A/N – okay so I just want to say a quick apology for my stupidity in the last chapter – they weren't picked up by the helicarrier; that thing is friggin huge! It was supposed to be the quinjet – you can lynch me now :[

I am moving their relationship along, but still trying to keep them relatively in character, I hope you like it :D

I am completely blown away by the reaction to this fic, thank you all so so much :D you're all awesome!


Domination

Chapter Seven

Sapphire and Sparks

Tony watched with rapt amusement as the females in the room stared at the screen with a mixture of shock and arousal - bar Natasha, who simply raised her eyebrow in mild amusement - and the men, had their mouths hanging open in disbelief. Had these people never seen a dude getting head before? Tony chuckled lightly as he allowed his gaze to drift across the room, locking onto the vein pulsating dangerously in the Directors temple; Tony's shenanigans had never actually killed anyone before, but this would be a pretty awesome time to give the arrogant ass hat a heart attack.

Fury's face finally cracked as he pushed himself up from his seat, his hands firmly planted on the steel table before him. His voice was shrill as he all but screamed into Tony's face, "who the fuck is that? What is this, Stark?"

If his hands had been free Tony would have made a show of wiping his face in disgust; Fury had a serious problem with spitting when he was angry. With a slight smirk, he turned his attention back to the monitors just in time to see his face slacken as a groan escaped from his parted lips. He had to admit; he looked pretty fucking sexy – if he did say so himself. "Well, as you can plainly see; that's me in all my glory," Tony stopped to smirk smugly at Fury before casting his eyes across the room and landing on a wide eyes Tasha, "pretty impressive huh, Romanoff?"

The Agent finally looked away from the monitor to look down at the Playboy as she answered with a straight face, "I've seen bigger, Mr. Stark." Her own smug smile adorned her deceptively angelic face.

Tony narrowed his eyes. "Don't tell me that Legolas is hiding a super-sized arrow in those leather pants." He made a disgruntled noise as he looked back to the screen, watching again as his face distorted with another wave of pleasure. "Still, it's not the size that counts; it's what you do with it – or in this case, what others do with it."

"Well, you know Barton; he never misses," Tasha spoke with a sweet smile, fluttering her eyelashes in feigned innocence.

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Tony was about to respond when the Director growled in frustration. "Enough – tell me who the fuck that is, right now."

Giving Tasha a sad smile Tony looked back at the monitor now focused on the long black hair as it flowed down over pale flesh. The similarities between them were unmistakable – but only a person who knew Loki intimately would see them. The shine of the midnight black hair, the glow of alabaster flesh, the faces too were similar; the angle of the jaw, the poisonous green eyes – hell, even the straight, raven black eyebrows were similar. But this person, scraping their nails down Tony's chest as they kissed, sucked and bit at his flesh – was definitely female, if the rounded ass and voluptuous breasts weren't a giveaway.

How the fuck the trickster had pulled this off he didn't know. The Genius remembered that wink at the camera as Loki had left - the gleam in his eyes as he walked towards the elevator. Had JARVIS helped him? Or was it the entire God's doing – Tony didn't suppose it mattered, but the curious scientist in him definitely needed answers.

He was mesmerized as he watched the woman finally drop to her knees and take his length into her mouth. It didn't seem to turn him on quite as much as the real memories – but Tony knew that it was still Loki on his knees - essentially.

"I did tell you about the strip club didn't I, Director?" Tony turned his attention back to the rage that was Director Nick Fury. The leather clad man merely nodded his head robotically, his one eye narrowing as a smirk formed across the currently incarcerated man's face. "Well this is Sapphire – as you can see; she can't get enough of me; she got a little attached after my first visit. Now I get freebies." Tony internally cheered as the Directors jaw clenched dangerously. "Now, if you're done perving on my private life, I'd like to go home – thanks for your hospitality, Fury. And sorry for the embarrassment, I guess Pepper's not as reliable as you thought."

Fury turned his head, body tensed as he spoke to nobody in particular, "get him out of my sight."

A sigh of relief left his throat as Natasha took a step towards him, key in hand as she unfastened the handcuffs and pulled him to his feet. With a shit eating grin plastered across his face, Tony began to move towards the exit, his hands subconsciously massaging the angry red marks at his wrists. "I don't know what you're up to, Stark, but eventually I will find out – and if what Pepper said is true then I can't wait to lock your smart ass in a cell."

Rolling his eyes at Tasha's worried expression, Tony turned to wink at Fury. "You couldn't afford my ass, Director."

"Keep up the cocky attitude, Tony; you're just making me more suspicious. I wonder what secrets my men can get outta you." Fury's eye was practically shining with promise. There was obviously something going on here that Tony was missing. Shrugging his shoulders absently, Tony turned back to the door; he'd find out soon enough knowing Nick's short temper.

The ride home was awkward to say the least; Natasha had taken him back in the Quinjet. Neither of them spoke, she seemed angered by something while he sat and tried to dissect the Director's words. What did that power mad dick want from him? Was it simply a case of getting his hands on Loki – a being from another world; a powerful sorcerer; a God? Or did Fury actually want Tony for something – his work; the Arc? He didn't know, but he was going to make sure that JARVIS upped their security, and perhaps a little snooping was in order.

A short goodbye was passed between the two Avengers before Tasha left, promising – or rather threatening – that she would see him soon.

The sun was just beginning to set as he strolled back into the tower. Tony went straight for his computer, "JARVIS, talk to me, Baby? I wanna know everything that happened? Let's start with how Loki tricked you into believing he was a stripper?"

"It's nice to have you back, Sir. Mr. Laufeyson didn't 'trick' me into believing anything; he is able to convey a different image to most security cameras and recording devices – which helps him to remain hidden from S.H.I.E.L.D. Loki was aware that the mirage would not work on my technology," he thought back to the night that JARVIS had informed them that he had deleted the footage of Loki in order to keep Tony safe, "when I examined the Arc Reactor, I was able to collect his magical signature, which is also connected to the mirage - which I can now also detect."

Tony held his hand up, stopping the AI's explanation as he collected the information correctly and came to his own logical conclusion. "Okay, so you're telling me that when Loki realized I would be taken into custody, you and he made some sort of super-secret plan to protect me, by allowing his magic to alter your footage?" Tony paused for a moment before adding in disbelief, "and you got all of that from a wink?" his head was spinning slightly as his heart swelled; he fucking loved his Babies.

"Yes Sir," JARVIS replied promptly – if he had been a real person, Tony was sure that he would salute every time he said that phrase.

"So did S.H.I.E.L.D actually penetrate your systems – or did you just open the back door for em?"

"I allowed them in, Sir – it would have taken too long if they were to try without my aid; I didn't want you there longer than necessary."

"Awh, JARVIS – do you love your Daddy or what?"

"I am programmed to do so, yes."

Tony rolled his eyes dramatically as he placed his hand over the Arc in his chest, "way to make a guy feel special."

The AI didn't respond, but brought up the recording, splitting it into three separate images – on the right was the female version of Loki and on the left the real God in all his glory. The middle image was completely different; beautifully mesmerizing. Tony was in place against the work bench, but there was no Loki, female or otherwise, instead he was surrounded by dancing green orbs and swirling bright white lines. "That's his magical signature?" Tony sucked in a large breath, his eyes wide as he watched the colors flicker, darkening before glowing ever brighter, dancing around him vividly.

"Yes Sir."

Catching himself, the Billionaire shook his head lightly as through trying to come back to his senses. "Right, are you sure that those bastard's can't get you to spread em?"

He was sure that he actually heard the AI sigh before he spoke, "how eloquently put – and yes Sir, I will be able to detect them and dismiss any attempts to 'get me to spread em'. I will inform you if they try again, Sir."

"Good b-" Tony's voice drifted as he noticed the man behind him reflected in the monitor. He turned quickly, grabbing either side of the God's face before pulling him into a quick kiss. "You fucking Genius," his voice was filled with excitement as he quickly kissed the bewildered God on the lips once more. "JARVIS filled me in – speaking of filling people in; come with me."

Without waiting for a reply the Billionaire grasped the taller man's hand, dragging him into his bedroom before closing the door and slamming Loki against it. The God pulled away slightly as Tony's rough hand once again found his cheek, stroking tenderly; the taller man was confused at this new behavior. "What are you doing?" His voice was quieter than usual as he stared into the grateful, rich brown gaze of Anthony Stark.

Tony quickly dismissed the God's confusion as he placed a soft kiss against Loki's jaw. "I'm trying to say 'thank you' – just relax." His words were barely a whisper against pale flesh, his hands gliding over the leather at the trickster's sides before encircling the taller man and pulling him closer. The Billionaire's mouth became more persistent as he sucked at the pulse point, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin.

Loki's head fell back against the door with a muted thud, his mind fogging over slightly as the Midgardian's ministrations continued up his neck and along his jaw. He certainly wasn't used to allowing others to take control – and not many had ever tried or even wanted to.

Tugging Loki away from the door Tony turned them slowly, his lips still dancing across pale skin as he pushed them towards the bed. Loki's hand came up between them, his muscles tensing and ready before Tony gripped his wrist, giving the God a disapproving look. "No magic; we're doing this my way."

"But we are fully clothed and it takes some time to rid myself of this attire manually."

Tony rolled his eyes, releasing his grip on the Asgardian's wrist to run his hands over the leather clad chest before him. "Well, I'm taking it off – not you, so stop moaning and relax." He found it rather amusing that he had to remind the God once more to relinquish control – but he was a God after all. His eyes quickly scanned over the mass of leather and metal, his hands seeking some sort of clasp to release the armor, to no avail.

The Deity gave him a bemused look as he stood with his arms outstretched in challenge.

"Fine, get rid of the armor, but leave everything else – I still want to do this." Tony conceded quickly, his lips pursed as he watched the gold flash of light dance across Loki's form before disappearing, leaving the leather pants and tunic in place. He enjoyed seeing the God this way; almost normal; unimposing and somewhat casual.

Loki flashed a bright toothy grin, his finger trailing down the Midgardian's chest and coming to a stop at the Arc. His eyes drifted down, illuminated beautifully by the glow of blue light. "And what exactly are you 'doing', Anthony?" His voice was barely above a whisper, his mind seemingly somewhere else – where? Tony didn't know. Before he could think too much on the subject, those green eyes captured his in a penetrating gaze.

No words were needed as Tony eliminated the space between them in one fluid step, his arms once again circling the man before him, their mouths clashing together as Loki lowered them onto the bed. Strong hands tore through Tony's expensive shirt before the shreds were thrown to the floor, his trousers – in a similar state - soon joining them.

Tony's hands quickly found the eager Deity's, pulling them away from his boxers and pinning them above his head. With a whisper of a movement the Billionaire's lips found that strong jaw, his hips pushing downwards to grind their bodies together as he licked along the flesh until he found the shell of Loki's ear, "I'm taking control; I want to fuck you." His words were spoken with such ferocity that he felt the God quiver beneath him – good; he was through getting his pretty little ass pounded.

A harsh burst of laughter forced Tony to pull back, staring with a quirked eyebrow at the man beneath him currently grinning from ear to ear, his face alight with clear amusement. "You – a mere mortal – believe that you could satiate a God?" Another bark of laughter followed the patronizing question.

Loki was quickly silenced as Tony thrust his hips forwards, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the God as his hard length pressed against his thigh. With a self-satisfied smirk, the Midgardian pressed his body down as his lips ghosted over the shell of Loki's ear once more. "You have no idea who you're dealing with, Princess. I'm gonna have you begging for me before the night's done."

A breathy chuckle sounded through the air before the Deity responded, "well, Mr. Stark you may try if you'd wish. I just don't want you to be too disappointed when you fail." His words were practically panted into Tony's ear before he felt his wet tongue gliding over his skin.

Rolling his eyes at the obvious bait, Tony bucked his hips once more as he lifted himself up onto his arms, staring down at the still clothed God. "Take off your clothes," his words left no room for argument. Loki smirked slightly as he detected the hint of a command, his wrist twitching smoothly to relieve him of his formal attire. "That's more like it," Tony growled, his eyes drinking in the sight beneath him – noting with a smug arrogance that the Deity was already aroused. He couldn't wait to hear his name falling from that pretty little mouth – Tony wasn't stopping until he did.

Glancing up at the curious looking God, Tony lowered himself slowly, descending with ease and watching every slight subconscious reaction that Loki gave. He could see the arousal leaking from the pupils of his eyes, diluting the poisonous green of his irises and dominating his already powerful gaze. This was going to be easier than he thought – however getting a reaction from his body and getting a reaction from Loki himself were two completely different things.

Keeping their eyes locked steadily, he slowly threaded his fingers into silky black hair, feeling the softness engulf his hand before gripping hard and closing the space between them. Their lips barely touched before he changed course with a smirk, moving towards the pale column of his neck, the smirk growing even wider as he heard a growl rumble in Loki's chest. Bypassing the gentle touches and teasing, Tony sunk his teeth into the immaculate flesh – knowing that the God of Mischief could handle the rough treatment.

The reaction he gained was instantaneous; Loki's head was thrown back, a groan seeping from his lips as his back arched beneath his hands. Running his tongue over the bite mark, he allowed his free hand to skim over Loki's hip, pushing the God down roughly into the mattress. Loki must have been allowing him control to some extent; Tony was more than aware of the differences in strength.

Continuing his routine of biting and licking across Loki's bared skin, Tony reached out his hand knowingly, pulling the drawer open and pulling out his trusty bottle of lube – finally he could do this his way. Loki was past the point of caring as he listened to the cap pop open. His eyes snapped open as he felt the cool liquid come into contact with the overly sensitive skin of his engorged length, hissing with agonized pleasure as Tony's large hand enclosed around him, spreading the lubricant over his skin as he stroked roughly.

"I thought you wanted to fuck me," Loki's words came out strangled as Tony's grip tightened, eliciting another groan of approval from the God.

The Billionaire released a breathy chuckle, finally removing his mouth from Loki's chest to smirk up at him. "I do; but I told you; I wanna hear you beg first."

"God's do not beg, Anthony."

Another chuckle, "well I don't know much about God's – but Loki Laufeyson does, or he will tonight." Giving a rough squeeze, Tony lowered himself further down his body, planting slow, open mouthed kisses in his wake before his teeth clamped around the God's nipple, tugging sharply before pulling it into his mouth and rolling his tongue lasciviously over the risen peek. He could hear the man's heart rate increasing, feel his hot breath panting against his skin. Perhaps bringing a God to his knees was easier than he thought.

Strong hands slid down Tony's back, feeling the tensed muscles twitch beneath his skin. Growling slightly, the Billionaire gave a final twitch of his wrist before pulling himself off the Deity and narrowing his eyes. "Open your legs," his tone left no room for argument, however he wasn't dealing with a drunk gold digger this time – he had the God of Mischief laid out in his bed, naked and panting, green eyes darkened dangerously. Standing his ground, Tony's reached out quickly, gripping the pale flesh of Loki's thighs and pulling them apart roughly. He could see the surprise in the taller man's eyes, however he didn't resist – which they both knew he was fully capable of doing.

Holding his gaze steadily, Tony brought his hand down to Loki's entrance, his lubricated fingers circling slowly. A slight smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he heard the God's sudden intake of breath, his cheeks hollowing as his eyes widened, pupils exploding to cover his irises in darkened lust. He didn't take it any further, simply teasing with his fingertips as his other hand gently massaged the tensed the muscle of his thigh.

Loki knew what he had to do – knew what needed to be said before he gained satisfaction at the others hand. His lips however, were sealed; God's did not beg; they took whatever they desired no matter the barrier. The words were on the tip of his traitorous tongue, teasing his mind and tricking his senses. Just one simple word would do – just one. That's all he needed and then he could have what he desired. One word surely could not make him weak – could not take away his power and make him a lesser being. He was the God of lies; he didn't need the word to be true. It could be a trick, a perfectly formed trick to deceive the other and gain his own selfish gratification.

"Please," the raw need of that one simple word roused an animalistic grunt from Tony as he finally pushed forward, stretching the God and digging his other hand into his hip. With anybody else, there would be bruises or cries of pain, however with Loki – a God – there were only groans of satisfaction and cries for more. Tony had never seen anything quite like it, but he definitely wanted to see more. Indulging Loki – and himself – he tensed his upper body, pulling his arm back and inserting another finger, twisting them slightly as he thrust back in, his jaw tensing as he watched Loki throw his head back against the bed, his eyes closed and mouth open as he released a guttural moan of approval.

Those strong hands upon his back were now talons, digging mercilessly into his flesh and scraping over the hard muscles leaving a trail of angry, red marks. Tony didn't relent on his torturous pace, pounding into Loki hard enough to move them up the bed, he wanted more – both of them did – but he needed to hear the God say it, to beg for it.

Losing patience his movement's slowed, his body vibrating with need as he lowered himself over Loki, their chests barely an inch apart. "Say it," Tony breathed his words against the God's lips, his tongue coming out to trail along his bottom lip enticingly. When Loki merely narrowed his eyes and forced his lips into a tight line of defiance, Tony growled angrily before barking out his earlier words with more force, "Say it." As though to punctuate his words, Tony twisted his fingers, curling them slowly and watching as Loki squirmed beneath him.

With a chocked groan Loki allowed the words to tumble from his mouth, "fuck me, Tony."

Without his usual smirk of self-satisfaction, Tony removed his hand quickly, tugging his boxers down to his knees and grabbing the bottle of lube, squeezing a large amount into his hand before throwing the bottle over his shoulder and coating his throbbing cock with the warm liquid, groaning at the contact. Shifting himself, he pulled Loki's knees up and pushed them forwards, almost folding the God in half. Loki was a quivering mess as Tony positioned himself, pressing the head against his entrance, waiting for the man before him to look at him. As their eyes locked, Tony thrust forward, feeling the warmth envelope him, the tight muscles wrapping around him enticingly.

With a groan, Tony burrowed his head into the crook of Loki's neck, his teeth lightly grazing the flesh as he began to thrust into Loki, not needing to be gentle with the powerful Deity. Loki's continuous moans of pleasure spurred him on, his stomach fluttering and balls tightening as he felt his release bubbling to the surface. He needed to hold it back though; he wanted to bring the God to climax first.

His hips jerked as Loki dug his nails painfully into his back, probably drawing blood as he pulled them up his spine. "Harder," Loki's words were hot and demanding in his ear. Releasing a long breath, Tony pulled his hips back, thrusting forwards with everything he had, the bed creaking beneath them as he continued the torturously, draining pace.

His muscles aching and mind fogged, he gripped the bed sheets in his fists. Desperately needing to bring this to an end, he brought his hands up to Loki's hair, pulling painfully and exposing the God's neck before sinking his teeth suddenly into the flesh, tasting blood on his tongue as he snapped his hips forwards. He felt Loki spasm slightly, his muscles tensing painfully around Tony's sensitive cock before he released a string of unintelligible words, his body arching off the bed as he covered their stomachs with hot, white spurts. Those nails biting painfully into Tony's flesh as the Billionaire's hips continued to jerk, jaw relaxing as he finally came, body quivering and hips stilling as he dropped his head against the God's shoulder, muttering something about 'horny God's'.

Loki released a gentle chuckle with reverberated against his chest steadily. "I didn't beg," he insisted in a tired voice.

"I hate to break it to you, Princess; but you did," Tony mumbled into his hair, shifting his tired legs gently and pressing himself closer to the God.

"It was lie,"

Tony groaned in exasperation, his mind far too tired to deal with the petulant Deity. "Fine, whatever helps you sleep at night. Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep," he pressed a gentle kiss to Loki's neck, "you look pretty hot as a woman by the way."

Loki didn't respond but released his usual burst of laughter at Tony's words, his eyes closing slowly as he allowed his body to relax. Body's drained and too tired to move, the pair stayed joined; Loki's arms still around the Midgardian's waist; Tony's fingers still threaded into the God's silky, black hair. They both soon found sleep, neither awake enough to recognize the angry rumble of thunder growling through the night air.