chapter Seven: Tech Convention?

[destinyawakened]

Title: Calling a Truce: Tech Convention
Authors: Destinyawakened and MJLS
Rating: NC-17
words: 4900
Pairings/Characters: Tony Stark/Bruce Wayne
Summary: Bruce is dragged to a technology convention; he's not amused. (pretty PWP unless you squint)

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: Supermassive Blackhole - Muse
Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six |


Some how, during the few hours that Tony had been at Bruce's penthouse, the man had found out there was a technology convention about two hours away. It was the next day and Tony was begging Bruce to go with him. As much as Bruce knew he had work to be done and cases to close out down in the bunker, he couldn't quite find the means to tell Tony no.

Bruce thought he could just write it off as business, letting the board members of Wayne Enterprises know he was actually going out into the field to do research for his company. It wasn't a lie and if Bruce was lucky maybe he could find something interesting from another company and make a business merger. Although, he was sure Tony wouldn't allow that. After all, Tony Stark had been after a business merger with Wayne Tech for years now.

So the next morning they left for New York City. Alfred had called ahead and made reservations for the penthouse suite at the New York Ritz, down the street from the convention center. It was easy and only one night and Bruce was sure things would be fine in Gotham; he had been away longer than this before and nothing had gone horribly wrong. Then again, he had never been gone with Tony Stark to the city that never sleeps.

Tony Stark was known for his philandering and flirting around, but Bruce secretly hoped he would have Tony all for himself this weekend. Tony did come all the way to Gotham just to save Bruce's ass, and Bruce had finally convinced himself to just let go and roll with the motions of what he and Tony were going to be. But Bruce's hopes were near impossible, considering Tony was seen as a near-god at these conventions. These geeks and nerds would do anything to even get to see a small inch of Tony, let alone hear him talk. So it wasn't such a surprise that Tony was attacked by star-eyed teenagers and adults, asking him what he was working on and if Tony was here for business. Half of them expected Tony to give them a lecture on integrated circuits, something the man had worked on years ago and in Tony's eyes, was a thing of the past.

"Integrated circuits, blah, I stopped lecturing these guys about that almost 5 years ago now. It's all arc reactor technology now you know?" Tony turned to Bruce, knowing well enough that Bruce was not really interested in all the geek talk and technology laying around, he was more interested in other things, technology just wasn't his thing.

It was rare to see a girl walking around but somehow, they all managed to gather around Tony, asking him to talk to them about his newest projects and one even asked for his phone number (something Tony gladly gave away, not that he would ever pick up if the number was unknown to him). Somehow, all the girls looked like tomboys, wearing wide jeans, hoodies stained with grease and messed up, uncombed bed hair. Bruce gathered they either didn't give a damn about their appearance.

Bruce raised an eyebrow at one of the technicians shouting at one of the visitors, claiming he was ruining everything and a part of Bruce wanted to interfere but seeing Tony Stark pass was good enough for the two to suddenly stop arguing and grin nervously at the man, hoping that they got his attention. That's when Bruce Wayne realized that none of these people came here just to look at things, they discussed, argued and hoped to catch a glimpse of the famous Tony Stark, who was at almost all of these conventions.

"Basically, we're even past arc reactor technology, we're trying out something new, get it all even smaller, so we can put them in computers and laptops, PDA's, cellphones, all that bullshit," Tony almost hit Bruce in the face with all his hand movements, "without taking too much space up. It's great, I put some of my younger technicians on it and they're so excited about it, it's almost adorable to watch them."

Nodding and occasionally letting out a soft 'hm', Bruce let Tony know that he was listening, while he actually dozed off long ago. All of this, it didn't interest him, although it did give him some ideas to apply to his secret life as Batman. He should hire some of these guys, they could seriously do some amazing work with the right resources. Then again, didn't he have Tony for that now? Tony was all too glad to work on things Bruce didn't even ask him about it, if they popped in his head, he made them, that was how Tony worked and sometimes, Bruce envied that free spirit the man seemed to have.

Tony babbled on about something he was working on, talked about the recent adjustments he had done to the suit while being separated from Bruce and nearly giving a list of all the things he was working on or had already made. The only thing that actually made some sense to Bruce was the 'Extremis' subject Tony seemed so fond off. Apparently, it was a project by a certain Maya Hansen and was all about hacking the human brain to optimize it.

"...Extremis is a super-soldier solution. It's a bio-electronics package, fitted into a few billion graphic nanotubes and suspended in a carrier fluid. A magic bullet, like the original super-soldier serum - all fitted into a single injection. It hacks the body's repair center - the part of the brain that keeps a complete blue print of the human body. When we're injured, we refer to that area of the brain to heal properly. Extremis rewrites the repair center. In the first stage, the body essentially becomes an open wound. The normal human blueprint is being replaced with the Extremis blueprint, you see? The brain is being told the body is wrong. Extremis protocol dictates that the subject be placed on life support and intravenously fed nutrients at this point. For the next two or three days, the patient remains unconscious within a cocoon of scabs. Extremis uses the nutrients and body mass to grow new organs. Better ones..."

Now this sounded somewhat interesting to Bruce. In the back of his mind, he was already thinking of how much he could improve being Batman just having these after-effects of Extremis in him, but then again, the biggest part of his brain knew that actually getting it was near to impossible.

"And actually, the effects of the Extremis process, apart from the changes specific to what I would add, include: greatly accelerated healing, an immensely boosted immune system, the generation of "new, improved organs and, as a side effect, increased aggressiveness. I would remove all the super powers, cause you know, with a suit of armor, I don't actually need them but I'm sure that anybody else would retain these, and so would actually gain high-level super strength, super-speed, a fairly high level of invulnerability, and the abilities to breathe very hot fire and project powerful electric arcs from his hands. Now how awesome is that eh?"

They walked on and Tony changed the subject once again, claiming that if Bruce wanted to know more, he would just have to go and meet Maya for himself. Perhaps Bruce actually would, if he ever got to arranging a meeting with the scientist (that always proved to be hard, no matter how much money you had).

"Are you professional or not?" one of the men shouted to a teenager who had dropped one of the items in his hands, he had been inspecting it from the booth and in his excitement, dropped it on the floor. Thankfully it wasn't broken but it was enough to pull Tony's attention.

"Oooh, what's this?" Tony literally took it from the teenager and inspected it, squinting his eyes at the tiny object between his fingers, holding it in the light to see it better and nearly licking it (Bruce stopped him in time), "dataspool, fascinating...and sort of...old...unimportant even. Well, not that unimportant, people still use them, well, not everyone...well...maybe...no one actually still uses this crap..."

Bruce rolled his eyes and the man who was selling these looked visibly hurt by what Tony just said, the teenager had quickly run away from the booth, glad to be out of the spotlight and from the man's anger. The man curled up his fist and was ready to hit Tony for insulting his merchandise but seemed to keep himself in anyway, after all, it wouldn't look good for him if he ended up hitting the Tony Stark, who knew more about technology than all the people at this convention combined.

"I mean, my tech department is working on a new sort of USB stick, that you don't even have to plug in anymore. It's really special, but I ain't telling you more about it, you'll see when it's out. In the mean time, good luck trying to sell these fossils," Tony threw the dataspool back at the man and walked away, dragging Bruce by his elbow, who allowed himself to be handled in such a way.

"You know, not everyone is as genius or inventive as you and your company," Bruce said quietly as Tony dragged him over to another section of the convention. Bruce was about done, but they had only been there an hour tops and Tony didn't look ready to leave quite yet -- it was almost as if he liked knowing he was ahead of everyone else.

"Bullshit, everyone here worships my pretty ass, you're just jealous because you don't get a fuck of it all," Tony grinned, winking at one of the rare girls passing by, "besides, he was stuck in the past, I only told him the truth."

Bruce pulled his arm away from Tony, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his slacks. "Yes, Tony I am so jealous," Bruce said, the sarcasm so thick in his tone he was sure Tony would catch on, but by the way he was ogling the girl and winking, Bruce wasn't sure he would even notice if Bruce left completely. Bruce even once started edging away from Tony but the man caught on early enough and held Bruce closer by his side from then on.

"What's wrong Brucie? Jealous of me talking with some tech guys about stuff? You shouldn't be," Tony flirted, leaning dangerously close to Bruce as they stood in the middle of the crowd. Bruce glanced left and right, wondering if no one was taking pictures of Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne being so close in a public place, but everyone was too busy staring at all the things around them that they never realized what the two billionaires were doing.

"Let's just get out of here, Tony," Bruce pleaded, hoping it would work. Tony doubted this for a second before taking a deep breath, slumping his shoulders and nodding. When Bruce stared in wonder at a retreating Tony (actually for once going towards the exit), Tony yelled over his shoulder that he was bored anyway and that this convention needed to catch up with his stuff before ever opening again. This was enough reason for Bruce to actually follow him in the end.

Following Tony (since he knew the way around the convention center better than Bruce), Bruce wondered where Tony was going to drag him to now. Surprisingly, they ended up just in their hotel, more specifically, their room. Tony said he wanted to visit the bar after changing his clothes but then discovered the mini-bar and soon, the man was laying down on the bed in just his suit pants, drinking from the tiny bottles. Bruce on the other hand, had taken advantage of this particular silent and unmovable Tony Stark, to take a long shower. It was only around five in the afternoon by now but he didn't care. The warm water relaxed him from this stressful day and that was all that mattered at this point.

Bruce wrapped one of the towels provided around his waist and used another to start drying his hair. He was finishing running the terry cloth through is hair as he walked out of the bathroom, eyeing Tony who was on his fifth little bottle of alcohol, not seeming to care what the contents were in each one. Bruce looked Tony over, who was started to get that placid look about him, the usual when he started drinking, but he wasn't drunk, yet. Tony looked up at Bruce, offering him one of the tiny bottles he'd snatched from the mini bar.

"I saved the vanilla rum ones for you," Tony said, tossing Bruce the tiny bottle. Bruce quickly dropped the towel in his hand and caught the bottle.

"I don't like vanilla rum," Bruce stated, putting the item down on the nightstand next to Tony.

"Oh... maybe it's Pepper that drinks it..." Tony looked through what bottles he had left, frowning. "What do you drink?"

"I don't..."

Tony glared at him. "That's going to change," he said, tossing Bruce another bottle. Bruce looked down at it.

"Kahlua?" Bruce asked, twisting the top off.

"It sort of tastes like coffee, you'll like that one."

Bruce was hesitant, sniffing it; it did smell like coffee. Bruce downed it and threw the bottle in the garbage. Tony smiled up at him. "You won't get drunk off just the one and there isn't enough here. Do you think room service would bring up a bottle of scotch? Maybe some champagne?" Bruce shrugged and Tony reached over for the phone and began to place an order. He also ordered a meal of sushi and sake. He put the phone down and handed Bruce another bottle, it wasn't the same kind. Bruce handled it warily.

"Live a little, buttercup," Tony pushed. Bruce had a harder time drinking that one, it wasn't as smooth as the Kahlua. He grimaced, putting the bottle down. Tony laughed at him. "Yeah, some of these burn going down."

Bruce coughed, still trying to get the taste out of his mouth. "A little?"

"You get used to it," Tony said, motioning for Bruce to sit down.

"Let me get something on first..."

"Why? Afraid of the room service boy is gonna peek?" Tony asked, gesturing at Bruce's just wearing the towel. Bruce rolled his eyes and took at seat on the edge of the bed. Tony downed another small bottle and handed the last one to Bruce, who downed that one faster than the last, not wanting to taste it. Tony tugged on Bruce's arm to pull him closer. Bruce scooted along side the edge of the bed until he was sitting at Tony's side. He placed on hand on the bed on the other side of Tony, his left hip pressing into Tony's thigh. He leaned into Tony, his free hand resting on the side of Tony's face as he planted a soft kiss to his lips.

"You know, with all the chatting away, snogging and clearly having a jolly good time," Tony smirked, "I forgot to tell you something."

Bruce, who was clearly starting to feel relaxed, nodded slightly while keeping his eyes on Tony's. "And that is?" he asked softly.

"I'm brilliant," Tony grinned, "and you're not too bad yourself. Mind you, I don't often say that because of...well because of me I suppose," Tony rambled off.

Bruce breathed a heavy sigh, and kissed Tony again and again as he said, "Shut up, Tony."

"Done," Tony nodded and returned the kiss but couldn't help but note he wasn't going to fight the goddamn Batman on that when the kiss broke for only a couple of seconds. Bruce parted his lips to kiss the man beneath him a little deeper when a knock at the door made him growl instead. He looked Tony over and then to the door, standing and straightening the towel around his waist, but Tony stopped him and said he'd get the door instead -- he was dressed a little more appropriately.

"Can't have anyone seeing my man's junk eh?" Tony winked before he opened the door, "Oh good! Room service! Now we can get all plastered! Woo! What's your name son?"

"Alonso, sir," the young boy entered the room and placed the cart inside, just stopping before he could even see Bruce in his towel, much to the relief of both men.

"Alonso, great name," Tony grinned, "I had a cousin named Alonso...wonder what happened to him. Anyway, here's a tip, allons-y Alonso," Tony pushed the kid outside, grinning and closed the door again. Tony pushed the cart of food into the room, pulling the silver lid off the sushi and then opening the bottle of champagne and pushing a glass of it into Bruce's hand. Bruce wasn't sure he wanted to drink more, but Tony was glaring at him as he poured himself a scotch.

"Hm, do you think we should've invited Alonso to join in? Threesome? Would be rather interesting don't you think?" Tony moved back to the bed, gulped down his scotch at once and crawled on top of Bruce.

Bruce drained his glass just before Tony started to crawl on top of him, placing it down on the nightstand. He let his hands rest on Tony's hips. "No, I don't think so," Bruce replied.

"Spoilsport," Tony pouted and Bruce couldn't help but kiss those pouting lips.

"I don't like sharing," Bruce said against Tony's lips.

"Are you sure you can handle all the hotness that's me?" Tony smirked. Bruce slowly moved his hands to Tony's shoulders and without one quick, smooth gesture, he pushed Tony down on to the bed and pinned the man beneath him, straddling his hips. Bruce nuzzled his face into Tony's neck, kissing the soft spot between it and his jaw.

"I'm pretty sure that isn't an issue," Bruce murmured.

Tony groaned as Bruce managed to kiss that one weak spot that almost nobody knew about, constricting the man between his chest and arms, not wanting Bruce to move. Bruce nipped at Tony's jaw gently with his teeth, letting out a slow breath as he reached his ear, whispering something rather obscene that made Tony's skin crawl with goosebumps. Tony let out some curses under his breath and pushed Bruce up a little so he could stare in the man's eyes. Bruce placed his hands down on the bed on either side of Tony's head. He looked down into his eyes, seeing him slightly flushed made Bruce want him more.

Tony's usual black slick hair was sticking up on all sides, his eyes were slightly closed, cheeks reddening from being stared at but none of these things could make Bruce love Tony even less. On the contrary, it was everything that Bruce loved about the man. Bruce wasn't sure how to convey this to Tony well enough, not with out words -- words that he knew were too soon for either of them to ever admit. So, Bruce would just have to find other means, even through the fog of being intoxicated. He leaned off to the right, letting his right arm hold him up as he let his weight up off Tony, his free hand tracing from Tony's face, to his neck, clavicle and down the arc reactor in the middle of his chest.

"It's not the prettiest thing in the world, but it's keeping me alive," Tony said, suddenly much sadder and sober than he was 5 seconds ago, "but it's shiny! Don't you like shiny stuff Brucie? Shinyyyyyy!"

Bruce let his eyes wander over the reactor and then back to Tony's, giving him a soft smile. "If it's a part of you, then it's beautiful, too." And what was Bruce saying? The alcohol was making his head spin an words were just pouring from his mouth. He hoped he didn't end up saying worse, more incriminating things later. Tony didn't seem to mind at least. Bruce pressed his lips to Tony's ear and let his fingertips glide down Tony's stomach to the waist band of his pants.

"It's shinyyy," Tony giggled before actually sitting up, pushing Bruce off and stumbling over to the cart and filling another glass of scotch for himself, while doing that, he put some sushi in his mouth, ate it and turned back to Bruce, looking rather mischievous. He poured more champagne into Bruce's glass before returning to the bed. Bruce had already sat back up, feeling rather taken back by Tony's abruptness. He took the glass from him and this time, only sipped it.

"Omnomnom," Tony put some more sushi in his mouth and then kissed Bruce on the lips, "scotch makes me hungry." Bruce downed his drink and put the glass down.

Bruce reached out and grabbed Tony by the belt loops of his pants and pulled him closer, resting his hands on his hips. "You make me hungry," Bruce said in a low tone, pressing his lips to Tony's stomach, trailing a line of kisses to the waist band of his pants.

"I have that," Tony moaned, "effect on people."

"Mm," Bruce managed, unbuttoning Tony's pants and inching them down just a little, letting his tongue slide just below the band, teasingly. Tony ran his fingers through Bruce's hair and bit his lip, even holding his breath subconsciously. Bruce unzipped Tony's Pants and let them fall to the ground around his ankles, then hooked his thumbs into the band of Tony's boxers only inching those down a few inches, allowing his lips to leave a trail of kisses. He knew this was driving Tony nuts and it was exactly where he wanted him.

"Damn, I should've ordered strawberries and cream," Tony moaned as he looked down upon Bruce, finishing his scotch and tossing the glass to the floor.

"We don't need that," Bruce replied roughly, finally hitching Tony's boxers down to his ankles. He pressed his lips to the inside of Tony's thigh, licking a long, wet strip from there to the base of Tony's dick.

"I need you," Tony moaned, his erection twitching from all the teasing and the closeness of Bruce's wet mouth, "now, Wayne."

Bruce wasn't going to let Tony boss him around or hurry him along; he simply slide his mouth over the head of Tony's dick and slowly wrapped his tongue around it tightly. He wanted Tony to beg. Tony whimpered, moving a little bit so both could be comfortable and slid his fingers through Bruce's hair. With his eyes half closed, Tony gasped as Bruce worked his magic tongue around his dick. Bruce slid his hands around to Tony's ass, letting his fingers caressing between the crack, teasing Tony enough to buck his hips slightly into Bruce's mouth. Bruce relaxed his throat and pulled Tony's hips into his face, taking as much of his length as he could.

"Fuck you, Wayne, I said now," Tony grunted, "not 'take your time'."

Bruce pulled head mouth away from Tony, fingers still tracing Tony's ass crack, sliding a little closer. He looked up at Tony, face flushed and breathless, and mouth slightly agape. He licked his lips. "And exactly what does 'now' consist of? What do you want from me, Stark?"

"I want you," Tony gritted through his teeth, "I want every inch of you Wayne." Bruce moved his leg to knock Tony's footing from under him, dropping him bedside. Bruce quickly picked him up and tossed him onto the bed, crawling on top of him and kissed Tony passionately, still taking his time.

"Did we pack any lube?" Bruce asked as he pulled away for a moment, to check the nightstand; some hotels provided that stuff for free. Tony just shook his head, obviously the last thing on his mind was lube when they packed for a Tech Convention. Bruce cursed to himself and looked around frantically. He walked over to the bathroom and found the little one use lotions and shampoos, happy to see they included massage oil in the penthouse rooms. Bruce grabbed that and unscrewed the lid as he got to his knees on the bed in front of Tony. Bruce poured a good amount into his palm, slicking up his own dick and then using a bit more, he slid a bit of it into Tony's ass with one finger.

"Damn it Wayne," Tony squirmed and held back a giggle, "what are you using? It tickles!"

"It's massage oil," Bruce replied, sliding his finger out of Tony. "If you don't like we can always discontinue altogether..." Bruce teased, rubbing his hard cock against Tony's ass, lifting Tony's legs onto his forearms for leverage.

"It tickles, Wayne, I need more scotch to deal with tickly fake lube."

Bruce narrowed his eyes on Tony, a sly little smirk on his face. "How about you just deal with it," Bruce said, kissing the side of Tony's knee as he slowly started to push his length into Tony's opening, holding tight to him as he tried to squirm. Tony moaned and stopped complaining as he felt Bruce's length in him all of the sudden. All the feelings from before were forgotten as the two men moved their bodies closer and closer to each other. Bruce felt the tension in Tony drop suddenly as he reached as far in as he could, his hands holding tightly to Tony's hips, pushing him down further, if that was possible. Bruce then bucked his hips back and started to pound into Tony with a slowly, steady rhythm to start.

Tony was oddly submissive, and Bruce chalked that up to the vast amounts of alcohol the man had consumed. Those little bottles either contained a high percentage of alcohol or Tony was just easily drunk, which was very unlikely considering how much the man actually drank. The tables were turned from the last time, and Bruce found he actually liked taking control of Tony's body, twisting it every which way and finding just exactly what spots made him moan the loudest. He pushed Tony's legs up and a bit over his head, holding his calves with his hands, Bruce got on his knees and pushed his dick down into Tony, watching as the man's eyes went a bit wide with shock, if not pleasure.

"Fuck you Wayne," Tony moaned as he tried to push his hips upwards, "turning me in a cheap whore like that, fuck."

"My cheap whore," Bruce grunted, pounding Tony a bit faster, pulling on his legs to bring his hips in closer.

"I'll charge you extra if you don't fucking pound your dick in me some more right now."

Bruce let out a strangled sort of groan, pushing his dick down as far as he could into Tony, which warranted some kind of moan from a slightly wriggling Tony Stark. "You can charge me whatever you want," Bruce replied through his teeth; "You're well worth every dime."

Tony threw his hands up in the air and let them fall next to his head so he was completely sprawled out under Bruce's body, letting the man do to him what he wanted. If Bruce didn't know better, he would've thought Tony actually did have a history as a whore. Bruce dropped Tony's legs and motioned for him to turn around, which Tony did, propping himself up on his knees. Bruce slid himself back into Tony, reaching one hand around to grasp his dick, leaning down towards Tony's ear.

"You are a little whore, aren't you, Stark? Taking it hard in the ass like this," Bruce whispered roughly, pushing his hips deep against Tony's backside.

"I don't hear," Tony gasped, "you complaining, Wayne."

"Never," Bruce said simply, pulling back and and pounding his dick harder into Tony's ass. He pushed Tony's face down into the bed with one hand, his head placed sideways and looking up at Bruce out of the corner of his eyes as the stronger of the two billionaire's continued to ride Tony. With a load of obscenities, Tony came all over Bruce's hand and the man continued to pant, looking flushed as Bruce kept pounding in him. Bruce brought up his hand that had been stroking Tony and licked off the fluid Tony dispersed on him as he thew his own head back, grunting as he came in Tony. He then dropped his head down to Tony's back, panting.

Finally, Bruce was able to move again and he pulled out of Tony, who was apparently already passed out. Bruce went and cleaned himself up, stumbling across the room, drunker than he remembered being a few minutes ago. He cleaned up, stumbled back to the bed, where Tony had moved and was spread out in the middle, taking up all the room. Bruce crawled in next to, pushed him a little, sprawled his own body half on top of Tony, nestling his head into Tony's neck and fell asleep, too.