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- Chapter 4 -
Time Travel

Loki Laufeyson was absolutely breathtaking. If his green eyes had been beautiful to Tony previously, they were devastating now. He was now convinced that they were an undiscovered crystal, mined from some astral planet a million lightyears from Earth. They certainly did produce that kind of effect on him. Tony felt like he was no longer on Earth when he stared into those eyes, but rather in space, infinite in time and moment. The fireworks were reflected in Loki's eyes, and arcs of gold crossed the iridescent iris and in it was a gleam of amusement.

"What? You done staring?"

Tony was taken aback as he attempted to change the topic. He cleared his throat and fiddled with the prickly stubble on his chin. If Loki had been surprised at seeing him, he certainly did not show it.

"Erm, well, fancy meeting you here. Nice fireworks huh?" Tony said lamely.

Loki flashed him a blinding smile, one that said 'I know you're embarrassed and its funny and I like it,'.

"Yeah. Though they're nothing compared to the aurora borealis though."

"The Northern lights?" Tony cocked an eyebrow. He had always wanted to see it in Antarctica.

The last of the fireworks went out with a big bang, and the audience sighed with pleasure. As the burning light of the last flares touched the water, it appeared to past through it to the other world beneath. Loki turned around and walked off.

Tony noticed for the first time that Loki was wearing a kimono just like the geishas.

"Hey, nice dress. Borrowed from your sister?"

'Bet it would look nicer on my floor, though,' he thought.

Loki turned around with an amused look, as if he could hear what Tony's thoughts were.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I'm aware of how lovely it looks."

He looked like he was wearing water, the way the fabric rippled against his skin. It was a dark midnight blue patterned with dozens of gold and silver basilisks. The sash was a vibrant red and stood out brightly against the dark fabrics. Loki was wearing clogs as well, and his hair, untampered, was smooth and unadorned. Tony concluded that Loki looked good enough to eat.

Before Tony could reply however, Loki leaned in closed to his face, lips hovering delicately near his earlobe. His breath was frosty as he whispered,

"I can sense your desire for me, it is written all over your face, so why don't we both give up this veneer of formality, leave this place, and get comfortable somewhere else?"

Tony could feel the color rise to his cheeks. His heart was in his mouth, and the way his chest throbbed loudly and painfully made him embarrassed, almost like he was an adolescent again, and was about to lose his virginity. He stole a glance at Loki, fearful that he would know how much of a reaction had been provoked in him.

Loki could hear the roar of Tony's blood, gushing through his veins. It was snging.

"I'm not sure we should be doing this, we only just met."

"Don't give me that, Stark, I'm sure you have been bedding strangers since the day you first ejaculated."

Normally, Tony would have gone through with it, but something held him back. What was it? Was it this man, this Loki Laufeyson? Something was dangerous about the mad glint in his eyes that promised absolutely no control. What were his limits? Could he, Tony Stark, break his limit? It could not be denied that this turned him on more than ever. He gulped. Loki was like an abyss of no return. He had no depth, simply because nobody knew how far he could sink. He was bottomless.

Which was seriously strange, considering how he was simply a human man. Tony lowered his guard. Loki was a citizen, a would-be victim needing of his protection. Why should he be worried? He was the Iron man. Loki should be more worried about Tony's prowess in the bedroom.

Loki growled with impatience. Was the mortal ever going to make his mind up? No matter. Loki would have him and that was that. He reached forward and grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

They ran past the lighted streets, passing stalls selling food, kids eating candy floss and trees hung with lights. It was as if the whole place had come alive. Tony had not let go of Loki's grip. If anything, he held on even tighter.

Soon, they were out of town. Tony couldn't stand it anymore and crushed his lips against Loki, desperate to feel the same icy coolness. But Loki pushed him away, placing a lone finger to Tony's lips, silencing his protesting growl.

"Shhh. Later, not here."

Loki had located a hidden flight of stone steps cut into the face of a rocky cliff from the main path and was tearing them up with speed. Tony wasn't the only one desperate to get the show going.

The forest they found themselves in was an ancient one. The trees had gone a pale shade of silvery gray with the night, and behind their branches, the moon could be glimpsed. It was throughly deserted, mainly because the resident monks in the nearby temple had all gone to attend the festival.

While Loki was contemplating whether to use the now deserted temple, Tony bit his lips in frustration and within seconds, he had pinned Loki onto the forest floor.

Tony hadn't felt this horny since high school, and he had definitely not felt so much desire for one person before.

"Patience," was Loki would say, though by the looks of it, he was trying his best to restrain himself too. Tony could tell by the darkening of color in Loki's eyes. How strange, he thought, wearing your heart on your sleeve. Not that Tony was in much of a condition to think straight, mind you. Yet he couldn't help but notice how unrestrained Loki was with regards to his feelings. Anger, mockery, desire...all these emotions were scrawled across his face as simply as if he were a child's painting.

After shrugging off Tony's advances, both of them made their way toward the now abandoned temple. A pair of lanterns stood guard outside the stone archway and both trespassed without a further thought. Stumbling, they grappled for the nearest door and made their way in. Already, Loki had predicted that the monks would not be returning till early morning, which hopefully, they would be miles away by then.

Shoving Tony onto the tatami flooring, Loki proceeded to straddle him. Leaning down till his mouth was parallel to Tony's ear, he whispered in a cloud of cool air.

"You ready?"

Stark gulped. The air had felt deliciously cool against the warmer shell of his ear, and he longed for more satisfying touches, and was pleased when he felt Loki's long tongue twirling frost inside of his ear.

"Oh...damn. You're good,"

"I was always known for my skill with the tongue." Loki chuckled mischievously as his hands undid Tony's belt buckle just enough for him to reach a cold hand south of his belly, roughly gripping Tony's already hard flesh between his fingers.

After that, they both did a whole less talking, and a whole lot more doing.

Twirling expectedly with his fingers around the wet tip of Tony's throbbing arousal, Loki suddenly dipped a nail into its slit, earning a sharp intake of breath from Tony. Constrained by Tony's jeans, Loki nevertheless continued to give limited strokes up and down Tony's shaft, causing Tony to whine in response.

With an expert shift of his body, Loki was now underneath him. Tony had always been heavier than the other man, and he used this to his advantage now. Pinning Loki down, Tony shifted to remove his shirt, exposing tanned brown muscles rippling from the torso all the way to his firm chest. Loki stared in admiration. This mortal's skin was pure honey brown. He had never seen such a beautiful color. Moving his hands greedily over Tony's body, Loki attempted to suck in his warmth. As for Tony, the resultant cool patches made him moan in want and need. It was like fucking an ice block but better, because Tony had no doubt he was going to find warmer, more pliant flesh in other parts of Loki's body.

Soon, Tony was down to his underwear, his erection drawing both pair of eyes and already leaving a wet spot on his briefs. Loki bent forward and gripped both sides of his squarish hips, rolling a tongue lazily across the wet spot of his underwear, nipping at the tip through the fabric.

The moan that resulted was long-drawn and animalistic, making Tony Stark sound rather like a female cat in heat. Tony glared accusingly at Loki.

"Hey! Ask for permission before you do that, sourpuss," he frowned, and added "Otherwise,"

With one fluid movement he had removed the red sash around Loki's waist. Greedy fingers tore at the kimono, eager to expose more of the white flesh underneath. Two hard nubs of nipples stared at Tony from the middle of his chest. Grinning, he nuzzled one of them teasingly with his stubble, and hearing the briefest of moans, he slipped one of them into his hot, wet mouth and bit.

Loki yelped and arched his back off the floor. It was clear he was a masochist, the mounting erection hidden beneath the piles of kimono was testament to that. No matter. Tony Stark liked playing it rough. He proceeded to the other nipple and bit at it with perhaps more force than the other. Then he drew back a little to examine his masterpiece.

Loki's chest was heaving and his heart pounding in his chest, eyes dark green crystal balls of desire. Was that magic he saw swirling around inside them? His sweat-slicked body was surrounded by the discarded cloths of his kimono, some parts torn by Tony's rough handling. Everywhere in the once celibate room stank of sex.

Spying his long, slender white throat, Tony dived for it, contently sucking and licking at the length. Busying himself with giving Loki a hickey, Tony failed to register that Loki was licking his own fingers, and so could barely stop him when Loki grabbed his cock with his wet fingers.

Letting out a moan of surprise as he fell back on his ass, knees open to accommodate the raven haired man, he watched as the man throughly savaged his cock, slurping the entire length down his throat. With each passing moment, Tony found it harder and harder to concentrate. Loki finished with a twist of his tongue on the tip and some teeth, nipping here and there even as he gently cupped the balls.

Slowly, Loki slid a finger up his own ass, then two, then three. He moaned as he did so, and Tony's eyes clouded over with desire. He did not believe things could get dizzier as he felt the narcotic haze of lust take over. When he spoke, his voice had the unmistakable husky notes of the aroused. The warmth was slowly spreading across his entire body, and boy, he just wanted Loki so goddamn much.

Reaching over, he pulled Loki into a squatting position. This was gonna be rough, but Tony was beyond the point of caring. There was only Loki, and Loki was his prey, his conquest, his his his.

And he was going to take him.

Holding his erection firmly, Tony positioned himself to enter Loki. With a well-placed thrust, he was in the hot squeezing-oh god-of Loki. Loki was moaning and he rolled his hips back and forth, thrusting back onto Tony.

"You want it that badly? I'm gonna give it to you then."

Tony thrusted, a bit more violently than usual, in and out of Loki, while the other man shuddered and writhed underneath him. He leaned forward and held Loki's dick, stroking it repeatedly to the edge of cumming, yet withdrawing everytime he could sense it.

"Not yet, not yet," Tony said through gritted teeth. He was having trouble holding himself back, he wanted to slam repeatedly into the other man's soft tissue, but somehow he was afraid he would break the delicate man.

He could feel Loki's body shudder under his touch and he knew he could no longer hold back. Arms around his waist, he pulled Loki still closer even as his hips thrust faster. Finally, to their enthusiastic cries, both came, well spent from exhaustion, and fell asleep next to each other.

Later in the night, Loki Laufeyson stood in the garden alone, having been the first to awake. The chilly moon provided no comfort for the unsmiling man. Clutching the blankets wrapped around his naked body, he stole a glance back into the room, where Tony lay sleeping, snoring fitfully.

Today, he felt like he had returned to the early years back when he was still innocent and as thick as thieves with Thor, safe in Frigga's love and amazed by the beauty of Asgard. But it was fleeting, and soon time returned to normal, progressing in a linear fashion, as it had always done and will always do so.