Your body will know if it's not the right way to go,
just listen closely to your heart and follow
You must be willing to abandon it all.
You must be willing to starve.

Lyrics- AGAINST ME!

Double updatey, Hurray!

Tony was still shirtless, but was not at least wearing underwear. "Lo, take that shirt off, I'm feeling left out here." Tony complained, getting more booze out from under the sink and pouring stuff into Loki's cup while he was still drinking from it.

"Why do you want me drunk so much."

"So that you'll do things you wouldn't normally."

Loki smirked. "Such as?"

Tony pressed his lips to Loki's neck and began to skin the bare skin, moving down to his collar bone and wrapping his arms around Loki's waist.

"I'm not that drunk yet." Loki said, moving his arms free from Tony's embrace but not pushing him away. Tony moved his hands down to grip Loki's ass and his lips trailed to Loki's mouth. Loki's breath shook as he struggled to stop himself from moaning at Tony's gentle touch. Tony's lips eventually reached Loki's, and Loki let him kiss him, but he didn't kiss him back. Tony slowly pulled Loki's body closer to his and started to slowly roll their pelvises together. Tony moved slowly and softly, his kisses feather-light and teasing, his touched gentle and delicate. His lips were warm and soft, and Loki felt like he could just melt into that chest and fall into those strong arms. Tony bit Loki's lip softly, rolling it between his teeth. That seemed to be when Loki realized what he has doing and pushed Tony off, looking away in embarrassment. "No. I'm not nearly drunk enough for that." He turned around and picked up his drink, walking back into what much have been the living room and make-shirt dance floor. As he weaved between the crowd of people, Tony followed him closely behind, grin on his face.

Tony lay on his bed the next morning, staring up at the ceiling. He shouldn't have done that. The more he sobered up, the more he realized it. But Tony couldn't bring himself to regret what he had done. Loki hadn't pushed him off, not to begin with anyway, and it felt amazing. Tony knew he was a bad person, he felt terrible. But he just couldn't help himself. The previous night had done nothing but deepen Tony's feeling for a certain mage, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was sorcery that made him feel this way.

And so without even getting ten minutes of sleep, Tony took a shower and made his way down to the lab. At this time of the morning he would have to break in. Tony was still a little bit too drunk to consider the detention he knew he'd get tomorrow and went anyway.

Doctor Maz, Over