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Side Effects	By : Sinclaire_Threnody Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Side Effects
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   The Tesseract certainly did have some interesting side effects...

   Loki hissed as teeth scraped across the skin of his collar bone, biting down sharply when he tried to squirm away from the sting. If he had known his pet was a biter, he might not have been so quick to take him in. Or at least trained him better.

   “Getting a little above your station, my Hawk,” he admonished, twisting his hand into short brown hair and tugging firmly. A deep groan met his ears and the teeth quickly left his skin, followed by panting breaths and the wet swipe of a tongue over what would have been a respectable bruise had he been mortal. “That’s better. Play nice, Agent Barton.”

   His pet’s reply to that was to yank the hand free of his hair and pin it to the wall behind him to mirror the other. Loki smirked into the glaring blue irises below him, allowing his pet this small favor. True, he could overpower him any time he chose, but Barton had proven most useful to him since his arrival. It was only prudent to reward one’s pets when they showed their loyalty.

   When the Tesseract had infected Barton, the shock of his change had made him much more susceptible to Loki’s own influence, but that had worn off fairly quickly. Much like one would recover from a blow to the head, Barton’s personality had resurfaced with alarming accuracy. He was still very much in thrall to Loki, but no longer was he a mindless puppet dancing on strings. No, now he wanted things, and in some cases demanded them, in no uncertain terms. And right now, he wanted Loki, naked, panting and hard beneath him.

   Well, he was a good pet, biting aside. And Loki found he had very little about the situation to object to, as long as Barton knew who, exactly, was really in charge here. Sometimes, his Hawk had a distinct lack of respect for authority.

   And other times, he actually knew his proper place. The grin on Loki’s face might have been frightening if anyone other than his pet had seen it, but he couldn’t quite help it as Barton sank to his knees before him. His hands were released in favor of grasping his hips, pinning him back against the wall. His Hawk was quite the aggressive creature when the mood took him, even when in such a submissive position.

   Loki knew better than to assume his pet was subdued, however. He was on his knees because he wanted to be; and who was he to deny him this? It was only fitting, after all. Soon, everyone would be kneeling before him. Perhaps not in quite the same way...

   The wet and heat came on so suddenly that he very nearly cried out. He managed to restrain himself to merely bucking sharply into his pet’s mouth with a hissing breath between clenched teeth. He glared down into smirking blue eyes that were entirely too knowing for Loki’s taste. His hands found their way back to tangle into his pet’s hair, gripping firmly enough to guide that mouth over his length at his own pace. There were only so many liberties he was willing to allow.

   Barton took him remarkably easily; it made Loki wonder just where his pet had learned to do this. The Tesseract had allowed him access to Barton’s mind, but only to what he needed for the Cube’s own ends. Everything else was shut to him. What he wouldn’t give to be allowed free reign behind those piercing eyes. Eyes that stared up at him almost adoringly as his mouth was steadily fucked.

   His pet would not be content with just this, though, and soon enough, Loki found his wrists once more pinned against the wall. A sharp nip to the edge of his hip was met with a warning hiss and a glare of flashing green eyes. Even now, still on his knees, Barton was challenging him. It was calling up something primal within Loki that was rarely allowed to surface.

   With his wrists pinned, Loki waited to see what his pet would do next. He was not disappointed when Barton stood to his feet and pressed his own hard length against him. He ground against him for a few beats with a low, growling groan. The sound seemed to go straight to Loki’s cock, and he felt himself twitch impatiently. If his pet didn’t hurry up and decide what he wanted, Loki was going to take things into his own hands - literally.

   He needn’t have worried; Barton was anything but shy when it came to getting what he wanted. His back left the wall and suddenly he was in the air. The shock of actually being thrown was so foreign that it didn’t register until he was sprawled on his back across a table he could have sworn hadn’t been there before. When it did, however, he was less than pleased. He raised himself up on his elbows, eyes flashing.

   “You-!”

   He didn’t get the chance to finish as a hand closed around his throat and suddenly he was being manhandled into a bruising kiss. He felt his legs being shoved apart and a solid body stepping between them to press their arousals together. The hand not occupied with his throat reached down to grasp his hip and pull him even harder into the other, nearly pulling him off the table’s edge. Despite himself, Loki couldn’t help the sharp spike of desire he felt at the rough handling.

   The kiss ended with a scrape of teeth and a low curse from his pet. His ire dampened - for the moment - Loki let his pet have his way for a little while longer. He found himself curious to see how far Barton would take his assumed dominance.

   “You’re being awfully demanding, my Hawk,” Loki murmured.

   Barton leaned forward into his throat, mouthing at his pulse, though thankfully not biting this time. “Just want you,” he groaned against the dampened skin. The words - the first he’d spoken since they began their little tryst - were laced with such desperate urgency that it almost surprised the demigod. Almost.

   “And what is it you want of me? Exactly. Tell me, pet, and I just might give it to you.”

   His words were met with a sharp buck of the hips, and there was the biting as his pet tried to muffle his groan.

   “Anything. Anything, just want you,” came the panting reply. If it were possible, he would have pressed even further into Loki’s body.

   And there was that spike of desire he felt again at those words. He twitched against his pet’s stomach.

   “And if I choose to give you nothing? What will you do, my Hawk?”

   Barton whimpered and clutched at him tighter. “No,” he gasped. “Need you, please. Please. Anything.”

   Loki hissed and bucked against his pet. Fuck, that begging, in that voice, both pleading and demanding at the same time. How could he deny such a gorgeous request?

   Fisting a handful of his pet’s hair, Loki turned his face up to his own. The swirling blue irises were clouded with lust, looking into his own so pleadingly.

   “Anything, then?”

   A panting, gasped “Please.”

   Without releasing his grip on his pet’s hair, eyes still locked, Loki reached down between their bodies and took them both in hand. His breath hitched at the look of bliss that overtook Barton’s face at the long-awaited contact. His eyelids fluttered, but his pet knew better than to look away.

   Gripping his hand tighter, Loki began a slow rhythm, rocking his hips on each upward stroke. The table began to rock with their movements, more so when Barton began to move against him. Arms braced against the table to keep them steady, he had more leverage to move, and made good use of it. When Loki sped up his strokes, he lost most of his restraint and bucked hard into his hand. The table moved a few inches backwards with a harsh scraping sound that neither of them heard.

   Loki heard and saw nothing but his pet’s growls and the luminous blue of his eyes. He was close, much closer than he would care to admit, but Barton was right there with him, almost undone. He could feel the trembling of his body in each harsh push of his hips and hear it in the shuddering of his breath.

   “Is this what you wanted, pet?” Loki breathed, holding his gaze.

   “You... just you. Fuck! Just want you... please!”

   “Since you ask so nicely,” Loki brought their faces closer, until their gazes were all they could see of each other. “Let go, my Hawk. Give me everything.” And with a shaking whisper that could barely be heard; “Come for me.”

   It was like falling into the void all over again as he plunged over the edge along with his pet. Gravity dropped away, and the only thing grounding him was the pulsing flesh in his hand and the bruising grip around his thighs. He might have made a noise, but honestly couldn’t hear anything but his pet’s growling moan against his throat as he did his best to grind him right through the tabletop.

   Loki fell back across the table, and Barton collapsed on top of him, nearly losing his footing and falling to the floor with the sudden loss of his balance. Small tremors wracked his body as he tried to get his feet back under him. Loki chuckled indulgently and helped him stand back up with another tug on his hair.

   “Perhaps it would be prudent if, in the future, we find a flat surface more... adequate for such activities,” he quipped.

   Still trying to get his breath, Barton smirked up at him. “Yes, sir.”
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