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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: 52
Characters: Phil/Clint
Word count: 1,877
AN: Last Chapter! Say goodbye to this story because it is done and over with!
Starting next week the posting schedule shall be: Whisper to Me Arc 1 Monday and Friday, Ministories on Wednesday.
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Their first night together as a married couple had been spent sleeping off their jet lag from the flight to the house that Tony was loaning to them. Their first day was spent walking around a small village where two gay men didn’t draw any attention even as they bought things for their apartment. But after a dinner at a local restaurant where they had tried quite a few dishes, they had headed back to the home and locked it down.
Phil smirked as he watched his lover pack up their newly acquired items into crates and shipping containers. “I take it that you enjoyed yourself?” he asked, Clint smirking at him.
“Indeed. That one vase we bought Bruce will like, seeing as his birthday is coming up soon,” the archer chuckled, smiling at his husband. He was still so very awed that he had a husband and that he didn’t have to lie about what he did for a living. Phil knew what he did, and fuck if that didn’t make Clint feel good and safe.
“Good,” Phil hummed as Clint finished with his beer. “I have a request though for you,” he said, seeing his lover look interested.
“Oh?” Clint asked, picking up his bottle and looking at it,, trying not to look to interested.
“Yeah. I want you to fuck me,” Phil hummed, smirking at Clint, enjoying the wide eyed look from his husband. It wasn’t often that Phil allowed the younger man so much control, much less bottomed for him so it was a wonderful treat for their first time as husbands.
“Yeah?” Clint asked, smirking when Phil just smiled and headed for the bedroom that they had claimed as their own. Tossing his bottle away, the archer was quick to follow after his partner, intent on enjoying every bit of what was to come.
Once in their room, screened balcony door opened to allow the sounds outside in along with the breeze, Clint pulled Phil close, the two smiling as they stared at each other. Their hands rested on each other’s hips, Clint’s thumbs brushing over his husband’s waist band as they came together in an almost chaste kiss. They just moved their lips together before pulling to smile, lips barely brushing.
Clint already knew that he wanted to take his sweet time with his lover, knowing that they would have another week for their usual sexual acrobatics. For now, he was going to enjoy being with the other man and drive him well and truly crazy. Pulling away from the kiss, Clint hummed lowly and smirked, hands sliding under his partner’s shirt, stroking over soft skin and pulling it up.
Phil smiled slightly and lifted his arms up when his lover made him, chuckling as his shirt was pulled off and tossed to the side. He hummed as they came together in another kiss, both men moaning as the kiss deepened. Tongues tangled and slid, tasting as they chased back and forth, Clint sliding his hands down his husband’s lean back, making him moan.
Breaking the kiss, Clint licked his lips and smirked at the dark eyes that bored into his full of lust and love. Tugging his lover towards the bed, he pushed Phil down to sit on it, pulling his shirt off before kneeling down before his husband. He stripped off the handler’s shoes and socks, tossing them into the ever growing pile. Smiling, he stayed between Phil’s legs and initiated another kiss.
Phil moaned, wrapping his arms around Clint’s neck and shifting so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Clint hummed and stroked his hands down his husband’s ribs and then to his back, roaming up the strong muscles that he loved feeling. The handler smiled into the kiss as it broke once more, both men smiling with swollen lips.
“I forgot how much time you take to drive me nuts,” Phil chuckled, Clint smirking at him as he flicked open his husband’s khaki’s.
“Just lean back for me so I can get these pants open,” Clint stated, Phil chuckling lowly as he did so, leaning back on his hands. He lifted his hips, watching as the archer pulled his pants and boxers down, tossing them to the side onto the pile.
Humming softly, Clint eyed the body before him, feeling lust sing through him as he smirked at the sight. He loved how Phil worked so very hard to keep healthy, working out at least four days a week, especially since it showed so well in the strong muscles that shifted under strong, slightly scarred skin. Reaching out, he stroked his hands down from strong shoulders over strong pecs to tease at dark nipples before moving down lower to toned stomach and thighs. Phil was hard, his length curving upwards towards his stomach as his lover moved forward, bringing his face close to it.
Clint hummed a s he stroked his hands back up Phil’s thighs before he curled his fingers around the hard prick before him. Shifting on his knees, he licked his lips and leant forward to taste his lover’s cock, going from base to tip in one long lick. Phil moaned and fell back onto the bed, letting his partner do what he wanted, muscles twitching as the archer teased him with kisses to his hips, balls and prick, and the occasional lick.
Clint purred lowly as he teased and tasted, sometimes taking the cock into his mouth, wetting it to help his hand move over the hard length. He had plans on what he was going to do but he didn’t want to just jump into it. First he was going overwhelm his lover with pleasure before he moved on.
Flicking his eyes up to Phil’s face, he smirked at the panting, flushed male, brown eyes staring down at him. “Enjoying yourself there?” he purred, his husband groaning lowly as his head thumped back against the bed, eyes closed. Chuckling, Clint released the prick in his hand and stood, wincing at how tight his pants were feeling. “I need you to move back against the pillows, lover. I’m not young enough to be able to kneel on the ground for long while giving a blow job without padding.”
Phil chuckled, the sound rough, and moved to flop back against their pillows, Clint grabbing the lube that they had stashed when they had arrived at the house. “You will end up killing me one day,” he stated, his lover smirking.
“No, I won’t,” Clint chuckled as he climbed onto the bed, eyes bright with amusement and love. Straddling Phil’s lap, he leaned over and slowly kissed him, their hands wondering, Phil working on getting off his lover’s pants
“Why are you still wearing your pants?” he asked, freeing the hard prick that he could feel.
Clint just chuckled, sliding off of his lap and standing next to the bed, wiggling out of his jeans and boxers. “Because I was focused on teasing you,” he responded as he climbed back onto the bed. “And because I forgot about them.” He straddled Phil’s legs once more and smirked down at him. “Now, what to do with you?” he mused.
“Fuck me?” Phil suggested as he smirked at his lover. His hands came to rest on Clint’s thighs and just brushed the tips of his fingers over the soft skin there.
Clint hummed and moved to kneel between Phil’s legs, watching his husband move his legs into a more comfortable position. Picking up the bottle, he shook it hard and poured some of the lube into one hand, warming the slickness with a smirk. Cupping his lover’s sac with a wet hand, he used his other hand to trail down to the tight hole that he wanted.
Leaning over his lover, Clint took the tip of his lover’s cock into his mouth and sucked as he worked his hands over the balls and hole, sliding a finger past the ring of muscles. Humming as he felt Phil relax around his finger, he flicked his eyes up to his husband’s face, and slowly started to rock his finger in and out of the tight body. He mentally smirked as the other man moaned lowly, making sure that the muscles were relaxing before he added another finger.
As he worked his fingers in and out, Clint sucked on the hard prick before him, rolling his tongue around the hardness as his other hand gently tugged on the balls that he was holding. Phil groaned and twitched his hips upwards as he shuddered, slowly being driven crazy by the archer’s knowing hands. He barely noticed when a third finger worked its way into him alongside the other two fingers.
Groaning when Clint pulled off of his cock and pulled his fingers out, Phil opened his eyes and looked up at his partner as he slid up to leave over his partner. One hand came to rest on the bed next to his head while the other was between them, stroking on lube over Clint’s length. “Ready?” the archer asked, brushing their lips together, getting a smirk from the other male.
“What do you think?” Phil asked, feeling the prick press against his body and slip past the ring of muscles easily. He had to hiss at the burn that came with not having bottomed for a while, breathing slowly and relaxing once Clint had bottomed out.
Clint stroked his hands up and down Phil’s thighs as he watched his lover relax slowly. “You okay?” he asked, jaw clenching as he stopped himself from moving as he was squeezed.
“Yeah, I am,” Phil said after a few minutes, nodding his head with a smirk. He moaned when Clint curled his hand around his prick and stroked a few times, spreading the pre-cum around. “Fucking hell, move.”
Clint smirked and started to do just what his lover wanted him to do. He pulled out before rocking back in-wards, angling his thrusts to stroke over the nub of nerves that got growls of pleasure from Phil. His hand kept the even pace that he had set with his hips, getting low moans from his husband. He eventually started to move faster when he got demands for it, their climaxes tightening within their groins.
Phil was the first to come, gasping out Clint’s name as he spilled over his stomach and the moving hand. Clint grunted before he moaned and spilled, shuddering at the sudden high of pleasure. Slowly pulling out, he flopped down next to his still dazed husband before rolling towards him and laying his head onto his chest.
“Best honeymoon night ever,” Clint huffed, drawing a chuckle from his husband.
“Yeah, but we do have another five days here to make them all that much better,” Phil purred, Cling leering up at him as his hand dancing through the cum on his lover’s stomach.
They didn’t know what the future held for them, had no idea what villains would come at them much less what the Avengers would eventually get up to. But they had each other and that made all the difference.
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