Author's Note: I am pleased to announce the chapter that started it all... chapter 5.

This was what I originally wrote for my bestie as a 1-shot that lead to all of... [waves hand] ...this that we have now. I am also graciously sharing the image as the story's cover that sparked the idea to begin with because how can I not? It was all canon's fault, really. I mean... Come on!

Secondly, because this story decided to have a plot, I have had to split chapter 6 into two parts now because plot. That pesky and tricky little thing and all the other things in between. The only real thing I worry about is that you all won't still love me after we get through this second half together... you all are really not going to like me after this... [grimaces]. Blame the plot. You get an extra chapter at least... so... yay?

Warning Tag: D/s Punishment Methods; Consentual Non-Consent; Safeword Use; Rough Anal Sex, Spanking/Lashing/Belting; Makeshift Restraints; Rough Probing; Rough Stretching; Gagging

Word Count: 3,366

Surrendering to Control

The silence was deafening. The lack of eye contact. The cold tension between them. It was maddening. Loki didn't speak, nor did he resist the guards taking him to wherever Mobius desired to take him. He allowed himself to be at his handlers mercy. But much to his displeasure, of course it had to be that room.

They entered the film room where it had all started. Mobius stood by the chair on the right, and Loki was moved toward the one on the left. Mobius made a dismissive motion with his hand, yet taking great measures to not look his way at all.

"Leave us," Mobius said to the guards.

"Sir?" Hunter D-90 questioned, unsure of why they're being dismissed.

"I've got everything under control," he assured, holding out his hand to the minuteman. "Leave me your weapon and I'll take it from here."

The guards released Loki and handed off the baton to Mobius before exiting the room. Loki kept his eyes on his handler until the second he heard the doors click closed, he collapsed down onto his knees before Mobius. Head bowed, Loki fixated on the sleek brown boots that had been hidden in the closet all those days ago, hands resting on his thighs, legs tucked underneath him. He fought the sting in his eyes, knowing full well that Mobius was not happy with him in the slightest.

Unable to stand the deafening silence any longer, Loki swallowed hard, the time collar scraping uncomfortably against his throat from the action.

"Mobius…"

The sharp hiss that was returned had Loki close his eyes, sucking in a stuttering breath, he dared to try again, just above a whisper.

"Allow me your attention—"

"Silence!"

The command sent a painful resonating pang through his body, and oh, how he loathed that word and the agent knew it. Mobius moved towards him, the tapping of his boots indicated this, and he felt the faintest of swishing in the air that told him he was right beside him now, yet Loki dared to not open his eyes or look up.

A hand lingered so close to his shoulder but did not touch. Loki could feel the heat radiating from it, the static of warmth between the empty space separating the contact. It was maddening.

"Please…" Loki whispered so quietly he wondered if he even said the word. He was not the sort to resort to begging, but this time… it was different. "Please allow me to explain."

More sound was heard in quick movements then. The scratching of material and the clinking of metal all mixed together. It took everything Loki had to not succumb to his curiosity and investigate. He already pushed the barrier enough speaking thrice without permission.

"Even trained you still have no control over your need to be heard," Mobius finally spoke.

It was not a comforting tone. It was cold, distant, intended to not bring him pleasure or assurance. Loki disobeyed, and now he'd be punished for it.

Fabric suddenly wrapped over his barely parted lips and forced his mouth open. A bar of metal—Mobius' tie clip—pressed against his tongue, and the firm knot at the back of his neck ensured that the makeshift gag would remain in its place. At least Mobius granted him the mercy of keeping his hair untangled from the material.

"Better." Mobius stood behind him now, his close proximity pricking at his skin. "Wrists."

His command was simple, crisp, and Loki obliged without hesitating. He squared his shoulders, straightened his back, and moved his arms to be positioned behind him, wrists crossed in wait to be bound. Mobius' hands worked quickly, efficiently, despite the makeshift tools he had to use. The bite of leather and metal from its buckle dug into Loki's skin when his handler secured the bind around them. He knew there was a tail on the end that Mobius held onto. A knee pressed in between his shoulder blades, a silent, firm command that Loki would resist any other time but today, he lowered himself to the ground to where his nose touched the floor and his hair curtained around his face. Mobius pulled his arms back with the excess belt tail, making them taught and starting to burn from the strain. He did not remove his knee.

"I gave you what you craved, what you deeply desired, what you yearned for, and for what in return?" Mobius said, voice level, hollow even.

Loki could even say he sounded hurt. He took a breath, the sleek orange floors void of any dust or grime. They were so polished and smooth he could almost see himself. Resting his forehead onto the floor now, the silence lingered, but Loki dared to not respond, it was a test… a difficult one.

"Yet here you are, the most submissive that you've been with me so far, all because you know that what you did was royally fucked," Mobius hissed over him. "You knew that I was not going to allow Ravonna to prune either of you, yet you ran off anyway. Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to convince her to allow me to keep you in the beginning? And how much damage that your little stunt caused with that trust between her and I now?"

The tears started to glisten, from the pain in his arms, from his thighs, from the humiliation he allowed himself to be put in… from hurting Mobius. Loki swallowed the feelings down. He deserved this.

A calloused hand combed through his hair then, and Loki couldn't help but press his head into the touch even when it grabbed a firm hold into it. Mobius removed his knee and promptly yanked Loki back up to his knees by his hair. He endured the jolt of pain, straightening his back immediately, relieved his arms were allowed to go slack.

Mobius shifted his grip from his hair to under his jawline, commanding Loki to tilt his head upward. When they made eye contact, it took everything Loki had to not release a sob. Mobius' ocean blue eyes were furious, yet he was struggling to hide his feelings of betrayal and own pain that came from it.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

He was given a choice now of which path to take from here. At this point Loki just wanted to ask for the lashings rather than speak his piece. It would make Mobius feel better at least, and he needed to face proper consequences for a change. Maybe the truth would be better received after… the paths could always realign at a later point.

"I deserve your punishment," Loki said as clearly as he could with the gag restricting his tongue.

Mobius tilted his head ever so slightly, a blip of surprise veiled his expression. Loki always took the easier path when he'd messed up the last few times. It allowed him explanation for his actions and received a mild swat on the wrist, so to speak, and a firm talking to to realign boundaries and expectations. This time, he wanted it, he wanted his handler to thoroughly lay into him, to use him like a tool and fuck him senseless for his pleasure only.

Loki was pulled to his feet by his jawline, and he obliged. Shifting his grip to the nape of his neck, Mobius guided him over to the table where he bent him over the cool lacquered top. A hand snaked around Loki's waist, making quick work of removing his belt, button, and zipper. There were no undergarments for Mobius to work around, so it was easy for him to slide his hand down a smooth hip, hooking a finger around the waistline to pull it down along the way. The exposure had Loki shiver in anticipation, and the trousers quickly pooled at his ankles.

His heart fluttered when Mobius massaged his arse and thighs, and, almost unprepared for it, Loki clenched his teeth into the gag when the first blow struck. The leather licked harshly against his skin, leaving a stinging shock behind and the flesh reddening in response. Mobius was calculated with each lashing, switching sides with each one to not over abuse a single area. He hit lower this time, the belt wrapping around Loki's thigh like a coiled snake, and he groaned in response to the searing pain it left behind. His cock had just begun to weep, and after several harsh licks of the belt (Loki lost count in the haze, but he was sure his thighs and cheeks were a matching lusty gallant pink at this point), Mobius ceased his assault and gently wrapped a hand around his length and gave him a couple rough pulls. Loki moaned despite himself, trying to shift so he could press into the contact. Mobius collected the milky substance Loki offered him in his hand, using it to slather over the welting skin and pull the heat from it as best as he could. His touch was soothing, light, enough to make Loki tremble from it. He didn't deserve this so soon, Mobius was being forgiving, but he didn't want that just yet.

Pressing his damp forehead onto the table, Loki let out a heavy breath, straining against his gag in order to speak. "I deserve your worst, s-sir."

It seemed like Loki was pulling all the stops this time… submitting willingly, accepting punishment instead of squirreling out of it with eloquent words that bore some form of honesty and truth to his actions. Using the title Mobius wished he'd use but Loki denied him the entire time when they found themselves in similar, more pleasant situations. Yes, Loki much rather preferred their activities in the privacy and safety of Mobius' chambers, where he held the most control over their exchanges, where he received the most pleasure. But not this time… this time, Mobius needed this, he needed it too, and he gave it to him willingly.

The slap was sudden, unexpected even, open handed and exhilarating that Loki's breath hitched. It's sound resonated across the room. Loki flexed his hands, hoping that he could brush his fingers over fabric to no avail. Mobius loosened his restraints, freeing his wrists, albeit temporarily.

"Arms above your head."

He obeyed, and soon his binds were re-secured. He felt far more vulnerable now than before, unable to reach for Mobius like he always wished to do so when he was taken, so instead he curled his fingers around the edge of the table. Mobius was capable of a lot of things, Loki knew, but he was now drifting into unknown waters, unsure of how he was going to proceed with this punishment. He was keeping physical contact minimal, and what was made was intended to cause pain, it was something Loki didn't know would bother him so much, but it did.

When he felt hands pressed against his chest, Loki sucked in a breath in order to keep that contact. Deft fingers popped the buttons from his shirt so quickly it was a surprise none came completely off from the speed. Tie was quickly discarded, and the white shirt was soon pulled and parted upward, collecting at the back of his neck. Mobius had rolled it to gather it up properly, and now used it as yet another security to keep Loki's movement limited since his arms were still in the shirt. A clinking of a buckle and the sound of something moving through fabric was heard, but before Loki could decipher what it was, a whine escaped from deep in his chest when the rough side of a leather belt was wrapped around the base of his cock. The cold metal of the clasp pressed uncomfortably into the underside, and he winced when Mobius decided to give it a tightening jerk.

Loki could stop this at any time, could say the safeword (Josta, ironically enough), could sign the signal as well, could cease this torture and discomfort and instead be locked away in a time jail for a while instead. But no, not yet. Rough fingers scraped down his bare back, and he arched into it as best as he could. His breathing labored from the intensity of what was going on and what he currently was enduring.

"You will not come," Mobius commanded, insinuating his words by tightening the vice now wrapped around him. "You will not make a sound, or you'll be belted."

'Impossible,' Loki wanted to say, he struggled to contain his mewling and gasps already.

Mobius closed a hand around his length again, milking the pre-come and collecting it. It was far from what Loki would call a dignified act, using it as a salve and now lube, but Mobius was skilled with the tools given to him and the limited resources in the once sterile room. Loki's knees nearly buckled when Mobius slipped three digits into him, the stifled groan was met with a sudden jerk of the belt clasped on his cock and three harsh strikes of the tail to his lower back. He bit harshly against the gag, the tie clip digging painfully into his mouth, the tears threatened to escape until he snapped his eyes closed.

Mobius worked him quickly, unpleasantly, stretching and prepping for what was to come next. Loki's breaths started to hurt as the pressure built deep in his core, the bite of leather and metal against his cock startling him away from release and relief. It burned his lungs, but he swallowed it back, knowing he'd endure—and has endured—far, far worse. It simply struck a different chord coming from Mobius. The lack of preparation for when the next step came was anxiety inducing, especially when it was new territory and experience with Mobius for Loki, and for good reason. The exposure, humiliation, the risk of anyone simply walking in unannounced to see the vulnerable state he was put in was… appalling to say the least.

He was taken in a heartbeat, Mobius wasn't gentle as he bottomed out. Loki let out a strangled cry, which resulted in three more bites from the belt to his legs. Feeling Mobius' thickness pull away just as quickly only to repeat the action again had Loki's knees actually tremble under him. Had it not been for Mobius' firm grip on his hips, he'd have fallen to the floor. His hands held onto the table as best as he could, aching from how hard he clutched the edge, it's cold side grinding into his stomach with each rough thrust from Mobius. His lips started to bruise from biting back his voice, his hips were undoubtedly bruising under his handlers vice grip on them as he used the leverage to pull him back as Mobius filled him. Despite the lack of pleasure from this act, Loki could still feel the burn building in his core, his cock long since slick and desperately leaking, yearning for release. But Mobius knew where his edge was, and would tighten the strap so the metal would cinch against his desire and cause him to flinch, pulling him away from the edge of release every time.

He almost said the safe word, it was bordering too much to bear, but Loki settled on a loud gasp and accepted the belt lashing instead. Breaths became heavy pants as he desperately swallowed down air.

Loki finally felt Mobius quiver, and a few very rough pummels later, his handler grunted and moaned into Loki's back as he met his release, filling him to the brim. He bit into his flesh, hard, and Loki cried out from it, trembling when Mobius withdrew, feeling the come leaking and slicking down his thighs. The tightening of the belt happened too late, however, and Loki choked on a gasp as he spilled himself very unsatisfactory onto the floor.

Mobius tisked, disappointed, as Loki let himself slide off the table and onto the ground, weak, exhausted, and everything in between. But then, just as quick as he collapsed down in a heap did he feel the effects of the time twister rewinding him back to where he was slung over the table, the stifling burn in his chest and core returned full force, and Mobius pulled at the belt right when he needed it to to delay the orgasm. He explored Loki's entrance again with three… four digits. Loki pressed his forehead on a cool area of the table, trying to stave off the sweat and heat that his body was building to no avail.

"Is this what you wanted?" Mobius whispered in an ear, ramming his digits to the end knuckles, teasing his prostate. "The pain? Suffering? The punishment to fit the crime?"

The tears came then, stinging Loki's eyes and burning down his overly warm face. He nearly climaxed, but the time twister jerked him back to just before and the painful bite of leather on his cock forced it back once more. When was Mobius going to stop? Was he waiting to be told to? Where would his torturous methods cease? Mobius grabbed his length, hands slick with come, and then Loki was suddenly frozen in time as Mobius worked him hard with no release in sight.

"Is this what you want?" he asked again, rewinding Loki enough to collect his precome to mix with his own that still trailed down Loki's thighs.

He dug his right hand into Loki's hair, pulling his head from the table to look up at him. The gag was released only to be replaced with Mobius' salt-covered digits. They went in deep, and Loki just couldn't take it anymore after that. He signed the safe word, and the second Mobius withdrew his fingers, Loki panted quickly, begging.

"Josta! Josta! Please… please… I submit… Josta..."

Mobius collected Loki in his arms and dragged him to the floor, releasing the belt from his shaft and wrists as quickly as possible. Unraveling the shirt from the back of his neck so Loki could regain some semblance of decency, Mobius cradled Loki gently, carding fingers through sweat-soaked locks, thumbing away the stray tears that escaped down his cheeks, whispering soothing comfort in his ear.

Loki curled into his handler, forehead pressed against the crook of Mobius' neck, he could take in the dull musk there, feel the slowing pulse he could focus on and steady his own with. But he felt himself completely unravel despite his best efforts to keep it away.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I was wrong. I was… I was in a bind, my instincts just… just kicked in to save myself. I didn't think you could… could save me—us… I'm sorry," he blurted between heavy breaths, the swell of emotion overwhelming his train of thought, he didn't want to cry… to break down… not now… not now.

"Hush, let's not worry about that," Mobius assured, more focused on bringing Loki down and to ground him enough so he could settle. "You're okay… you're safe here with me."

To show mercy, and to help ease Loki's suffering, Mobius carefully grasped Loki's swollen cock and gave him a few good pumps before he was pushed over the edge. Mobius held him through the orgasm, Loki's groans muffled into his neck. They both were an absolute mess, and he was supposed to be interrogating Loki. Ravonna wouldn't be too happy to see (or even know) what he has been up to behind closed doors with his Variant, but Mobius liked to keep secrets, too.

"Let's get cleaned up…" Mobius muttered, reaching for his TemPad so he could take them to his living space. "Get you proper aftercare…"

They fell through the portal and onto the bed. Mobius had to peel Loki off him so he could gather the salves and a drink to get Loki restablized. A change of clothes for them both couldn't hurt, either.

Watching Loki curl into himself, Mobius felt a pang of hurt. The pink, lusty gallant shade he achieved on the pale skin glowed in the dim light. Maybe he went a little bit too far.