"On your knees," Loki commanded and I had no choice but to obey.
"Yes boss." The voice was mine but I didn't recognize it. The Asgardian had made me a prisoner of my own mind. I could scream and yell and resist all I wanted in my mind but my body wouldn't listen. I said what he wanted to hear. I did what his lips demanded. I was his puppet, a robot. The worst part was my sanity still lurked in the showed crevices of my troubled mind, forced to watch and remember. Inside I wanted to vomit as my mouth pleasured him, his thin fingers tangled in my shaggy hair, forcing me closer. But outside my expression was blank.
Loki chuckled lowly, his head falling back against the wall. "I knew there was a reason you were my favorite."
Gross. I didn't want to be his favorite. I dind't want to be his anything. I belonged to no one. My hatred for him surpassed anything, even my love for Natasha. Natasha. Even the name made me feel gulity.
'I'm sorry,' I thought as if she could hear me. Not that she would care that i had my lips wrapped around Loki's cock.. would she. No. No my precious Black Widow had told me countless times she would never fall in love. So why did I dream of her mouth connected to mine, our tongues entertwined as i held her pressed against the wall. As soon as I would enter her, her legs would lock themselves around my waist as I pleased her, thrusting into her very core. She would writher against me, moaning as loud as she possibly could.
Oh how I long for my name to poss those pretty little lips as she reaches her climax, the should enough to get me off.
It hurt loving someone you could never have. Loving Natasha was my weakness but thank god she didn't know. Nobody knew. Only me and it was going to stay that way.
I was brought back to reality when Loki released. The taste was vile. Trust me, I would have gaged if I could have.
"Swallow."
I did. It made me feel dirty. I had no problem me homosexuals it just wasn't my thing. Steve and Tony were perfect together and they were pretty cool guys and they were gay.
Hell Elton John's gay and he kicks ass. But me? Not me. I loved Natasha.
Slowly I rose to my feet and was slamed against the wall, Loki's lips attacking mine. They were rough and I hated it. As his tounge invaded my mouth I thought that maybe this was gods way of punishing me for everything bad I had ever done, every life I had ever taken.
Before long another part of me was being invaded and holy fuck it hurt like hell. I had never felt so violeted in my entire life. His nails dug into my wrist as he pounded into me.
"Tell me Agent Barton," he purred in my ear, his tone possesing that familiar hint of seduction it always did, "Are you enjoying this?"
I nodded, my lips twisting into a smirk.
It was a lie of coarse.
"Do you love me?"
"Of coarse."
Another lie. How could I love this man? He was absolutly repulsive. I would kill him the first chance I got.
The closer he got the harder he thrusted and the harder the pain became to bare. He came and involentaraly so did I.
Then it was over.
"You've done well Hawkeye."
The hell? Did he just call me Hawkeye? I didn't even know he knew me by that name. He had never said it before. Its not like it mattered With one last quck kiss I was left to the mercy of my own thoughts. What terrors awaited me next?