long overdue

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It's Ricki's little ramshackle apartment, but there Peter is one morning, perched on the loveseat, reading a file, waiting for Bruce Wayne to arrive.

He has a gun, but tucked out of sight, not on his person. Just in case.

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Tony snorts.

"You have a sugar daddy, you can drink the good stuff whenever you want now."

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"That's right."

Recalling, with a faint smile.

"You're going to buy me a sniper rifle, aren't you, daddy?"

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Tony shivers, feeling incredibly inappropriate for how 'daddy' makes him feel. He grins.

"I'll design one just for you if you're very, very good."

He licks his lips.

"...Wow."

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"You liked that."

Peter judges, looking him up and down.

"I'm going to rock your universe of its' foundation the moment I'm not too hurt to manage to get it up."

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"I never got the 'daddy' thing. I had one girl call me that once, and I laughed so hard I couldn't get it up."

He grins at him, lazy and thoughtful and possessive.

"But you say it and I could just about take you right here anyway."

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"Oh, daddy, please."

He tells him, knees knocking together, slouching back in his seat like an errant schoolboy.

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"You're terrible."

He laughs, even as he leans in and kisses him. Hard.

"We should stop or I really will just- get really frustrated because you need to rest and heal before I can touch you."

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Peter huffs, softly, and leans back. It's a measure of how hurt he is that he doesn't protest that he can do it, absolutely, definitely.

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"Drink your medicine."

He teases, but he's worried about Peter now, so he goes to get the ice himself.

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"Do you ever notice how Bruce feels just- very steady?"

Peter asks him, shyly.

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Tony settles down and presses ice in a washcloth to Peter's cheek.

"He's my rock."

It's probably the most romantic, cliche thing he's ever said but there is no other way to describe the way he needs Bruce.

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"I'm glad to have you two to come back to."

Bright eyes opening.

"Wayne wants to you pay Ricki out. He says I'm slinking back to you, making him think he's alone."

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"Ricki would think I was trying to get rid of him if I did."

It's the only reason Tony sends him into danger: so that Ricki will know that Tony wants him.

"And slinking? I'd have you and Ricki both if I could, so this 'being alone' thing is shit."

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"I did dislocate his shoulder. I'm not actually an angel, Tony."

Reminding him.

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"I never said you were. But he still wants you, so you're not exactly repellent either."

He sips his refilled drink and nods at him significantly.

"But no more dislocations in my house unless they're trying to steal something."

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"He deserved it, that time."

He informs him, looking at the ceiling.

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"You never did tell me why you were so pissed at him back then."

Or rather, Tony's distractable mind doesn't remember it immediately.

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"He stalked me off-duty, outed me as queer, and fucked my boyfriend."

Peter reminds him, blinking hard.

"It wasn't- it felt. Invasive. I know we don't have- I'd have rather he hadn't done that with you. It made me feel... insignificant."

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It's been months, almost a year, but they've never talked about it. He looks at him very soberly.

"You aren't."

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"It was a tremendous violation of my trust, on his part."

He tells the ceiling.

"It almost cost me you. I came so close to running, and not looking back."

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"I was really scared you would."

He can admit that now, quietly.

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"I had my bag packed."

He tells him.

"It was the fear in your voice that stopped me. But it wasn't an all right thing for him to do. It took a long time for me to forgive him."

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"And me?"

Because he'd been as complicit, after all.

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He shrugs, still watching ceiling tiles.

"I love you. You know that. I don't want to change you or police you. And I know he didn't tell you the whole truth to start with. So I can live with it."

Even if he's blinking hard, almost a year later.

"It's an irrational thing to mind."

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"I like him. I care what happens to him. But he's not you. You're my boyfriend for a reason--you're one of only two I've ever had. You're one of three people I've ever seriously dated. You're in my exclusive little club because I get more than a good time from you. You understand?"

He sits up, to peer down at Peter, block his vision. He's as relaxed as ever, but genuine, too.

"There are things about you that I could never find in anyone else."