A/N: this is my first attempt at writing something in the Avengers fandom. I've had this idea for writing a story partly influenced by the song dirty little secret, I just always figured it'd be a wrestling fic, likely Mike/Chris or Randy/Chris, hell even an X-men fic Scott/Logan, yet I could not pull myself from writing a Tony/Loki fic, so here you go, my first Avengers story.

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Dirty Little Secret

Would your brother be mad if he knew about us; furious even?

Would the sky be consumed by dark thunderous clouds, threatening the end of day; lightening littering the landscape, striking menacingly from the heavens if he found out?

I can just picture his face, deep red as he roars in disbelief, accusing me of defiling you. All the while unaware that you were the one who started whatever this is we have.

Would he even care to know or would he refuse to believe you ever had a hand in this?

Imagine his expression if he were to find out.

If he were to see us, in my bed, you on top riding me for all my worth; or better yet, in my workshop, as I bend you over the stainless steel table.

My hands on your hip, holding you in place while I'm buried to the hilt in you. My lips pressed flush against your neck trying to stake claim, while you buck back into each one of my thrusts.

What would he say if he heard you moaning my name like some two-bit whore while I pound into you?

I imagine there'd be hell to pay if he ever did find out about us two. But that's part of the fun isn't it?

Playing a game of risk with they're highest stakes of all; life.

To pull one over the great son of Odin, that's the greatest thrill for you.

I'm more than willing to take part in this game. Why not, when each time we play I win.

Every kiss or little touch is just another small victory. Each and every scratch, bite, or mark left on ivory skin a reminder for the winner.

This glorious game we play is far too fun to let the possibility of death dissuade me from taking part. I refuse to resign as a player in this game, not when the raising stakes yield so much in return.

I guess we'll never know the depth of your brother's rage.

This will be our little secret, for whatever brother doesn't know, won't hurt him.