A/N: Thank you for the reviews! It really encouraged me to post this chapter early today. I really hope you enjoy this chapter. Please remember to review after.
Warning: This chapter contains sex. This is where we get to the rated M stuff so if you don't like guys having sex with guys, than I would suggest skipping this chapter. Otherwise, enjoy!
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Clint was discharged the next day on special order from Fury. The archer didn't know why but he wasn't about to question it. However, he felt like he should when he saw the look on Phil's face.
The agent was not happy with Fury's decision. Clint had never seen the agent angry at anything Fury had ever said. The archer figured that this might go deeper than he thought.
While Clint was waiting for the briefing to start, he caught Phil staring at him. The agent's eyes were boring holes into his head. Clint could feel the worry radiating from the agent as well as the anger. However, being a senior agent, Phil was careful not to show it.
A file landed on the table in front of the archer. He opened it to see something he really hoped wasn't coming in this future. 'Shit' thought Clint.
"This is the Tesseract. It is a power source that has been thought to be lost for many years. However, it was uncovered when Captain America was uncovered. The Tesseract has been in S.H.I.E.L.D's custody since then. It is kept in a secret facility under the highest security. However, it is beginning to act up and we have reason to believe that it is being tampered with."
Clint groaned; he knew where this was going to go.
Fury continued, "Because we no longer believe that the detail of S.H.I.E.L.D. guards is sufficient to keep it safe, we are going to bring in a specialist to keep an eye on it. As agent Romanov is still out in the field, we will be sending agent Barton in the watch the Tesseract day and night."
And there it was, the mission that Clint had known was going to come. Phil stood up. "Director Fury…"
The director turned his eye on Phil, giving him a look that dared the agent to challenge his authority. "Agent Coulson, you know very well that this is what Barton has been trained for. Do you have a problem with me asking him to do his job?"
Clint wondered if maybe the agent would break every code he lived by and forget the rules and stand up to authority for him.
"Of course not, Director Fury." Fury nodded, "We leave at 1800 sharp. Briefing adjourned." All of the other agents present stood up, the junior agents scurrying off to prepare.
Once everyone else had left, Phil stood up from the table, turning to Clint. "Barton, my office, now." Clint turned a steely blue eye on Phil. However, his face quickly relaxed when he saw the pained look on the agent's face. "Please, Clint." Clint nodded and followed the older man to his office.
Once they were inside the office with the door closed, Phil placed his hands on his desk and sighed heavily. "Clint, you can't do this."
Clint looked at Phil from his place by the door. "What makes you think that I have a choice, Phil?" Phil looked like he was physically in pain.
"Clint, you aren't healed yet, you can't shoot as well as you normally do, and no one knows what you might be getting into. The only information we have on the Tesseract are from seventy years ago and from Norse mythology. Erik Selvik has been studying it, but even he, one of the greatest physicists in the world, has no idea what it does. Clint, you can't do this."
Clint rubbed his face tiredly, suddenly feeling the pain in his side flaring up. As much as he wanted to disagree with the other man, he remembered how he couldn't handle Loki the last time and that time he had been healthy. However, he couldn't tell Phil about the future and what was to come and he had an image to maintain.
"Phil, come on, you know me. You know I won't get into any trouble." Now where had he heard that before? Oh yeah, last time, before he got into trouble.
Phil gave him a knowing look, a small smile forming on his lips. That smile didn't reach his concerned brown eyes. Clint walked to Phil and gently traced the worry lines around the older man's eyes. Phil leaned into his touch, cherishing it almost as if he knew that there might not be another chance. Clint vaguely wondered if the agent was psychic. Probably was; Clint let out a chuckle at that.
The agent leaned in and kissed Clint softly. Unlike Phil who may or may not be psychic (Clint has yet to determine that), the archer did in fact know the future. He kissed Phil for all he was worth. They kissed until they couldn't breathe and had to pull away.
Even after pulling back, they left their foreheads touching, breathing in each other's air. This was uncharacteristic for Phil. Not only did the agent not show emotion but he most definitely did not show affection at work.
Phil pulled away to look at his watch. There were two hours until they had to be ready to leave. Phil walked over and locked the door.
Clint raised an eyebrow questioningly at the agent. Phil walked back over and grabbed the back of Clint's neck roughly and brought him into a passionate and needy kiss.
The archer wasn't completely sure what the older man was planning. He could probably figure it out normally but his brain was currently on planet Phil.
Once he regained focus, he realized that the kissing had stopped. Now Phil had Clint's full attention. He whimpered slightly and then inwardly cringed when he realized how pathetic he sounded.
Phil smiled gently and caressed his face. "Clint, is this alright?" "Phil, do you see this? Do you see what you fucking do to me?" the archer practically whined as he gestured to his painfully obvious erection.
He heard a soft chuckle as he felt a hand come to rest on his growing erection. Clint groaned, "Phil, fuck, don't do this to me. Are we going to do this or not?"
Phil nodded and pulled the eager archer's shirt off and threw it somewhere else in the room. Clint didn't care at the moment, he was too preoccupied with disrobing the agent, and, damnit, if his fingers would stop shaking, he could get this damn shirt off faster.
Why was he so nervous? Clint had done this many times before, why was he so nervous with Phil? He was acting like a virgin!
But then Phil placed his mouth around one of Clint's nipples and the archer turned into a shuddering mess.
Oh. That's why he was so nervous, cause Phil did things like that.
The agent nipped at the hardened bud with his teeth, drawing soft moans of pleasure from the archer.
Phil maneuvered Clint to the couch that was in his office, removing the last bits of clothing from the archer's writhing body.
After he had Clint's naked body laid out on the couch in front of him, Phil took the opportunity to appreciate the lithe body beneath him. The archer was well muscled, with chiseled arms and a chest to match from years of climbing up to vantage points and shooting. Drawing his eyes down, Phil took in the muscular thighs and the dark trail of hair leading from his navel to the archer's erect dick, already leaking pre-cum.
Clint began to blush under the gaze of his handler and soon to be lover. He began to squirm with anticipation, longing to have those strong hands roving the expanses of his body.
"Phil, this isn't fair. I'm naked and you aren't," He leaned up to catch the older man's lips and bring him down on top of him, careful of his still healing wound, "we need to fix that." He pulled Phil's shirt the rest of the way off, gasping at the sight of Phil's chest.
Goddamn but Clint was a chest man and Phil did not disappoint. Clint made short work of the agent's pants and underwear, leaving the other man completely nude. The archer groaned when Phil's fully erect and pulsing member touched his own.
Phil ran his hands down Clint's chest, pausing at his wound and looking at Clint questioningly, asking for permission.
Clint smiled, "Phil, I'm fine. I don't hurt at all." Okay so that was a lie. He did hurt, badly, but Phil didn't need to know that. Besides, Clint wanted this too much to let them stop now, even if it killed him.
Phil nodded and smiled, continuing in his ministrations. He soon got down to Clint's painfully erect member. Clint shuddered as Phil lowered his mouth onto his throbbing cock.
The archer gripped the couch, curling his toes into the fabric. Holy shit, if Phil continued on this way for long, Clint would cum right then and there. He grabbed Phil's short hair as the agent began to make obscene slurping noises.
Oh shit, Clint had to get Phil's amazingly talented mouth away from his cock before he exploded.
Clint yanked up forcefully on Phil's hair, causing the older man to give him a worried look, looking slightly put out as he wiped his mouth.
The archer placed a passionate kiss on Phil's lips. "Phil, I want to feel your cock buried so deeply inside of me that I'll be ruined for any other men who ever come along." Phil growled and pulled Clint's legs up, hooking his knees over his shoulders and nipping at the soft skin of Clint's thighs, making sure to leave marks on every last scar. "There will never be any other men. You are mine forever and ever," He bit down harder, sucking on the skin on Clint's hip, "And don't you forget it."
Clint groaned; oh why was Phil so sexy? Shit, he was in trouble. He was in way over his head now. There was no way he could let Loki win this time. Fuck if he was letting Phil go again.
His thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a cold digit pressed against his hole. He gasped as the lube-coated finger entered him, stretching out muscles that hadn't been stretched like this in a while. He'd stopped sleeping with people once he realized his feelings for Phil, four years ago.
Clint gasped again as a second finger was introduced, scissoring and stretching his hole. The second finger was followed by a third finger before all too soon the digits were removed. Clint would've whimpered at the loss of the sensation if he didn't know what would soon be coming.
It was only a moment before Clint felt the press of Phil's dick against his waiting entrance. He groaned as the agent pushed inside, filling Clint in a way he had never felt before.
Unlike any of the other men Clint had ever been with, Phil waited to make sure Clint was okay before he started to move. It took Clint a minute or two to be able to convince Phil that it was okay to move and that yes, he really did in fact want this.
If Clint thought it felt good when Phil was sucking his dick, it was nothing compared to how he felt when Phil began to move within him.
He had to cover his mouth to keep from crying out as Phil pushed in and out of him, first slow and gentle before getting harder and harder, gaining encouragement from the look on Clint's face and the hands digging into his back, desperately trying to find something to grab onto.
"Phil, oh Phil, oh God, Phil," Clint tried to keep his moaning as quiet as possible because of where they were. He also tried to hide the fact that he was terrified. He was totally exposed to Phil and if he was honest, it was completely terrifying.
As if sensing how he felt, Phil ran his hand lovingly down Clint's face, cupping his chin and bringing him up for a passionate kiss. "Let go, Clint. It's ok, I'll keep you safe. Just let go," Phil whispered into his ear.
With a soft whimper, Clint let go entirely, relishing in the feeling of truly belonging to someone, of being filled entirely and completely, emotionally and physically. His nails raked along Phil's back, leaving marks that Clint was sure hurt, but the older man didn't even flinch. He knew that the archer needed something to anchor him to earth or else he would float away.
When Phil brushed up against Clint's prostate, the archer writhed underneath him, opening his mouth in a silent cry of pleasure. Phil angled himself in order to continue to hit the same spot, bringing Clint to a place he had never been before.
However, Phil's face was the single most erotic part of the whole experience. The normally composed agent's face was contorted in pleasure, sweat dripping down his cheeks and hair damp with sweat. Clint reached between them, grabbing his dick and stroking himself in time to Phil's thrusts.
As Phil's thrusts became more insistent, Clint sped up his pace, stroking harder and harder until Phil hit his spot again and Clint exploded, coating both of their stomachs with his cum.
With a few more thrusts, Phil came too, his hot cum filling Clint from the inside and giving him a feeling of warmth that he had never known. Phil pulled out of him before collapsing to the side of Clint, careful to not press on his wound.
Oh yeah, Clint would have to thank Loki later, even if he did still have an evil plan to execute. Yeah, he'd thank Loki, but he'd still kick that damn god's ass. The archer smiled as a soft kiss was pressed to his lips and a strong hand came up to run through his own short, sweaty locks.
The older man chuckled and smiled down at the archer. Clint just smiled back up at him. "Damn sir, just what did they teach you in the army?" Phil kissed Clint's forehead, "Lucky for you I have a thing for obnoxious archer's who are insubordinate and way to attractive for their own good. Now come on, we need to shower and get up to the hanger."
Clint smiled and let Phil help him up and bring him to the bathroom that the agent had in his office. Phil turned the shower on as hot as he could so as not to hurt Clint's still healing gunshot wound. He pulled the archer into the shower with him, holding the other man against his chest. Clint nibbled softly on the older man's neck, being careful to only leave marks where he knew the agent's suit could hide them. Well, he might have made one just a bit too high, but if Phil got mad he'd just say it was an accident.
Phil groaned under his ministrations and pushed him away gently. "Come on Clint, we don't have time for me to punish you so unless you want the director storming in here and seeing this, we need to make this a quick shower."
Clint smirked and turned around to wash off, carefully tending to his wound. However, when Phil turned around to grab the shampoo, Clint got a good luck at what he'd done to the other man's back. He gently touched the angry red scratches that he'd left in their moment of passion.
"Clint? What's wrong?" Damn, even without turning around his handler knew when he was upset. Clint had to remember to ask him if he did in fact have psychic powers sometime. When Phil turned around, Clint pointed to the agent's back with a repentant look on his face. Phil just chuckled and wrapped Clint in his arms. "Babe, you worried that you hurt me? Cause the whole time we were having sex I was worried that I'd be hurting your gunshot wound. Babe, these scratches don't hurt." Clint didn't look at him. Phil gently brought the archers head up to look him in the eye, "Plus, they remind me who I belong to," he leaned in and bit the archers neck, just below his ear, before sucking on the flesh enough to be sure to leave a mark, "and I expect this to do the same."
Clint just grinned before they finished showering and got out to get ready for the mission, Clint playfully putting Phil's tie on, just to see if he'd notice. Phil was sure not to mention to Clint that seeing him in his tie was really turning him on. They didn't have that kind of time.
A/N: Tah dah! Sex scene! Hope you enjoyed! Read and review because the reviews really do keep me writing. It's nice to know that others enjoy/care enough to try to help me improve.