Chapter Ten
Tony was jogging down by the pier a couple weeks later when he noticed a photoshoot. "No way." He growled.
Victor stood there in speedo trunks, like he was about to go surfing. He honestly looked good, then he said to someone, "Can we break? The contacts in my eyes are hurting me." Tony snorted before beginning to continue jogging. He was not going to get involved. He and Loki were doing good and he didn't want to ruin that. Tony was jogging in the other direction when he didn't realized he had jogged into another part of the set. He was confused until he heard someone talking to him . . .
"James, there you are," a woman with bright pink hair said "Good, you're already in your jogging gear. Come on Victor just took his contacts out…"
"I'm not James." Tony tried to pull away.
"Good, stay in character," She said putting pulling him in front of a scenic back drop before shouting "Okay, James is here, where the hell is Victor?!"
"He's coming, hold your horses, woman," Harley shouted to her before noticing Tony. "Uh . . . do me a favor get Wade to fix the lighting on the left . . ."
"He's probably snogging Peter," The woman said, storming off.
Harley then rounded on Tony and said "What are you doing here?"
"Hey, don't look at me! Talk to your nutjob assistant! I was just jogging and she grabbed me, calling me James!" Tony snapped.
"She the makeup director," Harley snapped back "And you look a lot like James; you might need to fill in for him."
"Whatever!" Tony hissed. "And I do not! I have nothing to do with this and I will not!"
"James is currently throwing up his stomach contents," Harley said with crossed arms "Look, if you do this you might be on the cover of a fashion magazine. Plus, you'll save everybody the trouble of being screamed at."
"Why is that my problem? And who was the one who said that ninety percent of the internet already knows my story? Why should I want the other ten percent to?" Tony retorted.
"James has bulimia," Harley snapped at him. "He's severely dehydrated and will probably pass out if someone doesn't find him . . . You know what? Forget it. I'll sneak you off set and you can go back to whatever you were doing."
Tony flinched. "He . . . He has . . ." He swallowed. "Fine. I'll do it." He growled, storming off to where he was supposed to go.
"You're going in the wrong direction," Harley teased playfully. "And you're not in the right gear."
Tony groaned. "I can't do anything right."
"You'll get there," Harley said "Follow me and act natural."
"I'm always natural." He snickered.
Harley then lead him through a busy section before stopping at a portable trailer door and knocking before Victor's accent laced voice sounded "Who is it?"
"It's just me, don't worry," Harley said.
Victor then open the door before he saw Tony and raised an eyebrow "Harley, explain now."
"Let talk about this inside," Harley said, pushing her way past Victor, dragging Tony with her. "How's James?"
"I got him to eat some carrots, but he lock himself inside the bathroom again," Victor said. Tony was quiet as they talked about this.
"Again?" Harley exasperated.
"Look, even if he comes out, he's in no shape to stay out there for another four or five hours," Victor said "We need a replacement."
"Exactly," Harley said "And looked who jogged on set."
Victor glanced at Tony briefly and said "No way in hell we're doing that. Erik will not only kill us, but half of the production team if Erik isn't happy with the shots."
"Wait. Erik Lehnsherr?" Tony tilted his head.
Victor and Harley snapped their neck towards him and Harley asked "How do you know that?"
"He's an old friend."
Victor and Harley looked at each other, before Harley said "I'll convince James to give me his clothes, Victor, you do Tony's makeup. He's a little shiny."
"Excuse me for having a healthy jog before coming to this unexpected photo shoot." Tony snapped.
Harley gave him a death glare. "Victor, use the makeup in my kit."
"Harley, your makeup isn't hypoallergenic," Victor said.
"Exactly," Harley growled before shouting "James, take off your clothes for mama!"
"You're lucky I'm not allergic to anything!" Tony snapped at her.
"Don't do that," Victor said "She's crazier than anybody I know."
"What the hell am I supposed to do when she insults me?!"
"Shut up and take it," Victor said putting out a bag "It's what I do, and I'd like to keep my nuts thank you very much."
"Why is that my problem?"
"If she castres me, I'll take your balls and keep them in a jar of vinegar as a trophy," Victor said before snapping his fingers. "Sit, we don't have much time." Tony did as he was told with only a slight huff in protest. Victor started brushing his face with foundation, before putting on a million other things Tony had never heard off. Victor said said "Okay, you're done. Do me a favor and try not to sweat before we get outside."
"How the hell would I sweat?"
"Oh, you'll find a way," Victor said, before calling to his friend "Harley, Tony's makeup is done."
"Good," Harley said "I got James' clothes and I manage to convince him to rest."
"Did you tell him about his replacement?" Victor asked her.
Harley snorted and said "Hell no .I don't need him having a metal breakdown."
Victor said "Get Tony dressed, and I'll tell Eirk about James replacement."
"Dressed into what?"
Harley held up a full one piece swimsuit. "God, I really hope I don't have resize it."
*o*O*o*
Tony had never been more uncomfortable in his life. The swimsuit was really too small for him, but he didn't feel like crossing Harley if he didn't have to. But, hot damn, did it squeeze his cock. Actually, it was kind of a turn on. And as he grew harder, he was turned on even more. Fuck, where was Loki when you needed him? "Okay, is everyone here?" Erik said loudly.
"Yes," Harley said, shoving Victor on set.
"Okay, boys, pose for the camera," Erik said. Victor started doing natural poses while Tony looked wildly unclear at what course of action to take. He obviously lacked modeling experience but that doesn't mean he was going to stand stiff, was he? Oh, fuck it. He started doing some basic poses that Victor had already done, mimicking him perfectly. Harley was staring at Tony with a weird expression, before Erik spoke. "Okay, give me sexy and seductive. Make me want you." Victor gave Erik a smirk for the camera before grabbing Tony's waist pulling him closer to him.
"V-Victor?" Tony gasped, blushing darkly.
"Just go with it," Victor whispered to him before staring at camera once again.
Tony bit his lip. "Victor, wait, I have to tell you -" But it was too late as Victor pulled him flush against him, surely feeling his erection.
Victor visibly tensed for a moment before speaking once more. "Erik, floor shot?"
"Yeah," Erik said.
Victor then let go of Tony and said "Calm yourself down."
"What does a floor shot mean?" Tony's eyes were nervous.
"It mean you have a moment to get rid of that," Victor said.
"Doesn't he want it to look sexy?" Tony flushed. "Plus, you don't have enough time."
"Oh trust me, you have time to get rid of that," Victor said "I can't have that poking my back after the floor shots."
"What's wrong with it?!" Tony asked defensively. "And how am I supposed to get rid of" it?!"
"Oi! I want this done by four! We're taking the shots now!" Erik snapped. "We're already running behind schedule!"
"Looks like you're going to have to deal." Tony growled.
"Fine," Victor said giving Tony a light glare.
"So now what genius?" Tony hissed softly as they prepared the shot. "Oh, fuck . . . I'm . . . Why am I so turned on?! Fuck this suit . . . It's so tight around my cock . . . Like Loki's hole . . . Fuck . . ."
Victor raised an eyebrow before smirking. "Hey, Erik, how seductive do you want it?"
Erik looked at him. "Just make me want you." Victor smirked, kneeling down to Tony's cock, before playful teasing him by laying down on his side, giving Erik some sexy shot, while secretly walking two of his fingers up Tony's inner thigh.
"What the hell are you doing?" Tony hissed, his breathing ragged.
"Being seductive," Victor said with a tiny smirk "And getting a little revenge."
"Victor!" Tony whined. "Why?"
"Because you're an insufferable prick," Victor said "It turns me on a bit; Just go with it and I'll make it up to you later."
"How the hell do you expect to do that?!" Tony snarled.
"Ay, enough talking, more posing," Erik ordered.
And so this went on, Victor subtly touching Tony, frustrating the genius to no end. Victor was sneaky about it as well. He brushed his hand against Tony cock more than once, making it twitch. Victor also moaned a bit when they were taking shots, driving Tony crazy. But what was mostly infuriating, was the way Victor would whisper things in Tony's ear; No, he didn't say a word in English but a whole different language that Tony couldn't have placed even if he tried.
"Victor, knock it off." Tony hissed. "Speak English at least if you're going to do this."
"Why?" Victor asked innocently "It's more fun when I sound like a Russian bombshell." When Victor said that, he changed his voice a bit to sound like he had a Russian accent.
"Is that what language that is?" Tony hissed. "Whatever. Either tell me the translation or put your mouth to better use."
"Oh I will," Victor said before switching languages again to say "Majd Mélytorok hogy a nagy faszt a tiéd."
"What the hell did you say?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," Victor said with a smirk.
"Victor, this isn't funny!" Tony whined. He wasn't going to lie. The different language thing was also a huge turn on.
"Fine, I said 'I'll deepthroat that big cock of yours'," Victor said before Erik interrupted.
"Alright, take ten everyone. We got a couple more shots to do, and, Victor, make sure James has something to drink and send him home."
"Got it," Victor said before looking over to Harley, who gave him a thumbs up.
Victor then looked at Tony. "Now, if you really want to pick up where we left off, you can follow me back to my trailer."
"As long as I get this taken care of now, I could care less where it is done."
Victor gave a smirked and walked back to the trail with Tony tailing him. As soon as they closed the door, Victor spoke. "Take off your suit."
Tony shivered. "I can't. The zipper is in the back."
Victor rolled his eyes and unzipped the back of Tony's suit. "Okay there, now I'll take off mine."
"Just hurry . . ." Tony groaned, his cock pulsing.
Victor took off his suit to reveal his toned body, and soon he was on his knees. "What would you like for me to do to you, Mr. Stark?"
Tony moaned. "Just . . . God, you can fuck me for all I care as long as I get a release . . . Oh . . . Fuck, I'm so hard . . ." He reached down to grip his cock, moaning at the contact.
Victor then grasped his arm. "I got a better idea." Victor then put his mouth on Tony's cock, taking him to the hilt and staying there.
Tony threw his head back with a moan. "Oh, Victor!"
Victor started bobbing his head up and down while Tony fisted his hair.
"F-fuck . . ." Tony shivered. "More! God, Loki, more!" Victor raised an eyebrow, but didn't stop his menstruations. Soon, he started humming, sending vibrations up Tony's cock. "Oh, Loki . . . God, yes . . ." Tony breathed. "I need you . . . I need that tight little hole of yours clenching around my cock so tightly . . . I need to be buried inside your heat . . . Loki!" Victor then drug his teeth along the base of Tony's cock. Tony screamed as his orgasm ripped through him. "Loki!"
Victor then pulled off of Tony's cock and said "I hope you're satisfied."
Tony slid down against the wall. "I wish I wasn't. It would make me feel less shitty. Now . . . now I can't even face Loki."
"He'll understand. Trust me," Victor said "You should go find Harley. She has your clothes."
"Alright." Tony shifted awkwardly. "Are you alright? I mean, you took your pills, right? I don't want to take you to the doctor again."
Victor gave him a smirk and said "I'll be fine."
Tony nodded slowly. "If you're sure." He exited the trailer.
As soon as Tony left, Victor stood up and walked over to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror before punching it, causing it to shatter. He then proceed to throw things around out of anger as flashes of memory came back to him. It was painful. Victor was soon leaning with his back to the wall, breathing heavy as he tried to calm himself down. He ended up pulling his knees to his chest as he whispered to himself. "I'm not a whore, I'm not worthless, I'm fine, I'm fine . . ."