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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: 48
Character: Phil/Clint
Word count: 2,129
AN: We're almost to the end you guys. After this chapter, only about 4 more to go. That means one more month before this is done and over with! Good lord, it has been a wild ride, hasn't it? I hope you enjoy this chapter. :D *hugs*
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When they finally went to the club, having bought all new outfits and toys that had been placed into a hard sided duffel bag, they were still amused by their friends reactions. Most of the Avengers gave them odd looks for their choice of outfits when they had finally seen them, Tony and Bruce just looking mildly amused. Phil was wearing a pair of leather pants that were soft and molded to his body, matching the loose velvety soft shirt that he wore in color. He wore a simple pair of boots that he rather liked and had stashed in his closet for those dates with Clint that required something other than loafers.
Clint though was wearing a bit less than his lover. He wore a pair of leather jeans that laced up the sides, flashing skin with every movement of long legs and a simple sleeveless shirt. The collar that rested around his neck had been specially made just for him so fit beautifully while also allowing him to easily breath. It also had a ring for the leash that Phil would put on him when they got to the club.
Tony was leering at them and swirling a cup of scotch, hiding his knowledge with jokes. “So, gonna play with your pet there, Coulson?” he asked, Bruce flushing and shaking his head with a groan. Steve just hid himself behind a sketch book, sighing softly to himself as he tried to keep from turning bright red at the thought of two of his friends indulging in such a thing. Natasha just ducked down in her own seat while Thor watched with wide eyes.
Coulson just gave Tony a look that promised retribution later on as Clint smirked and winked at him, dragging his lover out of the tower and to the van that waited for them with their duffel of toys. “Come on, lover boy, let’s ignore him. He doesn’t know what he’s missing,” he soothed when the other male started to grumble about perverted genius’ and their need to annoy.
“You’re right,” Coulson said, smirking as they climbed into the van, the handler driving them to the club that Clint enjoyed the most. They had a copy of their contract that stated their relationship in and out of the work place wouldn’t be changing, they were just adding a new element that wouldn’t be used all that often. It was something that they had agreed to when they had first gotten together but now it was down on paper, signed by them and witnessed by Natasha.
Who had told them to play safe and have lots of fun while smirking at them.
Arriving at the club, they filed the copy of their contract before renting a room that was on the second floor with a one way window to watch what happened down below without being watched themselves. Once there, Clint was told to strip and sent to a pillow near the window to watch the action down below while Phil set out what he wanted to use, including the newest restraints.
He had gone over what he remembered with Natasha and gotten some new ideas from the assassin as he had packed the bag, going for some of the simpler items. A flogger made of supple material with a matching whip, a few bottles of different types of oils that were made to sooth ones hurts and a few toys that he would use to open his lover up later in the play. Looking over to Clint, Phil smiled at the way his lover was watching a new scene down below.
Full lips were tugged slightly into a smile while eyes were half lidded, Clint already preparing for what was to come. He knew that if anything should happen, his lover would be there to protect him.
Finishing with the set up, Phil strolled over, picking up his bottle of soda, and drank half of it down before putting it back down onto the table. “Are you thirsty?” he asked, Clint not moving outside of his eyes closing most of the way and sliding towards him.
“Yes, sir,” came the prompt reply. Phil hummed and picked up the other bottle of soda and walked over, tipping his lover’s head back and opening his mouth before pouring some of the soda in. “Swallow,” he instructed once he had finished, Clint closing his mouth and swallowing, smiling up at him. “Good boy. Come on, stand up and walk over to the seat.”
Standing up, Clint did as he was instructed, walking over to the seat. It wasn’t much of a seat, but rather a creation that could be used. It could be moved into various positions, all of them created for the comfort of whoever was attached to it or was sitting on it. Setting it up so that his lover was facing it, arms wrapped around the back of it as he straddled the seat, Phil used the restraints to make sure the other was in place before stepping back.
“Is it fine?” he asked, Clint testing the restraints subtly before nodding his head with a smile.
“Yes, sir,” Clint replied, Phil stroking a hand through his hair and making him hum in pleasure.
“Good. You know the rules. If you’re not comfortable, you tell me after saying purple. If you want to stop, you say rose,” he said, the two words having been agreed upon by them as words that neither of them would forget any time soon.
Clint nodded his head. “Yes, sir.” Settling into the seat, he hummed lowly with a smile, waiting for what was going to come next, sighing as a blindfold was settled over his eyes. He moaned when Phil’s fingers raked through his hair, smoothing it out as he rested his arms on the offered arm rests attached to the back of the seat.
He relaxed into the seat, going with it when it was flattened out, moving easily to lay onto his stomach, head turned to the side as he listened to Phil move around the room. He gasped when he felt the flogger whisper over his skin in a teasing movement as it was danced over his back. “I want you to keep as still as possible,” came the instruction.
“Yes, sir,” Clint gasped, shivering under the feel of the flogger against his skin. When the first strike came, it was light, making the strike area tingle even as the flogger went back to just brushing up and down his back.
“Very good boy,” Phil hummed into his ear, Clint already falling into his head, floating on the trust and love for his lover.
The next swat came suddenly, along with the next, harder than the first one, making the skin throb and tingle where the flogger had landed. He allowed himself to make noise, body relaxed but still not moving, knowing that if he did, the pleasure would end and he would be punished. Gasping and moaning with each strike to his back, ass and thighs, Clint curled his fingers around the arm rests, feeling the blood surging to his length, making him whimper in need to shift into a better position.
Phil paused, stroking a hand over the redness, soothing him with just a touch. “Go ahead and move into a more comfortable position, Clint. Don’t be afraid to,” he said, getting a sigh of relief as the archer lifted his hips so that his length could nestle against his stomach in the indented section of the backing.
“Thank you, sir,” Clint said, smiling as he was once more petted by his partner, the pleasurable torment starting up again. Between the flogger and the whip, he was reduced to a pleading mess even before Phil started with the toys, mixing between the two to bring the most pleasure that he could for his lover. The words that came out of his mouth were filthy, promising a loving that would make it so that he had to be carried out of the club in front of all the people down below.
The thought garnered a moaning shudder from Clint, making Phil smirk as he stroked his own length, still mostly dressed aside from his shirt having been tossed aside.
Clint was grasping onto the armrests, body completely limp as his back, thighs and ass hummed with the stinging that came from the whip and flogger. The toy that was buried in him the same size and length as his partner was twitched with each subtle movement of his body. He sobbed when the hits and brushes stopped, the sound of a bottle opening not registering in his hearing before two slicked covered hands stroked down his back, soothing the sting, before they removed the toy in him.
He groaned when something made of flesh and steel filled him instead of the toy, following the coaxing hands that lifted his hips up, feet placed on the floor as he felt Phil bottom out fully. All that came from him was a soft sigh of pleasure, a smile dancing over Clint’s lips as he went limp once more, the chair and the hands on his hips holding him up as his lover moved. The slow movements in and out of his body was a contrast to the hits and filthy words from earlier. The brush of leather against the sensitive skin of his ass sent shivers through him as he whined, needing to come but not able to until his lover told him he could.
The archer shuddered as a strong hand came around to curl around his length, stroking in time with the thrusts into his body, making Clint whine in need, head arched back. A sharp nip to his shoulder told him that he wasn’t in trouble but should control himself as much as he could even as Phil sped up his movements.
“I want you to come for me, my little archer. Show me how much you like having me buried in you, fucking you into a senseless mess,” Phil purred, Clint shuddering before crying out and spilling over the seat, dragging him over the edge with. Groaning after a few moments, resting his head against his lover’s back, the handler pulled away with a slick pop, smirking when Clint whined, unable to do much more with how sated he was.
Wiping himself off with some of the wipes in the duffle bag, Phil tucked himself away once more before cleaning Clint’s back up as much as possible. Uncuffing him from the straps, he used some of the massage oil that he had used earlier on the marks created by their toys to rub feeling back into his partner’s arms, sliding the blindfold up slightly and smiling at the glazed look in the eyes that stared back at him.
Once he was sure that Clint could use his arms properly, Phil picked him up and placed him onto the couch on his stomach before using more of the oil on the marks, watching them fade to a dusky pink color. After that was done, he turned to tending to the toys, making sure each one was well cared for before placing them away into their personal containers and tucking the containers into the bag once more. Finished with that, Phil returned to his lover with the neatly folded pile of clothes and gently slid them onto the limp body, Clint still not completely there.
Shaking his head, he cleaned down the chair, setting it back into its original position before moving to gather his other half. He knew the back way out, because despite his words, he was a possessive bastard and didn’t want anyone else to see his partner in his post-haze state. “Come on, lover, let’s head home,” Phil drawled, hauling Clint up onto his feet, grabbing the bag and dropping a large tip into the tip drawer before leading the out of it archer down the stairs and out the back door to their van.
Once they got home, Phil made sure that his lover was comfortable in their bed, checked on the dozing Westerfield, who had somehow wrapped himself around the rawhide bone that he had gotten from Pepper, and made something easy to eat for the both of them. As they ate, Clint sipping at broth since it was nicer to his throat, the older of the two chuckled lowly. “Seems as if it was quite a bit of fun and relaxing for both of us.”
“Yep,” Clint husked, smirking slightly. “Let’s do it for your birthday.” Phil just chuckled and stole a broth flavored kiss from the other male.
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