Oh wow. I'm really happy there are folks who like this pairing. Sebastian and Loki FTW! It's kind of stuck in my head and I hope I am doing them justice. This chapter is from Sebastian's POV, sorry for the wait!
Desperation is the name of the being beneath him, Sebastian mused. He cannot keep from licking his lips at the delectable sight of the wounded warrior prince stretched out on the silken sheets of their bed.
Their bed.
It has such a lovely ring to it.
He will take his time with this one.
When Loki had first summoned him out of his restless boredom and into that tasteless void, he had not expected anything near this—exquisite. And Loki is certainly exquisite. He has a loud mouth and busy hands, but his body betrays him in moments like this, as Sebastian watches.
Yes, it really has been far too long since he has been able to have some decent fun.
Loki is a natural submissive, a powerful entity desiring to give himself to the care of someone who would not abuse him, in order to better control and craft the magic that lives in him. He craves a gentle touch and a harsh master. A study in contradictions, as his demands in settling their contract has led the demon to believe.
Someone has been cruel to his Raven.
Sebastian knows this. He can tell. In the false bravado, the muted whimpers of pain and the crumbling masks that Loki struggles to continually rebuild. His lovely new pet is falling apart at the seams and it appears that no one has noticed.
No one cares.
Pain is a friend of pleasure, Sebastian knows. He will show this to Loki, perhaps now, perhaps later, perhaps for the entirety of their time together. He was completely unprepared for the tantalizing scent of the godling's soul.
That had been the actual push to send him to seek permission to bond with the green-eyed beauty. It was no loss or inconvenience to him, to spend a few centuries, even, with such a lovely creature and receive a delightfully tasty reward at the end.
Sebastian smirks.
It is hard to keep from doing so. But he will think of things later, for now, he wants to enjoy this moment. A moment he almost didn't have when he returned to the earthen realm and discovered his new plaything hammered into the floor of a mortal structure.
His anger nearly simmered over, but centuries of practice lie within his existence and Sebastian knows to control himself, even when he is out of control. So he attacks, as it seems to be the best course of action and disappears with his little Raven.
When they materialize in the apartment, he sets the trembling figure on the edge of the newly made, pristine bed. He grimaces at the thought that blood will stain the white sheets. And then, he is reminded that he does not care of such things.
Loki stares at him with wide, expressive green eyes that say more, perhaps, than his bruised mouth can.
Sebastian does not answer those unspoken questions as he busies himself with calming his raging temper, by painstakingly removing the complicated armor that hides his prize. There is a jolt of surprise in Loki's gaze, as if he cannot understand how Sebastian has figured the correct way to manipulate and remove the leather and metal.
But centuries of experience bring memories to the surface and Sebastian simply knows.
Soon, the demon hears himself speak, a voice smooth as velvet, betraying the fact that his temper has not yet settled. He did warn Loki, he had. He'd specifically mentioned 'staying out of trouble' exactly how difficult a request had it been?
"Trying to take over earth, making a pact with a miserable scrap of existence on pain of death and baiting your pesky brother's secret little posse."
Sebastian cannot help giving a sigh at the sight of those green eyes growing impossibly wider. He is silently grateful that it appears they will be a good fit, for he cannot let this little thing go unpunished and while he has no desire to break his new plaything before they have even started, there is something in Loki's manner that answers the unspoken question between them. Loki will not fight him. "That, my little Raven, is not behaving."
The godling shudders, faintly—so very faintly—and Sebastian smirks, again, as he leans forward. It doesn't take much to close the distance between them. There is nothing between them, after all. He touches his lips to Loki's in a testing, careful manner.
He needn't have worried. There was no hesitation before Loki returned the gesture of affection, the kiss slightly desperate, and definitely needy.
Sebastian smiled into the kiss and shifted forward, adding a little more closeness, a little more pressure, to ease the tension in that deceptively strong body. The tremors were from stress, fatigue and perhaps injury.
Sebastian can smell the blood, pain and yes—fear. But he does not need Loki to fear him. There will be more than enough time for that later. He deepens the kiss again, teasing and light in the manner, as he continues to undress the trembling form.
The next sound from Loki is a hiss of pain, when the cool air finds every colorful bruise blossoming across his pale skin. Sebastian can sympathize. Injuries that will not kill, but will burn, ache and hurt as a constant reminder that you were just not good enough.
A reminder that Loki does not need right now.
For a moment, Sebastian almost wishes he knew what exactly caused such injuries. But it will be no hassle to find out on his own—later. For now, he wants Loki focused on him. There is still one thing they need to do before this bond in finalized.
With a whisper of his own darkened energies, Sebastian casts aside his impeccable suit of black, removing his gloves in the usual way. His bare hands skim over the bruised, sore skin and Sebastian notes the way that Loki grinds his teeth together.
His Raven is wounded, but trying to be strong.
Sebastian presses a little harder on a patch of red and purple mottled skin. He is rewarded when a choked gasp escapes and those green eyes darken to a near black. Ah. That is a lovely look. The despair has been replaced by something more likeable—something decidedly darker.
When the demon settles over him, Loki only continues to stare. "Does it hurt?" Sebastian whispers. His nimble fingers skittered over that hairless chest, marveling at the smooth skin, even when bruised. A few scrapes were healed beneath his questing fingers and he could sense the cracked ribs and bruised inner workings. He trailed one sharp fingernail down a raised stripe of pink bruise. He pressed a little harder, coaxing the darker energy to meld with the lighter, green twists of magic.
Loki pressed his lips together.
"Let me hear you…"
But Loki holds his silence even when Sebastian continues to touch him, even when his clothes and armor are banished elsewhere. Loki remains still and silent as Sebastian runs his hands up and down the slender planes of his torso. Sebastian finds that he enjoys the feel of it.
Loki flinches when those pale hands begin to tease him. It starts almost innocently, with light touches, ghosting over his chest and then firmer, even rubs, circling around one dusky nipple and then the other.
Sebastian wonders if his hands are cold. Temperature is different to him than it is to others and he wonders, as goosebumps prickle to life across Loki's exposed skin. Not that it would stop him, but Sebastian finds it odd and interesting. He lowers himself a little closer, watching the reaction from the trapped godling. Loki breaths are short and shallow and his paleness has taken on a few pinkish hues.
Sebastian smiles. He has retained his silken trousers for the moment, but he will lose them after he has made Loki lose his mind. And then, of course he smirks. "Consider this your punishment." He purrs, softly. Enjoying the way that Loki's breath hitches in his throat, and those slender fingers clench in the soft, cotton sheets.
A series of nips and kisses along that bared throat and shoulders, adds a hint of emphasis. "I warned you to behave…" Sebastian's hand flashes out, catching Loki's wrist before the godling can actually touch him. He settles himself easily over Loki's thighs and captures the other hands. He pins both wrists above Loki's head and holds them there with one hand, while he trails his free hand lower to something more—interesting.
"It will take some effort to fix the mess you've made. I did not wish to spend tomorrow righting the riots you have caused." Sebastian notes that his energies are coaxing Loki's magic to heal him at a faster rate than before. That is an interesting development. He trails one hand down from the hollow of Loki's neck, down his torso, over the dip of his navel and then, finally, to the dark patch of curls where his prize has begun to stir.
"god of mischief." Loki managed to gasp out, as the hand holding his wrists tightened when he tugged at the restraint. He was in no condition to extract himself. "Expect—it." The magic drew heavily on his body, leaving him bare to the basest instincts of a creature responding to its lover.
The former coolness was replaced with a slowly warming, torturing fire.
Loki bit at his lips as Sebastian leisurely stroked him, teasing, with light touches and whisper-soft caresses, before suddenly fisting him. A choked cry causes him to bite through his lip. Speckles of blood decorate his pale face.
Sebastian leans forward, his thumb circling the head of Loki's cock. Red eyes watch carefully as Sebastian kisses chastely, then carefully as he laps gently at the wound and then roughly thrusts his tongue into the warm, willing mouth.
Loki trembles beneath him, unable to move away, but not quite wanting to. He keens softly at the stimulation, alternates from slow and firm, to quick and rough. The last tendrils of his magic arch up and are met with equal show by Sebastian's own darkened energies.
"As if Chaos simply follows you?" Sebastian murmurs. He gave a single, sharp tug and angled his head to bite one bejeweled ear.
Loki twisted and shuddered, pleasurably as his release spilled over. Heat flushed his skin and pinked his cheeks, embarrassed that he hadn't been able to hold out very long. He had better stamina that than! He tried to hide his face, only to find that he couldn't turn away from the insistent, dominating kisses.
Sebastian chuckled darkly. "You cannot hide from me." He licked a trail from ear to nipple, then blew softly on the wetness. Loki squirmed. "I will always know where to find you." Sebastian pressed his lips to the seal emblazoned on Loki's chest, directly over his heart. It looked quite lovely. "Always."
Emerald eyes met red.
Fire and ice burned.
Sebastian pushed his magic through the seal, burning through the final defenses in Loki's personal walls. The green and red twined together, settling into a gorgeous, powerful mix, as the bond was birthed, forged stronger and then hidden away.
Loki screamed, the sounds swallowed by Sebastian's kiss, before his wrists were finally released. Loki tugged at them, faintly, the best he could manage—still. But they did not move.
A wicked smirk settled on Sebastian's marble features. "Not just yet, my little Raven." He said, amused. "Surely you did not think I would enter into such a contract without knowing all of the consequences?" He presented two fingers to Loki's bloodied lips. "Suck."
This would seal their deal.
A/N: And there we go! Chapter 2. Gah. I don't think I did Sebby justice. But I didn't want to make him too dark and demanding just yet...and I like it when Loki squirms. :P Thanks for reading! Yes, I will be cross-posting this on AO3, the explicit scenes/missing lemons will appear over there and I'll let you know when a different scene is posted there.
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~Scion