I intended to write plot. Instead this happened. Plot shall happen next chapter :D Enjoy!

Life as an Avenger wasn't easy. Tony could have guessed that already, but it had really been driven home after a full day of trying to save a leaking oil tanker. Quite why that had been a reason to call out him, Thor and Steve he wasn't sure, but Fury had many fingers in many pies and Tony's suspicion was that the cargo was headed to SHEILD. Or maybe they were trying to give the Avengers an environmentally friendly look. Either way, Tony had welded the hole shut whilst the other two saved seals, or whatever the oil-covered animals had been and they had towed the tanker into port.

Well, Save the Planet were now their BFF's, but after eight hours covered in thick, gunky petrol Tony had a thumping headache and a foul mood. He had stormed straight back to the tower and let the machines pretty much rip his suit off.

"Sir, your blood pressure is very high." JARVIS' voice informed him as he stalked into his bedroom. "I would use the term dangerous, but you have warned me before about qualifying my medical opinions."

"Yes, I have." The man moodily stripped down to his underwear and left his clothes in a stinking pile near the laundry bin. It was wishful thinking that it would be possible to clean them, but he'd double check with Pepper at some point anyway.

"I'm going to have a shower JARV, no peeking, I think I need some me time."

"As you wish, sir. You know that makes you go blind, sir?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Cute, JARV, real cute." He grabbed the towel by the bathroom door, slung it over one shoulder and slammed the door shut behind himself.

Once alone inside he lent against the marble countertop with a heavy sigh. He'd been too pissed off with being covered in crude oil derivatives to care about getting a painkiller for his headache when he'd arrived, but now that the stress was leaving him he began to wish he hadn't made that decision. It was far too much effort to go back into the kitchen to get the pills but God his head hurt. Dehydration and the thick cloying chemical smell of petrol were probably the cause of the pain, but he didn't care for reasons.

"Ooh, looks like someone had a bad day." The malice made the soft voice anything but sympathetic yet Tony still found that his grimace morphed into a pained smile.

"Well look who decided he couldn't stay away." He countered, raising his gaze to meet vicious green eyes in the mirror infront of him. Warm hands slipped round his naked waist to clasp across his stomach. Were it anyone other than Loki, Tony would have called the action a hug. "You know I'm in no mood for sex, right?"

"That's not my problem, Stark."

"I have a headache."

"Woman." To Tony's surprise a sudden soft kiss was pressed against his temple. For a long moment he couldn't fathom why Loki would make such a tender gesture, until the pain in his head suddenly began to recede and a wry grin crossed his face.

"Oh I see, remove the headache and you think I'll sleep with you?"

"I think you don't have too much of a choice, whether I take the pain away or not."

That made the man turn around in the God's grasp to face him head-on. "Really." He said flatly. "Oh, that's nice."

"Indeed." Loki grinned, his eyes gleaming with a malicious intent that Tony really didn't like the look of.

"You know, I'm really not feeling the mood here, goat-horns. I prefer to have a little consent in who fucks me."

"Do you now."

"I'm starting to think I wasn't the only one to have bad day at the office."

"Perhaps you weren't." Loki's hand trailed up Stark's naked chest, long fingers teasing across his skin until he curled them lightly around the human's throat. There was a moment when it seemed that he would squeeze, but then he laughed and patted Tony's cheek. "I like seeing that fear in your eyes, Stark. But I'll admit that seeing them filled with lust is more appealing."

"The lust usually appears after you stop insinuating raping me."

An expression of mock disbelief flitted across Loki's face. "What, you don't trust me? You wound me, Stark." He pressed in close, dipping his head to rest his cheek against Tony's forehead, hand moving up to twine in the man's hair. "I have grown accustomed to your presence; I'm not going to harm you without good reason."

"Is that your Asgardian way of saying you're getting attached to me?"

"Hardly. You're just better in bed than anyone else I would care to have."

"Considering you have a friendship circle consisting of God's and creatures from myth and legend I feel rather flattered." Tony finally let his stern expression morph into a grin. "And flattery, as we all know, will get you everywhere." He raised an eyebrow at Loki's sly grin. "What?"

"Will it get you as far as England?"

"England?! That's on the other side of the Atlan – Woah!"

Tony didn't have any time to protest as the room around him began to swiftly dim. Despite being fairly sure he hadn't moved a muscle there was a sudden feeling of great speed and rushing air around him and the surroundings vanished entirely. Utterly helpless and absolutely fascinated at the same time, the man's hands found Loki's hips, clinging tighter than he would have liked to admit as they were thrown through the darkness.

The journey took mere moments, but Tony wished it had been longer – what physicist wouldn't fall completely in love with the sensation of teleportation after all? He promised himself to one day beg Loki to explain it all to him.

As it was the darkness faded away again, this time giving way to a vision of white and gold which drove all thoughts of physics from his mind.

"Where in God's name are we?!"

Loki stepped away from the human, smirking as he watched Tony take in their surroundings with wide-eyes.

"You haven't been here? I thought Stark Industries afforded you only the best." He waved his hand at the large room they stood in. "This is the Prince Alexander Suite in Claridges, London."

"I've only ever stayed in the Ritz. I think I might change that though." Tony's gaze took in the grand piano in the corner of the room, before alighting on the stunning view from the window. "Not that I'm complaining, but why are we here?"

"I have grown weary of sneaking around after you and confining our meetings to your shower-room. This seemed a little more refined."

Refined was too small a word really. Tony was more than used to luxury – after all he had the money to buy all the luxury in the world – but to have it lavished upon him by someone else for no true reason was novel. Usually he was the one to splash out.

"This isn't coming out of my pay-check, is it?"

"I have a more than adequate fund here on Midgard, certainly more than enough to buy this whole hotel should I wish." Loki seemed to find Tony's bemused expression amusing. "After all, money is just a stream of numbers inside a computer in this modern world of yours."

Touché.

Tony had to admit that the suite was astonishing. Silk-lined chairs, piano, views to rival the best in the world and a square footage of nearly 200 meters. They were in the sitting room and he could see through the small corridor to a large bedroom and bathroom that both begged to be explored. Even so, something was very much praying on his mind.

"Why here?"

"Why not? I find pleasure in beauty, this place is beautiful."

"Yeah. Not buying it. Why here?"

Loki rolled his eyes, folding his arms in an exasperated fashion. "If you must know, it reminds me of my quarters back on Asgard."

Tony looked around at the room again. Gold, cream, a little red here and there, hardly what he'd expect from the chaotic God of mischief and lies. If asked, he would have thought Loki was more of a skulls-and-bones-on-black type of person. There was more to it than that though. This reminded the trickster of his home, a place where he was no longer welcome and was nothing more than a hopeless distant memory. This was personal and he had let the human in on it.

"You know that sounds dangerously sentimental, right?"

"It did. My apologies." A thin smile crossed the God's face. "Rest assured that my intentions for the next few hours are entirely unsentimental."

"That sounds promising. Can I test the shower first?" Tony ran a hand through his filthy hair and raised an eyebrow. "I'm covered in an oil-slick."

Loki eyed him up and down, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "Yes, you are. You have ten minutes." His grin became feral. "Any longer and I'm going in after you whether you want me to or not."

"And there's the sentiment gone out the window." Tony winked and sauntered off towards the bathroom he'd spied; seemingly uncaring that he was walking through such luxurious rooms dressed in just his boxers and the filth from the tanker.

The washroom was enormous even by Stark's standards. All black and white marble and soft linen curtains. The sunken bath was so large and deep that he half considered calling Loki in anyway to make good use of it, but the trickster seemed to have plans so he decided to wait until later. Instead he made good use of the glass-walled shower.

Okay, at least he could be smug that his shower back home was bigger than this one, although it was still pretty decent. Warm water and complimentary soap made washing the grime off a quick task and already his mind was wandering to what Loki had in mind.

It reminds me of my quarters in Asgard.

Loki had taken him to a place that was reminiscent of his childhood home, a place of safety and peace. He had opened up a little, even if he hadn't realised it. Tony rested his forehead against the warm glass with a small sigh as the weight of this hit.

What the fuck was he doing?

Here he was; in another country – without a passport by the way – having not told anyone where he was going and all at the whim of the Avenger's number one enemy. This was wrong on pretty much every level there was and yet he couldn't bring himself to stop it.

Really, what the fuck was he doing?!

And yet he knew that as much as he questioned his own motives, he would still walk out of this room and into the waiting arms of the God of lies.

And that didn't bother him.

Turning the water off he stepped out of the shower and grabbed the nearest towel – nearly fluffy enough to rival the ones he owned personally – and quickly dried off. It was always an advantage to have short hair – it dried so easily. He deliberated on whether to put his boxers back on or not, but considering that Loki was just going to rip them straight back off he decided it wasn't worth it.

He sauntered out into the bedroom completely at ease with the fact that he was entirely naked. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't what he saw infront of him.

"Oh…"

Loki had also stripped himself of his clothes and had sprawled back across the bed, arms above his head, one leg bent at the knee. He was easily tall enough to spread out across the huge bed.

Tony's mouth went dry; the God looked like a Playboy model.

"Are you just going to stare at me, Stark?"

"Well, I am enjoying this view."

"Hmm. I'm sure you are." Loki rolled onto his side to face the man, a sly smile playing across his face. "But I have far more entertaining things that you could be doing."

"I remember promises of you taking me."

"Oh, I intend to."

Tony approached the bed, smirking as Loki shifted to allow him sit down. There was a fur throw covering the duvet – sheep, from the softness of it – and the man ran his fingers through it as he leant over and pressed a kiss to the God's lips.

Had they kissed that gently before? Probably not, up until the point that Loki chuckled and bit down into Tony's lip until there was a sudden burst of blood.

"Ow!" Tony pulled away just long enough for Loki to surge up under him and roll so that the man was thrown onto his back, the God straddling his hips. "You're going to leave me with scars if you keep doing that!"

"I like the sound of that…"

"No."

Loki merely hummed in reply, leaning down to bite at the underside of Tony's jaw, the inventors wrists trapped in his hands and held against the fur. He sucked at the soft skin until a bruise that would last for days finally bloomed. "You're mine, Stark." There was something dangerous in his voice.

"I think someone didn't share their toys as a child."

Tony squirmed as the mouth left his jaw and moved along his neck, sucking along the tendon.

"I had a tendency to set traps so that Thor couldn't go near my belongings."

"Cute…" Sharp teeth scraped across Tony's pulse point and entirely took his mind away from the conversation. He felt clever fingers running across his chest, circling the arc reactor in a now-familiar way and it drew a groan – not from the contact, but more from the expectation of where this was going to go. The wicked mouth ran back up to nip at his ear lobe, tongue dipping into the shell of his ear.

"Onto your knees." The hiss sent a shiver down the man's spine, but – and he couldn't believe he was even entertaining the thought – he trusted Loki enough to do as he was told. The God moved off of him and allowed him to roll onto his stomach and rise up to his knees. He felt horribly exposed, and Tony knew Loki was well aware that this wasn't his favourite position. The God's hands ran down his arms to grip his wrists and the man lifted his head in surprise at the sound of two sharp clicks in quick succession.

"Hey!"

Handcuffs. Tony gave an ineffectual tug but his hands were firmly locked together and he watched indignantly as Loki tied a length of leather to the links of the cuffs and then secured the other end to the headboard of the bed. He didn't need to test the knots to know that he wasn't going to get free without help.

"Uh…When did I agree to bondage?"

"When did I ask your opinion?" Loki's voice was like liquid chocolate – dark and silky smooth. "You agreed I can take you, therefore I am the one deciding how this will pan out."

"Yeah, but-"

"Trust me, Stark." The words were whispered against the nape of his neck, raising the hairs there and he shivered.

Hey, who would have thought that being bound, helpless and entirely at the mercy of the God of Lies would be so arousing?

Loki's hot mouth moved across his shoulders, leaving a wet path that encouraged goosebumps after it and Tony decided that if he was going to be stuck in this position he might as well enjoy it. It wasn't hard to, in all honesty. Loki was a genius with his hands and mouth and made good use of them as he mapped out the man's shoulders and back before trailing down his spine.

It didn't occur to Tony what the God could have in mind until he suddenly felt firm hands exposing him even more than he already was. Perhaps he should have protested, but before a coherent thought could pass his mind the sinful mouth had moved on and pressed right into his centre.

"Oh!"

Obviously the self-proclaimed playboy had had this done before – and returned the favour – but he'd never had a partner who went in for the kill in the manner the trickster did. Loki kissed him as he would Tony's mouth, tongue moving and twisting until the man couldn't hold his weight up on his bound arms and collapsed to his elbows with a deep groan.

It was rare for Stark to be so vocal, but Loki wasn't known as the Silvertongue for nothing. By all the Gods did he know how to use that thing! Soon enough he was drawing a full symphony of whines and pleas from Tony, the man trembling underneath the God's skilled and wicked touch. The trickster kissed and sucked the sensitive flesh until Stark was lost to the sensations, completely at Loki's mercy.

Something in the back of the genius' mind was telling him that he should at the very least be feeling shame for allowing the God to taste him in such a filthy and wonderful way, but how could he think of anything beyond just how damn good it was?! He couldn't even feel embarrassed about how loudly he was voicing his pleasure in response to the stimulation. He'd never been so aroused by the simple act before and part of him was beginning to wonder if the sensations alone were going to be enough to make him climax. It certainly felt that way.

And then Loki pulled away with a small chuckle causing the human to curse loudly.

"Now now, Stark, I don't believe I've ever heard you quite as vocal as this." The God sounded so unbearably smug that the inventor snarled at him. However, Tony's grumpy response was cut off as the trickster's finger suddenly breached his body and he couldn't help but push back with a whine. The movement was checked short by the leather rope which made him remember that he was still bound and entirely helpless. The finger moving around inside him knew exactly what it was looking for and a sudden spike of intensity made him arch his back with a groan.

"If we had more time I would consider keeping you like this for a while." Loki's voice was soft and sinuous as he added a second finger, moving the two digits agonizingly slowly. "I'd spend all night working you open, slowly, exquisitely torturing you with pleasure. Making you beg until you weren't even sure if you were begging for me to halt or to never stop. And after I made you scream your release over and over until you thought you couldn't stand it anymore I'd still force another one from your trembling, fucked-out body." He lent in to press a kiss just above where his fingers were moving in and out, running his tongue across the sweat-streaked skin.

Tony had begun to pant hard, curled over so that he could bury his face in his forearm, his rear up in the air. The trickster's silver words were curling around him, quite possibly the most erotic thing he'd ever heard. The imagery alone was sending him to new heights of arousal and combined with those wicked fingers moving so slowly inside him it was becoming unbearable.

"Alas, we don't have the time for such pursuits." Loki continued. "But rest assured, Stark, I mean to make it happen someday."

Tony let out a pathetic pleading whine that didn't clearly define if he was relieved or severely disappointed at that news. However he made it very clear that it was displeased when the fingers were removed, leaving him exposed and open.

"Come on, stop playing with me!" The angry statement was spoiled by how desperate he sounded, causing Loki to laugh.

"Well aren't you demanding."

Tony felt the mattress behind him shift a little and curled his fingers into the thick sheep's fur as one of Loki's hands found his hip and he felt the blunt head of the God's arousal pressed against his entrance. It was going to hurt, he was more than aware of that, but what surprised him was how little he cared. He was more than used to relaxing his lower body and despite how desperate he felt it was still possible to calm his tense thigh muscles enough to allow Loki to press in.

"Starrrrrk…" It was a deep and sinful purr, the God's hands tightening to leave bruises on the man's hips. Loki pushed forwards until he had sunk all the way in, Tony trembling and groaning beneath him. And then the God paused, leaning forward so that his chest was resting against his partner's back.

"Loki-"

A finger was pressed against Tony's lips. "Hush." The trickster's hand trailed down the man's throat to press against the arc reactor, urging him up. "On your knees."

Tony groaned again, but did as he was told, shakily raising himself off his forearms and back onto hands and knees. The action was rewarded when the sly hand ghosting across his chest moved inexorably downwards until it grasped his aching and so-far neglected erection. He hissed at the much needed touch and his hips moved of their own accord, causing Loki to gasp in turn.

"Move, please."

"Manners will get you everywhere." Loki's own voice was sounding strained, and for once he didn't tease, instead pulling back and surging forwards again. The move drew a whine from Tony and he backed into the contact so that the next thrust almost threw him back to his forearms again.

There is a famous saying; Make Love not War. The two men made love as if it were war. Harsh and hot and sweaty, the grand room filled with the deep groans and lascivious whispers. Loki drove into the inventor, setting a fast pace as Stark rocked back against him helplessly.

The God was as vocal as ever, and this time he was managing to coax similar noises from his partner. His hand matched the rhythm his hips had set, stroking Tony firmly until he had the man keening hopelessly under him.

Tony's arms gave up on trying to hold his weight and he fell back to his forearms, head buried into them as he rocked back to meet each of Loki's thrusts. It had reached the point where he didn't care anymore that he wasn't really fond of this position, didn't care that Loki had cuffed him without consent and certainly didn't care that he was on his knees and moaning like a whore. Actually, he rather liked it.

The tiny portion of his brain that was still paying any attention to current events realised that Loki's voice had gone up a little in pitch and it was almost alarming that Tony knew the God well enough to recognise that this was a sign of impending orgasm. But, being Tony he wasn't alarmed and instead just rocked back with more insistence, begging for the warm hand wrapped around his erection to increase its pressure enough to tip him over the edge.

Was Loki a mind reader? Maybe, maybe not, but either way he somehow recognised what the genius' incomprehensible pleas were about and complied, his grip tightening and pace speeding up. The man underneath him whined and arched up, hands twisting in the sheep's fur and the cuffs leaving dark rings around his wrists.

"Loki, God, close…"

Tony felt rather than heard the trickster's corresponding groan and Loki's steady pace began breaking up, faster and harder with no rhyme or rhythm to it until the inventor felt the build-up in the pit of his stomach rise into a fiery heat that took him over the edge with a scream. His release coated Loki's hand although the God hardly seemed to realise and continued pounding into the suddenly pliant body beneath him until he too let out a loud curse. He clung to Tony's hips, fingers digging deep enough to bruise and although the human couldn't actually see his partner he knew Loki well enough to know that the God would have his head flung back, eyes closed and mouth open as he rode through his orgasm.

And then it was over, Loki flopping forwards to lie across Tony's back so that the man could feel every slight shiver that was running through the trickster's body. The God was heavy and hot and sweaty, yet beyond rolling off his knees and onto his side to be more comfortable, Tony was more than inclined to let him stay there.

A long few moments passed, the human prone across the fur and Loki sprawled on top of him, neither inclined to move. Tony's hands were still cuffed together but he really couldn't bring himself to care as he lay awkwardly on his side, trying to get his breathing back under control. He felt a kiss pressed to the back of his shoulder and snorted with quiet laughter into the sheep skin.

"Am I too heavy?"

"Beginning to get that way…"

"Too bad, I'm not moving." The soft British accent was mocking and Loki merely settled out so that he was resting even more of his weight on the man beneath him.

"Git."

"Mhhm."

"Can you at least take the cuffs off?"

"Ask me nicely."

Tony rolled his eyes, craning his neck so that he could look up at the God using him as a pillow. "Please can you take the cuffs off, Loki?"

The trickster merely folded his arms across Tony's back and rested his cheek on them, eyes slipping closed. "That wasn't nice enough."

"It was plenty nice enough!"

"I am a God and prince of Asgard. And you could technically say that I am the king of the Jotun race."

Tony groaned in dismay. "How much stroking does your ego need?" He groused. "Fine." His voice became a childish sing-song. "Oh holy majesty, please release me."

"I still don't think you mean it."

"It's the best you're getting, Sunshine."

Loki chuckled quietly and the cuffs unravelled into a plume of grey smoke, taking the leather rope with them. Tony groaned again, in relief this time, and stretched his arms out. There were deep red marks around each wrist that he hadn't noticed forming at the time, but would now be hard to explain away. Maybe he'd just claim to have been working on the suit bracelets.

Despite being used as a mattress by the God of Lies, Tony still managed to roll over so that Loki's folded arms rested on his chest across the arc reactor and they were face to face. Bright green eyes, somewhat hazy with lingering pleasure, watched the man with worrying intensity.

"What are you thinking, Stark?"

"I'm kinda worrying about what the hell we think we're doing. By rights I should be trying to arrest or kill you."

"What's stopping you?"

"What's stopping you?"

"It's rude to answer a question with another question. Did no one ever teach you that, Stark?"

"Mmm, possibly." Tony grinned, up until the whisper of air across his face as Loki huffed in annoyance made him aware of just how intimate their position was. He reached up to run a gentle finger along the God's cheek and the shock at that uninhibited touch registered in Loki's eyes as a bright flash.

"Stark…?"

Tony laughed and removed the offending finger, running his hand through his own hair. "What the hell am I doing? This is fucking crazy!"

"Popular opinion suggests that you are one to take crazy risks."

"Yeah, but this? If anyone ever finds out SHEILD will probably kill me."

Loki raised his head to gaze at the inventor shrewdly. "They would execute you for your association with me?"

"Of course. I think the super-spy term is that I'm compromised."

"Would Miss Potts be likely to tell of our dalliances?"

"Never of her own free will, but I don't trust Fury one little bit and he'd use coercion should he ever suspect I'm up to something."

"You're always up to something."

That startled a laugh out of Tony. "True, that's very true."

Loki smirked, before dropping his head back down to bury his face in the crook of Stark's shoulder with a tired sigh. The man's arms moved up automatically to fold across the God's back in the manner that he usually held his lovers after such encounters.

For a very long moment the two lay like that, worryingly trusting and comfortable in each other's closeness. The lion and the lamb, an all-powerful God and a mortal man whom detested each other and yet still sought out each other's company.

Finally Loki nuzzled against Tony's shoulder, turning his head to the side enough to speak.

"I should return you; your computer will be concerned about the length of the shower you are supposedly taking."

"Mmm, I don't feel like moving." And he really didn't. The bed was entirely too soft and having Loki draped over him was entirely too comfortable. "Five more minutes?"

"Now Stark," The God sat up and moved to the side so that he wasn't on Tony any more. "Come on." He even deigned to hold out a hand to help the man up. The inventor made a meal out of pulling himself upright but grinned once he managed it. They both looked a complete mess; hair everywhere, sweat streaked and still somewhat breathless. Loki – usually so pale – had two bright red patches on either cheek, his lips swollen and gaze oddly calm. It made Tony wonder what he looked like in the God's eyes.

"I'll send you straight back into your bathroom, I believe it should be sufficient to fool your Big Brother that you have been in there this whole time."

Tony nodded, looking around at the grand room again. He'd definitely have to change all of his London reservations to Claridges from now on. "Uh, thank you, I guess?" He gestured around awkwardly. "For this, I mean. It was…well, a nice idea."

Loki dipped his head in acknowledgement. "I'm glad you approved." Then he grinned. "But please say no more, Stark. You risk venturing into that dangerous realm of sentiment."

"And we wouldn't want that now, would we?"

"No. We wouldn't." The God smirked at him. He raised his hand up to rest against the man's arc reactor. "I'll see you again, Stark."

"I bet you will." Tony lifted his right hand and made the Vulcan salute sign. "Live long and prosper."

"Dif-tor heh smusma." Loki returned the gesture without raising an eyebrow and replied in effortless Vulcan. He then closed his fingers together and in doing so both he and the room began to fade from view.

"Hey!" Tony's voice echoed oddly as the same feeling of speed and rushing air as when he'd been teleported to the hotel room surrounded him. All he could hear from the trickster was a faint chuckle.

It didn't last long and a few moments later the man found himself sat on the floor of his bathroom, hand still holding the salute.

"Seriously? He knows StarTrek?!" There was no-one to answer, but he still felt the need to exclaim out loud as he stared at his own hand. "Why the hell does a Norse God know about StarTrek?!"

It was – sadly – a question to be answered another time and he pulled himself to look at himself in the mirror over the sink.

"Son of a bitch!" The large love-bite on his neck was going to be very hard to explain to the others come morning.

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Why StarTrek? Because I was watching the Big Bang Theory whilst writing the end of this :D

In other news, I'm afraid there is plot trying to intrude here so the plot shall commence next chapter. It was meant to start this chapter, but people asked for more smut so I indulged them. However, I have half the next chapter written so the wait until it is up shouldn't be long.

See you soon my lovelies!