starkingenuity | Why Can't We Be Friends?

"See, I really appreciate this actually." The scotch it good, the company is interesting and he's got a gun training on the back of his head. It makes him smile because Tony Stark isn't always in his right mind. Danger is a turn on. It means he's not bored and likely not alone. Both of these things are the utter bane of his existence.

He smiles at the shorter but equally impressively dressed man. Irish. Snarky. He gets that it's pretty rare to get a meeting like this.

"The invitation, I mean." By invitation, he really means kidnapping. Oh well. "But you know I can't do what you want. Stark Industries is out of the weapon's biz."

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Jim is a man of mathmatics and statistics. That means that he likes equations, he likes balance. He probably is interested in classical music and symmetry too. Tony knows the type and they always are just a little bit off, a little bit...psychotic. And that's interesting.

"IQ's not something I really take note of," Tony says, striking up a good conversation. "I'm good with structures is all. I understand things easily. So stuff like that? That's easy. For me. I don't think I'd be a good sniper though."

And yes. He knows that's what Moran is. They've eluded to it enough. And he reminds him a little of Barton.

He almost wants to ask if Moran can track something with his eyes and shoot another without looking at it.

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"When I was a boy, I was told that IQ means absolutely nothing, it all depends on your emotional intelligence," Jim laughed at that one, it was a sort of condescending laugh. He never felt anything in his life, not really. Yes, he had emotions and he expressed them but they never felt truly there. Except boredom, boredom was always there and he had never stopped it.

Only once. And he'd blown out the back of his head to do it. The scar was well hidden in his hair down, it had been very lucky to survive that one. Bless Moran and his ability to beat sense back into him even with a head wound.

"It's not important to me at all but it's important to others. People react on an emotional level, not a logical level. And that makes them stupid and weak. Which is why if I was to of, say, planted a bomb in the middle of a lovely little kindergarten in midtown manhattan and it's set to go off when all the kids sit down for story time, you're likely to want to stop it... despite the fact that you can't."

He smiled at Tony. That sort of dead unsettling smile. And then he looked away once more.

"Try putting the scart lead in the other socket, Sebby."

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"Oh." And there, back to life again. Sebastian grins at his hard work and crosses his arms ver his chest. Tony is left wondering just how they work. He understands hat Moran must be brilliant, he went to Oxford, he's obviously military, but he doesn't really know why he works so well with Jim. Jim seems the sort to never work well with anyone.

At all.

Tony frowns at that. In another world, another life, they might have gotten along so well.

They seem to have the same sort of mentality.

Or at least the same need for order and a little bit of fun. Anything that doesn't lead to the drags of boredom.

Moran returns to the bed and flops back down, stretched out. He and Tony sing along to the theme song.

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Jim watched the first ten minutes of the program before he got bored. It wasn't that the show was rubbish or that he wasn't interested, he just didn't like sitting around. He didn't feel like reading, he didn't feel like watching TV and sleep was beyond him.

He didn't disturb the other two, he literally just got off the bed and walked out of their room. Only Moriarty would ditch his own hostage in favour of amusing himself.

But Moran knew the drill, he knew to watch Tony while he went out to find what he wanted. He was only gone for half an hour anyway. He broke into next door, the room Moran had stolen the TV from. Stepping over the dead bodies, he proceeded to raid their luggage till he found the items he wanted. Packing them all up in the dead mans backpack, he dragged them all back into their room.

"They had tea brewing, you could of been polite and let them have it first," Moriarty scolded as he clambered back onto the bed, pulling the bag up with him. He opened it up and flashed it to Moran so he could have a peek. Yep... guess who found the booze, lube, condoms and a curler. They got very hot, he wanted to see what damage it'd do to Tonys face.

He near enough climbed onto Moran, making things highly suggestive. "Want to play with our new toy?"

Edited Date: 2012-10-05 07:57 pm (UTC)

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"Five minutes." He looks through Jim as if Moriarty will move through the powers of the mind. When that doesn't work, dark eyes flicker upwards to an Irish face and Moran exhales very, very slowly. "Let me explain this to you."

As good as he's sure it's going to be, Tony's eyes search frantically for a way out. Five minutes...and then they're going to play. Play what? That's one question he never wants answered.

"I like one show. I sit through yours and I want thirty minutes to myself. No. I want twenty-two minutes to myself." Damn commercials. He usually has to get up and get drinks or kill someone during commercial breaks. "So. Five. Fucking. Minutes. Got it?"

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Jim stared at him for a while before he slowly rolled off and exhaled loudly. "Stop being lazy and do your fucking job, darling. I'm paying you to help me destroy Stark, not watch this show. However, if you're dead set on seeing the end, I'll make some deductions from your wages."

Which probably wouldn't be the end of it. Moriarty didn't make denials of what he wanted very well and Moran was lucky he wasn't suffering any further.

His fondness for Moran was making him weak... this wasn't a good thing and he knew it but he didn't care.

"I don't get the appeal of this show anyway. Sheldon is just a less cunning and active Sherlock."

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"When that little blonde chick does the scary Jewish mom voice--" He just melts. It reminds him of Jim, really. Sweet on the outside, a raging lunatic on the inside. He pulls Jim slowly down against him and wraps an arm around his waist.

Five minutes and then he's all Jim's. If Jim will even let him hold him for that long. Tony's giving them looks, as if trying to decide something.

And that will be beautiful. He'll have no real idea on what this is or how Sebastian understands that he's a no one one. A nothing. Jim will kill him as quickly as anyone else when he's through.

And he's okay with that.

Edited Date: 2012-10-07 03:19 am (UTC)

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Jim dropped his head on Morans chest and huffed in annoyance. He would wait the five minutes and they both knew it was rare for him to do that but he decided to try and work out ways in which he could get Tony to cry out in agony before they killed him. There were clearly several answers and Jim was mentally noting them down.

His favourite were mostly mouth related. But fingers had his interest.

They waited till the credits finally came up and Jim heaved a sigh and reached up, childishly patting Morans face. "Awake now? Alert? Happy to of watched that mess of a show? Great! Grab the hostage."

And with that, he rolled over onto his side and let Moran go for it.

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There's always something so perfect about the world when Jim is still and thinking. Whenever the smaller man is quiet like that, and not asleep, Sebastian knows that there's quite a lot going on in his head and, the best part, he's almost always sure to like it.

"Good, I need to stretch."

He does a few squats, knowing Tony is watching him, and when the Super Hero opens his mouth to grumble or yell or, more likely, say something annoyingly clever, Moran grabs him by the hair and drags him up from the bottom of the bed to the pillows. Tony cries out, startled, until Moran lets him go.

"Hey! Watch the hair!"

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"There he is!" Jim cooed playfully as he ruffled Tonys hair, just to see if it was as lovely as his fansite claimed... not as nice as Moran's, actually, it wasn't as smooth and ruffle-able. "So Tony, here's the charitable part of the evening. We get to started now but I'll let pick the area we'll start on. Any body part."

Smirking playfully, he sat back and turned to head to Moran. He was ready to cause a little chaos and let Moran get his hands dirty. He had no desire to do that himself.

"If you decide to do it the hard way and not pick, we'll go to the defacto starter. Every mans favourite place."

And he'd probably cut it off. How would a playboy go about things if he didn't have anything to put in? guess he'd have to be shagged by a bunch of blokes or something? The concept left an amused smile on his face.

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"This is all to make me get back into the weapon's business?" Tony rolls over, though Moran looks ready to bash his foolish head in for the attempt. "You do realize that maiming me isn't going to really make me want to make things that kill other people any more than I do now, right?"

Moran shrugs. "Yeah, but it's fun."

"Wow, really? Nice going, psycho."

Sebastian gives Moriarty a look. Does he really have to wait? Really? Can't he just take off his fingers and be done with it? Tony smirks. He hates him. He really hates him.

"All right, we'll play. Nose hair first."

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"There's a 4% chance you'll do as we want and I think to get you into that area, we'd have to do something really extreme that would push you to your lowest," which wouldn't happen but it made sense to go extreme. Jim pulled his bag up and dumped it onto Tonys chest, having a rummage for what he could find to use of Tony's picked body part.

Though it wasn't technically what they wanted, he could work with it. Pulling out the lighter he always travelled with, he tossed it to Moran.

"See how many hairs you can burn off using just the lighter and...." he rummaged around before pulling out a receipt from their coffees earlier. "This piece of paper."

Removing the bag, he sat back with a curious look. This would be good.

"You can change your mind on the body part any time in the first five minutes."

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"Do you think it's going to take you five minutes to burn the hair out of my nose?" He's not afraid...not completely. He knows it will hurt but the damage won't be severe. Muscus membranes tend to heal, quickly. Anything else would be insane right now.

He'll think about it later. If they give him a choice.

Tony slips to the end of the bed and defiantly lifts his head. "There's a few difficult ones in there, Jim. I kept thinking about waxing-- What do you think?"

Moran thinks their hostage is as nuts as Jim is.

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Jim didn't waste any time, he set fire to the receipt and thrust it up towards Tonys nose, twirling it on the outside as he tried to remove all the hairs as neatly as he could, his fingers occasionally hitting the skin around the nose. It was quite fun actually. His other hand ended up clasped in Tonys hair as he kept him steady, working away to remove it all.

Humming playfully to himself, he didn't pull back till he was sure he'd gotten most of them. blowing out the blacken piece of paper, he offered a second receipt to Moran.

"Do the other one, darling? It's a forest up there."

Tony was brave and wreckless, of course he'd be stubborn at things like this. But it was easy to break men like that, they were less likely to beg for help which means they were more likely to be pushed to their physical and mental limits.

"I get to pick the next body part, I've got a good one in store!"

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"The idea of going up another dude's nose is not my idea of a good time." Tony's eyes have watered and he keeps swallowing but other than that, he's really handling things pretty well, even with the blackened edges of nostrils he's sporting.

He makes an exaggerated sigh and crumples up the receipt. "It'll be faster with just the lighter."

Tony doesn't quite yelp, but he moves like he might just be about to. Good. He likes having the man afraid of him. It's probably why Jim likes him too. Moran can share in their favorite pastime.

He flicks the lighter and the flame, as it nears Tony, flickers with each breath before the man closes his eyes. The smell of singed flesh outweighs the hair, but at least it's done with.

Moran flings the lighter over his shoulder and shrugs.

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Jim laughed and eyed the fallen lighter with amusement. Shame he didn't keep that on the bed, he fancied a cigarette now. He blamed Tony, the smell of the mans burnt flesh made him think of his early days, back when he was a smoker and he had to be around for most business interactions.

"He's not a very mighty super hero," Moriarty complained as he hopped off the bed and fiddled around with the pre-loaded ipod they'd been given by the hotel. All boring modern rubbish but every now and again, he found something that sparked his interest. Slipping it into the dock, he turned up the speakers and filled the room with the sound of Beethoven's ninth symphony second movement.

It was always wise to have music playing over things like this. If he did start crying out, they were in trouble.

"Break all his fingers on the left hand. If he cries out even once, break all the fingers on his right hand."

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Well, 'trouble' is relevant only if there was no master sniper here. He'd not really a hands on guy, Moran, but if Moriarty wants it, Moriarty usually gets it after awhile.

Breaking fingers is a good torture device. He knows it. He's used it before. It's not elegant and he's not as good at it as say, Mitchell or Barger is but he'll do in a pinch.

His breaks aren't that clean, though. He doesn't just pop knuckles out. He snaps them.

It's not as satisfying as a bullet. But watching Stark swallow his pain?

That's pretty remarkable.

After the third finger, there comes a huff. "Does that count as a crying out?"

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"No, don't be harsh, we want a proper noise. A whimper, a scream, a cry or a yelp. Any little pained noise," Moriarty said, just to make it fair. After all, Moran did some poor work snapping the mans fingers, it wasn't clean and it would be lucky if he got full function back to them. Hmming slightly, Moriarty flopped backwards, his mind ticking away, deep in thought.

It was interesting how composed Tony could keep but then he had a history of this sort of thing, they could hardly beat out shrapnel in the heart.

"You know, if those don't get sorted in 24 hours, it's going to drastically reduce the use of your fingers? Won't be much of an engineer. Or a piano player."

Not that Tony cared about that, huh?

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"I guess that means no weapons." It takes him several very long seconds to get that out there, right between the ring and pinkie finger getting mauled. But at least he doesn't scream. His right hand is free and fine and-- And he's fucked no matter what. He knows that. "Besides, we both know that you're going to kill me."

He's sweating profusely.His nose is burned. He's already been injured and hung over the bathroom rail.

He really doesn't have an delusions by this point. Just a vague hope that there's enough of him left for Steve Rogers or Clint Barton to save when they come.

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Jim climbed up onto the bed and removed his tie, making sure it was strong material before he hooked it around the top of the spinning ceiling fan. He held the device still, ignoring the racket it made at it's forced stop as he tightened the ties grip and made sure it was hanging on. Letting go, the fan twirled once more and the tie hung off it. Turning to Tony, he smirked darkly.

"Go back to building weapons or I'm going to make that your noose. And it won't end cleanly. You'll choke, it won't snap your neck and it'll take a while. You'll probably feel yourself stop breathing, your eyes burning with pain, it's not pretty," Jim informed him as he crouched on the end of the bed and crawled closer to Tony, clambering up him much like a lapdancer would do for a bigger tip.

Leaning down, he smiled and patted Tonys face.

"Death or go back to your old ways. Pick? I know what I'd do," he leaned down and whispered in Tonys ear, it was strangely intimate but that was Jim all over, he seemed nearly affectionate but it couldn't be more wrong. "I'd rather die, wouldn't you?"

Why would anyone give up when they'd gotten so far?

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"Mmm... That won't hold my weight and you know it," Tony says, stray tears slipping down his cheeks. Pain is a terrible thing but he can compartmentalize. More or less. Somethings are just impossible to work with.

Moran, actually, is thinking the same thing. "Why would you even say that?" he grunted, wiping his hands on his pants as Tony cradles his hand against his chest, gingerly.

"Shh, now," Tony says. "The adults are speaking."

Making Moran annoyed at him is his new favorite pastime, Tony decides.

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It was a metaphor... did no one gets dramatics? Heaving a very loud sigh, he gave Moran that look. The look that clearly said 'I'm acting here, stop being a prick'. No one understood the brilliance of a little prop work, he dropped down and put his head on Tonys chest, his hand reaching out to feel the device that replaced his heart. "I think hanging is too impersonal but choking always has that sort of hands on intimacy, doesn't it? I strangled my first boyfriend, it was perfection. It's fine, he was a prick anyway. Slept around and all that rubbish, i didn't care but in that moment we shared, I owned him."

He sounded almost yearning as he said that, he didn't discuss his past often but when he knew someone wasn't going to live, he was comfortable doing it. Slipping his hand into his jacket pocket, he rolled off the man and as his hand came out, so did a crude little pen knife he usually used for opening post.

Flicking it open, he studied the blade before looking at Tony.

"What would it take to change your mind? I know I never will but if there was something out there that could, what would it be? Enlighten me before I break you."

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Moran stands silently, off to the side. He's never heard that one before, and when Tony reaches up to stroke Jim's hair -- probably out of some sort of personal amusement and little more -- he nearly shoots Tony Stark dead, then and there. But Jim moves into his line of fire, and Sebastian knows that what Tony said was true.

Moran is a genius, but he's not on par with these two.

He's here for backup, as a pet, to do the heavy lifting, but this is a meeting of the minds more than bodies.

And Tony seems to be considering it very hard, the answer to Moriarty's question.

"If you could threaten to take away who I am, what I'm able to do, my very mind--. But yanno, that'd defeat the purpose really. Neuter me and no more anything."

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"But that sounds so much more fun."

To destroy Tony Stark and only leave some empty shell behind for everyone to find and be stuck with. Not a great genius inventor but some zombie instead, a shadow of what he'd once been. And constant reminder that the man they loved hadn't died, he'd be trapped with them and they could do nothing about it. Jim smiled at the thought.

"You know, that's not a impossible task. Of course he remove what you are would mean you wouldn't be making weapons but who's to day you wouldn't be remove and someone else would out bid that women you gave control to. You know, the one who is only there because you said so? She really has no qualifications," and there was no way of denying that. But it would be such a shame to waste such genius.

But then... "Would be no great loss, you never were as god a your father. Let the legacy die now? Not a bad idea."

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"Boy, is it lucky that being compared to my father doesn't send me into a rage," Tony says with a mock sincerity that causes Sebastian, in the corner, to laugh.

"What?" he shrugs when the other two glance at him. "Oh c'mon, that's funny." He snatches the lighter and burns the end of a cigarette. He has needs. They ate. Watched Glee and Big Bang Theory and he's overdo for a cigarette damn it!

Tony shakes his head at Jim, despite the pain he's in. "I don't really want to be your creepy love slave with a lobotomy."