Chapter 10
~*Possessive*~
It had happened several times but the one with the Wendigo was the most significant.
Loki sometimes entertained the cynical thought that it could fit some low budget love-crap/action movie where the hero realizes that he's jealous but then denies the fact with his every breath. Except that Loki didn't know such feeling as jealousy. Maybe once when he could never get the toys Thor got on the first whim but that was an entirely different story. Different times, different people.
Once in a blue moon Tony was generous and actively participated on the hunters' side and sent a message to Loki with a place and meeting time now with the additional info of 'Wendigo' and 'dress up'. It was a bit unusual but worse things had come in these short messages, especially when the demon managed to drink himself under the table.
Loki had some troubles with the dressing up part, since a demon tore his opera suit jacket into shreds along with his favourite and best shirt the last month and since his job didn't pay so well (he refused to touch the money on his account from Stark Industries, only reserved for times when he had no cent at all otherwise) he couldn't get a new one yet. And he had more dignity than to ask for a suit from Tony. He won't give him the entertainment! Loki could take care of himself just fine. It was far enough relying on Tony's words that he hadn't set his foot out of New York since their little chat about angels.
He checked his attire in the bathroom mirror; the cleaned fitted suit he usually wore when he had to play fed, a crispy white shirt with the first two buttons undone – he lost his tie in one or other five-star hotel room, it was a bit hard to remember when and where. Tony always complained that he should put some permanent mark on Loki's neck because it was irking him how other people kept on ogling and drooling when Loki wore shirts that revealed the long line of his neck and jaw. So maybe Tony was right and wherever he was going people would forgive him for the lack of waistcoat, tie and who-knows-what-else snobs wore these days.
At the given place and time the Stark limo arrived; inside Tony gave him a hardly readable look – Loki caught it to be partly appreciative then turned slightly amused as Loki's expression remained unimpressed; then there was hunger, desire and something Loki couldn't find the proper name for, but it was something on the dark side of possessive.
"Why exactly do I need to dress up to hunt down a wendigo?" Loki asked casually and took the glass Tony offered him. "It's a bit too classy for a trip in the woods, don't you agree?"
Tony just smiled and knocked back his scotch. Were he a human he'd make a fine drunkard. "There are those rare times when wendigos come to the big towns."
"I've never heard of such things," Loki frowned.
"They don't really come on their own per se… There are some collectors – as in everything – and some of them are hungry to get their own little monster. I don't even know why. Anyway. There's an auction tonight, that's where we are going right now."
"How do you know about it? Is there an automatic invitation to all the money-bags or demons in the upper classes?"
"I'm a specially honoured guest for the auction's cover, which I don't really plan on attending, and yes, I'm known as a collector myself. However, I usually only participate to bid the prices unreasonably higher. "
Loki hummed. That seemed just like Tony, but there were other questions intriguing him.
"How did they catch a wendigo? They are the perfect hunters, stronger, faster than people and usually smarter. They don't really like being pulled out of their nests."
"A bunch of hunters caught one during its winter slumber so it was quite frozen in place. They are lucky now and then."
"I'm sorry, but I still fail to see why I am needed here?"
"Come on Princess, it's obvious. I don't want a wendigo in my city. You know what people are like and even though much bigger and snappish wendigos aren't that much different from a goldfish when their owners grow bored of them."
Yes, that would come with horrible consequences. Not that Loki cared that much, but that would mean a flock of hunters and he really didn't need lectures on his ethics. Or the lack of them.
"You could easily buy it you know," Loki said crossing his arms over his chest. He accepted the terms and his mind was already conjuring up a plan, it was just easier to think when Tony talked. Who said Loki was bad at adapting to new situations? It was quite necessary if he wanted to keep sane next to a hallucination that was totally unfamiliar with the concept of silence.
"Not that I couldn't, but it's just too much trouble. I don't want to get my hands dirty. I have enough trouble hunting down and buying hex books before these jerks. I wouldn't mind if I could skip playing nice with these ass hats and not even breathe the same stinky air as them."
"Do you want a medal on your way out?" Loki asked dryly.
Tony chuckled as he exited the car, "Do whatever you want with it," he called back over his shoulder, "as long as you don't set it free in NY."
By this time Loki knew exactly what he was going to do with it.
The fact that he couldn't bring his gun inside with him and he only got his knife passed with a little trick that required Tony's help made things a bit difficult, but in the end Loki managed to carry along his plan. Loki lay in wait patiently like the hunter he was until most of the bidders got out for a breather, and just before the showcase cage of the wendigo rolled onto the podium Tony slipped away too.
The hassle among the crowd piqued the interest of the dazed wendigo but it didn't have enough time to realize the two hunters headed his way. Loki on the other hand quickly sized up that she could be of help; her gunshot was the one that set all the moneybags flying out in a frenzy through the door so Loki could skip the later likely to become very uncomfortable situations when he'd become wanted for slitting a few millionaire's throats. They tackled the monster to the ground of its cage – it was stiff and cold under Loki's weight, they probably kept it under ice. He stabbed the wooden spike he could easily get through the detector in the middle of the wendigo's chest and poured oil all over it. The brunette hunter barked an order to get off! and fired her flare gun setting the monster on fire.
Crawling to his feet outside the cage Loki looked at the woman incredulous, "How did you get these guns through the guards?"
She didn't even crack a satisfied smile and for some reason it irritated Loki. Maybe because he was so used to the sight?
"Never underestimate women," she said and stepped back to give Loki some space from the scorching corpse of the wendigo that was missing one of its hands.
Loki just quirked a sceptical eyebrow. He had the suspicion that she was more like Natasha's kind who'd threaten to break the guard's windpipe if he doesn't let her through.
"Maria Hill," she introduced herself with a curt nod.
"Loki Liesmith," he reciprocated the gesture and it didn't slip past him how Hill's eyes narrowed at the mention of his name.
"I had to realize the man you were sitting with," she said and cautiously took up a posture ready to attack, her knuckles whitening around the gun's handle in the semi darkness, "Does he happen to be a demon? His red eyes only didn't glow in the dark."
"His eyes were just a bit inflamed," Loki lied smoothly with a small chuckle, "He doesn't like eye-drops, so it happens quite often, he works a lot in front of the computer screen."
"You are crazy," she spat.
"Aren't we all in the job?" Loki asked with a sly smirk, "It takes one, spotting all the horrendous monsters in every murder case. I see demons in everyone too. Don't get me started on how many unsavoury situations that got me into. I'm wanted in Minnesota and Georgia too because of this craze."
She eyed Loki with unhampered suspicion looking for signs of lies, but Loki wasn't called Liesmith for no reason.
"Shoot me and you'd scratch a name off the wanted list of six states," Loki offered turning toward her fully, offering an easy target.
Her greatest mistake was to trust Loki on his words. She wasn't the only one, and to her credits she was just faking trust but even that little act cost Maria Hill her life. She didn't even have time to start her fling to put the barrel of her gun to Loki's chest when he already stabbed her in the neck. A second later she dropped dead to Loki's feet.
She meant trouble and threat. First rule of life: cut-out any threat to your life. Target No.1 Tony Stark. Elimination in progress. Target No.2 any other kind of monsters that pissed him off or couldn't side step. No.3 other hunters who couldn't keep to themselves. Maria Hill belonged to this latter group of people. It should be frightening how easily Loki killed her in cold blood, as if she was nothing but another nightmare. She reached the end of her value. She should have left while she could without a word.
Not casting a second glance back he left her corpse to burn with the wendigo after he checked that the monster's cut off hand was still hidden in his inner pocket. It was a bit uncomfortable as the thick blood filtered through the fabric but he wasn't in the mood to care. He felt cold inside. Cold and dark and that feeling just gained some wicked satisfied undertone as he wrenched the gun out of the guard's hand and shot him with his own pistol. Poor guy. Newby on his worst possible day.
As he stepped into the trade-room separated from all other parts of the auction venue Loki wasn't prepared for the volcano of emotions that erupted in his chest and for the scorching lava of fury that rushed to his head so quickly. It burnt up all sense he'd had, devouring everything in its wake and leaving a stony surface of liquid fire.
Tony was lounging about in this other room; he leant back to the wall tilting his hips out in a seductive way that always made Loki growl, a sweet dangerous smile on his lips and challenge in his lust-dazed hooded eyes. He was engaged in a hushed conversation with a tall, handsome blond man in a checked suit whose smile matched a shark's as he leant intimately close into Tony's personal space, down to his ear whispering something that made the demon chuckle darkly. When the man shifted his weight so that he was now only an inch away from pressing Tony up the wall with his body Loki snapped.
He swept through the room and faster than a flash of lightning he pressed the gun to the nape of the man and pulled the trigger without a second thought. He didn't care if this stranger was a victim to Tony's poisonous charm, he couldn't sense it, end of story.
The bang echoed through the empty room and the heavy body fell to the ground with a thud. Tony's eyebrow was about to arch in question but Loki wasn't done here just yet.
He grabbed the lapels of Tony's jacket and yanked him forward just to crash him up the wall where the dead body wasn't in his way anymore. With a grunt all air rushed out of Tony's lungs and before he could take a breath Loki attacked his mouth ferocious and all teeth. It wasn't that much of a kiss as a desperate need to get it through that it wasn't only Tony who laid claim on Loki, but also the other way around. His tongue broke through the fence of Tony's teeth catching taste of that intangible dark power that Loki came to identify with the demon.
They fought for dominance but it was only half-hearted on Tony's part Loki knew it well, but he didn't care. He carded one hand through the short dark hair unconsciously searching for the horns, just to know if it was real or if he was going to wake up gasping and hard yet again alone. He yanked the demon's head back and tearing their mouths apart with a vicious bite he quickly moved to the taut skin of golden brown throat.
He sunk his teeth into the tendons of Tony's neck sucking in the glorious moan he made.
Tony's hands shifted from the hold he had on Loki's jacket, but as soon as Loki felt the exploring fingers searching for a good hold on his waist to turn the tables Loki pushed the tip of his gun between two of the other's ribs, a deep groan erupting from the back of his throat and quickly reattached himself to Tony's wicked mouth.
In the end he had to break their kiss for air but pressed the gun to Tony's throat as a warning.
"Give me a good reason not to shoot you like that other bastard." Loki hissed.
Tony licked his bruised red lips and a lazy smile graced his face.
"How'd you receive your payment otherwise?"
Taking advantage of Loki's momentary confusion Tony easily sank to his knees and put his hands to the hunter's hips casually hooking his fingers in the belt-loops. The moment he acknowledged where it might be going Loki quickly replaced his weapon now pressing it to Tony's mouth. He watched with narrowed eyes how easy it was to nudge the metal between those dangerous lips.
Tony cracked a smile and his tongue slipped teasingly along the tip licking off the taste of gunpowder and fire, his eyes swarmed darker than the deepest shade of red – and Loki made the fatal mistake of gazing into them too long. As if the friction of his slacks hadn't been enough on his already half-hard erection from the moment the possessive thrill started to sing in his veins!
With a litany of curses he slammed his fist into the wall and Tony immediately dove into action.
Loki would never be able to forget Tony's wet and hot mouth, the way the muscles of his throat flexed around him; the way his hair felt in his grip forcing his cock even deeper down, hungry for more and the way Tony gave it to him anything and everything – Tilting his head to offer a better angle and the delicious depth of the hot cavern of his mouth. When Loki hit the back of his throat he lost it with a loud moan and then Tony just let Loki fuck his mouth. He surrendered, only placed his hands lightly on the back of Loki's thighs, his palms burning the skin, marking the tensing muscles, but they didn't restrict Loki at all.
Tony gave up all control over the pace and depth of the thrusts, only his tongue danced on the underside of the hunter's dick to tease him closer and closer to completion, then Tony swallowed just when Loki thrust deepest and that was enough to send him toppling over the edge and into the blissful void of his orgasm.
Lately Loki had no problem with the remorse for killing other people. He was a hunter and the corpses in his wake were collateral damage – people who chose to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Strangers.
The blowjob he also wouldn't call a problem. Never. Tony wasn't boasting in vain, it was the best blowjob he ever received and the need to punch Tony in that smugly grinning mouth was dimmed by the pleasure that still ran its rounds in his veins. The lustful flare in his groin though, to see blood mingled with his cum on those lips just pulled out the delightful effect.
No, the troubles came when he had to leave.
As soon as he managed to think straight, he decided he'd saunter amongst the policemen rather than finding out which backdoor lead out to which alley. Tony of course disappeared, damn him!, so he couldn't hope for an easy ride out.
With his dishevelled looks and the dazed gleam in his eyes the carefully chosen police officer he bumped into pointed him in the direction of a cadet who was gathering some data from the witnesses. He smiled faintly at the man and signalled that he was already done just had to go back for something and quickly slipped into the darkness. Just as smoothly as not entirely an hour later he got the keys of another motel room in the outskirts of this monstrous city. He just dumped his bag at the foot of his bed, tossed the wendigo's cut hand covered in an icepack into the fridge – who knows when he could use it as payment for precious information, since witches was sometimes easier to buy than kill – and threw himself onto the bed.
"Come on Princess, at least say something!"
On his way here Loki didn't even bother to turn on the radio in his car –
"It gets really disheartening if you ignore someone for so long –"
After the past half hour it was the first time Tony started talking again to try and reason with Loki after his first attempts had failed in the previous motel and couldn't get the hunter to lose his cool. Loki was honestly close to snap when Tony decided to sit on his bag, and if Loki wanted to keep up the act that he wasn't seeing the horny demon he couldn't just shove him off the bed. He was also close to breaking point when Tony started to draw parallels between his and the demons' behaviour and lack of remorse after killing a few dozen of people, but luckily Tony lost his patience first and threw his hands up in the air with an irritated whine about Loki being boring.
In the end he rode shotgun next to Loki and launched into singing. The hunter would usually try and tune off his voice by turning on the radio, which most of the times resulted in a race of volumes, Tony singing louder until he couldn't outbellow the radio, than all of a sudden it would all die and Tony would come out victorious. But this time Loki won over him.
"- I know it's your way of showing affection – acting ignorant and an ass but it's so childish, don't you think?-"
Loki silently waited massaging his forehead when Tony would grow bored again enough to start singing.
Loneliness played the nastiest and cruellest tricks with the mind, but who said Loki couldn't enjoy it? For the whole first ten minutes of Tony singing one song on repeat Loki could tune it out for about twenty minutes. Then Tony realized he wasn't listening at all and would start another song even louder than before and pouncing onto his chest just to get his attention back and make Loki jump out of his skin.
A/N: I feel inclined to stop posting here right now, because the rest is still unbeta'd and I would like to wait at least as long as I finish another once over with the last 7 chapters. I'll post them as soon as I do that and then edit the chapters when my beta finishes her part. But if you really want to know the rest you can find it on tumblr.
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