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"Attend to me, Agent Barton."

That fucking voice. Low and melodious and with a smoky undertone that doesn't give a hint as to exactly how batshit insane the speaker truly is.

I know, though.

I've seen firsthand what he can do; what he likes to do. The way his eyes glitter when he steals a person's will. The pleased little smile that curves his mouth when he fills your head with his wants and his needs, shoving the whole of you into a distant corner of your mind to rant and rail and, ultimately, not be able to do a thing to resist.

I've watched him jam that spear through a mercenary's throat when his usefulness was outlived; and another just…disappeared after a few whispered words and a pass of that slim, pale hand. That sort of freaked me out a little. But through it all, I stood at his side. Ready and willing for whatever came next. His obedient little thrall.

And that galls me to no fucking end, because I am not in any way, shape or form obedient. I tend to push the line; question every order; and I've managed to piss off every boss I've ever had.

But not this time.

No. This time, I've been remade into an automaton. So eager to follow every command; so quick to act at a moment's notice. Well…on the outside, at least. But inside? I'm still here.

I just take up less space now, and have very little control over what my body does.

"Agent," he snaps. "To me. NOW!"

And just like that my legs are carrying me into the bedroom of the hotel suite we're currently occupying; double-timing it to make up for the slight delay. My eyes cut to Loki as soon as I round the corner, and immediately I'm cursing up a blue streak; struggling to keep myself from going to him. Because the Asgardian armor he usually sports is long gone, and that lean and dangerous motherfucker is wearing a suit.

And it's a gorgeous one, of course.

A shudder runs through me then, and I'm slightly shocked to realize that the motion made its' way outside of my small prison to affect my outer shell.

Loki's eyes narrow as he notices, and he cocks his head in an attitude of curiosity. "What was that, my Hawk," he questions.

'Oh, nothing,' I want to scream. 'You just managed to accidentally press my biggest fucking kink button.'

Instead I hear myself say, "I'm not quite sure, sir."

And then the god is stalking toward me and I'm watching the way he moves, and the cut of the fabric as it moves with him, and I feel a moan rising because it's been so long; too long, really and if he wasn't a murderous, crazy alien I would SO be all ove…no. I have to stop thinking right now. Because he's going to do that trick where he touches my forehead and looks into my mind and I can't, I won't let him see how much I'd like to…oh.

Too late.

Quick as a snake, Loki places his fingertips to my temple, and I can feel him pulling and sifting my thoughts, searching for the cause of my trembling. It only took a moment for him to find the reason, and then his eyes lift to meet mine. I expect, at best, a disdainful sneer. At worst a look of triumph. But what I got instead was completely unexpected.

Surprise floods those poison green eyes, and he pushes deeper into my thoughts, going further back, to before he remade me. He finds my first impression of him; my thought of 'Well if that's what's on the other side of the door, maybe we should have opened it sooner.'

My immediate assessment of his face and form laid bare for him to examine, and just like that, he knew everything I thought in those few short seconds before it all went south.

And I can't stop thinking about him in that fucking suit, so of course he wades through those thoughts as well.

Goddamn it.

"Why, Agent Barton," he chides gently as he finally pulls his hand away from my temple. "I had no idea you found me so…enticing."

"Hard not to, sir. Especially now," I hear myself reply, and I want to wring my own neck, even though I'm only confirming what he already knows. Not too often you're stabbed in the back by yourself…and it's a weird fucking feeling; one that I don't really recommend.

Loki gives me a thoughtful look and immediately an icy wave of apprehension washes over me. I think I know where this is going, and I don't like it one little bit. But there's not a whole hell of a lot I can do about it if he decides he wants to test my limits, now is there? He's stronger, faster, in command of skills I could never hope to equal. If he wants to take me, force me, make me follow through on my desires…well, I can't stand against that. Even if I was a physical match for him, the thrall would never allow it.

He backs off a little then, smoothing the lapels of the suit and straightening his tie, even though it was already perfectly straight. The bastard shines a cocky grin my way, knowing the effect his motions are having upon me, and I want to clench my teeth and ignore the rising heat in my belly…but I can't. It really has been too long, and I'm helpless in the face of this.

"The truth, if you will, my Hawk," Loki murmurs as he fiddles with the shirt cuffs that peek just the slightest bit from beneath the sleeves of his jacket. "If you were free to do as you wish; if I gave you the opportunity to carry out your deepest desires…what would you do?"

"I'd put an end to you and shake all this off like a bad dream," I ground out.

Loki's mouth turns down in a small moue even as his eyes flash dangerously in response to my words.

"Perhaps I need to rephrase my question," he hissed. "Were you free to act upon the base thoughts I have seen in your mind; free to visit all your pent up lust upon me. What then?"

"I'd fuck you until you couldn't see straight," I answered. "Until you were boneless and shaking and begging me to stop. And then I'd fuck you some more."

There was a nearly imperceptible widening of Loki's eyes, and he was quiet for a long moment, frozen in place as he mulled over my words.

"Well, then, Agent Barton. I believe I have a proposition for you."

I waited for him to continue, alternating between screaming at myself for even considering this and hoping against hope that the fallen god would hold true to his word and allow me out to play. I'd always been able to compartmentalize; to look at things logically, and in this situation I knew there would be no way I could take Loki down bare-handed. Hell, I wasn't even sure I'd make it out from under his thrall alive. So if I was going to be given one last opportunity at pleasure, then I'd be damned if I wasn't going to enjoy it fully.

"I will free you," Loki said quietly. "For a time, and with the one exception being that I continue to control your more…murderous instincts. In all other ways you will be restored." He paused there, his heated gaze crawling over me before he continued. "I will not pretend that I do not hold a measure of curiosity to see if you can deliver on all you have just promised. So tell me, Agent. Is this an agreeable bargain?"

"Yes, sir," I answered. "Very agreeable."

"You may think me a monster," the god whispered. "But I do have my limits. I will not force myself upon you, nor will I order you to give me that which I know you crave. I ask again for the truth. Is this what you want? Do you want me, my Hawk?"

The quiet admission surprised me. Subjugating an entire race didn't seem to bother Loki in the least. And he obviously had no problem outright murdering people. But he drew the line at rape? Strange how the mind works.

"You already know I do," I replied.

"Then have me," Loki said, and placed his hand over my heart.

The shock that hit me at his touch spread an electric fire through my frame, seeping into my limbs and jangling every nerve ending. And as it faded away, I realized I was out of my cage, inhabiting my entire body and fully in command for the first time in god knew how long.

I surged forward, grabbing Loki by the tie and dragging him to me, crashing my mouth into his. He growled deep in his throat, and caught my lower lip between his teeth before he slicked his tongue across my own. I pushed myself tighter against him and was a little surprised and a lot smug to feel that the god was already fully hard and straining.

I guess it had been too long for Loki, as well.

Those pale, slender hands rose to grip my hair, angling my mouth to just under his ear, and he turned his head slightly, a shuddering breath washing hotly across my flesh as he murmured, "You may use your teeth, if you so desire."

I licked across that silken skin, feeling the frantic thud of his pulse under my tongue before I answered in a low rumble, "'Course I can. You set me free, remember? I can do whatever the fuck I want." And with that I bit down harshly, thrilling to the strangled cry the god voiced.

"Insolent," he gasped. "Perhaps I should have retained a measure of control over that tongue as well."

"Then you'd miss out on all the things this tongue can do," I moaned as I rolled my hips forward, grinding against his hidden length.

"You have a point," Loki grudgingly admitted while biting back a groan at the friction of my motions.

My hands dropped to grasp his ass, kneading his flesh and pulling him all the tighter against me as I searched his hooded gaze. I wanted to climb inside his skin, taste him, touch him, fuck him until he pleaded for mercy. My pulse was hot and fast and thrumming, bringing a flush up into my cheeks as I stared down a god.

I felt one hand slip from my hair and brush over my temple, and I immediately jerked my head to the side. "None of that," I growled. "No poking around in my head while we're in the middle of this."

Loki's brows drew together and he said, "I simply wished to know the thought that made your eyes grow so very bright."

"If I want you to know, I'll tell you," I stated firmly. "And if I don't? Well, that's just too goddamn bad."

There was a momentary spark of ire in that poison green stare, and then Loki dropped his hand to curl loosely around the side of my throat. "As you wish," he sighed.

I gave a curt nod and plucked at his jacket. "Take this off. As much as it gets me going to see you in this suit, I think I'm gonna like what's underneath even more."

That sly grin resurfaced, and the god quickly complied. Strange how good he was at following orders, considering up until now I'd only seen him handing them out. The tie and shirt quickly followed, and I suddenly found myself with a half naked god in my grasp. I leaned back, keeping contact from the waist down and gave an appreciative hum at the lean, lightly muscled frame before me. All that flawless, pale skin at my disposal, just waiting to be marked.

"Better get to work," I muttered.

"Whatever are you talk…oh," Loki's voice trailed away into a hitching gasp as I bent my head, sinking my teeth into his shoulder. His hips bucked against mine, and he let out a low, shuddering whimper as I sucked an angry bruise around the teeth marks I'd gifted him.

"Why am I not surprised that you're into pain?"

"Contrast, my Hawk," Loki moaned as I dragged my teeth across one peaked nipple. "You cannot know pleasure until you know pain. There can be no light without dark; no good unless there is evil."

"If you say so," I murmured, licking over the hard line of his sternum and then back up to that wicked mouth to claim it as my own.

There was still a small part of my mind screaming at me that this was the enemy; this was my target and it was my duty to take him out before his plans could be seen through. But that indignant little voice was getting harder to hear as my need flared brighter.

Then Loki's hand found its' way to my groin, and that voice shut right the fuck up.

He outlined my arousal with his fingertips before palming and squeezing my cock almost to the point of pain. I gasped as my forehead dropped to his shoulder and I tilted my hips into his touch. The god gave what could only be described as a pleased purr, and then that voice; that fucking voice was back at my ear.

"I had suspected that your skill with a bow was not the only thing impressive about you, Agent Barton. And how lovely it is to be proven correct."

It struck me as more than a little odd to think that when he wasn't busy plotting world domination, Loki had been wondering over the size of my dick. But I wasn't about to mention it. Especially now that his hands were working my belt open and diving inside to wrap around the thick flesh hidden within. I gritted my teeth instead, giving a hissing moan as he pulled me free from my pants.

His eyes slid down to drink in the sight of my hard, needy cock caged between his slim fingers, and he breathed, "Oh. Perhaps I should amend that to very correct."

I felt that smugness again; that familiar smirk twitching the corner of my mouth as the realization hit that I had just managed to impress this creature of magic and menace. I had a certified god/alien/whatever the fuck he actually was practically drooling over my cock.

It was the weirdest fucking ego boost ever. And I've had some weird ones, so that's saying a lot.

"You like what you see," I asked as I rocked my hips forward, pressing myself more firmly into his grasp.

Loki nodded, eyes still downcast as he stroked his hand slowly over my throbbing length.

I slipped my fingers up into his hair and fisted tightly at his nape, giving a sharp jerk and dragging his face up to meet mine. "Show me how much," I growled.

A shudder wrung through the god, and he hit his knees in front of me, darting forward and licking across the head of my cock. My head tipped back and I gave a ragged shout to the ceiling, as much from the burning heat of his tongue as the thrill of having him kneeling before me. Myboss; the being that fancied himself my master…on his knees like a common whore and using that controlling mouth to pleasure me.

It was almost enough to make me come right then and there.

But no. I'd made a promise, and I was true to my word. There was no goddamn way I was letting myself spill anywhere other than deep in Loki's belly while he screamed for more.

My cock gave a hard twitch as I imagined that throaty voice lifted in bliss; that cultured tone gone ragged and blown to hell with need. It was something I hadn't even known I'd wanted, but now I was hungry for it; desperate to have those cries echoing in my ears as I was sheathed in his tight heat.

I dropped my gaze to find Loki staring up at me, eyes narrowed in a contemplative manner. He was wondering what I was thinking again; unused to being denied a link straight into my head. I tightened my grip in his hair, and a low moan floated from between his suddenly slack lips, warm breath washing over my aching flesh.

"Curiosity killed the cat," I murmured, sliding the tip of my length against that mouth.

"Then it is an exceedingly good thing I am not a feline," he replied before his tongue ran out again to lap just under the crown, pulling an answering moan from my throat.

I rolled my hips then, dipping just the head of my cock into him before pulling back. A shudder ran through me, so I did it again. And again. Fucking that wicked, demanding mouth in shallow measures as he watched me with lust hazed eyes. The wet and the heat and the greedy suction of his mouth was unreal, sending such a harsh spike of arousal through me that I felt like the top of my head was about to blow off.

But this teasing depth wasn't enough. I needed more from the kneeling god.

My free hand cupped under his chin, holding him firmly in place as I pushed deeper. Bumping against the back of his throat, I growled out, "Swallow. Let's see how much you can take."

He did; and then I was bottoming out, completely encased in that pulsing heat as his muscles rolled and pulled around me. And still he held my gaze, urging me on with nothing more than a burning look.

I panted, amazed at the waves of pleasure that radiated through me. The baseline of physical bliss had been knocked sideways by the baggage between us. The dynamic of hate and contempt and screwed up attraction making this act so much more than it usually was…and I didn't quite know how to handle that.

So I stuffed the feeling down, deciding to reexamine it later…or never, and simply focus on the want.

I caught motion from the corner of my vision. Loki's hands were pressing and stroking in his lap; small, needy whimpers leaking around the thick flesh filling his throat, and fuck if my arousal didn't flare all the higher at that sight.

"Go on," I prodded. "Touch yourself. Lemme see what you have for me."

Quick as a flash, his pants were gone; magicked off god knows where, and those slim fingers were wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking in time to the motion of my hips.

Handy trick, that.

I drank in the sight of him; long and thick and already leaking. He ran his thumb over the head, smearing his precome into a glistening streak, and I moaned, thrusting a little harder; fucking myself a little deeper into that hungry throat.

"You're awful worked up over just sucking me off," I smirked. "I'm sorta flattered."

That green gaze flashed dangerously up at me, and I felt the scrape of his teeth against my sensitive flesh for the first time; a subtle warning to remember my place.

Too bad warnings don't usually work with me.

"So now I need to figure out what exactly it was that got you going," I mused. "Has it been too long since you indulged? Or maybe it's just that it's…me."

The snarl Loki voiced at my insinuation was impressive, but it missed the mark as a threat and instead confirmed what I'd already worked out in my mind. I pulled free from his eager mouth and dropped to my knees, bringing us to eye level.

"It is, isn't it? It's all me," I murmured, leaning in to lick across that scowling mouth before I nipped at his lip. "You want me; have from the start."

"What would I want with the likes of you, Agent Barton," he spat. "Your kind is so far beneath…"

His words broke off into a strangled gasp as I circled my fist around his cock and gave a long, slow pull.

"This," I breathed, leaning in until my lips moved against the shell of his ear, dragging a violent shudder from the god. "This is what you want from the 'likes of me'. My hands on you. My body against yours. It wasn't simple curiosity that made you wonder about the size of my package. It was because you wanted me, Loki."

The tremor that ran through him when I used his given name was impressive, and I hid my grin against his throat.

"S-silence, my Hawk," he panted as he thrust up into my grasp, his voice equal parts ire and lust. I'd caught him out; hit my target, and he wasn't too happy about that.

"Nope," I answered quickly, my hand moving faster over his length as I mouthed along his shoulder. "I'm free, remember? Free to say, and do, what I want. And right now? What I want is to fuck you into a drooling mess."

And there was what I needed; a deep, throaty moan that shot liquid fire into my belly and made me tremble with excitement. I couldn't wait to see what other noises I could wring out of him, once I had him pinned beneath me.

"Do I have your approval, then…boss," I murmured, putting deliberate emphasis on the last word, my grin widening as he voiced a quiet whine. God or not, Loki's buttons were very well defined, and I planned on pressing as many as I could in the time I had.

"Yes," he gasped, that cultured, haughty voice gone ragged. "You have my utmost approval, agent Barton."

"Good," I growled, releasing my grip on his cock and pushing to my feet to glare down at the kneeling god. "Up on the bed; now." Those poison green eyes flashed annoyance at my commanding attitude, but the speed with which he complied told me that he wasn't totally against being ordered around. Funny how many dictators and despots turned submissive behind closed doors. The iron fist needed a firm hand, it seemed.

I held my ground as Loki crossed the room to the large bed and climbed into the center, turning his expectant gaze to me. Only then did I start to remove my clothing; slowly, thrilling to the hungry way he tracked my every movement. Working open the latches on my vest one by one, I asked, "So how many times have you imagined this happening? More than a few, I'd bet."

Loki's eyes snapped up to meet mine, and they narrowed just the slightest bit. He remained stubbornly silent, and I stilled my hands.

"I could stop, you know," I said softly.

"No," he replied quickly, a note of desperation evident in his voice.

"Then tell me. There's no shame in fantasizing." I gave the god a wolfish grin before adding, "Hell, had you turned out to be a friendly, I'm sure I would've done the same."

Loki's brow knit as his mouth turned down into a slight scowl. "Do not mock me, agent Barton. I will not suffer such lightly."

"I'm not," I replied. "You poked around in my head enough to know I'm telling the truth. Maybe that's something you should try," I finished, giving him a pointed look while plucking at the still fastened latches on my vest.

"You are proving yourself most insufferable," the god growled.

"And yet you just keep taking what I dish out," I returned, dropping my hand to tease my fingertips over my aching cock. "Because you know the payoff is gonna be so worth it."

Loki's eyes followed my motions as I stroked over silken skin, pressing even, white teeth into his lower lip as I let out a quiet moan. "C'mon, sir," I rumbled. "Tell me. I wanna hear what you think about me. Not fair that you know everything that's in my head, and I don't know a goddamn thing about what's in yours."

A look of hesitancy rose in the god's eyes, and I knew I was winning. He just needed one final push.

"Tell me, Loki," I purred. "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. Whatever you want."

Those green eyes clenched shut for a moment, brow furrowing. When they cracked back open there was an unidentifiable emotion darkening his gaze and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"You are a…distraction, agent Barton," he began in a halting manner. "One which I tried, and failed, to ignore. From the moment I laid eyes on you, you had my attention. First as a threat; then as a thrall. And now? Something altogether new." He paused then, weighing his words.

"Go on," I prodded, lifting my hands back to the fastenings on my vest and thumbing them open one after the next. "Tell me; how many times have you thought about this?" I felt his gaze following each small movement, and his breath hitched slightly as I pulled down the zipper and shrugged the heavy material to the floor.

"Many," he breathed, his hand sliding into his lap to stroke lightly as his eyes roamed over my exposed chest. "More than I care to admit."

I felt that cocky grin tugging at the corner of my mouth again. Man, monster or god…it was still a thrill to be that wanted; to inspire someone else to such lust that they built entire fantasies around you.

"And what exactly did you imagine happening," I asked as I toed off my boots.

"It would perhaps take less time to detail all I did not imagine," the god murmured as he watched my hands drop to my belt.

"Oh really," I mused, my eyes narrowing slightly. "That sounds…promising. Maybe you should just tell me what made you come the hardest." Loki's eyes snapped up to meet mine and I continued in a low growl, "Because you did have to make yourself come, right? Tucked away in some dark corner while you pretended that the hands wrapped around your cock were mine?"

Loki's throat worked, and he swallowed hard before he graced me with a slight nod. I was amused, and a little gratified to see a light blush staining his cheeks, and my cock gave an insistent throb at the mental image that rose behind my eyes.

"That's really fucking hot, you know," I rumbled as I pulled my belt free and dropped it to the carpet. "The idea of you getting yourself off; getting so worked up to thoughts of me that you had to make yourself come? I like that." And suddenly I was twice as eager to ruin this proud, needy creature; this goddamn enigma that blushed like a little girl over the thought of my cock, but could kill without hesitation or emotion.

Shoving my pants down, I kicked them away and stalked toward the bed, noting the way the fallen god's eyes grew hooded and wanting the closer I came. I felt the arousal coil tighter in my belly at that predatory gaze, and as I crawled onto the bed, Loki turned to his hands and knees, arching his back invitingly.

I leaned down over him, licking a long stripe up his spine before grasping his wrist and manhandling him to his back. A shocked intake of breath, and then he was looking up at me, a questioning tilt to his brows as I glared down at him.

"None of that," I growled. "I wanna see your face while I take you apart. Wanna see those eyes roll back when you come, and see that mouth drop open when I make you scream." Leaning down, I nipped the shell of his ear before rasping out, "And you're gonna scream for me, Loki. Loud and long. You're gonna rip that pretty voice to shreds on the sound of my name."

"Yes," the god whispered, his hips twitching up from the bed in unconscious need.

I sealed my mouth over Loki's, tasting deeply as my hand dropped down to circle around his insistent cock. He cried out and I swallowed the sound, stealing the panting breaths from his very lungs as I stroked harshly.

"You like how I touch you," I asked against his lips, nipping lightly as he gasped at the motions of my hand.

He bucked into my fist once, twice, a third time before he murmured, "Very much so, my Hawk. The…reality is far better than my imagination could supply."

"And I haven't even started yet," I purred, firming my grip and twisting my hand over the sensitive head.

Loki arched under me, eyes fluttering as he voiced another of those moans that settled comfortably in my gut, adding more fuel to the fire within. I teased a stroking pass over the crown of his cock, feeling the wet slide of his arousal, and I lifted my hand to my mouth, holding his hooded gaze as I ran out my tongue to lick my palm clean. I groaned at the taste of him; sharp and salty and somehow feral. It prompted me to drag my thumb through the slowly welling moisture and trace the god's lower lip before claiming that hungry mouth. Loki returned the kiss frantically, the taste of his come between us, and a shudder wracked my frame at the quiet growl that rose in his throat.

"More," was all he said.

"Gladly," I returned, and slid my hand between us to press against his opening.

I moved my fingers in slow circles, exerting a steady pressure that was enough to tease, but not penetrate. Those slim hips arched up before Loki began to move with me, his body twisting and writhing in a sinuous dance that made my mouth run dry. I'd never seen such a blatant display of need before, and my mind screamed at me to just climb between those spread thighs and take and rut and fill him up until he was overflowing with my come.

But I knew that if I gave in to that primal urge, I'd be lucky to last five minutes. And that was goddamn unacceptable.

"Fuck," I breathed as I ground my aching cock against the god's hip, fighting to control the beast inside that snarled its' displeasure at my resistance.

"I-I need…" Loki gasped, his voice ragged. "I…-need-…"

"What do you need, Loki," I murmured, dipping just the tip of my middle finger into his tight heat. "Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

His head ground back into the mattress and he keened even as his hips rolled down, trying to force me deeper into his body. I anticipated his motions; moving ahead of him to keep the depth consistent, and he sobbed in frustration. A shiver ran down my spine at the sound; hungry to hear it again.

"Nu-uh," I chided. "You have to tell me. No cheating. No taking. You have to ask for it."

Lust-glazed green eyes glared up at me and he panted, "I need you inside me. Fill me, agent Barton. Now."

"That doesn't sound like asking," I mused, stilling my questing fingers. "That sounds a little too much like an order for my tastes."

"Damn you," Loki hissed, his body beginning to tremble beneath me. "You want this just as much as I do. You cannot deny that!"

"Not denying anything," I said, spearing him with a level gaze. "Just waiting for you to ask."

He snarled something in guttural language and raised up to his elbows, lips skinned back, teeth bared.

I kept the same impassive expression and quirked an eyebrow at him. "I'm a sniper, boss. We're sorta known for our patience. Ten bucks says I can outlast you."

Loki collapsed back to the mattress, bringing the heels of his hands to cover his eyes even as he loosed a frustrated groan to the ceiling. His body was thrumming with need, tight and pulsing around my finger, his cock impossibly hard and leaking against his lower belly.

I burned to give him everything he wanted.

But not. Until. He asked.

I pushed just the slightest bit deeper, giving the smallest twist to my finger, and that proved enough to break the god.

"…please…" he whimpered softly.

"What was that," I questioned while giving a tiny stroking motion to his inner walls. "Couldn't quite hear you."

"Please," Loki wailed, his hands sliding from his face to fist in his own hair, gripping tightly as he shuddered. "Please, my Hawk. Fill me; use me; fuck me! Deliver me from this torment and give me all that you promised!"

"That's wasn't so hard, now was it," I soothed.

He sobbed in response, and with that I sank two fingers deep into his body.

The spasm that ran through him was impressive in its' intensity, and he hissed in a deep breath before it caught in his throat. That poison green gaze snapped up to meet my own, and as Loki's hips rocked down, I pulled back, prompting a needy whine from him at the friction within. I pumped my fingers slowly, twisting and stroking, seeking that spot inside that would reduce the god to a gibbering wreck.

Then I grazed against it, and Loki gifted me with a ragged scream. I grinned and zeroed in on my target, pressing firmly as he pitched and shook, stammered and wailed. And I drank in his cries, my cock twitching in interest to the sound of my wanton god.

"More," I asked; a formality, really, since I was already certain of the answer.

"Yes," he moaned, and then paused before adding a small, "Please?"

"Good boy," I growled. "You're learning."

That glittering gaze stayed fixed on me, a strange mix of anger, lust and need darkening Loki's eyes. As I pressed a third finger into him, he muttered softly beneath his breath, and suddenly the harsh friction was lessened.

"What was that," I questioned.

"Simply something to ease the way for what comes next," he panted, arching against the stretch.

"Neat trick," I murmured, driving my fingers deep and twisting to once more assail his spot. Loki bucked against me, his hands sliding up my arms to lace around my nape, drawing me down into a greedy, violent kiss. I bit down on his lip until he squealed, and when I pulled back his mouth was painted red, the taste of copper making the beast inside sit up and voice an interested growl.

Loki's tongue slicked out, wiping clean the crimson beads welling from his lip as he shuddered. "Now, my Hawk," he rasped out. "Please, now? Take me?"

"Hell," I groaned. "If I'd known bleeding you would cause your manners to kick in, that would've been the first goddamn thing I did."

"Please," he whimpered, giving me such a desperate look I almost felt guilty for teasing as much as I had.

Almost.

"Well. Since you asked so nicely…"

I gave one final twisting stroke to that secret spot buried inside, and Loki twitched around me. Then it was my turn to whimper as I imagined slowly sinking into that tight, wet heat and holding deep while he pulsed around my length. I ground my aching cock against the god's hip before pulling my fingers free and moving to kneel between his splayed thighs.

Loki stared up at me, minute tremors shaking his lean frame, and I felt that familiar heat pooling in my groin at the debauched picture he painted, spread across the rumpled bed. I'd brought him to the edge of ruination; teased and tormented him until his pride had splintered and he'd begged me to fuck him. I'd wrung sobs, moans and whines from the throat of a God.

And I wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.

I traced my fingertips over his rigid cock, from base to tip, before dipping them into the pool of precome gathered on Loki's flat belly.

"Look at that," I whispered. "Look how fucking worked up you are. Right on the edge and ready to break. And all because of me."

He nodded slowly, unable to refute a single word, and I lifted my fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean before I took myself in hand.

"I'm not gonna touch your cock," I growled as I languidly stroked myself. "But you're gonna come for me anyway. Remember what I said before? Boneless and shaking and begging me to stop? And even then, Loki. I. Won't. Stop."

Leaning down over the shuddering god, I nudged the tip of my length against his entrance, teasing as his breath hitched. The way his back arched, and his legs parted further just fanned the flames of my arousal higher and I felt my pulse thundering in response. Then he canted his hips up, and speared me with a pleading look before whimpering out.

"Fuck me, please…I –need- you to fuck me. Please, Clint?!"

I froze then, utterly and completely as my brain locked on to that one little word. Just five letters, but it broke me.

He said my fucking name.

In that voice.

Begging for me.

Goddamn it.

Those poison green eyes looked up at me in triumph, taking in my suddenly slack-mouthed expression. And even though the smug bastard knew exactly what he'd just done to me, I didn't care. All that mattered was the want; the need Loki was displaying. The way he said my name told me I wasn't just another tool to him, a means to an end. I was not 'agent Barton', or the 'Hawk', or an 'insolent beast'…I was me, he saw me, recognized me and wanted me.

Seems I wasn't the only one that had been watching for buttons that needed pushing.

"Oh, fuck you," I growled as a fresh banner of heat unfurled in my belly. "That's not even fair."

Loki gave a pleased hum even as his eyes narrowed, and he murmured, "And when did we agree to what constitutes fairness?"

"Guess we didn't," I rumbled and held his piercing gaze as I pressed down, sinking into that clenching heat. I watched his face, mesmerized at the way his brows tilted; his mouth dropped open, and then, what I had been waiting for…his eyes rolled back in his head as I bottomed out, fully sheathed within him.

"But that seems to have evened things out a little," I panted, pulling back slowly before snapping my hips forward.

Loki keened, tossing his head back to grind into the mattress as I steadily rocked into him. My teeth were gritted against the urge to rut deep and hard; to not stop until we both snapped under the blinding pleasure. I was going to take him apart, even if I had to deny my own need in the process.

Only after I broke him would I indulge myself.

And I had to shove down the mental image that came at that thought. The idea of this wanton creature sobbing and shuddering beneath me as I snarled out my lust drew the coil of tension just a little too tightly around my spine. I couldn't afford to let my resolve weaken, so I banished that thought and instead focused on wringing more of those needy cries from the fallen god.

I continued my slow pace; letting myself feel every motion; every prickle of friction as I drove deep. Loki writhed under me, hips twisting frantically as he begged with his body for rougher treatment. But no. I was committed to this lazy torture, even though I was equally as desperate.

"This what you wanted," I breathed into his ear. "This what you dreamed about?"

"Harder," he gasped in response, his hands coming up to clutch at my shoulders.

I leaned in closer, nuzzling against Loki's throat before whispering, "…no."

I pulled back to once more stare down at him, feeling a spike of pleasure in the pleading gaze he fixed me with. I had him on the edge of madness; the sensations I was gifting him just this side of not enough, and the beast inside gave a pleased growl. I hadn't anticipated this level of submission in Loki.

Hell, if I was being truthful, I hadn't expected any submission out of him. But here he was, begging for more instead of just taking what he so easily could.

And that brought a strange feeling bubbling up into my chest. It was warm, and a little soft, and to be honest it made me feel a…

I slammed a mental door on that thought.

Honesty was something I prized; something I tried to practice diligently, at least with myself. But not this time. Nope. My head was already twisted up enough when it came to Loki, and I'd be damned if I'd allow it to get any worse. I wouldn't let myself think there was anything more to this than what it was; mutual lust. We were just two very fucked up people that happened to be fucking.

Nothing. Else.

I leaned in closer, grinding my hips against Loki's and trapping his insistent cock between our bellies. Those glittering green eyes widened just the smallest bit, and his tongue slicked across his lower lip before he gave another of those stuttering moans I so loved. I changed the angle of my thrusts, giving his neglected length the friction he craved while pressing more firmly against that spot deep inside, and those moans became frantic cries. I hissed in a strained breath as Loki's fingers dug into my shoulders hard enough to bruise.

"Oh, you like that, huh," I panted. "Right there?" I punctuated my words with a sharp snap of my hips, hitting my target dead on, and ripping a wail from Loki's throat.

"Yes," he chanted raggedly. "Yes, yes, yes…-just- there. Please…again?"

"It's so fucking hot when you beg," I murmured, and thrust deep once more, twisting my body to grind against his twitching length.

Loki's body clamped down and he arched beneath me, mouth dropping open in a breathy, hitching scream as he skated on the edge of release. The tremors running through him became more violent as approached his end, and I eased off slightly, earning another frustrated sob from the needy god.

"…please…" he rasped, that cultured voice blown to hell with lust. "Anything. I'll give you anything you want. Just…let me –come-."

"Oh, is that all it takes," I mused, my hips rolling slowly, belly pressed tight to his twitching cock. "Let you come and I can have anything?"

The god's teeth drove into his lower lip, reopening the wound I'd gifted him, and my eyes tracked the claret drop that slowly ran down from the corner of his mouth. He nodded quickly, whispering, "Anything at all. Just…please?"

For a moment I let my mind run with that idea, but I realized just as quickly that anything promised in the midst of this most likely wouldn't be upheld. This was his desperation speaking; I'd pushed and pushed; teasing him until he cracked. Of course he'd promise the moon to get what he wanted.

"As much as I'd like to take advantage of that offer, I really don't think you're prepared to give me what I want most," I replied in a strained voice.

Confusion clouded Loki's eyes for a split second, only to be replaced with a dawning realization. "Oh," was all he said, his tone almost contrite.

"Doesn't matter," I ground out, nudging his thighs further apart. "You're gonna get what you want anyway. Told you I was gonna fuck you until you couldn't see straight, and I keep my word."

Those green eyes gazed steadily up at me, and I told myself that it wasn't remorse I saw simmering within. It was just…lust. Need. Nothing more.

Then I surged forward, and set about bringing the fallen god to screams.

Immediately, that lissome body tightened around me, and Loki's hands fell from my shoulders to fist in the sheets next to his writhing hips. A trembling moan rose in his chest and quickly spiraled up into a throaty wail as I drove deep. I ground into him, pressing my cock into his spot with each motion, reveling in the needy, wanton noises he was making. And each thrust pushed him closer to the end.

I could feel the heat rising in my own belly, threatening to overflow, and I clenched my teeth to hold back the tide of arousal. I was not going to break first. I was not going to come until I had this broken creature howling out his own release beneath me. But the way Loki was moving was going to make that a very close race, indeed.

He pitched and shifted, arched and trembled, caught in a sinuous dance of lust that was goddamn mesmerizing. I kept my gaze fixed on his face, trying desperately to will away the tension coiling tighter and tighter around my spine. And just when I thought I might lose this battle, I snapped my hips brutally forward one final time and he broke.

With a piercing, guttural scream, Loki was coming.

I felt his body clamp down around me almost to the point of pain, and I hissed in a sharp breath in response. Wet heat flared between us as his cock twitched and throbbed in rhythm with his inner walls, and still I fucked myself into him, growling low in the back of my throat. That initial scream dwindled away into a sobbing, gasping litany of nonsense words, and his hands scrabbled at my waist, tugging me tighter against his body.

Rolling dazed eyes up at me, the god pleaded, "Now, please, Clint! Come inside me. Gift me with your heat."

I shook, caught in the needy gaze, and suddenly I felt that internal tension draw infinitely tighter before it snapped, and my orgasm was upon me. Grinding as deep as I could, I gasped out in a tight voice, "Fucking…goddamn it. C-coming, Loki. You wanted it…now fucking take it!" And with a final throaty snarl, I was emptying myself deep into his belly.

One slim leg hooked around my upper thighs, holding me tight as the god milked me for every drop. I panted raggedly, trembling at every roll of his hips, every shuddering whimper as I pressed against his spot. And finally, as my body began to calm, I sagged forward, rolling a bit to the side so as not to pin the spent god beneath me.

He kept his leg around me, still maintaining the connection between us, and as I attempted to regain my breath, one of Loki's long, slender hands hesitantly slid through my hair; stroking gently, almost petting.

I narrowed my eyes at him, and he returned my glare steadily, a thoughtful cast to his gaze. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could make a sound all the awareness in those green eyes drained away and the god froze. I blinked at him, confused, and then called his name softly.

No response.

Suddenly I remembered where I had seen this before. When Loki's…partners…wanted to speak with him, the god's consciousness went somewhere else for a time, and when he came back he was always a bit more frantic. The feeling of dread that had started to rise in my belly tripled, and I waited to see what would happen next.

Loki had been just about to speak; to offer a bargain of sorts to the man at his side. He was unsure the response he would have gotten, especially given the circumstances, but the god could not deny the fact that he'd developed a bit of a soft spot for the insolent archer. He wished to know more of him; beyond the quick wit; the steel cord of pride; and the skill with which he'd made the god's body sing.

So he had weighed his words, while holding that wary steel blue gaze, and, opening his mouth to speak…he found himself before the Other.

"And this is how you spend your time preparing for battle," the Other hissed. "Feeding your base desires while our army languishes?"

"I do not see how it is any business of yours what I do in the service of my own needs," Loki sniffed disdainfully. "You shall have your war…in due time."

"He is displeased with the speed at which you are delivering upon your promises, Asgardian."

"Then let him take action instead of sending you bearing empty threats," the god roared, his patience at an end, and wishing to be back in the comfort of his bed, his Hawk at his side.

"And in what ways are my threats empty," the Other purred. "In fact, now that I have been made aware of your little…plaything…then we need not threaten you at all. There is much motivation to be had in keeping a favored pet safe, is there not?"

Loki buried the spike of fear he felt at the Other's words, giving him a cool, detached look to hide the bitter disappointment that was railing in his head. "You are mistaken in that, I am afraid," the god heard himself say in a surprisingly steady voice. "Agent Barton was no more than a temporary distraction. Nothing beyond that."

"And yet you freed him from the thrall," The Other mused.

"Certain…aspects…of our encounter demanded it," the god answered smoothly. "I was just about to reassert my ownership when you called me away."

There was silence between the two for a time, and Loki felt the dubious gaze of the Other crawling over him as he weighed the god's answer.

"See that you do," he finally growled. "If you want to avoid having your pretty little bird broken, that is."

Loki bowed his head mockingly, the thought ringing through his head that he must now turn his Hawk against him in order to safeguard the mortal. But truly, what had he expected? That agent Barton would happily accept a place at his side? No…that was never meant to be, and the god would do well to not entertain such foolish flights of fancy.

He had always stood alone; that was simply his place.

"Of course," Loki answered in a soft hiss. "Now, if you would be so kind as to return me? I have plans to carry out."

The Other growled and with a wave of his hand, Loki found himself once more nestled in a soft bed, the warmth of his Hawk against him.

"You okay," I asked slowly when Loki jerked back to life.

"Never better," he murmured quietly, dropping his gaze before pushing himself upright and sliding from the bed.

I stared after him as he crossed the room. A languid twitch of his fingers had him fully dressed once more, and when he turned to face me he had that goddamn scepter cradled in his hands.

"No," I breathed, forcing myself not to shrink back in fear.

"We had an agreement," the god intoned, his voice like steel. "I would free you 'for a time', is that not what was said?"

"You don't have to do this," I replied, hating the pleading tone that caused my voice to waver. "You could just…let me go."

He smiled at me then, and it was a strange expression; as if he were in pain and trying desperately to hide it. His hands tightened on the scepter until his knuckles were bloodless, and he growled, "You do not hold the slightest idea what I have to do, Agent Barton. Surely even you can see that I cannot simply free you."

"But…why not," I asked. "You…when we were…you were different. You're not a monster, Loki. Let me help you."

He recoiled slightly at my offer, eyes widening in what I mistook for hope. But then he stalked toward me, teeth bared, and he snarled, "Enough of this sentiment. I do not need your brand of help! I do not need anyone!"

"You're lying to yourself again," I whispered, feeling the defeat course through me to closer he came.

"On your feet, Agent," he barked.

I climbed off the bed and squared my shoulders, lifting my gaze to meet his eyes. The madness that swirled within seemed tempered by something; a sadness that wasn't there earlier, but I pushed down any compassion I might have had for him.

"Get on with it, then," I growled. "But one last thing, before you do this."

"Yes," he asked softly, his face impassive.

"You can put me back under, and I'll be your obedient little lap dog again. But there's a part of me that won't forget this. Not ever. And someday you're going to have to answer for what you're about to do, Loki. Either to me, or to yourself."

His gaze slid away from mine then, and I finished, "Gauging by the man I got to know over the last hour? I think you'll be the one to ask yourself the uncomfortable questions."

"Silence," he hissed, still unable to meet my eyes, and the scepter swung up, moving toward my chest.

"At least have the balls to look me in the eye while you..."

And the cold metal point stung.

And the mist descended on me.

And I turned my azure gaze up to my god, asking in a calm voice, "What do you need, boss?"

But inside I was screaming.