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Chapter 13

Maybe it was the alcohol running through his system, or maybe he'd reached a limit and was no longer capable of being in denial. Whatever it was, Tony Stark foolishly, but hopefully, acted on the raging emotions telling him to just reach out and grab the thing he wanted.

This may be my worst idea yet.

A flash of recognition shone brightly in Locke's blue eyes and he began to back away. However, it was not nearly enough to keep a determined Tony Stark at bay. Before the tall blonde man had any chance to put more distance between them, Tony had already resorted to action. Like a deer in headlights, Loki was frozen to the spot, unable to stop Stark from defiling his human body. The hand of the shorter brown-haired inventor grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer until surprisingly soft lips reached his own. He found Stark's kiss to be gentle, soft, and not entirely unpleasant. The slight tingling sensation felt…enjoyable. Fortunately for Loki, the sensation did not last long, for those lips on his were already removing themselves.

Tony stood dumbfounded. The screams, kicks, and punches he half-heartedly expected from Locke did not come. His hand still lingered in the smooth, blonde locks of the other man as he ended the kiss between them. Stormy blue eyes looked at him in confusion and questions ran amok in those deep pools of emotion; a lesser man than Tony might have drowned in them. Silence hung heavy in the air as their verbal warfare remained unusually absent and heated anger stayed out of those beautiful blue eyes. Tony moved again, deciding that this opportunity should not be wasted and that Locke's lips were made to be kissed by him.

Loki was lost and disappointed in himself for thinking Stark's lips had felt soft. He simultaneously felt relieved that the caring touch removed itself from his flesh even while missing the feeling it gave him. Too late, he caught sight of warm brown orbs shimmering with new resolve and he could not find the will to stop their owner from repeating their previous actions.

This time, Stark's mouth crashed against his roughly with all the passion their previous meeting had missed. Another hand was added to the back of his head, pulling him in tight for a heated kiss. A tongue raked slowly along his lips, moistening them while teasingly demanding for more and more. If Loki's human body had any say in the matter, it gladly complied with the inviting request. Like with anger, the feeling that was setting course through his limbs and veins made his heartbeat elevate. His response came without thinking and was brought on purely by a small flame sprung out in a flare. A small bite and nibble pulled his bottom lip and hands tugged his hair gently, but demandingly. Much to his shame, the blue-eyed ex-god could not still the barely audible moan that fell from his mouth.

Tony could not believe his stroke of luck after such a bad day. He felt the resonance of Locke's moan course throughout his body, adding fuel to the fire. He took advantage of those deliciously opened lips by further deepening the kiss while slowly, but surely, pushing his tall assistant against the wall.

Loki's backside hit the wall and he noticed the brown-haired, self-proclaimed genius taking a certain level of control. Secretly, he found that this annoying man did not taste unpleasant and he was losing himself more and more in the sudden sensations coursing through him. A shiver of unexplained desire ran through Loki's body and it dawned on him that he no longer had any control of the situation. The mortal in front of him, however, was foolish for thinking that he could gain leverage. His mind and body in turmoil demanded for a change of course.

Tony felt a hand cup his jaw with a firm grip and, before he had the opportunity to register what was happening, he was flipped around suddenly so that his own back was now against the wall. His assistant was full of surprises and he found himself kissed back with the same vicious stamina normally reserved for discussions. Another tongue joined in the battle for dominance. Unexpectedly against his nature, Tony gave in to Locke's dominance, feeling wonderfully helpless in his grasp.

Loki admitted that he was starting to grow fond of this newfound, reviving feeling. He grinned, feeling the other man give up his hopeless struggle. It was good to know that Stark gave in and became his. Slowly, his mind kicked into gear. Stark is mine now. That's what the warm, melting body in his grip told him. Suddenly, as if he only just realised his actions, Loki pushed himself away abruptly. What am I doing? He very evidently tried to compose himself and regain control over a body that no longer seemed his own.

Have I finally gone mad? Have I reached the borders of my sanity? His eyes flashed towards Stark who was plastered against the wall, face flushed and kiss-flushed lips slightly parted. Loki's heart beat loudly in his chest as a certain knowledge sprang to mind. The way Stark looked undone—staring at him with a mixture of want, regret, and loss—was all his doing. Those big autumn-brown eyes told him something he did not want to know. Stark's words did the same.

"Don't go."

Tony watched the expression on Locke's face shift as the man started to realise his actions. It rapidly changed from lust-filled to dawning comprehension before finally ending with a panicking fear drawn across his beautiful pale face. Tony's mind raced, telling him to step in and get what he desired, to bring those soft demanding lips back to his own.

His assistant bolted to his room, slamming the door behind and leaving Tony alone in the now silent hallway. Tony had known that sooner or later his stroke of luck would end badly. But the moment his blue-eyed assistant turned the tables and took the upper hand, hope had crept into his brain, making itself comfortable and wanting more. He did not want their tryst to come to an end and he had thought the other man's passionate kisses were an indication that he might feel the same way.

Tony didn't have a clue anymore as to why the thought of making out with another man had freaked him out so badly. In fact, it wasn't really that different compared to women, or at least, it did not make him feel any different or more awkward. Actually, it felt pretty good, now that he thought about it. The action itself was something else of course—new smells and tastes, the same kind of strength in the body of a partner. He only felt a slight pang of guilt for picking the wrong time, place, and perhaps man. In the end, Locke had not wanted this, right? How would or could he face the man now, knowing what had transpired between them? Could he blame it on being drunk? No. By now, he knew Locke well enough to know that the man was as capable as Pepper in seeing right through him. Frustrated about his new situation, he headed toward the lab in need of something to focus his mind on besides the desire to rush into Locke's bedroom and ravish the man.

Cleaned out car parts from the wreckage that started this mess lay scattered everywhere on the floor. Tony sat down on an empty chair next to the engine he'd been working on during the previous days. There was never a shortage of work as long as his mind kept going, injecting him with innovative new ideas every ten seconds. At first, he had thought about rebuilding the demolished car from his accident with Locke, but after removing the broken parts and laying them out, a new plan had formed. He was sure that somewhere in the chaos of his lab, the laid out parts made sense. There was always a plan behind his enthusiastic madness.

The engine of his old red sports car was placed on the table next to him, now unrecognisable if compared to its original form. It had been completely modified and a blue glow illuminated its core, casting a shimmering light on the architectural metal pieces. AC/DC blasted from the speakers as Tony continued his work, trying to deter the longing feelings inside him.

A few hours and several cups of strong 'Maybe-I'll-sell-this' Stark coffee later, Tony had completed more work than expected. He sat there, content, staring at the now-finished engine. All that was left was building the rest of the car, which was fairly easy work compared to this. His mind had wandered off plenty, but no longer did he find his thoughts of Locke disturbing. His thoughts about Loki, however, were still another problem, entirely in its own category of crazy, and they were something he hoped to not deal with in the same manner as he had Locke.

Somewhere along the line, Tony decided it didn't matter one bit if he was straight, gay, bisexual, or just interested in anything that moved and had a fine ass. In his personal opinion, after seeing Locke in a different light, he had to admit that the man had a mighty fine ass indeed. Whatever or whomever he liked, he was still Tony Stark - genius billionaire playboy philanthropist - and probably the most handsome bisexual man on Earth. After all, I still love breasts. Those things are just wonderful.

Loki, meanwhile, tried to fall asleep in the stillness of his own room. But every time he closed his eyelids, his mind wandered back to previous…events. Due to his constant reliving of the very real and heated kiss he shared with one particularly frustrating Tony Stark, his goal toward achieving a peaceful, dreamless slumber seemed to be out of the question. Even as he lay wide awake, he kept having internal discussions. Mostly, he was blaming Stark for not having any self-control, but then again, he hadn't either and his actions scared him. Eventually, Loki drifted off to sleep, incapable of keeping his eyelids from closing and unwilling to admit that he feared the dreams to come.

Loki jolted awake to the loud beeps and high-pitched tone of his alarm clock as it alerted him to the time. A slow, lazy hand struggled to find the 'Off' switch. He noticed his own irregular breathing and flushed warm face. For a moment, he thought his fever had returned, but he seemed all right. He felt alive, awake, and…slowly, the dots connected. He pulled off the blanket and stood up with haste, cursing Stark and the aggravating stupid actions that caused this. Never had he felt so damned frustrated and confused in his own body.

Embarrassed, he admitted that he was facing a problem that most human males suffered on a daily basis.

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