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[Heart in a Knot] We're on the cusp of something (w/ Tony)

The news of Maurice Fischer's death hit Arthur's radar within minutes/hours of it happening.

It didn't take long for Arthur to pack up what he had and be on the way to the warehouse to warn Cobb, getting there at the same time as Saito's driver pulled in.

After that, it was a flurry of activity. To get Eames and Yusuf to the warehouse, to make sure all documentation of the job was burned and to clean the warehouse of any fingerprints or discriminating evidence of their actions.

Saito assured them that he had the best team on it but Arthur preferred to do his own clean up. To make sure what needed to be burned was burned, etc.

Soon, they were all at the airport as they waited for the flight that would take them to Australia to meet up with Robert Fischer.

Arthur sat with a cup of airport coffee resting on a knee held onto by one hand and his phone in the other, flipping through news reports for something to catch his eye. After a few minutes, he typed out a text to Tony.

We're on the move. If all goes as planned, I'll be in LA by the weekend.

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He laughed but nodded. "I am, though Saito and I trade off. Mostly to ensure that Emma Frost never gets it," he added. Maybe he was kidding. Maybe it was a joke. Maybe it was the truth and the Hellfire Club was alive and well and Tony, like his father, was a member.

"He likely did it for me," He admitted. "And for what you did for him. Yes you were likely paid, but you gave him our world by the reins," he pointed out. "Sure. Why not. Wouldn't it be useful for business to have an airline at your beck and call with an ability to bypass most security?"

He watched Tony's face as he talked with his mouth curled up. "I bet, you're proving correct a few dozen conspiracy theorists out there," he teased him. When it came down to it though? Arthur felt there was probably a club out there just like that, that both Saito and Tony Stark belonged to. After all, if Nordic mythology was seen to be true, why not the Hellfire Club?

"Then it makes me wonder how he found out about us in the first place," he said. They tried to keep their relationship off the radar and they usually succeeded. Though, for a man like Saito, and even Arthur himself, he probably had his means of finding out information if he wanted it hard enough.

Arthur tilted his head and smiled at him. "It would be very useful."

He looked entirely wide eyed and innocent, trying his best to smile innocently. With his 'evil goatee" he failed greatly. "Who do you think feeds them the information they get," he asked, slowly beginning to smile.

He fell quiet, considering that. "That is an important question, and I may have to ask him about it. I admit, now that you've said it that way, I'm curious." Yet he trusted their gentleman's agreements through life to not worry about it as a bad thing. Just a curious one. "I would say we're not as circumspect as we think we are, but the media doesn't know. I'll ask him," he said with a smirk, leaning in to kiss Arthur softly. "If he wanted to out us, he wouldn't have helped you. It's not how he does things."

"Well then. There's going to be your welcome home present," he offered.

Arthur chuckled, shaking his head. "Wouldn't surprise me in the least, Mr. Stark," he said with an amused look.

It could have been worse. In that, the person who found out about them could have been worse. At least it wasn't the media or any enemies Arthur had out there - or even those that Tony may have. He nodded. "No, that's true. If he wanted to out us, doubt he would have flown me here."

Arthur smiled and leaned in, pressing a slow and deep kiss to Tony's mouth. He loved the scratch of Tony's goatee and mustache against his skin.

"That's because you know me almost better than most." Because he knew the only one who knew him more was Pepper, and they both knew that.

"It would have hit the media already. Likely he's sucking up for good will in the future, and maybe to make sure we both stay hush about how he managed to obtain what he will own sooner than later," he pointed out. "Whichever it is, I don't think we have to worry about it."

That was good, and he liked it, kissing him back. Slow. Deep. Enjoying that taste, knowing he was there and safe. That was what mattered.

It was true. Over the years since they'd met through Mal, he had grown to know Tony very well. Better than anyone other than Pepper. He smiled. "I do at that," he agreed.

He nodded. His speculation regarding Saito and his motivations did seem pretty spot on considering what he knew about the man and what he had observed over the months they had worked together. Arthur hoped they didn't have to worry about it but until they talked to him (or Tony talked to him), he'd still wonder.

Arthur smiled and deepened the kiss slowly, simply enjoying the taste of him and that closeness that he had missed over the last several months. He slowly pulled away and exhaled a soft breath. Fuck, he had missed him.

In truth it stunned him that he had someone in his life like Arthur. He had been lucky to have Pepper in his life. Now he had someone else. Someone that he welcomed into his bed. Someone that he loved. That meant the world to him, and he hadn't realized exactly when it was coming to this. Not until that moment when he had been about to die, and his only thought had been to say goodbye to Arthur.

He would talk to Saito though, and he would work it out and solve the issue so that they could feel safe once more. He suspected it wasn't going to be a problem.

Yeah, that was good. Those kisses, being together, that was what he needed. "Some days," he whispered. "I think about begging you to stay. I don't even know if I can beg," he admitted.

To be frank? Arthur had never even considered that this relationship with Tony would even turn into a relationship in the first place. He had thought he'd militarize Tony Stark, they'd sleep together and that would be that. Afterward, they'd go their separate ways and he would never hear from the billionaire again. Now? They were years into this and somewhere over time, he had fallen in love with him. Couldn't really imagine what his life would be like without this man.

He smiled softly and slid his hand over his neck. "I can't imagine you begging for anything...," he admitted and leaned in, rubbing his nose against Tony's. He didn't really care how sentimental that was or corny. After Inception, he truly couldn't think of doing another job for another few weeks. He needed some time off. He leaned in and pressed another soft kiss to his lips.

"I love you," he whispered very softly. With the danger of limbo during that job, it really made things extra clear for him about what was important. His job was important, no doubt about it, but this man was just as important if not more so.

It was supposed to be work that became damn good sex. That was all it was supposed to be. So he thought. Now it was a man he wanted in his life, a relationship they were keeping from the press. For the first time ever, it was keeping it secret not for his own sake but for another. For Arthur's privacy, and Tony was okay with that.

Yet it had gone to something new, something that Tony had never really known. Something he didn't want to lose.

It was sweet, and he liked it. "You know, you're pretty damn cute if you think you can make me beg," he teased, winking at him. "But that's okay. For you, who knows. It might just happen." And he would not fight it. Not if it happened with Arthur.

He stopped though at that, trying to make himself speak. He took a breath. "You know I feel the same, right? I mean, it's why I was calling." He was going to die, and he had been willing to say it because his life was going to be over. Except he had his life back. He had Arthur. Now he just had to do one thing.

"I love you too," he managed, sounding breathless.

Arthur's mouth curled up in amusement. "Now, I'm not sure if I could make you beg, Mr. Stark but I would be interested to see what it takes to get you there." Though, only in a pleasurable way, of course. Though, when it came to their sex life before Inception and before this alien invasion, it was Tony who liked to keep the upper hand. Not that Arthur was complaining, mind you - the man was devastatingly sexy when he did.

His mouth opened then closed as a flush crept up his neck and into his cheeks. "I know," he admitted. If Tony didn't care for him, he wouldn't have received that voicemail on his phone when he woke up. Then Tony said those words out loud and he couldn't help but smile before leaning in and pressing a slow kiss to his mouth.

"Now that is an interesting experiment," he admitted. "No one has ever gotten me there before, but I could imagine you might be the one." And not only because he wouldn't be walking away from Arthur to find someone else. It was because his love for Arthur had changed how good it felt being with him, all they shared.

"Yeah, I guess when you're the guy I call when I'm dying that says a lot,' he murmured against Arthur's mouth, sharing the kiss and then taking another one.

"Maybe we should test this hypothesis one day," he said with a little grin. Everything in his life changed when they became more serious. The day Tony offered him space in his closet in Malibu and today when he gave him a call that went unanswered -- there wasn't any walking away from this.

Arthur smiled and hummed against his mouth, slowly deepening the kiss as he slid his hand over Tony's cheek. "I missed you," he murmured and nipped playfully on his bottom lip. He wasn't sure if he would ever be able to sleep tonight but just laying in bed with Tony was relaxing.

"Would that make you hard, Arthur?" He couldn't help but ask. "You want to see if you can make me beg? Would you like that," he asked, voice a low and rumbling purr like few heard, but always came out when things turned lustful with Arthur.

"Just... glad you're here," he said, fighting back wanting to say that he needed him. "I need you here," he sighed, holding him tight, kissing him suddenly, fiercely.

He loved it when Tony's voice lowered like that and although it had been months, he knew all too well what it meant. He hummed low, his eyes darkening a little. "Admittedly, there's a part of me that does want to see if I can make you beg," he said, his voice lowering as he pressed in closer. "But right now, that's not what's on my mind."

That kiss was what had been on his mind.

Arthur smiled against his mouth and returned the fierce and hard kiss with a low moan, sliding his hand into Tony's hair. "Need you too," he mumbled against his lips before licking at his bottom lip.

Tony was an impatient man that tended to act like a child. Give him what he wanted. Give it to him now. Don't make him wait. He had waited for this though. He hadn't strayed since things with Arthur turned what he couldn't call anything but serious. And it was serious, and Tony Stark was actually being monogamous in the relationship that they shared. It was scary but he wanted this.

He wanted to know that in his last moments, it was Arthur he sought out. He liked knowing Arthur would come back here, no matter what happened. That meant the world to him.

He held him close, stroking Arthur's back as he pushed him back against the bed, leaning over him to not break the kiss.

Arthur had always known the rumors when it came to Tony Stark. He'd seen and read the news often enough about the playboy the billionaire was when he took that first job. He had never figured that he would be the man's type and yet, here they were, years alter with an actual, honest to god, relationship. A monogamous one at that. At first, he never fooled himself into believing that he was the only one doing anything and although Arthur was never with anyone else ( his schedule often too busy ), he knew Tony liked playing.

The fact that they made room for each other in their lives (and closets) made all the difference to Arthur. Made him know it wasn't some fleeting thing.

Arthur moaned low into Tony's mouth and allowed himself to be pushed back against the bed, sliding a hand into the man's hair. He braced his foot on the bed as he deepened the kiss further, keeping him close - as much as he could anyway. Kissing Tony had always been exciting, arousing and undeniably among the best and fuck, he was glad to be here doing this with him again.

Tony tried not to think about how much life had changed. Not directly. Not as much as it had. To do that would mean accepting he wasn't the man he had counted himself to be for longer than he could think about. All his life. Since he was old enough to smile and flirt and tease. All those years and now he was finding himself with another, with someone that he wanted there. Someone that he had nearly lost and now hated to think about letting him go again. He knew he couldn't be that possessive, but that didn't stop him from wanting that, from wanting to make sure that Arthur was with him for as long as they had.

Sliding his body against Arthur's, moving against him as he claimed his mouth. Kissing him hard, wanting to drive him mad, show him how much he had missed him and all that had been nearly taken from them.

It was hard for Arthur to imagine leaving any time soon. He would, eventually, leave to take a job but he didn't want to be gone as long as he was this time around. Not again.

He moaned into Tony's mouth and tightened his fingers in his hair, wrapping both legs around his waist. Truth was, Tony wouldn't have to work too hard to drive Arthur mad with desire. Not after months of only having phone calls and texting to keep them connected, at least.

He loved feeling Tony's body against his and that mouth against his own. "Fuck," He murmured against Tony's mouth before pressing a hard kiss to his lips again.

It had been a need to hold him close, to kiss him and keep him to him. It had been a desire to be near him and not be without him. But it hadn't taken long before it was a need for so much more. To remember, to remind. To confirm they were here and together and the world hadn't taken them from one another. They were together, and here, and that was what mattered.

Moving against him, rocking his body against the point man's. "God. Thought... I can't... I need you here," he finally managed, breathing the word out between kisses. "I know jobs," he said, still rocking against him, caught up in lust and love and a million other things. "But make this home, Arthur. Please."

He hadn't even thought about it, about making him moving in official, but there it was.

Arthur shivered underneath his body and let a low noise escape his mouth as he concentrated on feeling the other man above him. "You are my home," he said, not having meant to say it quite like that but it was the truth.

Wherever Tony was, Arthur was home.

He had been to many places and had many safe houses all around the world but when it came down to it, nothing had felt like home. Not until he had met Tony and they started building something together. Building a relationship together. It was only then that Arthur started to feel like he had somewhere he could and wanted to return to.

No one had ever said anything like that to Tony. Hell, he had never expected to hear anything like that in all his life. Yet he knew it was true. They were together. They were with one another.

"Yeah well, I'm here, so stay with me. You can have your own room, a lab, an office. Whatever you need, but make it here," he said, leaning down to kiss him again.

He needed this so badly that it made his chest hurt. His damn heart actually hurt thinking about close he had come to losing this perfect man beneath him, and he would never take that chance again.

Not if they could somehow avoid it.

He hadn't realized he was holding his breath until that exact moment that Tony had reiterated that he wanted Arthur there. To stay there. With him. And he would have responded, especially to that 'his own room' bit but then Tony's mouth was on his again and he really loved the way Tony's mouth felt against his.

Arthur pulled away from his mouth for just a second to respond. "I don't want my own room. An office, however, is something I could use," he said before leaning up to kiss him again, sliding a hand into his hair. "An an extra large closet,"he teased him with a smile.

He didn't want to lose Tony and though he would continue to take jobs, he was not working a job that would potentially make him lose this man above him. When he was on that plane to New York and had yet to get a hold of Stark, he had felt sick to his stomach with worry - sure he had lost him or something else terrible had happened.

Tony was tense. He was taking a chance, asking for something he ha never thought he would honestly wan. Except he did. He wanted it more than he could ever imagine. He wanted this and then Arthur was saying he didn't need his own room and his shoulders relaxed ever so slightly.

"Well, office can happen, with your own whiteboard walls," he said, smirking at that. "And we'll convert the room you don't want into a closet," he offered, meaning it. "I'll get Pepper on it in the morning, have it done in a few days. If you need things moved here, we can do it, or hire someone."

He understood that Arthur might not want strangers, even ones that Tony hired, handling his things.

"Anything else you need? Speak now or forever hold your peace," he teased.

"And filing cabinets and one of your special computer systems," he teased him with a smile. He liked his whiteboards. They created less of a mess than chalkboards did and no matter how many times he found himself careful with chalk, it always managed to find it's way on his suit of the day.

"May want to focus on the clean up part first - considering most of the tower is destroyed," he said with a smile. As much as he loved the idea of Tony getting started on things for him, Tony had more important situations to take care of. What with gods and the alien invasion. "It'll give me time to pack my things in the flat here and move it over."

As much as he trusted Tony and knew he only hired the best, Arthur didn't want strangers to touch his things. He appreciated the sentiment all the same.

"As of this second? I have no other requests. Other than this...," he leaned up to press his mouth to Tony's again, tightening his fingers in Tony's hair with an appreciative sound.

"Oh I see how it is. Looking for special boyfriend privileges for a top of the line Stark computer, are we? Want the phone and watch that goes with too," he asked, definitely teasing him. Already he was building the system in his mind. "Course, you give up the whiteboards and you can have the full hologram imaging system. Might even manage a travel one for you to take on jobs," he noted, wondering if that would be too much of a give away or, if in his circles, there was enough secretiveness no one would mention it.

"Well, you know. That," he said, waving a hand, smirking. "As for that..." He paused though, considering. "I may revise the plans, because I was going to make floors for the others, but if you're staying here, I won't have you leaving because you're afraid they'll know you're here," he asid, working to protect Arthur as Arthur wanted to be.

That was definitely distracting enough, leaning up into the kiss with a groan, moving to push closer to him, rocking gently against the other man.

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