AN: Warning! This is a Loki/Ward smut chapter. If you don't want the kink, just skip down to the dialogue and you'll still get the gist of the story. For the rest of you, enjoy!

Long, pale fingers tightened around his throat, so tight that Ward could feel his airway being compromised. He opened his mouth to suck in a breath he couldn't take, the god's face above him transforming with a wicked smile. Loki's cold fingers pressed down so hard that he couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, and it was amazing.

They were both naked, the god on top of him, unafraid to push the thresholds of pain and danger in pursuit of pleasure.

Loki eased back a little, let him suck in one gasping breath, then his hands closed back around Ward's throat, staving him of air once again.

As his cells ran out of oxygen, the feeling of pleasure increased. And when he felt like he was going to pass out, Loki leaned down and caught his mouth in an ice-cold kiss, bringing his consciousness back. The pleasure spiked and he came, harder than anyone else had ever made him come.

Loki let go of his throat and moved up the bed, sliding his cock into Ward's mouth to fuck his abused throat.

There nothing Ward could do to fight it, Loki had bound his hands and feet, making sure he was completely at the god's mercy.

Still heady from his orgasm and the lack of air, he let his mouth fall slack, let Loki mouthfuck him until the god came, ice-cold semen shooting down his throat, and dribbling down his cheek as Loki pulled out. The god sat back heavily on Ward's stomach, watching him like a cat that just couldn't quite bring itself to kill the mouse it was too fond of playing with, not while it still had some fight left.

He could feel Loki's come, cold on his lips and flicked his tongue out to gather it up.

Loki gave him an amused smile, and while ever Loki had that look on his face, Ward knew he was doing something right.

Loki sprawled out on top of him, ignoring the fact that Ward was still bound and essentially immobile. It could be hours before Loki had the inclination to untie him, and Ward knew better than to ask, that would only make Loki leave him here like this longer. Sometimes he thought it might be nice to hold Loki, but he wasn't stupid enough to ask for something so weak.

"Did you enjoy that?" Loki purred.

"Yes," Ward said, giving the only answer he possibly could. He was just lucky that it happened to be the truth.

"You're such a pretty plaything..." Loki mused, sliding his fingers into Ward's hair and squeezing to tug his head back, leaning down to kiss the bruises on his throat. The touch of Loki's cold lips soothed his burning skin.

"Do you like being my plaything?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to play with you some more?"

"Yes."

Loki lifted his head and gazed at Ward, the look in his blue eyes as cold as his kisses.

"Then work harder. Find the Winter Soldier. I want him."

A flash of jealousy flared up in Ward, and the words were out his mouth before he could stop them.

"For what?"

Loki gave a sharp tug, using Ward's hair to pull his head back further, so much so that it was truly painful.

"Are you questioning me?"

"No," Ward bit back, burning with annoyance and embarrassment. He knew better than to speak out of turn.

Loki peered down at him critically, thinking it over, then a mean, little smile twisted his lips.

"You think I desire him? I must say, he is beautiful..." As much as Ward knew he was being baited, he still hated hearing Loki say such things. "Perhaps I could have some fun with him before we got on with business. He is programmed to do anything one commands after all..."

Ward tugged against his bonds, he didn't want to hear this.

"You don't like that," Loki smirked, leaning down and purring the words just above Ward's lips.

"No," he admitted, giving the god the answer he wanted.

"Do you think I belong to you? Do you think you have any say whatsoever over what I do or don't do?"

Ward knew that he didn't, but he wished that he did. He wished that Loki cared enough about him to at least consider his feelings. He knew that was stupid romantic nonsense though. Loki only cared about one person, and that was himself.

"I know I don't."

Loki gave him an approving look.

"Good human," the god praised, patting him like one would an obedient dog. "You be sure to remember that."

AN: I will be posting a second chapter today because they are short. Thanks for reading :)