"It does." A smug grin split Tony's face and he sat on his couch, taking a deep breath. "Ah, it smells like wet paint."

"Yes, such an enticing smell. If you don't mind me, I'll be in my room."

"What? Why? Is it the walls? Cause I can get them painted green with little reindeers."

"I wish to bathe, Anthony." The trickster shot back, not liking the comment at all. Green he could have lived with, but if he ever saw a blasted reindeer he would kill it and its entire kin.

Deciding that a shower sounded pretty good, Tony stood and went to his own bathroom. Hot water rolled along his skin and it felt so good. He closed his eyes, letting his mind go blank until all he could hear was the sound of water against the tile floor. The playboy hummed in relief, not bothering to open his eyes even when he felt cold hands against his skin. The slid up along his chest slowly until reaching his shoulders, and the brunette felt a little smile curl his lips.

"Anthony." A breathy whisper reached his ears, and Tony felt those pale lips against his neck. He reached out, wrapping his arms in the air and smacking his face against the shower wall. He yelped loudly and stepped back, only to slip and fall flat on his back.

"JARVIS!"

Yes sir?

He didn't respond. Tony sat there in his shower completely shocked. Angry at what he once found so comforting, Tony turned off the water and got out, quickly drying himself off. That wasn't funny, and though he knew no one had actually seen him, he couldn't shake the feeling that JARVIS was laughing.

"Remind me to get some of those no-slip mats for the shower."

Of course sir. Shall I order it in red or gold?

"Don't get cute." Tony dressed and stomped out of his room. His eyes fell on a clearly amused looking Loki, who sat on the new couch with a book in his hands.

"Just what were you doing in there?"

"You little…! How did you get into my bathroom?"

"I was nowhere near your quarters Anthony, I was in my own room. If you don't believe me, you could always check your cameras."

He hated the smugness in Loki's words, and if it hadn't been for the fact that he was powerless, Tony would have continued his argument. But unless Loki was also a ninja he doubted the man could get in and out of the bathroom that fast. Tony growled annoyed and flopped down on the other couch, his nose throbbing.

"By the way, just why did you think I'd snuck into your bathroom?"

Shit. Tony looked at Loki, the impish man sporting a devilish grin of curiosity.

"Well?"

"I thought you went in there to trip me."

"Is that so? And why would I waste my time on such a thing? I didn't even realize you'd actually managed to fall in your own shower."

The playboy frowned childishly and Loki laughed at his reaction.

"That wasn't funny! Look at the bruise on my face!"

"Evidence that perhaps you need someone to watch over you while you bathe."

"Really? Well since you're the only one here why don't you do it?"

He wasn't expecting this. Loki's amused smile turned into a playful grin.

"If you insist."

Sleep was a cruel thing. Especially when it came and went at such horrible times. Tony lay on his bed for the better part of the night just staring at the wall. He didn't dare close his eyes, not if it meant he'd have another hallucination. Not that he was bothered much by them, but he was starting to become paranoid. What if Loki was standing right outside his room listening? Now he knew how the trickster felt when he found those cameras. The brunette groaned and turned over on his back with a defeated sigh. He was only so lucky he wouldn't be that busy tomorrow. Calloused hands ran over his face, rubbing on his tired eyes. He wouldn't fall asleep. He wouldn't dream. Mind made up, Tony stood and went into the kitchen to make coffee. He would just take a really long nap tomorrow. Dark coffee spewed out of the coffee maker, and he just knew it was going to taste rancid. But if it kept him awake, that was all that mattered. Tony shook his head, trying to keep himself from dozing. What was wrong with him? Why was he having dreams like that? He tried to think of something logical to explain it, but nothing came to mind. First his little incident in the shower, and now he couldn't sleep. He'd had his eyes closed no more than ten minutes when he started fantasizing about Loki. The trickster was riding him like a prized horse, moaning and whimpering so deliciously. It took Tony a while to realize that not only was he dreaming, but he'd also started to moan in his sleep. The brunette sat up in bed and noticed the growing tightness in his briefs. Great. But it wasn't until he heard Loki knock on the door that he'd really worried.

"Anthony? Is something wrong?"

"No! I was just…My head still hurts, I'm fine!" Please buy it and go away, please buy it and go away. Not convinced, Loki went back to his room and stayed awake for a little, listening for any more strange noises. When he heard none, he let himself go back to sleep.

Tony's coffee maker made a soft beep as the last drop of caramel energy fell into the pot. He served himself some coffee and added plenty of sugar. Can't fall asleep if you're buzzed. It seemed to do the trick. Tony downed about five cups of coffee and nestled himself on the couch to watch a movie. Something with plenty of explosions and enough make out sessions to give any nerd a boner. The brunette watched about three movies, each containing more sex than the other. And his mind wouldn't hold still. Each time the couple had their fun, he'd see himself and Loki on the screen, and after a while he just let his imagination run wild.

"Tony, mmh!"

"Hah, you feel amazing." Cool hands ventured across his skin, a devious smirk on Loki's lips as he moved his hips. Black hair clung to Loki's forehead and neck, his shaky breath against Tony's neck. The playboy squeezed Loki's ass in his hands, groaning as he felt the trickster's body tighten around his member.

"Ha, ahn! Tony!"

"You wanna cum already Loki?"

They shared a searing kiss before Tony finally climaxed inside the trickster. Loki threw his head back as he reached orgasm, his seed spilling all over the playboy's chest. After a moment the high passed, and the two men lay there on the bed, spent and breathing heavily.

It was warm when he woke up in the morning. Tony snuggled into the comfort, a stupid smile on his lips before he dared open his eyes. He was in his room? But how? He knew he'd gone to the living room last night. The playboy's smile turned into a puzzled frown as he sat up suddenly. The room spun and Tony fell back against his pillows with a groan.

"I see you've not yet decided to die." Tony looked up and saw Loki walk into his room, the trickster elegantly dressed as always. He sat on the bed and looked at Tony blankly, though it was clear his eyes wanted to laugh.

"What happened?"

"I should be asking you. How are you feeling?"

"Fine, I guess. Just a little dizzy. And hungry. How did I get in my room?"

"I had to drag you back here after I found you on the couch last night."