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[ironmonger]

The past few days are finally starting to take their toll on Obadiah when Milliways appears tonight. It's mostly over, save for tracking down the masterminds and dealing with them. Tony is fine - physically, at least - and Sherlock hardly the worse for wear despite the blow to the head he took. In terms of physical damage, the worst they got was Jones's broken leg. In terms of publicity, they're doing well; Stark Industries is front page news. Everyone likes a happy ending.

He's still looking very much forward to making the assholes in charge of the operation pay the price, but for now he's more than happy to settle in at the fireplace with a drink. And, at Bar's insistence, dinner.


[OOC: Warning for painplay and consensual breaking of safewords at some point after the six-hundred-comment mark. This one kind of got away from us.]

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[bitofafiction]

"I like it," he repeats.

[toblameforit]

"Me too."

And he will be there, so it will be okay. Everything will be fine.

[ironmonger]

"Good," Obadiah says, giving Tony a gentle squeeze.

"I have to admit," he adds to Sherlock, "that getting the decisive upper hand over you for a change has its appeal."

[bitofafiction]

He smiles.

"I know," he says comfortably. "Do what you like with it."

For the most part, his complete assurance rests on the fact that Obadiah wouldn't dare break him in front of Tony.

For the most part.

[ironmonger]

"Oh, I will," Obadiah promises.

(Within reason, of course.

For the most part.)

[bitofafiction]

His smile widens slightly, rather as though he can tell.

[toblameforit]

"Play nice," teases Tony, who can't.

[ironmonger]

"Of course," Obadiah remarks, "it occurs to me that once the tables have turned, Tony might have a thing or two to say about your betrayal of him."

Perhaps Obadiah could help him say them as clearly as possible.

[toblameforit]

...Tony thinks this over.



Still thinking.

[bitofafiction]

Sherlock, who can very nearly hear those thoughts, grins approvingly.

[ironmonger]

Obadiah sips his drink, watching Tony think.

[toblameforit]

"Maybe," he concludes, smiling.

[ironmonger]

Obadiah chuckles against the rim of his glass.

[toblameforit]

Tony looks up at him. "What?"

[ironmonger]

"Oh, nothing."

Obadiah takes the opportunity to lean in for a kiss.

[toblameforit]

Mmmmm, kisses.

Tony tastes like whiskey and happiness.

[ironmonger]

Those are good tastes. Obadiah lingers a bit.

"Any special requests?" he murmurs against Tony's lips.

[toblameforit]

"Christ, from you two? Surprise me," he says with a lazy grin. "Shouldn't be a tough job."

[ironmonger]

Obadiah turns to Sherlock.

"We'll have to have some lengthy conversations, then," he says.

[bitofafiction]

"Definitely."

He smiles a smile that knows all the tricks.

And is willing to share.

[ironmonger]

"I look forward to it," Obadiah says with complete sincerity.

[bitofafiction]

In the same vein: "So do I."

[toblameforit]

"I look forward to what you guys are gonna do to me afterward," Tony says happily.

—He thinks, belatedly, of a request.

But he does not, on reflection, think he actually has to request it.

[ironmonger]

"Mm. That'll be the best part."

Or at least one of the best parts.

[bitofafiction]

"There is also," Sherlock suggests helpfully, "what you and Tony will do to me."

Because he knows Tony. He knows Tony is not capable of being vicious, but he knows Tony is capable of being creative, and he knows Tony knows how much he'll like it.