Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama
Ships?: Zexion/Tony Stark
→Friendships?: Tony&Pepper
Characters: Tony Stark, Zexion
→Cameos: Xemnas, Pepper Potts, Minnie Mouse
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Ironman or anything Disney
Music: Summerboy by Lady Gaga
Notes: Some references to the Gaia Online roleplay, Kill the Hero.
A Piece of the Sun
Emotional Baggage
They both try to ignore the weight in their chests that surpasses both metal and emptiness with ease, because if they didn't, they might break something they have no idea how to fix.
Africa
One day, Zexion enters an empty home in California and thinks nothing of it, because it's nothing new. It's only when Pepper stumbles in, face tear-stained and choking out something about that fool of a show-off going missing, does he clench his fists.
Tender Loving Care
Zexion doesn't really do sweet and motherly, Tony thinks, or at least he does so until he gets sick from a combination of partying and bad work habits. Even as the shorter man hisses curses and insults into his ear, his touches are light as illusions and softer than that mess of hair he has on his head. Laying drowsily in his room, Tony ponders how strange it was that he never knew how nice it could be to just be in bed, not having sex or sleeping, and just let Zexion be there. When he wakes up in the morning, feeling better and Zexion once again having slipped away in the night, he ends up not remembering.
But he still sometimes convinces his enigmatic friend to just lay down with him.
Nostalgia
Unfortunately, alcohol has a sometimes terrible tendency to wipe the mind clean of anything that could have happened the night before. Fortunately, Tony has the most wonderful body memory and that so often brings back other memories of pleasure, like when he scrapes his nails just-barely-enough down his hips and Zexion has to narrow his eyes and let out a little hiss of pleasure. Oh yes, they've done this before.
House of Fun
"Why must you be so impulsive and prone to fleeting pleasure?"
Tony just smirks and sticks a bit of cotton candy in Zexion's hair, purely to tease, and then wonders aloud what he'd think of them doing the ending to 'Grease'. He gets another subtle little glare, and knows just who to blame when, through 'crazy random happenstance', a lemonade stand ends up dumping most of its load onto his suit.
Cautious
"I got an entire box filled with condoms this morning as a Valentine gift," Tony mentions to his computer as they both work on a new weapons design. "Trying to imply something there, Zexion?"
Elbow-deep in grease and motor-oil, Zexion just puts on his best innocent face as he looks up from one of Tony's antique cars. "Why, I have no idea what you mean, Tony."
Only a Dream
"This can't be real," he says bitterly, blue eyes focused on the stars and worlds which shine in the night sky and onto the garden they sit in, too similar to ones he's tried to bury in his memories. Illusionist that he is, he refuses to be had by his own mind's games, even when Tony presses him down against the stone bench and cups his chin.
"Do you want it to be?"
Mouse
Her hands (paws?) are, strangely enough, the most comforting thing he's felt in a while: warm and gentle as they flit over his shoulders. "I'm sure you'll do the right thing," the Queen says, and Tony can only faintly wonder why he's taking relationship advice from a mouse.
Hard at Work
"See, I'm working just like a productive member of society. Aren't you proud?" Tony teases when Pepper enters the office that morning. She just raises an eyebrow and strides over to him behind his desk. With a simple tug on his chair that pulls him back, Zexion is revealed curled up beneath the desk, munching on a bagel which he raises in a mock toast.
"Good morning, Miss Potts. Look on the optimistic side of things-"
"There could be worse things in his mouth," Tony finishes lewdly, and is only mildly punished by a light smack to one of his legs. Pepper has to close her eyes and concentrate on not laughing.
Tall
"Need any help there?" is responded with a sharp and cutting glare, and Zexion just clings all the tighter to the cupboard door which is one of the only things keeping him on the counter tops as he reaches for some high-off pan.
Wishful Thinking
"If you were a girl," is begun one night, only to be finished by a dryly amused, "then you would be forced to deal with a cunning, snarky and dominant individual prone to bouts of PMS."
Iron
He can hear Zexion gasping for air besides his earpiece, eyes wide as he clings to the armor and his legs dangle over Tony- no, Iron Man's arm, vulnerable to whatever falling piece of debris decides to hit him as they fly through the streets. "I wish you hadn't convinced me to come out on the day your Monster of the Week decided to come out. Do not do this again."
"No promises," Iron Man's synthetic voice tells him, and Zexion would be so much more bothered if only the metal beneath his palms didn't feel so warm.
Cry Baby
He bolts up in the middle of the night once, crying of all things, and he hisses, "I couldn't save him." Thin little fingers press against his chess, spreading over that which keeps him alive, and as he's pressed down, he gets an answer so soft, he can barely believe who it's coming from.
"Maybe he didn't want to be saved, Tony."
Symphony
They both manage to stand the Opera for a record of 45 minutes, and then Tony is sneaking him away to an empty hall, layering kisses against his throat and fiddling with his belt. The sound of clothes rustling, soft gasps, and desperately held-back moans is such a sweeter music than anything the stage could produce.
Brave New World
Everyone else ooos and aaahs over the beauty of the place, all the different creatures and how, despite Organization rule, seems to flourish beautifully without hindrance. Tony only has eyes for one thing, however, and as they finally settle their gazes upon the looming and menacing tower, his deep breath whistles through his faceplate.
Moment of truth.
Table
Because the alcohol deems it a good idea, Tony starts to make a sloppily written list of all the places they've had sex on, and Zexion hadn't exactly disagreed, although that might have had more to do with him pondering emotions out loud than really listening to anything he'd been saying. Drawing idle loops and schematics on the paper, Tony finally remembers the question he'd wanted to ask and turns to Zexion. "How have we had sex on tables before?"
"...How?" Zexion asks, blinking owlishly as he drags himself out of his thoughts.
"I know we've done it-" Tony almost loses his train of thought but gets right back on it again. "-but how? Just, bend over? Back? What?"
There's some silence. Half an hour later, and their clothes have finally been fumbled off.
Intelligent Life
"You could have anyone you want to," some bigwig from another company asks him one day at some ritzy get-together. "What makes all of these one-night stands?" Tony makes a joke out of it, of course, leads them away with that charisma of his, but a part of him can't help but wonder if maybe a part of the reason he keeps throwing out all of those dumb hot women is because he knows that down waiting in his basement of a garage, he has a snarky and intelligent man waiting for him.
Beautiful
"See something you like?" Tony smirks, and Zexion just rolls his eyes in an exaggeratedly patient manner, lies and doesn't say 'yes, because something strange happened when you were working so hard on that suit of yours and the device from your chest cast this glow and-'
And he lies some more.
Piece of My Heart
"What's this?" Xemnas asks during one of his rare visits where he remembers and almost seems to care about the rest of the Organization, picking up the dully shining little object with the glow that dims in his hands.
"Merely a bauble I picked up during one of my recent missions," Zexion replies smoothly, and ah, that's the biggest falsehood of all. Not a mission, not something he picked up, and most certainly not a bauble despite what he says to himself.
Arctic Circle
It's like they're stuck in this ship that's always sailing far too North to be healthy, Pepper thinks, watching the pair throughout their day, watching as they grow so close but then force each other apart because they're men and they're idiots and why can't they just admit it to themselves?
