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Post by Reese Forrester on Oct 18, 2012 0:40:41 GMT -8
Tony let out a quiet gasp when he was flung across the room. With a grunt, he landed on his back and immediately started to sit up. His eyes didn't leave Erik for a moment. He was hyper-aware of everything at this point. Never before had the chest piece been as much of a weakness as it felt like right now. Even when he was trapped in a goddamn cave, hooked up to a car battery. All right, so he'd like to think that was considerably worse. He didn't know how he was supposed to compare this to his time in Afghanistan, but it really wasn't something he should have tried to do. Different situations. Different fears. It was just that vulnerability that he hated. He was a man who built up so many walls, who had so much radiating confidence that no one ever thought different of him.
"Don't you know? I love an audience. I live for an audience." No, he didn't. Not when he was stuck this way. He didn't want anyone to see him in this weakened state. God no. Sure, Tony liked attention and no doubt, he relished in all of the attention he got. Whether it be from cameras or people, in general. Tony liked to be front and center and he worked it well. This wasn't one of those situations though. "Really? You think you have what it takes to go up against Thor? I don't know, a Demi-God might crush you. Oh, and we have a Hulk." He noted, and he didn't know how well Thor could do. But, what he wouldn't give for Banner to be there now. But, he wouldn't call for them. He couldn't.
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Post by Murray Edmond on Oct 18, 2012 13:21:34 GMT -8
Was he calling his bluff? Erik studied the younger man. Mr. Stark knew nothing about him, he had already admitted to that. So, either he was making assumptions, calling his bluff, or grasping at straws. But, he was about to find out. "It seems we're playing a game of Chicken," he mused, holding up his hand as a cell phone floated to his hand. "You say you love an audience. You've gotten me...excited to have one. There you are, Mr. Stark. Call your friends." he let go of the phone, watching as it floated over to the man and stopped in front of his face. He kept the phone midair as he waited to see what he was going to do. Honestly, he wouldn't mind it. They had a Hulk? He'd never had the Hulk before. If he could trap the mutants residing in the X Mansion, making them think that they were battling with him when really, they were in the danger room, he could definitely handle a small group of so-called Avengers.
He didn't mind the wait, either. Because as far as Erik was concerned, he had all night. He didn't know how the capture of Beast would go down, whether they would run into any trouble. He knew from experience that these plans never went according to plan. The smoothest capture he ever made was the capture of Rogue, and even that didn't go without some complications. Cyclops and Storm did their best to protect the girl, as had Wolverine. Though, Erik had inside knowledge of the X Men. His best friend was Charles Xavier himself. He knew exactly how they worked. So when it came to fighting against them, he knew the best tactics. Sinister and Shaw didn't have that advantage. Which meant that he needed to make this last as long as possible. Which, sounded good to him. He never liked to rush things. Especially not things like this. |
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Post by Reese Forrester on Oct 18, 2012 13:59:24 GMT -8
There was no one for him to call. Sure, he had friends. But, none of them would have made any sense to call. Even Rhodey couldn't help him, not given that the only means of defense his oldest friend had was a suit just like his own. And the Avengers? Well, one, pride dictated that he didn't call them at every turn. They went their separate ways for a reason, although when a threat occurred, it's when they gathered again. And he kept close contact with a couple, not including Clint and Natasha that he had to see when he consulted for SHIELD. But, really, who was he supposed to call? He wouldn't throw this burden on Banner. Even though he was sure if anyone could help it would have been the Hulk. After all, when morphed into the other guy, he was near invincible. But, he couldn't just call and hope. It would take too long anyway. And Thor--Hell, he wasn't even sure Thor could use a cell phone, much less answer calls. And come to think of it, he didn't even know whether or not he was on Earth or back in Asgard. These weren't questions that came up. Because Tony usually had himself to think about. If the world wasn't in danger, then they didn't need to pull together.
"You know what? I think I can handle myself." With that, he knocked the phone aside, carelessly. No, he wasn't going to call them. But, it didn't tell him what else he was going to do. He was out of plans before he started. It was a frantic desperation that circled his mind. This wasn't supposed to happen. Tony Stark was a certified genius for Christ's sake! It was humiliating and while he didn't show the desperation or worry on his face. It was there. In every strong beat of his heart against his ribcage, it was there.
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Post by Murray Edmond on Oct 18, 2012 19:18:12 GMT -8
Erik allowed the phone to fall once Tony hit it and smirked. "Oh, I have no doubt about that. The question is really, can you handle me?" as he posed the question, his hand outstretched and the buckle on his pants tore off the belt and stretched thin, before wrapping itself loosely around his neck. "You look good with a collar, Ironman." he taunted him as he lifted the man midair, so he was floating in front of him. And with the buckle off the belt, he grabbed the belt and held it so he could see it. "Just in case I need it." he informed him and set it down on the coffee table. He had no qualms about using it, either. Charles Xavier could attest to that. Once he set it aside, he brought him closer to him once more and cupped his cheek. "I guess we're about to find out exactly what you can handle, Mr. Stark."
Lowering the man back to the floor, he rested both hands on his waist and pulled him closer, naturally this time. Leaning in, he kissed him once more, this time bringing a hand to the back of his head and gripping his hair as he did so. Already, it was just as he had imagined it to be. He felt excited, and honestly, he was glad to be alone with him after all. Especially for their first time together. After tonight, if this happened again, then it wouldn't make much difference to him. But tonight, it was better that they were alone. Erik was old fashioned like that. Though, kissing him, made him want to ravage and take the other man. Suddenly, he was wearing too many clothes. |
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Post by Reese Forrester on Oct 18, 2012 21:02:23 GMT -8
How was he supposed to react to this? Tony liked to think that he had sharp reflexes. He might not have been superhuman by any means out of his suit, but he learned to fight and how to interact with fists and violence if he had to. Hell, his driver, a former professional boxer had taught him how to box. He knew what he was doing! Well, he didn't know how to fight this. He didn't have the suit and he was vulnerable physically. He was too easily tugged around and when his belt was pulled off, he frowned. "Oh look at that. There's metal just about everywhere, isn't there?" He was still trying to act calm, although as he watched the buckle stretch and wrap around his neck, he swallowed outwardly. His dark eyes went down, then up again. "I'm not your dog. And I hope you know how much that belt was worth. Because you owe me one." Well, actually, everything he owned was probably overpriced, but that's the life of an eccentric billionaire.
He didn't like floating. Coming from someone who loved the flight his suit gave him; this wasn't thrilling. This was frightening and he tensed as he was set down in front of him. Tony's hands never responded when he was touched and when kissed, he didn't pull way as abruptly this time. He muffled a sound into it. He couldn't just let this happen. Come on, he was Tony Stark. He was Iron Man. So, he followed his instincts (which were, to say the least, primitive in this case). And pulling back from the kiss, he clenched his fist and threw a punch at the other man's face and at the same time attempted to pull back away from him completely. "If you thought I was just going to take this. You're wrong."
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Post by Murray Edmond on Oct 19, 2012 14:42:32 GMT -8
Magneto didn't even flinch when he was punched. It was to be expected. After all, everyone tried their hand at him, even when it was hopeless. To his question, though, he chuckled. "I was actually hoping you'd say that." His eyes left Tony's and glanced upwards at the metal fan panes, which were starting to tremor. With a sly grin, Erik held up both hands and all of them detached themselves and flew themselves at the man. A couple pushed against his chest, and with a flick of his wrist, the metal inside of Tony forced him against the wall. The metal that had been pushing against him dug its ends into the wall, pinning him. The others wrapped around his legs, and his arms. Finally, the metal around his neck tightened. Erik picked up the belt, before looking over where the remains of his suit were. He held up his open palm, and a small shrapnel separated itself from the rest, molded itself into a small blade, and floated to Erik, landing gently in his hand.
Before approaching Tony, he took his helmet off and smirked. "I think it's safe to say that you don't have a telepath here." He tossed the helmet on the couch, running his hand through his hair. He walked closer to Tony, waving the blade. "I wonder what I should do with this first." he tilted his head, studying him. He wanted to do this just right, just like he did everything else. He ran the blade against Tony's cheek, before bringing it down his chest and stomach to his naval. Once more, he kept eye contact with him. He wasn't a psychic, but he knew there was just no way that this was having no affect on the man. What he was doing would shake the strongest of men. Hell, even Wolverine would be worried if he found himself in this situation. And soon enough, he would break the facade. Erik was sure of that. |
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Post by Reese Forrester on Oct 19, 2012 20:58:26 GMT -8
Tony's eyes lifted to the ceiling, widening at the sight of the ceiling fan trembliing. Oh, he could guess what could come next and he wasn't proven wrong. His eyes closed instinctively when they flew at him. He hit the wall, eyes opening immediately to watch as the fan blades started to hold him to the wall. He swallowed hard as the metal tightened on his throat, feeling his heart beat faster against his chest. The punch might not have been a smart move. He could admit to that (not out loud, of course). "You'll get yours coming back to you, I promise." He might not be able to fight him off. But, he would find some way to avenge what was happening here. He wouldn't just take it and end it. Though, what he was going to do about it, he had no idea. He pulled against the metal, testing it even though he knew he couldn't break it. He was helpless against it. Helpless enough that it made his stomach churn with worry.
"And here I thought it was a fashion statement." He replied, in regards to the helmet. He was practically speaking through clenched teeth at this point. And while he watched him come towards him with that blade, he couldn't help the way his dark eyes widened a little and followed the brush of the blade over him. His eyes went back to Erik's, trying not to show the fear, and instead trying to look at him with contempt and frustration. "You can get it away from me. That's what you can do." Now, did he expect him to listen to him? Of course not. That would be asking for too much and if he was going to let him go, he would have done so by now. He didn't expect anything that he asked for to be obliged, but he wasn't going to accept any of it either. No way was that happening. Not now, and not anytime.
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Post by Murray Edmond on Oct 22, 2012 20:40:53 GMT -8
Erik looked in his eyes. He knew that the meaning behind it wasn't meant to be improper at all. But that didn't mean he couldn't twist it to be. So, after hearing that he would get what was coming to him, he smirked and reached down, grabbing the other man's length. "I'm looking forward to it." And he was, really. He could just imagine what he could do when Mr. Stark attempted at revenge. Especially if he brought in the Hulk. Magneto had several ideas of what he could do with the both of them. Now, that was one situation that might wipe out his energy. But he looked forward to it, longed for it the more that he thought about it. But really, he shouldn't be thinking about it. He really should be thinking about the task at hand.
The suggestion to get it away from him was answered with a quick tear of the man's shirt. Magneto couldn't wait to get it off, and once the chest of the shirt had been cut, his eyes nearly devoured it. Instantly, he leaned in and not only kissed the man's lips this time, but left a trail of passion from his lips down to his chest. Slowly, the metal binding his legs came loose. After all, he would need use of his legs. Whether or not he would want to need it. Once his lips did finally separate from the man's chest, he raised back up to his ear. "You shouldn't have struck me, foolish boy. You should beg for mercy" his whispers were gentle, barely even a whisper. But he knew it would still have an affect |
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