A/N: So yet another songfic sorta thing, not connected to my other one, just kinda get bored and write them. I don't know why I keep doing pop songs when I don't overly like them. *shrugs* just one of those things I guess. Anywhos, this one is a bit dark with a evil Loki who likes to claim things, in this case our dear Captain. The song is Blow by Ke$ha. Enjoy.
"Dance."
The music starts pumping strong and steady and with that he begins to sway his hips almost hypnotizing me. Within minutes his lips part, panting for the effort. I can't wait to claim those lips as my own. I know he won't let me take him without a fight. I know he is innocent and untouched. I make him drink again. I force him to follow my lead as I grind us together to the music. He doesn't even struggle as I pin him to the wall by his wrists, he just follows. I feel him moan through the music and I know he will be coming with me. With my magic I dim the bright club lights. I then cut the music, wanting to hear the Captain beg. He freezes just now noticing the empty club we are in. Tonight I took it over. No one got out alive.
I heard screams, scream.
I heard fears, fear.
I heard whimpers, whimper.
I heard pleases, please.
This place is quite now.
His eyes want to know what is next. I smile, what next? Now I take full control of my Captain. I always get what I want. I do what no one else will to get it. His eyes are horrified at the sight of dirt and glitter on the floor. The room is perfect pretty and sick. We are both young and I am so bored.
"It's time to lose your mind."
"And let the crazy out."
This place becomes filled with heat as I tear off his cloths. Tonight I am claiming him in my name. He knows that for once I am not messing around.
He feels my bites, bite.
He feels my licks, lick.
He feels my groans, groan.
He feels my thrusts, thrust.
He shudders in place.
I want him to go insane, insane under my touch. He is sweating making him shine under the few lights. I rain down on him with touches that pleasure. I see his hands struggle but not to get free. I love watching those hands struggle. Trying to touch me is making him insane, insane under my touch. I tear off my own cloths showing the shine of dew along my own skin. I push him to the ground and watch as he willing rains my skin with touches. I can't tear my eyes away from his hands. His hands work willingly to give me release.
I have taken him over.
"Blow."
He looks up to me and I look back sternly making sure he knows to get used to this.
"Blow."
He licks, lick.
He sucks, suck.
He grazes, graze.
He swallows, swallow.
Now he knows his place.