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Abuse Me In All Ways	By : Portmanteu Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3492 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Abuse Me In All Ways
- 2-In Which Clint Takes Control
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     My hands are strong. As an archer, they kinda have to be. But they never feel stronger than when I have them fisted in Loki’s hair, holding him tight against me as I give him what he needs. And truth be told, there’s some small part of me that’s come to look forward to this.

     When he says those words, and in that tone, I’m immediately hard. He knows this, but we don’t ever really talk about it.

     I remember the first time. Loki had been pacing about, very on edge and uncommunicative. I figured that if he wanted me to know what the deal was, then he would eventually tell me. Finally, he had crossed the room and perched on the edge of the couch, opposite me.

     “I…need something from you, Barton,” he had said. It was both the phrasing and the tone that caught my attention. As a God, Loki did not make requests, he gave orders. To hear something other than demands pass his lips was a bit puzzling. And his tone, usually so confident was this time halting, almost hesitant.

     “Sure. Whatever you need,” I had answered, stuffing down my uncertainty.

     Loki had uttered a high laugh that had an edge of panic. “You say that now,” he chided. “But perhaps you will not be quite so willing once I explain what it is I need you to do.”

     “You’re making me a little nervous here, boss. Don’t like it.”

     “No more than I, Barton, and that is the truth.”

     I leaned forward, my hands clasped between my knees. “So tell me.”

     And he did. In far greater detail than I was initially comfortable hearing. When he was done speaking, Loki wouldn’t meet my eyes, and I was mollified to see a faint blush in his cheeks.

     “So, let me get this straight,” I began slowly. “You want me to do this? To…how did you put it? Abuse you in all ways?”

     “Yes,” Loki answered quietly. “And I do not just want this. I need it.”

     “But…why?”

     “Nevermind,” Loki snarled. “If you are unwilling then I shall find someone else!”

     “Hang on. I didn’t say no. I just like to know the reasoning behind anything I do. Especially since this seems so…out of character for you.”

     Loki huffed a deep sigh. “I-I do not know why I crave this, Barton. I just do. It helps to take the edge off somehow.” He raised his eyes to mine then, poison green and shining in a way I’d never seen before. “Will you,” he questioned.

     I hadn’t answered at first. Just sat there, studying him and the strange mix of desire and apprehension on his face. This was an unexpected development; a side of Loki I hadn’t anticipated. The moment stretched out, my mind racing through the possible outcomes of taking this particular path. And when Loki opened his mouth to speak, I rose to my feet and crossed the space between us in three short strides.

     I wasn’t sure what I was about to do, and from the look on Loki’s face, neither was he. But my right hand shot forward, tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck and I yanked him off the couch. “On your fucking knees,” I growled.

     He immediately complied, biting back a soft moan as I tightened my fist and turned his face up to meet my gaze. A part of me was detached and watched Loki’s reaction in a purely clinical way. Had he wanted me to stop, or if I had done something to displease him, he could have easily taken me apart with his bare hands. But he didn’t. Instead he rocked back on his heels and waited for what came next.

     I brought my free hand up to Loki’s face, running my thumb over his lower lip. “Open,” I commanded, and again he complied. He took my thumb into his mouth, sucking hard, eyes locked on mine. His tongue swirled around my knuckles, then pressed rhythmically against the pad of my thumb, teasing. “Oh. Showing off your talent, huh,” I smirked. “Don’t worry. You’ll get your chance to prove to me what a cock-whore you are.” Loki’s eyes widened slightly at my choice of words, and he gave a slight nod of approval.

     “Hands. On me. Now,” I snarled, giving Loki’s hair a sharp jerk. He moaned around my thumb, tongue still working as he brought his hand up to palm my cock through my pants. I hissed in pleasure at his touch, gratified to feel myself beginning to harden. I arched down, pressing my mouth to his ear and growled, “That’s a good boy.” I ran my tongue along the shell of his ear before biting down, hard. Loki whined, and his hands slid to my belt, fumbling the buckle open. I licked at the angry red mark I’d left on his lobe and chuckled, “Eager? Just can’t wait to swallow down my cock, huh? I suspected a lot of things about you, Loki. But I can’t say that being a slut was one of them.”

     Loki slid my pants down, his eyes finally dropping from my own to take in what I had for him. He moaned and spat out my thumb, lunging forward to swallow my length in one smooth motion. I bit back a hiss of surprise. His mouth was so hot around me, and I lost myself in the rhythm of his lust for a few brief moments before remembering my role. I hid my reluctance as I knotted a hank of his hair around my fist and pulled him off my dick.

     “The fuck you think you’re doing,” I snapped while silently lamenting the loss of his mouth. I gripped his chin roughly in my free hand as I glared down at him. “You don’t make a goddamn move unless I say so. Got it?” Loki nodded frantically as I squatted in front of him, desperately trying to ignore my own aching need. I stared into his eyes for a long moment, making him squirm with unease. I could see the need to please written all over his face, and I wondered what had made him into this. What had occurred to shape him, a God, into such a splintered being? Straddling the line between power plays and debasement, Loki was an enigma.

     I squeezed his chin tighter as I spoke, my voice pitched low so he had to strain to hear me. “I want you out of those clothes and then maybe…maybe…I’ll let you use that pretty little mouth on me.” With that, I shoved him back against the couch and stood, towering over him as he looked up at me from eyes glazed with need. His tongue slicked across his lower lip, his breathing grew ragged, and it was the most magnificent thing I’d ever seen. Turning my back on him, I strode to my chair and sprawled out, watching as the rightful King of Asgard stripped bare.

     My gaze roamed over Loki’s body as he shed his last bit of clothing. He was lean and lissome, skin a pale expanse of ivory, and his arousal blatant. My cock twitched impatiently, and the thought crossed my mind that this game was just as torturous for me although in an entirely different way.

     Loki took a hesitant step toward me and I tsk’d at him. “Don’t you dare move. I want to look at you.” He quickly froze in place and I smirked at him as an idea formed. “Kneel for me,” I cooed, while idly stroking my fingertips up and down my length. Loki stiffened at my words, and I arched an eyebrow at him. “You want this, right,” I asked as I wrapped my fist around my cock, pulling slowly. His eyes followed my every motion, and he visibly swallowed before giving a curt nod. “Then kneel,” I hissed. “Down on your fucking knees, where you belong.”

     The dark-haired God immediately dropped to the floor, and I chuckled. “That’s what I thought. Now. Crawl to me.”

     Loki gave me a smoldering look and for a moment I thought perhaps I’d gone too far. Then he rocked forward and crawled slowly across the room, eyes locked on my dick the entire way. I felt a stab of apprehension; Loki seemed so predatory as he approached. But I tamped that feeling down and curled my lip, sneering at him as he slipped between my wide spread knees.

     “Stop right there,” I commanded. He promptly obeyed, and I felt the thrill of dominance start to rise. This was all so new to me. I had lived a strictly regimented life; always following orders, but rarely, if ever, giving them. Now I had a God at my disposal, and it was quickly becoming clear that he would do whatever I wished.

     “Up on your knees and hands behind you,” I continued. Loki leaned back on his heels, clasping his wrists at the small of his back and eyeing me expectantly. I stretched out my legs to either side of Loki’s knees and continued slowly fisting my cock as I stared him down. He captured his lower lip between his teeth, worrying at it as he watched my every move.

     “You like what you see,” I asked, giving a guttural moan as I squeezed a bit harder.

     “Y-yes,” Loki murmured. “But I would like it more were it my hands on you.”

     “Whore,” I chuckled. “Always wanting. You’re gonna have to learn how to be happy with what I decide to let you have.” Loki’s eyes swept over my body as I stroked and squeezed, languidly jacking off as my gaze bored into him. I watched as his breathing grew more ragged; his chest heaved and his cock twitched impatiently as his thighs trembled. Finally, I lifted my free hand and made a beckoning gesture, at which Loki nearly threw himself upon me. He licked a heated stripe up the underside of my cock, and then looked to me for approval. “Go ahead,” I said. “You’ve been good, so you deserve a reward. Is there anything you’d like?”

     Loki dropped his gaze and slowly voiced his request. “Choke me?” His eyes slid back up to mine, gauging my reaction.

     I reached for his throat, and he leaned back a bit, shaking his head. “Not with your hands,” he whispered, his pointed stare dropping to my lap.

     I groaned at his words, and then fisted my hand in his hair, dragging him down and stuffing his mouth full of my cock. Loki opened his throat and took me deep. I pressed down, forcing him deeper, thrilling at the grasping pressure. My hips bucked up involuntarily, nearly causing him to gag, but he made no move to pull away, only swallowed around my length.

     “Oh, fuck you,” I gasped. “Fuck you and that hot little mouth of yours. I don’t know how you got so good at this, and I don’t really care. Just…milk me dry.” I released his hair and spread my hand, cradling the back of his head, holding him in place as I fucked his throat.

     A tremor ran through Loki’s body, and he twisted in my grasp. I held him down a moment longer, and then pulled him up as he choked and gasped for air. “Again,” I growled, and dragged him back down, burying myself between his spit-slicked lips.

     This went on until I found myself on the verge of coming; the tension in my belly poised and ready to spill. I yanked him up one final time and kissed him harshly, tasting myself as my tongue scrubbed against the roof of his mouth and slid over his teeth. I bit his lip hard, and then gasped, “One more time, princess. I think I’ve got something special for you.” And as I shoved my cock down his throat, I bent myself down and gripped his own leaking length harshly. Loki’s hips snapped up, fucking himself into my fist. “Swallow,” I groaned. “Make me come, you little cock-whore. Do it.” He moaned around my girth, and I pressed him deeper, feeling his body spasming as he thrust his hips. It only took three swallows before I emptied myself down his throat in wave after wave of blinding pleasure. I snarled raggedly, holding his head in place as my orgasm raged, and I tightened my grip until Loki spilled over my fingers, shaking beneath my touch.

     When I finally released him, Loki sagged into my lap, head resting on my thigh. He had a satisfied expression in his eyes, and a slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair and asked, “Was that…okay?”

     “You were far too easy on me, Agent Barton. But for your initial foray, you did well.”

     I snorted with laughter. “So what you’re saying is that next time I need to be a bigger bastard?”

     “Indeed. And next time I expect you to fuck me. You have free reign to unleash all your lust and anger on me. I know you have violence in your mind, my Hawk. You must learn to indulge it; even revel in it. You may be surprised to find you come to enjoy this as much as I do.”

     “You might be right, boss,” I murmured. “You might just be right.”
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