Pairings: Logan & Bruce, Steve & Loki (explicit), Natasha & Clint
Bruce bends down to put on his boxers. He figures someone ought to start putting clothes back on.
"Hold on there, Sweetheart." Logan gives him a wolfish smile. "Who said you could cover up?"
The scientist looks around at everyone. They are all now looking at him. "The game 's over," he notes.
Steve comes to his rescue. "We should probably get going." He gets his undershirt and begins to put it on.
"Fine," Logan says. "Don't mean Bruce has to cover up." He turns to the man with the soulful brown eyes. "You're stayin' anyway."
"Now, now, Wolvie," Loki chastises playfully. "It's obvious Bruce would be much more comfortable in his boxers with us around. We've all gotten to see his…assets. And you can still get them off easily when we leave." He turns. "Dr. Banner, please feel free to put on your boxers."
Bruce has mixed feelings as he thanks the Trickster.
Logan continues to sit in the nude as the others put their clothes back on. He watches them silently letting his gaze linger here and there though usually on Natasha. However, Steve and Loki do get appreciated as well.
They say their good-byes, the Captain surprised and slightly reluctant to admit to how much fun it was.
"I'd like a rematch when you and Bruce get back," Natasha tells the Canadian.
"Count on it, Red."
As she, Steve, and Loki ride down the elevator, Tasha pulls out her phone and sends Clint a text. 'Busy?'
The phone vibrates with his answer. 'Maybe'
Her thumbs glide over the screen. 'Want company?' She looks up and sees the question in Steve's blue eyes. "Clint," she explains. He just nods.
Clint's answer is a question mark. Then a second text comes right after. 'art done?'
She replies with 'Y – after party too'
The elevator doors open just as she sends the message. They walk to the motorcycles.
The phone vibrates.
Steve can't help but ask. "Going home or…?"
She checks her phone and sees 'After party?'. "Not sure yet." She sends ':P' in reply.
The artist nods.
There is no response by the time they get to the motorcycles. Tasha texts 'Well?' then nods to the Captain and kisses Loki on the cheek. "Convince him," she whispers in the god's ear.
Once Steve gets on his motorcycle, Loki climbs on behind him. Natasha mounts her own. They put on their helmets, rev the engines, and ride away.
Tasha checks the phone at the first red light. She smiles at the glowing screen with his response - 'Y'.
xxx
Loki walks into the apartment wearing the brown three-piece suit. He didn't bother changing it back to what he had originally been wearing. As he walks to the table and begins to take the jacket off, he hears the Captain's voice behind him.
"Lieutenant Frost, what are you doing out of uniform?"
The god stops in his tracks. So it is to be punishment during role-play. He tries not to smile. "I was on leave, Sir," he explains turning around. "I did not wish to get my uniform dirty."
"That is against regulations, soldier. You should always be in uniform. Change. Now."
Loki uses his magic to recreate Lieutenant Frost's outfit. He doesn't have the visual aid and hopes it is close enough to satisfy Steve. "Forgive me for pointing this out, Sir, but you are also out of uniform."
"I was undercover," the Captain explains easily. "But you're right. If you'd be so kind as to put me in a field uniform…"
"Is your suit not in its box?"
"I'm not here as Captain America. I'm here as Captain Rogers."
"So no red, white, and blue form-fitting suit that fits so well in all the right places?"
There's that innocent look again. Steve fights against it. "No. The green field uniform of a soldier." Steve goes to get his book. He flips to a page showing American soldiers in the green trousers and jacket used in the field during World War II.
Loki looks at it. "I will feel sorely overdressed with you in this," he notes trying not to sound disappointed. The uniform is rather plain, almost drab.
"Not a problem. You won't be dressed for long."
The Trickster nods feeling a flutter of excitement. He changes Steve's clothes to be like what is shown in the picture. The god is pleasantly surprised by how well the Captain fills out the green cloth. He feels another wave of excitement pass through him.
Steve tugs down on the jacket. "Good. Now do you know why you are here?"
"No, Sir."
"You are here, Lieutenant Frost, because you're a hypocrite."
"Am I?"
"You are. And I hate hypocrites." He is standing six inches away from Loki, their bodies close.
Loki can feel the pull of the soldier's warmth. "And what exactly am I hypocritical about?"
Steve's mind goes momentarily blank. Having the god so close is making him want to plunge straight into the sex. But that's not what he promised the Trickster. So he searches his mind. "You've been talking about Captain America, telling everyone how he needs to find himself a girl, loosen up."
"You are a bit," Loki runs his eyes down Steve's body, "stiff, Sir." He feels a sharp slap across his cheek.
"You don't have a girl, do you, Frost."
"No, Sir."
"Then why the hell do you care if I do?"
"I want you to be happy?" The Lieutenant offers.
Rogers grabs Frost's neck with his left hand. "Is that what you tell yourself every time you undermine me?"
"Do I undermine you?"
"Every time you talk about me. Every time you say I need something that you don't."
The words hit a mark. Frost's voice is sharper than he intends. "Isn't that what you do? Isn't that why I'm here, so you can give me what you think I need?"
"There's a difference."
"What difference?"
Steve leans in a puts his lips next to the Lieutenant's ear. "You want this."
A shiver goes up Lieutenant Henry Frost's spine.
The Captain knocks off the Lieutenant's hat. "You want this," he says again as he removes the belt of the man in front of him. "You need this," he adds as he unfastens the gold buttons on the brown jacket.
"You need this, too, to punish me. You need to allow yourself to feel your power."
"You don't know me!"
"I know you, Darling."
The Captain punches Frost's stomach. "I'm Captain Rogers or Sir to you, Lieutenant! Don't forget it."
Doubled over, Loki realizes his mistake. He closes his eyes as he stands up straight. "Of course, Sir." Frost looks at the Captain's stern face. "But I know you, too. You need a woman to calm your nerves, a woman to make you happy, Sir."
"That's hogwash, and you know it." He walks away and goes to their duffel bag. "Take off your clothes, and stand by the wall."
"Would you need to hurt me if you had a woman in your arms?"
"Don't push me, Lieutenant," he warns.
Frost does as he's told. He knows the Captain is not watching, and so his actions are quick, efficient. He is in place before his superior returns to him.
Captain Rogers binds the Lieutenant's hands together then ties them to the wall sconce above their heads.
"Does this make you feel like a man, Captain?"
Rogers pushes Frost's back roughly to the wall. The Lieutenant tries not to react when the Captain's hands run roughly over his neck and chest.
"Still think you know me?"
"With all due respect, Sir, yes. Perhaps you wouldn't feel the need to personally discipline me if you had a nice, pretty girl on your arm."
"But I like disciplining you, Frost. And you need someone to tell you no, to take away your cockiness." His hand reaches into his pocket. "I recently acquired something for that cockiness problem of yours, Lieutenant." Steve takes his hand out and shows Frost a silicone ring. "Do you know what this is?"
"It's…It's a cock ring, Sir." Frost swallows. He's never used one before. "Is that for you or me?"
"You're the one with the cockiness problem, Lieutenant." He grabs his lover's dick and pushes the ring around it up to the very base, feeling the member begin to harden in his hand. The Captain can see the nude chest rise and fall with a faltering breath. It makes him smile. He forces the man around and steps away.
The back is pristine, perfect. The muscles of the shoulders and arms are tantalizing, calling for Steve's mouth. The ass is firm and round. He tries not to think of burying himself inside it, instead decides to slap something against it. He goes to get the paddle.
Frost has tensed up before the first hit. The force reverberates through his skin and muscles. He allows himself a moment to relax before tensing again.
The Captain can see the ass clench as he swings the paddle. There's a satisfying thud whenever it makes contact. "You still think you know what's best for me?"
"I know you wouldn't…ungh…be with me if you…ungh…had a girlfriend."
"Don't you like my attentions, Lieutenant?" He continues to swing the paddle. "If I had a girlfriend, who would keep you in line?"
"Is this supposed to…ungh…keep me in line, Sir?" He waits for the next blow before continuing. "You'll have to hit harder than that."
Rogers does hit harder. He swings the paddle, making contact with Frost's ass over and over again, the nude man's head hitting the wall with each swing, the ass going numb with pain. Suddenly, he tosses the paddle onto the bed.
Frost feels a body press against his back, feels a hand wrap around his manhood, making him harden more. Then a voice whispers in his ear.
"How's that cockiness problem now?"
"Coming along, Sir," he groans. And it is. What the paddle didn't do is being expertly accomplished by the strong touch. But then it goes away as does the warmth from his back.
"You're a hypocrite, Lieutenant."
Frost feels sharp tendrils of pain around his right side. He closes his eyes and throws back his head. "I am honest."
"Bull," Rogers says and whips the soldier again. He pauses to watch the red blossoms appear on the pale skin. It is so beautiful. He could watch it all night.
"I'm as honest as you," Frost breathes.
"Liar." He strikes again, this time over the left shoulder.
The Lieutenant flinches from the pain. "Yes. Yes, I'm a liar and a hypocrite." He feels another strike against his back. It stings like the snake venom that once tortured him. "But you're as much a hypocrite as I, Rogers. Only I'm honest enough to admit it." The pain comes again, sharp and biting. He feels his body reacting, feels the cock ring digging into his skin. More pain drives out the memories and the guilt and leaves only need and desire.
"You think you're better than me?!" Rogers strikes with a vehemence that will later scare him. "You're nothing!" The Captain swings the whip again. "You're whatever I want you to be! Got it?!" Another strike.
"Yes!" It feels incredible.
"Yes, what!"
Frost moans with the next hit. "Yes, Sir."
"Louder," Rogers demands when he strikes again.
"Yes, Sir!" He groans as pain erupts across his upper back. Frost looks down and sees his cock. It's engorged, bigger than he's ever seen it. He's struck again. "Captain. Please."
"Please what, soldier?" Rogers relishes the movement of the nude body and the red streaks that appear every time he strikes. His breath is heavy. The clothes he wears feel constricting. He gives one last stroke before removing his jacket. "Please what?"
"M-More. Please more."
"You deserve this, don't you, Lieutenant." He's taking his shoes off now.
"Yes," Frost whimpers.
"And why do you deserve this, Lieutenant?" The Captain removes his shirt.
"Because…Because I'm a hypocrite, a liar. Because I deserve this and so much more. Because I need…I need the pain."
Steve gently runs the strips of leather across the bound man's shoulders. "Remember that, Frost. I don't give you what you want." He takes a handful of the dark hair and pulls the head back and to the side. "I give you what you need." He attacks the pale throat with teeth and tongue.
The Lieutenant moans as his eyes close against the pleasure. "I need you."
"I know," he whispers in the captive ear before sucking on the fleshy lobe. His hand presses against the chest in front of him and travels down slowly. His erection is pressing against his trousers as his hand wraps around the exposed cock. He is surprised by how huge it feels as a moan greets his ears.
"Yes," Frost breathes. "Captain, yes."
Steve backs away and turns the man around. His breath catches as he sees the engorged member sticking through the cock ring. He's never seen it so…thick. He drops to his knees and begins to suck on it.
Frost moans from the pleasure of the warm mouth and the pain of his back pressed against the wall. "Yes."
The Captain continues to suck, running his mouth up and down the thickness. Only when he begins to taste pre-cum does he pull away. He kisses his way up the sculpted chest. He rises, continuing to lick and nibble up the beautiful body. He presses his lover against the wall as he concentrates on the neck, feeling it move against his mouth with each swallow.
Captain Rogers pulls away and turns Frost around again. He quickly removes his trousers and boxer shorts. Then he takes a moment to admire the body in front of him.
He frees the Lieutenant from the wall sconce and pushes him face down onto the bed. The Captain puts on a condom as he watches Frost struggle to get onto hands and knees. He takes a moment to unbind Frost's wrists. Lubricant squirts into his own hands and is smoothed around his erection. Then he returns to his lover.
Two fingers are forced into Frost's anus, making him cry out with lowered head and closed eyes.
"Is this what you need, Frost?"
"Yes."
"Of course it is." He moves his fingers in and out of the tight space. "I only give you what you need, don't I, Frost."
"Yes," the Lieutenant chokes out.
"And how does that cock ring feel, Frost? Does it feel good?" He runs his free hand over the pretend soldier's shaft.
"Ye-ess. Oh, Captain, yes!"
That's all Rogers needs. He pulls both hands away a moment before thrusting his cock into the ass that's been calling to him since they started.
Frost's head snaps back with a cry. His brow furrows as the Captain begins to move within him. His cock feels…he doesn't know how to describe it. It's like a dam holding back his release. Part of him wants that release, wants to feel the semen shoot out of him. But he doesn't want it to happen yet. And so he's grateful for the ring sitting at the base of his cock.
The Captain thrusts into his lover. He goes slow at first, slow and deep, enjoying the feel of the man around him. But the more the Lieutenant vocalizes, the faster he wants to go. But is it what the Lieutenant needs?
"How do I feel, Frost?"
The dark-haired man begins to move his hips back to meet each thrust. "Fucking spectacular...Sir," he adds as an afterthought.
"Do you need this?"
"Yes, Sir. I need this."
"And the ring? Do you need the cock ring?"
The pressure in his cock feels explosive, as though he could break at any moment. "Yes, my Darling Sir. You know what I need. You know exactly what I need."
"And what do you need, Frost?"
"You! I need you, Sir." He pushes back faster, hoping to make the Captain increase the speed.
"Slow down, Frost! I control this. Not you." He smiles when the man below him immediately complies. The control is intoxicating, and he thrusts harder, listening for the little whimpers that escape the Lieutenant's throat. "You're mine, Frost. I don't need a woman. I have you. You're mine…completely and utterly mine."
"Yes, my Captain. I am yours, all yours." The green eyes have a difficult time focusing. And then a wave of pleasure shoots through him, tearing a howl from his throat. He claws at the sheets below him as he feels the super soldier begin to ram into him in earnest.
Steve's thrusts are hard and quick. If he could lose himself in that ass he would. Instead, he concentrates on getting as much of himself inside of it as he can. Grunting from the effort, he strokes Frost's incredibly engorged cock in time to his movements.
Henry is panting and moaning, feeling the pressure in his cock increase every time his prostate is stroked. His shoulders are tense. His eyes are squeezed shut. His cock feels like it will burst at any moment. And then he feels the Captain's hands squeezing his hips and his cock, hears the warm voice crying out his name with an urgency that only comes when his lover ejaculates.
A few more hard, sharp thrusts, and the Captain stops moving.
"Please, Sir," Frost breathes. "I need more."
Rogers' hand resumes stroking the Lieutenant's cock. The languid movement feels more like a tease, and the Lieutenant begins to thrust into the touch. The Captain pulls away and pushes the man onto his side.
Frost ends up on his back, his cock bulging with want.
"Geez," Steve breathes as his eyes focus on the red and swollen dick.
"Please, Captain. Please finish me. Give me what I need."
A smile graces the blond man's face. "I'll give you exactly what you need." He goes to the duffel bag. "You want the red, white, and blue? I'm going to give it to you." He shows the subordinate the patriotic dildo before slathering it with lubricant and shoving it into the Lieutenant's ass.
Frost writhes, his hands reaching back and grabbing the edge of the bed. "Yes, my Captain!" He feels the rubber toy getting pulled and pushed within him. Then he feels a warm hand wrap around his cock. He's massaged roughly, causing him to moan.
"That's right, Frost. Just what you need."
"Yes, Sir." His eyes are closed. His mouth is open. And then he realizes there is something missing. "Pain. Please. I need pain, Sir."
"Pain? That's what you need?"
"Yes. Please," he breathes.
Steve bites the inside of his lover's thigh.
"Yes!"
The Captain removes his teeth from the firm flesh. He moves his head up and bites Frost's stomach.
"Harder! Please, Sir!"
The mouth moves up a little and bites down again as the dildo jiggles just over Frost's prostate and the hand moves quicker over the swollen erection.
Frost convulses as a scream rips through his body and a stream of semen shoots up against Captain Rogers' shoulder. More semen erupts like a fountain out of him as his yells become moans then heavy breaths.
Steve pulls out the dildo. He moves up and kisses his lover. "Is that what you needed, Kitten?"
Loki feels drunk, his mind wonderfully empty. "Yes, my Darling, exactly what I needed." His hands caress the beautiful face with the blue eyes.
The artist gently slides the cock ring off of his lover. He kisses the god's stomach where his teeth marks are still visible. He moves up again and again, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes. Finally, he is back at Loki's mouth. He places a gentle kiss on the smiling lips.
The god pulls him close. He pulls away slowly. "Do you know what you need now, Kitten?"
The head with the dark tresses slowly shakes his head.
"A bath. You need a nice hot bath…with bubbles…and me."
Loki nods, enthralled by the man above him. He will take anything the artist will give. He will take it all.
xxx
Bruce lies next to Logan. The Canadian is nude, the way he usually sleeps. The sound of the steady breath making the room feel safe, serene.
The scientist is wearing his boxer shorts. He never took them back off after everyone left. They opted not to have sex tonight. Instead they decide to wait until they get to the woods.
Logan wants to feel free and wild and to hopefully get Bruce to let go. He has felt the difference, though slight, between the first time they had sex and all the other times here and in Stark's bathroom. As much as the mutant sooths and coos, he knows Bruce has been holding back. His plan is to get the scientist out in the woods where there's little to no chance of hurting others. Then maybe they can let go and truly enjoy the moment. Those were his last thoughts as he fell asleep.
Bruce has trouble sleeping. He doesn't know if his nervousness is out of fear or excitement. Maybe both.
He turns and watches the Canadian sleep in the darkness.
This wasn't in his plans. This wasn't where he had seen himself when he was planning his life. But this is the first time in a very long time that he's felt he could have a full one. He smiles.
A week of Logan…the thought makes him smile more. This is exactly the break he needs. His heart rate increases slightly. He can feel Hulk's excitement, too.
It's strange. Before Logan, he and Hulk had always been completely separate, one body switching between two consciences. It was like having a split personality, one not knowing what the other was doing, only knowing of the other's existence by the evidence left behind. But now he can sense Hulk, feel the Other Guy at the back of his mind.
That's not entirely true. He felt the pin pricks at the back of his mind when he became an Avenger. But it was small, barely noticeable.
Then, after that day in the woods with the Canadian, he felt Hulk's contentment. He felt Hulk's tiredness from the day's play. He felt Hulk's gratitude towards the wild naked man who was suddenly above him.
And then they had sex. And it was amazing. And the world had even more possibilities than it had that morning.
Possibilities were why he got into science.
Bruce closes his brown eyes and tries to sleep as he anxiously awaits the morning.
A/N: Oh, Bruce. You'll be in the woods next chapter. You and Hulk and Logan are going to have so much fun!
Thank you to Lexand who wanted Steve to put a cock ring on Loki. I hope you didn't mind that it was in the guise of Cap and Frost.
And a nod to serialbeauty who helped me come up with the idea to have Steve take his frustrations with someone else out on Loki. I was originally going to have the someone else be Tony, but Coulson fit in so nicely.
To all of you: You keep me motivated and wanting to write this fic. So thank you.
Finally, have you seen the Thor: The Dark World teaser? I literally squealed at the end. My dog looked at me like I was crazy. And boy did Sif look pissed about something.
Until next time…
