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Amor Vincit Omnia || Tony & Bruce

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Bruce gave Tony a sideways glance, eyebrows arching as he gazed at him silently for a moment.  ”Um…that didn’t go so well the first time I did it, so I don’t think I’ll be faking illness again any time soon.”  He knew Tony was only joking, but that whole fiasco was still a sore subject, no matter how many times Steve told him the team understood that Bruce only had good intentions.  

Looking back at the doors, he gave Tony’s hand a squeeze.  ”How about if she starts demanding speeches, I do it in your place.  I have a few things I could say, and me volunteering to speak might make everyone pass out from shock.  Then we can leave early.”

The lift stopped and the doors parted to reveal a hall between them and the entrance to the ballroom.  He could already hear the music playing.  Stepping out, he gave Tony another look, this one warm and encouraging.  ”I love you, Tony.”

Tony noticed the change in Bruce and stroked his thumb over the back of his lover’s hand. Eventually, he hoped, Bruce would be able to move past that whole thing. But for now, Tony made a mental note not to make any references.

He returned Bruce’s warm smile as they stood in the hall. “I love you, too, Charming,” he said, lifting their joined hands to press a kiss to Bruce’s knuckles. “Come on. Let’s get this party started.” He led Bruce to the door, pulling it open and letting his lover enter first.

When they both stood inside the ballroom, decked out with buffet tables and all of their friends dressed to the nines, Tony couldn’t help but grin. Applause went up around the room and he raised his free hand to wave them off.

The applause was thunderous, and not just because Thor was there.  The entire team was in attendance, of course, along with their friends and families and many SHIELD agents.  Even Fury and Coulson had accepted their invitations.  Bruce couldn’t help but smile, looking down and holding back behind Tony just a bit as he soaked it all up with his usual Tony Stark charm.

It made his heart skip a beat to see Tony so strong and vibrant, in his element.  Just a few short weeks ago he could barely muster the strength to get off the couch or eat, treatments leaving him wiped out and nauseated.  Closing his eyes for a moment, he took a breath and tried to focus on the present.  On how handsome he looked, hair grown back in, weight put back on, decked out in Armani.  He’d put on a suit and tie every day for the rest of his life to have more moments like this.  

Of course, if everything went according to plan, he’d be wearing a suit and tie again in the not-so-distant future.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden stream of well-wishers starting to hover around them, waiting their turn to congratulate Tony and tell them how happy they were to see him doing so well.  Bruce hovered near for a bit until Tony was distracted enough and quietly slipped away to get a drink of water and away from the swarm.

Tony accepted the handshakes and the well-wishes, the hugs and the occasional kiss to the cheek from a close female friend with as much grace as ever. When the crowd had dissipated a little, he realized the empty place at his side where Bruce should be and took off in search of his lover.

He scooped up a glass of champagne, joining Bruce with a smile. “Escaping the stampede?” he teased, sliding his arm around the man’s waist. “I didn’t expect there to be this many people here,” Tony said honestly. “I think Pepper might have paid some of them off.”

aaaand work time.

back later!!!

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-shrugs- I try to bite your head off. There’s a big difference.

You’re right. My bad. That’s totally different.

You’re admitting you were wrong?

There’s this lovely thing called sarcasm, Ms. Romanoff. You should look it up sometime. Pretty sure my picture is next to the definition.

I’m aware of sarcasm, Stark. I was just hopeful your little trip might have made you grow up a little.

What fun would that be? I’m like Peter Pan. I’ll never grow up.

Amor Vincit Omnia || Tony & Bruce

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"Good idea, baby," Tony said with a smile, following Bruce out into the hall. He caught his lover’s hand as they headed for the elevator, giving it a gentle squeeze when the doors parted and they stepped inside. Pressing the button for the ballroom floor, Tony turned his gaze on Bruce once more and gave him a wink.

"Alright, if Pepper tries to make me give a speech, I need you to fake sick so we can leave early. Deal?" he asked teasingly, smile still on his lips as he pressed a kiss to Bruce’s cheek.

Bruce gave Tony a sideways glance, eyebrows arching as he gazed at him silently for a moment.  ”Um…that didn’t go so well the first time I did it, so I don’t think I’ll be faking illness again any time soon.”  He knew Tony was only joking, but that whole fiasco was still a sore subject, no matter how many times Steve told him the team understood that Bruce only had good intentions.  

Looking back at the doors, he gave Tony’s hand a squeeze.  ”How about if she starts demanding speeches, I do it in your place.  I have a few things I could say, and me volunteering to speak might make everyone pass out from shock.  Then we can leave early.”

The lift stopped and the doors parted to reveal a hall between them and the entrance to the ballroom.  He could already hear the music playing.  Stepping out, he gave Tony another look, this one warm and encouraging.  ”I love you, Tony.”

Tony noticed the change in Bruce and stroked his thumb over the back of his lover’s hand. Eventually, he hoped, Bruce would be able to move past that whole thing. But for now, Tony made a mental note not to make any references.

He returned Bruce’s warm smile as they stood in the hall. “I love you, too, Charming,” he said, lifting their joined hands to press a kiss to Bruce’s knuckles. “Come on. Let’s get this party started.” He led Bruce to the door, pulling it open and letting his lover enter first.

When they both stood inside the ballroom, decked out with buffet tables and all of their friends dressed to the nines, Tony couldn’t help but grin. Applause went up around the room and he raised his free hand to wave them off.

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-shrugs- I try to bite your head off. There’s a big difference.

You’re right. My bad. That’s totally different.

You’re admitting you were wrong?

There’s this lovely thing called sarcasm, Ms. Romanoff. You should look it up sometime. Pretty sure my picture is next to the definition.

-shrugs- I try to bite your head off. There’s a big difference.

You’re right. My bad. That’s totally different.

Amor Vincit Omnia || Tony & Bruce

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Tony snorted. “Yeah, I’m sure she’d love that,” he replied, shaking his head. He ran his hands over the lapels of Bruce’s jacket, smoothed his fingers over the silk tie. “Have I told you today that I love you?” he asked. He made a point now of saying it at least three times a day, more, even, until he was saying it so many times that Bruce had to tell him to shut up.

He’d made it his goal to make sure the man never forgot how much Tony cared for him.

"I’m sure you would have done just fine," he said, giving Bruce a warm smile. He leaned in, kissing his boyfriend’s lips. “Come on, let’s get down there before someone comes looking for us. We stay in here much longer and I’m gonna end up stripping you out of that suit and tying you to the bed with our ties."

"Yes you have, but I never get tired of hearing it," Bruce smiled.  "And I love you more."  Looping his arm through Tony’s, he turned so they were both facing the mirror so they could get a good look at each other side-by-side.  The unbidden thought that they looked like the top of a wedding cake popped into his head and suddenly he was nervous again.  

"No, no using our ties for kinky purposes," Bruce said, head shaking as he started tugging Tony toward the door.  "At least not until after the party.  Besides, do you know how much this tie cost?  Because I do, and it’s almost embarrassing that my whole wardrobe probably cost less."

He was starting to do that thing where he rambled when he was anxious, so he held his breath for a moment, smiling and exhaling as he pulled open the door.  ”Let’s go party before Thor eats all the food.”

"Good idea, baby," Tony said with a smile, following Bruce out into the hall. He caught his lover’s hand as they headed for the elevator, giving it a gentle squeeze when the doors parted and they stepped inside. Pressing the button for the ballroom floor, Tony turned his gaze on Bruce once more and gave him a wink.

"Alright, if Pepper tries to make me give a speech, I need you to fake sick so we can leave early. Deal?" he asked teasingly, smile still on his lips as he pressed a kiss to Bruce’s cheek.

Where the hell have you been?
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Africa. It’s nice there.

I think I found your cousin while I was there. Eight legs. Tried to bite my hand off. Sound familiar?

Amor Vincit Omnia || Tony & Bruce

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He was wearing a suit.  And a tie.  A silk tie, even.  Purple.  Tony seemed to like him in purple and it was kind of his signature color, so…purple tie.  It was even tied correctly, lying flat against his chest.  He stepped back and looked at himself in the full length mirror, adjusting his cufflinks and twisting from side to side to check all angles.

Yes, he cleaned up pretty well.  Maybe not as well as Tony, but the man was born to wear a suit.  Bruce was…not.  Tonight, though, he was happy to don one and was comfortable, albeit somewhat nervous.

Their lives had been a constant whirlwind of activity in the two weeks since learning Tony’s cancer was in remission.  At first they’d quietly celebrated, but as word began to spread, they spent less and less time alone and more time sorting through fanmail, receiving flowers and gifts, phone calls, visits from friends…Finally, Bruce suggested they just throw a big party, invite everyone important to them and get it all out of the way.

Tony had agreed, after getting over his initial shock of Bruce suggesting a party.  

Really, he was more than happy to celebrate, because he’d never been so happy in his life.  There were many times during Tony’s illness that Bruce thought he was going to lose him.

Exhaling a long, slow breath, he pressed a hand to his hip, reassuring himself that the little black box was still there and hadn’t spontaneously vanished from his pocket.  This was more than just a celebration of Tony’s remission.  Tonight was, hopefully, the start of the next chapter in their lives together.  

Assuming, of course, that Tony said yes.

Tony had just finished doing his hair, touching up around his goatee with a razor. He stepped back from the bathroom sink, nodding to himself before doing up the top button of his shirt and stepping out into the bedroom.

It had been a while since he’d gotten this dressed up, and he had to admit that it felt kind of good to have his energy back, to not constantly be lounging around in sweats while Bruce did everything for him. It felt good to be able to pull his own weight, do things for Bruce now and then.

He grinned as he took in the sight of his lover, all dressed up and looking as handsome as ever. “Look at you, gorgeous,” he said, picking his cufflinks from the dresser. Once his shirt was to his liking, he moved over to Bruce, hands on his hips as his lips pressed along behind the man’s ear. “You look incredible, Charming,” he said softly, nipping at Bruce’s ear.

Chuckling, Bruce tipped his head as his own hands rested on Tony’s waist.  ”I suppose I look okay.  Not quite the awkward guy I was the first time I wore a suit.  At least this one’s tailored.”  Pulling back, he sighed, running a hand down the front of Tony’s neatly pressed shirt, licking his lips as he looked the other man up and down.  ”You, as always, look effortlessly fantastic.”  

He turned to the closet where Tony’s jacket was hanging on the door and pulled it from the hanger, holding it up so the billionaire guest-of-honor could slip into it.  ”Have I mentioned how glad I am that there’s a ballroom in the tower?  It’s nice not having to drive across town for one of your parties.”  And when the night was over, all they had to do was take the elevator up a few floors.

Rounding back to stand in front of Tony, Bruce leaned in to press a kiss to his lips as his fingers buttoned up the jacket.  ”Also, remind me to buy Pepper something nice for planning this because honestly, I didn’t have the first clue how to throw a party.  You should give her a raise or…knighthood.  I bet you could get her face put on a stamp.”

Tony snorted. “Yeah, I’m sure she’d love that,” he replied, shaking his head. He ran his hands over the lapels of Bruce’s jacket, smoothed his fingers over the silk tie. “Have I told you today that I love you?” he asked. He made a point now of saying it at least three times a day, more, even, until he was saying it so many times that Bruce had to tell him to shut up.

He’d made it his goal to make sure the man never forgot how much Tony cared for him.

"I’m sure you would have done just fine," he said, giving Bruce a warm smile. He leaned in, kissing his boyfriend’s lips. "Come on, let’s get down there before someone comes looking for us. We stay in here much longer and I’m gonna end up stripping you out of that suit and tying you to the bed with our ties."