Author's Note: Well, these chapters are stupidly writing themselves right now, so I am just riding the wave. Please ignore all the cries and begging from my other MCs at this point, they are very sad and in need of attention. I promise if you are following those that I am working on them too!
Also, happy Wednesday. First official week without any Loki (at least last week we got the Making of Loki episode. Which, if you can, is an amazing watch).
Warning Tag: Blowjob
Word Count: 3,741
Test of Control
Mobius took them back to his quarters after detouring to the cafeteria to pick up a few cans of Josta to stash. Loki wasn't pleased to be used as a pack mule, holding the cold, sweating cans in the crook of his arm and pressed against his chest. He pondered over the contract that was neatly tucked under Mobius' arm and realized that he hadn't mentioned something important that may need added to it.
They stepped into the small living space and Loki just stood in the doorway while Mobius plucked the cans from him. He was left with a damp shirt and an annoyed expression that he was essentially used as a cooler.
"What are those, anyway?"
Mobius held one up as if to demonstrate it. "Only the best beverage ever made."
"That is quite biased considering it comes in a metal container," Loki retorted as he removed his shoes.
"Care to try it?" Mobius offered a can to him.
"No. But I do want to talk about the contract again, if we may?" Loki asked, glancing at the paperwork Mobius still held. "I failed to disclose my uh… overall expression."
His handler looked at him, giving him his full attention. Though Loki felt that the man must've already known what he was about to say. He seemed to know everything else.
"I'm genderfluid," Loki continued, holding up his hands somewhat in front of him. "I hope that does not bother you."
Mobius looked unfazed. "Not at all. It was in your file. Bisexual as well, I believe? But what were you wanting to add to the contract?"
"Well if the desire arises I may wish to be referred to with different verbiage, mostly. Considering magic doesn't work here, I'll make due with what I can," Loki said, a hint of spite lacing his words.
Mobius gave a lazy nod of his head and placed the papers on the end table nearby them. He pulled a pen and turned it to the appropriate page to add the note in. "Just let me know whenever that need comes and I'll adapt. Anything else?"
"Should the chance present itself…" Loki swallowed then, unsure how to word what he was wanting to say. "...and I am capable of physically changing, would you be… accommodating?"
Why was he suddenly feeling very nervous and bashful about discussing something as simple as his identity all of a sudden? He wasn't going to deny he quite enjoyed changing his sex when he felt the need to be comfortable and present accordingly, of course he could do without since that wasn't really an option at the moment. It just felt strange talking to a virtual stranger about it even though that stranger knew everything about him already.
"Look," Mobius said, turning to face him, "I can assure you that it will not be an issue with me. Okay? I was actually a bit surprised this didn't come up earlier, but I am sure you had your reasons to wait. I will get a draft written up to work that part of you in and we can re-sign it tomorrow. Will that work?"
Loki chewed his lip, feeling his nerves settle slightly at the kindness in Mobius' voice. He nodded in agreement and folded his arms in front of him to try and stave off the feeling of vulnerability he felt. Mobius moved over to him then and gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder and a smile of reassurance.
"Yes, that will do," Loki answered, squirming under Mobius' touch.
Mobius nodded and started to undo his tie and shrug off his jacket, opening the closet and tossing them into a corner. He turned around holding a pair of what Loki could only presume were sleep clothes that was a rather drab taupe with brown stripes—dull like everything else in the TVA.
"Now, if you like, you can grab a set to wear yourself. I usually just dress in here but…" Mobius trailed off, appearing to hold back a smirk as he headed for the washroom without continuing his trail of thought.
He watched him lazily as Mobius disappeared behind the door. Loki moved toward the closet to inspect it once it was clear, seeing a small square thing placed on the floor in front of him. He opened it and saw it was a cold box now packed with the Josta beverage. There were suits neatly hung up in a set of six as well as six pairs of pajamas. An appropriate number of shoes sat on one shelf and another had socks laid out on them. Hidden away in the darkness was a pair of sleek brown boots. Loki tilted his head curiously at that. He scanned the other side where Mobius tossed his clothes and another strange square object sat in the dim light on the opposite side of the cold box. Loki flipped it open to see Mobius' jacket and shoes he'd worn were placed there. He found the entire thing quite sad, honestly, but he really didn't know what to expect to find in there, either.
Loki grabbed one of the beverages since there was nothing else in there, feeling a little thirsty, and looked over the can. The labeling was quite loud with its choice of crimson shade and obscure lettering on a bright yellow backdrop. The black cat crouching over it was a nice touch, at least, but Loki was still apprehensive about it and wondered why Mobius was so obsessed with it. He popped the can open and gave it a hesitant sniff, finding the scent and the sizzling sound a bit off-putting.
He heard the bathroom's door open and he swiftly closed the closet and stood up to look at Mobius. He walked toward Loki slowly, holding his clothes in his arms, pointing at the opened drink he still held as he went to the closet to deposit them.
"Didn't think to ask at least?" Mobius scolded, dropping his clothes in the bin. "You try it yet?"
"No, but the smell of it is quite off putting," Loki said, making a face. "I was feeling a little thirsty is all. I didn't think taking one would be a bother."
Mobius gave a slight perturbed look before smiling. He silently gestured with his hand to insist on trying it. Loki gave a tilt of his head before bringing the can to his lips and took a hesitant sip of it. The taste was strange, fruity but… something very unpleasant about it lingered behind, like the fruit was poorly fermented and an added substance was meant to muddy up the aftertaste. The fizziness of it on his tongue was also quite unpleasant. Loki pinched his face and shook his head, holding it out for Mobius to take.
"It tastes atrocious."
His handler simply chuckled, taking the can before Loki spilled it everywhere. "It does have an acquired taste to it. Maybe try another?"
"There is no way I am going to continue poisoning myself with that, thank you," Loki said.
Mobius quirked a brow. "You can't just waste this."
"Why not you have it then?"
"I can't have this now or I will be awake all night," Mobius said. "Besides, you're the one who stole it in the first place."
"Can't you just put it in that box of yours?" Loki questioned, gesturing to the closet.
"It would go flat if I did that." He handed the can back to Loki. "But now it is yours to finish. I'd hate to see one go to waste like this, so make sure it doesn't."
"I refuse to take another sip of this wretched drink you tarnish yourself with," Loki complained, half grimacing, half sneering at the can that he reluctantly held once more.
"Well, you should've thought about not taking something that doesn't belong to you, then."
Loki stared at Mobius, holding the can out in-between them. He felt like this was some odd test and he didn't quite like it. Mobius had a strange switch he could flip at any time, something Loki himself was quite familiar with, but having it play out in front of him like this was a tad unsettling but intriguing. There was no way he was going to take another drop of that horrible substance, however, and since there was no other option available, Loki made one by slipping by Mobius and moving toward the bathroom.
"What are you doing?" Mobius asked, following Loki and standing in the doorway of the tight space.
Loki smirked slightly, tilting the can just enough for some of the liquid to pour out over the sink. Mobius made a strange jerk of his body as if wanting to stop Loki but hesitated.
"Come on, you wouldn't."
"I'm simply disposing of the vile substance, Mobius." With a wicked smile on his face, Loki proceeded to empty the remains of the can into the basin.
"Don't!" Mobius half-shouted, reaching for the now empty can feebly.
Loki dropped it into the sink for good measure. "Problem solved."
Mobius looked like he had watched a murder unfold right in front of him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily, shaking his head.
"Those are hard to get ahold of, Loki," Mobius snapped, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him out of the bathroom and back into the cramped living space. "Look, I'm tired, but I see what you are trying to do, testing the boundaries and all. Fine, whatever, I'll give you a pass for now and deal with your insubordinate behavior later, but that was really uncalled for and unnecessary, alright?"
Loki fixed a hard look at his handler, not answering.
He made a motion toward the bathroom before dropping his hands to his sides, sighing. "Now, we have a busy day tomorrow and I would like to get my eight hours in. Which reminds me…" Mobius pulled his TemPad from his chest pocket and fiddled with it. "Your sleeping quarters."
A greenish-gray portal appeared nearby Loki and he glanced at it momentarily before looking back at Mobius. "I thought I was staying here?"
"You are, in a sense. Here, I will walk you in," Mobius said, placing a hand in between Loki's shoulder blades and pressing into him, commanding him to follow.
The two entered the strange green portal and Loki froze in his tracks at what he stepped into. It was his own bedchambers in Asgard exactly as how he last left it. The soft glow of the fire bowls that hung off the walls illuminated them both in its soft, yellow-orange light, glinting off the gold trim that lined the frame of the bed. He looked at Mobius, confused.
"Are we…?"
"Nah. This is just something pulled from your memories," Mobius explained, having a look around. "Quite fancy, if I must say. High ceilings, ornate structure. Certainly far from cozy and quaint that's for sure."
Loki stared at his bed before turning around to face Mobius. "I'm afraid I do not understand."
"It's a fragment of memory materialized into the real thing. It is just this space, though, if you exit or try and leave it will just lead you right back here. But you can sleep here and be completely safe," Mobius said. "No one will bother you and I'll come get you in the morning."
"Okay," he responded hesitantly, not liking it.
"Okay." Mobius nodded, turning back toward the green door. "Now, did you need anything to sleep in? I can get you something if so."
Loki stared at his handler for a long moment, taking in how the glow of the firelight illuminated his garment and danced off his sun-kissed skin. Smirking, he slowly closed the distance between them. He risked leaning in slightly, lowering himself just enough to be level with Mobius' ear.
"I favor sleeping in the nude," Loki said in a hushed tone, pleased to see a minor shiver emit over Mobius' body. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"
Mobius inclined his head to meet Loki's gaze, jutting out his jaw slightly. "I wasn't going to enforce our agreements etiquette until tomorrow, especially with the few minor adjustments that are to be made now. Hence why I stupidly let you off the hook for that crime you committed back there."
He reinforced his statement by pointing at the portal beside him as he spoke. Loki raised a brow at this, curious as to why Mobius would do that after stating that the contract was considered active the second they signed it.
"Interesting," Loki said slowly, returning to his full height. "Why would you pardon me? We are bound."
Mobius raised his hands briefly before simply shrugging, not seeming to have a proper answer. "Call it another trial run."
"Mm, since we are on the topic," Loki said, trailing a finger across Mobius' jawline before resting it under his chin where he gently grabbed it to incline his handler's head more than it was, exposing his neckline. "Do you think Josta would make a fine safe word between us? I find the thing vile, yet you find it enjoyable. Seems easy enough to remember and relate to, don't you think?"
Mobius sucked in a breath, acting as if he'd been slapped. He batted Loki's hand away and pointed a stern finger at him.
"Boundaries, remember?"
Loki flicked his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, tilting his head to one side. "Yes, of course. However," he purred, closing the distance even more between them, his hands easily finding the man's hips. "I wish to serve out my punishment for my misbehavior now."
Mobius got very still, listening to Loki carefully to try and keep focused. "Why? You got a free pass. Figured you of all people would eagerly accept that."
As he spoke, Loki slipped his fingers into Mobius' waistband and lightly grazed his nails over the agent's hip bone. He was quite good at speaking with a level voice, that would be useful for later, perhaps. Loki gripped Mobius' hips then, pulling him close enough to grind against himself. What he found most amusing was that he was making no effort to pull away or deflect again despite his scolding about boundaries and the like.
"You are correct. But I figured we could play it out anyway in… what were you calling it? A trial run? If anything, it is a great aid for a good rest, I hear."
Loki had tested this question by pulling Mobius' sleep pants down just a bit so the band rested just under his hipline. He trailed his fingers over his handler's lower stomach, feeling the strength hidden behind his flesh as he reached the center below his navel. Mobius was deceptively strong. Loki made small circles there, watching as Mobius rolled his head back and seeming to melt into his touch. Loki had to have had him now, but kept it to himself as he gracefully knelt before him.
"You can't say that you've not been eager to know just how wicked my tongue really is." He lightly nuzzled against Mobius' stomach, taking in that faded musky scent in the process. "What say you?"
He did not stop his teasing fingers, but even with him looking up at Mobius under the soft light, he could see the dampness start to soil the fabric that hid his cock. The quietest of moans filled the space, and soon Loki felt Mobius' hands tangle in his hair, gripping it roughly but Loki found the sting exhilarating.
"You've permission…"
There was no hesitation, taking advantage of how easy it was to pull the fabric down, Loki had Mobius exposed in front of him within a second of his approval. Though, it seemed like there wasn't going to be much teasing or admiration going on as he had planned, for Mobius gripped at the back of his head and pulled him closer to his swelling cock, anchoring him in place. This was essentially a punishment on his end, he supposed, so the roughness was expected. Gripping Mobius' hips again, Loki wet his lips before parting them over the head where pre-come already moistened it. The stifled hiss and digging of fingers into his scalp indicated that Mobius had not fully anticipated or prepared for what was currently unfolding.
Loki smirked at this and didn't wait before completely swallowing Mobius' impressive thickness down in one motion. His handler nearly collapsed on top of him, however, and he carefully withdrew so he could suggest repositioning.
"Bed. Now," Mobius commanded, releasing Loki's hair to guide him up.
Loki barely waited for Mobius to get situated against the bedside before returning to his knees and consuming him once more. He grazed his teeth against him ever so gently on the pullback, but Mobius continued to dig his fingers into Loki's hair and scalp, effectively restricting his movements enough that he almost grew annoyed by it. That was until his handler thrusted his hips forward so he could fill Loki's mouth and throat once more.
He started to play then, snaking his tongue around the head of Mobius' cock. He took a hand and pulled back the foreskin enough in order for him to properly work the extra sensitive flesh. Mobius whined above him, using the edge of the bed to anchor himself against when his legs decided to tremble. Loki had found his niche and fell into a gentle rhythm of sucking and toying with the head while working the shaft with his hand. He'd slide him completely in every so often, allowing his tongue to trail over the entirety of him before reverting back to the drawn out teasing Loki found quite enticing.
Mobius would buck against him suddenly if he moved his tongue a certain way, almost choking him with his cock at the reaction. Loki found that his handler had good endurance and managed to hold back his climax for a while, but this made him want to find that edge to send him over the threshold that much more.
He slid his hands down over Mobius' thighs, leaving light pink trails behind. Taking Mobius' entire length in the process, he hummed against him while a hand started to fondle his sack. Mobius breathed heavily above him, yet managed to keep his firm grip on the back of Loki's head. A shiver snaked down his handler's body a few seconds later, and Loki tensed slightly when Mobius jolted deeper into his mouth. He was close at last, but a devious thought crossed Loki's mind if he should purposely delay him now, though he could admire Mobius' energy despite his claim of being exhausted earlier.
He slowed his pace and curled his tongue around Mobius' head. He continued to fondle his balls and slid the other hand around to cup his arse. Curious, Loki dipped a wandering finger in-between them, grazing it against Mobius' back entrance.
"Fuck, Loki!" Mobius gasped out, straining against Loki's mouth and now exploring fingers.
Loki deep-throated Mobius then, giving him a good suck, he felt the tightness in his sack before feeling the hot seed spill down his throat. His hands found hips again and he braced himself against them as Mobius pushed his hands against his head, digging his fingers deep into Loki's hair and scalp. Loki greedily drank his handler down, sucking every last drop from his cock until it started to go flaccid. Loki released him with a satisfying pop of his mouth off Mobius' head. His dick gave a valiant sway in response to it before continuing to go soft.
Mobius pulled Loki up by the firm grip on his hair, he had stumbled back onto the bed at the motion, but Loki made a point to remain firmly in place between his handlers legs while appeasing him by shifting to a straighter posture. Loki was breathing raggedly, spit and come gathered in the corners of his mouth as he met Mobius' gaze.
"Trial run, eh?" Mobius half-whispered, sliding his hands forward to cup Loki's face. "Better not hold out on me next time."
Loki flicked his tongue out to collect the remaining fluids from his lips, eager to kiss the man staring him down. "We've only just begun."
Mobius chuckled at this, releasing Loki and slowly getting to his feet. Loki shifted back to give him space and had to catch the whine in his throat when Mobius re-secured the pajama bottoms back over himself. He held a hand out for Loki to accept and he helped him off the floor. Loki stood over Mobius, hovering close as he silently hoped Mobius may change his mind and either allow him back to his room or stay in this one with him. He wasn't too keen on remaining here alone, and his offer still hung heavily in the air that he, indeed, had just started to scratch the surface of what he was capable of in order to please and pleasure the agent for his own gain.
"Let's not get too ahead of ourselves, yeah?" Mobius said after a very long time. "You're forgiven just this once, though. But don't take things that aren't yours."
He gave Loki a gentle squeeze on his shoulder before moving past him and for the green door, only pausing in front of it briefly to look back his way. "Get some rest. Good night."
Loki didn't respond, instead he made for the door the second Mobius stepped through it only for it to close inches in front of him. He sighed at the dead space, disappointed in the outcome. Not like he wasn't used to being alone in his room, he did sleep far more soundly when another was with him even if he woke up alone afterward. Throwing himself over the soft bedding, he stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, trying to decode why he did what he did to appease Mobius with the hope that he would stay or have him. Whatever the case, it clearly didn't work. It was a nice thought at least, but the exhaustion started to trickle in and he pushed that thought away, sitting up to strip before burying himself under the mound of royal purple blankets and pillows.
If he pulled them around himself tight enough, it felt like he was getting a hug…