No one knew exactly what had happened to Clint while he was under the control of Loki. Sure, Clint had told them some stuff. Just the basics.. As far as he was concerned, no one needed to know what happened. Not even Natasha, and that was saying a lot because she knew everything about him. Well everything but this. Clint just couldn't tell anyone. He didn't want to see pity in everyone's face whenever they looked at him. Actually, he didn't want to see more pity because everyone was already sorry for what happened. If only they knew the whole story.
After the battle, Thor took Loki back to Asgard. Clint thought that would make everything better. But he was wrong. He just felt so empty. When he had been with Loki, he felt complete. The other part of him that was missing was suddenly there. Funny how he hadn't noticed how incomplete he felt until Loki's presence was there, in his mind, poking and prodding at everything he had ever thought, seen, felt, or otherwise.
And that's how it all started. With a curious God of mischief. Loki hadn't thought twice about digging through Clint's memories. On the inside, Clint was fighting tooth and nail to get Loki out of his head. On the outside though, he was standing at attention, like a perfect little soldier. The deeper Loki dug, the dirtier Clint felt. Now Loki knew everything. It was like his thoughts were a filing cabinet, and the worse was when Loki found the little section labeled "Loki".
Pretty soon Loki knew how much Clint wanted to kill him. How he wanted to maim him. Every negative thought he had ever thought of Loki was now out in the open. But that wasn't the bad part. Loki had to have known that enslaving Clint would have negative percussions. The truly awful part for Clint was when Loki saw the positive thoughts. Well, the dirty thoughts. The thoughts of pushing a certain God of mischief into a wall and kissing his brains out. Then slamming him on a bed and fucking him until he begged for more. The thoughts of turning Loki into a whimpering mess beneath him. And when Loki finally withdrew from Clint's mind, he had a smirk on his face.
"Why my Hawk," Loki purred "Had I known where your interests lie, I would have made sure you knew the feelings were…mutual"
Clint swore his heart stopped then and there. And then it jumped from his chest into his throat as Loki grabbed him through his pants. Clint's thoughts went spiraling from hatred, to arousal, to disgust, to anticipation. Good thing he wasn't able to walk away, because he wasn't too sure that he would. Which just made him more confused because Loki was the enemy. But if he was so bad then why was he making Clint feel so good? Loki's hand was rubbing his cock slowly, bringing it to life a lot quicker than Clint would care to admit.
"Agent Barton" Loki whispered in his ear. " What do you want? Answer truthfully."
Clint was still under Loki's power, so he automatically answered "I want to cut your eyeballs out of your head and then bash your skull in." Loki gave him a disapproving look.
"I meant about this" He said as he squeezed his cock, a little too tight for comfort.
"Touch me" Clint moaned.
"Oh but I am, my Dear Hawk" Loki smirked more. "Is there something wrong?"
Clint figured that Loki's command to tell the truth was still in play as he found the words "Not enough. Touch me more. Please." slipping past his lips. Surprisingly, Loki complied. He knelt down in front of Clint, and slowly undid his pants, pulling them right off. Clint eagerly stepped out of them. Part of him was screaming "NO! Stop! This is wrong!" But an even bigger part of him was itching to grab Loki's hair and force his mouth onto his dick. Unfortunately for Clint, he couldn't do either. Loki was still in control.