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Tweak says, "take me to your leader"

Tony Stark (ironinandout) wrote in x_aftermath_x,
@ 2009-01-12 17:02:00

Current location:	Tony's
Current mood:	anxious
Entry tags:	angel, iron man

Damnit Warren!
Who: Angel and Iron Man
When: Friday November 16, 2007; Evening
Where: Tony's
What: Warren comes to visit
Status: Closed
Rating: R
Warning: Men kissing and implied sex

Tony wasn't home. That was certain to get Warren's annoyance high when he arrived at the modern glass and steel home.

Now that in it's own right wasn't unusual. Tony was often not home, that or he was home, he was just pretending that he wasn't, and had locked himself up in the garage working. But he wasn't there either.

In fact, the house was empty and silent, save the computerized voice of Jarvis greeting Warren as he made his way in. Tony was out, it said, and would be returning shortly. The house sent Tony's phone a ping, to let him know that someone was waiting, and then offered for Warren to make himself at home.

About an hour later, Tony appeared, coming up from the garage two steps at a time. He knew Warren was there. That on it's own was the source of his worry, for Tony wasn't sure how Warren was going to take his.. changes. Ruefully Tony looked down at his apparently normal right hand and flexed the fingers. Yes. A lot had changed.

He found Warren in the living room at the bar, and for a moment Tony just had to look at the lovely blond. Nothing had changed - Warren was still as gorgeous as the day Tony had met him - where as Tony was getting more and more silver as the days went on. Pepper said it was stress and that he looked dignified. Tony just felt old.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tony ambled towards the bar, his tone soft as he said aloud "I see you discovered I never had the heart to disable your key."

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angel_baby
2009-01-12 05:49 pm UTC (link)

Warren picked up his wineglass and turned on the barstool to face his once and future boyfriend with a gentle smile. “I’m glad,” he answered, sipping his wine. He untangled his legs from the high barstool and stood up. He took a couple of steps towards Tony, closer but still outside of easy arms-reach.

“I was waiting for you to call, Tony. Didn’t expect it would take so long. Didn’t want it to take so long either, you know. I’ve… The last few months, well, I’ve really missed you,” he said a little sadly, although still with a small, wan smile on his face.

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ironinandout
2009-01-12 05:57 pm UTC (link)

Tony just continued to amble up, stopping at that invisible barrier between them and looked up into Warren's face. Warren was taller than Tony by several inches, and Tony honestly liked the difference.

He listened to Warren's words, knowing just how hard they probably were for the blond to admit. Warren always skirted the edge of affection, anyone other than Tony might not have known how to read between the lines, to hear to the words that Warren refused to say.

"I've missed you too, Warr.." he then said slowly, carefully. "A lot has happened.. I heard about you and your dad," he then said. Nervous, Tony pulled his right hand out of his pocket and pushed his fingers through his hair. "I just.. I don't know.. Shit's been so busy. I needed you here, and then when I tried to call you, your dad told me to get the fuck away from his son."

He shrugged some, and then dropped his hand, his dark eyes turning to Warren's face as he murmured softly, "I really missed you too.. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

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angel_baby
2009-01-12 06:19 pm UTC (link)

Warren’s face paled. “My father,” he said with a sharp snort of bitter laughter. “Well. That sonuvabitch.” Warren’s jaw was clenched so tight his lips barely moved. Feathers rattled as his wings twitched angrily. He spun around and leaned into the wall, arms braced and head down, silent and still but for the quivering of his wings.

When Warren finally spoke, his voice sounded strangled. “I’m sorry, Tony. He shouldn’t have done that. I’ve got a lot to tell you.”

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ironinandout
2009-01-12 06:37 pm UTC (link)

The sudden show of emotion from Warren was unexpected, and as he turned his back to Tony, Tony's brows shot up. No. Warren wasn't usually such an angry creature, and that simple fact drew Tony up to Warren. To cross that line, to reach out and settle his left hand on Warren's back right between those lovely wings.

"I've got a lot to tell you as well, Angel.." he then said softly. "Hey.. Why don't we get a drink and sit down?" Tony's lips couldn't even stop the smirk if he had wanted them to. "Do you want me to go first?"

If Warren allowed, Tony got him settled on the white curved couch, a fresh glass of wine in both their hands. Well. Tony set his aside rather quickly, and looked into Warren's eyes with that same old intensity of his.

Before he said anything, Tony reached out, his fingers skimming across high cheek bones before he guided Warren's face in towards his own. Tony's kiss was a gentle one, soft and simple. A welcoming almost. Tony didn't bother retreating from Warren's personal space, staying nestled up close as those dark hazel eyes of his looking into blue as Tony murmured "I really, really missed you."

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angel_baby
2009-01-12 09:06 pm UTC (link)

"Do you want me to go first?"

The touch of Tony’s hand was soothing and Warren’s wings calmed some. Warren took a couple of deep, slow breaths and when he spoke, his voice was steadier. “You first. I can’t talk about him now. But I will, later.”

Warren let Tony lead him to the sofa then slouched into it sideways, wings draped off to one side. Tony’s welcome-home kiss was as sweet and soft as it always was, but Warren never really felt home again until he was wrapped up in Tony. So he kissed Tony again, harder, more tongue and Warren’s hands open on the sides of Tony’s face, his thumbs stroking lightly over the beard on Tony’s chin.

He pressed Tony back and down with his mouth and hands until Tony was lying on his back on the sofa. Then Warren he lowered himself onto Tony’s chest, happy to feel the shape of the chest plate under Tony’s shirt settling into its customary place among the hollows of Warren’s collarbones. He stretched his legs alongside Tony’s and nuzzled his face into the curve of Tony’s neck. When Tony’s arms came around Warren’s back, he spread his wings wide over and around them, breathed in deeply and felt the beginnings of home.

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ironinandout
2009-01-12 09:30 pm UTC (link)

Tony was a bit surprised with Warren's sudden attack of affection, and fell back with a soft little moan into Warren's mouth. Then again, Warren had that way of his that just disarmed Tony completely. Warren knew how to push Tony's buttons in all those good and bad ways that made their dynamic always interesting.

Tony idly filtered log fingers through Warren's hair, his tone soft as he murmured "After you took off I had about a week of quiet, and then my suit became self aware and then sacrificed its life for mine.. Got beat up several times before I came across a suped up soldier who beat the holy snot out of me.. I was seriously injured - internal bleeding and other injuries - and i reprogrammed and then was infected with the Extremis Process. Lost my right hand in the process.."

Tony held up his hand, the fingers rolling open as the flesh and bone seemed to flickeer and then fade away. Revealed was the familiar red and gold gauntlet from his suit, only attached to his right arm about midway down from the elbow.

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angel_baby
2009-01-12 09:58 pm UTC (link)

Warren sighed, happy to be all stretched out and up against his man again. It had been much too long this time. Six months apart. Warren knew damn well that after about two months away from each other they both started disintegrating. Even worse than if they were together. He rubbed his cheek against Tony’s broad chest and enjoyed the fingers playing with his hair. Yeah, Tony playing with his hair made him want to rub himself all over the older man like a cat…

Warren’s head snapped up to look at Tony’s face. “Wait, what? The suit and injured and extreme and you lost your hand??!!” He sat up abruptly and stared at Tony’s hand. “Geez, Tony, when the hell did you have time to call my dad? Shit! Are you OK?”

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ironinandout
2009-01-12 10:24 pm UTC (link)

Tony just smirked at Warren's panic, and reached out to trail metal fingers along Warren's shoulder in an idle caress. His little panic was warming, and made Tony feel a bit, just a bit, special.

"Right after Extremis.. when I still was all crazy and my brain was being hacked. It was hard to stay away, but.. it wasnt pissing him off. He threatened to break contracts and tell you all kinds of terrible stuff..."

Sighing at Warren's panic now, Tony laced his left hand's fingers with Warren's before he lifted Warren's hand towards his lips, pressing a soft little kiss to the tiny faded tattoo there.

"I'm okay now." he murmured.

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angel_baby
2009-01-12 10:43 pm UTC (link)

Warren’s wings shivered when Tony touched his mouth to Warren’s wrist. “You’d better be,” Warren said with a frown. “Well, while you were doing all that stuff, let’s see, I went shopping and had a pedicure. Spa.”

The serious face broke into giggles. “And, oh yes, I read a book. A really thick one…” Warren was laughing outright now, the fingers of his right hand hanging onto Tony’s sleeve and tugging playfully.

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ironinandout
2009-01-12 11:18 pm UTC (link)

Tony just raised a brow at Warren, not beliving a word. Warren was covering, that much Tony was certain.

"That was the first week. Then what?" asked Tony gently. He sighed out a breath, his eyes travelling across Warren's face. Tony could use Extremis to check records of all sorts, to find out where Warren was and any other odd tidbits like satellite photos. But he didn't want to.

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angel_baby
2009-01-12 11:32 pm UTC (link)

Warren heaved a sigh too. Damnit, couldn’t they just be happy to be here for a few minutes and then get on with the make up sex already? He didn’t want to talk about his father. He didn’t want to talk about the cure. He didn’t want to talk about where he’d been (very close) for the months since then waiting to hear from his… whatever Tony was. His Tony, yeah. Warren was annoyed with himself now for not just coming over here and making Tony talk to him. God, he couldn’t even remember what the hell they had been fighting about!

Warren’s shoulders slumped when it became clear that Tony really would wait all night for him to answer. “You are not going to like this,” he grumbled.

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ironinandout
2009-01-13 09:36 am UTC (link)

Tony wasn't telepathic, but he knew Warren, and he knew Warren well enough to know more or less what Warren was thinking. The look on the blond's face was communicative enough - Tony didn't know the whole story just from a look, but he was a smart man.

As Warren grumbled and no doubt paled a bit, Tony's lips pressed into more of a line. Given Warren's outburst abut his father, Tony could only surmise that it meant that Warren's father were somehow involved with this malfunction.

Gently, Tony worked to collect Warren up against himself, his hands urging Warren to cling, to lay his head down on Tony's shoulder, his hand resting across the warmth of Tony's chest plate. The position was comforting to Tony as well - he never mentioned it, but the sight of Warren's hand blotting out the constant glow from his plate was welcome in some way. Tony at least liked the way the light filtered between Warren's fingers.

"Damnit Warren..." he then said, though the two words together were more of a caress than a condemnation. "If you don't tell me what's got you so on edge, I can't help fix it, now can I?"

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angel_baby
2009-01-13 02:46 pm UTC (link)

The fact of the matter was that Warren wasn’t only worried about Tony getting angry about what had happened. It was also that Warren was ashamed of it, of what he had almost done. Or rather, what his father had almost gotten him do.

He ran his fingers absently over the chest plate beneath absently, as if subconsciously his hand wanted what had used to be so familiar. He hid his eyes against Tony’s neck. “It’s the cure, Tony… he told the world he made it for me, as if I asked for it. You know, Tony, it was always him that hated the wings.”

Warren’s body had tensed up completely; every limb stiff, every joint so tight they were about to pop, his wings completely still – it wasn’t like him at all. Clearly, he was very, very distressed.

“My father… Tony, he found something that worked. It really worked!” Warren’s voice got very low, just barely audible as if he wanted to say it without Tony being able to hear. “He dosed me with something; I don’t know exactly what. I don’t even know if that was all he did, there are big chunks of time missing from my memory.”

“Tony,” Warren whispered, sounding scared and very, very young, “I almost let him give the cure.”

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ironinandout
2009-01-13 02:59 pm UTC (link)

For a long time, Tony was silent, though his arms and hands latched onto Warren like iron as the blond told his tale. By the end of it, his jaw was tight, his knuckles white with pressure. Good lord why didn't I call him sooner? he agonized inwardly.

Warren's stiffness and distress were Tony's immediate problem, and Tony forced himself to be gentle, to loosen his grip and to rub a hand along Warren's arms, caressing and stilling.

"Well. I'm glad that you didn't. Your father is a fucking idiot." replied Tony, his voice all gravel and little velvet. It was almost a caress of words, Tony's tone gentle and half whispered. "Warren.. Angel.." he then said softly, as metal fingers guided Warren's face up so Tony could look into his eyes. "Angel-baby, I want you to promise me something.. Promise me that you won't ever let him do that again. Right now I wanna forbid you from seeing him. But he's your dad, and I'm not your owner.. so.. Just so you know how I feel on the matter."

That said, Tony leaned in, brushing his lips across Warren's brow, his arms tight as he hugged Warren possessively then, suddenly afraid. It wasn't like the wings were the only thing that attracted Tony to Warren, but to Tony, Warren was a whole package - wings and all. It was a fact of life, something that they couldn't change, and to accept Warren meant that you accepted the wings as well. It disturbed Tony that Warren's father could make a distinction. That he could love (or not love) his son simply because he had wings. Or not.

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angel_baby
2009-01-13 03:44 pm UTC (link)

“I didn’t want to let him do it,” Warren replied. “I don’t know what he did, but Tony, there is more than a month missing. I can’t remember anything.”

Warren finally turned his face away from Tony’s neck and rolled a little onto his side. “Believe me, I really don’t want to see him right now. The press conference was… beyond uncomfortable. But now that the whole world knows I have wings, I doubt he’ll try something like this again. He doesn’t hate them enough to ruin the business over them.” Warren made a horrible disgusted face. “He doesn’t hate anything that much.”

Warren rubbed a finger over the hair at Tony’s chin, gave it a little tug and lifted his face to receive a kiss. “You should keep a better eye on me. You know how I get into trouble when you’re not around.”

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ironinandout
2009-01-13 04:25 pm UTC (link)

After their kiss, Tony made a soft snort, then shook his head and leaned forward to take up his wine and took a long drink. "I saw the press conference via satellite." he muttered, looking tired. "I couldn't believe it. Well.. In a way I was glad, but I know how you hate putting yourself up on display like that."

Tony smirked a bit, those dark eyes of his turning to Warren's face as he said lowly "I know you like to be the center of attention - but not because you're some horrible malformed thing, but because you're the most gorgeous thing I still have yet to lay eyes on."

Tony offered Warren his wine then, his body curling towards Warren's, nestling up. Warren was the taller of the two, and there were times - like this - that Tony enjoyed how his bewinged lover could curl around him. No one else - not even those nameless super models - made Tony feel quite so wonderful as when Warren did that.

"Well, I take it you don't care to go back to your loft.. Where are you staying right now?" he asked, casually enough. Tony never wanted to share space for too long, but then again neighter did Warren. Still, Tony was feeling an unshakable need to have Warren close to him, to protect the younger man from whatever horrors his hateful father might cook up. Tony hated that man, and if it weren't for Warren himself, he might have written the elder Worthington off as a complete hack. As it was, Tony just wrote him off as a complete asshole.

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angel_baby
2009-01-13 05:11 pm UTC (link)

”…you're the most gorgeous thing I still have yet to lay eyes on."

“Hmph,” Warren groused, but he was smiling when he announced, “I am also the most gorgeous thing you ever will lay eyes on, don’t forget that.” He shifted his hips up until he was full-out lying on top of Tony, with elbows resting either side of his head. “But hearing you say it turns me on, so feel free to tell me more,” Warren said in his best i’m-so-sultry voice. Then he lowered his head to kiss Tony again, a little deeper and wetter this time.

Once he thought Tony had kissed him a sufficient number of times, Warren raised his head again and looked down into dark hazel eyes. “I’ve been staying at Xavier’s, but I have every intention of spending at least the next 12 hours in your bed with you. You might as well forget about making any morning meetings,” he replied with a small smile.

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ironinandout
2009-01-13 07:10 pm UTC (link)

Tony just smiled against Warren's lips, unable to keep the humor from bleeding through him. Anymore, Tony was starting to feel his age, and Warren's youthful smiling and playful nature usually counteracted that. Right now, Tony really needed to let himself be lost in Warren for a bit - if anything to erase the current worries of their shared existence.

Melting back into the couch with Warren atop him, Tony reveled in the angel's weight, the press of skin and bones against his own form. Warren's weight was surprisingly light, and while Tony could easily pick him up and cart him off where ever he might wish, the substance of Warren's form was comforting. Strong arms pulled Warren tightly to Tony's chest, and his kiss deepened, expanding to a series of caresses that left Tony bright eyed and short of breath.

"Come on.." Tony said gently as he shifted Warren off himself so that he could get up and then hauled the blond up into his arms with little effort. There were more kisses, more touches, and a stream of clothing that marked their path back to Tony's bedroom, overlooking Breakstone Lake.

Tony's bedroom - the whole house really - was primarily white with blond wood floors and either white, cream ,or gray furnishings. His bedroom was like the rest of the house, with a big comfortable bed that overlooked the water, and an attached bathroom that could easily accommodate someone with six limbs. Of course the decor wasn't what Tony was focused on, instead he busied himself with the supremely important task of making his angel sing.

Several hours later, Tony and Warren lay gloriously nude, curled around one another in the middle of the mussed bed. The bed was dressed in colors like a storm - blue-green and gray sheets - with a deeper blue comforter that had been pushed hastily aside. The gray sheet had all but tangled around them, offering unneeded modesty. There was no such thing as modesty between them, the positioning of the sheets had simply happened.

With a sigh and a stretch, Tony pressed in towards Warren, a hand reaching out to thread his fingers through the silken feathers of those lovely wings that cocooned around them. Tony idly caressed, his expression thoughtful as he turned his eyes to Warren's face. "Well. I think we killed several hours, and are well on our way to the twelve you mandated.." he mused, his hand petting.

"Why don't you get up and get us another bottle to share? I think Pepper bought a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue.. I think it's in the bar..." he said, smirking. It was nothing for Tony and Warren to kill several of those $500 each bottles of Scotch in a night - although Tony usually saved it for special occasions.

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angel_baby
2009-01-13 08:59 pm UTC (link)

“I believe I said ‘at least twelve hours,’” Warren said. “And if you keep touching my wing like that, twelve is going to be far too short to meet my needs.”

Warren smiled broadly, just happy to be in that particular bed with that particular man again. If only Tony didn’t annoy the hell out of him half the time. Warren laughed merrily, just smirking at Tony when he got the raised question mark eyebrow. “I’ll get your whiskey for you if you’re too tired, old man,” he teased, then quickly hopped out of the bed and away before he got a smack on the ass. He gave Tony the full model strut on the way to the bar, ass swinging side to side – it was one of Tony’s favorite parts of Warren, or so he said.

Warren got to the bar and dug around looking for the bottle Tony had requested – making sure to bend so that Tony would have a really nice view while he was waiting – and smiled when he saw the digital camera stashed next to it. Grabbing it up, he spun around and snapped the shutter before Tony could dive under the comforter.

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ironinandout
2009-01-13 09:56 pm UTC (link)

Tony just rolled his eyes as Warren got up, but the crafty angel knew how to push his buttons with that walk. Then again, Warren had been pushing Tony's buttons for years. If tony had any buttons left unpushed they probably were only the most dark and depraved kind.

By the time Warren got to the bar, Tony couldn't tear his eyes away, caught in rapt attention. He wasn't even expecting the digital camera, and at first it's flash just made him blink. After a moment he realized what Warren had done, and sat up some on one arm, frowning.

"Hey! No evidence!" he cried out, trying to be cross.. but not really. Tony had a feeling Warren would find interesting ways to use the camera, once enough Scotch had been applied to liberally whet his pallet.

Smirking, Tony fell back, unable to quite keep the soft laugh that passed his lips before he sighed out a happy sigh.

Yeah. Tony was glad that Warren had come home again.

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