Author's Note: Advanced warning this chapter contains possessive smut later on in the chapter.
Chapter Fifteen: You're Mine!
"With you I'd have had a chance of a normal, happy life. I ran from an abusive father Clint, right into a self destructive relationship centered on fighting, anger, rage and sex, it wasn't exactly a healthy step to make."
The self deprecation in her tone of voice made Clint wince, recalling what she'd told him of the night she'd ran it occurred to him she'd probably not been in a good head space the first time she'd met Rumlow and knowing what he knew of the bastard he'd likely have used that to his advantage.
"That's not a full answer darlin', try again." He'd never thought himself the jealous type, but Clint knew that was precisely what he feeling right now, he was jealous that his biggest rival and pain in the ass had not only looked at his soulmate, but had touched her, been inside her and some deep dark part of him wanted the bastard's head for that.
Pulling away from him Shay stalked to the wall, bracing her hands and resting her forehead against it; she needed to think, needed to figure out what answer Clint was looking for. For the life of her she didn't know what answer he was after and she doubted blindly guessing would provide the right one.
It was bad enough that she'd had to reveal that particular secret to Clint, it was worse knowing that he knew Rumlow, had apparently trained with and been tormented by him. She'd spent the better part of the last eight years continually looking over her shoulder while rebuilding her life and knowing there was a high probability that she could run into the very person she'd spent so long running from.
Balling one hand into a fist Shay thumped it into the wall, forcing her eyes shut in frustration she hit the wall slightly harder, the pain that bloomed in her knuckles a welcome distraction. "I don't know what you want me to say, Clint. I knew he wasn't right, he didn't feel right, not like you do. You make me feel whole, safe."
She went to punch the wall again in frustration at Clint's silence, though when her hand never connected with the wall due to a firm grip at her wrist she shivered as his free hand slid beneath her t-shirt to brush feather light strokes along her stomach just above the waistband of her yoga pants as he growled huskily "You're mine, not his!"
The possessiveness in Clint's tone startled her, more so than his hand slipping beneath the waistband of her pants and his sharp exhale of breath behind her ear upon his discovery of the fact she wasn't wearing anything beneath the thin fabric of the yoga pants. Calloused fingers brushing against the inside of her thigh before slipping higher caused her to suck in a sharp breath. As deft fingers stroked through her folds and he nipped at the back of her neck Shay whimpered "Clint, this isn't exactly the best…."
Shay's words stalled and were followed suddenly by an adorable mewl as he slid two fingers into her, crooking them slightly, as he stroked and teased her alternating between sliding his fingers deeper and pulling them out to tease her clit Clint brushed his mouth against her ear murmuring "I don't care. You're mine and I'm damn well going to take you here to remind you of that."
"But someone could come in!" she squeaked, still unable to help herself from shifting her hips, pushing harder against his hand in a wordless plea.
"Then everyone else will know you're mine too." Clint rubbed faster over Shay's clit, hearing her breathing accelerate, unbearably turned on by the thought of them possibly being caught. He used his free hand to push her yoga pants down to her knees, leaning back to stare raptly at her bottom, her hips rolling as she pushed herself against his hand.
Stilling his hand briefly Clint stepped forward till Shay's bare backside was pressed against the impressive bulge forming within his cargo pants, slipping his fingers out of her heated sheath he ignored the whimper of protest along with the way she ground her ass into his growing erection, moving his hands to run along her arms he guided her hands to brace against the wall.
Gliding his hands back down her body as he dropped to a crouch he made short work of divesting Shay of her sneakers and yoga pants, rising back to his full height Clint turned her suddenly so her back was flat against the wall while guiding her arms to rest on his shoulders, leaning in he captured her lower lip between his teeth nipping sharply before switching to a hard bruising kiss.
Clint felt her unsteady hands roaming his chest, gradually slipping lower to brace against his abs before dropping to the waistband of his cargo pants and fumbling to get them unfastened, once done Shay's hands slipped around his sides to slide beneath the loosened waistband to rest on the top of his ass and pull him firmer against her.
Releasing her mouth suddenly he growled "Minx" before his hand fumbled in the pocket of his pants for the small foil package he'd tucked away there before leaving the farm house, like a boy scout he was always prepared, ripping the packet open as Shay's hands somehow managed to work his pants over his hips, how in the hell she managed that with their lower bodies practically fused together was beyond him currently.
One minute she'd been watching Clint unwrap the condom while she worked his cargo pants down below his delicious muscular ass and the next Shay found herself lifted off the floor with her legs draped across his arms, his large hands settled on her hips lowering her tauntingly slowly down onto his straining cock.
Thudding her head back against the wall as a low groan escaped her throat, Shay had to force her eyes shut at the exquisitely slow torture Clint was currently putting her through, the barest brush of his nose as he nuzzled at the spot where her neck became her shoulder made her emit a quiet mewl as she slung her arms over his shoulders, one hand coming to rest at the nape of his neck with her fingers just skimming his hair as the other raked her short nails sharply down his spine as his teeth latched onto the delicate skin he'd been nuzzling.
Barely managing to bite back a yelp at the sudden pain blooming at her shoulder, Shay soon found that joined by a flare of pain at both her hips as Clint's grip tightened. As he shifted the angle of her hips to thrust in hard, she was forced to drop her head down to his shoulder turning her face into his neck to muffle the brazen moan that slipped free as the line between pain and pleasure blurred into non existence.
Shay knew, without needing to see or think, that by the time Clint was done there would be bruises marring her delicate skin, it was apparent to her that he was branding her, leaving his marks behind, the shape of his fingers were definitely going to be on her hips, his bite mark left in the curve of her neck and shoulder and probably wherever else he decided to let his devious mouth wander.
Quite frankly she couldn't bring herself to care about the fact he was essentially branding her as his territory, because she knew deep down on some primal level that she was his. She suspected but was in no state to actually confirm, given the current circumstances of being pinned against the wall with his hips slamming into her, that this was all caused by primal instinct and possessiveness that likely flared upon him learning someone else had previously encroached upon his territory.
As he adjusted her position slightly by letting her back slide down the wall a fraction, it changed the angle of her hips again and this time as Clint pounded back into her she couldn't contain the scream that slipped free. Later, she'd probably be thankful for Clint's mouth moving hastily from her neck to capture hers.
Digging her nails into his shoulder as her other hand cupped the back of his head she took the opportunity to thoroughly kiss him, her tongue darting into his mouth and retreating before his own could join the party. Her current positioning combined with the angle Clint held her hips at meant that every thrust of his thick, hard cock was brushing against her g-spot and had tension coiling low in her belly.
Pulling back from the kiss Shay tilted her head back to rest against the wall as she let her hand fall away from the back of his head, her fingers brushing along his neck and down his chest before settling to stroke and tease her clit while gasping "Clint."
The breathy gasp of his name told Clint how close Shay was, he could feel her fingers working at her clit as her knuckles bushed his abs with each forward thrust he made, could feel her core muscles tightening around his aching cock, dropping his mouth to the hollow of her throat he kissed, licked and nipped his way up and down the column of her throat as his hips pounded even faster into her tight, moist core.
Deep in his lust hazed brain Clint knew Shay wasn't going to come quietly, not this time, if the scream he'd barely managed to contain with his mouth not long ago was anything to go by, the sheer fact she'd thrown caution to the wind at his ministrations and was letting him fuck her into the wall of a near public place was evidence, to him at least, of a secret primal urge on her part of wanting to be dominated by him, claimed so thoroughly that there would be, no could be no doubt who she belonged to.
Her breathing quickened and stuttered as her nails bit deep into his shoulder, Shay's loud moan echoed briefly through the gym before she dropped her head to his other shoulder and bit down sharply against his skin to muffle her moan, with a guttural grunt as her inner muscles clamped down on his cock Clint increased the pace and strength of his thrusts, as his balls pulled tight he dropped his head to bury his face in her hair. After several more powerful thrusts he came hard, her inner muscles milking his engorged cock.
Easily holding Shay's deadweight as she still shuddered with tiny aftershocks from her orgasm Clint nuzzled into her hair, breathing deeply. He completely missed the quiet creak of the door to the gym opening and closing until a voice echoed throughout the room and drowned out their heavy breathing.
"Barton, you owe me a fucking bottle of eye bleach, I really didn't need to see your bare ass again!" The last thing May had been expecting when she walked into the gym looking for the pair was Barton with his bare ass hanging out in the breeze with his soulmate's legs draped over his arms to support her weight.
She wasn't stupid and could clearly tell what they'd been doing. Given the sound of their heavy breathing she had thankfully come in after they'd finished and not during, she had no doubt that had she been responsible for coitus interruptus that Clint would already be kicking her ass.
"If you've quite finished with your angry rage sex, Coulson would like to brief you on what we know happened at the Triskelion and what has occurred since with HYDRA." Pushing through the door she made her way back to Coulson's office, trying to burn the mental image of Barton's bare ass out of her head. Not that it wasn't one hell of an ass…
As Clint settled her on her feet with her back still against the wall, Shay moved a little unsteadily to retrieve her yoga pants and pull them back on as he removed the condom, something May said then came back to her. "What did she mean when she said she didn't need to see your bare ass again?"
"A while back, when I worked with May, I wound up with a piece of shrapnel in my ass that I couldn't get out myself…..so she had to remove it and patch me up." Clint's tone sounded sheepish and Shay simply arched one brow questioningly. He took her hand and turned slightly to guide her hand to the scar on one of his ass cheeks, so she tilted her head to see past her fingers as they traced the scar.
"Poor baby," she cooed teasingly as her hand moved to swat his bare ass lightly, as she stepped around him to go get her sneakers she found herself tugged back against his chest. Reaching one arm back and around his neck Shay turned her head slightly while rising on her toes to brush a kiss to Clint's cheek.
"Come on, Coulson is waiting and I'd prefer it if we didn't keep him waiting long enough for May to tell him what we just got up to in his gym." Slipping free of Clint's hold Shay slipped her feet back into her sneakers, though she suspected it'd probably be blatantly obvious to Coulson what they'd been up to, especially with Clint leaving the not so subtle brand at the curve of her neck and shoulder.
After tossing the used condom into a trashcan against the wall Clint sauntered back to the bench, after grabbing his shirt and tugging it over his head he worked to unwrap the bindings still enclosing his knuckles and wrists, dumping the bindings in the box he collected his leather jacket and turned to Shay stopping suddenly to watch her nervously trying to tug the collar of her t-shirt higher.
He suddenly found himself wondering if perhaps he'd coerced Shay into sex, he recalled her half spoken concerns before he'd so skilfully distracted her, during his possessive jealousy over Rumlow was it possible he'd just because as bad as Rumlow himself?
Closing the distance between them Clint stopped in front of Shay and skilfully manoeuvred his jacket up one of her arms and around for her to slip the other in, he tugged the collar up before reaching behind her head under her hair to lift it out from beneath the jacket to cascade down her back.
Bringing his hands back to settle on the lapels he slanted his head to watch Shay's face, clearing his throat nervously he asked quietly "Darlin', I didn't force you into doing anything you didn't want to back there, right?"
Blinking at the sheer stupidness of that question, Shay stepped forwards to stand on Clint's booted feet as she reached up to cup his cheeks "Babe, don't be a fucking idiot. If I didn't want you to do that, don't you think I would have fought back to try and stop you?"
The way his nose crinkled in mock disgust at the nickname had Shay crossing that one off the list, she wasn't sure when she'd made the decision to sporadically test out affectionate nicknames but of the two she'd tried so far neither seemed right for him, stretching up she brushed her lips across his in a feather light kiss of reassurance before stepping back off his boots and entangling her hand with his.
"You would have tried; I'll give you that much credit. Whether or not you succeeded would probably have been a different matter." Clint's fingers tightened against hers as he squeezed her hand while leading them from the gym, Shay was trying to mentally memorise the corridors as Clint guided them back into Coulson's office.
"How the fucking hell, do you people find your way around this damn place?" Shay reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose as she frowned, there were so many damned corridors branching off in different directions that she gathered she'd only been privy to seeing the slightest fraction of the base.
As Clint guided her back to the overly large comfy couch Shay noticed Coulson and May were already settled comfortably with Coulson seated in the arm chair with May casually propped on the arm. Once Clint settled on the couch Shay eased herself back into the cushions with a good foot between them, a throat clearing had her gaze darting questioningly to Clint as he raised both brows before looking at the gap between them with a puzzled frown.
In the past Clint had never been a big fan of PDA's, but now that he'd found Shay that was slowly changing, even though he'd put distance between them earlier when Coulson had first revealed himself it had been done as a protective gesture, right now he really didn't like that small foot of distance between them.
With one arm settled on the couch's armrest and his other draped along the couch's back Clint listened astutely as Coulson spoke of the events at the Triskelion that had led to SHIELD's fall all the way through to the efforts of his team to rebuild it. Sparing a glance at Shay before returning his attention to Coulson he asked the one question that was niggling at the forefront of his mind with a flat tone "What happened to Rumlow?"
He saw three different reactions occur simultaneously; Coulson's brow furrowed in apparent confusion, May's lips twitched as her eyes brightened with intrigue and from his peripheral vision he saw Shay slide across that small distance separating them into his side as she burrowed deeper into his jacket.
"From the reports we received, he and the STRIKE team were Pierce's top HYDRA agents, he was fighting with Falcon inside the Triskelion when one of the Insight helicarriers crashed into the building, and he's presumed dead." Coulson spared May a querying glance before returning his attention to Clint just as the archer draped his arm around Shay's shoulders. As an after thought he tacked on "Why?"
"Because, if he's not dead, I'm damn well going to rectify that situation. He had the gall to touch my soulmate." Shay flinched at the icy tone of Clint's voice and turned slightly into him to wrap one arm around his midsection as she glanced up, wincing at his set, grim expression.
They stared at each other for a long moment, finally interrupted by Coulson clearing his throat. Clint looked back at the older man.
"I know avenging wrongs is kind of your thing, Clint," Coulson smiled wryly. "But I'm pretty sure Rumlow's dead. There are, however, a lot more people dead who didn't deserve it half so much. As far as I know, I and my people here are about all that's left of SHIELD. I could really use you."
For a long moment Clint met his eyes in silence. Until a slight movement from Shay, still pressed against him, drew his eyes away.
"I'm done with being used. Sir." He stood abruptly, tugging Shay up with him. "If I'm going to be avenging wrongs – my place isn't here with you."
Coulson only nodded, as though he'd expected no other answer. Leaning forward over the coffee table he placed a set of car keys down, leaning back in the chair with his hand just brushing the side of May's thigh he said "Good luck, Clint."