Loki froze, his fingernails dug into his palms. Tony hadn't let up on his gentle touch, yet Loki couldn't feel it. His chest felt like it was being crushed. He couldn't breathe and his vision was narrowing.
"Shh, Reindeer Games. Come here." Loki was pulled into Tony's lap. The god buried his face against Tony's neck.
He couldn't form words. All he could think was that the time had finally come. He was useless, not even worth being a distraction anymore. He was being cast out.
Alone, all alone. Lost in the darkness, hiding from Thor and the Chitauri. Strangers' glares and constant insecurity- silence only interrupted by hissed words of hatred, both from inside of him and from others. No one would ever touch him again other than to hurt him. And what if Tony told SHEILD he was on Midgard? It would just be another group seeking him for their revenge.
But he could feel strong arms around him, a chest rising and falling against him. Tony.
"I'm sorry." Loki finally choked out after what felt like ages. Tony chuckled and Loki was certain he was about to be pushed out of Tony's lap. Instead he was held tighter and Tony ran his hand through Loki's hair.
"You'll never understand, will you?" Tony said, his voice right in Loki's ear.
"Of course I don't understand. I never understand you." Loki breathed in Tony's scent, committing it to memory. Today had been too enjoyable. It only made sense that it would end in tragedy.
"That's because I don't want you to understand me. That wouldn't serve my purpose." Loki nodded, automatically accepting Tony's words. What good would it serve him for Loki to understand him? Loki was a killer after all. He'd attacked his home and planet.
"What purpose do I have to you? What purpose do I give you?" He prayed to the Norns that he still had a purpose, that he could make Tony remember why he first allowed Loki to stay.
"Don't pretend to be coy. You've always known what your purpose has been here." Tony trailed his hand down Loki's back before firmly grasping his backside. Loki grinded against Tony in response, but his advances were immediately rebuked. The god frowned, but hid his face against Tony's shoulder.
"I'm purposeless without you." Loki admitted, though it was no real confession since he was sure Tony was already aware of it.
"We're in agreement on that one, sweet cheeks." Tony rubbed Loki's back for a brief moment and the god practically purred. "That's sort of the reason we had our shopping trip today." Loki sniffled.
"I don't want a new purpose, if that's what you're getting at."
"I don't care what you want." Tony's voice was clipped, making Loki flinch. He'd overstepped his boundaries again, and at such a delicate moment too. The engineer sighed and pushed Loki backwards so he could view his face which was surely blotchy due to crying. Analytical eyes took in every detail, making Loki feel self conscious. "Damn you and your beautiful face for being so distracting." Tony swept his thumb over Loki's cheek, brushing away a drying tear. "I swear sometimes you cry just to distract me."
"No, I promise I don't." He was being honesty, yet was confused.
"You being the God of Lies makes it a bit difficult for me to believe you, not that this idle truth really matters." It was a criticism Loki had received many times before and found that it affected him more when it came from Tony. The engineer shook his head, dispelling a thought. "Alright, get off of me. Your proximity is distracting." Loki wiggled in Tony's lap with a sly grin as he moved to his side.
"Are you sure you don't want to be distracted?" Loki fiddled with the button to his pants, a clear invitation. Tony's hand shot out quickly, grabbing Loki by his neck and slamming him down into the couch.
"Do not try and manipulate me." The fury in Tony's voice was restrained, yet clear to Loki.
"I'm- sorry-" Loki's words were choked off. Tony loosened his grip before letting go and grabbing his glass of scotch. He took a sip and his anger subsided.
"Distractions, distractions." Tony mumbled casting his eyes to the side, looking at Loki who was still laid out awkwardly on the couch, gasping for air. "Fuck! I'm no moral pillar of society." That being said, Tony twisted around until he was hovering over the god. He tugged at Loki's fancy clothes, pushing his shirt up, revealing taut muscles and ivory skin. Loki hid his grin of triumph as Tony's tongue flicked out, tasting Loki's skin. Tony bit roughly on Loki's hip, making him buck upwards. For a brief moment Loki forgot the rules and ran his fingers through short brown hair. Tony grabbed his wrist. "No touching. Hold onto the armrest if you've really lost so much discipline since I last fucked you." Tony glared at him a moment longer before biting his hip again. Loki grabbed the armrest desperately. "Now be good while you serve your purpose."
"Tony," the god whispered, determined to prove to the engineer that he was still useful.
"I'm going to mark every inch of you. Bruise and use you. Flawless skin dotted with crescents, showing just a bit of the deprivation you hide so well." He brushed his thumb over Loki's nipple, a spot he hadn't known was erogenous until Tony had dedicated a session to playing with them. "You resilient bastard. I don't even have to hold back my strength. No matter how hard I sink my teeth in they never break the skin." He bit down hard on Loki's waist, growling as he did so. With the hand that wasn't holding Loki down Tony ripped open Loki's button up shirt. "You poor touch starved creature." Each word was accompanied with a rough nip, scattered across Loki's chest and abs. "A slow torture tonight, since you insist on distracting me."
Loki loved the painful stinging each time Tony marked him, the way he'd never salve his tongue over the fresh mark. He loved that when he started begging Tony grabbed him by his throat and made him shut up. His ribs, inner elbows, his palms- and then when Tony latched on to one of Loki's nipples the god let out a smothered shout.
"Music to my ears." Tony whispered, his breath fanning against Loki's raised skin. He moved up to the crook of Loki's neck, moving his hand to the side to bite him, then to his jaw and earlobe. He pulled away to look at the panting god.
"Tony," Loki begged, urging him on. In a quick move that made Loki flinch the engineer lightly nipped the tip of his nose before grinning darkly.
"Every inch of your mind and body is mine." Tony grabbed Loki's belt, unbuckling it quickly. "You really do look too tempting in that suit." He quickly stripped Loki down. "Much better. Less distracting like this. I've seen you naked way too many times. Only seen you in a suit a handful of times." Tony seemed to muse to himself before turning his attention back to the god. "You're much less impressive without the pretense of clothing." Tony moved backwards, settling himself between Loki's legs. "Every inch is mine." He lifted Loki's leg then bit his calf. "Seriously? Not fair. You laze around way too much to have such defined muscles." Loki smiled at the complement and Tony gave him a sharp glance before biting Loki's ankle. The god cringed, not having known how tender his Achilles tendon was until teeth were clamping down on it.
Loki hadn't even known he had a biting kink until Tony decided to create a tract of crescent marks up Loki's leg months ago. Actually, Loki figured, that anything could become a kink, so long as Tony was the one doing it to him.
He held tightly to the armrest as Tony continued his oral exploration. The engineer's mouth kept getting closer and closer to the place Loki wanted it most. Tony would never do that though, suck him off. That would be a gift to someone as low as Loki. Even if Tony was a giver Loki doubted he'd give that much.
That thought was proved correct when Tony flipped him over, peppering fresh bite marks across the span of back. Loki was left to grind against the cushions, just trying to get a bit more friction. He was surprised that Tony didn't make him stop, only making him pause when Tony decided to bite a parallel pattern on each of Loki's cheeks. The god let out a keening noise, his breath coming in pathetic little gasps as he had to remain still. Each bite pushed him against the cushions, urging him to seek relief. He knew that if he moved he'd probably get a swatting on his ass and bring Tony back to the subject that he'd been broaching before Loki distracted him with his body.
Thankfully Tony moved up to Loki's neck, allowing the god to rut against the couch. He knew he shouldn't bring himself to completion though. It would only serve to give Loki a quick release and annoy Tony. So Loki kept building himself up, reveling in the stinging bites, but never pushed himself over the edge, not even when Tony pulled on his hair and bit viciously into Loki's neck.
"A work of art. Jarvis, where's my cell phone? I want proper documentation." Tony said while getting off the couch, staring at Loki's prone form.
"It's on the bar, Sir." Jarvis informed him in a dull tone.
"You're a life saver, J." The AI didn't respond as Tony strolled over to his large collection of alcohol. His cell phone was carelessly lying on the bar from when Tony had grabbed a glass of scotch. He swiped it up before quickly accessing the camera.
Loki tried not to move as heard the clicking noise of the camera snapping pictures. He loved that Tony enjoyed his body so much, even when they weren't fucking.
Tony tilted Loki's chin up so that he was peaking over his sprawled out arms before taking another picture.
"Hmm, the older marks are already fading. How disappointing. On your back then." Rolled onto his back and Tony brushed a few strands of Loki's hair away from his face. It was a soft touch, much kinder than anything Loki was used to. "What are you embarrassed? Don't avert your gaze. How are people going to know it's you in the photo if they can't see your face?" Loki glared at the camera. "Kitty's got claws."
"Only you would find me desirable as such. What would be the point of sharing?" He tried to sound confident as he spoke, but the amused look Tony was giving him made it clear it wasn't working.
"Oh Bambi. So naïve. When they see the photo they'll all laugh which will turn you on more than ever before, which will turn me on. It will be a great fuck. You'll see." Tony snapped another photo as he spoke, nonchalant as can be. "You know I'm right."
Loki bit his own lip, because yes, he knew Tony was right, yet he still did not want everyone to see him so vulnerable. Besides that, it would draw attention to the fact that he was free which would mean countless would join in on hunting him down.
Anything he said against Tony's plan would only encourage him though. Instead he just shifted his hips purposefully, drawing the engineer's attention to them.
"Distractions, distractions." Tony mumbled while taking another picture. He tossed his phone onto one of the recliners. "You've been rather talkative today. Let's put that mouth to better use."
"Anything you want." Loki said while sitting himself up. He moistened his lips and enjoyed the flash of lust in Tony's eyes.
"You have to stop saying that to me. One of these days I'm going to tell you to do something and you're not going to like it. You'll hesitate and that will only serve to piss me off." Tony brushed aside Loki's long legs, sitting in the freshly vacated spot. Loki read the engineer's posture and moved so that he was kneeling in front of him.
It was one of Loki's biggest fears, Tony telling him to leave, but to offer him less than anything and everything sounded ungrateful in his own ears. Loki would keep saying it even if he didn't want to accept the possibility that he was putting himself in a corner.
He brushed those thought aside and wordlessly began undoing Tony's jeans. The engineer hummed in approval and leaned back his head on the couch. Loki took a brief moment to admire him. So relaxed despite being in the hands of a madman.
Loki gave Tony a few tentative strokes, dragging this out a bit before dipping his head down. Tony liked it when Loki was messy, ineloquent, taking as much of him in at once. Burying his nose in messy curls as he swallowed and gulped salaciously. Strong fingers fisted in Loki's hair, both hands taking control, driving him deeper and faster. He pretended to choke, causing his throat to flutter. Tony pinched Loki's nose and the god had to gasp for air around the engorged cock. His throat was beginning to burn and his eyes water, but he didn't stop his bobbing.
Tony moaned loudly. He was lasting much longer than usual. Through watery eyes Loki glanced up and realized why. He was so startled that he actually did choke, trying to pull away only to be driven back down again. Loki quickly got control of himself just before Tony came. He gulped down, while glaring at Ms. Potts as she kissed Tony deeply, her hand down his shirt, fingers tracing the rim of the arc reactor.
"Pepper," Tony moaned while pushing away Loki. "Welcome home." He pulled Pepper over the back of the couch and into his arms.
"Looks like I missed all the fun." Pepper said while pulling up his shirt.
"Hardly. You know my tongue is good for more than just talking." Tony pushed aside Loki with his foot.
"Bedroom?" She asked while Loki moved silently backwards.
"A wonderful idea." Tony pulled on his jeans before standing, his hand in Pepper's. Loki watched as they disappeared around the corner before gathering up his clothing. He wasn't certain if he was relieved or not. Now Tony would be thoroughly distracted from the idea of letting him go, but it also left Loki alone, naked, and scared of what was to come.
He was also pissed off with himself. Of course Tony didn't buy him all those suits just because he liked to see Loki in them. The engineer had to have another reason, a reason that had to do with getting rid of Loki.
Ms. Potts high pitched moans reached Loki's ears, breaking him out of his own thoughts. He put his clothes back on, performing a quick spell to replace the buttons Tony had broken on his shirt before he headed to the kitchen.
A post –coitus dinner for them then. Perhaps that would buy Loki a bit more time at Tony's side.