Dark Paradise

Nobody will know.

The disheveled boy slowly rolled onto his stomach and opened his eyes. He looked behind him at the other side of the bed, where Tony was falling asleep next to him. There was no sign of him now. Grateful that he had a moment to himself, Peter rose his head so he could better watch what was going on outside the half-open window, which was letting in by a cold breeze. The young man's naked chest was partly protected by a thin blanket. Gray clouds covered the sky and the ground was struck by rain, which callously killing the snow. Peter's calves, hidden in sweatpants, swayed in the air. He could resemble a teenage girl in a stupid romantic comedy. He was just missing a pink telephone with a handset to tell his bestfriend indignantly as the ultra mega sexy guy left the bar with one bitch with lashes to her eyebrows and a neckline so big that it would come out the same way if she went straight up without any blouse, winding a thin cord on his fingers in the meantime.

After a long time, he finally woke up in a relatively good mood. The company did not make him golden sunlight, only raindrops drumming on the windowsill in a regular rhythm. Even so, it was beautiful. The boy quite liked the rain. To a certain extent, it always reassured him. He hoped the moment would never end when he suddenly felt some fingers wrapping around his ankle and a kiss came on his bare foot. 

"Good morning," a stranger's hand reached out and ruffled his hair even more than it had been when the mattress beside the boy sagged. The young brunet closed his eyes and put his face back on the pillow. "Have you got the goosebumps because you're afraid of me or are you just cold?" Peter fixed his dark eyes on him. Fortunately, a smile played on Tony's face.

"The second thing."

But a guy like you should wear a sign saying dangerous, the boy thought immediately. He was scared of Tony more than death. His behavior was completely unpredictable. It could be compared to a roller coaster. Sometimes he was kind to Peter and was careful with him, as if he were about to crumble to dust in his arms. At other times, one pointed remark was enough and he was beaten almost to unconscious. It should be noted that even Peter was not as calm as the sea level at night. It should be noted that even Peter was not as calm as the sea surface at night. Often he simply resist Tony, was calling Tony names as soon as he had the slightest opportunity, and he certainly did not forget to use a lot of words for which he would have caught a few slaps from May. More than once, he even held a steak knife near his neck and shouted at Anthony to let him go, otherwise he would cut himself. But he never, under any circumstances, turned the knife on the man. He had nobody but him. At least that's how he felt. Tony was the only thing that separated him from complete loneliness. He had lost his parents long ago, Ben had lost his life through his fault, and his aunt didn't care about him.

Maybe that's why he was beginning to submit to Anthony... but every time he looked in the mirror, he felt sick, and in his mind he had to congratulate himself on being promoted to someone's whore. 

Every time he did something bad, physical punishment met him, now without exception. But Tony, despite his threats, did not lock him up in the cellar again. As they quarreled, he dragged Peter to the door, which was enough to open a little, and the boy was already hanging around his neck, mumbling apologies with tears.

Stark has always been able to do this with people. He always found their weaknesses first, focused on them, and then used them to manipulate the person in question. He was also helped by the fact that if Peter wasn't having any of his seizures, he wasn't even making trouble anymore. With a smile he has been watching how the innocent and scared boy became his puppet. At least he thought so...

Peter collected some bonus points after he had started sleeping with Tony in the same bed some time ago, but when the man wanted to have sex with him, he was still defending himself, which caused the points to disappear. Until their yesterday's argument, which in the end was very different from the others. 

Anthony walked over to the window. He closed it and the noise of the rain outside died down. Then he lay on the bed next to Peter. He hugged him with one hand from behind and stroked his hair with the other one. They spent a few moments without a word.

"Nothing good will come of this," Peter broke the silence and sat up. His companion, still lying by his side, ran one hand over the scars on the boy's back. "You can't hide me here forever. Sooner or later they'll find out and take me away," he sighed, staring at the open bedroom door.

"And is that what you want?" Tony asked calmly, sitting up as well. Peter looked down and shook his head. The man smiled to himself and pulled the young man back to him. Peter buried his head in Tony's chest and let Tony play with his hair, he was finally able to relax in the man's arms. "So we'll make sure you stay here, won't we? Nobody will know," Stark muttered, pulling Peter's forehead to his lips. "We're not perfect, but we can handle it and fine-tune everything."

"Yes," the boy nodded in agreement and smiled a little. "Can we go have breakfast? I'm getting hungry," he asked, running his fingers over the ends of the man's dark hair.

"Of course," Tony smiled too. 

Hi everyone.

I hope you enjouyed this chapter.

I have just published the prologue of another Starker story called "I'll be okay", in which I play with the idea that Peter survived Infinity war. The story will also have the slightly dark atmosphere, such as Dark Paradise, and Tony with Peter will not have it easy.

I'll be glad if you read it and tell me what you think.

Have a nice day!

_Marvelholic_