My apologies for the wait for this update! It's getting juicier, I promise. I'm still working on chapter length without there being too much filler. This is actually my first time writing slash so bare (ehehe no pun intended) with me here.
Notes: In the last chapter I edited where Thor removes Loki's scarf. Instead, he doesn't.
Warnings: Bondage-type stuff. And yes, I like to use quotes from the movies for fitting situations.
With a blink of his emerald eye, the finely tailored Midguardian-wear vaporized, leaving the lean and hungry god almost fully exposed, with the exception of the scarf that still dangled loosely around his satin skin.
The rain instantly began to patter on along the glass of the tower, and a low growl hummed from Thor's masculine gut. With a throw of his beastly arms, the whip he held spun, lassoing the slender god and bringing him forth into those bulbous arms, holding him close by the throat.
Once again, the God of Mischief bore that devilish grin as he schemed of his escape form Thor's grip. The whip that bound Loki morphed into a slithering serpent, causing Thor to release him and Steve to shriek at the sight of it, leaping onto the couch beside Tony, who chuckled at his fondue partner's reaction.
"I don't like snakes," he admitted sheepishly. Tony nodded, affirmatively.
"I gathered that."
Released from Thor's grip, Loki summoned his trusty staff and practically pole-vaulted into the next room. The games were still ongoing. However, Thor, wasn't up to playing cat & mouse.
As soon as Loki landed firmly in the foyer of the room the activities were to take place, he turned, awaiting the force of his brother plowing him to the ground, stripping him of his cockiness. Thor ambled after Loki and lunged again, only to fall flat on his face as Loki's form disappeared, then reappeared on the massive bed, stretched out, grinning shamelessly.
"Every time, it gets you every time."
"Loki, I am no longer in a gaming mood."
"Oh I know," Loki sighed, sliding off the bed and moving towards Thor. "I'm growing quite bored as well." A faint hissing could be heard as the green-striped serpent slithered its way into the room, climbing the bed with its belly and morphing back into Loki's whip. Loki smiled. "You're so predictable, brother. Stand there, in the corner." He pointed to a corner of the room, where conveniently placed above was a metal rod that jet from one wall to the other, installed initially for chin-ups and the like.
"Loki-" Another crack of the whip interrupted the bemused specimen.
"In the corner, brother. Do as I command." Thor obliged hesitantly, the hunger within him growing and boiling his temper. Loki appeared before him, smirking, meticulously analyzing the thunder god's form as if it were for the first time. He never tired of seeing him fully exposed. "Raise your arms above your head." Thor obliged again, without question, and raised his finger tips to the bar. With a flick of his wrist, leather straps hugged the bar and laced themselves around Thor's wrists, tightening as he drew his arm back.
"Look at you, the mighty Thor, with all your strength," Loki taunted, dragging the blunt side of his staff down the middle of Thor's torso, stopping directly above his flaccid member. He gave a slight push into his abdomen, just to push his buttons. "What good does it do you now?" Thor struggled to break free from his bindings, but to no avail. Loki marveled at his failed attempts. "It is my turn for strength," he growled through gritted teeth, then followed up with a bash at his side. Hearing Thor groan made him smile a twisted, sadistic smile.
"Oh Thor, how I have missed you," he cooed, taking his brother's member in his icy hand, rubbing his thumb gently, soothingly across the head. Thor allowed his head to fall to the side, torn between letting his brother do what he did best or breaking free and tackling him to the bed. The latter, however, would prove to be rather difficult. "Have you not missed me?" Thor did not answer coherently, only in small grunts and heavy sighs as Loki worked his magic ever-so-slightly.
Once Loki was certain Thor was enjoying himself, he decided to bring him back to his foreplay. With another bash in the side, Thor let out another groan as his face grew hot with rage. A loud clap of thunder boomed again and the rain continued to patter against the glass.
"Loki, this is madness, please just-" Loki smirked, wagging his finger in front of Thor's face, then gripped him by his chin, firmly.
"Is it madness? Is it?" Thor glared into Loki's cold stare, unable to decipher the actual extent of the situation. After a moment, he released Thor's chin with a shove and turned his back to him, walking towards the bed. He took hold of the whip once more and eyed the tassels in his hand. "If this be madness, then I am mad-" he growled, spinning on his heel and slashing Thor's chest, causing him to cry out in pain. "Silence, brother. No whining. Not yet."
"Uh, should we follow or something?" Clint asked, breaking the awkward silence that fell over the remaining Avengers.
"Bruce was right, that guy's mind is a bag of a cats," Tony muttered, shrugging. "Anybody want another drink before we take off, here? Looks like we're in for something wild."
"I'm still not sure how I feel how about Loki taking the lead," Steve admitted sheepishly, folding his arms over his beefy chest.
"Of course not babe, you're the captain, you'll never be okay with someone else in charge. But you can surely take charge over me." Steve sent Tony a look that said "thanks dear" but was too abashed to say so himself.
"I have to agree with Steve, though. I mean just a few months ago we had that whole 'Loki's got the tesseract and wants to make Earth his bitch' thing and now we're-"
"Shhh." Tony put his finger to his lips and motioned for Clint to finish his drink. Clint rolled his eyes and down the rest of his beverage in a swift gulp, then wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I just mean shouldn't we be a little more wary of what's going on here?" A rather surprising clap of thunder sounded and Tony gave Clint a look of a reassurance.
"Look, the only thing that's going on here are sexual eruptions. Besides, Jarvis will identify the slightest inclining of a threat and I'll call for the Mark 7. Feel safer?" As if on cue, a frightening crack of lightening sparked the sky as the three heard Thor's beastly moans. Clint shuddered, pouring another drink.
"Not really."
