Forty Three

I turned staring into the beautiful face of Lana. Her delicate hands holding my waist. She wore a deep plunging dress, showing off her cleavage.

"Loki?" I asked, dropping the lollipop on the floor.

"Who else?" She cooed, pushing herself against me. I gave her a confused look.

"Why?"

"I want you to make love to me. I thought this form would make you more comfortable." She cooed in my ear. I kissed her softly.

"As beautiful as you are like this, I want you, Loki. You're probably right. Being with a woman would make me more comfortable. And I'll love you in any form you take, but this is not your preferred form. I want you to be comfortable too." I said. He shimmered back into his much taller male form. I stood tiptoe to kiss him. "Better."

He smiled and kissed back. I felt small against his taller frame, and felt different kissing him, but different good. It was no longer the desperate, needy kisses of Lana, but his loving, tender kisses. It felt right as he picked me up and carried me back to the bed, my legs wrapped around his waist.

"Are you okay with this?" He asked lying down and letting me straddle him.

"I've been with a few guys before, just never on the receiving end. Are you going to be okay with this, after… After your ordeal?"

"We'll find out, now won't we." He purred as he pulled me down, crushing my lips. I pushed my tongue out against his lips. He reciprocated by reaching out and touching his tongue to mine. His fingers tangled into my short hair, holding me against his mouth, exploring me with his tongue. Gasping for breath, I kissed along his firm jaw, and his throat, feeling the vibrations there. He nibbled my ear, taking the lobe between his teeth. I sat up drawing my shirt off me. Loki held my waist, looking not sure what to do.

"What's wrong?" I asked, gently rocking my hips against his.

"The last time I touched, you ran." He looked sad.

"I was in a state of shock and drunk. I won't run, promise." I made an 'X' over the Arc Reactor. He looked at me in confusion. "It's a Midgardian thing. It means I won't break my promise."

Loki slowly trailed his fingertips off my waist and up my shallow abs. He sat up, his face at eye level to the magnet buried deep in my chest. He ran his fingers around the overly sensitive skin. I arched back, loving the small touches. The flesh around the reactor was more sensitive than usual, possibly because of the recent work done there. I moaned loudly when he ran his tongue around it, unconsciously bucking my groin into him. I could feel him smile as he kissed my chest.

He quickly lifted me and set me on the edge of the bed. He kneeled between my legs. There was a joke here about kneeling and my god, but I held my tongue. I wanted to preserve the moment. He kissed down my chest and across my belly stopping just above my waist line. He paused and removed his own shirt, throwing it into the abyss. I sat back and admired his alabaster skin. So pale, but now riddled with scars. Each a story, each a lesson. I was glad most of the bullet holes were either small or healed all together. I smiled as I ran my fingers down his cheek.

"Beautiful." I mused. He leaned into my touch. He ran his hands up my thighs, finding the fastenings and quickly undoing them. With a little help he worked my pants off. Loki took my hardened length in his hand, stroking me. I moaned and arched into his touch. He pressed his lips to my head. He licked away the tiny bit of liquid that had gathered there. My eyes rolled to the back of my head reveling in the feeling. He wrapped those beautiful lips around me, bobbing down. His tongue swirled the tip every time he came up, and went further down every time until he had engulfed my entire cock. He had just the right amount of pressure. Loki was one talented fuck.

"Search complete." Announced Jarvis. "List of possible Hydra agents ready."

"Not now, Jarvis" I yelled out. Loki silently laughed, but vibrated my entire body. He let off still laughing.

"You sit there, I'll be right back." Loki said, standing.

"Are you checking that list?"

"No, now sit still and don't touch." He warned, playfully smacking my hand. He headed off to the bathroom. I tried waiting patiently. It was too much of a temptation as I slowly stoked myself. I closed my eyes, feeling the sensations, wondering what was going to happen next.

"I thought I told you not to touch." Loki smacked my hand. I laughed. He laid down next to me taking over where my hand left off. He was spreading a cool gel on me. I opened my eyes and took in his nakedness. His creamy white skin seemed to go on forever. I laid a hand on his hip, petting him. I pulled him closer, our bodies touching lengthwise. A slight confusion set in as our cocks brushed up against each other in a teasing feeling. I put it out of my mind, for now. We had become a twist of limbs and sweaty skin.

"In…me…" He panted in between kisses.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, now." He pled. I kissed down his body. I took my time earning the whimpers from him. I rested my head on his inner thing, lightly licking him.

"Loki, dear. I thought we discussed you being beautiful the way you are and not covering things up."

"Yes, we also discussed being comfortable, and I'm comfortable not admitting what happened. Now fuck me!"

"Yes, sir." I saluted. I think I understood him magicking himself to look whole. I was just wondering if he overcompensated with his magic.

He turned his stomach to the sheets tossing his firm ass in the air. I lightly kissed each perfect cheek while running a finger across his tight entrance. I fumbled for the lost lube in the bed sheets, but quickly found it and lubed up my fingers. Loki groaned low as I pushed a finger in. I went very slow, I didn't want to hurt him, or remember his enslavement. I wanted this to be a new chapter for Loki. Where someone loved him and needed him.

"Please?" He whined. I had gotten lost in thought. I added another finger stretching his tightness, until he felt loose enough for a third. He moaned so loud, I swear half of New York heard him. I thrust my fingers deep within him while adding more lube to my painfully hard cock. He whimpered as I withdrew. I started kissing up his spine, making note of the scars on his back, holding myself right at his opening.

"Are you sure about this?" I whispered in his ear. "If you say stop, I'll stop."

"Yes, please, fuck me." He panted. I slowly worked myself into him, filling him. Loki groaned with a mix of growls, but he never told me to stop. When I fully seated in him, I paused to make sure he still wanted this. He let me know by grinding his hips against me. I took the hint and pulled back, only to slam into him again. We built a rhythm and I felt close. I pulled out of him against his pleads and turned him to his back. He looked confused.

"I want to see the expression on your face when you cum." I explained, lining myself back up. I took a knee in each hand, hoisting them over my shoulders. I pushed deep inside of him, the angle difference making him tighter. He was tossing his head making small sounds of pleasure with each thrust. His hand wrapped around himself stroking quickly.

"Tony!" He screamed, cumming hard across his stomach and chest. His body tightened against me. It took only a few more thrusts before I came into him shouting his name. I collapsed onto his chest. It had been the best orgasm of my life. Or at least in the top ten.

We were a sticky tangle of limbs, neither wanting to move. After what could have been hours, I finally rolled off him and headed for the shower.

"Loki, you need a shower too, come on. It'll save water." I stood nude in the doorway, beckoning him with a finger. I noticed his magic had faded. I now saw what he didn't want me to see. They had cut everything off. I didn't want to ruin the moment, so I said nothing. I lured him into the shower, where we began making out again.