As if there had been a missing track on a CD or something, Clint seemed to "restart" to his command. It was a motion that if not observed would have gone unnoticed. His face looked empty for a split second, but was quick to reply to the order. He stepped into the room on steady steps and stopped just in front of a smirking Loki. He began undoing the straps and buckles on his west and then let the tight pice of clothing slip of his muscular shoulders. Loki had sat down on the modest but large bed standing against the far off wall, looking patiently while Clint continued to removing the buckle on his pants. The black trousers, together with the black boxer briefs, slid down his lean legs revealing even more tanned skin and an impressive girth.

Loki let his eyes graze over the now completely naked man in front if him.

Handsome indeed.

He motioned Clint to move towards him with his hand and then motioned towards the floor.

"Kneel for me."

While he had spoken this line many times, the meaning was very different.

Clint complied and gently got down on his knees between Loki's still dressed legs. Loki undid his straining pants and released his now aching member. Clint looked at it, his features revealing none of his thoughts. Loki spread his thighs and motioned him closer.

"Pleasure me." His face grazed with the widest grin ever seen.

A second of silence, and then Clint's deep voice sounded in the night.

"Yes master."

Just the sound of his voice speaking those words was like an aphrodisiac, almost sending Loki into a spin.

Clint ran his hands up Loki's pants and pulled on them to reveal more of his girth. His breath was hot upon the deeply flushed skin, and his eyes were fixed, concentrated on his manhood. Clint's tongue darted out from behind soft lips and carefully lapped at the slit, gently and controlled. Loki continued to smirk as he watched the assassin please me, how befitting. Soon everyone would be at his feet, submissive and dominated by him.

He had no real emotion towards Clint or anyone, but the feeling of dominating, watching them obey. It was ecstasy.

Clint opened his mouth and put the head of Loki's girth in his smoldering, wet mouth, all while letting his tongue dance over the aching skin. Loki locked his fingers in Clint's short blonde hair and let a low growl escape. Every motion Clint made was thought out and planned, he was putting everything he had into his orders. He swallowed the entire of Loki's length and bobbed his head up and down, while sucking and running his tongue all over the hard shaft. Loki's breaths became heavy and his fingers pulled almost painfully hard at Clint's hair. Loki fell back onto the bed, leaning on one of his arms while the other one still had it's fingers locked in Clint's hair. Clint was only more erratic in his job when he could hear Loki getting close.

"Stop." Loki said with an orgasm biting at the end of his sentence. Clint unsheathed Loki's girth from his mouth, a trail of saliva trickling down the side of his open mouth, and looked at his master with big eyes. Loki took hold of his manhood and drew a few quick strokes until he finally came. Seed decorating Clint's face and lips. Clint opened his mouth and let his tongue fall out to catch as much if his master as he could reach. Loki caught his breath and looked down at the man before him. Half lidded eyes, a string of drool down his chin, while his flushed, red skin was covered with white semen, and to his big surprise, even Clint had managed to get an erection. Just looking at it made him excited again.

"I see I wasn't the only one enjoying this." he said while looking down at Clint.

Clint didn't answer, he only continued to look at his masters now again hard manhood with confusion on his face.

"Did I not please you master?"

Loki chuckled and wiped some of his cum from Clint's face with his index finger before pushing it against Clint's lips. Clint obediently let the finger pass his lips into his hot mouth, all while letting his tongue wrap itself around it.

Loki backed away and laid down on his back on the bed.

"Come here Barton."

He patted his thigh and motioned him closer. Clint stood up and crawled across the bed and perched himself on top of Loki's hips. Loki gave him an encouraging nod, and Clint lowered himself onto Loki's hard girth.

Clint furrowed his brow and bit his lower lip as the hard manhood of Loki was buried in by inch inside his burning insides. Loki marveled at the tightness. While being inside Clint's wet and warm mouth was amazing, it couldn't be rivaled by this. Loki grabbed on to Clint's amazing buttocks and began moving at a slow, almost torturous pace. Clint arched his back, trying to lessen the strain, Loki picked up his pace, making longer, harder, faster thrusts. Faster, faster. Clint could only bounce helplessly up and down on the amazing hardness. The sharp pain had been replaced with an exquisite, addictive ache. Clint could only beg for more.

"More master. Please. More." his breaths were ragged and hoarse, his muscles aching and moving with everything they could.

Loki smirked and squeezed one of Clint's buttocks with one hand, and with the other he grabbed Clint's own leaking member. Clint's cry of pleasure ripped through Loki.

"M-master!" Clint's face was one of sheer pleasure, head thrown back in ecstasy, sweat drenched gleaming chest heaving. Just looking at the quivering man, flushed red at shaking with pleasure, fucking himself onto his dick was almost enough to put Loki over the edge. He quickly rubbed Clint while thrusting hard, so very hard. Clint felt his stomach clench and came hard into Loki's hand, splattering all over their stomachs and chests. While Clint had turned to a moaning, quivering mess, Loki grabbed roughly onto his backside and slammed in a few more deep thrusts, coming deep inside the man with the lust written face.

Loki remakes buried inside the panting man on top of him for a few moments, watching how Clint's gleaming chest heaved up an down, his face covered in sweat and flushed a deep red. His deep blue, controlled eyes were hidden behind long dark eyelashes and his lips were still full and puffy from his earlier order. As Loki finally unsheathed himself, cum slowly seeped out of Clint making him flinch.

Suddenly Clint broke the silence.

"Are you pleased master?"

Loki smirked and answered.

"Well done Barton. Excellent work. You may leave now."

Clint nodded respectfully and collected his scattered clothing with a slight limp to which Loki couldn't help but chuckle at.

"I will inform you as soon as the operation is ready to begin." Clint said before closing the door and disappearing down the hall.

Clint awoke on the airship with an splitting headache and with absolutely no idea of his whereabouts. The last thing he could remember was running into Natasha when he and his men attacked the airship. Wait…what? He had attacked the S.H.I.E.L.D airship? Why? And most importantly, why had he attacked Natasha? He tried sitting up, but discovered that he'd been restrained by leather bands constricting his movements. His vision was foggy, but he managed to locate a window were clouds were moving at an relaxing pace. He was jerked out of his melancholy by the door opening, and Natasha stepping into the room.

Clint's mouth went dry, his head was spinning and he couldn't muster a single word. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Natasha holding her hand up to keep him silent. She sat down on a chair next to the bed and didn't say anything or look into his eyes. She simply sat there, gently taking hold of his restrained hand, and stroking it in slow circles. Every time he opened his mouth to apologize, she would hush him.