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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: 46
Character: Phil/Clint
Word count: 2,247
AN: Okay, so the last two weeks have included me trying and failing to keep a somewhat normal schedule with posting. I'm so sorry about this! I really am. But I'm back and posting and happy. Enjoy you guys.
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Laying in bed, flying on the edge of sleep but not quite tired from the sex that he and Clint had participated in for the last few hours, Phil smiled as he stroked a hand down his lover’s back. The archer was out, snoring softly into his chest and still smiling from their fun, and probably a little more sore then normal from how often they had come together.
His fingers danced over the red skin of Clint’s ass, smirking as he remembered just how it became so red, watching as the lean male mumbled something and curled up closer to him. Chuckling silently, Phil buried his nose into the soft hair, taking in the sweet scent of blackberries that was a part of a late Christmas gift from his mother. He and his partner found that they liked the all natural, lightly scented shampoos, conditioners and soaps were a nice treat for them.
Running his hand down Clint’s back again, Phil yawned slightly before stretching his body with a groan. His lover just shifted on him and sprawled out over his body, pinning him to the bed much to his amusement. Shaking his head, he continued to pet his lover’s back, stroking his hand up and down, fingering the occasional mark that he had put on the skin during their loving.
He was feeling a bit sore himself, Clint having taken him a couple of times. It wasn’t often that his lover topped but when it happened, it was a perfect, lovely, wonderful thing. It did usually leave him feeling sorer then his lover was when they came together but then again, Clint was slightly bigger than him and rarely topped after all, so it wasn’t surprising.
Shifting, he spotted his tie, the fabric still tied to the headboard from the second time that he had tied his lover up that night. Shifting, Phil thanked every God that he could think of that he wasn’t able to get aroused with how sated he was. At least for the moment.
When Clint had been tied up, it had been like he had been freer, able to beg and whine for more. Their usual sex life was hot, random and loving at turns, but something about the almost bondage just had set the archer into overdrive. Phil would be surprised if the other male didn’t sit with hisses the next day considering how much he had begged to be spanked, or broke the commands.
For Phil, seeing Clint’s ass a soft cherry color, sensitive to touch, had been a turn on, making him groan in need and want to possess his lover fully, which he had done. But for Clint, it had been something more, something that was tied to his past that no one knew about.
Not even Phil, despite how close they were. They both knew that the other had secrets that they would keep hidden and not out of spite, but instead out of need to hide that part of their heart and their souls, to hide the scars that had been left, both good and bad. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to share but that they couldn’t, not really.
Sighing, Phil pressed a kiss to his lover’s curls, the thought of a curly haired archer making him smile and make a mental note to get his partner a hair cut again. He had a bad habit of letting it grow out and when it grew out, it tended to catch in the bow string. The smile dropped off his face as he curled his arm around the lean waist, pulling the long, strong body closer to him, rubbing at one hip with a thumb.
He had known since before he had started to sleep with Clint that the other man hovered on the edge of the BDSM community, which was why they often sent him in when a mission came from that world that not many know. But outside of the missions, he sometimes disappeared for a few nights to just relax and let go before coming back relaxed and content.
But since they had come together, Clint had curbed those needs, turning them into need for his lover in all facets of their relationships so as to not overwhelm Phil. When he thought about it, Phil became slightly uncomfortable with the thought that his lover had to redirect his energy from something that he needed into something that he had just to keep what he had.
He had been working on learning what the world was about, not wanting Clint to give up something that helped him keep his sanity. He had talked with a professional master, had actually done a few scenes when he had been a younger agent just joined with S.H.I.E.L.D. Phil had enjoyed it but he found when he had to act as a master he enjoyed the scene even more. After those first few missions, he had done it off and on for nearly two years before leaving it when his training started to pick up and his life became a lot more time restricted.
But now with Clint, he wanted to get back into it, reawaken his past and get back into that mind set once more. Stretching once more, Phil smiled softly, shifting he and his lover onto their sides, curling around the other as he pulled him close. He would talk with his mate in the morning about what he wanted when it came to their relationship, feeling that such things would be something that they would do only on occasion, for special reasons or to relax.
Sliding his hand down over Clint’s stomach, Phil idly played with the curled hair around his lover’s length before sliding his hand upwards once more, sighing as he relaxed into the heat of his partner. He was feeling good, once more riding that hazy line of the in-between of sleep and wakefulness, nuzzling into soft hair and humming in contentment.
He knew he would be talking with his partner in the morning, after they had had their morning coffee and woken up from their post sex sleep. Phil would broach the subject with his lover before making any real decision on how they wanted to go about things. For now, with a yawn, he wanted to do nothing more than to curl up and sleep, nose buried in his mate’s hair and arms wrapped tight around the compact body pressed against his own.
Yawning once more, Phil fell asleep finally, smiling as Clint muttered something about dancing enchilada’s and eating them to beat them next to him.
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