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I feel like the name is a bit too fancy for what this fic is, but well. Enjoy!
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Title: In Vino Veritas.
"You were drunk last night." Bruce paused for a beat, then two. "You said some things."
Tony blinked sluggishly up at the other man. He was still lying in bed, his back turned away from the windows that were letting in a sliver of sunlight even with the thick drapes shut. As his sleepy drunk-hazed brain struggled to make sense of the words, he still took a moment to appreciate the view before him. Bruce hadn't bothered to put on a shirt over his pajama pants and his dark hair was still slightly mussed from sleep. All too soon, the moment was gone.
"Okay. I guess it's good to have further confirmation I don't lose my ability to speak even when I'm plastered."
There was no change in Bruce's expression, his sharp hazel eyes never leaving Tony's gaze. "You said you couldn't keep doing this."
Tony stayed silent for a moment. He had no idea what the hell Bruce was talking about. What the fuck did he say last night? God, he needed a drink. At least he hadn't had to deal with annoying hangovers for a long time now, and he could easily ignore the light headache. He propped himself up against the headboard and patted the mattress at his side.
"Sit down, would you? You know I don't like people looming over me when there are conversations happening." Bruce sat down after a moment's pause. "Was I talking about coming to Gotham, getting drunk off my ass, and forcing you to carry me out of parties? 'Cause, sorry not sorry, but I totally can and will keep doing that."
It was Bruce's turn to fall silent. For a moment, it looked like he was contemplating letting go of whatever he had wanted to say. Then, he set his jaw and went on with it. "You said this wasn't what you wanted."
"I think you just lost me." Tony didn't even have to fake his confusion. He almost didn't want to know what the fuck he said. If it had Bruce acting like this it couldn't be anything good. "This wouldn't be happening if you had let me install JARVIS here, you know? He would have already replayed our conversation from last night- if we even had a conversation and it wasn't just my drunken babbling. You know how I get when I'm drunk."
"You said you wanted more," Bruce added, pointedly ignoring everything he said.
Tony's stomach dropped. He was starting to get a very bad feeling about this. "Did I say that while we were fucking? Because that would make a lot of sense, sweetcheeks. I always want more of that."
"You said you loved me."
Jesus fucking Christ. Of course he did that, the fucking idiot he was. God, he couldn't even get fucking drunk anymore without fear of spilling his guts to whoever was around to hear his pathetic babbling, couldn't he? Great. This was just fantastic. Alright, alright. He could still get out of this mess. He was Tony-fucking-Stark. Fuck. He wasn't sober enough to deal with this shit-
Bruce was still waiting, though, his eyes like lasers on him, missing nothing. Tony opened his mouth and hoped to fuck whatever came out made any kind of sense.
"Of course I love you, Brucie-bear. I love your fan-fucking-tastic ass under my hands. And those rock-hard abs of yours. And your mouth sucking me, and how tight you are around me. Have I told you how much I love your strong, long legs wrapped around my waist? 'Cause it's a fuckton, baby. So yeah, l love all of your smoking hot body."
Bruce's eyes were narrowed as he watched him. "So, you weren't talking about us then. About our arrangement."
Tony knew better than to think Bruce believed a work of that, but he still snatched the out he was being given with both hands. "Of course I wasn't talking about that. Why would I be talking about that? I love our arrangement. I think it's a great arrangement. Don't you think so too, sweetcheeks?"
"And you're content with the nature of our relationship."
"You can bet your pretty ass I'm very content with it, Brucie-bear. I mean, I get some pretty awesome sex out of it as proven by last night's activities." He didn't actually remember, but he felt pleasurably aching in all the right spots, so yeah, there was great sex had last night. "You also get some smoking hot sex without having to worry about coming up with stupid excuses to cover up your batty hobby, so it's a win-win.
"Really, why wouldn't I be happy?'"
Bruce's gaze was still piercing and knowing, and Tony rushed to distract him with some more words.
"I got wasted last night and then proceeded to babble nonsense for a little bit." He shrugged. "No big deal."
"You don't need to be drunk to do that."
Tony was so relieved he almost couldn't mustee the right among of annoyance to respond to that. "Okay, that was just mean."
Bruce let out a soft sigh, his gaze finally flickering away from him. "I guess I'm the only one who feels that way."
Tony's head snapped up so fast his neck protested the movement. He ignored that, of course. There were more important things than that shit. "Come again?"
The corner of Bruce's lips twitched slightly. "I don't know if the word you used last night is the right word for it, but what I do know is that, for some strange reason, I enjoy spending time with you- and not just when we're having sex." Bruce paused for a moment. "I also know that watching you flirt and get too close to other people makes me feel- uncomfortable."
"So no more sleeping around anymore, huh? Just checking," Tony added, grinning in response to the glare Bruce sent him. Honestly, he had no fucking clue what to make of this. It didn't feel real. "What do you think will be our couple's name? Truce? Maybe Stayne?" He frowned. "Not sure I like either."
"Do you really care about that?"
"You're right," Tony agreed with a severe nod. "We have more important things to do now that we're officially a real couple. Now, why don't you come here already so we can start the celebration," He added with a wriggle of his eyebrows.
"Alfred is going to be here any minute," Bruce warned, a dark arched eyebrow- which was definitely not a no.
"I'm sure we can be real quick, can't we, cupcake?"
The nickname made Bruce roll his eyes, and yet, in the blink of an eye he was straddling Tony, his smoldering dark eyes looking down at him.
"Well, hello the-" Tony was cut off when Bruce's lips closed over his own.
So, the celebration had started already. Okay, then. Tony wasted no time getting past the waistband of Bruce's pants and putting his hands on his boyfriend's deliciously naked ass as he kissed back with equal parts enthusiasm and skill. After all, they owed it to themselves to give this relationship a damn good start- and damn right they were going to do that.
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A/N: This was yet another piece rescued from my long-abandoned unfinished drafts. It was all just dialogue, so I filled in the rest and changed a few things as I worked it over. I hope you liked it and thank you for reading!
This is unbetaed and I'm not a native speaker, so please feel free to point out any mistake you may find.
