A/N: So i finally decided to update. I am sorry for taking so long, my main focus lies on I'm Tom, the god of mischief and Breaking Boundaries. So I apologize. *bows* I at least hope that you like the chapter.


Chapter 4: Out in the open

Tony looked in shock to the door and Pepper now standing in its frame. His heart beat in his ears, and these few seconds of silence felt like an eternity. Neither of them said a word. He was secretly glad that the god had been merciful enough to mojo his clothes back on. Still he was crouching on the floor, sweating and panting, his whole body shivering with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He thought he could still feel Loki inside him and it made him cringe. The look the female shot him was an unbelieving one and Tony swallowed at the intense gaze. Did she saw him? Saw them? If that was the case and Pepper saw him with Loki... Tony averted his gaze to the ground, avoiding eye contact. He felt the panic rising in his chest. What if she had seen them. If yes, how much had she seen. Had he locked the door behind him? The questions made his head spin, he didn't know what to do, what to say. It was when he started to shiver violently that Pepper came nearer.

"Tony, what...?" The female eyed him up with a pitiful expression on her face. "What happened? Are you okay?"

The moment Pepper knelt down and wanted to touch him, he looked at her, eyes wide in panic and shoved her away with force. The woman lost her footings and fell on her back.

"Don't touch me!" Tony shouted, making Pepper wince and stare at him in shock.

She looked at him as if he was insane. And he probably was. This was his girlfriend he had yelled at. And now she sat there looking at him like this. Tony hung his head and placed his hands over his ears, trying to shut out the world around him. His hands were trembling, clinging to his hair. He shut his eyes, mumbling some incoherent things to himself until he felt a hand touch his shoulder. Hands tilted his chin up, so he had to look into Peppers worried face.

"It's okay, Tony." She said soothingly, trying to calm him down. "I just want to help you..." Her voice was shaking.

Tony knew that she wanted to help. But it was not what he needed. She was not the one he needed. Loki had told him that he hadn't put a spell on him, but if that was the case, why was he feeling like this? Why did he get frantic and exhausted as soon as the god would leave. It didn't make any sense to him. It had to be a spell. There was no other possibility that he could be so enthralled with the god. This was his enemy after all. And he should not need him like this. All of this shouldn't have been happening. A spell was the only logical explanation. At least that was what he told himself. Somehow he couldn't really tell if Loki was telling the truth or lying to him. Both possibilities were bad and he didn't know which one was worse. Probably him doing this of his own free will. Which was of course not the case. Tony gasped when Pepper came nearer again and wanted to hug him.

"Pepper... I-I can't."

The wrecked man brought out, but the female didn't listen, so he slapped her hand away and growled. It was the only thing he could do in this situation. And he regretted it the moment he had done it. She wanted to be there for him, and he should be grateful for it. But he wasn't. There was only one thing he wanted. He wanted the god to return and take him with him. Make the side effects of the spell disappear. The feeling of throwing up and burning down had to stop. Suddenly his pride didn't matter. The Avengers and Pepper didn't matter anymore. Tony didn't care for anyone's opinion at this point. He could just tell her what he did with Loki and be done with it. No hide and seek anymore. No lies and avoidance. She deserved to know. But even though he knew that he should probably tell her now, before it was too late, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He was too selfish. Didn't want to lose her, despite the fact that he hurt her more and more.

Tony closed his eyes and got to his feet, barely able to stand straight. He swallowed the lump in his throat when he heard quiet sobs from beneath him. Pepper was crying now and it broke his heart to see her like this. Hadn't he sworn that everything between them would work out? And now he stood there, his lover on the ground, crying her eyes out because of him. He hated himself in that moment. He didn't care as much as he should have. Everything he could think of was that damn bastard and how everything was exciting and good when he was with him. Unfortunately for Tony there was no way he could ever be together with him. Hell, he didn't even know if Loki cared for him. Probably not. Only wanted his fuck toy. Still his whole world started to revolve around the god. It didn't matter if Loki just wanted his body. As long as he would return. A soft voice brought him back to the present, but he didn't dare to turn around to look at Pepper.

"What is wrong with you...? I don't recognize you anymore."

Tony clenched his jaw. Of course she didn't. The attack on New York. The existence of other worlds and gods. Himself almost dying in space. All of this had changed him. And now Loki was... Tony huffed at his thought. He was healing him. Making him whole. A hand ran through his hair and he walked towards the door. Never could he have imagined that he would think of Loki in such a way. When he opened the door, he heard a whine behind him, but ignored it and stepped out into the hallway, leaving Pepper on the ground. The only thing he wanted to do now was finding a way to contact Loki, or distract himself from him. Which was most likely not going to work, as he had tried it multiple times before. He felt like crap just because Loki wasn't near him, so he was going to take his chance with the alcohol. A hangover couldn't make his condition any worse.

Minutes later Pepper was still sitting on the ground, silently sobbing. She couldn't believe what she had witnessed. Why Tony behaved like this was beyond her. The man had changed from loving her to not care at all. As much as she wanted to help him, she couldn't bear his outbursts and panic attacks any longer. A tear ran down her face when she took her phone out of her pocket.

"I...I have to... I'm sorry Tony." The female said and dialed.

"Hello? Yes, I..." She stuttered. "I need you to get Tony...He starts losing his mind. The panic attacks occur more often than before and he doesn't even talks to me anymore and I..." She got interrupted by the person on the other side of the line and a second later she started crying uncontrollably again. "Thank you so much. I just didn't know what I should do..."

The other person hung up the phone and Pepper slumped down even more.

"Tony..."

For hours Tony had wandered around, trying to clear his head. He had been in three bars so far, where he had drank until the bartender had chased him out. A grown up man couldn't even get drunk in this state anymore. It was around two am when Tony entered some shady joint. At least no one would recognize him here. They still gave him the looks, because of the suit he supposed, but he couldn't care less. He was here to get fucked up, not to make friends. It was when he had his third, or fourth drink, Tony didn't really remember the exact number, that someone barged into him. He didn't know if it was on purpose or unintentionally, but for some reason, it was enough to enrage him. Tony turned around with a growl, startling the guy behind him, making him jump back a few steps.

"What?!" The billionaire snarled and got up from his bar stool, getting right into the other's face.

Before the other man could even say or do something in his defense, Tony shoved him, made him fall on his back and was on him a second later, punching his face in. He couldn't stop. It felt good whenever his fist connected with the other's skin. Liberating. Relieving him from the stress and the anger he felt. The man was bleeding after a few punches. Eyebrow and lip torn. Nobody was stopping him, most of the people didn't even look up from their drink. Fortunate for him. The next time he punched him, Tony heard a crack, the sign that he had hit his nose and broke it. Maybe even his cheekbone was broken, he didn't care enough to check.

Normally Tony was not the one who enjoyed causing others pain, but now was different. It could have been any other person in this damn world, it wouldn't matter. All this bottled-up hatred and anger for the god and himself were released and this poor bastard had to suck it up. When he wanted to throw another punch, his wrist was grabbed, painfully so, hindering him from hitting the man on the floor once more. With an almost feral growl he turned his head to look at the person that intervened. And the moment he lay eyes on the man, his anger vanished and was replaced by fear. Green eyes glared at him from above, making him swallow hard. His arm grew limp because of the strength with which the god held him. Tony could feel himself gasp, his body shivering already. A quick glance to the side told him that still no one seemed to care that the god of mischief was standing right next to them.

Tony bared his teeth when he was yanked up to his feet.

"Fuck you!" He gnarled, only to get dragged along to the back door violently. "What the fuck are you think you're doing, you fucking...!"

Before he could complete his sentence, he was pushed hard against the brick wall. His head hurt from the impact and when he opened his eyes again, the god glanced down at him, a disgusted expression on his features. Tony's heart instantly skipped a beat at the intensity. He didn't dare to even open his mouth anymore. Why had he thought that insulting him would be a good idea in the first place. For more than a few minutes the god continued to stare at him and with each passing second, Tony grew more and more uncomfortable. It wasn't the grip, even though it hurt like hell, but more the look of disgrace. Tony inhaled sharply when a hand clasped his neck, tightening so much he was barely able to breath. And then he knew why the god was so aggravated. Not because he had talked back, but because of his whole demeanor. Struggling was out of question, so the man resulted in clawing at the other's arm, mewling desperately. His eyes were shot when Loki frowned and pressed the body harder against the cold stone.

"What do you think you are doing, mortal?" The voice sounded, cold and distant.

Tony didn't gave an answer to the question. It was obviously enough that the god didn't want an answer. And he didn't want to make him any more angry than he already was. So he stayed quiet until the god gave him one last shove and released him.

"I don't have time to look after such a imbecile, juvenile child." Still no reaction. "Go home." Loki hissed, almost commanded, but Tony's hands never left the god's arms.

"Don't go, please..."

When had his anger turned into such a desire for him. Just now he had insulted him for getting him off of that man, and now he was pleading like a whore again. He had clearly lost all self-esteem at this point. The only thing he could think about was standing in front of him. The one that made him do all the wrong things, throw away everything he had. Still he wanted him. And he knew that the god was wanting him too. He had claimed he was his property. Why should anyone say that if he wouldn't want to have him, right? At least that was what he hoped for.

"I have things to take care of you..."

Loki narrowed his eyes when the man in front of him fell to his knees and began to unfasten the leather belt of his armor. Not another word left the god when Tony grasped the soft member with his hand, leaning in to lick over it teasingly. The god only groaned in annoyance, but didn't do anything to hinder him from doing so.

"Are you so desperate to worship me, boy?" A smug smirk crept onto his lips. "Aren't you pathetic."

Tony gulped at the insult, but didn't stop sucking on the tender skin.

"Yearning for the recognition and estimation of someone who is not interested in your pitiful lifestyle. Who doesn't care for who you are in your world, as long as you are his wanton slut whenever he calls for you."

Loki's cock hardened under Tony's ministrations and when the engineer swallowed him to the hilt, the god's hand reached down to stroke over the short, brown hair. Tony's eyes were closed now. The seductive voice sounded in his head, made him straining against his pants again. He was moaning around the cock, too distracted with his task than really focusing on which words left the god's mouth. Only the sound of him talking could bring him over the edge. Suddenly the hand on his head gripped the hair and yanked him off, making him look up into amused green eyes.

"You need someone who guides you. Beautiful little human."

Tony moaned and tried to re-encircle the dick with his lips, but couldn't reach it.

"Yes." Loki grinned. "You need a firm hand, because secretly, you don't want to be a leader. It's in your nature to follow. And you bloom to the most magnificent creature, once you found your submissive side." He chuckled darkly while patting the man's head. "So miserable, poor boy."

Tony just couldn't help himself. He got so aroused by the god's talking. Him being dominated. Not having to think about anything. About consequences or responsibilities. The god was right. With Loki he didn't need to fight for control. He was completely at his mercy and he had never felt better or more alive than now. It was relieving.

"You should see yourself, Man of Iron." Loki huffed. "Hero of mankind on his knees in some dark alley. You probably wouldn't have imagine doing that. But here you are. My cock in your mouth."

Tony gasped when the cock was shoved back into his mouth. Even if he had wanted to break free, he wouldn't have had a chance. A firm hand was dictating his moves now. The god was basically fucking his mouth and Tony only moaned in delight when he heard the little sounds that left Loki's throat.

"Never had I thought such a creature could be so mesmerizing."

Tony looked up in surprise at this. The hand on the back of his head wandered to his cheek, caressing the skin there.

"Don't make such a face. You know you are precious, Anthony. Superior. Better than all the other apes on this realm. Imagine what we could do together. You and me, Anthony."

Tony moaned shamelessly now, looking up at his god, cock slipping out of his mouth when he wanted to say something. But he earned a hard slap to his face when he had stopped for too long. Tony whined and was pushed back onto the cock. His head hurt, but the pain was soothed a second later.

"Who had allowed you to stop?" Was the sharp reply.

The god laughed heartily when Tony began sucking him again. Skillful tongue running over the shaft, swirling around the tip, before he deep-throated him. Loki closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Tony's heart leaped in his chest at the enjoyment on the other's face. After more than ten minutes of him sucking him off, his jaw went numb, but he couldn't care less. The only thing he was fixated on was the soft moans that came from the god. Only the next question was able to make him open his eyes and gaze up.

"Aren't you afraid of being seen, Anthony?"

The billionaire let go of the straining member, only to lick over it one last time, before he answered, his voice hoarse and shivering.

"I don't care."

Apparently the god was pleased with the answer, because just seconds later Tony was pulled up and pressed, face first, against the wall.

"Oh, Anthony..." He breathed against the man's ear, sending goosebumps over his skin. "What is it you want? Tell me or I will leave you here, needy and wanton, like the little slut you are."

The tight grip and the threat only made it better for Tony. He pressed his body against the god's and moaned when he felt the hard erection on his backside.

"Answer me." Loki growled and Tony shivered in anticipation.

"Take me. Now..." He said without second thought. A soft "Please..." was added before the god chuckled behind him.

"Here?" Despite the question, Loki's hand reached around and opened Tony's pants, yanking it down. "Where someone could turn around the corner any moment?"

The amusement in the god's voice was lingered with something Tony recognized as lust and he yelped when his hands were pinned over his head and his legs spread by a knee.

"Just so you know. If you really want me now, I won't spare you. No preparation."

Tony swallowed hard when he heard that. Surely the god wanted for him to choose. Either way he was going to be miserable. But getting left behind in this state was clearly worse than getting fucked with no lube.

"Hurry." Tony hissed and earned a punch to the rips in reply.

"You don't get to give commands." Loki snorted at the cry of pain that echoed through the alley.

But instead of struggling, Tony pressed himself even more against him, the slick member sliding against his bare ass now. Loki grinned when he noticed the obvious reaction, so he slapped his ass again and this time Tony moaned. The mixture of pain and pleasure making him all the more harder.

"I see..." The god sneered.

"Just do it..." Tony pleaded and ground his teeth when he felt the thick member entering him. It was too much for him to say anything. Even though it hurt like hell when Loki buried himself to the hilt, Tony had never felt so full and good. He instantly rocked back on the cock, moaning despite the pain.

"I... I need you so..."

He was interrupted by the god's hand on his mouth.

"Shhh..." He said soothingly. "I know... No words. Let me hear your beautiful voice while you moan."

Tony was only hold up by the god, who thrust into him relentlessly now, drawing sweet whimpers from the mortal. He was sweating, meeting Loki's rhythm now. Lips moved over his neck to his ear, the god whispering words in a foreign language into his ear, making it hard for Tony to restrain himself. He was pleading now, writhering and mewling while he was fucked against the wall. Loki's thrust got harder and faster by the minute, with Tony being barely able to cope with the sensation. The moment he hear the god growling right next to his ear, he came with a loud cry, clearly overwhelmed with his own orgasm. He was panting hard against the cold concrete. Never had he come so fast and he didn't know how to take the fact that Loki pulled out before he had finished. Without the god holding him up, Tony collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted. He turned his head to look at the god, fear clear in his eyes when he looked up at him. The god was about to button up his pants, much to the engineer's dislike. He didn't want to let him leave without being satisfied. If he wasn't sated, he might wouldn't come back for him. His hand instinctively reached out for him and Loki turned his gaze back at him, patting his head affectionately.

"When I had first wandered this realm, I saw how beautiful you creatures are. You can be so strong, intelligent and brave. You especially. You're one of a kind. Not like the other pathetic representatives of your species. But with me, your even more beautiful side comes to light. Submissive and obedient." The god chuckled and bowed down to kiss Tony's forehead lightly.

"I will leave you to yourself now, mortal. Do not worry, I will come back and torture you until you scream my name. Just not now, I have matters to attempt. Behave."

Tony gulped, but nodded at this. It was a threat. And he would comply. At least now he was certain that his... the god would return. Before he could bring out one word, Loki was already gone. Only when he looked around he noticed how dirty and disgusting his surroundings were and when he looked up to his left, his heart missed a beat. Someone was standing there, looking at him. Tony's mouth stood open and he tried to pull himself up, but was too slow. The moment he got to his feet, the silhouette had vanished.

"Fuck..." He cursed silently and ran a hand over his face.