Dark Iron (2/4)
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He lay in bed, a heavy weight on top of him, hard and holding him down. His fingers touched the cool curves which hadn’t yet warmed to his skin, tracing the hard abs, pectorals, a six-pack; every contour of the armor, so different from his own, bringing out the perfection of a human body. He clutched at it, quivered and itched, wanting for more, wanting to be closer, the pressure rising inside him, pooling in his groin. A heavy breath against his ear, a faint growl, harsh pants and a low voice promising -
Tony was close to an orgasm when he woke up from the dream. Part of him wished it had gone on just a bit longer, yet the rest of him decided that it was far better not to entertain this thing that had gone too far already.
He jumped out of bed, almost falling over, then went to shower, quick and precise as he brought himself off and then washed away every last trace of it. No need to linger on the marks on his skin where Batman had held him in place; no reason to feel if his ass was still swollen and tender.
Once he was clean he threw on some clothes, gathered up the pieces of tech then armored up. “J.A.R.V.I.S., call the hotel staff and let them know I checked out early,” he announced as he took off from the balcony, flying fast and curving towards the West.
“Very well, sir.”
“Prep the workshop; I’m coming home,” he added, watching Vegas disappear.
It didn’t take long for him to get to Malibu and he stripped off the armor once he was there, the holograms already floating around his work area. “Keep an eye on the caped crusader,” Tony told J.A.R.V.I.S. “Also, gather everything you can find on Justin Hammer’s latest moves.” The man would be an idiot to try anything after the last time but some people never learn…
He worked for a better part of the day then headed to his bedroom for a bit, taking a nice, long bath - which was rudely interrupted when he was just beginning to relax:
“Sir, you have a visitor,” the AI announced.
Tony’s first thought was Pepper, or maybe Rhodey. “Yeah? Who?” he asked without opening his eyes to check the screen that would show him the feed from the door.
“Batman, sir. He’s requesting entrance yet I assume if you don’t grant him that, he will find something in his utility belt to open the door regardless; I am getting readings of several explosive devices.”
Tony reached out to pinch the bridge of his nose. It hadn’t been that long and unless the guy knew how to fly, he had taken off immediately after Tony. “Fine, let him in.” He opened his eyes and got out of the bath, dressing up in a wife-beater and worn jeans, padding barefoot down the stairs. “Where is he?” Tony asked as he got to the living room and saw that there was no one there.
“In the workshop, sir.”
“What?” Tony snapped.
“You told me to let him in.”
“Into the house - not my workshop!”
“You didn’t specify, sir.”
“I shouldn’t have to,” Tony muttered then set off down the stairs to find Batman just standing in the middle of the workshop. The holograms were gone but he still had the full view of the armory, some unfinished works and Tony’s collection of vehicles.
Tony let himself in, wondering if he should suit up for the discussion. “You’re a hard man to get rid of,” he announced.
“You were trying to get rid of me?” Batman asked, turning towards him. His cape was around him, hiding most of his armor from view. Tony stopped, staring - then shifted his eyes, determined not to stare.
“Look, I appreciate you saving my skin but I think I can take this from here. They’re targeting me so it’s not really your… business…” He stuttered, only slightly, when the man - still wrapped in his cape - began to walk closer. “Okay, I think we have to set some limits about personal space,” Tony went on, voice harder, taking a step back before he realized what he was doing and then stopped because he wasn’t going to show weakness in front of this man.
If something happened, he could have J.A.R.V.I.S. engage one of the suits and blast Batman through the nearest wall.
“You dreamt last night,” Batman announced.
Tony froze. “You were spying on me? Is ‘creepy’ your secret superpower?”
“Did you dream of this?” the Bat went on, voice lower if possible, shooting straight to Tony’s pants. Had he been born a woman, he would have probably been soaking against the inside of his jeans right about now, but he wasn’t going to let someone beat him at his own game. Last night had been embarrassing enough.
“Not exactly,” Tony evaded, stepping around him, moving away casually, picking up things from the tables then setting them down on workbenches. He refused to admit it was out of nervousness; maybe he was just cleaning up. He finished his little circle, ending up a safe distance from the other vigilante then looked at him again. “Why, did you come here for round two?”
They stared at each other, trying to anticipate their next moves no doubt. Tony knew he wouldn’t have time to suit up before the other man was on top of him but that had never incapacitated him before. This was his home, his familiar ground, and Batman was going to learn things the hard way if he thought Tony would just bend over for him.
Well, wasn’t that a nice image… But no, he wasn’t going to go there and there was some level of control he had to have over the situation, right? He was Iron Man and just because Batman had gotten under his skin once didn’t mean it would happen again.
- - -
Stark was not hard to follow, or find, but he was hard to just… forget. Last night had reminded Batman of how long it had been since he really threw down and just enjoyed another person’s body.
Selena had been a very exciting lover, but cats are not notoriously loyal and she found others that were exciting as well. Bruce didn’t like sharing. He didn’t blame her, though. It was her nature, after all.
Watching the man from his bedroom window at night had made him smile. Stark had enjoyed it just as much as he had. He didn’t need night-vision to see that.
But it helped.
When Stark had taken off abruptly for home, he followed, eager to sample a bit more of him and also to see what he would do about Hammer.
He enjoyed the banter between Stark and his AI, J.A.R.V.I.S. Bruce wondered if he could talk Stark into getting him an AI for the Batcave.
He smiled at Stark’s arrogant attitude. The posturing… so endearing. He looked down then extended his hand as though to say something, and a long wire shot out, wrapping itself around Stark’s wrists keeping them immobile.
“What the fuck!” Stark snapped.
“I can’t risk you being free down here, too many… surprises waiting for me, I’m sure,” Batman explained softly.
“Sir… I must protest,” the AI began, but he just said:
“I won’t hurt him, so don’t worry yourself. Just… keep quiet and mind your own business.”
He gripped Stark’s biceps in his hands and kissed him, his tongue pushing in and tasting the spicy sweetness of Tony’s mouth. He licked the corners of his mouth delicately and reached down, undoing his costume and pulling out his stiffened member.
He forced Stark to his knees in front of him and said, “Open.”
“Fuck you.”
“Open or I will make this very unpleasant for you. You know you want to suck me, I know you want to suck me. I’ll make it worth your while. Don’t be… yourself,” Batman reasoned, his voice low and gravelly.
Slowly, Stark opened his mouth and he pushed his cock in, sliding a hand to the back of his head. He slid in and out, and the feeling was too good. Soon he was fucking Tony’s face, feeling the man choke occasionally, but that just added to it. Drool wet his chin, but his lips continued to massage his cock, his tongue dancing along his shaft.
When he got too close to cumming, he lifted Stark up and turned him away from him. He yanked his pants down and spread his legs. He licked the tight hole that had given him such wonderful dreams last night and then penetrated him slowly, pushing his tongue deeper.
Stark groaned and pushed back. Batman kept licking and tongue-fucking him, drawing it out, getting him wet and ready. Finally Stark almost growled: “Do it…”
He rose and pushed inside, thrusting balls deep in him on the first thrust. Stark let out a long, low moan and Batman groaned, shuddering. It was even better than he’d remembered. He kept thrusting, pulling all the way out then thrusting back inside before the hole closed tight again. Stark seemed to like that, and he knew he certainly did.
“Fuck… Tony…” Batman licked his neck, biting at it and reaching his gloved hand around to fondle him roughly.
Tony came first, covering the dark material with creamy liquid. Batman put the gloved fingers in Tony’s mouth, letting him suck them clean as he began to reach his peak. His thrusts grew harder, faster, at which point he lifted Stark off the ground, impaled on his thick pole, and filled him with hot seed.
When he finally lowered him, he was quiet for a long moment.
Then he slowly licked the side of Stark’s neck and pulled out of his body. He tucked himself back in and then found a sink to wash. Then he came back and washed Stark almost gently before cutting his bonds.
He sat on the table and said quietly, “So, do you want my help with Hammer or not?”
- - -
This guy was unbelievable. If he hadn’t been perfectly certain that he was lucid, Tony might have considered that some drug-induced dirty fantasy was messing up his brain, but as it was, everything was all too real.
He hadn’t thought even Batman would have the balls to fuck him like that in his own goddamn workshop. But there Tony had been, hands tied, his AI just watching from the sidelines - hopefully recording it, too - and while he may have protested at the time, he couldn’t claim that sucking the other man off wasn’t something he wanted… or choking on his flesh, the harshness of the Bat’s movements surpassing most of what he had learned over the years; feeling the other man’s mouth on his sensitive skin, tongue-fucking him into submission that came too fast for Tony’s liking; sucking the gloved fingers covered in his own seed, knowing the other man probably couldn’t feel it but he ran his tongue over them greedily anyway, drinking in the texture as he was still being fucked…
Yeah, he most definitely hoped J.A.R.V.I.S. had recorded this from multiple angles and in HD.
As Tony caught himself and his breath, Batman made himself comfortable on one of the tables, sitting there as innocently as he possibly could, talking about Hammer again.
“Are you bringing up Hammer on purpose to kill my post-coital bliss?” Tony groused unhappily, trying to straighten his clothes then dropped the attempt, kicking off his pants and going to a nearby closet to get a fresh pair.
“You didn’t answer me,” Batman said. Single-minded bastard.
“My answer is ‘no’,” Tony told him, slamming the closet door a little before walking over to him. He ended up standing so close he could almost touch the armored knee with his thigh. “I’ll take care of Hammer.”
The black-rimmed eyes were narrowed.
“What, now you’re getting all pouty?” Tony asked. “Just because you’ve managed to bend me over twice doesn’t mean I’m not capable of taking care of that jack-ass. It isn’t your fight; this isn’t your mission.” He stopped for a bit, feeling a slight headache coming on. “But I guess I can’t force you to the sidelines even if I wanted to.”
There was that damn smile again; cold and dark yet somehow still managing to look satisfied. “Now you’re learning.”
“I’m a genius,” Tony quipped back. “Now, do you have somewhere to stay? I have a dark basement you can sleep in. I can even make J.A.R.V.I.S. play nature sounds for you.”
He was met with only a blank stare but Tony knew the man was reading him; he appeared smart, way smarter than most people he had to deal with. Perhaps that’s why Tony found it so acceptable to just fall apart for him and spread his legs… Maybe he should try a bit harder to not do that in the future.
“The guest bedroom is prepared should you need it, Mr. Batman,” J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke up.
“I’m not staying,” the Bat replied.
“Of course not,” Tony narrowed his eyes, reaching out towards his face. “Couldn’t have anyone compromising your secret identity, now, could we -” His fingers were so close to that mask, wanting to undo it, to discover the secret mechanism that was there, to see something more human than Kevlar, but Batman caught his wrist in a painful hold.
“You won’t do that, ever.”
“Right,” Tony huffed, trying to wriggle free. It wasn’t a promise; it was a challenge accepted. Unmasking Batman had just become a mission.
The fingers around his wrist tightened, making him groan in discomfort.
“I need that hand to work,” he finally let out a hint that he’d had enough.
“Then keep it in check,” Batman replied. He didn’t let go immediately, dragging it out, then allowed his fingers to loosen.
Tony pulled the limb back, cradling the wrist, allowing blood to flow to his fingers again. “J.A.R.V.I.S. will show you to the door,” he said then, ready to get back to work. He was in a bad mood now so maybe visiting Hammer would alleviate that; seeing the man squirm never got old. Then again, if they hadn’t been able to dig up dirt on him yet… Hammer might be stupid, but he wasn’t an idiot. Perhaps he had hired the sloppy kind of people but nothing had led directly towards him yet, just the tech that may or may not be his and could have been sold or stolen. It didn’t prove Hammer had anything to do with it personally although Tony wouldn’t put it past him.
“I’m not leaving yet,” Batman broke his train of thought.
“No?” Tony raised an eyebrow. “Is there something else you want? A drink? Food? And may I suggest, as a fan of personal hygiene, that you seriously need to wash that armor soon, too. I have a nice bathroom upstairs.”
Of course getting the Bat to undress wasn’t that easy but it was a good try.
Batman smiled darkly again. “Maybe you should clean me up better, then.”
Tony laughed, unable to believe this guy - then looked at his face and narrowed his eyes again. “Okay, so that wasn’t a joke. Don’t get carried away, Bats: I might have enjoyed the mouth-on-cock action we engaged in earlier as much as the next person but I’m not putting my mouth back on your dick before you’ve scrubbed it clean. It’s not my kink.”
“And what is?” Batman asked, rising to the challenge.
Tony stepped closer to him, feeling that armor press against him before he was close enough to hit the edge of the table and could go no further without climbing into Batman’s lap. He leaned forward and bit his jaw. “Maybe if you take off that mask, I’ll tell you,” he said hotly against the exposed flesh.
“The mask isn’t coming off.”
“Well, tough luck, then.” He turned and walked away, rearranging some things in the workshop then headed out towards the door, willing to call J.A.R.V.I.S. to help if Batman tried something again. “I’m heading upstairs now. Do you want to stay down there locked up in the dark or come up?”
Batman rose and followed him, crowding him a bit as the door slid shut. Tony found his escape in the stairs and went to get himself a drink. He needed another shower, too, but that could wait. “J, anything on Hammer?”
“Not yet, sir. Either Mr. Hammer is being careful about his illegal activities or he isn’t participating in any.”
As much as Tony would have loved to just barge in there, he knew he couldn’t do that if Hammer wasn’t responsible for any of this. There were rules even Iron Man had to follow and he couldn’t just do it all on a hunch.
Batman stood still, under his cloak once more, like a statue in the middle of his living room. It was an impressive sight, in a way. Dramatic, with little flare but with the right attitude. A bit harder and harsher than Tony’s alter ego but their goal was essentially the same.
“You’re not safe as long as we can’t pinpoint who is after you,” Batman started.
“Story of my life,” Tony replied. “There are a dozen people I can name off the top of my head who want me dead or suffering in a hole. Many more I’m not yet aware of.” He looked out towards the ocean. “You can’t protect me, you know,” he continued. “As nice as the sentiment is, I think we both know it’s not going to work like this. You need to trust me to handle this.”
“Like you’ve handled it so far?”
Tony gave him a dirty look. “I’m not… at the top of my game right now.” Not after New York, the Avengers, and Pepper being gone…
“Then maybe until you are, you need someone to -”
“Do it for me?” Tony snapped. “It wouldn’t be you, not in a million years, and I think that’s not why you’re here anyway. We can both admit it by now.” Perhaps that was why he hadn’t forced the other man to leave yet - why he had allowed him into his home. He had known how it would go, and part of him had wanted that. Couldn’t get enough the first time… But then, in Tony’s life… “It’s never going to be enough,” he murmured.
“What?” Batman asked, although part of Tony calculated he knew.
“This. Us. The sex. Nothing’s ever enough for me and that’s why you should go,” Tony admitted, a little more honest and open than he could have hoped for but there it was, hanging between them, and this was usually when people went out the door and never came back.
- - -
Bigger than life.
That’s what Stark was. That’s what Bruce was, too, at times. Maybe that’s why he was so attracted to him. He liked the ‘take no prisoners, ask no questions’ way they lived their lives. It came from having power and money.
And it was a slippery slope.
Batman looked at him and half-smiled. “Maybe that’s what I’m counting on.”
Then he went to look out at the view of the water. Incredible. He could get used to such a view. Water crashing over rocks, dark and troubled. Like them.
“What happened to your assistant?” he asked suddenly.
“She’s currently my boss, actually, and… she’s ‘taking a break’,” Tony answered sharply.
“Well, at least she didn’t rob you…” Batman countered. Tony stared at him and he elaborated: “My last relationship was with a master thief. She robbed me when she left me.”
Tony chuckled. “Was she worth it?”
“Every penny,” Batman had to admit.
“Well, then, money well spent.”
“True.”
Stark poured a drink then offered one to Batman. He took it and swirled it around in the glass. After downing it, he said, “J.A.R.V.I.S., where is this famed bedroom? I think I’d like to shower.”
“Third door on the left upstairs,” the AI answered.
“Thanks.” He turned and strode for the stairs.
Stark just watched him, incredulous. “So, you’re staying?”
“No. But you’re right, I do need to shower.”
He went up and into the bathroom. He knew Stark probably had surveillance but he hit a button that would jam anything within a few feet and hopped in the shower. It felt good to get clean. He rinsed the Kevlar, too. It would dry almost instantly, but it would be clean. He got out and toweled off before dressing again. When he came out, Stark was still downstairs.
“All clean?”
“Yes. Thank you.” Batman looked around. “Well, I guess if you don’t need me here, I’ll go… If you want… anything… you know where I am.”
“Just head to Gotham?”
“Or here.” He tossed him a small box. “Hit the button. It’s like a beeper, sort of. You can contact me through it. Like a two-way radio or something.”
Stark shrugged and said, “I won’t…” But Batman had already left over the balcony, loving the smell of the salt water, the spray in his face.
Yeah, he could get used to it here.
In more ways than one.
- - -
After becoming Iron Man, Tony had gotten used to strange things happening in his life, be it alien gods, just aliens, multi-dimensional portals, super-villains and other vigilantes.
Batman shouldn’t really fall on the odd end of the scale, all things considered, but Tony couldn’t get a read on the guy - or he did and refused to see it for what it was. Maybe he just had a masked fuck-buddy whose real identity he didn’t know and who had also saved his life a couple times. It was a fresh change from all the people who slept with him and then tried to kill him - although that list was still blissfully short, yet sure to grow in the future.
Tony had a feeling Batman had been rubbing it in his face when he took a shower and somehow managed to scramble Tony’s cameras long enough to do that without compromising his true identity. His abrupt disappearance was also throwing Tony off his game; he was the one who usually ran the show at a pace he preferred and having it turned against him was strange at best. Tony wanted nothing more than to turn the tables, yet he knew things wouldn’t be the same between him and Batman if he did.
Was he really falling for the guy - enough to keep this strange status quo going on?
While he thought about that and waited for something that might lead him to the people who had tried to get him this time, he took the little radio thing apart, analyzed it, then tracked its in- and outbound signals. It took him a better part of the day and night, distracting him perfectly from the fact that there was no big bat hanging around this time.
“J.A.R.V.I.S., you have his location?” he asked.
“Indeed I do, sir.” The AI opened a map on the screen to his left, marking the spot with a blinking red dot.
“Hello there,” Tony smiled. Batman hadn’t returned to Gotham; he was back in Vegas, for whatever reason. Maybe looking for clues if he was still adamant on helping Tony with his little problem. “Anything on Hammer?” Tony asked J.A.R.V.I.S. after a bit, putting the small transmitter back together the way it had been - but with a little chip of his own inside it. He could calibrate it to his suit as well, to be able to keep an eye on Batman’s frequency. After all, it was unlikely he changed it too often because then he would have to hand over other transmitters to everyone who had a device similar to the one he had given Tony.
“Nothing suspicious so far in Mr. Hammer’s activities.”
Tony leaned back, turning it all over in his head. “Prep the armor,” he decided then. Might as well go flying, see if there was trouble brewing - or maybe he would fly to Vegas and get a look at the Bat. As long as Tony was in the suit, there was no way the other was laying a hand on him; Tony would be in control until the suit came off.
For a moment he pondered whether he felt disappointed by that, then decided it was irrelevant and stepped over to the platform to become Iron Man.
After he left Malibu he flew around, testing new calibrations and getting feedback from J.A.R.V.I.S., then headed inland and landed on top of the Stratosphere Tower, enjoying the view. Maybe he would go get some take out and eat it up here, although he knew the wind might just as well steal his meal. He had made that mistake a few times.
He opened a small screen on the HUD, noting Batman’s current location. A smile appeared on his lips and he turned; on a rooftop behind him, a block down, stood a figure clad in black, looking at him. Tony jumped off the Tower and flew over to him, landing gracefully. “Isn’t it a little early for you to be out in the open like this?” Tony asked him without lifting the faceplate.
“I doubt anyone will care to look for me with you soaring around,” the Bat replied, his voice resonating all the way through Tony’s armor and straight to his groin. Fuck.
“What can I say, I’m a superhero,” he replied.
They stared at each other for a moment in strange silence. Tony was certain that if he hadn’t been wearing the armor, he might have already been on his knees in front of the other man. He could still feel an ache from their previous encounter and realized he hadn’t even slept in between.
“Find anything?” he asked instead.
“Was I supposed to be looking for something?” Batman asked back.
“You’re in Vegas, dressed like that, which means you’re either going to rob a casino or hunt down scum. Somehow I doubt you’re the casino-robbing type.”
“There are always leads,” the low voice stated, dismissing Tony’s previous words.
“Just drop it,” he insisted. “It’s my battle. I can take care of it. Besides, those idiots probably called it off already.” He refused to insinuate it was because Batman may have made them shit their pants with fear; Iron Man was a tough opponent against anyone, but he didn’t play the fear-factor card like Batman did. The other man was so much more about theatrics and presentation.
Batman just grunted as a way of reply.
Tony tried to force his growing hard-on to recede or it was going to get very uncomfortable in the suit. “I think I’ll go grab a box of sushi then fly back to Malibu. Do you want to join me?”
He expected the other man to say no.
Saying ‘no’ wouldn’t have led to Tony setting the table in his house an hour later, Batman seated in one of the chairs, looking so out of place it was either a ridiculous dream or Halloween.
Tony knew it was neither.
“Just take off the cape,” he insisted and after a while the Bat did just that, hanging it over the back of another chair. Tony instantly regretted asking him to do that; seeing the rest of that armor, all of it, made his skin itch - and not just his skin. The curves, the texture, the shapes of muscle - yet he was pretty sure they hid real ones beneath because no way could the other man just hold him up like that if he wasn’t built. Sushi was suddenly secondary in his brain.
Batman noticed, standing there as if waiting for Tony to make his move.
Angry at himself for being so easy, Tony threw some cutlery down onto the table. “Will you take the mask off?”
“I thought we already had this discussion,” Batman replied.
“I think it would be the polite thing to do, seeing as we’re going to sit down and eat like normal people.” Tony had never been big on normal or polite if it didn’t suit him. Clearly it wasn’t happening right now, though, so he had to either starve or give in.
That mask was coming off, though; he would make sure of that. He could eat and plot and then make his move…
Batman ate sushi as if it was part of his regular diet. Tony pieced that information together with all the other hints he had gotten before; the guy had money and class. Maintaining armor and weaponry was expensive, yet sometimes Tony felt maybe Batman hadn’t made it all from scratch the way Tony had with his; the Bat knew his way around his tech but he clearly hadn’t gone through the creative process. He had a dark view on things - maybe thanks to living in Gotham City - perhaps suffering from the same problems Tony often faced when his reality didn’t meet that of others.
When the food was gone, Tony had a drink and poured the other man one as well, watching him discretely yet accepting that he couldn’t get away with it this time. Batman was subtle and aware of what went on around him, which hinted at training Tony had never gotten.
It was getting late again, the sky darker already. Tony wondered if that meant anything at all.
Batman stood admiring the view and Tony watched him, then put his glass down and walked over to him, raising a hand to trace one shoulder, feeling the contours, the hard material. He followed it down his back, over his ass, touching the back of thigh then moving over to the front. It might have been seductive if it was bare skin, but this was unfeeling armor, Kevlar, and other fine materials.
Tony moved around him, continuing his exploration, mapping it all out, locking it into that special place in his brain which the dreams had already ensured was there. Batman kept looking at him, standing still, appearing relaxed but he might just as well be taut as a bowstring.
Both of Tony’s hands moved over the Bat’s chest then one darted upwards while the other went down; his left moved over his stomach and to his hip, then to the front, not feeling anything of course but able to imagine what he had already seen and felt firsthand. His right hand went up to the thick neck, mapping out the armor again, finding things that enabled movement, ability to turn one’s head in protective gear, then slid over to the smooth surface of his cowl.
His fingers were very close to finding the release, he was sure, but Batman moved fast as lightning - from unmoving to fluid in a fraction of a second - grasping both his wrists. Tony’s left hand he pressed even harder against the juncture of Batman’s thighs, as if pretending the touch were directly on his flesh. The right hand he stopped, allowing Tony to rest his hand against the side of his face but preventing it from moving.
Tony huffed softly then leaned up, chest dragging against the armored one, the arc reactor making a very soft clink even through his shirt. Then he curled his fingers against the hard cowl and sought out the other man’s lips, kissing him then opening his mouth, luring the other man into it easily. It was deep, wet and messy; a struggle as Tony refused to be easily dominated. When the Bat started to get the upper hand he bit his tongue, then his lips, making the other man groan.
“Are you always like this?” the Bat growled.
Tony refused to moan at the gravel in his voice. “You’re a special case, if you hadn’t noticed by now.”
“I may have.”
“Mmm,” Tony agreed, looking him in the eye, then sneakily attempted to move his right hand again, to find a latch - then almost had his wrist dislocated as the Bat grabbed him, turning him around, forcing Tony down on his knees in front of him with his right arm bent painfully behind his back.
Tony hissed then looked at the window in front of him. He could make out their silhouettes; himself facing the glass, arc reactor shining through his shirt in the darkening room, body arched slightly to take pressure off his arm; the black armor behind him, a deep shadow, Batman’s downturned face hidden yet looking at him, Tony knew that - could feel his eyes burning into his back.
“I thought I told you the mask stays on,” Batman growled.
“That just makes it a challenge,” Tony replied - then grunted as his wrist was twisted slightly, his arm and body struggling to follow and ease the discomfort. The Bat’s free hand came to rest on the side of his face, on his jaw, not grabbing his hair as Tony first anticipated. “Careful there. J.A.R.V.I.S. might like you but I’m his number one man.”
Batman didn’t let up but didn’t make it worse, either.
“Shall we move this to the bedroom?” Tony asked. He was met by silence and tried looking over his shoulder at the other man, then decided to look at him in the window’s reflection instead. “That’s where this is going, right? J.A.R.V.I.S., darken the windows.” The glass in front of them turned opaque.
Slowly Batman let go, stepping back. Tony leaned back slightly, shifting his shoulder that would ache come morning, but that wasn’t a concern now. He turned around, sitting on his haunches, regarding the other man. In the dim light he looked quite spectacular, armor and all, although Tony kind of wished he had more skin to touch - even if he didn’t get his whole face. Or maybe he didn’t care either way; armor like that was a part of Tony’s life, as was the identity that came with it. The world might know he was Iron Man but the armored hero and Tony Stark would forever be two separate entities in so many ways.
Fucking Batman and not the man behind the mask would be two different things, too, so perhaps only ever feeling Kevlar against his skin would be fitting.
“What do you want?” Batman asked.
“You’re asking me now?” Tony had to mask his surprise at the question.
“Do you want me to?”
Tony thought about it - he really did, for about five seconds. The implications, hidden and obvious, that his answer would set between them… “No,” he finally responded.
Batman nodded. Maybe he understood. Perhaps this was what they both needed on some level, yet were unwilling to admit. Well, Tony at least, was unwilling to admit he might want someone to tell him what to do, or force themselves on him anyway, but it also brought him structure he’d very seldom had in his life and if he got to choose who gave it to him, all the better.
He moved forward until he was almost leaning against the other man’s legs, stopping there, resting his weight more comfortably then carefully rubbed his nose against the strong thigh, feeling the material against his skin. He played with it, dragging sensations across his cheek and then his lips. He reached out with his tongue, traveling with it upwards, closer to the groin, then bit down; he would break teeth before making a dent but it was nice to know it wouldn’t just give way beneath his touch.
“J.A.R.V.I.S.,” he spoke up, not moving his face away from the armored thigh, “discrete mode; don’t distract me unless it’s urgent or… well, unless rules get broken.” He looked up at the Bat. “There are not many rules, mind you, but J.A.R.V.I.S. knows how to bend them - and where to draw the line.”
Batman was quiet, studying his face. “Any ground rules I should know about?” the Bat questioned at length - not that he had been concerned about those before.
“Don’t touch the arc reactor,” Tony noted, tapping the device in his chest. “You try to take that, this thing between us will become obsolete and I will personally rip your head off, cowl or not.” It might not be what he would actually do but it wasn’t an empty threat either. No one wanted to see Tony on his worst day - or experience it firsthand.
“What do you want?” Batman asked again although with a different tone this time.
“Take a look at the stuff in my bedroom. I’m sure you’ll get some ideas - and if not, you’ve done pretty well so far,” Tony responded. It didn’t mean he appreciated the spanking but he also knew he couldn’t get any sort of foothold with this guy - and that was why he loved it. Maybe he could trust him… and since Batman had saved his life twice by now, he assumed he didn’t need to worry about being in terrible danger.
Then again, he wasn’t a stranger to being betrayed by those he trusted. Neither was the Bat. Maybe that was why this seemed to work so well, as unconventional as it was.
- - -
Bruce looked around Tony’s bedroom. It was decadent, like the man, but the view was the same as downstairs. Incredible. He explored a bit, looking in the closet and then pulling some silken ties and a blindfold from it. He smiled.
Tony came up after a couple minutes and he looked at where Batman was sitting on the bed, naked except for his gloves and his cowl.
“Come here.”
Tony came warily. “What?”
Bruce pulled him down and said, “Strip, lay down, spread eagle, on your back.”
It was not a request.
Tony slowly moved to do his bidding and then lay down on the bed. Bruce tied each wrist to a bedpost then slid a blindfold over his eyes. Not that he didn’t find Tony Stark’s eyes lovely to look at, but he knew that someone with the kind of trust issues that Stark had would find being blindfolded hard to deal with. It would heighten his fear, and his emotion.
He began lightly stroking Stark’s body, nipping at his thighs, his chest, the gloved fingers even invading that tight hole for a few minutes. But the quick breaths coming from Stark’s delectable mouth made it too hard for Bruce to remain calm, so he stopped. He held tightly onto the base of his own cock, willing himself to calm down.
Then he smiled again. That soft mouth…
He kissed the other man then rose and straddled his face, pushing his cock into Stark’s mouth. The man choked then began sucking, almost fervently. Bruce had to pull out way sooner than he wanted to, too close to risk letting that wonderful mouth work any more of its magic.
He slid down, sucking Stark’s straining cock into his mouth, his hot tongue massaging it. Then he dipped lower, dragging his tongue down to lap at his balls then lower still to tease him a bit.
Tony’s tight hole loosened under his tongue’s ministrations and Bruce pushed inside him, his tongue invading him while he sucked hard on his hole, making Stark buck in the air.
Bruce held his legs open over his shoulders and began torturing his ass, thrusting his tongue in and out, sucking on him, rimming him viciously while Stark tried to move.
But he couldn’t.
And that was the point.
- - -
Tony’s heart raced with anticipation. It had been so long since he had thrown himself into the ropes and let someone else call the shots… yet that was all he and the Bat were about; one of them had a tight grip on control and it sure as hell wasn’t Tony. Letting go of whatever small fraction of it he had been hanging onto tooth and nail, would probably be one of the most liberating experiences of his life.
Unless it all blew up in his face.
“J.A.R.V.I.S., maintain audio and visual of the room - and the house if we happen to move around,” he mused. “Lock the doors. Should someone come by - be it Pepper or even Fury - let me know and don’t let them in without my express command.”
“Yes, sir. Are your old safety protocols preferred?”
Tony wondered if they were necessary, or whether some lines would be crossed. “Keep an eye on things. You’ll know when to intervene.”
“Of course, sir.”
J.A.R.V.I.S. was smart and had learned well over the years. He could read Tony’s reactions without a single word being spoken - especially when Tony had a feeling he might not be able to speak. That was a strong possibility.
He went up to his bedroom and noticed, to his shock and pleasure, that Batman had finally stripped. Sure, he still had his cowl on but underneath that it was all a mass of muscle and scars, old injuries, years of honing one’s form into human perfection.
And then there were the gloves.
Tony knew he wouldn’t have any trouble getting it up in the near future with that image burned into his retinas.
He was ordered to strip and lie down. That was easy enough - something he wanted to do. Binding his hands was child’s play, too, almost too predictable and made him wonder if there was a catch. When the blindfold came up, he was closer to freaking out than he might want to willingly admit. Afghanistan slammed into his brain once again but he forced himself to wait, to not stop it, to trust the Bat - or trust J.A.R.V.I.S. to know when to start refereeing.
The first touches were easy, bites and kisses along his body, those accursed gloved fingers inside him, banishing the brief tendrils of panic to some far corner of his mind.
Next came a kiss which was surprisingly gentle. The other man moved, his weight pressing into the mattress and Tony sensed and felt his body on top of his, smelled his arousal so close he knew what was coming. It still took him by surprise, the thick, salty flesh pressing into his mouth, cutting off the air before he angled his face and remembered what to do. After that it was all about going on autopilot, willing to suck the man’s iron will out through the tip of his cock if he had to.
Batman didn’t let it go too far. He pulled back, returned the favor for a small, sweet moment, making Tony’s hips buck, then he moved lower still and Tony’s body was quivering in moments under the relentless assault. His ass twitched, trying to get more of the sensation between lips and tongue, the muscles spasming and relaxing in furious cycles. His legs were hoisted up against strong shoulders. He felt the muscles work under his calves, gloved hands holding him still.
Tony wasn’t above squirming, grunting and moaning, trying to get that tongue deeper, to intensify the sensations. His legs twitched and struggled in the hold, attempting to give him some control over his own body. He bent his knees, kneading his heels against the firm back, feeling the cowl between his thighs whenever he managed to wriggle enough.
“Stop being a fucking tease,” he finally snapped. There would be bruises all over his thighs after this.
The Bat didn’t deign to answer him.
“Fine, suit yourself. I don’t… need you…” Tony grunted and used his bound eyes to unleash his imagination. Not that he needed to imagine much and it was a bit of a pain to come without being touched, but envisioning those dark, gloved hands holding his legs, that mouth punishing his asshole, sucking and licking and getting him all wet and stretched although it wouldn’t be enough, not yet…
Every depraved, hot image he could think of flashed through his brain and he tensed for a moment before he felt his orgasm snap through him. He laughed and panted - then felt the Bat lift his head.
Tony grinned without even being able to see the look of disapproval he was probably on the receiving end of. “I warned you. Besides, if you don’t want things to blow, you secure them…” It hadn’t been the most satisfactory climax of his life but he had one over the Bat now, in a sense.
The hands loosened on his thighs and Tony used the moment to clamp his legs closer together, bending his body as much as he could, trying to bring the other man towards him. His ass was too sensitive for the time being and he had no interest in having something close to it. Maybe later… It would take him a while to get it up again - he wasn’t fifteen anymore, not even thirty - but that wouldn’t make it any less pleasant in the meanwhile. Just not right away.
Tony forced the other man closer then felt his breaths on his skin and lifted his head, arching up as much as his bound hands allowed, kissing him. He landed somewhere on the cheek, half on the cowl, then growled and mouthed along it, feeling the hard material, the slight changes of shape… However, the position wasn’t perfect so he had to relent after a bit with a parting bite at the pointed, sharp ear that might put his eye out if he wasn’t careful. Tony laid back, trying to dismiss the pain in his chest; the arc reactor wasn’t comfortable at the best of times and his previous attempts to reach the other man reminded him just how much pain could come from such a small thing.
“Are you done?” the Bat drawled.
“No,” Tony offered through gritted teeth, trying to kick him in the chest but the other man was too close for him to land it.
“Good,” came an answering growl which took his arousal up a notch - although not enough. Not yet.
“You know, you could take off the mask, seeing as I’m unable to see you,” Tony suggested. “I’m sure it’s uncomfortable.”
“Not as uncomfortable as how you’re looking right now, and you still have J.A.R.V.I.S. monitoring this room.”
“Filming, actually,” Tony grinned then sighed. “You try having someone cut out a part of your ribcage and shove something inside. You could try being a gentleman; I’m in pain.”
“I didn’t tell you to twist around.”
“You weren’t giving me what I wanted.”
They would have glared at each other if not for the blindfold. Well, Tony was mentally glaring in his general direction and was pretty sure the Bat was glaring back.
“You never shut up, do you?”
“I do when I have better things to do.”
“Good thing I have something in mind, then,” the Bat noted, moving closer again. The familiar throb of a cock reached his lips, the smell of sex intensifying. The Bat rubbed the underside of his organ across Tony’s mouth and he opened it, wriggling out his tongue, teasing and then sucking in one of his balls when the sack was close enough. He didn’t let go.
An iron grip landed around his jaw, feeling like the Bat might break it just as easily as leave bruises. Tony opened his mouth, letting the sensitive flesh go. “You do that again -”
“And what? You’ll knock my teeth out?” Tony challenged him. He had enhanced the security measures around him after Obadiah had left him for dead in this very house. J.A.R.V.I.S. was much better equipped to protect him - and able to assemble and remotely control the Iron Man armors.
The bed shifted, the weight disappearing. Tony waited. Was this it? Well, it wouldn’t be the first time J.A.R.V.I.S. had to call someone in to untie him from a compromising position in his bed. There was a sound of shuffling, something being moved, and then the proximity of another body returned. “It’s a good thing I brought you a gift, I think,” the Bat resumed talking.
“I like gifts,” Tony started, then felt the hand on his jaw again, prying his mouth open with force - then something was stuffed inside. Tony knew he could either cooperate or possibly have his jaw dislocated before his AI could do anything to help him, and felt some kind of ring slip inside, imprisoning his mouth open wide around it. The other man’s fingers, gentle as they could be in armor that was meant to hurt people, secured a strap tightly behind his head.
Tony let out a sound of protest and indignation - then felt two of those fingers slip in through the ring, caressing his tongue, the roof of his mouth - anything and everything without Tony being able to do a damn thing to stop it.
“Let’s try this again,” the Bat mused almost conversationally, positioning himself over Tony’s face. Unable to see, he had no idea what was happening. He felt the tip of the cock brush against his teeth as if tracing the ring, then dipping further inside. That was all the warning he got before the first push, the ring just wide enough to allow access to his mouth.
Tony struggled to breathe. He could do this. He just had to focus, to find a rhythm, although all of that would have been easier if the other man didn’t shove all the way in, touching the back of his throat, then retreating only to do it again, holding himself still for different amounts of time, not giving Tony a chance to calculate it in his head.
After a while the Bat pulled back completely, letting Tony breathe and gather himself. He could just imagine how he looked, lying there beneath the other man, his face a wet mess, cum drying on his stomach. He felt the faint wet sounds of the other man pulling on his flesh - then he suddenly slid those two fingers back into his mouth, shifting Tony’s head a bit. There was a groan and then something warm hit his lips. He tasted ejaculate on his tongue a moment later and wondered if he should feel degraded by this.
He had done worse things; that was always a good safety net to fall back on.
The other man moved back, the gloved fingers tracing his body as Tony tried to swallow. The fingers moved down between his legs, caressing his hole, sliding in easily, then moving up to tug his balls and cock. “Will you get it up again?” The gravel was back in his voice.
Tony nodded.
“Answer me.”
Tony rolled his eyes then tried to sound something like a ‘yes’ without being able to use his mouth. Apparently that was the right thing to do because the other man didn’t leave.
- - -
Bruce went to touch Stark’s flank, loving the smoothness of his skin. He ran his gloved hand slowly up and down then slowly removed one of his gloves. He touched his fingers to Stark’s skin, feeling the silkiness. It was like velvet under his touch.
His lips touched the skin and he kissed it.
Slow.
Wet.
Tony began to move, writhing as he tried to get closer to Bruce’s mouth. He kept kissing him, licking his way up and down Tony’s body, his bare hand massaging him, fondling him until Tony let out a shuddering breath.
His cock had filled again and he was pushing back toward his body.
Bruce slid up, slowly pushing inside him, letting him feel every inch, until he was tight against him. Then without a pause, he began fucking him into the bed. Pulling out and slamming back inside, hard and fast.
Tony cried out and then just took it. Just like Bruce knew he would.
The only sounds were groans, harsh breaths and the slap of their bodies against each other. Then Bruce growled and took hold of Tony’s hips, gripping them tight as he drove into him in a frenzy.
Tony moaned.
“Yes…” Bruce growled, his mouth on Tony’s neck as he began jerking against him. He began to shoot inside him, then pulled out and finished off on his body and neck, decorating him with his pearly seed, loving how it shone on his body.
Then he took his gloved hand and shoved his fingers inside Tony, massaging his prostate while his bare hand jerked his cock roughly. Tony moaned again, sounding rather depraved through the O-ring.
Then he began to whimper as his own cum began to spray his belly and chest. Bruce just smiled, watching as Stark’s body was covered.
He wondered suddenly if he could get a copy of whatever the AI was taping. Because this end shot, of Stark covered in cum, almost made him want to go again.
- - -
It was an odd change of pace; from mind-blowing and unforgiving to gentle and rough. Well, it wasn’t exactly like that but Tony certainly felt the contrast when five bare fingers replaced the five gloved ones and he wasn’t sure if the other man had ever done that before.
No, he hadn’t. He was pretty sure his brain would remember it.
Sure, they were just fingers and nothing as remarkable as Kevlar, but in comparison they were pretty amazing.
By the time Tony came a second time, his body ached and he felt like a dirty mess. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but it was kind of underlined by the fact that he was still trying to catch his breath with his jaws pried wide open. He was also very much aware of his body being splattered with stripes of cum.
The Bat took his time, moving up then undoing the gag, allowing Tony to finally flex his jaw and lick his lips. Oh yeah, he was a mess. He heard the other man move around then enter the adjoining bathroom. He would ask him to let him go once he was certain his voice wouldn’t crack or wheeze, unless the man chose to do it earlier.
Eventually it had been long enough, Tony thought. “Gonna untie me before Christmas?” he asked then waited again. His chest began to tighten in anticipation.
Then he felt his bonds being opened and slid one free hand to push off the blindfold. Even under the dim lights it took a while to not squint. The Bat was still equally naked and dressed; he wore his cowl and both of his gloves once again, yet nothing else. He looked as clean as anyone could get in the few minutes Tony had been alone in bed.
He started to get up, noticing the rather deliberate stripes of cum on his skin, then felt a hard hand on his shoulder. Tony looked up at the Bat. “Playtime’s over, time to clean up the mess. You’re free to join me but the cowl’s going to come off if you do. Otherwise you’re welcome to the guest room and to do your trick with the cameras. By the way, J.A.R.V.I.S. has been trying to crack the effects of that device so don’t look too surprised if it doesn’t work this time.”
It sometimes made him wonder if his AI had become a Peeping Tom after so many years under Tony’s tutelage.
He got off the bed, a bit unsteadily, his ass feeling fucked in every sense of the word. Not too bad, though - everything had been rather tame, more or less, compared to what he might have expected from the grown man dressed as an overgrown bat…
As he walked into the bathroom he idly picked at the dried marks of passion on his body. This wasn’t something that happened often. He didn’t allow people to mark him like that - and it certainly never felt like much if someone did get to do it. This, however… This was getting to be more than a couple random fucks and Tony wondered how he felt about that. Maybe he should call it off before it got too intense, although he had never been the type to run away… Enough was enough, though, and he was giving this man way too many liberties with his body as it was.
If only he didn’t like it so much, the slight edge of adrenaline that skirted their every encounter. And whenever adrenaline was involved… Tony was pretty much fucked.
- - -
Bruce stretched and went into Tony’s bathroom, washing himself off at the sink. Tony got into the shower and then poked his head out.
“You could… join me.”
“I could.”
He got in, washing off better, taking off his gloves but not the cowl.
“Really?” Tony said plaintively. “That’s absolutely ridiculous.”
“Just because you don’t care what kind of target you’ve made of yourself by telling everyone your identity doesn’t mean I should do the same.”
“I’m not everyone. I’m one guy.”
“A guy with a big mouth,” Bruce said dryly.
“Not big enough apparently,” Tony said archly.
“I just wanted you to be a bit quieter… and for there to be less chance of getting bitten…”
He dried himself off and got dressed, then stretched. “I guess I’ll go home… ‘til you’re man enough to admit you need help. Call me if you need me.”
“You’re such a fucking jerk. So sure that I need your help, how arrogant can you be?”
“You’re calling me arrogant? In the dictionary, between ‘arrogant’ and ‘ass’, there is a picture of you, Stark. You need someone to be with you on this, but by all means, carry on, you’ve done such a wonderful job so far.”
Batman chucked him under the chin.
“Be a damn shame for something bad to happen to this body of yours that I have been enjoying so much, but… whatever you decide.”
He went out on the balcony, then swung up onto the roof. The Bat, his aircraft, was there, waiting. He hopped in and flew off, heading for Gotham. Bruce Wayne needed to do some things, and Stark had the pager.
It was up to him now.
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