A/N: A little something for your weekend. If you enjoy it a third as much as Steve does, I will be very happy.

Disclaimer: Marvel owns these characters. Thor owns the power of lightning. (Zeus & Jupiter do, too, but they have their own mythologies and aren't relevant to this story.)

And now...Saturday: Part the Third

Loki steps out of the bathroom rubbing his wrists. He is still naked. Steve is sitting on the bed, holding the sketchpad and watching him. The soldier is still wearing pajama bottoms. Loki sits next to him.

"What now, Darling?"

"How are your arms?"

"They'll recover." He gently takes the sketchpad from Steve's hands and looks at the latest charcoal drawing. "This is stunning. You have real talent."

"Thanks." He's given the sketchpad back and immediately places it on the nightstand. "Loki?"

"Yes, Steve."

"Why did you choose me?"

"Because I wanted you. I thought I had made that quite clear the first night I visited."

"You did, but…Why?"

Loki smiles. "Have you not looked in a mirror lately? How could I resist?"

"But how could you be sure I'd agree?"

"I couldn't. I took a chance."

"And if I had refused? If I had instead tried to take you in?"

"I would have left, gone to another world." Green eyes search the soldier's face. "Why the sudden interest?"

Blue eyes turn to him. "Everyone sees me as this…innocent, highly moral, too good guy. No one else thinks me capable of…darkness, complexity…except you. How did you know?"

"I didn't. I hoped." He knows that isn't enough for his lover. "I saw your courage when we fought. Afterwards, I saw you take on a god and a man wearing a flying metal suit with nothing more than a shield. I saw you lead, and I saw your strength. Most importantly, I saw your eyes. There was a depth to them that…" Loki looks away. "I hoped your sense of justice would compel you to punish me if I asked correctly. I prayed the act of punishing me would arouse you and arouse you enough to break through your moral qualms." He smiles wistfully. "You did not disappoint." He looks back into those blue depths. "Do you hate me?"

Steve kisses his lover in answer. There is a shared need that creates a hunger that travels through the soldier's body. They fall back onto the bed. The Captain pulls the god on top of him. The kisses continue wet and wanting until Loki's head is gently pushed away.

"What would you have me do, Captain?" Realizing his mistake, Loki closes his eyes and says, "Forgive me." He opens them again. "What would you have me do, Darling?"

"Show me what Thor taught you."

Loki smiles. "I'll return in a moment." He retrieves the anal beads, the lubricant, and a condom. Returning to Steve, he holds the beads where they can be seen. The Trickster then makes a show of putting the condom on the sex toy. "In case you ever wish to use them on me," he explains before laying it on the bed.

"My brother has had many lovers," the god begins. He runs a hand through Steve's blond hair.

The soldier's eyes close as his sensation travels over his scalp. He begins to relax.

"There are touches that calm." He continues to play with the soldier's hair. "And there are touches that arouse." He runs his tongue over Steve's ear. "Calm," he repeats as he runs a hand down the side of his lover's face. "Arouse." Loki licks his fingers and brushes them lightly over the Captain's nipple a few times. It immediately hardens from the stimulations.

"What else, Kitten?" Steve breathes.

The god takes Steve's arm. He runs his fingers along the inside of the soldier's elbow. "It is the same with kisses." He touches his lips tenderly to where his fingers just were. He kisses it again, gently touching his tongue to the skin. The lips part a bit more with the next one, suckling slightly on the vein running down the elbow's center. The fourth kiss is not so much a kiss as a mouth hungrily licking and sucking at Steve's flesh. Loki feels fingers on the back of his head, keeping his ministrations just where they are.

Steve's breath is deepening. His eyes have been opened since the second kiss, and he watches Loki. The sight of the god excites him as much as the physical attentions to his arm. "What else?" he prompts.

Loki looks up at him and smiles wickedly. Steve's heart skips a beat. "Kiss me," the soldier commands. The god complies happily and runs a hand over the strong, muscular chest. Steve pulls him closer. The Trickster pulls away slightly and lets his mouth wonder away from the soldier's lips.

The kisses, accentuated by tongue and teeth, travel slowly beneath Steve's chin and then down and across his throat.

Loki pulls away. His green eyes find and hold deep blue ones. He hovers his hand about an inch over Steve's chest and summons his magic. The soldier's skin begins to tingle with an electric charge. Tiny bolts of lightening jump from the god's hand to the flesh beneath it.

"Oh, God," Steve gasps. His body has never felt so…alive. It's like a tickle only more sensual, emanating out from the spot where Loki's hand lingers. "Lower," he breathes.

The Trickster smiles and slowly moves his hand down the chest and over the stomach in a zigzag motion, never actually touching the skin beneath. He stops only when he gets to the waistband of the artist's pants.

Steve is breathing heavily now, his erection aching to be touched. "Bring it back," he groans when the electric near contact leaves him.

"I will, Darling," Loki responds as he tugs on the pajama pants, "once we're rid of these obtrusive trousers." He gets them off then takes a moment to drink in the sight of the naked body, so toned and smooth. The god licks his lips then places his hand over the soldier's left knee.

The tingling starts again, making Steve sigh in pleasure. His right knee begins to react, too. He lifts his head and notices that Loki is now using both hands to deliver the mini lightning storms that are making his knees hum. The hands move up his inner thighs. The soldier's hands tightly grasp the covers beneath him as a moan wells up from his chest. Just as he begins to think he might come before his cock is ever touched, the hands leave him. "Damn it, Loki."

Loki is spreading lubricant on the condom covering the anal beads. It takes only a moment. Then he kneels before his lover and drapes one of the artist's legs over each of his shoulders. He moves forward, making Steve bend at the waist. The Trickster makes his tongue rough and laps at the erection beneath him.

"Oh, God. Oh, Kitten," Steve moans just before the first two beads are pushed into him. He immediately tenses up with a soft cry.

"Relax, Darling," the Trickster sighs. He hovers his left hand over the soldier's cock and summons the mini lightning storm back.

Steve's begins to roll his hips, trying to gain contact with the palm that remains just out of reach, the palm that's stimulating him beyond reason.

Loki guides more of the beads into his lover's anus. He watches transfixed as Steve begins to writhe.

"Loki," the artist groans. "Loki…Kitten…Oh my Kitten." The rest of the anal beads are thrust into him, and he moans for his God. Steve can't take much more of this. His head is swimming. He can feel nothing but the electricity radiating over his cock and the now welcome intrusion up his ass. "Longer. Make it last longer."

The god moves his left hand up and over his lover's naval. He keeps the fingers of his right hand curled around the ring of the anal beads. It's important he pulls them out at the right moment. His mouth and tongue occupy themselves with an inner thigh.

Steve is still moving his hips up and down as though slowly fucking something next to Loki's head.

"Shall I finish you now, Darling? Or do you wish to prolong this?"

"Longer. Longer," he repeats. But when he feels the god's mouth back on his inner thigh, he groans, "No. My balls. Suck…my balls."

Loki does as he's told. His mouth envelops Steve's testicles. He gently caresses them with his tongue, eliciting the most alluring moans from the Captain. After a long while, the god hums, and Steve tenses, his brow furrowing in concentration.

"Finish me. Finish me, Kitten."

The god moves his left hand back over Steve's cock. The little bolts of lightning begin to strike the wet tip and top part of the shaft.

Back arching, mouth open in a shuddering moan, the artist's orgasm begins. The anal beads are pulled out, stimulating the nerve endings all around his anus. "Oh, God!" he cries as his sperm shoots against Loki's hand. "Oh great and merciful God! Yes! Oh, Kitten, yes! Yes!"

Loki ends the magic and pulls away. He waits for Steve to finish in a series of heaving yeses before quietly cleaning up. The condom is thrown in the trash. His hands are washed. The anal beads are put in the duffel bag. A towel is used to clean the spent artist who is still trying to catch his breath. Loki lies next to him.

"Are you pleased, Darling?"

"That was…That was…" Steve searches his mind for the right words, but there are none to describe how he feels or what he felt.

"That was what Thor taught me. And now I've shown you."

The artist looks into his lover's brilliant green eyes. "You're mine."

"I'm yours," Loki agrees.

"No one else's."

"No one else's. Only yours."

Steve nods. He looks seriously at Loki. "The anal beads…Is that what it's like when I…?"

"…Give me anal relations?" he offers smiling. "No," the god says with a small shake of his head. "The stimulation is constant, in and out, over and over. And there are nerve endings deeper inside that when struck create immense pleasure. And you strike them in a way no one else ever has." He runs a thumb across Steve's cheek. "I'd much rather have your cock inside me than those beads. You fill me like no other."

The artist reaches up and covers Loki's hand with his own. "I don't know what this is."

"It's whatever we wish it to be – a beautiful dream…the only reality…your art…my world…nothing…everything. What does it matter as long as we're together?"

They kiss. Steve takes Loki in his arms. "Well, one thing's for sure. I'm never going to be able to look at Thor the same way again. He must have been very popular with the dames if he made them feel anything like I just did."

"Indeed, though I'd prefer it if we didn't talk about my brother while we're both naked."

The artist smiles. "You called him your brother."

"A slip of the tongue."

That makes the artist smile wider. "What an image-filled turn of phrase that is. 'A slip of the tongue.'" He looks into green eyes. "Shall I slip you my tongue?"

It is Loki's turn to smile. "Yes, please."

Steve places his lips over the god's and gently slides his tongue into his lover's mouth. The kisses are unhurried, giving. They are accompanied by soft sighs and relaxed muscles.

Loki pulls away slowly and lays his head on the soldier's broad chest. "What now, my Darling?"

"Now, little Kitten, now we appreciate the moment." Steve kisses the top of his lover's head and pulls the covers on top of them. Warm in each other's embrace, they quietly drift into a well-deserved nap.