This chapter contains mature content.
Encased in a bubble of warmth and sweet darkness, Voisin found herself waking in the safety of warm covers and a soft bed. The pain from Laufeyson's torture was gone and she felt new again, stiff almost. Icy fingers were tracing down her bare thigh and she found she did not mind the touch at all—in a way it was soothing. Until she realized who could possibly be touching her.
Voisin sat up, clutching the warm blankets to her chest that was clothed in only her bra. Similarly, the only thing that hid the lower half of her body from view of the world besides the blankets were her underwear.
Voisin was in a luxurious bed in a large room and to her left was the man who had kidnapped her. He watched her lazily with a smile on his face. His armor was absent and he wore only a silken, dark green button-up shirt and black pants. Half of his form was hidden under the heavy sheets.
"I was wondering when you would wake," he said. "I have been waiting for you for some time now."
Voisin's jaw clenched as she recalled Barton. "What did you do to him? Why am I—?"
"Hush." The word was dragged out and eventually became a shhhing sound. Moving close to her, he said, "Agent Barton has been returned under the control of my Tesseract and will not be harmed again so long as he follows orders."
Suddenly, he moved quicker than Voisin could anticipate and had rolled on top of her, pinning her underneath his frame. He saw the fear in her eyes and planted gentle kisses along her neck, rubbing her arms gently as he tried to massage her fear-clenched muscles.
"I can make this pleasurable for you, darling," he whispered into her ear while tracing the side of her head gently. "Though you tried to escape me again, I can be merciful."
Voisin's heart had stopped long ago and her nerves were on end. "No," she said from between numb lips. "Do what you will with me, but leave me my mind." Allowing him to give her pleasure would be much worse than actually being violated.
"I thought you might say that," Laufeyson murmured into her neck. He then rested his fingers on her temple and she felt herself unclench against him as the will to fight left her body. "But you should really let yourself lose control sometimes, darling. I promise you, this will be much more enjoyable for the both of us."
Now, every feathery kiss he gave her as he made his way down her body sent chills through her spine. Everywhere he touched with his fantastically cold fingers gave her shivers. Everything he gave her, she wanted. And the unfortunate truth of the matter was that she wanted more.
"Please," she begged as her last thought that contained any particle of wit crossed through her mind. "Don't."
Laufeyson removed his hand from the side of her head and touched her lips with his gingerly. "You do not really mean that, my pet," he whispered against her mouth.
No, I don't… the irrational part of her mind whispered seductively to her.
She hesitated and then finally felt herself go completely slack. All fear left her body and she suddenly felt unabashed desire clawing against her senses and forcing its way into her thoughts.
His hand traced a line down her belly, calling forth heat within it. The heat fought against her and begged to be released. She whimpered pitifully. The sound encouraged Laufeyson and he kissed her harder, tenderly demanding entrance against her lips. She obliged and he tasted her mouth, moving to trace the line of her teeth and then departing to let their tongues meet.
Voisin's arms were no longer pressed to her side in her unwillingness to touch him, but were now roaming across his back and tangling themselves in his hair. Her body warmed against him and her need made itself apparent between her legs that were wrapped around his waist as he continued to torture her with his lips.
All coherent thoughts were lost as lust consumed her body.
Laufeyson left her mouth and trailed kisses down her stomach as he shifted his attention to the curve of her breasts hidden behind the cloth of her bra. He unhooked the fabric and slid it down her arms. He tossed it aside as he began to worship her chest with his physical affection. Pitiful mewls were leaving her mouth that she did not even realize she was making until he returned to her mouth and cut off her whining with a heady kiss.
Voisin let herself be dominated and her fingers began unbuttoning his silk shirt. The buttons were not coming undone fast enough and she felt clumsy and childish. Once she made it halfway down the obstacle course of stitchery, Laufeyson sat up over her and easily pulled off the shirt. He was lean and muscular with alabaster skin that she thought had probably never gone uncovered by his armor in daylight.
He crawled back over her heated form and she shamelessly ran her hands down his chest and arms. She looked up at him and for the first time looked—truly looked—into his eyes. Bluish green hues greeted her in welcome and she found herself lost in something almost tender. Almost.
The look in his eyes was carnal and full of anticipation. There was a kind of gentleness she could tell was restraining him, perhaps of hurting her. No, something whispered to her. Because this was the same man who had tortured her and Agent Barton. He had no regard for others.
That something that had whispered to her then roared, making its presence known. Realization dawned and she understood what was happening.
"Mind control," she blurted, one part of her mind entirely disconnected from the events taking place.
Laufeyson sat up again.
"I'm sorry?" he asked, suspicion rising in his tone and clouding his eyes.
Voisin crossed her arms over herself and sat up, scooting back from him. Forcing away muddled thoughts of fleshly desire, she said, "You're using mind control."
A glint of approval shone in his intense eyes. "I am."
They stared at each other, Voisin with her hands over her chest and Laufeyson with himself still positioned on top of her legs. Sweeping away lascivious and muddled thoughts that were pressing in on her being, she tried to focus on holding his gaze. She was becoming dizzy from the effort of trying to resist his compulsion.
"How are you doing that?" he asked her curiously, a slight smile indicating his amusement tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Doing what?"
"Defying my wills."
Voisin pulled her legs out from under him and brought them up to her chest. The wetness between her thighs was uncomfortable now as her body cooled off.
Laufeyson moved closer to her and wrapped her in his arms. His thoughts were swimming around the entrance of her mind, trying to find a way in. But the ones that had already made their way into her were becoming stronger again and taking hold of her thoughts. She let him wrap her up in an embrace.
With his lips against her forehead, he said, "It would be a shame for us to stop now, dear. I was expecting much more from you."
He tilted her chin up to his face and gave her another kiss and she melted against him again. She found that submitting to him was like floating on the top of a pool whereas resisting was drowning in a tumultuous ocean.
"This is much easier, I think," he murmured softly. Silently, she agreed as unknown desire began filling her mind to the brim.
Not wasting any time, he hooked his fingers under her panties and slipped them down her legs. Warmth spread throughout her body again and her legs tangled with his. He traced a line down her hip and then ran it gingerly down the inside of her thigh. Laufeyson removed his hands from her and quickly undid his belt buckle and the fly of his pants. Voisin aided him and helped pull them down along with his underwear. His stiff member was now free and she ran a finger along the shaft of it experimentally. Laufeyson inhaled sharply. He crawled back up the length of her body as she helped guide him into her wetness.
He slipped in easily and entered slowly. At joining, they released a breath together that mingled around them, encouraging their love making. Laufeyson kissed her mouth, though without as much power as before because his mind was concentrated on moving in and out and also toying with the line of her lips.
His breathing was becoming ragged as his tempo increased. "You feel incredible," he said into the hollow of her throat. One of her hands was holding onto the back of his neck while the other gripped bed sheets around her.
Voisin's muscles began clenching around his member, calling forth an animalistic need within him. A moan broke free of his lips and he drove into her harder. His lips closed around a spot on her neck and he bit down with force enough to leave a mark that would surely last for several days. With each new thrust, a whimper left her. Her eyes were closed, lost entirely in the feeling of him and the way he felt inside her. His skin was warming against hers and the temperature difference was no longer as great.
The pleasure was reaching a point of intensity that could no longer be contained and soon Voisin's mind was entirely blank. She was standing at the gates ecstasy. Cool fingers reached below and rubbed at her sensitive bundle of nerves just over where the penetration was continuing, though more sporadic and needy than before. That touch was all she needed and suddenly white heat flashed in front of her eyes as she convulsed around him in a blood-rushing climax.
In the next minute, Laufeyson twitched within her and abandoned himself to pleasure, allowing his molten juices to intermingle with her own while also releasing a harsh groan of male satisfaction. Voisin was still pulsing around him and he was pressed into her. Laufeyson tilted her chin up and captured her mouth in a quick yet deep exploitation of her mouth.
He pulled out of her and rolled onto his side next to Voisin, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Strangely, she found comfort in his embrace and settled herself into his arms. Together, their breathing slowed and became even as they drifted off to sleep next to one another.
Voisin was greeted by the same encasement of warmth and contentedness that she had been when she woke up before. But this time, his arms were around her. Voisin pulled sheets over her bare chest and wriggled out of his grip. Laufeyson stirred next to her and opened one eye. Lazily he opened the second and then rolled onto his stomach, his arms under a pillow and his head turned toward her. The sheets over him had fallen around the small of his back, covering him from the waist down but not hiding the outline of his perfectly sculpted backside.
"You are the most ridiculously innocent creature when bedded," he said, his smooth voice no longer made husky by passion.
She stared at him like a deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to do or how to react. She was not required to make any move because in the next moment, a knock sounded on the door of Laufeyson's large room.
"Enter," he said almost wearily.
The door opened and Agent Barton walked in, his eyes an unimaginable blue. Cuts ran up and down his face and were accompanied with underlying bruises every so often. Voisin hastened to ensure that she was entirely covered by the thin sheet, but Barton didn't as much as look at her.
"You're needed in the council chambers of the Chitauri," he said carefully. "They're getting restless."
Laufeyson nodded and sat up, leaning against the headboard of the bed. "I will be there momentarily."
Barton nodded and slipped out again, closing the door behind him.
"See how simple?" he asked her as he turned from her, taking his legs off the side of the bed. He found his pants and slipped them over his legs. Voisin turned away as he stood, pulling them up completely. The sound of a fly zipping up and a belt being buckled signaled for her to meet his gaze again. "Agent Barton gave himself to me. You allowed yourself to submit." He put on his shirt and began buttoning it up. "What more could there be for you?"
"So much more," Voisin muttered, looking away from him and toward the end of the bed. "Can't you understand? We think. We feel. If only you knew." Her voice rose with each point she made. Suddenly, she got an idea. She forced herself to look into his face again. "Let me convince you."
A shimmer of amusement flashed in his eyes. "And how would you do that?"
She swallowed. Voisin knew that he was just humoring her, but there was certainly no harm in trying. With a shaky breath she said, "Let me speak with you."
Laufeyson barked a laugh. "All right, then. Accompany me to the Chitauri and you can make your case."
"I am not, um, dressed," she said, blushing and looking away again. He looked around the room and strode over to something in the corner, picked it up, and threw it to her. Her underwear and bra. "Put those on," he said. "I will get you something to wear to over them." She took them in her hands and looked at him uncertainly.
"We have both seen the other unclothed," he said. "I do not understand why you should hide yourself from me now."
Voisin clenched her jaw at him before turning around and sitting cross-legged so he saw nothing but the curve of her breasts from behind her back, and her long legs. As she slid on her underwear, she could feel him watching her. Voisin put on her bra and hooked it behind her. When she was done, she turned around again.
"Come here, then," he said, motioning her to stand before him.
After a moment of hesitation, Voisin stood and did as he wanted as his eyes flashed to her breasts for a second. When she reached him, Laufeyson put a hand at the small of her back and brought her close to him, but so they were not touching. He waved his other hand and then brought his hand to her waist to move her away.
Voisin ignored his staring and looked down at herself as she felt a strange outward sensation begin to wrap around her body. Clothes were shimmering into existence on her figure. Her eyes widened as a green tank top settled on her torso and then as black cargo pants covered the bareness of her legs. When the transformation was complete, she looked back up at him and a silence passed between.
"That was kind of you," Voisin said as if she couldn't believe it.
"How so?" he asked, seeming confused as he began walking toward the door. She followed and when he walked through, he held the door open for her, taking her by surprise.
"You could have given me an indecent shirt or entirely inappropriate pants and yet you decided against it," she responded, going out into the hall.
"I'm not a complete monster," he returned. They started walking. "But whether or not I give you clothing that provides little coverage or hides your entire body from view is irrelevant…. Because no matter what you wear, I will know every curve of your body, every hollow in your neck, all of the smoothness of your skin. Need I elaborate?" She shivered as they went. "I thought not. Step away for a moment, darling."
She looked at him, but his expression left no room for arguing so she did. Laufeyson closed his eyes for a moment before the same shimmering that had covered her now enveloped him and clothing began appearing on his moving form as well. The attire that adorned him was not a simple shirt and pant, but his armor along with his scepter that appeared in his hand. The gold gleamed in the stark lighting of the hallway.
Voisin followed a safe distance away until the shimmering light was gone and his armor was completely on. Understandably, she felt more inferior to him now.
"So, Carline," he articulated without looking down at her, "begin your argument as to why I should have mercy on the human race."
She was hurrying to keep up with his long strides as they took a turn to the left. Voisin had not realized she would have to speak so soon and stumbled on her words. "I, um, because we—because we started from nothing."
He laughed and waved that one away almost immediately. "Nonsense. Everyone starts from something, be it material possessions, poverty, or pride. Next?" he said, unimpressed.
"All right," she muttered, thinking quickly. "Um—children. What about the children?"
"What about them? If you're trying to build a case centered on offspring, then you are making a very poor case indeed. Think," he urged. "If I were to strip you of your shiny toys and leave you with nothing, what would you have left? What sets you apart?"
They walked for the next few minutes in silence.
"Emotion," she suddenly said.
"You—"
"No, Laufeyson, listen to me," she said, cutting him off sharply. "We know sadness. We know anger—rage, even. We know what happiness is and what love can be. We aren't stupid. I know that we've made mistakes, and huge ones at that. But why are you fixed on taking away our potential when we could achieve so much more?"
"Of course I'm not taking away your potential," he said as if to quell a child that felt slighted. "I wish to help you rebuild so that you may start anew—so that you can ignore past mistakes and begin again."
"We're meant to remember past mistakes," she huffed. "Not ignore them. And we learn from them for the better."
Laufeyson nodded thoughtfully. "You put that nicely. I suppose you are correct in that sense." They turned down another hallway. "So do all humans have insight such as you?"
She shook her head. "That wasn't insight from me," she said. "Humans came up with that a long time ago. The actual saying is something like: 'To prevent history from repeating itself.'"
They reached a large double door and he held it open for her. She walked in and was greeted by an entirely black room that was empty. Laufeyson walked in after her and his scepter glowed in the room with blue light. "I would love to hear about your theories and what stirs emotions within you. But later. At dinner. As for now, I wish to show you my army."
He put a steadying hand on her shoulder and waved the glowing end of the golden staff in a wide circle before them. The blackness disappeared and shrieking pervaded the air. It suddenly overwhelmed Voisin's ears as the grotesque shouting echoed throughout the huge amphitheater they were now standing in. The uproar seemed to increase in volume and ferocity when she and Laufeyson appeared in the center of the chaos.
Desks were surrounding them on all sides, rising up and up and up. Creatures sat behind the desks yelling at each other—some were sitting on them and others were hopping from row to row menacingly. They were dark blue-gray things with a skeleton shaped like a human, but less evolved and more predatory. Their faces were nowhere near human with their bony, skeletal features, protruding teeth, and glowing yellow eyes.
Those eyes fell to her as a wave went through the crowd, realizing that there was a mortal in the room with them. Voisin unconsciously took a step behind Laufeyson.
"These," he said grandly, his confident smile not at all bothered by the demons in the chamber, "are the Chitauri."
Hellooooo? Is anyone out there? I feel like I'm writing this for myself. Feedback is good, people! It encourages me to write. I have this whole story outlined. So I guess even if you don't talk to me about this in a review, I'll finish up this story for my own sake and leave it unpublished.