Tony sat slumped in his seat in the lecture hall, twirling a pencil between his teeth, barely listening to Banner's lecture on the first law of thermodynamics. He snapped back to attention when everyone started to pack up their belongings and leave. Apparently, the class was over. Flipping his binder closed, he headed down the carpeted steps to the desk at the front of the room.

"Dr. B, you got a minute?"

"Yeah, sure, just give me a second." Banner finished clearing the dry erase board and faced Tony. He pulled off his glasses and rubbed the lenses with the hem of his purple shirt. "What's up, Tony?"

"Uh," Tony rubbed at the back of his head and waited for the last student to leave before continuing. "This girl I'm tutoring—do you know anything about her? Like where she came from or…anything?"

Banner slipped his glasses back over his eyes and frowned. "No, I don't. Why? Is there a problem?"

Tony laughed but there was no humor behind it. "She's a little…what's the word I'm looking for?"

"Quiet and shy…?" Banner offered.

"Aggressive and forward," Tony countered decisively.

Banner's grin grew slowly and he placed his hands on the back of the chair behind the desk to lean against it. "Tony, I like you a lot and I respect you, so I'm not going to skirt around this. I know all about your reputation with the females of this campus over these last few years." Tony let out a quiet laugh on a small breath and nearly rolled his eyes. "I also know some people are a little confused about your relationship with…sorry, I don't know his name."

"Loki," Tony said quietly.

"Loki. But given your past history with women, I'm almost positive you can handle Amora."

"I've tried," Tony scoffed.

"Then introduce her to Loki," the professor suggested.

"I have! He was with me when I met her the first time. And she hit on him, too. Right in front of me! She's bordering on inappropriate at this point, B. All I wanna know is if there's anyone else that can take over tutoring her."

"Unfortunately, there isn't." Banner had begun to slide his papers and supplies into his bag. "Tony, you've only got a couple more assignments to help her with before she's completely caught up and you're done with her. Can't you stick it out until then?"

Tony sighed heavily. He didn't want to and he knew Loki wouldn't be happy about it either, but he also didn't want to disappoint one of his favorite teachers. "I guess so. Thanks anyway."

Banner watched him leave and was feeling a little guilty that he couldn't do more to help. "Tony." The younger scientist stopped by the door and faced him. "I'll check with some other faculty and the dean's secretary is a good friend of mine, so I'll see what information I can come up with about her. I'll get back to you. And, Stark, try to pay attention in my class next time."

Tony grinned and chuckled. "Sorry," he said before he pushed open the heavy wood and glass door, and disappeared down the hall.

The next day, after spending his night avoiding Loki, claiming he had papers to work on, Tony woke up in a bad mood. He even got into a heated argument with his biochemical engineering professor over something so silly he couldn't remember what they had been arguing about when he left the classroom. So he wasn't very jazzed about having to meet up with Amy for a tutoring session. He planned to confront her about her behavior today. But just as he reached the doors to the building, he received a text from her.

Amy: gotta cancel, doll - smthng came up

Tony: srsly? I jst got here! :(

Amy: sry hun. Make it up to u ;)

Tony ignored her last text and headed back in the direction of his dorm. He checked the time and realized that Loki would be done with his morning classes already. He would rather spend his afternoon with his boyfriend than Amy anyway. He was in the process of deleting every single one of Amy's texts, including the newest two that were very suggestive and flirty, and was so concentrated on the task that he literally ran into Clint and Phil. He quickly scrambled to his feet.

"You okay?" Clint asked after handing him back the binder he had dropped.

"I'm fine. Just irritated. Not with you," he assured them both. He glowered at nothing while brushing at his bottom of his jeans where he had landed on the ground.

Clint angled his head at him. "Why does your face look like that? Did you and Loki get in a fight? Is that why you didn't come over last night? Is something wrong?"

"Stop asking me questions!"

"Sorry!"

Tony sighed, scrubbed his free hand over his face. "No. I'm sorry." He let out a long breath. "There's nothing wrong with me and Loki. I had…papers to write, that's all. I was on my way to the library to tutor Amy." He missed the way Clint glanced at Phil when the RA abruptly turned to him. "She just texted me to cancel at the last minute, hence, the irritation."

"Has Amy, by any chance, mentioned anything to you at all about any other classes she may be taking?" Phil asked.

"No," Tony answered with a shrug. "But, then again, I really try to avoid any conversation with her. She always ends up asking me something personal about me and Loki, or making some suggestive comment. Or she just hits on me." This time Tony caught the exchanged glance between Clint and Phil. "Why…?" he asked drawing out the word.

Phil looked to Clint again and the archer held out a hand toward Tony, in a gesture for him to continue. "You're not the only one who actively avoids her, Stark. Steve does, too. He also found it odd that no one he knows has had a class with her. That got me thinking, so I decided to do a little investigating."

Tony narrowed an eye at the one man he knew who was shorter than him. "Have you thought about a career in the FBI, Coulson?" Clint chuckled. "You sound very formal and official. I kinda feel like I'm being interrogated here."

Phil smiled thinly. "The thought has crossed my mind, actually."

Tony returned the smile, finally feeling his irritation wane. "So what did you find out?"

Phil became serious again. "Nobody in our dorm has a class with her. I know it's a big campus and there are a lot of people here, but the odds that not one of ninety-six people has ever seen her going into or coming out of a classroom are pretty slim. And then there's Natasha."

Tony's eyes flicked to Clint as Phil turned his head toward him as well. "What about her?"

Clint shrugged, pursed his lips. "She's protective of Loki."

"Which he appreciates and reciprocates," he replied with another shrug. "And I appreciate it, too, of course."

"Then it shouldn't surprise you that the second you stormed out of our dorm, followed immediately by Loki, the other night that she went out and trailed Amy."

"What? How? Do you guys think you're all spies or something? Do you think you all work for some super-secret government agency that monitors superheroes and villains? Jesus."

Clint could only laugh, Phil siaid nothing. "She doesn't live anywhere near campus, Tony," Clint continued.

"I already knew that. Amy told me herself," Tony supplied when he got questioning looks from both men. "Why's it a big deal anyway?"

Clint glanced at Phil again. "It's not, really. She lives in a pretty sketchy part of town, but it's where she went before she went home that had Natasha…um, concerned, I guess." Tony motioned for him to go on. "She went into a massage parlor."

Tony's eyebrows drew together. "I repeat: why is this a big deal?"

"It's not really a massage parlor, Stark," Phil cut in. "It's a front for a brothel."

Tony's eyes went flat, staring at Phil then moving to Clint, before he burst out laughing, doubling over with it, clutching at his belly, while Clint and Phil stood immobile in front of him. "I'm sorry. Are you seriously trying to tell me that you actually think Amy is a prostitute?"

"Well…" Clint started.

"That's ridiculous! Even if it was true, which—come on now, it preposterous, because we don't live in an episode of Days of Our Lives—what the fuck would a hooker be doing here, getting tutored in calculus? And wasting my fucking time."

"That's just it, Stark." Phil waited for Tony to look at him. "We don't know why she's here. But to make you feel better, and maybe take it more seriouly, let's look at what we do know. She's in one class—Banner's calculus class. There's no proof she's in any other class. No one has ever seen her on campus when she's not here for Banner's or meeting up with you. She shows up extremely late in the semester, out of nowhere. And she's in need of a tutor. Naturally, Banner is going to pick his top student to do it."

"You," Clint supplied.

"Does none of this smell fishy to you, Stark?"

Tony's big smile vanished as the facts swirled around in his head. "Fuck." He stared at the ground for a moment before pivoting on his heel. "I gotta go."

"What?" Clint asked at the same time Phil said, "Where?" The two, confused at Tony's sudden rush, trailed the genius as he started walking rapidly toward the parking lot. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket.

"Stark, where are you going?" Phil repeated.

"I've got a hunch about what's going on. I'll fill you in when I get back." Tony headed off in a sprint then, leaving Clint and Phil behind, and hit the speed dial for Loki's number.

"Hello, love," he answered after two rings. "Are you not tutoring Amy today?"

"No, she cancelled. Listen, babe, I'm not gonna be around again tonight."

There was a beat of silence. "All right…" he drawled slowly. "I don't mean to sound needy, but am I to spend two nights without your company? Is there something wrong, love?"

"No," Tony said quickly. "Well, maybe. Not with us! I-I'm heading to my car right now and after I hang up with you I've gotta get a hold of Milton and the StarkJet."

"What? Anthony, where are you going?"

Tony clenched his jaw as he slid behind the wheel of his car. "New York."

Luckily, Milton wasn't very busy at the mansion and he was able to fly the StarkJet down to D.C. himself to pick up Tony. And thankfully, a flight in the StarkJet from New York to Washington took less than half an hour. He questioned the heir's urgency, but Tony refused to answer until he had spoken to Howard. Milton landed the jet and the two transferred to one of the black sedans marked with the Stark Industries logo and headed for Howard's office. Milton again questioned Tony, as the younger man sat beside him fidgeting and bouncing his legs endlessly. And again, Tony refused, simply shaking his head in response.

Once they reached the skyscraper, Tony jumped out of the car before it came to a full stop. He paced impatiently in the elevator to Howard's floor, at the top of the building, of course, and ignoring Howard's assistant seated just outside, who started to trail him relentlessly, walked straight into Howard's office.

"You son of a bitch."

Howard lifted his head from the work on his desk and frowned in confusion, looking from Tony to his assistant, who was apologizing profusely for the interruption. She tried to pull Tony back but he just flung his arm out of her reach. Howard waved her off and asked her to leave. "Hello, Tony," he said once they were alone.

"How about we just cut to the chase here? Because you are not my favorite person right now. I know you don't approve of my relationship with Loki. And I know I made a joke about you hiring a prostitute for me but this is low, even for you."

Howard set aside the glass he had had his fingers wrapped around and got to his feet. "I'm sorry. What is it you think I've done to you now?"

"Don't play stupid, Howard. It demeans us both."

"Tony, I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Howard started to unroll the sleeves of his dress shirt he had rolled up earlier in the day, still behind the desk. "And I really don't appreciate you walking into my office and accusing me the way you're doing."

"I don't give a shit."

"Watch your mouth. I still control your trust fund, remember?"

"Big fucking deal! Money isn't everything, you know?"

Howard chuckled derisively. "Coming from the poster child of Spoiled Little Rich Boys? Now that's impressive, Tony."

Tony huffed out a breath through his nose. "Call her off, Howard."

Howard held out his arms, shrugged in confusion. "Call who off of what?"

"Amy. Call her off, give her whatever absurd amount of money you promised her and leave me and Loki alone."

Howard frowned again, figuring it out in his head. Once he thought he had, he laughed again, and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a heavy sigh. He walked around the desk toward Tony, still smiling condescendingly. "Let me get this straight: you are under the impression that I have hired a prostitute, sent her to Washington D.C., all in an effort to break you and whatever-his-name-is up?"

Tony glared at his father as he got nearer to him, about ready to kill the man. "You fucking know his name. Use it."

Howard barely hid his eye roll and slipped his hands into the pockets of his slacks. "As clever an idea as it is, I'm afraid I'm not the mastermind behind it."

Tony didn't move, didn't blink. "I don't believe you."

"I'm shocked," Howard responded dryly. He moved back to his chair and took his suit jacket from the back of the chair and slipped one arm through it. "I know you don't think very much of me, Tony, but believe it or not, I don't care what you do in the privacy of your bedroom."

The younger Stark's head fell to the side, while simultaneously rethinking all of the facts Phil and Clint presented him with earlier. "Since when? That was the reason you brought me up here a few weeks ago wasn't it? To put a stop to me and Loki and to 'bring me to my senses?'"

Howard buttoned his suit jacket with a thin smile curving his lips. "It was."

Tony jerked his shoulders in an irritated shrug. "Then what changed?"

Howard sighed. "Nothing changed, Tony. I just remembered that it was you in a relationship." His lips curved in a sardonic grin. "It's not going to last."

"Fuck you!"

"Watch your mouth!" He slowly lowered the finger he had aimed at Tony. Shaking his head in exasperation, he moved around the desk once more. "It pains me, Tony, it literally pains me to think this, but I am so glad your mother isn't here to see what you've become." He gasped when Tony lunged at him; the breath knocked out of him as his back hit the desk.

Tony's hands fisted in Howard's shirt, his brown eyes were wide and wild, but he took some pleasure in the fear he saw in his father's eyes. "If my mother was here," his voice was low and threatening, "I wouldn't be like this. I'm like this because of you." He shoved at Howard's chest and stepped back, turned to leave.

Gasping for air, Howard sat up, and gulped down the iced gin he had set aside earlier. "Keep it up, Tony," he said, running out of breath. "You're on thin ice already."

Tony stopped, turned to face Howard, and cocked his head in question. "Is that your idea of a threat?"

Howard moved to the edge of the desk, fixed his shirt and tie. "It's not a threat." He finished off the gin and set down the glass. He went still and watched Tony with a small amount of panic in his eyes as his son approached him slowly, like a preying tiger.

"Do me a favor, Howard. Do yourself a favor. Take me out of your will."

Howard's jaw dropped. "What?"

Tony nodded. "You heard me. I don't want this," he said waving his hand around to encompass the room. "I don't want your company. I don't want to be like you, consumed with work and money and public personas. If I'm ever lucky enough to have a family, I want to be there for them. I don't want to treat them like they're in my way." His lips curled. "I know how that feels. Take me out of your will and give this piece-of-shit company to Obie."

Howard watched in shock and anger as Tony started to turn away once more. "Just one goddamn minute."

"I said what I needed to."

"Well, I didn't." He jumped off the desk and spun Tony around. "You think you can just walk away from all of this?"

Tony forced Howard's hand off of his arm. "I am walking away from all of this." He started to leave again, and again, Howard pulled him back, keeping his fingers firmly clutched in Tony's t-shirt.

"You have a responsibility to the Stark name, Tony." He yanked Tony toward him when he tried to wriggle away from him. "This is what you have been trained for your entire life."

They struggled in a bizarre tug of war; Tony trying to leave, Howard trying to force him to stay. "I don't want it! I don't want to be you!"

"You already are!" Howard scoffed. When Tony went still Howard let him go. Tony stared up at him speechless, questioning and defiance mixing together in his eyes. "You are me, Tony. Do you know why you don't sleep? You don't sleep because you're too busy thinking about the next project or how to improve the one you just finished. You've been like that since you were a kid. Just like me. Where do you think you inherited that brain from?" He placed two fingers on Tony's temple and said nothing when Tony slapped his hand away.

Tony was a little dazed by the reality of what Howard said. It hit him too hard that it was true and he was struggling to speak or even think.

"You're not getting out of it. Ever. Stark Industries will be yours someday, whether you want it or not." When Tony lifted his eyes to his and gave a barely perceptible shake of his head, Howard gave him a firm nod. "Now…are we done here?" He fixed the sleeves of his shirt and jacket. "I've got a meeting over drinks to get to," he said as he walked around Tony toward the door.

"I won't be like you," Tony murmured.

Howard sighed irritably and glanced back at Tony. "What?"

Tony turned around and faced his father. "Maybe I get the company, maybe I sell it off the minute your cold, dead body hits the ground."

"Tony." It was a warning.

"I do not give a flying fuck about Stark Industries. Because the truth is, I don't need it. With the shit I've got in here…" He flicked a hand at his own head. "The things you've got going on here aren't worth a damn." He started past Howard, pausing just as he passed him, and grinned. "And I won't be killing millions of innocent people with my inventions. I'll be saving them."

Howard clutched Tony's arm before he could stroll out.

"Let me go."

"Listen to me, you ungrateful little shit. The next time you decide to come in here and accuse me of something to do with your little boy toy..." his grip tightened when Tony repositioned himself in a more threatening stance. "Try to remember who it is you've been fucking the last few months. In case you forgot, I'll remind you."

Tony clenched his jaw, when Howard tugged him even closer.

"The son of a senator who has even more connections than me."

Tony's eyes flared at the thought of Odin being behind this, doing this to Loki. "Go to hell, Dad."

Before he left New York, Tony consulted with Milton. It bothered him how much Amy knew about him so he asked the old Stark family friend to do some digging. The results were worse than he ever could have imagined.

Tony got back to D.C. very late that night, but when he stepped into the dorm, tiptoeing toward his bedroom, Thor came out of his room and stopped him. He leaned against the doorjamb, in nothing but a pair of snug jeans, munching on a bowl of frosted flakes.

"Did you speak to your father?" he asked, surprising Tony at the low volume of his voice.

"How did you know I went to see Howard?" he asked quietly.

Thor smiled over the spoonful he had just shoved into his mouth. "Do you know others in New York?"

Tony chuckled weakly. "Yes, I talked to him." He lifted his head when he heard Thor's name called from somewhere in his room.

Thor grinned shyly then leaned his head back to look at Jane. "Yes? I will do so in one moment, my dear."

"Thor. I'm naked."

Tony chuckled because even though she was whispering he could hear her very clearly. "Hi, Jane," he said a little louder. He heard her mortified groan.

"Hi, Tony."

Thor chuckled and returned his attention to Tony, ignoring the pillow that was thrown his way but only knocked against the door. "Well…?"

Tony looked at Thor and shrugged. "I'm sure you're curious, Thor, but I'd like to talk to Loki before I talk to anyone else."

"I understand, my friend," Thor said before gesturing with the bowl and stepping back into his room. "He is in your bedroom."

Tony glanced at his closed door then back at his still-chewing roommate. "Who? Loki?"

"Yes. He wanted to await your return. But I believe he has fallen asleep. I've not heard anything from that part of the room for some time now. Yes, Jane, I will close it in one moment."

It was the first time Tony had ever heard Thor seem cross with Jane. He grinned softly, but sadly.

"Is everything all right?"

"Hmm?" Tony glanced up again. "Yeah…yeah, it's fine. 'Night, Thor."

"Good night, Tony." Thor stepped back into room, shut the door, and Tony heard a muffled thump followed by Jane's high-pitched giggling.

He opened the door to his room and found the lamp was still on, set at its lowest setting. He grinned at the sight of Loki fast asleep in his bed, fully dressed and on top of the covers. Loki had most likely had changed the sheets and made the bed because Tony never did and he generally forgot about those kinds of things. He walked over and knelt next to the bed, brushing the hair from Loki's face with his fingers. He held a few strands between his fingers and noticed they were shorter than he remembered.

Loki slowly came to, his lids lifting slowly and dark green orbs hazily focused on Tony. "You came back to me," he murmured sleepily.

Tony's lips curved a little. "I always do."

Loki grinned lazily. His eyes closed again but he reached out, touching Tony's face with his fingers. "What happened in New York?"

Tony straightened and moved to the foot of the bed to remove Loki's shoes. "We'll talk about it in the morning."

"You sound upset." Loki moved from his side onto his back.

"We'll talk in the morning, babe," Tony repeated. He set Loki's shoes on the floor and laid a hand on his calf. "You want to sleep in your clothes?"

"Mm-mm," Loki hummed with a shake of his head. "Come to bed, love."

Tony began to undo Loki's pants. "In a minute. Let me get you undressed first."

"I can do it." Loki tried to push himself up, his eyes still closed. Tony smiled at his effort and pushed him back down so he could pull off the jeans. He pulled him into a sitting position again, unzipped the sweater he wore, pulled his arms through it and paused when he saw Loki was wearing his Black Sabbath t-shirt.

"Why are you wearing this?"

Loki held Tony's hands to his chest. "I missed you. Come lay down with me."

Tony cupped Loki's chin and pressed a light kiss to his lips. "I will. You want to sleep in this?"

"Mm-hmm," he hummed again with a nod this time.

"Okay." Tony stood, pulled his long-sleeved and regular t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor with Loki's things. He kicked off his shoes before flipping off the light and stepped out of his jeans. Loki had rolled around in the bed until he was under the covers and now held them open until Tony slid in with him. As soon as Tony was settled Loki curled himself up next to him.

"Did everything go well?"

Tony slid his fingers through Loki's hair. "In the morning, Loki. I'm tired."

"Sorry," Loki murmured against Tony's chest. On a second thought, Tony lifted Loki's face to his and kissed him softly again. "Hmm…what was that for?"

"I just felt like it."

Loki's eyes remained closed, but he smiled, sighed contentedly and burrowed into Tony further. Tony turned himself and lowered so they were face to face. He ran his fingers lightly across his forehead, over the high cheekbone, his thumb rubbed over the slightly curving lips and over his chin. Tony's heart ached at the thought that tomorrow he would have to tell Loki what he had unearthed.

Through his efficient search Milton discovered that it was Odin who found Amy through another senator, that she was a high-end call girl who serviced men with deep pockets, and that it was his own father who had hired her to lure Tony away from him. Odin had done his work, as well. He had had someone trail Tony for an unspecified amount of time, to find out his likes, dislikes, his daily routine. They had dug deep into his past—which explained Amy's knowledge of it. Clearly, the flirting with Loki was just for her own sick amusement because it was Tony that had always been the main target.

Tony's eyes roamed over Loki's face again as the younger man fell into sleep again. So peaceful, so serene, and so at ease with everything in his life right now. He didn't want to ruin it all for him just yet. He wanted to make it last a little longer.

He leaned forward and again kissed Loki's lips, this time lingering until Loki started to stir and kiss back. Then their tongues slid into that deliciously achingly slow dance.

Loki tried to speak, to question, but Tony wouldn't let up on his sensual attack on his mouth. Inevitably, Loki lost the will to do anything but surrender when Tony's hands started to move over him, roaming under the t-shirt, pushing it up until Loki could removed it from his arms. Tony lowered his mouth to Loki's pale chest before the shirt was completely off, licking the soft pale skin, his teeth nibbling over firm muscle. Loki hissed quietly when Tony's tongue darted over a dusty pink nipple, his hands curled into the dark hair brushing against his chin.

Tony moved back up to bury his face in Loki's neck, inhaling the mixed bouquet of Loki's forest-like aroma and his own spicier scent left behind from the t-shirt. His hand glided down the side of the long, pale body, over narrow hip, and dipped between their bodies where Tony found Loki already hard and throbbing.

Loki moaned softly when Tony's fingers wrapped around him, moving in slow, drawn-out strokes, and his hips began to buck, urging him to go faster. Tony claimed Loki's lips again, continuing his slow, tortuous fondling. He curled his leg over Loki's, spreading his thighs apart and pressing his weight onto him, to keep him from moving his hips. In response, Loki turned his head away, groaning in pleasured pain.

Loki's entire body was taut, every nerve on edge. Waiting, wanting, anticipating, expecting Tony's next touch that was taking much too long to come.

Tony grinned against his skin and moved his hand to Loki's ass, shifting until he was between his lover's legs. Making them both moan, he ground his hips into Loki's. Their cocks pressed together, a thin barrier of cotton straining between them.

At this point, Loki was ready to burst, his body ached for release, and he shoved at Tony's boxers until he felt his skin on his own. He pressed his hands to Tony's chest and when he was given enough space, he flipped himself over and started to grind his ass against Tony, begging, pleading.

Tony pushed himself up onto one fist at Loki's insistence and kicked off his boxers as the other turned himself over. He let Loki move against him for a minute, his mouth going for the skin of Loki's neck, marking him with lips, tongue and teeth. His arm snaked around Loki's waist, his hand sliding from collarbone to groin, taking Loki's cock in his hand once again.

Loki dropped his head to the mattress, twisting the sheets between his fingers as he received pleasure from both ends: Tony's cock rubbed teasingly against him from behind, and his lover's hand increased speed and pressure on his own cock. Tony's hand slid over his shoulder, gripping tightly, and Loki's cheek fell to it, rubbed across the fingers in a tender gesture.

Tony gritted his teeth as he tried to control himself, to hold himself back; his aim was to do nothing but please Loki. "Turn over." He moved to the side and waited for Loki to roll onto his back again.

"Why?" he asked as he did what Tony demanded.

Tony settled between Loki's thighs again, pressing his lips firmly against Loki's as he stroked himself then used his precum to slick up his fingers before inserting them slowly into Loki. "I wanna see your face when I make you come tonight."

Loki's body arched up into Tony's, his green eyes locked on the brown ones looking down at him, when Tony slid himself slowly inside him. Tony pushed himself all the way into Loki, resting there, lowering his mouth until it hovered over the one under him. Loki lifted up to meet Tony's lips, whining only a little when Tony teasingly lifted them just out of his reach.

Tony smirked at Loki's whine and pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in, as slow as molasses again. He groaned with the effort as Loki cried out in pleasure.

"Anthony…please…"

Tony lowered his mouth to Loki's, intending to give him a soft, brief promising kiss. But Loki latched onto his lips, his hands clapped onto his cheeks, and he began to writhe beneath him, begging Tony to move faster. He took Loki's hands from his face and ran a soothing hand over one pale, high cheekbone. "Don't rush it, baby."

Loki was breathing heavily and he threw his head back against the pillow, his body bowing up again. "I can't help…" He lifted his head again, his fingers digging into Tony's flesh at his shoulders. "I need you now, Anthony."

"Goddamn it," Tony groaned out as he started to move his hips, grunting with each thrust. "I'm gonna make you come so hard."

Loki was nearly clawing at Tony and bucking beneath him. "Do it, love. Ohhh, gods… Do it."

Tony's body broke out in a heavy sweat as he pushed it to its limits, pumping in and out. He reached between their bodies again, and stroked Loki's cock in time with his thrusts. Loki clenched around him and Tony cupped his cheek to turn up his face. "Look at me."

Loki's eyes fluttered open, clouded with desire, and focused as best as he could on Tony. He moaned into Tony's mouth when he pressed a kiss to his, difficult to do with their erratic movements. He lowered his chin toward his chest as his orgasm started to build, but Tony turned his face up again. "Oh, gods, I'm gonna…"

Tony's hand continued to jerk Loki off as his orgasm rocked through him. His other hand flew to Loki's mouth, muting the loud moan that emitted from him because it hit him so hard. The pace of his hips increased until he reached his own peak and fell back to the bed next to Loki. Loki had curled onto his side as soon as he was able, his body still recovering. He rubbed a hand absently over Loki's bare back. After a few seconds passed, and Loki still hadn't spoken or slowed his breathing much, Tony moved up behind him.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

"Yes," was Loki's breathless reply.

"You sure?"

Loki moaned in what could have been pain and moved back onto his back. "You weren't joking," he said, his voice small and weak, his eyelids drifting closed.

"About what?" Tony whispered, using a delicate finger to sweep the hair sticking to Loki's sweaty forehead back.

"I don't think I have ever…," he breathed hard once, "…experienced anything like that before."

"Is that good?"

His lips curved and he nodded. "Oh, yes." He blindly searched for Tony's head and when he found it, brought him down for a kiss. "What got into you tonight?"

"Nothing." This time Tony curled himself into Loki, resting his head on his pale chest. He smirked against Loki's skin. "Maybe it was your haircut."

They fell into a fit of laughter, shushing each other when they got too loud. Exhausted from the day and the evening, they easily fell into a deep sleep, still wrapped in each other's arms.