Authors note: At the moment, this is just a one-shot, but if you would like to see more Tony/Bruce romance, let me know. I've got a whole plot just waiting to be written down.

"Doing that won't make him come any faster."

Pepper shook her head as Tony checked his watch for the third time in as many minutes. "Why are you so anxious to meet with him anyway? The deal is going off without a hitch."

Tony pulled back his sleeve again and tapped the watch face impatiently. "Pepper you should know better than anyone what fickle pricks the filthy rich are. I want to make sure that Stark Industries is getting the good end of the deal." He flicked a piece of lint off of his coat sleeve.

"Believe me Tony, I know exactly what pricks wealthy men are. Even so, I don't think Wayne Enterprises would try to cheat Stark Industries in a deal this big. There is too much to lose- even for Wayne."

Tony raised his eyebrows; Pepper looked indignant.

"Is there something I don't know?" she asked.

Oh, there's plenty you don't know, though Tony, but how can I ever tell you that? How can I tell anyone?

"There are plenty of things about my business that you don't know. I would prefer to keep my business with Bruce Wayne private." Business- ha!

"And yet you still tell me you social security number." With that defiant comment, Pepper exited the den to check the door. The retreating click of her heels was a welcome relief to Tony; her constant presence had him on edge since-Tony gulped- the discovery.

He laid back against the sofa and let his mind wander. Had it really been two weeks since he and Bruce had… whatever it was they had done? What had they done? Certainly not sex- no, both men had kept their clothes completely on during the entire encounter. Shoot, we didn't even kiss, we just…. Just… held hands? Locked eyes? I don't even remember exactly what we did, we just… connected.

Yeah, that's it- connected.

"Mr. Stark, Mr. Wayne is here."

His eyes snapped open. Pepper was standing before him, accompanied by a tall, dark-haired man in an Armani suit. "Thank you, Miss Potts." He glanced at Bruce, who smiled slightly. Just that gentle curve of Bruce's lips set Tony's stomach fluttering. "Mr. Wayne and I would like to talk in private."

Pepper frowned, but left without another word. For a moment, Bruce and Tony stood, looking each other up and down, without speaking.

"I've been thinking about our meeting all morning." Bruce's voice was little more than a whisper.

Oh, Bruce… Tony stepped forward into Bruce's open arms. Bruce held him tightly for a moment, and then gently tipped Tony's chin up to meet his eyes. "I've missed you Bruce."

Bruce chuckled. "The whole three days we've been apart."

They rocked back and forth in each others arms for a few minutes. "Let's sit down," said Tony.

They sat on Tony's luxurious suede couch, and Bruce removed his business jacket. He put his arm back around Tony's shoulders.

"Bruce, how long have you known that you were…"

"That I was gay?"

"Yeah…."

Bruce smiled. "Quite a long time- since high school, really. I fell madly in love with a friend's brother."

"Oh." Tony laid his head on Bruce's chest.

"What about you, Tony?"

"Well, I like girls, too, but not as much as guys, so I must be bisexual. I've always had an eye for guys who were good looking, but…. I never thought that I was attracted to them." Tony smiled wryly. "I always found myself hopping into bed with the prettiest girl when what I really wanted to do was stare into the eyes of the cutest guy at the party." He looked at Bruce. "Does that bother you?"

"Does what bother me? That you've gone to bed with so many women?"

"Yeah."

"No, not really." Bruce smiled and stroked Tony's hair. "Not as long as you're faithful to me." He gently tipped Tony's chin up, and their lips met with subdued, and yet compelling, passion.