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Abuse Me In All Ways	By : Portmanteu Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Abuse Me In All Ways
- 2-In Which Clint Takes Control
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     “Choke on it, you little whore,” Clint growled, his voice all sandpaper and gravel. Loki arched his back as Clint shoved his cock down the taller man’s throat and held him there, motionless. The kneeling God took every inch, his mouth stretched around the archer’s girth. Clint knew Loki couldn’t breathe when he was this deep in his throat, and he fisted his hands tighter in his hair, readying himself for the struggle. It didn’t take long before he felt the tension rise in Loki’s body, those poison green eyes pleading with him. “Swallow,” he commanded, giving the ebony hair twined around his fingers a sharp jerk. Loki’s eyes were watering from a combination of pressure and panic, but he dutifully followed Clint’s directive.

     “Look at you,” he sneered, biting back a moan. “Wouldn’t Daddy be so proud to see you on your knees, servicing a mortal? You think he knows what a slut you turned out to be?” Loki groaned around Clint’s cock, earning another painful yank on his hair. “Shut the fuck up and take it. Don’t act like this isn’t what you want.” Another swallow from the debased God, and then Clint pulls him off, watching as Loki gasps for air. Saliva strings between his chin and the head of the thick cock that was so recently buried in his throat.

     “What do you say?”

     “Thank you,” Loki murmurs quietly, looking up at Clint from beneath lowered lashes. So pliable, so subservient, so unlike his usual self.

     The archer nods, then drags Loki forward again, forcing his mouth down on his cock. There’s just a moment of hesitation before Loki is slurping busily up and down his length, making small noises of need in the back of his throat. Clint tightens his hold on the dark-haired God, abusing him with his lust, holding him still as he takes what he needs from his eager mouth.

     “You know what,” Clint coos while thrusting faster. “Fuck what Daddy thinks of his little whoreson. I bet he doesn’t care one bit about what you do.” Loki’s eyes flutter up to meet Clint’s burning gaze, holding steady, waiting for what came next. “But what about Thor,” Clint hissed and bucked his hips harder, forcing his cock deep into Loki’s throat. “I’ll bet he knows what you’re up to…and I’m sure he doesn’t like it…one…little…bit.” Loki voiced a broken groan around the archer’s girth, his own hips twitching up unbidden. A malicious smile rose on Clint’s face at the motion. “Oh, you liked that, did you? Make you feel extra dirty, thinking of your brother with my dick in your mouth?”

     Loki’s gaze slid to the side and Clint pulled free of his grasping mouth. “Look at me,” he growled, his tone promising violence if the God didn’t obey. Loki’s eyes darted up, then away from the archer’s burning stare. “Look. At. Me,” he repeated, each word like a slap as his hand left Loki’s hair and grasped his throat instead. Clint levered Loki’s chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze. He leaned in close, his humid breath falling on the God’s face as he spat out what he had to say. “Thor doesn’t want you. Not like you want him. No one wants you. I don’t even want you. But I’ll use you up for as long as I feel like it. I’ll let you be my little whore. Let you suck my cock and spread you legs for me. And you know why?” Loki shook his head slowly as Clint’s fingers dug into his throat, slowly cutting off his air. “Because it’s the only thing you’re good at…”

     With that, Clint dragged Loki forward and kissed him harshly, all bruising lips and nipping teeth. Then with a quick motion, he shoved Loki onto his back, his cock twitching at the sharp gasp of surprise the dark-haired man voiced. Clint dropped to his knees between Loki’s spread thighs and raked his eyes over his body. The frantic rise and fall of Loki’s chest, the flush rising in his pale skin, the straining length of the God’s cock, leaking against that flat expanse of stomach. “There’s a good boy,” Clint murmured. “Finally on your back, where you belong. Now. Don’t you fucking move.”

      Loki nodded, laying still as Clint shoved two fingers into his mouth. “Suck,” he commanded, and Loki quickly engulfed the archer’s digits, coating them until they were shiny with spit. He pulled them from between Loki’s lips and brought his fingers down to press rhythmically against the God’s opening. A quiet moan issued from Loki’s mouth, and Clint narrowed his eyes as Loki’s back arched. He increased the pressure and Loki’s body stretched around him. Clint buried his fingers deep inside that damp heat, scissoring and stretching, drawing obscene cries from Loki’s throat. The archer smirked down at the writhing God, hips jerking in time with Clint’s motions.

     “That’s it,” he growled. “Show me what a little whore you are. You want more?”

     “Y-yes,” Loki gasped, eyes bright with need.

     “Yes, what?”

     “Yes, please,” Loki whined. “I want more.”

     Clint leaned down, planting his free hand next to the dark-haired man’s head and whispering, “Tell me exactly what you want. Beg me for it.” He twisted his fingers inside Loki’s body, dragging a shuddering cry from the God.

     “Fuck me,” Loki breathed.

     Shaking his head, he pumped his fingers deeper, faster. “Not good enough. You can do better.”

     Loki’s back arched and he parted his thighs wider. His tongue ran out and wet his lower lip before he spoke. “Please,” he panted. “Fuck me, Clint. Violate me. Abuse me. Stuff me full of cock and let me bring you pleasure. Use me.”

     “There we go,” Clint grinned, a malicious spark in his eyes. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He shoved a third finger into Loki, making the God keen, hips undulating. A few more hard thrusts, and then he withdrew completely. Clint grasped his own achingly hard cock and lined himself up with Loki’s opening, rubbing the head over and around, teasing. “Are you ready for me?”

     “Yes,” Loki cried, arching up and against him.

     “Then take it,” Clint snarled, slamming deep into the God’s body, bringing his hands up to pin Loki’s wrists above his head. Loki screamed, loud and long, as Clint’s girth stretched him wide. Clint rutted into him mercilessly, gripping Loki’s wrists tightly enough that he could feel the bones grinding together under his palms. He set a punishing pace, pressing in as deeply as he could, then withdrawing quickly and thrusting forward. Loki squirmed and gasped beneath him, his body trembling as Clint buried himself over and over again.

     “So tight, when I fuck you like this,” Clint panted. “On your back, legs spread. Such a little whore for my cock. Tell me you love it.”

     “I do,” Loki moaned. “Having you so deep inside me, filling me up.”

     “And are you my whore? Do I own this,” Clint asked, punctuating his words with an especially vicious thrust.

     “Yes!”

     “And that mouth?”

     “Yes!”

     “And what about that eager cock of yours?”

     Loki thrashed under him in a way that told Clint he was close to coming, and he grinned down at the panting, writhing mess that was Loki. His face was flushed, emerald eyes glassy with lust as tears tracked down to his ears. Clint used Loki’s wrists to pull him upright as he settled back on his haunches. The dark-haired God moaned, straddling the archer’s thighs as he thrust into him from beneath. One arm snaked around Loki’s waist, pulling him tight against Clint’s chest, trapping Loki’s cock between them as they moved in synch.

     “I want you to come,” Clint groaned. “You always sound like such a little slut when you come.”

     “Whatever you want,” Loki gasped. “However you want it. Told you to use me.”

     “Then come for me. Come for me, Loki, and I’ll fill you up.”

     Loki’s motions grew more frenzied, hips snapping forward, rutting his hardened cock against Clint’s stomach and then sinking further down on the archer’s length. His moans degraded into a whining cry as he worked himself against the smaller man frantically, then stiffened and clenched tight around Clint’s cock. He could feel Loki’s come spill over, hot between their bellies, and with one final massive thrust, he buried himself balls deep. A ragged cry burst from Clint’s lips as he let himself go, filling Loki to overflowing. The trembling God rolled his hips, milking Clint dry as his own orgasm raged.

     Finally, after several long moments, he eased Loki back down to the floor, and slowly pulled out. Clint grinned down him, and ran his fingers through the streaks of come coating Loki’s belly before bringing his fingertips to the other man’s lips. Loki raised his head and licked Clint’s fingers clean while holding his gaze steadily.

     “Whore,” Clint chuckled.

     “Your whore,” Loki murmured.

     “Damn right.”
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