Snowflake von abgemeldet ================================================================================ Kapitel 6: 06 - Lord Loki the Unexpected ---------------------------------------- The next time Lady Loki appeared before him, it still put him off, quite frankly. It was cheating. It felt like falling for a transvestite in a bar, dead drunk. With which he had no experience whatsoever, of course. Yet somehow even he felt the difference, the all too familiar pull of magic, still nearly diminished in the small frame before him. She breathed danger, ice and fire. Her eyes spoke of poison, ready to be pumped into his body if he came too close. What's your poison, then? He could not resist. The forbidden fruit in all its mythical beauty, alluring and wicked, she was offering and he took, gladly. It became their rhythm. Loki would be his male self most oft the time. But when he came to Tony's room, uninvited, he would throw an inquiring glance at him, and Tony would nod and he would change. She wasn't as violent as she had been the first time. It was like a silent understanding between them, they would grant pleasure and comfort to each other, and it would not mean a thing. Not a thing. Things had changed one night, however. Nothing had happened in particular. Yet as he watched Lokis face today, the question unspoken on those lips that he knew to be full of lies and deceit, he could not bring himself to ask. Loki was waiting for his cue, a sign, that this form was not appreciated, as he knew it not to be. There was nothing sad about it, no bitternes laced the pale blue, that was so busy burying its cold essence into his soul. Tony could not bring himself to ask. It might have been curiosity, on some level, or even the wish to appease the god at whose mercy he was, he did not know. "No need.", he answered the unspoken question and Loki threw him a befuddled glance, eyebrows raised high. He knew of the implications all this must have for the mortal. He needed this, he decided. Needed his control to be stripped away from him, all the guilt with it. He felt the need for pain, punishment for being here. For doing this to begin with. He despised himself and the more he did, the more he longed for the comfort, the escape of the microcosmos of two bodies writhing under the covers. And the more he longed for it, the weaker he felt himself become. He could tell himself, that this was the decision he had made for earth, for mankind. But who cares? He was too weak to see it through. He had given in to Loki and he continued to do so every day, every hour he spent in this place. He had been compromised. 'Fraternizing with the enemy!' He could practically hear Fury's voice. Or Steve's. Perfect Steve Rogers would have never given in to such one as Loki. No, Steve would have gotten himself killed by him and what good would that have done the earth? It did not matter what he tried to tell himself. The voices in his head wouldn't shut up, the only that that could make them was Loki. Sweet moments of forbidden escape, bestowed upon him by a murderous maniac. Might as well give him all. Pain, humiliation. He needed to be punished. Maybe the voices would shut up then. He deserved this. Loki's features softened visibly, as he edged closer to the bed withought the slightest trace of hesitation. He did not wear his famed mask of indifference, yet Tony had severe problems pinpointig what emotion was portayed on the god's face. Waves of heat were already washing over him, but it was fear, not pleasure he felt. He had propped himself up on some pillows as the god had entered and had not changed his position since. Loki wasted no time getting them both out of their clothes. Delicate Fingers dug into the soft flesh of his inner thighs with force, he knew was only a fracture of the true potential that lay in those graceful limbs. It hurt anyway, as his legs were spread and fear once again hit him. He tried not to flinch, but could not help the twitch in his hands, as they hinted at the attempt to cover himself. He did not, but Loki had seen the movement anyway and frowned. "Indecisive, are we?" Tony winced at that and avoided the other man's glance. Stupid. Loki did not seem to care much. He proceeded to position himself between his legs, Tony's thighs laying on his own, loosely wrapped around his waist. Part of Tony wanted to scream at him to get it over with, but the rest of him was busy being stupefied by the gentleness, with which Loki now gripped his hips and brought him up to his lap. The movement resulted in Tony sliding down from his previously upright position and along with the feeling of Loki's cock pressed against his ass he now also had the god to look up to. He shivered at that and got a look that bordered on concern for it. "Are you cold?", he asked and began slowly stroking Tony's chest, carefully avoiding the arc reactor, which he knew the mortal to be quite protective about. The sensation of warm hands all over his torso got him going a lot more than he would ever have anticipated and if he had been cold, he definitely would not be now. He had not expected this, not at all. Something in the back of his mind wanted to scream at Loki, ask him, what the hell was wrong with him, but he was afraid any word out of his mouth might break the spell. Loki seemed so sure of what he was doing, as if this wasn't the first time he was with a man. Idiot, of course it wasn't. Apart from Lady Loki being with him over the course of the last few days, the god was old, so very old. He must have had of thousands of partners. He felt himself relax under the gentle touch and did not even twitch, as the hands came to a stop on his legs and started caressing his inner thighs. Tony felt the familiar rush of blood pooling into his groin and he felt himself harden, as the exploring fingers brushed his abdomen, teasingly avoiding his erection that screamed for attention. "Keep still now." The silky voice was slightly hoarse from withheld need. 'I am', he wanted to say but the comment got stuck in his throat, as the intention of the words revealed themselves to him in form of two slick fingers, that snuck in between his legs and started preparing him. It took all his self control not to jerk away, as Loki drew slow circles around the tight ring of muscle that lay so openly before him. Exposed. The fear slowly crept back into him and held his heart in a death grip. Low, soothing noises did not have the wanted effect on him, but the hand that now gripped his cock had, as it slowly stroked him, teasing the head with his thumb. For short moments Tony could forget the fingers that were now inside of him, scissoring and pushing, and then he did not need any more distraction, as an exploring digit brushed a spot inside of him that made him shiver. ".. the fuck was that?", he breathed and was rewarded with a low chuckle. Loki's gaze wandered aimlessly, his brow furrowed in concentration, as he searched and found that spot again and pushed into it with both fingers. Tony's back arched off the mattress and he thrust himself depper into the touch, a breathy moan on his lips. "That's... do it again!" "I am going to do something even better than that." Tony couldn't help but shudder at the promise that laced these words. The good kind of shudder. He bit his lip as the head of Loki's cock pushed against his entrance, massaged against it before pushing in, slow and steadily, inch by inch. Tony's gaze was fixed on Loki, whose intense eyes were filled with pleasure, a mean snarl on his face, that spoke of the effort it cost him to keep this slow. Why the hell he did anyway was beyond him, but he was thankful for it all the same. When the god had entered him completely he stopped and stared, the question evident on his face. An agent of chaos did not ask for permission. But Loki did, with a slight raise of one eyebrow. He was panting by now, lips parted, and Tony wondered, what his voice would sound like now. But he did not push his luck. "I'm okay, you can move. I'm okay." He did not need to be told twice. Tony's knees were brought up and angled over Loki's arms, his hands still upholding their tight grip on his hips from underneath, and then he moved. And god did he move. Tony's vision jittered after a few strokes of the hard piece of flesh inside of him. He shut his eyes but willed them open again soon after to watch the god's face, as it came undone before him, all flushed skin and hunger in those wild eyes that now roamed the mortals chest greedily. Suddenly the hands holding him were gone, placed beside his head instead, as the god bent forward and his mouth assaulted Tony's neck with a feral passion, much more fitting than the eerie gentleness he had displayed before. Tony quickly readjusted his legs, wrapped them around Loki's waist. The thought of all those women, that had done the same thing with him as they had had sex only jarred him for a second or so, before the combined force of Loki's tonge and teeth on his neck and the raging cock inside of him washed it all away and left him moaning blissfully. He wondered shortly, if it was appreciated to do so, before he wrapped his arms around the man above him and held him close. He did not seem to mind. If anything, it only made him drive in deeper and harder, making the mortal at his mercy quiver with need. A need he tried his very best to fulfill, feeding him, filling him thrust after thrust. Tony did not think it possible, that a man's voice could arouse him so. The low, breathy moans were hoarse with lust and they came louder and harder the longer they went, his own throat already sore from his own proclamations of pleasure. When that greedy mouth left his skin, Tony let out an unhappy sound and reached out to pull him back, but the god had already propped himself up on his arms and once again towered over him in all his glory. His hands returned to Tony's hips and he picked up the pace, fast. The combined sounds of their pleasure filled out Tony's mind, lust had him blinded and he closed his eyes, as he was pounded into the mattress in a rhythm that could only be described as insane, unhumanly so. His hands shot up to grip something, anything, they found the metal bars of the headboard and held on for dear life, as he was rocked into the mountain of cushions underneath him. Long fingers send him flying, as they gripped his cock and pumped, sending him over the edge, and he came hard with a scream. His body clenched and pulled Loki with him who, bend over once more with his back arched, thrust into him one more time, his head thrown back in one final godlike song of ecstasy. Tony could have been wrong in his state of mind, but he could have sworn he saw a flicker of what looked like Loki's trademark helmet on his head for split seconds, until the god let his head slump forward once again, a lazy grin on his lips, and he rolled to the side. Tony freed his grip on the headboard and shifted into a comfortable position. Next to him Loki sighed and then laughed, quietly. The god found his hand and intertwined their fingers in a loving gesture. The sweet nothingness in Tony's chest wavered, as he remembered thoughts he had had just half an hour ago. This did not go as expected. Not at all. He choked on the sweetness, the lovingness of it, as a gentle thumb drew lazy cirles on the back of his hand. The only explanation he had was that he had given the god what he had needed, truly needed. That was no quick getting off and being done with it, as it had been with Lady Loki. 'This does not mean a thing.' Tony squeezed his eyes shut. Afraid to look at the god, or more likely, afraid to look at him and probably meet his eyes. He could not stand this, not now. 'Please, please, please don't fall in love with me.' Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)