolved into tears at the thought of raising so much money for a trust that means so much to him.

“Congratulations baby,” Tony says before kissing Peter, feeling a thrill of joy for the young man, knowing that he was responsible for raising so much, but never once planning to reveal his donation.

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The two men continued to dance some more before Peter was asked away by his Father, Tony telling the younger man that he would get them drinks.

“Peter, the guests just raised $1 million.” Peter was confused.

“I thought you said that there was $9 million?” Peter was quickly losing hope.

“We did, but one person donated $8 million, themselves.” Peter was dumbfounded. One person was so moved by his horror that they felt the need to donate $8 million. It was then that Peter knew who that one person was, Tony.

“Excuse me, Father.” Peter turned and began to walk towards the older man who caught sight of an approaching Peter and smiled. “Did you seriously give the charity $8 million?!” Peter whispers quickly to Tony.

“I didn’t want you to know, but yes, yes I did.” Peter looked like a fish out of the water.

“That wasn’t necessary.”

“It was perfectly necessary. They saved you in a moment that you needed it the most and I will be forever in their debt because if not for them, I would have never have met you and I would have been damned to an eternity of self-loathing and pity. They saved you so you could save me.”

Peter placed his hand on Tony’s chest, only to feel something firm over his heart. Peter reached into the inside pocket to pull out a slip of paper that read; “Thank you for the dance. I await our next meeting with great anticipation. Peter xx”.

Peter couldn’t believe that Tony had kept this.

“This,” Tony said, holding up the piece of paper. “This is what kept me going until I could see you again. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and you are here because of that Trust,” Tony says pointing to the donation table. “This,” he says now looking deep into Peter’s eyes whilst holding his hands. “This is why I donated all of that money because I hope that one day, someone can find their forever, like I have found mine.”

#Starker #Starker Christmas #Tony #Tony Stark #Iron Man #Peter #Peter Parker #Spider-Man #Marvel #Cute #Fluffy

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