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The Chitauri's Revenge	By : SaChanPwns Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 7806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers, nor do I make money off of this story.

Warning: Non-consensual, blood play, humiliation

The Chitauri’s Revenge
Chapter 10
            Loki’s body was being stretched again. His face was pushed into the pillows of the bed he was on, and his legs were parted wide. Each thrust made him moan, and each moan became higher in pitch as the pace quickened. He gripped the sheets as another brutal plunge pushed his knees forward on the mattress. It made him whimper. He was desperate to climax, his cock achingly hard. Each time the hot skin brushed over the cool sheets, he gasped.
            “You suck me in so greedily, brother,” Thor muttered. His voice was thick with arousal and satisfaction. Loki squeezed his eyes shut as Thor grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. He cried out, as his brother often demanded of him, and then gulped down a sob. Thor knew how to torture him. He slid almost entirely out of Loki’s body, allowing just the head to stay settled, and grinned. “Beg me, Loki. Tell me what you desire.”
            Loki shook his head and his body trembled. He was so close to his orgasm, but he could not reach it—not unless Thor allowed him. He yelped as his hair was tugged back, tears burning in his eyes at the pain in his scalp. “Truly, brother, you are stubborn.” Thor moved forward slightly, but then pulled himself back again. Loki choked on a whimper and tried to grind his hips back, completely shameless in his need. “You are truly beautiful, Loki, perfect for being a Jotunn whore.”
            A sob escaped Loki as Thor punished him with a savage thrust. It was painful and exquisite at the same time. He began to plead, but it was so quiet that even he had difficulty registering what he was saying. Thor leaned his broad body over Loki’s. He moved the hand that had been gripping Loki’s hair to his jaw. He cupped his cheek and turned his head to the side enough to press a kiss over his lips. “Beg.” He murmured.
            Loki whimpered and, finally defeated, nodded. He dropped his head down as Thor drove his cock into his body with ferocity Loki was accustomed to. “Please, please… please!” He pushed his hips back with each cry, his sobs muffled by the pillow he had pushed his face into.
            “Loki—“
            “Please! Please, I need—“
            “Loki—wake up—Loki!”
            Loki woke with a start. He jerked upright in the Chitauri’s bed. His chest heaved, his skin flushed, and tears streaked down his cheeks. He had been dreaming. It was just a dream. With bleary eyes, he scanned the room. It was to ensure that he was safe, that he was not underneath his brother, despite his desire to be so. A shudder racked his body. It had been awful, but he had liked it. He had enjoyed himself in the dream, and that terrified him. Was he so desperate for Thor’s affection that he would look passed what he had done?
            “My little prince,” the Chitauri was used to waking Loki from his nightmares. It had been sleeping with the god for over a month now, and most nights it would wake to Loki crying or pleading. Sometimes it woke him, other times it allowed the dreams to fester. The more Loki feared or loathed Thor, the better. However, sometimes the Chitauri could not stomach watching Loki writhe and beg, and he would wake him. Tonight was one of those nights.
            “It was just a dream,” Loki closed his eyes for a few seconds to gather his wits. He had lost count of the days and nights he had spent with the Chitauri. It had been long enough that he had been speculating on how to help the Chitauri defeat Odin and take the Tesseract. If his “family” thought so little of him, he would not think twice to wash his hands of them. The thought made his gut turn, especially as he thought about Thor, but he understood that he had no place in Asgard. He had no reason to return—not if beatings and rape were all he had to look forward to in his cell.
            “Would you like to speak about it?” The Chitauri sat and leaned against the wall. It was an invitation to Loki, who took it readily. He settled himself against the Chitauri’s chest. The temperature difference between the two of them was phenomenal. Loki’s skin was slightly chilled, while the Chitauri’s was almost painfully warm. “My prince?” The question snapped Loki out of his thoughts. Right—he wanted to know about the dream.
            Loki’s cheeks flushed in shame. He stared at the bed, and then looked at the size difference between him and the creature that was keeping him safe. After his experience in the prison, the Chitauri had been careful about scaring him or causing him harm. They had coupled several times, however, and each time Loki began to accept his fate more and more. He belonged to the Chitauri. Each time he accepted it, the sex between them grew hotter. It had bedded Loki in so many ways that it was hard to recount them all. It had given him pleasure beyond what he had experienced and showered him with compliments. Loki was even on a solid food diet instead of the planet’s poor excuse for water.
            “It was about Thor,” Loki thinned his lips and shook his head. “It is always about Thor. That is not important. Have you decided to tell me?”
            The Chitauri hummed, ignoring the look of annoyance from its prince. Loki had been on a mission for about a week now in an attempt to pull the Chitauri’s name from it. Needless to say, it was amusing to watch Loki sulk and glare at him. “I have no recollection of what you speak of.”
            “That is a lie and you know it,” Loki pushed the sheets from his body and shifted to throw one leg over the Chitauri’s lap. He straddled him with a look of indignation. “You will have to reveal it to me at some point.” The Chitauri chuckled. It had grown fond of Loki’s playfulness. It had not come around until recently. It seemed that the plan was going well; Loki was becoming less fearful and more attached to the Chitauri.
            “And if I tell you, what will I get in return?”
            “You do not deserve anything for simply telling me your name.”
            “Oh, but I disagree, my prince.”
            “I will sit here and refuse to move—agh!” Loki gasped as the Chitauri attacked his sides. That was something he had regretted revealing; he was extremely ticklish. He laughed as the Chitauri continued its assault. It was not until Loki fell back and gasped for breath did it finally stop. He laid, a mess on the bed, gulping in breath and swearing quite colorfully.
            “Mm, it seems you have lost. Again.” Satisfied, the Chitauri leaned back against the wall. It was starting to realize, in that moment, that it felt much more for Loki than it should. Its purpose was to trick him and use him to get the Tesseract. Perhaps it would be beneficial for them both to experience this comfort before Loki’s time came. Would it be able to hand Loki over to the Other? Could it handle watching the Other torture Loki, once again, into mindlessness? It was a soldier; it simply had to, no matter what it felt toward the trickster.
            “You are insufferable,” Loki managed. He pushed himself up and regarded the Chitauri with a glare. With a dramatic sigh, Loki settled into its lap again. “What is it you want if you so graciously tell me your name?”
            A smirk curled the Chitauri’s lips. It made a show out of looking Loki up and down, and then chuckled at the flush that turned his skin blue. “It is a steep price,” It murmured and leaned over to press its lips over Loki’s jawline. “A price you may not want to pay, my prince.”
            “And what is this price?” Loki shivered as the Chitauri’s lips moved over his jaw and neck. The warmth of its tongue made his body arch. He bit his lower lip.
            “I want to see your true form.”
            Everything stilled for Loki. The heat that had been crawling throughout his body chilled. His stomach knotted. He sat still in the Chitauri’s lap and fought the urge to run. He knew he must have looked ridiculous—eyes wide and his skin pale from panic. Why would the Chitauri want to see his true form? Did he not understand that he was a monster? Fear bubbled into his system, but as soon as he turned away, the Chitauri’s arms were around his waist. It tugged Loki against its chest and held him there.
            “Do not think of yourself poorly, my prince.” It murmured. Loki’s trembling was obvious, but being able to help Loki accept his true form was another way to make Loki like the Chitauri. It would solidify their connection. It would ensure that Loki was on its side. “I only wish to see your Jotunn side because I want to know all of you. You are you, no matter what skin you take on.” It squeezed Loki for a moment before running its hand through his messy hair. “I see nothing wrong with whom or what you are. I will not think of you as a monster.” The Chitauri tucked its hand underneath Loki’s jaw to tilt his head up. “After all, I am what I am. It is not as if you are sitting on an Aesir.”
            Loki paused at that. It was true; the Chitauri was not exactly an Asgardian. He sat back to study the Chitauri. It was not forcing him. It was giving him a choice, and in all fairness, it had treated him well. He worried at his lower lip with his teeth as he thought about revealing his blue and heavily marked skin. Then, it dawned on him that even if he said yes, he would be unable to change himself into his true form.
            “I cannot show you,” Loki admitted, “but not because I do not wish to. I do not know how.”
            “Ah, yes, Odin’s wonderful spell.” The Chitauri wanted to scowl at that. To take away something so essential to oneself was disgusting. “I do have the ability to remove it.” Loki, startled, glanced up into its face and frowned. The entire time he had been trapped with it, it could have revealed his blue skin? He flushed at the thought and looked down. At least the Chitauri gave him a choice, right?
            “You…” Loki’s voice was far weaker than he would like, but the Chitauri could hear him. “You may.” As soon as he said it, his stomach knotted, his jaw locked painfully closed, and his eyes shut tightly. He was fighting the urge to panic, to vomit, to hyperventilate. A few seconds passed, and Loki knew that his skin had changed when he became cold. It was not uncomfortable. It felt natural, in fact, and as he opened his eyes, he fought not to cry in despair. He hated being a monster. It was the type of monster that Thor and his friends rambled about slaughtering. It was the type of monster that Asgardians detested with such passion that it chilled Loki to the bone.
            “Open your eyes, my little prince,” the Chitauri cooed and brushed the back of its knuckles over Loki’s cheek. “Do not be afraid of yourself. I find that you are beautiful.” At the compliment, Loki opened his eyes and took in a shuddering breath. He watched as it took his hand and pressed a kiss over his knuckles. “You are beautiful, Loki.”
            “You forgot your end of the bargain,” Loki hated that his voice sounded so meek, but he knew that it would not judge him for it.
            “Ah, yes, my name. Huh, I seem to have forgotten it.”
            “That’s not fair!”
            “Oh, but it is.”
            “You dirty scoundrel!” Loki burst into laughter as he was toppled backward onto the bed. The Chitauri loomed over him, its eyes glittering with mirth as it watched the Jotunn squirm against its sheets. Again, that warmth that it had become accustomed to bloomed in its chest. It was getting dangerously close to the black-haired male. Ending his life would be the most difficult task the Chitauri would take on. As if Loki read its mind, his body became rigid—his eyes widened, pupils dilated, lips thinned, and his jaw clenched. Magic seeped beneath the door to its bedroom, and it knew that the Other was near.
            “Stay, my little prince,” the Chitauri murmured and it swept a few strands of hair from Loki’s face. “I will return. Please, stay calm.” It stood from the bed. He always became like that when the Other was near. It knew Loki still had nightmares. It knew he was still tortured in his thoughts. It knew the Other still pulled him out by his hair and dug its claws into his mind like fresh meat.
            The Chitauri was beginning to loathe the Other, yet it could do nothing about it. Not yet. It walked forward and slipped out of the room. The door shut behind it. “What is it that you want?” Its voice was clipped, impatient. “You have twisted his mind enough. He has nothing—“
            “Do not speak to me like that, you wretched being.” The Other hissed. “If you were not being used, I would kill you now.” It licked its lips at the thought and then leaned back to study the Chitauri. “It is time for him to do as I say, as I will him—“
            “He’s had enough—“
            “He will be mine, and mine alone! He is a betrayer, the worst. Now, fetch him. I will use him as I see fit.”
            “But—“
            “Do it, or I will kill him.” The statement made the Chitauri freeze. It smirked knowingly. “You will do as I say, yes?”
            “Yes.” It was gritted—dark and guttural.
            “That’s my pawn.” The Other chuckled, its eyes slitting as it watched the Chitauri move inside of the room again. It was time for Loki’s purpose, and then it could finally get rid of the nuisance.
            It being the Chitauri, of course.
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