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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: 47
Character: Phil/Clint
Word count: 2,247
AN: Almost forgot about posting this! So sorry you guys but I kind of got busy with writing up another chapter of some of my stories seeing as I'm doing CampNaNo once more. :P *chuckles* Hope you guys like it!
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The coffee had been made and poured, breakfast was baking in the oven, the scent of cinnamon dancing in the air along with the scent of caramelized sugar. Clint was sitting on a thick, soft pillow, inhaling the scent of his vanilla tinted coffee as he tried to fully wake up. Westerfield was curled up on his lap, decked out with a brand new collar and tags from the girls and freshly washed. He had attached himself to them the moment that the girls had dropped him off, much to their amusement.
“Clint, I’ve been thinking about something,” Phil said as he stirred his coffee, pouring a bit more of the cream into his coffee before tossing the spoon into the sink. Tasting his coffee, he smiled at the sleepily curious look he was getting.
“Was that why you were up for a good hour after I went down?” Clint asked, voice rough, well used the night before.
Smirking smugly, Phil tasted his coffee before nodding his head. “Yeah, sorry about that. I had to think about some things before I said anything about it,” he said, leaning against the counter as Clint hummed and drained his coffee with a sigh.
“So, hit me with it,” Clint stated, nodding his head that he was ready for whatever his lover wanted to say.
Phil took a slow, deep breath and then asked, “Do you want to go to the club with me? And I’m not talking dance clubs.” Clint blinked a few times at him before rocking back on his seat as the implications hit him hard.
“You mean…?” he trailed off, Phil nodding his head in return. Clint blew out a slow breath, surprised by the offer. He had known that his lover had hit the clubs a few times as an agent, which wasn’t that odd considering that most agents did at least one BDSM themed mission in their career. Rolling his head, he stretched his arms with a grunt before leaning forward with a frown, thinking about what was being offered.
Before he had Phil, he would go to the clubs that he knew were discreet, safe, and just let go. He wanted to do nothing more then lose himself in the pleasure and pain that was offered by some of his favored masters. It had been a way for him to shed off the stress that he had been feeling after the harder missions, the ones that haunted his every step afterward. He didn’t indulge in it all of the time, not wanting to lose the specialness of it, but he did it every six months or so when he had time.
But once he had become lovers with Phil, he had stopped that, not wanting to even chance cheating on his lover. He had found different outlets for his energy and stress, but still he had the urge to go back to the clubs once more, join in on the release of being in charge in any possible way.
Sighing softly, Clint nodded his head when Phil poured some fresh coffee, not having noticed that he had drained his coffee while he had been thinking. Watching as his partner poured himself a fresh cup, he put the now wiggling Westerfield down onto the floor before sitting up straight again. “I suppose that I do want to go back…and if it’s with you, I’m all for it,” he finally said, getting a smile from his partner.
Chuckling softly, Phil nodded his head, adding fresh cream and sugar to his cup of coffee before offering both containers to Clint. “Good. Which club would you like to go to and what would you feel comfortable with?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Clint hummed softly in thought as he made his own coffee, forgoing the creamer and reaching for the vanilla syrup that he had made. Adding a bit of that, he smiled and shrugged. “We’re going to need to shop for a few things, like a proper collar for me, as you well know. We’ll also need new clubbing clothing and other things. As for when we get there,” he drawled, closing his eyes as he sipped at the steaming coffee. “Well, as for when we get there, I don’t mind small crowd scenes. I’m not much into the full club audience scenes.”
“So only private scenes with maybe one or two people we trust and like?” Phil asked, Clint nodding his head. “Does your favorite club require contracts between us?” he continued, making mental notes on what needed to be done before they went to the club.
“Yeah. At least for when we are there. It takes in couples who only go to the club for the occasional scene or to relax, but allows those who are there to learn and who wish to research what the scene is all about,” Clint replied, smiling and nodding his head. “I’ll find the basic contract that they give to all new couples and then we’ll work out what we want to keep and get rid of. Sounds good?” he asked.
Phil nodded his head, finally just digging around in their catch all drawer for a small note pad, making notes on it. “Do we bring our own equipment? Or do they provide safe, good equipment?”
“Both actually. I do suggest bringing our own equipment because their stuff is first come first serve unless it’s been reserved and that can take months to get a reservation,” Clint replied. “We’ll get a full kit when we go for the collar. Some of the things we can even use when it’s just us and no one else,” he purred, promise evident in his voice and making Phil flush at the thought of what his lover was suggesting.
“Make a list, Clint, while you take a hot bath and I’ll find out how much we can get away with spending,” Phil stated, getting a smirk. Clint slid off of the stool, taking the pillow with him to put back on the bed and did just that. He took a hot bath in their bathroom with some herbal scented bath oils that they found helped them both to be able to move without wincing, writing out a rather extensive list of everything that he had a feeling that they needed.
The list included toys, both vanilla and made for the scene that they wanted to do, supplies to keep the toys in working shape, and several types of oils and lubes that they could use that he knew they both enjoyed. Once he was done with the list and a general pricing of each item, he set it aside and slid further down into the water with a sigh. Phil came into the bathroom and used the shower stall, washing off the last of their night together and giving Clint a show, making the man smirk smugly at it.
Once they were both done with that, Phil placed the money that they had for their shopping trip into an envelope and pulled his computer close to him so he could properly price what they were going to buy. As he did that, Clint got out of the bath, dried off, dressed and hitched Westerfield into his little harness and leash, laughing softly as the young puppy tried to chew on it to get it off.
Done with their chores, the two lovers headed out, taking one of the vans to the store that Clint had gone to for his supplies before he had gotten with Phil. The entire time that they were going over everything, the archer explained what some items were used for, his partner had a soft flush on his cheeks. If he didn’t know any better, Clint would have thought that it was Phil’s first time in an all inclusive porn shop, but he knew that it was just the fact that it was because there was so many things offered.
A lot of them that he wanted to try on Clint himself.
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