I do not own Batman/The Dark Knight. Rights go to DC Comics.
I do not own Iron Man/The Avengers/All that junk. Rights go to Marvel Comics.
Though, if I did own them, it would be OTP SHIPS LOVE ME CROSSOVER LOVE EACHOTHER NOW KISS everywhere in those movies.
((Ps my loves, you will never know how pissed I got while writing this. My computer shut off on me after a really good part, and now I can't remember it.))
From the back of the crowd, he watched as the man flew down, landing on the reflective stage and straightened out. The crowd roared around him, cheering on the Iron Man. The floor spun him slowly, robotic arms removing the shining gold and red armor. He was left standing in a striking pin-striped suit, his hair perfect, while still being messy. From here, he could barely notice the small bit of gray in his goatee, but didn't care. It made him all the more attractive, in my man's honest opinion.
"It's good to be back!" Tony Stark clapped, and started into the Stark Expo's introduction speech. The man zoned out, watching him intently. He went on about how much good Stark Industries had done since he became Iron Man, and on and on. This guy was so... narcissistic. He couldn't wait to get into his pants later.
"Thank you," Tony gave his signature grin, moving through the crowd and to the awaiting limo outside the Expo. The chauffeur opened the door, and the playboy billionaire collapsed inside, closing his dark eyes and giving a long sigh.
"Busy week?" He didn't jump at the voice, only raised an eyebrow.
"Very. Yours?" His head turned, eyes opening and gazing over Bruce Wayne, who was looking quite bored. He wore a dark suit with a deep crimson tie. One leg was carefully crossed neatly over the other, with pale hands resting on his knees.
"It was okay, the usual." He turned and looked out the window. "That was a nice entrance."
"Thank you. I try." Bruce gave a dry laugh, and relaxed into the seat, moving his leg off of his knee. Tony smirked at how he was letting go, and had become more and more easy-going over the past few months. They had laid low with their relationship, as not to alert the press. Bad publicity. All the public knew was that the two companies, Stark Industries and Wayne Enterprises were doing business on a new project. Though, something was off about his lover tonight. Growing serious, he leaned back in the seat and relaxed. "What brings you to New York?"
"Same thing as you. The Expo. Thought I should come see my boyfriend." A lazy smirk crossed his lips before disappearing. Tony frowned.
"What's up?"
"I needed to get away from Gotham for a few..."
"Days?" Tony tried.
"Possibly." Sighing, he grabbed for the other billionaire's hand.
"You can stay with me for a while, okay? As long as you need." Bruce nodded, and went back to looking out the window.
"Welcome home, Mr. Stark and company."
"You still haven't set JARVIS to recognize me?" Bruce began to question, before being cut off by the AI system.
"My apologies, Mr. Wayne. I had trouble recognizing you for a moment."
They had been on a non-stop flight in Tony's jet, and arrived a few hours later at the Stark Mansion. Bruce had been quiet most of the trip, and hadn't eaten or drank anything.
Tony put a hand on Bruce's shoulder. "Drink?" he already began to steer towards his bar. Without hesitation, he pulled out two glasses, and a bottle of dark whisky.
Bruce shook his head. "I don't want a drink." Shrugging, the owner of the house poured only one glass, dropping in a few ice cubes. He turned and leaned against the bar, swishing the glass around before taking a large drink.
"What do you want to do?" Bruce slowly sat on one of the couches, pulling off his suit jacket and draping it over the arm of the chair. Tony did the same, but just tossed his into a head on the floor. Pepper could get it, later. Speaking of the ginger, she came around the corner.
"Tony, you missed another meeting, and you're home, and you're not supposed to be-" She looked up from her papers, anger on her face. Her eyes settled on Bruce, assuming that he had been Tony on the couch. He raised an eyebrow, looking over at his boyfriend. "M-Mr. Wayne. I'm so sorry, I thought you were-"
"Pepper, cancel all of my meetings through next week. Also, Bruce will be staying here for a while."
Pepper flushed, and nodded, looking down. "I'll prepare a room-"
"unnecessary. He'll stay in mine." Tony gave a soft, real smile before turning his attention. "You surely must be hungry, Brucy. What would you like?"
He gave a quiet mumble of, "Not hungry."
"You didn't eat on the flight. You must be starving. Now, I suggest you give me an answer before I shove something down your throat. Trust me, it won't be food."
Pepper hurried out of the room, deciding she had somewhere else to be for the moment. Tony walked over, and sat gently in Bruce's lap, who looked away. "Hey-" He put his finger under the other's chin, turning his face back to look into those beautiful brown eyes. "I care about you, okay? We go way beyond business. I know you, Bruce. I know you better than anyone. I love you. You know that, we both do. You need to eat." Bruce looked down, resting his hand on Tony's knee.
"I guess take-out is fine..."
"A fancy, high-class restaurant it is." Tony grinned, giving Bruce a peck on the lips.
"I thought we weren't going public?"
"Oh, screw it. They'll find out somehow. Now, would you like limo or a personal escort by moi?"
Bruce gave a low sigh, picking at the Italian food placed in front of him. Paradiso sulla Terra, 'Paradise on Earth'. The best Italian restaurant in Malibu. Tony had ordered for Bruce, making sure he would actually get something. So, now, a steaming plate of fettucine alfredo with crab meat sat in front of him, a bottle of expensive wine between the two wich Tony had already attacked. In front of the alcoholic sat another plate, fresh from the kitchen. On the ornate plate was a mixed grill of steak, chicken and seasoned vegetables.
"So, why did you have to leave Gotham?" Tony asked, swirling the wine in the tall glass.
"Reasons."
"Aw, come on. What reasons?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Bruce snapped lowly, never taking his eyes off the food in front of him. He took a small bite, and grabbed the glass of water he was supplied. Condensation got on his hand, so he wiped it on his pant leg after setting the glass back. Suddenly, a heavy weight was in his lap, and he furrowed his eyebrows while looking at Tony. "What the hell are you doing?"
The man was sitting on his lap, and snaked his arms around Bruce's neck. "Going public, trying to make you lighten up, Mr. Wayne. You're dull and boring today." People around them were starting to stare, a few disapproving looks here and there, some approved ones, and one girl wa bouncing in her seat, her nose practically bleeding.
"I ship that!" She whispered to her friend.
Bruce tried to move Tony off his lap. "Please, just-" He was silenced by Tony's lips, and he could see the cameras and phones coming out, taking pictures of the couple. Bruce gave a low sigh/growl, and couldn't help but kiss Tony back. The ass-hole. He was so intoxicating, ironic because he probably had been intoxicated all damn day.
Bruce pushed Tony off of his lap, standing up. He pulled his wallet from inside his jacket, and tossed two hundreds on the table. Probably over-paying, but whatever. They could use the tip, he guessed. He grabbed the man-child's hand and went outside with him. The press took a few shots of the two. "Mr. Stark, are you and Mr. Wayne dating?" One of the stalkers asked, amused at the two.
"Well, yes. If you really must know," He gave a lazy, drunken grin, and Bruce rolled his eyes. He felt the man's arms wrap around his torso in a clingy way. "I love him so much~!" More camera flashes. Bruce gave his fake smile that he always used when he was cornered by t he press back home.
"Sorry, guys. I need to take this drunkard home." He pushed his way through them, finding the silver car that belonged to Tony. The front and back license plates read 'Stark4'. Cocky whore. He forced Tony into the passenger seat before moving around the car and sliding into the driver's side. He held his hand out to Tony.
"What?"
"Keys, moron." Tony leaned all the way over onto Bruce, digging in his pocket for the keys. When he finally managed to shimmy them out, he placed them into the open and awaiting hand. In turn, Bruce slid it into the ignition and started the car, pulling away and heading towards the outskirts of Malibu. The whole time, Tony rambled on and on about nothing in particular. The driver wasn't paying attention, just gripping the wheel until his knuckles turned white. They were now on the path that led up to the house.
"Why are you so serious?" Bruce tensed up, slamming on the brakes. Tony jerked forward, hands on the dash so he wouldn't get injured. "What the hell was that about?!"
Bruce slowly turned to him. "Don't ever ask me that again, got it?" His voice was low and menacing. Tony couldn't help but feel slightly scared and ashamed of himself. He didn't know what line he had crossed, but he felt like he had crossed a major one. Carefully and slowly he leaned back into the seat.
".. I'm sorry," He said quietly after a moment. Bruce just started driving again. He pulled into the garage and parked, getting out. Tony followed, pulling his jacket top off and throwing it on his work bench, along with his tie. Then, he pulled his shirt off and opened a box. Bruce's eye hovered over the reactor in his lover's chest. He never really asked about it, or how he got it. Not one to come off rude, especially to his boyfriend, he just didn't ask. Tony pulled the reactor out, and a chip came up. It was burnt, rusted and slightly smoking. He quickly replaced it with a shiny new one and popped it back in place. Then, he turned.
"What do you want to do now?" Bruce shrugged, not knowing. Tony crossed to him. "Well, I know a few things we could do..." A lopsided grin appeared on his mouth, as his eyes flicked down to Bruce's pants.
"No, Tony, not today-" He was pulled to the floor by his boyfriend, and huffed. "Fine. Get me a drink, first."
A hour later, the two men were laying in Tony's bed, laughing and sharing stories. An empty bottle of Brandy was in the floor, while a half full bottle of Vodka was on the dresser. Tony was still shirtless, as was Bruce. They had moved up to the bedroom because they were drunk, and both really stupid. Tony shifted, so he was sitting on top of Bruce's waist. He raised an eyebrow, hands going to the other's waist to steady him as he leaned forward, placing both hands on either side of his head. Giving a drink smile, his hands roamed to Tony's ass, which he gave a small grope to before moving them to rest on his back.
Bruce's eyes settled on his lover's chest, moving one hand to brush his fingertips over the arc reactor. A hand grabbed his, but didn't pull it away. His dark eyes looked up into ones of the same dark brown. "Does it bother you?" He asked, quietly. Bruce shook his head.
"Not at all. Does it bother you?" Tony was silent for several moments, staring off into space, his eyes trained on Bruce's lips.
"Not as much as it did at first.. At least it's kept me alive for you." Bruce knew what had happened to Tony in the desert. He, again, never asked about that.
"Oh," Bruce mumbled, pulling his hand away and putting it on Tony's shoulder. The man on top laid his head down, burying his face in the other's neck. Bruce settled his fingers in his hair, pulling at the messy locks. Carefully, he tilted his boyfriend's face up, and gently pressed their lips together. Tony moved his against Bruce's, quickly moving back into the mood they were in before everything got all 'feels everywhere'. Quickly, the kiss began to heat up, the alcohol in their systems starting to take real effect. Bruce pulled harder at Tony's hair, and in response he moved his tongue against his pale lips, begging for entrance. Bruce allowed, parting them and letting him inside. They didn't bother fighting for dominance, because they didn't honestly care. Exploring every inch of the moist cavern, Tony worked his tongue around, occasionally mixing with Bruce's in a tango of twists and pulls. Bruce closed his lips, pulling on Tony's tongue.
The man gave a moan, pulling back. A stream of saliva kept them attached for a moment before it broke. Bruce sat up, hi hands furiously moving at the belt buckle that was separating him from Tony. He finally undid it, sliding it out and discarding it. Tony was just smirking as Bruce undressed him, unzipping the black pants and pulling them off. He wasn't hard yet, though. Bruce was going to have to work for this. The other realized this, and cupped Tony in his palm, rolling him. He gave a gasp, eyes widening as Bruce smirked, pawing him through the dark blue fabric. "Like that?"
"Ass," Tony growled, instantly starting to go hard. Bruce just gave a lazy smirk, and pulled the boxers down. Tony gave a low groan at the cold air on his hot member, shuddering and tilting his head back. He gasped, looking back down quickly as Bruce's pretty mouth was wrapped neatly around his throbbing shaft. It was all he could manage not to buck into his mouth. That would be a very un-cool thing to do.
Bruce was amazing with his mouth, really. He sucked at Tony's head roughly, before moving his lips down, giving butterfly kisses down the side. He gave a long, agonizing lick up as he came back up. "Damn it," Tony growled, giving out a short and soft moan. Adorable, sarcastic, and loving brown eyes looked up into the man's own as he gave him a rough tug with his hand, taking all of him into his mouth. He gave shot, loud moans, causing pleasuring vibrations to torment Anthony Stark.
The Gotham billionaire's tongue moved around the member, causing the man to shudder and give off erotic vocals at the pleasure he was feeling. "D-damn, Bruce.. I'm gonna... come.. if you keep..." Another loud moan, and Bruce pulled away.
Tony gave a whine when the pleasure went away, and pushed Bruce back and pulled his own belt off. He began to kiss his neck, trailing down to his chest where he began to abuse his nipples, which drew groans and gasps from him. Tony moved his lips down, pulling the zipper of the black pants down with his teeth. In the dark room, his reactor supplied the light he needed. He reached into the boxers, pulling out the throbbing member. Bruce didn't make a sound, only sneering, even though it was a pleasured sneer. "Oh, lighten up, You know you like this," Tony teased, giving a few stroked of his hand and brushing his thumb over the slit. That got him going. Bruce bucked into Tony's hand, and froze when he realized what he did. Tony grinned, and kissed the head. "It's cool, go ahead."
"No," Bruce muttered, leaning back. He wouldn't admit how great it felt to his boyfriend. He couldn't. He would be seen as weak...
Y'see, madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little…push.
Bruce jerked away from Tony, moving away from him. He looked up, confused. "Bruce? What is it? Was I too hard?"
You didn't think I'd risk the battle for Gotham's soul in a fistfight with you?
He started to shake, burying his head in his hands.
Poor choice of words.
"Bruce!" Tony started shaking him, and realized he was sobbing. Oh, jesus... He held him close, and just let him sob.
It seems even the Batman could break.
OK SO IM SO DONE WITH THIS FOR NOW. Please, review and drop a comment on what I could do better. If people like this, I may continue it with more chapters.