A/N: I don't know when I'll get to the next section, but will try as often as I have time. There should be only 2 left after this, and if ppl really like it maybe a sequel :3 So do lemme know if you'd like that ^w^
This section takes place immediately after the first section.
Comments make the sun rise!! 8D! (But seriously, I need them like heroine. _O)
Holmes had already removed his jacket, vest, cravat and was sliding off his suspenders. The man works fast. Tony watched with bated breath as Holmes un-tucked the shirt and began to unbutton it. It felt as if it was all going in slow-motion. He felt his face heat up whenever he saw a little flash of skin. He let out a long trembling breath that he hadn't noticed he'd been holding to try and steady himself when Holmes slid the shirt off completely, showing his fit, muscular -- yet thin and delicate--body underneath.
Holmes seemed oblivious to his captive audience, so Tony took it as an invitation to keep on staring. He enjoyed everything he saw. Everything he did was turning him on more than the last, even when he unclipped the suspenders from his pants. His pants. His mind wandered darkly, They need to go.
"Mr. Stark?"
Bet I can help him with that. He looks tense, I know a wonderful remedy for that too. Jesus I bet he's got a gorgeous ass, from the way the pants form around it looks heart shaped--
"Mr. Stark."
"Hmm?" Tony snapped his head back up to meet Holmes impatient face. The man's hands were on his hips now. Tony thought he looked sexy that way.
"Is there something wrong?" Holmes questioned him.
"Oh no. Just enjoying the free striptease." He smiled at the detective, which grew a little wider when he saw the puzzled look on Holmes' face about what he said. He doesn't know what I'm talking about. Ohh, this is going to be way more fun than I thought. It'll be like talking dirty with a blonde virgin who brings a bubble wand for a 'Blow Job'.
Holmes dropped his arms to his sides. "Do try to keep up. You're well behind." He turned again.
"Yes Sir. Didn't know it was a race, Sir." Tony stood at attention and saluted.
Holmes glanced at him tiredly, and Stark liked to think that he saw a slight hint of amusement behind those eyes.
But in all honesty, he doubted it.
Well, now it's his turn.
Tony copied what Holmes did earlier by turning towards the wall and finished taking off the rest of his jacket, humming all the while. Next he took off his hat followed by the vest. He did it as seductively as he could knowing Holmes would glance at him sometime. He pulled off his tie in one swoop and laid it down. When he got to the buttons on the shirt he allowed himself to peak over his shoulder to see if Holmes was watching.
But his happy mood hit the floor when it was very clear Holmes seemed to have tuned him out.
Upset by this news he took the shirt off and slapped it down on top of the other clothes with a huff. Tony still had a muscle shirt on with a purposeful hole cut where the arc reactor could fit through -- his own way of showing it off more -- and now slightly burned by Holmes he left the shirt on. Not going to reward him with any more if he doesn't play along.
Stark turned to face him and announce he had finished, and 'hope it was to his satisfaction', when once again he faltered and all other thoughts ceased.
Holmes was stretching.
But he wasn't just stretching, he was stretching. The man had bent himself backwards, but only at the waist. His lower half stood perfectly still, feet spread evenly apart and straight as he reached his hands out to the other wall. Then, without warning, he swung his upper body back up...
...and kept moving until he was literally folded in half.
As he watched this swift movement Tony let out a breathy "Fuuuck mee..."
Damn.
The man was flexible.
Fit, and flexible. A regular contortionist.
Tony thought he heard his mating call.
As Holmes wrapped a hand around each ankle and took several deep breaths, Stark was unconsciously moving forward. His mind wasn't thinking straight and his heart rate began to pound in his head as it quickened its pace. As he looked at Holmes' beckoning stance he fleetingly realized that he hadn't had sex since he ended up in this time period more than four days ago.
And for Tony that's a very long time.
Or was it more than that? Less? Tony couldn't remember, the 'fever' had taken over.
His breathing became heavier as he moved closer to his prize.
Meanwhile, Holmes had his eyes closed and concentrated on his breathing. To stretch the muscles a little more he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, causing his hips to rotate.
Unconsciously Holmes was driving Stark even further into oblivion.
Holmes heard a strained moan and shuffling of gravel nearer to his person. He unclosed his eyes and turned his head just enough to peek behind his arm. When he saw that the other man succeeded in undressing as far as he was going to but nothing else, Holmes addressed him again. "Mr. Stark, I do wish you'd stretch before we begin. It is a key factor to lower the risk of injuring yourself anymore than what is to be expected in instances such as this."
Stark half-heard him. But his mind was so far gone by this point he was surprised he could even form a coherent sentence.
"Yeah, I'm sure. But you know, there are several different kinds of warm-ups to get the juices flowing, and I personally know one that involves two people. Or more..."
He said the last part under his breath. Although Tony was never a man to lose control (except when it came to drinking. That, that was a problem), he found himself shaking with need and his legs felt like they could barely support him anymore as he stared at the only thing he wanted right at that moment. He was sure he was sweating. His mind clouded with only one thought. He was losing control, and he didn't care.
He'll feel bad about it once he's been sated.
Holmes quirked an eyebrow and smirked at not only what Stark said but his appearance. The man looked like a starved animal. "Indeed?" He dropped his head down and followed Stark's feet between his legs.
Tony was finally right behind him, eyes heated with lust at what lay ahead. He doesn't remember when the room became so freakishly hot. "Yeah." He moved all the way up to Holmes and let his eyes roam unabashedly over his gleaming back and rump. He raised his hands and let them hover above the detective's waist, "Let me show you what I mean." his voice trembled. He then rested one palm on the detective's back and shuddered. He was nearly completely against him. As he closed his eyes and thought of nothing but fucking Holmes senseless, Tony lost control and without thinking let his other hand smack Holmes' ass.
Which turned out to be a big 'No-No'.
Suddenly, right then, Tony felt the world shift. Something grabbed his ankles and tugged. Then he began to fall -- hard. He let out a cry of surprise and the next minute -- when the explosion of stars and pain dissipated--found himself lying flat on his back, both hands pinned out at his sides, and Holmes smoothly sitting down on him straddling his waist between his thighs, comfortably. When Stark's vision slowly cleared and their eyes met, Holmes face was beaming as his eyes shined with delight.
All lust momentarily left him.
Reality's an interrupting bitch.
"Rule #2: Discover your opponent's weakness and manipulate it to your advantage, in order to gain the upper hand." Holmes stated as if he was teaching a class and not sitting on a man's now less-aroused pelvis.
"I'll try to keep that in mind." Tony still felt a little dazed as to what happened, and felt like a real jackass for falling for such a dubious trap. He fucking did that on purpose, the little tramp.
"So uh, do you do that sort of thing in front of all your opponents, or am I a special case?"
Holmes smiled pleasantly down at him. "Only the ones whom I know I can handle."
"I'm just going to go ahead and take that as a compliment if you don't mind."
"Not at all. But now, I wonder," Holmes lowered his eyes down Stark's front till he stopped at his chest. He lifted one of his hands and brushed his fingertips lightly over the artificial heart. "What would happen if I removed this..." He gently grabbed the outer protruding ring of it and, as if on instinct, twisted it.
Tony gasped as his eyes went wide. "Don't!" he said in the same breath as he shot his free hand up, grabbing Holmes wrist and pulling it off.
"Why not?" Holmes' eyes were alight with alacrity.
"Because that would be a very bad idea."
"Why?"
"Because not only would you piss both me and Jarvis off, but in approximately 15 or so minutes -- if I'm lucky for that long -- if you don't put it back in you'll be having to deal with a handsome dead body with a hole in his chest."
There was a pause from both of them.
Tony's eyes widened to an unnatural width then closed tightly as he saw the smug look on Holmes face. "Oh goddammit. Rule #2..."
"Discover your opponent's weakness and manipulate it to your advantage---"
"In order to gain the upper hand, I know I know. Fuck."
He let out a gruff sigh through his nose as a wave of irritation and embarrassment came over him. How could he have been so blind?
"You deliberately set me up to walk into that one. You knew all along that that was my Achilles' heel, yet you still sat there like a fat cat playing with it's toy, waiting to see if I'd confess to it anyway." He opened his eyes and glared at him. "You nearly gave me a heart-attack. Someone had done that once before and I nearly died from it. That was a very cruel thing. To do."
Holmes lifted his other hand and aimed to place it on the arc reactor, but Tony grabbed him with his new free hand before he could even touch it. Holmes looked at him with piercing eyes. Tony was now holding both his wrists in each hand and squeezing tight like his life depended on it.
Stark studied his features for a moment, but he got a feeling that Holmes' intentions this time were different. Wanting to trust the man so badly, he loosened his grip on one of the detective's wrists just enough to let him know he can break free. As Holmes lowered his hand once more, neither of them leaving their gaze off the other, he placed his hand on the magnet. Tony's body stiffened and he held his breath, ready for the worst. They stared into each other as Holmes very gently twisted it back into place.
Once it was locked back in, Tony gave a heavy sigh of relief. He momentarily closed his eyes, breaking their intense connection. When he opened them a second later he saw on Holmes's face a brief glimmer of understanding and -- dare he think it -- sympathy. "My deepest apologies, Mr. Stark." Holmes whispered so softly Tony almost didn't catch it.
But it barely lasted a nanosecond and soon Holmes (including the feel of the room) went back to its usual demeanor. He smiled again as he had before; greatly amused. "I was merely testing a theory I had formed, and thanks to your decisive actions I can safely say I have deduced correctly."
"Well don't be surprised if I won't congratulate you. Even though if it wasn't for my 'decisive actions' you would never know for certain if you were right or not."
"I would have figured it out eventually with or without your help."
"I'm sure you would have." Tony thought for a moment, and then added "You know, you seem quite comfortable up there. If you don't have any intention of getting up any time soon, you could celebrate your new victory by taking a ride on my disco stick. You might even grow to like it."
Holmes frowned in confusion and Tony bathed in his own victory. These innuendos that flew right over Holmes' head were fuel to his ego. He now had a weapon he could use, and use well.
The detective sighed with growing frustration as he looked down at Tony. He rested his hands on his hips which reminded Tony of the way his mother would get right before she scolded him.
"Mr. Stark, why do you insist on showing me you have but a one-track mind when I know to the contrary that your intellect is infinitely greater than that?"
Stark put his hands behind his head and crossed his ankles. He let his eyes roam over Holmes' body and of the way his weight felt as he sat up there naturally with great interest. He drank it all in, making a mental image of what Holmes would look like moving up and down on him in complete ecstasy as he answered.
"You're quite right. My intelligence is superior to most minds, such as yourself. So I naturally have many interests. But because they are far more advanced than your inferior brains can understand, I figured I'd keep my thoughts to the lowest form so as not to intimidate. Like taking for instance -- and I'm pulling this out of the top of my head here -- a 1932 Ford Flathead Roadster and putting on a four-barrel intake manifold to accommodate the larger CFM carburetor, which will draw in more air/fuel mixture bumping up it's horse power by up to 15-25 percent. But that's only one aspect of the scenario to increase the automobile's acceleration, which is quite rudimentary. But, as I suspected from the look on your face, I've lost you a while back. That's why I had no choice but to stick to the basics. Not to mention the fact that you purposely dragged me to a crude, foul smelling barn like a fish out of water just to see how I would fair while you trance about in your area of expertise knowing full well I was out of my comfort zone making it appear you are far superior to myself in an area you already know is not my strong suit. But I'm letting you have your time in the sun and allowing you to dominate the situation for we both know in truth who has the greater intellect."
Tony breathed out through his nose and brought his eyes up to Holmes' face feeling quite proud of himself. But Tony's air of smugness faltered when he saw that Holmes' was smiling at him.
Like, really smiling.
He had expected some sort of look but not this one. He had expected a 'pissed', or 'ruffled his feathers', or even a 'wounded ego', but not this.
Or at least, not like how he was doing it. It wasn't like the other times he'd smiled before. This was soft and very subtle, with real feeling behind it. His eyebrows were raised with a beguiling air that for a moment Tony forgot it was Sherlock Holmes who was sitting on him. The man in question leaned down closer to Stark's face and said with great pleasure, "And there it is."
He did it again. He got Tony to unknowingly answer his question by giving him the run around like he was fed up.
Cheeky little bastard.
He was closer to him again. And he had that look of absolute happiness which he knows only a select few ever see. It sent a warm thrill through Stark at the thought that he was showing this rare side to him.
So, naturally, his body reacted accordingly.
Holmes suddenly jerked up a little with a gasp. Completely startled by an object he hadn't felt before, in a place he probably shouldn't be feeling something, he looked to his side then down at Stark's waist, and finally up to his face again in lost confusion.
Tony just laid there with his hands behind his head, watching him. When the detective looked back to his face Tony gave him an ear-to-ear smile, lifted his head an inch to look where Holmes sat, and said proudly "Ah! I was wondering when he was going to come back and join the party."
In the next instant Holmes got up swiftly to his feet. He immediately moved away from Stark as fast as he could with his back tense. He looked in great distress, even flexing his hands as if to get something off and he started to pace like a caged animal. His breathing grew irregular.
Tony spread his arms out wide. "Oh, don't be like that. I'm sorry he scared you, he's really well trained." Holmes turned his head and shot a look at Tony like he was trying to ignite his head on fire as he kept moving.
Normally that would send anyone crumbling to their knees sobbing.
But Tony wasn't just anyone.
Tony pushed himself up on his elbows and started gesturing with his hands. He finally had the man flustered, and he wasn't going to let go. No, he was going to keep him like this for as long as he could. It was Tony's turn to be in charge.
"How about this; come back over here and I promise he won't bite. We can even start out slow, like, perhaps cuddling and some useless pillow talk? Then work our way up -- or down, depending which way we'll go, and I can then further demonstrate one of my many skills that you seem so curious to know about. I've heard you English can be bleeders so I promise to be gentle, I swear. Cross my artificial heart and hope not to die." He laid a hand over his chest and gave Holmes a hurt-puppy look. "Please? I'll even let you hold me down and straddle me again, cuz you seem to like that." Tony did his best to suppress a smile.
Holmes stood still for a moment and squeezed his eyes shut, fisting his hands. He took a long deep breath in and exhaled it out quickly through his nose. He seemed to shudder and magically calm down. He then turned on his heel towards the man on the floor and walked straight up to him. "Ah, I knew you'd forgive me!" Tony said merrily. "It's much better--"
"That is quite enough of that." Holmes interrupted him. He then bent down and more-or-less grabbed the playboy and hauled him to his feet. He then turned around and refused to make eye contact while saying "You've had your fun but now we must move on. We have wasted enough time on the floor already and--"
"Honey, we didn't waste enough time on the floor, particularly with what activity we could be doing right now." Tony stated matter-of-factly as he brushed the dust and gravel off himself. He was in such a persuading, good mood that he didn't much mind at all that he was manhandled upright. In fact, it excited him more. He felt on a roll. He liked the fact that he was one-upping Holmes, although it wasn't exactly with wits. But, hey. He was horny and this was fun.
Just another form of fighting.
"Need I remind you--"
"To always use protection? Gee I didn't think that was invented yet. Or do you mean that you said 'you'd treat me the same as you would a lady', so you'd rather be the top? Personally I like the control, but for you I can make an exception." He winked at him, but Holmes still refused to look him in the face. Instead he rubbed a hand over his forehead as if he had a terrible migraine.
"You are impossible..."
"Just like a plain country pumpkin that becomes a golden carriage. You wanna see my golden carriage, Holmes?"
Holmes gave Stark a quick once-over, paused a moment to study something on Stark's body, then walked away. "That's it, we're done here. I refuse to converse with you if you continue to act this way. I am leaving."
"Now wait, wait! I'm sorry! I'm sorry Holmes, okay? Jeez, I had no idea you were so sensitive. Don't leave, c'mon. What is it you wanted to do? Go back to the next lesson, hmm? Well I'm ready. Let's do it."
"No, I think not."
"Well, I want to and I'm not leaving until you teach me another lesson. C'mon now. You're acting like a spoiled child who's throwing a tantrum because she didn't get that pony." He took a step forward. "Well your pony's ready, so what do we do now?" Don't suggest 'ride the pony', don't suggest 'ride the pony'...
Through all of this Holmes had stood perfectly still and listened. The man was becoming almost too much for him, like he was winning a battle Holmes didn't understand the rules to. Was that how he played?
Since they had to leave soon anyway, Holmes gave in and thought he'd let the insufferable man have one last try and see where that takes them. He doesn't know why he was doing it, but somewhere in the back of his mind he felt it had to do with his own insatiable curiosity at what Stark would pull next. That was one of his weaknesses, after all. Thank god Tony didn't know.
And a small part of him wanted to surprise Tony just like he'd done to him. But how?
Holmes felt old at the number of times he'd sighed since he met the man, and this one was no exception. He soon instructed Tony to stand just opposite of him and a few feet away, which he did without question.
"Now," Holmes looked at his quarry and readied himself. "Prepare yourself."
"For what, exactly?"
"Rule #3."
"Which is?"
"First thing's first--"
"No, I'd rather you tell me now." Tony was getting tired of learning the lesson after the fact.
"Not until you strike first. Now; come at me."
Stark's head was still in the gutter, and that line didn't help get it out. He laughed and smiled.
"Why Mr. Holmes! I had no idea you were into that." A lewd visual flashed into his head and for a moment Tony thought he wouldn't mind going through with this order to the letter, and tell him after the fact that he was only being obedient.
Holmes frowned and felt completely at a loss. What did he do now? What did he say? And what on earth was so funny? "I fail to see the humor in this. I thought you were going to take this seriously."
"No I am I am. It's just.....well, if you were in my position you couldn't help but snort at that particular phrasing either."
"I have no desire to delve that deeply into your mind to understand why a simple instruction could be so humorous."
"Mm, I think you do."
"Figured me out already?"
"Hardly, but I know that when I first showed up, nothing could pull you away from finding out what makes me tick. Even going to great lengths to get me all to yourself so you can pick my brain and see what's going on. Example; right now."
"Yes well, that was before I regrettably found out what your favorite past time was."
"You mean sex? That's not my favorite past time. Oh don't get me wrong! It's up high on my list of 'top-five-things-I-can't-live-without-and-if-I-tried-would-end-up-a-shriveled-drooling-heap-of-insanity-on-the-floor'. I love it, but it's not my favorite. Probably a close second, teetering on first. But still second... maybe third."
Holmes crossed his arms. "Then what is?"
"I already told you. My interests are far beyond what your inferior mind can understand."
"Really? So you're saying that your 'superior knowledge' of all things far exceeds that of mine?"
"Without sounding prejudice, yes."
"I doubt that what you know could be any more significant than what I know."
"I come from the future, Holmes."
"I fail to see how that can make much of a difference. Besides being technically advanced from us now -- which is the one thing I envy about you beyond words -- it seems little else has changed over the years."
"Do you know what a cheeseburger is?"
"No."
"I rest my case."
Holmes was about to say something to counter, but shut his mouth when he knew this was getting them nowhere. They could argue the subject all day, but while Holmes was growing more irritated, Stark seemed to enjoy it thoroughly.
Holmes closed his eyes, again. "Could we please return to our previous activity before this 'discussion' took place?"
"Oh yeah sure boss. Anything you say." Tony felt like dancing. He won another sort of fight and now the man wanted him to go back to the dirty visual. This just kept getting better and better.
When Holmes opened his eyes next, he took an unconscious step back and screamed, "Mr. Stark! What on earth do you think you're doing?!"
"Just doing what you told me to do." Tony had started to undo his pants when he was rudely interrupted by the detective, who now looked like he was panicked and at the end of his rope.
Perfect.
"I never said anything remotely close to that!"
"But you did." Stark was so calm, it was probably annoying as hell to see.
"I should remember well enough if I had said or even meant anything to that degree."
Tony sighed dramatically. "Well see, now we're at an impasse. Cause I heard one thing which I was kinda looking forward to doing with you, but you say you never said that and meant something else which I'm sure is ten times less fun than what I want. So since I'm 95 percent positive mine's going to be a better idea all 'round for the both of us in the long run -- not to mention less painful -- I'm gonna go out on a limb here in saying that I think you're just shy and this is a type of wedding jitters you're having. That's okay. It'll pass once we get started."
Tony went back to working on another button.
"No! Stop!"
"Did you say 'yes'? 'Keep going'? Okay, just give me a minute."
"Stark!"
"Yes Dear?" Tony looked up to Holmes' face, who was staring at him incredulously. His face, body, everything screamed that it was at it's taxing limit. Tony was loving it.
Holmes couldn't believe this man. "So is that it then? This is where we are?" How could this have happened, and why is he letting this man crawl under his skin this way? He had planned it out so well. He only wanted to see what the man could do in a fight. But this is all he gets. Derogatory remarks and sexual innuendos, not to mention Tony's blatant raping him with his eyes that even a blind-deaf mute would notice.
It threw him off guard, especially when Stark seemed so terrified to go into the ring in the first place--
And then he got it. Holmes understood what was going on, and his face and body relaxed. His eyes drifted to some foreign corner of the room as he became pensive with how to handle this and what the most effective approach should be.
When Holmes' face went blank Stark's first thought was that he broke the man, the change was so immediate. But just as that thought popped into his head the detective blinked. After that blink something changed about Holmes.
It was instantaneous and unforgettable; even the air seemed to radiate it in volumes.
His body-language and his entire attitude had completely transformed to what Tony's subconscious picked up faster than his brain; seduction.
Holmes fixed his attention on Tony with the most intense salaciousness he'd never knew existed except in dirty novels -- which of course he never read. From just the look alone was causing Tony to lose all self control.
He froze.
Holmes was stalking up to him with those erotic eyes and that wanted body --my god! That sensual body!-- in what could only be referred to as 'carnality'.
The man had become sex on a stick in 1.09 seconds.
Sweet Jesus, I've created a monster.
---(TBC)---