Rating: M for sex and language
Summary: Loki appears in Tony’s room one night and starts a chain of events that may or may not mean Tony falls for the one person he probably isn’t meant to.
This chapter: The story of the second time.
Notes: This might seem a bit disjointed, but it is supposed to, because it’s from Tony’s pov and he doesn’t know what’s going on so yep.
And soon enough, he is back to normal. Tony thinks about it some more, decides that Loki needed the release, and not the person he got it from. So he decides to just forget it. And then he’s back to his snarky, insulting self and no one pushes it further. Two days after normal Tony has returned the team are called out again – this time Loki’s perched atop a building and is simply making a whole lot of stuff explode. It isn’t the worst thing he’s ever done – in fact, there aren’t actually any people getting hurt from it, and it seems that he’s doing it to be a nuisance than to cause any real destruction.
All that happens is that Tony has to fly around rescuing random trapped civilians and dodging debris. By the time that Loki finally stops and disappears again, without being apprehended, the team are tired and covered in dust. Fury arrives and asks them what happened and why he keeps managing to get away, and none of them have the heart to tell him that it’s because they’re not really trying to capture him – he’ll only escape again. They leave the clean-up with the lesser SHIELD agents and head home, each traipsing to their rooms to shower off the dirt and exhaustion from the last couple of hours.
Tony is in the shower when it happens. The water is running down his back, the dust running off his body and down the drain, and he is running mental diagnostics of the suit – calculating repairs and trying to figure out a way to make the suit impervious to dirt, even though it is already watertight, so that shouldn’t even be a problem when he feels hands run up his back, pausing briefly to gently stroke the cuts on his back that Loki’s nails caused a couple of nights previously. Tony shivers as the hands run around his body to rest on his front, framing his arc reactor. Opening his eyes, Tony stares straight into the green eyes reflected in the mirror hanging above the sink opposite them.
‘What is this?’ Loki asks, looking genuinely curious, but Tony shakes his head.
‘First, you tell me what the hell is going on with you.’ He says, anger leaking into his voice as he spins around to face Loki head on.
‘Surely you know. You know better than any of them. The need, the desire. Even a god can only go for so long without needing to succumb to the pleasures of the flesh. And you are the only one I deem worthy enough to bed – you are the only one who is close to being my intellectual equal.’ Loki explains, a sinful smirk gracing his face as he leans down to lick at the damaged and overly sensitive skin surrounding the reactor.
‘That… was not what I was expecting. So you’re here just because you’re horny and I’m just enough of a genius for you to choose me?’ Tony is about to argue more – ask why him and not some other genius, why it has to be one of the Avengers anyway, but Loki moves onto his knees so incredibly gracefully, and before Tony can form a coherent thought, there are lips wrapped around the head of his cock and his mouth has gone dry.
Loki’s mouth is hotter than Tony would’ve thought it would be, considering how cold it is to kiss, and as Loki dips his head down, taking in the whole of Tony’s length, he can’t help but be amazed by his lack of a gag reflex and he stutters his hips forward, fighting against the hold Loki has on them. Tony’s head falls back, hitting the glass, and his hands wrap around the long black hair that it falling around Loki’s face. Loki looks up at him then, and there is something downright scandalous about that image – Loki’s lips wrapped thin around the base of his cock, yet there is still a smirk playing at the edge of those lips, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, and Tony groans, low and long, thrusting forward just slightly in a silent demand for more.
Loki bobs his head down and sucks hard as he pulls back – there’s a slight hint of teeth, just enough to drive Tony wild – and Tony is so overwhelmed by sensation. The water, now cold, is still pouring down his back, the heat of Loki’s mouth where it has pulled back to suckle at the very tip, digging his tongue into the slit, the feeling of a miraculously smooth hand tugging at the base of his cock, and the pressure of one of those long fingers pushing against his entrance and it’s too much, far too much. Tony comes with a cry of Loki’s name, hips pushing forward and even his toes are fucking curling and Loki swallows everything Tony has to offer.
Tony pulls Loki up from his knees with the hold he has in his hair and pushes him back against the opposite wall of the shower, reaching up to kiss him deeply and thoroughly and this time there is no fight for dominance – Loki lets Tony take and control and Tony roams his tongue around Loki’s mouth tasting himself on top of the completely addictive taste of Loki. He reaches between them, grabbing Loki’s cock and he only has to stroke it once, twice and Loki’s coming over their stomachs again and Tony never breaks the kiss so he swallows down Loki’s moans and if he hears the slight outline of ‘Tony’ – not ‘Stark’ but ‘Tony’ – he doesn’t comment on it, because it’s just a slip of the tongue.
Tony barely has time to think and Loki is gone, leaving him to fall against the wall. Part of Tony knows that there is more to this than just Loki needing a release – why does he only come to Tony after they’ve fought? But once again, his lack of knowledge in the wide field of, well, people, has led to him becoming unstuck and he doesn’t really know what to think anymore. He’s not stupid enough to think that that was the last time Loki will appear, and Tony may not know much about love, but he’s pretty sure that the odd fuck here and there isn’t going to cause problems in that field. So he shuts off the shower, towels off and collapses into bed, vowing to get a straight answer out of Loki next time.
Unsurprisingly, that doesn’t happen. The third time, Tony is blindsided in his workshop while making repairs – they haven’t fought Loki since the explosions incident, so Tony isn’t expecting it when he appears and they make out like horny teenagers before Loki fucks him on his workbench and leaves without a word.
The fourth time, Tony is on a well-deserved break from the mansion, at Stark Tower, and he ends up fucking Loki over the bar, in full view of the spot of the room where the Hulk threw Loki around like a rag doll.
After the fifth time (a very risky couple of blowjobs against the fridge in the kitchen when anyone could walk in on them – luckily no one does), Tony stops trying to track any sort of pattern in Loki’s movements, and learns to just enjoy it whenever he does appear. He doesn’t stop counting though. He has Jarvis keep track. He also has Jarvis register Loki’s energy signature so he can at least get a ‘sir’ in warning before he’s accosted.
The team don’t even notice what’s happening, and he thinks Loki has something to do with that – he keeps them away, keeps them blind, because if people were to find out, he’d get kicked out of the Avengers Initiative, and it’s no fun if the villain isn’t screwing the hero. The only problem is, since this thing started, Loki isn’t doing his job. That is, he isn’t causing trouble and killing people and doing generally Loki-ish things. No one’s really complaining though, because it’s not like Loki is their only enemy, but it concerns Tony. And if something concerns Tony, then it’ll damn well concern Steve too, because they are some weird representation of best friends, and even if Steve doesn’t know what’s going on, he’ll still walk around with a kicked-puppy dog face until Tony tells him.
Now that, that annoys Tony. Not that he’s not grateful for being able to call Steve a friend, because that looked so unlikely in the early days, but now he does need someone to talk to about this – but how can he tell Captain America that the villain of their story keeps showing up and Tony just doesn’t want to fight him off – Tony’s not even sure that Steve’s ever actually had sex. And he knows he needs to tell him something, and soon, but he can’t lie to Steve. So he tells him the truth. Sort of.
‘Do you ever wonder why Loki stopped being all God of Mischief-y?’ Tony asks one day, perched on the counter in the kitchen, while Steve makes pancakes. Steve spins around wielding a spatula and raising an eyebrow. Tony chuckles at his pink frilly apron, like he does every time he wears it. ‘I just mean, because he hasn’t attacked anything or caused any problems. Isn’t that what he’s supposed to do?’
‘And you’re complaining? I would’ve thought you, of all people, would be grateful to have to fight less.’
‘It just makes me think he’s up to something super-secret and super disastrous.’ Tony shrugs as he hops down from the counter. ‘Just- maybe we shouldn’t let our guards down so soon.’
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