CHAPTER 1 Freezingly Hot
Okay, for this one we need a little exposition.
This project will be a collection of unconnected one shots - to get a friend of mine to come with me to a lecture... They challenged me to write something new for them to read every week and then they'll tag along. So here we are.
There will be different pairings (not all of which I/we ship), with different ratings in each story, depending on what she asked me to write. I'll tell you at the beginn of each chapter, which rating it's going to be and any warnings you might want to take into account.
You can expect a new one every week, depending on how fast said friend can beta them over the course of the week.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, the characters belong entirely to MARVEL.
Pairing: Tony x Loki
Rating: M
Warning: This is a male x male story featuring mature themes.
Have fun ^^
Tony looked around himself in the hall. After class school broke out into pure chaos. Chattering students everywhere and there was nowhere to lay low. Within minutes he found himself surrounded by girls, all giggling and tugging coyly at his arms. "Tony," one of them blinked up at him through lowered lashes. "Could you help me with my maths homework?"
"No, he promised to do the physics project with me!"
"No, the essay for English. We wanted to start early!"
"You aren't even in his English class."
Before long they were all screaming at each other in those high-pitched voices. Tony rubbed at his temples. I would love to enjoy all this attention, but right now I'd rather have another lecture with Fury than these screeching vultures…
Contradictory to his normal mannerisms, Tony attempted to slink away from the girls without being noticed. Only, that didn't quite work out as planned.
"Anthony," a smooth voice said. Tony felt the now familiar shudder run down his spine at Loki's use of his full name. The other young man didn't need to be loud to be heard even over the ruckus in the halls of a high school. Like Moses the Red Sea, Loki parted the student body on his way over. Most students tried to avoid the tall and dark figure of him whenever possible. Even, if Loki was the brother of Thor, beloved star athlete. Within the first week of being at school the young man had proven to be nothing like his older brother. Not only were his favourite colours obviously black and green. Favourably the young man wore tight leather pants and flapping coats, his raven hair even longer than Thor's, reminding Tony significantly of a sinister Christmas tree when not styled appropriately. In addition to his kind of punk look, pranks were a daily occurrence around Loki, as well as detention for everyone uninvolved. His magic didn't help with his reputation either. Loki held an aura of mischief and danger about him that reflected in the sparkling of his green eyes and rare, albeit too bright smile.
"Here you are." Loki threw a cold stare at the girls still flocking to Tony's arms. "Reindeer Games," Tony greeted with a half smirk. The nickname had stuck from when both of them had still been fighting on a daily basis – and not made up afterwards with … well you can probably imagine. Tony still felt a ridiculously bright smile light up his face at the mere thought of it. With Loki of all people!
Some of the girls shrank away from Loki's stare, excusing themselves and disappearing. Clever. He doesn't look too pleased… But some stuck stubbornly to Tony's arm. "I see you gathered quite the fan club, Anthony." Shining emerald clashed with chocolate brown. "Does that make you feel better? Being in control?" Tony already lifted his chin to give an according reply. Only one of the girls, that still withstood the thinly veiled threat in Loki's eyes, beat him to it. With blazing eyes, she stepped closer to the at least two heads taller Loki. "And why would you care?" she demanded to know. She obviously hadn't heard the news yet. Oh good grief, Tony groaned lightly. So much stupidity in one place. And I honestly thought my love life was the favourite gossip of everyone at school…
Unfortunately for the girl, Loki didn't seem to find her courage as amusing as he might have in any other situation. "Careful, how you speak to your gods, mortal," he growled darkly. "You are not my god," the girl lifted her chin defiantly. "Could someone please tell her to shut up?" Tony mumbled more to himself, since nobody seemed to listen to him – an impropriety in itself. "So, I am not your god?" Loki tilted his head with narrowed eyes, the fire of his magic dancing freely in the green orbs. "Well, we could always change that. How about it?" Like a large cat circling its prey, the trickster stepped towards the shorter girl. "One day in my clutches and you will not defy me anymore." Tony felt a shudder run down his spine. The day is a generous offer. He would only need an hour to have her begging for him. On her knees. That damn Silvertongue.
Loki's green eyes snapped up to stare at Tony. Even the girls had turned to stare at him wide-eyed. Ah yes. I just said that out loud. Brain-mouth-coordination at its best. Great.He gave his best arrogant smirk, saying a little louder: "Although it's hardly fair with magic at the tips of your fingers. That's simply cheating. Even, if you avoid performance issues thereby." A single black strand fell over Loki's eyes as he tilted his head down. And suddenly the world seemed to slow. If nothing else, the predatory gleam in those pools of green stole Tony's breath away. It felt as if his heart stuttered in his chest, images flooding his mind as Loki dragged his tongue deliberately slow over his bottom lip. If it weren't for all those people, I would allow him to take me right here and now… Actually? To hell with them. They already know me. Let them know him just as well. I can do what I want.
"I still refuse to let you treat Tony like that. He isn't one of your belongings," the girl suddenly spoke up. "And here I thought, we've been obvious enough," Tony grumbled under his breath. With the uncanny precision of his throwing knives, Loki's attention snapped back to the short female before him. His brows furrowed in a dark frown. "Well, then let me put this in terms even a puny mortal such as yourself can understand," he took a step even closer to her, towering over her, lips curled in disdain. "I care, because Anthony is mine. He belongs to me as I to him." The girl blinked surprised, which prompted Loki to step closer still, cornering her between himself and Tony, almost squishing her between their chests. "Or, if you need the blunt form: He is my boyfriend, hands off."
With a gasp, the girl staggered back and right into Tony. On instinct, the young man reached up and caught her shoulders. One look told him everything he needed to know. "Great Lokes," he drawled. "Now she's scared out of her mind. Good job." Loki looked down at the girl without moving his head in the slightest. The message was clear enough: "Why should I care? She is but a mere mortal."
"What did we say about compassion?" Tony carefully moved her out of his boyfriend's line of sight. "That I do not have it," Loki deadpanned. "Those were your words, Anthony, so do not dare look at me like that." Tony, of course, rose to the challenge: "Like what? It's my face. Got a problem with it?" Thin lips curved upwards to stretch into that typical close-mouthed smile that was so Loki. Nothing else, just that sneer and the sudden hungry gleam in his eyes. It told Tony what he needed to know.
A soft wind indicated a portal open behind his back even before Loki pounced on him and pushed them both through it. The hall faded away. Dark swirled before Tony's eyes for a few seconds, his head spinning with the sensation of falling. Only lean arms suddenly encompassing his waist grounded the young man to reality. "Do not try to run from me."
"I'd never dare, Rock of Ages."
Slowly Tony was able to see his surroundings once again. They were in his bedroom in his apartment. Of course. Where else would we head to through a sudden portal in the middle of the hallway…He looked up at his boyfriend. "You know," Tony began, "I'm not in the mood right now. Threatening innocent people, no matter how dumb they are, is really not a huge turn-on for me." Loki looked back at him with a blank expression. "I know you're kind of into that whole begging and grovelling at your feet thing, but right now I am in no mood for that, 'cay?" Tony turned away from his boyfriend and walked to his desk.
Atop it, parts of his newest invention littered the surface, so Tony wasted no time getting right back to work. I know Loki didn't mean to frighten her that much, at least I think. She was pretty obnoxious and annoying anyway… Couldn't take a single hint. It's not as if we were trying to keep it secret either. We have been together constantly from the beginning on.
"If you want me to leave, then just say so, Man of Iron," a quiet, defiant voice broke through his train of thought. A glance over his shoulder revealed Loki still standing in the middle of his room, attempting to stare a hole through his head, eyes narrowed dangerously. "Leave?" An exasperated sigh. "Have you turned into a parrot now, Anthony?" His chair scraped over the floor as the brunet shoved it back to get closer to Loki. "Where does this sudden talk come from?" he wanted to know. "Why would I ask you to leave?" For a long moment, the raven-haired man remained silent, as if willing his partner to get to the conclusion himself. Finally Loki sneered to himself, turning slightly away from Tony. His eyes were as hard and unrelenting as gemstones. An unreadable mask safely placed over his emotions. "You are not in the mood for the spoils of the flesh. So instead of inviting me to tag along on your scientific excess or asking, if I would like a drink perhaps," Loki huffed indignantly, "You decided to just ignore me." So that's where that comes from. Darling's feeling left out.
Without much thought, Tony reached out to encircle his boyfriend's slim waist with his arms, only for Loki to step out of his reach. "I would never send you away. I'm sorry, if it seemed as if I didn't want you here. It's just been such a long day. All those girls trying to drag me into something." Tony shook his head. "I honestly thought I have been obvious enough that you are the only one I want from now on…"
"Say that again," Loki rasped. Brown eyes blinked in confusion. What? He wants me to repeat? But I – oh!
"You are the only one I want from now on."
A green glow was all the warning the inventor got as his boyfriend magiced his chair closer to himself – and in the process the bed. Loki stood tall between Tony's spread knees, arms now safely tugged around the taller man's waist. Smouldering emerald clashed with questing brown. "I never hoped to hear those words from anyone." Loki's voice was barely above a whisper. "Never hoped anyone could care for a monster such as myself." Tony tilted his head to peer into the timidly lowered eyes. "You're not a monster. Whatever your father taught you – and believe me, I know some things about less than perfect fathers – it's wrong. Fundamentally wrong. You're," Tony paused briefly, trying to figure out how to put it in words, "You're a perfect mess. You're my mess. The other side of my coin so to speak."
Tinkling laughter ripped from Loki's lips. The most honest thing he had allowed Tony to hear so far. In a flurry of movements, the trickster straddled his boyfriend's lap, arms circled around Tony's neck and drawing him into a fierce kiss that was more clanking teeth and bitten lips than anything else.
Tony tilted his head back, panting for breath while Loki continued to bite along the column of his neck. "You know," Tony gasped out, "I'm still not really in the mood for that." Loki hummed against his skin, soft strands tickling his chin. Slowly the raven worked his way to Tony's ear. "How would you feel about this then?" His voice changed mid-sentence from a low, seductive male voice to a slightly higher, husky female one. There were other changes Tony noticed. Loki lost some of his angles, gaining curves in, for females, necessary places. "Is this better?" Loki leaned slightly back, batting her lashes prettily at Tony, who could only stare. Not only had his boyfriend just turned into a young woman right atop of him, but his shirt couldn't quite hold her assets anymore, meaning it ripped in a very flattering manner right above her heaving chest. He most likely did that on purpose, a small voice in the back of Tony's head helpfully delivered. Loki is trying to seduce you, you know?
No shit Sherlock, Tony shot right back at that voice and it disappeared to wherever it came from. Then a low moan dripped from his lips as Loki leaned back in to nibble at his pulse point. And I'm not sure, if I really mind…A nimble tongue lapped at his earlobe, followed by questing teeth and suddenly Loki moved her hips in little circles. Mh, nope. Don't mind that. Don't mind that at all.
"Now, now," Loki purred right into his ear, "What may that be?" She ground her hips down against Tony. "Urgh, just happy to see you, Lokes." The goddess giggled with delight, pressing her chest flush against Tony's. "And I am happy to have you, Anthony." Tony forced his eyes to open. When had he closed them anyway? Loki met his gaze with an amused expression albeit cheeks enflamed with passion. "We both know what and how you want it, Loki. So quit playing coy," he told her as firmly as he could with her still on his lap. The dark beauty grinned broadly. Without further ado, she hopped off Tony's lap, twirling in front of him before turning back into her male form. His green pools still glazed with lust as he straightened his back. Loki lowered his chin slighty, voice dropping another octave: "Kneel. Kneel before me."
As always, Tony felt compelled to defy this living image of whatever his classmates thought Loki was: A ruthless, power-hungry madman and always bent on getting what he wanted. Not that he isn't, just not the way they'd expect him to be.
"I said kneel!" Loki narrowed his eyes and suddenly Tony found himself restrained by magic bonds before his boyfriend's feet. The trickster hooked a hand softly around the brunet's jaw, tilting his head up towards him. "Is this not simpler? Hm? Anthony." There was no way he could answer his boyfriend like that. If for Loki the feeling of being in charge was what did the trick, then looking up at the dark beauty that he had gotten himself involved with, surely did it for Tony. His pants were uncomfortably tight by now. Tony swallowed thickly: "You're so fucking beautiful." A grin stretched the magician's thin lips. "Flattery will not make me go any easier on you."
"I'll hold you to that."
Loki leaned down, ignoring Tony's parted lips, the invitation for another smouldering kiss. Instead his teeth found the juncture where neck and throat met – and bit him. Tony cried out in both pain and lust. You could say a lot of things about Tony Stark, but him being close-minded when it came to sex was not among his flaws.
Loki pressed the flat of his tongue against the tender skin, sucking as if his boyfriend was not writhing under his ministrations. "Undress, then up on the bed," Loki growled in the inventor's ear when he was satisfied with the hickey he had left on Tony's neck. It would be impossible to cover it up with clothes and maybe even too dark for make-up. Everyone would see, whom the ex-playboy belonged to. No more misunderstandings with their female classmates. And that was how it was supposed to be.
Tony scrambled to his feet, simply focusing on the task at hand. First, he slowly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing inch after inch of his abdomen. Even, if the brunet spent most of his time in the workshops, he still took the time to work out. Loki's approving hum at the reveal of defined abs was enough to make Tony flush with pride. "My eyes are up here, you know?" the brunet gave a cocky grin. Loki merely gave a sound of understanding, still focused on the revealed expanse of his boyfriend's chest. Tony surely wouldn't object. He liked flouncing his body in public – and being appreciated for what he could offer…
"Stop," Loki ordered, his eyes still glued to the revealed skin. Tony obeyed, pausing in his fight with the button of his trousers. "How did I ever get something this pretty into my bed," the trickster traced his fingers along the rippling muscles on his boyfriend's abdomen. "I-I think you very much asked for it, Silvertongue," Tony gasped. "We were arguing over that science project. Tension broke and suddenly we were in my bed all over each other."
Loki laughed: "I? I asked for it? If I remember correctly, you were very much begging for it once I got started on you. It is an unspoken truth, Anthony. You were made to be ruled. By me." Long fingers traced over the outline of Tony's arousal through his pants. Groaning, Tony tipped his head back, allowing for a lowly chuckling Loki to leave another love bite at his collarbone, running his hands through unruly black locks. "So willing," Loki purred as his lips left feather light kisses all over Tony's torso, gaining more moans and pretty mewls. "And all mine."
Tony cried out as a warm mouth closed around his right nipple. His hands tugged at Loki's hair, but he didn't seem to mind. "Damn. Loki!"
"Good boy. Say my name," Loki purred against his boyfriend's heated skin. "Loki," Tony repeated without consciously having to think about it. He was rewarded with a hum that sent vibrations right to his groin. Helplessly Tony bucked against Loki's skilled fingers gliding over him in languid strokes – only for the same fingers to suddenly leave his body. With a whimper, Tony tried to get back Loki's touch, but the raven-haired man only chuckled darkly. "Continue," he told Tony simply.
Tony levelled his boyfriend with the best glare he could muster, still panting and flushed as he was. But Loki merely raised an eyebrow at him in question. "Something the matter, Anthony?" You know fucking well, what the matter is, Reindeer Games!But Tony bit his tongue to avoid the words from spilling over his lips. Playing with Loki normally was all fun and games, but not when he was like this. Not, when he slipped into the role of Loki, Prince of Asgard and Ruler over Mankind. So, after forcing his hands to stop shaking, Tony returned to unbuttoning his pants under the ever-watchful gaze of his boyfriend.
A sigh of relief rushed past his lips as soon as the constricting fabric of his trousers fell away. Only in boxers his arousal was that much more obvious, straining against the last barrier between him and whatever Loki would dish out today. Loki licked his lips. Get on the bed,echoed Loki's instruction in his head. So like the obedient boy he normally wasn't, Tony crawled onto his bed. Not without a little show of course. As if by chance, his boxers slipped slightly as he placed his knee on the edge of the mattress, revealing the top of his round buttocks. It earned him a soft moan from behind him. Tony wriggled his rear a bit as he placed the second knee up as well, swaying his behind right in Loki's direction.
"Up to the centre," Loki instructed as if reading Tony's thoughts of just plopping down right there and seducing his significant other to come to bed as well. However, with the instruction, Tony moved to the centre of the bed.
Once there, Tony twisted around to lie on his side, watching his boyfriend through half-lidded eyes. Loki looked to be short of foregoing any role-play and just pouncing. "So?" He let his right hand travel over the expanse of his chest. Breathy sounds escaped his parted lips as Tony tweaked his nipples between his fingers for a moment. Then he let his hand travel towards his underwear, already a wet spot forming. "Now you have me." His fingers dipped below the waistband, letting the boxers slip down a little bit further. Loki watched his progress with hungry eyes, still as a statue at the end of the bed. "What are you going to do to me, Prince Loki?" The title rolled off his lips in a sensual purr – and Loki pounced.
With the restrain of a dancer in mid-turn, Loki ripped Tony's hand from his boxers. Without even giving Tony a second to realise that, he lifted the brunet's hips off the bed, tugging the boxers down unceremoniously. On the way back, Loki allowed his lips to leave open-mouthed kisses and the occasional nibble along the inside of Tony's thighs. It drew lovely sounds from his boyfriend's throat. "Don't you dare touch yourself," Loki growled, when he came back up. "That is my job. Mine alone."
"Then you better get to it, princeling." The confidence was returning to Tony, his hips bucking up against his boyfriend's hand. "I'm getting the feeling you don't want it anymore."
"First things first," Loki merely replied. "Hands above your head." The brunet watched in anticipation as the trickster conjured a pair of leather bindings. Tony's breathing quickened, his cock twitching in Loki's hand. Whenever these came into play, Tony was in for a wild ride. A ride that left him satisfied and drained – and more often than not, unable to walk straight. Or at least as straight as curly fries… Loki felt his reaction, saw his eyes darken with lust and grinned darkly.
Carefully Loki fastened the first cuff around Tony's right wrist. Then, leaning unnecessarily close until their chests touched, he looped it around the bed frame. The click of the second cuff around Tony's left wrist accompanied by: "In the end, you will always kneel." Tony moaned, wanting nothing more than for Loki to touch him, make him scream his name until the whole world knew, whom he belonged to. As if sensing his thoughts, the trickster wrapped his hand tightly around Tony's leaking arousal, giving it a few experimental tugs. It tore wanton mewls and moans from Tony's throat as well. He was shameless now that he knew he was going to get what he wanted – until suddenly Loki ceased his movements.
Desperately, Tony bucked his hips, whimpering and seeking to regain the friction. "Nu-uh," Loki tutted at him. "You still haven't learned your lesson. You still allow all those girls to rub themselves all over you." Tony whined again as Loki's fingers closed vice-like around him. "I am not going to stand by and watch that go on any longer."
"They don't mean anything," Tony cried. "You're the only one, Loki!"
Tony's desperation reached new level upon feeling Loki retreat from his frame entirely, the bed creaking as the taller man stood back up. "You are going to stay like this, Anthony. I am going to collect you tomorrow morning before school." Loki stared down at him with unreadable eyes. "Maybe you'll learn your lesson, Anthony."
"No, Loki, no! Please, I need… I need to – your touch. You…"
Loki chuckled darkly. "But Anthony, do you not remember? You are not in the mood for it right now."
And with the cry of frustration still echoing in his ears, Loki, Prince of Asgard and God of Mischief, left his boyfriend high and dry cuffed to his own bed.