You know, inspiration strikes at the oddest of times. Sometimes bad, sometimes good. In this case, it's not particularly great, but I'm trying to work with it and my college class. An update for my faithful readers and followers. Many thanks to you for being so patient.
WARNING: This chapter is pretty much the reason the story is M. Proceed at your own risk. This begins our introduction to the ... smutty side of their relationship. My first time attempting it with such... gusto, so be gentle please ^^;
Also, as I was reminded by a good friend, and a reviewer, these characters are OOC a lot of the time, and also ... not mine. As much as I would love to own Tony and Loki, if only to make them actually kiss, because all that sexual tension is just... simmering when they're in the same room and it drives me nuts XD
A month and a half after his last visit to check on Stark, Loki dropped in randomly, not knowing why, but feeling sure something was wrong. The mortal had officially become a project for him, something to muse over when he was bored. Teleporting into the living room but staying invisible, he didn't see anyone. Not one of the Avengers were home, except... he cocked his head and teleported to the lab where he knew Tony kept to himself most of the time.
He found the man sitting against a wall, his head resting on his legs, muttering to himself while he rocked ever so slightly back and forth. Loki was still invisible, but somehow the mortal knew. He raised his head and raked a sharp look over the lab, pausing when his eyes passed over the spot where Loki had manifested.
Loki gave up on hiding and made himself visible, eyeing the mortal. There was something wrong and decidedly fragile about the man sitting in front of him.
Tony lifted an eyebrow. "Come to make sure your pet hasn't done itself harm?" He queried, an edge to his voice. Loki frowned at him. Stark was pale and sweating.
"You do not look well," Loki said abruptly.
Stark shook his head with a wry grin. "No shit, Sherlock."
"Your system has adjusted to being without alcohol, this is not withdrawal, as you call it." Loki said slowly, seeing a desperation in Stark's eyes he didn't like.
Stark shook his head slowly. "No, this is not. Although I must say normally I would be drunk off my ass when I feel like this. Either that or bringing someone home. I just.. need something to drown out the voice, the memories and the nightmares..." He said with a haunted expression. Loki walked until he was standing in front of the mortal, then crouched down. He had forgotten how painful it could be when the voice was whispering, and there was nothing to lessen the impact of what it was saying.
"What would make it better?" He asked. Tony looked up at him, face twisted with an odd mix of desperation, fear, and.. want.
"This," the mortal said just before he lunged forward and crashed his lips to Loki's. Loki stumbled back in shock, scrambling to not land on his ass. He didn't calculate for the clutter crowded around them and landed on his ass anyways, Stark straddling him, lips still locked in a desperate kiss. Loki paused before kissing him back, slowly succumbing to the spell that was being woven. Tony traced the gods lips with his tongue, smiling devilishly.
While Loki couldn't deny the fact that he had found the mortal attractive, and became more than a little aroused when he exchanged banter with him, he had thought to cut off contact with the man after this visit. Still, the way Stark's lips moved against his, with his body brushing against Loki's in all the right places, made him harden quickly.
Stark moaned, tearing their mouths apart and rocking against him slowly, permitting the god to feel just what this small amount of contact had done to the mortal. He hissed, feeling himself jerk at the contact and knowledge of Stark's need. He leaned forward and nipped at the mans neck, eliciting a low moan from him. He smiled in satisfaction and continued nipping and soothing the red spots with his tongue.
With a pained grunt, Stark pushed him back, face aghast and wary. "Fuck. I shouldn't have done that. What the hell was I thinking? Even for me, this is a new low. Fraternizing with the enemy. Fuck!" His little tirade trailed off as he looked at the god.
Loki was staring at him, and a light came on in his eyes as his gaze slowly traveled downward. First pausing at his lips, then the arc reactor, and finally the tent in his pants that wasn't concealed. His mouth smiled hugely, and his eyes... Tony shivered at the look in his eyes.
"Ah Stark... your mind might deny it, but your body cannot. Look at how it yearns for me..." Loki whispered.
Tony tried to get up, to get away, but the trickster's hand was suddenly on his cheek as he followed Tony when he stood up, not restraining, but caressing. His mouth was brushing Tony's, tenderly tasting, before savagely nipping his lip so unexpectedly that Tony opened his mouth to gasp in protest. Loki took his unexpected offering and plunged his tongue inside, delighting and horrifying Tony with the thrill he got from it.
Loki moaned, and moved forward, pushing Tony back to the wall until Loki drew up flush against him. He rolled his hips, and Tony broke off the kiss with a gasp as Loki ground his hips even harder against Tony's own. If his arousal was bad, Loki's was raging. He slid down the wall, bringing the god with him, until they were both on their knees, tongues battling for dominance. He pushed the trickster down until he was on his back and Tony was kneeling above him, fingers scrabbling at the many buckles of Loki's outfit. Smirking, the god sat up and waved a hand, then maneuvered them so that Stark was on his back, both of them now naked.
Tony blinked and decided not to ask, because Loki was suddenly moving a hand to his cock, moving it up and down in a slow twisting motion. It felt so good, and he didn't think he could talk anyways... He leaned his head back and groaned, before extending a hand and caressing the gods raging hard dick. Loki growled and leaned forward to kiss him, nipping at his earlobe, then trailing down to the skin underneath Tony's chin, before settling on his neck, biting down hard and drawing another groan from the man on his back. Loki smirked as he felt Tony staring at his member, and unabashedly leaned back to stroke it, replacing the mortals hand with his own.
He watched as Tony's eyes went wide and dark with desire. Loki leaned forward and purred, "Like what you see?"
Stark reached up and grabbed him, breathing a harsh "Fuck yes," before Loki let himself fall on top of him, the friction between their bodies making both moan into the others mouth. Stark tore himself away to breathe after a minute, arching as Loki attacked his neck again, kissing and nipping, before soothing the spot with dabs of his tongue that did anything but calm Stark.
Loki smirked at the words coming from the mans mouth as he continued, making a trail down his body, leaving no doubt as to his destination. He reached Stark's hips and slowed, licking up and down, pressing kisses to the dip between stomach and groin. He felt the mortals cock jerk and grinned, eyes full of deviltry when he finally turned his gaze on the member that was begging for attention.
Stark's cock was leaking pre-come, almost purple with need. Loki breathed on it, smirking as it jerked, and veins pulsed rather angrily at him. Reaching up, he caressed Tony's balls, lifting an eyebrow at their weight. "Someone is rather desperate... I'm surprised you haven't gotten someone to... relieve yourself with before this, Stark." He purred.
He watched as the mans face turned an interesting shade of red at his words. Stark mumbled something incoherently, making Loki pause as he nibbled at sensitive skin on the inside of Tony's thighs.
"I'm not sure I heard you correctly. Did you just say they didn't do it for you because you thought of me?" He asked with a lift of his eyebrow.
Stark lifted a face full of conflicting emotions to meet his gaze, eyes shooting sparks. "Fuck you! I didn't ask to want you whenever I tried to fuck others."
"I rather thought that might come later actually... I do intend to screw you, however." Loki purred before continuing. "Your passion for danger does you no favors, but this one time, perhaps it's working for you, instead of against you." Loki said with a slight edge to his voice.
Stark opened his mouth to reply, then arched with a slight yell as Loki took him in his mouth with no warning. The god smiled, and proceeded to show him exactly why one of his titles was Silvertongue.
Loki swirled his tongue around the mortals cock, before dragging his mouth back, making Tony hiss when Loki let his teeth graze the mans length as he did so. He stopped at the head, lightly brushing his tongue over the sensitive top, lapping at the pre-come dribbling out of his slit.
The mortal whimpered, hips futilely jerking up, trying to get stimulation. Loki took his mouth off Stark's cock, and shook his head at him, placing his hands on the other man's hips to hold him down.
"Be a good boy now, and perhaps I'll reward you." He promised with a leer. He returned his attention to the mans cock, now quite desperate for attention, with pre-come beading at the top and slowly trailing down. Loki leaned down and followed such a drop, trailing it down before lapping it up, his nose buried in the others groin.
Tony cried out, and tried to jerk his hips once more. Loki pulled back and looked at the man. He appeared to be on the edge, fingers clutching at anything, legs quivering, spread for Loki to enjoy, and eyes desperately locked on him. Loki was reminded of the state in which he had found the man and decided that this time he would be merciful. He ignored the voice that questioned his thinking of it as this time, with more to come.
Tony watched as the god summoned lube and slicked his fingers before... oh merciful gods. He arched and moaned low in his throat as he felt the god enter a long, slim finger inside him. Loki made a sound in his throat at how tight the mortal was before slowly moving his finger around, beginning a short in and out motion, only going up to one knuckle in his finger that had Stark whimpering under his touch.
Delving deeper, Loki swirled the lone figure, marveling at the tightness and warmth. It had been too long for him as well, far too long. The god watched as Stark slowly come apart at the seams.
Loki added a second finger, scissoring the two gently until the man relaxed under his ministrations, then thrusting in and out a bit faster. Stark called out, body tensing at the new experience. Feeling himself start to crumble at the sound of the mortals cries, Loki quickly added a third, thrusting in and out until Stark was ready. Just before he was about to slick up his cock, Stark handed him a condom.
"Do you think to prevent yourself from getting a disease, Stark? Or is it fear of getting pregnant that you ward against with this silly thing?" Loki asked with a leer. Stark lifted an eyebrow, managing an impressively stoic expression despite his position. The god shook his head irritably, feeling himself throb with need as he stared down at the man splayed in front of him.
Grabbing the silly thing, he put it on and slicked himself with the lube. He then grabbed the mortals legs and spread them further before placing his cock at Stark's entrance. The man's breathing stuttered, and Loki pressed forward, watching Stark's face contort between pain and the desire that was rolling through both of the men. Loki shifted his hips, rolling them and making small movements until Stark was whimpering and thrusting his hips up asking for more.
Growling, Loki grabbed the man's hips and thrust hard, until he was buried hilt deep inside him. They both paused and moaned, Loki biting the Man of Irons shoulder in an attempt to not take him until he found his pleasure, wanting to see the man come apart at his hands. The mortal was so incredibly tight and warm, he had to muster all of his control just so he didn't come with a few strokes.
"Tell me Stark, how many men have fucked you?" He panted, pulling out slowly, then thrusting back into the man, fucking him harder and faster each time.
Stark grunted, hips rising to meet Loki with every thrust. "None," he gritted out.
Loki paused, shocked. "None?" He questioned slightly incredulously.
"I always fucked them." Stark growled. Loki groaned, and thrust hard, until he hit a spot and Stark froze, then proceed to shout a list of expletives as his body shook with pleasure.
Loki leaned forward, knowing he wasn't far off from coming, and took the mortals cock in hand, grabbing it and wasting no time in making Stark writhe underneath him from the sensation. The wet slap of their bodies coming together, and the dry friction of his hand proved to be too much together, and Stark suddenly tensed and screamed, ass clenching around Loki and cock spurting white strands into the air.
Stark shook as he came down from it, and Loki wasted no time in thrusting a few more time before arching over the man and crying out as he came in him. His hips rocked through his orgasm, and he stayed that way for another minute after his climax, body gleaming with sweat. He finally gave a moan and pulled out of Stark before waving a hand so that they were clean and dressed again. Tony watched him out of sleepy eyes, barely keeping himself awake.
"I trust I will not find you have drowned yourself in the bottle when I come back, Stark. I don't do this lightly, and there will be repercussions if you go too far. Take heed of my advice and you can still drink. Ignore it and never know the taste of it again." With that cryptic statement, he whispered a few words and then disappeared. Tony watched through hazy eyes that slowly closed in sleep.
Tony discovered a few days later that he could now drink a bit of alcohol at a time, only ever enough to be polite at a party, and get a slight buzz. Disgruntled, he nonetheless knew it was for the best after completely stripping his system of alcohol. The team raised a collective eyebrow at it, but said nothing.
The next time Loki dropped in on Tony, he was in the shower. It was a few days later, and Tony hadn't expected to see the god for a few weeks. He started as he heard a crash and a curse. Turning off the water and jumping out, he peeked out of his bathroom to see Loki facing the other way glaring at a stand that had been knocked over.
"It appears you've moved things since I was last here, Stark." The god said in a dry tone.
Tony chuckled, grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist and sauntered over to the gods side, still dripping.
"Well, yeah. Never figured they'd inconvenience you," He shot back.
"Don't sound so pleased." Loki replied with a bite in his voice. Tony looked up at the god, wondering 'How the fuck is he so tall?' when he suddenly noticed the god sway slightly.
He took a step forward and then scanned Loki. His armor was torn and scratched, minor gashes on his side, scratches on his face. Tony lifted an eyebrow. "Does S.H.I.E.L.D. know of your... peaceful habits while in the city?"
"It was nothing for your organization to worry themselves about. Other Asgardians came down to cause mischief, and I served them up with Asgardian justice." Loki sneered. Still, he leaned against the wall with a stubborn expression on his face. Tony sighed and shook his head, grabbing the gods arm and dragging him to the shower.
"Ok, strip. Don't give me that look, I've seen you naked before. Don't mind if I see it again." He leered before chuckling. "Look, just take off your clothes and get under the water," he said, turning on the shower again. Loki turned his mistrustful gaze from the mortal in front of his to the stream of water.
"Occasionally, I underestimate you humans it seems." He murmured to himself before his clothes disappeared and he gingerly stepped under the showers flow. He hissed as the water came into contact with his wounds. Tony frowned at him.
"Shouldn't you be able to do something to heal yourself?" He asked, confused as to why the god was still injured if he still had power.
Loki growled, but made no move from under the hot water, relaxing and leaning against a wall with his eyes closed. "My power is depleted for the moment. I would advise you to not say anything or do anything against me however, as I still have considerable strength."
Tony grinned, let the towel drop and stepped into the shower with the god. It wasn't as if the shower wasn't big enough.
"I would never dream of doing anything against you, Trickster. However, I don't think you'll mind if I just take care of a certain fantasy of mine right now..." He smirked, stepping closer to Loki. Loki opened his eyes and glared at him.
"What do you think you are doing, Stark?" The god hissed.
"Hmmm... doing you a favor," Tony replied lazily, sinking to his knees and grinning lasciviously up at Loki. The god didn't get a chance to reply as a loud moan filled the bathroom.
They never developed a set pattern for sleeping together, just one where Loki would pop in and they would fuck each other senseless. The god was never present when morning rolled around, and Tony was fine with that. It kept all the emotional shit out of his way, and didn't make for any awkward situations.
Hope you like! I love comments, critiques, reviews... anything! XD Again, a thanks to all the people who are now following and who have favorited this story. Words can't express it, but I am astonished each and every time I see someone likes my writing enough to want more :P Can't promise the quickest updates, as I'm running out of reserve where the story is concerned, so I'm trying to keep writing enough to give you an update within a week or so. Have a great weekend! ^^
