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Welcome Back [Heart in a Knot] - for Starknaked
It had been two months since Arthur had seen Tony. Two months of text messages, phone calls and stolen moments over web cam while Arthur worked a job in Moscow. It was supposed to have been done weeks ago - simple extraction but of course, it never goes the way it should go despite his every precaution. Sometimes, the mark just doesn't want to do what you mentally will them and expect them to do.
He was finally in Malibu again without a tail on his trail and at least a week before he was off to the next job. It was 5:30 in the morning (5:34 a.m. to be exact) and he knew that when he walked into Tony's house, Tony would be asleep. Instead of entertaining himself for the next several hours, he knew he would rather be at Tony's Malibu mansion and in the man's arms than anywhere else. And he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, Tony would prefer the same.
It was 5:50 when he pulled up to the house in the rental car and it took hardly any time to get inside with what he needed (PASIV, messenger bag and suitcase), using the key Tony had given him so many months ago on that first job. He left everything resting inside of the doorway (he wouldn't be needing them right away) and locked the door before heading up the steps to Tony's room - keeping silent as he did so as to not wake anyone else.
Arthur felt a smile tug on his lips when he stepped into the older man's bedroom and shut the door gently behind him. Not completely silent so as to completely startle Tony but still keeping it quiet.
Fuck, but he had missed him.
He toed of his shoes and socks, removed his suit jacket and rested it over a chair before undoing the buttons on his waist coat. The entire time, he kept his gaze on Tony's form underneath the blankets. Knowing him, he had probably only been asleep for only an hour or two at most. They were very much alike in that regard.
Before long, Arthur slid underneath the blanket next to Tony with only a pair of boxers on.
He was finally in Malibu again without a tail on his trail and at least a week before he was off to the next job. It was 5:30 in the morning (5:34 a.m. to be exact) and he knew that when he walked into Tony's house, Tony would be asleep. Instead of entertaining himself for the next several hours, he knew he would rather be at Tony's Malibu mansion and in the man's arms than anywhere else. And he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, Tony would prefer the same.
It was 5:50 when he pulled up to the house in the rental car and it took hardly any time to get inside with what he needed (PASIV, messenger bag and suitcase), using the key Tony had given him so many months ago on that first job. He left everything resting inside of the doorway (he wouldn't be needing them right away) and locked the door before heading up the steps to Tony's room - keeping silent as he did so as to not wake anyone else.
Arthur felt a smile tug on his lips when he stepped into the older man's bedroom and shut the door gently behind him. Not completely silent so as to completely startle Tony but still keeping it quiet.
Fuck, but he had missed him.
He toed of his shoes and socks, removed his suit jacket and rested it over a chair before undoing the buttons on his waist coat. The entire time, he kept his gaze on Tony's form underneath the blankets. Knowing him, he had probably only been asleep for only an hour or two at most. They were very much alike in that regard.
Before long, Arthur slid underneath the blanket next to Tony with only a pair of boxers on.
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"Arthur... I think it's time for us to determine a way to have this and protect you at the same time," he said softly. "I've had some ideas, though I'm not sure how many of them will be feasible."
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"My first thought was to create you a new identity and officially hire you in some respect. The downside would be anyone that you had worked with might recognize you, though we could use some things such as glasses and makeup to try and do our best to mar your looks from those that might have seen you before."
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"What was another," he asked, primarily out of curiosity.
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"The other is that you get plastic surgery. I'm against this one."
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Arthur frowned just a tiny bit at the thought of plastic surgery. "I'm voting against that one too," he mused with a little grin.
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He hadn't thought to say that and then the words were there, and he was offering that and he didn't even know what to think.
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Arthur couldn't remember a time before that he was so willing to go this far to have a relationship with someone, let alone that person wanting this as bad as Arthur did. He leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to Tony's lips with a soft sigh. "I want us to find a way to have a life together while I'm in town," he said softly, looking at him. "We could roll with that - we could figure out an identity," he said, his finger tips continuing to trail up and down his side as he considered everything.
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"Is that what you want? I'm only going to ask once," he admitted, maybe teasing. Maybe not. It was Tony Stark, after all. "After that, if you agree, I'm keeping you."
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And then he kind of froze.
"Oh God. I'm dating someone," he said as if that had really only just hit him right that minute.
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He pulled back from his lips and hummed. "And you're supposed to be the billionaire genius out of the two of us," Arthur said in a tone that was too fond to be truly mocking.
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"Sir," JARVIS began. "That has been the rumour for weeks now."
He paused, blinking at that. "Wait, what?" He looked at Arthur. "Did you know this?"
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"What have they been saying," he asked, of either of them.
"It's believed you are seeing someone, though the reports vary on whom, Sir."
Tony sighed. "Well, that is true, technically."
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But it was technically true that Tony was seeing someone and that someone was himself.
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And he stopped as those words sunk in.
"Because I am only seen with her," he said softly as it all started to make sense. "Well, shit." He looked at Arthur, suddenly worried. "Are you bothered by that?"
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"No, I'm not bothered," he admitted with a shake of his head. "I know you better than many people and know what we have. I'm not bothered," he smiled.
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He made a face. "All these years trying to make myself a household name and now they use it against me."
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"You know we can keep it as it is. I'll find an answer without you being involved."
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"What's the worst that happens if I come out as bisexual, Arthur?" He asked it with more bravado than he felt. "I become the poster boy for alternative lifestyles. Who would question me? You though, you could be found by people that would kill you," he pointed out.
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"So, then -- how about we just keep doing this as we have been for now. Until we can come up with a good enough identity and cover story." He wasn't sure it would absolutely work but it was a shot and for now, they could think and expand upon it. Surprisingly enough, he didn't want Tony to think that he didn't want to try this and work this out between them. He wanted to and it was the first time in a long time that he could honestly say that about anyone - male or female.
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