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Near Mint	By : OmniaVanitus Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 2735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Loki bent down, bracing a hand on the back of the couch next to the paralyzed agent while he reached down with his other to lift Coulson's hand, still tightly wrapped around the gun. He made no move to unarm him, but instead leveled the gun pointblank at his own pale face.
And oh how Coulson wished he could pull the trigger again, his fingers twitching with the effort to do so.
The god's pointed tongue slipped out to lick at the cold barrel and lingering gunpowder residue, his green eyes sliding shut at the taste of charcoal and sulfur. His tongue continued on, lathing a trail along the hard metal until his tongue found mortal flesh. He opened his eyes then, locking them with blue as he lapped at the agent's wrist, his tongue lingering at the fluttering pulse point. He sucked at the flesh firmly, noting how the pulse spiked, before he bit down hard enough to make Coulson cry out and drop the gun to the floor.
Loki let go of the agent's hand and settled himself down between Coulson's knees, his hands resting on the man's thighs briefly before he shifted to the side, reaching for something on the floor and coming back up with the discarded water bottle the agent had dropped just moments before during his fight with the clone.
He uncapped the bottle and leaned forward, shoving it between the man's lips and letting him drink the icy, cold liquid.
"We wouldn't want you getting dehydrated now would we," the god said in passing as he trailed a free hand down Coulson's chest. "This is going to be a long night after all...perhaps even several."
Coulson spluttered, choking on the water even as the unwanted hand continued to roam over his body. "And this is how you choose to expiate," he asked in disbelief as he felt the god tighten the thin, black tie around his neck a few degrees too tight before undoing the knot completely and discarding it onto the couch beside them. "You can't make up for murder by committing rape."
"You can't rape the willing," Loki countered as he yanked Coulson's white dress shirt open sending several of the small buttons flying. "I did offer you a chance to choose how I would appease you, did I not? You declined, so now I am choosing for you." His head dipped down to the crook of his neck, trailing the tip of his tongue up to the agent's ear and whispered, "though I'm certain I can make this more agreeable for you."
There was a ripple of green-gold light as the god of mischief cast his magic and when the light faded Coulson had to admit he wasn't expecting to come face to face with the spitting image of Captain America, complete with vintage suit and circular shield strapped to his back. And kneeling between his legs.
It would have been comical how fast his mind churned to justify the sudden tightening in his groin if it wasn't actually happening.
"What do you think," the god asked in a confidant voice that could only belonged to one Steve Rogers. "I can just feel the patriotism and righteousness flowing through my veins." He leant forward to nibble the agent's ear again and whispered in a low, husky voice, "care to join me in a rousing course of our national anthem, soldier?"
Coulson's brain had short circuited and he was pretty sure he had just let out a rather embarrassing whine and anyone who knew him even a little bit would understand why. But he forced himself to push passed the gushing fanboy feelings and schooled his features once more.
"I'll have to decline," he said as firmly as possible, but it still came out sounding strained even to his own ears.
And it was just so wrong how lecherous Loki could make the Captain's face look: half lidded blue eyes made dark with desire, full lips parted just enough for a pink tongue to dart out and slide along his bottom lip, a spandex suit that was practically painted on and left absolutely nothing to the imagination...
Coulson was brought out of his musings by a hot, sinful mouth now licking and sucking at the scar on his chest.
The desensitized nerve endings of the newly healed flesh ignited under the god's tongue sending unexpected waves of pleasure coursing through his body making his breath hitch sharply in his throat and his cock pound. It wasn't even a fucking erogenous zone!
Teeth scraped over his skin and the agent was only then aware of how painfully hard he was. He needed to stop this or at the very least make Loki change back. He was fairly certain that if the god did then he would be able to focus again. It was sound reasoning, right?
An incessant voice in the back of his head that sounded annoyingly like Tony Stark's was commenting on how "gay for Captain America" Coulson was. No doubt if the man were here now he'd be taking pictures and videos as proof of that.
The familiar coil in his belly was starting to tighten dangerously as the god between his knees continued to mouth his scar, building his arousal up to fever pitch and setting Coulson on the edge of a panic attack. And Loki hadn't even touched his cock yet! If he didn't stop this soon, he'd be coming in his pants like some adolescent school boy, something he couldn't allow for a number of reasons, pride and embarrassment being only a couple.
He clenched his eyes shut as a powerful wave of pleasure rippled through him, making him grit his teeth together in a bid to stifle the low moan. Coulson's breath was ragged and his arms and legs were trembling, but he still managed to mutter out a weak "stop". In his haze, he was surprised when the god actually complied, pulling his greedy mouth away.
Loki's mouth was suspended a few inches above his skin, just far enough for his unusually cold breath to fan out against his saliva coated scar, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel the god's gaze on him, but he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes. Not when they'd open to find Steve's desire filled baby blues staring back at him.
"Stop what exactly," Loki asked playfully, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.
Coulson's voice was rough. "Change back."
Loki's answering snicker was expected, but he was still relieved when a soft flash of green-gold light flickered against his eyelids as the god shape shifted again.
"And here I thought spies were into role-play," the mischief maker said, sounding entirely too smug for the agent's liking.
"I'm not a spy," Coulson corrected, "just an agent."
"There's a difference?"
"As an agent," he began, trying to ignore the oddly soothing petting caresses the god was giving his sides, "my duties include both administrative and fieldwork."
"Such a well-rounded individual you are," the god cooed condescendingly.
"Yes, actually. Being knowledgeable in a variety of topics can be beneficial and SHIELD agents are encouraged to take up hobbies."
"Like Captain America?"
"I've read his military files," Coulson said offhandedly.
"More than that I imagine," Loki said, noticing how the agent's eyes flickered all too briefly to the discarded cards on the floor behind him. "You should never meet your heroes, or so I've heard. Were you disappointed?"
"No, I wasn't," Coulson answered honestly.
"Ah, you're still smitten then. And yet you'd pass up a chance to see the good captain in all of his...glory."
The pregnant pause was a bit much and the agent didn't need to be a genius to figure out what the god meant, and while his breathing may have calmed during their brief exchange, he was still painfully hard and he could have done without the mental image of Steve Rogers wearing nothing but his shield and a smile.
"I'll except no imitations."
Loki's dark eyes glinted maliciously. "Considering the likelihood of you even seeing him again, what with you being 'dead' and all... Though I doubt you'd be as enamored with him if he was still that pathetically frail little weakling he was born as."
"Jealous?" That infuriating smirk stretched across Loki's face again and Coulson longed to slap it off him.
"I'm not the one who's infatuated with some useless relic...or do you still have hope that you'll be reunited with your hero?"
The agent's hand shot up with enough force to make Loki's head lurch to the side with a resounding smack and they both froze at the sudden contact.
He had hit him. Coulson had just struck the god of lies. His blue eyes were wide as they flickered disbelievingly between the god's face and his own hand still raised in the air, not fully comprehending what had actually happened.
"H-how long have I been able to move?"
Loki answered with a low chuckle as he righted himself. "Since the moment you dropped the gun."
There was a beat of silence as the two stared at each other and then, in a blink of an eye, they were struggling again.
And just like before when he fought with the clone, Coulson was overpowered and in just a few pathetic seconds. He hadn't really expected anything different. Loki, being a god, was just naturally stronger than him.
Sprawled out on the couch now with his hands tied uselessly behind his back, Loki haven finally made use of the discarded tie, Coulson stared up at the ceiling, pointedly ignoring the god's heated green-eyed gaze as he tried to steady his breathing again.
Their positions had shifted, but Loki was still between his splayed legs and his pale hands were resting deceivingly gently on his chest, messaging soothing circles into his skin. And despite his vulnerable position Coulson was surprisingly calm, even when he felt a ripple of magic against his skin that left both him and the god poised above him bare.
Long fingered hands trailed down his chest and stomach, carefully avoiding the prominent scar and his demanding cock, until they were on his thighs, alternating between messaging patterns into his sensitive skin or leaving faint scratch marks in the wake of blunt fingernails.
Hiking his leg up into the air, the god's fingertips traced the cleft of his ass and when a slickened finger suddenly breached him the agent sucked in a surprised breath.
"What are you doing," Coulson gasped, forcing himself to focus on more than just the slender digit working its way in and out of him.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Let me rephrase," he grunted. "In what way is this suppose to make up for you killing me?"
Loki paused, his finger buried knuckle deep. "Is there something you'd like to suggest, Agent Coulson?"
He was calm. Calmer than he had any right to be when his erection was standing so proudly between them. "You're here to appease me," he replied. "So, show me. Prove to me how much you want to atone."
Loki's thin lips slid into a slow, toothy smirk, his head dipping in a slight nod as he straightened and withdrew. Steadying himself with a hand on the back of the couch, his other disappeared behind his back.
Coulson watched the god's face as he fingered and stretched himself, the way Loki's brow knitted and his lips parted in concentration, and felt his own cock twitch in time with Loki's stuttered breaths and soft groans and by the time Loki's hips started humping air, he was leaking.
The agent would admit, albeit grudgingly, that the god was beautiful and he didn't even notice when the god's free hand had moved from the back of the couch to his aching cock until the hand started pumping him, making him buck up into the firm grip helplessly.
Loki moved then, bending at the waist to an impossible angle until his mouth was poised over his straining member and Coulson could feel the puffs of cold air against his heated flesh. But as cold as the god's breath was his mouth was a furnace that made the agent hiss out as he was swallowed down to the root. Loki's already gaunt cheeks hollowed with their effort and Coulson didn't even try to stop the whines and breathy moans that the god managed to suck from him.
The god pulled away with an audible pop leaving his member slick with saliva, ready and waiting.
Loki moved to straddle him, positioning himself over Coulson's cock which he quickly guided to his loosened hole, impaling himself without a moment's hesitation.
Coulson could barely breathe as he watched Loki sink down onto his cock, his member disappearing inch by inch into the god's body. Loki's jaw was slack and his head thrown back exposing the pale column of his vulnerable throat and once he was fully seated the god stilled, both gasping out at the feel of each other's body.
Coulson was tempted to move, to thrust up into the willing body above him, but he doesn't, leaving it up to Loki to set the pace.
Loki rolled his hips as he continued to impale himself on the long cock inside him, groaning as the flared head nudged his prostate. It had been centuries since he had allowed a mortal, or Æsir for that matter, this kind of privilege, to penetrate him, but he won't deny how much he had missed the feel of this. The way his body opened up to the intrusion with a pleasurable burn... He doesn't hesitate in giving himself over as he thrust down on to that hard length again.
Coulson's blue eyes were dark, his pupils nearly full blown with pleasure and his arousal flared as the god continued to move above him. He hadn't even realized he had began to buck up to meet the god's thrusts, his mind was too hazy and their panting too harsh as the air filled with their desperate moans.
Neither lasted much longer, but it was Loki who snapped first, coming with a deep groan as his body clenched down almost viciously and painted Coulson's chest in white. Coulson followed seconds later, filling the god with his seed as his own body went rigid. He doesn't know how he managed it, but he forced his eyes to stay open, taking in every detail of Loki's rapture and only allowing them to close when the god slumped down on top of him in a boneless heap.
His body was tingling, having just had one of the best orgasms in his life as well as the unintentional contact the god had made with his scar. He still doesn't understand it, why his body responded so easily to such a simple touch and he had never considered that piece of scarred flesh to be an erogenous zone. Not when his own fingers, and those of numerous SHIELD doctors, have played across that patch of skin and never once eliciting any kind of tingle. Not until Loki. He was half convinced it's some form of Stockholm syndrome.
Loki shifted suddenly, bringing up a lazy hand to rest his head on as he looked down at the prone agent trapped beneath him. "What shall we do now," he asked in a sultry voice.
"Is this were the pillow talk starts," Coulson sighed.
"Perhaps. I am a very good listener," he teased.
Coulson made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat. "You are unbelievable."
"Yes, I am quite remarkable aren't I," Loki said, his smug grin stretching across his face once again.
The agent shook his head in irritation. "I told you stop."
"No," the god answered, his piercing green eyes narrowing, "you told me to change back. And I wonder why... Too eager to see what lies under all that spandex the captain wears?" His eyes wondered over the agent's face as he tilted his head. "Or perhaps you were under the impression that my illusion of Steve Rogers was the sole reason of your enjoyment." Loki's free hand slid across Coulson's stomach and chest so he could tap a finger against the scar.
But Coulson didn't feel the tendrils of pleasure that had lashed through him like before. "Wasn't it?"
"So, naïve," he chuckled lowly.
Loki dipped his head down to slide his thin lips across the raised edges of the prominent scar before latching on to it and sucking firmly. Coulson was hard instantly, bucking up against the god's still soft cock as he gasped out.
Loki gave a surprised, breathy laugh. "I suppose I should have waited till I was ready."
"How are you doing that," Coulson gritted out miserably as he ground his head back against the couch cushions.
"Residual magic," Loki stated simply, his breath whispering over Coulson's skin as he spoke, and at the agent's blank expression he continued. "It seems during our last encounter those few, short months ago, I left behind some trace amounts of my magic. Not much, mind you, but enough for me to locate you...and enough for me to do this." The god licked along the scar again before pulling back to blow a stream of cold air against the agent's skin.
Coulson shivered violently, his body trembling from the sudden cold even as his dick twitched and when he jerked his hips up again he could feel Loki own hardening length and nearly whined as the god moved to straddle him again.
"Did you think I would be so easily satisfied," the god cooed down to him.
"And here I thought we weren't doing this for your own satisfaction," he said, his lips tugging into a soft, strained smile.
A sly grin blossomed on the god's face as his green eyes half lidded. "Oh? Well then that's just one more thing I'll have to make up for isn't it."
Coulson hissed sharply as Loki impaled himself again. This really was going to be a long night.
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