This work hasn't been forgotten!
It is going through a rewrite!
The story is basically the same, but I'm delving more into the other relationships as well.
Sorry for the LONG hiatus!
It had been a long day. It was almost 11 o'clock when the team arrived at the Stark mansion after yet another merciless fight against Loki.
Steve had gone to bed, with an "Early to bed, early to rise." sentiment. Clint was sprawled across the couch, letting out a groan, which Natasha giggled at as she walked by, heading towards her room. Both Thor and Bruce were in the kitchen, Banner making some late-night steaks. And Tony was in the bar upstairs. After a long day of fighting, he needed a drink. Or two.
He was hurting. His shoulder was bruising, his legs ached, and he needed to drink off the pain. He decided scotch would do the trick. He grabbed the bottle, glanced up at the cupboard filled with tumblers, decided he didn't need one, and started downstairs.
Passing by the kitchen, he gave a weak chuckle as he heard Thor and Bruce argue over who deserved the bigger steak. He walked towards the set of stairs that led down into his workshop and passed by Clint, who was snoring on the couch. He gave him a few taps on the side of his face, "Hey Legolas, get off the leather, your arrows are going to scratch it up."
Clint mumbled under his breath, and grudged down the hall, into his room.
Tony went down the stairs that lead to his workshop, holding the bottle of scotch firmly in one hand, while trying to massage some pain out of his shoulder with the other. By the time he had reached the bottom of the staircase, he had already had 2 swigs of the drink. It was painful as it went down, but in a good way. He had always loved the way it felt as if it was scratching his throat as it traced down into his stomach.
His empty stomach.
Tony sighed. He forgot he hadn't eaten today. He would have had breakfast, but Thor had cleared out 2 dozen eggs, and a box of poptarts, and cold cereal didn't sound appetizing at all. He was preoccupied the rest of the day with upgrading his suit, and fighting Loki, he had just forgotten to eat.
Getting drunk wasn't going to take long. He turned on his music, and cranked it as loud as it could possibly manage, filling the workshop with heavy old school rock, patting himself on the back inwardly at the soundproof glass that encased the workshop. Without it, he'd never be able to spend a night the way he wanted to without being yelled about it by the rest of the team.
An hour later, and the bottle was half empty. Stumbling around his workspace, he fell into the chair at his desk. He set the bottle on his desk haphazardly, and started air-guitaring to the music. He spun his chair around, still pretending he was playing the chords, he almost didn't notice Loki had appeared in his shop.
Loki stood across from Tony, leaning against one of the clear glass walls. He wasn't in his normal attire, he still had his heavily armored coat, but no helmet, and he was in slacks. Tony stopped and rose out of his chair, "Mute." He slurred and the music ceased.
Loki held a firm gaze upon Tony, "I had a feeling you were going to be inebriated, Stark."
"Oh did you now?" Tony drunkenly rolled his eyes, "And what is your business here, I don't suppose you came here to pledge your love to me."
Loki's mouth twisted into a grin, "No, I don't suppose I did." He lunged toward at Tony, and punched him in the stomach. Tony, being drunk, reacted too slowly. He stumbled backwards, and fell onto the ground.
Loki lowered himself next to the smaller man, "Well, well, well. The powerful man of iron, useless and in pain at my disposal."
"….Loki." Tony managed.
"Yes, Stark?" Loki sneered.
Tony looked up at Loki, he had of course thought of Loki in some sort of sexual way. He was Tony Stark, the first thing he ever thought about when he met someone was how they'd be in bed. (The day he'd 'met' Loki, he'd determined that he'd be a moaner.) But he'd never seen him so up close. He couldn't help but notice how his raven black hair was draped perfectly across his lean pale face. His eyes, piercing, and green, looking through him more than at him. And his cheekbones, oh those cheekbones.
He was gorgeous.
And Tony Stark had never denied Tony Stark anything before.
He raised his hand, slowly, towards the god's face, and ran his fingers from Loki's temple down the side of his jaw, to his chin.
"What do you think you're doing?" Loki spat, standing up.
"So beautiful." Tony mumbled. He too stood up, stumbling as he did so.
He urged himself towards the god. Loki stood still, watching his movements. The smaller man was in no armor, posing no threat. Tony closed the space between the two of them, grabbing the god's hips and pulling him closer. Any words that could have escaped the Loki's lips were quickly stifled as Tony slammed his mouth against his, slowly grinding their hips together.
Loki pushed him away, "Stark."
But he knew it was too late. He hadn't had any release part from his own hand for far too long, the last being only a quickie with a servant girl back in Asgard. He knew what he wanted. He wanted Stark. He'd never been one to deny himself anything either, and he couldn't deny the fact that Stark was almost as fetching as some of the men he'd lain with in Asgard. And well, if Stark was offering, who was he to refuse?
Tony noticed the god's buldge and grinned, palming his own through his jeans. Loki watched, and couldn't help but step closer. He ran his long, thin fingers up Tony's black tank top. The touch of the god's cold fingers against his hot skin made Tony slightly groan. Grabbing Loki's ass, he pulled the god against himself.
Loki smiled, as he leaned down and kissed Tony deeply. He tasted the scotch. But underneath the alcoholic mask, he could faintly taste Tony. Groaning at the taste of the man underneath the scotch, he wished he tasted more of Stark and less of the drink.
Tony shifted his hips, so their cocks slightly grazed each other's. Loki pulled the shirt off of him, and dug his nails into the man's bruised shoulders. Tony hissed and bit Loki's lip in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His own drunken fingers went to the god's coat, fumbing as he tried to release some of the straps. Loki sensed his urgency, and with a flick of the wrist, his coat was gone.
The two men fought for dominance. A battle of tongues and teeth as each pushed and pulled the other.
Loki eventually took control. He picked up Tony, and slammed him against the back wall of the shop. Tony wrapped his legs tightly around the god's hips, pulling him closer, so their cocks were rubbing hard against one other's.
The god grabbed fistfuls of the man's hair and pulled back hard, exposing his thick, tan neck. He nipped at Tony's throat gently, earning him a soft moan from the man. He sucked on the spot just below Tony's ear lightly, working his way down to the man's chest, and over to the other ear.
"Jesus, Loki..." Tony whispered.
Loki stopped for a moment, and looked up at Tony. His eyes were closed, and his head was still thrown back with the grip Loki had on his hair. He was panting hard, and Loki grinned and released the man's hair from his hands. He lowered him back onto the ground, and pulled the black tank top off of him.
Tony's hands immediately went to Loki's slacks, undoing the belt, and working at the button and zipper. Loki did the same with Stark's jeans, soon leaving both of them only in their boxers.
The god ran his fingers down the man's ribcage, lightly down his stomach, tracing each thick muscle, until he reached the bulging cock, grabbing hard, he started stroking, making Tony jump at the sudden forcefulness.
"Fuck." Tony panted onto Loki's neck. He grabbed a fistful of the god's raven hair, and gave a sharp tug downward.
With a deep chuckle, Loki obliged and dropped to his knees.
He grazed the bulge under Tony's boxers with his teeth, and looked up at the moaning man who was watching his every move. He dropped the boxers, kissed Tony's inner thigh, working his way up to the man's cock. His lips pressed into his skin agonizingly slow, and Tony let out a groan of frustration. He smirked, and took the man's balls into his mouth and gently sucked.
Tony's fingers clenched hard around the god's hair, letting out a shudder, "More."
The god brought his hands up from the man's thighs, placed one hand firmly on Tony's cock, and started stroking. He brought his other hand up behind Tony's balls, dragging his fingers across the sensitive spot.
Tony licked his lips, trying to moisten the cracked skin that was dry from his panting and he let out a low moan. He couldn't take much more. He wanted Loki. In his bed.
Now.
He tugged Loki's hair forcfully until the god was back up on his feet, "I need more than just this."
Loki looked at him, his brows drawn together, lips in a tight line, "What, Stark?" He was a god. This mortal saying he wasn't enough nearly had him sending himself away, letting him deal with his own...problem.
"Upstairs. My room." Tony grabbed Loki by the arm and lead him out of the workshop.
Everyone had gone to bed now. No one had seen the naked man drag the god to his room. In his drunken state, Tony wouldn't have cared if someone did anyway.
"Jarvis, lights. 20%"
"Yes, sir."
"Here we go again." Bruce sighed as he popped his iPod buds into his ears. The whole '20%' lights thing always meant sex was going to happen. Apparently, Tony thought that was the perfect amount of light for sex, and Bruce just didn't want to hear any of it.
Because, for a multi-million dollar building, it had incredibly thin walls.
The room was dim, and Tony threw Loki onto his bed. The god sat up, and took off the boxers he had forgotten he had on. He held his hard cock, watching as Tony grabbed some lube out of his bed side table and tossed it onto the bed.
"On your stomach." Tony's words were dry, and demanding.
Loki wanted this too much to even force a reply and he rolled over quickly, eagerly spreading his legs. He was neither a top nor a bottom exclusively, but the thought of living the tales he'd heard about Stark's many bed mates had him almost groaning into the pillow.
Tony crawled into the bed, closer to Loki, he kissed the back of the god's neck, and worked down, trailing kisses and bite marks down his back, leaving the god to moan a string of obseneties.
"God damn it, Stark." Clint grumbled to himself, hearing the manly moans through their common wall, "Why the hell did I have to get the room next to yours?" He stood from his bed and pulled on a pair of boxers, walking down the hall until he hit Natasha's door, and went inside where his ears were safe from the enthusiastic grunts.
Tony gripped Loki's ass firmly, and spread the pale cheeks, running his tongue across his entrance. Loki whimpered, and Tony flicked his tongue into him. The god's fingers clenched the sheets around him, and let out a low moan.
"Uhhh...Oh, yes! ... Uh, uh, uh, Ssstarrk..."
Tony worked his tongue deeper into Loki, making the god shout things in a language Tony couldn't begin to understand.
Loki let out a whimper of disapproval when Tony pulled his tongue out. The man smiled grabbed the bottle off the bed, and coated his fingers. He forced a lubed finger into the god. Loki groaned, and thrashed around. Another finger in, Tony started a deep, and slow pace. The god forced his moans into one of the large pillows on the bed. A third finger, and Loki was grinding back, pressing the fingers deeper into himself.
Tony stared almost in awe at the sight before him, "Oh you want it bad, don't you?"
"Mmhmm" Loki hummed at the back of his throat.
"Tell me. Tell me how bad you want me." He may have been getting a bit cocky, but when was the last time he had a god moaning on his bed?
"Oh, I want you ba-" Tony forced a fourth finger in, and quickened his pace. "Ohhh! Mmmm, fuck! I want you bad. Fuck me, Stark."
Tony couldn't wait any more. He took out his fingers, and lubed his cock. He forced himself into the god in one long, dragging thrust, until his balls hit the back of Loki's thighs. Both men moaned in unison, their cries mingling together, it being hard to even distinct whose was whose.
Steve blushed as he rolled over in bed. He knew of Tony's...dalliances, but usually the nightly encounters weren't so loud. At least he was far away from his room to only hear the murmurs of what was actually being said. He would never want to know what Tony ever said to the women he took home.
Still, his groans were more than audible, and Steve grabbed his iPod, something Bruce had shown him after one of Tony's more...excited nights. He popped the buds into his ears and clicked on a Frank Sinatra soundtrack, shutting his eyes as he listened to his familiar music with a smile.
Tony leaned down, his breath dancing on Loki's neck and whispered into his ear, "How do you want it?"
Loki bit his lip, "Hard. Fast."
Tony grinned, and started languidly fucking the god, pulling out almost all the way, and pushing in deep and slow.
"Harder!" Loki hissed.
Tony pulled out all the way, and barely entered, giving small, shallow thrusts, "Beg for me, Loki. I want you to beg." He was powertripping, and he knew it.
Loki groaned and pushed back, trying to force more of Tony's cock into him, "Please, Stark, fuck me harder!"
With a feral smile, Tony thrust deep into the god, Loki giving a deep, pleased groan beneath him. He thrust harder and deeper into the god, working up to a fast pace.
"Oh, yes Stark, harder, faster! Fuck me like the harlot I am!"
Tony knew he wasn't going to last long, not with the devious words escaping the god's lips. He pounded violently into him, and tangled his fingers in the jet black hair, giving it a rough tug back to bite at his neck.
Loki gritted his teeth, tensing around Tony. Tony's hips stuttered at the too-tight grip Loki had on his cock and he groaned, his teeth digging into Loki's neck farther as he spilled into the god with a final snap of his hips.
As Tony pulled out, both men shivered with pleasure, Loki giving a whimper at the loss. He fell next to the god, laying on his side as he panted, trying to fill his lungs. Loki rolled over onto his back.
Tony bit his own lip looking at Loki's perfect, slightly muscled, pale body. His eyes focused on the glorious, flushed cock, still raging, needing release.
He kissed the corner of Loki's lips, down his neck and to his chest. Loki's breath quickened and he carded his fingers through the man's dark brown locks. Tony bit one of the god's nipples, as he circled his fingers lightly around the other. Loki groaned, and thrust his hips forward, his cock needing some sort of friction.
"Oh gods, Stark!" Loki whined when Tony left both of his nipples completely.
Tony kissed his way downward. He gave a hesitant lick at the slit of Loki's cock, causing the god to take in a sharp breath. It had been a while since Tony had gone down on a guy, and even longer since Loki had anyone go down on him. Still, Tony was too drunk to not give in; he didn't mind blowing guys, liked it even, but he'd been with Pepper for the past few weeks. Key words being: had been. He flicked his eyes up to Loki's, seeing the god panting, his teeth worrying his lower lip.
He smiled at the affect he had on the demigod and gave another, more confident lick to his cock, slicking it up before he took the head into his mouth.
Loki whimpered, his grip tightening in Tony's hair, and thrust deeply into the man's wet hot, pliant mouth. The feel of Loki's cock hitting the back of his throat had Tony moaning, sending the god spiraling at the vibrations.
Loki was close, Tony could feel it. He raised his hand, and gripped the base of the god's cock firmly, preventing him from coming. He slowed his pace, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked him down harder than before.
Loki's let go of Tony's hair, and he covered his own eyes with his palms. His moans turned into pleading whimpers as Tony circled his tongue slowly and roughly around the head of his cock, still holding the base hard, "Stark, if you don't let me come, I swear to you I will send your iron suits to Alfheimr."
Well, Tony had no idea where the fuck that was, and really didn't want to find out. Having enough with the teasing, he quickly released his grip, and sucked the god as fast as he could manage.
Loki jolted, his body sent into spasms of pleasure. He pulled the sheets around his fingers, and arched his back, releasing into Tony, "Stark!" He cried in a hoarse whisper as he came in the man's mouth, Tony swallowing everything he gave him.
Loki sank back into the sheets, pressing the heel of his palm to Tony's forehead, pushing him off. Tony chuckled and kissed his way back up Loki's tight body, and laid down next to him.
"That was fun." Tony nudged the god as they laid next to each other, still panting.
Loki snorted, "Indeed, it was fun."
"Way better than I thought you'd be." Tony mumbled to himself.
Loki sat up slightly, resting on his elbows, "Ehehe, really? The great man of iron has thought about bedding me?"
The scotch was talking and Tony knew it. But even he was too drunk to even bother with caring, "Yeah... it's the helmet, I guess. The horns are... they really distract me."
"I see, too bad I didn't have my helmet with me tonight." Loki's lips curled into a smile. Oh, he was going to have fun with this new little tidbit of information.
Tony let out a moan of agreement, and spooned Loki.
Loki stiffened. Sex was one thing, but cuddling? No, cuddling was something he did not do. He broke free from Tony's grip, stepped out of the bed, his clothes on him with a slight flick of his wrist.
Tony frowned when he felt Loki move away and he parted an eye lazily, "Where are you going?"
"I don't cuddle." Was all that he said before he disappeared, leaving behind a thin, green mist.
"Alright. Jesus." Tony rolled onto his back, and let out a sigh. "Jarvis, lights out."
"Yes, sir."
The dim lights faded into pure darkness, and Tony pulled the covers up and around his waist before he allowed his drunken, post-coital sleepiness to claim him.