Author's Note: Happy Christmas Eve (or Christmas Day, depending on where you are)! To those who favourited, followed, reviewed the story, and messaged me about it, you have my appreciation and my thanks :) It's always fun when you know that other people are just as dirty-minded as you are, eheheheh. I have been playing with different ideas in my mind about what the next one-shot was going to be, when I saw I had a review on here by one "lokidokie" that suggested I write a Christmas-themed chapter. 'Tis the spirit for Christmas smut, I guess! Anyways, I felt inspired by that and immediately jumped for my laptop. So here you go!

WARNING: Explicit sex, mature content, inappropriate language, violence, and in some chapters, BDSM. You have been warned.

Lastly, I do not own Marvel, The Avengers, Cap, Loki, or any other recognizable characters, places, plot, or dialogue. I only own the terrible, terrible things I'm about to make Steve and Loki do to each other. xo

CHAPTER TWO – NAUGHTY OR NICE?

Premise: On the eve of Christmas, Steve discovers that Loki does not know a thing about the traditional holiday. He decides to teach the Trickster about Santa Claus, and quickly finds out whether Loki is on the Nice List, or the Naughty List…

(Remember, this chapter is completely separate from and unrelated to the last chapter; the two exist in completely different universes.)

The tip of the pencil worked quickly across the eggshell white of the sketchbook paper as Steve Rogers drew. He had been sitting quietly that afternoon in one of the conference rooms at S.H.I.E.L.D, Nick Fury talking away but Steve finding it difficult to pay attention, when inspiration struck him. It came as if out of nowhere; his thoughts strayed to the Trickster god he knew was safely stowed away in his apartment – a fugitive to both his employers and Loki's thunder god of a brother – and began to recall all of the details of their lovemaking from the night before. He no longer questioned how they had gotten there – how he had gotten there.

It had been four months after the New York incident when Loki had unexpectedly showed up at his doorstep in need of help; in need of the kindness of a stranger. For some reason, Loki had taken a leap and placed his trust in him, assuming that the Captain was the only one of the Avengers good enough to still believe in second chances. All he was asking for at the time was a place to hide, a place where he could feel safe from S.H.I.E.L.D's grasp and Odin's watch. He had veiled himself in magic so that the man he called "Heimdall" could not see him, and Steve had been taken aback by the state of the god standing before him. Gone was the villain who had terrorized the city and been responsible for the deaths of thousands of its civilians; in his place was a ragged, thin, sickly pale shell, who shook uncontrollably and whose body was laced with more lashes and bruises than the Captain had even thought possible. How could he have said no? He never even bothered to ask him what had happened to him, or how he had escaped. If he would have, the Trickster wouldn't have told him anyways.

Pity got the better of him, and he welcomed the god into his home without a second thought. The first month, they survived each other with but a few words exchanged between them. Steve kept a wary eye on him, and worried constantly whenever he was not at home; wondering if he had made a mistake, and if the god would ever betray his trust and wreak havoc on Earth a second time. For the first month, he was convinced that he was being tricked. But each time he returned home at the end of the day, there was Loki, sitting on the couch, refusing to make eye contact and sitting as still as a statue – but having behaved himself.

By the second month, something that resembled a friendship blossomed, and Steve found that he actually began to enjoy the god of mischief's company. And Loki seemed to be warming up to him as well, for once he opened up and felt comfortable enough to build up their conversations, there were times where it was almost impossible to shut him up. The more he revealed about his life, the more that the soldier discovered that the two had a lot in common; both felt alone in a world where they didn't quite know how to fit in. Both had lost the lives that they once had, now occupying a space in reality that didn't appear to be as black and white as those around them always tried to make it seem. For the first time – in a long time – Steve Rogers felt like someone understood him.

And then something funny happened, and Steve wasn't quite sure when that was exactly. Stares lingered longer than they should have, and smiles became loving and tender. Little, mundane activities became exciting – whether it be Loki watching him sketch, or discussing every topic under the sun until the wee hours of the morning, or introducing Loki to some of the modern leisurely pastimes, such as movies and music – and Steve found that Loki began to occupy his thoughts more than he should have. It was a great difficulty keeping the whole thing a secret from his employees and friends, but he managed it. At some point, the reasoning for maintaining the secret was no longer solely to keep Loki safe, but also to keep Loki to himself.

The first kiss was shared unexpectedly, and it had scared both of them. Steve had reacted with confusion; Loki recoiled from it and tried to shut Steve out entirely. For a whole week, Loki wouldn't so much as look at him, and Steve couldn't understand why. Despite coming from a different time, where that kind of behaviour was seen as abominable, Steve had somehow come to terms with it far quicker than the Trickster had. When he realized that it had everything to do with the god no longer knowing how to accept love – how to feel worthy of love – Steve chastised himself for not realizing it sooner. He coaxed Loki back to him with an unfaltering patience and devotion, and the first time they had made love, Steve pretended not to notice when silent tears fell from the corners of the Trickster's eyes.

Steve loved him. With every fiber of his being, he loved him. And though Loki had yet to say it back, the soldier knew that that love was mutual. Their relationship progressed at a speed that surprised him, but it seemed right and it seemed real, so who was he to question it? Steve brought out the good within Loki – even if it only came out in tiny bits at a time – and Loki had found a way to infiltrate Steve's noble heart, find the darker parts of him, and bring them to the surface. What was more, he made Steve feel comfortable acknowledging that he was capable of these parts; it was only with the god that Steve could be himself, and not just the perfect Captain that the rest of the world expected him to be.

Loki was undoubtedly more experienced sexually, though; with hundreds of years' of lovers under his belt, Loki knew how to please and what he liked in return. He had to teach Steve from the ground up. He allowed them to take it slow at first, but eventually, Loki grew impatient, for he found pleasure in a… rougher kind of sex, and he especially found pleasure in giving and receiving pain. They were still in the beginning stages of their sexual exploration together, and so there was much for Steve to learn and try, once he gathered up enough courage to learn. But he had made great progress, now being able to slip into the role of the Aggressive Lover, or the mindset of the Dominant, with much more ease. They were taking baby steps, but baby steps were better than no steps at all.

And so when he returned home, he greeted the Trickster and then immediately took up his sketchpad and pencil and began to draw the god, as he remembered him from the night before. It was an erotic portrait, sans the Captain. It depicted the god of mischief sprawled out on his back, one arm draped above his head, the other laying across his chest. His eyes were squeezed shut, closing out the world but somehow still revealing all the pleasure he had been experiencing, and his eyebrows were knit together in concentration. His lips, which he remembered fondly were a crimson red and swollen from kisses, were parted ever so slightly, and Steve could almost hear the light sound of Loki's shaky breaths escaping them. As he seemed to always enter into another world whenever he immersed himself into his art, Steve hadn't noticed Loki's frame moving in and out of his peripheral vision. But having finally finished the drawing, the movements caught his eye and he looked up to see Loki glancing back and forth from the television to the Christmas tree Steve had put up, swaying absentmindedly to the music playing softly from the radio in the kitchen. He watched him, and then a warm smile graced his lips as he stared at the god adoringly. The Loki on paper paled in comparison to the beauty of the real man.

"I'm finished," he announced, and Loki stopped dancing and looked to the sketchpad that Steve had turned towards him. He smiled – and it was a genuine smile, as he had relearned to do over the past few months – and noted approvingly, "You are a true artist. Though I doubt I am as visually pleasing as you seem to think I am."

Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Nonsense," he insisted. "You're stunning."

Loki sneered lightheartedly and then turned his focus back to the TV. Steve knew better than to push the subject, knowing full well how stubborn the god could be. His eyes fell back onto the Christmas tree and then he said, "I couldn't help but notice you eyeing the tree?"

"Yes, I watched you assemble it a few days ago, and I was curious as to what the meaning of it is," Loki replied distractedly, caught up in whatever was transpiring in the latest episode of The Black List. Steve wasn't overly interested in the show, but he always enjoyed listening to Loki discuss why he liked Red so much.

"Then why didn't you ask?"

Loki glanced over his shoulder at him now and then shrugged. "I figured you would tell me eventually. It wouldn't be the first time you Midgardians took part in peculiar habits."

"Humans, Loki, we're called humans," Steve corrected for about the hundredth time.

Loki shrugged again. "The terms are interchangeable; I don't see why you always take it as a title of offense."

Steve shook his head and placed the sketchpad down on the dining room table. Loki knew that he should relent and ask Steve about the ridiculous tree, so he turned off the television and took a seat on the arm rest of the couch, facing him. "So what is the purpose of the tree?"

Steve walked over to it and gently brushed his fingers against a hanging ornament, a fond, remembering smile on his face. "It's for Christmas," he answered. When Loki's face remained unchanged, Steve asked, "Have you never heard of Christmas?"

"I can't say that I have."

This blew Steve's mind. He knew that Loki had been eyeballing the tree with curiosity the past couple of days, but he would have never guessed that his knowledge on the holiday was so minimal. "Well, Christians like myself view Christmas as the celebration of the birth of Jesus, the son of God," he quickly started to explain. Loki groaned and rolled his eyes, religion not being a topic they could ever seem to agree upon. "But it's also a time when people decorate their houses with Christmas decorations and lights, and put up Christmas trees, and then they give presents to each other," Steve added quickly.

Loki's ears perked at this. "So it is like the Yuletide," he concluded. Steve looked at him quizzically. "It is an annual festivity that commemorates Odin's Wild Hunt," Loki explained. "It takes place every year during the winter season, and part of the tradition of the Yuletide is the exchanging of gifts."

Steve grinned excitedly. "Yes! That's kind of it! So you do kind of know what Christmas is! Do you guys have an Asgardian equivalent of Santa Claus, too?"

Now Steve had lost him completely. Loki stared at him blankly, not understanding. "I take that as a no?" Steve asked.

"What… is a 'Santa Claus'?" Loki inquired slowly, trying to mimic the way Steve pronounced the strange words.

Steve blinked. "Santa Claus… you know, Chris Cringle? Jolly old Saint Nick? Father Christmas?" No matter how he phrased it, Loki's expression remained clueless. "…Nothing?"

Loki shook his head. "I'm afraid I do not know what you're talking about, Steve."

"You know, come to think of it, I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that Santa Claus was actually based off of some old Norse stories about Odin," Steve murmured. Loki narrowed his eyes at him, now amused.

"Really? Well, now you must inform me – what is a Santa Claus?"

Steve tried to think of how best to explain it without sounding absolutely ridiculous. "He's… a big, grandfather-type of man, with long white hair and a big white beard; and he wears a red and white suit, with a red and white hat. He flies around in a sleigh driven by reindeer and delivers presents to children on Christmas Eve."

He tried not to frown; it really did sound absolutely ridiculous.

But to his surprise, Loki let out a great, hearty laugh. "And this is the depiction Midgardians derived from Odin?" he cried, almost hysterical. "That is incredible! Odin flying around on a sleigh, giving children presents, wearing an incredulous red suit? I must admit, that image is hilarious! Don't tell me you people actually believe in such a thing!"

Steve frowned. "Of course we don't," he replied. "It's more so just a story you tell kids when they're young; it adds to the spirit of Christmas."

Loki raised an eyebrow, clearly not understanding the humans' reasoning behind such a wild fairy tale. But clearly the holiday – as laughable as it was – meant something to Steve, and so the god had to at least feign interest. "Apologies," he said, trying to make his tone serious again. "Go on."

Steve paused, unsure whether or not he should continue. He really did enjoy Christmas, but he could tell that Loki found the whole thing a joke. He had already started, however, so he might as well keep going. "So, part of Santa's story is that he lives in the North Pole with his wife and his elves that help build all of the children's toys – and no, because I know what you're thinking, they're not like the Dark Elves, or any of the Elves you told me about. They're short and cute, and wear Christmas clothes. And Santa keeps a list of all the children's names, and the list tells him whether they've been good or bad all year."

Loki perked again at this, his inner Trickster intrigued. "And what happens to the children who've misbehaved?"

Steve chuckled. "You would find that the most interesting part of everything I've just told you. Umm, the naughty kids get a lump of coal."

Loki scrunched his nose. "Coal?" he repeated. "What is the point in that?"

Steve considered this, not really sure how to answer. "Well, umm, I suppose that when kids want toys and stuff, a lump of coal is a pretty lousy present. There's not a whole lot you can do with it."

Loki pondered his words. "You could," he said thoughtfully, and his words were no longer laced with mockery. "You could do something with it. You could use it as charcoal and make beautiful art."

Steve felt his heart warm and he smiled. "Thank you, Loki," he murmured. He held got up and walked over to the Trickster. Wrapping his arms around him, he pulled Loki towards him and then softly pressed his lips against his. Months ago, the gesture would have caused Loki to recoil uncomfortably; it made Steve happy to see the god respond to his actions as though they were second nature now. After a quick peck, Steve added, "You sure do know how to make a fella' feel special."

Loki chuckled. "It is an easy task when the man in question is so special." He paused. "And although I find the entire notion of 'Christmas' odd, I must admit that it would be an exciting and hopeful belief for a child to have. It almost makes me wish that Thor and I had had the same sort of beliefs as children."

Steve saw the flicker of longing in his eyes, and his heart ached for him. He knew Loki's childhood was a difficult subject for him; that his upbringing had had its share of less-than-satisfactory pleasantries. Unwrapping the mischief god from his arms, he took a seat on the couch next to wear Loki was still sitting on the arm rest, and then opened up his lap. "Well it's never too late to start," he said happily. Loki eyed him in confusion. Steve patted his left thigh. "Come take a seat on my knee and tell Santa what you want for Christmas."

Loki rolled his eyes and scoffed, but there was a trace of laughter in his exhalation. When he didn't budge, Steve just kept his smile firm and patted his thigh again. Relenting, Loki got off the arm rest and sat down on his leg. "Well hello there, young man!" Steve suddenly exclaimed in what he attempted to be a Santa Claus voice, but instead only sounded like the tone he used when he was Captain America. Loki stared at him blankly. "And what is it you want for Christmas?"

Loki stared at him flatly, less than amused. "Steve, this is ridi-"

"Steve? Who's Steve? I'm Santa Claus!"

Loki groaned. "Okay, Santa Claus, this is ridiculous."

Steve tilted his head and pressed his lips into a firm, but gentle line. Loki got the message. "Alright," he sighed, giving in to the charade.

Steve beamed again. "So what do you want for Christmas?" he asked again.

"I don't know."

"Aww, come on, you must want something!"

A thought crossed the Trickster's mind, and an impish smile suddenly spread across his face. His eyes flashed mischievously. If Steve wanted to play this game, then Loki could play games, too. "And if I do desire something, do you promise to give it to me, Santa?" he mocked. Steve seemed none the wiser to his scheme. He nodded.

"Tell me that you promise," Loki prompted.

Now there was a brief flicker of curiosity in Steve's eyes. "I promise," he said, unsure of where this was going.

Loki glanced down at the soldier's crotch and then looked back up at him through dark lashes. "You," he answered in a low but innocent voice. "I want you."

Steve blinked, feeling his face grow hot. This wasn't exactly the intention he had when he asked Loki to sit on his lap – but he probably should have prepared for as much, given what the Trickster was like. They had role played before, but never anything like this; this was sort of strange. But in an interesting way. He cleared his throat, trying not to break character. "Well, I don't know, young man – have you been a good boy this year, or a naughty boy?"

Loki grinned now; a wide, devilish grin. "You tell me; I did level half of New York."

He gasped as the remark earned him a sudden slap across the face. The sting was sharp, but it was sweet and it resonated all the way down in his groin. Steve glared at him. "That's not funny," he warned, though he knew that Loki knew he was still in safe hands. Steve would never strike him had Loki not made it clear in the past that he enjoyed such things. Still, New York was another sore topic for them; only made lighter in recent months by Loki seemingly to feel guilt about his actions. Hearing him speak so casually about it now – almost as if he were still proud of them – made the soldier angry.

Loki fed off of this. Placing a hand on his cheek, a small pink handprint painted on his pale flesh, he bit his lip seductively. The sight of him made Steve aware of the heat beginning to pool in his genitals. Loki's other hand now lay on his upper thigh, so close to where he knew the soldier's cock was, but not close enough to make contact. He squeezed gently, and Steve flinched.

"Oh, Santa, I have been very naughty," he breathed. Steve swallowed hard, and he could feel his pulse thumping wildly in his neck. Loki leaned in closer. "I have done many terrible things – hurt many innocent people. I have been very bad… am I going to be punished?"

Steve tried to keep his voice firm. "You should be," he scolded. "You say that you want me for Christmas, but after what you've just told me, perhaps I should withhold sex from you for a while. Maybe a week. Maybe a month."

He thought Loki would've reacted to this, but he gave the soldier a challenging look instead. "Really? A whole month, hmm? You would be suffering just as much as I; and here I thought this was supposed to be my punishment," he said.

And damn, he was right. Loki was so close, and all Steve wanted to do was touch him… to have Loki's hand, that was so achingly close, touch him, too. How Loki could always remain perfectly in character when things started to get heated, Steve didn't know – he was starting to have a difficult time remembering his own name. Steve licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. "You said you wanted me. Tell me what you want to do to me," he ordered in an uneven tone.

Loki's gaze was hard. "Now, that is Steve's tone," he tutted. "I want the firm, commanding authority of the Captain's voice."

Steve's face suddenly hardened as he dug deep within himself and managed to find the super soldier still within him. "Tell me now," he ordered, this time much louder and with no room for negotiation.

Loki's heart fluttered in his chest at the sudden shift in the man's persona. He absolutely loved being bossed around by Captain America. Acquiescing to his demand, he placed the hand that had been resting on his cheek to the Captain's neck, cradling it, and brought his lips to the soldier's ear. "I want to feel you become hard for me," he purred, and despite Steve's resolve, he could feel him shiver. "I want you to imagine being inside of me, fucking me until I can no longer breathe; I want the thought alone to make you rock hard, so I may stroke your cock and taste it with my tongue. I want to feel your seed dripping down my throat."

Steve closed his eyes and groaned, Loki's hot breath tickling his ear. Loki's hand slid from his upper thigh to the very prominent bulge that the soldier was not sporting, and gave it a gentle squeeze. The Captain gasped lightly. Loki hummed a sound of approval, nipping at the bottom of the soldier's ear lobe. "I want to feel your lips wrapped around me and your fingers playing inside of me, forcing me to shout your name for all the Nine Realms to hear," he continued, his voice becoming more of a needy growl. He brought his face in front of Steve's so their foreheads were touching and their lips inches apart. Steve opened his eyes and looked straight into the green ones before him. "Then I want you to thrust your cock into me so deeply that I cannot see straight," he went on, and his hand was now rubbing along Steve's erect penis, and Steve was trying not to moan because that would be something Steve Rogers would do, and right now he was Captain America, but oh my God, this was unbearable… "I want you to take over me, and unmake me, and then put me back together again," Loki continued, speaking faster now; stroking faster now. "I want you to make me scream to the point where S.H.I.E.L.D and Heimdall and the Allfather would now know where I am. I want you to make me beg for more. And then I -"

Loki wasn't allowed to finish. Steve's hands flew up to either side of Loki's face, fingers digging into the raven tresses, and suddenly Loki's lips were covered by Steve's and his mouth filled with the soldier's hungry tongue. Loki moaned at the unexpected forceful action, roughly squeezing Steve's package in gratitude. The Captain groaned against his lips, breaking away only to snap, "You talk too much." He crushed their lips back together again.

Their tongues danced and beat against each other furiously. Loki gripped onto the soldier frantically, as Steve did to him, but it was as if no matter how closely they pulled the other towards their bodies, it was just not close enough. Loki released his grip on the soldier's cock; swinging his leg onto the other side of the soldier, he straddled him in one swift, graceful motion and moved his hands under Steve's shirt to claw at his perfectly sculpted chest. Steve nudged Loki back slightly so he could quickly pull his shirt above his head. He threw it away and then roughly pulled the god back against him, one hand pressed firmly against the Trickster's back, the other gripping tightly against his ass. Using his strength to his advantage, the Captain began to rock Loki's hips against his own, both men shuddering as their erections rubbed against each other. The hand that was on Loki's back moved up into his long black hair and he grabbed it by the handful. Loki let out a sharp hiss as Steve suddenly jerked his head back, exposing his elongated, beautifully pale neck. Steve growled and then sunk his teeth into the delicious-looking flesh, biting so hard that surely bruises would form, and then soothing the skin over with his tongue and hot, open-mouthed kisses.

Loki's head spun as the wonderful, torturous sensations swept across him. Feverishly, his hands moved all across the soldier's chest and back; Steve's skin felt scalding hot against his own cool flesh, but he welcomed the heat and he welcomed the burn. He could not get enough of the soldier's body, no matter how often he was around it, and that paired with the hungry mouth that devoured him with desperate kisses pushed him to the brink of madness.

"You wear far too many clothes, you naughty boy," Steve snarled against his throat, and Loki nodded, eyes closed. "Yes, far too many," he agreed wholeheartedly. "Please rid me of them."

Steve's hands were a flurry of almost superhuman speed as they grabbed onto the hem of Loki's black T-shirt (thank God he had eventually convinced Loki over time to start wearing normal-people clothes) and jerked it over his head. The action left Loki's hair disheveled; hanging partly in his face, and the way the god was so flushed and looked at him through a haze of lust made the soldier want to take him and pound into him right then and there. Groaning, he kissed Loki again with fervor, biting onto his bottom lip, forcing a stifled moan from the Trickster's throat. Instead, he picked the god up effortlessly and ran them into his bedroom, never breaking the kiss.

He practically chucked Loki onto the bed and then covered his body with his own, the muscles in his back contouring his frame as he held himself up by the palms of his hands. Loki squirmed beneath him, wanting more of the Captain – wanting all of him – and his hands undid the bottom of his own jeans before fumbling quickly with the button of the soldier's slacks. Steve felt the nimble fingers grabbing hold of the waistline of his pants and desperately trying to shove them done, along with his briefs. He laughed into the god's mouth.

"Mmm, someone's eager, hmm?" he teased. Loki only responded by moaning lowly, his hands still moving. Steve shook his head. "Nuh uh," he refused, breaking away from the god and standing up straight. Loki looked up at Steve, and he was so confident and muscular and radiating sex. Steve looked down at Loki, and he was so wantonly needy and beautiful and practically begging with his eyes to be mercilessly fucked. Steve's cock pulsated in his pants, pressing uncomfortably against his opened fly. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband, he lowered his slacks to his ankles and then eyed Loki with expectation.

"Suck me," he ordered in his strong, authoritative tone. He revelled in the way Loki's pupils dilated at the sight of his swollen dick, the tip slightly wet with pre-come. Loki sat up eagerly, happy to be given orders, and reached up to take Steve's cock in his hand. Steve smacked it away. "Your mouth – just your mouth," he said firmly, and there was a warning in his tone. It made Loki's own cock grow to an impossible length.

Looking up at him, Loki leaned forward and opened his mouth wide in preparation. He stuck out his tongue and it gingerly probed the Captain's leaking tip, causing the soldier's body to buck. The tip of the Trickster's silver tongue drew tiny circles around the hole before he drew his head closer, pulling Steve's dick into his wet cavern until he could feel the head meet the back wall of Loki's throat. Loki squeezed his eyes shut and gagged lightly, and the vibrations danced around his bloated cock and culminated in his balls, making Steve lose any sense of control. Before he could help it, his hands were back in Loki's hair, as he held the god's head in place and thrusted his cock in and out of the warm, wet mouth. He could feel Loki's tongue slide firmly along the underside of his cock, and every tip he made to pull his way out, the mischief god would expertly flick the tip of his tongue against the sensitive part on the bottom half of his cock, right below where the tip met the shaft. Each time he did that, delicious bursts of heat radiated throughout Steve's limbs; his eyes would roll back into his head and with a guttural moan, his hips would undulate harder against Loki's face, his cock desperately trying to bury itself even deeper into the god's throat.

Loki moaned whenever Steve would pull back, relishing in the feeling of the soldier's cock sliding along his tongue, and he would gag whenever the Captain pushed back in, filling his entire cavity to its fullest capacity.

"You like that, naughty boy?" Steve asked in broken breaths, looking back down at Loki, his mouth too full with his cock to speak. Loki looked back up at him with wide, glazed-over eyes. "Hmm?" he prompted more forcefully, gripping onto Loki's hair by the roots and pushing Loki's face forward so he was forced to take his dick further into his throat. Loki squeezed his eyes shut and made a small – but grateful – choking sound, and then managed a strangled "Mhm" that reverberated around his cock and made the Captain moan.

"I bet you'd like me to finish right now," he taunted, and Loki nodded slightly and hummed his desire for just that. How badly he wanted to taste the Captain. Steve grunted and thrusted roughly in between Loki's parted lips several more times before unexpectedly pulling out completely. The sudden retreat made Loki whine in confusion and disappointment. "Nuh uh," Steve scolded, lowering himself back onto the god. "You've still been a bad boy," he breathed against Loki's lips, his hot, wet erection pushing against the Trickster's upper thigh. "It wouldn't be fair of me to give you everything you want."

He feigned to kiss Loki back on the lips, only to pull his head back roughly once again and resume kissing and sucking his way down the god's neck. His tongue trailed a thin line across the delicate curve of his collar bone, and when he bit down on the thin flesh right below it and sucked mercilessly, Loki arched into him and groaned in appreciation. Steve remained there for a solid minute, alternating between biting and sucking, desperately trying to provoke a bruise to the skin's surface; his hand, all the while, kneading the aching erection between Loki's legs.

When there was a satisfying splotch of purplish-blue now blossomed under Loki's collar bone, Steve continued kissing his way down Loki's firm stomach until he got to the waistline of his jeans. He yanked them and his boxers down and peeled each pant leg off one at a time, exposing Loki's long, lean legs. He stared at the naked body before him and breathed heavily. "Fucking beautiful," he said in awe, always forgetting his manners once Loki had riled him up. Loki arched his back seductively, knowing how to best show off his frame. "Fuck…" Steve exhaled. "I could tie you up and leave you here forever, and you would be the greatest piece of art I'd ever created."

Loki closed his eyes and chuckled lowly. "Mmm, please do," he replied.

Overwhelmed with desire, Steve dropped to his knees and leaned over the lower half of Loki's body. Immediately, the god's hands were in his hair, tugging gently with anticipation. He kissed up the god's inner thighs until his lips were hovering over the god's throbbing hard on. With the weakest pressure possible, he dragged the tip of his tongue from the base of Loki's cock up to the tip, adding a bit more pressure to flick the hole at the very end. Loki stiffened, a low rumble erupting in his throat. But though Steve gestured to take the god into his mouth, he only feigned doing so, quickly pulling back and leaving the Trickster untouched.

"Steve," Loki groaned, and then yelped as he felt teeth quickly bite onto the sensitive flesh of his right inner thigh.

"Excuse me?" he heard the authoritative voice admonish sharply from between his legs.

"C-Captain," Loki shivered, and the sting of the bite was instantly relieved from the warm, soothing feel of the soldier's tongue licking along the teeth marks.

"Good boy," the Captain derided.

He parted his lips wide and motioned to take Loki into his mouth, only to back away again, his hot breath rushing against Loki's dripping appendage, taunting him with his close proximity. "Please, Captain," Loki pleaded breathlessly, squirming wantonly from beneath him. The Captain ignored him, and he began to exhale hot air against Loki's balls, followed by a small blow of cool air right afterwards. Every three of four times of doing this, Steve would then tongue them quickly, producing a sharp cry from the mischief god. But he never progressed any further, nor did he relieve the Trickster by taking his cock into his mouth.

It really was beginning to feel like torture for the young former Prince; he had survived snake venom, and lashings, and imprisonment, and beatings, and yet none of it felt as ruthless or agonizing as this. His cock was so swollen and dripping so much pre-come that he felt it would burst open from the pressure. He whimpered and tried to angle his hips so his cock would brush up against Steve's lips, but the action only resulted in the soldier using his large hand to press onto his lower abdomen and pin him to the bed, rendering him immobile as he continued the teasing onslaught against his genitals.

"This is what happens to boys who are on the Naughty List," Steve breathed lowly before flicking the god's right testicle with his tongue. Loki gasped. "They have to be punished." He flicked the left. "Tell me what you want," he commanded.

"Suck me, please!" Loki practically shouted. "I will do anything – anything! Just please, Captain, suck me!"

Steve paused, letting Loki suffer in silence as his lithe body writhed on the bed. Without warning, he quickly pressed his open lips against one of his balls and sucked it into his mouth. Loki's back arched so violently that he almost rose right up off the bed, and what came out of his mouth was an interesting combination of a scream and a gasp. The action only lasted a second or two, though, and Steve let it fall back out from between his lips before standing erect before the god and answering his prior pleas with a single, "No." He narrowed his eyes at the god. "Lay on your stomach," Captain America instructed.

Loki did so without needing to be told twice. He could feel the soldier's strong, artistic hands pressing onto his back and then trailing down his spine, making him shiver. Then they were on both of his butt cheeks, feeling them down to their gentle curves before squeezing them gratefully. The hands then pressed against his inner thighs and pushed them apart, opening him up before reaching between them and rubbing lightly against his testicles, zeroing in on them once more and filling them with so much pleasure that it almost got to the point of pain.

"Captain," Loki moaned, his face buried in the covers.

"Beautiful," he heard the breathless reply repeat from behind and above.

Steve's hands returned to Loki's behind and spread his cheeks open, and the mischief god let out a startled cry when he suddenly felt the warm wet muscle from within the soldier's mouth run down the center of his ass and dance circles around his opening. Steve reached his hand up until he could feel Loki's lips against his fingers; holding out his index and middle digits, the Captain ordered, "Suck."

Loki obliged, drawing the long fingers into his mouth and lapping at them earnestly. Steve pulled himself back up and draped himself across Loki's back, lowering his fingers and gentle easing them into his opening. He felt the slender body spasm beneath him at the welcomed intrusion, a deep and satisfied moan escaping the mischief god's lips. He started off gentle, until he remembered who he was dealing with and what the raven-haired man was willing and capable of taking. So he added a third, dry finger in with the first two, stretching him open wider and burying inside of him. Loki made a continuous series of groaning noises, his ass undulating against the Captain's hand while his erection rocked desperately against the mattress. His back arched up and down like the steady rolling of a wave, and each time it pressed up against the soldier's chest, the latter would graze his teeth against the god's shoulder. Steve's own dick pushed rhythmically against Loki's back upper thigh, right below where his hand was expertly working him, and his tip was leaking so much pre-come that a thin, clear stream was beginning to dribble down the back of Loki's leg.

Steve noticed Loki's left arm, which was about the only limb of his that wasn't either preoccupied or inaccessible at the moment. Biting back down onto the space where Loki's shoulder met his neck, the Captain growled into his ear, "Stroke me."

Groaning again, Loki awkwardly twisted his arm – in a position that must've no doubt been uncomfortable – until his hand found the soldier's throbbing muscle. Stroking in rhythm with the fingers slipping in and out of him, the two worked each other in sync. Steve moaned at the way Loki's hand knowingly twisted and pulled his phallus – his first real, loud moan the entire time – and the sound of it pulled an even louder moan from the god in response. A sudden loud cry from Loki signified to the Captain that he had just located his prostate, and so the soldier continued whatever motions he had made, brushing against the bundle of nerves over and over, bringing Loki to the brink. In response, Loki tightened his grip and began to jerk the Captain harder and quicker. The sounds of the two men's pleasure overlapped and mixed and grew in volume.

Steve could feel Loki's inner walls begin to tighten involuntarily around his digits, and he knew his own release would be coming soon, too, so he quickly withdrew his fingers from Loki's opening and spit carelessly into the palm of his hand. Pulling Loki's hand off of his cock, he coated his shaft with his saliva until it glistened and then lowered himself back onto Loki with one fluid motion, pushing himself into the Trickster as he did so. Loki's eyes flew open at the glorious feeling of Steve working his way into him, expanding him wide, almost to the point of tearing. The Captain was not a small man; he was, without doubt, a force to be reckoned with. When he felt the soldier's hipbones press into the top of his ass and he knew he was completely filled, he pushed himself up off the bed and pressed himself against the Captain's chest, forcing him to rise up with him. The soldier wrapped one arm around his waist, while the other draped across his chest, his hand gripping the god's throat. Loki reached behind him, gripping onto Steve's hip with one hand, the other arm above his head and holding on desperately to the back of the Captain's neck. Both on their knees but holding one another against each other firmly and with little room to move, Steve's hips undulated against Loki's backside, barely able to pull out at all; his cock quickly pressing against Loki's prostate and massaging it in constant, gentle mini strokes. Loki let his head fall back onto Steve's shoulder, his mouth hung low and his eyes squeezed shut. He turned his head and blindly located the soldier's lips, sliding his tongue hungrily into the Captain's mouth and kissing him with low, drawn out moans.

The Captain could feel his balls begin to tense up, the friction between their bodies and the taste of Loki's tongue against his, too much for him to handle. Sucking Loki's tongue into his mouth and biting down on it, Steve threw the god off and made him temporarily vulnerable; the grip on his hip that held him in place weakened, and the Captain used that opportunity to pull out most of the way and then slam himself back into the Trickster with impressive force.

"Fuck!" Loki screamed, bucking.

"God…" The Captain breathed. His hand that pressed flat against Loki's lower stomach slipped further down and greedily wrapped its fingers around the twitching cock. His pace quickened and became violent in force, and he began to furiously stroke Loki's cock as the tip of his cock slammed into his prostate over and over. Loki's green eyes were wide, his lips formed into a silent scream as he was unexpectedly fucked and jerked raw, and there was pain as the Captain pounded into him without enough force to kill a mortal man, but there was also sweet, sweet, undeniable pleasure.

"Cap… Captain…" Loki choked out, barely able to breathe. The pleasure mounted and built and expanded until suddenly he seemed to explode from both sides; his prostate assaulted and his cock pumping out streams of come onto the sheets in front of him. Loki absolutely screeched as the ecstasy felt uncontainable, like it would destroy him from the inside out. He unraveled around the Captain's cock and into the Captain's hand, his lungs so strained from screaming that he felt as though they must be bleeding.

"Lo…ki… oh God…" Steve uttered each syllable as he thrusted into Loki's orgasm. The walls of the god's ass jerked and convulsed around his dick, squeezing the life out of him and trying to coax his own orgasm to the surface. Feeling Loki's warm come spill into his hand as he stroked the Trickster brought him over the edge. He felt his balls tense up and his cock go rigid. He continued to pummel into the tight walls of Loki's ass. "God – I – oh, fuck!"

Spilling into him, Steve released with a loud groan, followed by heavy panting. The two men remained upright for several minutes, letting their heart rates slow and their bodies stop shaking. Eventually, Steve loosened his grip around the mischief god and Loki moved away from the soldier, Steve falling out of him. Loki immediately turned back to him and shuffled up closer so they were practically face to face. Lifting the soldier's sticky hand to his lips, the god slowly took each of his fingers into his mouth and sucked his own juices from the digits, much to Steve's surprise. Grinning wickedly at the stunned expression on Steve's face, Loki finished the job by licking the Captain's palm, lapping up every last drop. When he was done, there was a brief moment's pause before Steve laughed incredulously and breathed, "Fuck, Loki…" before pulling him back in for another passionate kiss.

When they broke apart, desperate for air, Steve started laughing – a real deep, full laughter from the pit of his belly. He couldn't remember a time before Loki when he had gotten used to feeling so happy.

"What?" Loki asked tiredly, an oblivious smile on his lips.

Steve wanted to tell him how much he loved him. He wanted to tell him never to leave him, and if he stayed, the soldier would never be unhappy again. He wanted to promise him he would keep the god safe, and unharmed, and that if Loki could promise to love him back, then he could promise that the Trickster would never feel sad, or lost, or angry, or lonely, ever again.

But he knew the god wasn't ready to hear all that yet.

So instead, he gently tapped the tip of Loki's nose with his finger and grinned. "Merry Christmas!" he exclaimed.

Loki groaned and rolled his eyes. "Oh, for Odin's sake…"

HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!