A/N: Hey so, npeg and I were leaping around like mad bunnies at the amount of hits this ficlet got, and seeing as we're bored (and I was a little drunk) we decided HEY WHY THE HELL NOT, LET'S TURN THIS INTO A CHAPTERED FIC. Because In the words of that awesome Loki gif I DO WHAT I WANT. And btw you guys should all search for npeg on here and read her amazing Steve-feels one shot. Anyway more smut, so enjoy :}
Tony Stark gasped into Loki's mouth and the demigod took it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, loosening his grip on the mortal's wrists and pulling at Tony's lower lip with his teeth. Tony slid his hands along Loki's forearms and Loki smirked against his mouth, until Tony brought his fist up, snapping Loki's head back with a sharp, loud crack and send him reeling back into another workbench, scattering tools.
"What… the fuck… was that?" Tony spat, launching himself off the bench to spin on his heel and face the demigod. His breath came in short pants from the shock of it. Tony wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked like he wanted to spit on the floor. Loki's hand flitted to his jaw line, fingers dancing over the sensitive skin. A look of, wait, was that, could that have been, pain?, and rejection flickered across his face, but it was replaced instantly by a schooled glazed look, a placid mask. But his lips were pressed tightly together and there was thinly veiled rage glittering in his eyes. It was a look that most likely pre-meditated murder.
"I would find it surprising that you are foolish enough to try and engage me in hand-to-hand combat without your little suit on, but now I seem to recall that you are an imbecile, and this behaviour is only to be expected from an idiot such as you", Loki hissed, his teeth bared and suddenly his posture shifted into something more predatory, like that of a serpent ready to strike.
"Are you sure you're not just being mean because I won't put out?" came Tony's retort, his fists coming up in a boxing stance, the workbench safely between them once more. The rational part of his brain was telling him to notify the others and get the hell out of there, because yeah, damn it, he was vulnerable without his suit and Loki knew that. It would only take a graze of his fingers tracing the alarm signal pattern onto the touch screen to his right…
Then again, the other part of Tony's brain was, at this point, shouting at him to defend his honour, because, and it had taken him a moment to process this, but he had just been bent over a table like a girl and Tony thought hey, whoa, back up a second let's just think about this… did Loki seriously just kiss me? God of Lies Loki? Thor's batshit brother Loki? This guy has been around for what must be aeons working on mortal time, and then of course there's all that metal… and leather… not to mention his "glowstick of destiny", as if that plus everything else about his outfit wasn't some kind of giant, obvious nod to a bondage kink or something… And wait, what is this heart fluttering bullshit, what am I fucking gay now?
As all of this chatter raced through his mind, Tony kept his eyes trained on the demigod in front of him. A chill ran down his spine as Loki's mouth split into a terrifying, manic grin. Suddenly, something jerked him upwards from behind and sent him soaring over the workbench and crashing inelegantly into a pile of suit components ten feet away, right through where Loki should've been standing. He dislodged himself frantically, throwing bits of suit away, eyes darting round the room, only to find the God of Mischief standing smirking where he himself had stood a moment before. Stupid goddamn bullshit teleporting, duplicating, magical bastard,Tony grumbled to himself, clambering up off of the ground, head swimming and a little disorientated.
Before he could even properly regain his balance there was a flash of green and Loki was inches away, wrapping a hand around Tony's throat, again. Tony tried to choke down some air, and gulped at the lack of oxygen, but he still managed to connect his fist with Loki's face, once, then twice, before he was dropped unceremoniously to the floor in a heap. A kick landed in his stomach. He spluttered, and the taste of blood filled his mouth from where he'd bitten the inside of his cheek. It occurred to him at this point that it probably would have been a wise idea to activate that alarm to signal a security breach, and, actually, how in the hell had he not foreseen the need for some kind of sudden-magical-apparition-detecting intruder alarm?
Ah fuck, he thought, rolling onto his back, despite the pain that wracked his abdomen, is this actually happening? I'm going to get the shit kicked out of me because I didn't kiss someone back? Seriously? I should file a complaint with someone somewhere ...Or have Pepper do it... His musings were cut short when a certain demigod straddled his legs. Loki took his wrists, again, and pinned them harshly to the floor, applying so much pressure Tony almost cried out, and he swore he could actually hear his bones creak.
This was the most inappropriate time to become aroused, and yes, Tony knew that, and yet he still felt something coil in his stomach like hot wire, and he felt himself stirring as Loki pressed almost indecently against him.
"Uh, okay, I... could you just, would you mind, not… doing…" and a grunt escaped him as Loki shifted sadistically on top of him.
"This is why…" Loki began, causing the tiniest amounts of friction to occur between their anatomies, pressure and heat emphasising his point, "…I know that you're lying." He smiled almost cockily, leaning down to press their bodies further together, until his forearms lay on top of Tony's own. He moved his face so his lips brushed the mortal's ear. "You're not even very adept at hiding it, Stark. In fact your attempts are abysmal." Tony felt a tongue run along the shell of his ear and his whole body be damned he succumbed to a shiver. He tried to escape the hold Loki had on him, he wriggled and contorted his body, ignoring the pain from their scuffle moments before, but every time he fidgeted it resulted in blissful contact between a certain part of his anatomy and Loki's ass and it almost made him forget why he was struggling in the first place.
"You manipulative little shit, we are not fucking doing this," Tony hissed, his eyes sharp as they bore into Loki's own as the latter moved his head back. "Let me go, Reindeer Games."
Loki lifted Stark's wrists up a little, pulling the mortal's body with him, and then slammed him all the more forcefully down against the ground. Bits of metal digging into his back, Tony's head connected sharply with the concrete flooring and he saw stars dance across his vision, a hiss of pain escaping his lips.
"No," Loki growled, his body a solid block of heat plastered against Tony's, "I don't think I will". The billionaire felt his breathing rapidly deteriorate into short, shallow gasps and a flush crept up his neck that went all the way down to his toes. As his body betrayed him Tony tried to calmly remind himself to find a specialist to work on his goddamned domination fetish… If he ever got out of here alive, that is.
Then Loki's mouth was crushed against his, and for just a moment Tony forgot how to breathe in the haze of teeth grazing his lips, and a warm, wet tongue darting inside his mouth, exploring. The heat in the pit of his stomach contracted violently and expanded out, radiating through every cell of his body, and he couldn't for the life of him understand what was going on inside him at that moment. Tony Stark, self-professed genius, found himself utterly and completely at a loss how to explain what exactly was occurring at the point where their two bodies met, but all he knew was that, God, he wanted more of it. Logical thought had absolutely no place where that heat was taking him. The taste of blood mingling with saliva in their mouths was making his head spin. He rolled his hips upward, suddenly demanding, and growled into Loki's mouth.
The demigod responded immediately, pressing down against him, and taking his chin between thumb and forefinger smiled down at him, one eyebrow raised in sheer amusement.
"How diverting…" Loki mused, voice husky, a throaty laugh bursting unexpectedly from his lips.
And then, with the worst possible timing in antiquity, Steve Rogers strolled blissfully ignorant into the lab.
"Hey Tony, you got a second? I need you to patch up my…", he asked, and that was all he managed, before the sight of the leather-and-metal-clad demigod more or less devouring Tony Stark's face brought him to a screeching halt.
The wet smash of his coffee mug meeting the floor ricocheted around the lab, and with a high-pitched strangled sound, Steve choked out "Good God, TONY?"
A/N: Nice bit of Steve freaking out there :D Please leave a review if you enjoyed this, (And check out npeg's profile!) it means so much to us!
