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Fix Him	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 10082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Fix Him
Fandom: Avengers
Chapter: 45
Character: Phil/Clint
Word count: 2,247
AN: Okay, so last Monday consisted of sleeping and cursing the dreaded Laundry. *shudders* I hate laundry. Then Tuesday was seeing off the friend and Wed was traveling. Ever since it has been busy, busy, busy.
Now, I have a Dirty White Boy (white coffee with white chocolate, it's nummy!) and I'm ready to post this thing! Enjoy.
Review: Charisma: Thank you. I enjoyed writing this story and I'm enjoying posting this. I usually post once a week on Monday, but I've been amazingly busy the last few days. Ugh. Hope you keep reading and enjoying.
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It hadn’t been their first fight, at least not when it came to the smaller fights that they had before, but it was their first big fight as a couple and over a rather stupid reason for any other couple. But for Clint, who worried about his lover leaving him, it had been a very valid reason for him to worry about the fact that Phil was spending so much time with Steve. Especially when Phil wouldn’t tell him why and they always made sure no one could hear them.
So no, the fight that wasn’t their first but still it had put a strain on them and their relationship. Phil was snarling even more than before, scaring anyone not used to him as a snarling man with a gun senseless. Clint on the other hand had once more taken to hiding in the vents since Fury had forbidden him from staying in the helicarrier until it had all been taken cared of. Tony and Pepper were both getting tired of being woken up, along with their respective partners, by a report from a robot that cleaned the vents that came across a sleeping archer.
Tony had started to bitch about his bots not being able to do their jobs properly at night.
The first time Clint had left with some weak excuse when Phil hand walked into the same room, Thor, who hadn’t been there for the fight, had quietly asked Bruce what was going on. He had agreed that the fight did seem rather stupid but could understand where both men stood.
After all, for nearly eight years, they were nothing more than handler and agent, and then suddenly they were partners who worked together, Clint’s relationship history leaving a lot to be desired, but so did Phil’s past. So the last fight had left them had left them in new territory with no map or GPS to help them navigate through it.
Sighing as Phil left, Clint watching him do so with sad eyes, Bruce yanked Tony down and started to whisper his plan.
Three hours later, Phil was being shoved into his shared apartment with the door shutting and locking behind him. Turning around, he tugged at the door handle with a scowl, jumping when Clint landed quietly on the floor, having jumped down from his cozy cove.
“They’re not going to let us go until we actually talk,” Clint stated, waving a letter before handing it to his lover. Phil took it and read it over with a scowl, his eyebrows coming together
“They’re tired of us fighting huh?” he rasped, wincing at the rawness of his throat, Clint blinking several times at him.
“What the hell happened to your voice?” Clint asked, worry rearing up at the way Phil sounded.
“The reason why I was speaking with Steve so often actually,” Phil replied, frowning has he moved to make some tea heavy with honey. “It had to do with his past and part of an extremely private part of his life.”
“Is that why you never told me just why you with him so much?” Clint asked, feeling bad about not having through about it before as he followed after his lover.
Phil nodded his head as he filled the kettle with some water and placed it onto the stove. “Yeah. I still can’t talk about any details, but it had to deal with someone from Steve’s past so I needed a lot of information about them. At least personal details,” he said, pulling down the tea bags and honey along with a cup to make his tea. “I would have talked with you about it after I had the information last week, but first of all, you’re really hard to pin down when you’re hiding from someone. Second of all, I had to finish with the actual mission, which I did yesterday and with only a sore throat and burning thighs to show for it.”
“Phil,” Clint breathed, feeling bad at having jumped to such quick conclusions. He was an agent and so was his lover, and he should have thought like one when it came to his lover spending time with another agent. Phil just smiled and stroked his cheek with his thumb, soothing him with a single move before pouring his water and making his tea.
“There is no reason to worry, lover,” Phill hummed as he stirred in some honey. Sipping it, he sighed at the soothing quality of the tea, eyes closing for a moment. “I could have told you why I couldn’t tell you why I was around Steve so often and understand where you were coming from.” He sighed softly. “Both of us don’t have the best relationship history after all.”
“Yeah, but I was a possessive shit and should have trusted you more,” Clint said, coming up behind his lover to wrap his arms around Phil’s waist and rested his cheek on his shoulder. Phil chuckled lowly and laced their fingers together as he sipped at his tea, feeling the soothing effects of both drink and lover unwind the tension that he had been carrying around since the fight had happened.
Clint hummed lowly and nuzzled his lover’s neck, feeling better now that everything had been cleared up, but wanted something more from the other. They hadn’t been together in the same bed since the fight had happened and the best part of making up was the makeup sex.
Phil chuckled, knowing what was on his partner’s mind. “Let me finish with my tea and then we’ll go to bed,” he promised, feeling the archer smile against his shoulder. Finishing his tea quickly, he put the cup into the sink, moved the kettle from the burner and drew his lover into the bedroom. The two lover’s had to chuckle and smirk at the way the room had been set up with flickering candles that they knew was battery powered and the very thick bedding that they kept for colder nights and didn’t want to use the heater.
“Looks like they were planning this for a few hours,” Clint chuckled as he walked over to the bed, stripping out of his clothes. Phil smirked and closed the door, watching as the other male put on a show for him. Lean hips swayed as long legs were exposed as his pants dropped to the floor. His back was soon exposed to when his shirt was pulled off, being dropped to the side while Clint slid onto the bed with a smirk.
Moving to the bed himself, Phil stripped out of his clothes, not bothering with laying them out on the chair like usual. He pulled off his tie first, tossing it onto the bed before yanking off his jacket and shirt as he kicked his shoes off. Clint moaned in anticipation, watching every move from his partner, eyes greedily taking in every detail presented to him. There was a new cut on Phil’s side, but it wasn’t much so Clint ignored it in favor of staring at the length that was hard and ready for him.
“I have missed you being here, wearing nothing but a lusty look on your face and a hard cock kissing your stomach, waiting for me,” Phil husked, his eyes flaring and making Clint shiver in even more anticipation. “Now, put your hands above your head and hold onto the headboard until I say that you can let go,” he ordered.
Clint’s eyes widened and he shuddered softly pleasure. Lifting his hands, he curled his fingers around the iron headboard and held on as Phil straddled his lap. Gasping, he arched his head back when his lover tugged on his hair, the other sealing their lips together in a deep kiss, tongues coming to slide together.
He firmly kept his hands wrapped around the headboard even as he moaned and responded to the kiss, eyes glazed and half opened.
After a few moments, Phil pulled away, smirking down at his partner, enjoying the whine and the flushed look that Clint was sporting. Rubbing the other’s bottom lip, grunting when an agile tongue came out to dance over the pad, he reached out and snagged his tie. Smirking down again at his partner, he wrapped the tie around his lover’s wrists, making sure that he had room to move but was still connected to the headboard itself.
“Stay put, lover dear,” Phil purred, smirking down at the archer, knowing he was looking forward to what he was going to do next. Smirking even more, he shifted to grab the lube that they had bought just before the fight and moved to kneel between long legs.
Curling his hand around Clint’s hard cock, he stroked once, making him groan and arch up into the hand, hips twitching. Phil chuckled lowly and swiped his thumb down the underside of the prick. The wiggling moan that he got made a curl of lust tighten deep in his groan and his dick twitch.
Licking his lips, Phil pressed Clin’ts hips down onto the bed and gave him a look. “Keep still until I tell you that you can move,” He stated, getting a whine from his bound lover. Smirking again, loving the control over his lover, Phil gave the prick in his hand a squeeze in reward before he picked up the bottle of lube and shook it. “I’m sorry but at the moment I’m not really able to wait for much longer,” he said, coating his fingers with the slick substance.
Clint just moaned lowly in agreement, muscles twitching as he forced himself from moving his legs into a more inviting position. Phil gave him a soft look, letting go of the prick to move the long legs into a more comfortable position. Petting the archer’s inner thigh, he brought his slicked fingers down to the twitching hole he wanted to bury himself in after so long without his partner in their bed.
Phil hummed and rubbed against the muscles, feeling them relax under his fingers. Smile spreading over his lips, he slid the first finger into the tight heat, feeling Clint spasm around the digit. The archer moaned happily and wiggled, breaking the command to hold still and receiving a slap to his ass for it. It stung, but only slightly, making him groan at the pleasure that rocked through him with the sting.
“Did you enjoy that?” Phil asked, cocking an eyebrow at that new fact before leering, working his finger in and out of the relaxing muscles. He was able to quickly work in two more fingers, amazed at the tightness around them as he always was. Clint went back to holding still and moaning for more as his body shuddered with the need to move and get more. “You can move once I’m buried within you,” he said, getting a whimper of need.
Pulling his figners free from the grasping entrance, Phil coated his length with some of the lube as Clint watched with dark eyes. Leering, he pressed against the stretched entrance and move done leg into a different position. Pushing in, they both growled at being connected, the long body going limp with a low sigh.
Moving so that he could rest his hands next to Clint’s sides, Phil moaned when long legs came to rest around his waist, drawing him deeper. Rocking, he watched as his partner grasped onto the headboard even tighter, feeling him rock back. Pulling back until just the tip of his length was all that connected them, he used his body and strength to thrust back into his lover with a sharp sound of skin meeting skin.
Clint groaned lowly and arched, legs squeezing around the other’s waist, pulling him deeper into the tightness. Phil growled and started a rough pace, taking his lover, placing a renewed claim on the writhing body under him.
They moved together, pressing and rubbing against the other as their lust flared high and pleasure rocked deep. Phil used one hand to work at stroking over Clint’s heavily leaking prick in time with this movements, feeling his own climax curl and tighten, but wanting the archer to fall over that edge first. Clint was groaning, body squeezing tightly around him, lost to the rough pleasure from his lover.
Mixed with the time away from his lover, Clint was the first to fall over the edge, spilling over his stomach and the storking, teasing hand. Phil snarled loudly and shuddered as the tightness around him became a velvet lined vice that pulled him over the edge along side his partner. The two shuddered and moaned through their climaxes, the handler holding himself up barely as they started to come down from their pleasured highs.
Pulling out of the still twitching body, Phil tugged the tie free from around Clint’s wrists and tossing it to the side. Groaning, he flumped down next to his lover, wiping his hand onto the bedding as his lover slowly stretched with a groan of his own. The handler sat up again after a moment and rubbed at his partner’s arms until they were moving properly again.
Relaxing once more, the two ignored the ringing phone before moving to the bathroom to wash up and fuck again, Clint’s voice drifting out of the bathroom. “I’ll go save Westerfield from Natasha and Pepper tomorrow.”
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