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The Avengers: Tainted Love	By : ParadoxdelaPaladino Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 6390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s Note: Trying to keep up with my post-every-Friday plan! Please enjoy! Only a few more chapters left!

Thank you to my beta, Paradise!

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Anger ran through his nerves like lightening. Weeks had passed since he last saw Loki and here he was, entering his home like his own.

Taking a sharp intake of breath, Tony prepared to shout until his lungs grew sore, but when Loki stepped into the light, his anger faded into worry. The once glistening armor, now dull, barely clung to Loki’s haggard frame. His hair was a mess and his once vibrant green eyes lacked their usual luster.

“Do you have any of those . . . strong Midgardian beverages?”

Loki sounded tired and Tony had to strain his ears to hear him. For the moment, his tirade could wait.

“Yeah, come sit at the bar, I’ll get us some scotch.”

He moved mechanically, his mind still trying to process the image of the beaten god. Loki quietly took a seat on one of the barstools while Tony procured a bottle and two glasses from a nearby cabinet.

After pouring a full glass of whiskey, Tony slid the drink over to Loki who took it and gulped down its contents. Tony quickly refilled his glass, all the while looking over at his unexpected guest. Loki’s eyes were unfocused as if he was somewhere else and there were noticeable bags under his eyes. Tony resisted the urge to touch him. Instead, he dug his hands into the side of the bar.

Part of him wanted to yell at him for leaving him to deal with his brother but one glance at Loki’s sordid eyes and he bit his tongue.

“You look tired.”

“What gave me away?”

Tony sighed. At least Loki’s sarcasm was still in good shape.

“Do you have a shower?”

“Upstairs.”

Loki nodded before reaching for the bottle and pouring himself another glass, drinking it slower this time as if relishing the contents. To keep himself from gawking at his guest, Tony occupied himself with getting some ice. He put a few in his glass before reaching over and plunking a few into Loki’s.

After Loki had finished his fifth glass he pushed himself off the barstool, waiting to be lead upstairs. Wordlessly, he followed Tony as he moved up the circular staircase. He walked into a pristine bathroom made of nothing but glass and obsidian tiles. Tony took some towels from a cabinet and handed them to Loki.

“You can wear my robe when you’re done,” he gestured to object hanging on the wall. Loki nodded his thanks before Tony left to go sit in the hallway, having nothing else to do. He sat for a full minute, fidgeting with his clothes before deciding to do something more productive.

He began wandering the hallway, looking at the expensive paintings he had purchased at an auction when his eyes fell on one of the rooms. Grinning he looked back at the bathroom and waited for Loki to finish. Nearly an hour passed by before Loki finally emerged with wet hair. Tony’s lust-filled eyes eagerly took in the image of him in the form-fitting bathrobe.

“I have an idea.”

Loki turned with an inquisitive stare but made no mention of Tony’s change of clothes which now consisted of black sweat pants and a loose red t-shirt.

“Follow me,” Tony smiled with a mischievous glint in his eye. After a brief pause, Loki followed him into a room, consumed with a soft red glow. Other than the massage table in the center and a table to the left, the room was devoid of all other furnishings.

“I think you need to relax. Take off the robe and slide under the covers.”

Green eyes darted to the massage table before looking back at Tony.

“Just trust me, ok?”

Feigning modesty, Tony walked out of the room, leaving Loki to undress. Sighing in defeat, Loki pulled off the robe, tossing it on the floor. He picked up the scant towel and slowly climbed onto the massage table, lying flat on his stomach with the towel flat against his ass, barely covering it from view.

The sound of a soft flute reached his years before he heard words whispered in a language he had never heard. He closed his eyes briefly as he let the melody lull him into relaxation. A hand entangled into his hair, causing his back to stiffen.
“Shh, it’s just me.”
Tony’s soft whisper cased shivers to run down his spine but his back remained stiff.
“The language is Mohawk.”
The soft spoken words barely reached Loki’s ears since the music had begun to work its magic.
“I thought that was just a hairstyle,” he mumbled against the soft bed sheets. He heard a laugh before the scrape of a bottle cap.
“No, a Native American tribe; part of the Iroquois. Actually, they’re from the northern part of this state.”
Warm breath ghosted near his head as a hand gently moved a lock of black hair.
“Surprised I have some knowledge of cultures?” A lick to his ear and Tony was gone; leaving an increasingly agitated Loki whose body couldn’t decide whether it wanted to relax or to get aroused.
He heard palms being slickly rubbed together. The towel was moved further down so that his tail bone was exposed. He pressed his face further against the bed beneath him in contentment as he allowed his body to relax.
Tony arched an eyebrow as he watched the tension leave Loki’s shoulders. He grinned before placing his hands, one on top of the other, onto Loki’s tailbone. Slowly, he pushed his hands up the pale back, before they separated, rubbing tense shoulders. They moved to the caress the base of Loki’s skull before moving back together as one as they travelled back to Loki’s tailbone.
Tony continued the soothing motion with the same pace until Loki’s breathing became heavier as he drifted between sleep and consciousness. Crossing his thumbs, Tony created a butterfly with his hands and slowly moved it around Loki’s back in a figure eight. Once in a while he stopped at a knot and kneaded it.
His eyes remained fixed on the side of Loki’s face that was exposed. When the god’s eyebrows furrowed too hard, Tony moved away from the knot and began slowly rubbing Loki, easing the brief pain he had caused. After a few more knots, Tony decided to move the direction of the massage towards a more sensual nature.
Spreading his fingers he began to stroke one side of Loki, flanking him on one side and then on the other. His hands trailed along Loki’s spine before latching to his shoulders and he began another cycle of vicious rubbing. Only when Loki made a grunt of pain did Tony stop. He moved himself onto the massage table so that he sat on his heels between Loki’s thighs.
Grabbing both of Loki’s forearms, he pulled him back, hearing his spine crack in a few places. He moved off the table and began to massage one leg before moving to massage the other.
“Turn over,” he softly whispered as he tugged at Loki’s arm.
With Loki turned over onto his back, Tony moved to the head of the table. He grabbed Loki’s shoulders and moved him upwards, his head slightly dangling over the edge. Soft fingertips trailed up and down the god’s pale face, tracing his closed eyes before moving to massage his cheekbones. The tender gesture caused Loki to relax his face muscles and his lips parted with a sigh.
Tony had grabbed some oil before slipping a hand into his pants, slowly working his erection to full length while massaging Loki’s shoulder with the other. When he was hard, he moved both hands to massage Loki’s face, trailing the tip of his finger against parted lips. He bent down and slowly kissed him, working his tongue to softly rub against Loki’s.
He broke the kiss, causing the god to growl with irritation as his eyes bolted open. Grinning, Tony moved his pants off his hips, letting them slide to the floor and exposing his erection. Using one finger, he massaged Loki’s chin, opening his mouth.
Taking his erection in one hand, Tony trailed the tip over the soft pink lips before gently pushing inside the warmth Loki’s mouth offered. He placed his hands around Loki’s throat, massaging it as Loki took more of his aching length inside, inch by agonizing inch. He began to gently thrust, slowing down only when Loki gagged.
He closed his eyes with a sigh as his slippery hands trailed down Loki’s torso. Absent-mindedly, his fingers began toying with Loki’s nipples as his hips gently thrust of their own accord. The feeling of being swallowed whole would have been enough for him to reach orgasm but Loki seemed to have other ideas.
Placing his hands on Tony’s hips, he slid himself down the bed, releasing Tony’s cock with a wet pop. Tony grunted in irritation as Loki moved off the bed to stand next to him.
“Your turn.”
A thrill ran through Tony’s spine at seeing the mischievous grin return. Loki pushed him until he was bent over the table. He heard the cap of the bottle open and his cock twitched in anticipation. A slick finger rubbed against his opening as he spread his legs for better access. With the massage oil, the finger slipped in easily followed by a second. Both fingers began pumping in and out in a slow rhythm before Loki added a third.
Their last coupling had been a long time ago and Tony knew he had grown tight. Even so, the teasing massage of Loki’s fingers was too much to bear.
“No more – just –” Tony whispered almost begged as he gripped the table. The slick digits were removed before he heard Loki open the bottle again. The tip of Loki’s heated flesh rubbed against Tony’s entrance and without warning, Loki shoved himself inside to the hilt in one fluid motion.
Tony’ s fingers dug into the bed as his eyes shot open in surprise. Loki allowed him a brief moment to adjust before he began to move with a desperate pace. His hands gripped on either side of the firm ass cheeks before him, opening Tony to his fevered assault.
Despite the copious amount of lubrication, Tony still cringed in pain, digging his fingers in the sides of the massage bed to hold himself upright. He never expected Loki to be a gentle lover but he had hoped that their reunion would be a bit more affectionate. Unlike their previous encounters, Loki didn’t even attempt to angle himself for Tony’s pleasure, choosing instead to satisfy his own needs.
Underneath him, Tony clenched his teeth, trying to force his body to relax. Nails dug painfully into his hips as Loki rapidly thrust in and out of the plaint body beneath him. Grabbing the sheets, he tried to angle himself against the pain, but Loki’s grip on him retrained his movements.
Tony fought back cries of pain as tears stung his eyes, wondering when the assault would finally end. The merciless pounding continued for a few more minutes before Loki finally tensed, moaning his release.
Tony’s fingers released the sides of the massage table as his forehead rested on the soft blanket. Loki reached down to kiss Tony’s shoulder but when his lips came in contact with the fevered skin, Tony recoiled from the touch. Black hair tickled his back for a moment longer before Loki placed a hand on Tony’s back and pulled out as gently as he could.
With trembling arms, Tony moved himself upright, allowing some time for his legs to adjust to his full weight. He felt a hand wrap around his sagging erection. Grabbing Loki’s wrist, he forcefully moved it away. The feeling in his legs had returned but his body still shook.
“Stark?”
He ignored the tinge of concern in Loki’s voice as every fiber of his being screamed for him to leave.
“I need a shower.” He tried to give an edge to his voice but was aware of its pathetic tremble.
Before Loki could say anything else, he turned around and pushed him aside, walking out of the room with a slight limp.
“There’s another shower down the hall to the left.”
He didn’t even bother to turn around as he made his way to his bathroom, locking the door behind him. Climbing into the safe glass walls of his standing shower, he turned the tap sharply the right. With his back pressed against the cool tiles, he slid down. He pulled his knees to his chest and finally allowed himself a few tears to trickle down his face.
After weeks, the object of his affection had returned only to use him. He felt disgusted with himself and hoped the scalding water could wash away his shame. His fingers curled into his hair with such force that he almost pulled out his hair. In the name of this selfish monster he had created a barrier between himself and his teammates.
He mechanically stood and began to lather himself up, eager to wash away any traces of Loki’s touch. At first, he thought of alerting S.H.I.E.L.D. to Loki’s presence but the action would only further implicate him and incur Thor’s wrath. Natasha’s soothing hand on his shoulder and her sincere offer of assistance entered his mind, but she would be unable to apprehend Loki herself and would ask Fury for assistance.
With Loki’s magic in full effect, he would be powerless against him as well. Perhaps he could throw Loki out and call it a day. He finished his shower, drying himself off quickly. Tentatively, he opened the bathroom door, breathing a sigh of relief after noting his empty bedroom. With quick steps, he opened his closet and pulled out the first items he could grab a hold of – a black Sabbath t-shirt and another pair of black sweat pants.
The safety of his lab seemed too far so he decided to finish off the bottle of whiskey he had opened earlier. With purpose he trotted down his stairs, barely sparing a glance towards Loki, who sat on the couch wearing a green shirt and slacks he must have found in another room.
He ignored the feeling of being watched as he grabbed the bottle by the throat and took a sizeable sip, relishing the burn. Taking only a quick breath of air, he chugged the rest of the bottle’s contents before tossing it in the trash.
“Sta–Tony, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m thirsty,” he snapped before shoving past Loki to his liquor cabinet. He grabbed another bottle at random, intent on his usual tactic of drinking himself in a stupor. Despite those others though, he felt he was more in control and aware when he was drunk.
With skilled fingers, he opened the bottle of vodka and angled it so that he could drink and breathe at the same time. The other members of his team may have superior strength, but he had a superior liver. Before he could finish the bottle, it was ripped away from him and tossed in a nearby sink.
“Stop this,” Loki wrapped an arm around his waist and forcibly dragged him away from his liquor. He threw him on the couch, standing between him and his chosen method of destruction. He fought against the dizziness as he stood up and began walking back only to be stopped by a hand roughly shoving him backward.
With a feral growl he launched himself at Loki, knocking both of them to the ground. He landed a punch to Loki’s face which was countered by a punch to his ribs. Wrapping a leg around Tony’s, Loki rolled them over so that he was on top. Using the ground, Loki pushed himself into a kneeling position between Tony’s thighs. Despising his new position, Tony pulled at Loki’s t-shirt and punched him in the face again.
To his surprise, Loki wrapped his arms around him in a hug, effectively stopping anymore punches to his face. Tony attempted to maneuver his way out of the ironclad grip by thrashing, but with his legs on either side of Loki, he couldn’t get enough leverage to kick. When his efforts proved fruitless, he finally stopped moving. In defeat, he rested his forehead on Loki’s shoulder. The grip around his arms loosened as Loki began rubbing soothing circles into his back.
Trailing his lips against the shell of Tony’s ear, Loki soft whispered, “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what ails you.”
“You,” he whispered into the soft fabric covering Loki’s shoulder.
“Me?”
Tony pulled away with the intention of hurling insults, but the concern radiating in the emerald eyes rendered him speechless.
“I . . .,” he swallowed, unsure where to begin. Loki soothingly rubbed his shoulders. “I missed you,” he finally muttered, feeling embarrassed at his own admission.
“That’s why I returned,” Loki smiled. “What I do not understand is your anger. What have I done to offend you?”
“You . . . the way you . . . back there,” Tony shook his head, feeling nauseas as the alcohol began making its way to his brain. “I felt used.”
Loki sighed as he brought Tony to his chest.
“These past few weeks have been hard on me. I have not slept and was in a constant state of stress. The moments I took to rest, I awoke to find one of Doom’s henchmen attempting to apprehend me. I had no intention of using you. I just needed . . . some relief.”
Loki’s soothing voice rumbled between their joined chests, comforting Tony as he nuzzled into the warm crook of Loki’s neck.
“There’s no excuse for my selfishness and I apologize if I was rough.”
The surprise apology made Tony draw away and stare into the glimmering verdant eyes, searching desperately for lies. Instead, he found sorrow and regret. Slowly, Loki moved his face closer, tentatively flicking his tongue over trembling lips. When Tony didn’t pull away, he began sucking at the soft flesh of Tony’s bottom lip. Grabbing the back of Loki’s head, Tony pulled him in for a proper kiss, both tongues eagerly seeking each other.
When they pulled apart for air, Loki wrapped his arms around Tony and picked him up, gently sitting him down on the couch. He moved to sit between Tony’s legs, his hands resting on Tony’s thighs.
“Will you allow me to apologize?”
Firm hands trailed up Tony’s legs, wrapping around the waistband of his pants and pulling them down, exposing him. The moment Tony nodded, Loki bent down to gently suck the tip of Tony’s cock, while massaging his balls with a gentle hand. The image of seeing Loki between his legs caused Tony’s cock to slowly flare to life. Loki trailed his heated tongue against the side of the flesh until it reached its full length.
Tony reached down a hand to lightly grip the silken black hair. He gasped when he felt Loki take him completely to the hilt. With one hand continuing to massage his balls, Loki bobbed his head up and down on his erection with almost no gag reflex. He alternated between swirling his tongue around the tip and taking him as far back in his throat as he could.
Watching Loki’s skillful lips work his magic, Tony felt himself reach his pinnacle. His whole body tensed as he spilled himself down Loki’s warm throat; his body shuddered as Loki swallowed all he had to offer.
With one final suck, Loki released his spent cock, wiping his mouth with a hand. He looked up into Tony’s eyes with a mischievous grin.
“Am I forgiven?”
With his hand still curled in Loki’s hair, Tony roughly pulled him up for a kiss.
“Let’s get some sleep.”
Loki kissed his lips as an affirmative. Tony moved his arms around Loki’s neck as his legs wrapped around his waist. He yawned as Loki carried him upstairs.
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