"Let's say I actually believed you when you said you could leave," Tony started, glancing at the clock. It was nearly two in the morning. "Now are you hinting that you want to bunk over because I'm fun and awesome?"

Loki scoffed. He was perched atop the workbench, keeping himself busy while Tony pored over more calculations for his suit.

"Perhaps I'll leave when you go to bed, assuming that you ever do that anymore."

Tony nodded, realizing that sleep was a rare occasion for him.

"Fancy a drink?" Loki asked, beaming from ear to ear.

"Yeah, so you can drug me again? Not cool, dude."

Loki frowned, and a dramatic sigh escaped his lips. He tapped his fingers on the worktop, his heavy boots dangling over the edge. Tony stole a subtle glimpse toward the figure and bit back a smile.

"Alright, you've convinced me. But I'll be pouring," Tony agreed. He stood with purpose and exited the room, eager to take a break from his frustrations. Though he could hear nothing, he knew Loki was close behind.

"One for me, and one for you… you'll love it," the man declared, wearing a proud smile. He poured out two glasses of fine scotch and swirled it around, placing one in front of his guest.

"If you're trying to get me drunk, you'll be at it for days. Just a warning," Loki said with a grin. His eyes fluttered shut as he let the scent fill his nostrils. He had never tasted Midgardian drinks, though he knew them to be significantly less potent than the standard Asgardian brew. Still, it smelled comparable. They raised their glasses, locked eyes, and drank deeply. The liquid burned Loki's throat and warmed him to the core. As much as he hated to admit it, the man was usually correct in his assertions about him loving things. He tilted the glass and admired the amber liquid as the light glistened on its surface. He glanced over to find that its twin was already empty.

Tony shrugged, realizing the god's smirk. He promptly poured himself another.

Loki stood alone atop Stark Tower, a bottle of expensive looking scotch in his hand. Tony had retreated to his bedroom and fallen asleep after the fiery liquid began to take effect, so he tried to busy himself.

The cool summer breeze whipped through his hair gently, and he breathed deeply through his nose. His eyes wandered over the city lights, following cars in the distance. He took in the view as he brought the bottle to his mouth and drank deeply. He scowled at the robustly alcoholic taste, but appreciated the warmth it gave him. He could sense that his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he finally felt a relieving buzz. He raised the bottle in the air, toasting the sky.

"Jarvis?" Loki muttered as he returned to the living room. He scanned the ceiling in uncertainty.

"Yes, sir?"

The god smiled, surprised to receive a reply.

"How many women has our dear Tony Stark courted here?" he asked, dropping onto the couch.

"Unfortunately, I do not have that information on hand."

"Is that so?" Loki continued, raising a suspicious eyebrow. "Do you truly lack those records, or are they simply… confidential?"

"They are confidential, sir."

"Ah yes, of course they are," the god snickered. "And I assume that the number of men Stark has courted is also a confidential piece of information?"

"That would be none, sir."

Loki swirled the sweltering amber in his hands. It was quite obvious that the billionaire wooed an unimaginable amount of women in his quarters on a very regular basis. The fact that he had not courted a single man, however, left him rather astonished.

"Thank you, Jarvis," he replied, finally. He carefully placed the half-empty bottle atop the coffee table and stood, rubbing his eyes. He took a deep breath and started down the hall.

Loki admired the soft blue glow emitted by the Arc Reactor. He was always curious about how it worked.

The man was still fully clothed in his t-shirt and jeans, and wore a very content expression on his face. The corners of Loki's lips curled upward in satisfaction. He appreciated Tony's rugged features and precisely trimmed goatee. He watched silently as the man's chest rose and fell, and listened to the steady flow of air as it rushed into his lungs. The sound was rather soothing.

Slowly, steadily, he reached his hand forward, resting a finger on the energy source. It felt warm beneath his touch, and he licked his lips.

Suddenly, he was overcome with the irresistible urge to do something stupid. He should never have asked about the man's sex life. It felt oddly like a challenge.

He soundlessly removed most of his attire and invited himself into the bed. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached the point of no return. He placed a cold hand against the man's cheek.

Tony turned sleepily in the direction of the touch, eyes still closed tightly. Instinctively, the man felt around for a waist to grab hold of. Finding it, he gently squeezed the cool skin in his hand before placing his palm against the small of Loki's back, pulling them closer.

Loki's jaw dropped slightly, and he bit his tongue. The warm flesh against his own felt so incredible; it was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He suddenly recognized the bitter fact that he'd never truly been held. The god remained silent until he was convinced that the man had returned to his slumber, certain that all of Midgard could hear his heart beating. His mind raced at exorbitant speeds as he contemplated his next move.

He was Loki, God of Mischief. If the mortal was to deny him, he would never quite recover.

He dragged a finger across the man's neck. Tony shivered, pulling the slender body nearer still. Loki could no longer contain himself.

The god ran icy fingers through the man's hair and held his breath.

Tony's eyes fluttered open. He blinked, and two bright emerald eyes finally came into view, illuminated by the soft blue glow.

"What are you doing?" the man asked groggily. His speech was gruff and shockingly indifferent.

Loki did not speak. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to predict what Tony was thinking. He searched the dark eyes for some sort of clue.

Slowly, Tony began to acknowledge the location of his hands. He swallowed the lump in his throat, embarrassed. How drunk had he gotten?

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…" he started, beginning to release the god from his grasp.

Loki instead pulled the man closer. The intimacy both terrified and excited him, and he could not let the sensation pass so swiftly.

Tony obliged, thoroughly confused. He wondered if he could be dreaming. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He was drawn to the god's radiant gaze and, instinctually, ran a heavy hand across Loki's porcelain skin. It felt like cold silk against the palm of his hand, and only drew him closer.

"You wanted this," Loki whispered, his sultry voice dripping with pure, unbridled seduction. It was not a question, but a statement, and it was spoken with the confidence of a god.

Tony nodded slowly, timidly.

Loki clenched his jaw tightly. The man's confirmed desire was the ultimate foreplay, and he was abruptly overcome with a sense of magnificent purpose.

Tony gasped as their lips crashed together forcefully. Loki growled as he seized the man's brunette tresses in his hands and tugged at them playfully. His silver tongue parted through silky lips effortlessly, and he explored the inviting cavern. Gasping for air, they battled for dominance over the kiss, biting and sucking at each other's rosy flesh.

Loki wrapped his legs around the man, and in one fluid motion began straddling him. His dexterous fingertips inched across the side of Tony's face, tracing his jawline. They made their way down the man's neck until they drifted over the Arc Reactor, absorbing the electric warmth it emanated. He bit his lip and grinned as they were enveloped in darkness.

"You do not need this," Loki whispered as he ripped the man's shirt open, straight down the center. The room was suddenly aglow.

Tony hissed as icy hands caressed his torso, and he shivered at the touch. He promptly gripped both sides of Loki's waist in his palms and squeezed hungrily.

Mere milliseconds later, Loki seized the man's wrists and pinned them to the bed. He licked his lips as he leaned forward seductively. Tony's jaw hung open in delighted astonishment, his erection uncomfortably pressing against his jeans. He struggled against the touch, realizing the god's remarkable strength. Those brilliant eyes were exaggerated by the glow, and he exhaled sharply.

Loki strengthened his grip, relishing in his dominance. He chewed his lip while he eyed his prey, subconsciously grinding their hips together. He slowly leaned forward and nibbled at the man's neck. Receiving an approving moan, he ran a velvety tongue across the flushed skin. Tony trembled as cold breath washed over him. The sensation was delightfully energizing.

Loki lowered his body so it was flat against Tony's skin. The god's lips worked their way toward the man's chest, nipping lightly as they moved. He smiled as the man twisted beneath him.

"Would you like me to continue?" Loki asked as he reached the top of Tony's jeans. The man nodded instantly, eyelids heavy with need. The god smirked as he slipped a finger inside and tugged teasingly. "Sorry, what was that?" he whispered, nuzzling the man's crotch with his cheek.

"God yes..." Tony muttered impatiently, licking his lips. Without sparing a moment, the rest of his clothes were ripped from his body, and his throbbing member was enveloped in the most satisfying warmth. His head fell against the pillow and he arched his back, gripping the sheets tightly in his hands. He could barely comprehend what was happening. Never in his life had he truly considered sleeping with another man, but he suddenly wanted it – he required it so urgently.

Loki caressed the man's thigh in one hand, the other gently gripping his needy shaft. He ran his tongue across the silken skin, flicking it lightly against the sensitive underside before swirling around to the tip. The thrusts of his warming hand moved in unison with his ravenous lips as he worked it deeper into his mouth. He furrowed his brow as the hot member pressed into the back of his throat, determined to provide the categorical best experience the man had ever, or would ever, have.

Tony muttered various irrepressible obscenities as the god ravaged him. He shuddered uncontrollably at the dizzying combination of icy fingertips and fiery tongue, certain he couldn't last much longer. Suddenly, excruciatingly, Loki pulled away, leaving the man panting in frustration and desire, yearning for more. He got to his knees and lingered over the man's bare, masculine physique, observing him with satisfaction. A frustrated whimper escaped Tony's lips, causing a wicked smirk to develop upon the god's face.

"I will have you begging before I am through with you," Loki whispered softly. The words sent shivers down Tony's spine.

At that, the man reached forward and placed a firm hand against the god's crotch. He palmed the aching member through the leather pants, and Loki's legs nearly gave out. Tony bit his lip and smiled slightly, deciding that the ball was back in his court.

Loki's eyes fluttered shut and he hissed quietly, feeling hasty fingers as they tugged at his clothing and gently tended to his aching hard-on. He had not anticipated the inexperienced man to be so advancing. He felt a strong desire to seize back the reigns, but it felt so good to be touched after so long.

Tony swallowed hard, trying to suppress his insecurity. He gripped the god's generously built member and stroked it lightly with his thumb and forefinger. How difficult could it be? He chewed his lip, mimicking the motions of what he would want to have done to himself.

Loki's hips rocked into the touch as he placed graceful hands against the man's shoulders. He took shallow breaths as Tony's grip strengthened around his growing length, and he began to tangle his fingers through the man's messy russet locks.

Tony eyed the god lustily and wrapped a hand around the small of his back. Loki's eyes were still shut tightly, and he could see the muscles in his perfectly chiseled jaw contracting in pleasure, flatteringly lit by the Arc Reactor. He invited the slender body closer and propped himself up. He took a silent, deep breath, before timidly taking the god into his mouth.

Loki gasped at the sensation and promptly clung to the headboard to steady himself. He didn't mind that the man was clumsy; each tender stroke sent shivers down his spine. His free hand tugged at the man's hair and his jaw fell open, each flick of the tongue provoking a twitch in his wrist. He could feel Tony's hands gripping his ass firmly as he licked the sensitive head. Loki released an unintentional whimper, and Tony responded with a vibrating groan that left the god quivering once more.

It was nearly too much for the trickster. He forced his eyes open to appreciate the great and powerful Tony Stark, eagerly licking and sucking at his cock like his life depended on it. Again, an involuntary moan escaped his lips, encouraging the man to dig his nails into his ivory skin. He whined at the subtle sting and threw his head back, biting his lip in pleasure.

Loki pulled away slowly and leaned forward to kiss the man between heavy breaths. He staggered backward on weakened legs and stood beside the bed, a predatory look in his eye. He placed firm hands on Tony's waist and pulled him to the center of the bed, dropping his hips over the edge.

Tony became increasingly nervous, not entirely anticipating this portion of their night. He'd somehow known, however, that he would not be the one mounting a god. It seemed that Loki took notice to his apprehension, as his touch became gradually more tender and accommodating.

"I'll be gentle," Loki whispered. A smirk was barely visible in the soft glow.

Tony laid flat against the bed and let his head fall back, deciding to relax as best he could. He felt Loki's soft hands as they worked their way up his thighs. They were warmer than usual. They snaked across his legs and to the backs of his knees, which were suddenly propped against the god's strong shoulders. His erection was enveloped in slippery heat once more and he licked his lips. He felt a slick and gentle finger probe him, and he arched his back. He chewed the inside of his cheek, finding that the dueling sensations were oddly satisfying.

Loki slowly stretched him, teasing the man's prostate but not indulging him fully as he lazily dragged his tongue across the underside of his member. He grew anxious as Tony's moans filled his ears and lingered only a few moments longer before finally removing the three fingers he had managed to fit inside. He stood slowly, hands placed firmly against the back of Tony's legs.

Tony bit his lip and squeezed the sheets in his fist as Loki began to press into him. He let out a sharp hiss from the initial discomfort, but found that it was only dissipating. Loki grinned as he watched the man, eyes shut tightly and breathing heavily. The sight alone excited him to no end.

Gradually, Tony began to rock his hips against the god's thrusts, and he felt an electrifying sensation. He trembled, and Loki responded accordingly.

"Fuck," Tony muttered as the god pressed into him harder, faster. Loki clenched his jaw tightly as he placed a steady hand against the man's chest, outlining the Arc Reactor. Tony pushed back against him, panting, yearning for more. The feeling was intense and new, and the ravenous emerald eyes simply turned him on more.

Tony never quite understood why Loki enthralled him so, but he no longer cared. All that mattered were the strong arms holding him down. All that mattered were the unreasonably erotic sounds that escaped the god's lips and the unbelievably sexy expression on his ivory face. All that mattered was that he was being properly fucked by the God of Mischief, and he was enjoying the hell out of it.

The man inhaled sharply as Loki seized his neglected member. Tony wrapped his legs around the god's waist and arched his back. The mixture of sensations was overwhelming. Loki's icy hand pressed against his chest while slippery heat penetrated him. The trickster stroked him slowly, giving him the most glorious hard-on he'd ever experienced.

Tony reached forward and held the god's face in his hands. It was utterly flawless. The fiery hatred and corruption was absent from those eyes, and only uninhibited lust remained. The man shut his eyes tightly and chewed his lip as he drifted dangerously close to orgasm.

"Do you want it?" Loki whispered. Tony's eyes shot open to see flecks of vivid green between inky tresses that fell like curtains in front of the god's face.

"Yes," Tony growled, tangling his fingers through the jet-black mane.

"How badly do you want it?" Loki continued, lips curling into a smile.

"So badly," the man replied hurriedly. The god's palm suddenly felt like frost on his chest, and he released a small yelp.

"I am unconvinced," the trickster murmured, kneading the rosy flesh in his hand.

"Please, Loki…" Tony moaned as he traced the god's lips with his thumb.

"Sorry?" Loki asked, silver tongue darting out to graze the man's skin. His smile grew as Tony's eyes rolled back, and he took the man's thumb in his mouth. He sucked and nipped at it hungrily.

"Fuck, Loki… please!" Tony screamed, thoroughly overcome. The god pressed into him harder, rocking his hips in unison with strokes to the man's eager and aching cock. Loki suppressed a whimper as he strained to hold back his orgasm. Suddenly, each meticulous gesture came together to produce the most exhausting climax that Tony had ever experienced.

The sounds of pleading left the god trembling, and as he felt each muscle in the man's body contract, he came with a passionate moan.

Tony shut his eyes tightly and felt Loki's body fall limp beside him, thoroughly exhausted. Without hesitation, he turned on his side and pulled the god close to his chest.

Loki gasped at the unexpected motion. The embrace felt incredible, and he suddenly didn't mind that he'd lost his dominating position. The man's strong arms enveloped him and he sighed, nestling his face against the warm skin.