Genre: Smut, Romance, and a hint of Fluff
Ships?: Tony Stark/Zexion
Characters: Tony Zexion
Rating: R
Spoilers: Nope
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Ironman, or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Music: One Minute Man by Missy Elliot
Notes:
Way Back When
You'd think, given his track record, Tony would be used to waking up with his skull feeling like it would cave in. Just the sacrifice has has to make on ocasion to have a good night. Still always hurts like a b***h, though. Squeezing his already closed eyes tighter, Tony rolls onto his stomach and buries his face in his pillow. ********... Suddenly, his elbow brushes against someone's soft skin. Despite the pain, Tony feels himself cheer up somewhat.
Looks like he managed to have a bit of fun last night. Now, who's the fine lady he managed to snag...? Actress? Model? Carefully, so not to wake her up, he reaches over to feel her back. There's a soft sigh as he follows the curves of her shoulder blades and how the bumps of her spine provide a stark contrast to the rest of her back.Tony grins into his pillow. Very nice, from what he can tell... But a good body means little if she doesn't have a face to match. God knew that alcohol could make a trucker look Hollywood gorgeous. Still, hoping for the best, he turns his head to the side and opens his eyes...
And promptly rolls out of his bed with a startled yell. Both just make his screaming headache all the worse.
As he lies on the floor, legs still up on his bed and tangled in the sheets, he can only curse. Hard to tell if it's towards the fall, his hangover, or the person in his bed. On cue, thin hands shove his feet completely off of the bed. A head pokes over the edge. "Good morning to you as well, Mister Stark," the man says, tone pointedly and sharply polite. Clearly, the morning is anything but.
Tony runs his hands through his hair as he rolls onto his back to look up at the man. Man. Not a woman. And... Yep, they're naked. Both of them. You're a guy," Tony finally points out, and practically feels his intelligence drain away right after.
The man in his bed only sighs and pushes back the mess of slate colored hair which fell in front of his right eye. "I would be quite alarmed to discover this fact untrue after some twenty years of being confident of my sex, Mister Stark."
It is way too early for snark. Tony covers his eyes with his hand. Two sharp blue eyes and that hair- He suddenly recalls a sharp smirk amidst neon lights and a brief thought that it had to be the club responsible for the strange color of the guy's hair. Ah. "The guy from the club."
"I believe I told you my name was Isaac."
"How much did I drink?"
"I wasn't aware I was supposed to keep track."
"Because I'm straight."
The venomous quality 'Isaac's' tone had been gaining fades into something like exasperation. "Well, apparently, you are either bisexual or pansexual, Mister Stark, for I explicitly recall participating in sexual acts with you."
'Participate in-'? Way to make it scientific. "You drank as much as I did. How can You remember anything?" He's remembering things as well, however. Remembering enough to know the light burning on his shoulders are from Isaac's nail and can recall whisperes rushing pleasantly against his ear- No, dammit, not pleasantly.
"I simply do." Aaand there returns the poisonous streak. "Now, where are your painkillers?" By the time Tony removes his hand, Isaac has already limped to the doorway. "Nevermind, I'll find them myself."
"Wait a minute-" Tony sits up too fast, however, and ends up just sitting there with his hand back against his head. Hissing, he misses the patter of bare feet. When he looks up, Isaac is fully clothed and waiting by him. A glass of water is held out to him, plus a couple of pills. Tony takes them without a word, and Isaac leaves just as quietly. Eventually, Tony gets some clean clothes on and drags himself out to the kitche. A surprise waits for him there.
Impossibly industrious for someone with a hangover, Isaac is cooking breakfast with ingredients Tony didn't even knew his kitchen stocked. Flopping into a chair, he quickly tries to figure out how to say this. "Listen-"
"I expect no commitment from you, Mister Stark, and in return, you can expect utter silence from myself." Isaac glances quickly towards the coffee pot. "One shouldn't drink anything with caffeine when one has a headache," he mutters to himself before continuing. "This isn't the type of publicity I care for. I prefer intellectual recognition than that of the paparrazi. Eggs?"
"Uh, thanks." Tony takes the plate offered to him, filled with eggs, bacon, and pancakes. "So, are all gay men as domestic as you?"
"I am bisexual, as a matter of fact," Isaac says quietly, straightening the cuffs of his shirt as he sits down. "As for my prowess in cooking, I simply prefer to be self efficient." He raises an eyebrow at Tony. 'Unlike some people' goes unsaid but is still heard perfectly.
"Very cute, very wife-like," Tony 'compliments' and ignores the aggravated look Isaac sends him. Instead, he forges onto the next question. "How do I know you'll stay quiet?"
"Simply." Isaac smiles dryly. "You don't."
"How reassuring. I think you've just taken away all my stress."
"Again, you have no reason to worry, Mister Stark." The smirk is positively razor like as Isaac stands up, leaning slightly across the table. "You were nothing but a stress reliever, a chance for me to unwind. I'll keep this a secret."
"So I was like a prostitute. Jesus, and I did it for free. Obviously not my calling in life."
The smirk loses some o its edge, becomes a brief grin. "That is one crude way of putting it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a job to attend to." He pushes himself away from the table. "I'll find my own way home. Enjoy your breakfast, Mister Stark." He glances over his shoulder at Tony as he makes for the exit.
"I doubt we'll be seeing each other again."
