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Bon Voyage, Arthur: For Specification

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"Exactly what I'm thinking," he murmured, giving a sharp nip to Arthur's earlobe before kissing the spot. It was much more teasing than he was with many, enjoying the reaction he could manage from Arthur, whereas with so many he sought only his own pleasure. "I'm thinking about taking advantage of you to remind you that you need to be back here sooner than later.'

Just dropping the coat, he put his hands back on his hips, moving to guide him to the bed.

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"I can neither confirm nor deny that though I wouldn't delve into your belly button too deeply," he said, working so hard to keep a straight face.

A brow arched. "Well of course. It is my security I care for after all." Then he did grin.

Arthur chuckled and started to, reluctantly, pull out of Stark's arms and sit up. "Of course," he sent him a grin. "It's all I'm good at - security."

He could feel the slick trickle out and the twinge in his muscles - oh he was certainly feeling it. He hummed and shifted before leaning down and nipping at Tony's bottom lip.

"Well, you said it not me," he teased, moving to sit up. "Just so long as you know your place," he said with a smile, unwilling to even make the outright pretense that it was true.

"Mmm, keep that up and you won't be leaving."

He sent Tony an amused smirk before humming. "Mm, you and I both wish but I must get up and go," he said before slipping off the bed and standing. Arthur could feel the stretch of his muscles and made his way to the bathroom, a little less than graceful.

Tony stretched out on the bed, naked and sheened with sweat and not looking the least bit concerned about the way he looked, the lewdness of his splayed form.

"Take too long and I'm following you in the there."

"Promise?" He called out to him with a teasing infliction in his tone. He picked up a clean wash cloth, got it wet before he started washing himself off. Arthur's lips quirked up when he noticed the marks left on his body. They would be something he would miss after they faded and he could no longer feel them.

After Arthur had washed himself off, he sat the cloth down and washed his hands. With a wet hand, Arthur ran it through his hair and knew it was no use to truly slick it back just now.

"I follow you and you're not getting out of here today," he called back, not even moving off the bed. Sprawled and replete, comfortable with himself and their relationship. At least within these walls.

"You're taking a long time, Arthur. Are you hoping I come save you from the drain?"

Arthur grinned to himself and stepped out of the bathroom. "I had hoped so but as we both know, you come in after me and I'll never leave." He sent Tony a smirk before he walked closer to the bed and picked up his boxers, sliding them on. Soon, he would be on a flight back to Paris and surrounded by everything that he would have to do to make sure this job went off without a bigger hitch. For now -- for now, Arthur was just reveling in the last time he would see Stark for at least months to come.

"I considered it but..." He sat up, serious for a moment. "The sooner I let you get on with this, the sooner you're back. Beyond that, I won't have you leaving angry with me that you were late because I needed you," he said softly.

He stopped, realizing what he'd said. Pushing to his feet, he moved to pull Arthur into his arms once more. "If anything happens, if you need me, call and I will be there," he whispered in a low voice.

It took Arthur only a second or two quicker to realize what Tony had said. Despite himself, Arthur felt his lips to curl up. He left his slacks where they were and wrapped an arm around Stark. "I know, Tony and I'll be fine," he said before leaning up to press their lips together.

"Of course you will," he murmured against Arthur's mouth, keeping him close. "You have no idea how things could turn out if you don't return."

With a job like this, Arthur knew he shouldn't make promises he couldn't keep. It wasn't in his nature to do so but when it came to Stark and their relationship...he wanted to make those promises. Arthur nipped at his bottom lip and pulled back with a hum.

"No, I don't but I can only imagine what kind of havoc you would reign. Pepper will at least be around to help keep you from blowing the house up." And doing anything else crazy while he was gone.

Stark snorted, rolling his eyes. "She'll try. I'll smile sweetly, remind her that it's my house and my explosives and then she'll spin spin spin things so that I come out looking better than I am," he admitted with a grin.

It was a smile that faded quickly.

"Arthur, whatever you might hear in the media, remember that I miss you and you're part of my life." He would have to play, pretend that he had lovers and all that came with the life he'd had before all of this. "Remember that."

Arthur chuckled, ducking his head a little before nodding. That was exactly how it would go too, he was sure.

He raised his gaze to Stark and arched an eyebrow. "We've been through this before, Tony. It's what we were discussing a bit ago, right? Keeping appearances." Arthur's lips quirked up. "No, I know that you'll miss me." And he would miss Tony too.

"I know we've talkd about it before but I want to make sure you're okay with it," he said, voice a low and velvetty rumble as he shifted, leaning his brow against Arthur's.

"Good. You better know that. I'd hate to have to get your name tattooed on my ass and have people speculating who Arthur is."

"We do what we have to do," he said, leaning his brow against Tony's. He silently breathed the other man in. "You do what you have to to keep up appearances and I'm doing what I have to." He paused and looked at the older man.

Arthur couldn't help himself, he laughed. "Yeah, that would be a way to come out."

"You know that you're the only one I've said those words to right," he asked, still hedging around saying he needed Arthur but wanting to make sure he knew and believed it.

He snorted, smiling though. "I'll tell them it's what I call Pepper in private. Let her deal with it."

Arthur's gaze softened as he nodded. "Yeah, I know." Tony Stark wasn't exactly the sort of man to tell anyone that he needed them. "Same goes for me, you know," he admitted and looked at him seriously.

"Ah, right," Arthur chuckled, nodded. "I can see that one going over very well."

"Well, yeah. I know," he said with a grin. "Course, you end up in the paper and we have bigger worries don't we?" Which did worry Tony. A lot.

"The papers would love it. Pepper would beat us both with a newspaper."

Arthur's lips curled up. "What I mean is, you matter to me and I need you too. Even if you don't hear from me often." Or at all went unsaid. It got easier, saying those words to Tony. He meant them though. Every single word.

He chuckled. "I'll leave you with those honors."

"Yeah, I'm aware." It was said softly, eyes lighting up to hear Arthur say it. Just hearing it meant so much and it really scared him that he liked hearing it that much. "Go on and get back. I know... Whatever it takes, however long. Got it? When you get back, call me soon as you can. If I don't hear from you... so be it but I get at least a text every week or I come and find you."

There was that tiny fear that if something happened, if Arthur died, he would never know.

Arthur nodded and allowed him another moment to just rest his head against Stark's shoulder. "I know," he said. He smiled and lifted his head to look at him again with a nod. "A text every week." And more if he could sway it. Tony Stark knew just how to calm him down when he absolutely needed it.

With another kiss, Arthur slipped away and got dressed again. He finalized the look by slipping in his cufflinks and straightened his tie. "I will talk to you soon."

The moment Arthur started to move away, Tony let him. He had been clingy enough not to continue once he knew the moment had come. Grabbing his slacks, he pulled them on and then stood there, watching the other man as he dressed.

"Do try and stay sane," he said, a cruel jab at the man he blamed for a lot of heartache in Arthur's life. And yet a plea as well.

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