Dark Iron (1/4)
Story Info
Title: Dark Iron
Authors: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com), Nikki6 (nikki6) (ellcrys3 (at) hotmail.com)
Fandom: Batman (Nolan-verse) / Iron Man (MCU)
Era: Post The Dark Knight Rises movie, post The Avengers movie
Genre: Erotica, action, drama
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Tony Stark (Iron Man), Bruce Wayne (Batman). (Appearances & mentions: John Blake (Robin), J.A.R.V.I.S., Selina Kyle (Catwoman), Alfred Pennyworth, Pepper Potts)
Pairings: Bruce/Tony (implied past: Bruce/Joker, Bruce/Selina, Pepper/Tony)
Summary: A crashing first encounter puts Batman and Iron Man face to face. They have surprisingly much in common - at least when it comes to Tony Stark and the Bat.
Complete.
Written for: Kink Big Bang 2012 (kink-bigbang)
Artist: Ash (sly-fuck)
Warnings: Kinky m/m sex (including: bondage and spanking, uniform kink, various toys, fisting, some heavy disregard of SSC), language, some violence. Vague spoilers for Batman movies (Nolan verse) and The Avengers/Iron Man films.
Disclaimer: Batman film and all within them belong to DC Comics, Christopher Nolan, Warner Bros. Pictures, Legendary Pictures and Syncopy Films. Iron Man (and The Avengers) and all encompassed within them belong to Marvel, Jon Favreau, Joss Whedon, Paramount Pictures and Walt Disney Pictures. We own nothing and no profit was made by writing this story.
Beta: Mythra (mythras-fire)
Feedback: We love it.
Authors' notes: First of all, this is all Nikki’s fault; she corrupted Del’s mind with kinkyness many years ago.
Secondly, we thought hard about how other people write their collaboration works. We didn’t figure it out so we decided to do it the only way we know - a format very close to play-by-post RPG, which we’ve done for years now. Del was in charge of Mr. Stark’s POV, and Nikki handled Mr. Wayne. (These two go together so well it should be canon.)
We hope you’ll enjoy the fic - and if anyone feels like asking, this might be turning into a series. You have been warned.
Furthermore, our awesome beta wanted to include this warning: “Do not read all in one sitting or your brain and other pertinent organs might spontaneously combust and/or leak fluids all over the screen…”
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Art by Ash! (sly-fuck)
Written for Kink Big Bang 2012, by Del Rion and Nikki6.
Dark Iron
Tony Stark wasn’t certain whether driving with the top down would actually air out his thoughts or not, but no one could blame him for lack of trying. He could’ve tried doing the equivalent of ‘driving with the top down’ while in the suit but that might have ended in discomfort so he had opted for the more old-school version.
The few months following the fight in Manhattan had been a quiet disaster of ever-expanding proportions. First the Avengers scattered to the four winds and it remained to be seen whether they would ever be united again; that left Tony alone with his Iron Man gig. Pepper had wanted to take a ‘time out’ because she thought they needed it - or rather, she did after Tony almost got himself killed while flying a nuclear missile through an alien space portal - which left him alone handle everything with his reoccurring nightmares and deteriorating self-control.
“Sir,” a cultured British voice announced in his ear.
“Yeah, J.A.R.V.I.S.?” Tony replied to his AI.
“Your attention is required; a group of criminals wearing high-tech armor has robbed three casinos in Las Vegas simultaneously. Local officials are asking you to apprehend them, seeing as they don’t have sufficient firepower to handle the situation.”
“Vegas, huh? Guess the house doesn’t always win,” Tony noted and pulled over to the side of the road, not waiting for the dust to settle around the car before he opened a secret panel and indentified himself in the scanner. “Let’s give the new retractable suit a test drive. Drive the car home after I’m done and try not to break too many traffic laws.”
“With all due respect, sir, I have yet to be ticketed for any offenses whereas you -”
Tony dismissed the rest of it, getting out of the car and popping the trunk. Version two of the suitcase-armor lay there, pristine and yet to be tested in combat but this was a good chance to do that. After a quick look around - although who was he kidding, the world had seen it all - he stripped off his jacket and slid on a long-sleeved shirt, then changed his pants; he knew by now what not to wear under the armor. Next he activated the armor and it began to power up, sliding open and snapping around his body, snug and comforting.
“Bring up the details on HUD,” Tony commanded and J.A.R.V.I.S. uploaded the necessary information of the robbery and on-going pursuit to the Heads Up Display in front of his eyes. Their tech seemed decent, perhaps a crude copy of his Iron Man armor, overpowering the casino security and the authorities easily enough.
He started up the engines, taking off and flying out to intercept them in the next twenty minutes or so, depending on how well the repulsors of the new suit worked. Beneath him his car took off on its own, remotely driven by his AI and the vehicle would probably find its way safely back to his Malibu garage.
The robbers didn’t expect to be derailed mid-air. Their suits were faster than helicopters and getting actual army planes on this kind of chase was unlikely. Besides, if they had known Iron Man was coming… The goons sure didn’t expect it and he took two of them down before they even knew what hit them. The rest of them had more time to react and pointed their weapons at him, not doing much harm while trying to protect their stolen money, which made it easy to out-maneuver them.
Of course they didn’t go down without a fight, breaking formation, weaving lower towards the ground, a few of them hoping to escape under cover of darkness. So much for team-work and loyalty. Tony shot down two more of them, tagged another with a tracker should he lose him, then dove in after the one who seemed willing to take a riskier road, diving low towards a road beneath them. Tony followed easily, planning on using a new weapons system, but while he fiddled with the controls the guy ahead of him dropped something that exploded in front of him and covered everything in thick smoke.
Before he got his sensors back on, Tony had flown through a sign that boldly promised a ‘Good Time For All In Las Vegas!’ and careened down out of the sky, ending up on top of a car which whirled around and stopped on the side of the road.
“Urgh,” Tony commented, lifting himself a little, half-embedded in the hood. He noted it was a rather fine-looking car - he might have one of those in his own garage, or was that the model he had never gotten his hands on? Well, it was scrap metal now and he raised his head, meeting the eyes of the man inside - well, not that the guy could see more than his helmet, yet he regarded Iron Man back without screaming or shouting, which meant he was either in shock or taking this way cooler than would a normal person. He was a handsome fellow, Tony noted, and he was pretty sure he knew him from somewhere.
And just like that the airbag exploded, albeit belatedly, but it did a good job of filling the interior of the car, blocking the man’s line of sight of him. Tony took that as an excellent moment to make his exit and throw a quick ‘sorry!’ over his shoulder; he had some crooks to catch and if the guy drove around with a car like that, his insurance could just get him another - or his lawyers would demand that Tony buy him a replacement; that had been known to happen ever since he publicly came out as Iron Man.
- - -
“Take a vacation, Master Bruce. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy the fruits of your labor,” Alfred had said. The man had practically pushed him out the door of Wayne Manor and Bruce hadn’t even had time to remind him of what had happened last time he went on a ‘vacation’ to enjoy the peace his blood, sweat, and tears had wrought.
He’d ended up alone in France, a couple hundred thousand dollars poorer and shaking his head at himself. How could he expect any better from Selena? She was a female feline, after all.
Now, with Blake making a name for himself, and Gotham City quiet for the moment, he decided that he might as well do as Alfred had ‘suggested’. Batman wasn’t needed right now. Robin had it well in hand and really, he was tired of the never-ending patrolling, and the constant reminders of how low the human race could stoop. His face had begun to look rather grim, making both Alfred and Robin shake their heads.
He hadn’t been to Vegas in quite some time. He flew there in his jet, taking one of his favorite cars with him in the hold. After all, he liked to drive and he hated renting cars.
They always had that smell.
He had checked in and then headed out to the desert in his car, wanting to really get going. He hadn’t gotten far however, when there was a crash and the sign in front of him exploded and a hunk of red and gold metal smashed into his hood.
He blinked.
The figure raised its head and he raised an eyebrow.
Iron Man, aka Tony Stark.
The airbag blew and the man called out a hurried apology over his shoulder as he took off again.
And Bruce Wayne just watched him go.
- - -
Bruce got himself back to the hotel and ended up going down and having a drink in the lounge. He could gamble, but he had never really found it that exciting.
And he was still pissed about his car.
He loved that car.
He was just finishing his second drink when another was put in front of him. ”From the gentleman at the end of the bar,” the bartender said quietly.
He glanced down the bar and Tony Stark smiled at him and tipped a glass in his direction before walking over to join him.
“Bruce Wayne,” the man said to show he knew to whom he was speaking.
“Tony Stark,” Bruce replied in kind.
“What brings you here?”
“Vacation.”
“I’m sorry about your car… I was out doing hero stuff and sometimes there is… collateral damage.”
Bruce just looked at him. “I loved that car.”
“I…” and Tony stopped as a crowd of paparazzi rushed in and snapped pictures, calling out their names. He threw an arm around Bruce and said, “Mr. Wayne and I are just two old guys enjoying the lovely Vegas scenery.”
Bruce endured the pictures, regarding the other man with slight amusement, then as the reporters and photographers dispersed he looked at the other man.
“You owe me a car. Thanks for the drink.” Then he tossed back the rest of it and walked out.
- - -
Instead of flying back home, Tony decided to hand over the criminals in person and stick around in Sin City. He got himself a nice room, nice clothes, a nice dinner - and then found himself drinking at one of the lavish hotel bars, quite certain that if he kept up the pace he might have to return to his room to continue in private.
When had Tony Stark become so considerate and worried about his level of inebriation? He could just as well rent out the entire place and get so smashed -
His eyes slid over the bar idly and spotted a familiar figure. Or, rather, a face, sitting there just as unimpressed by everything as he had been when Tony crashed into his car - well, when Iron Man crashed into his car, because there was a distinction, although not a big one.
He called the bartender over, told him to get the man another drink once he finished his current one, and soon enough the hazel eyes followed the bar down to him and Tony greeted him with a silent toast, then considered it might be seen as a polite gesture to go over and perhaps apologize about his car. Again.
“Bruce Wayne,” it all fell into place for Tony when he stopped next to him; the golden boy of Gotham City. They had attended same functions a few times; shaken hands, shared empty compliments - all that jazz.
Yeah, the man could definitely buy himself a new car.
“Tony Stark,” Bruce replied in kind, well aware to whom he was speaking.
Tony asked what the man was doing here - although wasn’t that obvious? - then proceeded to apologize about the car anyway.
Apparently Wayne had really liked that car. Bummer.
The paparazzi very conveniently discovered them at that point, giving Tony a smooth exit from the topic and no sooner were the camera-carrying vultures gone that Mr. Wayne threw back his drink, thanked him for it and left - not without telling him, of course, that Tony owed him a car.
Tony stayed but not for long, figuring that perhaps his assessment had been correct and he was an old man; he just didn’t want to spend the night drinking, knowing it wouldn’t help him sleep worth a damn and he lacked the proper company. Not that companionship had ever been a problem but he had dialed the entire thing down because of Pepper and now that she wasn’t here, he had no idea what to do with himself.
Let it be stated that Pepper Potts ruined Tony Stark.
He returned to his room, drinking some more there, watching the scenery. People milled around on the streets, happy or sad depending on how much money they had managed to hold onto. Maybe he should go gambling, seeing as he had saved the asses of a couple casinos. They might feel like they were indebted to him -
His room fell into complete darkness with a small electric click. Well, to be fair, the entire building went dark and silent around him. Leaning further over to the window, Tony looked out, craning his neck. The city block had gone dark, which was a bit peculiar but nothing to be alarmed about. It would probably fix itself in a few seconds…
It didn’t and he huffed with annoyance although he didn’t really need the lights to keep drinking if he wanted to. Also, he had his own built-in nightlight although he felt like kicking himself for thinking that; it wasn’t the reason for the arc reactor in his chest, casting a slightly bluish glow around him in the darkness. Others might joke because they tended to forget the real reason for the advanced machinery embedded in his chest cavity. Tony never did.
Outside, the night progressed as before. Yelling, laughter, howls of joy or despair, voices mingling and cars dodging drunk pedestrians. The building, however, was quiet.
Too quiet.
He didn’t realize it at once but supposed he should have; there were no people in the corridors, poking their heads out and stating the obvious about the blackout. No complaints. No staff members doing their rounds, making apologies and making sure everyone was okay.
It was completely, eerily silent.
That should have tingled some superhero’s sixth sense, he supposed, and he briefly thought of going to put on the suit, just for his own peace of mind because he still had trouble dealing with dark, quiet places - they reminded him of the dark quiet of space - but he never got there because his door exploded and he had just enough time to twitch and miss the first batch of bullets aimed his way.
He threw himself to the floor, counting in his head the odds of reaching the suit - not likely without getting peppered with bullets - and another gun began to sing, penetrating the couch he was hiding behind. Not good.
Just as suddenly there was a yell and something much bigger and softer than a bullet came flying through the air, hitting the wide glass window behind him, making it crack and leaving the figure slumped on the floor, groaning. The bullets had changed direction, aiming at something else, giving Tony the opening he needed.
He scrambled up and towards the bedroom where he had hid the suit, then spotted a faint movement from the guy who had just flown through the room; he was picking himself up, a gun in hand. Tony changed directions, aiming a kick at the guy’s head, missing just slightly. He twisted away, a shot making his ears ring, leaving a smoking hole in the carpet next to him as he rolled over and tried getting to the man again, pretty certain at this point they hadn’t accidentally picked this room.
The armed guy was scrambling up, trying to overcome the apparent disorientation in his body and aim the gun at him at the same time. Tony shifted, felt his hand hit something, then curled his fingers around it and threw the crystal glass he had been sipping from just a moment ago at the man’s head, aiming to distract him. The man shouted and stumbled. Tony lifted himself off the floor and up - running straight into something dark and solid. A wall? No, it smelled of Kevlar, blood, and sweat and moved to grip his shoulder and shove him to the side, onto the couch filled with bullet holes.
Tony saw a shadow move, heard a shot, covering his own head in case the bullet bounced off the armored figure, then heard the slam of a body against a solid wall and nothing else but his own labored breathing - and perhaps it matched that of the man who had possibly saved him because he wasn’t sure if he was alone in the room or not.
Not, he decided, when he saw the darkness morph into the imposing figure standing at the end of the couch, so still Tony might have missed him if he didn’t know he was there.
In the faint glow of the arc reactor he made out the shape of his head, of two pointed ears sticking upwards; fucking Batman.
- - -
Bruce had been on the roof.
He liked roofs. You could stand up there and see all around you, and he had always enjoyed the peace and quiet, which, let’s face it, in Vegas, was easier said than done.
Then the power suddenly went out, and he looked down and across at the hotel. Gas was filling the rooms and people were collapsing. Something big was going down. He quickly glided across the roof and slid down the side of the building, smashing through the window of the nearest room.
He could hear distant screams and voices in the hall. He opened the door a crack and peered out. Men who were wearing gas masks were standing there, a half dozen of them.
“Stark’s room is two floors above. We’ll get him and get out. Everyone else is out of it,” a voice growled.
He slid into the hall as they went around the corner. His night vision switched on and he found an elevator shaft and climbed up two floors. He pushed the doors open and heard the explosion as the door to Stark’s penthouse room was destroyed and the last man rushed into his room. He moved quickly down the hall and followed them in.
He attacked from behind, and the element of surprise gave him an even bigger advantage, not that he needed it. They were not very strong or smart to begin with, they had been depending on surprise and numbers. Soon they would have neither.
He grabbed Stark, pushing him behind him, and then incapacitated the last guy. The lights were still out and Stark rose slowly.
“Batman.”
“Where’s your suit?”
“Other room.”
“Not particularly helpful.”
“I didn’t realize I was about to be attacked.”
“Obviously.”
He looked at Stark. The man was notoriously careless with his own safety, and the Batman was rather offended by that. He should’ve been able to take out these men with his eyes closed. But instead, he was sitting here, drinking. Sloppy.
“What is Batman doing in Vegas?” Stark mused suddenly.
“I came to retrieve someone for the Gotham police. A playboy. Maybe you’ve seen him, his name is Bruce Wayne.”
“Oh… I… maybe…”
Batman looked at him. ”I would be more careful in the future. When a secret identity is no longer secret… you should probably be ready for anything.”
Then he went to the door. The lights came back on and Stark looked up at him.
“Thanks for your help,” he commented dryly.
“You’re welcome. Remember what I said.”
And the Batman left.
- - -
Tony supposed this counted as ‘polite conversation’ for the man who dressed like a bat and growled out every word as if he were on the verge of losing his voice.
Not that he didn’t find those things sexy; some of them actually shot down pretty close to his groin area, which was a safety-hazard even in his own book. Dating super-heroes? Not awesome or good for one’s health, even he knew that.
After glancing around his room he noted he might need a new one - and would probably have to pay for the damages although he didn’t think what had happened was entirely his fault. Also, maybe he should track down Mr. Wayne and inform him that a big bad bat was on his tail about… something. What had he done to get there?
His interest piqued, he went down to the lobby, finding the staff disoriented and barely awake. A faint smell of gas was in the air and that explained why no one had been around after the power went out. Tony wrote them a fat check to cover the damages then went back to the penthouse and suited up.
“Now, where to find a rich playboy on such a fine night?” he mused out loud, flying into the sky and soaring above the streets. “J.A.R.V.I.S., see if you can locate Mr. Wayne.” While he thought he and Bats might be on the same side, you never knew with vigilantes and the news of Batman had always been… conflicted at best. Sometimes he was seen as the big villain, then the savior of his city - and when had the Bat ever left Gotham before? This had to be something big.
While his AI worked on finding Wayne, Tony flew around the city, mildly amused whenever a flash of a camera was aimed upwards. He might not be wearing one of his bigger armors, the suitcase version being much more compact and slim, but who wasn’t going to recognize him?
He shot a bit further upwards, wondering if Wayne was covering his trail if he knew he was being tracked, then noticed something on top of a building: a black cape catching the wind. He flew around, picking up speed, then landed next to Batman who seemed to be admiring the view. Tony knew looks could be deceiving, though, and the man didn’t seem like someone who wasted his time on sightseeing.
“I suppose I owe you for earlier,” Tony noted although he didn’t honestly feel that way. He could have handled it, somehow. He always did. “About Wayne… what has he done to drag you out of your cave? You have a secret lair in a cave, right? Or in the belfry; both would be fitting.”
The dark-rimmed eyes regarded him coolly. Tony wondered if the man had ever looked cheery in his whole life, what with that brooding set of his mouth. He should lighten up.
“It’s none of your business,” Batman finally replied.
“Okay, that’s cool, too; you don’t want me to play with your toys and that side of the sandbox is yours.” On second thought, he started paying attention to what the man was wearing, scanning it. “That’s… pretty awesome tech you’re carrying there,” he noted. The engineer-inventor in him could appreciate the work that had clearly gone into Batman’s gear. “Who’s your tailor? Not that I’m interested in wearing a cape since it causes wind resistance -”
“Do you ever shut up?” the other asked, impatience in his voice. Maybe he was on Wayne’s trail and Tony was slowing him down - although just standing on a rooftop really didn’t seem like a chase.
“If you knew me any better, you would know the answer,” Tony grinned although obviously the other man couldn’t see it through the helmet.
There was a grunt and the other man turned, started running and then jumped off the roof - only to fire a cable to the next building, soaring between them until he found a perfect landing and continued.
Tony really had no reason to follow him - or not follow him, for that matter - so he took after the Bat, following his progress, wondering if he was going after a scent. “J, found Wayne yet?”
“I’m afraid not, sir. It seems he has masked his trail quite well and isn’t using a credit card issued by Wayne Enterprises.”
Tony frowned. Who was the bad guy here, then? He had a bad feeling about this and being someone who had been betrayed a few times by people he trusted, he decided to follow the Bat and see where that led him.
- - -
To lose Iron Man wasn’t easy, but when he had finally done it, Batman shook his head.
What an annoying individual he was. So arrogant, conceited, and self-important. No wonder his girlfriend had left him, if the rumors were to be believed.
But someone was after him, and that piqued his interest. Why take the chance? Iron Man wasn’t some minor hero, he had considerable power, so why take the risk of taking him out and failing? It couldn’t have been that the men who attacked Stark were the ones behind the plan. They were idiots. Someone else was pulling the strings.
Bruce wanted to know who that was.
He contacted Robin and had him put some things into place. “Set up the decoy for a couple days.”
“You want people to think Bruce Wayne is here?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. You need help?”
“No, just let me know if anything odd goes on.”
He hung up and used his remote access to the Batcave’s computers to search for anyone who might have the power and the interest in taking Tony Stark out.
It wasn’t easy to narrow that list down.
He wasn’t very well liked.
That night, when it was dusk, he headed out, looking around the top of the hotel where Stark was staying. He had been there for a little bit when there was a whoosh beside him and the gold and red armor hovered then landed beside him.
“You’re still here.”
“Obviously.”
“Bruce Wayne is back in Gotham.”
“I know.”
“So… why are you still here?”
“I’m interested in seeing who would be strong enough to try and take out someone of your… prestige.”
“You’re worried about me? I’m touched.”
“You know it must’ve been someone with a fair amount of backing or power of their own. An unknown enemy is a dangerous enemy.”
“Maybe they weren’t really after me, maybe it was just those idiots being mad at me for wrecking their heist…”
Batman’s next words were cut off by a sudden hiss and he threw himself to the side, taking Iron Man down with him. The rocket exploded where they had been standing, chunks of rubble falling down around them, dust obscuring everything.
By the time the dust had cleared, the two costumed men were gone, inside the building and though Batman was all for searching for the men, Iron Man shook his head. “Later… J.A.R.V.I.S. can narrow down their location. They launched it from the building across the street, and by the time we get there, they’ll have mingled with the casino crowd.”
They entered Stark’s suite and Batman looked at him mockingly. “You were saying this was only about a robbery?”
“Well, maybe they were after you. You must have enemies…”
“Not as many as you, I’m thinking…”
“Nice.”
“You need to take more care. This is serious. You’re like a child. A spoiled, bratty child,” Bruce growled.
“What are you going to do about it, Batman? Spank me?” the man chuckled as he removed his armor.
As soon as the armor was put away, he had a hold of him, throwing Stark over his lap and giving him ten good wallops. He pushed him off his lap and Stark knelt there on the floor, panting and looking up at him, a mix of anger and amusement on his face.
“Didn’t seem to do much,” Batman shrugged.
He suddenly wished he’d yanked the man’s pants down, turned those ass cheeks rosy red and steaming, maybe show him how gloved fingers felt when they…
He swallowed, his cock hard and aching and his breath raspy. He hadn’t felt this aroused in a long time, and a hard smile appeared on his tight lips.
The things he could do to Stark…
- - -
Finding Batman stalking his new hotel room wasn’t a shock although Tony hadn’t thought the man would return after he had gone to so much trouble to lose him just last night. It sure looked like Batman wasn’t going to join the Iron Man fan club.
With Wayne gone, Tony had assumed the masked vigilante would just return to Gotham, but apparently there was something here to entertain him. He didn’t believe for a moment the Bat was concerned for Tony’s safety, which led him to wonder what his real endgame was.
Of course, after almost being taken out by a rocket which had a very peculiar power signature - Tony allowed J.A.R.V.I.S. to work on that while he was otherwise occupied - and having the Bat follow him into his new penthouse suite, he was forced to consider all of it from a whole new direction; no sooner was his armor off did he find himself being manhandled over the other man’s lap and having his behind mistreated.
Tony counted ten precise strikes that were muffled by his clothes but which still showed a lot of strength behind that arm. As he was pushed off he attempted to gear his brain towards a witty remark, not at all impressed by this, yet he dialed down the anger and shock.
Okay, so it wasn’t the first time someone had tried to chastise him this way - although it usually included some semi-naughty role playing in bed, which he hadn’t been partial to for years; after becoming a superhero, bodily violence had become a bit too real for him and he simply didn’t trust people anymore.
“Didn’t seem to do much,” Batman admitted, then seemed to mull over it hard, eventually finishing with a rather creepy smile. He really shouldn’t have looked so satisfied with himself.
“Better men than you have tried,” Tony noted, picking himself up with as much grace as he could muster. His ass hurt, after all, but he wasn’t going to show weakness. If Batman was anything like some of the vigilantes he had met, feigning being unscathed and unwavering was important. “You want a drink?” he asked, heading for the bar.
There was no reply and Tony suddenly wondered if the other man had just disappeared, leaving behind an open window and fluttering curtains, but there was no draft - only silence. He looked over, surprised to find the caped crusader still standing there, quiet like a statue. What little Tony could see of his expression was…
“Oh my god,” he mused with mock horror, “don’t tell me I just emotionally broke you. We can pretend this never happened if it helps,” he added, unable to hide the grin. He poured himself a drink then looked over at Batman again. “And just for the record,” he added, smile vanishing, “the next time you touch me without an invitation, I’ll break your hand.” He had never liked feeling vulnerable - especially not after he needed an arc reactor in his chest to keep him alive and was paranoid about his safety - and as hot as that might have been, in some b-rated porn flick, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to allow his brain to go down that road.
Correction: he most certainly didn’t want his brain or libido going down that road, although they very much liked to think it was a perfectly good idea to be spanked by a grown man who dressed in a bat-shaped Kevlar outfit.
He downed his drink perhaps a bit quicker than he should have and poured another, then slid out his phone to check on J.A.R.V.I.S.’s progress finding out something about the people attacking him. Perhaps he could trace their weapons, residuals from some component, even track them in the casino crowd…
It was an awesome idea and he should really get on with that when his AI completed the calculations, which meant this little visit should be cut short so that he could actually get to work. He looked up to tell his visitor to leave then noticed the spot Batman had occupied just moments earlier was empty.
“Huh. So much for -” he started musing to himself then got that sickening feeling from a sixth sense that he was being watched, began to turn - and almost jumped out of his skin as he realized the black-clad man was standing right behind him. How the hell had he gotten there without him noticing? He dropped the glass and waited for it to smash on the floor, but instead a gloved hand caught it, spilling half the drink before bringing it up to the bar beside Tony.
He watched in odd fascination as Batman brought his hand up to his face and sucked some of the liquid off his glove. “You have expensive taste.”
Tony swallowed. Okay, his brain, libido, and just about everything else had to gear away from this moment, right now, because otherwise he was going to regret it for sure. This man had pretty much just attacked him - in a semi-sexual way - and snuck around the room in total stealth mode, something Tony had never appreciated; he worked with two assassins from time to time, he didn’t need this shit away from them as well.
“I did offer you a drink,” Tony reminded him. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have stuff to do, so unless you’re going to be… Well, I don’t think you’ll be of use, so there’s the door, or a window - which I think you’ll prefer anyway.” It came out pretty convincing, not at all betraying what he actually might have wanted to do, especially if this were one of those b-rated porn flicks.
Tony Stark could do so much better than b-rated.
- - -
Batman just smiled again.
“You seem… a bit conflicted,” he said quietly. He bent his head suddenly, covering Stark’s lips with his own, his arms on either side him, trapping him against the bar.
It wasn’t a romantic, gentle kiss.
It was a hard, deep one, abrupt and almost jarring. It was rape committed with mouth and tongue.
And it made Bruce’s toes curl.
He pulled back after a bit and looked at Stark. “Let me know if you find out anything important. I think it might be… smart for us to work together, at least on this case.”
Then he turned and went to the window and jumped.
After all, Stark was right: he did like windows better.
- - -
The next day, Bruce looked over the information on the rocket and on people who might actually be involved. But this wasn’t his town and he knew Stark had more information than he was sharing. Typical; nothing but a glory hog.
He sighed and ate some chicken, pondering last night.
He wasn’t given to behaving like that. He remembered Selena and her tendency to scratch and occasionally whip him. He had enjoyed it, but in truth it didn’t touch the depravity he had shared with the Joker for that brief time.
Sometimes thinking of that brought him very close to returning to Arkham and having a bit of special time… just a night… It might almost be worth the risk. What that clown could do with his ruined mouth…
He had liked the way Stark’s mouth felt, too. He was an attractive man, no doubt about it. And he did keep himself… fit.
Bruce sat back, and smiled to himself. After all, Alfred had told him to relax and enjoy himself.
- - -
Tony knew it was going to be a slippery slope from here on out. Too slippery, perhaps, but he wasn’t known for backing down when other people saw it as an option; he pushed forward, to hell with the consequences, because he was Tony Stark and he could do it.
The kiss had come as much out of nowhere as the spanking, and for the time being he wasn’t certain which took him more by surprise. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised at all, seeing as how disturbed some vigilantes were as individuals, their concept of the real world shaken.
Not that he was any better, probably, but that had been the case his entire life, more or less; Tony had never had the desire to be a part of society and its norms. He bent them, advanced them, creating his own plane of existence…
Sometimes, however, his world and those of others collided and right now he could either shrug it off as if it never happened, or get some precious jerk-off material for later.
Tony being Tony, he of course grabbed onto the latter while still considering the first; as he lay down that night, too pumped up to actually fall asleep, he touched his cock and closed his eyes. He could envision the biting edge of the bar behind him as his fingers worked, the faint brush of Kevlar-covered arms against his sides, trapping him in effectively and simply. The hard mouth on his, not asking, not waiting for him to catch up, over altogether too soon… That voice, rough and rubbing against his eardrums…
He arched slightly, opening his eyes to make sure he was still alone in the room, yet he could remember the smell of him; his hand heavy as it struck him and Tony shamelessly pushed his free hand down past the one stroking himself, squeezing the still-aching flesh of his right ass cheek. The brief discomfort sent him right over the edge and he steadied his breathing for a moment then got up long enough to clean himself up, after which he threw himself back down on the bed and forced his mind to stop and go to sleep.
If he dreamt of a deep, guttural voice and the swoosh of a dark cape, he didn’t remember it in the morning. However, J.A.R.V.I.S. was done crunching the numbers and Tony sent some of them over to the Bat - he had grabbed his comm frequency while he was visiting.
After breakfast he ordered some stuff and began to tweak the armor, transforming the luxury penthouse into a mini lab. Sure, he could have just gone back to Malibu for this but it would have taken a couple extra hours - plus he wanted to stay in Vegas in case those people tried to get to him again. Once he could track their weapons’ energy output signature, however, he would know at whom to shoot back.
It was already getting dark outside when he realized he had spent the entire day with just breakfast and coffee. The suit’s tracker was now finished and he had moved onto a few other projects he came up with. Time for a break, he guessed, unfolded himself from the floor and showered quickly, locking down the armor and stepping outside.
As he stood in the elevator he pulled out his phone, attempting to track the Bat’s signal, but apparently he was being blocked. Another project for the rest of the night, he guessed; Tony liked being on top of things and he wasn’t sure if he could trust Batman. The man seemed to have a rather odd way of dealing with people he wanted to work with - not that Tony knew if Batman had ever worked directly with someone before, least of all another superhero. Or maybe he wasn’t that interested in working with him as he was in other matters.
Usually Tony wouldn’t have cared - would have welcomed the attention, in fact - but Batman wasn’t some pretty thing on two legs he could pick up from a party and then discard come morning; the man was physically stronger than him, may or may not have some control issues, and Tony wasn’t sure how his own alpha dog instincts were dealing with all that. Sure, he could jerk off to it, but if things escalated…
Maybe he should have worn the suit. Not that he expected to be mauled by a big bat in the middle of a crowded area. It wasn’t like he was going to just roll over and submit either. If Batman thought that was going happen, he had another thing coming.
Confident in his newfound resolve he stepped into one of the expensive restaurants, getting himself a quiet, restricted corner and many friendly smiles from the staff; they knew who he was, with or without the armor.
He glanced at his phone again. No calls or messages from Pepper; she was busy leading a company and not thinking of him. Nothing alarming that S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Avengers would need him for. He sighed and guessed that it was nice someone here was noticing him - even if it was a bunch of criminals trying to kill him. Well, possibly kill him, because he wasn’t convinced of their motives yet.
And then there was the Bat, of course, whose motives he didn’t trust and whose presence here worried him now that Wayne had returned to Gotham. Maybe he should have J.A.R.V.I.S. take another look at that once he had finished eating, see what all that had been about.
- - -
Bruce had monitored Tony Stark’s movements and had pinpointed some of the weapons used against him to one of two companies. He chose the first because that one happened to be run by Justin Hammer, and as everyone knew, Hammer hated Stark with a blind passion. He’d been released from prison but he was substantially poorer when he got out and kind of a joke in the tech world.
He followed Tony to a restaurant and then watched. The man seemed a bit… out of it after awhile yet to Batman’s count, he’d had two drinks. He knew Tony Stark could drink more than that.
His head began to bob a little and he rose a tad unsteadily and the maitre’d helped him to the elevator. Two men dressed as hotel employees were there and they took both of Stark’s arms, and pulled him into the elevator and hit the button to go up. Half-way to the next floor, Batman dropped down between them and said conversationally: “I’ll take it from here.”
The men were stunned and took a bit longer to react than they should’ve.
Both were unconscious in seconds and Batman carried Stark up to his suite. He put him on the bed and sat in the dark, considering his options. He’d taken pictures of the men and sent them to his computer. They were low-level criminals but from Hammer’s neck of the woods, which made him wonder if Stark had come to the same conclusion as him.
It was hours later when Stark stirred and sat up. He looked around then started as he saw the shadow by the window.
“Fuck! You really know how to just… blend in, don’t you? What happened?”
“You were drugged. At dinner. Two men were going to carry you off, courtesy of the maitre’d at the restaurant. I think you should be more careful.”
“So you keep saying.” Stark rubbed his head and rose to get a drink of water. Batman walked up behind him and slid his hands over the man’s shoulders, rubbing his neck.
Stark let him, and when he stopped he turned around to ask, “Why aren’t you back in Gotham? And why were you after Wayne?”
“I wasn’t after him. I had a message from the Gotham PD that I delivered. He returned and saw them, and everything’s fine. It’s not like he’s a criminal or something, he’s just another spoiled little playboy.”
Stark looked at him and a small smile played on Batman’s lips.
“Is that how you see me?”
“Oh, definitely. You have other uses, obviously, but that doesn’t change the fact that you are… in essence, not much different than Wayne.”
Or different at all, Batman thought amusedly.
“So why are you here?”
“Because I told you, you do good work, and there isn’t enough of that.” Batman’s hands traced Tony’s jaw then dropped to cup his ass, kneading the flesh. “And there’s… other reasons…”
Tony just looked at him. “You can’t think that I’m just going to let you -”
Batman picked Tony up, kissing him hard, and then moved his hands down, undoing Tony’s pants and letting them drop to the floor. The shirt was ripped off but he was careful of the glowing arc reactor. He knew what it did, and how important it was. He pushed Tony’s underwear to his ankles and noticed how hard the man was.
A smile flitted over his lips again and he slid his hands up, parting the man’s legs and slowly lifted him into the air again. He reached down, into the nightstand, finding lube and coating his gloved hand. He began teasing the man’s hole as his mouth found Stark’s and began devouring it.
Stark was gripping his shoulders tight, but without his armor what could he do, really?
The first push of the gloved finger inside him and Stark let out a long groan. When the second one joined it, he let out another, his cock dripping shiny pearls of pre-cum down the dark Kevlar. Batman slid those fingers in and out for a few moments then added a third, or tried to. Stark let out a cry and arched up. He was more than ready.
Batman touched a button on his belt and a panel slid away, his thick aching cock finally released. He slid his fingers out, then quickly guided his cock inside before his hole could close again. Tony whimpered and Batman began bouncing him up and down on his cock, still not letting him touch the floor. He had nowhere to go but further down his throbbing member and it felt incredible. Batman walked to the wall, pushing Tony’s back against it so he could begin thrusting up into him, hard and fast.
Tony took it, his body straining, his beautiful mouth covering Batman’s as his moans became louder.
Batman kept thrusting, their bodies thumping on the wall, knocking down various pictures, then he felt Tony clench around him, getting ready to cum and he growled and held him down on his cock as he filled him, spraying up inside him over and over.
Then he slid down, finally letting Tony’s feet hit the floor, and slid his mouth over his cock, thrusting his gloved fingers back inside. After two good thrusts against his prostate, Tony pushed his cock deep down his throat and held onto his head as he came.
The taste of him was wonderful.
Batman rose and did up his costume and Stark sank onto the bed.
“What the hell just happened…?”
“I think that perhaps it’s Justin Hammer we should look at. He seems to be the most likely suspect right now. What do you think?” Batman asked conversationally as he went to the bathroom and washed his hands. He looked over his shoulder. “It’s either him or this other guy, and this kind of sloppiness points to someone dumb, which I take Hammer to be.”
- - -
“Hammer… Right…” Tony was a little slow on the uptake, he could admit that, but he’d just had his brains handed to him through his cock, pretty much.
He’d had plenty of good sex in his life - awesome sex, too - but none of it had really taken him as much by surprise as what happened three minutes ago.
His brain needed a reboot and Batman just kept going on about Hammer and Tony had no idea how he did that. While he didn’t tend to be paralyzed after sex - he was much more likely to roll off the bed and spend the rest of the night in his workshop - he definitely didn’t feel like talking about Justin Hammer right now.
Maybe it was the drug someone had slipped into his drink. Yeah, that had to be it, and the Bat should take pity on him, or at least stop fucking talking.
He attempted to think back, to the moment he had come to in his room, realizing something was wrong, then almost having Batman give him a shoulder rub - which led to something he hadn’t done for a long time, and definitely not with a guy who could pick him up clear off the ground without breaking a sweat. Not since he was a teenager, and even then he had known better.
“Just so that we’re on the same page about this,” Tony started, trying to lift himself up, noticing several aches in his body that hadn’t been there earlier, “what the hell just happened?”
He was pretty sure Batman just raised an eyebrow at him. He hadn’t taken that mask off. He hadn’t even taken those damn gloves off, and Tony wasn’t going to admit to anyone, ever, how much that turned him on. His eyes trailed down the Kevlar-covered form, shaped like a muscled body, hiding whatever lurked beneath besides that thick cock that had just tried to split him in two. The other man had cleaned up, mostly, but Tony could see the light catching Batman’s stomach area differently at the spot where Tony’s cock had been rubbing against him just moments earlier.
Tony moved his gaze, pointedly not looking at the glove-covered fingers that had already been washed.
“Can you focus?” Batman asked. “We were talking about -”
“Hammer. Yeah, don’t worry about it. His imagination is limited and I’ll give him a spanking if he thinks he can mess with me again.” He halted. “Not the kind of spanking you’re probably thinking of; the non-sexual, figurative kind. That’s what people usually mean when they talk about spanking.”
Another raised eyebrow met his words, he was sure of that. The Bat seemed unimpressed. Had it been J.A.R.V.I.S., he would have complained Tony hadn’t set proper perimeters or specifications.
Tony heaved out a breath. “Whatever. Just… give me a few hours, okay? I need to…” He closed his eyes, knowing he needed a nap after being fucked against the fucking wall by the fucking Batman. Seriously, was this his life now?
And to think he had been jerking off to a simple kiss just last night.
There was a slight draft, a swoosh of a cloak, and Tony sensed he was alone. To make sure, he opened his eyes and looked, but couldn’t see the other man anymore. “Not a cuddler,” he observed unnecessarily to the empty room then rolled over and promptly fell asleep. If someone broke into his room… well, he was pretty sure the man-sized bat was still around, watching with dry amusement, maybe even with that smile on his lips that Tony’s brain had just memorized in the middle of everything.
“I’m so fucked,” he groaned into the pillow.
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Title: Dark Iron
Authors: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com), Nikki6 (nikki6) (ellcrys3 (at) hotmail.com)
Fandom: Batman (Nolan-verse) / Iron Man (MCU)
Era: Post The Dark Knight Rises movie, post The Avengers movie
Genre: Erotica, action, drama
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Tony Stark (Iron Man), Bruce Wayne (Batman). (Appearances & mentions: John Blake (Robin), J.A.R.V.I.S., Selina Kyle (Catwoman), Alfred Pennyworth, Pepper Potts)
Pairings: Bruce/Tony (implied past: Bruce/Joker, Bruce/Selina, Pepper/Tony)
Summary: A crashing first encounter puts Batman and Iron Man face to face. They have surprisingly much in common - at least when it comes to Tony Stark and the Bat.
Complete.
Written for: Kink Big Bang 2012 (kink-bigbang)
Artist: Ash (sly-fuck)
Warnings: Kinky m/m sex (including: bondage and spanking, uniform kink, various toys, fisting, some heavy disregard of SSC), language, some violence. Vague spoilers for Batman movies (Nolan verse) and The Avengers/Iron Man films.
Disclaimer: Batman film and all within them belong to DC Comics, Christopher Nolan, Warner Bros. Pictures, Legendary Pictures and Syncopy Films. Iron Man (and The Avengers) and all encompassed within them belong to Marvel, Jon Favreau, Joss Whedon, Paramount Pictures and Walt Disney Pictures. We own nothing and no profit was made by writing this story.
Beta: Mythra (mythras-fire)
Feedback: We love it.
Authors' notes: First of all, this is all Nikki’s fault; she corrupted Del’s mind with kinkyness many years ago.
Secondly, we thought hard about how other people write their collaboration works. We didn’t figure it out so we decided to do it the only way we know - a format very close to play-by-post RPG, which we’ve done for years now. Del was in charge of Mr. Stark’s POV, and Nikki handled Mr. Wayne. (These two go together so well it should be canon.)
We hope you’ll enjoy the fic - and if anyone feels like asking, this might be turning into a series. You have been warned.
Furthermore, our awesome beta wanted to include this warning: “Do not read all in one sitting or your brain and other pertinent organs might spontaneously combust and/or leak fluids all over the screen…”
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Art by Ash! (sly-fuck)
Written for Kink Big Bang 2012, by Del Rion and Nikki6.
Dark Iron
Tony Stark wasn’t certain whether driving with the top down would actually air out his thoughts or not, but no one could blame him for lack of trying. He could’ve tried doing the equivalent of ‘driving with the top down’ while in the suit but that might have ended in discomfort so he had opted for the more old-school version.
The few months following the fight in Manhattan had been a quiet disaster of ever-expanding proportions. First the Avengers scattered to the four winds and it remained to be seen whether they would ever be united again; that left Tony alone with his Iron Man gig. Pepper had wanted to take a ‘time out’ because she thought they needed it - or rather, she did after Tony almost got himself killed while flying a nuclear missile through an alien space portal - which left him alone handle everything with his reoccurring nightmares and deteriorating self-control.
“Sir,” a cultured British voice announced in his ear.
“Yeah, J.A.R.V.I.S.?” Tony replied to his AI.
“Your attention is required; a group of criminals wearing high-tech armor has robbed three casinos in Las Vegas simultaneously. Local officials are asking you to apprehend them, seeing as they don’t have sufficient firepower to handle the situation.”
“Vegas, huh? Guess the house doesn’t always win,” Tony noted and pulled over to the side of the road, not waiting for the dust to settle around the car before he opened a secret panel and indentified himself in the scanner. “Let’s give the new retractable suit a test drive. Drive the car home after I’m done and try not to break too many traffic laws.”
“With all due respect, sir, I have yet to be ticketed for any offenses whereas you -”
Tony dismissed the rest of it, getting out of the car and popping the trunk. Version two of the suitcase-armor lay there, pristine and yet to be tested in combat but this was a good chance to do that. After a quick look around - although who was he kidding, the world had seen it all - he stripped off his jacket and slid on a long-sleeved shirt, then changed his pants; he knew by now what not to wear under the armor. Next he activated the armor and it began to power up, sliding open and snapping around his body, snug and comforting.
“Bring up the details on HUD,” Tony commanded and J.A.R.V.I.S. uploaded the necessary information of the robbery and on-going pursuit to the Heads Up Display in front of his eyes. Their tech seemed decent, perhaps a crude copy of his Iron Man armor, overpowering the casino security and the authorities easily enough.
He started up the engines, taking off and flying out to intercept them in the next twenty minutes or so, depending on how well the repulsors of the new suit worked. Beneath him his car took off on its own, remotely driven by his AI and the vehicle would probably find its way safely back to his Malibu garage.
The robbers didn’t expect to be derailed mid-air. Their suits were faster than helicopters and getting actual army planes on this kind of chase was unlikely. Besides, if they had known Iron Man was coming… The goons sure didn’t expect it and he took two of them down before they even knew what hit them. The rest of them had more time to react and pointed their weapons at him, not doing much harm while trying to protect their stolen money, which made it easy to out-maneuver them.
Of course they didn’t go down without a fight, breaking formation, weaving lower towards the ground, a few of them hoping to escape under cover of darkness. So much for team-work and loyalty. Tony shot down two more of them, tagged another with a tracker should he lose him, then dove in after the one who seemed willing to take a riskier road, diving low towards a road beneath them. Tony followed easily, planning on using a new weapons system, but while he fiddled with the controls the guy ahead of him dropped something that exploded in front of him and covered everything in thick smoke.
Before he got his sensors back on, Tony had flown through a sign that boldly promised a ‘Good Time For All In Las Vegas!’ and careened down out of the sky, ending up on top of a car which whirled around and stopped on the side of the road.
“Urgh,” Tony commented, lifting himself a little, half-embedded in the hood. He noted it was a rather fine-looking car - he might have one of those in his own garage, or was that the model he had never gotten his hands on? Well, it was scrap metal now and he raised his head, meeting the eyes of the man inside - well, not that the guy could see more than his helmet, yet he regarded Iron Man back without screaming or shouting, which meant he was either in shock or taking this way cooler than would a normal person. He was a handsome fellow, Tony noted, and he was pretty sure he knew him from somewhere.
And just like that the airbag exploded, albeit belatedly, but it did a good job of filling the interior of the car, blocking the man’s line of sight of him. Tony took that as an excellent moment to make his exit and throw a quick ‘sorry!’ over his shoulder; he had some crooks to catch and if the guy drove around with a car like that, his insurance could just get him another - or his lawyers would demand that Tony buy him a replacement; that had been known to happen ever since he publicly came out as Iron Man.
- - -
“Take a vacation, Master Bruce. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy the fruits of your labor,” Alfred had said. The man had practically pushed him out the door of Wayne Manor and Bruce hadn’t even had time to remind him of what had happened last time he went on a ‘vacation’ to enjoy the peace his blood, sweat, and tears had wrought.
He’d ended up alone in France, a couple hundred thousand dollars poorer and shaking his head at himself. How could he expect any better from Selena? She was a female feline, after all.
Now, with Blake making a name for himself, and Gotham City quiet for the moment, he decided that he might as well do as Alfred had ‘suggested’. Batman wasn’t needed right now. Robin had it well in hand and really, he was tired of the never-ending patrolling, and the constant reminders of how low the human race could stoop. His face had begun to look rather grim, making both Alfred and Robin shake their heads.
He hadn’t been to Vegas in quite some time. He flew there in his jet, taking one of his favorite cars with him in the hold. After all, he liked to drive and he hated renting cars.
They always had that smell.
He had checked in and then headed out to the desert in his car, wanting to really get going. He hadn’t gotten far however, when there was a crash and the sign in front of him exploded and a hunk of red and gold metal smashed into his hood.
He blinked.
The figure raised its head and he raised an eyebrow.
Iron Man, aka Tony Stark.
The airbag blew and the man called out a hurried apology over his shoulder as he took off again.
And Bruce Wayne just watched him go.
- - -
Bruce got himself back to the hotel and ended up going down and having a drink in the lounge. He could gamble, but he had never really found it that exciting.
And he was still pissed about his car.
He loved that car.
He was just finishing his second drink when another was put in front of him. ”From the gentleman at the end of the bar,” the bartender said quietly.
He glanced down the bar and Tony Stark smiled at him and tipped a glass in his direction before walking over to join him.
“Bruce Wayne,” the man said to show he knew to whom he was speaking.
“Tony Stark,” Bruce replied in kind.
“What brings you here?”
“Vacation.”
“I’m sorry about your car… I was out doing hero stuff and sometimes there is… collateral damage.”
Bruce just looked at him. “I loved that car.”
“I…” and Tony stopped as a crowd of paparazzi rushed in and snapped pictures, calling out their names. He threw an arm around Bruce and said, “Mr. Wayne and I are just two old guys enjoying the lovely Vegas scenery.”
Bruce endured the pictures, regarding the other man with slight amusement, then as the reporters and photographers dispersed he looked at the other man.
“You owe me a car. Thanks for the drink.” Then he tossed back the rest of it and walked out.
- - -
Instead of flying back home, Tony decided to hand over the criminals in person and stick around in Sin City. He got himself a nice room, nice clothes, a nice dinner - and then found himself drinking at one of the lavish hotel bars, quite certain that if he kept up the pace he might have to return to his room to continue in private.
When had Tony Stark become so considerate and worried about his level of inebriation? He could just as well rent out the entire place and get so smashed -
His eyes slid over the bar idly and spotted a familiar figure. Or, rather, a face, sitting there just as unimpressed by everything as he had been when Tony crashed into his car - well, when Iron Man crashed into his car, because there was a distinction, although not a big one.
He called the bartender over, told him to get the man another drink once he finished his current one, and soon enough the hazel eyes followed the bar down to him and Tony greeted him with a silent toast, then considered it might be seen as a polite gesture to go over and perhaps apologize about his car. Again.
“Bruce Wayne,” it all fell into place for Tony when he stopped next to him; the golden boy of Gotham City. They had attended same functions a few times; shaken hands, shared empty compliments - all that jazz.
Yeah, the man could definitely buy himself a new car.
“Tony Stark,” Bruce replied in kind, well aware to whom he was speaking.
Tony asked what the man was doing here - although wasn’t that obvious? - then proceeded to apologize about the car anyway.
Apparently Wayne had really liked that car. Bummer.
The paparazzi very conveniently discovered them at that point, giving Tony a smooth exit from the topic and no sooner were the camera-carrying vultures gone that Mr. Wayne threw back his drink, thanked him for it and left - not without telling him, of course, that Tony owed him a car.
Tony stayed but not for long, figuring that perhaps his assessment had been correct and he was an old man; he just didn’t want to spend the night drinking, knowing it wouldn’t help him sleep worth a damn and he lacked the proper company. Not that companionship had ever been a problem but he had dialed the entire thing down because of Pepper and now that she wasn’t here, he had no idea what to do with himself.
Let it be stated that Pepper Potts ruined Tony Stark.
He returned to his room, drinking some more there, watching the scenery. People milled around on the streets, happy or sad depending on how much money they had managed to hold onto. Maybe he should go gambling, seeing as he had saved the asses of a couple casinos. They might feel like they were indebted to him -
His room fell into complete darkness with a small electric click. Well, to be fair, the entire building went dark and silent around him. Leaning further over to the window, Tony looked out, craning his neck. The city block had gone dark, which was a bit peculiar but nothing to be alarmed about. It would probably fix itself in a few seconds…
It didn’t and he huffed with annoyance although he didn’t really need the lights to keep drinking if he wanted to. Also, he had his own built-in nightlight although he felt like kicking himself for thinking that; it wasn’t the reason for the arc reactor in his chest, casting a slightly bluish glow around him in the darkness. Others might joke because they tended to forget the real reason for the advanced machinery embedded in his chest cavity. Tony never did.
Outside, the night progressed as before. Yelling, laughter, howls of joy or despair, voices mingling and cars dodging drunk pedestrians. The building, however, was quiet.
Too quiet.
He didn’t realize it at once but supposed he should have; there were no people in the corridors, poking their heads out and stating the obvious about the blackout. No complaints. No staff members doing their rounds, making apologies and making sure everyone was okay.
It was completely, eerily silent.
That should have tingled some superhero’s sixth sense, he supposed, and he briefly thought of going to put on the suit, just for his own peace of mind because he still had trouble dealing with dark, quiet places - they reminded him of the dark quiet of space - but he never got there because his door exploded and he had just enough time to twitch and miss the first batch of bullets aimed his way.
He threw himself to the floor, counting in his head the odds of reaching the suit - not likely without getting peppered with bullets - and another gun began to sing, penetrating the couch he was hiding behind. Not good.
Just as suddenly there was a yell and something much bigger and softer than a bullet came flying through the air, hitting the wide glass window behind him, making it crack and leaving the figure slumped on the floor, groaning. The bullets had changed direction, aiming at something else, giving Tony the opening he needed.
He scrambled up and towards the bedroom where he had hid the suit, then spotted a faint movement from the guy who had just flown through the room; he was picking himself up, a gun in hand. Tony changed directions, aiming a kick at the guy’s head, missing just slightly. He twisted away, a shot making his ears ring, leaving a smoking hole in the carpet next to him as he rolled over and tried getting to the man again, pretty certain at this point they hadn’t accidentally picked this room.
The armed guy was scrambling up, trying to overcome the apparent disorientation in his body and aim the gun at him at the same time. Tony shifted, felt his hand hit something, then curled his fingers around it and threw the crystal glass he had been sipping from just a moment ago at the man’s head, aiming to distract him. The man shouted and stumbled. Tony lifted himself off the floor and up - running straight into something dark and solid. A wall? No, it smelled of Kevlar, blood, and sweat and moved to grip his shoulder and shove him to the side, onto the couch filled with bullet holes.
Tony saw a shadow move, heard a shot, covering his own head in case the bullet bounced off the armored figure, then heard the slam of a body against a solid wall and nothing else but his own labored breathing - and perhaps it matched that of the man who had possibly saved him because he wasn’t sure if he was alone in the room or not.
Not, he decided, when he saw the darkness morph into the imposing figure standing at the end of the couch, so still Tony might have missed him if he didn’t know he was there.
In the faint glow of the arc reactor he made out the shape of his head, of two pointed ears sticking upwards; fucking Batman.
- - -
Bruce had been on the roof.
He liked roofs. You could stand up there and see all around you, and he had always enjoyed the peace and quiet, which, let’s face it, in Vegas, was easier said than done.
Then the power suddenly went out, and he looked down and across at the hotel. Gas was filling the rooms and people were collapsing. Something big was going down. He quickly glided across the roof and slid down the side of the building, smashing through the window of the nearest room.
He could hear distant screams and voices in the hall. He opened the door a crack and peered out. Men who were wearing gas masks were standing there, a half dozen of them.
“Stark’s room is two floors above. We’ll get him and get out. Everyone else is out of it,” a voice growled.
He slid into the hall as they went around the corner. His night vision switched on and he found an elevator shaft and climbed up two floors. He pushed the doors open and heard the explosion as the door to Stark’s penthouse room was destroyed and the last man rushed into his room. He moved quickly down the hall and followed them in.
He attacked from behind, and the element of surprise gave him an even bigger advantage, not that he needed it. They were not very strong or smart to begin with, they had been depending on surprise and numbers. Soon they would have neither.
He grabbed Stark, pushing him behind him, and then incapacitated the last guy. The lights were still out and Stark rose slowly.
“Batman.”
“Where’s your suit?”
“Other room.”
“Not particularly helpful.”
“I didn’t realize I was about to be attacked.”
“Obviously.”
He looked at Stark. The man was notoriously careless with his own safety, and the Batman was rather offended by that. He should’ve been able to take out these men with his eyes closed. But instead, he was sitting here, drinking. Sloppy.
“What is Batman doing in Vegas?” Stark mused suddenly.
“I came to retrieve someone for the Gotham police. A playboy. Maybe you’ve seen him, his name is Bruce Wayne.”
“Oh… I… maybe…”
Batman looked at him. ”I would be more careful in the future. When a secret identity is no longer secret… you should probably be ready for anything.”
Then he went to the door. The lights came back on and Stark looked up at him.
“Thanks for your help,” he commented dryly.
“You’re welcome. Remember what I said.”
And the Batman left.
- - -
Tony supposed this counted as ‘polite conversation’ for the man who dressed like a bat and growled out every word as if he were on the verge of losing his voice.
Not that he didn’t find those things sexy; some of them actually shot down pretty close to his groin area, which was a safety-hazard even in his own book. Dating super-heroes? Not awesome or good for one’s health, even he knew that.
After glancing around his room he noted he might need a new one - and would probably have to pay for the damages although he didn’t think what had happened was entirely his fault. Also, maybe he should track down Mr. Wayne and inform him that a big bad bat was on his tail about… something. What had he done to get there?
His interest piqued, he went down to the lobby, finding the staff disoriented and barely awake. A faint smell of gas was in the air and that explained why no one had been around after the power went out. Tony wrote them a fat check to cover the damages then went back to the penthouse and suited up.
“Now, where to find a rich playboy on such a fine night?” he mused out loud, flying into the sky and soaring above the streets. “J.A.R.V.I.S., see if you can locate Mr. Wayne.” While he thought he and Bats might be on the same side, you never knew with vigilantes and the news of Batman had always been… conflicted at best. Sometimes he was seen as the big villain, then the savior of his city - and when had the Bat ever left Gotham before? This had to be something big.
While his AI worked on finding Wayne, Tony flew around the city, mildly amused whenever a flash of a camera was aimed upwards. He might not be wearing one of his bigger armors, the suitcase version being much more compact and slim, but who wasn’t going to recognize him?
He shot a bit further upwards, wondering if Wayne was covering his trail if he knew he was being tracked, then noticed something on top of a building: a black cape catching the wind. He flew around, picking up speed, then landed next to Batman who seemed to be admiring the view. Tony knew looks could be deceiving, though, and the man didn’t seem like someone who wasted his time on sightseeing.
“I suppose I owe you for earlier,” Tony noted although he didn’t honestly feel that way. He could have handled it, somehow. He always did. “About Wayne… what has he done to drag you out of your cave? You have a secret lair in a cave, right? Or in the belfry; both would be fitting.”
The dark-rimmed eyes regarded him coolly. Tony wondered if the man had ever looked cheery in his whole life, what with that brooding set of his mouth. He should lighten up.
“It’s none of your business,” Batman finally replied.
“Okay, that’s cool, too; you don’t want me to play with your toys and that side of the sandbox is yours.” On second thought, he started paying attention to what the man was wearing, scanning it. “That’s… pretty awesome tech you’re carrying there,” he noted. The engineer-inventor in him could appreciate the work that had clearly gone into Batman’s gear. “Who’s your tailor? Not that I’m interested in wearing a cape since it causes wind resistance -”
“Do you ever shut up?” the other asked, impatience in his voice. Maybe he was on Wayne’s trail and Tony was slowing him down - although just standing on a rooftop really didn’t seem like a chase.
“If you knew me any better, you would know the answer,” Tony grinned although obviously the other man couldn’t see it through the helmet.
There was a grunt and the other man turned, started running and then jumped off the roof - only to fire a cable to the next building, soaring between them until he found a perfect landing and continued.
Tony really had no reason to follow him - or not follow him, for that matter - so he took after the Bat, following his progress, wondering if he was going after a scent. “J, found Wayne yet?”
“I’m afraid not, sir. It seems he has masked his trail quite well and isn’t using a credit card issued by Wayne Enterprises.”
Tony frowned. Who was the bad guy here, then? He had a bad feeling about this and being someone who had been betrayed a few times by people he trusted, he decided to follow the Bat and see where that led him.
- - -
To lose Iron Man wasn’t easy, but when he had finally done it, Batman shook his head.
What an annoying individual he was. So arrogant, conceited, and self-important. No wonder his girlfriend had left him, if the rumors were to be believed.
But someone was after him, and that piqued his interest. Why take the chance? Iron Man wasn’t some minor hero, he had considerable power, so why take the risk of taking him out and failing? It couldn’t have been that the men who attacked Stark were the ones behind the plan. They were idiots. Someone else was pulling the strings.
Bruce wanted to know who that was.
He contacted Robin and had him put some things into place. “Set up the decoy for a couple days.”
“You want people to think Bruce Wayne is here?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. You need help?”
“No, just let me know if anything odd goes on.”
He hung up and used his remote access to the Batcave’s computers to search for anyone who might have the power and the interest in taking Tony Stark out.
It wasn’t easy to narrow that list down.
He wasn’t very well liked.
That night, when it was dusk, he headed out, looking around the top of the hotel where Stark was staying. He had been there for a little bit when there was a whoosh beside him and the gold and red armor hovered then landed beside him.
“You’re still here.”
“Obviously.”
“Bruce Wayne is back in Gotham.”
“I know.”
“So… why are you still here?”
“I’m interested in seeing who would be strong enough to try and take out someone of your… prestige.”
“You’re worried about me? I’m touched.”
“You know it must’ve been someone with a fair amount of backing or power of their own. An unknown enemy is a dangerous enemy.”
“Maybe they weren’t really after me, maybe it was just those idiots being mad at me for wrecking their heist…”
Batman’s next words were cut off by a sudden hiss and he threw himself to the side, taking Iron Man down with him. The rocket exploded where they had been standing, chunks of rubble falling down around them, dust obscuring everything.
By the time the dust had cleared, the two costumed men were gone, inside the building and though Batman was all for searching for the men, Iron Man shook his head. “Later… J.A.R.V.I.S. can narrow down their location. They launched it from the building across the street, and by the time we get there, they’ll have mingled with the casino crowd.”
They entered Stark’s suite and Batman looked at him mockingly. “You were saying this was only about a robbery?”
“Well, maybe they were after you. You must have enemies…”
“Not as many as you, I’m thinking…”
“Nice.”
“You need to take more care. This is serious. You’re like a child. A spoiled, bratty child,” Bruce growled.
“What are you going to do about it, Batman? Spank me?” the man chuckled as he removed his armor.
As soon as the armor was put away, he had a hold of him, throwing Stark over his lap and giving him ten good wallops. He pushed him off his lap and Stark knelt there on the floor, panting and looking up at him, a mix of anger and amusement on his face.
“Didn’t seem to do much,” Batman shrugged.
He suddenly wished he’d yanked the man’s pants down, turned those ass cheeks rosy red and steaming, maybe show him how gloved fingers felt when they…
He swallowed, his cock hard and aching and his breath raspy. He hadn’t felt this aroused in a long time, and a hard smile appeared on his tight lips.
The things he could do to Stark…
- - -
Finding Batman stalking his new hotel room wasn’t a shock although Tony hadn’t thought the man would return after he had gone to so much trouble to lose him just last night. It sure looked like Batman wasn’t going to join the Iron Man fan club.
With Wayne gone, Tony had assumed the masked vigilante would just return to Gotham, but apparently there was something here to entertain him. He didn’t believe for a moment the Bat was concerned for Tony’s safety, which led him to wonder what his real endgame was.
Of course, after almost being taken out by a rocket which had a very peculiar power signature - Tony allowed J.A.R.V.I.S. to work on that while he was otherwise occupied - and having the Bat follow him into his new penthouse suite, he was forced to consider all of it from a whole new direction; no sooner was his armor off did he find himself being manhandled over the other man’s lap and having his behind mistreated.
Tony counted ten precise strikes that were muffled by his clothes but which still showed a lot of strength behind that arm. As he was pushed off he attempted to gear his brain towards a witty remark, not at all impressed by this, yet he dialed down the anger and shock.
Okay, so it wasn’t the first time someone had tried to chastise him this way - although it usually included some semi-naughty role playing in bed, which he hadn’t been partial to for years; after becoming a superhero, bodily violence had become a bit too real for him and he simply didn’t trust people anymore.
“Didn’t seem to do much,” Batman admitted, then seemed to mull over it hard, eventually finishing with a rather creepy smile. He really shouldn’t have looked so satisfied with himself.
“Better men than you have tried,” Tony noted, picking himself up with as much grace as he could muster. His ass hurt, after all, but he wasn’t going to show weakness. If Batman was anything like some of the vigilantes he had met, feigning being unscathed and unwavering was important. “You want a drink?” he asked, heading for the bar.
There was no reply and Tony suddenly wondered if the other man had just disappeared, leaving behind an open window and fluttering curtains, but there was no draft - only silence. He looked over, surprised to find the caped crusader still standing there, quiet like a statue. What little Tony could see of his expression was…
“Oh my god,” he mused with mock horror, “don’t tell me I just emotionally broke you. We can pretend this never happened if it helps,” he added, unable to hide the grin. He poured himself a drink then looked over at Batman again. “And just for the record,” he added, smile vanishing, “the next time you touch me without an invitation, I’ll break your hand.” He had never liked feeling vulnerable - especially not after he needed an arc reactor in his chest to keep him alive and was paranoid about his safety - and as hot as that might have been, in some b-rated porn flick, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to allow his brain to go down that road.
Correction: he most certainly didn’t want his brain or libido going down that road, although they very much liked to think it was a perfectly good idea to be spanked by a grown man who dressed in a bat-shaped Kevlar outfit.
He downed his drink perhaps a bit quicker than he should have and poured another, then slid out his phone to check on J.A.R.V.I.S.’s progress finding out something about the people attacking him. Perhaps he could trace their weapons, residuals from some component, even track them in the casino crowd…
It was an awesome idea and he should really get on with that when his AI completed the calculations, which meant this little visit should be cut short so that he could actually get to work. He looked up to tell his visitor to leave then noticed the spot Batman had occupied just moments earlier was empty.
“Huh. So much for -” he started musing to himself then got that sickening feeling from a sixth sense that he was being watched, began to turn - and almost jumped out of his skin as he realized the black-clad man was standing right behind him. How the hell had he gotten there without him noticing? He dropped the glass and waited for it to smash on the floor, but instead a gloved hand caught it, spilling half the drink before bringing it up to the bar beside Tony.
He watched in odd fascination as Batman brought his hand up to his face and sucked some of the liquid off his glove. “You have expensive taste.”
Tony swallowed. Okay, his brain, libido, and just about everything else had to gear away from this moment, right now, because otherwise he was going to regret it for sure. This man had pretty much just attacked him - in a semi-sexual way - and snuck around the room in total stealth mode, something Tony had never appreciated; he worked with two assassins from time to time, he didn’t need this shit away from them as well.
“I did offer you a drink,” Tony reminded him. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have stuff to do, so unless you’re going to be… Well, I don’t think you’ll be of use, so there’s the door, or a window - which I think you’ll prefer anyway.” It came out pretty convincing, not at all betraying what he actually might have wanted to do, especially if this were one of those b-rated porn flicks.
Tony Stark could do so much better than b-rated.
- - -
Batman just smiled again.
“You seem… a bit conflicted,” he said quietly. He bent his head suddenly, covering Stark’s lips with his own, his arms on either side him, trapping him against the bar.
It wasn’t a romantic, gentle kiss.
It was a hard, deep one, abrupt and almost jarring. It was rape committed with mouth and tongue.
And it made Bruce’s toes curl.
He pulled back after a bit and looked at Stark. “Let me know if you find out anything important. I think it might be… smart for us to work together, at least on this case.”
Then he turned and went to the window and jumped.
After all, Stark was right: he did like windows better.
- - -
The next day, Bruce looked over the information on the rocket and on people who might actually be involved. But this wasn’t his town and he knew Stark had more information than he was sharing. Typical; nothing but a glory hog.
He sighed and ate some chicken, pondering last night.
He wasn’t given to behaving like that. He remembered Selena and her tendency to scratch and occasionally whip him. He had enjoyed it, but in truth it didn’t touch the depravity he had shared with the Joker for that brief time.
Sometimes thinking of that brought him very close to returning to Arkham and having a bit of special time… just a night… It might almost be worth the risk. What that clown could do with his ruined mouth…
He had liked the way Stark’s mouth felt, too. He was an attractive man, no doubt about it. And he did keep himself… fit.
Bruce sat back, and smiled to himself. After all, Alfred had told him to relax and enjoy himself.
- - -
Tony knew it was going to be a slippery slope from here on out. Too slippery, perhaps, but he wasn’t known for backing down when other people saw it as an option; he pushed forward, to hell with the consequences, because he was Tony Stark and he could do it.
The kiss had come as much out of nowhere as the spanking, and for the time being he wasn’t certain which took him more by surprise. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised at all, seeing as how disturbed some vigilantes were as individuals, their concept of the real world shaken.
Not that he was any better, probably, but that had been the case his entire life, more or less; Tony had never had the desire to be a part of society and its norms. He bent them, advanced them, creating his own plane of existence…
Sometimes, however, his world and those of others collided and right now he could either shrug it off as if it never happened, or get some precious jerk-off material for later.
Tony being Tony, he of course grabbed onto the latter while still considering the first; as he lay down that night, too pumped up to actually fall asleep, he touched his cock and closed his eyes. He could envision the biting edge of the bar behind him as his fingers worked, the faint brush of Kevlar-covered arms against his sides, trapping him in effectively and simply. The hard mouth on his, not asking, not waiting for him to catch up, over altogether too soon… That voice, rough and rubbing against his eardrums…
He arched slightly, opening his eyes to make sure he was still alone in the room, yet he could remember the smell of him; his hand heavy as it struck him and Tony shamelessly pushed his free hand down past the one stroking himself, squeezing the still-aching flesh of his right ass cheek. The brief discomfort sent him right over the edge and he steadied his breathing for a moment then got up long enough to clean himself up, after which he threw himself back down on the bed and forced his mind to stop and go to sleep.
If he dreamt of a deep, guttural voice and the swoosh of a dark cape, he didn’t remember it in the morning. However, J.A.R.V.I.S. was done crunching the numbers and Tony sent some of them over to the Bat - he had grabbed his comm frequency while he was visiting.
After breakfast he ordered some stuff and began to tweak the armor, transforming the luxury penthouse into a mini lab. Sure, he could have just gone back to Malibu for this but it would have taken a couple extra hours - plus he wanted to stay in Vegas in case those people tried to get to him again. Once he could track their weapons’ energy output signature, however, he would know at whom to shoot back.
It was already getting dark outside when he realized he had spent the entire day with just breakfast and coffee. The suit’s tracker was now finished and he had moved onto a few other projects he came up with. Time for a break, he guessed, unfolded himself from the floor and showered quickly, locking down the armor and stepping outside.
As he stood in the elevator he pulled out his phone, attempting to track the Bat’s signal, but apparently he was being blocked. Another project for the rest of the night, he guessed; Tony liked being on top of things and he wasn’t sure if he could trust Batman. The man seemed to have a rather odd way of dealing with people he wanted to work with - not that Tony knew if Batman had ever worked directly with someone before, least of all another superhero. Or maybe he wasn’t that interested in working with him as he was in other matters.
Usually Tony wouldn’t have cared - would have welcomed the attention, in fact - but Batman wasn’t some pretty thing on two legs he could pick up from a party and then discard come morning; the man was physically stronger than him, may or may not have some control issues, and Tony wasn’t sure how his own alpha dog instincts were dealing with all that. Sure, he could jerk off to it, but if things escalated…
Maybe he should have worn the suit. Not that he expected to be mauled by a big bat in the middle of a crowded area. It wasn’t like he was going to just roll over and submit either. If Batman thought that was going happen, he had another thing coming.
Confident in his newfound resolve he stepped into one of the expensive restaurants, getting himself a quiet, restricted corner and many friendly smiles from the staff; they knew who he was, with or without the armor.
He glanced at his phone again. No calls or messages from Pepper; she was busy leading a company and not thinking of him. Nothing alarming that S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Avengers would need him for. He sighed and guessed that it was nice someone here was noticing him - even if it was a bunch of criminals trying to kill him. Well, possibly kill him, because he wasn’t convinced of their motives yet.
And then there was the Bat, of course, whose motives he didn’t trust and whose presence here worried him now that Wayne had returned to Gotham. Maybe he should have J.A.R.V.I.S. take another look at that once he had finished eating, see what all that had been about.
- - -
Bruce had monitored Tony Stark’s movements and had pinpointed some of the weapons used against him to one of two companies. He chose the first because that one happened to be run by Justin Hammer, and as everyone knew, Hammer hated Stark with a blind passion. He’d been released from prison but he was substantially poorer when he got out and kind of a joke in the tech world.
He followed Tony to a restaurant and then watched. The man seemed a bit… out of it after awhile yet to Batman’s count, he’d had two drinks. He knew Tony Stark could drink more than that.
His head began to bob a little and he rose a tad unsteadily and the maitre’d helped him to the elevator. Two men dressed as hotel employees were there and they took both of Stark’s arms, and pulled him into the elevator and hit the button to go up. Half-way to the next floor, Batman dropped down between them and said conversationally: “I’ll take it from here.”
The men were stunned and took a bit longer to react than they should’ve.
Both were unconscious in seconds and Batman carried Stark up to his suite. He put him on the bed and sat in the dark, considering his options. He’d taken pictures of the men and sent them to his computer. They were low-level criminals but from Hammer’s neck of the woods, which made him wonder if Stark had come to the same conclusion as him.
It was hours later when Stark stirred and sat up. He looked around then started as he saw the shadow by the window.
“Fuck! You really know how to just… blend in, don’t you? What happened?”
“You were drugged. At dinner. Two men were going to carry you off, courtesy of the maitre’d at the restaurant. I think you should be more careful.”
“So you keep saying.” Stark rubbed his head and rose to get a drink of water. Batman walked up behind him and slid his hands over the man’s shoulders, rubbing his neck.
Stark let him, and when he stopped he turned around to ask, “Why aren’t you back in Gotham? And why were you after Wayne?”
“I wasn’t after him. I had a message from the Gotham PD that I delivered. He returned and saw them, and everything’s fine. It’s not like he’s a criminal or something, he’s just another spoiled little playboy.”
Stark looked at him and a small smile played on Batman’s lips.
“Is that how you see me?”
“Oh, definitely. You have other uses, obviously, but that doesn’t change the fact that you are… in essence, not much different than Wayne.”
Or different at all, Batman thought amusedly.
“So why are you here?”
“Because I told you, you do good work, and there isn’t enough of that.” Batman’s hands traced Tony’s jaw then dropped to cup his ass, kneading the flesh. “And there’s… other reasons…”
Tony just looked at him. “You can’t think that I’m just going to let you -”
Batman picked Tony up, kissing him hard, and then moved his hands down, undoing Tony’s pants and letting them drop to the floor. The shirt was ripped off but he was careful of the glowing arc reactor. He knew what it did, and how important it was. He pushed Tony’s underwear to his ankles and noticed how hard the man was.
A smile flitted over his lips again and he slid his hands up, parting the man’s legs and slowly lifted him into the air again. He reached down, into the nightstand, finding lube and coating his gloved hand. He began teasing the man’s hole as his mouth found Stark’s and began devouring it.
Stark was gripping his shoulders tight, but without his armor what could he do, really?
The first push of the gloved finger inside him and Stark let out a long groan. When the second one joined it, he let out another, his cock dripping shiny pearls of pre-cum down the dark Kevlar. Batman slid those fingers in and out for a few moments then added a third, or tried to. Stark let out a cry and arched up. He was more than ready.
Batman touched a button on his belt and a panel slid away, his thick aching cock finally released. He slid his fingers out, then quickly guided his cock inside before his hole could close again. Tony whimpered and Batman began bouncing him up and down on his cock, still not letting him touch the floor. He had nowhere to go but further down his throbbing member and it felt incredible. Batman walked to the wall, pushing Tony’s back against it so he could begin thrusting up into him, hard and fast.
Tony took it, his body straining, his beautiful mouth covering Batman’s as his moans became louder.
Batman kept thrusting, their bodies thumping on the wall, knocking down various pictures, then he felt Tony clench around him, getting ready to cum and he growled and held him down on his cock as he filled him, spraying up inside him over and over.
Then he slid down, finally letting Tony’s feet hit the floor, and slid his mouth over his cock, thrusting his gloved fingers back inside. After two good thrusts against his prostate, Tony pushed his cock deep down his throat and held onto his head as he came.
The taste of him was wonderful.
Batman rose and did up his costume and Stark sank onto the bed.
“What the hell just happened…?”
“I think that perhaps it’s Justin Hammer we should look at. He seems to be the most likely suspect right now. What do you think?” Batman asked conversationally as he went to the bathroom and washed his hands. He looked over his shoulder. “It’s either him or this other guy, and this kind of sloppiness points to someone dumb, which I take Hammer to be.”
- - -
“Hammer… Right…” Tony was a little slow on the uptake, he could admit that, but he’d just had his brains handed to him through his cock, pretty much.
He’d had plenty of good sex in his life - awesome sex, too - but none of it had really taken him as much by surprise as what happened three minutes ago.
His brain needed a reboot and Batman just kept going on about Hammer and Tony had no idea how he did that. While he didn’t tend to be paralyzed after sex - he was much more likely to roll off the bed and spend the rest of the night in his workshop - he definitely didn’t feel like talking about Justin Hammer right now.
Maybe it was the drug someone had slipped into his drink. Yeah, that had to be it, and the Bat should take pity on him, or at least stop fucking talking.
He attempted to think back, to the moment he had come to in his room, realizing something was wrong, then almost having Batman give him a shoulder rub - which led to something he hadn’t done for a long time, and definitely not with a guy who could pick him up clear off the ground without breaking a sweat. Not since he was a teenager, and even then he had known better.
“Just so that we’re on the same page about this,” Tony started, trying to lift himself up, noticing several aches in his body that hadn’t been there earlier, “what the hell just happened?”
He was pretty sure Batman just raised an eyebrow at him. He hadn’t taken that mask off. He hadn’t even taken those damn gloves off, and Tony wasn’t going to admit to anyone, ever, how much that turned him on. His eyes trailed down the Kevlar-covered form, shaped like a muscled body, hiding whatever lurked beneath besides that thick cock that had just tried to split him in two. The other man had cleaned up, mostly, but Tony could see the light catching Batman’s stomach area differently at the spot where Tony’s cock had been rubbing against him just moments earlier.
Tony moved his gaze, pointedly not looking at the glove-covered fingers that had already been washed.
“Can you focus?” Batman asked. “We were talking about -”
“Hammer. Yeah, don’t worry about it. His imagination is limited and I’ll give him a spanking if he thinks he can mess with me again.” He halted. “Not the kind of spanking you’re probably thinking of; the non-sexual, figurative kind. That’s what people usually mean when they talk about spanking.”
Another raised eyebrow met his words, he was sure of that. The Bat seemed unimpressed. Had it been J.A.R.V.I.S., he would have complained Tony hadn’t set proper perimeters or specifications.
Tony heaved out a breath. “Whatever. Just… give me a few hours, okay? I need to…” He closed his eyes, knowing he needed a nap after being fucked against the fucking wall by the fucking Batman. Seriously, was this his life now?
And to think he had been jerking off to a simple kiss just last night.
There was a slight draft, a swoosh of a cloak, and Tony sensed he was alone. To make sure, he opened his eyes and looked, but couldn’t see the other man anymore. “Not a cuddler,” he observed unnecessarily to the empty room then rolled over and promptly fell asleep. If someone broke into his room… well, he was pretty sure the man-sized bat was still around, watching with dry amusement, maybe even with that smile on his lips that Tony’s brain had just memorized in the middle of everything.
“I’m so fucked,” he groaned into the pillow.
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