A: Playing catch-up. Also! There is a (we'll I say yummy) scene that, well, you'll see.

Note to self, Tony thinks for the millionth time that night, send Pepper flowers and chocolates in the morning.

An unhappy Pepper meant an unhappy CEO and that meant rough meetings and drops in stock. Which of course was far from good.

He never did find that girl. The one with emerald eyes and long black hair. Then again he didn't stay very long at the gala. Turns out he really didn't want to go.

On the way home from the museum, at least he thought it was a museum, he stopped off at a store and bought chocolate for Loki; tea, too since he passed by it and knew the box at home was nearly gone.

It was oddly domestic of him. Tony Stark did not do domesticity. He tried for Pep, though it didn't work out. That's probably why she was mad.

When he finally made it home, he dropped the paper bag of groceries off before he rushed to his room to change out of that damned penguin suit.

Loki returned upstairs for some water, he noticed the bag on the table and he went looking inside. Chocolate. He smiled and took a piece of it, sticking it into his mouth. It was the first thing he ate in days. He loved sweets, he couldn't help it. He was lucky he didn't eat much, because he would be no different from Volstagg now, otherwise.

It was too early for Tony to go to bed. He had this thing about not going to bed before 11 on school nights. And since he actually had to actual work, it was a school night. And he was hungry. The gala really didn't have edible food.

So, in a pair of red plaid pajama bottoms and a black wife beater top that still hinted at the arc reactor, he padded barefoot into the kitchen in search of something more sustainable than shrimp appetizers.

Loki was happily biting a piece of chocolate, when he looked up at the man with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm sure not many girls would be in line for your bed if they saw you like that," he teased, still eating.

Tony rolled his eyes (he was doing that a lot lately) and headed for the fridge. He wanted bacon and eggs.

"I'm playing the "I'm single and I don't care" card at the moment." Glancing at Loki with a brow cocked and a smirk in place, he wonders: "You enjoying the chocolate? I got you more tea too, if you didn't see. I didn't know how much you had left."

"Yes, I've noticed," he responded, glancing back at the bag. He didn't know how much was left either, so that was good. But still, he was giving more attention to the chocolate.

"You look terrible," he insisted. And his chocolate was finished already. "Are you really preparing breakfast at midnight?"

Okay, now it was obvious that Stark was alone. He didn't bring any lady home, why?

"I want bacon," he replies. "Is there a problem with breakfast at midnight? Why do bacon and eggs have to be breakfast foods? Can they not be eaten at any time? Is there a law against it? Because is like to see it," Tony rants though his tone is light and joking. "Are you really eating chocolate at midnight? All that sugar and caffeine will keep you up."

"There is a reason why it's called 'breakfast'. Chocolate, instead, is not associated with any meal. And it's days since I last ate, so I have the right to eat anything that might make me feel slightly hungry." He responded, throwing the empty box of chocolate in the trash then.

"Yeah, there's a reason. But I don't listen to reason."

"Why are you alone?"

Tony pauses. That was... Not what he was expecting. He continues frying his bacon without saying anything while his mind races for a second. Why was he alone?

"Why do you care?"

"I don't. I'm just curious. You seemed to be frustrated."

After he pushed him away twice. He wouldn't have been surprised at all if Stark came home with a girl. Or, probably, he didn't trust having innocents around Loki. He just shrugged it off and settled to prepare some tea.

"I didn't stay at the gala the whole time. And when I was there, I didn't see any one to suit my tastes." He smiles mischievously. "Or would you have preferred that I didn't bring a girl home in hopes that my resident god would bed me?" He finishes cooking his meal and loads it onto a plate. Moving to the table, he starts to eat. "Hate to break it to you, but that thought never crossed my mind."

Loki raised his eyebrow. "Lie. I wouldn't have been surprised if that was actually the reason, but first of all, I never considered it to be the only option. Second: you are lying, because it did cross your mind," he said casually.

As soon as the water was boiling, he poured it into a mug and put a teabag inside.

"You can't lie to the God of Lies, Anthony. It's too stupid."

"It did not!" Tony argues back, although he knew it was futile. "Alright, fine. It did cross my mind. But it was only after I left and was getting your chocolate."

He shrugs and pushes at the remainder of his food with his fork.

"I was looking for something specific, and none of the women at the gala fit that description."

Mh. He could take that. Stark returning home alone and still hoping Loki would reach him in his bed.

"And what was the description?" he asked, sitting down again with his tea in his hand.

It didn't sound as a lie, he might as well know what was it that he was looking for. Still, he was just curious. Just curious.

Brown eyes flick up for a second before they return to look at his plate. Tony stabs at a bit if egg, albeit he doesn't take it to his lips.

"Tall," he murmurs. "Messy black hair, green eyes."

He bites his lip as he feels a blush creep up the back of his neck and tug at his ears.

"I-" he sighs. After a deep breath or two he looks up at Loki. "I can't seem to get you out of my head."

As the man spoke, Loki was even more... Actually, he really didn't know how to define it. Flattered that Stark looked around for his female version? Upset because he was still trying to get the God to his bed?

"So it seems." he just answered.

As he looked at the man, he slowly turned into his female form; exactly as when he was a male, even as a woman he had a perfect body, the same green eyes, but with longer hair, covering at least half of his/her back.

"Was it this what you were looking for?" she asked with a smile.

Tony felt his mouth go dry as the woman literally of his dreams appeared before him.

"Uh," he clears his throat. "Yeah. Yeah, it is."

He looks him (her?) up and down once, twice, a third time, undressing her with his eyes before he returns his stare back to his plate.

"I really wish you wouldn't tease me like this. I feel bad enough as it is for molesting you in the shower." The billionaire cleared his throat. "Twice."

She chuckled absently. "The first time, I was totally up for it." she responded, quickly finishing her tea as she did. She lay the cup in the sink and approached to him of a few steps, licking absently her red lips.

"Maybe the third time will be the right one." she assumes, leaning over to whisper into the man's ear.

And no, she wasn't teasing. It was obvious it was a bad idea, that he would regret it dearly, but sexual frustration was nothing Loki could stand.

"Loki," Tony breathes, straining himself. If he moved he would not stop. Not this time. "Do not start this if you aren't willing to finish. Because I won't stop this time." He turns his head to meet her gaze. "And if we're going to do this, I want you. The real you, not this woman."

Tony briefly thinks over his words and sees where the god(dess?) might over think it but he doesn't correct himself.

Well, Stark saying that he wouldn't top was not reassuring. He was lucky he had no intention of stopping this time.

"This woman is still me," he tells, though he had understood perfectly what he meant. But, anyway, with a grin still wide on her lips, he returned to his male form, the Æsir one. "If you want the real me, I would be blue and you wouldn't be able to touch me. You will have to accept this." he responded, walking out of the kitchen. "Just one thing: not a word about what will happen. No one will know."

Okay. Ouch. That was offending. Why did Loki care he told anyone? Not that he would. What happened between him and a lover generally stayed between them. Unless the other partner told. Still it stung that Loki had to tell him not to say anything. He wasn't going to call him out. He wanted this far too much to attempt to anger him.

He follows the god out of the kitchen, catching up and wrapping his arm around Loki's waist to lead him to his bedroom.

Loki grins as he covers Tony's hand with his own.

"Totally accepting," Tony says his voice rough with arousal.

Loki didn't doubt Stark would accept. He was decidedly a sex-addict, if he was offered the chance to sleep with someone he was so attracted to, Tony was going to jump at the chance.

"Did I need only to propose it for you to get aroused?" He asked with an amused smile, turning to walk backwards towards Stark's bedroom, so that he could look at him. Already, his hands slipped under the man's t-shirt, brushing his long, cold fingertips on his abs as they walked.

Tony hummed with mirth. "I was aroused the moment you turned into a chick, sweetheart." He grasps Loki's waist and pulled the man closer. "I wasn't going to do anything about it until you proposed it. I would've taken you as her, but I got the feeling this was a one time deal, and I prefer you like this."

"Then make it be good enough to not make it be a 'one time deal'."

Yes, it was a clear challenge on his part. After all, if they enjoyed this night enough, why not repeat it? And Loki's ability at shape-shifting gave them so many possibilities...

Tony leans up and nips at Loki's bottom lip as he kicks his bedroom door shut behind them.

Loki hummed and shamelessly brought his hand behind the man's nape, pulling him closer and kissing him passionately, his tongue making its way into the other's mouth.

Silvertongue, they called him. For some reason the thought just cropped up. He walks Loki back to the bed, planning on succeeding in the obvious challenge. After all, he'd never heard any complaints from any of his bedmates, man or woman.

He drags his lips from the God's and starts kissing his jaw.

"Oh, I will," he swears lowly into Loki's ear. The god tilted his head slightly to give him enough access to his pale skin.

Tony pushes his lover for the night onto his bed, grinning devilishly.

He didn't expect being shoved down on the bed like that, but it didn't make Loki back down. Instead, he sat on the edge, his legs spread, and he hooked his fingertips in the loops of Tony pants and pulled him closer.

Immediately, he lifted the man's shirt enough to allow him to take it off first, and then started uncovering as much as he could of his body. Looking up at him, he leaned over and lay a light kiss on his stomach, tracing then every line of his toned body with his tongue.

Tony hummed lowly, the sound almost a moan, at the feeling of Loki's tongue.

Silver indeed, he thinks.

Before Tony could throw his head back and relinquish his thoughts to the feeling, he pushes Loki farther back on the bed. Loki's legs spread further, a smirk on the man's face, and Tony kneels between them.

His hands run under the god's shirt as kisses the man deeply once more. The shirt's ruched up, pulled up and over a head of messy black hair and tossed somewhere behind him. Tony kisses down his jaw, down his neck, down his chest, his tongue flicking out every so often tasting the pale skin.

Loki's fingers find purchase in the mortal's hair, a soft moan leaving his lips. His long legs drape themselves around Tony's waist, pulling him closer.

Tony smirks, running his hands on his sides up and down and up again with featherlight touches. He bring his lips back up and wraps them around a pale nipple. He slides his hand back down again to work at Loki's trousers.

He looks up to gaze at Loki, the pupils of his brown eyes blown wide, as his hips grind down to meet the ones found below him. A moan slips from his throat and he lavishes attention to the other perk pebble.

Loki looked at the man, a grin upon his lips as he bit down on his bottom lip, while his hands moved down from his hair to his neck and down his back, touching every inch of skin he could reach from there. Loki's fingers leave icy trials across Tony's skin and he shivers.

Tony finally manages to undo Loki's pants and he shoves at them. Loki doing the same with his.

Tony gasps as his hips meet Loki's once more looking for friction.

"God, Loki," Tony breathes. He buries he face into the crook of Loki's neck and sighs. He presses his lips to the pale skin and sucks on it, marking him.

"I am indeed a God," Loki joked with a chuckle, that was cut off almost immediately by a needy moan, given by Tony's naked body touching his own so marvelously.

His fingers found the billionaire's hair once more as he threw his head back. Being marked like this would make it hard to explain in the future, considering Loki's 'no one must know' rule, but for the moment, he didn't care. He just wrapped his legs tightly around his waist and pulled him closer while rocking his own hips as well.

He growls at the overwhelming sensations. Loki's skin pressed against his is is cool, a stark contrast to the heat coursing through his body.

"Then let me, mhmm, worship you," Tony jokes back thrusting harder.

"You can do everything you want," he whispered in response, his short nails digging into tanned skin and scratching slightly as he did.

Tony gives a smile as pulls out of the man's embrace for a second. "Hold on." He reaches for his nightstand to grab a little bottle and foil wrapped package.

Again, he complained when Stark pulled away, but he took the chance for relaxing a moment and catch his breath. He curiously looked at what Stark was doing, pulling up on his elbows for seeing better.

"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to understand what the bottle and package were for.

Tony only smiled. "Just relax, babe."

Sitting back on his haunches, he looks over the body laid out before him. He runs his calloused hands up Loki's thighs, leaning forward to press kisses on the inside of each one. He brings his head up just a bit and noses at the god's hardened member, breathing hotly on it.

Babe. What was wrong with Stark's capacity at understanding?

"No names," Loki quickly said, just to make it clear. And considering that Loki already left him alone and aroused twice, he should listen. If he was wise. Though, he closed his eyes again and relaxed as he was told, his fingers absently running through the man's hair.

"Are you going to complain if I try to suck you off this time?" Tony wonders as he grips Loki's hips tightly.

"Oh, do it. But I will use it against you the next time you will call me with a female name," he reminded him with an amused smile despite the shiver that ran up his spine.

Tony really didn't understand Loki's aversion to pet names. Or blow jobs. But he doesn't say anything only presses a kiss to the head of Loki's cock before he kisses back up Loki's stomach.

He settles himself in between Loki's hips and rubs their erections together, his fingers returning to card themselves through the mess of hair he enjoys so much. He peppers Loki's face with kisses for a moment before he reaches for the little vile once again.

Loki held Stark's hair a little tighter at the kisses, as much as he tightened the grip of his legs around his waist then.

"Why is my hair so special to you?" he asked, though chuckling as he did.

It was a mess, now, forming some sort of black crown around his head.

He didn't let him answer, anyway. As soon as he was close enough again, he cupped his face and pulled him in for another passionate kiss.

Tony chuckles. Even he didn't know why Loki's hair was special to him. He just liked it. He moans into the kiss, tugging at Loki's hair. His free hand finds the bottle that ended up far across the bed ("Really?").

He breaks away once again, and unlaced his hand from the god's hair. He pours a little of the bottle's contents onto his fingers and slicks them up before he reaches down between them to press a digit to Loki's puckered hole.

Loki opened his eyes once more and looked at Tony while he took the bottle. There was nothing like that in Asgard, but now he probably understood what that was for. So, he only waited, without moving his hands away from Tony's hair.

He shivered when Tony pressed the digit, a little for the impatience and the need, and a little for the feeling the lube gave.

"It's cold," he stated, laying comfortably back down with his eyes closed.

Sorry," Tony breathes, rubbing around the tight circle of muscle, "I should have warmed it in my palm first. Your body temperature probably isn't helping much." He pushes his finger in slowly, feeling Loki's muscles tense at the intrusion and hearing the god gasp.

He moves his finger once he feels Loki relax and clench around him. His mouth continues to ghost over pale skin, sucking little marks every now and then. Loki couldn't hold back from moving a little to try to take him deeper.

After a moment, Tony adds a second finger and continues to stretch him.

Loki couldn't hold back a moan. "More." He whispered.

Tony chuckled. "I don't want to rush and end up hurting you."

He does speed up his ministrations though, enough so that it was only a short time later that he added a third. All the little noises Loki makes only makes him harder, if it was possible.

With a third finger thrusting in as well, hitting that sweet spot inside him, Loki held tightly the man's hair, his back arched off of the bed in pleasure as he tried to hold back the louder sounds.

He draws Loki up for another passionate kiss, his free hand sinking into his hair once more. He really needed to know what it was about the god's hair. Loki's desperate while kissing him back.

Deciding he's stretched enough, Tony pulls his fingers out, prepares himself and positions himself at Loki's opening.

"Ready?" Tony asks, mostly just to spite the god.

"I was ready when we still were in the kitchen, don't make me wait any longer!"

A laugh escapes Tony's lips as he slowly pushes into Loki. He can't help but moan softly as he does. Loki's still tight, and clenching around him, which only makes the experience better.

It's slightly painful for Loki, having not bottomed for a very long while.

Tony sighs into the crook of his neck as he makes it all the way in.

"Don't hold back," Tony whispers as he lets the god adjust. "I want to hear you." And then he's moving, setting a steady pace. Not too fast. Not too slow.

Loki wrapped his arms around him and held him tightly, his face buried in the man's neck. The pain didn't last long, as soon as Stark started thrusting and hitting his prostate again, the pain was replaced by intense pleasure, and he found himself biting down rather hard on the man's shoulder for trying to remain as silent as possible, despite the mortal's request.

The bite was painful, Tony'll admit that, and it'd probably leave a bruise. Which was well and fine because he left more than his fair share of marks on Loki. But he really couldn't care at the moment. He was too lost in the pleasurable feel of Loki's body.

He quickens his pace, the feel of the god clenching around him driving him to do so, grunting and moaning with enjoyment.

There's a soft mantra of "Oh, fuck"s and "Loki"s that escape his mouth in between. Why hadn't they done this sooner?

Tony was violently hitting that sweet spot inside him over and over again, and quicker and harder each time, and he felt he could literally go insane in this way and enjoy this madness.

"Holy Gods..." he whispered on the man's skin, scratching his back lightly despite his short nails. Now he felt it would be a good moment for kissing the man, drown his moans on the other's mouth, but he doubted he could make it, he couldn't even catch his breath.

Tony was close. Oh, was he close. But there was no way he was going to come before Loki. Not while he had the god at his mercy like this. He reaches down between them and grasps Loki member stroking it to bring the trickster over the edge. He brushes his lips against kiss swollen master of mischief's.

"Come for me Loki," he breathes.

Loki couldn't hold back the moans anymore, not that he was very successful in the first place. He let out every sound of pleasure that he could feel in his throat, he let it come out, louder and louder as he got closer to his climax. Tony shivered at the sudden loud sounds escaping Loki. And it almost did him in.

Instead of answering to heated words, the god leaned over and licked and bit Stark's lips. He still tried to hold back, for as long as he could for feeling this pleasure for longer, but he had to give up to his needs; with a low, breathy moan, he came into the mortal's hand.

The image of Loki as he rode out his orgasm is what finally pushed Tony over the edge. His rhythm faltered and his hips were sporadic and he climaxed moments after Loki.

Loki didn't let him go still for some moments, keeping him tightly against himself until the man's seed filled him, and really, it was a great sensation. But he let him go immediately after so that he could move away. Breathing heavily, Tony pulled out and rolled off the god to stare up at the ceiling.

He loved the post-orgasmic after glow. Always had. He wanted to roll over and curl up into the god's side, remembering how it felt to be in his embrace nights ago, although he didn't know how that was going to end. And he enjoyed his dignity. There was no need to screw this up now. He did, however, turn his head and stared at Loki's face.

Loki instead, took some moments for catching his breath, his eyes closed. And then, he sat back up, moving to the edge of the bed and standing. He stretched quietly, and then picked up his clothes for dressing up again.

Tony knew it. He knew it was going to happen.

Still, he hadn't prepared himself for the overwhelming urge to reach over and stop Loki from leaving.

He doesn't of course, just keeps silent as he stands himself and pick up his clothes. He watches as Loki dresses again, a small smile tugging on his lips.

Ha, he just fucked a god into his mattress. How many people could say that?

He sighs to himself as he heads into the bathroom for a shower. Loki should be gone by the time he got out.

Loki was just putting on his shirt when he heard Stark's footsteps going for the bathroom. With a raised eyebrow and an offended expression, he followed after him.

"How impolite, not even saying 'goodnight'," he complained, pushing Stark against the tiles; he kissed him almost violently. "If I don't show up at the same hour, tomorrow, come to my room." he doubted he would be in the mood to walk - or that he would be able to.

He turned on his heels and left Stark's bedroom then, heading back to his own. Mh, yes. He might have liked it more than he could admit.

Tony smiled as he watched the god leave the room. That kiss was rough, and Loki's words sent a shiver down his spine. He wanted more. Or at least that's what it sounded like.

Ha! He'd made a God moan his name as he came. If that wasn't an ego boost, he didn't know what was.

He steps into the shower, letting the warm water cascade down and relax his muscles.

He settles into bed minutes later. He didn't dream that night.