Two Is Better Than One
Tony Stark was never a man who thought he needed the company of another person in order to be happy. Love was a concept he never believed in, just some mediocre word to explain the chemical reactions within the brain. But then again he never allowed himself to get attached, too afraid of his feelings that he instead chose to pretend as though he had none. At least until he met him that is.
Their first meeting could hardly be considered love at first sight and their second encounter was even less romantic. But still after the smoke had cleared, when all was said and done, he was left with something other than scars.
“You are thinking again.”
“What?” Tony said, being pulled from his thoughts by the sound of his lover’s voice.
“You were thinking of something.”
“I was thinking of you.” He answered without missing a beat.
“Do not tease me Anthony.”
Perhaps it was those vibrant eyes that seemed to constantly glow with a mischievous glint. It could be the way silk that enveloped every word, every when there was nothing but malice in his voice. Maybe it was simply just the thrill of having a God by his side.
“If you must know I happen to think of you a lot.” Tony stated.
“Flattery will get you nowhere love.”
“Who said I was trying to go anywhere? I like it just where I’m at.” He said then leaned over and gave his lover a kiss.
But for the first time, Tony Stark found that two is better than one.