A/N: So this is my attempt at something human, my previous writing being about rather large transforming robots.

So here's my FrostIron attempt. Please go easy on me!

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Tony stifled the urge to yawn, the old man before him had not stopped talking about his bastard father since he had approached him. Tony downed the rest of his drink, needing the burning liquid to help him through the rest of the night. Why Stark Industries had to hold a charity ball (what seemed) every single damned month was beyond him, they were increasingly boring and all anyone would talk to him about was how proud his father would have been, despite not knowing that the man they spoke of was incapable of showing pride in his only child. They never once commented on IronMan, the thing he most proud of, the one accomplishment he was pleased to talk about.

Tony let his mind drift as the older fellow rattled on about this and that, faking his interest in anything the man had to say. The playboy let his eyes dart from one person to another, desperately seeking out someone of his calibre, or someone who could at least keep up with him intellectually. His eyes finally stopped their searching, they landed on the man leaning back on the bar, the man was regarding the people that walked past him, rich green eyes silently judging them. Tony took in his appearance, the slicked back black hair, the patterned, green scarf that hung elegantly on his shoulders, his suit was a simple two piece, fitted to show off the man's tallness and stature. Their eyes met across the room, the green boring into the brown, Tony tried to look away, embarrassed he had been caught staring, the mysterious man grinned and pushed off the bar. Tony froze as the man made his way through the crowd, pushing past the tipsy morons that came to these parties for social status. He stood before Tony, his height slightly intimidating to the billionaire. At some point the guy who was talking to him had wandered off, it was just Tony and this guy now. The green eyed man held out his hand.

"You must be the great Anthony Stark everyone is talking about" he greeted, Tony raised an eyebrow, who in the world didn't know who he was? The man gave and amused look, "Forgive me my ignorance Stark, I am not from ...around here" Tony took the had and shook it, had he finally found someone who is at the same level as him?

"Well it's nice to meet you too, erm..." The COE became aware that the man had not given him a name.

"Luke, My name is Luke Laws" he said with a smile, those deep emeralds shining. Tony tried to avoid the piercing eyes, feeling naked under their gaze. "Am I correct in thinking that I speak to the 'Invincible IronMan?" a wicked grin stretched over Luke's face as he felt Anthony Stark's ego practically purr with the mention of the metal suit. This man was far too easy to play.

"Yep!" Tony exclaimed happily, glad that someone had finally mentioned his 'super hero' persona. "Thing of beauty, don't you think?" Stark said, fishing for complements. Luke though stood before him with a thoughtful look on his face, as if deeply considering the question, finally the taller man replied.

"It does have it's attractive aspects I suppose." He said thoughtfully, his mind still mulling everything over. What he said had been true, the 'IronMan' was certainly a captivating suit of armour, but those he was used to were much grander, made of sterner metal that shone like a newly birthed star. Tony Stark on the other hand was slightly offended at the off hand comment.

"Oh you suppose," he said drunkenly, the nights drinks catching up with him, much to his displeasure. "I think you'll find my suit is the only bit of tech like it on this planet," he paused, almost if to gather his thoughts "it's more advanced than anything you have ever laid your hands on and more powerful than any weapon any government have." he finished proudly, feeling the buzz humming at the back of his mind, trying to fight away the alcohol's affects. He had not just met someone who could think on his level only to reduce himself to some drunken moron half way through a conversion. Luke listen intently to the playboy, not hiding the amusement playing in his eyes. Anthony, it seemed, was as big a drunk as the press said.

"Clearly I have offended your pride, which was never my intention" a flash of teeth, god that smile Tony thought. "I am not well versed in modern weaponry," he continued, "my weapon of choice always being a sword over a gun." Tony took in the snippet of information, who still used swords in combat? Sure as a sport, but actual combat? Who is this guy? The question played around his head, he then realised he wanted to know everything about the man before him, his job, his family, where he came from...everything.

"What do you do for a living Mr. Laws?" he asked, the question random to anyone not privy to his racing thoughts. Luke seemed to back off, Tony decided to elaborate, "What good deeds have you done to warrant an invitation to one of my esteemed charity balls?" the small smile that graced the mysterious man's lips was enough to let Tony know that Luke Laws had not been invited to the party and was instead, a gatecrasher.

"It was hardly good deeds that gained me entrance to such a prestigious gathering." Smirked the smoothed voiced fellow. Tony, having heard confirmation on his thoughts knew he should have Luke banished from the party, but he found he was enjoying the 'small talk' far too much for it to end here.

"You know I should throw you out"

"Oh but you wouldn't do that Stark" Tony frowned, nobody had spoken to him like that before, nobody really ever had the balls. How was this one man intriguing him so?

"And how do you know that?" he retorted childishly, having nothing better to say.

"Because Stark, you enjoy my company too much." Tony stared at the pale man wide eyed, the tone had bordered on sexual and the words made something twist inside of him, something he would never admit to.

"Tony!" One Miss Pepper Potts shouted, "Tony Stark!" she called once again, looking for her wayward boss/boyfriend, Tony tore his attention from Luke to look for where Pepper's voice was coming from. That's when he felt the cold shivered down his spine and a pair of chilled lips brushing his ear.

"I can read you like a book, Anthony Edward Stark." the words dripped of Luke Laws' tongue seductively, saying each name slowly, Tony repressed the urge to shudder, not wanting to give the other man the satisfaction of raising a reaction from him, he felt those cool lips curl up into a smirk, and like that he was gone. Tony looked around, trying to catch sight of the man retreating into the crown but saw no one remotely like Luke Laws amongst the tides of the drunken assemblages. Tony now realised he was bitterly sober, the warm buzz having disappeared with the strange man. Pepper now popped up, Startling the dazed billionaire, she pushed a glass into his hand and he gratefully knocked back the hot liquid, enjoying the burning sensation more than ever.

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When Tony Stark awoke that morning he did not harbour a hangover like normal, instead his mind was fixated on Luke Laws, the man he met last night. He couldn't get the god forsaken man out of his head. Tony rolled over to look at his clock, groaning when he saw it read : 5:32 AM. It was too early to be awake, no one in their right mind would get up at such a time! He pulled one of his many pillows down over his head, trying to force himself to sleep, after a brief time he called the attempt a failure and got up. Tony Stark padded down to the kitchen, the loose jogging bottoms he had donned slung low over his hips. The cold hit his exposed chest, making the man of iron shiver slightly, bringing back the not so unpleasant memory of those cold lips on his ear.

"I can read you like a book, Anthony Edward Stark."

Tony Stark hit the 'on' button on his coffee machine and walked back out into the living area of the Stark Tower penthouse, seeking out one of his many tablets. Once locating one, under a stack of paper work he probably should have done yesterday, he made his way back to the kitchen, following the sweet scent of roasting coffee beans.

"JARVIS, show me the CCTV footage of last nights party." Tony said to no one. Tony simply grinned as the feed appeared on his screen. Pouring himself a mug of caffeine and making his way down to the basement workshop only he had access to. Time to find out who you are Luke Laws.

It was sometime later when Pepper Potts came round to the penthouse, upon finding an empty bed and a cold decanter on the side in the kitchen, she briskly rode the elevator down to Tony's work shop. Tony Stark was a sorry sight when she found him, he was slumped over on one of his interactive work stations, mug half full of what she presumed to be a stiff whiskey judging from the smell. She steadied herself, she told herself long ago she could stop the billionaire from drinking himself into a stupor, he had been doing so well recently. What had caused this relapse?

Images of someone from the party hovered in front of her, the man on the screen had the greenest eyes she had ever seen.

"I can't find him Pep." Tony said wistfully, acknowledging that his girlfriend had entered the room, not even bothering to question her presence in what he thought was his privet workshop. Pepper stayed quiet, watching the screen as the man's face was viewed from every angle properly. "Luke Laws does not exist" he concluded, leaning back in his chair, stretching out his shoulders. So that was it, Pepper thought, he couldn't find someone. She still didn't understand how this 'Luke Laws' had made Tony so depressed. When she saw Tony reach for his mug she snatched it from his grasp. The playboy growled.

"Give me the mug Pepper." He said sternly, glaring at his PA, he was not going to have this fight with her again. Pepper ignored the demand and located the very nearly empty bottle of whiskey as well as one that was still half full.

"It's only ten past twelve Tony and you are already drunk," she scalded, ten past twelve? He had been up for hours searching for a man who didn't exist. He had searched for his face amongst the never ending data of the internet, no matches. Even a simple name search had not helped in the slightest. In the end frustration and drink got the better of him. Pepper waved her hand in front of Tony's vacant face. "Are you even listening to me?" she questioned, bringing Tony out of his solemn thoughts. Pepper held in a noise of frustration when she was met with a blank stare.

"Pep, just give me back the bottle." he said again, trying to sound calm. He wanted to grabbed the bottle back more than anything, to rip it from her hands but he could never do that, he feared he would hurt her. Pepper shook her head and left for the door, not bothering with the billionaire today, their brief exchange of words had left her angry and annoyed.

Once the door had closed, sealing away his girlfriend and liquid comfort, Tony sighed, he stared at the Man projected before him, one question hammering the inside of his skull. who the hell are you?

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A/N: Originally I had planned for this chapter to be much longer, but seeming as it's is only the beginning I left it there to test the waters. =]

Song for this Chapter: For your entertainment by Adam Lambert