Author's Note: don't have much to say here other than that Loki is a right little brat and Mobius is deceptively strong. He'd have to be to handle and maneuver jet ski, right? :3

Also, because I find it to be a fairly acceptable observation, the TVA has a way to stop magic, why not have it hinder ones overall strength too? Though, I put more eggs in the basket of that ability coming from the time collars, I am going to go out on a limb here and run with the intricate rune magic barring other magic to also weaken Variants strengths. I mean, how else are humans handling titans, right? The Hulk would wreck the place if he wasn't weakened in some way. So, yeah. Loki wasn't nerfed, the TVA is under magic and strength restriction runes (that do not effect their soldiers because hey need the ability to subdue the Variants);

Warning Tag: D/s Contract; D/s Relationship; Rough Oral Sex; Anal Sex; Anal Fingering; Power Kink; Strength Kink; Forced Submission; Punishment Enforcement; Testing Boundaries

Word Count: 6,027

Balancing the Control

If Loki was thirsty before, he was quite parched now and hoped there was something other than that dreadful drink to quench it at the cafeteria. Mobius had gently woken him from an unsettled sleep holding a fresh set of clothing for him that he generously left on the bed before excusing himself. He seemed to be really keen on privacy, or was maybe just playing up being bashful about it. Whatever the case, he left the murky green door open when he departed.

He dressed quickly and stepped through the portal to meet Mobius who was finishing with his tie. Loki was feeling particularly annoyed today (it was his own doing, but he wasn't going to admit that), so he decided to be a nuisance regardless of what the day held.

"G'morning," Mobius said, shrugging on his jacket. "New day, looking forward to the fresh start ahead of us."

Loki looked at him, unamused by the enthusiasm he was welcomed with. "You're quite chipper."

Mobius gave him a slap on his back before taking his shoes to the entryway. "It's so I don't remind myself that we are running a bit behind this morning, so if you could hustle some we can still make breakfast."

Since a meal was on the line, Loki refrained from rolling his eyes and attempted to get his tie done but kept fumbling over it. Seems like he wasn't fibbing about not being able to do one—by hand, anyway. Mobius let out an annoyed sigh and came over to help him. Loki barely had time to slip his own shoes on.

"Come on," Mobius said, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the door.

They all but sprinted down the angled halls for the cafeteria, making it with a handful of minutes to spare. Mobius swiped the first things he saw and placed them on a tray. Loki went to the beverages and grabbed a water as well as a hot mug of water with a bag of unmarked tea.

"One drink per person," the person behind the counter said when Loki met back up with Mobius.

"It is water," he said irritably. "One is just hot."

"One drink."

"Please don't start with this," Mobius said, rubbing his forehead. "Just put one back."

"Fine," he snapped.

Turning away from prying eyes, he went back to the beverage area and slipped the small bottle of water into his pocket before returning to Mobius with hands in the air. "Better?"

The TVA was easily a headache inducer, but they didn't seem observant enough to notice his theft as Mobius led them to an empty table. Loki noticed he was staring at him, but purposely ignored him as he prepped the tea.

"Bad night?" Mobius asked after a moment, sipping his coffee.

"Whatever do you mean?" Loki asked sarcastically, eying the bowl of mysterious substance Mobius pushed his way. "I had a splendid night. Seems like you did too considering you're running late to a job that you've been doing since forever."

"The attitude says otherwise," Mobius pointed out, focusing on stirring whatever it was in his own bowl. "Not getting exactly what you wanted must sting. There is no need to be a sourpuss about it, though."

Loki glowered at him, flaring his nostrils in agitation at how heavy handed that statement was.

"Better eat up. We only have a few minutes."

This whole being rushed thing was not going to work out so well if it became a regular occurrence. Loki hesitantly pulled the bowl to him, poking at it with the utensil that was shoved in it already and gave it a quick sniff. It looked to be some kind of grain mixed in cream and had very small pieces of fruit in it. Mobius tapped at his watch, pulling Loki from his thoughts to look at him.

"Time is of the essence, Loki," Mobius stressed, already finishing his own bowl and coffee. "If you want more leisure time with your breakfast you'd wake up sooner."

Ah, so he was going to play the blame game that way. He rolled his eyes at that, it wasn't as if Loki tripped Mobius and he fell into him with his mouth catching his cock or anything. Blaming him for oversleeping was child's play, especially when he simply could've said no and enforced it. The idiot was practically begging, so he was not going to be held responsible for his tardiness. If Loki was in a better mood he'd think it might've been good for him that he got a decent night's sleep, but he didn't feel like throwing a pity party because at least one of them got it, and it wasn't him.

He decided to drink his tea to get rid of the scratchiness in his throat instead of arguing about who was at fault. There was barely a hint of mint flavoring in it, but he drank it anyway and chanced a bite of the porridge-like meal. It wasn't bad, and the fruit happened to be peaches, but just as he started to settle into accepting it, Mobius dragged him to his feet, and he snatched the bowl up as he was guided to Mobius' cubicle by a light hand on his lower back.

"You aren't supposed to bring food or drinks outside of the cafeteria," Mobius scolded but didn't take it away.

"You take that rotten drink outside of the cafeteria," Loki snapped between hasty bites.

"When you've been here as long as I have you're granted certain privileges," he said, "Privileges that do not extend to my charges."

Loki managed to finish before they entered the other room and tossed the evidence in the bin that he passed. Mobius did not approve based on the heavy sigh he made but made no comment. They got to his desk and Mobius promptly parked Loki front and center at it, waking up the computer device and setting up whatever nonsense he was going to expose him to today.

"Hope you took notes because today is quiz day," Mobius said, pulling the yellow pad from a shelf and placing it on the desk for Loki.

Loki blinked a few times in confusion. "Already?"

"Just do your best. It's all the easy stuff," he assured, giving his shoulder a squeeze. "I'll be back soon."

Loki expressed his annoyance with a heavy huff, watching as Mobius disappeared around a corner.

"Hey, y'all!" a feminine voice said, startling Loki.

A holographic clock now stood on top of the notepad, waving at him with a cheery smile. "Welcome to the Time Variance Authority's training regime. I'm Miss Minutes, and I will be your liaison today. Let's get started."

She motioned her hand to the computer screen where a question and a list of answers appeared on it. Loki growled in annoyance, scanning the text before glaring at the clock who rambled out a bunch of stuff he wasn't listening to. This was going to be a strenuous, bothersome day.

By lunchtime Loki was bordering on a murderous state of mind. Miss Minutes grated on his nerves and reprimanded him for everything. She was certainly one of the worst things he's had to endure for quite a while. Mobius had come and gone throughout the morning, sipping away at that drink every time he came by (on purpose, Loki just knew it). The peppered praise and touches to his back and shoulder was probably the only thing that truly kept him from setting the desk on fire simply because he liked it and wanted for it to keep happening. And the only way to get it was to cooperate and behave… mostly.

A tap on his shoulder pulled him from his plotting thoughts, and he looked up to meet Mobius' gaze.

"Lunchtime," he said, flicking his wrist.

Loki quickly got to his feet, ready to be anywhere but here. Miss Minutes waved them off, her shrill voice saying something but he long since tuned her out.

"I have realized that you've yet to tell me what this assignment you recruited me for actually is," Loki said, falling into step with Mobius' gait.

"And you didn't think it was on a need to know basis?" Mobius asked, pushing the door open and holding it for Loki.

"Figured as much, but I don't even know anything about it to begin with," Loki stressed. "I do like to have at least an inkling of what I am getting myself into beforehand."

"I know," he responded so casually, like he was keeping a twisted secret from him. "And again, a need to know basis. I want you to stay focused on the training first before feeding your curiosity about anything else."

Loki sighed, clearly exasperated by the answer. How was he supposed to prepare without knowing what lied ahead? Obviously he wasn't a stranger to it, but knowing that there was useful information purposely being kept from him drove him to infuriating levels of annoyance. Strategic planning did have its uses, especially when there was reliable intel available just out of reach. He's killed people for less, and that wasn't even on the table, either.

"Fine," was all he managed to say.

He tailed Mobius through the line, taking the liberty to choose his own meal this go around and hopefully not be rushed through it like how the morning went down. They took their seats in silence, and Loki absently played with whatever open-faced sandwich and carrot sticks he grabbed while lost in thought. Mobius sat across from him, content with his own lunch and focused on writing out whatever it was. Probably the portion of the contract that needed to be drafted. Loki slid his leg forward, making contact with Mobius' that he pressed against, sliding the tip of his shoe up his ankle. It was just enough for Mobius to look up and catch his gaze, and Loki gave him a lazy smirk in return.

"Can't you just give me a little something about it?" he asked so sweetly, leaning over the table. "A name or… a cause? Anything."

"You will not be satisfied until you get it, will you?" he asked.

Loki simply continued his subtle gesture of tangling his leg in and around Mobius', holding his attention as he waited ever so patiently for his handler to give in. He let out a sigh, leaning heavily in his seat.

"The Variant we have been after is another version of you. They have been quite the pain in the ass for us, like someone else I know."

Loki's brows shot up at this snippet of news. Though it was just enough to satisfy him, it did not stop the ever bubbling list of new questions about it to come forward.

"It all makes sense now," Loki said, smiling devilishly. "To catch a me, you need me. How poetic."

"As if you needed the ego boost, but you're welcome anyway," Mobius said nonchalantly, pointing his fork at Loki's lunch. "Might want to get on that."

"What's keeping you—us—from looking for the Variant now?" Loki probed, hoping that he wiggled in just enough.

"Because we have no idea where they are. We have no choice but to sit and wait for their next target," Mobius explained, stabbing into his spring salad that was mixed with zucchini, avocado, pepper, and red pepper flakes.

"And what is that?"

"Our minutemen squads."

Loki was more confused about everything than when he was before. Before long, they were back at Mobius' desk and he was, yet again, summoned away. He swore that man never sat still, it was probably because of all that Josta he drank. Before Miss Minutes could get too far into her drivel, Mobius was back and pulled him away to a briefing on his first mission.

He botched it up, but it was a nice little try to see how far he could push Mobius and the others. He managed to stall just shy of the redline, however, and he was a little disappointed in not being able to see what exactly would happen should it reach that threshold.

Mobius, however, was very unhappy about the deception used against him. He was quiet as they left the Faire and went back to the TVA. Loki wasn't sure why he was so irritated, he didn't even bother using any of his magic, which he easily could have done to trick them even further with his claim. They walked down a lot of hallways and to one of the elevators. Mobius pressed the button for it and silently waited, hands firmly in his pockets as he blatantly ignored Loki standing a little bit too closely beside him.

"Come on, you can't say you didn't anticipate even a little bit of incorporation on my part," Loki defended. "It was hardly anything compared to what I am actually capable of."

Mobius graced him with a piercing look before entering the elevator. He waved an agitated hand at Loki to follow and pressed a button.

"Naturally, but I simply—and foolishly, apparently—thought you'd want to be on your best behavior considering it was your first dose of the outside world in about two days," Mobius snapped out, tone clipped. "Guess you weren't kidding about that wicked tongue of yours being capable of more than what you were originally intending to use it for."

Loki rolled his eyes at that, feeling his own annoyance surfacing. "Oh, shut up. You're the one who—"

A hard sting assaulted the side of his face and jawline before he could fully register that Mobius had slapped him. Loki put a hand under his chin, smirking at the residual bite of the slap tingling under his skin.

"Care to try that again?" he goaded, prepared for it this time.

Mobius had other plans. He grabbed a wrist and twisted Loki around to face away from him and pressed his entire weight into his body, slamming him into the wall. He kicked out one of Loki's knees while leaning heavily into him, forcing the god to kneel. Loki fought against his hold, but found that Mobius really knew what he was doing with the position he had on him. He also felt weaker than he should be, like something was somehow restricting his strength. He really did not like that. He looked up in the reflection of the over-polished gold accented wall, seeing the hardness behind Mobius' eyes as he glared back at him. He stopped struggling then when the feeling of humiliation took over.

"You compromised the mission, Loki. Now I have to answer for it," he said slowly, voice level but firm. "You could get pruned for this."

Loki found himself taking in deep breaths, feeling the burn starting to creep into his subdued arm that was twisted and pressed firmly into his back. His knee dug uncomfortably into the rough ground, but he refused to break the reflected eye contact.

"This is cause for punishment, but not in here," Mobius continued, not slacking his grip. "Need I remind you of your role, you will not talk to me like that again."

The ping of the elevator was the queue for Loki to be released. Mobius was out of the elevator before the doors were barely open enough to slip through, leaving Loki to clamber to his feet and chase after him like a lost puppy. He knew his embarrassment was still fresh on his flushed face, leaving him warm and uncomfortable from it. But the thrill he felt while being forced into submission like that was all that reeled through his mind. All thoughts of the Variant and the mission long gone. He strangely liked it, but also didn't. It was quite a devastating position to be put in to surrender to weakness and helplessness like that, but it rang slightly differently as well.

Did he not indirectly ask to be put in his place by his handler, after all? It was all in the contract, and he had read through it carefully a few times now while gladly ignoring the training so he knew exactly what was there. Everything Mobius did was written in and approved by him, Loki simply was not expecting how he would feel about it when executed, least of all humiliation.

He decided he quite liked this arrangement so far.

Mobius was still quite peeved after his talk with the Judge (a meeting he was not allowed to be in and instead had to wait outside), and was very forward that Loki was not off the hook yet. He made sure that he gave Mobius as much space as he was able in this elevator ride and remained quiet throughout the trip down. He was taken to a new area of the TVA Loki hadn't yet seen; a vast library that was several layers above and below where they were, and wall-to-wall rows of shelves narrowly separated from each other that it was cramped if two people tried to walk between them together.

He was sat down at yet another desk with piles of slightly less organized files and papers stacked up around him. Mobius gave him a reluctant pat between his shoulder blades as he explained.

"These are every case we've encountered with the Variant so far. I encourage you to really get into it, see if we missed something, a pattern or habit that you could pick up that we haven't seen yet." He started to leave then before pausing. "Do well and you can have that glowy cube back, perhaps."

"The Tesseract," Loki supplied with a hint of sarcasm.

Mobius snapped his fingers. "Yes, that thing. You can do this, Loki." And, with another more enthusiastic pat on his back, he started to walk away. "I'm going to grab a snack. I'll be back shortly to check in."

Loki let out a loud, growling breath, wondering why he hadn't managed to wreck absolute havoc on this place yet. No contract would essentially stop him, especially if it was up in flames, but he shoved that ever growing fury down, needing to keep himself in check considering his actual life was on the line and his actions had heavier consequences here than he'd ever experienced so far (he refused to put the stint in New York and what led up to it on that list. That entire incident was littered with far more baggage than he was willing to ever go over at any point again and was glad to keep a tight lid on it until the day he died, honestly).

After what felt like forever and having his schemes thwarted by stuffy librarians, he actually sat down and put some effort into the task given to him. It wasn't an easy one considering what he came across, but after taking a moment to recollect himself and gather his thoughts did it hit him. He was beelining it to the cafeteria where Mobius was the second it dawned on him.

A lot of time had passed and they essentially got nowhere after Loki's revelation. Dinner had come and gone and they didn't stop their search for… who knew really. Mobius suggested narrowing it down to places that had resources before the devastation would hit, but even that wasn't narrow enough. He was dozing off at the table due to the exhaustion of the day (and poor sleep the night before), unable to even register whatever he was looking at anymore.

Mobius tapped his shoulder, pulling him from the haze of sleep, he stretched like a cat and got to his feet.

"Let's call it a night."

The walk back to his quarters was a blur, too tired to make conversation much less capable of listening to anything Mobius might have brought up to begin with. He didn't even bother with Mobius' weird no shoes on inside thing as he slipped in before Mobius and toppled onto the firm mattress.

"You really have zero regard for simple rules, don't you?" Mobius scolded, going through his own mindless routine in the process.

Loki barely mustered the energy to flip him off to pay his opinion on it. He shifted to his side to try and get more comfortable on the impossibly hard bed.

"Careful with that, remember?" he warned.

Loki could feel his eyes scraping over every inch of him, but he didn't care at the moment. Right now he just wanted to sleep, but this bed was not going to do at all. It was so unforgiving.

Mobius exited the bathroom in his sleepwear and damp hair a short time later. Loki had managed to adjust to be slightly more comfortable and propped against the pillows and frame. He flipped through the magazine that always seemed to be wherever Mobius nested at.

"Put that away. God, can you not snoop whenever I'm not around?" he said, sighing and ruffling his salt and pepper hair.

Loki was about to argue, but dropped it back on the nightstand out of courtesy. He pushed enough buttons already, and Mobius didn't appear to be in a tolerant mood anymore.

"You have a great deal of unusual things planted around your spaces that do not seem to belong. Why's that?" Loki asked, genuinely curious about the anomalies.

"It isn't really your concern and I'd like for you to leave it be, alright?" Mobius asked, waving a dismissive hand as he went to deposit his clothing in the closet.

Loki could see he was quite tense and wondered what brought that on. Was it something he did that caused this anxiousness? Before he could dig at it further, Mobius moved to sit beside him on the bed and continued speaking.

"You did great work today, by the way. Might I offer you your prize?" He opened the bedside drawer and pulled out the Tesseract, offering it to Loki. "You earned it."

Loki accepted the dully lit cube, feeling a swell of… something wash over him. It felt nice, but it wasn't because of the cube, it was the words of praise.

"Even with my misgivings? You still grant me this?"

"Why not? Your theory on the apocalypses is a huge feat that should be celebrated," Mobius reasoned. "Though I wish I could appease it further by being able to properly test it. Judge Renslayer will never approve of something like that."

Loki shifted forward, setting the Tesseract on top of the magazine. It really was nothing more than a paperweight, as that oaf had called them, but it still did make a nice little trinket to have regardless.

He pressed his chest against Mobius' back, snaking an arm around his waist to tease the skin just under the hem of his nightshirt. That faint scent still stuck to him, and it was going to drive him mad if he couldn't figure out how it was so familiar to him and what it was. He nuzzled into the crook of his neck, taking in the remaining traces of it while light fingers drew patterns around Mobius' navel.

"I still say we do it, approval be damned," he half-whispered, feeling his handler tense ever so slightly before melting back into him. "No one will ever know. I assure you."

Mobius chuckled, the sound resonated in Loki's chest, mixing with the unfamiliar brew that stirred deep within there. "But you cannot be certain of these things, hence my rejection. We can't risk it, I'd lose my job and you'll be dead."

"Nothing I haven't dealt with before," Loki deadpanned, ceasing his gentle touch when Mobius captured his hand with his own. "If I know myself, and I do, I know that I'm right about this. And I love to be right."

As he hoped, the seduction mixed with reasonable conversation seemed to have muddled Mobius' mind enough to give into Loki's advances. He nibbled against Mobius' neck, attempting to will the man into giving into his need to prove himself right on this, that should it be true (and it was), he would successfully lead a huge breakthrough in the investigation.

But, much to his frustration, Mobius recovered from the subspace enough to thwart his attempt. He turned some to face Loki, holding up that finger between them whenever he was about to drop something Loki probably wouldn't like.

"You were quite uncooperative in the field," Mobius recalled, a new glint in his eye. "And in the elevator. And this morning. And the night before."

Loki pulled away suddenly, appalled. "Not this again. Last night was not entirely my doing, nor was this morning. You—"

Mobius wasn't having any of it and clapped a hand right over his mouth, pushing him back onto the bed in the process before situating himself directly over him. He still held his hand firmly over his mouth, but Loki made no real effort to fight against him. He simply looked straight into the clear blue eyes, trying to keep his breathing steady.

"I will give you two options." He held up a finger in his line of sight as a physical counter. "You can either show me how you'd apologize, or I enforce the appropriate punishment for these actions, and that list might not be so pleasant for you."

He waited a beat before releasing Loki, but he didn't stop straddling his hips. Those blue eyes darkened some at the proposals, but Loki could feel that fresh fire igniting and eating away the exhaustion from earlier. After recalling the embarrassing moment in the elevator, he felt like that was punishment enough for the time being since it was still fresh on his mind, still a tender hurt to his pride. A smirk formed then and he slowly sat up to close the distance between them.

"As you wish," he whispered in an ear, flitting a tongue against his earlobe.

Of course he was going to take the easy way out. He drug his tongue and teeth along his handlers jawline, feeling the stubble prick against it like little needles before he paused at the corner of Mobius' mouth.

"We had only just begun, after all," Loki added, whispering against Mobius' lips.

Mobius stole the words from him as he dug his hand into his hair and pulled him in, capturing his lips. He was quite assertive despite his otherwise gentle outward personality, splitting Loki's mouth open with his tongue in order to take in the coolness of his mouth. Loki could only imagine how it felt wrapped around his cock and assumed it would be quite the sensation given his colder traits.

Loki soon tested his authority and shifted his hips in a way that wobbled Mobius' balance in order to break free from the hold. The agent rolled onto his back, and Loki did not release his mouth in the meantime, offering a hard bite of his lower lip to hold on. As he went down with him, He grinded his hips into Mobius', feeling his desire swelling along with his own. After sliding his hands up under the bothersome nightshirt, Loki pulled away and easily worked it off his handler and relished in the moment, drinking in Mobius' physique. His skin was evenly tanned, accentuating the outline of his stomach's strength but it was not as obvious as he'd thought. He was pulled down then by his tie, melding against Mobius as his handler took advantage of his awe to nip at his ear and eagerly sucked and nibble at his neck. He somehow slipped his hands between them and was popping the buttons from the shirt as he continued to bite down on the now exposed collarbone. The potential bruising would be a little difficult to hide should any arise, but it wasn't something either of them were thinking about right now.

His shirt was off before he could register it, and Mobius moved his hands to his hips where he continued to work Loki out of his trousers with skilled fingers. He was lost in the sensation of how his teeth bit into him, leaving a burning sting in its wake only for a warm tongue to wash over it. The assault peppered down his chest, the bites weren't intended to be pleasant but it shot a fresh dose of desire straight to his core with each one. He trailed his hands over every inch he could of Mobius' skin, giving into the mild discomfort of the strength of each nip he received in turn. It only stopped when Mobius commanded him to finish discarding his trousers. Loki decided to retaliate by sinking his teeth into Mobius' shoulder after kicking away the garment. His handler gasped suddenly, body jerking in response. A sharp sting resonated throughout Loki's body then, Mobius had flat out spanked him, hard. The tingling scattered across the outline of his hand that pressed firmly on his now bare arse. He was quite shocked by it.

"You are not allowed to bite during a punishment," Mobius reminded, receiving a really bratty eye-roll from Loki in turn.

"Watch me," Loki challenged, leaning in for another attempt.

Mobius' entire demeanor changed then, and Loki was thrown off his handler and flat on his own back. He was stared down by Mobius' darkened eyes, and he actually felt temporarily paralyzed by it.

His pant line was lowered and Mobius was sitting on his knees, pinning Loki's arms firmly against him in the process. He hovered over Loki's face, his cock brushing his cheek and the corner of his mouth and his sack radiated heat as it rested over his throat.

"No biting," Mobius all but snarled out, his gravelly voice burrowing right into Loki's cock. "Did you forget already?"

"No."

It was a simple answer, but very loaded all the same. Of course he didn't forget, that was the point. Mobius forced open his mouth with the head of his dick and explored his lips and the roof of his mouth with it.

"Do nothing," he commanded before completely sitting on Loki's face.

He felt his thickness fill the back of his throat, and it was met with a hard pressure on his shoulder. Mobius had shifted a knee to now have it sitting beside his face and his shin pressed firmly against his shoulder. It was quite uncomfortable but knew it was leverage for Mobius to thoroughly fuck his mouth ragged for a good solid minute. All he could do was rest his hands over Mobius' hips, cling for dear life, and breathe through it as he was shoved into the unmoving mattress repeatedly by the force. Mobius didn't even come from it, but it wasn't exactly like Loki was allowed to play to help that along, either.

Loki gasped and swallowed dryly when Mobius withdrew. The back of his throat burned, but he ignored it once he was released from the pressure of his leg, the ache in his shoulder was more prominent. He found this darker, rougher side of Mobius quite fascinating, completely night and day from his work etiquette persona. He wanted to see this side more, but it was quite late, and he still needed Mobius to get on board with testing the apocalypse theory.

Mobius moved to rest against the headboard, the mix of the soft orange light and the blue gloom of the Tesseract marbled over his chest. Loki noted that he had his pants positioned back over him and he pouted at this. Another form of subtle punishment—concealment while he was left exposed. He slowly crept toward him, resting on Mobius' thighs and deliberately avoiding the strain of the fabric against his groin, he traced light fingers up Mobius' chest, teasing his nipples before roaming up over his shoulders, neck, and into his hair.

"Will you still have me?" he whispered after his eyes met Mobius'.

His voice was hoarse, a residue from the brutal oral fucking he endured moments ago.

"You done testing me?"

His look was intense, it did things to his insides. Knowing his voice would betray him, he gave a single nod in response and one of Mobius' hands snaked underneath him and gripped an arse cheek, massaging it and spreading it wide. The single finger that came between them tapped the tip of his nose, the action sending a brief flare of annoyance through Loki.

"Behave."

That hand soon took hold of Loki's other cheek, and he followed the silent command to sit up on his knees so he could have better access. It wasn't long before he felt Mobius' digits start grazing over his rim, but Loki wasn't going to allow the teasing and abruptly sat on them, taking the two fingers in eagerly. He released a moan, feeling them gently explore and stretch, but he soon realized that he was not going to be patient enough to be properly worked. Even knowing how naturally endowed his handler was, he didn't care, he could handle it. He wanted him.

He pulled the band of Mobius' sleep pants down just enough to free his cock. Loki lifted himself up to position over him immediately. Mobius gripped his arse firmly, effectively stopping him.

"What are you doing?"

Loki met his eyes, Mobius was concerned about what he was about to do without the prep work. He cupped his face with his hands, feeling the scratch of his stubble there scrape against his palm.

"Taking option one."

He lowered himself onto Mobius, capturing his hiss in his mouth as he bottomed out. It was like a key to a lock, and he couldn't help but shiver as he was aggressively worked open to accommodate.

Moving his hips, Loki got a good feel of his handler, but also knew that he was not going to last long based on how he twitched within him. Mobius locked Loki's head in place with a firm grip in his hair, the bite of his fingers dug into his scalp left him breathless when he was forced to pull back and break the kiss.

"Stay quiet," Mobius commanded, tone wavering some when Loki shifted himself purposely.

He smirked at the small victory.

His hair was released, but his hips were firmly grabbed instead and lifted Loki up. He felt Mobius' length slide against him before it scraped deeply back in. This was repeated a few times, and Loki had to clamp his tongue between his teeth to keep from moaning. When Mobius started meeting him halfway with his own hips, hitting that sweet spot, was when Loki slipped up, resulting in three wondrous wallops on his arse. They shot through him like a drug, and he found his otherwise well-controlled cock weeping and spilling out over his handler's chest as a result. Mobius came deeply in him moments after, and Loki found himself leaning into him to bury his face in the crook of his neck as Mobius withdrew. He panted heavily, his ecstasy had happened very suddenly and unexpectedly, he knew he could last far longer than that, so what happened?

Mobius stroked his hair lovingly as he gathered himself to settle down from his own high. Loki started to nuzzle his neck again, drunk on that fading musky scent.

"Should I be wrong, you can kill me yourself," he whispered.

The words tasted bitter on his tongue, granting another permission to take his life was not an every day offer in the slightest but he was more than confident in his theory there was no real threat offered. There was something about disappointing Mobius that made him feel quite troubled at the thought. Even with his dangerous side, he really didn't want to mess about with it on this assignment because it was important to the agent, thus important to him.

It even surprised himself being so attached to someone so quickly like this.

Mobius pulled his face from his neck, stroking his cheek with a thumb, Loki met his tired eyes. "You really think it will work?"

"I know that it will."

Loki was allowed to stay with Mobius that night.