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"Thanks again, Zakeef," Tony says at the shuttle airlock, watching Ayin corral his children into their seats on the shuttle that would take them to Zakeef and Ayin's house for the night, "We really owe you one."

"Just not in the face," Zakeef jokes, and Tony rolls his eyes and glares.

"Oh, ha ha, very funny," Tony says, crossing his hands over his chest and then raising one hand to touch his fingers to the still-tender bruise under his eye. He still felt agitated and unsettled about the fight yesterday, though all the blind fury had left him. Mostly he just felt foolish for resorting to such immature tactics, though he hadn't been so angry since his parents had arrested Roddie and his friends. He just wished the whole thing had never happened, though he knew if he had another chance he'd do the same over again.

He's still quiet and stony as he gives goodbye handshakes to Zakeef and Ayin and waves to the kids, then stands by the viewport and watches the shuttle take off and zip towards the planet. He feels the same little thrill of fear watching them go, even though he's done it hundreds of times, just plagued by the paranoid worry and the what-ifs. His expression is somewhat severe as he turns to Roddie after the shuttle's gone, though his thoughts are far away and not on Roddie at all.

"We should be getting back," Tony says, starting off towards the exit, "What should we do for dinner? Cook something? Or just get take out?" he says, his expression still closed off and his arms still crossed over his chest.

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Roddie follows close behind him, a little alarmed by the way he was acting. He wants to ask, wants Tony to talk to him, but he doesn't know how to begin the conversation.

"I was, uh, thinking takeout," he offers, scratching his head as he struggles to keep in step with him, "There's that sushi place you like, you want to pick up from there?"

He wets his lips and chews on the inside of his cheek, and after a moment of deliberation he reaches out and puts a hand on Tony's shoulder.

"Hey, man, are you -- all right?" he asks seriously.

Tony startles a little when Roddie touches his shoulder, jarred from his thoughts, and looks at Roddie with wide eyes.

"Oh. Oh, yeah, sorry," Tony says, sighing and running a hand back through his gray-streaked hair, "...Sorry. I'm just... distracted. Sushi sounds great." He gives Roddie a smile but it's a little forced, and then reaches up to squeeze Roddie's hand.

He holds Roddie's hand while they walk to the sushi place and order, making an effort towards friendly conversation and affection towards his husband but his expression doesn't really budge past stony annoyance.

When they get back to their oddly quiet apartment Tony unpacks the sushi onto plates and helps Roddie set the table with their nicer dishes, as this was the one time a week they had private time and Tony enjoyed making it special and adult, unlike the rest of the week, which tended to be a sea of sippy cups and plastic plates. Tony doesn't really start to relax until he sits down and sees Roddie across the table from him, and he smiles genuinely for the first time since yesterday afternoon.

Roddie mirrors his smile as he picks up his chopsticks in one hand and uses them to pop a piece of sushi into his mouth. He reaches the short distance across the table to take one of Tony's hands in his own, synthetic one, stroking it lightly with his metallic thumb.

"What's the matter, baby?" he asks once he's swallowed, his voice gentle and low, "You've been...I don't know, messed up since yesterday. You never really even told me what happened, you just...wanted to go to bed. And that's fine, I mean...I'd just like to know, is all."

Tony sighs, looking down at Roddie's hand, squeezing it back.

"I just... I feel like an idiot about it, is all. I mean, I acted like a teenager only... I never did anything like that when I was a teenager. I guess I'm just... I know she was trying to rile me up, and I guess I'm just ashamed that it worked. But..." Tony remembers the rumors she'd attempted to circulate and feels his anger bubble again, squeezing Roddie's hand harder, "But she tried to make you out like some kind of villain!" Tony bursts out, gritting his teeth, "Like you're this terrible dad and husband, she said you were having an affair! She said she saw you with someone! Like I'd believe that for a second! I mean, you only dated one person before we started going out--not that she knows that, but--" Tony shoves a piece of sushi in his mouth to stop himself from ranting just for a moment, washing it down with a gulp of wine.

"I just-- I just got so furious that people could see you that way, when you're the most amazing husband and father not to mention the most perfect incredible selfless amazing person I've ever met," Tony sighs, running his hand through his hair again and not realizing how hard he's gripping Roddie's hand until it creaks a little, and he loosens his grip, "Sorry."

"It's fine," Roddie says, laughing slightly, "Not like I can feel it."

His face is slightly flushed, partly from embarrassment and partly just from hearing Tony talk about him that way, and he scrubs his face overhis mouth and beard.

"She said...an affair? Jesus," he sighs, his ears burning a little, "I guess I...made her madder than I thought."

He eats a little more of his food, looking down at their joined hands contemplatively while he chews.

"How's your eye feel?" he asks, "You put ice on it, right? Man, I don't ever remember seeing you get a black eye, even when we were running around getting our asses kicked in all the time when we were kids."

There's a smile in his eyes as he says it, and he can't help grinning a little even with his mouth full.

Tony laughs, shaking his head and gingerly touching his eye.

"Yeah, somehow I managed to avoid getting in a fist fight until now. Though there was that time I had all those rocks fall on me. But that was less of a black eye and more of a full body cast," Tony smiles, eating a few more piece of sushi before he speaks again.

"I guess this is our life now," Tony says, smiling even as he sighs, "I get in fist fights with soccer moms over your honor and you're running off the station all the time because you have a secret wife you're hiding from me." Tony chuckles and shakes his head, then brings Roddie's hand to his face, kissing his knuckles.

"I know she's just jealous that I'm married to the hottest guy on the station," he says, giving Roddie a smirk over his hand.

Roddie laughs, scooting his chair in closer to the table.

"Oh, yeah? I'll have to meet him sometime," he jokes, "Wait, is his name Tony? Because I'm married to Tony. Is he double timing me? Bastard."

He kicks Tony lightly under the table and smirks at him through another mouth full of food, and he's surprised to look down and see he's almost cleared his plate. Tearing open one of the unused bags of plastic utensils, he wipes his mouth hastily with the napkin inside.

"So..." he says, resting his chin in his hands and his elbows on the table, "You wanna...rent something?"

Tony laughs and shakes his head at Roddie's corny jokes, then levels him with a look when Roddie asks about a movie. He smiles a little, shifting his leg under the table until he's sliding his toes along Roddie's shin.

"What do you say we skip the movie?" he says, his eyelids lowered and his voice husky, "I don't have any intention of watching it, anyways." He gets up then, scooting around the table and lowering himself into Roddie's lap, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

Roddie's eyes widen a little, and his eyebrows shoot up when he laughs.

"Well," he says, letting his hands settle around Tony's waist and pulling him close, "I was going to take my time getting there, but...since you're here already."

He easily slides a hand up over Tony's back to cradle the back of his neck, and he cranes his own head up and kisses him deeply.

"I've wanted you," he breathes, breaking away from his mouth to kiss his jaw, then down to his neck, mouthing lightly at his adam's apple.

"You smell nice," he mumbles against the skin of his throat, and he untucks Tony's shirt from his pants to slide his hands under the material and feel his skin.

Tony hums a little at the attention, tilting his head to the side to give Roddie more room.

"I always want you," he sighs, rubbing his hands over Roddie's shoulders and then burying them in his hair, "Because you're mine. And that floozy never had a shot." Tony smiles, arching his back into Roddie's hands and moaning softly.

"Are you gloating?" Roddie chuckles, as he starts unbuttoning Tony's shirt from the top. He kisses the skin there as soon as its exposed, licking and sucking a line on his chest. He gets all the buttons undone and hungrily slides his hands up and down Tony's body, relishing the feeling of his skin beneath his hands.

"I love you, Tony," he mutters, closing his eyes as he lightly and affectionately grazes his nails over Tony's back.

"Hey, if you actually realized how smoking hot you are, you'd be gloating too," Tony said, tilting back a little to give Roddie room to take off his shirt. But then, that delightful naivete is one of the things Tony loves about Roddie.

Tony bites his lip at Roddie's words, feeling his heart swell a little, and he gasps at the feel of Roddie's nails.

"I love you too," he says, and then stands up over the chair, tilting Roddie's head back to kiss him deeply. Then he stands back, pulling Roddie to his feet and then tugging him along, kissing him again as he walks backwards, out of the dining room and into the living room.

Roddie kisses him softly all the way to the couch, keeping his eyes cracked open to look over Tony's shoulder and steer him im the right direction. When the backs of Tony's legs touch the couch, he pauses, crossing his arms and pulling off his own shirt before diving back in to mouth at Tony's ear and neck.

"Got anything special in mind?" he asks, pulling back to touch his forehead to Tony's and run his hands up and down his sides. He can't help smiling a little, and expression is full of totally unabashed affection.

"God," Tony gasps, leaning back a little to watch Roddie's rippling muscles while he pulls his shirt off. Tony's hands go instantly to his abs, fondling the soft skin over taut muscle, "I just want to lick you," Tony says and then does just that, leaning in to mouth at his chest. It's not until he's laved his tongue across one of Roddie's pecs that he realizes what Roddie had said, and how he'd said it with that soft lovesick expression on his face.

"Oh," Tony says, leaning back and flushing, "Um. Not particularly. I just want you." His eyes are drawn down to Roddie's muscles again, trying to return Roddie's softly sweet look but getting distracted by all the sexy laid out in front of him.

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Roddie laughs a little at Tony's obvious distraction, shaking his head slightly.

"Go ahead," he laughs, pushing Tony gently back onto the couch and straddling his lap, leaning back to give him room to mouth and lick at his chest and stomach.

"Trying to be romantic here, but this guy just wants to use me for my body," he grumbles under his breath, jokingly, combing his fingers affectionately back through Tony's hair.

Tony dives in gladly, holding Roddie's waist as he licks and sucks at Roddie's collarbone and then down over his pecs. He laughs at Roddie's comment, nodding and shooting him a mischievous smirk.

"It's true. I just married you because of all those times you took your shirt off." He focuses back on Roddie's chest, licking at the scar tissue along the seam where metal met skin, and then moving over to suck and nibble on Roddie's nipple. One of his hands fondles the metal half of Roddie's chest while the other slides around to press down against the front of Roddie's jeans.

"Good thing I did, then," Roddie laughs. He groans a little at the press of Tony's hand against his hardening erection, and pushes his hips down, rubbing his ass against the crotch of Tony's pants.

"Here," he mumbles, standing up long enough to unfasten his jeans and slide them down his legs. He steps out of them before sitting back in Tony's lap and stroking both his hands slowly over Tony's chest and shoulders.

Tony groans in appreciation, one hand going to squeeze Roddie's ass while the other gently strokes his erection to full hardness. He cranes his neck up to kiss Roddie, pressing his tongue into Roddie's mouth like he wants to taste his molars. Tony pulls away after a few moments, gasping softly and kissing Roddie's neck.

"What do you want?" he asks huskily, his mouth pressed against Roddie's skin, "You want me to blow you? You want to get fucked?"

"Yeah," Roddie groans, flushing a little at Tony's propensity for dirty talk, like he always did, "Both. Both is good. Can we do both? You want to get the stuff?"

He asks, but he makes no attempt to remove himself from Tony's lap, leaning over to kiss him deeply again, his tongue fighting its way across Tony's and pushing into the back of his mouth. He makes a small sound and gasps, pulling back and wiping the corners of his mouth with his thumb before standing halfway up and giving Tony room to move.

"Yeah, absolutely," Tony says, returning Roddie's kisses and not making any move towards getting up until Roddie stands up.

"I'll be right back," Tony says, planting a quick kiss on Roddie's mouth and squeezing his as before he pads out of the room. He returns a minute or two later with lube and a condom, both of which he drops onto the floor next to the couch before stripping off his trousers and underwear and dropping them on the floor. He moves in to kiss Roddie and lower him onto his back on the couch, then breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down over Roddie's neck and chest.

Roddie relaxes back onto the couch and cards his hand through Tony's hair, tilting his head and looking down at him with half-lidded eyes. His now fully hard cock was jutting against Tony's chest, and he cant help but push up against him gently to get some friction between them.

"God, Tony," he sighs, "You're killing me, you know it?"

Tony looks up at Roddie's words, grinning wickedly as he pushes his chest up so the head of Roddie's cock just barely brushes against him.

"I know it," he says, winking, and then plants a few more sucking kisses down Roddie's abdomen before settling between his legs. He runs his fingers lightly up and down the shaft, moving his head in close to lick a stripe from base to head and then pulls back a bare inch, purposely breathing over the wet streak, just to hear the desperate little noises Roddie makes when he's being teased.

"Augh, Tony," Roddie laughs around a whine, covering his face with his hands and rubbing his eyes, "You're gonna drive me crazy."

He could feel himself start to ache, and it was all he could do not to push up into Tony's mouth. He balls his hand into a fist in Tony's hair, and he can't help but breathe a little heavily.

Tony chuckles a little and then takes pity on him, closing his mouth around the head and sucking, his cheeks hollowing. He wraps one hand around the base of his cock to steady it and cups his balls in his other hand, rolling them a little and then moving his hand farther back to press his fingers against his perineum. He pulls his mouth back to lick his way up and down the shaft, planting wet, messy kisses while he watches Roddie's face.

Roddie lets out a grateful sigh, and bites down lightly on his lip as he lets his eyes close again. His stomach muscles tense as he flexes his hips up into Tony's mouth. He swings his synthetic leg up over Tony's shoulder, pressing his heel down against Tony's back.

"God," he groans, loudly, and his voice starts to break.

Tony pulls away momentarily to grab the lube off the floor, coating his fingers with it and then pressing Roddie's legs apart so he can reach between them. He sucks on the head of Roddie's cock again while he slides his fingers over his asshole, just rubbing over it for a few strokes before he presses a finger inside.

Then he starts sucking Roddie off in earnest, lowering his head until he feels Roddie's cock brush against the back of his throat, sucking and swallowing. He adds a second finger at the same time, sliding them both in and out a few times before he curls them and brushes his fingers against Roddie's prostate. He pulls his mouth off of Roddie with a pop, gasping in a couple of breaths before he can speak.

"Do you want to come now? Or wait?" he says, then dives back in, sucking Roddie down to the root again.

"Wait, wait," Roddie gasps desperately, almost missing the question for how focused he was on the movements of Tony's hands, "Wait, not yet, just...give me a minute, I don't want to yet."

He sits up, pulling away from Tony's hands with a breathless laugh and rubbing his eyes.

"You're...too good at that for your own good," he snickers quietly into his hands.

Tony sits back, wiping delicately at his mouth and chin and holding his lube-covered fingers away from his body.

"Well, I've had a lot of practice," he says with a smirk, leaning in to kiss the hands covering Roddie's face and then his cheek and lips when he moves them, "I bet if I was really trying I could make you come in like, a minute. We should try that sometime." He laughs softly, rubbing over Roddie's neck and shoulders with his free hand, hoping to soothe him.

"Yeah," Roddie laughs, breathlessly, wrapping his arms around Tony and holding him close, "Sometime. Not tonight, though. We should try that when we don't have the whole house to ourselves."

He returns Tony's kisses, pecking at his mouth and his cheek and settling down with his forehead resting on Tony's shoulder. It takes him a minute to catch his breath, and when he does, he looks up at him, with a sort-of dopey smile on his face.

"All right," he sighs, "I'm good, I can keep going."

Tony leans back a little, smiling affectionately when he sees the silly grin on Roddie's face.

"You're such a dope," Tony says, his voice warm, before he sits back again. He retrieves the lube and slicks up his fingers again, moving them with more intent to prepare Roddie than to make him come down his throat. He strokes Roddie's cock with his free hand to help distract him from the stretch as he adds a third finger, thrusting them in and out slowly and scissoring them. After a minute or two he slows his movements, pulling back a little and kissing Roddie's thigh.

"All right. You ready?" Tony asks, sitting up on his knees.

"Yeah," Roddie sighs, leaning back onto the couch. He crosses his legs behind Tony's back and angles his hips up towards him.

"Yeah, do it," he says again, wetting his lips and wrapping his hand around his own cock, pumping it slowly.

Tony nods, taking a moment to bite his lip and look at Roddie spread out below him, flushed and beautiful and there was a small part of Tony that still couldn't believe the love in his eyes was for him. Hell, he doubted he'd ever totally believe it.

"Did I mention that you're really hot?" Tony says, leaning over to kiss Roddie while he reaches over the side of the bed for the condom, "And mine. All mine." He nibbles Roddie's bottom lip and then sits back, tearing open the condom and rolling it on. He adds some more lube, hissing through his teeth when he strokes himself to spread it evenly, then leans forward, bracing himself with one arm on the back of the couch while the other guides his cock towards Roddie's hole. He presses in slowly, biting his lip hard and moaning as he holds himself back and makes his movements slow and gentle.

"Yeah, you might have mentioned that. Like, a few minutes ago," Roddie jokes, and his chuckling is interrupted by a loud groan when Tony pushes himself inside of him. He reaches up and plants his arms on his shoulders as soon as he's in reach, rubbing them back and forth over his chest and neck.

"A-ah, yeah," he breathes, trailing one hand down his body and taking hold of his own cock again. He jerks himself in time with Tony's movements, and presses his heels down into Tony's lower back to help him set a comfortable pace.

Tony stops when he's buried inside Roddie to the hilt, groaning low and breathing hard. He lets Roddie adjust to the intrusion, rubbing his free hand up and down his thigh.

"Fuck," Tony curses softly, throwing his head to toss his bangs out of his face, "So good, Roddie." He tilts his head to press a kiss to the side of Roddie's knee and then starts moving his hips, pulling gently out and then pushing back in, moaning and hissing in a breath through his teeth as he does.

Roddie groans with each thrust, pumping the fist around his cock a little more forcefully as Tony sets a faster pace. His other hand reaches down to grasp for whatever part of Tony he can reach. He finds his hand, and grabs it firmly.

"G-God, Tony," he stammers, biting down hard on his bottom lip.

"Keep going, don't stop," he urges breathlessly, despite the fact that Tony wasn't showing any signs that he intended to slow down.

Tony grips Roddie's hand tightly, shifting his weight so he can thrust harder into Roddie.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck," Tony swears, nodding, leaning forward to messily kiss Roddie's mouth, then tilting his head to suck on his jaw and neck. He doesn't realize how forceful he's being until he fucks Roddie right into the arm of the couch.

"Oh, shit, sorry, hang on," Tony says, adjusting his grip to the armrest and using it to support his weight and keep him from shoving Roddie forward, "Fuck. Ohh, fuck."

Roddie's slight laughter at being slammed into the armrest of the couch is mingled with a loud, helpless moan. He hooks his hand around the back of Tony's neck and pulls him back down for another sloppy, directionless kiss, gasping and breathing heavily into Tony's mouth as he pushes his tongue against his.

"Jesus, Tony," he groans, stroking himself faster and arching his back off the couch as Tony makes a particularly good stroke into him, "I-I'm gonna come, I'm coming--"

He barely has time to get the words out before the orgasm takes him, and he rides it out, pushing back hard against Tony and coming hard over his own chest and stomach.

Tony fucks Roddie right through his orgasm, pushing himself up a little so he can watch, his eyes flitting between Roddie's face and his cock.

"Oh, fucking hell, Roddie," Tony groans, fucking him harder as Roddie tightens and writhes through his orgasm, "You're gonna kill me." His thrusts continue to gain in speed and force until Roddie starts to relax, then Tony reaches down to grab his hip, pulling him back onto his cock as he spirals towards orgasm.

Tony manages a handful more thrusts before he's coming, letting out a string of loudly moaned curses interspersed with Roddie's name as he slams in hard and comes inside.

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