A/N: Firstly, yeah, I was interested enough in this chapter to get it done quickly. And I hope it makes up for the two shitty ones leading up to it.
Secondly, a warning for sex. I thought it'd say it, even though I know at least a few of you are only reading this because this was tagged 'smut' and you're a bunch of perverts. But I thought I'd say it. Also, I apologise for my poor smut-writing skills.
Chapter 20: Point of no return
Tony took a shower to rinse the feeling of plane off himself before he decided to get room service with Loki. They had to eat, especially Loki; Tony was sure he'd been eating less recently, which was a worry.
Knocking on the door, Tony said "Hey, can I come in?"
"It's a free - well, it's a semi-free country, I suppose," Loki replied smoothly.
Tony pushed open the door to see Loki sitting on the bed, idly brushing out his freshly cleaned and dried hair.
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, what do you want for dinner?" Tony said with a smirk.
"Anything," Loki answered idly as he focused on his black mane.
Getting closer, Tony noticed that Loki looked more stressed than he had half an hour ago. He was paler, if that was possible, and the dark shadows under his eyes had deepened.
"I don't speak the language, and unless you suddenly want to reveal that you speak yet another language, I'm going to order two of the first thing on this menu," Tony said, wiggling the card on Loki's bedside table.
"Go for it," Loki said. "My appetite has faded a little."
Tony called for the food and then sat there in silence for a few moments as Loki finished tidying his hair and then just started staring at the wall, his vivid green eyes a little unfocused.
"Loki?" Tony said cautiously. "Are you okay?"
"Well enough," Loki answered. "My confidence on missions has taken a slight beating."
"You'll be right back to walking over the corpses of your enemies in no time," Tony said as reassuringly as possible.
Loki's eyes flickered around the room, intentionally not looking at Tony.
Their food arrived in fairly good time and they ate in silence, at least until Tony starting dropping noodles on the floor when he tried using chopsticks for the hell of it.
A fondly exasperated look came over Loki's face and the merc leaned over to correct how Tony was holding them.
Evidently Loki was all about the mixed signals that day.
Once they'd finished, they made some small talk about strategy and working together that was fairly nonconsequential, and Tony felt like he was intruding on Loki just by existing. But then the spy would genuinely smile or look cheery for just a moment, like he'd been doing more and more recently.
"Pixie, I may not have one of your fancy psychology degrees, but I have a friendship token - or I like to think I do - and that means you can vomit your emotions all over me, y'know?" Tony said.
"Friendship token?" Loki asked amusedly.
"I mean, I'm not here as your employer," Tony went on. "I don't pay my drivers to beat up crimelords. I'm here as your friend to help you get to an enemy."
"At the moment, you're not my employer," Loki clarified, and Tony nodded.
It took a moment, but then Tony caught where Loki was going with that.
They kind of looked at each other for a moment, and Tony wondered if this was Loki reconsidering all his professional ethics in the name of having sex with Tony Stark in a hotel room in Urumqi.
His eyes flicked to Loki's bed where they were sitting and then back up to Loki before something broke and Loki buried his hands in Tony's t-shirt, pulling him closer and pressing their lips together.
It felt like an electric shock, when their lips finally touched, Loki pulling him close. This was right.
Tony responded immediately, his hands moving to Loki's hips, brushing his tongue against Loki's bottom lip. In a moment, Loki had taken control, his tongue in Tony's mouth and his dextrous hand tangling in his hair.
This fucked-up, imperfect guy is amazing, Tony thought, loosing a slight moan from the back of his throat as Loki did something clever with his mouth that made warmth slip down Tony's spine.
Feeling a need to hold his own, Tony let one of his hands explore Loki's back under his t-shirt, feeling soft skin and lean muscle and eventually ribs - poor fucker - as the other slid down to Loki's ass for a good grope.
Loki pulled away for a moment, his lips red and wet as he appraised Tony.
"You're beautiful," Tony said, immediately feeling stupid for sounding like a lovesick teen.
"I'm-" Loki began, before changing his mind. "As are you, Tony. Lie back."
Tony leaned back to rest his weight on his elbows, wondering what Loki had planned, at least until one of Loki's long legs swung over his hips and Loki appeared above him, straddling him with an utterly sinful smirk on his face.
Loki leaned down and they were kissing again, messy and with a little too much tongue, and Tony felt like Loki seemed almost a little desperate for something. If it was affection, he could do that.
The merc clearly knew what he was doing; after a chaste press of their lips, Loki brought his mouth down to Tony's neck and laved his tongue over his jugular, nipping and licking before scraping his teeth down Tony's throat, chuckling a little at the shudder he got in return.
Tony couldn't take this much longer; his hands on Loki's hips, he ground upwards, feeling Loki hard against him. Loki wanted him too. He was watching Loki's face; a ripple of both pleasure and pain washed across it as Loki let out a stuttered sound against his throat.
"You okay?" Tony pulled back from their joined mouths to ask.
Loki nodded, the pupils of his eyes blown wide with arousal. With his hair mussed, his face flushed and his body warmer than Tony had ever felt it, he was a hot mess.
Recognising the issue, Tony pulled his knees up for leverage and rolled them over, pinning Loki down and leaning in to kiss him again, their lips molding together perfectly.
"Hey, Pixie Stick," Tony breathed against Loki's lips. "I bet that scar is ticklish."
Loki's eyes widened a little and an impish grin shone across his face as he shuffled up the bed. Tony's hands pushed up his t-shirt, baring the long pink scar to his eyes.
I wish I could fix you, Tony thought as he dropped his head to the twisted skin.
Loki's skin tasted slightly sweet, like the cheap hotel body wash, and fresh, and clean, and so ludicrously soft that Tony couldn't resist scraping his teeth over that cicatrix that marked the moment Loki's life had burned down. Loki let out his first proper moan, a deep, rich sound that made Tony's cock throb in his jeans.
Keeping on that path, Tony made his way from the tip of the scar, just under Loki's protuberant ribs, all the way across his belly and down to the other end at his hip. He was right; it was extremely sensitive and Loki showed this by writhing and letting little desperate sounds out of his throat as Tony explored the blemish.
Loki's hands had wound themselves in Tony's hair, not letting him pull away, and now they guided Tony downwards.
Tony could take a hint.
"Ready, babe?" Tony said, sliding down the bed a little further. He brought his hand to the bulge in Loki's black jeans, kneading him firmly as Loki cried out in pleasure.
Now that was a good sound. Tony slid the button of Loki's fly through its loop, then gently unzipped his jeans, Loki arching his hips up to allow Tony to slide them down his hips.
Then it was only Loki's boxers, pushed away hastily, and Tony had his mouth on the head of Loki's hard cock. Loki let out a guttural groan, his hands clenching in Tony's hair as he involuntarily twisted his hips up, seeking more warmth.
Judging by how Loki's moans were coming quickly in short pants, and how his cock was already leaking, he wouldn't last long. It had been a long time since he'd had sex, at least by Tony's standards.
Tony brought his tongue down the underside of Loki's cock, mouthing at his balls, before sucking on the tip to taste his seed. He tugged down Loki's boxers a little more, encouraging Loki to spread his legs, then brought his hand up to fondle Loki's balls and then press lightly on his perineum.
Loki trembled with pleasure, more precome leaking from his cock into Tony's mouth, and Tony took that as his cue to relax his throat and take in as much of the merc's length as he could, using his hand to stroke what he couldn't take in. He bobbed his head, swirling his tongue as much as possible, taking his cue from how Loki had passed sensible noises and was groaning desperately.
"Tony, I'm-" Loki gasped out, bucking his hips up despite the pain it caused him.
Tony pulled off for a moment to say "Go for it, babe," before taking in Loki's cock again and sucking with some force.
Loki spasmed, then, his hands clenching in Tony's hair as he let out a stuttered groan and came, hard, in Tony's mouth. Tony swallowed what he could, pulled off to lick his lips, and stroked Loki's cock until Loki hissed from oversensitivity.
Tony climbed his way back up Loki's body, still fully clothed, and looked at him, his eyes closed as he caught his breath and his hair tossed loosely everywhere and his face flushed a bright pink. He looked debauched and utterly beautiful.
Without looking, Loki wrapped a hand around Tony's neck, pulling him into another kiss, this one softer and more caring, sharing the taste of Loki's come between them.
Loki's hands quickly found and undid the front of Tony's jean, shoving them down roughly so he could take Tony's hard cock in hand and slide his nimble hand along it, twisting his thumb under the head. Tony was close - giving Loki pleasure had done that to him - and he thrust his length into Loki's fist roughly, working in an easy synchronicity with the man, push and pull, until he gasped out "Fuck, Loki, I'm close, please," and Loki jerked him harder, kissing him again, until Tony came all over Loki's stomach with a cry.
They stared at each other for a moment, panting the same air, until Tony leaned down and gently kissed Loki, all affection, no lust. "You're breathtaking, babe," Tony murmured softly to Loki, who managed to blush a little more and mumble something similar in return.
Resting their foreheads together, they stayed there for a moment, until Tony climbed off Loki, who wiped himself clean with a hotel facecloth and tugged off his jeans the rest of the way before climbing in to bed. Tony did the same, removing his pants and chucking them wherever. Then he turned to look at Loki, who was staring at the ceiling, looking a little conflicted.
"If you're worried about professional integrity, I could always fire you," Tony joked.
Loki barely smiled, but consented to Tony kissing him again, then curled into Tony's chest. "Goodnight, Tony."
"I get the message," Tony smiled, pressing his lips to the top of Loki's head and wrapping his arms around Loki's still-clothed back.
He wasn't sure what had just happened. They'd had sex, but Loki seemed to be a million miles away; Tony wondered if he'd inadventently used him, then wondered if he was being used. Either way, he had Loki snuggled against him now, and he was going to help the spy get closure tomorrow.
Everything would turn out okay, and maybe Tony would get Loki for himself out of it, too.
-O.O-
Clint and Natasha had just woken up and were currently enjoying the warm time between waking and getting up by just lying around.
Their meandering conversation had been along many paths and had now landed on the inevitable topic of Tony and Loki.
"You knew they'd get along, didn't you?" Clint smirked. "I swear, since the moment they met they've been thinking of baby names."
"I thought that if Loki would get along with anyone, it would be Tony," Natasha admitted. "I think that the list of people who can handle Tony is very short, and Loki is on it. They're very similar."
"In short, you're hearing wedding bells too," Clint said. "Spy weddings are the best. Everyone there can kick every else's ass."
"Loki especially," Natasha said. "I trained him, so he's the best of the best."
"Natasha Romanoff, you're a symbol of modesty," Clint said, finally starting to sit up. "Though from what I've heard, Loki is - or was - pretty good. There was that thing in Turkey, and didn't he have a run-in with HYDRA and come out on top?"
"That was one of the things that convinced SHIELD to recruit him," Natasha said, climbing out of bed and looking for workout clothes. "JARVIS, lights. It's all in his file; he tagged along with a group attacking a HYDRA base. From what I heard, he broke into one of their labs and downloaded quite a lot of their R&D information. He sold it to SHIELD, which was when they asked him to join."
Clint chuckled to himself at that, at how SHIELD loved to bring in the clever criminals - and no doubt Loki was wanted for some crime somewhere, just like half the people SHIELD headhunted - when a nasty thought struck him and he stopped in his tracks.
"Nat," he said cautiously. "HYDRA's security is excellent. Even SHIELD's boffins take a long time to crack it. And Loki told us he didn't know anything about hacking."
Natasha stopped, then, too, and sat back down on their bed heavily. "No. That son of a bitch."
"Nat-" Clint started, but he didn't continue when he heard Natasha take a heavy breath. What the hell could he even say?
"I'm going to kill him," Natasha said, her voice dangerously calm.
Clint rarely heard Natasha threaten someone so openly. But Loki was or had been one of her closest friends, and Natasha did not take betrayal well. And rightly so.
"JARVIS, call Tony," she said evenly, the fingernails of her clenched fist ripping little holes in their sheets.
-O.O-
Loki was still awake. To him, it felt like that was his permanent state of being. He hadn't found it easy to get to sleep for a long, long time. His brain was still hardwired on the idea that at any moment he could be dragged away for another round of torture.
Tony's phone suddenly started buzzing from in the man's pants, still lying on the floor next to the bed. Loki rolled over, pulling away from Tony, and stretched down to retrieve it.
A picture of Nat wearing felt reindeer antlers greeted him. He almost smiled.
Then he pressed the 'Reject Call' button, unlocked the phone and deleted the incoming call history before slipping it back into Tony's pants and leaving everything looking how it had looked before his phone had rang.
Tony made a slight murmuring noise in his sleep. Knowing he was being selfish, Loki rolled back over and wrapped his arm around Tony's chest, inhaling the smell of the man, trying to hold onto it. At least he'd had tonight.
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