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Changing Lives	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 1441 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Changing Lives
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Phil/Clint
Chapter: 11
Words: 2615
Warnings: Smutty smut!
AN: I have been so damn busy but hopefully this week is less so busy. For now, I am doing hard core edits and I have sent the next story to be published to the beta.

I really do want to state this: Cutsy, dearest, THANK YOU for taking time to edit and comment on my stories. You are a giant help with these monsters.

Okay now that’s done, the next story is a Kuro/Bleach fic, sits at 25 chapters and over 30K (I think actually over 40K) and is with the beta. So that’ll be next in posting. I am now working on a Marvel/DC fic and another Marvel/Bleach fic that’ll be huge. And two arcs. Almost done with arc 1.

*flops* So much to do so little time. Enjoy!

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A year after Clint Coulson and Phil Barton had first met and had their first mission as part of a team, they started to fuck each other. The first time had been after a mission that had made Phil think and Clint settle fully into the role of second for the team.

Having to bait someone in a club wasn’t a good way to relax after all. More so since Phil was watching Clint play a college boy while he was at a bar. Their target had been easily been taken in by Clint’s looks and flirty mission cover.

It had also been a mission that had shown Phil just how good Clint’s life had been seeing as he had slipped into that role so easily. He had no doubt that if he had been the one being the bait, he would have had trouble acting like he was carefree and happy. Even off duty, he had trouble relaxing enough to be any form of carefree. His history and life still held a weight that kept him too far grounded.

Watching their body people gather their dead target, Phil sighed and broke down his gun after he had shot the man in such a way that they could play his death off as a rival hit. He had sung like a bird once Clint had given him a cocktail of drugs and the recording was waiting for him to transcript. Leaving the room, he headed to the safehouse that they were to stay in for a few days after the body was found.

The land was covered with silent alarms and traps that would tell them if someone was stupid enough to try for them while there. Not likely but still better safe than sorry.

Arriving at the small home, he set the alarm behind him and carried the bags with the makings of dinner into the kitchen. Clint prowled around the house for a moment before sitting down to break down his own gun and clean the things he had used during the mission.

After they had eaten dinner and did the dishes, putting them away in the normal spots, they cleaned up the living room, took a shower and headed to the one room.

After the last year of working together, getting to know each other and getting closer Clint finally snapped, deciding that now would be as good of a time as any to see if the other man was interested in him. Shoving Phil up against a door, his knees sliding between his legs, Clint kissed him deeply, desperate and needy. Phil responded eagerly, falling into the adrenalin that he had been trying to calm down from. His hands reached for Clint’s shirt, tugging it free of the back of the sweatpants that had changed into. He sucked eagerly on the tongue that slipped into his mouth, the archer groaning as he rolled his hips against Phil’s.

Grunting as he pulled away from the kiss, Phil got Clint’s shirt up and off, tossing it to the side. He licked his lips as he looked over the other man’s body, his hands stroking over the well-built body. Clint obviously worked hard to keep up his body, making sure he was strong enough to pull his bow without being overly bulky. And this showed in the shifting muscle under scar-less skin and no hair on his chest except for the trail of hair that lead down into his pants.

Biting at his bottom lip and wondering just when the last time he had a partner was, Phil reached out and curled his fingers over Clint’s hips. Moving his hands, he ran his palms up and over Clint’s ribs, teasing over a nipple. “What position?” he husked out, wanting to know. A lazy smirk curled over Clint’s lips as the man pulled him into another deep kiss, dragging a moan out of him.

“I can go either way. But tonight...I think I want to fuck instead of being fucked. I have ta spar with all those newbies tomorrow after all,” he purred. He pressed Phil up against the wall again, rocking their hips together. Phil chuckled softly and reached between them, tugging at Clint’s sweatpants, tugging the string loose. Shoving them down along with the boxer-shorts underneath, he sighed happily, helping Clint to strip him down.

Phil smirked as he pushed Clint away gently and moved to his bags. Clint watched him with a smirk on his lips as he stared at the flexing ass as Phil moved. Bending over, Phil flipped the bag open, and dug around in his travel bag, finding the bottle of lube that he had stashed in his bag on the off chance of having a few minutes to himself. Making a pleased sound, he stood up and smirked at the archer, wiggling the bottle of lube at him.

“How exactly is it that you want to fuck me?” he asked. He raised an eyebrow, as Clint leered at him.

Clint ran his eyes over the lean body of his handler, thinking. He had known that the guy worked out, but to see the lean body that was more of a swimmer’s body told him just how he kept in shape. His muscle build was lean and sleek, still broad in the shoulders.

Clint figured that some of his build came from the years that he had worked in the circus.

“Well, I was thinking I would bend you over a table if you don’t mind,” Clint drawled. He ran his eyes from the top of Phil’s head down to his feet again, taking his sweet time when he got to the hard length.

Phil shifted under the look, his prick twitching, putting his weight on one foot before he smirked. Moving over to the round table that sat before the window, a set up to watch the land outside of the living room, he sat the lube down. He turned to Clint and crooked his fingers at the other man. Clint smirked and stalked over to him, pressing up against him and again, kissing him, the two exploring each other.

Phil gasped when Clint broke the kiss and he was turned around to face the table, and pushed over it, ass presented to Clint, making him shiver in lust. He had never particularly liked having his back to a lover. He had often been doing the taking and on the few times that he had been taken with a one-night stand, had ridden his partner. But here and now, he was enjoying being bent over by the archer, the man stroking his ass, spreading the cheeks and rubbing a thumb over the ring of muscles. Clint twitched at the soft moan that escaped from Phil.

“Tell me, how long has it been for you?” Clint asked as he picked up the bottle of lube. His eyes were glued to the hot ass that was before him, making him drool.

Phil hummed, pressing back into Clint’s hands. “Since I’ve been properly fucked? Something like eight months or so. I worked for the military and that means keeping things hidden while I was contracted to them, after all. Even though S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t really care who you fuck as long as it’s not someone on their lists, I’ve been a bit busy,” he admitted. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at him. “Now, are you going to fuck me any time soon?” he asked teasingly.

Clint smirked, pouring some of the lube over the ring of muscles and his fingers. He warmed it up easily before he pushed a careful finger into the other man, testing. Phil hissed and let his head drop onto the table, his hands gripping the edges of the table as he was stretched open. Clint chuckled at him and worked the finger slowly in and out a few more times before he added a second finger, taking his time.

All he wanted to do was slide balls deep into the tight body that was squeezing his fingers and fuck Phil until all he could do was moan and shudder. He held himself back though, feeling just how long it had been since the other man had been fucked. He was hot and tight around his fingers but loosened up easily with a few twists and scissors. Clint took a shuddering breath as he worked on getting the muscles to continue to relax and open for him, stroking his fingers in and out slowly.

He smirked when he worked a third finger in, and Phil seemed to go limp with his enjoyment under him. The sight made his cock twitch in anticipation of what was to come. “Almost,” he promised himself and Phil. Phil groaned as he rocked back into the fingers that were working him open with a groan. Pouring some of the lube onto his fingers and the twitching ring of muscles, he made sure that his lover was slick and that he was stretched properly.

Feeling that both he and Phil were at the end of their patience, Clint pulled his fingers from the other man, using the leftover slick and adding a bit more to slick his cock before he paused. “You want me to use a condom? I have a few,” he offered. His mother’s talks about having safe sex and being polite to his lover echoed in his head.

Phil looked over his shoulder and smirked at him. “I got tested just a few weeks before we met. My latest tests for the last year and a half have been cleared. I’ll leave that up to you since I know that your own tests have been cleared. Personally though, I wouldn’t mind not having one right now,” he drawled.

Clint eyed his bag before he looked at the offered body that was laid out before him, smirking. “Nah, too far,” he drawled. Grasping his hard cock, he lined up and pressed into the tight body of his lover. Phil just groaned and let his head drop onto the table, shuddering hard under Clint. He could feel the burn disappear quickly as Clint came to a still, biting at his bottom lip with a grunt.

Running his dry hand up Phil’s back, Clint bit his inner cheek as he drew back, groaning along with his partner at the feeling before rolling his hips back into the tight body slowly. He felt the muscles around him relax and twitch at the friction. Smirking, he settled into a rolling rhythm, sliding in and out with slick sounds. Phil sighed and growled as he was taken, body moving with him. Clint curled his fingers around the lean hips and tilted them up slightly, finding new depths and stroking over the spot that got a growling hiss from his lover.

Phil rocked back into the thrusts, groaning lowly as he was fucked slowly, methodically, every move that Clint did designed to drive him insane with the way it stroked the fire of pleasure through him. Shuddering, he lifted his head from the table and let out a slow breath. “Fuck. Faster already,” he groaned, trying to get his voice to firm up enough to demand.

From the way Clint chuckled, he figured that he hadn’t been able to quite do that, sounding instead like he was begging. His thoughts scattered through when Clint did go faster.

All Phil could do was grasp the table, hoping that it didn’t collapse, and hold on while Clint fucked him, stroking him higher and higher before leaving him teetering on the edge. His would slow down his thrusts, pulling a whine from Phil, trying to get Clint to move faster again, shuddering when the man chuckled and continued his slow thrusting before he would pick up speed once more. Phil shuddered and let the man do what he wanted.

Clint smirked, muscles twitching and shifting as he used his body’s strength to bring Phil much pleasure with each thrust as he could, bending slightly to grasp his cock and stroking in time with his thrust. The surprised yelp drew a breathy laugh as he continued to move, loving the way that Phil moaned as he came over his stroking hand and on the floor. Groaning in response, he pressed as far inwards as he could before he shuddered, spilling into the heat around his cock and biting at his bottom lip. Phil just groaned as he laid over the table, twitching in the aftershocks, Clint resting against him with his own groan.

Coming to himself enough to move, Clint stood straight and carefully pulled out of Phil with a slick pop, smirking as he watched the hole twitch. Come and lubricant slowly leaked out. He had thought that his handler was a good-looking man when he had first met him, but now, seeing him wreaked from pleasure, he was gorgeous.

Running his dry hand over Phil’s back again, he stepped away to watch the other man groan and stand. Phil was limping slightly, but quite obviously standing through sheer will power.

“I need a shower,” Phil grunted. He winced at the sound of his voice. “First, cold water. Can you get a couple bottles from the fridge?” he asked. He eyed the mess on the floor, noting that some come had landed on it instead of Clint’s hand.

“Not an issue,” Clint drawled. His own voice was rough, making him want his own bottle of water, ignoring the smirk on Phil’s face.

Shaking his head, Phil had to admit that the other man had a reason for strutting. But it was still amusing to him. For someone who was so very secretive about his sexual history, Clint apparently had learned how to fuck somewhere. Then again, with a mother who knew everything, a father who was trained to know everything, and an uncle who had connections, the hidden sexual history was probably a good thing.

Knowing that the other man had chosen to become an assassin, to kill one life at a time and live one day at a time, it wasn’t that surprising. Most found themselves going for lovers of any kind and hiding them most often than not. For the moment though, Phil was glad that S.H.I.E.L.D. had tapped them. He doubted that he would have met the other man otherwise.

Tilting his head, he smirked at the sounds of Clint washing his hands in the kitchen.

Shaking his head at that, Phil decided to wait and see where whatever they had went, limping into the bathroom and turning on the shower. Once it was hot, he stepped under the spray, groaning as his lower back relaxed. “I need to seriously get laid more often,” he complained as he let the hot water do what it needed to do.

“I’m sure that I can help with that,” Clint promised. He surprised a laugh from Phil, the other man looking at him. “Not like Nat is all that interested in me outside of the occasional post-mission fuck. She’s just not what I want in my life for something like that long term anyways. At least when it comes to fucking.”

“And just what do you want?” Phil asked, taking the water and drinking part of it down. Clint put it aside.

“Well, I would like to have someone who would let me be on top sometimes. It’s kind of nice to not have to do all the hard work,” Clint teased as he stepped into the shower. Phil burst into laughter and pulled the other man close, not saying anything but drawing the archer into a kiss.
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