The Beach, Saturday Evening

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With his plans well on their way to completion, Tony could spend the evening on the beach. Looking out at the ocean in a dramatic fashion as he cackled with glee.

Soon he'd inherit the Stark fortune and crush everyone like his father could never manage.

"Soon, Fandom. Soon I'll rule over this land and no one will ever laugh at my flat behind ever again!" Oh, the cackling was cathartic. Really it was.

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There was a shadow, there on the beach. A faceless figure, clad in black, his face obscured by shadows that followed him no matter where he turned. Had it been earlier in the day, this might seem odd. But here, under the shroud of almost-night, it worked perfectly.

Especially when there were... dealings to be done.

"I trust," the shadow said, his voice deep and dark and sensuous, "that you're not planning on wasting my time."

This was a very dangerous man you were dealing with, Mister Stark. Tread carefully.

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"Would I do that, darling," Tony drawled. Because he lived life on the edge.

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Tony, the shadowy figure noted, always had been a gambling man. The smile that cut across the figure's face was not even remotely pleasant, as his hand slipped smoothly, unnoticed, into his well-tailored pocket.

A moment later, he pulled out a little black book.

"It wouldn't be a first," the shadow purred. "But, I have to admit, you do always seem to take me more seriously once the job is done."

He liked to prove the deed was done with neatly severed fingers tied carefully to a single black raven's feather. It tended to make his clients more hesitant to attempt to short him any money owed.

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"You're a twisted man, Warren," Tony replied, looking away. "Even back when we were children..."

So, so many years ago.

"I need you to take out Tyrion. The Tyrion."

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"Tyrion," the shadow, Warren, echoed, voice somewhere between thoughtful and bored. "A target that shouldn't surprise me. You are, after all, a Stark."

There was a soft hum from deep in his chest as he casually leafed through the black book.

"Not a cheap target, mind you."

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Tony picked up a suitcase that had been resting in the sand at his feet, clicking the locks open and turning it to face Warren. So he could see the payment (http://www.thefatlossauthority.com/fat_loss_tips/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/sushi1.jpg) waiting there.

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Ah. So Tony was willing to negotiate. Warren regarded the contents of the case with an air of indifference. Contemplating what was sitting before him.

"Fresh?"

For a hit so difficult, Warren would not tolerate hand-me-down goods, Tony.

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"Would I give you anything else?" Yes, but not this time.

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"I'm going to pretend that you're asking a rhetorical question," Warren decided, snapping his book shut and tucking it neatly away into his pocket. "For your own sake."

Tony and Warren went way back, true. But somebody as twisted as the Worthington Shadow, the self-proclaimed Angel of Death, was always willing to overlook such trivialities. Particularly when it came to payments that he found... lacking.

"Find me two more California rolls and you have a deal, Mr. Stark. I'll do it for no less."

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"I came as soon as I could get away," Quinn said breathlessly as she emerged on the beach, wrapped in a long sundress and with her hair drifting in the breeze. She'd started coming to meet Tony like this in the hopes it would show her something about Peter's stupid brother, but several weeks in it had become more than that. Should she give up hopes of becoming Quinn Fabray Hudson Evans Wayne Wiggin, and concentrate on a new dream -- the dream of life as Quinn Fabray Hudson Evans Wayne Stark?

Time would tell.

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"Quinn, my love." He had many of them. So, so many of them. "Any moment with you is a dream," Tony said, holding her in his arms.

Their love was a secret love. That needed a beach in the middle of the night to come to fruition.

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"I feel like the rest of my life is a dream," Quinn burst out as she buried her head against his manly chest, "and I only really come alive when I'm with you."

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"Quinn," he said tenderly. So, so tenderly. "After tomorrow, we can finally be together. Really be together."

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Moisture welled up in Quinn's eyes. "Really?" she asked. "What are you ... doing?"

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"I'm crushing the hopes of the Skywalkers and Wiggins in one swoop," Tony replied. "But shhh. It will all work out."

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"... okay," Quinn said, tremulously. "You aren't going to k-kill Ender, are you?"

She hoped he was going to kill Ender.

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"Worse," Tony crowed. "I'm going to kill the man he loves more than life itself."

Even though he also loved Ender.

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Sad Rent Boy Topher was panting and mussed by the time he reached the beach, and it was with a series of numbers written on his hand.

"Tonyyyyyyyyyyyy!" he called, running in slow motion across the sand. There was a sandcastle, but it was tragically crushed under the weight of his love-stricken feet. "Tony! My love!"

He was in a significantly better mood than he had been this morning. Understandably so, as he had just discovered the passcode to the Skywalker diamond mind self-destruct button! Muahahahahahaha!

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"Topher!" His other other other OTHER love. "You're back!"

And didn't use that money for more of the heroin that you're not addicted to!

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"Yes!" That was true. It was a good thing Tony had pointed that out for the viewing audience. Otherwise they would probably have entirely forgotten who he was, since his contacts and hairstyle had changed since their last meeting.

"I got the codes for you!" he exclaimed, clearly proud of himself. Because in a dead-end job like hooking, this was an opportunity for real-world success!

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"You--" Tony gaped at him, eyes filled with love. So much love that they could barely contain it all as he clutched Topher to his bosom. "You bring me the best things."

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Bosom-clutching! It made Topher's Sad Rent Boy Heart go all pitter-pat. Which was especially obvious from the way he was swooning.

"I'm so glad you're happy, my love!" he sang out. Because now he was apparently into pet names. It was the glee talking.

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All that damn glee!

"Do you know what this means, Topher?"

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"That we can finally be together?" Topher asked hopefully. Bouncing-like. "Oh, Tony!"

And then he finally got to use an icon that he might never use again went for the kiss. The kiss of the century!

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All kisses with Tony Stark were the kisses of a century! It was a special talent that only he possessed!

"I have a yacht ready for our get away."