**THIS CHAPTER HAS A MATURE RATING FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED**
Sesshomaru and the Affliction
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Sesshomaru fussed with the collar of his button up shirt, why Barton told him to raise it he had no idea. Why he did it he had little idea. On his hip, Bakusaiga burbled in merriment, she indeed enjoyed the archer's antics.
Why he listened to any of these humans he had no idea. Maybe he was going mad.
This whole day had tested Sesshomaru's patience to its breaking point. First the imbecilic Chitauri, then the arrogant Ryukotsusei, then the atrocious helicarrier who presumed to order him about, followed by Rogers' untimely interruption. He pushed further to the back of his mind Banner, who dared lecture him on transformations, and Thor's ignorant ramblings.
Sesshomaru's youki had bristled right under his skin. He was so on edge that he doubted he would leave Fury unscathed.
Fury, however, rankled him less than some Lords and Ladies he had the immense displeasure of negotiating with, which was why he allowed that one serious human to keep his arm and just corrode his firearm.
It wasn't the action he took upon Loki that disturbed him. Loki possessed more than enough magic reserves to protect Rin from the small firearm.
What disturbed him was Tenseiga's revulsion of the human. Tenseiga adored humans, which Sesshomaru continually did his best to ignore. However, he scathed at him that the human was unnatural; that he wasn't supposed to be and to destroy him. Sesshomaru took orders from no one, especially Tenseiga.
Tenseiga's bias was clear, Loki helped forge him after all. Yet, his insistence to have Bakusaiga cleave this boring human's head from his shoulders genuinely surprised him.
But it wasn't the largest surprise of the day.
Sesshomaru rarely got taken off guard, even more rarely surprised. Yet, Stark had inspired both out of him. Sesshomaru's interest was piqued.
'This human has an unforeseen positive impact on my youki when we interact, especially in a physical capacity. Most intriguing. I wonder if this what it is like to mate. I will investigate this matter further.' Sesshomaru decided while standing outside on the balcony with Loki, the humans and Thor eating a dinner consisting of repellent spices and other smells.
Sesshomaru didn't know what 'Tex-Mex' was and had no interest in finding out. It looked impossible to eat and smelled so rancid he sneezed upon it arriving. He commanded Jaken to stay with Rin during dinner, insuring she consumed none of that 'queso' Thor, Barton, and Romanoff had become obsessed with. It oozed on the plate like a Panther Demon's brain fluid, which was no delicacy.
He retreated to the rooftop, and Loki, for reasons beyond him, followed close behind. Rin had confirmed his suspicions about the Cosmic Cube, and its current location.
Sesshomaru had a feeling that it would not be the last he would hear of the Six Gems of the Greater Cosmos.
"So, out with it. What troubles you now?" Loki next to him put his hand on his hip, putting most of his weight on one leg. His eyes flashed here and there, unable to focus on anything for long.
Troubled him? It was clear to Sesshomaru he was not the troubled one on the rooftop.
"I care not for that one human in Fury's employ, the dull, serious man with little hair." Sesshomaru fiddled with his sunglasses, wondering how they kept getting smudged. The orange sun now slipped beneath the horizon, and the city looked unsettling, especially with the helicarriers whirring in the distance attempting to extract the space ship from the water.
"Ah. Agent Coulson, I quite literally stabbed him in the back with the Other's scepter. He attempted to shoot me with a weapon made from the destroyer I sent after Thor. I had little choice. His distaste for me is more than mere ire. The Avengers adore the man, and he Captain America. Lady Potts is especially taken with him; don't speak ill of him." Loki scrunched his nose, green magic curling around his fingers.
So, even humans liked him. Tenseiga grumbled in his sheath, his aura dark
"Yet, I do not think Agent Coulson is what truly bothers you. Is it Ryukotsusei and how the Other selected him to capture you?" Loki wore a bemused smile that fit his handsome features.
"… No. Ryukotsusei's broken spirit does not bother me." Sesshomaru admitted, though perhaps against his better judgment.
"It bothers me." Loki snapped, though Sesshomaru could tell it was not directed at him. "How they managed to conjure a Demon Spirit is beyond me. The Demon Underworld has been closed off for centuries, I would know." Loki paced and Sesshomaru loathed it when Loki paced.
"I have my suspicions. I aim to confirm them shortly." Sesshomaru muttered, mostly to assuage Loki's stress. He had been acting strangely ever since he returned from what appeared to be a failed attempt to console Barton. The sullen archer would obviously concern Loki. Loki held a certain fondness for involving himself others' problems. Sesshomaru viewed it as primarily meddling, but in this instance Loki had genuinely wanted to heal Barton's mental anguish
"Fine. Be obtuse Sho, how thrilling. What truly bothers you then?" Loki spat, and Sesshomaru darkened. Not another irritancy. Loki acting this petulantly never boded well and Sesshomaru was not in a particularly tolerant mood. He must truly fancy Barton.
Sesshomaru decided, against better judgment, to answer fully.
"Stark engaged my person physically on the helipad before you arrived. This Sesshomaru reciprocated." Sesshomaru reported and watched as Loki's face lit with comprehension.
"...Stark became intimate with you on the helipad? Most forward, even for him. I wouldn't have suspected him to be so daring, I stand corrected." Loki rocked back on his heels, jaw dropping. Sesshomaru couldn't tell if that was a jab at him or not, so he allowed it to slide.
Loki began to hum and his pacing ceased.
Sesshomaru's ears raised in victory, his ploy at manipulating Loki into a better mood succeeded. He required Loki's help in understanding Stark's motives. The only way he could brooch the subject without Loki catching on was to allow Loki to think he pried it out of him.
"He implied that I was a liability when I kited the vessel and engaged it myself. When I corrected him that I was no such liability, he kissed me with no pretense nor context." Sesshomaru explained, searching Loki's glowing green eyes for an answer. He had meant the sentence in all sincerity to Stark when he said it. By no means would he risk the success of the defense of this time and fall to these Chitauri. It…actually caused a spike of pain through his sternum for Stark to imply such an outcome.
Loki laughed with the barest hint of playfulness.
"I doubt Stark meant to imply you were a liability. He most likely wanted to convey some concern over your well-being. I viewed the video, you were almost overpowered by the cannon." Loki paused when Sesshomaru's chin tilted up and honed an angry gaze his direction. He rebuffed it, even with some youki to spare. Yet, he concerned himself with his welfare when he flew so haphazardly in battle?
"I had noticed Stark has harbored an interest in you since the night of the Steakhouse. I dare say you have a similar inclination towards him." Loki's smile was that of a cat watching a mouse. Sesshomaru's eyes widened then narrowed coldly. So, the business between Stark and Loki in Stark's quarters was to incense his envy, was it?
Sesshomaru refused to be baited.
"My motives towards him remain unclear. I will understand them better by coupling with him." Sesshomaru, uncharacteristically, tousled his own hair, as if shaking something out of it. Surely this situation will all make more sense once they actually coupled. He could organize and collect his impractical emotions and convey them to Stark if need be.
Loki then laughed so hard green sparks of magic flew from his fingers.
"Let no one say you don't have a romantic way with words. I warn you dear friend, Stark has garnered quite a Midgardian reputation for being a fickle harlot. While he may want you now, he can easily turn his attentions elsewhere, and has ample opportunity to do so." Loki contained himself and his tone turned serious.
'Choose a human over me? He'd be a fool to after I demonstrate my talents.' Sesshomaru finally flipped his collar back down. Better.
'Loki to address Stark's reputation must mean he thinks that I am making myself vulnerable. Loki needless worries. I have a duty to return to my time, so it should be heedless.' Sesshomaru furrowed his eyebrows slightly, wondering when returning to his time became simply a duty and not where he thought he belonged.
"This Sesshomaru intends to seek no mate from this time. Human or…otherwise." Sesshomaru's eyes flickered in the light of the setting sun. The last word was a bit of humor directed at Loki's expense for Thor. If he coupled with his older brother, whether or not Loki referred to Thor as his brother or not, Loki may or may not level a small realm with his outburst.
"By the Norns, surely you don't refer to Thor! I will not allow that blunderer to…. You cur!" Loki flung a barb of magic Sesshomaru's way when he caught the flicker of levity in his eyes. "Yet this is the first time I have witnessed you so avid over someone. The look upon your face when you found us on his bedroom floor was a sight to behold….Stark is quite striking." Loki jested back and Sesshomaru cracked his knuckles and lowered his ears. Loki would dare not repeat that performance in Stark's chambers.
Again, Sesshomaru would not be baited, for he knew how to truly goad Loki.
"If you wish to have Stark, perhaps I will turn my attentions to a certain Archer. He did buy me a delicious meal, a human mating ritual, and he knows my tastes. I could aim to slake his own earthly tastes—" Sesshomaru's lips lifted in a rare, sly smirk and his eyes glinted a bright yellow as he dodged a thrown dagger.
Point, himself.
"Certainly not. To both. While Stark is intelligent, I don't him that stimulating or graceful. You can keep the hotheaded inventor." Loki snorted and crafted a red rose of magic in the air and gave it to Sesshomaru who raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes at the God. A rose?
"It is Midgardian tradition to bestow a gift of a rose to an intended lover. Surely you don't want him to think this is your first time…or maybe you wish to play the part of the blushing maiden?" Loki's grin was all teeth and mischief. Sesshomaru incinerated the rose in his hand with his toxin with an unmitigated growl. How dare Loki imply he lacked carnal prowess because he was just shy of mating age!
Point, Loki.
"This an exploratory coupling only! You take many extreme liberties with this Sesshomaru." Sesshomaru's glare could have shattered diamonds, but it didn't deter Loki in the least. Sesshomaru almost regretted distracting Loki from his previous poor mood, but he decided to take it a step further instead.
"Not nearly as many as Stark will this nightfall." Loki jumped back to avoid the crack of Sesshomaru's whip and he drew his uru daggers. Sesshomaru knew his face had blushed, and could see the God saw it too. Insufferable God!
'I knew it was sheer lunacy to ask advice from Loki. He will pester me about this affliction of affection for an eternity.' Sesshomaru twisted and flipped, avoiding Loki's dagger strike.
Sesshomaru contemplated souring Loki's jovial mood to point out that at least the object of his affection sought him out, but decided against it. The nature of his relationship with Barton was truly none of his business, and Loki seldom had much to pester him about. He would let the prankster have his fun. Somewhat.
"Silence, Kiki. You do remember that particular conquest of yours, don't you?" Sesshomaru instead reminded him of that Phoenix Demoness who plagued him so.
"That strumpet melted my favorite pair of vambraces, how could I not?" Loki, retaliated hurling forth a backhand of green magic that made him back flip, causing his sunglasses to fall off his head. They hit the balcony hard. Sesshomaru flung out his whip, almost flicking against Loki's ear, just out of range.
If that God broke his sunglasses he would melt his second most favorite pair of vambraces for it.
Sesshomaru then, on a whim, retracted his whip and instead drew Tenseiga. Sesshomaru longed to practice his swordsmanship against Loki, and Tenseiga needed to get out his still bubbling aggression. He launched after Loki deftly swinging the blade down upon his crossed daggers, the metal shrieking.
Tenseiga warbled, aura brightening.
Loki successfully parried, changing his grip to a reversed one and with honed agility sliced his daggers back at Sesshomaru with quick jabs and clips. Sesshomaru darted to the right, sweeping Tenseiga back and forth between the daggers with practiced precision. Loki ducked low and went for a low slash and Sesshomaru jumped, aiming for an impaling vertical strike downwards on Loki.
Sesshomaru plummeted with surprising speed and Loki magicked verdant magic beams at him. Shielding himself with his blue youki, Sesshomaru slowed him by a fraction in his dive.
A fraction is all Loki needed as he tumbled with a Fox Demon's grace to the left and Sesshomaru flipped. Sesshomar landed softly, but with purpose. With renewed zest, he twirled Tenseiga to a new grip, preparing to close the distance to Loki when he heard an incoming projectile.
Sesshomaru, in a flash of silver hair contorted his body into a back bend, slicing up and over his body with Tenseiga, striking the metal object from the air. Sesshomaru slowly blinked, staring upside down at Barton, Stark, and Thor.
A fork. No doubt thrown by Barton, only he could accurately attack him with such a projectile.
"Fancy Pants, let's play some darts." Sesshomaru blinked quickly this time. Loki must have truly upset the archer for him to seek him out so. Sesshomaru fluidly spun back upright and picked his sunglasses up from off the ground. He inspected them before placing them on his head, relieved they were undamaged. Loki's armor would remain unscathed. For now.
He sheathed Tenseiga quickly and Loki magicked his daggers away, standing beside him. Loki hadn't said anything yet. So, he must be hoping he would accept Barton's invitation. Loki obviously left it to him to...assuage or…Sesshomaru inwardly cringed… cheer up Barton?
Maybe his father had been right about something. Maybe he had chosen his friends poorly.
"Fine." Sesshomaru stated simply. He had no idea what he was agreeing to, truly. Barton's mind, judging by his crossed arms and tense neck muscles, spun with confusion and defensiveness.
Stark eyed Sesshomaru as if a meal, which made Sesshomaru's ears lift. He would keep his quarry waiting. It would entice Stark more, and give himself time to think about his churning emotions.
He desired Stark, that was not a deniable emotion. The other emotions he currently experienced: tension, zeal, bliss, respect, disquiet, and awe, all in varying quantities and intensities, outright distressed him. Since Stark kissed him, a distinct clamping of his lungs occurred when he thought of him. It almost was as if he stood at the edge of a cold, dark sea, debating to step in or not.
Sesshomaru never hesitated, why did he now? Even when he told Loki his exact intentions?
Thor shifted and he darted his eyes his way. He read Thor's aura easily, his issue was one he ascertained long ago, jealousy. Sesshomaru lowered his ears, Thor's and Loki's issues with their family had been long percolating and they needed to sort them out before this Titan came.
In order to defeat such a foe, they needed to not only focus, but collaborate well. He would work alongside Loki flawlessly, with Thor he could manage, if he kept his distance. The scry still haunted him despite his best rationalizations. Yet those two Gods working together? Incompatible. Thor clearly brimmed over with envy over their spar, why Sesshomaru couldn't be sure, he rarely sought out Loki to spar when he knew them in his time.
Thor envied lost fraternal bond perhaps? They only had themselves, and Odin, to blame.
"Alright Katniss and Legolas, I'm gonna go down to my workshop, and work on my containment field." Tony turned, and Sesshomaru's eyes widened in apprehension. Did Stark think his agreement to Barton's proposition pushed aside their loose coupling arrangement?
He couldn't decline now though. No matter, he would just collect Stark whe-
Stark winked at him. He blinked back. An acceptable exchange. In a few hours' time then Stark would seek him out.
"Ah. Yes, good idea Stark, Sesshomaru informed me of your studies of his Youki and toxin. I may be of some use." Sesshomaru's heard Loki respond, oblivious to his own brother's emotions. Both Loki and Stark left the balcony, side by side, speaking about his barrier. Loki could help Stark in that…blacksmith forge? He had knowledge of its inner workings? No, most likely he would meddle or wheedle Stark's thoughts out of him.
'Curse him and his ulterior motives, he set this Sesshomaru up.' Sesshomaru's youki spiked in him to alert Loki he knew about his ruse.
Loki didn't even pause in his stride.
"I shall go entertain Lady Rin, and regale her of tails of her Lord, my brother and I. You must recall the Scorpion Demons!" Thor announced and Sesshomaru tilted his head to the side slightly. He remembered their extermination fondly enough, it was a time were all three of them were on good terms and fought together to achieve victory.
"Darts are this way, Jaken is already down there." Barton offered and Sesshomaru looked back once to the horizon, the helicarriers finally bringing most ship out of the harbor. He had not obliterated it entirely.
'Ryukotsusei held captive by the Titan, could his spirit be the only one, or were there others? No matter.' Sesshomaru turned back to Barton and followed him inside, thankful that the noxious fumes of 'Tabasco' had wafted out.
Sesshomaru followed a swift moving Barton down to the training room. He had not missed that since Barton hadn't acknowledged Loki just a few minutes before, and he lured away Jaken. That meant he was headed for a trap. Ice water laced in his veins, these insufferable humans, and the difficult Gods and their games!
"Lord Sesshomaru! I am here to bear witness to your victory against Barton in archery!" Jaken announced, and he regarded Jaken curiously. He had never held a bow in his life.
"Yeah, big league darts. I figured this would be a lot more fun, when was the last time you shot?" Barton held a rather complex bow with wheels on its limbs and punched his arm forward quickly to release it. Sesshomaru, undoubtedly, in theory, knew how to fire a bow.
"…" Sesshomaru decided to decline to answer and simply squared up to Barton.
"What, cat got your tongue?" Sesshomaru's brow's furrowed, what exactly did he mean by that?
"Lord Sesshomaru! I have told Barton of the great victories you have had leading archers into battle. He will not hold back against you Barton!" Sesshomaru sighed through his nose. Of course, he did.
"I hope not!" Barton, without even looking, or remotely squaring up to the target smoothly rolled out the bow plucked the main string back, and hit a target in its direct center in the upper right corner of the room. "Now, if you're rusty, I'll allow you one practice shot." Barton held up one finger and pointed to a bow across the room.
Barton's mood had lifted, so he wanted to showcase his talents.
"This Sesshomaru has never practiced archery." Sesshomaru locked eyes with Barton who dropped an arrow he was twirling between his fingers.
"What?!" Barton choked on air itself.
"….uh…hehe, clearly my Lord does not have needed to ever use a bow before to best a human like you Barton!" Jaken squawked and Sesshomaru turned back to his retainer. Jaken hopped back and forth, taking too much enthusiasm in this exchange.
"Jaken. Explain your behavior." Sesshomaru demanded mildly. It was unlike Jaken to brag so much towards people who had clearly treated him well. He would antagonize Inuyasha and his team of agonizing humans, but they dearly deserved it. Especially that coddled fox kit.
"Jaken here bet me his new headphones that you'd best me in a game of archery." Barton laughed. "Today is my lucky day, won a bet against Nat, and now against Fury Jr." Barton fired at another target nonchalantly and struck it dead center. Fury Jr?
Sesshomaru knew the archer's talents, he needn't show off as such.
"Jaken, have you been using me for your own personal gain?" Sesshomaru flexed his talons in a ruse of an attack. He wouldn't actually punch Jaken for this. Before in the Western Lands this would have resulted in him being pummeled. Now he just saw Jaken's boldness as…perhaps just antics. He would fool Jaken into thinking otherwise however.
"My, my, my, Lord! I would never use you! I am your humble servant, I merely wished to preserve your honor! Barton said he would give me more meat!" Jaken groveled lowly and Sesshomaru understood. So, the archer promised Jaken more deer. He could barely fault his retainer for that. It had been a while since they had hunted.
"It's alright, Jaken." Sesshomaru lowered his ears. He eyed the grip Barton had on his bow. It was a strange shape and had…multiple strings. These new bows were nothing like the ones he had back in his time.
"Why have you never fired a bow before? Jaken said that you commanded like, battalions of archers and Steve caught me up on some of your history before." Barton twirled another arrow in his nimble fingers, like a Horse Demon would blades of grass.
"This Sesshomaru does not explain himself." Sesshomaru defended impassively. Barton snorted.
"Well, now I'm just going to judge you harder." Clint's smile mimicked Loki's a little too closely for his tastes.
Sesshomaru pursed his lips.
"It was forbidden by my father, along with spears and halberds. It was seen as a waste of time." Sesshomaru admitted stonily.
"Forbidden? Weren't you…uh….aren't you a general? Why would those be a waste of time to learn?" Barton inquired and Sesshomaru fought the urge to roll his eyes. He didn't necessarily blame the archer for not understanding his father's reasoning's for his training, but it didn't make it easier to explain.
"Tell me, Barton, what do you assess my strengths in battle are?" Sesshomaru approached the closet silently, regarding the weaponry that hung there, various firearms that he did not recognize, a few bo staffs he did, a badly balanced practice sword, and more complicated bows.
"Speed. Agility. Close combat awareness. Crazy badass brutality." Barton clipped off quickly and matter-of-factly. Good, Barton had observed him well. He would be most useful in the impending battle. Sesshomaru turned to Barton, clicking his talons to produce toxin.
"And tell me, Barton, how many of those qualities best suits a long-range weapon, like an archer? Or a pole-arm?" Sesshomaru quizzed and Barton instantly caught on.
"None. So, you weren't even allowed to fire a bow because it didn't suit your natural talents and skills?" Barton at least caught on quick. Sesshomaru nodded and continued, it was time to explain his situation to safe face in front of the archer that he so sorely lost it to.
"Indeed. I was to fight as closely to my opponent as possible. Odin would not waste time in having Thor study strategy, and Queen Frigga would not instruct Loki how wield a broadsword. My father similarly trained me." Sesshomaru provided an analogy that made Barton's chiseled face crack open in an amused smile.
"Yeah, big guy's strategy is usually 'point me to my tazing target'. And I can't picture Loki with a broadsword, he'd say it lacked finesse or intrigue." Barton nodded, knocked back another arrow and released it into a human shaped target where it's mouth would be.
"Correct. Odin raised Thor to be a warrior; Queen Frigga, smartly, had Loki become a strategist." Sesshomaru plucked an arrow from a nearby quiver and threw it at a target. It wavered off course, and struck the target, but off to the side, far from the center. His father…Sesshomaru's fangs lengthened. What a fool, what a complete and utter mess of a Demon. Maybe that Gem of the Greater Cosmos had ended up corrupting him in the end. He ran off for that human woman and left him with a crumbling legacy and a mutinous family.
A legacy now left in the hands of the almost decimated Wolf Tribe. Hopefully Prince Kouga, uncultured as he may be, has at least taken on the Lord Regent title in his absence.
"Odin didn't train Loki, his mother did?" Barton inquired, shifting the topic of conversation. Barton wouldn't know such information about Loki, he debated how much he should tell about his friend…a friend who most likely was doing something devious with the current object of emotional torment.
"Indeed. It was Queen Frigga's idea to have him study with me, though I only met her a few times. Odin did not think it proper his Queen to mingle with Demons, even my father and I." Sesshomaru learned from Rin about how Frigga lamented Loki's treatment. He waffled between having a neutral and positive opinion of Queen Frigga. She allowed Odin far too much latitude, though she was certainly more helpful than his own mother.
"Loki's a mama's boy, good to know. And your dad, what raised you to be a…?" Barton prompted and Sesshomaru had even forgotten he hadn't fully explained his father. Sesshomaru thought it should be obvious now.
"Perfection. More accurately, a weapon of perfection. A duelist." Sesshomaru supplied matter of factly.
Barton stiffened and Jaken managed to pluck the arrow from his hands and scuttle away with it. That definitely waned the archer's good mood, for what reason Sesshomaru didn't know.
"My Lord has slain many enemies, even without a weapon! He once slew a Fire God with a technique he perfected himself!" Jaken approached a target and threw the arrow at it, satisfied it stuck.
"And I thought my relationship with my father was unhealthy. At least mine allowed me my fuck-ups." Barton admitted, retrieving another blunted arrow, firing at Jaken's feet, causing him to jump. The arrow ricocheted away harmlessly.
"Waaah Lord Sesshomaru! I'll show you human!" Jaken exclaimed. Sesshomaru deadpanned a flicker of a gaze at Jaken, Barton was merely game playing, but in a roundabout way Jaken enjoyed the affront. Jaken took up the staff of two heads and approached a hanging tube.
"I did mostly as I pleased." Sesshomaru shrugged and Barton abruptly jumped in the air. Sesshomaru to dip his ears in alarm.
"Watch out Fancy Pants, you just shrugged. Next you might even dance." Barton sliced a smirk that eerily reminded him of Loki, again. Sesshomaru didn't move a muscle at Barton's declaration. Was he… becoming so familiar with the archer that he allowed such a slip of composure?
"Now that you've loosened up Mr. Popped collar, I'll show you how to shoot. I know we hafta have a heavy weight compound bow for you…" Barton strode to the equipment closet and Sesshomaru uneasily shifted to the side. A human teach him something? Nonsense. However, Barton's aura had brightened considerably, which implied Loki would stop his own erratic behavior.
Sesshomaru concluded a capricious, irritable Loki would be far worse than entertaining Barton. Of all the humans from this realm, aside from Stark and Polly, he preferred his company.
"Take that Chitauri! Bow before mighty Demons, Jaken, and Lord Sesshomaru!" Jaken hopped and from the old man's mouth of the staff a column of fire flared out and caught the large, leather bag on fire. Jaken danced in a circle around the flaming bag which began to smell like a tar pit and fill the room with smoke.
"Is there...anything about your weapons that make sense? Swords that talk…severed heads that shoot out fire. That was Steve's special one, he'll be crushed." Barton grabbed a bow which, unfortunately, had many accoutrements that Sesshomaru could not place. Barton coughed as he opened a window to vent the black smoke.
When the bag finally fell to the ground, Jaken doused it with water with the other female head.
"Bakusaiga has taken a shine to you Barton. One day she will tell you herself." Sesshomaru responded, being purposely a shade vague to vex the archer. Barton just shook his head.
"The last thing I need is voices in my head, again, or like Tony 'sixth sense' Stark." Barton watched Jaken slip and fall in his own water puddle. Sesshomaru raised his eyebrows at the remark. So, Barton and Stark had a humorous relationship? Jaken squawked and began to beat the scorched bag with the staff as if it offended him. Jaken had indeed gotten expressive in this time as well.
Before the aloof Demon Lord realized it, Barton held a complicated bow in front of him in his calloused hand.
"Let's see you thumb your nose at your old man and have some fun." Barton jostled the overcomplicated bow a bit.
Fun?
Something told Sesshomaru that Barton would enjoy it far more than he.
He tentatively grabbed the bow. Why was he listening to these humans again? Curse you, Loki.
Barton pretty much skipped in excitement as he pivoted behind Sesshomaru to show him which string to use, where to properly rest the arrow, lifting his elbow higher, adjusting his stance, moving his bow hand. Barton murmured reminders and moved his hips with his hands some.
It was then Sesshomaru realized he allowed Barton to touch him, multiple times, in various places on his person. None with intimate or salacious intention, but close enough Barton definitely got his long hair caught in his facial hair stubble.
Sesshomaru, Lord of the Western Lands, had become accustomed to humans. More than just accustomed in Stark's case. Well, a select few humans from a realm where humans with intelligence and actual strength resided and thrived. He would allow it.
"Ok, let'er fly." Sesshomaru squinted barely. Archery simply didn't sing in his bones naturally. He was thankful Loki and Stark were not present to witness his awkwardness. He swore if his arrow flew less true than that priestess Inuyasha let subdue him he would melt the bow.
Sesshomaru, unsure of an absolute triumph, let loose the bow string, mindful of his talons.
With a twang, the arrow hit in the chest of the human shaped target, not dead center, but a killing blow nonetheless. He counted it as an improvement from the Priestess, though there was no way to prove it.
"Hmmm." Sesshomaru's eyes glimmered. Seeing the result of his arrow placement strangely satisfied him. He imagined he hit that aggravating Naraku through with the arrow, which made his fingers itch for another arrow. The next he would imagine his father, he fought a wicked grin.
"Lord Sesshomaru you are a natural! I am so proud to serve such a versatile Lord!" Jaken praised and clapped.
"Not bad for a first-time Fancy Pants, I just helped you lose your archery virginity." Barton congratulated, handing him another arrow mockingly. Sesshomaru would not stand for such an implication, especially when Barton had been making similar insinuations between him and Thor earlier.
Sesshomaru knocked it, straightened again, and with a thrum of bowstring the arrow hit closer to the center than before. Witness your superior son, father! And before Barton could say another syllable regarding his improved aim, Sesshomaru flit in front of the archer whose brown eyes flew open wide in surprise.
His brown eyes didn't beguile him like Stark's, they lacked a certain roughness, and a keen, chaotic intelligence he craved.
His cockiness, his intelligence, his ever alert and calculating mind thrilled him.
"You seem eager to allude to erotic activities involving me. Do you truly desire me, or am I merely a practice target for your true intended?" Sesshomaru levelled neutrally at Barton, hiding all humor. If Barton were to game play with Jaken and himself, he would play back. Besides, it was time for Barton to divulge his true reason for bringing him down here.
"Whoa. No. No. You're….uh…fine? You're just um, not my type. You know, I heard Nat calling me, I should probably go." Barton stammered, face flushing a mottled red. Good, let him be rattled, that meant he was correct. Sesshomaru took another sure half step closer, to further disconcert the archer.
"Enough." That caused Barton to stop. "This Sesshomaru is no fool, you did not request my company to merely practice archery, nor did you request it to glamour me." Sesshomaru noticed out of the corner of his eye that Jaken had stopped to watch in rapt attention. Jaken had been getting oddly concerned over a possible dalliance with humans.
Barton turned back and ran a hand through his hair and exhaled deeply.
"You gotta stop Loki." Barton finally sighed, shaking out his arms as if he had just carried some extremely heavy weight. Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed, his crimson lids folding down a little. Did he just command him?
"Explain." Sesshomaru prompted cautiously. Loki could indeed be a rather grating nuisance, and at times in his past he had spurned him for his forwardness. The last conversation he had with Loki in his time was in front of the sacred tree Inuyasha had managed to get himself pinned to. He lost his temper with the God, when in reality he had been correct about his father. Sesshomaru simply didn't want to hear it from Loki.
Loki had a knack for doing exactly what you needed in precisely the way you did not wish it.
"He is messing with me. He is playing all these games, and I am done. I don't like him; I want out. Help me tell him to find someone else to bother." Barton clenched his jaw and grabbed his own bow which he had rested against the nearby wall.
"Ha! How does it feel archer?! All you humans have been playing games with my Lord, and now that Magic God gives you a dose of your own medicine!" Jaken announced and Sesshomaru summoned his pelt and coiled it completely around Jaken until he was nothing but a large, white, furry pile on the floor.
"You dare lie to this Sesshomaru?" Sesshomaru warned and Barton strung another arrow and lackadaisically let it loose into the center of a target in the upper left corner of the room.
"I'm not lying. He crossed the line. I'm done." Barton bit out angrily, voice low like a wounded animal. Loki….what sin have you committed now? Sesshomaru sighed through his nose, he had thought that Barton had been receptive to Loki's advances. Maybe Loki's quicksilver tongue had become too slippery even for him and he offended the typically thick-skinned archer.
Barton unleashed three more arrows, each with impeccable accuracy and increased passion.
"I see." Sesshomaru stated. He refused to pry into affairs that were not his. Curiosity of others private thoughts did not tempt him like it did Stark or Loki. Barton would share what transpired with him if he trusted him. Also, if Barton truly wished to associate with Loki no longer than that was his decision.
It didn't mean that Sesshomaru preferred it that way. He could not deny that Loki coveted the archer in a way that carved deeper than any other lover Loki had pursued before. Sesshomaru had not personally witnessed Loki tangle his emotional temperament so intensely in the preservation of another's before.
"No. You don't. You know what he did? That…that… jackass kissed me!" Barton now had grappled a whole quiver of arrows and one by one, twang by twang, he struck the center of the target.
Sesshomaru's eyes shot wide.
"and I slapped him for it!" Barton finished firing the last arrow and Sesshomaru did something he hadn't done in one hundred and eighty-three years. Sesshomaru couldn't help it, it came out rich, low, and deep like an underground waterfall.
Sesshomaru laughed.
'The masculine, battle-hardened assassin who complimented my decapitation of the Chitauri had retreated over a kiss? And he slapped Loki with an open palm strike, like some irritable damsel? To think I had surmised that Loki had dishonored him with a scathing remark, or found the loose thread of his confidence and unraveled it like a tapestry!' Sesshomaru's fangs glinted and eyes watered at Barton's despair.
'These confounding humans, to think I must to help lead them to victory against an armada who can cripple Ryukotsusei, threaten my defenses, and keep Loki! They cannot even handle the slightest physical intimacy!' Sesshomaru had trouble catching his breath. Truly. The last time he had laughed so hard was when that Phoenix Demoness who seduced Loki ran off with his clothes at the lake.
"That's it. I'm giving Nat my man-card. I just got the most stoic, aloof guy on the planet to laugh at me. I bet you haven't laughed since the civil war, and you're laughing at me." Sesshomaru heard Barton's disbelief and it didn't aid in repressing a single tremor from the Demon Lord's chest.
"So, it's stand-up comedy night and no one invited me." Sesshomaru paused in his laughter to see in the doorway Stark standing there, arms crossed and eyebrows lowered.
"Tony! I've never been happier to see you. You can take over here, I'm going out. Bye." Barton fled the room before Sesshomaru could blink the excess moisture from his eyes. At this time Jaken had finally pried himself free of the pelt. He whisked the pelt away.
"What happened here?" Stark inquired voice rushed, almost blocking his exit from the training room. Sesshomaru hadn't the slightest idea of what he was speaking. Stark's heated gaze knifed through his skull. Puzzling. Wait, the fire. Stark did detest it, at least he did when he lit the cooking fire on his roof.
"Jaken will repay Rogers for the damaged…hanging…container." Sesshomaru had absolutely no idea what it was, but it was surely damaged beyond repair. Jaken picked up his discarded staff and dusted himself off.
"No, that's not…forget it. Just. Forget it." Stark turned on his heel and left as suddenly and as unpredictably has he came. Sesshomaru fought a dense ball of ice building in his chest and his ears lowered. Stark fumed in anger at him, so it wasn't the fire?
Stark had the uncanny ability to render him stupid.
"Lord Sesshomaru, can we go get meat please?" Jaken brushed white fur from his new garments and Sesshomaru willed the upward tug of his lips downward. Barton would succumb to his true urges. If he wanted to ardently reject Loki, it would not have been with a light slap.
Loki had his busy hands full with the quirky archer. Good.
"Yes Jaken." Sesshomaru motioned for Jaken to follow him, his own stomach empty as well. As much as taking Stark to the Quinjet and showing him how Demons tumbled, he had a responsibility to his retainer to provide him with game. He required a fresh kill as well.
"Lord Sesshomaru, these humans are more unstable than the ones Inuyasha travels with!" Jaken grumbled and started forth. Sesshomaru nodded.
Sesshomaru debated finding Stark and demanding he explain his outburst, but ultimately decided against it. Perhaps, again, against his better judgment. He would give Stark some time to collect his temperament.
With Jaken in tow, he left Stark tower, giving instruction to Thor to put Rin to bed in their new quarters. He glided down from Stark tower, bounding here and there across the panes of glass on the skyscrapers at a leisurely pace with Jaken tucked in his pelt. Barton had informed Jaken at dinner the whereabouts of the butcher who gave him the venison a few nights prior.
He found the establishment easily enough, his adaptation to the written language in this time had greatly improved, and with pathways easily labeled he found 'Hank' the butcher, procured their meat, ox meat, and exited the shop.
"Oh my god! It's him! It's Mr. Nirvana! And E.T. is with him!" Sesshomaru froze, in front of him was a group of approximately thirty-four humans. What in the Four Lands what did they want? Why were they all screeching like Inuyasha's priestess?
Lights flashed in front of his eyes and his slit pupils constricted. He threw his youki forward to stagger the humans and hastily vacated the premises.
"Mr. Nirvana who are you really?!" Sesshomaru heard as he clutched Jaken and bounded away from the encroaching humans. With a grace unimpeded, he soared to his favored tower and sat on its scalloped ceiling listening for the wind. Bakusaiga and Tenseiga both hummed quietly.
He and Jaken unwrapped their raw meat and began to eat quietly. Sesshomaru took out his listening device, and put on Nirvana, and turned on the speaker so Jaken could also listen.
"My Lord, what do you intend to do about all these humans?" Jaken finally asked, while the song 'Drain You' played quietly, almost drowned out entirely by the voiceless wind.
'I'm lucky to have met you
I don't care what you think
Unless it is about me'
"I do not know Jaken." Sesshomaru admitted. He had shared with Jaken long ago that he did not have all the answers, though Jaken still acted as if he did. Jaken gobbled down the last of his cut of meat, balling up his paper wrapper in frustration.
'It is now my duty to completely drain you
A travel through a tube
And end up in your infection'
"We should leave, my Lord. We should leave and not look back. We can just wait for that magic gate to reopen and go home!" Jaken swung his small green feet on the antenna of the building. Night already hung heavy and cool in the windy sky. In a way, Jaken's words filled him with unexpected melancholy. Not because Sesshomaru thought Jaken hated the humans of this realm, but because Jaken didn't. 'The worst threat to have was one too close to kill.' His father taught him those words long ago.
'Chew your meat for you
Pass it back and forth
In a passionate kiss'
"I promised Stark I'd stay. You know this Jaken." Sesshomaru finished his meal, and he knew this particular answer disappointed Jaken. His dimmed, unfocused yellow eyes told him volumes.
'From my mouth to yours
I like you'
"Do not forget my goal Jaken, to seek out the strongest of beings, duel, and slay them. You will see this through with me, won't you Jaken?" Sesshomaru, with a talon, flicked his retainers head causing him to wobble unsteadily on the antennae, scrambling for purchase.
"Ah! Yes, my Lord! For we are the last of the Demons here!" Jaken set his yellow eyes in determination and Sesshomaru flashed his fangs. Yes. Yes, they were.
With that admittance, he made his way back to Stark's fortress, the night lit by the harsh lights of the metropolis made him long for the stars.
Immediately upon setting down upon the helipad he knew Stark was waiting for him in the velvet shadows.
He handed Jaken Bakusaiga and Tenseiga. Jaken didn't need to know that his Lord wanted him to check up on Rin.
"You sure know how to keep someone waiting. Wasn't sure if you'd be back." Stark exited the darkness under the left wing of the Quinjet.
"You left this Sesshomaru in the training room. If you wanted my company, you should have requested it." Sesshomaru calmly responded, closing the gap between them by half. The breeze toyed with his long hair like water would a willow frond.
"I don't like the feeling I'm interrupting something in my own tower." Stark, dressed in a tight black T shirt crossed the helipad and Sesshomaru tilted his head. Interrupting?
"This Sesshomaru merely entertained Barton." Sesshomaru attempted to explain, he had no idea why Stark suddenly disapproved of his contest with Barton when he had been there to see him accept it. Stark drained him sometimes.
"You've been doing that a lot today. Entertaining. I watched you play tag with Bruce, zumba with Loki, and, um, my favorite, up close and personal training with Clint. Am I just uh, your in-tower entertainment too? Is that why you've been messing with me?" Stark rubbed the back of his neck uneasily and Sesshomaru straightened. He hadn't seen his actions in that light.
'So, Stark had used Jarvis to observe me today. Why would it annoy him if I had helped Banner or learned archery? Why would he compare our intimacy with what I did with Clint? The only things remotely in common the two had was that Clint stood beside me so closely I still smell him on me….' Sesshomaru put the pieces together. He smelled like Barton.
Did Stark think he was purposely making him jealous by using Barton? How…unreasonable.
He would fix this.
Sesshomaru, wordlessly, reached out and grabbed the human, a species he was raised to hate, and feverishly brought his lips to his own. Sesshomaru had to taste his addictive human being again. His youki pulsed and sparkled within him.
An inherited vice indeed.
"This Sesshomaru meant no offense. Your yapping is indeed unnecessary." The Demon Lord murmured into Stark's ear, mirroring his words to him right before he stepped into the Quinjet for the first time in the desert.
"Enlighten me. And, again, most things I like about me are." Stark replied, biting Sesshomaru's ear, his breath tickling his ear canal. Sesshomaru dragged a fang and his tongue down from Stark's ear to his neck.
"I am enlightening you." Sesshomaru murmured into his neck. Stark's hand loosely fisted his long hair and pulled him back.
"Question, one for one." Stark offered and Sesshomaru, like a shrike, dove down upon his open mouth, owning it. His actions should answer any questions Stark should have.
"Stark." Sesshomaru pulled away, annoyed, piercing his brown eyes, which shone dark and glazed in lust and smoldering anger. "Do my actions not convince you that I seriously desire you?" Sesshomaru voice, laced in longing, dipped low in seriousness.
Stark's eyes cleared, like he woke up from a nightmare and Sesshomaru claimed his human on his lips again. His facial hair scratched his own mouth pleasantly. Initially, he had thought he would mind it, but he didn't.
Sesshomaru wasn't exactly sure when he had shredded the offending shirt off Stark but he knew it was because of his growing need to be as close as possible to him. His chest hair, coarse and curling over his broad, hard muscles tightened his groin. He grazed his claws down his neck, following with his own mouth, lips kneading his pulse point. He heard Stark sharply inhale.
He smelled up close even more tempting, all musk, sparks, and spice. Sesshomaru's emotions spiraled into an unanticipated frenzy. Lust. Caution. Desire. Hesitation. Awe. Fear.
He nearly moaned when Stark took his left ear in his mouth, nibbling and sucking its pointed edge with madness. Sesshomaru's knees weakened. He had never had a want for any being like now and he was slightly perturbed at his own voracity.
He barely remembered growling and picking up Stark by his curved backside, his calves wrapping around his torso, carrying him into the open Quinjet. Sesshomaru removed his own buttoned shirt and sunglasses with delicate, but quick care and set them aside with their shoes.
They both stood facing each other in the muted blue glow of the arc reactor and emergency lights.
'This man, this genius who can fabricate technology beyond my own mind's design, who plays enjoyable question games, who can fly with a suit and power his own body with artificial means would understand my appreciation. I will make him see my inclination. He will quiver beneath me and soften like sand.' Sesshomaru quirked a corner of his lips.
Sesshomaru advanced and threw Stark down on the cool metal floor of the Quinjet with a metallic thud. He massaged his lips down from the juncture of his jawbone and neck, down to his hairy, enthralling chest and further South.
He was rewarded with a gasp and he carefully raked his fangs down his muscled midsection.
Sesshomaru was caught off guard, again, when Stark grabbed his head and brought it back up for a desperate, messy kiss. In that splintered moment, Sesshomaru swore Stark regarded him as something otherworldly first, weapon second.
Sesshomaru hadn't ever remembered being so intimately wanted, so singularly desired, and he didn't know what to do, except try to reciprocate with equal fervor.
He plunged his tongue deep into Stark's teasing mouth, searching for any misgivings and finding none. He wanted to know how he tasted, he wanted his spicy scent to be all over and inside him. His bearded jaw scratched his bare one. He felt Stark trace his markings on his torso and hips with his eager hands, scratching them, attempting to mark him.
Sesshomaru broke apart, breathless, and sliced open Stark's pants and undergarments with a twitch of a talon. Stark didn't protest when he traveled further south once more, leaving a trail of nips and kisses and with a quick tongued relish, took Stark's hardened length in his mouth. He vacuumed his lips against his cock at the very base and rose up tasting him, and did he taste like he thought he would!
Stark encompassed everything musk, electricity and salt.
The human moaned and with his own need growing, Sesshomaru unsealed his lips around Stark and flicked the tip, claiming the fluid there before lowing back down, his tongue swirling. He extended his tongue fully to allow maximum room for Stark's shaft.
He sucked hard, as if to siphon life out of Stark and lowered and raised his head at teasing speeds. He made sure his fangs didn't graze his delicate skin; he also made sure to attend to his neglected sack.
Stark's worn fingers through his long hair and this time fisted it hard. Sesshomaru growled, the hum of his lips on Stark's cock made Stark's whole body writhe.
He his other hand to Sesshomaru's head, shoving it down.
Stark forced all of himself inside Sesshomaru's mouth, already sealed around his shaft. A ripple of lust zigzaged down his own groin from being controlled. Sesshomaru relaxed his throat to accommodate Stark's full, long cock and wasted no time recovering from the shock.
Stark would know his desire for him. He would make Stark jolt alive with energy. He would prove it again and again, over and over if he had to. He came up, tongue lining the sensitive underside of his shaft. Stark trembled, cursed and groaned, and Sesshomaru's eyes lit up in victory.
Stark, one hand still fisting his hair, the other behind his head, shoved the Demon Lord's head into himself until his lips and nose pressed deep his fuzzy base again. Stark pulled him back, to fully fuck the Demon's mouth.
'He thinks he can dominate this Sesshomaru does he?' Sesshomaru, through his bangs, cut a glare to Stark. Before Stark could shove him down again he snaked a hand down to his base, and cupped his sack, brushing a dulled talon at his entrance, circling, applying pressure with his fingertip, teasing yet promising.
Stark let go of his hair with a strangled plea and he changed his method of attack.
He shifted to the side and lowered down, and with his free hand began to stroke up and down on his cock as he nipped and sucked the tender area on Stark's inner thigh. His thigh opened wide on reflex and Sesshomaru attacked the juncture of his spread-eagle thighs again.
He was rewarded with a string of curses and a shutter of his thighs. He grinned through a bite. He resumed his attention to the main objective, noting the fluid again gracing the tip of his length.
Sesshomaru twisted his long hair out of the way as he resumed bobbing up and down at tantalizing speeds, Stark vibrating in pleasure underneath him, uttered muffled cries and he found his own length harden to an almost painful length at the sounds he made come from Stark.
Shocked, Sesshomaru, felt two warm, calloused hands on his shoulders firmly push him until he was on his back on the cool metal floor. He locked eyes with Stark, who gazed down at him like he had discovered something important. Sesshomaru tilted his lips up boldly, and Stark's fiery brown eyes roughened. His open and strong face, painted in lust, smirked wildly with swollen lips. Sesshomaru's member throbbed, tight in his jeans, would Stark continue to be this dominant?
Stark positioned himself over Sesshomaru, opposing positions from a moment ago. Sesshomaru's silver hair fanned out against the grey steel of the jet.
Embers of anticipation trickled down Sesshomaru's triceps and obliques and pooled as a wildfire at his groin. He was always in control, the fully dominant one, it was a relieving change of pace to be at another's mercy, if just for a moment.
"My turn." Stark breathed out and unbuttoned Sesshomaru's jeans. Sesshomaru bucked his hips in the air to allow Stark to pull them off and throwing them like they were afire.
Sesshomaru had been told he was somewhat gifted in the region below but it had been a long while before he wanted his partner to acknowledge it.
"Not commando, but boxer briefs, I so called it." Stark, wide-eyed, smirked devilishly referencing his joke during his first scry attempt weeks ago. Stark pulled the red garment off as well and taking Sesshomaru's aching need into his hand. Sesshomaru gasped, Stark's strong hand fondled him just rough enough. Stark wasted no time, gripping the base of Sesshomaru's cock with two fingers and with a cocky wink he showed his own lack of gag reflex as he sunk down low upon him, hot, wet, and experienced.
Stark proceeded to return the favor and Sesshomaru fought every instinct not to dig his talons into the Quinjet's floor. He writhed and let out a yip when he did a certain trick with his tongue and a finger at his entrance. Stark most definitely heard it because he quickened the pace, and used two fingers to press up against the sensitive skin just above his entrance, causing Sesshomaru to kick his legs out in futility.
Sesshomaru gasped with an icy inhale, Stark's lips and the suction, and the heat, and all those fingers close to creeping inside to him curled his toes and jellied his legs.
'How does he know what I want so easily?' Sesshomaru bit his already swollen lip and he felt his fangs lengthen. His whole body twitched and knew that he had to regain dominance before he lost it completely.
Swiftly and elegantly as he could muster he took Stark's head in his hands and brought him up to him, locking him again in another heated tangle of lips. Right as he was about to pin Stark again, Stark reached for his pants and produced a vial of liquid.
Sesshomaru, quick as his whip, took the vial with his hand. Their eyes met and the way Stark regarded him with hunger and anticipation made a kernel in Sesshomaru's chest warm.
Sesshomaru would curse himself for his later, but he unleashed a smile at Stark. One that lit up his eyes, lengthened his fangs, swelled up his cheeks and pricked up his ears. The Demon Lord captured his lips again, unable to get enough of his embrace, opening the vial and lubricated his fingers.
Could he stay here? With this innovative human and his forge?
Stark's tongue and teeth brought him to reality as they bit down and gnawed and sucked on his neck.
Sesshomaru applied the slick liquid to his fingers, retracting his claws down as short as he could, slightly painful to do so, but well worth the outcome.
Stark half-sat, half-knelt in his lap, their members touching tauntingly. Sesshomaru supported himself with one arm as Stark lifted up Sesshomaru's chin in his hand.
Sesshomaru's allowed the human to study him, exposed. No other diversion of his had ever held him like this, had their thumb caress his jawline, had their eyes peer into his as if to unlock his mind.
"I want to do terrible things to you, beautiful." Stark huskily murmured. For a still moment, Sesshomaru's parted lips dared not emit anything, afraid, if for some absurd reason Stark would leave.
But he did the opposite.
With a forceful grip on his jaw, Stark crashed down on him with a bruising kiss, drawing blood from Sesshomaru's bottom lip with a ragged bite. Their teeth clicked but neither cared too much.
Sesshomaru coiled his tongue in his mouth, intent on showing this human he was far from finished.
He would make Stark unspool for him, he would make him pant and flail.
"Prove it, Stark." He flashed his fangs and caressed Stark's entrance briefly before easing one then two of his fingers inside, scissoring them coaxing Stark to relax. Stark continued to crane his neck down to assault Sesshomaru, licking the blood from Sesshomaru's lips.
He had a penchant for his blood it seemed. For seeing him bleed, for making his mark, and it invoked a certain devilry in him that made Sesshomaru's balls tighten.
Stark took back the vial and with a now slick hand, began to pump on Sesshomaru's length alternating with his own. Sesshomaru growled lowly, chest rumbling and he heard Stark chuckle.
"I can't, Christ! I can't make fucking sense out of you. Fuck." Stark garbled and Sesshomaru, in return, inserted a third finger as Stark began to relax, it seemed the human had practice at this. The reputation he held was quite accurate, he tapped his pleasure spot deep inside him and Stark jumped in his lap.
He was ready, and with a heady stare Stark began to lower himself onto Sesshomaru as he raised up. Sesshomaru threw his head back as his jaw dropped and his eyes closed; Stark was entirely too tight and hotter than a Fire Demon. He never thought a human could make him tremble.
A strangled growl escaped Sesshomaru's lips despite his best efforts of silencing it. Stark let out another colorful array of curses, sounding breathless. Sesshomaru fought vocalizing his own desire, but his resolve slowly crumbled.
His hands roamed across then scratched down the back of human inventor.
Sesshomaru opened his eyes as Stark wince and bite down on his own lip in legitimate pain. Sesshomaru had a solution for that, he captured Stark in a soft, tender kiss, and pulsed a blip of shimmering Youki into his mouth.
"Oh yeah!" Stark gasped and for a moment, Stark's mouth glowed as blue as his arc reactor. Sesshomaru hadn't noticed his Youki and the arc reactor were the same color until now. The Youki went down his throat, and he saw Stark's eyes light up as it relieved any discomfort he may had experienced.
"fuuuuck—" they both shared a simultaneous groan. "You're unbelievable." Stark, with a knowing grin, fully sheathed himself on the Demon's erection below him.
Sesshomaru's gold eyes, raked over in lust, shot open wide. There was no considerable way Stark could feel this good, like the entire cosmos revolved around him.
Sesshomaru shoved Stark's well muscled back playfully down to the now warm and steamed quinjet floor with a metallic thud.
"Stark…" Sesshomaru shuddered fully, growling lowly in his chest at the usually snarky, challenging Stark warped in ecstasy beneath him. "Believe my rapture." Sesshomaru's eyes edged out red with feral glee as he went to his knees, still deep inside Stark, and pushed Stark's thighs wide. His bangs clumped and stuck to his forehead at bad angles but he couldn't care.
He pulled out slowly, watching Stark's eyes, mesmerizing like a cunning creature about to surprise him.
Sesshomaru's skin prickled in exposure, it was if Stark could read him, like a manual and know his next actions. He wanted to have that effect on him.
Stark was safe to be as vulnerable as he was in this moment.
'I will demonstrate my fascination for him. I will make him see me, see all that I am. I want him to be the only one. The only one to all of see me.' Sesshomaru, slowly, began to pump into him, his own cock sliding into the hot, tight friction just right. His body hit Stark's with a thump, a low bark, and a curse. Stark overwhelmed him, this was bliss.
His blue Youki whirled and glittered around him, not unlike a whirlpool, matching the glow of Stark's arc reactor.
The entire Quinjet now bathed in crystal blue, held Stark in its middle, looking as if he floated on water: drifting and appetizing.
His lips tugged upwards, even though his long hair stuck to his back, sweaty and unkempt. His whole being reverberated with youki as he increased the punching tempo. More. he had to have more of him.
Hands planted on either side of Stark, his arms straight and locked, he rocked his hips sharply into him, his whole body rolling like a cresting wave. Sesshomaru's eyebrows slanted in pleasure, his member tremoring from the pressure inside Stark. He angled himself to ensure he hit Stark's pleasure spot far inside him.
"Oh God, Sesshomaru." Stark shouted out in a broken moan as he flailed. Sesshomaru's ears pricked up. Stark said his name. His real name. Sesshomaru flashed a fang. He would make him write it on his body with his tongue.
Stark started stroking his own length as Sesshomaru barely held himself together. It maddened him to see Stark's assertive, intense gaze go hazy and careless, at the compulsion to use his ingenious hands to satisfy himself so.
His elbows hinged like they'd collapse and his jaw hung loose and open. Sesshomaru had never felt so weak before anyone else before. He could erupt deep inside of Stark just crumple.
"I am far worse—" Sesshomaru barked as Stark purposely tightened his entrance around him. "than any God, Stark." Sesshomaru's eyes flashed and Stark's eyes, hazed in lust narrowed as he shot up his own hand and caught Sesshomaru in a violent bite of a kiss. Sesshomaru's lip burst open again, and Stark forced his tongue into his mouth, stifling any protest he may have had.
Sesshomaru still thrusted hard and fast into the human, a power play between the penetration and the kiss. The slap of skin on skin and metal echoed around their pants and moans. Stark's hand laced through his hair, forcing him down into the kiss Stark had trapped him into.
Stark grunted, and Sesshomaru let loose a high, muffled bark as Stark finally let him exhale. Sesshomaru noted his own blood smeared on Stark's lip and it made his erection twitch.
'A mere human could draw blood from me, could have this hold over me, to make me want him to do it more.' He wanted to reciprocate, his pupils constricted as he bucked into Stark's hot opening.
"So am I." Stark smirked and Sesshomaru increased his pummeling pace, harder, faster, it had to be done. He wanted to feel the smack, the thud, the entirety of himself inside him. He aimed to fuck the pleasure spot deep inside Stark and reveled when he convulsed each time from it. On the edge of a great peak of bliss, his cock throbbed, Sesshomaru jerked and he knew he was almost done.
It was then Stark saw his opening.
Stark, in a stellar display of athleticism, brought his calves into the backs of Sesshomaru's knees, forcing them to hinge. Sesshomaru's erection reflexively shot and Stark used the leverage to push up and back flinging Sesshomaru like a pendulum onto his back, on the floor behind him.
Stark reversed their position. He wrangled his legs out from under a dazed Sesshomaru. With fingers already wet, he massaged then slipped them inside. Sesshomaru rainbowed his back up like a Snake Demon, a silent gasp escaping his lips. Stark had been waiting for this. With Sesshomaru prepped he yanked his striped hips up while simultaneously thrusting down.
Sesshomaru's pupils shaved to paper thin and he barked then whimpered. Sesshomaru's mind fogged and unfocused as Stark yelled fuck.
Stark pounded hard into Sesshomaru, as if knowing he would take it. Sesshomaru pressed his hips into the assault. He craved the friction, his affliction had flooded into full blown addiction. Sesshomaru's markings danced right as Stark took both of his slim wrists and pinned them next to his head on the floor, supporting himself with the grip.
"You're mine." Stark panted. He truly liked his wrists.
Sesshomaru's body lanced with a high frequency tingle as his body jolted forward on the floor with each wet smacking ram of Stark's member into his pleasure spot. Sesshomaru's own neglected length trembled with the rest of his body. Sesshomaru's half lidded eyes peered into Stark's, hungry and bright in the blue circling light. Sesshomaru couldn't let himself end like this, trapped on the floor beneath Stark succumbing to his whims. He had one goal, and that was to show Stark he was not mere entertainment.
With a burst of twinkling youki, and a barely seen movement, he flung Stark up, and with legs still trembling launched the both of them into the wall of the Quinjet, next to where the parachutes hang.
Stark's eyes wide, dark and startled didn't stay that way for long as Sesshomaru closed their distance, mouth over his, tongues crossed. Stark bit hard down again on his bottom lip as he pulled the back of Sesshomaru's head past him, going for his ear, tracing its point with his tongue before latching onto it, as if intent on piercing it.
Sesshomaru's other ear flicked as he pressed his forehead against the cool metal of the wall of the Quinjet. He pulled up Stark's hamstrings and with a torturous, rapid pace, rammed himself back into Stark's still relaxed and lubricated entry. Stark's own shaft rubbing against Sesshomaru's flat, chiseled stomach. Sesshomaru's eyes, squinted shut, flashed open when a strong hand forced his head back to in front of Stark's, eyes intense.
"You're still mine." Stark commanded. Sesshomaru flashed a fang and drove deep into Stark with a quick upward pump of his hips.
"Really?" Sesshomaru's voice rumbled deep in his chest as Stark's whole body shuddered, and his shaft jerked. Sesshomaru's eyes glimmered. Sesshomaru continued to buck into Stark, even after Stark shoved their mouths together again. His bottom lip swelled and bled again in a new vortex of pleasure and pain as Stark sucked it.
It was time to prove to Stark how much he wanted to be the one to make his face contort, and body spasm. They broke apart and Sesshomaru took Stark's length in his hand, still holding him up with his other arm. He didn't have to stoke him much before it pulsed in his hands.
"Sssseessho Fucking hell!" Stark convulsed and from his length spurted his seed, splattering against Sesshomaru's abs. The human loosened and softened, placing his damp forehead on his indigo moon, noses touching, muttering lewd curses. He made that happen. He made this special inventor climax in uncensored rapture. His own length now plead for release.
Sesshomaru's eyes widened and red bled. All the markings on his body changed to red and grew jaggedly while his fangs lengthened, masking the vulnerability of his quivering lower body. His blood flowed hot like lava and gushed through his groin.
"Stark!" Was the only syllable Sesshomaru managed as he hit his peak and unleashed his steaming load inside of Stark with an abrupt quake. His face lax in unabashed release.
'I could become accustomed to this.' Sesshomaru thought contentedly. He wanted Stark, his motives clear as the skies in his lands. His lips curved ever so slightly upwards, still roaming his impish face, memorizing it. He would have him; he would captivate him; he would claim him.
He withdrew from Stark slowly and gently and a bit undignified, collapsed them down on the floor. He did something that he didnt feel comfortable doing until then: lie down.. Trying to calm his trembling body, he stared up at his swirling blue Youki and the glow from Stark's arc reactor integrating in a spiraling blue.
The human sprawled out on him, his head rising and falling on his chest with every shaky inhale and breathy exhale.
"Watching you lose control should be illegal, in at least ten states." Stark finally spoke up shifting onto the floor and onto his side. Sesshomaru mirrored him, head resting in his hand, elbow on the floor. He regarded Stark's blue lit athletic physique and his boyish grin.
"You as well make a sight, Stark. I enjoyed our coupling. I'd like to continue them with you." Sesshomaru's calm voice filled the Quinjet as a warm sea.
'He saw me in a state no one else has. Could it be that Stark may not just desire me for my prowess and abilities, but for all I am? Does he see me as more than mere entertainment as well?' Sesshomaru dared wonder.
"Yeah, same, gotta love a good fling." Stark sat up suddenly, tone high and nonchalant, shattering the moment. He peered down at the Demon Lord like one would a stranger.
Fling?
So, he misread the whole situation. His eyes blanked out and a sensation like Loki's poison stung his gut and veins. Sesshomaru immediately regretted pondering such irrational thoughts, Stark's interest spelled only lust.
Nothing more.
Loki was right about him being a casual lover. He was no exception to Stark. Stark only cared about his well-being in terms of the defense of this time. He shouldn't have hoped for anything beyond it.
Sesshomaru neatened his bangs and hair with his claws, suddenly too visible.
With a flick of a striped wrist Sesshomaru whisked some Youki and dissipated the tacky remains on them both. Stark looked down and grinned.
"Nice trick, uh or should I say tricks, Sailor Moon." Stark stood, grabbing a bag hidden in the Quinjet.
'Tricks? So I am merely entertainment.' Sesshomaru's ears flattened, but said nothing. His real name now forgotten, the warmth in his chest cooled into snow. Sesshomaru shouldn't have expected anything different yet it still collapsed his insides into a hollow and dim pool.
He reined his Youki in, the shimmering blue faded instantly leaving only the faint glow of the arc reactor and a few lights of the jet. Sesshomaru stood as well, gathering his garments and putting them back on wordlessly. Steeled and frozen, he avoided gazing in Stark's direction.
"I had a feeling you would make an abstract art project out of my clothes so I brought a spare set. Ingenious, I know." Stark winked and Sesshomaru regarded him neutrally, putting on his jeans and tucking his sunglasses on his head. What was he supposed to respond with?
"Well, I'm going to go clean up and catch some z's, you and Bambi got a big day tomorrow that I am unhappily stuck in the middle of." Stark tugged on a shirt and some pants and walked out of the Quinjet briskly without looking back.
Sesshomaru stood for a moment, in the now quiet stillness of the Quinjet. He hadn't expected the outcome of their coupling to leave him yearning for so much more, and not just of the carnal variety. His mother once told him: 'Wine cannot get you drunk, but passion still can. Tread lightly my son, as you are quite the lure.' She'd be laughing at him if she were here: he allowed himself to become enamored. How unwise.
He had told Loki he was not looking for a mate in this realm, so it disturbed him that he found himself vetting Stark for the position. How perplexing and horrendously inconvenient.
He was indeed going mad.
Unsure what to do, he turned on his music device, finding the appropriate song: 'Sometime Around Midnight' by the Airborne Toxic Event.
'And so there's a change
In your emotions
And all of these memories come rushing like feral waves to your mind
Of the curl of your bodies, like two perfect circles entwined
And you feel hopeless, and homeless, and lost in the haze of the wine'
He sat alone, silent, and head bowed, listening to humans, again.
Ahhhhhh don't kill me! But, yeah, this was a killer to write. Thank you all for your support, please let me know what you think!