Chapter Four

A few hours passed; soon Loki and Tony were on the road not speaking to each other for a long time. As soon as they got back into Stark Tower, Tony had a meeting so he got dressed and left. Loki just sat around for a while before he got dress in a simply black shirt and black skinny jeans, before hailing a cab to Soho to see Victor. Loki made his way up to Victor's Loft and knocked loudly on the door. He heard a crash come from the inside. "Coming." He heard Victor call. Loki was soon greeted with a paint covered Victor.

He sniffled as tears welled up in his eyes. "Victor, I'm sorry to come at a bad time but..."

"No, it's fine," Victor said using his paint covered fingers to push his paint stained hair back "I wasn't really doing anything."

"Are you sure? I can come back another time-"

"No really it's fine," Victor said opening the door wider "Come on in and watch your step."

Loki sniffled and walked inside unsteadily. "I'm sorry-" He mumbled as he stumbled on the stairs.

"Again it's fine," Victor said closing the door behind him and said "I suggest you take off your shoes, because it's seriously messy in my living room."

"How messy-" Loki tripped again, nearly falling on his face.

Victor grabbed his arm before he could hit the ground and said "Extremely."

Loki gave a weak smile before collapsing in his arms with a sob. "I'm sorry-"

"What happened with Tony?" Victor asked looking slightly worried.

"He . . . He . . ." Loki was eventually able to choke out the situation.

Victor just listened and said "I know exactly what you need, come on follow me." Loki sniffled and followed. Victor lead him carefully over empty paint cans and into a another room with canvasses all over, the one current in front of them was blank and Victor said "You are going to help me paint."

"I . . . I am?"

"Yes," Victor said "Trust me it will make you feel better." Victor then walked over to a tray with paint filled balloons and said "All you have to do is throw them on the canvas and watch the paint splatter everywhere."

"That seems . . . trivial . . ." Loki frowned.

"But it works," Victor said with a sly smile "Watch me." Victor set the tray down before picking up a sling shot that was on the ground, put a balloon on in it before he drew his arm back and shot a balloon full of red paint on to the canvas. "See not that hard," Victor said.

Loki tilted his head before picking up a green one and doing the same. "Wow. This is . . ."

"Funny, relaxing, ridiculous…?" Victor asked.

"Perfect." Loki beamed at the other. Victor smiled while the other continued shooting off pain balloons. "Victor~" He sang mischievously.

"Yeah," Victor asked.

"How much do your clothes mean to you right now?"

"Not a whole lot," Victor said looking down at his paint splattered clothes "Why?"

Loki gave a smirk. "No reason~" He sang before shooting a silver balloon at Victor, allowing it to hit the center of his chest and burst. "Oops." He grinned. "How clumsy of me."

Victor surprised by the sudden attack grinned. "It's on now." He launched a green balloon filled with paint towards Loki, hitting his left side. Loki gave a squeal before shooting a blue one, hitting him in the face. Victor wipe his face quickly before shooting Loki with a balloon filled with red paint in his face, and laughed when Loki squealed.

"Red is so not my colour." Loki whined. "Meanie."

"Blue isn't really my forte," Victor said shrugging before said "Want to make purple?" Loki flushed, which was invisible due to the paint all over his face, before nodding and stepping closer to Victor. Victor wrapped an arm around Loki's waist before kissing him deeply.

Loki gave a soft sigh of content before melting into Victor's grasp, feeling himself become more aroused by each second. "Victor . . ." He whimpered softly.

Victor pulled away and said "You want to do it right here or…?"

"Here." Loki moaned. "I don't think I can move from this spot." He brought their mouths crashing back together, rubbing his arousal on Victor's leg just to show how much he needed this. Victor pinned Loki up against a sturdy canvas before moving towards Loki's neck. Loki gasped. "Victor . . . w-wait . . . Tony . . . He saw them . . . The hickies . . ." He bit his lip as he tried not to hump against the other in the meantime.

Victor looked at Loki panting slightly and said "Right, sorry; I'll be more careful this time."

Loki gave a groan before letting himself go, allowing his body to thrust against the other, dry humping desperately. "Victor, I'm so hard . . ." He moaned. "God, please, I need you so much . . ."

Victor quickly stripped off his shirt with one hand while he held up Loki against the wall. "Just how much do you need me?" He smirked.

Loki groaned softly. "Victor, please . . ." He moaned. The pair soon sank to the floor with Loki on top of Victor, both had shed their clothes at this point, and Loki was hovering over the top of Victor's erection. "God, you're so big . . ." Loki breathed before swallowing Victor completely with his mouth. Victor groaned at the feeling of Loki's mouth on him before he fisted his raven hair roughly. Loki gave a soft hum, sending vibrations along it and sucked on it for a few more minutes before he pulled off.

Victor then grabbed Loki's shoulders and flipped them over before whispering in his ear "You ready?"

"God, yes." Loki moaned softly. "Do it, Victor. I need you inside me!" Victor then pushed agonizing slowly into Loki, staying there before Loki wrapped his legs around Victor waist."Move, damn it!" Victor was then pounding in Loki, the gasps and moans filling the air as sweat beaded down their backs. "Victor!" Loki groaned. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Are you close?" Victor panted not stopping his motions.

"Yes!" Loki moaned. "God, fill me up! Split me apart!"

"As you wish," Victor said pounding in Loki faster and harder than before hitting his prostate

Loki gave a scream of pure animal lust as stars burst in his eyes. "Victor!"

"Come on, Loki," Victor panted "Cum for me."

Loki moaned as his prostate was pounded into before finally releasing with a cry. "Anthony!"

Victor came soon after, the pair laid there both sweaty and panting before Victor said "Loki, you said Tony's name instead of mine."

Loki was near tears once more. "Fuck my life." He whimpered as he covered his face. "I'm sorry. I'm such a fuck up. I can't even have you."

"Whoa whoa hey," Victor said pulling Loki into a hug "Don't cry, maybe it's a good thing you said Tony's name instead of mine."

"How?!" Loki nearly howled. "Either way, I'm not worth either of you!"

Victor raised and eyebrow and asked "Who told you that?

"Me." Loki sniffled. "Isn't it obvious that it's true?"

"Sometimes it's only someone's perception of what's true," Victor said "And sometimes that perception of yourself is wrong."

"But -"

"No buts," Victor said "You are not worthless, you are an amazingly intelligent person who deserve whatever form of happiness that comes your way."

Loki sniffled. "How can you be so nice to me? Why don't you hate me? I would hate me! I do hate me!" He sobbed, pushing weakly at Victor's chest. "You're doing this to tease me, aren't you? You don't really care -"

"I love you," Victor said quietly.

Loki froze immediately at the sound of those three words. "W-what?" He managed to finally choke out.

"I love you," Victor said again "Since the moment I first saw I knew I was in love with you; I love it when you smile, I love hearing you laugh . . . I just love you."

That seemed to break Loki more. "Victor, you can't . . . I- I'm married . . . I'm supposed to be faithful. I'm . . . I'm a monster." He sobbed. "I'm sorry . . . I . . . I . . . I just can't. Not to you too." He quickly grabbed his clothes, slipping on his boxers, pants, and shirt before running out the door.

"Loki!" Victor called after him before getting up and saying "Shit!" He quickly scrambled to get into his clothes; Before running out the door, he saw that Loki had dropped his phone. Doom then got an idea, praying that Loki kept his phone unlocked, but he didn't. Doom had to think fast and before he knew it, he was typing in 8669. He sighed in relief, knowing Loki would have his passcode spell Tony. He then quickly scrolled through the contacts and found the one he was looking for before he dialed it, hoping the person would pick up.

It rang three times, causing Victor's heart to pound in anticipation before someone picked up. "Lokes, babe, where are you? Are you okay? I love you. I'm sorry I'm an ass, okay? It's all my fault -" Tony burst out before Victor could speak.

"Mr. Stark," Victor said pulling his American Accent "My name is James Lester. I'm with the NYPD, and I'm calling to to ask for your help with your husband. I believe he's about to kill himself."

"What?! Where is he?!"

"I believe he's going to some place symbolic to your relationship," Victor said "That 911 dispatcher said it was somewhere near…"

"Oh shit. Is he at Central Park? That's where I proposed."

"Yes," Victor said "I believe he's hoping to…"

"Oh fuck, I'm on my way." Tony hung up.