Pairing: Clones/Loki
Rating: M
Word Count: Don't know and don't care
Summary: Loki has sex with his body doubles. And that's about it.
Warnings: A little angst because Loki has feels. Oh yeah, and horribly written pr0ns.
Don't own Loki. If I did, I'd totally have him do this like ALL THE TIME OKAY.
Haha, You're Fucked Part 3
"No. No, you can't leave. You can't go!" Loki shouted as he pushed himself up. "I won't let…you."
When Loki was able to take in his surroundings, he saw that there were only three completely solid clones in the room. Like the second one, the first clone had vanished after it was done fucking him. That's giving the term "one-night stand" a whole new meaning. Loki averted his gaze so he wouldn't have to watch the figure completely disappear from sight, and even then he didn't look up. Now he was considering changing his mind about letting this continue. If the other three didn't have sex with him, then they wouldn't disappear. But he had promised to do this for them, and they may not want to remain locked up in his bedroom for who knows how long.
With slight hesitancy, Loki lifted his head and turned his gaze to the remaining clones, all sitting on their heels in a line as if they hadn't moved. Had they been watching while they waited for their turns? What was going through their minds as they watched one of their…fellow clones…thrust into his willing body? Did his wantonness instigate any sort of reactions from them at all? Loki held out his hand and the third clone crawled over like a prowling feline, and instead of taking it, the clone leaned down and nuzzled against the open palm. If he had to go out on a limb, Loki would say this was the clone that was between his legs the entire night.
"Where would you like me?" Loki asked while combing his fingers through the clone's hair. Loki noticed that the clone's gaze had moved downward, and when he followed it he saw that it was looking between his legs where semen was beginning to leak out of his cunt and stain the sheets. "Oh. How embarrassing," he muttered as he pressed his thighs together. The clone laid down on its back and gestured by crooking a finger for Loki to straddle it. Just as he was about to sit down on its abdomen, the clone grabbed Loki's hips and lifted him so he was kneeling above its face.
Loki pressed the heels of his hands against his eyelids as a way to keep himself grounded when the clone swiped its tongue along his center. It wasn't long before his legs began to tremble beneath him, but the clone's grip was firm and was not letting him go anywhere. Just when he thought he might spill all over the clone's face, he was guided back to sit on its stomach. Loki held himself up by leaning on his hands, which were pressed against the clone's slowly heaving chest. How it was able to remain so composed, Loki couldn't fathom.
For a moment, Loki wondered if that was all the clone planned to do to him, because it was simply staring up at him. Then he felt something pressing against his lower back and his eyes widened slightly, then he was able to infer what the clone wanted him to do. The pain in his ass wasn't as bad now, so when the clone lifted him again and lined him up with the tip of its cock, he wasn't quite as worried. He could still feel the semen from the first clone inside him, and he ruefully thought it could be used to ease the way.
He still felt a soreness as he was slowly penetrated, and he curled his fingers on the clone's chest, leaving pink marks from his short nails. By the time the clone's cock was completely sheathed inside his hole, he was gasping while trying to adjust to this new angle. The clone began kneading at Loki's spread thighs as if trying to help him relax, and it worked. The hands then slid up to his hips and slowly lifted him, groans escaping his lips as inch by inch was pulled out. Loki pressed down harder on the clone's chest in order to support himself, but when his arms collapsed under his weight, he was impaled by the cock inside him. Something that the clone touched within his body made Loki see stars and he moaned loudly.
"Yes. Again," Loki hissed, rocking his hips impatiently when the clone made no move to do as he asked.
This may have been the clone's plan because that same spot was hit and Loki scratched at the flesh underneath his hands. He felt a hand pressing him on the back, encouraging him to continue. Loki looked down at where they were joined before raising himself up on his knees and back down, flushing at the sight of the clone's member disappearing inside his hole. After awhile, Loki was lifted again, but this time when he was being lowered, the clone thrust its hips up roughly to meet him half-way. Loki threw his head back and stared up at the ceiling slack-jawed as the clone kept pounding into him, hitting his prostate with every stroke. The clone made sure it had a secure hold on his hips and that it was buried as deep as possible before it came inside him.
Loki fell forward onto the clone's chest and cringed when he felt it pull out. His eyelids shut when he felt a set of fingers thread in his hair. Once he had enough strength, Loki pushed himself up so he could move up the clone's body and kiss it on the mouth. When the familiar hand pressed against his heart, Loki thumped his forehead on the clone's chest and heaved a sigh. It was a strange sensation to be on top of a solid body one moment and then all of a sudden be lying on the mattress the next.
It had taken awhile, but Loki was able to figure out what the gesture meant. When the clones were first summoned, the first thing he did was place his hand over their hearts to test if they were completely solid. And this was the last form of physical contact they would share with him before they departed. Loki didn't even react when the mattress dipped, nor when he was pulled back-to-chest against another warm body. Two. Only two more left. And then he would be alone again.
When the clone behind him started to mouth at the dip between his neck and shoulders, Loki reached into its hair as an attempt to keep it in place for just a little longer. He hissed when the clone tweaked his nipples before continuing down to brush circles on his stomach with feather light touches. Loki arched his back at the feeling of his leg being hooked over the clone's hip and the warmth of the fireplace enveloping him. Loki cried out when the clone reached down and began to slowly trace a fingertip around his labia, and he could feel his face heat from embarrassment because of how much just that simple touch made his cunt throb.
Loki fisted his hands in the sheets and rocked his hips when fingers entered him, pumping in and out slowly, but languidly, in order to touch every inch of him. Loki had a feeling that this was the clone who always had his arms bound because of the iron grip it had on his leg. He was beginning to think it was a little weird that he could tell them apart. The sensation of fluids dripping between his thighs made shudders wrack his body. Whether it was the second clone's seed or his own essence, Loki was unsure, but it made him feel dirty and used.
With a slick wet noise, the clone entered him in one smooth thrust. Loki clawed at the sheets when the clone began to move, and he bucked slightly when his cock rubbed against the mattress. It was then he realized that he still had yet to orgasm and he wondered if maybe the clones had something to do with it. Perhaps they were somehow preventing him from coming, but could they even do that? The clones were products of his own magic, but did that mean they too had magic?
Loki started rutting into the sheets when the clone kept hitting a spot inside him, and as much as he desperately wanted to spill all over himself like a horny teenager, he simply couldn't do it. Not yet. The clone released its hold on Loki's leg in order to grip his hips and pull him closer to its body. After a few more deep thrusts, the clone filled him with its cum, and Loki clenched his throbbing cunt around the doppelganger's member in order to make sure it was completely spent inside him before withdrawing.
Loki knew there wouldn't be much time before this clone left him too, so he rotated his body as much as he could and gripped the clone's hair before pulling it down for a kiss. It was the sort of kiss that people exchanged when they were seeing each other for the last time, and it was indeed appropriate for the situation. Loki increased his hold on the clone's hair when its palm settled over his heart, knowing it would not prevent the clone from leaving but it was worth a shot. When the last strand of hair was gone from his fingertips, Loki opened his eyes and merely stared blankly at the ceiling. From far away he looked like a marble statue reaching towards something above him, or perhaps shielding his eyes from the sun.
After awhile, he stiffly moved so he was sitting up again and was at eye-level with the final clone. Loki had a feeling he knew which one this was; the fifth clone that started all of this. Heaving a sigh, he held out his hand and the clone crawled over before grasping his wrist. Instead of kissing his knuckles like he thought it would, the clone trailed kisses up his arm and along the back of his shoulder before settling at his neck. Loki tilted his head to give it more access to his skin there, and as a reward the clone nuzzled in his hair and bit lightly at his earlobe.
Loki wasn't quite sure how or when it happened, but he suddenly found himself on his back with the clone hooking its hands under his knees and pushing them up to get a better glimpse of Loki's most intimate areas. If he felt exposed when he was on his knees, Loki felt even more embarrassed now, and he was blushing like a virgin despite the fact that he was definitely not one.
"Oh gods…" Loki moaned throatily when the clone shoved its tongue deep into his folds, swirling and pumping as it explored.
Loki's normally cool body had become much too hot, and it had nothing to do with the fireplace. He was a writhing, gasping mess and desperately wanted to come, more than anything.
"Please, I need to-! Let..me-! Need to, please…"
Loki's watery eyes widened when a hand covered his blabbering mouth and he looked up to see the clone with a finger over its lips. It didn't wait for any sort of reply from him before it leaned down and kissed his parted lips, easily gaining access to his mouth. Loki's eyes slid closed and he wrapped his arms around the clone's shoulders, arching up towards the body above him. His brow furrowed when the clone entered him, but it was more because he wasn't expecting it. He had just been taken there by another only moments ago, so he was still plenty wet and open for more.
When Loki could no longer breathe, he pulled his head back and slammed it down against the mattress. The clone took this as an opportunity to latch its mouth onto his throat and mark him in places where he still had yet to be claimed. Loki wrapped his ankles around the clone's waist to bring them closer, meeting it thrust for thrust so its cock was as deep inside him as it could go.
After the clone had spilled its seed, Loki didn't release it. When it tried to pull out of him, he strengthened his grip. For awhile, neither of them moved, and judging by how eerily still the clone was it was as if it had no idea what to do.
"Please don't go," Loki muttered into its shoulder. "Just stay, for a little longer."
Loki waited another moment before untangling his legs and allowing the clone to separate from him, but he still kept his arms around its shoulders. The clone moved so they were laying on their sides facing each other and petted his hair soothingly, which Loki recognized from before. So it was this clone who had done that earlier. Their lips came together one last time, and Loki wanted to breathe in the air from the clone's lungs and cherish it forever. Because he never got the chance before, Loki placed his hand on the clone's heart and made small bites along its jawbone.
Loki's breath hitched when he felt a hand curl around his wrist and pull it away from where he had previously set it. When the clone brought the hand up to its lips and placed a kiss on the knuckles, a choked sob escaped Loki's throat and he hid his face in the sheets. A few seconds passed and both of his arms fell limp on the mattress, now that there was nothing to hold them up. Loki cupped a hand over his eyes as he allowed the wall to crumble, not caring about the fact that he had no one to hide his tears from.
Oh my God what did I just write? Fo real. -punishes self- Seriously, this is worse than the other story. I am never doing this to myself again okay, unless you guys really want me to. Nah, still not gonna happen.
I think Loki's feels are the cause of Global Warming. Just sayin'.
