Chapter Five: Searching for Entertainment

[destinyawakened]

Title: Calling a Truce: Searching for Entertainment
Authors: Destinyawakened and MJLS
Rating: NC-17
words: 6700
Pairings/Characters: Tony Stark/Bruce Wayne
Summary: Bruce has relationship trust issues, he needs to know that Tony will be there.
Warnings: spoilers for Batman Begins, The Dark Knight, and Iron Man
Disclaimer: We don't own or claim to own the characters or settings, the books mentioned or make any money.
Song: For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert
Parts: One | Two | Three | Four
A week after the whole concert event, Tony finally found himself back in the garage, tinkering away. Bruce was still upstairs sleeping, in the guest room no less, and Tony had been as silent as he could, sneaking downstairs. Damn Bruce Wayne and his habit of sleeping with doors open, being such a light sleeper already. The wound in his side still ached tremendously whenever he made a wrong movement, which he tried to avoid but sometimes he would forget about the pain and do something stupid, causing the pain to return in full. Pepper had tried to coax him out of the garage again when JARVIS had informed her of his presence there but Tony had not budged, claiming he had lost too much time already and Iron Man would have to be fully operational by the time he was needed again and Tony was better. Which would take a long while if the man kept darting around claiming he didn't need to rest.

Adjusting some minor details on the 3D sketch hovering in front of him, Tony squinted and tried to see what else he could change before starting with the repairs of his suit. The hostage situation and lack of usefulness without the suit bit at Tony's conscience, telling him he was just a man in a suit, and a worthless one without it. Placing his hand on his wound covered by a thick bandage, Tony let his thoughts run free but couldn't help but look away from the 3D model and feel a small blush coming up as his thoughts ended with the mental of Bruce sleeping upstairs with only a pair of pyjama pants on. No shirt. Just like he was at this very moment.

And as if, somehow, something had read his mind, Tony heard the almost inaudible sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. "Tony, why aren't you resting? That gaping hole in your side is never going to heal if you don't allow it time," Bruce said, running hand through his messy, dark brown hair. He was just as Tony had pictured him: Shirtless and only wearing pajama bottoms.

"I'm fine," Tony muttered, trying not to stare at Bruce for too long, "just want this to be finished s'all."

Bruce padded across the garage, his bare feet hitting the cold cement floor. "I wish you'd just take it easy for another week," Bruce replied, rubbing his own bummed shoulder a bit.

"I can't do nothing for another week. Iron Man needs to be ready to be put in the field at any given moment."

"That reminds me, I have to get back to Gotham at some point. A week away and I'm afraid what I'm going to go back to," Bruce said, wandering around the garage and looking at Tony's various cars and machinery.

"Nothing you can't handle, besides, I'm sure Gordon can handle it a bit longer without you. Also, didn't you put your little protegé on protecting your precious town?"

"Dick?" Bruce questioned, knowing full well that was who Tony meant. The kid, well not quite a kid, but a young man, had been training for with Bruce for a few years now; this was a good opportunity to see how well he performed alone. Bruce trusted if anything went wrong Alfred would be calling. "Yeah... I did..." But it still didn't let Bruce feel at ease -- Gotham was his city, his responsibility...

"Good, so don't rush things, okay?"

"So, you want me to stay around and watch you tinker with your toys?" Bruce asked, taking a seat on a cleared off part of one of the workbenches, watching Tony.

"You don't have to watch me," Tony finally turned away from the 3D model and stared at Bruce, biting his lip at the sight of the man in front of him. Bruce gave Tony a half grin, stretching his arms above his head, and then bringing them back down with sigh.

"You're right, I don't," Bruce replied coyly as he slipped off the workbench. "I might go take a shower and then go explore the town. You can stay here and do whatever you need to do."

Tony stopped him, wincing a bit as he made a wrong move for a second. Placing his hand in the middle of Bruce's chest, Tony pushed the man against the workbench again and started kissing the man's neck softly. Bruce titled his head back and sideways, allowing Tony more access, placing his own hands on either one of his shoulders, not wanting to go near the wound in the other man's side. Bruce stopped breathing for a second and then ran his fingers through Tony's black hair, pulling the man closer and then pulling his head back by his hair. Tony looked a bit flushed and stretched his neck out to get more comfortable in Bruce's grip around his jet-black locks.

"Or this works, too," Bruce breathed, voice slightly jagged from the sudden surge of hormones that were now coursing through him.

Tony smirked, making Bruce pull the man closer again by his hair so their lips were nearly touching. Bruce wanted to kiss that smirk off Tony's lips so desperately but chose to keep the man aching for it. Bruce breathed slowly against Tony's lips, titling his head just slightly, while holding back the man's head with his tight grip in his hair, keeping his eyes on Tony's, watching for the sign of breaking, wanting. Whimpering after touch, Tony started trying to get closer to Bruce but failed miserably.

"Tony, Tony, Tony," Bruce whisper slowly, holding other man's head as still as he could keep it, their lips brushing at each syllable, each breath almost heavier feeling than the next as he felt Tony's own breathing quicken. Tony whimpered again, pouting and wiggling in Bruce's grip, trying to just get even an inch closer to Bruce and get what his body was aching for so much. Bruce kissed a very small trail of kissed to Tony's ear, deepening his voice in more sensual version of the growl he used as Batman, something he realized Tony hadn't never heard. "Stop struggling," he commanded, pulling his own head back to look Tony in the eye again.

Tony did what he was told but still let out a soft whimper from between his lips. His eyes were begging and hands were trying to touch just an inch of Bruce's skin but soon they fell next to Tony's body and all he could do is plead with his eyes from then on, hoping that Bruce wasn't going to tease him for much longer. Bruce's free hand trailed along Tony's shoulder's, resting on his neck as he let his grip of the man's hair loosen, cradling the back of his head with his fingers, slowly bringing Tony's face towards his, and letting this lips mesh seamlessly. Letting out a soft moan, Tony pressed his body closer to Bruce's and deepened the kiss for as long as it took. Their chests were touching and Tony's hands found their way towards Bruce's hips, only to linger there for the time being.

Bruce coaxed his tongue into Tony's mouth, pulling him practically on top of him as he sat on on the workbench, hands working feverishly into Tony's hair. Tony hooked his thumbs into the elastic band of the pyjama bottoms and slowly started to move them down; slow enough for Bruce to stop him if he wanted to and certainly slow enough to tease Bruce a little bit back. Bruce felt his heart skip, biting at Tony's bottom lip, feeling the slide of his pants go down over his own hips, but didn't move to stop him. If anything, Bruce was already too turned on to have any sense if he wanted it or not. He was pretty sure he did, and was more than sure Tony did, too. Tony kissed down his neck, moving slower and slower with every second before he placed his hand back on Bruce's chest and pushed him so he was laying down on the worktable.

The pants went off and before Bruce could do something about his current position, Tony had taken his cock in his mouth. Bruce let out a ragged moan, hips bucking uncontrollably into Tony's face while his hands shot to Tony's head, in case the man decided he was going to be an insufferable tease and stop. Tongue swirled around it and lips kissed the sensitive spots. All of this was enough to make Bruce gasp and arch his back up head back and thrust his hips up, again.

"Fuck, Tony," Bruce managed to breath out through the overload of pleasure pulsing through from his cock. He lifted his head slightly, to watch Tony go at it, gritting his teeth and trying to keep himself from coming so soon. The sound of Bruce cursing and saying his name in such a way was enough for Tony's brain to send all the blood towards his own erection, so one hand found it's way into Tony's pants and the man started jerking himself off while sucking on the spots he knew would bring Bruce down to his knees even more. In a matter of speaking.

Bruce held Tony's head in his hands, forcing his head down on his length harder and longer, feeling the scrape of his tongue on the underside of his cock and making his eyes roll in the back of his head as he finally just gave in to the soft, pleasure explosion that welled up in him. Tony kept Bruce's cock in his mouth a bit longer, just until he had swallowed everything, gave it a long lasting lick and then moved up with a smirk on his lips. The sight of a flushed Bruce laying on top of his work desk was about the hottest thing the man had ever seen.

Bruce's chest was heaving still, trying to catch his breath as he let go of Tony's head completely, resting one hand on his chest and the other he brought up to his head and ran through his hair. He wasn't even looking at Tony anymore, just staring up at the ceiling, in a bit of disbelief, while his now naked legs dangled half way off the side of the worktable. Tony kissed the man's forehead and then moved away again, letting his hands slide over Bruce's chest before he walked over to the couch in the garage and sat down on it, waiting for Bruce to recover.

Bruce sat up on the table and slid off in one quick, fluid movement. He took a few quick strides across the room to the couch Tony had seated himself on, aware that the man had not relieved himself after he finished Bruce. Bruce quickly looked Tony over, trying to think of the best way without compromising the wound or making him pull his stitches. Bruce knelt down in front of Tony, keeping their eyes locked while he quickly, as not to hear any objections from the other, slid Tony's own sleep pants off and tossed them somewhere over the side of the couch. Bruce slid his hands under Tony's ass and pulled him forward slightly as carefully sucked the head of Tony's hard cock into his mouth.

Tony gasped in surprise and threw his head back for a few seconds before he lifted it up again to look at Bruce's head between his legs. Bruce hoisted Tony's legs over his shoulder, pulling the man down the couch a little further, and his entire length deep down Bruce's throat now, as he swirled his tongue against Tony's shaft, hollowing out his check as he sucked hard on the cock as he pulled his head back. He licked the underside of Tony's length teasingly, all the while keeping his eye contact with the man, watching him wriggle in his grasp. Bruce picked up the pace, bobbing his head up and down Tony's cock.
Entangling his long fingers into Bruce's messy brown hair, Tony thrusted his hips in the man's mouth, aching for more and hoping he would not be denied it. Bruce swirled his tongue around Tony's cock and then over the top, knowing that Tony enjoyed this immensely. Still holding Tony's legs up with his shoulders, Bruce moved one hand back down Tony's ass teasing his fingers across the the ring of muscles there and then to Tony's testicles, which he hand firmly in his palm, rolling them roughly as he scraped his bottom teeth gently up the underside of Tony's shaft, careful not to be too hard.

"Fuck Bruce," Tony gasped and was pushed over the edge by the man's teasing. Letting his fingers trail through Bruce's hair a few more times, Tony gasped and tried to catch his breath as Bruce eventually pulled back and came up to eye level. Bruce dropped Tony's legs back down to the couch and stood. He walked to wear his pants were and pulled them on.

"I'm going to get that shower and when I'm done, I expect entertainment," Bruce said as he jogged back up the stairs.

Tony stayed on his spot on the couch and finally went to sit up, wincing as he felt his stitches protest against the muscles contracting and his rapid movements. A small spot of blood had pooled on the bandage and Tony wasn't sure if Bruce had seen it or not but figured it would be better if he changed it before the man did see it. Groaning, Tony put on his own pants again and stumbled towards the first aid kit.
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Bruce jogged down the stairs to the garage, now dressed the most casual anyone would ever see him: jeans, t-shirt and black tennis shoes. He landed on the cement floor, and saw Tony was back at work. And here Bruce thought he had been able to sway him away from the work for at least a little bit. Bruce walked over to Tony, glancing over his shoulder, as he placed both hands on either shoulder. Tony didn't even flinch or look up, and Bruce moved around to Tony's side instead, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest until the man acknowledged him.

"Mmyes?" Tony smirked but didn't look at Bruce, his side was a bit sore and even though his chair could turn around with him, Tony didn't feel like looking at the man who just sucked his cock.
"Miss Potts found a few places around here that I might be interested in, since I am considering this a vacation... I was thinking we could go check out the local zoo. I hear the exhibits are especially wonderful," Bruce answered, looking at side of the Tony's head, since the man wouldn't even look him in the eye.

"Mhm," Tony nodded softly but kept to his work and changed something in the 3D image but Bruce never really saw what it was because of the smallness of the detail.

"Is that a yes or a no?" Bruce asked, since the answer was so in between.

"That was a 'mhm' cupcake, besides, isn't the zoo full of screaming, tripping, crying kids? Why would anybody hot like me want to go there?"

"What the --" Bruce started to say, growing impatient. "Never mind. I'll go. I'm not going to spend what time I do have here left waiting for you to get done with whatever you are doing." It wasn't so much that Bruce was upset that Tony didn't want to go, it more on the side that Bruce had just given a lot of himself -- a lot many didn't see of him -- and Tony couldn't even look him in the eye. Bruce tapped the desk next to Tony with his finger. "Have fun, I'll have Pepper find me a ride."

Tony sighed and shoved his chair back, finally looking at Bruce's retreating back and opening his mouth to call out to him but not finding his voice. Was this who he was in the end? A man obsessed with his work in this garage? Before his mind could actually form an answer that would no doubt say just the words 'yes you are', Tony raced towards the stairs, wincing as he took two steps at the same time and ran after Bruce. If his Bruce wanted to go to the goddamn zoo, be surrounded by annoying children, so be it -- Tony would suffer through. God forbid Bruce would turn out to be like everyone else, a blip in time. Bruce Wayne was definitely not a blip in time for Tony Stark at this point, the only trouble was to make the man see that and make him believe it.

Bruce halted to a stop, hearing the footsteps quickly behind him, turning around and causing Tony to crash right into him. "Forget something up here, Stark?"

"The zoo, eh?" Tony grinned, slightly out of breath and placing his hand on his wound to stop the throbbing and also to slightly support himself as his body caught up with him.

Bruce ignored the fact that Tony avoided his question. "If that's not a problem with his highness," Bruce said, rather irritably.

"Don't. Don't do that, Bruce," Tony got a bit annoyed himself and looked a bit hurt at Bruce's choice of words.

Bruce sighed. "Do you want to go with me or not?"

Tony looked long at Bruce's face before reaching out to stroke his cheek, "I would love to go to the zoo with you, cupcake."

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Bruce walked with his hands in his pockets, sunglasses on and it felt entirely different to him not to be recognized by anyone here; felt sort of good to be free. However, Tony was still a bit in the limelight and had to try harder to stay out of it. Tony had dressed down to jeans and a t-shirt as well, to help from not being as noticed. Of course, the goatee gave him away and the license plate of his car saying 'STARK 1' was a dead give away too. Which was exactly why Tony, on Bruce's suggestion, had parked the car somewhere far away from the zoo, as if to mislead the paparazzi trying to follow them. Didn't matter that they had to walk to get there.

What Bruce didn't tell Tony, and would likely not, was that him trying to get Tony to come to the zoo with him was more of test trust and if Bruce could really start put all his faith into one person, another someone to depend on and even rely on. So far, Tony had more than made up for his actions directly following their little sexual escapades. Of course, who could really resist Tony's puppy dog eyes begging for forgiveness. Wasn't Tony almost every bit like Bruce sometimes? A workaholic on the superhero side and a bit of an ass on the playboy side. Yes, except Tony was every bit the playboy Bruce actually wasn't, but he sort of hoped that maybe the playing the field part of Tony might actually settle down, maybe even for Bruce; it would be nice if Bruce could count on that.

Bruce stopped at the map of the zoo. "Does any of this interest you?" Bruce asked.

"Do they have little tin robots? And don't tell me robots aren't alive, they got little souls! I can see it...in their programming..."

"Um, it's the zoo, Tony. You know, for little creatures of the furry and scaly kind?" Bruce answered, looking over the list some more and finding that they had a bat exhibit. "Oh, nice."

"Oooooh, so no tin robots then?" Tony actually looked sort of saddened by this relevation and slumped his shoulders, "but hey! Look! An exhibit on Corynorhinus townsendii, according to this..."

Bruce glanced over at Tony, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, otherwise known as BATS," Bruce said, starting down the trail towards the exhibit.

"Where's the fun in that?! You can just call them flying rodents too, but speaking from experience, they don't that nickname," Tony rolled his eyes, "apparently they got feelings."

"No, no they don't like that nickname," Bruce remarked as they approached the huge dark cave, simulated to be just like home for the bats. The cave looked nothing like the one underneath where Wayne Manor had been; this one was smaller and walking through the opening alone Bruce had to duck his head. He supposed that not everything could be as good as the real thing; not unless they built the zoo over a real cave.

"Well isn't this cozy, I don't get the appeal," Tony scrunched up his nose and touched the fake wall with his index finger, looking as if he was expecting it to fall over if he put a little bit of force behind the poke.

"It's nothing like the real thing," Bruce said, stepping in a little further and looking up at one of the higher parts of the cave to look at the flock of bats hanging there, sleeping. This exhibit was rather boring.

"Oh and I suppose you couldn't have taken me to a real cave then?"

Bruce studied the sleeping bats a bit, almost missing the cave he only got to use for a little while; Wayne Manor was still months out from being finished. "If we were in Gotham, I'd have happily shown you my cave, Tony."

"I don't need to be in Gotham to see your cave, cupcake..."

"Oh, you think you'd be that lucky," Bruce said smugly, shifting back a few paces and walking out of the cave. He regretted taking the trip here now, so disappointing.

Tony grinned and caught up with Bruce, swinging one of his arms over the man's shoulders and dragging him towards 'a much better exhibition', or so he said. They ended up at the cats and Tony, who was still grinning, pushed Bruce against the glass separating the caves from the hallway. Bruce's back slammed against the thick, shatter-proof glass and watched the hallway behind Tony, afraid they'd be caught or seen. Tony had that gleam in his eye, like he wasn't paying a lot of attention to their surroundings; just Bruce.

"Not really the best place," Bruce muttered to the other man, as Tony pinned him against the glass.

"I don't see anybody protesting except you..." Tony smirked, leaning a bit closer to Bruce until their foreheads were resting against each other.

"Tony..." Bruce found himself saying softly as he gazed into Tony's eyes, fingers resting against the pane of the glass behind him, allowing Tony to have control this time.

"Mm?" Tony smiled softly and pressed his lips against Bruce's for just a few seconds. Such a fleeting kiss that Bruce barely had time to react to it.

Bruce instinctively licks his lips after the kiss, as if trying to get the taste of Tony. "Really...shouldn't," he manged to whispered. With every word Bruce tried to get out, Tony planted another kiss on his lips, almost as if he was begging for Bruce to shut up already and kiss him back. Bruce's eyes closed half way and he reached his hands around Tony's head and pulled him into lavish kiss, practically wrapping his mouth around the other man's as he tried to shove his tongue as far down Tony's throat as possible. Tony let his shoulders slump a bit as he relaxed in the kiss and pushed his body a bit closer to Bruce's so they were almost one.

Bruce looped his arms under Tony's, bringing his hands to rest just below his shoulders, squeezing him in closer with his powerful arms, deepening their embrace. Bruce let his own head sit back against the glass again, slowing down their kiss into something less lust driven and more passionate. Tony had a hand on the glass behind him to steady himself, sliding his knee between Bruce's legs and applying enough pressure that Bruce let out a slow moan into Tony's mouth, fingers digging gently into his back.

"...We should keep the more...interesting stuff for at home, don't you agree?" Tony was panting slightly from the kiss but still wore a smirk on his lips, knowing that he had managed to get Bruce to moan. How could one man make such arousing noises with just his mouth? Tony didn't know but seeing Bruce pout and pushed against the glass made him want to take the man right here and right now. Alas, there was something called 'public display of affection' and while kissing was okay, he was sure that blow jobs and full blown sex weren't.

Bruce let out a soft sigh, biting his bottom lip once Tony had pulled away completely. "Mmm," trying to find his voice again, "Likely a good idea." His voice was rough with arousal and he tried to clear his throat to brush it off.

"Don't want to scare the kiddies away now do we, cupcake?"

"If that's the case you'll want to get your knee away from my crotch, otherwise I can't promise anything," Bruce growled, hoping Tony didn't call his bluff since having sex in public wasn't really the thing he wanted to be arrested for today.

Tony lifted his knee up a little more for several seconds, making Bruce's eyes widen and a sly smirk to appear on Tony's lips before the man took a few steps back and straightened his t-shirt and hair. Bruce watched Tony back off, letting his head drop back against the glass as he try to compose himself before even thinking about moving. Seconds later he pushed away from the glass with his elbows and fixed his hair with his hands, and walking past Tony towards the lion's exhibit.

"Lions! Kings of the jungle! Aren't they gorgeous?" Tony marveled at the animals and looked closer at one of the lions, "mind you, you don't want to piss these off...I mean, did you see what Simba did to Scar? My god and they call that a kids' movie."

Bruce leaned his elbows on the small wooden fence as he watched the male lion sleeping in the sun, then glanced at Tony. "What?"

"Lion King? Simba? Scar? Pride Rock?" Tony scanned Bruce's face for any sign of recognition of the words but failed to find a single inch of it, "...never mind."

Bruce lowered his head, pretending to look at the plaque in front of the cage about the animals, but really he starting to feel that maybe he had missed out on a lot having been so obsessed with vengeance for his parents and having been gone seven years. He pushed back and turned to look at the map behind them. "Where to next?" he asked, rather bored now; this wasn't as much as fun or relaxing as he thought it might have been.

"Let's get a bite to eat, my treat," Tony grinned.

Bruce shrugged. "That's so big of you, Tony," Bruce said as he rolled his eyes slightly. "Where to?"

"Ice cream stand, d'uh, I want to see if they got something Wayne-flavored."

Bruce tried to choke back and laugh, only to start coughing for a second. "You'll be sorely disappointed. I think that's a flavor you can only find at home." Bruce almost felt weird saying it, but there was just something about Tony was bringing out the natural flirt in him, and not just the fake.

"Mmm, then I'm not sure I want to stay here," Tony frowned, pursing his lips together and halting in his steps. Bruce kept walking, turning on his heels to face Tony, walking backwards.

"I'd like to stay," Bruce said, really only saying it to get to Tony. Whether they stayed or went, he didn't care. He turned back around. "I wonder what flavors they do have here..."

"...Well, they don't have Stark-flavor, that's for sure," Tony whispered in Bruce's ear, "but I can give you ice cream at home..."

Bruce reached up a hand and stroked Tony's cheek, giving him a soft smile. "Yes, but I'm a bit hungry now. I'm going to get something to hold me over until we get back." Bruce walked towards the ice cream stand and ordered something Tony couldn't see, it was still in the white plastic wrap. Bruce returned and motioned towards the gate leading out. "Shall we go?" Bruce opened the plastic and pulled out the chocolate covered banana he ordered, throwing the wrap into the garbage as they passed.

Gulping, Tony looked at the treat and then watched it disappear in Bruce's mouth, only to reappear seconds later and disappear again. As they walked out of the zoo, Bruce eyed tony carefully as he pushed the chocolaty treat into his mouth and pulled it out slowly. Memories of just that morning flooded back to him and he found himself thinking of all the things he'd really rather be doing with Tony right then, then be at the zoo. Why did he pick the zoo? Oh right, to get Tony to pay attention to him.

Feeling rather jealous of the chocolate treat right now, Tony practically dragged Bruce along by his wrist towards the car. The sooner they were out of the public eye and preferably at home, the sooner Tony could finally have his way with Bruce frickin' Wayne.

"This is so good, Tony. You have no idea," Bruce said slyly, as he licked the long shaft of the banana again, dropping his mouth over the top before biting off the tip of it. "Mmm..." Bruce was trying hard not to laugh at the other man, aware that he was probably making Tony a little hot under the collar. They got to the car and Bruce slid into the passenger seat, taking another bite, now not giving Tony any sort of eye contact. He really did love turning the tables, and Tony was the best to do it with.

"Keep it up Wayne and I'll bite a bit of your banana," Tony wasn't only trying to keep his mind on the road but he was also getting harder and harder with every lick Bruce gave the Popsicle. Oh what Tony wouldn't have given now to be that sweet treat between Bruce's lips.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Tony," Bruce whispered into the man's ear in the driver's seat. "Did you want some?" He offered what was left of the banana treat to Tony, lips still next to Tony's ear, and the other hand that wasn't holding the treat crept its way onto Tony's thigh. Tony took a sharp breath and bit his lip, trying not to give in to whatever his body wanted him to do, which was pull over and kiss the living daylights out of Bruce.

"I'll give you three more seconds to finish that treat before I stop this car and fuck you...hard."

Bruce smirked, taking the last bit of the banana into his mouth and finishing it. He put the stick in the cup holder, leaning in towards Tony a little more. Being restrained, he unbuckled the seat belt and scooted in closer. "You really shouldn't make promises you don't intend to keep, Stark," Bruce growled, the hand on Tony's thigh creeping towards the man's crotch. Bruce licked the outside of Tony's ear, resting his now free hand on the back of Tony's seat. Gulping again, Tony felt his erection twitch after Bruce carefully placed his hand on it. If he still would have a full heart beating, it would've gone up in beats within seconds. Bruce's fingers worked their way to the button and zipper and Tony's jeans, working them open and allowing Tony's hard cock to be free. Bruce pulled it from Tony's boxers and began to stroke it gently at first, breathing softly against the other man's neck.

"Fuck you, Wayne," Tony panted, "if I had any lube right now, I'd screw your brains out."

"Yeah?' Bruce breathed into Tony's ear, rubbing his fingers over the head of Tony's cock. "How bad do you want to fuck me, Stark?" This time it was growl, low and steady.

Tony squeezed his eyes shut for nearly a minute (thank god he was a good driver and knew the road like the back of his hand) and tried to keep focused, knowing that it wasn't far until the mansion anymore, "I think you know that already, Wayne," Tony let out a soft moan from between his lips.

"What if I don't?" Bruce asked, squeezing Tony's length in his palm. "What if I want to hear from your lips exactly what you want to do to me?" Bruce paused, placing a kiss on Tony's neck. "Do you want to ride my ass, Tony? I'll let you..." Even Bruce couldn't believe the words he was saying, but when would ever get the chance to do it all again? Vacation... after all.

Tony sped the car up, seeing the mansion in the distance, feeling Bruce's hand around his cock was driving him mad. "I don't want to do anything but take you, pound my dick into you until you come all over me and see you panting under me in pleasure," Tony growled.

"That's all you're going to do? That's all you want?" Bruce asked, trailing a line of kisses down Tony's neck, pulling back the collar of his shirt to suck gently on his collarbone, hand stroking very slowly over Tony's shaft, knowing they were coming up on the mansion.

Tony sped up one more time, letting the tires slip over the concrete before coming to a halt in the garage. Before Bruce knew it, Tony was on top of him, teeth barred and attacking his neck with rapid kisses. Bruce felt the wind knocked out of him as Tony plowed him over, and he grabbed the man's shirt and started to pull it towards his head, wanting nothing else than to just have Tony Stark completely naked next to him, on him... in him.. didn't matter. Literally kicking the door open, Tony climbed out of the cramped car and dragged Bruce along with him by his t-shirt, often stopping randomly just to kiss the living daylights out of the man. Instead of actually taking the stairs, Tony pushed Bruce in the elevator and pressed a button Bruce hadn't noticed before but didn't bother asking about.

Bruce pushed Tony's already unbuttoned jeans to the floor of the elevator, kissing him hard as he as he pulled the other man closer, hearing the soft moans that escapes both of them. Bruce then managed to get Tony's shirt above his head, breaking their kiss to throw it off and then sunk his teeth into Tony's neck, smoothing a hand over Tony's chest, while carefully wrapping his other arm around the man's waist, avoiding the bandage. Tony however growled and turned the roles around, pushing Bruce against the wall and moving his knee between the man's legs, moving it up in one rapid move, making Bruce throw his head back and stifle a loud moan.

The elevator came to a stop and Tony pulled Bruce by the collar of his shirt out into the bedroom, pushing him down onto the bed. Bruce looked up at Tony and at that moment he knew that he trusted the man standing over him; so much that Bruce was giving everything of himself and leaving himself in Tony's capable hands. Tony rolled Bruce's shirt up over his head and tossed it to the ground. He then crawled on top of Bruce and went slow from this point on, teasing Bruce by nearly kissing him and then pulling back, the man let his fingers trail over every scar and bruise on the man's body, caressing them as if Tony's fingers would make them disappear.

"...Beautiful," Tony leaned forward and whispered in Bruce's ear, "let's see how beautiful you are when I'm pounding my hard dick in you until you come."

Tony's words made Bruce's cock strain against the confinement of his jeans. He kept his eyes locked onto Tony's, to let him know that he was allowing him full control. "Take me," he said softly. Tony licked his lips, slowly giving a kiss on Bruce's forehead before he made his hands start working on removing Bruce's pants, something that went surprisingly fast in Bruce's opinion but he did not care right now. The faster he was naked under Tony, the better; his whole body was aching for this.

Soon, Bruce was completely naked under Tony, who was slowly trailing the rough pads of his fingertips down Bruce's side, as if to tease him more and make him wait for what he wanted. Each touch seemed to spark more through Bruce, and he found himself uncontrollably bucking into Tony. Tony pushed him back down and smirked, making Bruce struggle under the hand on his chest. Tony reached over to the nightstand and found the container of lube and placed it right next to Bruce on the bed, as he slowly spread Bruce's legs, caressing his thighs down to his ass, slowly.

"Tony..." Bruce gasped at the gentler touch than he was expecting from the other man. Tony smirked, standing just off the side of the bed, an easier position given his injury, and draped Bruce's legs over his arms, and told him to hand him the lube. Tony slicked himself and Bruce's tight hole, before slowly entering him, using the leverage of taking Bruce slightly off the bed to get himself deep inside him.

A moan escaped both men's lips as Tony slowly eased himself in, Bruce gasped at the sudden feeling but soon pulled Tony's body even closer to his, aching for more. Bruce felt a wave of heat crawl across his skin as Tony's dick tapped his prostate again and again, Tony starting a nice slowly rhythm, pulling on Bruce's hips with his hands as he pushed his own hips into the younger man's ass. Bruce started to feel himself lose it, the control he usually had over himself -- everything. Tony grunted as he hit Bruce's prostate again, pull out and thrust in again. The sight of Bruce under him, full of lust, want and need was enough to push him over the edge but the man held on somewhat longer, he wasn't quite done delivering pure pleasure to Bruce Wayne, yet.

"Fuck me harder, Tony," Bruce groaned, trying to push his own hips harder into Tony's, letting out a series of moans as Tony obliged. The slapping sound of slick skin and panting was almost deafening in the other wise quiet and soundless room. Bruce gripped the sheets below him with one hand and with the other he grasped hold of his own dick and began stroke it, gritting his teeth.

Panting, moaning, grunting, all the sounds sounded so much better coming from Bruce as Tony kept thrusting into him. Tony's skin was glistening by the thin layer of sweat and Bruce's hair had long since decided to remain in it's messy state. Bruce bit down into his lower lip, as if he were going to say 'fuck' again, but the word never fully formed and he squeezed his eyes shut as Tony plunged into him again, tapping that sweet spot, and Bruce finally felt the pleasurable relief his body was working up to until that point. Tony himself collapsed on Bruce several thrusts later, panting and placing butterfly kisses on Bruce's collarbone, it being the first thing he could reach with his lips without moving.

Not caring that they were both almost disgustingly sweaty and that Bruce had come all over himself, Bruce placed a hand on the back of Tony's head and caressed his sweaty hair. It had been, and Bruce wouldn't admit this to Tony, far too long since he'd actually had sex... of any kind. He pulled Tony in closer with his other arm and kissed Tony's mouth softly. Tony, pulling out of the kiss, smiled tiredly at Bruce and snuggled his face in the crook of Bruce's neck. Bruce grinned and closed his eyes, listening to the soft hum of Tony's arc reactor, stroking the man's hair and finally noticing that he had fallen asleep.