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Chapter 7

"You have my word. I won't tell him what transpired here."

"I know you won't, you know what will happen if you do, Irene." A rustle of cloth, jingles. "Your payment, my dear."

Tony drifted in and out of consciousness. During his drifts he caught snippets of a conversation in hushed voices and tried to make any kind of sound, but only coming up a faint whimpers before the darkness claimed him once again.

When he woke up again the first thing that raised a red flag was that he couldn't see a damn thing. The second was that when he tried to move his arms he found he couldn't. He growled softly straining against his binds, shifting about (on a bed of some kind, thank-you brain.) which made him notice the third thing...

He was buck-ass nude.

He growled again, a little louder this time. Somewhere in the darkness he heard the distant sound of clinking, rustling of cloth and light footsteps that stopped just out of his reach. One side of the bed dipped and Tony jerked away sharply, but he couldn't move away enough thanks to the ties on his wrists.

He tried for an English accent but what came out was far croakier, "Let me go." He shifted against his bonds again. "I'm Sherlock Holmes and I demand that you release me this instant!"

"You can't be Holmes," the bed dipped further as the other person slid closer. Tony jumped feeling their breath against his ear. "Sherlock would never let him-self get so out of shape." He was ready to answer back when hands, encased in soft leather, cupped his jaw and the pads of thumbs rubbed against his lips followed by the sweetest of kisses. Tony jerked back in surprise with a muffled protest but one hand held him steady while the other journeyed down his neck, his collar and the planes of his chest where they stopped. Gloved fingers teased around the edges of the sticky-plaster and he whimpered, trying to jerk away for a second time. Both hands came to cradle his chin again. "Sshh… it's OK. We're alone now, it just us. It's OK, Tony. You're safe." Tony froze. Though the voice was slightly higher, more feminine, there was no way he could ever forget the husky tones that underlay it.

"Release me. Please."

"No, not yet. Here, drink this." A glass was pressed against his lips, he refused to open them. There came a sigh, "You've been drugged. You need to replenish your bodily fluids. Tony, please drink." The rim of the glass pressed more firmly until Tony couldn't help but open his lips. The hard glass clinked against his teeth, he was about to grumble in annoyance but stopped when the cool liquid flowed into his waiting mouth. He drank it all smacking his lips when he finished. "My, my, such a thirsty kitty." The bed dipped again, closer this time and Tony felt the cloth over his eyes being pulled away. "Time to open your eyes, kitty-cat." When they saw Tony's face scrunch up and his hands clench around his bonds they pressed a finger against his lips and he relaxed, "Do it slowly…slowly, there you go."

Tony gradually opened his eyes to the soft glare of the lights. Little by little the blurry image in front of him became clearer. He blinked a couple of times and then a tender smiled appeared on his mouth. "Hello." The person sitting beside him frowned and shot off the bed. Tony's smile faded, "What? No kiss?"

"No." They crossed arms and the frown deepened. "What are you doing here? How did you even—you told me it was impossible! How did you do it?"

"I'll explain it to you someday."

"I don't understand."

Tony shrugged, "It wasn't me. I accidently got involved. But once I realized what was gonna happen I had to come here to save you…Us."

Sherlock balled his fists tightly, "You shouldn't have risked it!"

"You would have done the same!" Tony snapped back but smirked a second later, "I'm not sorry I did. If I get to see you like this." He wiggled his brows, "Very nice."

There came a sigh, "It's my disguise, fool. I saw you with Watson and came to the conclusion there cannot be two of us running around London." They moved closer slipping the gloves off. "You know who I am and know that I am the Master of Disguise." Crawling up the bed until they were sitting astride Tony's waist, reaching up and running hands up his arms to his chained wrists and back down again they grinned, "I see that you've been taking lessons, Tony." One hand teased the edge of the tape, Tony sucked in a breath, with a loud rip the tape was pulled violently away. Tony let loose with a shout of pain, his back arching. "But, as your teacher, I have to say I'm very disappointed in your progress. You might have managed to fool some simple folk of London: Mrs Hudson, my dear Watson and Ms Adler—up til a certain point, of course— but there is something you need to work on if you're going to survive here." Though his expression was neutral, waiting for an explanation, Tony's eyes glinted with mischief. They sighed again drew nearer, stopping inches from his lips and spoke in quiet tones. "You're fooling no-one with that accent, Mr Stark."

Tony smirked again giving them a quick once over. "Funny. I was gonna say the same about that dress, Mr Holmes."

Sherlock Holmes looked down at himself. The dress he was currently wearing was a simple two piece in dark navy. Sneaking a peek at Tony from under his lashes he could see the other was panting slightly, his shining chest heaving with every breath he took. He smirked this time, "Maybe you should do something about that, hmm?" Reaching over to one side, Sherlock made quick work of the locks and sat back while Tony pulled his hands free of their binds, rubbing the feeling back into them and wincing. "Are you OK? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"I'm fine. I quite enjoyed that actually." Tony sat up, arms going loosely around Sherlock's waist nuzzling against his neck. "Now, you said something about that dress? More specifically: you, out of it." Sherlock nodded, scooted back and undid the buttons of the jacket slowly, loving the way Tony's eyes darkened to black pools. Jacket off Tony let out a whimper, moving forward burying his face against the corset Sherlock was wearing underneath. "Fuck… I want you."

"I know. You're completely obvious about that."

"Don't care." Nimble fingers traced the corset's laces, pulling the fabric apart revealing the pale and scarred flesh beneath. Throwing it to the floor Tony pulled Sherlock up onto his lap once again, hands firmly on his hips. Sherlock smirked moving his hips against Tony's. Tony groaned loudly, hands slipping under the bunched material of skirt, the waistband of -"Jesus! What are you wearing? Granny Pants?"

Holmes snorted, "Master of Disguise, Stark. The devil is in the detail." He suddenly stopped Tony's hands for wondering any further and fixed him with a stern look. "Need to keep it in one piece. No rough housing."

"What do you suggest? I'm too impatient to be careful."

A dangerous gleam entered the detective's eyes. "I recommend a quick release." Tearing the light wig from his head Sherlock pushed Tony back onto the pillows and shifted further down the bed, fingers stroking lightly on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Tony moaned loudly head rolling back onto the pillows. Sherlock nipped and sucked until he reached his goal. Settling into a more comfortable position he pulled back, "Watch me, Tony." Tony lazily lifted his head and seeing Sherlock between his knees whimpered. "Hm… let's see if you're as loud as I remember." He licked Tony once: root to tip and the other whined and swore under his breath. "Not good enough, Stark. I want to hear you scream." With-out warning the detective lifted Tony's legs over his shoulders and took him into his mouth in one go. Tony let loose with a hoarse shout and bucked his hips.

"Not…gonna…last long." Was all he could get out between harsh pants. "I need…I need…" Sherlock was showing no mercy: he hollowed out his cheeks and took him deeper. Tony's back arched against the bed-sheets, one hand searching blindly for something to hold on to. "Oh God, just like that!" He screamed, not caring if the whole bloody hotel heard him.

Afterwards they lay in tangled sheets, Sherlock's head resting on Tony's shoulder, his finger-tips dancing around the metal casing of the arc reactor. Tony's hand was a warm weight on his hip; the billionaire flexing his fingers in time with his breathing. Sherlock dropped his own hand and wrapped his arm around the solid mass of Tony's torso and sighed.

"You OK?" Tony shifted under him; Sherlock craned his head up awkwardly, narrowly catching Tony on the chin. The genius lounged against the pillows, one hand tucked behind his head. He raised a brow at Sherlock's nod. "You're sure?"

"Yeah…I think so. I just…" He grinned, "I can't believe you're here."

Tony's smile was soft, "I'm here," his fingers-tips slowly trailed up the detective's spine, into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. With a gentle tug Sherlock shifted up until they were noses a part, "and I don't intend to leave any-time soon." Not until I find Iron-Woman. He added silently. Fingers knotting Tony pulled him in for a tender kiss; it was more a light brush of lips than a real kiss but this time he didn't want to rush anything. Sherlock melted against him with a sigh, eyes closing and shifting again so he was lying on top. "So," he started, as they parted, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes, "You ready for another round?"

"You haven't changed a bit, Tony." Sherlock chuckled with a head shake.

"Oh, you'd be surprised, Mr Detective. I've learned a few new tricks." Sherlock shot him an unconvincing look which quickly turned into one of shock and a squeal (though he would later deny it) as Tony grabbed him by the waist and flipped them over so that he was now on top. "You want me to show you?"

Sherlock nodded shakily. Tony grinned filthily in response, kissed him once on the mouth slowly making his way down his neck and further. When Tony reached his stomach, Sherlock closed his eyes with a groan letting his head fall back on the pillows…

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