He was pretty nice at first.

They met at a party, a rather big one as usual. Tony hadn't wanted to be there, but Pepper was already mad at him for skipping out on yet another business meeting, so making her more angry would be a death wish. After a few exhausting hours of pleasing obnoxious, but powerful people, he maneuvered his way to the balcony, took a deep breath of fresh air, and loosened the tie around his neck.

He was there a few seconds later. Taking a drag of a cheap cigarette, he claimed the spot on the rail next to Tony. His caramel hair was messed up, but not in an unattractive way. His skin was a golden tan. His eyes were startling, bright emerald. He was wearing a tux, but on closer inspection, it wasn't over a hundred dollars.

"Most of the people in there are stuck up. You don't belong, do you?" he commented, his voice light and airy.

Looking over the inexpensive clothing the man was wearing, Tony raised a brow. "You obviously don't belong either."

The other smirked at that. "I'm Damien. Nice to meet you, Tony Stark. Now, tell me, does the sex only extend to girls?"

The break up with Pepper still hurt, but this wasn't going to turn into a long time thing. "Kinky," Tony simply replied.

Unlike the billionaire's previous one night stands, it wasn't a one night stand.

In the morning, the bed was surprisingly empty when he woke. Curious, because Tony usually woke before his lover of the night. Was even more surprising was the mouth watering scent of food sneaking into the room.

Rubbing his eyes, Tony slipped on a pair of shorts and stumbled over to the kitchen.

Damien was there, a too short apron on and a mixer in his hand. There was a splash of batter on his cheek.

"Morning, beautiful." Damien smiled. "Hope you like pancakes."

"Love 'em." Tony smirked back despite his confusion.

"I'll leave if you want, but I have to say I like it here. Not to mention you're gorgeous. I would be stupid to leave that behind."

"No, no, it's fine. Stay if you want. I don't care." The avenger waved a hand.

"Great!"

Damien didn't leave the next day, or the day after that, or the one after that, but Tony didn't mind. The brunette was rather easy to get along with, and he enjoyed cooking for Tony. He became the second person that was able to drag Toyn out of the workshop.

It wasn't long before they were offically-unoffically together.

"Tony," Damien purred, his mouth nipping at Tony's neck while his arms were wrapping around the shorter male's torso.

"Not now," Tony groaned, annoyed. "This has to be in tomo-"

"Come on! I'm so fucking horny right now-" A hand tugged on the engineer's arm.

"No."

"Ugh, Stark, stop being so difficult and selfish. You'd really reject your boyfriend like this? I'm sure the press would have a field day." Instead of filled with mirth, Damien's voice was bitter. The fingers tightened around the arm, and suddenly, it was painful.

He sighed. "I'll be out in a moment, alright? Let me finish this."

Damien seemed pleased with that, and left the workshop.

Tony glanced down at the blue already marking his arm, then at a somehow very worried looking Dummy.

"JARVIS, delete the last five minutes of visual and audial footage," Tony ordered quietly.

"But, Sir-" The AI almost sounded concerned.

"Just do it."

"Yes, Sir."