5

Loki pressed his body up against Tony's, his arm bracketing Tony back against the counter, his lips pressed against Tony's with a vengeance. He pulled away slowly, the light in his eyes glinting like a wild animal's. His eyes found Tony's searchingly, his gaze so intense Tony almost had to look away. Tony leaned back in, pressing his lips against Loki's, and he took no time responding, taking control immediately, rubbing his body against Tony's, hips grinding expertly.

His butt pressed back against the counter, the button pressing the phone back on again. Tony started a bit as it vibrated in his back pocket. Loki bit at Tony's lip, his kisses moving down from his mouth and making their way to his throat. Tony's hands slipped into Loki's hair, gripping tightly as Loki made work at his throat, his kisses graceless, teeth gnawing, lips soft.

Tony's phone rang.

Tony reached into his pocket, but Loki didn't stop. He looked at the screen. It was Steve. He pressed ignore, and two seconds later it began to ring again.

"Stark-" Loki whispered warningly, his breathing heavy.

"J-just give me a moment." He said, regretting it immediately when Loki stopped, straightening up and leaning back against the counter across from Tony, as though nothing had happened. "Steve?" He breathed into the phone.

"Tony?! What happened to you?!" Steve's outraged voice said from the phone. "Where'd you go? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Calm down. I saw Loki," he made eye contact with the god, who didn't say anything, only raising an eyebrow at him.

"Did you-"

"No, no. He got away. I've been chasing him for ages. He just disappeared around a corner. Bastard's more slippery than a dying fish." He winked at Loki.

"Where are you? Do you want us to pick you up?"

"Uh-too far away. I'll get a taxi, Steve, it's fine," He looked down at the floor again.

"Tony-"

"No, I swear, Steve. I'm good. I'll be fine." he sighed. "I'll be back soon." and he hated having to say it.

"Are you sure you don't want-"

"Bye, Steve."

Steve sighed over the phone. "Bye, Tony."

He hung up the phone. "Baby-sitters are missing me," he sighed.

"A shame, Stark," he said, moving closer again. "Another time, then," and Tony felt himself relax. He couldn't pass on a fuck this good.

"One for the road?" He smirked, standing face to face with him.

"I think I can oblige."

Loki leaned in and kissed him again, and Tony pressed into it, wanting to stay, and finish what they'd started. It was a slower, more deliberate kiss, and Loki's hand was on the back of Tony's head, pressing him into it, biting Tony's lips as he pulled away.

Tony stared at him as he pulled away, eyes taunting him with all the things he was leaving behind when he left the apartment.

"Are you going to be here if I come back?" He asked, not yet turning to leave.

"Perhaps, perhaps not," Loki replied honestly. "We shall see. Though I warn you, Stark, any attempt to share any information on this location would result in my immediate vacancy, and your immediate death," He said conversationally.

"Good to know," He stepped out of Loki's grasp, and, biting back the rising temptation his his body, he turned around, glancing back as he pulled the door closed. He took pause. "So, if I come back, say, tomorrow evening, could I, perhaps, expect to find a certain guy here?"

"We shall see, Stark. We shall see."

Tony smiled a bit, and turned, closing the door behind himself. So, Loki might've been up for a full round, but he wasn't going to trust Tony in the meantime. Which meant it could be awhile before he saw the God again, if he did, in fact, leave, which Tony was now sure he'd do.

He was halfway downstairs before he turned around, realizing what an idiot he was being. He ran back up the stairs, deciding that Steve could wait, and the Avengers could wait, and they were supposed to be on vacation, right? So fuck it, he was going to live it up.
"Loki!" He called, reaching the top floor. He tried for the handle, but the door was locked. "Hey, uh-Loki?"

"Yes?" The door opened, and Loki stood on the other side, his left eyebrow raised. "Did you require something else, or are you just wasting my time?"

Tony stared at him, his heart thudding under the arc reactor.

"Yeah, uh, can I come back inside?" He asked awkwardly.

"Whatever for?" Loki fought a smirk.

"Oh, god damnit, you bastard-" Tony replied, pushing his way into the apartment. "Do I have to say it?" He pushed the door closed behind himself. "For you,"

Loki was on him in a second, one hand on Tony's side, the other on the back of his neck, pushing his face into a kiss as he shoved him back against the door, grinding his body up against Tony's. Tony wasn't going to waste any time, either. He shamelessly grabbed Loki's ass, Loki's tongue in his mouth, his heart pounding.

Tony couldn't believe what was happening. Loki's hand slid from the back of his neck to the area under his chin where his fingers massaged deeply into Tony's neck, his lips straying Tony's as his other hand slipped under his shirt. His kisses were soft and gentle on his face, only to become aggressive and hungry on his neck, biting and sucking firmly on the skin. Tony's head fell back against the door, his hands slipping under the waistline of Loki's jeans, hands sliding to either side of his bare hips, fingers rubbing into the skin, nails dragging in his skin.

"Go on," Loki whispered abettingly. "you aren't going to hurt me."

His mouth was at the collar of Tony's shirt, and he pulled back, staring directly into Tony's-which is really saying something, when the idea of it is actually put into application. Loki, the God of Mischief, who had thrown him out a window, beat the shit out him, and left him with some of the hottest dreams he'd ever had-was now staring at him, face full of lust, and in the moment, Tony felt a lot of things.

He felt strong, and weak, and invincible, and fragile. He was with a God-and that God could kill him at any moment, and it sent fear and adrenaline, and excitement through him. His blood was rushing lower, and yet his brain seemed to be on overdrive with excitement. Then again, so was his dick.

Loki pulled off his scarf, tossing it on the floor, and Tony pushed himself off the door. They stumbled into the kitchen, lips reaching for each other as they pulled off Tony's shirt and kicked off their shoes. His heart skipped a beat when he remembered the reactor, and Loki's eyes flashed with curiosity as he spotted it.

"Such technology," he whispered.

"Focus, lover boy," Tony responded.

Loki shoved Tony back against the counter, leaning against the island across from him as he unbuttoned the green vest, his lips spread into a leering smile that showcased his teeth.

'God damnit. Just take your pants off.' He fought the urge to blurt out.

Loki was taking his time, undoing button by button, long, nimble fingers working dexterously. He shirked off the vest, and Tony grabbed his arm, yanking his body back against his own.

"You'd think you do this regularly," he said, grinding his hips against Loki's as he reached for the buttons of his black shirt. Tony was equally-if not more so- practiced in undoing buttons (especially other people's). Loki's shirt was off in no time, and then he had his hands back on Loki's hips, his mouth pressed up against Loki's before he trailed them lower, moving quickly, rough bites and soft kisses trailing on the pale expansion of skin, over his chest, biting at his nipple, trailing lower to his abdomen. He bit fiercely at Loki's abdomen, the soft flesh turning pink under the pressure of his teeth. The God looked down at him, hand having found placement in Tony's hair where it gripped fervently, his eyes hooded but alight with excitement as vulgar sounds swam to his ears.

He yanked Tony back up, and kissed him savagely, his other hand splayed over Tony's naval, sliding down and undoing the belt in smoothly rushed movements before he slid it from the loops before brushing his fingertips over the button of his jeans before sliding his hand under Tony's jeans.

Tony hummed happily against Loki's mouth, and Loki bit his bottom lip, dragging his teeth against it slowly, his tongue sliding across it in his mouth, and Tony's hands moved under the back of his companion's jeans, grabbing and squeezing at the flesh. He stared straight into his eyes the entire time.

Tony was determined not to look away.

Loki's hand was more skillful and pleasing than he'd dared imagine-if that were at all possible. He slid his hand out again, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper with one hand. Tony let out a slow breath of relief, and pulled out of the kisses again.

He licked his way back down Loki's torso, hands still groping at Loki's ass until he reached his jeans again. Tony bit at Loki's hip bones as he undid the god's pants. slowly pulling them down.

"Stark," Loki's voice was a dark, labored utterance that made more blood rush between his legs. "What are you doing?"

"Beating you to the punch," he said.

He wanted control over the god, in this-the most primal sense. And the god seemed to have wanted the same from him. He wanted it first.

Loki's head fell back and a deep, feral, growl of a sound escaped from his throat.

When Tony straightened back up, Loki looked completely transformed; the animal part of him having taken over the sane sections of his mind. His eyes burned like fire, and he bucked Tony back against the counter, knocking the bottle of red sand on it's side.

He expected little preparation, and was surprised when Loki paused, seemingly realizing for the first time where they were.

"Not here," he said, his voice still low and untamed. He grabbed Tony and pulled him off the counter, leading in a strut to his bedroom.

The bed was big, it's frame black and intimidating, the sheets silk green, the furniture all black. He shoved Tony back onto the bed before reaching into a drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube. He turned and looked at Tony, his smirk provocative, eyes darkened and lustful as he climbed on top of him. Tony watched his movements hungrily; his advances smooth and predatory, his body lithe and slim. He leaned down over him, lips swollen and pink as he leaned down and kissed Tony again, one elbow propping him up as the other reached down, fingers slick and eager.

Tony groaned, back arching, during the process. Loki watched him with wide, excited eyes, drinking in the sight the same way Tony had in the kitchen, his smile lecherous and breathing heavy. He was careful not to finish the man with only his fingers, pulling out and entering again, properly.

The two men moaned in unison, and Loki paused over him, panting heavily. He waited for a confirmation to continue.

"Oh, f-fuck, come on," Tony said.

He only needed to be told once.

The room filled was filled with sounds of heavy breathing and groans. Loki bent in and kissed Tony again, their kisses cut short between breathes, their hearts pounding heavily. Tony's hands clawed into Loki's back, his head tilting up.

"S...sw...switch..." Tony gasped, and Loki paused before understanding. He climbed off, laying on his back. Tony straddled himself over Loki, carefully impaling himself again.

Loki reached for Tony, matching their thrusts with his hand.

"Oh, fuck..." Tony muttered, riding him faster.

"Faster, Stark," he said, his thumbs rubbing over Tony's hip bones, fingers gripping hips tightly, urging his movements.

Tony came first, white splattering on the pale skin below him, though he continued deliberately.

(Loki only lasted a few moments longer).