So, here I am to possibly ruin your fandom. I apologize in advance. This pairing has commandeered my brain and I can't help but write it. Of course, feel free to review/criticize. I know this will likely be a little OOC and I apologize for that, too. This is very likely to turn into a long fic. :3 Maybe a prequal will emerge as well.
Important note about characters: When I think Tony Stark, I think of the movie version. Then I remember the tanned skin and black hair version. So...if you are strainging for a visual, think of RDJ with darker hair and a tan. :/ When I think of Bruce Wayne, I think that there are too many Batman movies to keep consistency. :P SO...you have the black haired, blue eyed version from cartoons/comics that has been placed into the Dark Knight universe. Confusing, I know. I'm sorry.
I don't own anything nor am I making any money by writing this.
Malibu on a hot summer day should seem like paradise to anyone, let alone a billionaire. However Tony Stark was feeling more imprisoned than ever in his own Malibu home. With death approaching he felt as though everything was a waste of time, that whatever he did, something else could have been done in his limited time.
Anything that would take his mind off of his condition was welcome, but the nagging awareness of it crept back up on him at the worst of times. To worsen the situation, his recent 'house arrest'-like restriction by S.H.I.E.L.D. left him doing exactly what he was trying to avoid, acknowledging his fast approaching death.
Now the tired man sat at his kitchen table amongst the wreckage of his home with a glass of chlorophyll in hand. He didn't want to think about his father. He didn't want to work on anything. He wanted to run. To fly. To fly away from it all. He didn't want to drink chlorophyll instead of Scotch. He didn't want to tinker with new compounds instead of his cars. The truth was something that he had learned long ago; life isn't fair. It's short too, he thought with a sad chuckle.
"This is my legacy." Tony said aloud, glancing around at the wrecked surroundings. He had a short stint of heroism and a lifetime of destruction. What would the next generation learn when their teachers had to cover Tony Stark? The bad, of course. People remember the worst and the last things done and, unfortunately for him, neither of those things were glorious heroism.
His mind followed that thought into a negative spiral as he let his forehead come to rest against the tabletop. What kind of important things had he left undone? There were plenty that he wanted to do but hadn't pursued for various reasons. Had a lasting relationship of any sort….stop drinking….hmmm, drink less….have a pet…get a sidekick….He sighed. Though he wanted to laugh at the concept of himself sober with a sidekick the amusement didn't get a chance to flourish, another dark thought took over. He didn't have anyone to spend his (limited) free time with.
Sure, he had Pepper to harass whenever, but he never crossed that boundary completely. He couldn't devote himself to her like she deserved. Anyone else? Rhodey was….more concerned about his own life. Maybe I should have been like that.
He couldn't recall making any real connections. Hundreds of women he had been with and there was not a single one would he ever have considered more than some quick relief. No business partners to play golf with on lazy Sundays. No best friend to work on projects with.
"Mister Stark." J.A.R.V.I.S.'s curt voice cut into his thoughts. Well, he thought dully, I guess Jarvis counts as someone to work on projects with. He was a project. "You're attention is required by-"
"I know, I know…my S.H.I.E.L.D. homework." Tony said bitterly.
"Actually, sir-" J.A.R.V.I.S. attempted once more.
"Actually, I require your attention, Stark." A gruff voice broke Tony completely from his reverie. His head snapped up and he turned to face the man in the entrance to the kitchen. Tony searched his memory for a name to go with the face and he furrowed his eyebrows.
"Bruce…Wayne?" He said slowly. The other man nodded, expression softening nearly imperceptibly. Tony continued, unsurely. "What are you doing here? I….I don't know where Miss Potts is, if it's business. She's…uh, she's the CEO now. If you'd like to have a seat, I can have Jarvis call her for-"
"I'm not here for business. I'm here about you." Bruce said and, in his straightforward and confident way, crossed the room to sit across from the now startled Tony. It had been easy enough to get in, considering the sizeable damage to the house. "I heard about…your condition."
"If you knew what I've encountered lately, you might have chosen different wording." The smaller of the two said, drinking from his glass slowly. He carefully observed the younger man's expression alter slightly.
"Hm. My apologies." Bruce said, attempting to formulate a better way to explain his intentions. He wasn't entirely sure himself why he was here. It just felt like something he needed to do.
"Don't worry about it." Tony said, leaning back in his chair. How did news of his condition make it to Gotham? Sure the disaster of a birthday party was probably 'big' news, but his health was strictly 'questionable'. He was mentally searching for something to give him a hint at what could be going on. "You said it wasn't business but what else is there between us that would be worth coming here for? The suit?"
"…I don't want your suit." The larger man paused for a moment. His expression hardened again. "If you…don't remember…that's fine. I'll go."
"Remember?" Tony frowned slightly. What had he done with Bruce Wayne other than a few business deals? He had seen him at a few high class parties before his stint of captivity, but that was expected.
Ah, how he would miss those parties. The last one stuck out in his mind as having been particularly enjoyable. Yes…it had ended well. I have never slept so well in my life. He thought with a chuckle, beginning to reminisce.
The humor died quickly as he recounted that night in more detail. He had been overwhelmed by the sensations. It was like he hadn't done anything. He didn't have to. Someone else was controlling it. He could remember feeling so…relaxed…taken care of, as large rough hands ran over his shoulders and down his sides to his hips.
"Bruce!" He whispered, eyes wide with realization. "You. I. That night. W-what?"
"Calm down. I'm not going to hold you to anything. I didn't…set my hopes very high." Bruce admitted flatly. It was true, he hadn't set them high at all, yet he couldn't stop himself from coming to see the dying genius anyway.
"But…that was real, then?" Tony asked, eyebrows knitting together. How could he have allowed himself to do that? After so long….I slipped up.
"Yes, of course." The blue eyed CEO said, folding his arms across his chest. At least Tony wasn't having a panic attack. It might not be going so badly after all.
"And you're here now." The smaller male stated slowly.
"Yes, of course." Was the simple reply.
"Well….why?" Tony asked seriously, leaning forward onto the table. "If you know about my condition, why bother? It'll…all be over too soon, anyways."
"…" Bruce paused. That question wasn't so easy to answer. His reason seemed selfish when he considered them. When it came down to it, he didn't want any future opportunities with the older male to be eliminated. Bruce wasn't even sure if he even liked Stark when he wasn't drunk but if he died now he would never get to know. That night had been….amazing. He couldn't help but want to know more about the brilliant mind in control of that wonderful body.
"Don't worry about hurting my feeli-" Tony began, having been waiting on a response from the younger man. Bruce held up a hand to stop any comments. He was prepared to lay out his raw feelings about the situation, not having time to euphemize his thoughts.
"Listen. I know you probably have some other things to do, so I'll make it quick. I want you alive because I think you're interesting. Instead of being boringly intelligent or irritatingly sexual you…combine those things." Bruce explained with difficulty. "I also feel like I can…commiserate with you. Stress and all that."
"So to you, I'm clever and sexy?" The older male asked with a frown. "You didn't even mention that I'm Iron Man."
"That…goes along with commiserating." The blue eyed man said hesitantly. Although Tony had been intriguing enough during their initial fling, which had been pre-Iron Man, he couldn't help but follow any news about the new hero.
"Ah, being a 'hero' is a little different than a business executive." Tony said, leaning back once more in his chair. So this was just another shallow deal, he thought sadly. Time to cut it off before he had time to regret not having time to explore it. I shouldn't have considered it, anyway. "How did you get in here, anyway? Wasn't there someone guarding out there? Agent Coulson or whatever his name is?"
"There was someone." The larger man replied to half of the question. This wasn't going as planned. At this rate, he'd have to do something drastic to keep the other from brushing him off.
"They didn't take my money, how come they let you pay them off?" Tony frowned.
"I didn't." The younger male stated simply. Tony's frown deepened.
"Then how did you get passed them? Threats?" Tony asked impatiently.
"You see, Tony, it's like this." Bruce laced his fingers together in front of him. The gravity of what he was about to divulge was nearly unbearable but what could he do? Tony was dying and his most guarded secret may be the only piece of information that would convey his seriousness. "When someone needs help, especially someone he cares about, no one stops Batman from getting to them."
"…" Dark brown eyes stared at him.
"…" The blue eyed man fidgeted. Most of the people he told this were already attached to him so he wasn't surprised that that Tony was having difficulty accepting it. I suppose I shou-
"…So" A pause. "…threats, then." Tony murmured in awe. Bruce resisted the urge to bury his face into his palm.
-O-
The rest of the evening had been spent discussing the technical aspects of Batman in the (slightly reconstructed) lounge instead of the kitchen. His suit, the cave, and of course the car. Bruce was glad that Tony was lightening up instead of being terribly depressed. It seemed, however, that he was avoiding half of the younger male's admittance, focusing solely on the Bat and not the feelings he had divulged. Bruce was nearly positive that this was deliberate.
"I could probably develop you something for flight, like a jet pack maybe. It wouldn't take me long to make at all, maybe a week, max. Then after a few test trials I could definitely upgrade it. Think anyone will recognize it as Stark tech? Eh, I suppose it won't matter 'til I wanted to produce it publicly and that might take months, years-….oh." Tony fell silent suddenly.
"Eh?" Bruce had been nodding occasionally but the sudden change of tone through him off.
"I won't have time for that." The smaller male said solemnly, feeling the crushing weight of his previous worry returning. He slumped tiredly back against the cushions. This was too much to handle.
"Tony, things are going to be fine. I'm sure between the two of us, we can find a new core." Bruce frowned. Things had been going moderately well. Maybe Tony needs some physical reassurance. He thought, shifting so that he was sitting marginally closer.
"I don't need you to assure me." Tony said, folding his arms over his chest and straightening his posture slightly. "I'm not a woman."
"I never said you-" The blue eyed CEO started. Bad guess.
"It doesn't matter if you said it or not. It has to do with our personalities." The smaller male frowned slightly. It seemed as though he wouldn't be able to get out of this one without remembering things he didn't want to.
"What are you talking about?" Bruce turned to fixate him with a confused look.
"You're feelings, what else? I'm just saying that I am a woman's man. I don't think I could just…change. It'll be a constant struggle for power. Male dominance and all that." Tony's frown deepened. I can't be seen with a man….it's not right for a man of my social stature. It's not acceptable. Not…. He thought. 'It is not allowed.' His father's stern voice echoed in his head and he felt his heart sink in remembrance. Ugh.
"You didn't complain that night." The larger male leered at him with raised eyebrow. Yes, this was the direction the conversation was supposed to go. Finally. One of his thick arms slid around the other's shoulders.
"I w-wasn't coherent enough to." Tony cringed. This was a losing battle from the beginning, it seemed. He would never win in a fight against those arms. Especially since he was fighting the urge to relax into them. The stress is getting to me. He had been hoping that suddenly changing the subject from Bat tech to the admitted feelings would throw Bruce off. Things were getting risky.
"You asked for it. You asked for it hard and fast." Bruce growled and grabbed a fistful of the smaller man's shirt to pull him closer. A few buttons popped off. The younger's blue eyes had darkened in concentration. He had taken the opening and intended to see it through to an end, whether it was a desirable one or not.
"I'm not ready for a change like that." Tony leaned away as much as the fabric of his shirt would allow. The emotional stress was weighing heavily on him. He was lying to himself, really, and his resolve was weakening. His heart was racing but he didn't flee. Curiosity was winning. How long had it been since he consented to this kind of interaction consciously?
"Just go with it. Stop worrying, it doesn't fit you." A strong leg swung over Tony's lap. Bruce's massive frame seemed overwhelming as he leaned down to brush his lips against the older man's stubble-laden jaw.
"I can't." Tony turned his head away from the assault. "I just…" He whispered. "I can't."
"Hn." Bruce slid a hand up to hold the smaller male's chin but instead of closing the distance between their mouths he took advantage of the newly exposed neck.
"N-nah!" Tony grit his teeth as his neck was assaulted. The licking turned into sucking and then into biting and he was trembling as Bruce yanked his shirt open completely in a show of dominance, the remaining buttons scattering across various surfaces. "Bruce!" He hissed.
"If you tell me to stop, I will." Bruce murmured against the other's collar bone. He couldn't help but cringe at the sight of the palladium damage around the reactor and made an effort to avoid touching it.
After hearing no objections from Tony, he leaned down and rested his forehead against the smaller man's allowing his hands to roam along muscular shoulders and slender sides. He kept his weight on his knees and the strain of his erection against the fabric of his jeans was obvious. It was taking every ounce of will power for him not to rock his hips against Tony's body for some contact.
"Uhn….Bruce." Tony whimpered as calloused hands slid up his abs to brush over his nipples. He arched into the touch. Those hands were certainly masculine. "Please." He breathed.
"Hm?" The larger man lifted his head to look into the other's eyes. It seemed as though the stress was leaving him with only raw need and….fear.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Bruce said hesitantly. The people I care about always end up hurt. Pushing that thought away, he considered whether the please was a request for continuation or for him to stop. "I…just want you to feel good."
"Okay." Tony murmured, closing his eyes. He was dying…so why not go with it for now? Let someone else be in control, since he obviously wasn't. "Okay."
That was the confirmation Bruce had been waiting for and he cautiously leaned down and pressed their mouths together. He felt Tony tremble slightly before leaning up into the kiss. Bruce laved his tongue into the other's mouth and purred in delight when the attention was returned. Of course, he quickly dominated the 'struggle'. In the meantime, he felt fingers fumbling with his belt and bit back a groan.
"Before we get too far…." Bruce panted, breaking the kiss. "Let's move this to a more suitable location."
"Bed's upstairs." Tony said with a gesture towards the staircase across the room. Bruce hefted him up over his shoulder without warning and before he knew it, Tony found himself tossed onto his bed. Although he felt numb, as if the whole situation was surreal, he wiggled out of his pants and boxers, having dropped his ripped shirt somewhere on the way to his room.
"Ah." Bruce made a noise of approval somewhere off to his left and Tony blinked in surprise as several articles of clothing flew over his head and a tube landed near his head. He turned his head to examine it but a rough hand caught his jaw and turned his face back so that he was looking up at Bruce's smirking face. The light from his arc reactor cast a glow on the other's face, making Bruce's blue eyes even brighter seeming.
"What're you-" Tony began to ask why he was upside down but a rough kiss silenced him momentarily. I don't see how Spiderman does this. he thought in amusement. He was almost positive his beard was scratching the hell out of Bruce's face in this upside down position.
"You think too much." The larger male murmured, breaking the kiss. He maneuvered around so that he was kneeling between Tony's legs. Their lengths were nearly touching and he couldn't resist the urge to grasp them together, pulling once from base to tip. The simple motion elicted a groan from both of them and Tony arched up sensually.
"Ahn…Bruce. G-good." The older male breathed. His fingers were curled in the dark red blanket beneath him.
Bruce relinquished his hold on their cocks to grab the tube and push the other's thighs apart further. Tony complied, watching with half-lidded eyes as the larger male slicked up his length with lube. He couldn't contain a breathy whimper as he felt fingers pressing against his entrance.
"Uhn!" Tony inhaled sharply as he was breeched for the first time in too long. The pain of the rare sensation sent his arousal through the roof, and he felt pre-cum begin to run down his length. "M-more."
"Mm." Bruce was eternally grateful that Tony was agreeing with this. He continued slowly fingering the tight ring of muscles for a moment more before his mind began to become too cloudy to hold off any longer. He positioned his tip with ease and pressed in with one slow glide.
"Fuck!" Tony gasped at the sudden feeling, eyes sliding shut. He clutched fistfuls of the blanket and tried to adjust to the pain. A warm kiss pressed against his mouth and he tentatively kissed back. It was a good distraction, as he didn't notice completely the withdrawing of Bruce's cock until it was buried back in with force causing him to break the kiss to cry out. "Ah!"
"Hurting you?" Bruce asked. His voice wavering in an attempt to keep his wits as he steadily rocked his hips. The enveloping heat was nearly undoing him completely and he was unsure that he would be able to last.
"No…'sgood." Tony murmured. He slid his arms around broad shoulders, pulling Bruce down close to him for a feverish kiss. He whimpered as his cock was trapped between their muscular abdomens, the dual sensations he was feeling leaving him fighting to hang onto consciousness.
Bruce shivered in delight as Tony tightened around him. It seemed that the older man was closer than he let on. He increased the tempo of his thrusts, bracing himself on his elbows that were beside Tony's head.
Tony let his arms fall to the surface of the bed, burying fingers into the soft red fabric below him. He could feel the familiar warmth building and knew it wouldn't be much longer before he came. It only took a few more thrusts before he shuddered hard and arched sensually, his orgasm overwhelming him.
Bruce shuddered as he felt warm spatters of cum on his belly. Normally, he would have been able to last much longer but the tightening around him combined with the rarity of the situation was too much and he was drawn over the edge. He groaned as he spilled his seed deep into Tony's body. "Yes…" He breathed.
"Ugh….." Tony groaned. He felt exhausted. All the mental stress he had been experiencing, all the worry, sorrow, anger, and fright was melted from his mind. He barely noticed as Bruce pulled out of him and flopped down beside of him. He was already falling asleep when he felt his body being shifted and a warm, solid body spooning up against his back.
-O-
When the sun-tanned billionaire woke he was tangled in his sheets and the windows were no longer darkened as was customary for sleeping hours in the house (as far as he could tell with his eyes closed; he didn't feel like blinding himself to check). Must have slept in. He thought.
A smile spread across his face at the memory of the previous night. He stretched languidly and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Once they refocused he looked around for another sleeping form but there was none. Tony furrowed his eyebrows and slid out of bed, grabbing a pair of boxers and some sweat pants to put on.
"Bruce?" Tony called tentatively as he padded downstairs to the lounge, careful of the various areas being reconstructed.
"Mister Wayne has left, sir. He has left a message for you. Would you like me to play it?"
"Yes, please." The dark haired male said quickly. He didn't hide his eagerness.
"Tony, I don't like leaving you here all of a sudden but I do have…business to take care of. I'm sure you can understand. I have my people looking for new core possibilities. Of course, they think its for new cell phone batteries but it works." Bruce paused in the recording. "I want to see you again soon…okay? Next month, on the 14th ,I have an early morning meeting in Seattle. I'll come down to see you then. You don't get a say in this, by the way. Be good, I'll see you soon."
Tony sighed as the message ended. Back to the grind, then. Part of him wanted to revert back into the depressed, drunken persona he had been exhibiting recently but he stopped that train of thought abruptly. Last night had opened up new possibilities for things he didn't have already and that was a weakness of his. "I'll see you soon." He couldn't just die; he had a date with a handsome young billionaire coming up soon.
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